#might fuckin reread it too just for the hell of it

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

the feminine urge to reblog the AU post for the Safe & Sound AU bc it gives me feelings

[pear1escence]

Being Keegan’s girlfriend would entail…𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Keegan p. Russ x fem!reader - explicit

Being David Walker’s girlfriend would entail…

⭒ Late night car rides, driving around town with American oldies playing on the stereo, a cig in your hand nd his gaze shifting from the road to admire you every so often.

⭒ He’s not much for fancy dates, but he loves going out on walks with you. Strolling on beaches in the evening, loves it when you wear pretty skirts that flow with the wind. You might find a nice spot to put down a couple beach towels, share a bottle of wine and some home baked goods.

⭒ The warmth in his veins from the wine combined with your pretty face, he can’t resist kissing you. He’d pull you into his lap, his hand buried in your hair as he kisses you deeply, those delicious groans slipping from his lips as he does so.

⭒ Wouldn’t do beach sex. Sand getting everywhere, eugh. But in the car??

⭒ He’d have you riding him in the front seat, shirt pushed down, lips around your nipple, hands on your hips. He’ll bite just to hear you yelp. Can’t shut up either. He’s not shy of being vocal, groans a lot, the deep, sexy kind of sounds that has your stomach doing a flip.

⭒ Pretty average in length but his cock is thick as hell. Stretches you out so good. Hairy everywhere. Chest, thighs, nether regions. Yum.

⭒ Compliments you a lot, tells you just how pretty you look taking him so well, how good you feel. “Yeah, that’s it babe” “You’re taking it so fuckin’ well, doll” Curses a lot too.

⭒ Ok enough of that😾

⭒ He owns the comfiest, softest tees, the perfect ones to throw on in the morning with only a pair of panties underneath. You’d wear them a lot when he’s gone.

⭒ He thinks of you a lot when he’s deployed. Tries not to, he gets sad thinking of you alone.

⭒ Hugs you so deeply whenever he returns. Those comforting, safe hugs along with murmurs of how badly he’s missed you. Buries your head in the crook of his neck nd strokes your hair softly.

⭒ His heart breaks for you when he sees you cry. He’ll immediately forget about whatever he’s got on his hands. He’ll sit you down and wrap one arm around you, his hand lifting your face towards him as he asks you what the matter is.

⭒ Projecting my daddy issues onto this poor innocent (not) man very hard right now. Pls god I need him so bad

⭒ “Oh, my sweet girl” he’ll murmur, voice low and tinged with sadness, he’ll pull your legs over his lap nd wrap his arms round you tighter.

⭒ He’s very much not the perfect boyfriend, even though he wants to be.

⭒ He has his issues, struggles with PTSD which causes him to be very closed off. He hates opening up, sometimes it’s like there’s spiked wire wrapped around his throat when he tries.

⭒ He rarely seeks you out when he’s down. He can be very avoidant, scared he’ll blow up on you without meaning to. If he does come to you, he won’t talk.

⭒ He almost slumps up from tiredness, prefers it to be in your bed with your fingers drawing slow circles along his back, sweet words of affection nd loving kisses to his head.

⭒ He hates getting angry with you. The Ghosts are far from soft on one another, the rough atmosphere within his team has sometimes traveled over to you as well.

⭒ He’d never lay a hand on you. Never. But he has regrettably raised his voice at you a few times, when he’s really mad. The fear in your eyes causes him to pull back though, nd he’s quick to leave out of guilt.

⭒ He wouldn’t want you to worry for him, shoots you a couple messages about needing to blow off some steam before he takes a long drive to try and clear his mind.

⭒ He’s heavy with guilt and shame once he comes back, very soft with you in the days following.

⭒ You see the guilt in his eyes whenever he looks at you, hear it in the repeated ‘I’m sorry’s he gives you.

⭒ Why did I make this sad all of a sudden. I’m telling you I need to stop projecting my issues onto pixel men😞

I’m not gonna reread this so apologies for any misspelling, this has to be the first time I’ve posted in months?? I’ve been busy wasting time on stan twt 😖 Note - if you liked the angsty part towards the end I have a longer fic with a similar concept, ‘I miss what you’d do to me’

[raccoonfallsharder]

from your fic writer asks reblog, 4. 13, 15

YAY thank you nonnie ♡♡ these are such good picks because I love to gas up other writers. I'm honestly so thankful for the fanfiction community as a whole and for the rocket♡community in particular.

you all know i'm too fuckin wordy so i've cut this for your sanity

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

So I feel like a lot of the fic writers I currently admire are in this circle.

@aliasrocket has the ability to blend absolute crudeness with this undercurrent of yearning that is peak Rocket, and literally everything I've read by them is like...too hot. I also think they're a goddamn pillar of the community

@elegant-fleuret writes a perfect Rocket. if i didn't know better i'd think he got stuck at her place for like the first six months of quarantine and now she knows exactly how his brain works whether she likes it or not (either way i benefit because the writing is so good and hot). her writing is also so CLEAN (not like - i mean it's filthy as hell but i don't think i've ever seen a typo or an error and it's always so polished and i??? always?? have a misplaced punctuation mark or a bad autocorrect SOMEWHERE)

@evolvingchaoswitch writes with incredible vulnerability and (again) everything is so fuckin sexy.

i could go on??

One of the fic writers outside of this community (she writes mostly hellcheer for Stranger Things) is @staceymcgillicuddy and in addition to writing just the smoothest content I've ever read (seriously, every word goes down easy), she's like...so consistent. I'm so impressed by her ability to write and share REGULARLY.

13. Favorite fic from another author?

Choosing is so, so, so hard.

i think my very favorite from this fandom (so far) is probably A Very Basic Instinct by @elegant-fleuret. you've all absolutely read this because it's like - such a perfect bite of rocketsmut. and i mean if you haven't then leave this post immediately and go read it stat. ugh

I love last (friday) night by @aliasrocket/(subject) 89P13 . it's just such a good beginning. there's heat, humor, angst. love it.

i also love and need more of @lazarel-3000's The All of You. the oc Juno is so interesting and I really want to dig into her backstory and learn everything about her, and i cannot WAIT to see how things unfold between her and my best raccoon boy

outside of the erocketa community I read a lot of hellcheer (stranger things) and some other fandoms. currently topping the list of faves is a very smutty oneshot called throw your jacket on the floor and a very sexy little fic called In a Sentimental Mood. oh and i wanna be your sin, i wanna be your preacher. and PURE bubblegum fluff i have reread like 27 times because it's just so cute: Poprocks.

15. Your guilty writing pleasure?

what is a guilty writing pleasure? is that like - something i do while writing that i feel like i shouldn't (like stay up writing on my phone till 3am when I gotta wake up at 6am, or forgetting to drink water? because i assure you neither of those are pleasures) or something i write about that i feel like i shouldn't?

look life is too short to have guilty pleasures. i embrace my pleasures wholeheartedly. if anyone tries to make you feel guilty for indulging in a pleasure that harms no-one, set yourself free of them.

my adoration for writing (and reading) light d/s rocketsmut with a big ol' dash of praise-kink is probably the thing i am most selective about sharing with other people but it's less about guilt and more about, like, not needing to subject everyone to my kinks + also not knowing who might be a repressed judgy weirdo.

okay i came back to this after thinking about it more, because i didn't want to feel like i was copping out on you. the only thing that i'm a little self-conscious about sometimes is how much of myself i put into OCs. so, a little personal: the first five visits of sweatshirt girl was 100000% about me dealing with like, the very traumatic loss of my first (very young) kitten to a deadly disease that wasn't responding to medication + my second (very young) kitten developing major health issues all in the course of the preceding 10 months. jolie's got a lot of hang-ups that make up my core personality and once i get around to writing Other Duties As Assigned, that OC will also get a nice little dollop of my 2023 work-related trauma. yo it's been a rough fuckin year and what better way to work that out than through erocketa amirite. just some healthy mutual consolation & absolute filth shared with a sad raccoon

(and therapy. i'm also in therapy. and medicated. both are great and you should try them if you're thinking about it and have the means)

[carmenized-onions]

Bonjour my friend!! I’m back and bringing in my thoughts from Tony, Terry, Tommy. I’m going to go chronologically through my (ungodly) reread.

- What if it’s a love or murder confession? What if it’s about the money you owe her? The money she owes you?

- Squidny lovers rise! I’m now noticing all the seeds you’ve planted.

- You figure either the dinner rush is starting to slow down or she’s relieved you’re coming. Who are you being humble for, no shot it’s the former.

- Tony please my heart can’t take it. Ugh the self depreciation. The no one is my friend and I am no good to this place. My heart how it breaks.

- Ginger’s Theory: money owed + three years no contact with Syd + significance of chip 3 (years/months sober?). Could Syd have unknowingly given Tony drug money. Oh man. Okay. I’m adding that into my notes app to toggle around with.

- “Good to see you. I want to catch up, f’real, but—” “The bear in the walk-in?” “The bear in the walk-in.”

- this is hilarious 10/10

- Walking past Donna and Pete’s breakdown. I’m interested to see if/how this might comes back around.

