#rftw

[korpuskat]

hello! ^^

I recently finished your rftw series with michael! the story is so good (/gen) and I’m so excited to see what the last part of cadence has in store! if you don’t mind me asking, are there any hope for it to be released? @-@

Cadence has been a thorn in my side ever since I started writing it. It's painfully close to being done, but I can never coax it into wrapping up. On the chance I never do finish it, here's my WIP (remember this is in context of Cadence's 15K part 1 before anyone comes at me for characterizaton lol):

(NSFW, vaginal sex, somnophilia, choking)

Cold. That’s the first thing you notice. Cold- and droning like white noise. Warmth still clings to your chest, but a chill creeps over-- Your eyes snap open, arms shooting out, searching the dark because <i>fingers</i> touched your side. What you find, of course, is broad shoulders and wobbly latex. Michael. But what you find is also <i>wet.</i>

You recoil first- hands disengaging as he continues what he’s doing: flipping the blankets over, which you must’ve crawled under in your sleep, and pulling harshly at your pants. A seam pops- and you mumble in frustration, undoing the buttons with half-asleep hands. As soon as it’s open, he rips them down your legs. You hiss, the fabric stinging like carpet burn down your thighs. He’s keyed up, too excited from a fresh kill to even care- your underwear is shredded before you can even lift your hips to pull it off. 

Fuck, it’s going to be one of those nights. 

One massive hand keeps you still, holds you hips in place while the other unzips his coveralls with a <i>zzzzt</i>. Electricity sparks in your belly; he’s going to fuck you. The thought of his cock alone makes your thighs press together, the sweet promise of release so tempting after the last two days. His knees press into the mattress, your whole body shifting as it dips under his weight- and he doesn’t even wait for you to get resettled. The hot head of his cock rubs blindly between your legs; you don’t bother concealing your gasp as he brushes your clit. 

In the darkness, it’s only you and him. Time and space fall away, nothing left in existence but his body moving against yours, the raw physical sensation of heat and pressure and each of his exhales echoing in the mask. Your fingers grab at his shoulders, just for an anchor, twist into the coveralls- and it’s wet. You shudder, imagine how he must look, coated head to toe in viscera, tracked blood straight to your suite and- 

You don’t smell iron. 

His clothes are wet, but they are also <i>cold</i>. The mask is just visible with the low moonlight that sneaks in through the curtains- and it’s clean. Cleaner than you remember ever seeing it, almost starkly white. One flop of synthetic hair hangs darkly, solidly, over his latex forehead. You trace your fingers up over the slightly melted edge, over rubbery ears. 

Michael forces himself inside you with one stroke; your cunt <i>burns</i> with the stretch, all limbs closing around him in desperation to keep him still. Tears spring to your eyes once more, teeth scraping open your bitten lip- and all you can do is tell yourself to breathe, to focus on the coming pleasure, because it will, it always does, no matter how cruel Michael chooses to be. 

So your snap your thighs closed around his waist, locking him deep inside while you clench and shiver in pain and shock and the first trembling whispers of <i>good</i> because <i>fuck</i>, he’s so <i>big.</i> Your walls flutter around him, body struggling to stretch to accommodate him. Warmth replaces the cool, radiates out from between your legs and- and something isn’t right. 

Michael should be drawing back, forcing your legs apart and pounding away until the fuel of his bloodlust has burned off, more animal than man- but he’s not. Rain water drips onto your chest, runs off the shape of his false face, the heavy noise of his breathing masked by the soft rumble of rain and thunder. Bent over you, he’s not quite <i>on</i> you like he normally is- no, he’s leaned away, enough for you to stare into the pitch black holes where his eyes should be. There’s no light to see the gray or white beneath, but they must be fixated on you. 

“Michael?” You murmur, too sleepy to mask the concern there. He doesn’t even tip his head. It’s not panic, not yet- if he thought he was in danger he wouldn’t be still like this, if it was some new type of sadism, there’d still be an air of it on him. This is… something new, something you haven’t yet been able to pick up the little signs of. 

Your hands unwind from his soaked coveralls, the joints creaking from the effort. The fabric is rough and even more abrasive still soaked with water, but you stroke his arms as best you can and seek out his face in the darkness. Without any reaction you skate higher, one hand dancing up his chest, just past the drooping collar, to the thin strip of skin visible between the rough cotton and smooth latex. 

