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piratekane · 4 months

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i got an ask in my email that never showed up in my inbox that was basically looking for book recs and since only one person asked for my opinion and because this was the year i fell back in love with reading, i'm going to do a myspace Top 8 books i loved this year, in no particular order:

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein this is basically a love story. it's a love story and you won't change my mind. i don't mean romantic love except that i mean best friends loving each other to and through the end of the world can be romantic and we should say that more often. because this a book about war and its terrors but it's also the love story between two best friends and what they'll do to get back to each other. it has probably one of my favorite protagonists ever - actually, two of my favorites. Wein tells a devastatingly perfect story and i promise your heart will swell and sink and tie itself into tiny knots. kiss me, hardy! kiss me quick! 5 stars, i cried at the end

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo i was late to the SoC books and boy am i glad i finally showed up to the party. this book was perfection. i immediately fell in love with each crow and spent the whole book screaming that if nina and matthias didn't kiss ASAP that i was going to throw something. i also was yelling about kaz and inez, do not think i was not doing that. kex brekker you deserve love you street rat. @dealanexmachina had to deal with the screaming through this. and i think it's going to be a repeat read in 2024 just so i can experience the care and craftsmanship that went into each character, their nuances, and how it wove perfectly together into kaz's brilliant plan. 5 stars, i immediately read the sequel like a hungry jaugar hunting down a person wearing that calvin klein scent

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson brando sando is... prolific. and it was overwhelming to jump in, but i started with tress and not any of his other books (a problem i have rectified) and what a bang it was. this book is, in a word, hilarious. the narrator is a fantastical being with an aversion to linear thought and a predilection for hilarity. the humor in this book is unlike any of sandos other work and really shows that he has the ability to stretch. the premise is very clever and very cool and just very fun. tress is brave and smart and that's celebrated, not punished. plus who doesn't love a talking rat? i'm looking forward to his other secret projects 4.5 stars, the narrator is my favorite sando character

Hidden Pictures by Jason Rekulak okay, this is billed as horror, but i wouldn't really say horror and would lean more into the mystery billing than anything. maybe thriller. and it's outside my usual genre and is definitely more suited to my wife's tastes but she finished this book in three days (and usually takes 3 weeks-to-months to finish books) and when she said i had to read it, i said yes dear and picked it up. i'm glad i did. it's an illustrated mystery and as the author writes in the notes, those who pay attention will be rewarded. the ending was a twist i didn't see coming, like, at all. and it was clever. but once the ending started to unfold it was a mad dash to the finish. 5 stars, my wife recommends this

The Nevernight Chronicles by Jay Kristoff now, i know. this is actually 3 books, not 1. but hear me out - they must all be read. it's nonnegotiable. these books were recommended by tumblr user @fiddleabout and am i so very glad they were. mia is unhinged. there's no other way to put that. the girl is fucking off. her. rocker. and no one in her life is any better. they're all just as freaking crazy. but they're my crazy comfort killers. i went on for hours about mia and ash, to the point that my wife shut the bathroom door in my face because i tried to follow her in there talking about them. this series is bloody and more than once i was like, he can't possibly make this any bloodier but he CAN and i think this book is better for it. found family, check. unhinged teenage protagonist, double check. endless fun, check in triplicate. 4.5 stars, i am never not thinking of ash and her vision of a house on a lake and softness

A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon obviously i read priory first and obviously i loved it but ADoFN was... mind-blowing. maybe because priory enriched the world of ADoFN and i was already familiar with all the intricacies of it (though there was certainly more to learn) but reading this just... the bridging Shannon did, the connections she made between priory and ADoFN and how we ultimately saw the way ADoFN threaded some of the loops we saw closing in priory, it blew my mind. the utter romance of it all, my god. i read this monster book in a single day, i couldn't put it down. i emerged from my ADoFN cocoon like andy samberg in that one SNL skit where he plays a teenager who just woke up. i was changed(TM) 5 stars, i was a changed man

Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo i immediately jumped into the rest of the Leigh's work (i went through SaB first but she's so strong at the end of this Grishaverse) and while i love all my SoC babes, nina was a favorite and honestly i'd recommend both King of Scars and this book. tumblr user fiddleabout was blessed to follow along with my completely unhinged livestream of this book and when (spoiler) zoya and nikolai finally got over themselves and K I S S E D, i put the book down and took a lap. then i picked it up and screamed again as nina's arc unfolded. 5 stars, i have a lot of thoughts about the kind of man nikolai is (peg)

The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by S.A. Chakraborty i'm a bit of a sucker for a pirate book. even more of a sucker about a woman pirate, and amina is a woman pirate of the highest caliber. this book is either intentionally funny or unintentionally hilarious. amina's biggest flaw is that she's constantly ogling her demon ex-husband's cute butt - honest to god. otherwise, she's perfection. badass, scrappy, jacked. amina is all of those things and then some. so she has a bit of a past that winds up coming back to bite her in the ass and then she's thrust back onto a ship where she has to chase down an old crewmate's daughter - can you blame a girl for being the most kickass pirate in all of the seas? no! should you? absolutely not! just let amina live out her life ogling ass and sailing leisurely, please. 4.5 stars, i want to sail on amina's ship even though i'm afraid of boats. and the ocean. and things living in the ocean. and generally the water.

( ͡❛ ᴗ ͡❛)👍 and now you know, cause it's mike's pirate's super short show! ( ͡❛ ᴗ ͡❛)👍

#i am not a book reviewer by trade and i think this proves that BUT i loved reading this year and i loved these books and most of them #were recommended so i hope if something catches your eye and you read it and you love it you remember that people are #always looking for something to read and you might know the story that could knock their socks off #very grateful for friends who tell you their favorite books #it's like sharing a piece of yourself and it is an honor #i hope you read in 2024 and i hope its something you want to share with other people #merry 2024 ya filthy animals from me to you #(tell me if you read any of these and like them pls)#also if you get the reference at the end i personally apologize but that is part of my daily lexicon byeeee

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Could u rec some more (obikin) fics please?

sure! to shake things up a bit, here's a list of wips I'm really excited for (for a variety of reasons, but mostly because i want more people to read wips)

(i've tried to include a mix of ratings and tags, but i just went through my history for these, so if there's a lot of a specific tag, i had a micro-obsession and no shame):

Passion by why-is-my-nose-a-carrot (updates to this story and their previous one literally make my day, I'm obsessed with their writing style and story choices and i could literally go on and on this is probably the wip i'm most hyped about)

Taking Care by @ragnarlothcat (always obsessed with a good mission fic paired with a feelings realization that then blends seamlessly into 'i did not just have that feelings realization what are you talking about don't be silly.')

earthshine by posthumous_vigor (deaged obi-wan and emperor vader and baby twins who just want their uncle ben back while vaderkin misses his master but appreciates the younger version, but really, really misses his master's kisses)

do you know the name faith by heian (padawan obi-wan & master anakin, force dyad, so promising, huge love and huge anticipation)

How Hondo Ohnaka Accidentally Saved the Galaxy by DontCallMeShirley (super funny, love the concept, love Hondo's voice--he drugs obikin so that they don't interfere with his plans. they don't. they get married instead. Just. So good.)

Νόστος by NFx (I love a Hades/Persephone fic, I mean--I did write one myself but I'm just so excited to read one. I never get tired of these! This is just chef's kiss on my favorite sort of possessive and protective tropes.)