- “Dad knew him, so then I knew him, so then I occasionally fixed shit for him. Shit that ‘Fak couldn’t?’ I think his name was?”

- This line!!! It comes back!!!! And Carm was listening. Oh my goodness your brain!!

In reading back through my thoughts I realized I didn’t introduce myself.

Howdy hi I’m Ginger!

Have a great day friend!

HELLO FRIEND THIS IS SO EXCITING I'M LOOKIN FORWARD TO THE UNGODLY REREAD!! The next chapter will hopefully be coming out sometime next week, maybe Monday night, and I will say, if you're a bitch for call backs and mirrored moments like I am, this is a very good time to reread, for this next chapter specifically.

Honestly Something To Do had a fuck ton of past moments, too, so really just an overall good time for a reread hehe. Anyways LETS CRACK IN!!

I've planted so many SquidInk seeds, I think i've said it somewhere else before, but it bares repeating, back when I was conceptualizing this series I thought of it being a Syd/Readers series, because I thought gay mechanic would be. so fucking fun. And I think a little part of me truly never let that completely go LMAO.

I wrote a whole paragraph explaining what No shot means because i was worried this Canadian-ism made the sentence seem like Tony thought the dinner rush was slowing down-- No, everyone did get that, it's just that she debated it in the first place, was what was concerning. My poor bug.

I will close my EYES looking at this theory for now. But I'll come back to it, after this next chapter, I think. We'll see.

THE BEAR IN THE WALK INNNN; I've started saying Bear in the Walk-in in lieu of elephant in the room with my friends, it's always confusing and always extremely funny 10/10

I still have to fuckin' figure out what to do with Donna. No spoilers but Season 3 through me for a loop I WASN'T expecting and now I have to. actually think. with my brain. this is hell.

Again, You're in for such a treat, if you catch these little come back moments!! There's a lot of them. There's honestly a handful that I didn't do on purpose and when people point them out I go Oh My God You're a Genius. We're BOTH geniuses. I'm excited to see what genius sticks out to you!!

And now it's bedtime for me I gotta go sleep so i can go hang out with my nephews tommorow because YES I DO BASE A LOT OF TONY'S EXPERIENCES OFF OF MY OWN ALRIGHT ? SO WHAT IF I GOT MY NEPHEW A PETER RABBIT BOOK AND THE OTHER ONE A TEETHING STUFFY? SHUT UP!!! ART IMITATES LIFE SHHHH!!!

[longhands-the-second]

Trimax vol. 5

This is a solid 30% “what will they do with this in Stampede?”

1- “this time of year”… what are seasons like there? Are they distinct at all???

OH. YIKES. JULY. I was wondering why we were starting here.

God, I hate to think of how many people Vash has lost over the years.

For him to openly weep is heartbreaking, knowing how often he just shuts down instead.

Im fucking stoked to see what they do with midvalley in stampede, if anything.

Meryl is leaving this whole thing fundamentally changed i think. Just a hunch.

2- This is maybe a little unclear? I see the vision though.

I fucking love manga milly you go girl

GOD DAMN IT VASH he keeps getting hit and it makes me sad

Ballerina wolfwood

Am. Am i gonna start simping for wolfwood now? Is this how it happens?

3- oh. Oh boy. That sure is a title page

I’m still so mad they stole ww’s nose in stampede. It’s so pretty.

Wolfwood being protective of people. That is all. :)

OH OH OH ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM STAY FUCKING CALM

This is the first time that we’ve seen this w/o Knives’ direct involvement- is this something that just happens when he’s at his wit’s end? Has it happened before? (Is it just compounding recent events???)

Bevridge Bitch is here and his vibes are as rancid as ever

How recent was July? He has most of the same scars.

Man they really just took the sleeve off of his coat. Worst thing that happens here, surely (<- coping)

Nvm the sleeve magically reappeared.

Girl seriously though what the *Fuck*

Could he just not do it before? Is this knives doing it *for* him???

“Seeds”?

Oh no. Oh this is even worse than last time. Ick.

Somehow this is more explicitly uh. Y’know.

EW EW EW EW

Dude phrase that literally any other fucking wayyyyyy I’m screaming crying throwing myself out of the window

Vash didn’t answer. I think this is the only iteration that wouldn’t. Then again that might be entirely circumstantial.

DAMN.

4- I took a week long break after the last chapter. I WAS ahead but uh. Stuff and things. So i may have some rereading to do.

SO WAIT HOLD ON DOES TOUCHING THE FEATHERS LET YOU SEE HIS MEMORIES AND SHIT?

I wonder if wolfwood’s gotten his sight back? Is that gonna be recurring or was it just a brief thing?

God this is so fucked up. Poor Meryl is probably losing it

Midvalley continues to fascinate me. What he’s saying makes sense but like. Damn.

Oh fucking god damn it get this guy out of here i don’t want him

What the hell am i even looking at right now

LEGATO YOU BASTARD

5- i hate to say it but i was kind of rooting for midvalley? I wanted to see more of him at least. Fuckin brutal way to go.

Oh is this why zazie is like. Extra androgynous in stampede? Fully support this actually.

I don’t think any character gets under my skin the way legato does. Knives is a close second, but there’s just something about the type of cruelty he exhibits. It’s not quick or to the point. He lets that shit simmer on purpose. It’s not about power anymore, it’s about maximum suffering. For himself, too. It’s gross.

MERYL!!!!

Legato sticks his leggy out real far. Fr though those are spindly as all hell

I’m not sure how much of the angel arm use is Vash making a conscious decision? Guess we’ll find out later. (EDIT: or not damn. He’s so quiet about it.)

Ah. Elendira. Will i love you or hate you?

6- i swear i can feel the panic coming off of the page here

I wonder how much more shit happened with knives that we just haven’t seen yet. How much of it does Vash remember?

Is this happening in his head right now? Is that why his arm is extra fucked up?

I find myself wondering at this moment if the original japanese was more or less derogatory about elendira and tbh i’m just gonna stop thinking about it now.

I can already tell im gonna be obsessed with her dynamic with knives though. They both seem so over it in a way that i can only describe as “the only two queer people working at the McDonald’s.” This is in no way related to any personal experiences i may have had, pinky promise. (Me and that manager were like. Work besties.)

She’s so fucked up i love her already.

UGH UGH UGH BE NICE TO HIM DAMN IT.

EXPLAIN YOURSELF TO THEM MAN. (He’s not obligated to but holy shit do you know how much that had to fuck Meryl up?)

Yeah, i see where the japanese Rem headcanon comes from. The vibes are there.

End notes (semi related to the actual content):

- I am DYING to know how they’ll deal with the Earth ships. Can’t just start that plot thread and just destroy them. I mean, it could happen, but like. Why?

- Forever yelling about biblically accurate Vash. I’ll draw him at some point given the time and energy. I REALLY want to know how/if they’ll handle it in stampede- we sort of got it, sort of didn’t? I’d love to see that pushed further.

- I WILL FINALLY POST ANOTHER GOD DAMN COLORING THIS WEEK. It took me a full month so it’s from an earlier volume but i’m very excited to share! It *should* be done by Friday (questionable way to celebrate given the content) ((maybe I’ll post vash in the babygirl pose as a treat)).

- I got my silly little wwvd bracelet and wore it with my Vash cosplay this last weekend. It genuinely makes me smile every time i see it lol. Real mood booster through con crunch, too. (Also, shoutout to the vash cosplayers at akaicon who definitely won’t see this lol. I almost asked them if they were in on the bookclub based on conversations we had but I chickened out.)

[kelebriel]

So I’ve been rereading Homestuck lately. Considering the whole cafe thing coming up, I think the finale of HS^2 is going to release this upcoming Homestuck Day, so I wanna be prepared! And it’s been fuckin forever since I read it/the epilogues/HS^2, so I need to refresh myself! And I wanted to reread it, so get off my jock. So far, I’ve finished the first three acts, including the intermission. As I’ve been rereading it, I wanna catalogue some thoughts, below the cut! There’s gonna be discussion of animal death, abuse, and slurs, as well as just general spoilers, if you still care about that but haven’t read it yet. Can’t imagine why you haven’t read it yet, it’s been years. Jeez, man. First thought: Man, Homestuck is still a good fucking webcomic. I’m having a lot of fun reading it again.

-Homestuck starts pretty slow. I always knew that, but going back to it and man it takes a while to get going, action-wise

-Data Structure For Assholes pretty much could be written by Karkat, if Karkat wasn’t abysmal at that also.

-Rereading makes it baffling that anyone ever came to the conclusion that Dave was actually cool. He’s constantly being a doof and begging for attention from practically the word go. -So I know this might be controversial, but the r-slurs thrown around are actually kind of accurate. I was 13 when Homestuck started, and let me tell you, we were absolutely throwing slurs at each other. I can’t say for certain how much it’s being used now, being nearly thirty years old, but there’s a verisimilitude to that now. Not saying it’s necessary or anything, I don’t know for sure about that, and it’s probably an answer that changes on a person to person basis, but it was how teens were talking back in the day.

