#the simplicity and rawness of it get me so much

[gabriel-posts-here]

Top 1 manga pannels that fucking haunt me

[ducktracy]

what a fantastic transition

[kcrossvine-art]

Hey folks! Itsssssssssssss timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for another dungeon meshi cooking time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isnt that neat.

Its weird to think how long its gonna be before season 2 of the anime drops. Anyway go read the manga i promise you wont regret it. This ones from senshis lil garden on legs-

Today we'll be making Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch?” YOU MIGHT ASKIts vegetables, vegetable wauter, and not Much else! Knife is there too.

Head of cabbage

4 carrots

3 potatoes

2 onions

2 turnips

Thick slice bacon

Butter

Seasoned rice vinegar

I lied theres pork did you fall for it did u catch it.

AND, “what does Golem Field Fresh Veggie Lunch taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKSon, have you ever eaten a vegetabel

Broth is surprisingly flavorful considering the limited spices and short cooktime

Potatoes are perfect texture for dipping

Cabbage absorbed a lot of the juices!!!

Was more impressed by the salad part of the meal-

The turnips need to be sliced enough to Barely see through, and the carrots julienned thin enough to be almost peels

And its this wonderful vegetable confetti tasteful in its simple pleasure

Rice vinegar of any kind will work, seasoned rice vinegar is just what i had

Salt both parts of the meal generously

In the future i wouldve shredded or cut the cabbage much smaller. We'll talk more on that later. Its also intentionally barebones with spices and oils, me using butter and rice vinegar is even pushing the limits of show accurate because in the show they used plain olive oil.

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From idea to execution, this was a very quick recipe. For starters, nothing gets cooked all that long (the water spends more time empty than it does ingredient'ed) and for lasters nothing gets cut all that much. It was tricky finding good sources for stewing a whole cabbage because most recipes call for either shredding or at least chopping smaller. And they do this for a reason. Its unwieldy trying to eat a whole half of cabbage, you never quite know when to start or where to start. Do you bite chunks out? Peel leaves? Spear it with other things? I dont know. I still dont. Im not a huge raw cabbage fan and it wasnt raw, but it wasnt transformed much either. Minimalist. 

This was a feast in the show and i bet that the freshness of the veggies were a factor, considering they were plucked fresh off the living rock guys. I wouldve killed to be able to brown the onions, roast the carrots, or maybe cube the potatoes (though the consistency was perfect for forking and dipping them in butter so! Bonuses.)

Oven roast bacon is a beloved treet for me. It seemed to absorb some of the vegetable broth and vice versa with the broth absorbing the oils from the bacon, which enhanced all the flavors. Maybe in the future itd be nice to try cooking the bacon a bit ahead, and then adding it to the pot while everythings boiling? Also adding a spritz of lemon juice to either/both is always nice!

I give this recipe a solid 7/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) for its simplicity. With modifications like shredding the cabbage and more seasonings, it could become an easy 10/10. hit that like and subscribe or kill me

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Ingredients:

Head of cabbage

4 carrots

3 russet potatoe

2 white onions

2 turnips

10 slices of thick slice bacon

Butter

Seasoned Rice vinegar

Stew Method:

Preheat your oven to 400f. Line a rimmed baking sheet with foil and place a baking rack on top (alternatively you can use a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper and no baking rack. but the baking rack lets the air circulate better and the grease drip off!)

Cook your bacon for about 18 minutes or until crisp. Flip halfway through.

Chop your carrots, peel and slice your potatos in half, and slice your onions into rings.

Get a large pot with a tight fitting lid, add water, salt, your carrots, your potato pieces, and your onions. Cover and heat to a low boil.

Cut the cabbage head in half down the middle. Once the pot is boiling, carefully add your cabbage to the pot and arrange the halves so theyre fully covered.

Cover and cook for about 13 minutes, the cabbage should be slightly crisp but have give to them. 

Remove from heat and laddle contents into a bowl, arrange some of your bacon along the sides so the fat and the broth mix :) salt and pepper to taste. And get a little saucer for butter so you can dip the potato pieces and/or coat the cabbage pieces.

Salad Method:

Peel your carrots and turnips. Cut off the ends of both. Julienne your carrots, and thinly slice your turnips.

Add your carrot greens (or your chosen leaf filler) to a bowl, then add your carrots and turnips.

Coat with seasoned rice vinegar, salt, and pepper. Thoroughly mix and enjoy :) 

[allbark-no-bite]

Ignorance is Bliss || Coriolanus Snow x reader

summary: there’s something to love about the simplicity of boyhood. or in which there’s still good in Coriolanus and you love him

warnings: none really. this is just self-indulgent fluff. maybe slight mention of smut

word count: 1.3k

authors note: okay first of all ik everyone here spells it Coryo, but i much prefer Corio. the Hunger Games was the first ever fandom that i wrote for nearly 8 years ago (please don’t read my wattpad) and i’m so excited to have an up to date fic posted on here! the Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes revived my love for the series and i hope you all enjoy :)

The sky shifts from a faint blue to yellow with the approaching evening light. In just a few minutes the swarms of awakening insects will be almost too much to bear. He swallows, and the combination of his dry mouth and the lack of humidity makes it feel as though his throat sticks together with the action. Being so deep in the forest, away from the rest of civilization, the air out here is so fresh that just breathing it is dizzying.

By now he's so used to the polluted air of District 12 that this sort of clarity is a startling but welcomed reprieve. In the Capitol, he'd grown up hearing stories of the miners in 12 who would eventually succumb to the horrific fate of suffocation, their lungs black from years of inhaling coal dust. Even after just a few months of being assigned as a peacekeeper to the district, the undersides of his fingernails had turned permanently black with the dust.

The games are far from his mind these days—at least most of the time they are. He has done his best to put those horrors in the past. He is no longer a Capitol student, fighting to prove that he belongs there in his hand me down shoes and shirts with buttons made of bathroom tile. Those days now seem like an entirely different lifetime.

His heart rate slows to the point that his chest hardly rises, and his only sign of consciousness is the occasional flicker of his eyes as he fights to keep from dozing off. He lies there watching the sky and counts the hours until the sun is swallowed by the horizon.

It's considerably quiet save for the breeze moving through the leaves of the trees overhead and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot of a forest animal. Five more minutes and he'll get up.

Movement at his side makes him grunt. It's not much, just a shifting of weight, but it still forces a puff of air out of him. Underneath the cream undershirt of his uniform is a mess of slowly healing, raw pink flesh. His body still hurts from weeks ago.

The district boy's spear had stabbed straight through  the muscle of his shoulder and was rapidly on the mend thanks to Dr. Gaul. The burns on his back were healing on their own accord, albeit slower than he would have liked. All things considering, his wounds had been relatively insignificant.

He had seen tributes sustain much worse things in the games before. He'd take a couple of burns over a severed head any day.

This time the weight lifts almost completely from crevice of his side and his attention shifts to the body beside him. You'd been curled up, asleep at his side the the better part of an hour.

"Where are you—" His question is cut off as your weight returns, this time into the pit of his stomach, curling up against the curve of his lean body. It half knocks the breath out of him. You have the tendency to do that to him.

With your cheek pressed into his gut, your hand reaches out for his own and he willingly complies, linking his slender fingers with your own. Perhaps you don't realize it but this is the same way he first touched you, hand in hand back in the zoo, and it will always mean more than anything to him. It is this thought that causes him to bring your wrist to his mouth and press his lips against it.

His mouth is warm against your skin, and even if you don't know exactly where the gesture of affection came from, you reciprocate it with the same tenderness.

"What are you thinking about?" You finally ask, breaking a long hour of comfortable silence.

You.

Rather than answering, Coriolanus hums in acknowledgment of your question. "Corio—" At the same time, he swings his leg over your hip, switching positions so that his body is hovering above your own.

"Hi."

You grin, fingers grabbing hold of the cool metal of his dog tags that hang down from his neck.

"Hi."

Looking pleased with himself, he dips his head down, capturing your lips with his own. You were his, and he was constantly refiguring that out.

The kiss is sweet, tamer than what you're used to from him. Not that he's ever been unpleasant, you adored Coriolanus and just about everything about him. But he was a man. A boy growing into a man and that came it, its own boyish tendencies. Regardless, rarely ever did you discourage his wandering hands.

You can't help but smile at the feel of his lean, brawny body pressed against yours. He'd been thin with hunger back at the Capitol. His time in District 12 training as a peacekeeper had done him well. Not only had he become sturdier with muscle, but somehow taller too. One of his legs is wedged between your own, and through his trousers you can feel him, half hard with interest.

Coriolanus pulls away from the kiss at the feel of your lips pulled into a smile. His brows furrow together in confusion, but your smile is infectious and soon enough his own frown is tilted upwards. "What? What are you smiling about?"

You attempt to subdue your grin at his inquiry, but it's to little avail, and that only drives his insistence. "(Y/n). What've I done?"

"Nothing," you laugh, a palm coming up to cup the side of his jaw so that your thumb can smooth over the sharp protrusion of his cheekbone. Normally the action would be enough to distract him, but he's persistent.

"(Y/n)."

“Really, it's nothing," you insist. "I just... I love you." That is what you settle on. I love you.

You love the naivety in which he is able to love. Pure and untainted by heartbreak. Too young to know much at all. Even too inexperienced to realize that there were more ways to satisfy his desire for you than just kissing. His body wanted you in the way that a man wanted a woman, and while he surely felt the effects of that attraction, his pure intentions had yet to stray.

Coriolanus' clear blue eyes narrow in slight skepticism but he doesn't press you any further. "I love you too," he says, lifting his hand to slip his fingers into your hair and massage at the base of your scalp. At the same time, his thumb presses up into your jaw, tilting your chin upwards so that he can kiss you again.

This time you indulge him further and kiss him back a bit more forcefully than before. Your hand finds the short crop of his blonde hair, and like a cat preening under the attention, his body reacts in tandem. He half snorts in amusement at your reciprocation but doesn't comment, too pleased to pull away long enough to taunt you.

Coriolanus takes it upon himself to deepen the kiss, the force of his lips upon yours not yet bruising but certainly heading there. His tongue slips past your lips, exploring the taste of your mouth. At the same time, one of his slender hands slides down your side, his fingers grasping at the curve of your hip.

The day will come that his desires get the best of him, and he’ll want more of you. Frivolous things such as the wrestling and the making out that the two of you do now won’t satisfy him later. And while the thought doesn’t bother you, it’s nice what you have with him now. It’s so simple and so easy to love him and his still boyish self now. The time will come eventually, and that’s okay. You’ve got a lifetime together after all.

[lizzyiii]

His Darling (3)

pairing | loki x fem!reader

word count | 5k words

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summary | you and loki have a one on one, and suddenly strange dreams seem to find you, ones of a mysterious man and a different time

note | language, violence

a/n | i really enjoyed writing this chapter. Also bare in mind I'm writing literally from the show, merely adding a character insert, so if you don't like the way certain characters are written cough (sylvie) cough, just know that this is directly from the show.