“Michael…?” His name hangs on your lips- and he answers with his hips. 

The animal drive has disappeared entirely. It’s a smooth roll, shallow- cautious. Where you had expected force and pain is softness; you gasp, part shock and part pleasure- and Michael must take it as a good sign. He keeps this strange pace and you dig your fingers into the shoulders of his suit, squeezing more rainwater out with each thrust. Your body isn’t sure what to do- so used to producing quick, efficient lubrication, you’re nearly gushing for him now. This sort of kindness from Michael is foreign, saved for when he’s injured or sick or- or particularly cruel. But this <i>isn’t</i> that- it’s new. 

You can’t even begin to understand his motives- why he needs <i>this</i>- but you can still give it to him. When you wrap your arms behind his neck and pull him closer, he only resists for a moment. Closer- closer until you can hear his soft pants from behind the mask, feel the heat of his breath with each puff through the nose holes. 

When he shifts his weight, he slides deeper- stroking so gently along places that have only known his brutal paces. You gasp, pull his hips closer with your legs- and the tilt of his head towards your mouth is not at all lost on you. Without prompting, he expands upon the motion: sliding nearly all the way back out until you’re whimpering, aching for his return- and pushing in so slow, finding his way so deep within you until tears gather at your eyes. 

<i>”Michael,”</i> It’s a prayer, an acknowledgement, a <i>thank you</i>- 

His breath catches; if your hands were not on him you wouldn’t have even felt it. He keeps pace, betrays no other hints of his reaction- fucks you deep and slow, rolls his hips with each thrust, grinds against your clit so sweetly- but you felt it, that sharp little inhale. 

With his head tipped towards you, it’s hardly a stretch to reach the latex. Cool and as clean as you’ve ever known- you kiss blindly in the dark. It’s too smooth to be the lips, slightly puckered with melting- must be his cheek. It isn’t for long, because Michael turns, meets you halfway. The rubber lips taste like rain water, not at all like the cruel mouth that lies just beyond- the taste of blood on his tongue as sweet as vanilla frosting. You kiss him and all the while tension settles between his shoulders, radiates down his arms.

<i>”Michael,”</i> You repeat, this time with <i>purpose,</i> you scrape your nails against the harsh cotton of his coveralls to emphasize it. This time, it’s his hips- a thrust just too harsh to be completely controlled. It’s a spark to kindling; the kind of treatment your body’s been waiting for- and the “Yes!” that follows is not intentional at all. 

And still- in the darkness you <i>feel</i> his resolve, the decision he’s made- whatever game he’s playing. He doesn’t give in, as much as his fingers are threatening to tear the sheets, he slows- keeps his pace even. 

There is one thing, however, you’re sure he can’t resist. Delicately- as much as you can be while being fucked- you wrap one hand around his left wrist. He doesn’t react at all, hardly seems to notice- except with you tug at it, urge it away from its death grip on the sheets. This he tips his head at. “Michael,” You whine, tug again for emphasis. The mask tips the other way, his pace slowing with curiosity. He gives in, shifts his weight to his other arm, lets you move his hand- 

The seams <i>pop</i> to the left of your head, his grasp shearing through them as you guide his three-fingered hand to your throat. The weight of it alone has your pussy tingling, every nerve woken, waiting for him to deliver. You think, perhaps, you might be crazy to taunt him like this, to get this wet at the thought of him choking you. 

It’s not a thought for long.

The muscles in his palm twitch once before he adjusts the grip. His hand rises up, forces you head backwards and <i>squeezes</i>. Not a single moan escapes his grasp, but he must know- because the mask tips again, the empty back eyeholes boring straight into you, watching every reaction. And like that, his interest in being soft has evaporated. 

He fucks you- the same fervor you’d expected after a hunt finally manifesting with each thrust, his cock ricocheting inside you, gives no room for hesitation. It doesn’t matter- darkness is buzzing at the corners of your vision, eyes growing heavy and tired, barely able to keep awake if it weren’t for the force of Michael’s hips. You’re fading, head lolling with each impact- 

Michael’s grip loosens. Air floods your burning lungs- and you’d been so oxygen deprived you didn’t know how close you were. He doesn’t even let you moan; his hand closes around you again before any noise slips out. Your throat vibrates under his palm and you wonder if he knows you’re screaming his name as you tip over. With no air every feeling is amplified, your adrenaline-fried brain bringing every stimulus up and up until it’s unbearable. 