-The years have come and gone, and will continue to come and go. It’s already been nearly a decade since Homestuck’s heyday. But it doesn’t matter how much time passes; Homestuck music will continue to kick ass. I got fucking goosebumps during the EoA3 animation!  -Boy oh boy Jade could have been real bad, huh? From a narrative, OOC standpoint. This girl who lives in a temple island, who has futuristic technology and is a crack shot with a rifle and is also a nuclear physicist, whose grandpa was a billionaire and whose current guardian is a dog with powers over space and time, who mysteriously and inexplicably (at least at first) knows how things are going to go before they happen? Could have been a Mary-Sue-shaped millstone around the neck of the whole comic.

-I didn’t remember that Tavros was introduced third out of the twelve trolls. Seems kind of odd, considering how more of a side character he is compared to Karkat and Kanaya, numbers 1 and 2. Not complaining, though, Tavros attempting to troll Dave and getting supremely fucked with in return is still hilarious.

-So we kind of know that Bro was constantly fighting Dave to toughen him up for the Medium and everything. Was it successful? Sure, Dave was traumatized to hell and back by having to sword fight the person who was supposed to be raising him, but he is pretty good with a sword by the time he gets into the game. Although John and Rose are pretty good, too, and neither of them had assigned their strife specibus before that day. Makes me wonder how necessary all the fucked up conditioning really was. I’ll have to keep this in mind as I go forward.

-After their rooftop confrontation, where Bro shatters Dave’s sword and then flies off on a rocket skateboard, he drops his copy of the beta on Dave’s chest. How did he know that Dave needed them? Was that ever addressed? Is there some kind of software on Dave’s computer that tracks what he’s saying to his friends? That’s fucked up!

-The thing I’ve been coming back to the most, that’s been sticking in my head the longest, is Jaspers. I don’t know what it is about him and his fate that preoccupies me more than it did some twelve or so years ago, when I first read the comic. Maybe I’ve just been made more susceptible to pet death, I dunno. That image of a young Rose psychoanalyzing a cat in a suit was fucking adorable, and the flash detailing Rose finding him and the resulting funeral was heartbreaking. And knowing what we do now about Mom’s personality and how passive-aggresive/ironic she is, I have to say - if my cat died, I would also build him a mausoleum if I could. My family has an older cat now, who I love to pieces, who’s probably going to die within a few years. Me moving out was probably a good move to help build some space for when that happens. He’s a great cat. He deserves a mausoleum. And if I were in a position where I could bring him back, even at the cost of the world, well. I don’t know if I would actually do it, but I’d certainly consider it. Another thing that struck me about Jaspers’ disappearance is that I feel pretty certain that Mom had some inkling about what happened. Her house was built over the Skaianet lab, which had appearifiers and stuff in it. If Rose described what happened when Jaspers vanished, she might have been able to at least recognize the method of disappearance. I dunno what she would have or even could have done, but. Interesting to think about

That’s about all I have for right now. We’ll see what else comes to mind as I continue to read.

[knowlessman]

…it's always been way longer than I think it has, huh. rereading the last batch… aoyama was a lil creepy, there's a school festival concert thing coming up, and a sean-connery-looking libertarian is looking to get fingerblasted. looking forward to that. (bnha s4e20-25)

(mineta meeting eri) jesus christ on an alternate dimension where he can do anything about untenably problematic anime characters, I think I'd take Leeron, Gurren Lagann Leeron, over this guy and that says a lot

(ep title is "gold tips imperial") "gold tips?" "yeah, how do you always seem to find more gold than we do? what's the secret?" "I'm gonna level with you, I have no idea, they just coded Skyrim to put more gold in chests when I open them"

anyway back to the show aw hell it's Ditto again, get a personality my dude -- "we're doing a play: Romeo and Juliet and a bunch of random references." …wait, is azkaban not copyrighted? well, wookiee probably is and they used that, I guess they just don't give a fuck

beauty pageant. …think I might just not like this arc in general. the mafia stuff we just did, that was cool. it was, like, dark, but it was good. this one, I can feel it, is gonna have too much mineta in it (which does not have to be very much).

(deku's working on the finger gun thingy) "so much more control is required than before… is there a trick to it?" imagine you're putting a microwave on defrost. or, or something. …I miss deku's silly microwave epiphanies

hatsume: "yeah, the thing you asked me about the other day, I've been working on it" IS IT GAUNTLETS. ARE YOU GONNA FUCKIN THOMAS EDISON MELISSA'S FUCKING GAUNTLETS. AT THIS POINT I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS HE GETS THEM BC YALL HAVE PROVEN THAT YOU HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY

"there's something I want to try with this new move… I want to try and put a paper football on the moon"

"my mom sent me this new tea, it's called [title drop]!" is the tea haunted. or drugged. why is it in the title. squints suspiciously

okay, sean connery the clownboy would not have 0 likes and 800 dislikes, he would have WAY more likes and 90% of those likes would be people who thought he was hilarious. if this was ten years ago (maybe only five, idfk), there would be dance mixes of this nonsense.

"I just wonder what sean clownery is up to…" mah boi, this not-having-to-worry-about-what-a-libertarian-is-thinking is what true warriors STRIVE for -- "open the bat-folder, kronk! …it won't open." "I locked it, you have to right-click" peak comedy. 'XD this goofus is gonna get clowned on so hard, he might end up making this whole arc worth it by himself tbph -- "we can have a 90-minute teatime if we get there right when they open" …blinks wait what am I saying, I take at least two hours to eat lunch when I take adderall

'XDDDD "wait did you say TEA???" gentle doofus blowing his entire cover like this is almost jojo levels of stupid, I am LIVING here -- gentle thief, filming self running from deku: ♪ look here come the consequence, consequence, consequence, look here come the consequences of my own ac-tions… ♪

who would win, a villain with ten youtube subscribers whose head is so far up his own ass he's a donut, or a shonen protagonist who is prepared to move heaven and earth to entertain a little girl -- 'XD oh yeah, and the donut's mustache is apparently on the line. hope la brava packed a shaver

(translated from Gentleman) "I just want to sneak in, make an ass of myself, and get tossed out by security. um. so let me go plz?"

wait so ditto only entered kendo in the contest so she'd stop hitting him when he does his inferiority complex bit? so someone with a fucking baseball bat took over her duties? pfft okay

I've never actually seen bobobo bobobobo but iirc they control random body hair in that. I think this lady must've wandered in from there. her quirk must be either prehensile eyelash tentacles (which is fucking terrifying) or super-strong eyelids (which is truly pitiable)(she does also remind me of renge from ouran host club a bit but only bc of the dress and the hoity-toity laugh)

("remember where the air membranes are…") hanzo from before they completely changed his abilities back when overwatch 1 existed: "heh. simple geometry."

show, these are filler villains with incomprehensible motives. I don't think even brava knows what clownery's trying to accomplish. don't try to get me invested in them

oh gawd and now it's the deejay nobody likes

"Today, I take the first step towards my great work! I WILL get my eleventh subscriber!" -- "they wouldn't let me be a hero, for the silly reason that I was completely incompetent! the world OWES me attention!" -- "it's not a selfish wish, either, because there is one entire other person who also thinks the world owes me, and that makes my cause just!"

…deku, the fuck no you aren't the same. clownery was born with a legitimately useful power but would've made a shitty hero for other reasons, you were given your power because you were judged to be good hero material.

please tell me brava isn't actually as good a hacker as she thinks she is and doesn't get in, it'd put a nice toothpick in this whole stupid sandwich.

(more flashbacks for the filler villain) "please don't help me rob people. it'd make you a criminal." "it's too late for that. I've already hacked your bank account and invested your entire savings fund into crypto. you shouldn't have made your password whoisjohngalt."

…eh, what's three more episodes

gentle thief suddenly epiphanizing that he's just a selfish dumbass having a particularly destructive midlife crisis. good for him

'XD they could've had Hound or Ecto give a dramatic pause and then go "no, all is fine here," but I'm glad they had Hound bother to say "some alex jones type jackass tried to mess things up but we caught him" first. don't flatter the guy by pretending he'd be worth canceling the show over

"I was once in the hero course, too" 100% of the population was, it's kind of the only thing anybody aspires to in this setting -- "he was so hard to fight because I could've ended up like him" again, he had the chance you didn't and flubbed it

concert scene gud stuff, no notes

"you heard about your father from gandalf. he lied to you. I AM your father" dammit I wasn't planning on liking this too 'XD harry potter reference aside

holy nier automata flashbacks batman

something something vaporeon

montage scene gud, no notes : ] just watching characters who've been through hell have a good time. (still miss shinso tho, I know it's asking for stuff but I wanna see him get to do hero stuff)

wonder what these last two eps even are, they just wrapped up an arc

(eri is gonna live at the school apparently bc I guess they don't have stuff set up yet to account for kids with uncontrollable destructive quirks) blinks I'd completely forgotten that togata lost his quirk. …gotta admit, show gets points for that

(hero rankings) huh. endeavor's "mask" and "mustache" sort of make the symbol for fire. sort of, anyway. hadn't noticed that

how an appliance direct commercial is in the top ten, I don't get

"quirk: streaker!" …I was tryna think of anything to say about hawks but wtf, what the actual fuck

"endeavor doesn't do handshakes, you've changed, you've ruined it now, waaa" 'XDDDD

"haha I just have no self-control" you've said that, we get it, you're an asshole, we just don't know how bad of one yet

"you can fly?" "I'm just not falling!" pfft

…okay well that was a sendoff, huh. that was a lot all at once.

