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divine-knight-hand · 2 months

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A Show of Temptation

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female Reader

Summary: The show must go on! …But who will be the first to break in your and Loki’s game of temptation?

Content Warnings: Teasing, elements of exhibitionism, hints of jealous!Loki, dom!Loki, sub!reader, mirror sex, praise, degradation (use of the word “whore”), a touch of dacryphilia, and a little aftercare (<3).

Notes: Everybody send lots of birthday (month) love and wishes to the love of my life, @fandxmslxt69! Do it, neowwww!!!! (This is her gift, after all~) 🥳💕🎁

I've turned this little fic idea around and around in my head ever since we had this interaction, which was almost a year ago but feels like yesterday. (And, of course, none of this could have happened without the amazing and talented original artist, @grrrenadine!)

Also, I didn’t realize until I was almost done writing this, but some parts of this piece lowkey (Hehe! Get it?) remind me of Lesson Not Learnt. So, I guess this is a tribute as well as a gift. 😅

Word Count: 4,151

Dividers by @saradika

“The supernatural hour is at hand!” A disembodied voice boomed throughout the theater. “Please take your seats, and prepare to be amazed by the mischievous man of mystery, Loki, and his breathtaking assistant in magnificence, Y/N!”

That was our cue. Loki and I pushed through a set of curtains, arms interlocked as we strode to center stage.

With a wave of his free arm, he silenced the roaring cheers of the crowd in front of us. Before he even began to speak, everything about him commanded attention from the audience. Even offstage, he carried himself with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, but he always had the intelligence and skillfulness to hold weight to it.

Tonight, he stood beside me in a sleek, neatly tailored black suit, paired with a green silk tie around his neck, which served as his outfit’s pop of color. My eyes continued to trail up his body, following the collar of his shirt before reaching the sharp cheekbones just below his piercing gaze. I used to think that he could see straight through me. He was so generally intuitive that I figured, in a way, he could.

On the other hand, my revealing costume didn’t help me retain any sense of mystery. I wore an emerald green sequined bodysuit with equally green elbow-length satin gloves. The only thing left to cover my legs was a pair of translucent tights. The costume left very little of my body to the imagination.

Every time I stepped onstage with Loki, I felt vulnerable, but I also felt safe. Had we not sold out every show we put on, I would have even found the experience intimate. As I worked with him onstage, he made me feel that was where I deserved to be, and with each show we put on together, I quickly managed to grow a confidence of my own.

Finally, after another moment of silent anticipation, Loki spoke, not even needing to raise his voice as the audience eagerly ate up his usual pre-show spiel. “Good evening to each and every one of you. Welcome to, not a show, but an experience of magic and mischief.” His eyes sparkled, holding promise for tonight’s show. Magic and mischief, indeed. “Tonight, with the help of my beautiful assistant, I will make you see and feel things that will leave you questioning the very world around you…”

I knew his introduction by heart at this point, so I allowed my thoughts to drift into more dangerous territory, mentally undressing the man I had interlocked arms with as the softness of his voice filled my ears, but the words stopped finding my consciousness.

I imagined that same voice talking me through it as he slowly thrusted in and out of me, our fingers interlocked as he held my hand. His soft hair would fall around our faces as the emerald green glow of his eyes in the low light would trail along my body, appraising me as he flattered me with sweet nothings and praise that seemed to roll off of his tongue with ease. How skilled he was with that silver tongue…

“Darling,” Loki’s sudden shift in tone snapped me out of my trance. “I believe I just asked you to grab the props for our first trick.”

“Oh!” I felt my cheeks grow warm as I rushed offstage, towards a small table that had a black top hat set atop it. The audience laughed at my absent-mindedness, adding to my embarrassment.

As my hands grabbed the corners of the velvet tablecloth, a naughty idea bloomed in my mind. The show was already off to a bit of a shaky start, on account of my excessive daydreaming, so I thought I’d made it up to Loki. I figured it was a good thing our nighttime shows only allowed adult audience members. After all, tonight was a good night for a little teasing.

I couldn’t help the smirk that curved at the corners of my lips as I wheeled the table over, making sure to sway my hips with each step. Sparks ignited under my skin as Loki’s eyes trailed over my body, his gaze seeming to caress each curve, dip, and contour my suit clung to.

“Here you go, my love~” I set the table right in front of him.

“Thank you, darling.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips as I rested my hand on his shoulder.

Then, I scurried offstage to prepare my- I mean- his next trick.

As he amazed the audience by summoning the illusion of a rabbit to pull out of the hat on the table, I gathered the props for our cup-and-ball trick.

Once the gasps and and awed chatter from the audience died down, I wheeled over the next small table. Arriving in front of Loki, I spun myself around and kicked the previous table with the back of my heel, sending it wheeling backstage. Someone in the audience whistled, setting off a chain of scattered catcalls.

“Putting on a show tonight, are we?” He purred into my ear as his hands slid around my waist, guiding me in front of where he stood.

“Of course,” I whispered back, “Isn’t that what we’re here for?”

“You clever minx… Two can play at that game…” I felt his chest shake against my back with soft laughter before he spoke loud enough for the audience to hear again. “In front of us are three cups, but only one red rubber ball. Care to assist me in mixing them up, my dear?”

“Gladly,” I trapped the ball under the middle cup before shuffling them with practiced ease.

Though my movements looked sporadic and careless, I actually moved with rapid precision, my eyes never leaving the cup with the ball under it. All the while, I felt Loki’s hands trail along my costumed hips, and I was overly aware of his breath at my ear as he softly gripped my thighs.

I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape me as I was struck with a pang of desire. Damnit! He was too good at this. I had to be better.

Feeling myself fill with a playfully competitive spirit, I dropped my hands from the cup, tapping the back of Loki’s leg three times to signal that the ball was under the cup to the left. But, instead of dropping my hand right after, I kept it there, using my grip on it to pull myself closer to him.

“Now that the cups have been shuffled, I will reveal which one the ball remains under.” He announced.

In reality, he’d already used his seidr to make the ball appear invisible, so the audience would believe that it had completely disappeared.

His deft hands went to work lifting each cup with dramatic flair. “Nothing under cup number one… nor under cup number two… and- Hah-” Loki cleared his throat to hide the moan I elicited from him once I began slowly grinding back against his crotch.

A satisfied smirk spread across my face as I felt a faint twitch from behind me.

Loki finally recovered before lifting the last cup, revealing nothing. The crowd gasped in awe before erupting into applause.

Loki’s hands found their way back to my hips before he murmured by my ear. “You sneaky thing. That’s hardly fair…”

I softly giggled, reaching up to caress his face. “I don’t remember us making any rules.”

The applause began to die down, and for a moment, I could have sworn that I saw a glint of pride in Loki’s eyes.

“Enough with the party tricks.” He let me go, and I immediately missed the feeling of his hands on my body. “Now’s the time to truly astound our audience.”

“With pleasure~” I purred as I strutted backstage.

I wheeled over a longer table with an openable wooden box attached to its top.

“Allow me.” Loki took me in his arms, hooking one under my legs to rest me within the open box. Only my head and legs were left peeking out.

He then secured the latches on the box, locking me inside. “Comfortable?”

“Ye-” I gasped as I felt his touch slide up my leg–that which he could reach–and it was enough for me to feel a fluttering between my thighs. “Yes…”

Damnit! Of course he’d take the opportunity to tease me while I was locked up. Unfortunately for him, I wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

“I’m sure this next trick needs no explanation.” He announced as he raised a handsaw in the air. “Though, I must assure you, my dear assistant will escape this one unscathed.” He positioned the saw over the middle of the box and winked down at me. “Ready, darling?”

“Ready, my love~” My eyes were glued to the saw.

I wasn’t nervous. This next trick was purely illusion. The saw wasn’t even real. That was why I had to watch it carefully. I had to be able to see how close it was to me, because once it neared where my body was…

“Mmmm…” I rolled my eyes and tilted my head back as the illusion of the saw passed through me.

The audience got a kick out of my feigned ecstasy, erupting into laughter. Meanwhile, I opened my eyes just in time to see Loki’s lip twitch. He was completely unreadable.

Finally, a smirk broke across his face, and he tossed the saw offstage. It disappeared behind the curtains in a burst of green before he began to work the locks on my box.

“It would seem my assistant is more interested in being a little temptress tonight.” He helped me down from the table before effortlessly sending it wheeling backstage.

This was weird. He’d never stopped mid-trick before. What was he planning?

“Stay put, if you will, darling.” He booped my nose. “I’ll fetch this next one.”

He walked offstage, and I mentally panicked. Had I gone too far?

Loki returned with a tall box. He brought it over to me and opened the door.

“There we are.” He then approached me and guided me in by my hips. “Since you’ve been so keen on distracting us tonight, how about we make you disappear for the time being?”

The audience gasped in wonder as he positioned me inside the box, and he leaned in to growl by my ear. “I can’t imagine you being a little tease for this one.”

With that, he shut me inside, plummeting me into complete darkness. That was when I knew I hadn’t gone too far. In fact, I hadn’t gone far enough. As soon as I heard the clinking of a lock, a smirk spread across my face. He was testing me. Challenge accepted…

This trick fully depended on me. As Loki gave his spiel to buy me time, I was supposed to slip behind the fake back of the box, hidden from the audience’s view once he opened the door.

But, how could I resist using the quick-change skills that he and I learned for our past shows in Vegas? So, I got to work in the dark, being careful not to hit the walls and tip off Loki–or worse, the audience–as to what I was doing.

Satisfied with my work, I leaned against one side of the box, crossing one leg over the other as I rested my free hand on my hip.

“And with that…” Loki threw the box open. “She’s- Oh, Norns!”

The audience gasped in shock. There I stood, in nothing but the lacy green underwear I wore under my bodysuit. There were whoops and whistles from the crowd, and once my eyes found Loki’s, I licked my lips.

He was utterly frozen. I’d never seen him in such a state of shock. Had I actually managed to catch him off guard? His wide eyes dipped up and down my body, unsure of where to focus.

He finally seemed to come back to his senses–Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard–before slamming the door back shut. “And it looks like that’s all we have for our show tonight! Thank you for coming, and we hope you had a magnificent time.”

I heard the roaring cheers of the audience begin as the box started to move. Then, they started to slowly fade just before dying out entirely.

It was only after a moment of silence that Loki spoke. “Don’t bother putting your costume back on.” His voice sounded close, as if he was right by my ear. “You won’t be needing that for what I’ll be doing with you.”

My pulse started to thrum in my ears as I awaited my fate with nervous, yet eager, anticipation. Suddenly, the door flew open, and I was whisked into another room while my eyes were still adjusting to the light.

My back hit a wall, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to knock the wind out of me as Loki pinned me against it. He only needed one hand to hold my wrists above my head, the other gripped the bare skin of my hip.

“What was that?” He breathed, his face inches from mine. “Hm? What was that stunt you pulled out there?”

“I- I-” I stammered, at a loss for words.

“What’s the matter?” He cooed. “Suddenly feeling shy? You certainly weren’t just a few moments ago.”

“I- I didn’t mean anything by it.” I gulped. “I just wanted to-”

“To what?” Loki growled. “To parade yourself in front of an audience like a common whore?”

“I-”

“I don’t remember saying I was finished speaking.”

I shut my mouth, embarrassment flooding my cheeks.

“So, what?” He went on. “You risk ruining our show just to show off your body to our paying viewers? Hm? To take us from a magic show to a peep show?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he barked, “Answer me.”

“N- no…” My voice came out small. Pathetic, even.

“Then, what?” Loki spat.

“I just wanted you.” Was I whining? I wasn’t sure. My heart was pounding too loud in my ears for me to hear myself clearly.

I noticed a small smirk twitch at his lip before he managed to hide it. “You did this to get my attention?”

“Yes.” I squeaked.

His expression softened, but his grip on my wrists and waist tightened. “Oh, my darling pet,” His tongue darted over his lips as he appraised me. “You do realize that all you need to do to have me is ask, yes?”

“I’m sorry.” And I was. I didn’t mean to take my antics too far.

“What’s done is done.” He softly chuckled. “And besides,” He moved one of my hands to the crotch of his pants. “Your little performance worked.”

My eyes widened at the feel of his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers. I almost felt weak in the knees as I was hit with a strong pang of desire.

“However,” My eyes snapped back up to meet his when he continued. “Now that you have my attention, it would do you well to prepare for the consequences of that.”

“I’m ready.” I breathed. “I don’t care how. I just want you.”

He suddenly spun me around, my back against his chest as he turned us to face a nearby vanity. It was then that I realized we were in his dressing room.

“My darling pet,” He purred by my ear as one of his hands slid along my skin to cup my breast. “You have no idea what you’ve just asked for.”

I shuddered as his other hand moved from my hip to the hem of my panties. “Please…”

“Please, what?” He murmured as his lips neared my neck.

“Please- Ah-” My legs quivered as his hand dipped into my panties to tease fingers between my folds.

“Gods,” He panted between kisses on my neck. “Already so wet for me,”

“Hah… Loki…” I moaned, lightly bucking my hips in a desperate attempt to get more friction. “Please…”

“Still wanting more?” He gently chided. “You’re needy tonight.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but another moan tumbled from my lips as Loki’s passionate kisses quickly shifted to possessive bites.

An animalistic growl escaped his throat as he began to slowly grind against me from behind. “The things you do to me, girl… I have no more patience to summon.” He paused his movements to walk me towards his vanity. “I have to have you… Now.”

I whimpered as he pulled his hand away from my panties before he quickly bent me over. Letting out a yelp of surprise, I threw my hands in front of me to catch myself on the desk.

My eyes found the mirror in front of me and locked onto Loki’s reflection. His face was flushed, a sheen of sweat collecting on his brow. He appraised me with wild eyes, and took a moment to loosen his tie as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing before his chest continued rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

He deftly hooked a finger into my panties before effortlessly ripping them off and tossing them into a tattered heap on the ground. Then, he tore my bra off of me in the same fashion.

I licked my lips in anticipation as I felt the soft touch of his hand against the curve of my ass.

He softly rubbed it before giving it a squeeze. “Mmm, glorious…”

I felt him let go before the clinking of him undoing his belt filled the silence between us, sending a jolt of excitement into the pit of my stomach.