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated ✨

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

“May I see your hands?”

Your gaze snapped to Loki, his tone unexpectedly serious against the backdrop of the ship’s creaking timbers. After hours of searching and navigating through chicago, you had miraculously pinpointed Victor's coordinates.

The relief of discovery was dulled by the exhaustion weighing heavily on your limbs as you leaned against the deck, the salty sea air doing little to revive your spirits.

With a weary sigh, you extended your hands to him, your fingers trembling slightly. The light scrapes from when you’d climbed out of the lake were still evident, reminders of how chaotic the day had become.

Loki took your hands in his, his grip warm and surprisingly comforting. A soft green light enveloped your wounds as he concentrated, his magic flowing into you like a gentle tide, soothing the rawness and stinging pain.

You could feel his energy mingling with yours, But when you finally pulled your hands away, the familiar throb of a migraine surged back, sharper than before, as if reminding you that the fight wasn’t over.

“I want to go home,” you murmured, the fatigue clear in your voice. The longing for the simplicity of your life back in your world.

Loki’s voice, laced with guilt, followed you. “I think perhaps we should have let you stay at the TVA.”

You snorted, shaking your head incredulously. “You think?” The sarcasm dripped from your words, a defense mechanism honed by endless encounters with chaos. The ship swayed gently beneath your feet, the rhythmic lapping of waves a distant echo to the turmoil swirling in your mind.

“Sorry,” you muttered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves lapping against the ship. “I turn into quite the bitch when I’m tired and overstimulated.” It wasn’t an apology so much as a self-deprecating admission, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Loki, leaning casually against the railing, tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly but not in a judgmental way.

There was something understanding in his gaze, something softer than you’d expect from a god who had wreaked havoc across the universe. “Understandable,” he replied, his voice smooth, tinged with an odd empathy. “This situation is... a lot.”

You let out a short, humorless laugh, brushing a hand through your disheveled hair. “That’s the understatement of the century. But no—being patient is important. Nobody wants to be around a bitch the entire time.”

Loki’s eyes never left you, his expression shifting to something you couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t pity, but something... tender? “That’s an interesting perspective,” he said slowly, as if he were weighing each word.

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm golden light across the ship's deck, the early rays glinting off the water like diamonds.

You raised a brow, unwilling to let the mood get too heavy. “What, you expected me to be a diva all the time?” Your voice was light, but your exhaustion was starting to catch up with you.

He tilted his head, studying you with that infuriatingly calm gaze. “No, I didn’t. But there’s something admirable about how you handle everything.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes. “Well, I’m not sure ‘admirable’ is the right word. Barely keeping it together is more accurate.” You shifted slightly, trying to keep the conversation flowing so you wouldn’t collapse from sheer exhaustion. “Did you enjoy my concert?”

A small smile tugged at his lips, though it was more subdued than you expected. “I’ve never been to one before,” he admitted, as though the idea of thousands of Midgardians screaming and jumping to music was a foreign concept to him. “I enjoyed the part where I listened to you sing. Not so much the part being surrounded by sweaty, screaming mortals.”

That brought a soft laugh from you, the corners of your mouth lifting. “Sounds about right. Though, at least you made it through.”

He paused, as if considering whether to admit something. “I enjoyed the first song the most.”

Your smile softened as you looked away for a moment. “That one’s special,” you said quietly. “It was the first song I ever wrote. Always had a place in my heart.”

Loki watched you with interest, his gaze growing more intent. “What is it about?”

You hesitated, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment. It wasn’t exactly casual small talk material. “It’s a bit heavy,” you confessed, turning your gaze back to him with a sheepish smile. “Not exactly the sort of thing you talk about with someone you’ve known for all of... what? A few hours?”

He seemed almost amused by your reluctance, though he kept his expression neutral. “I’ve lived for centuries, Darling,” he said, that familiar mischief flickering in his eyes. “A few hours is more than enough time.”

You smirked, not letting him get the upper hand. “I’ll tell you when we’ve known each other for a day,” you teased, the smile in your voice clear as day.

Loki opened his mouth to respond, but stopped short as a genuine smile crept onto his face. “A full day, hmm? I’ll hold you to that.”

You couldn't help yourself. Curiosity gnawed at you, and despite knowing it might be stepping on thin ice, you asked anyway. “So, what’s the deal with you and Sylvie?” The question slipped out, your voice intentionally light, but the underlying edge of suspicion was hard to miss.

Loki’s features tightened slightly, his blue eyes narrowing, a hint of confusion crossing his face. “What deal? There is no deal,” he replied, though the defensiveness in his tone was obvious.

You tilted your head, a skeptical look crossing your face as you watched him closely. “Really?” you asked, dragging out the word a little too pointedly.

“Because from where I was standing—in the middle of all that chaos—it sure seemed like there was a lot of tension in that Ferris wheel compartment before I got blasted out of it.”

Loki’s jaw tensed, and though he tried to remain composed, you caught it—just the faintest flicker of something in his eyes. Unease? Hesitation? He quickly masked it with his usual cool demeanor, but it was too late.

Loki sighed, clearly trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters. “It’s complicated,” he muttered, his voice lower now, avoiding your gaze.

You tilted your head further, watching him closely. “It always is, isn’t it?” you said, but this time, there was no bite to your words. Just curiosity....

Mobius plopped down beside you, his usual easy-going nature in full swing as he chimed in with a casual tone, “Loki and Sylvie? Yeah, that’s a bit of a complicated relationship.” He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but the moment the words left his mouth, your jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Sorry—what?” Your eyes widened, your shock almost comical. “That’s new,” you blurted out, your voice tight with a mix of surprise and discomfort.

An awkward laugh escaped your lips as you pressed them into a thin smile, your mind racing to process the information.

“You know, I actually don’t think I needed to know that,” you muttered, feeling a strange, unfamiliar twist in your gut, like you’d just uncovered something you weren’t quite sure how to feel about.

“We’re not in a relationship,” Loki cut in quickly, his voice sharp with irritation. He shot Mobius an exasperated look, his brows pulling together in a tight line. Clearly, this was not the kind of conversation he wanted to have.

“Really?” You cocked your head, eyeing him with suspicion. “And here I was thinking it was some sort of weird emotional sibling dynamic,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, though deep down, there was a flicker of something more—a hint of unease. “My bad.”

Loki’s lips twitched in frustration, but he said nothing. His silence was louder than words, though, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the unspoken tension between the two of them.

“Seriously, what in the Targaryen is this then?” you joked, your voice laced with playful sarcasm as you tried to brush off the awkwardness. But the joke landed heavier than you intended, a bitter edge clinging to it.

Mobius frowned, genuinely confused. “What’s a Targaryen?”

You blinked at him, momentarily taken aback by the confusion in his voice. “It’s just… a family with dragons,” you said, waving it off with a strained smile.

Even as you laughed it off, that strange, restless feeling refused to let go—a tug at the back of your mind. There was something about Loki that lingered, something you weren’t quite ready to confront.

You glanced at him, bathed in the warm morning light, his figure outlined in shades of gold that almost made him look like a figure from legend. He was every bit the god people whispered about, with that noble bearing and gaze that seemed to hold lifetimes of secrets.

You tried to brush it off as a simple infatuation, because he was indeed, an attractive man. You’d had a hundred fleeting crushes before; surely this was just another. Tomorrow, this feeling would be gone. At least, that’s what you told yourself as you shifted slightly, resting your head on your arms, eyelids growing heavy until, finally, sleep pulled you under.

Dreams swept over you like a thick fog, but they felt different somehow, as if they belonged to another time, another life. You could hear voices, though the faces remained hidden in shadow.

“Where have you been?” The male voice was vaguely familiar, the tone edging on impatience.

“With your mother,” came your own voice, though you couldn’t remember the conversation. You sounded brighter—full of some distant energy.

“Why?” the voice asked, confused.

“Oh, I always have tea with the Queen,” you answered, your tone filled with cheekiness. “We discuss the usual: my magic, how I’m becoming a brilliant young lady, and, of course, how I’m the daughter she never had.”

A scoff followed. “You exaggerate.”

“I don’t, I swear, darling,” you teased back, the fondness in your words almost startling. It felt as if you knew this person deeply.

There was a pause, then a serious tone, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?” you asked, your tone dropping, sensing the shift.

“A betrothal,” he said, his voice heavy with something that almost sounded like hesitance.

Before the words could settle, a gentle hand shook your shoulder, pulling you back to the present. You blinked your eyes open, and Mobius was looking at you with a small smile. “D, rise and shine. Time to wake up.”

You pushed yourself upright, the fragments of the dream still lingering in your mind, leaving you with a curious, aching feeling you couldn’t place.

The rocking of the ship had only just faded from your bones when a new, sharper pain made itself known—a pounding in your head that felt as though it clawed its way from the inside out.

Even as you reached Timely’s warehouse, the pain seemed to twist and deepen, coursing through every part of you until you could hardly hear Mobius and Loki’s voices over the waves of it.

Your feet slowed as they moved ahead, and you tried to catch your breath, gripping the cold wall to ground yourself. It wasn’t a typical headache; it was as if something within you was desperate to be unleashed, like a rising tide threatening to burst through the dam.

No amount of focus seemed to hold it back, and by the time you forced yourself inside the warehouse, Renslayer had Timely in her sights, weapon drawn.

“Move any closer, and he’s done,” Renslayer warned, her voice tense.

Your vision blurred as Mobius spoke, “Stop, Ravonna. Is this the free will you wanted? Look at me. You’ve lost your way.”

But even his words became muffled under the weight of the migraine, a storm that was building into something relentless. Each heartbeat seemed to pulse through you like a wave of energy, and the ache surged, making your knees buckle slightly.

You clutched at your head, but the pain within you didn’t stop—if anything, it was only growing.

You barely registered the blast that knocked you and everyone else off their feet, the impact ringing in your ears. When you lifted your head, Sylvie had appeared, stepping toward Timely with her machete drawn. She looked ready to finish him, but just as she raised her arm, the pain in your head hit its peak—a final burst of energy that clawed its way to the surface.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. A sharp groan escaped your lips, and everyone’s eyes snapped toward you. Loki’s face was a mix of confusion and concern, his gaze fixed on you as he called out, “Darling?”

But you could barely hear him as the power overwhelmed you, ripping free in a yell that echoed through the warehouse. A pulse of energy exploded outward from you, shattering the windows and sending everyone crashing to the floor.

And as the last of the energy left you, darkness crept in, and you felt yourself slip into unconsciousness, the echo of Loki’s voice the last thing you heard.

When the energy had dissipated, Loki rushed to your side, his gaze wide with alarm as he knelt down and gently lifted you into his arms. His expression softened, worry etched deeply into his features as he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, clearly shaken by what he’d just witnessed.

