#this is an oldie art i just found

[stormxwings]

King of Red Dragons

[juustozzi]

roughies from the time I was pretty deep in an art low, I gotta admit that the mention of dimple crocheting I saw somewhere was one of the things that kickstarted my brain again....

[lumosatnight]

23 Fic Recs 2023!

This year has definitely been a year. I've devoured so many wonderful fics by so many amazing authors. Thank you @hprecfest for the super fun rec categories and for some fic inspiration! Here are 23 fics that I read and loved in 2023 (although some are quite a few years older) ordered by ship.

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut

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💫 DRARRY 💫

1. A post-canon fic

The Discreet Gentleman's Connection by pluto (gayrights420) [Drarry, E, 80.4k] 🌼🔥 I had the absolute pleasure of beta-ing for this fic, so when I say it is amazing, it truly is just that. Fast burn on the smut via Floo sex, slow burn on the in-person falling in love. Satisfying in all the best possible ways.

2. A fic that made me laugh

AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by @rainstormradish [Drarry, M, 4.3k] 🌼📲 Draco on a reddit forum is hilarious just on its own, but the banter and formatting really bring this fic to life. Amazingly creative, had me in stitches!

3. A comfort fic

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered [Drarry, E, 12.0k] 💔⏳ An oldie but a goodie. I constantly find myself coming back to this fic and having my mind blown every single time. Time travel timey-wimey angst.

4. A fic with art

Dating Draco - A Visual Game by @itsphantasmagoria [Drarry, M, Video Game] 🌼🎮 This is a fic in video game form!! Amazing art and lovely story where YOU get to make the choices for Drarry's happily ever after.

5. A favorite series

The Journal of Dreadful Things by @lilbeanz [Drarry, G, 112k, WIP] 🌼📖 Hilarious, witty, AND COMES WITH ART!! Lilbeanz draws and writes a wonderfully delightful series starting from Draco's First Year. His characterization had me in hysterics. Book 4 is starting soon!

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💫 COMMON SHIPS 💫

6. Fic with the hottest smut

Moonstruck by @prettyremus [Wolfstar, E, 3.8k] 🔥🐺 Found this gem while scrolling through the werewolf smut tag (don't judge me). I love the switch in dynamic with Sirius taming Remus's wolf through, ahem, rough sex.

7. An unreliable narrator fic

Sea of White by @dividawrites [Harrymort, E, 8.6k] 🔥🤍 Deliciously hot, creepy, and strangely sweet. Love their dynamic here, the unrestrained lust. Harrymort "die" and lose their memories, so, of course, then they bang.

8. A fic that made me cry

Far Apart, Far Away by @unmistakablyoatmeal [Hinny, minor Drarry, T, 1.6k] 💔💍 Infidelity angst has never been this good. I love the layers of emotion in this fic. Quick punchy sections that really pulled me in.

9. A Muggle(?) AU fic

Pleasant Hope by @ac1d6urn, @sinick [Snarry, E, 41.6k] 💔⛪️ Pastor Severus!! The angst, pining, and self-discovery in this fic is superb! I love the interwoven magic and detailed world-building of this little town.

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💫 RARE PAIRS 💫

10. A fav amongst faves

The Last Trial of Peter Pettigrew by @sleepstxtic [Prongstail, M, 20.8k] 💔 🐀 Holy moly, this fic!!!! Is this my new favorite fic?? Possibly. The concept is brilliant, so creative and nuanced. The Peter character study using outsider perspectives is genius. Seamlessly balances canon and new scenes.

11. A pre-canon fic

Careless by @tax-onomic [Luther, E, 1.5k] 🔥🪞 Lucius/Arthur my beloved rare pair!! I am captain of the Luther ship, and Tax's fic hits all the right spots. The pining, the sniping, the prickly personalities with emotional vulnerability underneath! And all in the middle of a hot smut scene. Perfect.

12. A canon-compliant fic

Scottish by thepadfoots [Chedric, G, 749] 💔🌟 Lovely Cho character study focused around her Asian identity and the boy she loved.

13. A fic rated G (more like T though)

Lion-Hearted Girl by MinnieQuill (odainath) [Minmione, G, 4.5k] 💔🦁 I know the large age gap might scare some, but their relationship feels very organic in this fic. The setting is grim, but there is always hope in the darkness!

14. A fic rated T

You're So Vane by @patriceavril [Romelina, T, 6.8k] 🌼💄Romilda is so delightfully characterized, I was smiling through the entire fic. Angelina is the perfect foil (and love interest) to Romilda's attentions.

15. A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)

Snakeskin by @cntrl15 [Bellastoria, E, 3.7k] 🔥👠 Talk about a rare pair! Astoria/Bellatrix only has 2 tagged fics on AO3: this fic and the drabble I wrote based on it. But read this fic, and you'll see why I felt the need to write more in this universe.

16. A fest fic

Master of None by @nanneramma [Snormac, G, 5.5k] 🌼🧘 Severus is so wonderfully cranky, and Cormac is fine AF. The surprise pairing of 2023 that I never knew I needed and now I'm obsessed with!

17. An under-rated fic

Sun, Shadow, Shade by @naomijameston [Snuna, G, 700] 🌼☀️ Post-war fluff. Sunshine Luna is the perfect match for sullen Snape. A short and sweet fic for this underrated ship.

18. A canon-divergent fic

but somebody's gotta do it by nocturn [Pangulus, T, 920] 😄🧟‍♂️ This fic will make you say WTF but also huh, okay that totally works. The concept is WILD but Lyra executes it wonderfully. Pansy drags Regulus out of the inferi lake and they flirt a little while he gets de-corpsified lol.

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💫 POLY SHIPS 💫

19. A dark fic

In his embrace by @loneamaryllis [Snarrymort, het!Snarry, E, 48k] ⚡️👀 Dark and dirty but so so good. A Voldemort Wins AU where fem!Harry is taken as prisoner. Snape's mindset as he tries to save her (and is forced to rape her) is so twisted and mesmerizing. Mind the tags!

20. A thought-provoking fic

Icarus by @thistlecatfics [Millvansy, M, 20.0k] 💔🍾 War trauma, addiction, codependency! This fic is messy with emotions but has a strong, beating heart underneath. I am in love with Parvati as she deals with Pansy's addiction and Millicent's denial — three beautiful, imperfect girls.

21. A holiday fic

A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose [Dronarry, E, 17.0k] 🔥⛱ HOLY FREAKING FUCK!! The sexual tension in this fic is off the freaking charts. Drarry seducing Ron while on vacation in Portugal. Sign me the fuck up!

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💫 GEN 💫

22. A favorite fic under 5k

The Scrunchie by @saintsenara [Lightning Era Girls, G, 4.5k] 💖👭 Such a lovely look into some of the female background characters, all following the path of a single scrunchie. Lisa, Padma, Parvati, Hannah, Sally-Anne.

23. A fic with an ending I can't stop thinking about

Through the Middlegame by @sandervansunshine [Astoria & Peter, T, 6.6k] 💔♜ Devastating, heart-wrenching, tragic. 10000% would recommend. Kylee has already heard me screaming in the servers about this fic. If I could get a fic tattooed straight onto my brain, this would be it.

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💫 BONUS RECS! 💫

A podfic

Plenitude by @wilfriede, written by eldritcher [Amelmione, M, 14 min] 💔🥀 Amazing voices, amazing music, amazing ambience. Wilfriede really brings one of my fav Hermione/Amelia Bones fics to life in this podfic!

A comic

War Prize by @mrviran [Snegulus, Reggiemort, M, Comic, WIP] ☠️🐍 The panels are awe-inspiring. I am HOOKED on this comic. The murder and the TENSION. Ughhhhh so good. I am so invested in Severus's arc!!

A self-rec (completely self-indulgent)

For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight [Snarry, E, 7.1k] 🔥✝ My first time writing Snarry! Priest Kink, church sex, and blasphemous religious imagery. Priest Severus is oh-so-tempted by Teen Harry. So fun to write and even more fun to go back and read as a guilty pleasure.

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⚡️ Want more fics to read? ⚡️

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

Year in Reading, b-day oneshots, WLW Library

[the-fiction-witch]

Good News

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flirty

Requested: can you also do one where yns father sold her off to Jack

I hummed to myself as I worked in my little patch of the garden, digging and planting little flowers. I saw my father approach and almost immediately I had a bad feeling about this. 

"Good News!" He gleamed, 

"Ohh?" I glared, 

"I have very good news for you dear."

"Oh? am I being shipped back to England?"

"Better."

"You're killing me?"

"Don't talk like that dear, it's good news."

"I stand by what I said." 

"I have found you a husband."

"This is terrible news." I sighed returning to my flowers, 

"Ohh for-" he sighed picking me up from the dirt and forcing me back to the house "You are to have a bath, wash and brush your hair, and put on your prettiest dress to meet your new husband."

"And what if I refuse him?" I asked as he threw me back into my room,

"You will not refuse him, it's already been agreed your dowry paid." he said "Clean. Now," he demanded shutting my door,

"What happened to me having a choice!" I yelled,

"You turn away ten suitors, you give me no choice you're marrying him." 

"UUuuuughhhhhh!" I yelled in frustration, I had a quick back and fixed my hair to the minimum my father would allow putting on my dull blue dress, nowhere near my best dress but I highly doubt this is anywhere near the best man. 

I went out and met with my father outside as he wore his good suit, I held my fan in my hand trying to both fan myself and hide myself from this whole situation.