Finally, the clinking stopped, and I bit my lip as electricity crackled underneath my fingertips. I saw his arm in the motion of slowly stroking himself as he lined up with my entrance.

“Oh, darling…” He murmured as he ran a hand down my spine. “Take a deep breath for me.”

Take a deep breath? Confused, I did as he asked just before he pushed in with a single thrust, quickly filling me up as he bottomed out.

I cried out, my nails scratching the wood of the vanity as I scrambled to grip something. Anything.

I’d just barely adjusted before he gripped my hips and set a brutal pace, sliding almost fully out of me before slamming back in.

“Ah-” I squeezed my eyes shut as I was dizzy with pleasure. Loki was all I could feel, and all I could hear.

His primal grunts reached my ears as I slowly made sense of his praise. “That’s it… Mmh… You’re taking me so well… Ah- G- Gods- You look so perfect around my cock…”

“Loki…” I groaned as my back arched.

“Yes,” He panted. “Don’t forget who’s filling you up like this… Hah… Who’s making you feel this good… Mmh…”

My nails etched grooves into the wood of his vanity as he managed to keep up his merciless rhythm.

“You wanted this?” He grunted. “You wanted me to fuck you into submission? Mmh… To use you like a little cockslut? Ah- Like my little cockslut?”

I was so overwhelmed with ecstasy, I almost didn’t notice the tears beginning to stream down my face. Was I wearing makeup? My reflection was too blurry for me to see.

“Oh, Norns…” Loki groaned. “You look so perfect- Mmh- when you’re overcome with pleasure… Hah… So divine… Ngh… when you cry for me…”

The switch between praise and degradation nearly gave me whiplash. I couldn’t decide which one my body liked more. Seeing as each one made my cunt clench around his delicious cock, I decided I was eager to have more of both.

I felt the pressure mounting in my core as I approached my peak, and by the slight sloppiness creeping into his thrusts, I could tell he was close, too.

“Oh, darling,” I could have sworn his voice curled into a whimper. “Cum for me… Mmh- I need to feel you- F- Fuck- clench around me…”

That was all he needed to send me over the edge.

“L- Loki!” I cried out as my eyes rolled back.

I saw a flash of white, then for a moment, nothing. All I could do was feel. I felt wood chips from the vanity dig into my fingernails as I attempted to tighten my grip, and I felt the vibrations of my loud moans escaping my throat.

But, stronger than the rest of the sensations in my body, I felt my inner walls flutter around Loki’s cock as I came around it, as well as the way he unceasingly pistoned in and out of me, helping me ride out my high. Each drag of his cock sent another twinge of weakness into my knees. I was certain that, had he not been holding me by my hips, and had I not been bent over on his vanity, I would have keeled over.

I was still only semi-coherent when his cock twitched, and Loki sharply pulled me flush against him, spilling his release inside me.

“F- fuck!” Loki’s cry broke through the haze in my mind. “Ohhh, yes…”

My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I was able to refocus on was his reflection. His head was thrown back as his shoulders and chest moved in time with his heavy breathing and panting.

As he came down from his high, and he lowered his head to look at me, I saw the small wisps of hair that stuck to his still flushed face. He loosened his grip on my hips, which I’d almost forgotten he’d been holding, and rubbed the red marks apologetically. They would bruise over by the morning, and I’d admire them each chance I got. His marks on me. Proof that I was his.

I finally caught a look at myself in the mirror, and I looked ghoulish. As it would turn out, I was wearing makeup, and mascara tears made a mess of my cheeks, which also shone with sweat.

“Oh, dear…” Loki slowly helped me up, taking care not to pull out just yet. “Was I too rough with you?”

I swayed the smallest bit before he righted me, holding me against his chest. I was still catching my breath, so I couldn’t find the voice to respond just yet.

He tried to wipe my tears away with his thumb, frowning as he pulled away to rub my ruined mascara between his thumb and forefinger.

Instead, he resolved to cup the side of my face with his hand. “Breathe for me, darling. Just breathe. I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

I silently nodded before he pulled out of me, and I squeezed my legs shut as our shared mess began to drip down them. It was absolutely filthy, and it felt amazing.

“I’ve got you,” Loki picked me up bridal-style and carried me over to a small green sofa to lay me down. “There we are.” He gently stroked my cheek, and my eyes fluttered shut under his sweet caress. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I croaked.

“Thank the Norns.” Loki chuckled before conjuring a glass of water for me. “You had me worried for a moment.”

“Sorry.” I gave a small smile as he helped me sit up to take a sip of water.

I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth. “And you weren’t too rough, by the way.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “It was perfect.” At least, that was what I said. What I wanted to imply was, You could fuck me senseless any day.

“Good.” Loki’s mouth twitched into a smirk, almost as if he heard my filthy thought. “Though I do hope I’ve discouraged you from assisting me in any future shows with such… obscenity.”

“Are you kidding?” I giggled. “Now that I know this is how teasing you ends, I’m gonna tease you at every show!”

“Oh, gods…” Loki massaged the bridge of his nose. “What have I started?”

“I’m just kidding.” I gently coaxed Loki’s hand away from his face. “From now on, I’ll behave onstage. Okay?”

In one fluid motion, Loki lifted me up and sat down on the sofa, pulling me into his lap. “That’s more like it.” He gave me a peck on the cheek.

I rested my head in the crook of his neck, melting into his hold on me. “Well, I’ll behave most of the time.”

Loki’s chest heaved with a sigh of disapproval. “Is there no end to your shows of temptation?”

“Nope!” I answered in a heartbeat.

“What a shame.” He softly chuckled, rubbing my back before planting a kiss on the crown of my head. “All well. What am I to do? As always, the show must go on…”

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just-s0me-stranger · 3 months

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Statement

I wish to make a statement regarding what happened on the 14th of April, 2023

I, at first, wanted to move on from what happened and start again

But, seeing as some people aren't willing to let go of what happened, I feel I have no choice but to give my side of the story

I'll admit, I haven't been perfect in all this

I made mistakes

Many I wish I could take back, and would do if it was possible

But, whether I'm forgiven or not isn't up to me

That being said, however, the person who started all this in the first place isn't innocent either

I wish to address the accusations against me regarding, defending a transphobic person, racism, me fetishising trans men in my Perfectly Imperfect roadrat fanfic, and my conduct with minors, in that order

First, the accusations of me defending transphobic person

These accusations were first brought against me on the 14th of April, 2023, when user @sodapoptisms dug up a tweet from someone who said the following

Link

They then followed up with a quote tweet saying the following

Link

Now, I knew the person being screenshotted

I don't defend how they said what they said

Out of context, it's very poorly worded

What I DO defend is the fact that I took issue with Soda wanting the roadrat fandom to "band together and force the bigot out"

In other words, Soda wanted to rally a mob against this person for their political beliefs

I took issue for several reasons

The first one being like I said, I knew this person at the time

I knew they weren't anti trans rights

But forcing someone out for not agreeing with every aspect of the trans community can cause someone to become anti trans out of spite

Which brings me to my next point

I knew not speaking out against Soda could have a detrimental effect on the support for trans rights on the grassroots level

How?

Because this person had said they'd had many bad experiences with members of the trans community

Many people have sadly come out against the trans community for those reasons as well

Including many gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and even some transgender people

Clearly, bullying people for not holding your exact political views isn't working

And may actually be making things worse

That isn't to say that you win rights by coddling people's feelings

But you don't win people over by bullying and demonising them either

There is a balance that needs to be met, which isn't at the moment

You can't just demand people be your ally, then treat them like shit when they refuse, or don't live up to your standards

The second accusation I want to address is the one of racism

I was accused of this after writing an open letter to Soda shortly after what happened on the 14th of April, which no longer exists

But in it, I used the term Flying Monkeys to refer to the mob Soda had rallied against myselfand the other person

The term, Flying Monkeys, is commonly used as a nickname in pop psychology for the friends of narcissists

However, because Soda has many friends who are black, they twisted the words to accuse me of referring to them in a racially derogatory way

This was despite me pointing out the fact that I did not know Soda's friends were black, as even if they have that in their bios, I don't tend to read bios in detail, if at all. So, I was unaware unless I saw a photo of them

Thirdly, the fetishising of trans men in fanfiction

I never thought I'd have to bring this up

After all, no artist or writer should has to explain or justify why they made the choices they did in their works, but here we go.

Long story short, I tend to write stories with mpreg in it

You can think ill of me for it if you like, I don't care

But, I do not write these sorts of fanfiction for fetish fuel

I wrote Perfectly Imperfect for several reasons

The major one being that I have a lot of unresolved Daddy Issues

I won't get too much into my personal history, other than my father wasn't much in the picture when I was growing up

The few times he was in the picture, he was abusive

Not just to me, but to my mother, my sisters, & his previous two families, which he had left prior

I was estranged from him for eight years until I learned he had cancer, & I decided to reconnect with him two years before he died

I began writing Perfectly Imperfect a year prior to my father's death

Why use Mpreg to deal with Daddy Issues, you may ask?

The answer is twofold

I want to have my own family one day, & I tend to project that desire onto my favourite characters

I'm also fascinated with the father/child bond I guess

Particularly those that, while they may not be perfect, they at least are there for their child/ren, and don't abuse them

As for the fact that I've written Junkrat giving birth

That tends to be how a pregnancy concludes

But, I always focused on Junkrat himself, & what he's going through while giving birth

Such as his the pain he's in and how scared he is

How he looks to Roadhog for comfort

And how Roadhog helps him through it

It's about the emotion & vulnerability of the scene, in other words

Birth is messy, & can be gross, I can understand why many are squicked out by it

But it's a fact of life, much like death

Fourth, I'd like to discuss my supposedly inappropriate conduct with minors online

As many of you will know, I used to run Roadrat server. This server was an 18+ server, as I didn't feel I could, nor did I want the extra responsibility of, keeping minors safe within it

However, I would ask around to see if many people wanted to join, provided they were of age

As at the time, there was a content drought, & I wanted to keep the fandom as active as possible through it

Which I felt I could do through Discord

Unfortunately, not everyone has their age in their bios, which is fine

I understand not everyone feels safe showing people their age

But, it does sometimes mean I'm unsure, & have to ask about the person's age

This person there were a minor & then asked if they knew of any other Roadrat servers

I didn't really know of any that were as active as mine was a the time, so I made them an offer

They tell me when they come of age, & I'd let them into my server on the day

As you can see, nothing inappropriate took place, & the conversation pretty much ended after that

So, that is the context of everything that happened

Lastly, I want to address @sodapoptisms aka @sodapopblast directly

I'm sorry

I'm sorry I ever had the misfortune of knowing you and your friends

I'm sorry I ever thought of you as someone worth my time

I'm sorry I never saw how much you use your gender identity as a sheild to bully and harass people who step out of line

I'm sorry I never saw how much of a manipulative and cowardly bully you are

And I pity your friends who don't see you for the worm you truly are

It's because of you that I've had to endure being mischaracterised and demonised by your false & deliberately misleading accusations

For months

I've endured multiple accounts of abuse, and many death threats because of you

I lost my standing in the Overwatch community

All of this took a major toll on my mental health & general well-being

It not only affected my ability to perform my job as a care worker, which I was so scared I'd lose because of you

But also my self-confidence & and self-esteem, which I had painstakingly built up by writing my Roadrat series over five years

Only for you to tear it down in the span of one day

I used to hold such ill-will towards you for a long time

But that's only stooping to your level

You deserve to get better as much as I do

But the sad thing is, you probably won't

You're way too comfortable where you are right now, surrounded by your fandoms & your Yes Men

I doubt you'll find true happiness while you're where you're at

And that's enough for me

#junkrat #roadrat #overwatch fandom

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forever-fixating · 1 year

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Rewrite the Stars

Summary: Austin is feeling homesick while filming Elvis and gets one hell of a birthday surprise!

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 3.6K (I swear this was meant to be a quick drabble, and yet here I am finishing this at almost five in the morning...oops?)

Warnings: Lots of pining from our boi here

Author's Note: This was written for @foreverdolly. I hope this fills the pining!Austin feels you were hoping for! Perhaps if this gets enough likes (and if school and work permits me), I’ll write a part two! A couple of minor details- I headcanoned Austin here as more of a serial dater rather than anything involving Vanessa. It felt more suitable, given the pining angle I’m going for. Also, I wrote this like COVID never happened because that is a reality I’m sure we’d all love to live in right now. Enjoy!

Austin knew that filming Elvis would be hard. One doesn’t go into a project about a beloved figure of American pop culture thinking it will be a walk in the park. Hell, the months-long audition process made that abundantly clear. But the most challenging part wasn’t the months and months of vocal training, singing lessons, costume fitting, or reading every possible book and watching every video about Elvis Aaron Presley he could get his hands on.

It was being away from his friends and family.

It was just him alone in an apartment halfway across the globe from the place and people he called home. It didn’t matter how many FaceTime calls he made with his sister Ashley or his childhood best friend Y/N or how many care packages they sent filled with his favorite snacks. Eventually, the calls ended, and the snacks were eaten.

His birthday was around the corner, although he was surprised he even registered that it was close. He texted Y/N to see if maybe you would be able to fly down for a quick visit. He even offered to pay for your plane ticket and introduce her to Baz, one of your favorite directors. That morning while he was in hair and makeup, you texted back, “Get me a spot on the soundtrack, and you got a deal!”

He snorted at the reference to the joke you made when he told you that he got the part…after screaming and crying out of excitement and happiness for him. You were the first person he wanted to tell when he got the news. You had been the one that encouraged him to go for the part in the first place. It had become a tradition between the two of you. Celebrating each other’s big moments. He remembered the day you told him about your record deal. He always believed you had the talent to follow your dreams. Growing up, you always wrote poetry and bits of songs, and the two of you constantly played guitar and piano in your room. It was one of the few spaces he felt comfortable enough to be himself. You never got frustrated with his shyness or anxiety, even agreeing to play in the dark to make him feel more comfortable. When you won your first Grammy, he was in the crowd, clapping until his hands ached.

Your subsequent text made his heart sink. “In all seriousness, I wish I could be there for your b-day. (Don’t think I forgot!) But I’m in the middle of recording my next album and my producer is a workhorse. I’m so sorry, Aus.”