Before he could fully process, Victor Timely’s voice shattered the moment. He was facing down Sylvie, her machete leveled dangerously at his throat.

“Get him out of here,” she finally ordered, her voice hard, though her eyes flickered with a mix of hesitation and resolve.

Mobius didn’t need further prompting; he opened a time door nearby, his face unreadable as he took in your still form cradled in Loki’s arms. He and Loki exchanged a look—an understanding, a silent agreement—and without another word, Mobius gestured for them to go through.

With careful movements, Loki lifted you fully into his arms, feeling the weight of your limp form against him. The surge of energy you’d released—it was unmistakable. You had magic, and not just any magic. It was powerful, raw, and brimming with something he hadn’t seen in quite some time.

Together, with Timely, Mobius, and you still unconscious in his arms, Loki stepped through the time door and back into the TVA.

In the depths of your dream, that same familiar voice echoed softly, stirring something warm and distant within you.

“What would I do without you, darling?” he said, his tone playful, yet laced with something deeper.

You smirked, even in your dream, responding with that familiar sassy charm, “Die, most likely. A thousand deaths, I suppose.”

The man’s laugh was rich and smooth, almost like a melody, and it filled you with a feeling of comfort you couldn’t quite place. You felt yourself smiling, savoring the warmth of that laugh, before it all began to slip away, consciousness pulling you back to the present.

Slowly, you blinked awake, the dim lighting and metallic surroundings of the TVA coming into focus. A throbbing ache pulsed at your temples as your vision cleared, and soon you found yourself gazing up into the concerned faces of Mobius and Loki. Both looked a mix of worried and… perhaps relieved?

“What happened?” you murmured, frowning as the remnants of your dream slipped away.

“You released an extraordinary magical energy,” Loki replied, his hand steady on your shoulder as he helped you sit up. His gaze was searching, as though trying to decipher something he didn’t quite understand yet.

You frowned, rubbing at your temple, piecing together flashes of the confrontation with Renslayer. “I’m sure that was Sylvie’s doing,” you said slowly, though doubt flickered in the back of your mind. It was like trying to recall something half-forgotten yet seared into your bones.

Mobius shook his head, clicking his tongue thoughtfully. “The first blast? Yeah, that was Sylvie. But the second… well, that was all you.”

You blinked, trying to process that, and as you did, Loki’s intense gaze bore into you, his blue eyes filled with a quiet certainty. “Which means…” He paused, his voice lowering, “…you’re not entirely human.”

You pursed your lips, looking down as you mulled over your next words. “I kind of… more or less knew that,” you admitted, the weight of those words feeling heavier than expected.

Mobius snapped his fingers in front of your face, breaking the silence as both men leaned in, their expressions sharp with curiosity. “Normalize explaining, please,” he pressed, quirking a brow.

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself off the table to stand, trying to avoid their expectant gazes. But the moment you tried to balance yourself, a wave of dizziness crashed over you.

Your vision blurred, and you swayed, feeling yourself start to fall. Just as quickly, Loki’s arm wrapped around you, steadying you and guiding you gently back onto the table.

“Easy now,” he murmured, his tone soft but firm, his hand lingering at your back as you steadied yourself.

Clearing your throat, you gave a small shrug, not quite meeting their eyes. “When I escaped the TVA and got to Earth, I tried one of those heritage tests a year later, just for fun… thought maybe I’d get some clarity on where I come from.”

Mobius’ eyebrows shot up, and he tilted his head. “Hold on—so you knew we weren’t just TVA-made creations?” His tone was incredulous.

“Sort of figured that out,” you replied with a deadpan expression, “when I got Mark from HR as my Uber driver once.”

Mobius snorted, while Loki’s gaze grew more intent, his eyes narrowing slightly. You cleared your throat again, bracing yourself.

“When I did the test, though, it came back… strange. No human DNA, not even close.” You leaned back, giving a wry smile. “And trust me, I had to pay a small fortune to keep the doctors from going public with that little revelation.”

You noticed the surprised glances exchanged between Mobius and Loki, but you waved them off dismissively, smacking your lips as you shifted the conversation. “So, is Timely dead?”

Mobius furrowed his brow in response, shaking his head. “Nope, he’s inside with OB.”

Feeling a surge of determination, you tried standing again. This time, your legs cooperated, and you found your footing. “Well, gentlemen, I do think I should be there then.”

After a quick change out of the uncomfortable corset gown into something far more practical—a tight-fitting black cotton skirt paired with a delicate, patterned top—you joined the two men. The familiar fabric felt comforting against your skin, a welcome change that allowed you to breathe easier. Together, the three of you made your way back to OB's lab, your heart racing with anticipation.

As you entered, Loki wasted no time, calling out, “OB, how’s it going?”

“Uh, we have a… we have a good plan,” OB stammered, a hint of nervous energy crackling in the air. He led you toward his machine, enthusiasm battling with anxiety. “It’s a pretty good plan.”

He motioned for you to gather around as he brought forth a mini Loom. The contraption was a jumble of wires and painted models, its haphazard design reflecting the urgency of the moment.

“Here’s a model I mocked up of the Loom. Forgive the shoddy and slapdash work. It’s not to scale. I only got one coat of paint on there. I haven’t been able to carve out figures to represent all of us,” he explained, gesturing animatedly.

You listened to OB intently, your gaze fixed on the chaotic array of machinery around the lab. The air hummed with anticipation and tension, every ticking clock and buzzing light amplifying the gravity of the moment.

Just as OB detailed the intricacies of the Loom’s mechanics, your attention was drawn to a figure in the corner of the room—a sight you hadn’t expected.

“What’s she doing here?” you blurted out, confusion etching your features as you shot Sylvie a dirty look. Her presence felt like a dark cloud looming over the proceedings.

Sylvie crossed her arms defensively, her glare piercing as she met your eyes with equal intensity. Before you could say anything else, Loki's voice filled the space, calm yet authoritative. “Sylvie wants to help.”

You raised an eyebrow, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “So we’re just going to forget how she almost killed me and Victor?” A hollow laugh escaped your lips, disbelief coloring your words. “Alright then.”

Loki opened his mouth, clearly about to say something, but Victor interjected, pointing toward another Loom. It resembled his initial design but with distinct modifications. “The Loom,” he said, his tone a mix of pride and apprehension.

OB, suddenly looking bashful, scratched the back of his neck. “I’m honestly embarrassed that Victor’s here to see it,” he admitted, his eyes darting away.

“You’re being hard on yourself. It looks great,” Mobius chimed in, his encouraging voice cutting through the tension.

"All right. What’s the plan?" Loki asked, his brows furrowed, an air of determination wrapping around him.

OB stepped forward, gesturing animatedly as he grabbed a figure to demonstrate on the mini Loom. "It’s simple," he explained, his voice steady with the weight of urgency. "One of us will have to take our Throughput Multiplier down the gangway. Load it into the launcher, then hit the green button to launch it towards the Loom."

He paused, letting the gravity of the task sink in. "It will dock with the Loom, scaling its capacity to manage the backlog of branches that was created when…" His tone shifted, dripping with sarcasm, "someone killed He Who Remains and released all those branches and ruined my life."

You subtly shot a glare at Sylvie, who stood with arms crossed, her expression a mixture of defiance and guilt.

Loki leaned in, curiosity piqued. "Hang on. What’s the connection between the Throughput Multiplier and the Loom?"

"The rings of the Loom aren’t wide enough," Casey chimed in, his voice steady but filled with concern.

"That’s correct," OB confirmed, his tone urgent. "We need to make the rings bigger so more branches can fit through. But there’s one gigantic problem."

Loki tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. "What’s that?"

“There is much, much more Temporal Radiation in here than there was when you went out there, Mobius,” OB stated, his voice thick with concern as he adjusted his glasses, eyes darting nervously between the group. The tension in the lab grew heavier, wrapping around you like a fog.

“More?” Mobius echoed incredulously, his brows furrowing. He inhaled sharply, then turned to Loki, determination etched on his face. “Okay, well, I mean, Loki’s really gonna have to hoof it then, right?”

Loki frowned, his ocean eyes widening in surprise as he met Mobius’s gaze. “Hang on a second. Why is it suddenly me having to hoof it?” He crossed his arms, an unmistakable petulance creeping into his posture.

“Because it’s your turn,” Mobius replied simply, shrugging as if it were the most logical conclusion.

“Says who?” Loki huffed, his frustration palpable. “Why? Why is it suddenly me?”

“Clearly, this isn’t me,” Mobius retorted.

You couldn’t help but watch their playful banter unfold, an amused smile creeping across your lips. “Just because it isn’t you doesn’t mean it isn’t me,” Loki added.

Mobius pointed to the miniature figure that OB had placed on the mini Loom. “It’s got your shape.”

“It’s got my shape?” Loki echoed incredulously, raising an eyebrow.

“And here I thought you were supposed to be this indestructible god,” you chimed in, unable to resist the urge to tease him further.

Loki turned to you, mock betrayal etched across his face. “Oh, I am, Darling,” he said, puffing out his chest slightly. “I most certainly am. But the fact remains—it’s a suit. It could be anybody.”

“It's wearing a helmet,” Sylvie interjected, irritation lacing her voice. “Doesn’t look like anyone.”

“Uh…” OB interjected, adjusting his glasses as he gathered his thoughts, his gaze darting between the group. “It doesn’t matter who it is. It’s doable. But this person just needs to be… woosh super-fast.”

“Okay, great. So, what are we waiting for? Let’s do this!” Sylvie clapped her hands together. You had to restrain yourself from scoffing; the situation was complicated enough without her unwittingly playing the role of instigator in all of this.

“There’s another problem,” Casey chimed in, a hint of concern creasing his brow.

“What’s that?” Loki asked, exasperation edging into his tone. He ran a hand through his dark hair, clearly growing impatient.

“This whole plan is only theoretical because our Throughput Multiplier doesn’t yet work,” OB replied softly, his voice filled with uncertainty.

“Why?” Loki pressed, his curiosity piqued.

“Wait,” Victor interrupted, raising a finger as if he’d just made a brilliant discovery. Everyone turned to him, intrigued. “Let me guess. The Loom’s temporal decay outpaces your Multiplier’s throughput capabilities.”

“Every time, yeah. How did you know that?” Casey shot back, surprised.

“Because I had the same problem with my Loom… until I made this.” Victor produced a small device from his pocket, holding it up like a trophy. “It’s a prototype. Still.”

Loki took a cautious step closer, narrowing his eyes at the device. “OB, it’ll work?”

“Integrating them, if that would even work, would take a long time,” OB replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He rubbed his temples as if trying to fend off a brewing headache from all the possibilities swirling around them.

Victor’s confidence, however, was unwavering. “Mr. Ouroboros,” he began, locking eyes with OB, “if anyone can make this happen, it’s you and me.” He extended his hand, and OB grasped it firmly.