Clamping down on him as hard as you can doesn’t deter him at all; he fucks you without pause even as your mind frays. Heat pulses out from your pussy, radiates down your legs, up into your chest- and you arch your back up, press more of your skin to the cold cloth of his suit. Your nails rip at the sheets, at his back, at anything you can reach- you don’t even realize you’d been digging your knees into his sides until he grabs one and <i>forces</i> your legs apart, all his weight held on your femur. 

#kat answers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #rftw #rest for the wicked #reading abt my love of describing the mask's white face and black eye holes....... #i really do have a type dont i LOL

[sagesiren]

Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Agent Carter (TV), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers

A belated entry for @steggyfanevents‘ Steggy Week 2023 WIP day!

Chapter Preview:

“Trying to bankrupt me through my electric bill?” Steve asked.

“I'm getting desperate for new ways to take you down,” she said mildly.

#steggy week #steggy week 2023 #steggy fanfiction #Steve rogers #captain america #peggy carter #steggy fanfic #rftw #my fic

[musiquariumology]

Ready For The World - Oh Sheila (Official Music Video)

#ready for the world #rftw #funk #pop music #rhythm and blues #Youtube

[lorephobic]

does docm77 know what he did for gay people everywhere when he organized the first ever ethubs collab

#can u imagine if that had never happened and etho just remained a single player yt channel forever #bc vechs rftw led to ooge and ooge led to bdubs begging for etho to be in mindcrack and mindcrack led to everything else #and its so easy to believe that if this dumb awful rftw series didnt happen #nothing else would have happened #hello #can u imagine

[ethocomments]

this is incorrect, but I've gotten stuck on not one but several cases of rampant comment myths and this screenshot led me to it. etho first referred to his lp season 2 base as the man cave for the first time on October 26, 2011 in episode 112. scrolling through ep 112 comments, you will note:

two people pointing out the actual first time at 0:37

possibly the first comment bdubs ever made on etho's channel (to be verified; they did RFTW together approx. 3 weeks prior. it's the earliest I've found so far, and bdubs only has 27 comments on the channel with at least two of those being recent and getting hearts & one being etho drinks toilet water, which narrows the chances significantly.)

people asking about the creeper trick - the two leading theories are that creepers would not explode unless they were on the same Y level as the player, or that it's an exploit of the way glass panes could block mob line of sight. (etho used a similar trick with fenceposts a few eps prior, as the taller hitbox prevented a creeper from "seeing" him despite having clear in-game line of sight.) this has to be beta 1.9 prerelease 4 as prereleases 3 and 5 showed the version in the HUD, but I can't find any documentation of version changes that corroborate either theory. i will give a prize* to anyone who can confirm** this

people claiming this episode is the first instance of "go get your snacks," which is corroborated by ethopedia. however, as always, there are dissenters claiming LP s1 or earlier in s2 and it's possible the imperfect auto-captions didn't pick it up, so this earns a solid plausible rating.

with all that said, happy 11-year anniversary to the man cave and also the most consternating comments on any etho video.

#comment history #ethocomments unsolved #verified ethofact #this comment has been queued for months but the investigation is recent. #*prize not guaranteed to be valuable or good by any metric. #** confirm > prove because it's likely the glass pane theory but i'm interested in documenting if either are true regardless #also etho complains abt canadian urban planning in this episode. love it

[satans-codpiece]

One of the things that really helped me write RFTW so regularly was that I could queue for DBD and wait like 15 minutes for a game lobby, and I could write in that time. Games were also usually 10-15 minutes. I fucking Pomodoro'd myself on accident, but I can't do that with Overwatch

#kat talks #('but you could play 1 game then not queue' incorrect it is the act of queueing- the act of feeling like i need to write before im called #away to do something i want to do. that i can either write fast to get my ideas down before they drift off OR if its slow writing knowing #something i enjoy [lol] is coming eventually without my influence)

[bellshazes]

this is related to some qualified misinformation coming out of the queue on ethocomments this week but I'm about 90% sure that the first episode etho calls his base the man cave is the first time bdubs ever comments on an etho video, or at least the first comment on the LP since they had done RFTW 2-3 weeks prior. useless ethocommentfact of the day

#he only has 27 comments on the channel. do you know how attainable it is to find them all? #not that i am. or anything. that would be nuts

[armaxitaly]

RFTW 2023 from Armax on Vimeo.