"Straight." He demanded forcing my back straight, "And smile."

I rolled my eyes and forced a smile for him, 

"That's a good girl" he smiled kissing my head "Where is he?" he muttered, 

Luckily at that moment, the carriage came into view, I noticed immediately it was our carriage meaning Father sent it to pick him up rather than him coming to get me, well that's a red flag. 

Once the carriage stopped my mind ran through with who on earth my father could ever convince to marry me. And then he stepped out.

My eyes went wide, as I saw The Dr Jack Dawkins step out.

He hadn't even dressed up, in his usual attire hell he even still had blood on his sleeves! 

He was the new surgeon in town, we hadn't met yet I had just heard of him in passing and such,

I glared at my father and he just smiled back. 

"Miss Y/l/n" He smiled at me, 

"No." I snapped turning to go inside but my father stopped me and forced me back to my place, 

"Do excuse her Dr Dawkins, overcome with emotion."

"Yes ange-" I began but my father slapped my hand silencing me, 

"Shall we retire to the parlour for the celebratory drink?" he asked,

"That sounds lovely" He smiled, 

My father then forced me to walk with them.

I sat in my chair pouting as they discussed me as if I wasn't here. 

laughing and drinking between themselves, 

"I'll leave you two to... get acquainted." My father smirked before he left the room leaving us alone, 

"So? We're going to get married."

"It appears we are."

"I take it... you're not thrilled about this?" Dr. Dawkins asked,

"Should I be?"

"I thought every little girl dreamt of her wedding?"

"Not me." 

"Alright,"

"What are your intentions?"

"... to marry you, oldy enough."

"Why?"

"Why not? you're cheaper than a maid"

"How dare you!"

"Look, you're a maid, I don't have to pay, live in my house, and I can fuck. This is a win-win for me"

"I will make your life a living hell."

"So would every other woman."

"So you're just fine with marrying an unwilling woman?"

"I'm unwilling, your unwilling, most we can do is make the best of it." 

"And what am I meant to get out of this?"

"You'll be married so your father will stop bothering you, you get out of this house, bragging rights of having a well-renowned surgeon and doctor as your husband and given I work so much I'll barely be home so you can just... do whatever you want." 

"Fine." I sighed I wasn't happy about this but he had a point, my father would stop bugging me and as a doctor, he wouldn't really be around that much. "So you're a doctor?"

"Surgeon yes."

"Let me guess military?"

"Ex-Navy"

"That'll be why father likes you," I sighed, "So you'll be working at the hospital?"

"Six to ten most days." He nods "Eleven to five is all for you."

"Fine, you get days off?"

"If I'm not busy yes."

"time with friends?"

"Friday night down the cat and bagpipes"

"I'll allow it so long as you don't come home drunk enough to be hung over Saturday morning"

"...Alright." He nods

"Do you expect children from me?"

"Four."

"One."

"Three?"

"One."

"Two?"

"I'll allow two."

"Good, one needs to be a boy." 

"I'll see what I can do." I sighed, "One boy one girl?"

"I can find that agreeable." He nods, "social events?"

"Avoid at all costs."

"Well we agree on something." He smirked "You dance?"

"No."

"Thank god neither do I." he smiled "You cook? clean? laundry?"

"I'll cook and do laundry, you do dishes and handy work."

"Ohh no handy work is gonna be your forte."

"I meant fixing things."

"Ohh. Fine Anything you insist on in our home?"

"Give me a garden and I'll stay quiet."

"I can agree to that." He nodded getting up and coming over stroking my face, "Once we are married shall we start working on our baby?"

"I can agree to that Dr Dawkins."

"Just jack buttercup" he cooed giving my lips a soft sweet kiss, "Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure to meet you too" I smiled 

[beemochi-art]

so how did all the couples from your au meet? Was it before or after the war had started?

OOOH YAY!! Be sure that I’ll probably be making some comics/ art based on these scenarios. But it the mean time I hope you like reading.

Oplita (before the war)

So Optimus and Elita met when he was Orion pax. She was from Caminis and was on cybertron for an extended stay. He is the adopted son of a higher up (alpha Tyrion.) it wasn��t long before the two were a couple and Ariel (at the time) made arrangements do to stay on cybertron. Though Orion wasn’t opposed to going to Caminus. But then Orion became a prime. In a short time he was forced to see and do things he didn’t want to. He was both forced and convinced that ghosting her was the best option. “You are a prime now and can’t associate your self with blahhdy blah blah.”

After that he refused to be with anyone else. Despite the senate trying to push it on to him. Twice.

During the war, Optimus met Elita again! He was very excited to rekindle their relationship, Elita however realizing this was Orion pax was pissed. Lucky tho, Elita is forgiving and still deeply loving. Tho she isn’t as talkative to him as she once was. And doesn’t trust him all the way. Optimus tho he doesn’t show it. He clings to her.

Wheeljack and scavenger (during the war)

Scavenger soon joining the autobots was understandably an outcast. He disliked just about everyone equally as much as everyone disliked him. He was assigned to work with Wheeljack in the lab. He kept to him self and mostly only talked to Wheeljack when he had too. Jacky however found him very attractive. He’d frequently give compliments or just stare at him. To Scavenger this turned from weird to annoying. He yell, snap and insult until he excepted this was his life now and it could be way worse. He didn’t humor Wheeljack at all but you have to get some social interaction somehow.

However one day Scavenger started feeling increasingly ill. He knew exactly what was happening to him. (Decepticons are forced to consume something called nuke very frequently to maintain a higher level of strength. Nuke is mixed in with all the energon decepticons consume. It’s a highly addictive substance, since Scavenger was once apart of devastator he had a higher dosage. But that also leads to withdrawals.)

It was getting worse before it would get any better. He didn’t trust other bots especially medics, so to him, thugging it our was the only option. On particularly hard day Scavenger was on his last nerve, he felt like he was going to be sick, pain up his spine and his vision was kinda funny. This day Wheeljack was way more annoying than usual. This of course was because Jacky could tell Scavenger was barely holding it together. Scavenger started to lose his temper. He started yelling at Wheeljack to gtfo, he stumble and fell backwards a little, Jacky put a hand on his back. Up until this point Wheeljack or anyone for that matter dared touched him. His instincts took over and he attacked Wheeljack. The whole ordeal lasted 2 seconds at most. Scavenger was shocked at what he had done to the only person who had ever been nice to him. He picked Jacky up who is still processing what just happened and took him to Ratchet. While Ratchet was fixing up Wheeljack and yelling at Scavenger, Wheeljack wasn’t mad at him, he actually forgave him. Scavenger wasn’t expecting to be forgiven, He was touched. Unfortunately the moment was ruined Scavenger throwing up all over the place, also placing him in the med bay.

Scavenger apologizes to him many times while they both stayed there, especially after the whole ordeal left Wheeljack with a nasty scar under his eye. They got closer and before Scavenger knew it he’s sharing a hab with him. He’ll deny that they are in a relationship when asked tho.

Ironhide and Chromia (before the war)

Ahhh, oldies being in love. ♥️ They both knew each other when they were both very young, Like when they were kids. They both were the same size at some point but Ironhide got wayy bigger then her, Chomia’s frame type was meant to get bigger too but she never did. Which made her kinda mad and something he took advantage of to mess with her. Throughout their lives it became more clear when they both stood in the eyes of Cybertron’s functionalism society. Ironhide was recruited to be the bodyguard to some high profile individuals while Chromia struggled. Ironhide became increasingly more protective of her, the smothering pissed her off a little and sometimes she really didn’t understand why he would act like that. Because to her she was doing just fine. Chop it up to her being dense too but despite the frequent bullying and threats thrown her way she wasn’t struggling.

But one day a group of construction bots acted on their treats. She was having non of it and put up a pretty good fight. Ultimately tho she lost. Chromia was able to make it back to their hab. When Ironhide found her, he was devastated. When she recovered Ironhide suggested they go to the make shift city call Junkton where they could be safe. Se wasn’t sure at first but ultimately agreed. But they’d never get the chance due to the war breaking out.

Kilomegs (during the war)

Megatron had spent the majority of his early leadership role alone. There were those he trusted like soundwave, Nightbird and a couple others who are loyal to him sure. But no one really close. After a brutal battle he got hurt badly. Normally he’d just patch himself up, he was an ex med student after all. But this time he would need actual medical attention, medical care he’d probably need to go under for. Megatron knew that it was the perfect opportunity for someone to kill him easy. Especially because their most talented medic Knockout is close with Starscream.

So he hid it to the best of his ability. Until it seemed like it would heal up enough for a medic to fix it without putting him under. Unfortunately tho he went into another battle with none other than Optimus Prime. This was the day Megatron got to find out Optimus can find weak points almost instantly… the hard way… Optimus drove a blade into Megatron injury. The Decepticons lost that battle and to them Megatron was showing blatant signs of weakness. A couples of Bots (Starscream.) tried their hand at taking him down after. It didn’t work of course but the relentless attacks could not go on. He decided he had to recover somewhere else.

Megatron said he was going to be over seeing a mining operation for an artifact or whatever. Really this was just an energon mining but they didn’t need to know that. Listen to Soundwave ok byyyeeee. At a first glance you could mistake Megatron as being a heavy weight miner. Just by the color and helmet, and also if you are an idiot. But everyone at the base knew who was and didn’t dare ask questions. Except one.