Then OB turned his gaze to you, a hint of hope igniting in his expression as he added. “I think Darling could help too.”

Your heart fluttered at the mention of your name, a rush of excitement coursing through you. A surprised smile broke across your face, lighting up the dimly lit lab. “I’d love to, gentlemen. Just give me five,” you replied, your voice a harmonious blend of lightness and determination.

As you walked out of the room alongside Mobius, Loki, and Sylvie, Mobius turned to you, his trademark grin appearing as he casually murmured, “All right, let’s have a little pie while we wait.”

The mere thought of pie sent a warm flutter through your stomach, a brief distraction from the chaos surrounding you. Just as you opened your mouth to respond, Sylvie’s irritated voice sliced through the moment like a knife. “Pie?”

Mobius blinked, clearly taken aback by her reaction. “Yeah?” he said, confusion lacing his tone.

Sylvie crossed her arms, her frustration palpable. “What is the matter with you? You dragged me back here begging for help, so you must have some idea of what’s happening. Everything is turning to shit, and you want to leave it to them while we go and have some pie? Great idea, Mobius,” she spat, her words dripping with sarcasm.

“Sylvie, wait—” Loki interjected, his voice calm but strained, trying to bridge the rising tension.

“No, I won’t wait,” she snapped, her eyes blazing. Turning to Mobius, she continued with a scathing edge, “Come on. Let’s go and get some pie. Why not? It’s a great idea. Clocks don’t tick at the TVA, do they? You found out you’re a Variant, and you haven’t even looked, have you? It’s just another bad day at the office for you. Timelines are just lines on a monitor. Doesn’t matter if a few disappear. Because you’ve never bothered to look if one of them was yours. Does it even matter that the branches are dying?”

As she launched into her diatribe, you could feel your eye twitching at her relentless tone. With a huff of exasperation, you let out a huge scoff, your irritation bubbling over. “Because of you, sweetheart,” you shot back, your voice steady despite the tension.

Sylvie’s gaze snapped to you, narrowed and simmering with defiance. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, excuse you,” you replied, your tone firm as you stepped forward, undeterred. “Last I checked, no one dragged you here kicking and screaming. You came back of your own free will. And ever since, all you’ve done is complain, rather than help fix this situation that, frankly, you caused.”

She scoffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t see you helping,” she shot back.

“Oh, I’m about to,” you said, unbothered. “Once I’m in the right mindset, of course.” You held her gaze, unflinching. “And you know what? I think I’ve earned myself a bit of fucking pie after nearly drowning—thanks to you, mind you. And, FYI, I think I might have a bit of aquaphobia now. So maybe, just maybe, you could stop trying to be the victim so bad and actually do something useful instead of standing around, casting blame like it’s a sport.”

For a split second, Sylvie just looked you up and down, her jaw clenched. Then, with a dismissive huff, she turned on her heel and stormed off without a word. You rolled your eyes, not particularly fazed, but noticed Loki take a step to follow her.

“Wait,” you interjected, your tone edged with incredulity. “You’re really going to run after her after that little tantrum?”

Loki hesitated, torn between you and Sylvie’s retreating form. His brow furrowed, conflicted, but you shook your head, irritation flaring as you let out a heavy sigh then you reached for Mobius instead. He still looked solemn, her words clearly weighing on him.

“Come on, Mobius,” you said, slipping your arm through his with a gentle tug. “Let’s get that pie. I could use a bit of sweetness after all this.”

Mobius glanced down, managing a small, grateful smile as he nodded. You gave him a reassuring squeeze, just a little as you led him away, not looking back.

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Fan Fic Friday!

I'm finally getting in the headspace to be able to read and enjoy fic and oh boy have I been enjoying it! Sharing a few that I've enjoyed reading this past week. For simplicity's sake I'm focusing just on completed works.

People Are Just People (Like You) by @trans-top-stede and @nonplayer-character (plus art!!) Holy shit. Holy shit. This story is stunning. This 24K fic (that also includes some wonderful art) shows Ed struggling to re-enter the world after the COVID lockdowns, all while drawing solace listening to a radio show for aliens. (Hmmm, wonder who could be hosting that?) There is pure, raw emotion baked into each and every word. The loneliness, the feeling of knowing it SHOULD be so easy to just do what you once did so easily but now it's HARD, the desperation, the hope, all while Ed just keeps trying. By the end I was weeping and just feeling in awe of all the little ways humans are simply there for each other, time and time again. I found this work deeply relatable, and I'm sure many others on here will as well. It's an absolute masterpiece and I can't stop thinking about it.

Red Skies at Night by @soupbtch Oh, this is a FUN one, even if I was literally screaming at my laptop for chapter upon chapter because OH MY GOD I KNOW I SAID I LOVE A SLOW BURN BUT WHY MUST THEY BURN SO SLOWLY WHY CAN'T THEY JUST KISS?!?!?! Anyway. Stede's a perfectly bitchy cruise critic, Ed's performing on said cruise ship, sparks fly. This 64K fic is the perfect blend of humor and tension and heartache and of course, a lot of romance. And some great sex. Danny did such a great job using beats from both S1 and S2 to tell a really beautiful story that had me grinning ear to ear nearly the entire time. (Again, nearly, because I also did a lot of screaming.) Absolutely fantastic.

True to Life by @ipomoea-batatas This summary ("Ed and Stede accidentally open an inn for ghosts") had me sold immediately. It's fluffy domestic fic. And a ghost. But not like a ghost that's going to be terrifying and murder you in your sleep, so don't worry if that's not your jam. Just a ghost with a backstory. This fic 28K is SO much fun, filled with impeccable banter that feels like Taika and Rhys just got set loose and were allowed to do whatever they wanted. A bit of a mystery, a bit of cozy domesticity, a lot of fun. Highly recommend.

Flotsam and Jetsam by @/anathxmadevice Looking for a quick read? This one's a little over 5K and is so absurdly lovely. Don't be fooled by the short word count; there are some Big Feels in this fic. Stede's a beachcomber, and Ed runs a pub, and naturally Ed is immediately charmed by Stede's excitement at finding some funky shells. I don't want to give away the ending, but suffice to say it basically left me the human embodiment of this emoji: 🥹. Just a beautiful little bite-sized fic. And there's also a podfic!

Pete & Prejudice by @shieldmaidenofmithrilhall Okay, here's something a little different! All of the above are Ed x Stede, but here's an absolutely charming 14K story about Lucius and Pete! (Although there are some truly adorable Ed x Stede moments in it as well.) Pete and Lucius are dating and everything is amazing, except once a year Pete disappears for "a thing," and now Lucius is determined to find out what it is. I can't say much more without spoiling it, but I will say I started smiling in the very first paragraph and by the time I was done my grin had basically reached my eyebrows. Absolutely perfect characterization, so sweet, so romantic, and some moments that literally made me laugh out loud. Be prepared to fall even more deeply in love with Pete.

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*lizzo voice* I’ve been waiting for this one! Turn it up! Anyway it took all the power in me not to turn on anon 😩. Honestly these are gonna be pretty broad so you have creative freedom!! I was wondering if I could have a Poly!Ghostface with breeding being a main focal point 👀. If not main I’ll take minor point! Whatever’s easiest! Also it’s amralice I changed my username LOL

Man you requested this thing foreverrr ago, but I finally was in the mood and got to it. I am gonna thank the new Scream movie on the horizon and also the Ghostface call I got. Breeding kink ain’t my kink but damn if it isn’t fun to write! Especially since I shockingly never have with these two! I hope it was worth the wait and that you all enjoy! 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. Poly!Ghostface. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Biting. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Raw Sex. Creampie. Sloppy Seconds. Threat Of Denial. Dub-Con. Breeding Kink. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Praise. Pet Names. Coercion. Gaslighting. Billy And Stu Being Toxic. Riding. Slut Shaming. Reader Blaming. Restrained Reader. Dumbification. Overstimulation. Begging. Crying. Decryphilla. 

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Throwing Caution To The Wind.

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You were smart, cautious and careful. 

Normally.

But ever since two particular boys entered your life you find it harder and harder still to keep your head on straight. They could make a suggestion and from anybody else it would be totally outlandish, something you would never even consider entertaining, but when it came from their mouths, well, it just had a funny little habit of making sense. 

So when you were fooling around one night, stretched out underneath Stu, him kissing your neck, teeth grazing. Billy was by your side, hands everywhere when he said your name softly, you hummed in question and he responded, “Feelin’ good?”

A light and breathy laugh, “To say the least.” but you wanted more, so you asked, as nicely as you usually did, sweetness and heat tying the two words in a bow, opting for simplicity, “Fuck me?” 

Billy didn’t sound disappointed or anything, he said it in a very matter of fact way, “Would love to but we’re outta condoms.”

Shit.

You however were disappointed, you totally meant to pick up more but you spaced on it, and true you could get off in other ways. And while hands and mouths and the rest have their very well loved place, that isn’t what you wanted tonight. You thought, turned it over in your mind, they weren’t letting up, still touching you all over, the teasing was too much and you think, “Fuck it.”

You speak, “We…We could still-” That got their attention, Stu’s head rising from your chest, the nipple he had just had between his lips released with a wet pop, “Still?”

Billy leaned in closer, “Yeah, still?”

A nervous look between them both, a bite of your lip before the pulsing need pushing you forward and the words tumbled out, “We still could if you promise to pull out.” 

The look passed between the pair over your form was quick before they looked back to you, “Are you sure?”

You think for a moment maybe you shouldn’t, maybe this was a bad fucking idea, but then Billy’s hand was between your thighs, deft fingers circling your clit through barely there and soaked lace, pleasure sparks inside of you, makes your legs twitch and your breath stutter in response. Stu was as unhelpful as ever as he returned his mouth to giving attention to your chest and before you truly know what you are saying, those two words slip out on an exhale, “I’m sure.” 

“Well if you’re really sure.” Billy hummed.

You were. You could trust them. 

Soon enough you were deep into it with them, all clothes were forgotten as you got on top of Billy, the feel of him warm, his eyes giving away that he was as full of want as you were. One hand on your hip and the other holding himself at the base of his shaft as he lined up, the hot and hard velvety head of his cock poised at your slick hole and in one smooth move of your hips downwards you took him inside. His reaction was amazing, about the same as yours honestly, first there was a sharp inhale at the sudden rush of sensation, a small tense, and a quiet but definitely vocal moan. It felt fantastic, you from the stretch of him and him from the feeling of you, so warm and so wet, and you both from feeling the other raw for the very first time. 

You started to move, began to ride, tentative, easy, bouncing up and down and holy shit, you didn’t know it could feel this good with him bare, if you did, you might have done this sooner. The build of it was quick, Stu was helping, one hand rubbing your clit, sloppy kisses placed on your neck as you reached back behind yourself, your own hand on him, stroking him as you rode Billy. “How’s she feel?”

A breathless laugh, his head thrown back as he confessed, “In-credible.” 