(postcredits) the ninth what. one for all? ghosts? spookums? tbc, I spose

[quitesins]

Doing mehndi on Katsuki

Masterlist

Tags: Sfw, Fluff, fem!reader, HELLA OOC!! Dialogue heavy, Reader’s race isn’t specified, way too self indulgent LOL, freestyling and I’ll edit once I reread, uwewuwuwe

“Can I try?” The voice almost had you startled but you were quick to stiffen, as to not mess up the line you were pasting.

Without turning, you knew it was Katsuki. When you did turn, you saw his eyes curious, glued to your hands.

Letting his question set in, it surprised you and you replied with the raise of an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Fuckin’ why not.” Katsuki looked a little flushed, but determined.

You didn’t want to push him into hesitancy, so you nodded. “Come here.”

He sat beside you, then shuffled as you shooed him to opposite you. Your own mehndi was already drying, just a couple finishing touches, so to start on Katsuki was no issue.

“Spread your fingers.” You spoke and he snorted at the innuendo which you retuned with a roll of your eyes. “What do you want?”

Katsuki just blinked. It seemed he hadn’t been thinking much, and it really was a spur of the moment decision. It was cute. These little moments where his ever cautious self was dropped, and he’d be free, indulgent to his more childish desires.

“All might?” He blurted out. And as if the words surprised him the same it did you, he gave a face you’d only see when of the extras Denki did something stupid. “Okay scratch that, maybe Dynamight?”

You watched him fight back a scowl at your stifled laugh. You then nodded, bringing the tube to his laid out hand.

“You know this will last a week?”

Katsuki looked in thought for a moment before shrugging. “I trust you.”

The design was simple. Just his name in a stylised font, surrounded by some cartoon-ish explosions and a teeny heart when he wasn’t looking.

When he was watching however, it was with full awe. His eyes followed each line with curiosity. Even through the simplicity he seemed to be fascinated by the control and skill it took to create even lines. Every so now and then, it was tempting not to stare at him. Unfettered to his signature scowl, he seemed almost peaceful. It was a good look on him.

“Oi, you’re not done.” Katsuki’s voice and his other hand coming to rest in front of you, broke you out your stupor. “This one next.”

Ever so demanding but you gave in. It was sweet that he wanted to be decorated by you, trusting you enough with his skin.

“Write your name next.” He turned his head away, and you could tell it was because of the pink rising to his cheeks.

“Want to be branded by me?” You teased.

“Shut up. You write mine on yours too.” He pointed with his free hand and then immediately stiffened before sighing in relief that he hadn’t ruined his drying mehndi.

“Already did.” You wiggled your non dominant hand. “It’s hidden in there.”

His eyes narrowed on your hand once again but his stare was cut off as you finished his hand and got up.

“There, all done.” Katsuki looked over his own hands, lifting them up almost comically to inspect them. “Now I’m gonna go wash mine off, yours needs to stay on for a while though.”

When you returned, it was with a bowl of fruit and you watched Katsuki perk up at the sight. A sudden thought came to your head and you smirked to yourself.

Sitting by him again, you lifted a piece of fruit and beckoned him closer. Then like he was a child, you cooed at him to say ‘Ahh’.

“The hell?” Katsuki flinched his head away, eyebrows furrowing.

“You can’t eat with your hands right now.” You shrugged with a knowing smile. “So go on, say ‘ahh’”

He gave you a harsh look, but silently opened his mouth anyways. It wasn’t quite what you had asked but you’d get him next time. His faux indignation didn’t last long though, as he found being hand fed was kind of nice.

“You’re a weirdo.” A little muffled with his chewing, he rolled his eyes.

“So mean, even after I did your hands.” You pouted animatedly. “Don’t you like it?”

Katsuki suddenly became almost serious with his expression. “Of course, idiot, I do like it.” He insisted. “It’s fuckin’ pretty.” It was a mumble but you heard.

Coming closer, it was impossible to resist the urge to place a peck on his cheek. And it was impossible for him to refuse it. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

It was eid recently and I’ve kinda been dubbed the resident mehndi “artist” of the family [emphasis on the quotation marks] and I was thinking about Katsuki getting some done lol!

For some context: I’m not sure which cultures do this, but it’s tradition or maybe a new trend for the bride to have her grooms name hidden in her mehndi for him to find, so a cute lil surprise for unknowing Katsuki hehe. Also the thought of Katsuki’s getting his hero name branded into his hand like a stamp was so funny to me so that’s why he didn’t get quite a traditional design.

[nat-20s]

me looking at my own post: you could fanfic out of this!

Anyway here’s how I think a typical “Martin’s Poetry Corner” would go!

~*~

Martin: And for my second thing, we’re going back to the poetry corner!

Jon: Again? Didn’t you have a poetry corner last week?

Martin: It’s been well over two months since the last poetry corner, my dear. And just for that comment I’m going to up the amount of the poetry corner. From now on this podcast is me reading poetry interjected with some guy talking nonsense.

Jon: You say that like the majority of our audience wouldn’t prefer that. Also, some guy? I’m wounded! Earlier you were calling me ‘beloved husband’ and ‘cherished one’ and now I’m ‘some guy’? What did I do to deserve that level of downgrade?

Martin: You decried the poetry corner!

Jon: I decried nothing! It was a purely non-judgmental comment on the frequency of it. If you want to do poem every week, I have nothing against that.

Martin: Hmm. I might test you on that. I know the whole point of this thing is to share things we think are lovely, and I do find all the poems I read lovely, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t have an ulterior motive.

Jon: Oh? And what might your nefarious hidden agenda be?

Martin: I’m certain you’re the only one that would find it nefarious, but I can, must, shall, and will find a poem that affects you. Now, I’m sure the listeners at home would decry that goal. After all Mary Oliver, Maya Angelou, Wendy Cope, and Langston Hughes all did nothing. He didn’t even blink at “The Two-Headed Calf”, surely there can’t possibly-

Jon, laughing, which severely limits how much he’s able to sell his faux offense: I’ve been affected by poetry before!

Martin: Name one poem you had an actual strong reaction to.

Jon, smugly: It’s almost certainly not one you know. It’s called “Streets” and it’s by this really obscure author. God, what was his name? K was his middle initial I believe?

Martin, laughing: Piss off!

Jon: Well it’s true! I felt something at all of your poetry.

Martin: Liar! I very distinctly remember you calling it ‘almost affecting’! And you declared I was enamored with Keats, which doesn’t even make sense, we have wildly different composition styles.

Jon: You’re working from incomplete information. That tape was from my first read through. It was the reread where they got me.

Martin: Reread? I thought you hated rereading things?

Jon: Typically, yes. But. Ah. It was during the year you were gone.

Martin: Oh. Oh, love.

Jon: It’s been half a decade since then, Martin, I can assure you I’m fine. Though, I suppose reflecting on it, the affecting quality was more to do with who had written the poetry itself. Even now, you could write a grocery list for fun and I’d be hopelessly endeared by it.

Martin: Shut up.

Jon: I shall not! It’s been a hell of a road to get here, I think it’s more than acceptable to flaunt how much I like my husband, especially when he’s doing something he enjoys. In fact, I think it’d be more than appropriate if I did one of your poems for one of my wonderful things next week.

Martin: Absolutely not! Jon, there is a certain level of ‘embarrassing old men in love’ we’re allowed to be in the public sphere, and that would exceed it by, fuck, tenfold? Our quota would be wiped out for the year. For the next five years. No. Besides, my poems aren’t meant for anyone’s eyes and ears but my own, and occasionally you when you’re being nosy.

Jon, with audible shit eating grin: So you’re saying you wouldn’t like to hear your poetry in my voice?

Martin, having a gay panic despite being married to this man for years: I..uh..

Jon: Yes?

Martin: I would..I would like that very much. Privately. Er, please.

Jon: Well, since you asked so nicely. I suppose the poetry corner shall remain yours, for now.

Martin: Thank you for your grand generosity and understanding. Speaking of, should I get to the actual poem? I think I might have a winner with this one.

Jon: Please do.

Martin: So this week I’m bringing a poem written by an, as far as I can tell, unnamed ninth century Irish Monk-

Jon: -ninth century? Decided to abandon the contemporary route then?

Martin: Somewhat? The poem was written in the ninth century, but no one wants to hear me butcher the original, so I’m going to read the English translation by Seamus Heaney, which was done in 2006, so sort of contemporary? Depending how you look at it? Anyway, this is Pangur Bán:

Pangur Bán and I at work,

Adepts, equals, cat and clerk:

His whole instinct is to hunt,

Mine to free the meaning pent.

More than loud acclaim, I love

Books, silence, thought, my alcove.

Happy for me, Pangur Bán

Child-plays round some mouse’s den.

Truth to tell, just being here,

Housed alone, housed together,

Adds up to its own reward:

Concentration, stealthy art.

Next thing an unwary mouse

Bares his flank: Pangur pounces.

Next thing lines that held and held

Meaning back begin to yield.