Megatron had them arranged a spot for him and it was by no means ideal, practically a hole in the wall with a tarp covering it. Megatron didn’t care tho, it was almost nostalgic to him. While he’s resting someone just walks right in and makes them self at home.

“Do you mind if I stay in here? I just need a brake for a bit.”

Megatron was shocked. I mean! You’d think they’d tell people not to come in here. He’s pretty sure he said he’d didn’t want to be messed with. But here’s this rando in his space. Megatron didn’t say anything but just stayed in his little corner seething. Telling himself if he felt better he’d make this bot regret being alive.

“Did you hear that someone from the decepticon high command was going to be here? I hope it’s for nothing serious.”

Megatron couldn’t believe this boy was trying to make small talk with him. He just wanted to go to sleep. He considered using the little energy he had left to throw this guy out, maybe it would make him sleep faster.

But out of nowhere Kiloton gives megs the cutest most wholesome smile. I mean he’s kinda cute… They got to hefty flirting talking and soon kilo hearing that he was Megatron, he took off. Out of embarrassment? fear? Who knows. Megatron was surprised to see Kiloton visit the next day. Kiloton and him got to actual talking, Megatron liked hearing about his views an aspirations, plans for after the war. Megatron noticed he was much more docile around this mech, letting him get away with much more than he would any other bot. They were both obviously very interested in each other but Megatron was still not completely trusting of him, being very careful not to spill too much about his feelings and most importantly his weakness.

Megatron started to notice he wasn’t getting any better. At this point he didn’t even want to look at the wound. Megs started feeling really bad and ended up passing out. Kiloton came to visit only to find Megatron on the floor not responding to anything. When Megatron woke up he was surprised to find Kiloton sharing energon from his own frame with Megatron. Kilo told him that he had found the wound and it was infected and he did his best to clean it. This was Megatron’s point of no return, being able to be venerable without them taking advantage of his weakened state meant more to him than he realized.

Once Megatron was healed up enough with Kilotons help, he felt good enough to return to base. But there was no way he was going to let this mech out of his grasp. They have been in contact until Megatron can make arrangements to bring him in the Nemesis.

There is one more relationship that I haven’t introduced yet. 🫣 involves Starscream. Kinda a rare pair. As in I’m pretty sure I’m the only one.

[alexandraisyes]

Confession time? You know what sure.

This fandom terrifies me. I've only been watching for nearly a year now. (I joined just after bloodmoons return)

The only reason I found teams is because of old animations of people in the regular dca / sun/moon fandom.

People that have turned away from tsams because of the harassment. But those animations made me check out the show.

And I as grew to love it more and more. I wanted to make content I grew scared. Because I was in the regular dca fandom and do just ship sun/moon

I have at this point gotten over that and posted two fics for TSAMS, even made artworks for fics I liked. And kept posting regular dca sun/moon stuff as well.

And so far nothing bad has happend but I know that won't last and that terrifies me. I am a fandom oldy. I have been part of fandoms wich were deemed to be some of the worst.

But there i was never so scared of posting my first fic for a fandom. And that is sad ain't it.

But when I posted my first tsams stuff. At least I know what I signed up for and am fully prepared for it. I know were I stand and am hopefully expierenced enough to tell when people will just try and provoke me Into picking a side

i have no desires to do for every singel issue this fandom seems to have (for some i think it's people just finding a reason to put you in a box to hate. So why make it easy on them. If they wanna know where I stand the can read through my blog. I ain't hiding my feeling on things)

I have my block button ready if need be. But I hope not.

I've seen some wonderful things being made in this fandom. And I hope that is something that will continue. But I do wonder how many people there were like me. That are/were to scared to post their work just because of the things going on. But unlike me...didn't find the courage to do so.

Sorry this got long and rambly as I tend to do...I hope it made some sense. And my phone didn't make to many autocorrects my tired brain won't see until it's way to late XD.

-Noffy

Hi Noffy! (Idk who you are, names are hard as fuck, but hi anyways!)

I know a lot of people have those same anxieties. Both in and out of the active fandom. I have a few friends with alt accounts purely for TSAMS because they primarily ship Sun/Moon or other DCA/DCA that don't have anything to do with TSAMS. I know a huge part of the fandom is made up of minors (and just generally younger folks/Gen Z) that just don't understand how fandom works.

If I had a nickel for how many times I've seen people in this fandom complaining about "incest ships and jokes" (oftentimes for things that are just the general DCA Sun/Moon that have NOTHING to do with TSAMS) and the other fans had to tell them how to use the block button I would have half of my phone bill. Because it's constant.

Which is partially why I'm so goddamned insistent on challenging those ideas of what the fandom experience is "supposed to be" in this fandom. We're in a fandom where it is canonically acknowledged that there are dimensions where Sun/Moon exist, and people are still freaking out over non-TSAMS Sun/Moon art. Can anyone else see the irony? Or those who pick and choose what AUs are or are not acceptable. If SolarMoon/SolarNexus can be an acceptable ship in this fandom under the pretense that "They were never brothers" or "They realized that they didn't want to be brothers" then every other "taboo" ship should be on the same level of acceptable since we're not dealing with living, blood-related things, but rather animatronics who decide family based on word of mouth.

So the just general hypocrisy in this fandom is fucking ridiculous and is why I'm constantly pushing onto people "If you see something that you think is interesting and want to make an AU do it!" Make the AUs. This is the AU fandom (other than Undertale but I advise people from going there, that place is getting worse by the day). Make conventional and unconventional AUs. I literally have a fucking fanfiction series about TSAMS with "Unconventional" in the name. (And it's a hit btw). The more people who stop worrying about what other people would think and just have fun the more enjoyable and less hostile this fandom would be.

And I talk about this kind of thing a lot on my page because I think it's important. I think the general hypocrisy is stupid. I think that hiding in fear is stupid too, and pretending to dislike or like things you don't is dishonest. To both others and yourself.

I'm glad that you finally felt comfortable enough to upload fanworks for this fandom, and I'm sorry that it took a gathering of courage to do so. And I hope that eventually, the people who are overwhelmingly positive and sane about fan experiences can outweigh the people who are more worried about fictional morality or canon compliance. I've had to block several people in this fandom already, either for trying to police the fandom or for deliberately breaking my boundaries (squinting at the minors who came in my discord to talk about my nsfw fanworks).

I also got long and rambly (as I also tend to do) so I'll forgive you for your petulance (/light-hearted).

I'm not "of old fandom" but I don't think that anything you do in fandom for the sake of enjoying fandom can be comparable to a real-life crime. I grew up teaching myself the old fandom mentality and I never once fathomed people could harass others over fictional works for the obvious reason that it's fiction and it's not hurting anyone. And if you didn't enjoy the book why were you reading it? These are things that I understood at quite a young age since I was an avid reader of normative fiction (novels). And when people complained about a book to me that they read of their own volition I always would wonder why they kept reading if they didn't enjoy it, for the obvious answer is when you come across a book you don't like seem to be to put it away.

So when I joined Twitter at age 17 one can imagine my shock at the idea that people were getting harassment over things that they made for other people, because one wouldn't publicly harass an author of a published novel for writing something they find distasteful. I think if more people would just treat fanworks the same way they treat solid media that you can turn the pages of we would have severely fewer issues in fandom. Someone spent time making content for others to enjoy (for free) and if you don't find yourself in the group that content is for then you don't have to make it everyone else's issues. Put the metaphorical book back on the shelf and find something else to do.

Ask Game - Send Me Confessions

[anarchictemptation]

So, I've had a bit of an emotional journey when it came down to getting these trolls uploaded and, uh.I'm sort of in a venty mode, so I'm doing a read more cut just so I don't bother people (TW for Drug Abuse and Suicidal Thoughts mentioned)

It became less of "lol, look at all these trolls I've had over the years, let's sell them" to a bit of a crippling "I did this to cope with what was happening to me and this is the financial repercussions of that"

When I joined the Homestuck fandom, I was 16. A long ago ex-friend had gotten me into it because he was an obsessive fan and I REALLY liked astrology at the time, so obviously what was gonna stop me from getting into this silly little webcomic? (Nepeta my BELOVED! Leo's for life!!!)

I've never really shared this with anyone outside of my CLOSEST of close friends, but I was in a really nasty situation. My parents were on drugs, deeply into it at the time of me joining Homestuck, and were basically nonexistent at that point of my life. They'd disappear for days at a time with no sign of them coming back anytime soon, so, while looking after my little brother, I'd get lost in this fandom and obtaining fantrolls was my own sick little kick

I wasn't creative at the time to really make my own, I'd just use sprite bases and all my own guys were basic as hell, but, when I found out troll adopts were a thing, I was OBSESSED

Some oldies might remember me being EVERYWHERE back in the day on DA under the unusualKitten alias. I was on every single page I could find trying to get at least ONE fantroll that someone had posted newly in the groups. It was amazing! I could drown myself in these guys I was getting and bury myself in art of them so that I could avoid the world that I was stuck in

Honestly, without that "distraction", I probably would've killed myself years ago

It was all I had in a shit world, it even led me making a short-time friend in my final year of high school, but it was fun

And then I grew up

Some things happened that involved me being the fucking savior of my family by dragging them out of that hell with my own two broken hands only for the sake of my brother. My mom got clean, my dad died because he couldn't get clean, I had been working a job in which case they'd have stolen my money almost every time I got it (like THAT was anything new), and we were just sort of stuck in limbo for a long time after that

I was still a part of Homestuck, but I wasn't A part of it anymore, if that makes any sense. Most I done was win a spot in the For Fans By Fans design contest with my Heir's Tears submission (Only 1 or 2 people bought the shirt and, two those people, I FUCKING LOVE YOUUUU, y'all are so cool), but I was pretty much dead in the water

Until I reconnected with my bestest friend

She helped me to regain the love again, as we'd rp a lot with all our different versions of canon characters bc we're maniacs (Which will ALL be featured in MSCOTT once I get back on the ball for writing it!)