“Oh I bet, M’ already dying for my turn.” The smile on his face was evident from his tone.

You got very, very distracted after that, trying to keep a good rhythm both for yourself and for Stu, a task that got harder and harder as you got closer and closer to your end, the fingers helping you along, refusing to let up. Your head was swimming, ample moans and panting breaths you feel yourself draw close and warn them as such, a broken and weak, “Gon-gonna cum-”

Stu’s fingers stay consistent, your hips are faltering but Billy’s hands are locked on your waist, he helps you move, keep it up, rocking up into you, fucking up as you are slammed down and you know your orgasm is going to be spectacular. It builds and rises and finally peaks, you tip over and cum, eyes slip closed and the moan that breaks out is loud and blissful. 

You are thoroughly pleased and totally distracted, so overcome with feeling that you didn’t, more than that, you couldn’t gather enough mental awareness to notice Billy’s own end that had also crept up. If you weren’t so consumed with getting yourself off you would have noticed the change in his breathing, the pitch of his own moans, and all those little tells you had gotten to know so intimately that would have clued you into him getting so dangerously close. You cumming pushes him over too, plush walls hugging and squeezing him rhythmically, as if your body were silently begging him to do it, to unload inside you and he complies. Your eyes slide back open, brows furrowed in confusion as you are panting, as your own pleasure subsides you feel the flex of him inside and with a few more gentle moves of your hips, directed by him, still gripping you, a rush of warmth and wetness. 

You shouldn’t be this wet, it felt way more slick so suddenly and as you look down at Billy, his own eyes closed in pleasure, bottom lip caught between his teeth, a harsh exhale out of his nose and red flush on his chest it hits you like a ton of fucking bricks. 

In the haze of you cumming you had let go of Stu and he allowed it to happen, you got up, raising up on your knees and sliding him out, a small hiss from him as you do so, followed right after by the now clearly obvious mix of his cum and your wetness pouring out of you and back onto his slowly softening shaft. You reached down, feel your well fucked hole that was steadily leaking, moving back to see all the mess and you look at Billy accusingly, “You said you were gonna pull out!”

There was this much too comfortable smile on his face, a small shrug, glancing at Stu as he said, “Oops. Sorry.”

Stu laughed and you wanted to smack him, “It’s not funny!”

“It’s a little funny.” Stu defended and you ignored him as you asked Billy, “Why did you do that?!”

“Couldn’t help it. I tried to hold it while you were getting yours but it felt way too good.” He said it in a way that was clearly trying to sway you, when you seemed unmoved he spoke again, “C’mon, don’t be mad at me babe. Didn’t it feel good?”

It did. It totally fucking did but- “That’s not the point!”

“So you admit it did feel good.” He said with a wider grin and you pouted arms cross over your chest, “I didn’t say that!”

“Implied it plenty.” Stu said easily, his hands on you, locking onto your waist and you tried to wiggle away, “Stop it! I want you to take this seriously, I told you not to and you totally violated me-”

That got a laugh from them both, Stu saying with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah you seem really violated when you were cumming like that. The sounds you were making? Sounded like you were really being forced.”

“Totally man, sure felt like you hated every second of it when your cunt was fucking milking me.” Billy continued mockingly as he started to sit up, a hand running through his hair and you wanted to protest, make them apologise but Stu was touching you. He hadn’t let you get away, he was laying more affection of your neck and shoulders, one hand sliding between your legs and you tried to fight him of, “Knock it off Stu-”

“Nope.” You felt him, pressed hot and hard to your hip and he said, “I still gotta get off.” 

You wanted to tell him to fuck off, that no way after this would you but Billy was touching you too again, he’d knocked your arms out of the way and he was playing with your nipples, tugging gently as he says, “He was real patient, let him have a turn.”

“N-no, I don’t want to-” You protested weakly, totally unconvincingly, especially as Stu buried his fingers inside you and felt how your body responded, clenching around his fingers. He was murmuring in your ear sarcastically, “Yeah again, feels like you really don’t want this.”

You give in, an attempt at compromise, “Okay, let me blow you-”

A laugh from the pair, a shake of Stu’s head, and Billy pulling more painfully, “Nope, you’re gonna let him fuck you and you’re gonna love it.”

You wanted to whine, sob, beg, but you felt so needy, you did want to feel him, did want him to fuck you and get off again and again but the risk, the danger of it, you shouldn’t-

Billy’s voice cuts through your whirring and worried spiral in your mind, “We’ll buy you a plan B if it makes you feel better.”

It did. It really did. If they did that then there was no point in denying Stu, you could let him use you too, let him cum inside without further worry so you rush out, “Yes, okay, fuck-”

“Awe there you go, good girl.” His fingers are pulled out and you are pushed down, Stu repositions you, forces you into face down ass up and without any more preamble you feel him against your hole and he slips inside. 

He moans long and low, his body covering yours, you feel his chest to your back, his hands on your wrists, holding you down as he bottoms out. He held deep inside for a moment, feeling you with nothing in between, how loose and lubed you were from the previous load dumped into you, he ground his hips against your ass, another groan leaves him as his head pitches forward, resting on the back of your shoulder. He sounded wrecked already but he always was a massive slut for Billy’s sloppy seconds.

You moan too when he fills you, your eyes sliding closed as he starts to move, slowly, begins to fuck you, deep and hard, barely sliding out halfway before shoving back inside. After a few more moans he pulled out of you with no effort he said, “God, you’re so fucking funny, you know that?”

“Hu-huh?” You moaned out and Stu continued, “Thinkin’ that you could let us fuck you raw and we wouldn’t take the chance to cum in you-” A breathless laugh, a shake of his head, then punctuated by the hardest thrust yet and a moan before he continues to verbally degrade you, “-stupid, stupid whore, only thinking with the gash between your legs.”

Instead of angering you, instead of making you feel everything it should, instead it makes you moan, makes you clench down on him again, makes you feel even more heat spark inside of you and arousal wash over your brain. Maybe you were naive and idiotic to think that they would just pull out, maybe this was- “Your fault. This is all your fuckin’ fault.” Stu whispered harsh into your ear as his hips picked up the pace. 

It was, you were warm and wet, sweet and inviting, you really thought that they could feel you, all of you, bare and alive against them and thought what? That they’d be able to resist not finishing in your abused hole that was gripping onto them for dear life? That same hole that was practically beseeching them to do it? 

It was biology you were fighting against too, your mouth said one thing but your body another totally different. Who were you to fault them for listening to millennia of evolution directing them, telling every sense and fiber of their beings, compelling them to cum exactly the place they were supposed to? In your fertile and ready hole, the one you had for this very purpose. 

This was on you and you alone for asking for too much of them. They were only human. 

This was fucked, totally fucked, you were into this, all of it. The danger, the risk, the moral ambiguity and more still. It fuels you.

You moaned incoherently, started to rock back to meet Stu’s thrusts, Billy sitting up in front of you watching as the blonde fucked you harder and harder. “Oh, seems she really does love it.”

“Yeah she does, you do, don’tcha?” He asked and you nodded, panting as you felt the pleasure building again, a furious nod, his hands released your wrists and a hard smack that landed on your ass made you yelp as he demanded, “Say it!”

“I-I do, I lo-o-ove it, fuck, pl-please! Don’t stop Stu!” You begged pathetically, desperate to ease the ache and to cum again. 

“Oh I won’t.” Stu assured around a laugh and Billy hummed, the sound of skin on skin filling the space of the bedroom around him he spoke, “How bad do you think she wants it?”

“I dunno man, shit, feels like she does pretty bad.” He mused in between his own panting breaths, another groan breaking out and Billy let that hang for a moment before posing, “Bad enough that if we told her we wouldn’t get her that little pill she’d still beg you to cum in her raw?”

“Love the way you think.” Stu confessed and with another brutal and unrelenting thrust he asked, “Well?”

Your mind was so hazy, you could barely keep up but you felt some fear curl in your gut as your clit throbbed and your cunt wept, you didn’t want that, did you? Moreover you didn’t think that they did either, a questioning and wavering moan, a stretched out, pitched up, whiney, “Whaaaat?”

A laugh, Stu mocking what you said, stretching out your “what” in the same way and your head falls forward, resting on your forearms as he uses your body. Billy chimed in then again, recovered from his own small laughing fit, “You heard us. If you wanna cum, if you wanna get off, beg for him to breed you.”

You move your head up, slightly, able to look at Billy, he was staring down at you and you could see he was hard again and was jerking off to the view of you and Stu.

When did this happen? Since when did they get into this kink? You had no time nor the higher faculties to think or question, pleasure was rising quickly, you were so fucking close when Stu’s hips stopped with him buried inside of you. His cock pressed to that sweet spot but un-moving, a sob, you can begin to feel the orgasm slip through your fingers and you didn’t think, just let it pour out of your mouth thoughtlessly, “Please, please, please, fill me, God! I nee-need it, fuck-” 

A broken moan into the sheets, again followed by a breathless but still definitely loud enough for them to hear as Stu resumed his previous pace, “Breed me.”

It only took about five more perfectly placed thrusts for you to cum.

Something else was said, something surely degrading and filthy but you couldn’t hear it, your mind went blank as you shuddered under him, sensation radiating out and making your legs almost give out with a wrecked moan. 

This time the come down took longer, especially since Stu didn’t let up, still ruining your hole, only when you were just beginning to come back to yourself and catch your breath did you feel it. Stu holding deep with a groan and now more aware of it, knowing it was going to happen, you focus a tad better, feel him cum inside and it leaks out of you around him, too full to hold the remnants of Billy’s load and Stu’s with him still stuffed inside. 

When he pulls out a moment later, even more of them spills out, down the backs of your thighs and you finally get to lie down, a deep inhale, your limbs feel sore but you feel very relaxed. You could fall asleep right here and you thought you just might until Billy rolls you over, you feel him settle on top of you, between your legs and when he slides in your eyes fly open with a gasp, he didn’t waste time, fucked into you and Stu said, “Told you we could make her beg for it, you owe me five bucks.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll pay you later-” You tried to find your voice to speak up, protest over this new information, that they made some petty bet over this but he changed the angle, ground on your oversensitive clit and it stole all your fight, your argument, along with your breath. Another squeeze of your walls around Billy that he commented on and you had to admit, if only to yourself, this is some of the best sex you had ever had, not just with them but period, and maybe, you should let this go and be thankful for them leveling up your sex life in this way. 

Regardless, something for future you to worry about and deal with, for now, your legs wrap around Billy’s hips, ankles lock behind his lower back, you reach up, pull him tighter by your fingers tangling in his hair and you beg into his sweat slick neck, “Don’t stop.” 

“There you go, what a good slut.” Stu praised and you were rewarded by a strong press of Billy’s lips against yours.

You finish that afternoon with tears down your cheeks, a cunt full of cum and a head full of confusing thoughts, a new kink unlocked thanks to their inability to listen and their overconfidence that they knew your body better than you could ever hope to. 