All the while, his round bright eye

Fixes on the wall, while I

Focus my less piercing gaze

On the challenge of the page.

With his unsheathed, perfect nails

Pangur springs, exults and kills.

When the longed-for, difficult

Answers come, I too exult.

So it goes. To each his own.

No vying. No vexation.

Taking pleasure, taking pains,

Kindred spirits, veterans.

Day and night, soft purr, soft pad,

Pangur Bán has learned his trade.

Day and night, my own hard work

Solves the cruxes, makes a mark.

Isn’t that just delightful? Jon what did you-holy shit!

Jon, voice tight: What?

Martin: You teared up! You’re affected! Fuckin’ gottem!! I should’ve known. I should’ve fucking known that the way to Jonathan Sims’ soul was through a poem about a man feeling kinship with his cat. Incredible.

Jon, slightly sniffling: It’s a very nice poem! You read it because it’s a very nice poem!

Martin: Yes it is! That doesn’t discount the fact that I have read poems about love and hardships and finding joy in being alive and it’s the one about the cat that gets to you. Of course. I love you.

Jon: I love you too. Even if you are a bit too victorious over this. I think that will wrap it up for this week?

Martin: Think so! And as we say at the end of every episode, uh, the way to a man’s heart is not through his stomach, but through cat poems from a thousand years ago.

[thanksjro]

More Than Meets the Eye #33: In Which I Write the Word ‘Quantum‘ 19 Times

Dang, I forgot what happened at the end of the last issue. It was pretty important, too, but I don’t have time to reread. Maybe the establishing shot can help me out?

Oh, that’s right, Rewind happened!

Everyone’s pretty jazzed that Rewind is here, non-exploded, and supposedly alive. Megatron carries this ridiculously small man over to a table, while Skids is busy admonishing Nightbeat for trying to put the pieces of this mystery together.

That’s one of the two first canonically, openly gay Transformers, Megatron. You bet your ass he’s important.

Nightbeat’s dragged Nautica over to look at that poster for Crosscut’s play they saw last issue. Together, they discover something interesting, and it’s not that Nightbeat’s chin has elongated to the point of absurdity. On this future ship, the play was completed and produced a mere few weeks after the initial launch of the Lost Light.

While this is going on, Rewind wakes up and asks Skids what the hell is going on. Skids, likely not wanting to poke at farm-fresh trauma, glosses over the fact that everyone on this ship was violently murdered, and that they found Rewind blacked out inside the hollowed torso of his brother-in-law.

…This is a dark story line.

You see, the joke here is that “Dark Cybertron” sucked major chrome.

Megatron reminds everyone that they’re still in grave danger every moment they stay aboard this ship, but Skids is more concerned with Rewind’s mental health. Which is sweet, but maybe not the thing to prioritize in such a precarious situation.

Rewind takes the fact that Megatron is an Autobot now pretty friggin’ well, as well as the introduction of gender into his species. That is, until Nightbeat, the king of social graces, saunters up to the scene to ask Rewind what the hell happened to the ship. He does get his answers, despite Rewind being horrified to the point of speechlessness.

Over at the hole in the wall, Nautica and Riptide are taking a gander at the quantum drums, which house the quantum foam for the quantum engines so quantum jumps can happen.

As Nautica explains the process by which quantum travel works, she realizes that the answer to what happened to everyone who disappeared was right in front of them this whole time.

Quantum, quantum, quantum- doesn’t even sound like a word anymore, does it?

The data slug Rewind made corroborates this theory, showing a series of events that definitely didn’t happen to the Lost Light we’ve been following throughout this story so far. The data slug contains this Rewind’s version of dead Rewind’s “Little Victories”, the travelogue that was never completed, where the question “are you happy?” revealed just how emotionally unhealthy most of the crew is. I’d like to imagine this Rewind’s film is called “Small Achievements”, or perhaps “Dear Fucking Lord, We’ve Been on this Trip for Three Hours and the Captain Has Been Killed by a Goddamned Soul-Vampire”, or maybe even “Where the FUCK is Our Therapist”.

The DJD came into the equation by way of someone having led them to the Lost Light. We get a flashback panel of the gorefest, in which Tarn appears to have learned how to fly, given the angle he’s coming from.

Because Rewind’s big thing in this series is being the guy who records stuff, the DJD take the opportunity to make some movies of their visit to the space yacht.

James, why do you keep getting Rewind involved with snuff films? I’m starting to get concerned.

Now, the thing about Rewind is that he’s almost always accompanied by his other half. Where is Chromedome, anyway?

He’s dead, that’s where.

Turns out, when you tell the DJD that you won’t do the thing they want you to do, they have a habit of doing nasty things in retaliation. Chromedome got stabbed in the friggin’ visor with his own finger needles, because Vos enjoys ironic deaths, I suppose. There’s some other stuff that’s implied to have happened, but we’ll get to that once we learn a little more about the DJD themselves.

While Rewind recounts the grisly tale of his husband’s demise, Riptide notes that the quantum foam has begun to spread at a remarkable rate. This is a bad thing, because that shit can and will explode, given half the chance, and this wreck is floating right above a potentially-inhabited planet.

Though I could have sworn we established that this planet was a Smartplanet, and therefore very much populated by students and staff. I don’t know. Maybe we conveniently forgot that, so we could make this a learning moment for Megatron.

Jiminy Christmas, Megs, do you even listen to yourself?

Skids, who has had a very long day of finding corpses and learning about quantum theory, snaps at Megatron, telling him that in order to actually be an Autobot, you have to have a little frickin’ compassion for those outside of your peer group.

Which is sort of contradictory to the Aequitas trials, the Killswitch debacle, the POW situation back on Cybertron, and whatever the fuck Prowl’s whole deal is, but maybe Skids is speaking about his own, personal relationship with being an Autobot. Hopefully so, otherwise he needs a class on critical thinking, STAT.

Never mind all of that though, because the problem just got a lot worse- the quantum foam has expanded to a point where any holes in the stuff are too small for the Rod Pod to get through. We’re going to have to get creative if we want to save the day.

Luckily, we’ve got a quantum duplicate of just about the tiniest little dude in the franchise here to do the job. Now we just need another, equally tiny little man, so the quantum drums can be shut off at the same time. Nautica commits more microaggressions, and this gives Getaway inspiration for a witty quip, which in turn gives Skids a brilliant idea.

The gang heads down to Brainstorm’s lab, to look for the mass displacement gun that was used for treating Ultra Magnus’s nanocon infestation back in the 2012 Annual. While they search, Nautica explains just why the hell the Lost Light disappeared in the first place. You see, quantum duplication acts on the Cain Instinct— it’s fine, as long as the duplicates don’t perceive each other. However, the moment contact is made, it says “oh man, guess I’m gonna have to end you” to one of the duplicates. The contact in this case happened when the Coffin Rodimus was brought aboard the ship.

Anything that wasn’t aboard the Lost Light at the point of the takeoff/explosion was never duplicated, and thus wasn’t erased from reality once shit started going to hell. This is why the Rod Pod is still around, and why the remaining cast are— well, the remaining cast.

While this conversation is going on, Nautica and Nightbeat uncover yet another dead body; it’s Brainstorm, and he’s a little underdressed.

…Someone run a paternity test, I think Cyclonus might be the father.

Also, Brainstorm’s a double agent.

Fucked up.

Getaway is furious that a Decepticon has been living on the same ship as him for the last six months, right under his proverbial nose. Even Megatron’s surprised, stating that Brainstorm isn’t usually who the recruiters aim for.

So, no mass displacement gun, and now they’re aware of the fact that there’s a traitor on the ship who’s had access to a LOT of weapon tech. It’s at this point that Megatron decides to stop lying by omission and tells everyone that he can mass-displace, since he used to turn into a handgun.

Smashcut to Megatron and Rewind floating out in space, the former now not much taller than the latter, as they traverse the web of quantum foam to get to the drums. Nautica instructs them from the Rod Pod. If this works, anything produced or connected to the quantum engine will be neutralized, and maybe we’ll even get the other Lost Light back! YAAAAAY!!!

Y’all really let this man go out there to fuckin’ kill himself for the greater good, didn’t you?

Rewind is honestly pretty chill with ceasing to be, seeing as he watched 200/+ people die today, including his long-time spouse.

Jesus. I’d say get him a therapist, but in order to do that, we’re going to have to wipe him off the map anyway.

Rewind asks Megatron if the Chromedome that isn’t his and his duplicate are still together. And I mean…

Luckily, Megatron has the good sense to lie.

With that, they flip the switches, and deactivate the drums.

And that’s a series wrap on Rewind! Congrats to Mr. James Roberts for the esteemed honor of burying the same gay twice!

Later on, everyone is back inside the Rod Pod, as their disappeared shipmates return from being nonexistent. Chromedome pops back in, and Skids is on him like a shark, telling him to go on the roof. Skids doesn’t even try to explain why. Which, fair. How the hell do you explain to someone that their dead husband’s quantum duplicate survived both a terrorist splinter cell attack, and the laws of quantum sci-fi bullshit crashing down on his tiny, tiny body, and that he’s right there on the roof waiting for them?