“It’s okay,” he texted back. “It’s just 29. Should be done with filming before I turn 30 and we can do that one big!”

You sent back thumbs-up and blue heart emojis, and he tucked his phone into his pocket. There was a small lump in his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment. The last thing he wanted to do was cry over something so dumb. Because it was dumb! People didn’t stop living their lives back home just because he was in Australia. Jobs had to be done, bills had to be paid, and his feeling homesick like a little kid didn’t change that. His sister had sent back a similar response when he asked if she could come for a visit. He told her he understood and to not worry about him.

“Are you all right, Austin?”

He opened his eyes to his makeup artist Trisha looking at him in the mirror. She had a gift for reading his moods. Sometimes, he wished she wasn’t so accurate. He shrugged and mumbled, “Just got a disappointing text from home.”

“Sorry to hear that,” she said. She stayed silent for a moment, brushing more bronzer onto his face. “Want to talk about it?”

The lump in his throat hurt to talk around. “Not really.”

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The day before his birthday, Baz picked Austin up at his apartment. He had a coffee waiting and was listening to the usual Elvis Presley playlist. He had long stopped being surprised by the Australian director’s eccentric nature. What surprised him was Baz didn’t drive them directly to set. Austin looked at the older man and asked, “Where we goin’?”

Baz just shrugged as he flipped on the turn signal. “The airport.”

This confused Austin. He tried to mask this by joking, “Is this your way of telling me I’m fired?”

That prompted a laugh out of Baz. “Nothing of the sort. I’m just picking up a friend. Flying them in for a special cameo for the film. I thought you’d like to tag along.”

“I’m not needed on set?”

“That is the beauty of being the director,” Baz replied with a grin. “I determine where you’re needed.”

Austin picked up the coffee Baz bought him and took a sip. “That’s not ominous at all, Mr. Luhrman.”

The two of you spent the rest of the drive discussing work. What Baz had planned, any concerns Austin may have, and what could be done to fix them. He loved working with Baz. He was unlike any director Austin had worked with previously. The man had a vision but never let that stop him from treating his cast and crew respectfully. Austin’s time in Hollywood had shown him what a rare quality that was in a director.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the Brisbane airport. Baz had been tight-lipped about who exactly they were coming to get. He was happy he took care of getting dressed this morning. The weather flipped down in the Southern Hemisphere, so he woke up to a cold snap that morning. He put on a navy cashmere sweater Ashley bought him before he left. The closer his birthday got, the more intense his homesickness felt.

Baz parked the car, and the two of them headed inside. They were stopped a couple of times by fans eager for a selfie or an autograph. Austin watched as a young woman told Baz how she was inspired by his work to go to film school. He gave her some words of wisdom and agreed to take a photo with her. It was touching to witness and a lesson on how to talk with fans. Finally, they arrived at the area where people waited for arrivals. Austin turned and asked, “Gonna let me in on who we’re meeting?”

Baz looked up from his phone and simply gestured in the distance. Austin turned to where Baz was pointing and thought his heart would stop. It was Ashley and Y/N! They were here in Australia! Austin turned back to Baz, who simply said, “Happy birthday, son.”

Austin wasted no time sprinting toward the two women. He pulled his big sister in for a hug first, squeezing her tight and saying through tears, “If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”

He felt Ashley rub his back. “This is very real, little brother. And you have Baz and Y/N to thank for all this.”

He pulled away from his sister to see you standing there. Your eyes were glassy with tears even as you joked, “Well if you weren’t going to get me on the soundtrack, I figured I had to do it myself.”

Austin choked out a laugh and picked you up, spinning you around and squeezing you tight. His nickname for you growing up was Tink because of your tiny frame and fiery temper. When he finally set you down, he looked down at you as you explained, “Me and Ashley have been worried about you lately. You seemed really blue. So, I did the L.A. thing: I had my people reach out to Baz’s people and ask if we couldn’t arrange a surprise for your birthday.”

By this point, Baz had joined all three of you. He clapped Austin on the back and said, “I know that the Method is all the rage in Hollywood, but I don’t see sense in tormenting yourself needlessly. We can put production on pause for a little bit. Spend some time with these beautiful women who love you very much.”

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That night, the three of you decided to stay at Ausitn’s place and order takeout later that evening. You were slightly more experienced with jetlag, but Ashley required a late afternoon nap. That gave the two of you time to catch up. Austin asked how work on your new album was going and just let your voice live and in person wash over him. You wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. Your hair was in a messy bun on top of your head, and your face was covered with one of those Korean skincare masks you loved. But to Austin, plain or dressed for a red carpet, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

He had always been a little in love with you. The timing never seemed to be on his side enough to make a move. As a teen, he was intimidated by your sudden rise to fame through MySpace. One day, you were posting songs you wrote, then suddenly, you had a record deal and were playing across the country. The last thing you needed was some awkward guy next to you whose biggest claim to fame was bit parts on iCarly and Hannah Montana.

As you both got older and started dating people, Austin figured maybe the two of you were meant to be just friends. He remembered watching a movie with that phrase as the title and the rant you went on after the movie ended.

“I swear to God,” you raged, “guys feel like just because they have feelings for a woman and treat her like a human being, that makes them entitled to sex with us! It’s disgusting! ‘Nice guys finish last’ is such misogynistic bullshit.”

You looked at him after finishing and squeezed his arm. “I’m so glad you’re not like that, Austin. You are rare among your gender.”

He never wanted to be that for you, either. He loved you as a person before he fell in love with you. The last thing he wanted was to be another creep trying to get into your pants. You had a long-term boyfriend, Trevor, who Austin could not stand. He was also a musician, and you met while on tour for your second album. It seemed like a match made in heaven. But Trevor had a nasty habit of comparing your careers, with his being more “legitimate” because he didn’t have to use the internet to become successful. It was a point he learned not to bring up around you or Austin unless he was ready for an argument to ensue.

“You know you’re going to have to introduce me to Tom Hanks,” you said, your eyes bright with excitement. “You know Forrest Gump is one of my favorite movies of all time. God knows how often I’ve watched Toy Story, Sleepless in Seattle, or You’ve Got Mail. I practically grew up with Tom Hanks!”

Austin grinned. “Ah, and so the true motivation for this trip emerges.”

“Oh, you were just a great bonus,” you teased as you removed your mask and massaged the excess product into your skin. “I’m here to see Woody.”

Austin laughed. Your presence melted away all of the angst he had been feeling lately. His whole body felt relaxed and at ease for the first time in months. At this moment, he didn’t have to worry about being ready for the set or rehearsing the same sequence for hours on end. He could just be Austin.

He reached out to squeeze your hand. You smiled and squeezed his back. His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you replied.

You reached out to pull his head down and kissed his forehead. He couldn’t stop himself from encircling your wrist with his hand as you did. You pulled away slightly, and for a moment, you both breathed the same air. Your eyes connected. It could be so easy. He could just lean forward and do what he had been dreaming about for ages. He rubbed your inner wrist and found a racing pulse. You were so close. But…he wouldn’t do that to you. Austin knew how you felt about cheating, no matter how innocent the act was.

He was the first to break the moment. Clearing his throat, he pulled away and said, trying to force a laugh, “Don’t let Trevor hear you say that. How’s he doing, by the way? Still on tour?”

Something fell over your eyes at that moment. Before he could question it, you laughed harshly and said, “Yup, still touring. I think he’s still pissed because I told him I didn’t want his help on my next album. He’s been weird since I helped improve one of his singles by making it a duet. So now he’s needlessly looking for “improvements” in my work.”

Leave his sorry ass, Austin wanted to snap. You’re twice the songwriter he will ever be, and you deserve someone who recognizes true talent. The words were on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he said, “I’m sorry. Maybe it’s just a rough patch?”

“Yeah, maybe,” you replied. “But…they seem to be coming more frequently here lately.”

Scrubbing your face, you jumped up and said, “Bleh, enough about Trevor. Let’s see if Ashley has recovered enough so we can order something to eat. I’m starving!”

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People could never say that Baz Luhrmann was a subtle man. For Austin’s birthday the following evening, he rented a restaurant with an adjoining karaoke bar. This surprise party had been well-planned. Catherine even decorated the space and ensured the manager secured any recording devices from non-guests. When the trio arrived, Austin hugged Baz and Catherine and thanked them for such kindness and generosity. Ashley wore a dusty rose off-the-shoulder dress with an A-line skirt that looked gorgeous. You looked stunning in a black cocktail dress inspired by Breakfast at Tiffany’s, complete with an updo and tiara. When you finally emerged from Austin’s bedroom, he mumbled, “Hello, gorgeous.”

You winked and said, “Thanks, but wrong movie.”

There was the usual dinner and giving of gifts. Baz, Tom, and others gave speeches, praising Austin so much that by the end, he was a puddle of tears and emotion. At the end of the dinner, he couldn’t say more than, “Thank you for all over this. Making this movie and being here with all of you has been one of the best experiences of my life. I will carry it with me and treasure it always.”

Once the dinner concluded, the party moved to the karaoke bar. Baz and you, as Austin figured, got along like a house on fire. Both of you were music nerds and kept trying to outdo each other in karaoke performances. You won the night with a spirited rendition of Tina Turner’s Proud Mary that saw your heels kicked into the crowd, your updo wholly wrecked, and Olivia holding your tiara as she screamed and cheered. As you exited the stage, Baz stood and bowed, saying, “I know when I’m beaten. Now, what’s this about you wanting to be on the soundtrack?”

A few others took turns on the stage. Dacre, Luke, and Adam tried to sing together to Billy Joel’s Uptown Girl. Tom and Rita sang I Got You, Babe before bidding everyone good night. Olivia, Ashley, Catherine, and you giggled through Wannabe by the Spice Girls. After the song ended, Olivia, Ashley, and Catherine teetered their way back off stage, but you remained. Putting a hand on your hip, you said into the microphone, “Mr. Butler…you are the only one who has not sung this evening. It’s time we fixed that. Get your ass up here!”

Everyone began chanting Austin’s name until he shrugged off his jacket and tie and joined you on stage. You had a look on your face that seemed both nervous and excited. Ever the performer, you turned back to the crowd and said, “Now, D.J., before you start the song we spoke about earlier, I wanna tell everyone here a little story about Austin and me.”

“Oh Jesus,” Austin said loud enough that the mic picked him up.

“Hush you,” you smacked his shoulder. “Anywho, me and Austin have a favorite pastime back home of watching bad movies together. It’s kind of like Mystery Science Theater 3000, snarking comments and all. Well, one of our favorites to watch is The Greatest Showman.”

This prompted boos and shouts from the crowd, to which you replied, “I know, I know. The movie made over a billion, and Hugh Jackman is your national treasure.”

You paused to allow people to cheer for their man before continuing, “But as an American…the movie is ridiculous. P.T. Barnum was a dick who did not deserve the talents of Mr. Hugh Jackman! But that soundtrack fucking rules! There would be nights when Austin and I couldn’t sleep, and we would drive around L.A. screaming that soundtrack at the tops of our lungs!”

You finally turned back to Austin, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. You smiled at him as your voice softened. “So we’re going to sing you of those songs tonight. Apologies in advance to Zendaya and Zac. May you never see this.”

Oh, Jesus…it was that song. You motioned for him to come closer. The butterflies were now a hurricane. He was about to sing a love song in front of a crowd of people to the woman he wanted more than anything. What could possibly go wrong?

“You know I want you,” Austin began, his voice shaky with nerves. “It’s not a secret I try to hide. I know you want me. So don’t keep saying our hands tied.”

A few people cheered, sensing his nerves. He grinned, and as the verse progressed, he felt his confidence growing. The two of you had watched this movie so many times, you began doing a facsimile of the scene from the film on stage. You kept your eyes downcast, your body turned away from him, as if you were fighting against this as much as you wanted to give in. At last, you came together at the end of the chorus, Austin going so far as to put his hand around your waist and tuck your hair behind your ear as he sang, “So why don’t we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight?”

You took the microphone from the stand and took a giant step back as the music continued. Austin could hear his heart pounding in his ears. The look in your eyes reminded him of the look from yesterday. You lifted the microphone and sang, “You think it’s easy? You think I don’t want to run to you? But there are mountains and there are doors that we can’t walk through.”

You began walking along the edge of the stage and gesturing to the crowd as you continued to sing. Austin followed you as he felt the desperation behind the song's words for the first time. As you sang the chorus to the audience, he led you back to the center of the stage. And what’s more, you let yourself be guided back. You placed the microphone as the chorus ended, and you both began belting the bridge.

“All I want is to fly with you! All I want is to fall with you! So just give me all of you…”

There seemed to be something in your voice as you sang of this being impossible. Was he making this up? Was it just the two of you committing to the bit, as it were? The edges started to blur for Austin. Were they blurring for you too?

“You know I want you,” you sang finally, your voice just as shaky as he was at the song's beginning. “It’s not a secret I try to hide. But I can’t have you. We’re bound to fate, and my hands are tied.”

Both of you were startled when everyone began cheering. In those brief moments, they seemed to fade into the background. Before Austin even had time to process what the hell happened, you said into the microphone, “And that’s enough from me. Austin, thank you for humoring me. Maybe we can get him to sing an Elvis song next?”

He was shell-shocked as you hurried off stage to rejoin Ashley and Olivia. He wanted to follow you. He wanted to take you somewhere quiet and private and ask a million questions. What did you mean by that song choice? Were you trying to tell him something? But before he could even think of what to do first, he heard the all-too-familiar chords of Jailhouse Rock blast from the speakers.

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A few days after you and Ashley returned to L.A., he got an email from his big sister. She had recorded your performance of Rewrite the Stars that night. The only text in the email stated, “If this is anything to go off of, I think you can, baby brother. Don’t waste this moment.”

Author’s Note: So…do we need a part two? Let me know down below! Likes, comments, and reblogs are cherished and adored.