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Bad Boy: No one calls Levi "IT".

I wanted to comment on something that I've seen these days in some meta posts of Bad Boy, but I haven't had the time till now to check the font to confirm my impressions and, you know, argue with receipts.

No one calls Levi "IT".

I also must say, the posts authors are without fault. The "it" in the (rushed, fan-made) English translation is either a mistake (I suspect machine translation might be involved) or a very unfortunate choice of words if translated manually.

You see, there is no "it" in Japanese. There is “this” and “that”, but no “it”.

The word the criminals use is “こいつ” [koitsu] which is a derisive term to refer to a person. Depending on context, it could be translated as “this guy”, “this dude”, “the SOB”, “ that MF”… you get the idea.

If you watch subbed anime, you’ll hear koitsu* all the time in shounen where guys are or want to appear tough – especially since, much like in English, such terms can be used insultingly, informally, or even as a term of endearment between very close people (as in “This mf and I have been bffs since kindergarten!”). Those guys likely use koitsu on a daily basis. I don’t have all the raws handy and neither have the time to go through them, but for instance, Hannes calls Eren koitsu in chapter 1 when he ponders about the kid’s wish to join the SC; and Connie calls Jean this when he “blames” him for his joining the SC in chapter 3.

There are worse ways to call people, and Levi himself uses a wide range of them throughout the main manga.

More importantly, although koitsu can be used for inanimate objects, this use is rather an endearing form in familiar settings. What’s important to note is that koitsu is not the Japanese “it” equivalent by any means and, therefore, it does not carry the dehumanizing undertone that calling a person “it” in English has.

Depending on context (and Japanese is a highly contextual language) it can range from very informal to plain derogatory, but it is absolutely not akin to call a person an object. Calling someone koitsu in the wrong context wouldn’t make them go “omg they’re dehumanizing me”, but rather “omg they called me something very rude.”

Of course this doesn’t mean the criminals in Bad Boy are any less perverse, but I think a clarification of this (I want to believe, honest) mistranslation is important for two reasons: one, to provide an accurate analysis so as not to atribute the characters, or the author, an intent that isn’t there; and two, to not give the haters an excuses to dismiss or disparage a whole meta post because of one incorrect piece of data.

*I’m using only koitsu throughout the text for simplicity’s sake but you’ll also see/hear the equivalent terms soitsu/aitsu/yatsu, which are basically the same, the only difference being the itsu in relation to the speaker: this mf, that mf, that mf over there... You also have doitsu as the interrogative form (which mf?).

Here is a very clear article regarding the use of these words:

[skeeverboy]

hi i love making lists and rankings. this is my ranking of all tfb albums from worst to best.

yes i've ranked tfb albums before im trying to go more in depth on this one and also my opinions may or may not have changed

Going Grey

It's experimental. It's stylistically different from the albums leading up to it. It's branching in a new direction, their first step into a slightly more pop sound. And it is boring.

A couple tracks sound the same to me. There's no pull factor for me, it's all around just kind of dull when compared to other TFB albums.

That is to say, though, I do love this album. Peace Sign goes hard, love the connection to Tie Dye Dragon. You Used to Say is a pretty solid opener. Vacation Town is a classic (though it is overplayed ngl)

8.4/10

In Sickness & In Flames

I love this album, I really do. Stylistically I think it's really significant to the TFB timeline, marking their journey into the more pop side that they're exploring recently. There are some absolute BANGERS also - love bus beat, love montgomery forever, love Fairbanks, Alaska. This was also the most recent album when I started listening to TFB.

With that, I think a lot of the album is kind of forgettable. I mean, come on- new song d, the hard way, make way, love at first sight. I forget they exist. Also, for some reason, I just cannot stand everyone blooms and it's the opener to the album. It puts a bad taste in my mouth for the entire thing.

8.9/10

You Are Who You Hang Out With

I reviewed this album on my other blog and gave it an 8.6 but that's changing today because my opinions are subjective and change every hour. This album is great, I don't care what anyone says. Most of the time I genuinely think the autotune and heavy editing works.

It did take some time for me to get used to it, not going to lie. I loved Outlook when it came out, but Emotional was... rough at first. It's absolutely warmed up to me, though. It can feel kind of repetitive sometimes, but I really like how they experimented with style and put out something truly unique.

9.0/10

My Grandma Vs. Pneumonia

I am such a sucker for 2000s/early 2010s TFB. I love the raw sound, and this shit is the DEFINITION of raw and unfiltered. I love this album with all my heart, I love the vocals (controversial, I know), I love the style, I love the simplicity and the lyrical style.

Some of this album is a little forgettable, and there are a few in here that were remade to just be so much better. The Theresa version of Supply of Power and the Rose version of Flying Model Rockets absolutely desimate and are just incredible. Though, I will say, the original I Think Your Nose Is Bleeding is better.

Definitely a hit or miss depending on who you are, but I am the type of person to EAT THIS SHIT UP.

9.3/10

The Front Bottoms

This album is an absolute classic. Really similar in style to IHMF and MGVP but sounding just a little more polished. This album has some of the gayest songs ever.

The lyrics speak to the heart. Every track is memorable and incredible. The use of trumpet in certain tracks is really nice, though it's incorporated better in later albums.

9.5/10

Talon of the Hawk

Just an incredible album all around. It's super energetic in an absolute delightful way. It's the perfect blend of their older kind of rough folk-y style while remaining polished and sounding complete. Older albums often sound like they're unfinished demos. Not TotH.

The use of trumpet and other instruments is strong. Some of TFB's most iconic songs are in this album. The knife is iconic. It is the Front Bottoms album.

9.7/10

Back on Top

I love this album so fucking much. Every song is incredible. The style, with the heavy use of electric guitar, is wonderful. It feels very light, very summery.

While it's less iconic than TotH, I'd say some of the most underrated songs are in Back on Top. 2YL, Ginger, The Plan, HELP, all absolutely breathtaking songs.

God I love this album.

9.9/10

I Hate My Friends

This is the most biased top pick ever. But yeah, this is one of my favorite albums of all time, maybe even my favorite of all time. I love the old TFB sound, I love the lyrics, I love the subject matter, I love the immature angst, I just overall love it so much.

I'm getting a fucking tattoo of this album, I have to put it at the top.

10/10

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 4. Smut. Don’t get excited. I’m shit at writing smut. I’ll get better tho. So allow me.

It had been a long, exhausting day at work. From rude customers, to your colleagues being purposefully incompetent— you were just ready to go home and finally relax. You had finally washed up and settled on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, letting the warm liquid ease away the day’s stress. Your mum was out, leaving you with the rare opportunity to enjoy some quiet time. As you sipped your wine, the world felt pleasantly fuzzy, a soft buzz settling in your limbs. You were in your favorite pajamas—comfortable shorts and a tank top—perfect for a night of relaxation.

The buzz of your phone pulled you from your thoughts. It was a message from Rafe. Your heart did a little flip as you read his words, his familiar tone playful yet carrying the idea of something more. He mentioned being out with friends, hinting at the chaos of his night. Feeling a bit braver than usual thanks to the wine, you replied, the conversation flowing easily between you two.

As the texts continued, the flirtation became more evident. Rafe teased you about not being the spontaneous type, saying you'd never show up somewhere on a whim. The challenge was clear, and whether it was the wine or something deeper pushing you, you felt the urge to prove him wrong.

"Come pick me up," you typed quickly, your fingers dancing over the screen. "I'm not afraid to be spontaneous."

His response was immediate. "On my way. Don't chicken out."

Your heart raced as you set your phone aside and grabbed your keys. You glanced in the mirror, seeing your reflection in the dim light. The tank top and shorts were casual, almost too casual, but something about the simplicity felt right. As you slipped on a pair of flip-flops and hurried outside, the cool night air hit your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

Rafe's car was parked at the curb, engine idling. You spotted him in the driver's seat, leaning back casually, his expression unreadable in the shadowy interior. With a deep breath, you walked over and opened the door, slipping into the passenger seat.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice warm but laced with that familiar edge of mischief. His eyes roamed over your outfit, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Nice pajamas."

You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Shut up," you muttered, but the teasing had its usual effect, making you relax.

He handed you a joint, already lit, and you hesitated for a moment before taking a hit. The smoke curled into your lungs, mixing with the wine buzz to create a heady, relaxed sensation. You passed it back to him, watching as he took a long drag, the orange glow illuminating his features.

For a while, you sat in companionable silence, passing the joint back and forth, the sound of soft music playing in the background. It was one of those rare moments where everything felt easy, the barriers between you dissolving in the haze of smoke and the gentle rhythm of the night.

Eventually, the conversation drifted back to the elephant in the room—the undeniable tension that had been simmering between you. You talked about the times he’d paid you too much attention, the secret touches, and the moments that blurred the lines of what was acceptable. There was a raw honesty in the air, fueled by the alcohol and the weed, that made it easier to voice things usually left unsaid.

"You know this can't go on," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. It was hard to focus on the reasons why this was wrong when he was sitting so close, his presence overwhelming.

Rafe's eyes darkened, a serious look replacing his usual playful demeanor. "I know," he admitted, his voice low. "But I can't stop thinking about you."

His confession sent a shiver down your spine. It was the first time he’d been so open about his feelings, and it made your heart race. You reached out, your hand hesitating before resting on his arm.

"Then why do you keep pushing me away?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe looked at you, his gaze intense. "Because I don't want to mess things up. I love your sister, I don’t want to hurt her, but I can't keep pretending I don’t feel some type of way for you."

The air between you crackled with tension. It was a line that had been crossed long ago, but now, with the words out in the open, it felt like there was no going back. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. The kiss was tentative at first, a testing of waters, but then it deepened, fueled by months of pent-up emotion.

Rafe cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet possessive. The kiss was everything you had imagined and more, a mixture of softness and urgency that left you breathless. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the moment.

The car seemed too small, too confining for the intensity of what you were feeling. Breaking the kiss, Rafe leaned back, his breathing heavy. He looked at you, eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the storm of feelings inside you. It was reckless, and you knew it. But at that moment, all you wanted was him.

Rafe reached over, pulling you into his lap. The move was sudden, making you gasp as you straddled him. His hands slid under your tank top, fingers skimming over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the hard planes of his chest beneath your palms, the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own.

His hand grabbed the back of your neck as you kissed again. You rocked slightly on his lap, just enough to feel how hard he was beneath you. If you wasn’t sure how much he wanted you before, you were now. And as he brought his hand down to slide inside your shorts, it felt as though the world outside the car disappeared. There was only the sensation of his lips on yours, his hands circling you through your panties, and the intoxicating feeling of being wanted. It was a heady mix, the forbidden nature of your relationship making every touch, every kiss, feel more intense.

“Rafe… please.” The desperation in your voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Please what Y/N?” He hummed enjoying the way he could feel you pulsating.