Blindfold me (I'm the only witness) by @lilredghost (jeez i love this, very explicitly porn very 'speaking to the id'. consensual somno so as to sidestep obi-wan's massive guilt complex)

Any Other World by @mysticmjolnir (I was so excited to see this update!! it's been one of my favorite Post-Kenobi show release fics. Like. Just the angst! the hurt! the longing! an anakin and an obi-wan who want their anakin and obi-wan but also want each other because they're the closest they may ever come to the their obi-wan and anakin again)

Welcome Surprises by nephilimswitchlight (such a sweet fic, where anakin surprises obi-wan with his presence on his birthday)

soft, warm, mine by lovbaby (oof. salivating at this fic concept, cannot wait for a second chapter. i can already tell the misunderstandings will be BEAUTIFUL)

if this isn't nice, what is? by anonymous (anakin learns how to jerk off with his new mechno hand. he also learns how to jerk off while thinking about obi-wan. delicious. cannot wait for more)

this land is mine, but i'll let you rule by travellingcircus (i would follow travellingcircus wherever they lead; i love their fics and have probably reread them constantly. in this one, anakin buys a slave to help him on his moisture farm but like. obi-wan's definitely a jedi. right? right??)

bodies (& the celestial reimagination) by @noona96n (i just found this fic last night but it's absolutely darling, i love any fic that starts with anakin as a baby padawan and him hero-worshipping obi-wan im a weak gal i have simple needs. i cannot wait to see how this story develops going forward!)

we're swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @coldwaughtered (another fic I found just last night, but in love! high-powered, put together lawyer and smitten anakin with probably equally smitten obi-wan but the pov is anakin's so that comes off stronger at first + fake marriage for more money which i guess means obi-wan was like if this twunk marries someone else i'll stop being distracted and NOT fall into a consensual workplace relationship only for that to majorly backfire! love the playing with the timeline as well)

The Other Half of My Soul by RedMetalWitch (It took a few months to convince myself to read this as I wasn't quite sure on how absolved of his sins/darkness Anakin would be--my greatest fear unless i'm in a particular once a year sort of mood is a uwu darth vader--but i absolutely adore this fic. i don't know who isn't already following it, but worth the read!)

Shutting the eye of reason by anonymous (another guilty pleasure fic, where anakin is extremely jealous of qui-gon for taking up all of his master's time, and decides to do something about it. mainly by seducing him.)

and of course to round off the list, my beautiful and constant obsession and pipedream that one day it will update if only i keep the faith:

Open Circle by Calyss (my absolute favorite take on sith obi-wan i've ever read. I cannot explain more. It's just so good.)

#asks #obikin #fic recs #support your local wips #i haven't had much time to read lately #but these are some of my subscribed stories #there's a ton of talent in obikin fandom though so i know im missing some up and coming fics that i know are gonna rock my world :D #long post #also if you see your fic here and have a tumblr you want me to tag pls lemme know

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dinosaursmate · 30 days

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#ummmmm #are tag posts still a thing even? lmao #hi to everybody still following me #I think im going to try to make one of my fics into a book #as in #un-fandom it #not saying which one but pls let me know #if there’s one in particular you want it to be 💪🏼#lol and if there’s any specific plots or scenes you think are iconic and absolutely must #remain in the story #pls and thank you.#thx for reading xx

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meadowlarkx · 4 months

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End of Year Fic Recs! 🔮

Tagged by @swanmaids! I like this format a lot, thank you 💕 There were so many amazing Silm fics this year that it's nearly impossible to pick out just a few, but I did my best.

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Multi-chapter fics

Strange Currencies by @jouissants (in-progress, Maedhros/Maglor accidental LaCE marriage, M) - this fic is one of my absolute favorite things to come out of 2023, lavishly and heartbreakingly imagined post-canon reembodied/returned Exiles and brilliant maemags falling together in late Beleriand. invest now!!!

here we go again by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (completed, Orodreth/Celebrimbor & Gil-galad Mamma Mia AU, T) - the most summer fun ever with one of my favorite Celebrimbors, delights me to think about and I think about it often!!

Such a Marriage by DifferentSong (in-progress, fem!Maedhros/Maglor set between Doriath and Sirion, M) - I feel personally blessed by the ability to list multiple maemags longfics on this list. This one is so tender, with incredible characterization for both these two and Tolkien Elves (old & young, sad & gay) in general; leader fem!Maedhros owns my heart.

What the Water Gave Me by @imakemywings (completed, Finduilas/Nienor canon divergence AU, M) - beautifully described and cozily, realistically lived-in development of a relationship between these two in a universe where Nienor survives her suicidal leap; this bandaged the wounds left by CoH for me!

In Twain by @jouissants (completed, gothic and gendery Maedhros/Elrond and Maedhros/Maglor, E) - cinematic reading experience and deliciously winding tale of Elrond's coming to better know Maedhros, Maglor, and himself; so many lines from this--and the ending--just grip me and won't let me go.

Single-chapter fics

Wondrously Wrought by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Maglor in a universe where Noldor craft their children's personalities, G) - this beautifully written fic has me in a chokehold months & months later, I simply love it so much--the Fate of it all and the dynamic between them, and how thick the tension and emotion hangs even in these few moments.

and some of us returned by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (Maedhros/Maglor, past Maglor/Glaurung assault at the fall of Maglor's Gap, M) - fulfilled my wildest dreams of Glaurung angst played straight, eerie and gorgeously written psychological horror told through Maedhros' eyes and his own possessive love for Maglor.

As You Wish by @imakemywings (Maglor/Thranduil battle couple devotion and hurt/comfort, T) - so many great single-chapters this year but this one is SO dear to me; I love eerie attack dog Maglor who simultaneously cares overmuch and I think this ship is so thematically chef's kiss as an alternate ending for him; wry Thranduil is fantastic here too.

one of your girls by @swanmaids (Celegorm/Oromë, Celegorm & Maglor; femininity and internalized homophobia in Valinor, E) - masterful weird mythical Ainur devotional customs surrounding Oromë and his hunt, and a really touching exploration of Celegorm's character in a time when he still has yet to choose his fate. Celegorm's tension with Maglor is great here too.

Played by @disastrousexpense (Maedhros/Maglor, Maedhros/Fingon where Maglor seduces Maedhros through the guise of "teaching" him for Fingon's benefit, E) - one of my favorite Maglors this year, so theatrical and affected and alluring and (in this Valinor period) quite selfish, yet expressive and deeply, deeply feeling. a rollicking story that made me laugh and then made me cry!

Oldies but goodies

Elvish Letters by @ladygavroche (Caranthir & Finrod, Celebrimbor & Fëanor, Maedhros & brothers, epistolary humor, in progress, G) - this is a favorite of mine, along with the Caranthir fic earlier in the same series. Incredible and hilarious epistolary that just sings!!

The Silver Queen by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (AU where Gil-Galad is Celebrían, trans!Celebrían/Elrond, completed, M) - such a lovingly written fic for a brilliant concept. Multiple scenes of Celebrían's arc in this had me weeping earlier this year.

The High King of the Noldor and His Faithful Hound by shatteredGlasses (Hrunting_License) (Celegorm/Maglor, assault and tensions during Maglor's kingship, completed, E) - During Maedhros' captivity, Celegorm thinks the worst of Maglor, and Maglor uses Celegorm for self-harm. Genuinely disturbing, excellent angst, and very formative for me!