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For the Heart

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: no not at all. This idea popped in my head at midnight the other night and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Prompt: You are Elvis Presley’s latest girlfriend. You are a new actor in Hollywood and fall head over heels with him on set and your whirlwind romance begins. | [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Sexxx. Cussing, masturbation, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, some spanking, dom!Elvis, unprotected p in v, cream pie, short time skips, inaccurate to Elvis timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors

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| Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Hi guys this is my first fic I’ve written in 8 years so I’m really nervous about it lol. But I really hope you do enjoy and like this story. Please feel free to comment and message me your thoughts I’d love the feedback! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

April 1967

You were laying in bed wrapped up in blankets, staring a hole into the ceiling. Glancing over at the clock, you see it's 1:30 am and let out a sigh. You know you should be fast asleep by now but you’re restless tonight. Being alone in Elvis’ room when he wasn't here was always so lonely and made this mansion seem so much bigger than it actually was.

The scent of him lingered in the primary suite and surrounded you like a warm blanket. Even when he wasn’t here, you felt his presence in the halls and wished he was here by your side now. You were so accustomed to staying up late hours with how Elvis lived his everyday rock and roll lifestyle. Sleeping all day and partying all night was something your system got used to so when he wasn't around and was shooting his next movie in Hollywood, your body would just naturally stay up missing those nights.

It was June of 1965 and you just turned twenty-one a few days ago. That was the day, you broke the news to your parents that you were ready to move to California and pursue your dreams of being an actor. They were stubborn and uncompliant at first, stating all the obvious things like, “you don’t know anyone there!” and “it’s too dangerous for a girl like you!” But you were determined, you were ready for the next step in your life, you couldn’t stay here and rot away. You booked your one-way ticket to Los Angeles International Airport and kissed your parents goodbye and stepped on that plane and knew your life will never be the same.

You would write to your parents every day about how great things were going and how the first time you stepped off the plane, you really felt at home. It was hard for them to let you go and move so far away from home. They thought you would be a Colorado girl forever but you were enthralled by movies and the dazzling lights of Hollywood. You knew from a very early age that was where you belonged. So after graduating high school, you took acting lessons, singing lessons, and anything else to make yourself a dynamic artist. You worked at the local diner working 6 days a week and saved half your tips into a jar you labeled, “for the city of angels.”

You hadn’t had much luck at first and naturally, you felt discouraged. As a new actor in Hollywood, this place scared you. The competition is fierce and the beauty is unmatched.

But of course, just as you’re ready to give up, someone notices you and you book a job. At first, you were getting little magazine jobs, modeling in the background of pictures, or getting background roles on tv shows. Things were really looking up as you were booking more and more consistently and your happiness grew.

At the start of 1966, you are gaining momentum in your career and actually getting speaking roles in tv and film! You can’t believe this is your life and you’re starting to earn a living this way. A few weeks into January, you get a call from your manager, Alan, that you just got booked for a new exciting film but you had to be discreet.

“Well, that’s amazing Alan! Can’t you tell me what it’s for?! You can’t just tell me you have good news but can’t even tell me what it is! I promise not to say a word!” Your heart is racing with anticipation. Could this be my big break? Would this completely change my path?

That’s putting it mildly.

“Okay okay y/n, I’ll tell you but you just can’t say anything yet. So that audition you did a few weeks ago, about the race-car driver and the girls trying to marry him, you got the part of one of the girls and- ”

“Oh my gosh seriously?! No way! This is the biggest speaking role I’ve ever gotten oh my gosh Alan this is amazing! But wait, why do I have to keep this hush-hush?”

Alan laughs, amused by the excitement in your voice, “Well I was trying to get to that but you got excited. Alright, the big part of this is who the lead is… it’s Elvis Presley y/n. You’re going to be in a movie with the Elvis Presley in Spinout!”

You jump up from the sofa and start to scream. You could not believe what he was telling you! All that work and all the times you felt like giving up were worth it.

You had loved Elvis for as long as you could remember. Your father absolutely hated when you would blast his records in the living room. He thought he was a terrible influence and was going to ruin society. You would just laugh at your father and play it over and over again not caring. You loved this man’s voice and the way he moved… you had no idea what was happening to your body but it was like you were mesmerized by his hips and the way he would move on the stage.

The stern conversation you got with your parents when you decided to sneak into the living room to watch him on TV with Sinatra. They were repulsed by that boy on television and catching you of all people watching it was just unbelievable to them. But you couldn’t care less. You really liked it. His energy and charisma was contagious and you could never get enough of him. This man had a way of drawing people in like a moth to a flame, irresistible in every way.

You'll never forget your first day on set and you were racked with nerves just before meeting Elvis. You checked your hair and makeup a million times in the mirror before you heard the knock on your trailer door. You opened the door and all you could see were those sparkling cobalt eyes looking back into yours.

The energy he possessed was so undeniably attractive and you tried to fight it in every way but your heart and your body got in the way of all of that. He greets you with so much kindness and charm you want to faint.

“Hi dear, I'm Elvis Presley, it's a pleasure to meet you. Can't wait to work with you these next few months,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You blush instantly and want to hide your face from him that this was the reaction he got out of you just from a ten second exchange! How the hell were you going to make it through your lines with him?!

He had the southern charm that made you smile whether you wanted to or not and showed so much kindness to everyone on set. But the way he would look at you in particular, was enough to make you a stuttering mess. Those deep blue eyes stared into yours and you knew you were doomed into falling in love with him.

He’d ask you to come and hang out with him in his dressing room between shots and just get to know you more. He made you feel calm, and at peace. He was a great listener and made you feel like he really cared about what you had to say.

That peace got placed on pause when his body touched yours. Whether it was a hug or when he put his hand on your thigh, your heart pounded in your ears and you couldn’t help but want him more than anything. He had so much sexual energy that you couldn't fight and he knew it. You weren’t oblivious that this was the man that millions of women fawned over and threw themselves at him any chance they got. He was no angel but it didn’t bother you too much. It came with the territory and knew there was nothing you could do about it.

In those alone moments, Elvis made you feel like the only girl on this planet and you just loved it. It was like a dance you two had. He’d touch your hand and you’d touch his hand back. He’d brush you hair off your face and you’d reach over and touch his perfect face, pretending he had a crumb on it or something. It never failed to send a thrill through you and you could tell he loved it when you would touch him so gently. The crew could tell he favored giving attention to you and would tease you about it. You would act as if you had no idea what they were talking about but you knew you two had an attraction for each other like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.

A month into you being on set with Elvis, one night in his dressing room, he pulls you in close and asks you to be his girlfriend. You smile the biggest smile you’ve ever made in your life and whisper yes. He pulls you into his arms and gives you this deep passionate kiss that makes you melt into him. You’ve never felt so happy.

Those beautiful memories of your lover snap you back to reality making you realize it's another night of being by yourself. What you would give to go back a year and revisit those moments together. A tinge of sadness strikes your heart but Elvis was almost done filming his latest picture. He’d be home in 5 days and you could not wait. It had been a long three months since you saw him and you missed him so much.

Being in his arms felt like home and you longed for that. He’d make a point to call you every night and tell you how the day went and ask you what you have been up to. He’d ask you what the latest auditions you’ve gotten and if you’ve booked anything on the horizon. You two would talk for hours, pouring each other's hearts out to one another and longing for the day you get to see one another.

Between juggling your schedule with acting and modeling gigs that would take you all over the country, you also have a boyfriend on the other side of the country filming his movies and trying your best to prioritize each other. It was really hard to have a perfectly balanced life. Not that you’d ever complain, but you knew this was not a normal relationship. You were dating Elvis Presley. The King of rock and roll. There was bound to be some difficulties.

You'd occasionally send him a polaroid of yourself in some scandalous lingerie and hope he wouldn't forget he has a girl at home waiting for him. You knew you were young and he may want someone else to fill that void in his heart but for the meantime, you tried not to think of that.

You missed his lips, and how soft and plump they felt on your skin. How large his hands felt when he was grabbing your hips forward to grind on his hard erection. You missed having your brains fucked out of you anytime you wanted and how he would cuddle you after drifting to a deep sleep together.

Getting up out of bed, you turn on the lamp and go to the sofa across the room and pick up some magazines that were left on the coffee table. You flipped through a fashion one but it couldn’t keep your attention so you went to grab another one. There on the front cover was Elvis’ gorgeous smile. You melt and just wish those gorgeous eyes were looking at yours in real life.

You flip through the page and start reading through the article about him about the latest project and the songs he's going to be recording for the picture. The picture they took for the feature made him look so good. You could swear his face was sculpted by the gods themselves. He was the most perfect-looking man you’ve ever seen and wanted him here, taking care of you in every way imaginable.

You lean back on the sofa and sighed, feeling so needy for his touch and his-

God, what a wreck you've become. You felt ridiculous needing a man this way but you couldn’t help it. This was the longest amount of time you two had spent away from each other and your body was so used to having him any time you wanted. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew all the ways to get a rise out of you. Each time he would take you, it felt so passionate, so intense, you couldn’t believe that a man could make love to you like this.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to overshadow any logical thoughts. You lift your nightgown up just above your matching panties and start to think of how good Elvis’ hands would feel on you right now. Looking back at the magazine, his eyes burn into yours and your need for him takes over your whole body.

You gently start rubbing your clit over your panties and let out a sigh. Flashbacks from passionate nights that seemed like eons ago come back to you so clearly.

His sexy deep voice whispering in your ear telling you how much he loves you and all the things he wants to do to you. You roll your hips into your fingers putting more pressure on your clit and let out a soft moan. Your wetness starts to pool and your heartbeat starts to rise. “Elvis,” you moan out needing him more than anything right now. The idea of his cock deep in your pussy has you rolling your eyes back and makes you desperate for something inside you.

You push your panties to the side and feel how wet you’ve become and run your index finger up and down your folds. You keep spreading the wetness and you lean your head back ready to slip a finger inside yourself. You start to inch your finger in slowly when you hear a voice behind you.

“Well, hello darlin’.”

Elvis utters under his breath, just a few feet behind the sofa.

Oh shit.

You jump at the sound of his voice completely shocked he’d even be here. Even more embarrassed that he might have walked in on you touching yourself.

Your heart was beating through your chest and couldn't figure out what your next move would be. You quickly straighten out your nightgown and stand up and face him behind the couch.

The sly smile on his face makes you blush and you run around the sofa and jump up and hug him, wrapping your legs around his torso. The feeling of him wrapping you up in his arms and hugging you tight makes you the happiest you’ve felt in months.

He breaks the hug and looks at your face, taking you all in, “I’ve missed you, honey.” He presses his lips onto yours and you feel the passion seeping through. You grab him by the back of the back neck to deepen the kiss and your tongue starts to explore his mouth. You feel a smile start to form on his face.

“Well someone missed me,” he chuckles and sets you back down on the ground.

“Yes of course honey,” you laugh with him, slightly breathless. “I had no idea you were coming home so early! This is the best thing I could have imagined. I’ve missed you so much honey I can’t even begin to tell you.” You reach up and grab his face to give him another kiss, showing him how much you needed him. Elvis takes you by the hand to lead you around the sofa to sit down next to him.

You sit down and feel the wetness that has pooled down to your panties. You breathe in sharply and shift in your seat to not make it too noticeable how uncomfortable you were. Elvis sits next to you and puts his hand on your upper thigh. The coolness of his rings pressing into your soft flesh drives you mad.

He brushes your long blonde hair behind your ear and runs his hand over your back and rests it just above your ass.

“Whatcha been doing while I’ve been gone, baby? Have you been stayin’ good for me?” he looks deep into your eyes and you can’t look away. It’s like he knows every last thought you’ve been having over the last ten minutes. Your breathing starts to pick up again and you give him your best innocent eyes and reach up to touch his face.

“Oh, honey, of course I’ve been good for you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about though honey. Missing your beautiful face.”

“Mmm, me too doll me too. You’re all I think about too…” He trails off and plants a kiss right on your jawline making you take in a sharp breath. He inches his hand further up your thigh and scrunches the fabric of your gown up exposing your panties.

“Now, tell me hon, what were you doing just before I came in…” He puts another kiss on your neck this time, making you fall apart at the seams already. You're so touch deprived you can’t believe how easily you’re coming apart for him.

“Oh nothin’ baby, I was just r-reading some magazines and stuff… that’s all baby. I couldn't sleep. How was your flight over here? Was it ok?” You say, trying to change the subject quickly.

“Flight was fine baby. We can catch up later but right now, I’m just more curious about what you were doing with that magazine with my face on it.” He says slyly, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I was just reading the articles and going through the pictures and was about to try to head to bed again, that’s all dear.” You say trying to not maintain eye contact but his gaze is magnetic and you stay looking at him. You know he can see through your lie and the blood rushes to your face and your ears. His hand is still on your upper thigh and he starts to rub his thumb in slow circles, just inches from your panty line. You shift a bit, needing to move and desperate to make him drop the topic.

“Come on honey, let's go to bed. You must be exhausted after working so much and your long flight over here. What pajamas do you want to wear tonight I'll go grab them.” You start to get up on your feet but feel Elvis’ hands grab your hips, sitting you back down roughly.

He gives a slight chuckle and moves to sit on the edge of the coffee table and faces you.

“I know you’re lying to me, lil mama. Why do you want to lie to me?” He places both of his hands on the top of your thighs and waits for your answer. Slowly he moves his hands to the inner parts of your legs and applies pressure with his thumbs just inches away from your core.

“Honey… no please I’m so embarrassed. I don’t want you to know what I was doing. I have not been good for you.” You whine, leaning in to kiss him again but he leans back and turns his face away from you.

“Uhuh honey, no lyin’ to me,” he says and spreads your legs apart for him. You freeze, so overwhelmed by his bold move. He has never called you out like this and your whole body is on edge. “I know you’ve been lying to me. I saw your head leaned back, fingers in your panties wishing it was me teasing you instead. I just know you’ve been wanting my cock so bad and can’t help touching yourself over the thought.”

“Please baby… stop I can’t… I’m sorry.” You say grabbing onto his hands wanting him to move his hands up higher to touch your throbbing core. He doesn’t move though. He sees what you’re trying to do and is more stubborn than anyone else on this earth. He always gets what he wants and he knows it.

“No, you don’t get to move my hands or have any other part of me until you tell me exactly what you were wanting before I walked in here. You need to show me exactly what you need.” All you can do is shake your head no.