“Please, just… just make me feel good.” Rafe wasted no time in moving your shorts to the side, immediately feeling just how ready you were.

“So wet. This all for me baby?” You bite you lip, eyes closed, practically clawing at his shoulders.

“Mhm. All for you.” You rock against his hand wanting- needing more.

When he finally sinks his fingers into you, you exhale a breathy moan. Squeezing around his digits. He continues to move his fingers in and out, his thumb ever so slightly teasing your clit.

“I’m so close.” He withdraws his fingers leaving you feeling empty and eager.

“Lift yourself up for a second princess.” You immediately do as you’re told. Thighs shaking, and somewhat squirming. He fiddles with the buttons on his jeans, and before you know it you see his cock spring free against his belly. You pulsate at the sight of him. He pulls you back in for a kiss, his other hand on your hip, pulling you closer.

“You sure you want this?” You can tell by his tone that he hoped you’d say yes. You nod.

“No, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

“Fuck.. rafe- I want you.. I want you so much it hurts.” He taps his cock on your pussy a couple times before slowly easing himself into you. Your eyes squeeze shut from how stretched you feel around him.

“Doing so good for me baby. You can take more can’t you?”

“Yes.yes.yes.” Your words are fast and mumbled. And when he does eventually bury himself in you completely, you’re barley coherent.

He fucks you hard and deep. You want to tell him- beg him to be gentle. But that was never rafes thing. He fucks like the person he is. Rough and relentless. All those months of pent up frustration, lust and anger, you could feel it all in this moment. You could feel his want and need every time he pushed into you. His thumb rubs at your clit continuously and you can feel yourself getting closer.

You seize up letting out a prolonged cry. Your Pussy squeezing him. His thrusts speed up at the sound of you cumming. Feeling you tighten around him.

Time seemed to blur, the lines between right and wrong fading into the background as you lost yourself in Rafe's touch. The night air filled with soft gasps and whispered names, the car becoming a cocoon of secrecy and desire.

When it was over, you lay against his chest, your breathing still ragged. The weight of what you had done settled over you, mingling with the satisfaction of finally giving in to what you both had been denying for so long.

Rafe ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle. "We shouldn't have done that," he said quietly, though there was no regret in his voice.

You nodded, agreeing with him. But as you lay there, tangled up in him, you couldn't bring yourself to care. For now, you were content to live in the moment, ignoring the consequences that loomed just outside the foggy windows of the car.

You knew things would be complicated going forward, that the line between you would be harder to maintain. But at that moment, as you lay wrapped in each other's arms, it felt worth it. The uncertainty, the secrecy, all of it was worth the feeling of being with him, if only for a fleeting moment.

[piltover-sharpshooter]

The Tapestry on your Skin. (Drabble)

Two figures were resting on Caitlyn's giant queen sized bed, one the eponymous heir to the Kiramman fortune herself, and the other her trusty partner, born fighter and long time survivor, Vi. This was, however, no moment of raw passion and roughness, that moment had just passed, and now they were simply caressing each others naked bodies and enjoying their respective company. It was only when Vi started to touch one of her many scars (Her old kickback wound on the shoulder) that Caitlyn sought to ruin the moment by speaking up.

"You don't have to force yourself to do that, you know?" It was a simple statement, but came baggaged with a lot of things behind it, and she was surprised to find she had spoken without meaning to. Something that came from the chest.

Her partner would stop for a second before raising an eyebrow. "...What do you mean? You can't tell me you don't like scars, you just spent the last hour getting your hands all over mine" And it was true. Caitlyn herself loved scars, adored them even, she found them extremely appealing, and on more personal moments with her partners she'd target them for kisses and caresses. So yes, Caitlyn Loved scars....on other people. On herself? She had to admit to finding them horrid.

It was one of the many things that had been instilled into her from a young age, the concept of a 'proper lady' and how one should take care of her own body. 'A lady's body should be like a smooth marble statue'. Pristine, perfect, not a blemish on sight, and while she understood on a logical level that it was rubbish, a part of her would always keep it in mind. She'd remember how other nobles acted when a lady got into an accident and had to wear a mask to cover her face, how a simple nick in the wrist would be treated as losing the hand itself, and her parents, bless their souls, despite doing their best to convince her they didn't care, had reacted badly to her own scar. Caitlyn could still remember their shocked faces.

Her tattoos would escape judgement as it was something she willingly did to herself, as and established, on others such marks were cause for appreciation. But on her? Her mind would always rebel against scars. "It is different, your scars are beautiful, mine are not"

"...Have you seen me, Cupcake? I look like a chopping block compared to you." Her answer was instant and accompanied by giving her scars little kisses, brushing her fingers along them gently, ensuring each one gets the same amount of attention. It was that simplicity and honesty about the pugilist that she adored, simple like a sword is simple she thought, it does it job, and it does it job well. Much like Vi. Others might give long winded explanations or corrections, but she just went from A to B.

For her part, Cait just blushes and let's her scars be pampered. "I'm not saying that I'm right...it's just that...I don't know, your scars seem like proof of how sturdy you are, of your will and strenght and willingness to survive and sometimes I look at mine and feel...ugly."

She is leaning against the touch and kisses, moving to caress the fighter's own scars herself, paricularly the one across her face, with her own thumb. "Your's feel like tapestry on your skin, endless stories and deeds and mine feel...mine feel like they are there to ruin said tapestry."

"Ugly is the farthest thing from my mind when I look at you." Vi muses, letting her fingers dance across her skin, caressing and kissing each scar she comes across.. climbing her body to do so. "Your scars tell stories. Mine are just.. all the same. Just some trencher trash getting beat by someone who thinks they're better. You can't call this a tapestry, this is a bloody rug." She never talked much about her scars from Stillwater-- though they where the ones to primary tatter her back like blood on white linen, and the sniper herself would never pry about it, if she ever wanted to tell her, then Cait would be there to listen, not a moment before. "I like yours much better, personally. Make you look real hot too." Adding a goofy little smirk as a flirt.

Perhaps that was the case for a lot of people, Caitlyn realized, perhaps wounds and scars looked appealing to others because they just tell the end of a story, rather than the horrible things one had to go through, hence why the one with said scars wouldn't appreciate them as much. Still, much like how Vi refused to let her think her scars were awful, Caitlyn was commited to make her appreciate the ones she had as well.

"Well...how about we compromise and say that we believe the other is right and that both our scars are beautiful?" Putting one arm around the woman's body, she'd lean forward to gently press her forehead against the fighter's own, managing to finally cause her to blush as well. That was the trick with her, always so direct, but if you are just as direct she stumbles, as she did now letting her mouth hang for a few seconds as she stared at Caitlyn's eyes, before softening her expression and smiling.

"...I think that sounds like a pretty sweet deal Cupcake..." And Vi, always to the point, kissed her, letting silence fall as their caresses remained. Both realized that logic was a compromise, one that wouldn't really solve the issues both had internalized....

But perhaps, each other's appreciation is enough.

(Drabble inspired by @risingshine's amazing art of Caitlyn's scars and tatoos, and a conversation I had with @undercity-merc )

[sims4t2bb]

4 Topics - Broken Link, Item Converted, etc.

1.) Q. The link to item X is broken

 - The link to the item Astro Solar System Light from TS4 Base Game converted by SkittlesSims is broken, or rather, their entire page of content is wiped…I’m not too sure if their page was wrongfully terminated, …possibly hacked? or maybe they have deactivated and a bot has taken over their url. 

I did find the original post archived on other tumblrs and I managed to get to the simfileshare page and download it from there. 

Here is the link below:

https://www.simfileshare.net/download/2883423/

RAR Name: SkittlesSims_4t2_OBJAstroSolarSystem.rar (193.9 kB)

2.) Q. Has item X been converted? / mislabeled on accident 

The item ‘Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’ from TS4 BG was converted by TheNinthWave in the Sims 4 Bathroom Set from October 22, 2019. 

http://www.theninthwavesims.com/2019/10/the-sims-2-sims-4-base-game-bathroom-set.html

The set includes the following Sims 4 BG items: 

a) ‘Antique Toilet’

b) 'Pure Simplicity Sink’

c) 'Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’

On accident, your 4t2 Base Game Buy page you have the 'Floral Hygiene Clawfoot’ Tub flagged as converted and have attached the same link for the 'Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub’ to it. 

The two items look practically the same, this was an easy mistake just waiting to happen. 

3.) Q. I installed item X in my game, but it’s broken. Help!

- Unfortunately, after installing TheNinthWave’s 4t2 conversion of the Princess Cordelia’s Bathtub, it has a blue shadow underneath the tub? no. it’s a blue block? maybe, water texture? I’m not too sure what it is. Please correct me if I’m wrong and educate me on the right terminology.

As well as, the Perfectly Simplicity Sink has an 'issue’ with counters, again this is what I saw in my game (this could be different in others) in which the counter shows in the sink.

I have provided the link to the CC by TheNinthWave again for your convenience below:

http://www.theninthwavesims.com/2019/10/the-sims-2-sims-4-base-game-bathroom-set.html

I do want to mentioned, I promptly messaged TheNinthWave first via Tumblr before messaging you about this. I have not received a response yet, however I only messaged them a few moments ago!!

4.) Optional Read/Answer Q. Are there TS4 Base Game Items not included in your catalog?

Correct me if I’m wrong, but are there some items from TS4 Base Game not included/listed on your buy catalog?

For example, this 4t2 conversion by Veranka:

https://veranka-downloads.tumblr.com/post/118789952976/4t2-kitchen-deco-download

Which includes items such as: 

Honeycomb Bottle Holder

Modernist Paper Towel Dispenser

Positronic Pro-Magnetic Knife Rack

Pro-Quality Knife Block Set

RAW Antique Teapot

etc.

Are these items from TS4 Base Game?

I haven’t played since 2018, so my memory is blurry.

Anyways, I hope this is useful and thank you so much for your time and dedication for our community! :)

Take care,

Cae

—-

Thank you for your submission! Good catch, the broken link has been fixed and so has the mix-up with the bathtubs. As for the problem with the conversion, we cannot provide technical support, so messaging the creator would be the best option here.

There are indeed some items missing from our Base Game page, as it’s still a work in progress, but we’re happy to say these (and more!) items have finally been added - unfortunately this made the BG page too long and we were forced to separate Decorative items from the rest of Buy Mode. The new page is available here!

Thank you again for your submission!

[harrison-abbott]

Lots of people dislike Nirvana and don’t think Kurt Cobain was much of a songwriter. But I’ve always felt the opposite. His songs, to me, are raw simplicity, and they don’t really need to rely on technique to work well .. .they just work as they are. Regardless of whether you like the material or not, this is a pretty good stand alone documentary. It has a mosaic charm that brings together Kurt’s artwork, alongside all the stories of his life.