Through the Smoke I See You by Dragonstorm (Maedhros & Maglor, Maglor's Gap and Dagor Bragollach, single-chapter, T) - one of my favorite explorations of Maglor's devotion and guilt towards Maedhros, and the immense risk of trying to hold the Gap! I love it so.

Thistle Whistling on the Wind-Blown Field by happythoughhuman, Torpi (Finrod & Edrahil, Finrod & Avari, culture, environment, storytelling, completed, M) - I've been meaning to revisit this strange gem of a TRSB fic for a while. One of the most vivid explorations of Melkor's impact on the environment in Middle-earth, of serious Elven cultural differences and the notion of Finrod as a kinslayer (while a very Finrod-loving story; he shines in this, making connections as is his wont). Also, won my heart for putting mangroves in Valinor.

My own fics

bite thy wings and let thee crawl (Melkor/Maglor, noncon macro/micro horror porn inspired by this art by @aquaregiaart and Lay of Leithian, E) - the Big Melkor fic, set during Maedhros' captivity. In my head this is my best work of 2023 and probably ever. Come closer... give him a click.... he can't hurt you....

Less Wise (sapphic Maglor/Thranduil, canon divergence, E) - pining with a happy ending in an AU where kinslayer fem!Maglor has come to serve Mirkwood's king fem!Thranduil. This was my attempt to write the sort of comforting and cathartic fic I so enjoy reading.

elvenkings (here on tumblr as well) (moments ft. Orodreth, Thranduil, Elwing, Elrond, G) - my drabbles fic for Sindar Week 2023 about the long-lasting echoes of Menegroth and Iathrim heritage. I'm really happy this brief story resonated!

pursuit (Tulkas/Nessa and Oromë/Nessa, genderfluid Nessa, M) - Nessa and Tulkas wed. Smut and mythical vibes ft. confident and changing Nessa, the dancer and the god of prey. I love that weird Ainur shit.

yes many and beautiful things (Maedhros/Maglor during the War of Wrath, M, now with art by @aquaregiaart!) - After their final argument about stealing the Silmarils, Maedhros and Maglor share themselves with each other wholeheartedly one last time before the end; sort of a "what if they loved each other and that was worse."

#2023 year in review #my posts #tagged in #tag meme #sticking to silm for this one #thanks for the chance to reflect on this year's stories!!#i think nearly everyone on tumblr has done this already but if i tagged you or you see this and want to do it pls feel free to & @ me!#i did not read many multichapters this year but those i did read were fire

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crimeronan · 1 year

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every time i get an ao3 comment on a horror fic along the lines of “jesus fucking christ. this is so vile what the FUCK what the FUCKING FUCK THIS IS SO FUCKED UP” i hug my laptop to my chest and kick my feet and roll around in bed giggling like a schoolgirl who just got a love letter from her crush. omg you got physically nauseous.....? eeee

#THESE SENTIMENTS KEEP ME GOING #'cause i already know i'm funny and good at capturing Big Feelings #and i love comments about how much various funny or silly or earnest stories mean to people #but ooh god i've been repressing a lot of Horror Shit for a long time.#bc it's ugly and gross and makes people feel bad who wants to read THAT #and have only pretty recently started to shed these feelings n been like. nah i'll be honest actually #like i'll tag everything appropriately and i'll accept that engagement will b a lot lower bc no one wants to read That Shit #but i'll be honest.#so it's like. the strangest form of validation to have people be like #yeah actually this is fucking horrible and DOES feel bad and you DID convey that effectively #i'm like. thank u so much!! i wasn't sure i had the skill or the practice to do that!!!!#if youve left one of these comments (or MULTIPLE comments) on my stuff in the past few days pls know i see you and i love you #i'm WAY behind on comment replies on ao3 because of The Problems but im gonna get to 'em. in the meantime. i love u.#autoimmune tag #<-since the feelings mostly. come from this

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stonebutchstories · 2 years

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Inside stuff

Douglas (he/she, stone butch top) Allie (they/she, stone butch bottom)

long term monog relationship, vanilla, clothed (both are in boxers and t-shirts), physical contact, use of pet names, kissing, biting, hair pulling, bottom with sensory issues and non-specified anxiety around sex, light penetration, stimulating genitals over & under clothing. Character changes their mind about an act and their partner respects the boundary. Characters use varied terms to describe their genitals, you can read into it whatever suits you.

Allie wants to test their limits and Douglas is eager to help.

“Douggie.” They knock on the archway- there isn’t a door.

I smile in spite of myself. I know Allie likes my silly split tooth smile, and she doesn’t have to try hard to see it when that need strikes her- everything she does is brings it out.

“Yeah?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

They’re pressing their back firm into the wall, trying to self-soothe. Difficult subjects make them like this. Even hunched up and compressed into the slightest form they can manage, Allie’s still practically 6 feet tall. I shut my laptop.

“Yeah, ok. What’s up?” I can’t lie, I’m a little nervous from this ‘we need to talk’ business. Trying not to be, though.

Allie sucks in their teeth and fidgets with the hem of their shorts. They wear basketball shorts around the house with old band shirts, but with that shaggy mussed up hair hanging in front of their eyes, they look mysterious and alluring. I try not to show my nerves, since theirs are driving their whole body to tremble.

“I’ve been thinking and I um. I think I… wanna try…”

They trail off, making intense eye contact with the floor. I don’t rush them. After a moment, they slide down the wall, still pressing their shoulders firmly back.

“Do you want some water first?” I offer a bottle from the pack on the table. They nod.

I walk over to them and they grab the bottle without looking up. Allie is soft spoken, but I wouldn’t call them shy in most circumstances. They’re friendly and intelligent and altogether wonderful, but there are times where they take a while to be ready to speak. I don’t mind. I’m patient with my baby.

After a few sips, they clear their throat. I sit criss cross beside them, and they lean their curled up from into me. I haven’t been able to see their eyes yet.

“I think I want to do… inside stuff.”

I nod. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

They reach to cover their mouth with the flat of their palm. This is taking a tremendous effort.

“Y-you know… inside?” They sigh exasperatedly, burying their head toward their knees. “Please don’t make me say it.” They sound on the verge of tears.

I put a hand on their forearm. “Hey- hey. It’s ok. Umm… do you wanna write it?”

“No, I-“ they sigh. They lift their hands above their low-slung head. With their first finger and thumb and the first finger over their other hand, they make a lewd gesture, in and out. You know the one.

“Ah. Inside stuff.”

They told me they have only tried penetration once, long before we met. Allie is stone, and part of that has always meant that it was off the table. I’m wondering why the sudden change, and I ask as much.

“I don’t know, lately I’ve just wanted to try it.”

I hum, unsure if touching them right now would be comforting or disconcerting. I err on the side of caution and leave them be. It’s hard to imagine why Allie wants to try this when the word alone petrifies them. I kind of wonder if it isn’t someone else’s idea.

“Well, you know I’m willing to help you try it, I just wanna make sure you’re asking for yourself and not because you think you have to.”

They lift their head a little. “I know you’d never make me do it. I think that’s why I feel okay trying with you.”

I smile, opening my arms to them, if they want to be held. They do. We sit like we do sometimes when things are tough, them straddling my lap with their chin tucked over my shoulder. I squeeze my arms around them across their torso and they heave a sigh of relief.