“That’s not the answer I wanted,” he growls in your ear and lifts your night gown off your body. He hooks his finger on the sides of your panties and tears them off your hips leaving you completely exposed. You don’t move. He has never done anything like this and the possessiveness is rolling off of him in heat waves and consuming you whole.

He grabs you by the ankles, bends your legs up, and plants your feet on the sofa spreading you wide. Your heart is pounding and you can’t control the gasps that are coming out of you. He continues to look at you like he can devour you whole and has a tight grip on your ankles, his rings digging into your skin.

”So, you want to be difficult and stubborn hmm? Then I’ll just leave this pussy throbbing and needy for me. I’m not giving in until you show me, honey.” You can’t help but moan in frustration and you want him to help you get what you need. The release you've been craving for months, the one that has been keeping you up at night was ready to explode. And now that he’s here in front of you, you are desperate.

“Baby, please I need you so bad. I want your hands all over me and making me feel so good. I was thinking about all the times you’ve made me cum all over that cock and how you are the only man that can fuck me right. I’ve needed you for months now,” Your hand slowly makes its way to that bundle of nerves, and the feeling of how wet you’ve gotten drives you crazy.

Elvis’ eyes are locked onto you slowly rubbing circles on your clit and moany breaths are slipping out of your lips as you are thankful for the friction and needing some release.

“Mmm yes, honey I like that. Keep touching yourself. Tell me what else you need from me. I promise I’ll give it to you but I need to see it first.” He tightens the grip on your ankles and leans in closer, getting a better look at your dripping cunt.

“Goddamn baby, you are so fucking wet. I could just eat all that cream that’s coming out of you. You look absolutely delicious.” He lets out a sigh and you pick up the pace of your fingers on your clit. The sound of how wet you are is driving him over the edge and you see his dick twitch.

“God Elvis please I need all of you inside me. I want to feel you shoot your hot load deep inside of me. I have been thinkin’ about it for weeks and weeks. Please baby don’t make me beg anymore.” You say moaning louder and louder. He’s still not budging and know your words just aren't going to do the trick.

Slight anxiety runs through you as you've never done this in front of him. Taking a deep breath in, you decide to slip your middle finger inside yourself and throw your head back with the feeling of getting something inside you. It’s not quite as satisfying as what you really need but it helps take care of that need.

You hear Elvis moan, watching you intently. This reaction out of him just makes you pump your finger in and out of yourself at a steady pace. The wet squelching sounds come out of your pussy louder the faster you go. You start to whine and your eyes open, drifting to examine all of Elvis’ reactions to you.

His breathing becomes labored and starts to moan out “oh fuck,” the more you finger yourself. Your eyes continue looking down at him and look at how good he looks in his button up shirt, chest exposed, tailored slacks and down to the blue argyle socks on his feet. The buttons being undone to the middle of his torso made him look irresistible. This bold fashion choice makes you want him so much more. The slightest thing he does or depending on what he’s wearing can make him drip in sexual charisma and it was your weakness. Your eyes go lower and see the erection forming in his pants. Biting your bottom lip, you want him more than ever. It always shocked you how big he really was. It had been a while since you saw him naked and your eyes couldn’t help but stare at how thick and long he was.

You kept staring at that perfect cock and slip a second finger inside you, curling them inside and moan louder loving how it feels.

“E-Elvis, please baby I’m begging you. I need that hard cock inside me. Please, honey, I need you to feel how tight I am for you.” A moan comes out of you that is full of frustration and need.

You can’t keep this going for long because your coil is about to snap. A few more pumps from your fingers and you cum all over your fingers and watch as milky cum pools on the sofa. You gasp for air and feel your pussy clenching your fingers. Elvis can’t tear his eyes off of you, mesmerized by how your pussy is clenching around your fingers. He pulls your fingers out of you and picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He starts walking over to the bed in long, quick strides.

“Woah, honey! What are you doing?! Put me down!” you scream not knowing what he has in store. His hand smacks your ass hard, sending a shock through your entire body.

“This is for being so difficult and stubborn you naughty girl. I could have been inside you ten minutes ago. Could have been cumming around me instead of your little fingers.”

He goes for another spank and this time a moan slips out and he throws you on the bed, your hands catching the fall. You’re left on you hands and knees and feel Elvis’ arm wrap around your torso, stilling you.

Leaning over and pushing away the hair that has fallen in your face, Elvis’ whole presence is commanding the room and you don’t dare to move.

“Tell me mama, are you going to be good for me or going to continue to be a bad girl?” He rubs your ass slowly waiting for the answer.

You turn your head, looking at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be good baby I swear,” you pant, waiting anxiously for his next move.

Elvis spanks you again and flips you over in one swift motion. “Mmm, good girl. Now honey, how hard was that? Telling me exactly what you wanted.” His hands trail across your face, drifting further down to your chest and squeezing your breasts. You let out a muffled moan, still waiting to see what he was going to do next. His eyes make their way to your leaking cunt and grunts when his thumb makes contact with your wet throbbing clit. “God, you were so sexy ‘bout to lose my goddamn mind watching you do that to yourself. And all over the sight of me?”

He gets up off the bed and takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor. He’s standing tall, looking absolutely gorgeous at the end of the bed all sun kissed from the California sun. He looks down at his crotch then back up to you. Examining you like prey laid out on the bed.

“Look what you’ve done to me, honey. Made this cock so hard and hungry for you. Are you ready for me? Ready to make you mine again?”

You sit up and continue to look at his erection. You have no words and all you can do is nod.

Unbuttoning his pants, you slowly pull his zipper down. Grabbing the sides of his pants by the waistband, you slip his pants off his hips and watch his cock spring free. A moan comes out of you and can’t help but touch him. The veins protruding on his shaft and how red his tip was, was driving you mad.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, thinking Elvis can't hear you.

“You like what you see honey? See what you've done to me?”

“Mmhm, I should do it more often,” you say coyly and place your hand around his shaft. He looked huge in your small hand and your body shakes in anticipation.

You like the feeling of how warm it is in your palm and want to lick up the precum that is leaking out of his tip. You slowly pull his foreskin back and rub his head, spreading the warm liquid all over him and start to jerk him off slowly. He throws his head back with a sigh and moans the more you move your hand along.

Suddenly, he grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back and arches your body towards him at the edge of the bed. His cock resting between your breasts, his heat burning into your chest. His eyes are so full of lust and power, there’s no way you can resist him.

“Oh, lil mama I’m gonna make you cum over and over for me. I’ve been needing you so bad. Been waking up in the middle of the night with my cock so hard wishing I could put it in this perfect pussy of yours.”

You start begging and clawing at his arms to give you the attention you need. He lets go of your hair and lays you back down on the bed. Picking you up by your hips, Elvis pulls your body to the edge of the bed and rests his cock on top of you stomach. He takes his left hand and grabs both of your wrists and raises them above your head. You’re completely at his mercy and can’t move with how strong he is. Slowly, he starts to jerk himself with his other hand, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds, putting more pressure on your clit knowing how it sends you over the edge.

“Are you ready for me lil’ mama? Hmm? Ready to be a good girl for me and take this dick?” he moans, teasing your entrance with just the tip.

“E… please I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me,” you whine with no ounce of control left in your system.

He lines himself up with you again and slowly pushes himself in you.

The feeling of him stretching you is so overwhelming and you try to claw at the blankets underneath you, needing to release this pain but pleasure that is building up inside of you.

His eyebrow furrows and his mouth makes a delicious O shape and lets out a deep guttural moan. “Goddamn it baby you’re so tight, squeezing me so hard already. It's been too long since I fucked you,” he leans down and kisses you roughly on the mouth.

Your entire body is shuttering from the sensations you are feeling. You want more of him but know your body just isn’t ready for it and Elvis knows to take it slow with you. He pulls out of you and shoves two fingers inside you, curling them and hitting that spot that only he can. You feel like you can cum again but you do everything to try and wait to have him feel it when he's inside of you. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you making you even wetter than you ever thought you could become.

“Mmm yes, baby you’re almost ready for me. You feel so good,” he praises and proceeds to slip in a third finger inside your dripping cunt.

You moan out in ecstasy and start to grind yourself into his fingers, his rings hitting your clit every time you move your hips down to meet the rhythm he has made. He starts to show that crooked smile you love so much and you look down to see his throbbing cock, the tip glistening with your juices.

“Get back inside me baby, please I need it,” you say as you lean your head back in the blankets arching your back slightly showing him how bad you need this. Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and enters you once again. This time he does side in easier but is still very taught around his girth.

Elvis’ moans fill the suite followed by expletives muttered under his breath. The look in his eyes was pure fire. He could never get enough of you and how you took him so well. He starts to move his hips more, testing out the waters to see what you wanted the most tonight. He puts his free hand underneath the small of your back lifting you up making you arch a bit. Taking on this new angle, it sends you to the heavens. Just when you think that’s as good as it can possibly feel, he bottoms out and fills you completely. He doesn’t move for a while, letting your body adjust to his size. The rhythm he sets is achingly slow but you relish of how great it feels.

He kisses you deeply and moves his mouth to your breasts. He starts sucking on the sides of them knowing how sensitive they can be in those spots. As he continues to suckle welts into your breasts, he starts to move in and out of your pussy with a steadier tempo. With how much stimulation you are receiving, you can’t hold back the moans and the screams that are coming out of your mouth.

Elvis gives your breasts one final suck and pulls away from your upper body and proceeds to fuck you, leaning back a bit as he watches how your pussy consumes his cock whole.

“God baby you look so good. Taking my cock so well even after all this time,” he teases and lifts both of your legs onto his shoulders.

“How does this feel honey? Do you like it when I rearrange your guts? Making this pussy cum all over me hmm?” He moves his hips with more vigor and is hitting your G spot every single time. You groan out in pleasure, needing more time to get more adjusted to the position but love how deep he is. He’s relentless. He keeps pounding into you harder and harder watching you fall apart at the seams.

“Elvis! E-E-Elvis I’m so close oh god please,” you beg over and over like he’s your saving grace. A few more thrusts and you were seeing stars behind your eyelids. You scream his name over and over, unable to control your body or your mind. He tries to keep this pace but your pussy was squeezing him so tight he was starting to lose control and loved how you felt around his cock. You continue to squeeze him, unable to think clearly about anything else.

“Oh fuck yes honey keep cumming all over me. I don’t want you to stop,” he groans over you. The sound of him and his words keep you on your high and you don’t want this to end. You feel completely out of your body and start to shake from so much stimulation.

He’s not done with you and you know it. Elvis squeezes your thighs with his massive hands and uses them as leverage and pounds into you faster, chasing his high you know is coming soon. “Honey, look at me. I want you to cum one more time before I do,” he pants looking down at you in a sexed out daze. You squeeze your eye shut tight, not knowing how much more you can take. You start to protest, “oh God honey I- I-I can't!”

He never takes no for an answer so you knew he wasn’t going to like hearing what you had to say. He only heard a challenge and he loved a challenge.

“Oh, I know you can baby. Fall apart for me again and then I’ll fill you to the brim with my cum.” He spits on his hand and slowly starts rubbing your clit in circles and you can feel the heat in your belly roar. You can’t even look at him anymore, your body feels so weak all you can do is wraith in pleasure on top of the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the covers each time he thrusts into you and rubs your swollen bud.

Elvis’ tempo is becoming more and more erratic and your coil is about to snap again. Applying more pressure to your clit you know that’s it and you see stars once again and it was somehow even more intense than the first one. You scream out once again and hear Elvis moan too.

But something feels different this time. Your orgasm continues but there is so much more pressure you feel in your stomach you don’t understand what is happening. Elvis continues to pound the shit out of you and before you know it, a warm liquid is shooting out of you, spraying the base of Elvis’ cock and his lower tummy.

You have no control over what’s happening. You keep screaming out and feel another large spray come out of you making Elvis growl and moan out your name. “Oh god yes y/n. God you feel so good.”

His hips begin to stutter and you watch as he leans his head back to the ceiling, “Aw hell mama, I’m gonna cum oh fuuuuckk,” he moans and you feel his cock twitch over and over again inside you. Feeling his thick cum spraying your walls and seeing him chase the high he's been waiting to get is the hottest thing you could ever witness. He places his hand up your throat, giving it a light squeeze as he slows his pace and his pulsating dick finally stops.

He pulls out of you, lets go of your wrists that he's been keeping in his grasp, and gets on top of your chest. Both of you breathing erratic and heavy. You are left breathless and completely fucked out of your mind. You have no idea what to say as you realize you have no idea what liquid just came out of you not once, but twice.

Holy shit what was that? Did I just pee on him? Oh god I’m so embarrassed… Could I have squirted? You had heard of stories of people having the most intense orgasm that they can squirt as a result of it. But you never thought you would be able to do it!

Elvis looks up at you, sweat dripping from his brow, and giving you the most sensual smile. You start to get self-conscious and don’t know what to say.

“Honey I- I-... I’m so sorry about that I have no clue what was happening I made you an absolute mess I'm sorry,” you trail off, not wanting to look at the reaction on his face.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Oh woah woah honey no need to be upset. Why would I be mad at that?” he pulls you onto your side and holds you in your arms. “Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. God I could watch that for hours it was so good baby.” You look up at him with a sly smirk and can’t help but giggle. “Really baby? Didn’t make you wish you hadn't come home early?” Elvis smiles that’s boyish grin he always does and grabs you closer. Squeezing you by the ass and makes you look at him as he places his other hand on your jaw.

“Baby you squirting was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And quite frankly, I’m gonna want to make you squirt like that again and again from here on out,” he says grabbing your face and planting a heated kiss on your lips. You knew he was telling the truth and all your insecurity was washed away. You break away and grab his face, “It was the most insane, intense feeling I have ever had, E. I had no clue I could even do that,” you exclaim and feel the smile expanding over your face.

“Me either honey,” he chuckles, “Just another way I can make you a huge mess for me,” he moans into your mouth, going in for another kiss.

“I missed you so much E. This was the greatest surprise I could have ever gotten.” You trail your hands up and down his chest, feeling the warm sweat linger there. This was the most passionate lovemaking you’ve had in ages and you feel like your high off of his dick.

“Come on honey, let's go downstairs and make you something to eat.” He pulls you up by the hand and gets you up off the bed.