[zanyxiao-blog]

瑞芳藥房💊 ScottNoise Aka NAX 9000 RFTW專屬 by 瑞芳台灣 RAVE FUN TAIWAN on #SoundCloud

[putrivvi]

Peggy Carter and Betty Carver from Rest for the Wicked, written by the lovely @sagesiren. Anybody who sees this, please read it, its amazing and I think about it often.

I started this at the beginning of the year, but university’s been super busy and stressful. But I powered through it today before my test tomorrow, pls wish me luck (and send help). I don’t know if I’ve even posted this correctly, I haven’t gone on tumblr in AGES and normally just stay on instagram where its safe and familiar lol. 

#rftw #peggy carter #fanart #betty carver

[phynali]

The Player Killer [antagonist]

"You knew what you were getting into."

#the player killer #pk #my ocs #ocs #rest for the wicked #rftw #phyn writes #mood board

[korpuskat]

HELLO! I think about your cadence fic with Michael a lot it’s almost concerning (I’m not complaining tho cause I love your works with him) and I have a question. The age gap between reader and Michael is apparent and I wonder how much is the age gap between them (roughly)? It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna reply, just curious hehe 😌🩷 have a absolute amazing day! So excited for part 2!

heheh so, my Reader Character is usually based off me even if I'm trying to leave the details vague so other people can project onto them (but it's inherently self-indulgent writing lbr), so I was technically writing RFTW with the impression of Reader being ~20s, making Reader and Michael's age gap a whopping 40 years! The other wedding attendees would certainly be having some fun gossip about them.

#rest for the wicked #kat talks #kat answers

[sagesiren]

Hey! Hope your real life project is going well and that you are heading for the point when you'll have time to emerge yourself back into the world of Betty/Peggy & Steve 🤞🤞

Wishing you every success!!

Thank you!! Things have been awesome lately, and I'm just opening this now because I actually have the next chapter all drafted - it just needs an edit and to be pasted into ao3. The WIP day for steggy week inspired me to try again on the chapter I was struggling with 😍

#rftw #update

[tybalt-you-saucy-boi]

JoeHills: Destruction and creation are two sides of the same coin, and that coin has my face upon it. Joe Hills.

(video)

#hermitcraft #joehills #joehillssays #joehillstsd #race for the wool #race for wool #rftw #rfw

[lorephobic]

horses… they are so big but so nervous….. just like etho slab….

#sorry i cant stop thinking abt how to draw a horse comic #rediscovering it this week did smth to me #i know bdubs obsession with horses in minecraft has nothing to do with their irl demeanor #but theres something there u feel me #in vechs rftw bdubs held out a treat on his hand so flat and so steady so that etho didnt spook ykwim #sorry for being incomprehensible i havent left my house for more than a quick trip in like a week #gonna go get lunch and people watch in the walmart parking lot just to feel something

[jstanleymn]

When #Spotify can't provide the jams that you want to hear, you pull them out the archives & create #MP3s your damn self! 😝❤️🎶 #anitabaker #compositions #givingyouthebest #tyka #tykanelson #royalblue #ericgable #caughtintheact #mikkiblue #ipromise #piecesofadream #makesyouwanna #boutdattime #abstract #kashif #rftw #readyfortheworld #longtimecoming #keithsweat #illgiveallmylovetoyou #whitney #whitneyhouston #live #norfolknavalairstation 03/31/1991 https://www.instagram.com/p/B9xYfZchcqL/?igshid=1cz8notbmokgw

#spotify #mp3s #anitabaker #compositions #givingyouthebest #tyka #tykanelson #royalblue #ericgable #caughtintheact #mikkiblue #ipromise #piecesofadream #makesyouwanna #boutdattime #abstract #kashif #rftw #readyfortheworld #longtimecoming #keithsweat #illgiveallmylovetoyou #whitney #whitneyhouston #live #norfolknavalairstation