“I’m happy you feel safe with me. That’s all I could ask for.”

“ I just don’t want you to feel like you’re missing out on-“

“Hey.” I squeeze them. “None of that. I love you.”

Allie sighs again, and I feel the tension of the conversation drain from their body. They must have been obsessing over how to talk about this forever.

“So, was this something you wanted to try tonight?”

Allie chuckles, breaking the atmosphere. They lean back on my knees. “God, no. I feel like I just got hit by a bus. I need to lie down after this.”

“Yeah?” I brush a little hair from their face and there they are- brown eyes warm with sincerity. “How about this then. The banana bread is almost set, let’s just eat and watch a movie tonight. Whenever you wanna do inside stuff, you bring it up to me. I won’t mention it unless you do first.”

They roll their eyes and smile. “God, you’re such a dyke.” We kiss, deeply and softly. “Banana bread on the couch.”

“What’s wrong with that?” I ask in mock exasperation.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” They lace our fingers together. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

——-

It’s only a few weeks before it comes up again. Meantime, we actually start having sex a lot more, just in the way we normally do. I think they want to work up to it, and I obviously don’t mind more frequent hot sex with my girlfriend. When they’re finally in the right mood, they tell me over text during work. I tell you, I spent the rest of my day floating about a foot off the ground, and no amount of screaming customers or people paying small tabs with big bills could ruin it for me.

I got home later than normal, but still on that cloud. On the way back from work I got them a bouquet. Half because I want them to feel special and secure, and half because I need something to hold in front of my face when I walk through our front door. I’m nervous too.

They tuck my curls behind my ear and kiss my forehead.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.”

Allie kisses me, tugging me up onto my tiptoes. With the height difference, we have an easier time kissing when we’re lying down, and that’s where we’re headed anyways. We have our typical night in, maybe a little sappier than normal. We luxuriate in intimacy, talking over dinner in dark and quiet tones. Allie set the table like it’s a holiday, candles and fixings set out in our nice plates and bowls. I hold onto their waist while they do the dishes (there are always more when we do fancy dinner) and we talk about our days. It’s hard to even conjure a memory of the day before I came home, all the unpleasantness has been totally erased from my mind. I flip on the electric kettle before we go upstairs, remembering absently that it’ll be nice to bring them tea later on. Allie notices and thanks me in advance, kissing and caressing the back of my hand. They pull me by that hand up the stairs and into the covers.

I turn on music on my little Bluetooth speaker and pat the sheets beside me, nestling their back against my chest. It’s easier to talk when we don’t have to look each other in the eyes, confronting shame head on. We have to access vulnerability through the side door, tricking our conscious minds out of the spiral before it starts. We talk some more.

“How do you wanna do this?”

Allie muses. “I think… it’s better if I cum before, like, the normal way. I cant just do it off the bat. It’s too much.”

I nod. Privately, I’m very happy to hear them refer to our current sex life as normal. It means a lot to them to be able to feel like that. To both of us. And I’m not one to turn down a chance to make them feel good.

“And then when we do it, I might want to stop suddenly. It’s not, like, out of fear or because of something you do, Im just new to this and I’d rather not go far enough than go too far on our first try.”

“I get it. We can always stop at any time. When you’re ready, what do you prefer to use for inside stuff?”

Allie pulls my arm over their waist. “Mmm… fingers?”

I smile. “How many?”

They reach for my hand, unfolding my pointer finger from my palm. “One, to start. Maybe two if it goes really well.”

They trace up and down my palms and forearm, making me shiver. I’m very sensitive in my hands.

“Okay. Anything else to note?”

They chuckle. It’s a little formal and choppy, the way I talk about this. I don’t care about sounding sexy before we’re in the act. I want to be sure of what I’m doing.

“Yeah, I um. I need you to be really soft. With words. And talk me through it.”

“Like praise?”

“Yeah. Just encouraging stuff, ‘good boy’, all that. You already know. Say that I’m okay, everything’s okay. I kind of … phase out otherwise. Like, I start thinking about other stuff, and feeling guilty, and it just ruins it.”

“Mmm.” I pull them in closer.

“And, Douglas, if this is too much-“

I shush them. “What you need is not too much.”

“I know, I already know, all the therapy crap. Trust me. I just feel like I take the fun out of it, for you. Sometimes.”

They’re hitting on this point, this kernel of guilt that they’ve mentioned, but never in specifics. I don’t know what to say that won’t sound like armchair psychiatric pleasantry.

“Do you wanna do me first?”

They hum, a gentle questioning sound.

“Yeah, we can do that. How do you wanna-“

I intertwine our fingers, clasped firmly at their waist.

“Like always.”

They turn to face me, still averting their eyes. I shuffle around the waistband of my boxers, starting to touch myself over the fabric. Allie lays a flat palm on my stomach possessively.

We both have issues being touched directly sometimes, so on most other nights we take care of ourselves. It’s very hot, taking care of ourselves together. Something about holding your lover, listening close to how their body reacts to certain touches and movement. I kind of imagine I’m watching them do it alone, like I walked in on them nested up and needy in my sheets while I was away. Too concerned with cumming to be concerned about anything else. Desperate. I think about them spotting me watching, coaxing me into bed beside them to enjoy the spectacle up close. Sometimes if I’m lucky, they undress a little for me, letting me observe their index finger glossing up and down their pent up cock. Their bare chest rubs against mine as they rut fast and faster, whimpering into the crook of my neck. Fuck. They give me a lot to work with.

“Gonna be so good for me tonight, right baby?” I tug at their hair, tipping their face towards mine.

“Yea.” Their voice shrinks in quiet awe.

“Yeah?” I grunt, thumb swiping over myself from over the fabric of my boxers. Allie strokes the soft hairs on my happy trail. I’ve never had a partner who thinks my body is sexy in the way that Allie does. Maybe it’s something about both us being butches, but in other relationships I had always been made to feel like the big hairy butch, like an aggressive and indelicate lover. Allie says every part of me is soft, and she loves it that way. My tone of voice, my hairy legs, my double chin. It’s not easy to feel perfect. Allie does that for me.

I kiss them deeply and passionately, chuckling at the way they fluster and falter slightly when I slip my tongue in, and then settle into me and press back more insistently. They brush my bottom lip with their tongue uncertainly, so I pull their mouth closer still and prop my thigh between theirs.

“God, baby, I can feel how fucking hot you’re getting.” I mumble into their mouth. Their boxers feel wet over my thigh, and they press their hardening cock into me to grind.

“Mmmh.” They bite my lip a little, relaxing into this familiar rhythm. Their hand massages my thigh, squeezing and kneading all my usual sore spots. Their hips move slow, dragging their wetness in lazy and lax motions. I throb at the feeling.

“Feels good?”

“Very good.” They nod, still whispering.

They sit up slightly, bracing elbows on either side of my head to grind down harder.

“Cute boy, humping my leg.”

I rub my thumb over their exposed waist in a polishing motion. The touch is enough to make them gasp, buckling a little. I growl possessively.

“You look so good doing that.”

They curl their face away from me, starting to flush red. They love the praise, but even still they can’t take a compliment.