“E, I’ve already eaten dinner hours ago. It’s 2:30 in the morning,” you say glancing over at the clock.

“ Well, darlin’...” He pulls you in close, pressing his body to yours feeling the heat roll off of him. “I hate to tell ya, but I am nowhere close to being finished with you. I have so many different ways I want to make you cum for me,” he says seductively, biting his lower lip sending an electric shock wave through your entire system.

“...fuck…” you whisper into his chest, your thoughts begin to race and your heart starts to hammer away in your chest.

“Well, in that case, I think I'll take one of your famous peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches you love so much.” you giggle softly and reach for another kiss.

“Coming right up, baby. I love you so much y/n.” He looks at you and takes you all in.

“I love you too E,” you whisper, hoping that all of this would never end.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the door, wrapping your robe around your shoulders and helps you put your arms through. He puts his on too and you both sneak down stairs giggling like little school girls.

Sitting at the kitchen table, you take this moment in. Enjoying your little slice of heaven.

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"Lightbeam" Fic Notes

Pretend I posted this *checks watch* two days ago when I finished Lightbeam. I got busy lol and I was playing Stardew Valley.

Epilogue Life:

:) You’ll have to wait

Chapter 1:

⦁ This fic was originally written back in February after Embrace the Blame in preparation for the Bang. TLDR is we needed to have the fics ready early so the artists could then illustrate them, so I just wanted to write the whole thing at once because that’s how my projects work. I actually finished Embrace the Blame a few days before I posted the final chapter(s) because I had been posting it on a schedule and I could just continue using that as I worked on this to make the gap in my posting overall smaller. I think it actually took me like two weeks to write this, which is why there was a week and a half between the end of EtB and start of MMaM (and of course I had to write MMaM some too, but I already wrote the first few chapters ages ago). It’s also why there was almost two weeks between Start Your Engine finishing and Our Love Is God starting. I wrote the entire rough draft in February, and during that break I edited and finalized the fic for posting in May. I also just had a lot going on then, but yeah this fic has been slotted in between my others over the last few months.

⦁ Adora’s father’s information was left blank because she was an immaculate conception. More on this will be explored in the sequel fic <3

⦁ Norwyn is officially unnamed in the reboot I think but he’s one of the higher-ups at Mystacor. In the OG he was Shadow Weaver’s mentor.

⦁ Adora’s weather powers come up a lot in the first few scenes and I wish I had more “diversity” in magical incidents, but the problem is, as outlined later in the fic, Adora has no idea the stuff she’s doing (see: her coffee) and the weather stuff is pretty much the only consistent thing she has identified as maybe her fault. There was initially also mention of a drowning incident she miraculously survived when learning how to swim that even she knew was weird, but it ended up cut for flow.

⦁ In general, magic is normal, inevitable, and accepted, but there are still some “normie” communities that pop up in small pockets and want nothing to do with, say, a lesbian drowning the upper east side by accident on a Wednesday afternoon because she’s sad. Legally they can’t do anything to “discriminate”, but it’s a culture thing. Catra faced constant bullying and Adora was only safe because she didn’t even know if she had magic. Weaver moved there after getting cursed from her own incompetence because they easily believed the story that someone else cursed her and welcomed her in as a victim with open arms. Her understanding along with rejection of magic made her the perfect person to point to justify their ignorance (see, even a once-sorceress can be turned on and reject magic when she realizes the dangers. Etc). The main reason she moved there was just because there was less magic in the area, though (part of the reason a normie community popped up there), so it made it easier to manage her curse because it was weakened.

⦁ Oh boy, the Whispering Woods section. So first, I should say the version in the fic is pretty much what I originally outlined. The only big difference was Adora was supposed to find out about Razz from her research and went seeking her out rather than going there following her “mom.” I couldn’t figure out what that research would look like, though, so I went with the mom thing because that aligned with her backstory. My big problem was that I got a new idea once I got to writing the woods and the new idea was bad but it felt like reversing progress to go back to the original thing. The new idea was that Mara was an ancient She-ra who fell in love with Light Hope and, in her grief when Light Hope died, accidentally transformed her soul into a guardian spirit who would watch over future She-ras and “keep them safe” so they don’t get in a position where they, yknow, accidentally warp time and space and the laws of physics again. Light Hope was the one who actually sent the lightning, sent Catra, and protected Adora when she was drowning when she was seven. Adora would find the hut, would talk in circles with Razz, spot Catra who immediately fled, and get so frustrated and sad it started pouring rain, which forced Catra to flee back in through the window and into Adora’s arms for safety from Razz but she refused to change back because she was mad at her. While waiting out the storm, Adora eventually had the idea to google guardian spirits, found different methods for getting in contact with them, and tried meditation. This is around when I realized this whole set-up was bust, but the idea was going to be that she got in contact with Light Hope, had her powers she wasn’t in touch with explained to her, and told Light Hope to stop the wrath of god shit. Light Hope’s existence kind of wiped out everything I had planned for what was supposed to be the actual fic with her learning her powers. This new backstory changed everything and ruined what I actually wanted to write about, so I went back to my original outline. It’s way better for it and it meant I actually got to do the slow discovering and mastering of her powers I had planned, but boy can it be a struggle to dig yourself out of a hole and lose “progress”.

⦁ Catra eating the pie was actually a joke from before I started working on the fic. The original joke was that she was legitimately visiting the woods just to “steal” food from Razz and this was a thing she did on the weekends sometimes because they all lived nearby. Razz was fine with sharing with her cat “guest” in this version and seemed oblivious to the fact she was a person. This got changed because 1) Even if I changed it so they were all living near the woods and there weren’t barriers to Catra and Adora spending time together early on when she’s reluctant, that then posed the question of why the hell Adora hadn’t tried visiting her mom’s place already if it was easily accessible, 2) while I think Catra taking the pie once she knows about it is in character, her ever wandering through the woods enough to even find Razz to steal from wasn’t, so the basic set up didn’t really work, 3) the final version, with Adora’s powers going haywire and bringing her there, is way more impactful and in line with the fic’s story. It gives Catra a motivation to keep in contact with Adora after this point and illustrates definitively just how powerful Adora’s powers can be when she’s still in denial about the “warping the fabric of reality” thing.

⦁ Agatha Trunchbull was the basically demonic head mistress in Matilda, which, from my understanding, had a fucking torture closet she would lock kids into, in addition to regularly assaulting them like when she clobbered a massive serving tray over a kids head. I haven’t actually read the book, I just knew someone who liked it growing up and I went to the wikipedia to be sure when I went for the reference.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Adora’s spiraling and exaggerating, but empaths do need to actually hold the hand of someone and open their heart to feel their energy, so Adora isn’t likely to ever cause an accidental concussion as long as she’s careful about who she holds hands with.

⦁ “Catra sends her a condescending look that makes Adora blush for some reason.” It’s because you like belittling, idiot.

⦁ Catra’s kitten form is partially a result of trauma and partially natural self-defense. Having such a small form allowed her to hide and slip away when she needed safety from Weaver/bullies/etc. The trauma getting a little better is why she was able to “grow up” a little but she was right that it’s permanent in the sense she will never be able to have an adult form.

⦁ The meditation was actually a lot more helpful than Adora gave it credit for, but again, lack of self-awareness.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Adora’s whole thing about “oh, I’ve never actually experienced this thing I’ve heard talked about” is definitely a realization I’ve had a few times in my life, usually in some medical context though, like when I found out I’d never had an actual runny nose because I’d never breathed through my nose before.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Catra is being especially cuddly as a cat because it’s an “acceptable” way to get snuggled up close so she can then transform and properly cuddle Adora.

⦁ Catra showing up at her door as a cat was literally just because I wanted an excuse to write more kitten!Catra I was ready to be done with her yet lol.

⦁ I’m planning to write a sequel fic set a few years down the line once Catra and Adora are married, but as you know if you’ve been following my Tumblr, I have like three active WIPs demanding attention, so that’s going to have to wait.

⦁ This isn’t related to the fic so much, but this was my first time ever doing a fandom event! There’s definitely zines and stuff I would have wanted to participate in before but I only ever learn about these things after they’re already over lol. I loved being part of this Bang and oh my god do I love the illustrations so much Karo did an INCREDIBLE job. I knew I wanted to participate in the Bang the second I heard about it, but picking a fic was hard. I really wanted to write something in canon but didn’t think any of my current OotW ideas would be long enough for the word count requirement. At that time, I had a canon divergent AU ready to go, but it was Make Me A Monster and I wanted to do something happy so… yeah that was a no go lol even if someone might have wanted to draw the cybernetics. Lightbeam ended up being the perfect option because it was 1) fairly short for an AU but long enough to meet the requirement and post over the week, 2) light-hearted, 3) had plenty of scenes I thought someone might want to illustrate between Adora’s powers and kitten!Catra, 4) I’ll be honest, it kind of felt full circle, because…

⦁ At the start of this year I posted freak occurrence: confluence as a celebration of over three years of posting Catradora fics and finally getting to my fics being 1% of the entire Catradora tag on AO3 (next goal is 1% of the SPOP tag — JOKE THIS IS A JOKE THAT’S NEVER HAPPENING). It featured tons of my Catradora couples from various AUs — including one AU that hadn’t been posted yet. I’d had the freak occurrence fic idea for three years, so whenever I came up with a new AU I’d picture its Catradora in that scenario, which meant I’d already thought about what Lightbeam’s couple would do in that scenario even though I hadn’t written it yet. Getting to post it as part of the Bang was so exciting and I hope it lived up to expectations! The version that was featured in that fic was a few years older, when Adora had a better grip on her magic, but you’ll see a bit of that in the sequel fic.

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Upcoming:

I have a one shot I’m probably going to post in the next couple days and then I’m aiming for Slipstream (my hacker AU) but uh….. Something is coalescing that may also demand attention. Stay tuned ig lol

#lightbeam #fic notes #ficmeta

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akookminsupporter · 1 year

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Unrelated to anything just late night thoughts. I’ve been into bts for a while now, and it has always been about them for me. Obviously while watching their content I’ve gotten to know more about their culture and stuff, but I’ve never really delved further into the Korean culture nor the k-pop world, something that now I wish I had since I think it makes you look at things differently and more clearly. I mean, the k-pop world is as fucked up as any other music industry in any other country, even if it doesn’t seem like it at first glance, which makes me appreciate bts even more for whom they’ve come to be in an industry that’s very… constructed and harsh (to put it nicely). And not only that, but also for the fact that it’s thanks to them and other artists like them that the new generation of groups Can more easily navigate that world and be more open/honest, with themselves and with their fans (to some extent). These thoughts honestly came to me as a chain of events. I had just finished the Netflix show “Beef” (watch it if you haven’t is really good), and one of the main characters is a Korean male, and in one of the episodes there’s a suicide reference, and after finishing the series I don’t know why I wanted to check what was the suicide rate in Korea and oh boy… I wasn’t expecting it to be so bad but honestly I’m not that surprised either. But again, these are the things you don’t see when you just focus on the good stuff I guess. When looking at the suicide data I came across some idol suicides and I… it just really got to me. I mean, I was just watching a Jimin v-log from 2018 when he was reflecting about losing himself, the members having all their own issues and some feelings of the band loosing their focus — a v-log uploaded just a couple of months after Shinee member Jonghyun had committed suicide, an event that I know/feel that had some sort of effect on the band too. The stuff that happens around us, in our environment and in our social groups, even if these aren’t things directly linked to us, they can affect us, and the boys aren’t the exemption of that. I know the boys have said in the past that they try to show us their good parts, because they want to make us happy, and even though I appreciate that, I really wish and hope they aren’t suffering too much in silence. There is too much hate in this world, and there is too much hate online. Too much unnecessary shit honestly. All that mess and hate about fandoms is just ridiculous and harmful, specially if you don’t know what a person is going through behind their public image. And coming here to tumblr and seeing the back and forth between accounts is also so pointless. I know this post is all over the place but I guess that’s exactly how I was feeling rn and I just wanted to let it out. We need more love and understanding in this world. Wish you and your fam are doing fine Rosie 🫰🏼.

Although I usually answer the Asks I receive almost immediately, those that I want to post, of course, sometimes there are some that, although I know I want to post or answer, I don't do it immediately. Sometimes because I want to take some time to be able to answer correctly, other times I don't do it because, although I know what I want to say, I don't know how to organise it or translate it into English. I struggle a lot of times. This was one of those Asks.

When I read it for the first time I was answering or giving my opinion about each line written, but I was doing it in Spanish and I couldn't translate it correctly into English so I said, I'll post it later. The truth is that I really forgot what the ask said, but I knew I wanted to post it and I decided to do it now; when I reread it I stopped for a few seconds because the Ask is almost perfect for a day like today, after the news about Moonbin.

Korean society is particular, we could say, but it is too demanding, ruthless almost. The kpop industry is even more so. And I think as certain groups break barriers outside of Korea, the pressure on others increases as if the pressure isn't high enough already. One of the things I appreciate about bts and their agency is that they seem to have always had a certain freedom to express themselves in their music. Many of their songs are critical of the society they live in, about self-love, sadness and so on. Yoongi, for example, has always been a bit more open about those kinds of issues, but not everyone has that luxury.

The kpop community in general is toxic. They see these artists as machines, as puppets almost, who have to act the way they want to perform. And it's not easy. In a way, the human part of the Idol is lost or in some cases seems to be lost.

With the boom in the consumption of everything that has to do with Korea, the other side of that country has also come to light. Of that society. Of that industry. It's almost too easy to find Koreans on social media saying everything is not like kdramas and that living in Korea is hard. The standards of everything are very high. Many people who have decided to move there because they bought into the "illusion" have found it to be the worst.

And as far as I know, it's not just the entertainment industry. Normal life is difficult. The academic pressure on all young people in Korea is high. Depressing. Extremely demanding. The same goes for work and social pressure. That's why suicide rates are so high. And the fact that it's such a conservative society doesn't allow anything to be done to change a bit. Mental health is taboo in Korea, much more so than in other countries, I think. Or at least that's what I've read. And it's horrible.

Social media or the internet really is perhaps one of the worst double-edged weapons that humans have created. The anonymity that many sites or apps allow has given certain "internet warriors" the power to spread hate. With virtually no consequences. And it is sad and frightening. The smarter or more advanced our electronic devices become, the more dehumanised we become. Empathy and respect are rare traits these days.