And, as I sit here today, looking back on everything that happened 11 years ago, I've realized that things are a lot different now. I'm no longer the heavily traumatized kid I was back then, I have a life outside of the fantrolls I've hoarded over the years

And, yeah, it hurts seeing a lot of these guys go, it feels like a bit of myself is leaving with them, but that's not a part of my life anymore, that was a part of HER life

Don't get me wrong, I STILL love fantrolls and still have a handful of my own that I'll fight ANYONE over, but. I think it's time to let go of a past that I don't really want to be haunted by anymore

(But I hope this explains why I generate a LOT of fantrolls and then suddenly they're being given up as soon as something's done with them, hha, old habits die hard)

Thanks for readingggg, time to go cry a bittt!

[always-andromeda]

– 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫!𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5,082

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Your Biology professor drives you absolutely insane. But are you really ready to face the reality of intertwining yourself with a man with baggage of his own?

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: alrighty, so, after a bit of encouragement from @the-odd-devil I've decided to get over myself and repost this fic since the first time I did a few months ago, it never showed up in tumblr's tags. so here's a bit of an oldie, but a goodie, I believe!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MDNI), handjobs (both male and female receiving), usage of pet names (darling, sweetheart, good girl), a bit of an age gap and allusions to power imbalances lol, reader is such a simp and Burt is such an old man, nothing else I can think of!

His voice is even. And soft. It reminds you of satin. Your stomach flutters at the mere sight of his lips moving; the way you just barely catch a glimpse of his tongue. Head tilting as you chew on the end of your pencil, your gaze shifts towards Professor Fabelman's hands. They make you think of limbs reaching across sheets and intertwining together. Then there's the enthusiasm and eagerness that comes with exploration. He speaks with his hands quite a lot, you've noticed.

It's another thing that makes you smile: the fact that he's probably taught this biology course a dozen times before, yet he explains the material with the fervency of a first time.

"Miss L/N. Since you seem so focused on the lecture, can you tell me where IgA antibodies can be found?" Professor Fabelman's voice pierces the rosy haze of your admiration.

The material. Shoot. What's the material even about?

You replay the lilting melody of his voice, trying to remember the lyrics. Anything at all that would break the terrible silence that filled the room as your peers waited for your response. Hell, you would take even a wrong answer to calm the dread that fills your chest the longer he stares at you with those squinted eyes, stubbornly set with a furrowed brow.

But even then, you can only fixate on his pursed lips. The soft heart of his Cupid's bow, sloping into the corners of his mouth. You want to kiss them. You want to place delicate kisses across all of his features. And before you know it, your own lips part dumbly, no words able to come out.

Professor Fabelman nods once, "That would be: human excretions; saliva, for one. Perhaps it would serve your best interests if you paid more attention in my class; we both know the state your grade is in," You catch a few snickers at that. "Please see me at the end of the day," He concludes. It's a firm command, not a mere suggestion.

It's a small assertion that flings you back into the throes of misery. The small emphasis of the world saliva didn't escape your notice either. God, it made you salivate.

How could you have gotten yourself in this position? You almost didn't take the course this semester. But it was required for the general education standards and you figured you'd get it out of the way as quickly as possible. You were merely buying yourself time to finalize your major and figure out what you wanted to do with the rest of your life.

You figured it out pretty quickly the second you sat in Fabelman's classroom and watched him straighten his tie before introducing himself to the room. You wanted to spend the rest of your life being around him.

Observing him was an art form; a mental documentation of his form and the way it moved. He reminded you of the little wooden mannequins in your drawing class. Stiff, but still movable. Something about the softness of his joints told you that he could be suggestible, pliable.

Fabelman became both the reason why you wanted to drop out without a single explanation and also why you were tempted to go into the field of science just to get closer to him. It wouldn't be easy, being a woman...but you believed in yourself enough that you were sure you could make it happen.

Then came the catch that shattered your romantic visions. He had a professionally shot, framed, black and white photograph standing up on his desk. It faced the class instead of him, like he already seemed aware of his affect; like it was his attempt at warding off someone like you.

So for the first few weeks, you got a front row view of his lovely wife. You studied that woman better than anything Fabelman could possibly jot down on the chalkboard. Her hair was in a bob and her lips were outlined and painted precisely. Even in the monochromatic hues, she looked like she was in vivid color; a technicolor dream long before Hollywood had come along. Her smile could've lit up the darkest cavern, could've been imbued with some sort of glittering quality that made her seem something like a silver screen starlet. Larger than life, her sparkling gaze seemed to loom over you every time you ogled her husband.

No wonder he married her, you couldn't help but think bitterly, she's a star.

Yet you never noticed a wedding ring on his finger. That had sparked a little bit of hope in your mind. It was a long shot that it actually meant anything, but banishing that hurdle made it far easier to watch him without guilt. He’s the type of man that can make any action look good. Even when he stands at the front with his hands on his hips, expression stern as he waits for the room to calm down before beginning the lesson, you feel insane with want. It was starting to become obscene how much your mind loved to settle into the groove of objectifying him the moment you sat down.

The most shocking part: you'd never been caught before. Until now, of course. Sure, you might be completely failing his class due to your lack of attention on the actual subject. There are more important things to pay attention to. Those important things seem to escape you now though.

Standing in his office though, you have a hard time keeping your focus on him. Your steps were quiet and careful when you stepped through the door with his name painted on the frosted glass window. The authoritative edges of each letter seemed to emphasize your doom.

Not that you would mind Professor Fabelman chastising you; there's something about the thought of him doting on you that makes you want to keep zoning out in class, keep getting called back to his office. Maybe you'd fail his class altogether so you could take it again and repeat the pattern. Because you were sure that, just like him, no matter how many times you listened to him talk about antibodies and bacteria and cell cycles, you'd never get sick of it. Not if he was talking about them, at least.

You stood in the doorway for a few seconds, watching him mark up some paper. Trying not the thing of how much of a privilege it would be to know what he was thinking, you slowly shut the door behind you.

Before you have the chance to second guess how presumptuous the action was, Burt's chin snaps up in your direction at the sound of the door closing. You'd tried to be quiet with it. But he stares at you with that look at his face. The one where he looks all scrunched up and subtly frustrated with you. It makes a flushed mixture of embarrassment and want bloom over the tips of your ears. As much as you hate getting his attention this way, it's better than no attention, you suppose.

"Oh goodness, you scared me," Professor Fabelman states plainly, "You'll have to be careful. At my age, one little fright and that might be my one way ticket to having a heart attack."

You sniff at his dry humor and insist, "I'm sure you're not that old, Professor. If you are, then it certainly doesn’t show." And you mean that sentiment entirely. His face is round, cheeks soft and puffy. The curve of his jawline alludes to a time where his features were sharper, younger. You'd like to believe that you wish you'd known him when he looked like that. However, he was probably like all the other boys your age: immature and utterly foolish.

You liked knowing him now; when the soft waves of time had begun to wash his expression with a tide of wrinkles and soft flesh that only age can capture. He's beautiful, in every way possibly, you think.

"That's quite kind of you. Now, sit, Miss L/N." You catch the tiniest smirk hidden in the corner of your professor's perfectly pink lips and internally cheer yourself on. You can do this. You can make it through one meeting. He'll tell you to pay attention in class and you'll leave. Then you'll think about those lips being–

"Sit," Fabelman repeats himself. And just like that, you follow the instruction without sparing another second. You bastard. You know what you're doing.

Perhaps that's the most heartbreaking part: he doesn't. 

"You remember why I called you in here, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," you add the name at the end without really thinking of it. But now that you are...you don't think you'll be able to get it out of your head now. Not unless Fabelman were to lobotomize you on his desk within the next few minutes.

"Tell me again..." he trails off, waiting for your reply.

You can easily do that. "Yes, sir," you say once more. This time your eyes are wide, head bowed slightly, like a dog looking to its owner.

"That's not what I meant," Fabelman's brow crinkles with disapproval as he corrects you. "Tell me what I called you in for."

Cheeks beginning to scorch, you stare directly past his severe gaze. You can't look him in the eye ever again, you try to keep your urge to cringe trapped inside. "I was...spaced out," you decide on the simple excuse.

For some reason, you're still shocked when Fabelman pushes back, "I'm afraid you were far more than spaced out. You weren't even listening in the first place. You were disrespecting the time of your peers. And you were disrespecting my time."

His tone scrambles the contents of your already muddled head. "I'm sorry," you barely manage to squeak out the apology. "I've just been a little distracted lately."

"I would think you'd have at least a bit of interest in your own education." The gravity of his words hit you as gracefully as if he were to throw a pebble from the top of a skyscraper. The force of the tiny hit is enough to completely knock the breath from your lungs. You suddenly become all too aware of your position. Being on a campus like this is a privilege for someone like you; too many women saddle themselves with a high school sweetheart and get spiked with that white picket fence.

You should have better dreams for yourself, not visions of your college professor tutoring you through his class and watching you graduate in a few years; eyes squinting out of adoration when you kiss his cheeks and that goofy smile sprawling across his face when he spins you in his embrace. That dream sounds better than any other one you've had. 