I work my hand into the pocket of my boxers, eager for a little more touch. Allie watches with intensity. I work up and down, getting accustomed to the feeling, and getting a little more shameless about how much I enjoy myself. I’m not very loud, and I don’t have to be- Allie leans into my every wavering exhale. Their eyes dart between my parted lips and their own hand at my shoulder, itching to creep back down my stomach. I know what they’re thinking about, what they wanna do.

“Do you like to watch me touching myself, baby?”

Allie locks their ankles around my leg, wrapped up into my side and grinding down hard. They hum a little affirmative ‘mhm’.

“You wanna taste?” A little edge in my tone, some derision. I can tease when the mood strikes me.

Allie whines, making me smirk. “Awww, already? Already that bad? Slow down, pretty boy.” I still Allie’s hips, slowing the desperate rut theyd already fallen into. It only makes them whine harder.

I lift my hand from my boxers to Allie’s chin, tipping them to face me. We pause to look at each other for a moment, and I revel in the depth of Allie’s eyes- pupils blown wide and dark, with fleeting awareness of anything outside this room fading from them. They’re so ready to be good for me.

“Close your eyes, baby. Just feel it.”

Their lids snap shut heavily the moment the words leave my mouth. When it feels good, when it REALLY feels good, Allie does what I say without hesitation. It’s hard to be embarrassed when you want it bad enough.

I tug their chin with my thumb. “Open.”

Allie doesn’t suck my fingers, not that that’s what I’m looking for. They just open up and let me touch. I trace the pad of my fingers up and down their tongue, feeling it’s warmth and wetness, the way they try to keep it still as I prod further. I see their eyebrows knit as the wetness spreads over their tongue. They tune in to fixate somewhere between taste and touch, melting into me. They don’t speed up their hips, but they start winding them in a figure eight, stuttering every time they brush a sensitive spot.

I slip out of Allie’s mouth. “Taste good?”

They’re too needy to respond with anything other than trembling moans. I push their jaw up slightly, angling in to their neck to leave some marks. It’s that kind of night.

Allie’s legs tighten around my thigh. I don’t want to bite too hard, so I switch between leaving hickies and running my tongue up their neck , stopping to whisper praise in their ear. My thigh is getting slippery.

“Ahh- thought we were doing you first?” Their voice is strained and high pitched. I get the sense they’re ready for more, and want to make sure I’m taken care of first before they’re too deep in it.

I chuckle. I like to draw it out and take my time, so I know we’re both all the way in before we really get going. This kind of night needs a big build up. That being said, I’m embarrassingly close already. I touch myself more.

They lean their forehead into my cheek, at the right spot for me to be able to hear their quiet ‘ah’s against my skin. Im always silent when I touch myself, especially when I do it alone, but Allie can’t help themself no matter how they try to stifle it. The way they try to stay quiet is so cute, I absolutely adore it. I squeeze their ass, dragging my nails down along their thigh to the back of their knee. Allie shudders, disrupting the quick little bunny thrusts they were making into my thigh.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

Allie says nothing, just tightens their arms around my shoulders. I scoot down further to get a better angle for my fingers. Every stroke feels warm and electric, familiar and thrilling. Allie cranes to leave little kisses under my jaw.

“Say that you’re mine, baby. Tell me it.” My voice rumbles out between heaving breaths.

“I’m yours.” No hesitation. Fuck.

“Again.” I grasp Allie’s inner thigh, raking my nails across the soft skin just inches from where they really want to be touched. Their body curls out and I feel the soaking wetness of their boxers on the back of my hand.

“I’m yours.” Allie takes a a fistful of my hair and tugs. The shock of it rockets up my body, lighting up nerves and feelings of pleasure all over me.

I cum with a strangled moan, with Allie pulling my hair to arch my back off the bed. It just makes me cum even harder. My arms are wrapped over their shoulders and I squeeze as hard as I can.

“Mine. Mine.” I insist, finishing with choppy thrusts. They know how to make me feel good.

I feel Allie’s chest collapse into me, pressing me down as I try to catch my breath. They wrap around me tight, ankles crossed around my upper thigh. If I stood up now, if my legs could do anything but shake, I’m sure Allie would be frozen in place on my thigh.

“I love when you cum holding me.” They prop up to look me in the eyes, assertive.

I exhale. “Yeah?” My arms snake around their waist, ready to flip them under me. Maybe in just a second, though. No need to rush.

Allie matches pace with me, still swirling their waist but in slow and labored movements. I push them against me insistently.

“It’s really hot, baby.” The corners of their eyes crinkle up in a cheeky smile. “Your hands are really- really strong.”

I laugh a little. “Are they?”

“Yeah, you’re all big and strong.” They squeeze my bicep. “You make me feel taken care of.”

I sigh. “You, too.”

Allie doesn’t fight me on it, like I know they typically would. Its nice to feel like the gentleman, and it’s nice to feel like you’re being romanced, though it’s hard to have both. Does Allie know that despite all the misplaced embarrassment they feel for the way that they do it, that I think they’re fantastic at this? I pull them in closer and kiss their forehead. That’s about as close as I can get to saying stuff like that out loud. I think they know, though, from the way their shoulders release and they exhale till our chests are as close as we can physically manage.

After a moment, I sit up a little, rearranging us while still clasped tight so Allie’s on the bottom. They grab my wrist and direct me where to go, rubbing a thumb over the top of my palm as they place it over their boxers. Not under, yet.

I can feel the wetness that had been against me even better with my hands, and with confident familiarity. When I brush Allie’s sensitive spot, I can feel it pulsing. I pull them into another long kiss, tasting the way it makes their mouth water. The heel of my palm is flat on their waistband, soft and straight hairs peeking out the top. I trace a lazy corkscrew over them with my ring and pointer fingers.

“G-god, fuck-“ Allie throws their head back. “Like that.”

“Like that?” I go a little faster, and Allie whines.

“Baby, please,” Allie sputters. “I want it so bad.”

“You want what?”

“I want you to make me cum. I wanna cum from you, baby, make me cum.” They plead dizzily.

I trace a fingertip under their waistband, making them shudder.

“This ok?”

“Yes. Please. Just, fuck, Douglas- oh my god.”

Like I said, Allie isn’t shy in the right circumstances. I like it a lot. My hand reaches underneath their boxers. They hold on tight to my wrist, muttering in waves that peak in pitch when I press my hips against them more.

My fingers meet their wet cunt and everything else stops but the thudding I feel in my chest. I bite my lip and suck in a breath hard.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking wet. That’s hot,”

Allie whimpers, tension going slack as they open to my touch.

“That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.”

Their legs part wider and I can’t keep my composure. My hips start thrusting on their own. When I feel them dripping on my fingers I grunt into their neck, leaving some deeper bite makes over the hickies. My baby’s hips pitch up and down, seeking more. I rub side to side, slippery fingertips sliding over Allie’s throbbing cock.

“Please. Please.” They whimper.

“You being a good boy for me, baby?”

“Yes, fuck-“ I slide their cock between my pointer and middle fingers, holding it in between to stroke. “Yes.”

“Yeah, you are. So well behaved. So pretty. Trying to keep it together when I touch you.”

Allie kisses me desperately, and I bite their bottom lip. Their hips pitch in all directions, rhythmic thrusts falling apart. I stroke the sensitive underside of their cock with my middle finger. I can taste the way they salivate. The direct stimulation is so very much, almost too much to handle. Allie writhes.

“God, fuck-“

“Gonna cum?”