Welp, there goes the Chromedome/Dominus endgame. Shame, that.

Looks like Chromedome finally hit the threshold for having earned Roberts’ pity, and won’t be directly targeted by the plot for a little while. This isn’t something you see very often, so let’s really soak this in.

…Someone had to have told Rewind what happened to the other Rewind, right? I wonder what that conversation was like.

Back inside the ship, Blaster gets word that the Lost Light has reappeared. As they navigate towards it, Megatron requests that an encrypted call be made to Rodimus, to discuss the Brainstorm problem.

In the interim, Ravage is offered the opportunity to be a part of the crew, so he doesn’t have to keep skulking around in the shadows. We don’t get an answer from him, as our focus shifts over to Nightbeat and Nautica.

Nightbeaaaaaaaaaat, stop stating the themes of the comic verbatim! People are going to start thinking you’re a shonen anime protagonist!

Nightbeat’s somehow managed to keep ahold of the briefcase that they found on the other Lost Light. Unless Brainstorm’s boyfriend is in there, I don’t think this one was the work of Huey Lewis and the News’ hit single from the Back to the Future soundtrack.

Over on the Lost Light, specifically in Swerve’s, Brainstorm’s making his way through the crowd, briefcase held gentle like hamburger as he goes. He makes it to the bar, where Atomizer tells him he can’t have his briefcase in here. Brainstorm has what most would accept to be a healthy response to being told “no.”

It’s what I would do.

[vampiresluvr]

Omg this is so fun!! Thanks for the tag!

1. Amnesia: -1/10. Amnesia isn’t really my thing. I feel like I have to reread the whole story again and reestablish relationships, which kinda drives me wild

2. Criminals: I think it depends on what kind of criminals. Mafia? 8/10. Serial killers? -10/10, I get too scared 😭 But if we’re just talking like everyday thieves or people on the run from the cops or something then 6 or 7/10. I think it’s really entertaining!!

3. Classism: 10/10. Enough said.

4. Cruise ships: Cruise ships???? I’ve never seen this tag before but I think it would depend on the context. Is the fic taking place on a cruise ship? 4 or 5/10. Does someone own a cruise ship line? ?/10. Is it a Below Deck situation? I fuckin hate that show, but if it was a good enough fic then maybe

5. Culture Shock: This one has a lot of really good possibilities, 8/10

6. Confusion: This one is pretty vague. Is the whole fic spent in a state of confusion or does it just happen every now and then? If it’s the former, then it might be too close to amnesia for me, 3/10. For the latter, 0, it doesn’t really matter to me tbh, I’m confused all the time so if the character is too I don’t care lol. HOWEVER, if it’s confusion in like a misunderstanding kind of way??? 100000/10 💥💳 💥💥💳💳💥💳

7. Trans (character): HELL YEAH/10. I LOVE this so much

8. Bad Ideas: Again, HELL YEAH, brother!! 10/10, chef’s kiss. Who doesn’t love a good bad idea?? Unless the bad idea is really physically or mentally harmful to the character, then I’m pretty much all for it.

9. Prosthesis: Tbh I had to google this one, but I have no opinion either way. It definitely would not dissuade me from reading a fic, though.

10. Angst: THANK YOU TAG GENERATOR!!!! Angst, my beloved. Angst is one of my favorite tropes, so you know good and well I go looking for this tag. 100000000000000/10. Mwah 🥰

Tagging, with absolutely no pressure: @dramaticstigmatic @psychopcmpz @heavymetalmachinery @spookiest-sapphic and anyone who would like to do this!!

thank you for the tags @sebari-1004 and @scalpho !

Tags generated here! Basically tldr; generate ten and rate them according to... with bonus points if you explain why. How much do these tags affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded 0 - don’t care either way +10 -> very enticed nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged

alternate professions: 5 - it would probably depend on what the profession is but i’d certainly give it a try

shakespearean language: -8 - i assume this means that the fic is written in shakespearean language in which case no thank you it would be hard work and i’d feel like i’m back in english class

mathematics: 1 - this seems an odd tag to have but i guess maybe? it would absolutely depend on what other tags are there

assumed relationship: 10 - yes please absolutely

POV outsider: 6 - now and again i’ve found some really good ones but it has to be written very well and i don’t want to read it too often

everyone is human: 7 - obviously this would depend on the fandom but these are usually quite fun to read

criminals: 6 - i have read a couple of jailbreak ones which i enjoyed so i’d certainly be up for giving similar ones a try

extended scene: 3/9 - i’ve given two answers here because i would likely only want to read it in the circumstance that i’ve just finished that particular episode and need to know what other people thought of it

dimension travel: 10 - yes i really love these they are so much fun with often slightly different details or sometimes major ones and seeing what effects they have

personality swap: 10 - i’m assuming this is the same as body swap in which case i need to read this right now

i’m tagging @ringdingdestroya @myelectronicpiano @girlbosscannibalism @vampiresluvr @strawberrysoop @sunsets-and-satsumas and anyone else who wants to do it feel free to!

[howdoyousleep3]

Miss K, I was just rereading your Senator Daddy Rogers fics for the 634th time and they are a delight as always. I LOVE Stern Daddy Senator 😍 And sweet little bb intern Bucky is always waiting on hand and foot to please Daddy. I just can’t get enough of them!

Anyway, I was thinking— in the spirit of the holidays, do you think Senator Rogers hosts christmas parties in his office for all his staff? Maybe he treats them all with early christmas presents (including the interns 😉) and maybe, just maybe, Daddy asks Bucky to meet him in the bathroom for some *ahem* sexy times?

I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I was just so excited and I couldn’t help myself 😂 Love you, Miss K and all your work especially Senator Daddy 😍😍😍

God yes hell yes what a nummy thought! I have many thoughts running through my head about how this would go down but the one I keep coming back to is mainly because Senator Daddy Rogers is a bit of a smug asshole.

It’s a big party, not just Senator Rogers’ group of interns but a few other representatives’ as well. It starts early, goes well into the night, drinks flowing, presents given, a bit rambunctious but overall a damn good time. Bucky can’t stop watching the way Steve saunters around like he fucking owns this place, clapping people on the shoulder, drinking people half his age under the table, boisterous laugh more than contagious.

He can’t stop thinking about the fact that that man chooses Bucky to get off with, to use, to fuck. That man lets Bucky call him “Daddy”. Bucky’s cheeks are flushed and his eyes are half-lidded because of his spiked eggnog but also because he’s walking around on this thunderous cloud of arousal.

And Steve is no better off, goddamn.

He can’t stop watching the way Bucky slinks around from person to person, can’t stop this little bubble of what he’s quite certain is pride from rising up in his chest at seeing the way Bucky works the room. He can’t stop watching Bucky’s mouth move, the way it’s slick and red and reminds Steve of cherries. He can’t stop thinking about all the ways he’s seen that mouth work, open and wide and trembling.

Senator Rogers may need to cut back on his whiskey-drenched eggnog when his mind slips to all the ways he’s been inside of Bucky’s body.

Surely they won’t be missed if they slip off for a few minutes…

“Why can’t I keep my eyes off’a you tonight, huh? Is it all this whiskey or has it been that long since I’ve had you under me?” the Senator chides hot and heavy against Bucky’s mouth as he presses the intern against the back of his office door, hands pulling at Bucky’s tucked shirt. He hums into Bucky’s cheek, his jaw, when his hands reach skin, so warm, so soft.

“Off’a me? Can’t fucking think around you,” Bucky mumbles into the Senator’s neck, turning and nipping at his bearded chin when the Senator’s grip goes a bit tight on Bucky’s sides.

Lot’s of kisses, warm ones, hot ones, a bit giggly, a bit intense, but what’s new? Pushes and pulls, groans and chuckles, “no marks…” and “I’ll do whatever I want with you and you’ll say ‘thank you, Daddy’…”. By the time the back of the Senator’s knees come in contact with his desk he’s got a squirmy and panting Bucky in his arms who is ready to do anything Steve wants.

How sweet.

Steve can barely pull Bucky off of him, doesn’t want to, could suck on those cherry-red lips all night. It takes a fistful of hair, takes a low, “Got a present for you, boy…” to get Bucky’s attention, to get him to pump the brakes. His eyes are curious, are hopeful, half-lidded as Steve reaches for his belt buckle.

“Tell me you’re not giving me your dick for Christmas…” Bucky whispers, fingers digging into the skin of the Senator’s stomach through the open buttons he’s fought through up to this point. Steve can’t help but chuckle through a smile, kisses at the corner of Bucky’s open mouth.

“You really gonna act like this isn’t the best present you’ll receive all season, you fuckin’ brat?”

He’s got Bucky there, caught him in a bit of dramatic bratty flair. He would do whatever the Senator wanted him to, would take a sort of filthy pride in the fact that Steve Rogers once again has chosen him to do such a thing with.

“Besides,” Steve breathes, lowers his voice on Bucky’s lips as if what he’s about to say is a secret. “My gift to you isn’t just Daddy’s cock—” Bucky is drunk and is feeling slutty and can’t help but drop his eyes down to watch the Senator pull his cock from his pants as he talks.