SPOILER ALERT: The most powerful part in the film for me is when Kurt narrates his own suicide attempt. His first one. When he was in school. In high school, so he would’ve been in his middle teens. About how it’s tied in with his trying to lose his virginity. And how that fails and he gets ridiculed in school about it. I mean – just watch the movie: for he tells the story really well. But he delivers it in a deadpan way as if what he’s describing is not f*cking horrible.

That story certainly tapped in with personal stories of my own. I’m sure everybody gets bullied a bit in high school, but, Jesus. … And throughout the recording of his voice there is a violin/strings version of that most famous of Nirvana songs. And what his peers did to him in school sounds simply awful.

Yeah. I still dig him as a songwriter. Feel free to disagree. Songs like ‘Polly’ and ‘Heart Shaped Box’. Ace tunes, in my opinion. The lyrics in both are fantastic, too. … We all know what happened with Kurt in the end. And we wish he was still alive; whilst at the same time we can’t imagine him being old. Nor did we really know him. But his creations sure still live on.

[focusfixated]

which fics do you keep open? i'd love to get some new reading material!

so this ask is in reference to a post i reblogged a while ago about how a good story can really alter your brain rhythm, and how when i try to write, i usually keep a couple of tabs open of a few specific fics that have a writing style i really admire to kind of help keep me on track.

there's obviously tons of fics i love for a multitude of reasons, but these are fics by people whose style i admire specifically, writers who have a knack for precision, ease, and simplicity in their storytelling (all things i struggle with, me and my run-on sentences).

i keep fics like the following open to remind me of what it's possible to achieve, and to get myself in a rhythm that otherwise doesn't come naturally to me.

miss you like a home by @hallo-catfish | matthias & maxime

the dialogue is lively and sparkling, the narrative is rich and thoughtfully introspective. full of deceptively simple images that sit unassumingly in the narrative, but powerfully elicit intimate, subtle, joyful, and painful emotions.

why this fic: a reminder of what imagery can achieve

it's the beginning of a new age by @yeats-infection | good omens

there’s a weighty, beautiful power behind these words, chosen carefully to their greatest effect. the author's sense of place, history, and scene-setting details that locate the story within a particular time and landscape is incomparable.

why this fic: the power of place

the theatre of fear by alivamae | our flag means death

a unique and memorable writer. the scenes are so pacy, and one thing trips into the next in a way that feels very impulse-driven and uncareful, and allows characters to just expose themselves without an excess of consideration. the writing is free and funny and irreverent and full of incredibly visual images and textures.

why this fic: remembering to keep writing free

a renaissance, another day by @tiny-steve | the goldfinch

pretty much in my mind the perfect story. literary in a way that is not overwrought. structurally tight. a sharply-observed, brilliantly-constructed bit of storytelling. uses excellent environmental details to tell us so much about characters in a powerfully pared-down way.

why this fic: less is more is everything

the wave at morning by @emungere | hannibal

a collection of scenes full of raw intensity. plays powerfully with sexual desire and compelling, psychological dynamics. the author hits emotional notes with such accuracy and economy, leaving all this imaginative breathing room around the scenes, which is what makes them so stimulating.

why this fic: a how-to for explicit writing

will as it moves towards deed by yeats | history boys

truly an exercise in simplicity and precision. the dialogue is sparse, but with an emotional punch behind it, and the characters have an expanded life that is suggested rather than told. a brilliant example of showing time passing, using the movement of other people around a centre point, montaging moments of passivity leading to action.

why this fic: simplicity in action

what if birds aren't singing, they're screaming by @drawsaurus | rocketman

a vivid sense of place, this author is brilliant at creating strong, visual landscapes on which exceptionally emotional scenes play out. there's a tangible realness to the setting, which allows the motif-driven jigsaw puzzle-pieces of the story to sit artfully on top. things continue on in the background while bright snapshots come to the front to get our attention.

why this fic: using snapshots to tell a story

[i-am-minty-fresh]

Why do I like Monkey D. Luffy?

!Spoilers for One Piece and Soul Eater!

Okay this post is gonna be really long but this question has been driving me insane so I’m going to ask the question my therapist is too much of a coward to ask.

Why do I like Monkey D. Luffy?

I like One Piece as an overall story because it’s found family, it’s pirates, it’s rubber hose animation, it’s friendship is magic, etc.

But why do I like Luffy so much? 

When it comes to anime I am typically drawn to a certain type of moron.

Certain type of moron examples:

Mugen (Samurai Champloo)

Bon (Seven Deadly Sins)

Spike (Cowboy Bepop) 

Kid (Soul Eater)

How I describe my type is either a suave or boar-headed moron with anger issues and ridiculous amounts of power (bonus points if they have a rivalry thing with another member of their group). Now looking at this head on, a certain curly-browed cook and moss-headed swordsman come to mind, and I do absolutely love Sanji & Zoro, but why aren’t either of them my favorite character? I mean Zoro’s voice actor literally does the voice for Mugen, and both Kid and Spike are suited-up Kung Fu experts so what gives? Rather than looking at what Sanji & Zoro might be lacking, let’s look at what Luffy brings to the table.

For simplicity let’s use Soul Eater as an example (mostly because I adore it). Here’s a reminder of the (main) bad guys in Soul Eater:

Do you know what they all have in common? They’re gods. Not in the literal sense but they’re over 800 years old and come to represent foundational elements of life in Soul Eater (madness, magic research, and magic tools). They’re incredibly powerful and terrible. They’re greedy, selfish, paranoid. They know exactly what they’re doing and relish in it. They’re great villains because they’re so punchably evil. I don’t feel bad for them at all but do you know who I do feel bad for? Crona. Crona is the demon swordsman. They’re a man-made god. Absorbing Asura and becoming the Keshin they become the most powerful thing in the world but above all else…they’re a child. Crona is a teenager developmentally stuck behind their peers. All they want is love and attention and care. They love their friends with their whole heart and end up sacrificing themselves for them at the end. 

As much as I love the idea that any old mister/weapon could kill a god (which is what the anime shows) it’s more realistic to say that while only gods can kill other gods…there are good gods. Nothing beats adults' pain and misery quite like a childishly simple view of friendship alongside a lovecraftian amount of raw power. Show them that you can wield all of that power, and more, without a lick of the cruelty. Remind them what they should really be afraid of.

This brings us to our sweet boy. He’s everything his enemies aren’t. Loyal, silly, kind, selfless, he’s above all else powerful. He is what mortal men should fear and more but…he’s just a child. He lets himself be bossed around by his navigator, be hit by his cook when he wants more food, be lied to by his sniper, be babied, be sung too, be looked after, be cared for. He just wants his friends and family to be happy. He wants people to be free. He has the soul of a conqueror and a crown fit for a king but the heart of a child. 

He’s terrifying. His empty eyes and wide smile remind you that he doesn’t care if you bleed. Your life means less and less to him as time passes and his mercy becomes few and far between. The worst part is, he doesn’t hate you. He gets nothing from watching the life leave your eyes. You are nothing to him. He doesn’t even know your name.

[arttrampbelle]

Disney villain confessions:

Fave Disney villain and why: look it's really really hard to choose. But if i had to. Judge claude frollo. Simply because let's be honest. We will NEVER get a villain like that ever again. Dark,real,raw,and complex af. He's not enjoying being a villain let alone thinking he is one. One could argue he is a victim of the very faith he claims. Ah yes. That guilt be thicc boiz! But anyways,i feel he deserves the top spot because solely of the simplicity in the character and the fact he is ironically the most human in his downfall,his motives,his anger. And that my dears is what is terrifying.

The most closest to him in my fave list is hades but that's because he is the closest to his actual mythos counterpart. Chill,funny,just wants to do his job and everyone is making that a problem for some reason. Because some douchebag son of zuse wanted to show off and be a heroic epic. Thats it. The grand scheme of disneys Hercules is funny af if you really think about it. And meg,honey,he's cute and nice and all that but really?! But it's funny more so because greek mythos is kinda ridiculous too. But ya know.

Oh and captain hook. But more so the character in the movie hook. So damn good. R.i.p robin williams. I love you and miss you so much. He was like a childhood friend to me and i cried when i heard of his passing. Plz in all seriousness,check on your loved ones. Advocate for better mental health care. But back to disneys hook in peter pan. He was fun. Just plain fun to me. It was the feeling on playing on a playground,and that was the point. Tho it could get twisted and dark real quick. Oof. But as for overall. He's fun. I think he's neat and charming.

Scar. Oh my god,Jeremy irons. Legit blew his voice out for this character. Great villain. 10 outta 10.

All the lady Disney villains absolutely kill it but we already knew. Cept mother gothel to me. I feel she's redundant. Cool character,fun. But overall redundant in the grand scheme of things. At least compared to other villains,motives and overall vibe. *shrug* i dont hate her. I just feel she's pointless. Dont hate me plz.

But sadly as all the villains are great. Frollo is my top one.

Now onto my least favorite disney villain:

Gaston. Yeah. I mean he served his purpose. His role. But he's the least appealing of the classic villains. As for any new villains? Nah none of them are as appealing as the classics. They are golden years and renaissance for a reason. you just dont see any oomf to disney villains anymore. Hans is a close 2nd. It's legit just gaston but "pretty" and frozen and motives are weak. Gaston is at least upfront. We know what he's about. But overall I'd punt him into the sun. Hell i feel a lot of Disney villains would find this guy obnoxious and eff him up on spot. I feel it would even make frollo,the most repressed man alive,pissed off and defending belle from this douche. Frollo ffs. Just saying in hypothetical. Look it's no shade to gaston stans and enjoyer. He's a great villain. But he's the least appealing because to me,he's slightly boring but he serves his purpose so i can't hate 100% either. But hans? Nah nobody likes him. Nobody i know.

Again these are just my opinions. No shade to any Disney villain truly. But i neeeeeed oomf,that spice,that charisma,that je ne sais quoi so to speak. I need tragedy,comedy,and either a simple to follow motive or something so complex and straightforward it's believable. Which comes to my point. MAKE THE BULLSHIT BELIEVABLE!!!

Which is why we dont see many disney villains that are appealing anymore.

Now onto fave Disney villains songs.

Omg too many!

Helfire still ranks as my most fave a chilling song.

Poor unfortunate souls. Hell yeah Ursula my girl killed that! Love you sweetheart.

Be prepared. Once again. Jeremy irons rules.

I got friends on the other side. Princess and the frog. Underrated af. And that song is catchy and i love jazz. Lousiana. And this soul that is put into this song? Absolutely delicious.

Overall. I absolutely love Disney villains. And honestly. I loved them more than the princesses. Sorry. But definitely more than most disney princes. Until naveen,i didn't care for any of em really. Maybe beast but more so as beast so it doesn't count. And yes,some that aren't "official" princesses,i count as princesses. Because they are to me. And disney can suck it for that. But yeah naveen was fun,simple,cute,and he actually got character development in the movie. Pretty sweet. The only disney prince i felt earned his princess. That's the gospel truth. Hee hee.

Ok anyways im done ranting and raving about Disney villains.