Allie grits their teeth. They nod, moans growing into growls. I love how they go from whiny to deep when they’re about to cum.

“Cum for me, baby.” I press and flick against their throbbing little cock. I can feel how hard they are now, at the edge.

Allies thighs snap shut around my hand and they throw back their head.

“Ahh, fff—“ They can’t get the words out.

“Good boy.” I catch the flat of their face in the palm of my hand, and they nestle into the touch and the praise. Their orgasm takes their whole body, curling in on itself and involuntarily tightening. I don’t stop stroking them, enrapt in the sensations and sounds. They’re quiet until it breaks over them, and then they’re panting and moaning like diver who came up choking for air. Only then do my fingers still, cupped around their pulsating wetness.

We both catch our breath for a minute. Allie’s arms fall heavy to their sides.

“You ok?” I kiss their forehead, sweaty hair plastered to their skin. “You did so good for me.”

Allie hums, slumping into my chest. Still a little out of it. Maybe that dizziness and pleasure flips a switch in them, because suddenly they’re acting very different. They’ve gone deep into desperation, leaving all shame and shyness behind. Moaning like a whore.

“I want you inside, baby. Please.”

I stop dead. I’ve never heard them say something like that. It does something for me. I’m pulling their boxer briefs down their legs before I realize it. I want to be inside Allie too. They can just keep going sometimes, over and over till we pass out and the sun rises.

“Here?” I trace my fingertips to their wetness, and they shiver. They’re not as chatty now that they’ve cum, they just want to be docile and good. Our waists meet again, thrusting stilled. I want to be able to start small.

I run my hands up and down their flushed body, and feel the velvety texture of their stretch-marked thigh on my palm. There is something so sumptuous and intimate about touching and not being touched back, a total immersion in someone else’s body. Not just mechanically, but immersion in the sensation of their body. Noticing the way they arch and bend. Warm skin getting warmer with each consecutive movement. Sorting out the sensitive spots. It’s even more engaging with stone partners. We’ve been having sex for years, but before today we’ve never felt like penetration or direct touch was necessary to be totally together. We don’t go ‘all the way’, but itd be wrong to say our sex lives are incomplete. Actually, it’s the opposite. It’s something so complete I lack words. That’s just like me, though. Speechless.

“Gonna go inside, okay?” My fingertips are at the ready, testing the tightness of Allie’s dripping cunt. They nod.

When my finger breaches them slightly, they shout a little. It startles me.

“You ok?”

“K-keep going.” Allie covers their face in their hands.

I move slowly, kissing their collarbones and wrists. Allie is extremely tight, and the pulsing heartbeat I feel wrapping around my nerves is deep and fast. Maybe because they just came, and maybe because they’re nervous to be doing this for the first time. As my finger creeps further in, Allie’s moans transform again. They sound soft and vulnerable.

“I got you, baby. You’re ok.”

Allie pulls out foreheads flush, and I slide all the way in. They wrap their arms around me and their mouth flies open wide. I kiss them on the needy, messy, desperate open mouth.

“How’s it feel?”

“Ah, god- it’s so much.” There are tears in their voice.

“Too much?”

“No, Just-“ They pant. “Slow. Please.”

I oblige carefully, slowly sliding in and out, curling my pointer finger into their soft walls. I’ve never touched them like this before, so I’m flying blind. All that I can think of right now is how Allie asked me to talk them through it, so with every movement I mumble soft praise into their ear. They start to relax every time I whisper ‘good boy.’

“How do you like it, babe. Tell me.”

“Like this.” Allie explains with a tremble in their hands and their voice. They trace against my bare skin in the motion they want me to try, which I mirror as best I can.

“Yeah, that’s how you like it, isn’t it, pretty boy? You feel so good. I love taking you like this.”

“O-oh fffuck.” Allies cunt tightens fantastically around me, barely giving me room to thrust or stimulate with just one finger. I keep placing soft kisses all over them. I let go of my eagerness and allow this to move at a more comfortable pace.

I continue for a while, earning soft sighs and enjoying the desperate throbbing. There’s no rush, and no objective. It would be nice if Allie could cum from this, but there’s not an expectation that they have to. We’re trying something very new and very intimidating, and the most important part is that it’s enjoyable. So when I notice their moans starting to go quiet and their nose crinkle into a wince, I stop.

“You ok?”

Allie nods. “Y-yeah, but I think I-I’m done now, that stings-“

“Okay,” I retract my hand slowly, trying not to cause any pain. “Okay. We’re done.”

Allie sighs in relief, and when I’m all the way out, they kiss me gently.

“Thank you.”

We nestle together in bed, my wet fingers still in Allie’s boxers. Our breathing evens out as the atmosphere of sex evaporates, leaving us behind in a lazy embrace. I suddenly notice the music on the speakers again, which had been playing the entire time. At some point I must’ve tuned it out, but here it is again. It’s something Allie likes, all smooth and folksy. They like the steel guitar bends and the jazz chord progressions. I think they’ve convinced me to agree; whatever’s playing when I look in my baby’s eyes is my favorite song.

After some rest, when I think we’ve both come down a little, I get curious.

“So… What made you want to do inside stuff? It was sort of out of the blue.”

Allie holds me close. “You have to not laugh.”

“I won’t.”

“It was because of Loren’s new boyfriend.”

I snort on accident, and Allie shoves my shoulder playfully. Loren always has a new boyfriend every time we see him.

“Don’t laugh! That’s not even the funny part.”

“I know, I know. Sorry. tell me more.”

Allie huffs indignantly. “Loren and I got dinner like, two months ago, and he kept telling me about how his new boyfriend and him were having this crazy amazing sex. I think I got sort of jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Not of, like, their relationship. I mean, I was jealous because … Loren looked fantastic. He was actually glowing. He had that post dicked-down glow.”

I promised not to laugh, but now I’m cackling. It’s alright, Allie is too in spite of themself. I know Loren, and I know the phrase ‘post dicked down glow’ is a direct quotation.

“You wanted to try it so you could have better skin?”

“Not skin! I mean like he looked happy. Glowing in a happy way.”

“Awww, baby.” I hold Allie’s head in my hands. “You get the glow too. It’s just not from like, the act of being penetrated. It’s just dopamine.”

“Am I glowing right now?” Allie fluffs their hair, fake showboating. With the giggling and closeness and everything we did just moments ago, the answer is a resounding yes.

“Oh, it’s a whole firefly type deal, babe.”

They laugh and shrug. “I dunno, it just made me kinda wonder if the reason I hated inside stuff at first was because of the person I was doing it with. I thought that since I love you and trust you, and my dysphoria during sex has gotten a lot better, this time I’d change my mind.”

I pause. “Well… did you?”

Allie considers for a moment. “Mmm. Somewhat. It was fun for a minute, then it just hurt and made me feel kinda bad. But that first minute was a good one.”

I rub their shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, not really. It’s more like… sore? It’s not anything you did, I just don’t enjoy how it feels very much I guess. I think I still need to figure out a way of doing it that’s more comfortable for me, if there is one. And even then I don’t think it’s something I’d do a lot. It was fun to try, though.”

I wrap my arms around them. “Well, there’s no rush. And I’m always willing to help in whatever way you need.”

Allie holds me right back. They heave a sigh. “Thank you. Today was perfect.”