Your professor continues, "And I'm merely worried that I have a student slipping through the cracks. We don't want that now, do we?" There's softness and a genuine care as he reaches forward. His fingertips slightly brush yours which are folded stubbornly on your side of his desk. He stares at where your skin meets his over the dark wood as if he'd expected you to flinch away from him. Instead, you exercise a bit more bravery and shift your hand, laying it over his own. Your pointer finger smoothes over the face of the old watch on his wrist. And it's the sight of goosebumps sprouting over the flesh of his arms that makes you say it.

"How many people do you ask to come back to your office, Professor?" you wonder distantly, eyes still fixed on the tiny hands on his watch. 4:17 PM; just past his office hours. The sun is already starting to set through the window of his office, casting golden light that reflects beautifully off his watch. You lazily trace the worn leather of the watch band. Knowing a man like him, the accessory is probably something he got for an anniversary or a birthday a decade ago and he'd put it on every morning since then. It scares you how easily you could already see yourself disrupting that routine by pulling him back to you in bed for a few minutes longer before he could fasten the buckle.

That's when Burt pulls his arm back. "Plenty. Plenty of students just like yourself that just need a little advice. And that's all." The subdued bite in his voice doesn't escape your notice. Like he'd offered you a single treat and put the box of milk bones away with the simple assertion of, and that's all. That couldn't be all he'd be willing to give you. You'd hate yourself if you didn't at least try.

You say suddenly, "What if I don't just want your advice? What if I wanted more?” His brow quirks. “What if I told you...that the reason I struggle so much in your class is that you're just so...handsome…that I just can't help but look at you?" an unsettling level of calm fills your veins as you bare your shame to him. "What if I said that I have the biggest crush on you, Professor Fabelman, and that I have no clue what to do with it?"

When you look back up at him, you realize that now he's looking just past your head too. Before you have the chance to be proud of the way you've flustered him, he replies evenly, "Then...then I'd tell you to speak to someone in the administration building. I'm not sure if you'll be able to drop my class without some sort of penalty, but, it's clear you're not receiving any sort of benefits from my teaching. Have a lovely rest of your day, Miss L/N. I wish you the best of luck on your academic journey."

You stand suddenly, making the man before you jump once more. Suddenly you are a wild thing, unafraid to look raving mad with desperation. "No, Burt!" His first name falls past your lips without hesitation. "Don't make me drop your class. Please," you plead.

Burt swallows hard. He still won't look at you, still won't let the burgeoning warmth creeping up around the collar of his polo become visible and contrast against his harsh expression. "I-I can't have you causing a distraction in my classroom." He asserts, though his tone is already nervous.

You begin to babble, "I'll drop the entire crush and the staring and the spacing out and we can forget all about this. I promise, Professor. Just– please, don't make me drop your class."

The sound of your whine seems to aggravate him slightly. Because his eye finally meets yours, tingled with fiery frustration, "You might be able to forget about all of this but I certainly won't."

"You teach dozens of students every semester, before you know it, I'll fade into the rest of them and you'll completely forget about me," You reason with him.

His hands raise and he gestures with them in a stern way that matches his tone. "That might be true but you're the only student who's ever presented this dilemma. You're the only one who's ever–"

The only one. Those are the only words you need to hear before you circle back around to feeling far too much for him. Because somewhere underneath his adherence to the rules and protocol, there's something else. Something that longs just as much as you do.

"I'm the only one who's ever liked you, Professor?" You murmur.

His voice wobbles, "Why, in my fifteen years of teaching, I have nev–

"When was the last time someone fell terribly in love with you?"

You wait for him to lose his patience. He should have the second you touched his hand the way you did. He shouldn't have craved that little bit of contact and shouldn't have felt that flicker in his belly when you looked at him with lidded eyes. Based on the darkness under your eyes that your makeup is beginning to fail to conceal, he deduces that you're tired. How much sleep had you lost over him? Guilt strikes him hard even though he knows he hasn't done a thing to bring this tension into fruition. But, for some reason, he can't gather the willpower to admonish you again.

His answer is small but a massive admission; a surrender.

"Twenty years ago."

You inch around his desk, approaching him carefully. "That long? Who was it?"

"...my wife," He wants to curse his loose lips. Yet, he can't help it. No one has spoken this tenderly to him in so long. At his core...he's a simple man; a weak one. He'd been called that word plenty of times. And just this once, he begins to believe this nature of his is a blessing in disguise. 

"Does she still love you?"

"Probably not. Considering we've been divorced for a few years now."

"Why?"

"I was...I was holding her back, I suppose."

"You suppose?"

"Why else would someone you love tell you that they deserved better?"

"From where I stand, Burt...you deserved better than that too,” you say softly.

The man ruminates on the statement. You're pretty. Gorgeous. He thinks back to how many times he glanced back at you out of the corner of his eye. How many times he caught yours glued to him like your life revolved around him. Every professor likes to think that their class is the single most important thing in a student's life. But the way you watched him made him believe it.

That flutter returns when he imagines you salivating in your seat. You pressing your thighs together when he rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his tanned and freckled forearms. You imagining his hands holding your legs open as he laps up at that precious mound you hide under your clothing. Your tender fingers knitting their way through his slicked back hair and obliterating every moral code he thought he'd held. It's more than a flutter now. It's a slow but scouring burn that makes him twitch.

With a suddenly dry mouth, he warns you softly, "You should leave before someone walks in."

He doesn’t fully realize how close you are until your hand wraps around the tail of his tie and you use it to pull him towards you. So close that your chest is almost touching his. He's sure that you can hear his heart pounding against his ribs.

You whisper, "But it's after your office hours."

"If you don't go, we'll...we'll do things. Things that you'll regret,” he replies grimly.

It warms your heart that even in this moment, he worries about you. Your lips are moments away from quieting him but you still mumble, "You could give me everything you have and I would never regret it. Ever."

You're shocked when Burt closes the distance between your body and his first. The fervency he exercises as he pushes you back against his desk nearly makes you falter. Your knees buckle and you're forced to sit on the dark wood surface, desperately attempting to meet the intensity with which he unravels you with his tongue. You thought you'd known everything about your professor. But this new facet made warmth erupt in your lungs, in your belly, in your core. It flourished, consuming any rationality that might've been clinging onto the ridges of your brain. 

Burt's tongue brushing at the part of your lips clears all of those foolish principles that you're both supposed to follow. The way his strong hand darts up to hold your jaw so he can stay on track keeps you together in a way you thought wasn't possible. And before you fully realize it, Burt wedges his soft body between your legs. You yelp as his abdomen grazes your core, feeling shivers make waves over your entire body.

He flies away before you have a chance to recover, still holding your face. "Are you alright?" This time Burt's thumb strokes your chin; it reaches towards your bottom lip and drags it down slightly. He observes the plush pillow snap back in place when he lets go of it like he hadn't witnessed a movement like it before.

He'd read about the human body before, probably hundreds of times in his whole career. But the way yours moves, particularly when it's at his mercy, is fascinating; an art form of its own. He marvels that atoms could collect themselves in such a glorious array. And the fact that those atoms could come together to brew chemicals that made him feel so smitten that it could make him dizzy...seemed to be a welcome reprieve from the monotony and mathematics of his field. It's here, while watching you consider his words carefully, that he decides he can find meaning in his life.

It had been difficult to find that in the years since the divorce. The prospect of romance seemed hopeless without the woman he'd spent entire decades with. Until now. Until you looked at him and decided that he was worth taking the risk on. 

"I'm more than alright, Burt," You press your lips to his again, softer this time, allowing yourself to become acquainted with the cracks and grooves of his needy mouth. Because when you said you wanted more, you meant it . So you open your mouth once more and place your hand on his chest, right over his beating heart. You swallow the resulting groan that comes from your hand wandering lower and lower down his torso. 

Fingers finding the edge of his trousers where the stark white button-up tucks into, you fumble for the button and then the zipper. You think of one of the dissections you'd done in his class a few weeks ago. Remembering how much your hands had trembled holding the scalpel, you're surprised that there's no apprehension in your movements. And Burt shows no resistance. Though your stomach churns, you're glad he lets you undo his pants on your own. You wouldn't have the heart to make him continue if there was even an inkling of opposition to this new form of vulnerability.

His shirt untucks and reveals a bit of his pudgy belly. Before going any further, you run your fingers over his stomach and feel him shiver, feel the shaky breath beginning to form in his chest.

"Do you like that? Do you like when I touch you?"

The entangled guilt and worry has vanished, replaced by a need for your gentle touch and adoring mouth. Burt's response comes with a groan and sounds close to breathless. "So much...so much."

You venture deeper with another question, "Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes, please, I want–" His tongue sweeps over his lips nervously before he affirms, "I want you."

Your fingertips contemplate the hem of his underwear, contemplate the position that you're putting both him and yourself in. Voice smaller now, you continue, "You know that I really do want this, don't you? I'm not just...trying to get a better grade or anything. I just want you to like me."

"Oh, sweetheart, I know," he coaxes you, using his hands on your hips to pull you flush to him again. This time, you can really feel him. Despite the fact that his cock is straining against his dark pants, he still speaks with that deep, throaty voice that makes you ache everywhere, "I do like you. Only I have no idea how a thing like you could want an old man like me," he chuckles warmly.

"I just do, Burt," you gasp as if it's a fact that he should've known already. Your feelings for his are as certain as a statistic and as thorough as a good peer review. All the experts in your mind agree, being with him is the right thing. Damn the rules and the ethics, you need him.