“It’s the gift of you doing whatever it is you want with Daddy’s cock…”

And that’s nice, oh god that makes Bucky’s chest clench up, makes his dick go a bit achy. He hates himself just a tad when his hand reaches down, fingers encircling the Senator’s cock, both humming when Bucky tugs on his handful. Bucky swallows heavily.

“Now? I get my… my present now?”

“A’course you fuckin’ do, you kiddin’ me?” The Senator huffs with a tight tap on Bucky’s cheek, a grip on his chin. “This is my Christmas present to myself too, sugar…”

Bucky can’t think straight. He’s got Senator Rogers leaning back against his own desk, hand full of the older man’s cock, stance wide and open. Whatever he wants. His hand fists at Steve’s cock again, glancing down and watching his fingers work and dance. When the Senator sighs heavily, Bucky whimpers, drunkenly says, “Want it all…” to which Steve gives him a rumbly reply of, “Then take it all, Buck.”

And happy holidays, Bucky does. He drops to his knees right there, lets himself have this moment of full and total control. He takes his own time, lets himself get lost in the feeling of the Senator’s cock stretching out his lips, his jaw, the way it feels sliding against his tongue. He lets himself go slow, allows himself to get openly and enthusiastically lost in a mouth full of balls. Even when Steve reaches for Bucky’s head, grip a familiar and taut one, he snaps, pulls his head back and clicks his tongue.

“You keep your hands to yourself,” and oh that feels nice, being the one to give an order for a change. It makes a grin spread across his face before he sucking down Steve’s fat cock once more, not even bothering to wipe the drool off his chin.

Bucky rides this powerful high into the “open me up, gonna ride your cock,”, into the command of, “lay down, on your desk…”

Bucky might be drunk but he thinks Senator Rogers might like it when Bucky is in charge. He hollers a bit too loud, smacks Bucky’s ass a little harder than normal, squeezes at it as he rides Steve through his fucking desk. He bounces on that cock like a little bunny, like he owns it, even at one point slides one of the hands on Steve’s chest up to loosely circle the older’s throat in warning.

He chuckles and purrs when Bucky tells him he can’t come yet, “… not done with your cock yet, Daddy. Stay put.”

Being in-control for once is something that Bucky didn’t think he’d like as much as he does. He tells Steve what to do, where to grab, when to touch. He asks him naughty questions, asks Daddy what his pussy feels like on the inside, asks Daddy how he wants to come and then drags their fuck out even more before not letting Daddy come the way he wants. It’s thrilling, it’s erotic, and by the time they’ve both come, he’s sweating and sated and knows there is no way in hell he’s going to walk out of this office looking anything but well-fucked.

In the end, Senator Rogers was right—this was the best present he receives all season...

Honeybun, thank you for this! I haven’t written a bit of them in a while and how fun, eep. Lub you!

[pricemarshfield]

i dig you

A fluff & angst Amberprice fic. Chapter 1/2. Read on AO3 here.

Chloe still seems shocked every time Rachel sits next to her at lunch. She hides it well, snarks at anyone who questions them, teases Rachel about the plays she still brings to read and reread again and again.

But Rachel's pretty insightful, and she notices when Chloe's eyes widen, when she shifts like she's not quite sure what to do, when her smile dims a little when Victoria loudly questions why Rachel's still hanging around the soon-to-be-dropout.

She's not sure what to do about it. If she just tells her no, Chloe, I do want to be here still, she's sure Chloe'd find a way to take it the wrong way, question why she needed to bring it up, deny she ever doubted it in the first place. One or all of those things. She loves her, but her abandonment issues run deep. Rachel could punch Victoria, but she'd definitely get kicked out for that, and she doesn't want to risk law school.

So she makes an effort to include Chloe in everything. Chloe sits in on rehearsals, ignoring Mr. Keaton's increasingly desperate attempts to get her to join or at least take the intro elective class. They get high in the junkyard, find a little room and make it their own with graffiti (with actual spray paint, thank you, not a Sharpie). Rachel watches Chloe's weird movies, Chloe watches Rachel's Broadway bootlegs, they listen to punk and drive around in the truck, fabric of the seat replaced so they can't see the deep, dark red stain from when she got stabbed.

It doesn't change anything. Chloe still looks at her like it'll be the last time they hang out every time they have some minor disagreement, texts a hundred times in a row begging her not to leave her every time she gets drunk without Rachel there to reassure her in person. It's...a little exhausting, if she's being honest. She loves Chloe, she wants to help her! But it's...sometimes she's just trying to have fun with some other group, and it's been three parties of that in a row.

"You texting your girlfriend?" asks some well-meaning newbie to the Vortex Club. Rachel opens her mouth to deny it, already dreading having to make herself heard over Victoria's snide commentary and Nathan's barely-veiled homophobia, but then her phone goes off again, and again, and one more time for good measure.

"I do have to take this," she says, and pretends she can't hear the conversation that kicks up before the door's fully shut behind her.

The cool, fresh air outside is refreshing, and she takes a couple deep breaths before calling Chloe.

"Rachel," Chloe says, voice slurring enough that Rachel's heart immediately kicks into a higher gear.

"Hey, Chlo," Rachel says, a nickname she has not used once in her life. "What's up?"

"Wher're you?" Chloe asks instead. Rachel doesn't hear the sound of the train, so probably not in the junkyard? But it could just not be passing.

"At Blackwell," Rachel says, which isn't, technically, a lie. She's on school grounds, and she says it casually enough that Chloe doesn't immediately push. "Do you want to come over? We could put on a movie, light some incense."

Chloe laughs, and the sound is light and easy before it cuts out abruptly. She can't hear anything on the other end.

"Chloe? Are you okay?"

"I'm fucking fine," Chloe says, and she keeps her voice quiet, so that means she's at her house. Rachel's tipsiness from earlier in the night has long since faded, she's probably good to drive, and she really, really doesn't want to leave Chloe alone. There's an edge to her voice that Rachel doesn't trust, reminds her of the fragility in her mom's voice the last time she visited before apparently disappearing off the face of the earth.

Rachel hopes she's in rehab. But she thinks Rose would tell her if that was the case.

"Okay," Rachel says. "I'd still like to hang out, if you're free."

"'Course I'm free," Chloe says. "i don't have any fuckin' friends, do I." It's not said like a question.

"You have me."

"Right," Chloe says. "Just the best of friends."

Rachel's already in the parking lot, trying to remember where the hell she'd parked the car. (Her dad's: knowing how much evidence they have on him working with Damon, he's been inclined to give her everything she wants, especially now that she's already met her mom. Rose still tries, too.) "Yeah. We're best friends, Chloe. You're the person I care about most in this shithole town."

"Yeah," Chloe says. "Yeah, when are we leaving, again? Thought you wanted to leave more than anything?"

"I did!" Rachel says, then corrects, "I do. I had to heal up after getting stabbed, remember?"

It's shitty and manipulative, but it works; Chloe's irritation switches to concern. "Yeah. I remember."

"But I am feeling better now," Rachel says. "I'm ready to go when you are."

"Now?"

"Sure," Rachel says. "Tell me where you are."

"Step-dick's house," Chloe says, quieter now. "Do you mean it?"

"Of course I mean it," Rachel says. "Do you still have all the clothes I packed you?"

"Yeah," Chloe says, voice hitching a little like she's about to cry. "I do."

"Awesome," Rachel says, excited despite herself. "Then I'll see you soon."

---

Rachel wants to be ready for the grand adventure with her friend at her side, but Chloe's house is more than a couple minutes' drive from Blackwell, which gives the logical parts of her plenty of time to ask her what the fuck she thinks she's doing.

They have no money. Rachel's barely gotten her first credit card, and it has, like, 1500 dollars on it. Which is a lot of money, but she's already spent some of it on alcohol, on their half-decent fakes, on Venmoing Frank for their weed or the other things she's tentatively tried. So they have about a thousand, which will cover gas to LA, at least, and probably food, and do they really need hotel rooms?

But of course they need hotel rooms, they can't just park by the side of the road in the middle-of-nowhere freeways. Those are like...fifty bucks? A hundred bucks? They can share a bed, that should make it cheaper.

So. A thousand will get them to LA. Then they'll...get jobs, Rachel guesses.

She's got this idea of herself working at a diner, wearing some cute outfit with pops of red, serving coffee and making small talk with the chefs while she waits for her big break. But that's only good for the modelling; she wants to go into law one day, too.

Maybe she can transfer to a school there? Showing she's independent enough to live on her own (with Chloe, of course, but without her parents there) has to look good on an application?

Or reckless and irresponsible, like her dad keeps calling Chloe.

All-in-all, Rachel's doubting everything in her entire life as she pulls up to Chloe's house. Chloe isn't outside, and she's about to throw some pebbles at her window when the front door opens with barely a creak.

"Did you oil the hinges?" Rachel asks, trying to keep the tone light. "Handy."

Chloe beams at her, wearing Rachel's old tarot shirt. Fuck, her tarot decks, she wants to bring those. All her things. At least some clothes. Probably some food, too?

"Do you have all the stuff you wanna bring?" Rachel asks. "We might need to stop by my place."