I can feel the strain of tension in their muscles melt away. Maybe some would be skeptical that sex that wasn’t necessarily pleasurable at the end could be perfect, but I know that the trust is what does it. I pull the quilted duvet over us. Allie dozes off after a moment, consumed in warmth and closeness. When I’m sure they’re comfortable, I shuffle out to grab them a cup of tea and wash my hands. Before I step into the hall, I linger in the doorway for an extra moment. Low lamplight frames their face, honeyed and content. That’s my baby.

#stone butch #butch4butch #stone lesbian #my text #lesbian nsft #once again I am writing abt stones in love #this one has been in my drafts for a very very long time so I hope you all like it #and if u do. pls leave a comment or something #i know it’s not ‘satisfying’ or whatever to write about something that doesn’t work out #but I write for mysef and what I wanted to read was a story abt someone changing their mind and being safe to do so #I think it’s important. I hope u like it too

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italictext · 4 months

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Desperately fighting back the urge to reread the land of stories :( So here have some doodles I made :>

#The land of stories #Tlos fanart #My art #Skylene Lavenders #Xanthous Hayfield #A tale of magic #They're probably off because I drew them from memory #Ok but like was no one going to tell me that (Spoiler for a tale of sorcery!!) that Xanthous gets a boyfriend?? WHAT #I only read the first book of a tale of magic. I should read the others.#I also want to reread Artemis Fowl so I'll make fanart of that too But also pls imagine #Au where arty is the one who's hunting Kira. You see my vision right?? It will be so sooo cool.#Also going to draw Red soon <33 Red is cool she's my fave. And froggy!#Bree is cool too I should draw her

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brekker-by-brekkerr · 9 months

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WAKE UP NEW EMILY HENRY BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT!!!!!

this woman always writes exactly what i could want from a story (and then also blows my mind with how much more incredible it is than expected). writers in beach houses going on romcom dates and having you belong with me mv conversations with each other from their windows? best friends to lovers who go on adventures together? a vegetarian older sister protagonist who works in book publishing and is allowed to love her career and life in the city and doesn’t have to change that??? a found family in a coastal town and a second chance romance and a people pleaser protagonist? like these all feel like they were specifically written with me in mind (and i would go out on a limb and say they feel that way for a lot of people) and this new book is the next in line to do the same because. roommates??? i just went on a rant to my friend the other day about how i love the subset of forced proximity that is roommates to lovers (it’s the way you grow to be so comfortable and authentic around each other) and how i want more books like this and. the queen emily henry heard me??? and it’s still a summer romance. and the protagonist is a librarian!! and the concept is genius. GENIUS. i love her. she never disappoints

#if you're an EH fan and you're not subscribed to her grocery list what are you doing #go subscribe #this news made my day #my week my month #i need it now #new EH books coming out as hardcovers before paperbacks is my villain origin story though #i want to preorder it but i don't want a hardback :(#and i want a physical copy of happy place but when is that paperback coming out pls #anyways read emily henry for clear skin #emily henry #books #book lovers #people we meet on vacation #happy place #beach read #funny story

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northernember · 1 year

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oh the things i would give for a midnight sun style rq book, just like a condensed version of the series but from cal’s pov

both for the additional interactions between him and the other characters but also so i can spend the entire read highlighting all the times he thinks/mentions mare that man is down Bad okay

also im so desperate for more cal and maven interactions just P l e a s e i want to see them be brothers and love each other Before the Betrayal™️

#victoria pls pls pls pls pls #im on my knees Begging #like fuck stephenie meyer but she kinda popped off with that concept #highly doubt shes the first person who’s done it of course #but i do love the idea of taking a story and telling it from a different characters pov #i havent read midnight sun so no idea if she even did it justice #but done well it probably adds more context to the characters and their relationships #along with allowing you to build on to the b or c plot #but i also selfishly want to see what that bitch was up to when mare wasnt looking/imprisoned #and if it isnt being perpetually covered in blood aveyard will have failed me once more smh #red queen series #cal calore

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earthssprout · 10 months

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it's so very late ... but I'm full of muse, & there are so many precious ideas racing through my head right now 😭🤌🤌

#( ❀ | ooc )#( I was the Busiest Bee today 🥺 & spent the remainder of it tucked in bed #reading a little story #but I'm also falling deeper into the j.jba hole 😭#slightly unrelated but also Not Exactly ...#Ari just wants to be soft with all the muses on the dash & I honestly just might let her ...#I want to chat abt cute dynamics & plots 🥺🌷🌱 lil' scenarios & such!#if any of you are up for Such Things pls feel free to ask for my discord!🌷#OR--if you already have it--hmu! let's talk abt cute stuff 🥺🍃 )

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martyrbat · 1 year

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[ID: The title panel for 'The Bat-man' and 'The Case of the Chemical Syndicate'. In it, a mysterious silhouette is standing on a rooftop as they look out at the skyscrapers in the background. The silhouette has giant wings that resembles a bat! They flare out on each side of the figure as their human-esque legs and head stick out from it. The sky is light blue as the narration explains: The "Bat-man", a mysterious and adventurous figure fighting for righteousness and apprehending the wrongdoer, in his lone battle against the evil forces of society… His identity remains unknown. END ID]

detective comics #27 | (#627 reprint)

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We see a young man sitting in a blue chair and smoking a pipe as an older man sits across from him. The narration reads: The home of Commissioner Gordon, who at the moment is entertaining his young socialite friend, Bruce Wayne. — Bruce is wearing an amber, windowpane checked suit and has his black hair neatly combed back. Gordon, the older man with silver hair and glasses, wears a white suit with black lines forming a herringbone pattern across it. Bruce has his chin resting against his palm in boredom as he asks, "Well, commissioner, anything exciting happening these days?" Gordon responds, "No-o – except this fellow they call the 'Bat-man' puzzles me!" He's interrupted by his phone ringing.

Gordon talks into the phone, "Hello… What's that? Lambert, The Chemical King… Stabbed to death? His son's finger prints on the knife? – I'll be right over!" He hangs up the phone and tells Bruce, "Talk about something exciting… Old Lambert has been murdered at his mansion… I'm going there now. Like to come along?" Bruce nonchalantly says, "Oh well, nothing else to do, might as well." They speed off to Lambert's residence, where they greet the police sergeant. He leads them to the scene of the crime and after a thorough examination, Gordon begins to talk to the murder suspect: 'Young' Lambert, who's already insisting that he wasn't the one that killed his father!

Gordon orders the distressed man to calm down and explain what happened. Young Lambert wipes at his forehead nervously as he reluctantly elucidates, "Well sir… Tonight I came home early, and as I was passing the library I heard a groan... I rushed in and there was my father lying on the floor, with a knife in him! … And as I rushed in, I got the impression of something leaping out of the window… I also noticed that father's safe was opened… I pulled the knife out of my father's body, and turned him toward me just in time to hear him say 'contract'... And then he died. That's how I got my fingerprints on the knife… That's the truth, commissioner!" Two panels accompany Young Lambert's words. It shows him finding his father's body by the open window before cradling his father close to him. 'Old' Lambert vaguely warns his son about the contract before dying in his arms.

Gordon raises his hand to his chin in thought before asking, "Hmm! Did your dad have any enemies or people who had an interest in his business activities?" The man hesitantly answers, "... not that I know of, except his three former business partners... Let's see, they were Steven Crane, Paul Rogers and Alfred Stryker." Before Gordon can continue to question him, he's interrupted by another cop. He's alerted, "Commissioner, there's a man named Steve Crane who wants to speak to Old Lambert... When I told him that Old Lambert was murdered he got very excited and wanted to speak to you!"