So you're glad when one of his large hands moves to your knee and travels it's way up your thigh. Finally, his fingers reach the high waistband of your underwear beneath your knee-length skirt. Careful not to gain any contact with your skin, he keeps his touches restricted to the thin cotton fabric.

His jaw goes slack when he reaches the delicate lace that lines the elastic leg bands. "Do you...wear these often?" he marvels quietly. You giggle at the blank expression on his face; he can't even see them, but just knowing that you've had the underwear on throughout the day seems to make his brain short circuit. 

You grin cheekily before pressing a kiss to his lips, "All the time. They're my favorite to wear on days when I'm in your class." You lean over to his ear, "You like the color blue, right?"

Burt's pupils grow so wide that his green eyes are finally clouded with an undeniable arousal. He still feigns politeness, never breaching the elastic confines of the laced garment. His fingers instead choose to trace the slit between your legs, feeling the damp spot that's already soaked through the center. He groans at the wetness that immediately covers his fingers but continues on, searching for the spot that he had once been so well acquainted with.

When he finds your clit, your hand flies to his shoulder. You brace yourself by bunching up the shoulder of his button up in your fist. Using the pads of two fingers, he softly circles the bud, sending you closer to the edge as he whispers tenderly, "There you go, dear, you've got it."

It is then that you determine that it must not have been an unskillful hand in bed that led to the downfall of his marriage. You would stay with him for however long he wanted you to, as long as he used that same pressure with his slightly calloused fingertips that still managed to stay gentle with you.

You'd heard him talk about a chemistry class he'd taught years ago, heard him talk about how important it was to observe lab safety. And you wonder if he'd ever burned those fingertips; you wonder if the fire building inside you is more searing than those of a Bunsen burner, if the dull ache of this connection could leave more of a burn. Because these flames are just past third degree. They make your skin seem to melt as a thin layer of sweat forms over your already trembling thighs.

It's his words that snap you back to reality. "Will you be a good girl for me?"

Your breath goes ragged as you remember Burt's sorely neglected flesh. Letting go of his shirt, you plunge your hand below his waistband and take him a bit too eagerly. He jumps at the contact but doesn't stop you. He lets you have your way, lets you be his very good girl.

Deep down, you wonder how long it's been for him since he's been touched like this. The thought to tease him with his sensitivity arises in your mind but you push it down, too lost in your own arousal and unwilling to break the heavy atmosphere. You keep your voice down, terrified that if you were a little too loud, it might knock some sense into Burt; might make him think a little too much about the way your fist gently drags along his cock and the way his hips involuntarily start to thrust into the movement. All you need is his jagged breathing and his throaty groans making vibrations on your neck as he gives delicate kisses.

He keeps his lips anchored on the warm thrum of your pulse and holds back the urge to bite and suck and soothe your skin, knowing full well that to mark you up would be a mistake. Instead, he grinds his teeth through the pleasure that begins to bubble in his belly; tries to ignore how every one of his muscles tense in anticipation of the release.

"Are you close?" Burt asks hurriedly. It may have been years since he'd done this, but he knows that it wouldn't be courteous to finish before you and leave you high and dry. That's what this is: a pleasantry. He hasn't been touched like this in God knows how long but that didn't mean that this was a meaningful entanglement. It's a working relationship; you offer your professor some relief and he’ll guide you through this crush. Because you don't love him. You don't, he assures himself.

But, goodness, he wishes you did when you whine, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm gonna– Fuck, Burt, I'm gonna–"

If he were in his right mind, Burt would've chastised your language. But he's never been in this wrong of a state of mind in his life. Because when your hand gets faster and sloppier, he fucks into your fist with even more of a reckless abandon and chases the overwhelming high.

His struggle to stay consistent with his speed and pressure on your puffy and aching clit proves to have been worth it because you crash into the wall at practically the same time as him. You can't be bothered to suppress the trembling, breathy whine that slips through your windpipe. But you do keep the sob afterwards that nearly chokes you. To let him know the extent of what he'd just done to you would change everything.

Because now all you want is his name on your underwear. Even though you're exhausted and gasping through the comedown, you're already picturing his soft face between your legs and the surprise that would blow his pupils wide open when he sees the cursive lettering of his own name over your abdomen.

Because when you imagine him clicking his tongue and teasing you with a, Oh, darling, all this just for me? you want to cry. You want chest pains and tear soaked cheeks and him to hold you through all of it and make it make some sort of sense. He’s been around for a while, he’d know how to cure this feeling, wouldn’t he?

Fuck the underwear, if you could get his name monogrammed onto your bones, you probably would. You whisper his name endlessly as if it were a prayer, as if it were a way of living. Because you need him. And that terrifies you more than him simply asking you to leave his class now.

[tmntforeverinmyheart]

“Tmnt interdimensional vacation crossover”designs for the boys + cursed desriptions I found from scouring Pinterest

If you have any questions about Lee or Leon, please feel free to ask me :)

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Lee is absolutely an oldie at heart. He is happy to listen to corny 90’s music and binge old shows. “Spaceheroes” being his favorite, which he is obsessed with. He used to hold the main character Captain Ryan to a much higher level, but as he aged he saw how much his hero wasn’t really a hero, and only cared for himself. He no longer felt that pull to be just like Captain Ryan, and instead wanted to forge his own path. The one thing lee wants in the world is to be at peace with himself.

In his youth he acted rash, without thinking, taking his fathers advice too literally and twisting it to something that his father never actually said, causing him to lose his sense of self preservation. Caring so much for his family’s health and protecting them with his life, he forget how much he meant to them. Putting his own life on the line, led to him almost losing his life multiple times, he realized later that that wasn’t a good thing. He needed to change.

Calm and rational, he always has a plan in motion. He is organized and performs better with a schedule for the day, and yet needs constant reminders to eat and drink. He struggles with caring for himself when sick or injured, feeling like as the head of his household, he shouldn’t show weakness. When Lee was met with the father of their counterparts, he felt lost. After so long, he wasn’t the oldest, he’d lost his place and felt a misplaced resentment towards the rat. Splinters sons on the other hand, he felt a motherly instinct towards them. Being so young and forced into battles that weren’t theirs, lee could relate to them. He didn’t have a favorite and simply enjoyed being in their company, and they enjoyed being in his.

Lee and the self dubbed disaster twins were inseparable. The twins constantly follow Lee around like ducklings, hinging on his every word and absorbing his advice like sponges.

Leon loved to show off in front of Lee, ninjitsu moves and his teleporting ninpo fascinated Lee, giving Leon a feeling of pride.

Dee was determined to improve lees life, while trying to keep his ego at bay. He can see how messed up lees shell was and decided to construct a battle shell similar to his own for Lee to use. This present brought tears to lees eyes, and he thanked Dee over and over again, giving the young turtle the approval he so rarely gets.

Micheal pulls Lee away to look at his drawings, being the baby brother he wants attention too. Him and lee will end up drawing together for hours, not that lee can conjure up anything more than a stickman. He sees such a strong creative spirit in young Micheal and should definitely get him and Raph to hook up on an art project to keep Raph busy until they’re able to go home. Hes sure Micheal would enjoy something like that.

Rara is tricky to bond with. Lee sees how reserved and quiet he is compared to his rambunctious brothers, and how little he joins them in their activities. Lee comes to find that the best way to bond with Rara, is to just sit with him. Shoulder to shoulder. And if Rara wants to talk, Lee will be there to listen.

Headcannons inspired by @disastertwins9000 “homies in a half shell AU”

Physical attributes:

Lee is short for his age, standing at only 5’4, often with a slight bend in his right knee. He was shocked when his brother Raph suddenly shot up 2 inches taller than him and his brother Mikey also had a growth spurt shooting to 5’1.

Lees shell is badly damaged. Cracks run deep through his scutes and an earlier bout of shell rot left his shell softer and more vulnerable than his brothers. This propels Dee to create a battle shell to help keep lees shell intact and not susceptible to more injuries.

Lee wears across his body, multiple braces, including both his shoulders, his left hand and his right knee.

His shoulders endured multiple dislocations and from his injury’s he suffers from tightness and his joints locking. The brace covers his shoulders and right arm to his elbow, crosses his plastron and wraps around his shell. It provides him support and is part time.

His left hand suffered from an injury that caused osteoarthritis to develop in his fingers, thumb and hand. He wears a brace that covers his palm, wrist and most of his thumb. It lessens the swelling and shifts weight from the affected joints and is part time.

After being ambushed by the shredder, Lee suffered a patella dislocation is his right knee that never fully healed, causing his patella to continuously pop out of its socket. He wears a brace that covers his knee cap, upper thigh and lower leg. It offers support, helps him walk easier and lessens pressure on the damaged kneecap and is worn 24/7.

Mental:

Lee has undiagnosed autism.

Lee has undiagnosed psychosis.

Lee has anxiety.

[bakedbakermom]

Hi ! I’m relatively new to txf fandom and you seem very knowledgeable and lovely, and I just saw a post that had this tweet and I wanted to ask if there’s a fic like that for us ? And if not, do you have any recommendations for your all time favorite txf fics ? Thank you :)

Well aren't you sweet. Not sure about knowledgeable and lovely, but I am quite susceptible to flattery!