"That's what you said last time," Chloe says, but looks at Rachel, wearing her party outfit--only a tank top and some high shorts, which are cute but not great for the only outfit to have in a big life change--and shrugs.

Rachel breathes a sigh of relief. "Plus, they'll get mad if we steal the car. And gas is gonna be expensive enough."

"Don't care," Chloe says. "I'll take the truck."

Chloe, who is visibly swaying on her feet, is absolutely not good to drive. Rachel thinks for a second--if she drives her dad's car back, Chloe can be in the passenger seat, but then they'll have to walk with all her bags back to the truck. If they take the truck, Rachel can leave the keys and a note explaining where it is. They'll be mad, but whatever.

"Can I drive your truck, actually?" Rachel asks, and Chloe shrugs again. It won't be the first time behind the wheel of the truck, but it will be the first time on actual roads, not the paths they'd cleared in the junkyard. "Thanks, Chloe."

"Sure," Chloe says, tossing her the keys and yanking at the handle on her side. Rachel opens her door, reaches over to unlock the passenger side so Chloe can climb in. "What are we getting?"

"Clothes," Rachel says. "Maybe my tarot decks."

A couple of the plays she has physical copies of. Any and all drugs left in her room. Her flashlight that Chloe made for her. The important things.

"Okay," Chloe says. "You mean it? We're gonna leave?"

"I do," Rachel says, and she should kiss her. She should. She has before. She wants to. But she looks at Chloe, eyes still wide with disbelief that Rachel will follow her, will help lead the way out. If she pushes this, and she's wrong...

Rachel grabs her hand instead, smiles at her. Chloe squeezes it, and they keep holding hands the whole way to the Amber house. Rachel hopes she won't ever let go.

[softmeetscreatureplz]

Fr fr fr!!!!! There aren't too many here (probably bcs of the winter (also there has been no snow yet and I am fucking devastated. There "might" be a snow day tmrw but honestly we haven't even had an actual frost that lasted a full 24 hrs i hate i TTvTT)) but there were a few smaller ones this spring that popped up and fuckin destroyed a couple plants via EAT. insane. Actually wait we also have cicadas a lot but those dont rlly fly and i stear clear of them a lot. (also just reread that rip my spelling lmao-)

Kksjssjsjwiwiwi- that wold be so cool actuallyyt shwhsja-

Fr fr fr. Tbf actually it i think flooded the summer before?? And we got contractors from insurance in the house 4 the emergency part, who like turned our very pretty finished basement into a very ugly, leaky, unfinished basement. (It's had a fucking book knook. It had a bedroom with a wood door. Auauauaugbbhhh that door was like a selling point 2 me of why we moved here TTvTT). That summer i did go down there,, and then that fall we finally got other contractors come in and find out that the first contractors had done such a shit job, there was a bunch of mould!!! So I'd been. Chilling in the moldy unfinished basement for hours at a time all summer lmao. Anyways then this year it was the contractors so I couldn't go in cause they were painting and shit (i did anywayd j7st when they left lol)

Yeeaaagagg, tbh I'm not?? Super concerned on the actual test part?? Mainly cause it's English and I fuck hard w/ English. Themes?? Hell yes!! Implications?? Yes pls! Basic grammar fixing shit? Sure! Write a story or essay abt x y z and expand on it? No fucking problem!!! I love English and writing just. So muchjjjsnsja. It's been one of my fav classes since 4ever lol. But the fact that it is State Testing and if you fail you have to Register To Retake it (how? Idfk. They don't tell us.) Is mainly scary lol.

But ye history is rip. The teacher is my fav teacher but I am Shit at memorizing all those dates and names and specific battles and how you spell them (i was tricked. Buffooned. Idioted. Into the academic history too)- and it's the like- uaaa first term/ first half of the first semester grand recap test??? So. Yk I am Not confident abt that!!

Questionssssssssss!!!!

Fav day of the week, 2nd least fav day of the week, top 7 fav bugs, seasons in order of most fav to least, & hru??? I hope ur day is fun and calm today!!!!!!!! :33

hihi!!!!!

fave day of the week is wednesday bc dimension 20 comes out 🦾

Second least is probably Thursday

I cannot list a top seven bugs Charlie. I am so afraid of them. I mean I don't mind flies and gnats or mosquitoes but I will flinch from butterflies I simply am not qualified to answer this

Loosely winter, fall, summer, spring each of these is subject to change and completely flip to the other side

I am tired! I stayed up til 6 reading Hunter Noceda fanfiction on ao3

How's your day been!

[terrainofheartfelt]

10, 22, 24 -nads 💕💕

10. How would you describe your writing process?

No technique, just vibes. Pure chaos. I’ll write pretty much anywhere. Lots of fic has been written in the Docs app on my phone during my commute. There’s a uh – a lot of Thinking usually before I ever put something down on a doc, like a line of dialogue or a description I like. When I am first doing something, I’ll start a bullet point of ideas/things that I want to happen in the story/snippets of dialogue, and then once I’m rolling that usually morphs into paragraphs of actual prose, and from there we have lift off! I’ll skip around too, to different scenes that happen at different times. I usually don’t switch things around, like when I write I already know what I want chronologically to happen, I just won’t write it in that order. When I skip around I’ll type a line of ellipses (...) between paragraph breaks so I know there’s a gap to fill. I’ve also always been kind of a kinetic learner/thinker, so I write through stuff in my head when I’m doing another task—like doing the dishes. I love to go on walks and work through stuff in my head but it’s cold as hell and the sun sets at 4:30 right now so that hasn’t happened much lately. :/

Oh! And one helpful thing I do (which is a trick I picked up from my opera dayz) is I’ll set a timer for 15 minutes, and in that 15 minutes I will just write, just write, and glance at wikipedia for reference purposes. And then when time is up, I stop, and faff around for 5ish minutes before doing another 15, giving my brain a break. I would do this in the practice room when I was working on singing, and I translated it to writing papers in grad school, and now it’s been pretty helpful in fic writing!

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

Only all the time. I am my original target audience. I really enjoy them! It really is the “write the fic you want to see in the world” and think like, ah, yes, that’s the thing I needed. Go me. There’s always those typos that slip through my 9000 edits, but the times where I read something that just hits and I go “I’m a genius.” that feels good.

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

Ummmmm I think by the nature of practice I’ve gained more consistency in my writing. When I was thinking bout this question I think the largest difference over time is that I’m writing for more than myself now? Which is wonderful for many reasons, this community and its support has been so lovely, and it’s so great to be working on something and think “oh Nads is gonna LOVE this,” and getting comments is Thee Best Feeling Ever™, but there is another side of it too, where I can get too hung up on how something might be received instead of just writing the thing, or waiting by the inbox for feedback instead of being proud of the thing I created. I think I’m still trying to find the balance between those, but overall writing for others plus myself is pretty fuckin cool.

Fun meta asks for writers

[imagining-in-the-margins]

I have another set of TB&TB Asks to get through later! Here is Pt 1 of responses to Part Six! 🐝🐇

Speaking of... anyone speak Russian and wanna help me with dialogue for this series? I might just make it italicized rather than putting it in Russian, but I do love the idea of including the phonetic Russian.

You obviously have to be okay with spoilers!

Anyway, on to Anon Answers!

1. Ah, Spencer. Big fuckin’ dummy. This is certainly not the end for them, I promise you that. It will be a rough ride for the next several parts, though. I promise you all it is worth it!

2. That’s about how I felt when I wrote it, if I’m being honest.

3. I’m evil. And, as Spencer pointed out in H2M, things are sweeter after difficulties.

4. Oh my god I’m so glad for that (temporarily). That is devastating. One time I thought I corrupted a file for Law Review that I’d spent 16 hours on and I cried the entire time until Google Docs salvaged it for me, lmao.

I’m happy to cheer you up, friend! Although I’m surprised it was this update that did it for you, lol!

5. I actually did tear up writing this, but it is not the most painful part by far. I just feel for them right now because they’re both too uncomfortable around each other to admit to their feelings, but they also both are aware that they are full of shit. 

I hope you’re taking care of yourself, as well!

6. Oooh I should reread everything to keep myself sharp. My mind tends to think in patterns without even trying to, so I often reference things on accident.

7. lmao, my friend andiebeaword pointed out my A/N and I had to go back and look what I wrote... I’m so stupid.

I’m glad the writing is doing its job, although it hurts me to leave you all on a sad note for the update!

8. Oh my goodness, you’re so sweet. I’m very flattered, even though I think work sucks most of the time. Thank you for your support!

9. YOU ARE MY FAVORITE PERSON AND I LOVE YOU!!!

10. I am trying to keep updating on Thursdays at 5PM EST for as long as I can. I’m currently about 1/4 of the way done with the next part. It might be shorter than usual (I’m genuinely not sure).

That being said, work is crazy as hell right now, so it’s all up to how my weekend goes. I might end up having to do work.

11. It is “Don’t Stand So Close to Me” by The Police! It’s a great song; if anyone hasn’t heard it, you should look it up! It’s one of the major inspirations for this fic. I had made the scene with the bus stop without even thinking about the song.

12. - 13. I’m sorry I made you sad! I promise you it’ll be worth it. I’m glad you’re holding out hope. I wouldn’t leave you high and dry like that!