Gordon takes the phone and asks what's the trouble. Crane hastily explains, "Yesterday, Mr. Lambert called and told me he received an anonymous threat on his life... today I received the same... That's why I called up... and I'm afraid I'll be next... what shall I do?" Gordon orders, "Wait… And do not let anybody in… We'll be over soon as we can – what's that, Bruce?" He hangs up as Bruce Wayne's actions distract him. Bruce – who's been silently observing this whole time – smacks his tobacco pipe against his open palm, dumping the ashes onto the floor of the crime scene. He apathetically announces, "Ho hum! I'll leave you here to finish your work… I'm going home."

Meanwhile, Crane sits in his home library with a feeling of impending danger as he waits… Before a gunman suddenly breaks in! He shoots Crane dead without hesitation before stealing a paper from his safe and leaving through the window! He joins his partner on the roof, who checks if the murderer got the paper. The narration reads: ... As the two men leer over their conquest, they do not notice a third menacing figure standing behind them… It is the "Bat-Man!" — The cowardly criminals recoil in shock at the masked man. He wears a cowl that conceals the top half of his face and has bat like ears sticking out. His arms are crossed as he broadly stands with his legs spread. On his chest is a bat emblem and he has a big, dramatic cape draped from his shoulders that flare out – it too resembling a bat.

But suddenly the Bat-Man punches the accompanying partner, knocking him unconscious! He grabs the murderer in a headlock and with a mighty heave, he sends the burly criminal flying through the air and off the roof! Commissioner Gordon and his men are just arriving at the scene – the commissioner announcing it's the Bat-Man and to 'get him', prompting the other cops to start firing at the mysterious stranger! The Bat-Man flees from the scene at once, but not before quickly snatching the paper the criminals stole from Crane's safe!

He escapes to his red sedan and reads the paper he took from the killers before a grim smile stretches across his lips. He speeds off to an unknown destination! During which, the butler informs Gordon and his men that Crane has been murdered. Gordon tells another cop, "That's two dead partners out of the four that received threatening notes. The other two must have received them too… Let's go to Rogers next!"

Meanwhile Rogers, who has learned of Lambert's death by news broadcast, has already gone to the neighboring laboratory of his erstwhile partner, Alfred Stryker… — Rogers greets Stryker's assistant, Jennings. Jennings invites the distraught man inside before clubbing him in the head and tying him up in the laboratory's basement! Jennings schemes to himself, "Heh! Heh! One more out of the way – soon I'll control everything!"

Rogers wakes to find himself in a trap and calls Jennings a fiend! Jennings laughs again as he taunts, "This is the gas-chamber I use to kill guinea pigs, to experiment with – but now you are my guinea pig! When the glass lid covers you entirely, gas will come through the jet and kill you! I'm going down now to turn the gas on… Sleep well!" he leaves with one last giggle and with a pull of the brake to cause the glass chamber to start to descend!

But at that very moment, the Bat-Man jumps through an open transom! He seizes a wrench from a table and leaps for the gas-chamber, barely managing to get inside before it seals itself against the floor! Swiftly, the Bat-Man plugs the gas jet with a handkerchief. He unties Rogers and with a powerful swing, he uses the wrench to break the glass!

Jennings returns and is startled at seeing the Bat-Man! He reaches for his gun but the masked vigilante 'greets' him with a flying tackle and punch, knocking the murderous assistant unconscious!

Meanwhile, Stryker has heard the crash of the gas-chamber being broken. He enters the laboratory and finds Rogers and his assistant, failing to notice the Bat-Man has secluded himself in the shadows. Rogers exclaims that Stryker's assistant tried to kill him! Stryker responds, "So he didn't get you after all… Well, I'll finish you and then throw your body in the acid tank below." He pulls a knife and goes to attack Rogers before the Bat-Man springs into action!

He grabs Stryker's hand harshly, forcing him to drop the knife in shock! Rogers asks the masked man why did Stryker try to kill him as the Bat-Man holds the would-be murderer by his collar to prevent his escape. He explains, "This rat was behind the murders! You see, I learned that you, Lambert, Crane, and Stryker were once partners in the Apex Chemical Corporation. Stryker, who wished to be sole owner, but having no ready cash made secret contracts with you, to pay a certain sum of money each year until he owned the business. He figured by killing you and stealing the contracts, he wouldn't have to pay this money."

Rogers can't help but to admire, "Hmm, a very clever scheme, and being the contracts were a strict secret between the four of us, our heirs or the outside world wouldn't know a thing about them… But how did you know all this?" The Bat-Man pulls a rolled up piece of paper out of nowhere before simply stating, "I secured this contract from one of his hired killers."

Suddenly, Stryker, with the strength of a madman, tears himself free from the grasp of the Bat-Man… — He shoves himself away in an attempted escape but the Bat-Man knocks him off-balance with a right hook punch to the man's face! He stumbles backwards and crashes through the flimsy railing, falling into the tank of acid. Bat-Man solemnly remarks that it's 'a fitting ending for his kind'. Rogers turns to the mysterious man, starting to ask how could he ever thank him, but the Bat-Man is already fleeing by the skylight window.

The next day, young Bruce Wayne is again a visitor at the commissioner's house… Who has just finished telling Bruce the latest exploits of the "Bat-Man". — Bruce is skeptical of the story, telling Gordon, "Hmm! A very lovely fairy-tale, commissioner, indeed." After Bruce departs, the commissioner mumbles to himself, "Bruce Wayne is a nice young chap – but he certainly must lead a boring life… Seems disinterested in everything."

Bruce returns to his home and goes to his bedroom. A short while later, the door slowly opens, revealing to us Bruce Wayne's greatest secret and something that would surely amaze all… That he himself is the Bat-Man!

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#big thank you to north for helping me with which format to go with for this and all future full IDs <333 #and as always click for better quality but !!! i IDed my first full comic !! >:D #not the best story but all must have a beginning! im mostly a batman based blog so it seemed like a good place to start hehe :3 #slowly working through AC 1 and more detective comics too. i wanna do batmans solo run too but... itll take awhile.#(also debating if i wanna go chronicle or just pick (imo) the more worthy ones/skip around/any recs.... decisions !#also personally i think batman a celebration of 75 years have a better updated art style #however this one takes from the batman 387 reprint of 27 but with updated colours.#so that means more or less the same design choices but with 2 updates of colours.#granted i like the colours of 387 more but that's my personal love for the more chunky colours and lines that that era of comics had #but! for the sake of accessibility as well as taking into account clarity and presumably mass preference i chose this one :)#no one cares but yea :)) really happy to finally have this up!#i still want to make a space i can host all my ids so its more accessible and easier to find but thats a future project for a future day :)#if any errors as always pls tell me & ill correct them! im disabled too but i read & listened to it 5 times to try & make sure it was good #anyways if u read this far....hi..... how are u..... thats [good/bad] im [happy/sad] to hear that [:):]#c: detective comics | i: 27 #c: detective comics | i: 627 #transcrypts #crypt's panels #bruce wayne #batman #jim gordon #posts from the crypt #my tags are all over the place #im just buzzing with excitement hehehe :33

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