Off the top of my head, I can think of 3 fics that have remained key pieces in the fandom since their publication:

Arizona Highways by Fialka Fialka's entire body of work is astonishing, but AH remains not only a staple for the XF fandom, but is widely regarded as one of the classics of fanfiction itself. It made an impressive showing at the 2000 Spooky Awards (fanfic awards within the fandom), winning the outstanding novel, x-file (casefile), angst, Scully characterization, and "other" character categories, and second place for outstanding Mulder characterization.

The story provides a resolution to the Emily arc that both fans and characters were otherwise denied in show canon. It follows Scully, Mulder, and Kresge (from the Christmas Carol/Emily episodes) as they discover that Emily - like the Samanthas and other clones - was but one of a series of children produced from Scully's ova to be test subjects in the wider hybridization conspiracy.

Iolokus by RivkaT and MustangSally A grim alternate universe take on the show's mytharc, this fic is highly controversial due to its bleak takes on Mulder and Scully's characterization, and the horrible things they endure throughout. Clones, rape, human experiments... I must admit that I have not finished this one - it got too dark for me quite early on - but it remains bookmarked for a time I feel ready to get into it.

This fic is both famous and infamous, and has been sparking controversy since its first publication in 1998. Proceed at your own risk.

Incrementum by Lepusarcticus A far more recent entry into the fandom (2017), this work is a series of canon-compliant alternate-universe vignettes which explore what would have happened if Mulder and Scully's romantic and sexual relationship had begun much, much earlier than in canon.

Honorable mention goes to Parabiosis by Penumbra which explores Mulder and Scully's shifting relationship throughout season seven. Penumbra is another author whose entire body of work is worthy of a deep-dive; Fathoms Five is a stunning piece concerning Scully's struggle to understand her own immortality as the world around her marches inexorably onward, and Upsidaisium is a heart-breaking story set in the long grim night of Gethsemane.

Also of note is the series Life During Wartime, a years-long collaboration between four of the fandom's best writers (Maria Nicole, cofax7, finisterre/Marasmus, and Fialka) exploring the colonization apocalypse that never came. Sweet, heart-wrenching, poignant, and fearless.

Do also check out the fics listed under the various categories of the Spooky Awards (linked above) - some are enduring classics, some are great stories that have merely been buried in the sands of time. Many of the fics listed there can be found on Gossamer (one of the few surviving archives from the show's original run and a fandom archaeologist's wet dream) or X-Libris (one person's effort to save older fics and their art from the Wayback Machine in epub and pdf format for posterity and personal use).

Also dig through the XF Book Club's archive on Livejournal for some interesting pieces you can browse by category - and as an added bonus, you can watch fellow fans debate, critique, and generally lose their minds in the comments section!

I know I have some mutuals who are fellow fandom-oldies (or newcomers who have done deep dives) so please feel free to add your recommendations to this post.

[mikasesan]

Sayori’s Chocola Homage and Memory Lane

As an homage for my love for the old but iconic cat girls and the artist Sayori whose work I am nostalgic towards, I’ve published some Chocola inspired and focused AI art on my Redbubble. (all images generated with the help of ai).

Cat Girl Neko Maid Chocola 2:

Keep reading for preview pics of the products

I remember many years ago when "n3k0p4r4" was still a small franchise, I only knew of the two cat girls, the duo Chocola and Vanilla, and there was spicy mature manga of it drawn by the artist named “Sayori” . (I was a teen back then).

Scroll down to the bottom, and come along with me for some memory lane of an oldie like me born in the late 90s. I wrote a lot. Side note: Chocola and Vanilla drawn by Sayori already existed over 15 years ago.

Cat Girl Neko Maid Chocola 3

Chocola Cat Girl Maid

Cat Girl Maid Chibi Chocola Neko Paradise

All listed Chocola products on my Redbubble: Cat Girl Neko Maid Chocola 2 Cat Girl Neko Maid Chocola 3 Chocola Cat Girl Maid Maid Cat Girl Maid Chibi Chocola Neko Paradise Cat Girl Maid Sitting In Coffee Mug Chocola Neko Paradise Cat Girl Neko Maid Chocola 1 Cat Girl Neko Maid Chocola 4 Cat Girl Neko Maid Chocola 5

Thank you all!

Thanks for sticking around, now it’s time to…

Continue Down Memory Lane – Story Time:

I remember when Neko para was still known under the name “𝓷𝓮𝓴𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓮” or "n3k0p4r4" (all in one, no spacing) and it was an online spicy mature manga comic series aka OCs of Sayori.

I may be wrong, but from what I remember, Chocola and Vanilla used to be not so well known over a decade ago, but they’ve existed for 15 years to this date which I can tell from a post I found (on yande.re) of one of Sayori’s illustrations of Chocola and Vanilla.

Chocola and Vanilla were two of my favorite characters aka I loved the work Sayori drew of them. And it still baffles me how well-known they’ve become. All the games that were published and even an anime.

Now, it’s one of the more well-known anime and video games. I was so surprised to see a video game of it being published back in 2014. That was quite a while ago, a decade to be precise, but my mind was blown.

I usually just see innocent anime screenshots/gifs/pics or cute stickers of the Nekopara characters, but when I check out Sayori’s work, I find all the spicy artwork that I always knew 𝓷𝓮𝓴𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓮 aka Chocola and Vanilla for.

I never played the video game (now I also cant play it cos I have a macbook). But I guess Neko para could still be considered h**tai, even if the anime isn’t that, the video game still is.

I feel very nostalgic. I was a teen when I discovered Chocola and Vanilla. I do want to and will focus on staying on legal terms tho. If it’s lewd, then only aged up ladies of full age.

Thank you for coming this far and taking the time to read this.

Have a nice day!

[volterran-wine]

For the ask game: wand, minotaur, and god 🦢🤍

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝 - Before I really wished to live in big cities, but at this point in life i just want to live in a cottage in the Scottish Highlands or something, not somewhere too warm.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐫 - If you woke me up at 5 am with a knife to my throat and demanded me to sing a song without stuttering; It would have to be "Shake it out" by Florence + The Machine. That song is me if you bottled me up and somehow made a vinyl. Alternatively there is also "Willow" by Taylor Swift and "Crystal" by Fleetwood Mac.

𝐆𝐨𝐝 - My top five when it comes to blogs... well, seeing as though I have been away for a while I have no idea who is around any longer sadly, but I will write down a list of some oldies and some newer ones I have found;

@the-volturi-diaries (I don't know how many times I have reblogged you at this point in time, but I am not sorry.)

@venusofvolterra (A little inactive right now but has some A+ character takes and I support it)

@writerman (Go read 'Thrall' right now.)

@wake-of-vultures (Go look at their art and read 'Cracks in The Crypt' right now)

@keepingupwiththecullens & @panlight (Classics ™)

From the Fantasy Ask Game

[fairyk133]

hi!! I've been asking about this for a long time so I think I can repeat it now. I want to draw something with them so for motivation I'd like to read your headcanons on all sorts of common activities/topics for conversations and stuff between Holly and Ruth and how Ruth's friends might treat her ^.^

Girl please, I worship you and your art. Thank you for the ask, I’m not worthy. 😔

LETS GET IT:

-Holly didn’t like Ruth’s Catholic and southern goody act, but once she realized this girl can be nasty as her and vile, they talk shit about others.

- Ruth one time talked to Holly about how she was nervous on going on a date with Parker, and Hollys goofy ass said, “try rubbing his ankle with the tip of your heel, I seen it in romance movies. Ruth tried it, it went wrong and she blames Holly till this day.

- Holly uses Ruth to try on clothes she made, Ruth still gets scars from the pins. Holly even criticized Ruth’s conservative stance, so she tries to make Ruth be opened to more sex appeal clothing.

- Holly admits Dally Winston’s the hottest, while Ruth sadly admits she found Randy Anderson attractive. (yes the outsiders).

- She tutors Holly, but Holly just throws spit balls at the nerds and doesn’t pay attention. Which annoys Ruth, greatly but gives up.

- They mock girls who they find annoying, (Ruth is really good at mimicking people’s voices).

- Holly asks for money and Ruth gives it to her, that bitch didn’t pay her back. She is 600 dollars in debt to Ruth!

- Holly was tempted to steal Ruth’s towel but realized she couldn’t since Ruth has a separate bathroom that requires a lock, (Head girl, Class Representative privileges).

- If Holly is skipping class, Ruth wouldn’t give a damn, so no snitching on her part.

- Ruth talking to Holly about her body, Holly would roll her eyes and be like, “Honey, I have an ass, real women have curves, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Which makes Ruth feel better but it get ruined when Holly adds on to say, “I mean—besides, it’s not like you can get a man since you act like one.”

-Bitter sweet sometimes.

- Type of girl who say they hate the same person and become good friends.

- If Holly was bold enough to share her love with romance novels with Ruth, best believe Ruth’s dorky ass would read them then complain if the male lead is scum and doesn’t live up to her standards, she’s will be upset with Holly.

- Holly sometimes forget Ruth isn’t the same age as her or older.

RUTHS FRIENDS (before Ruth aftermath):

Loretta: Whom ever Ruth hangs out with, she has to put up with. Low key wouldn’t like her. Holly would definitely call Loretta bloody bottom just to get on her nerves. Neutral but some minor tension 😬. But would listen to what Holly as to say on what should be put in the schools newspaper.

Jason: Would probably still be kind to her, since Holly isn’t into good guys that would be fine, they could be friends. Expect this cowboy to dance with her near the jukebox, any oldies song you name it. He would be nervous around her boyfriend (he doesn’t wanna get beaten up again.) would call Holly “Mamas” as a joke since she’s older than him.