I think the least we could do as human beings is to respect more but nowadays doing the simplest things has become the most difficult things ever.

#anon #ask #bts fan opinions #rosie's opinion #kpop

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ignify-caligo · 1 year

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[COD HEADCANONS III]

note: here’s the 2/3 I was talking about in the last post - apparently managed to squeeze them in without issues. On a side note; I would love to get some prompts/requests for headcanons to write - like im over heels in CODland and I can’t get out lmao.

previous posts: I - II

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There’s not even a doubt that Bell was a feral raccoon on crack before the MK-ULTRA project took full swing. Scratches, bitemarks and even strained wrists because of holding Bell down were common occurrences throughout the first sessions. Bell wouldn’t hesitate to bite down hard enough to rip the flesh from the bone - Adler had to frequently check himself for symptoms of infection after spending time with Bell.

Ghost’s favourite cat breed is the Sphinx, followed closely by its related breeds like Devon Rex. He finds them amusing and intriguing - Soap teases and jokes about it actually being that they remind him of naked chickens.

Truth be told - Ghost loves hearing stories about how these cats are walking furnaces, he would do anything to cuddle with one whenever he feels his hands going frigidly cold.

Ghost would silently weep behind his mask if someone dropped a fluffy and/or small creature in his lap and the little one would snuggle itself to him without hesitation.

Roach watches channels like Animal Planet or National Geographic religiously - loves to tease Ghost every time a black cat pops up on the “My Cat from Hell” tv shows. He ends up immediately pointing to the screen, signing “LT, it’s you :)”

Price is the ultimate boss of naptimes at 141 HQ. One rule that everyone follows: Never wake a sleeping Price if you wish to continue living. Soap disregards this and ends up on several hours of drill exercises, either doing them or watching the recruits. That’s the mildest form of punishment in the Sergeant’s opinion.

Gromsko had wondered for quite some time when he began working with the 141 task force: what was Roach actually called after. Was it the fish, the bug or the fictional horse from the polish fantasy book series he read when he was younger? He felt awkward about asking anyone for help to explain it to him.

Bell hates anything that relates to smoking. After the Duga ending and the reunion with Perseus, Bell would avoid anyone that even slightly smelled of smoke. Perseus catching on to the trauma response quickly changed his demeanour and stopped smoking around Bell. He recommended doing the same to everyone closely working with him and Bell - the consequences of disobeying his command wouldn’t be worth it. Especially having in mind that fingers are quite important and shouldn’t be put through a hard time of being twisted beyond recognition.

On the other hand, we got Adler: He would take a grand piss at Bell’s discomfort. “Don’t you want a small drag, Bell?” or “What’s with that face, Bell? It’s just a stupid smoke, nothing to be prissy about.”

König during his downtime at the KorTac HQ happened to befriend a small murder of crows. Sharing a tad bit of nuts and other snacks between them on a daily basis, turned out at some point to collecting payments from those corvids. From small shells and rocks to ending up with a small amount change of the local currency, at first, he felt bad about the apparent fact he taught his feathered friends to steal.

Other than that though, he’s quite content with taking the small trinkets to use as part of his artistic projects. From using pebbles, twigs and shells as part of his dioramas or making his own paint based on flowers or other pigmented objects.

Soap made tea once for Ghost before he knew about how he actually preferred it. When he gave it to him and Ghost took a sip, the first thing leaving his mouth was; “Johnny, this isn't a bloody cuppa tea but a sugar-induced coma with a side dish of high blood pressure.”

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year

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Indigo is so fucking good. Every song is so impeccably made? The production is worthy of a Grammy nomination, the caliber of collaborating artists begs highlighting again, the album's cohesiveness is seamless. Plus the performances? You know what, scratch what I said. RM didn't meet my expectations, he exceeded them. Like, Indigo is objectively one of the best albums released this year and Hobi's Jack in the Box was nothing to sneeze at either, but Indigo is far more polished.

I've not posted lately, partly because I've been having way too much fun with the Namjoon mania right now. I mean yes it hurts Jin enlisted, but I think we had more than enough time to prepare for something that is really only up for him to experience. And I trust he'll be fine because he's a very capable person. I wish him good luck and health the entire time he serves and afterwards, same as I wish for all the guys. And that video of them sending him off was the absolute sweetest thing. Really.

Back to Indigo. Have y'all watched the RM Live in Seoul @ Rolling Hall?

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Some weeks ago I'd talked about wanting to attend, but unfortunately I couldn't go. So you can imagine how happy I was when BigHit posted the recording. This live performance video is again, so well made. RM created such a compelling and intimate experience that it translates perfectly on camera.

I watched the whole vid in one sitting. Then went to do other things, had friends come over given previous plans, cooked and baked with them, and then we ate everything we cooked watching the Indigo live together (me for the second time that day). There were 8 of us and 5 knew next to nothing about RM (2 of the 5 had "heard of BTS somewhere").

All of us were his bitches by the time the performance was done. One of them ordered Joon's album afterwards.

And the featuring artists who performed? Seeing Paul Blanco pull off those runs live is a must. And I think it's really cool that the artists were able to comfortably interact with ARMYs.

I love his voice. His vocals the entire time was strong, steady, smooth. And let's be honest, a lot of times it's not any of those things. But in this performance Joon is in his element. He's prepared. The material he's working with is almost flawless and its the sort only his genius can produce. When I told y'all that with my background this album makes me feel seen with how tastefully it fuses Black and Korean influences, I meant it. And while I know that other k-pop albums this year have also been incredible at this (Minho's Chase is a recent example), I think it means something more that Joon actually wrote this music. Yes he worked with a team, but everything about Indigo, every song on it, is his invention. And that's so hot.

It's difficult to rank the songs because they each suit very different moods equally well. Right now: Closer, Still Life, Lonely, Change Pt 2, Forg_tful, All Day, Yun, and the bridge of Wild Flower are favourites..

(Namjoon has the prettiest eyes in BTS)

I love that this album served as the inspiration for Joon to create more music.

(Translation credit: @/MoonieJoonieee and consider reading the entire interview linked here)

It reminds me of his conversation with Pharrell earlier this year.

All in all, I am so happy for Joon and I feel proud of him. He did so well with this album.

#Youtube #kim namjoon #namjoon #indigo #bts rm #rm #bts

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1, 2?

Unironically I knew you would ask me the two best questions on this whole damn list, thank you Izzy for being the GOAT.

Song of the year? God what songs even came out this year. I don't think this year was a year where new music happened for me. (One of the biggest hits this year was... Fast Car. Do you remember that??? What???) I'm a little tempted to say Fast Car, but that's cheating on Ms. Tracy Chapman, who is unimpeachably the best version of the song (And wouldn't it kind of suck if the song of the year was just. An inarguably well done but ultimately less meaningful rendition of a song from like 45 years ago) If I can pick songs that I encountered this year but didn't come out this year, I could go on for a while. Lonely by Jamila Woods, All My Girls Like To Fight by Hope Tala, Get Down by Woozy. I think Van Gogh by Mette is great but not the song of the year for me, certainly. Rush by Troye Sivvy? It's more honest but doesn't feel right to me totally. Is It New Years Yet has new toy syndrome, AND it's a holiday song, AND it's a Sabrina Carpenter song that complains about overplayed music. Like. Self aware much? And also means it can kick rocks because that is NOT song of the year material. But I like music with a groovy influence, I'm a little corny, and I can't lie about this kinda thing. I categorically refuse to put Build a Boat on my top anything list, regardless of Spotify telling lies about my listening habits. (This is me lying about this kinda thing). I don't want to repeat a year in review song, either, which kinda makes this harder. I guess I gotta give it to You Wish by Flyana Boss, because it's the only song that's not 1. on my year end list, or 2. a song that had a reservation/caveat/well, actually attached to it.

Album of the year? My two top albums of this year were Something To Give Each Other and Jaguar II, but I have to give it up to Victoria Monet honestly- I didn't take to a piece of music this fast since when I saw Young Empires open for Reptar and fell in love on the first song of the set. I listened to Smoke and I was hooked- maybe it's the drug culture references but joyful and openly honest, maybe it's the slick production and variety on the album, maybe it's that it's not afraid to be goofy as hell ("I'm so deep in my bag, like a grandma with a peppermint" is quite possibly an all timer goofy lyric that still hits the right timber for the braggadocio it's placed as in the song, "It's a bisexual blunt it can go both ways" is just. so fuckin stupid, I love it.), maybe it's the features (Lucky Daye? EARTH WIND AND FIRE???), maybe it's the touch of old hollywood glamour at the end and the clear love of motown sensibilities juxtaposed with her talking about her 4K titties. I don't know man, it just rewired my brain but in a good way. More than that, Victoria made me cognizant of her in the stuff I already liked. Like. She has writing credits/backing vocal credits for Ariana Grande. I CAN HEAR HER IN THE SONGS SHE HELPED WRITE. She's goofy and sexy and has some fun production preferences, and I can hear her sometimes now even when she's composing/producing for other artist. I haven't been able to peg a pop writer this hard since good ol' jackie, and that's because he's everywhere and also in like 3 solo projects and also Taylor Swift's silver bullet. But like I can directly point to how much she worked on Thank You Next and the all time greatest Ariana album, Dangerous Woman. She helped write Body Count, Sin City, On The Way... all songs I liked by other artists, but didn't realize who, you know, helped make. This is not to say I didn't love Troye Sivan this year- and both these artists made my year end retrospective. I really dig Troye's album (Though I run into the issue I have with a lot of albums where I like but don't love the second half of it, which is why Victoria took the W.). Give the songs In My Room or What's The Time Where You Are a listen for sure. It's just. so hard to find an album you unironically vibed with. Unashamedly and openly. I honestly don't care if anyone else likes this album, because I loved it. I'll stream it enough for all of us, a bitch might buy it on vinyl Anyways sorry for running on so long, it's Jaguar II by Victoria Monet, because if we have to say Goodbye, let's make it a Good Bye is something I want to live by now that I've heard it.

#stealthrockdamage #ask meme #music asks #fresh jamz

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septembersghost · 11 months

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Literally everything about the Priscilla movie and the discourse it’s inspired is so bad man :(

not saying this in an "i told you so" way whatsoever, but yeah, i mean, we knew it would be. that was unfortunately a given. it's only going to get worse up until and when the movie comes out. EPE (presumably joel) also made the situation even uglier today by running their mouths criticizing it to TMZ and drawing more negative attention when they could've simply ignored it quietly. i realize i'm a slightly broken record here, and repeating a lot of others at this point too, but it's only noise. the people who revile him are always going to revile him and refuse to investigate any further about his person or his humanity, they want him to be a monster and their minds are made up. the people who who want to victimize priscilla to use her as a weapon with no care for her own voice will keep doing that. and the fans who love elvis are going to keep loving elvis. the people who want to see the movie will, the people who don't, won't, and either choice is valid.

this is how it's been for decades, social media just amplifies the unpleasantness, but it's an echo chamber. nobody yelling is attempting to engage with this with any nuance, or regard anyone involved as flesh and blood people who had complex relationships and made mistakes and also felt great love for one another. they're looking for trouble a reason to be hateful and to fight when they don't even understand or truly care what they're talking about. we know he wasn't perfect, we know he made some bad choices, we know he struggled with his health for several different reasons, we know he had a temper. we also know he tried relentlessly to do better, to learn and to grow personally and artistically, and to be generous and kind and giving of himself in myriad ways. which one do you ultimately find more important? because i really do believe it's the compassion and the light.

do i wish that the beautiful work baz and austin did to restore his legacy and personhood was the final word on it? frankly, yes, but that was never going to happen because elvis remains a fascination and an object of pop culture that gets projected onto depending on the agenda of whomever decides to use him as a mirror. it becomes so separated from why his music and memory remains. what they created still matters, and it makes my heart ache to think of it being undone at all, but i think it will ultimately be remembered, much like elvis himself.

i'm so much more interested in his artistry, his spirituality, and his emotional vulnerability than i am in intimate personal details about his life, but i know that's not the case in a lot of the fanbase, and that's fine, i am very selective in what i choose to engage with and i think we all have the right to curate that experience. i know it's SO hard to ignore, but when it comes to this discourse, don't read it, don't participate in it, and guard your mental health however you can. this movie doesn't change anything any more than any other of the many portrayals of him. more eyes are on it because of, essentially, brand recognition - both name of the director and due to the fast timing following the film last year, and all the press and clamor that surrounded it, the things said (both complimentary and unfair) about austin, the rabid nature of social media that lives to tear things apart. but it ultimately doesn't change anything.

this has been said more eloquently, but nothing has eclipsed or erased him, even after these decades of misinformation and spurious rumor and conspiracy theories and everyone and their neighbor exploiting (or inventing) their connection with him for a book or a crummy made-for-tv movie and cruel, dismissive jokes and cardboard cutouts and cheesy impersonators. something about the soul of him still rises above all of that. the positives we glean and inspiration and meaning we find, and the love we hold onto, rises above all of that too.

#it took me too much time to write this and came out longer than i intended lol i'm sorry bestie #i'm just so exhausted and frustrated by all of this (not by you and not your fault!)#anonymous #letterbox #elvis presley #i was a dreamer #priscilla 2023

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The Art of Automatic Heritage

Made by friends and fans (like you!)

Commentary by Dream Crosser

When I heard that the game Stray was finally out I was only vaguely keeping an eye on it at the time. To me, it was that cat game that had been in development for a while, so when it came out I was not expecting to jump into it right away.

Boy, did I wish I should have played it sooner. When I finished playing it I had something of a raging itch to have more of the game. The lore of the world had me hook line and sinker, and I had to have some kind of outlet to let it out.

I could not draw, but I had an idea for a character that I was begging my twin sister to draw for me, just like we were in grade school again. She was in art collage at the time so she did not have much time for my raving, but a rough sketch was born and my itch was sated.

For a while at least… Beryl became my baby and soon I found myself writing about her to calm myself down in between the times I could sit down at work. All I wanted to do was to dive into this world so badly, so getting back into an old hobby seemed to be my saving grace.