[cloudselkie]

Shay's 2023 Tarot Purchase Round-Up

Unfortunately, I don't have time for a huge review post this year, but here are my top 10 favorite tarot decks that I purchased this year!

10. Dreams Within Dreams Tarot

- This was a Kickstarter I backed last year. The art is beautiful and the artist stated that they were inspired by their favorite anime growing up in the late 90s and early 2000s. The only reason this deck isn't higher on the list is because I found that the whiplash between some cards being fan art and some being original art was too much for me to really connect with it.

Where to buy: Kickstarter exclusive, but still available in various Etsy shops

9. Stars Lighting Up the Night Tarot

- This deck came out of nowhere and instantly became a favorite. I love the night scenes and the multiple versions of some cards so you can customize the deck. It also has the linen card texture I love! I purchased the limited edition version just to get that texture!

Where to buy:

8. Titanic Tarot: Risen Spirits (Titanic Tarot 2nd Edition)

- This version massively improves on the first (which I already loved) by removing the borders and including updated art for the pip cards that better represents the full story of the passengers of the Titanic, including before the voyage and after.

Where to buy: Mostly out of stock, but still available at some Etsy shops and online magic supply stores

7. Sleepwalker Tarot

- I ended up getting the mini because it was all that was left, but I wish I had the full size. The art is so beautiful and Iove how calming the subjects are with their eyes closed. Also, I found the full size and will definitely be purchasing!

Where to buy:

6. Witch Sister Tarot

- I waited TWO YEARS for this tarot and the art alone was worth it. I love the artist's previous deck, and stumbled on some of the art for this one on Etsy while looking for devotional items for selkie and for the Cailleach. It's finally out! The only downside is that it's a Llewellyn deck and has their usual thin cardstock.

Where to buy:

5. Shadowscape Tarot

- An oldie but a goodie. I finally got this after a few years of eyeing it, and it's definitely a great choice for being a mass market deck. Stephanie Pui-Mun Law's art is beautiful. Reminds me of old Amy Brown paintings, but far better executed.

Where to buy:

4. Starspinner Tarot

- I ADORE the art for this deck. It reminds me somewhat of CLAMP art. The art is also inclusive and bright and the deck has four different lovers cards so you can have whatever flavor you wish! This one is also mass market but great quality.

Where to buy:

3. Cozy Witch Tarot

- Of course I expected this deck to be cozy, but I was surprised with just how much I like the whole package. The card subjects are diverse not only in skin color, but in body type as well, which really stood out and made this deck one that I came back to often. The only downside is that the cards are slightly larger than standard size, so they can be difficult to handle at times.

Where to buy:

2. Monsoon Tarot

- This deck honestly has the most beautiful art of any deck I own. I'm always discovering new details in the cards and they range from cozy to dreamlike to grotesque in all the right ways. The cardstock also has that linen/playing card texture over them which makes shuffling a breeze. I use this less to read and more to just wander through and look at.

Where to buy:

1. Spirit Keeper Tarot

This one is hard to get a hold of, but so worth it. I happened to check in while the author still had some of the current edition left in stock after pre-orders on her website and managed to snag one. I LOVE working with this deck. The art is great, but the companion book is really what makes this deck incredible. The book goes over a lot of the inspiration behind each card and the symbolism. The author is of Chinese descent, so she has tied both western and eastern concepts to each card, which she lays out in the book. This has been the main deck I have read with since I got it. S tier deck.

Where to buy:

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Hello, this is the Oldie Chinese Diaspora Anon™️.

Sometimes, it’s easy to share the immediate frustration of another member of the TBC, such as the opinion voiced by this Anon (https://the-bjd-community-confess.tumblr.com/post/724567359908610048/who-really-owns-the-art-creator-or-buyer-art ) regarding their misgivings on the relationship between the artist, the buyer, the law and the Recaster. After reading the article they have linked, however, I am saddened to report that Anon seemed to have missed the point, and as such, their position became much harder to defend. I am going to try my best to explain the misconception here and explore what Anon wanted to voice. Consider this the lament of a slightly more knowledgeable layman, if you will. Yours truly is not of the law profession by training. If you have more expert knowledge in these matters, I highly welcome you to chime in.

For starters, the article cited was written by a respectable lawyer who specialises in law regarding fine art, patents and design. This article is very well-thought out and finely written. It’s just unfortunate that it doesn’t actually apply to BJDs. VARA only deals with visual fine art and under the eyes of the law, a BJD is not considered “visual fine art”. It’s a toy and it’s adjudicated as a toy. The other unfortunate part is actually contained in the article itself. VARA is the American response to signing the Berne Convention. The Floridian lawyer admitted that “VARA is a little more limited than most countries”, meaning that different nations have their own interpretations of the Convention agreements. This will become important later.

The laws that cover BJDs are actually those that protect toys. And they can be found (in brief) in this case where Mattel sued MGA over the copyrights to the BRATS dolls: https://nydailyrecord.com/2012/09/17/ip-frontiers-from-planes-to-dolls-copyright-challenges-in-the-toy-industry/ While the copyright of a design would seem to make sense, the application of it in a court of laws is relatively narrow. An idea cannot be copyrighted. The design’s “Uniqueness” and “Predictability” criteria have to be proven in a court to allow the plaintiff to assert the claim that their copyrighted patent had been infringed. The original creator is also not protected against others being inspired by their protected work. In the few rare times when the recaster was successfully sued (by Echö Töwn and NëtËase/LööngSöul), the cases were won through arguing along the infringement of copyright and patent laws. Both plaintiffs have to show the uniqueness of their predictable designs, show that they were the first to come up with this design and show the unauthorized replication of their designs by the defendant. “Being inspired by the same concept” was used unsuccessfully by Luo against NëtËase because Luo was unable to show the “uniqueness” of their designs in spite of their claim of being independently inspired. What seems to be “common sense” is actually quite difficult to prove against the standards in a court of law.

Which brings me to the point that Schlackman pointed out; copyright laws are country-dependent. And as Pearlman noted, they are expensive and notoriously difficult to litigate. Take, for example, the small (yet important) difference in trademark law between China and, say, the US. The difference between “First to register” and “First to use” (more information here: https://asiaiplaw.com/article/the-fight-against-trademark-squatting-in-china#:~:text=%E2%80%9CIn%20recent%20years%2C%20trademark%20squatters,cases%20on%20the%20basis%20of ) has allowed the Recaster to massively “trademark squat” in 2018, essentially turning all legit companies “illegal” within China (more details here: https://mydollyadventures.blogspot.com/2018/04/bjd-trademarks-recass.html#.WuLKLtJ02JA ). It takes money and paperwork to register for a trademark officially; this is true in any country. But it can be specifically difficult in China with a lot of red tape against “Foreign” companies (perhaps to facilitate its own burgeoning counterfeit empire). It may also explain why the only two success cases of trademark litigation that I know of were Chinese nationals vs Chinese nationals. It took Echö Töwn at least 3 years to succeed – since they were just one person against a large company. There are significant barriers to successfully litigating a case such as this; familiarity with the law, hiring of lawyers and the cost that incurs, pre-existing red tape, and the general dismissal when it comes to “What’s so special about a toy” in a place rampant with other, more significant counterfeits.

At the end, I have to agree with Anon: It’s so very difficult to “win” against a known vexation and it is very much true that most people do not know IP laws and copyright laws. But the reason has nothing to do with the example (or the reasons) that Anon has linked. There's a lot more to copyright/patent/IP laws (even more so across different nations) that goes far above and beyond the Berne Convention all the way back in 1886.

~Anonymous

[heelhausen]

🎉 📝🌺 :-3

🎉 Tell us some fun facts about your newest selfship!

God so. I’ve got so many different versions of Crash at this point that I need to start separating them out into different AU verses to keep ‘em together in my head lol. But. The butler stipulation acquisition AU is my latest tomfuckery, so we’ll go with some fun facts from that one.

- Roman initially realized he kinda had a “thing” for Crash during the Crash vs Solo Sikoa “No DQ/Bloodline Rules” match. He literally came to the realization that he found Crash hot as he was actively watching the poor bastard get the shit beaten out of him by Solo for a solid 45min while completely refusing to fall down or give up. Roman hadn’t understood why Triple H said they’d need an extra half hour of airtime for the Solo v. Crash match. He understands now.

- Roman will read comments on his TikToks to Crash just to hear his reaction. The first time Roman read a comment out loud, Crash didn’t realize that he was doing and looked at him with such exhaustion in his eyes and just went “you can’t be saying that tribal chief.” It made Roman laugh so hard he nearly threw up.

- Crash adheres to the “driver picks the music” rules, which has led to him infecting Roman with his batshit insane taste in music. They will be vibing to a playlist that goes from Czech hyperpop to 90s country to the golden oldies to literally just the Fallout New Vegas soundtrack for the entire drive. meanwhile Heyman will be in the back seat drafting his final will and testament.

📝 Give us a piece of a WIP involving your F/O (writing, art, etc.)

Oough so. Current progress on the merman and selkie art is this:

🌺 How do you and your F/O cuddle?

Curled up together on the couch, both half-falling asleep during the movie but neither willing to get up and actually turn it off. The remote was knocked off the arm rest an hour ago, but Crash has a hand idly playing with Roman’s hair and Roman is NOT getting up while his hair is getting played with. And Crash is not moving Roman off of him to grab the remote because for once Romans just let his brain shut off and relax, and Crash is gonna make sure that he gets all the rest he needs.