Jumping on to Twitter I found that other people online were making their own OCs. I found one particularly friendly person and I just had to play along with their character. I made a cute role-play comment and out popped this cute picture by @Lenny_lazyDraw of their character Cleo with Beryl.

As my fanfiction began to take form I began to chat more and more online with others of the fandom. To be honest, you guys have been the ones to keep me company for a long time, and I want to reassure you all that while I am not on the internet that much anymore I am still alive and well and still thinking about you all on the physical side of life. But as for my time on fanfiction, I also took some time on Discord. Discord for me was a place where I could have real conversations with people. If it was not face-to-face it was through text, and there was no pressure to have likes and to post pictures. You could truly be anonymous and somebody at the same time.

I was invited to a roleplay server called TheStraycord by none other than ThemSoundwaves. It started on the unofficial Stray server with us talking each other's ears off and finding we had some things in common. A love for writing, dubstep, and the silly. When she invited me over to TheStraycord I immediately made myself comfortable and dove into a role play. I was on that server every day, and soon I caught the eye of none other than a “Dumbfoundbot.”

Also known as ViralPenny on Twitter, Dumbfoundbot surprisingly loved the characters that I created, not knowing that I have made fanfiction of my beloveds. On Twitter, they asked for OCs that they could draw for people. My twin sister and I both volunteered and found later our characters had their portrait done.

I would not be surprised if he heard me scream in delight from my home in Florida all the way in the Philippines, because he for sure did not stop. Before I knew it a picture of Whitney was made as well.

Folks, to say I died would not be enough to express how happy I was. I could tell the feeling was mutual for the artist because when we were finished with the roleplay these art pieces popped in chat.

And they are adorable!

What a week that had been! I am glad that happened as well because for some reason this series of events kicked off my twin sisters’ inspiration like none other. Not only did she get into her Stray Oc character more over time, but she finally did a full-color character sheet of Beryl.

Just in time to show it off on her graduation day as well. And while I hope she draws more I hope even more that she draws for herself. Even her sketches I adore. Here is one she did on chapter 5.

While things have slowed down a bit, that being the Stray fandom on A03 and currently my time on this fandom, life in the real world has sped up. Having my first child and recovering from major surgery had taken a number out of me. But I am glad that everyone else is still moving forward. Heck, I am especially happy that ThemSoundWaves is finding time to draw as well. She gave me a phenomenal take on Dr.Mike and I look forward to adding his description more to future chapters.

Artists, I love all of your art. Please continue to love what you do and don’t let what is going on in the world stop you from doing what you love, especially with this AI nonsense going around. As for my readers, please go check out and support these artists. They deserve all of their hard work to be rewarded.

Automatic Heritage will continue. The next chapter is about to be completed, it just needs some time. I do know that this project will continue as long as I can see that there is interest, that being kudos and comments. Not that I am holding this story over my reader's head, but that I am going to use this as a way to see that there are people interested and to stay faithful to the few that are. No point in forcing myself to write when there is no activity.

Thank you again my friends, and may the sun shine warm upon your face.

*closes document* “ah… that should be it…” *gets notification from Discord* *opens Discord*

*screams in cute robot*

Art done by @Jesterdysphoria on X (aka twitter)

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sorry but genuinely what is so hard about running a ship blog? isn't it just reblogging things?

it can be if that's how you want to run it, but if you're running it the way that aan runs and i assume the nalu archive, it's kind of a bit more complicated than that?

you have to constantly be tracking the ship tag to stay consistent, but you have to figure out what ship tags you're tracking. do you only track #nalu? do you want to use #ft nalu or #natsu x lucy or #lucy x natsu? because some people don't use one or all of those tags. when you go through the tags do you reblog everything at once, do you schedule it or do you queue it? with aan we can't queue recent posts because we consistently have a backlog of 800+ posts in our queue of old content, so if i'm reblogging a bunch of stuff at a time i have to manually schedule each post. if you're also posting the individual characters (which we don't, it'd be way too much work) that's extra tags and extra posts you have to track. that's not to mention the stuff in the tag that isn't nalu.

then you have to consider what it is you're willing to reblog. if you're a decent person you'll avoid reblogging stolen/reposted art, which is difficult when there seems to be so much of it today. there are the obvious offenders but sometimes people pop up and their art theft can be easily mistaken as just a new artist popping up on the scene, so you have to be careful. for some reason people are posting a bunch of gruvia in the nalu tag, or people will make a personal post saying how they're going to work on a nalu fic in the future and put that in the tag, but neither of those are relevant so you probably wouldn't reblog them, so it just takes up your time scrolling through the tag. that brings up the question of other ships. are you willing to reblog nalu arts that have other ships in it? what about other natsu and lucy ships? does gratsulu count as nalu? how are you goign to tag it? because i personally have gra/lu blacklisted because i am not a fan, but you have to be sure that it's tagged correctly so people like me can filter it out.

tagging is a whole other beast because you have to figure out how you're going to tag. what tags are you going to use? and then you have to make sure you're consistent with it too. you can't start using #fan art, and then change to using #fanart. to be completely honest i still don't know if the aan tag is #manga cap or #manga caps. if there's more than one person working on the blog you have to make sure you're both using the same tags. then you have to figure out how to tag things that are in a gray area in your tags. is this post a manga cap, an edit, a gif?

and that's just if you're only reblogging recent posts.

if you're hosting an event that's graphics and posts you need to make. im so lucky that i have hailey who's willing to do all the art for free and that i have a passable experience in making graphics. there's decisions to be made about when/where/how to host it. if i had to list out all the problems we had hosting nalu week this year because we went in thinking it would be easy, it would be like 10 pages long.

that's not even getting into the politics of it all. there are some people who are just not going to like how you run the blog or the event. people say stuff, whether privately or publicly. some people have issues with there being more than one blog for a ship, some people just don't like the ship.

this is by no means a "don't make a ship blog post". i want there to be a million blogs dedicated to all things nalu because i love nalu so much, but running a ship blog well is deceptively difficult. you think it's going to be easy because well, you already run your own blog, how hard can it be?

this is the stuff that i wish someone had told me when we started up aan. it would have saved me a lot of grief in the long run if i knew what i was getting myself into.

#mya's mumbles

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BACK TO US - BONUS. PLAYLIST BREAKDOWN

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for those that connect to music as deeply as i do, i thought it would be a good idea to make this post! diving deeper into my picks for the back to us playlist, all of the tracks are extremely intentional and you might not have even noticed their presence since i tried to weave them in naturally!

**below cut i give details about each track, spoilers included so i recommend reading once you've finished the series. long post (1.5k) since i included reasons + lyrics under the cut!**

first section: reuniting

✧ keeping tabs by niki: i can 100% see joshua listening to niki's music! her voice would match his really well imo and i could see him trying to harmonize with her voice as he was cleaning or smthn! while reader's emotions towards joshua aren't as strong as this song, it definitely has the same vibe!

you left without saying goodbye ---- i wish i never met you. you are the worst thing that i'm still keeping tabs on for some stupid reason. you were just being nice. now i fully believe you're out there somewhere also keeping tabs on how i might be feeling.

✧ sugarcoat (natty solo) by kiss of life: again this is veryyyyy joshua coded! when he recommended emotional oranges on summer vacation with vernon, i knew i had to add this track. the pop/rnb vibe is perfect. the lyric i included imo sums up how joshua came to his conclusions way too quick.

the image of me that you judged arbitrarily cannot be all

✧ haunt me by rini: this really describes the longing that they both felt for each other after joshua cut contact with reader.

thought i heard your voice, my favorite sound. was is somethin' there? ---- 'cause you haunt me, daily, nightly. get no peace of mind.

✧ still by jeff bernat: an artist that joshua has mentioned several times before! he's actually the person that got me into bernat's discography when i used to be a joshua/hoshi stan lol. another longing song (shocking to no one). goes over joshua's thoughts about getting past reader abandoning him :(

it's been a long time since we last spoke. i still wonder what you’re up to, after all that shit we've been through. ---- and there's probably people telling you that i’m doing fine, just taking my time. although it appears that i’m strong, it still hurts.

✧ not my job by flo: actually used lyrics of this song in 01. gentleman hong hahahaha. when reader asks joshua to tell the campers to knock it off with all the shipping, joshua says:

it's not my job to make you feel comfortable.

✧ summertime by flo: kinda inspired an interaction btwn reader and hoshi in 02. camper spirit when reader is like "i'm not going to let someone who deserted me ruin my summer."

second section: what are we?

✧ lemondrops by telana: the song that is behind it all!!!!!!!!!! i had no idea i was going to turn this into a series. it was originally going to be domestic fluff of reader giving joshua lemondrops so he could sing. but i mean hey, i gave credit where credits due, naming 06. popsicles and lemon drops after this song! just a very comforting song, one that definitely shows the dynamic between reader and joshua when they were close. the closeness that both of them miss.

✧ like i feel (feat. mereba) by xaiver omär: this song is LITERALLY about friends-to-lovers, i would be a fool to exclude it! kept this track on repeat while writing 11. taking inventory. joshua says to reader:

so, let me know if you feel how i feel. ---- also reader confesses with: i swear, i tried letting go of the feelings i had for you which is inspired by the song's lyrics of: swear i tried lettin' go ---- but i mean everything about this song is so good, esp this line: i feel a family of butterflies all in my gut, oh, and they're fluttering

✧ m.h. by yeek: just added this song for my own pleasure tbh, but one of the main repeating lines is definitely joshua's feelings towards reader when he starts hanging out with them more (around part 06/07)

i miss you when i see you no...(they) hit me with i love you.

✧ gotta get back (feat. pink sweat$) by p1harmony: another track i could see joshua singing along to

i know i'm not perfect, and i've hurt your heart before. so, i don't wanna make a promise i can't give. ---- never had someone make me feel all these ways before and now it seems that i can't get you out my mind. you got me hanging on to every word you say.

✧ all our time (feat. jae stephens) by xavier omär: summer breeeeze. perfect summertime song, could definitely see chan dancing to this for a dino danceology. and it would stick in reader's head after leaving pledis studios. would be the summer anthem for hoshi and reader.

✧ simple life by lexy panterra: nothing much lyrically, just a summertime vibes track.

✧ mornings (see you again) by alextbh: for the he/him readers! alextbh writes so many songs w a guy lover in mind, so i highly recommend checking his discography out.

been outta focus lately. all these images, playing in my head. i can't help it

✧ mess around by starchild & the new romantic: unable to think of a good description for this song so 👍

i know i shouldn't mess around, i shouldn't even hardly doubt you. i know i shouldn't fuss & fight, i shouldn't hardly run around you. all of these thoughts in my head...

✧ good life by otis kane x clay: this song is so smooth and incredibly joshua coded. kinda reminds me of niki's songs as well, vibe wise.

all the games aside then, i want you in my space. and now that you're in my world i'll never be the same.

✧ the chase by alextbh: no lyrics for this one, very sad if you listen to them but the vibe of the song regarding the instrumental and such fit the series!

✧ bamboo by ivy sole: another song in there for vibes, very much a summertime song!

✧ back to us (feat. julissa leilani) by jeremy passion: filo-american singer! idk if he's ever recommended his music, but i mean listen to it and it's just the embodiment of joshua's vibe into a song. obviously this song holds a lot of meaning for the series, it is literally the title! the song is more about a couple falling out of love, but this is based on vibessssssss! (it's a groovy little song, what can i say?)

✧ je t'adore (feat. ty senoj) by sylo: another song in the playlist for vibes. but again, very joshua coded imo! groovy pop is right up his alleyyyyy

third section: this is not a drill

✧ trust by thuy & rini: oh? rini makes a comeback? definitely a good song for explaining how reader and joshua slowly open up to each other, their need to build trust first.

baby, let your guard down. world's loud, we could shut it out. you can put ya trust in me if you choose. ---- how do i make you realize i'ma stick around if it's with you, you, you.

✧ ride with me by pink sweat$: a song joshua recommended in his 'beach drive' playlist on spotify! beach drive, perfect way to describe it. and when you think beach, you think summer, right? summer...summer camp? aha...

✧ blur by dhruv: joshua's double take cover remains iconic! and i really love dhruv's voice so i knew i wanted to add a song of his for sure! joshua's tweet in 08. another serious camper takes the first lyrics of the song:

the room tonight became a blur and all i could see was them you dancing.

✧ misfits' sunday by jooyoung: jooyoung's voice is perfect for a love story, i mean it fits all the moods. he usually does smooth rnb and although this is a newer sound he's been experimenting with, i thought the lyrics fit the series nicely!

we were young and naive nothing to worry. all the memories, fading with graphite scribbles. we grew too fast, a blink, slow talks.

✧ ore ore by sole: another track that i can't figure out how to describe...

love isn’t too far from us, love can handle everything.

✧ lucky by jason mraz & colbie caillat: tfw reader walks past joshua rehearsing with this song... (ahem, 10. what's your eta, anyone?)

lucky i'm in love with my best friend.

✧ angel 2 me (feat. jeff bernat) by mckay: jeff bernat feature, you know joshua would love this song and cover itttttt!

✧ ikaw lang by nobita: it's pretty established joshua loves filo artists, this would be a track he would play all the time. the title translates to only you.

oh, what a beautiful sight it is to look into your eyes. the way they sparkle, i cannot fathom. the way you look back at me, how brilliant they shine. heaven must be on earth. stars actually fall from the sky.

✧ 7pm (apple music home session) by joshua: joshua lulling reader to sleep with his guitar??? 🫠

at seven in my house, we'll sing both our lungs out and dance to the moonlight 'cause everything feels right.

✧ whether or not by gabe bondoc: the inclusion of gabe bondoc should be no surprise to a longtime carat! joshua loves his filo artists and i still remember this predebut vid of him singing some gabe bondoc!

i've dreamed a thousand dreams and still nothing compares to the feeling that you give me while you're standing here. i don't care if its fair.

#kmgkmgoriginal #not really adding extra tags to this since it's just for my own satisfaction but AHHHHHHHHHH!!!#long postttt and not including in the official word count for the fic since it's just a lil bonus for those that are curious!#posting this today epilogue tmrwwwww #was unsure if i should tag the taglist for this since it's not rly the fic! so i didn't because it isssss a super long post #none of the lyric translations are mine besides yeek's!

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