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kiwibirdlafayette · 1 year

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after the battles, yet we cannot win the war (its a mad multiverse out there that's for sure)

hi im back. its timeline time >:] very much still a work in progress, uhh only vague for that I don't wanna spoil Big Things (for no reason, this is really all for fun LMAO no one is gonna wanna produce this)

*obligatory disclaimer, all named characters are in reference to solely the RP characters, and have nothing to do with CCs

the stuff that happens after S2/before Isles isnt as important plus ive rambled about it before

During Isles tldr; Sonja revives Capsize with the help of Spark, Kristin, Phil and Ianite.

Tom returns to the present from Isles, literally falling from a rift and landing facefirst onto the deck of Capsize's boat

Jordan got taken by DreamXD into the DSMP to be trapped in the End Realm- long story short he finds Techno and Phil, they free him, he gets launched far from the Syndicate meeting room, roped into working for Wilburger and reconnects with Tubbo this is all the DSMP Sparklez stuff

When Techno's Syndicate has their ending (the canon one Phil wrote), Rux!Dianite (I'll just refer to him as Dia) uses the anomaly signal caused when Wilbur left to Utah to find Jordan and bring him home with Tubbo (Michael and Ranboo idk they fit in here somewhere im not on about writing this just yet)

Everyone's home yayyy Tom is doin his Mecha Dianite things, everyone's kinda gettin along (not really.. lots of uh. skeletons in the closet. Big Character Conflits). then Boom. Alice Syndicate (and Karl bc he deserves to get saved from whatever the fuck happens to him at the end of Isles im not that far yet LMAO anyways)

Basically. Big Frick. NoWhere (deity of multiverse) has discovered a force that is causing worlds to decay away (ooc: inactive SMPs) explaining why it seems Mianite is getting rotted despite Tom being there aka all 3 gods present

Leads them to Vault Hunters/Hermitcraft universe- long running, no decay, Vault Gods must know something

Tom gets sent there first. Cue confusion thing and him bein a little messed up with his attachment issues to Jordan after he just got his bf back, he fights Pete, gets kicked

X33n (aka deviser gaines who ditched everyone and reinvented himself) and Tubbo talk to VH!Ianite get Tom back, he talks to Vault Gods. Wendarr explains what the force was, now their worlds are untimed. This entity is like a mimic, its hard to find. Suggests they check Hermitcraft

Tom returns, the team prepares. Dia agrees to take Tom's place alongside the S1 siblings temporarily to let him investigate.

On the way to speak to the hermit gods or watchers, theyre intercepted by someone who looks like Martyn inthelittlewood (its not him) in the data streams who says they have information. Jokes on them. its a mimic, and sends them flying off their trail into a random vanilla world.

Its where Tucker went. theres also a witch there too shes chill

They catch up with Tucker, find out where he's been.

Conflict part 23, haven't fleshed this out but ends with Tucker agreeing to join them in their shenanigans one last time

Alice finds traces of the entity in a realm akin to Empires S2, its called Aitheaca.

Through her portal, Tom, Jordan, Sonja, Capsize and Tucker end up in Aitheaca, and are greeted by the fishy Watcher Merina and wither skeleton Cassell, who help them get to safety before Flash can find them

Wag is also there by a random coincidence, has just been hanging out with William and Mianite. Bro's just been travelling about the multiverse for fun

Most story takes place here; Martha's theory is the Ianite in this realm is housing the entity (Jordan agrees.. why else would his lady be evil and hellbent on keeping balance to the point of it being destructive?) Basically, them two's about to have a massive fucking wakeup call. Capsize is skeptical

Back home, Ianite, Dia and Mianite are trying to hold their crumbling realm together with the help of Spark, Mot Jeriah and Alyssa, going back n forth between Ruxomar to pick up quintessence. Its not gone well

Stuff ensues. How it ends? I really don't know yet...

and uh. I mean i do have more but its more spoilery but its for ending things which I'm still working out so yeeee But! That's the gist of it; I really wanna focus on themes of them having to understand things are temporary, the idea of things having to have an end, and when it ends, who will be there to start again with you.

#long post #i didnt wanna use a read more bc it would just give me the ability to keep writing So Much and i need to force myself to be succinct #i shouldnt neeed to say this but just in the rare case this breaks containment. be normal please. be nice. im doin this for fun #lafakiwi writes #mianite: tales of aitheaca #gays on a boat aka multiverse of madness #it should be known over half of this is CC Tom's fault for even daring suggest 'mianite multiverse'#in that goddamn. build competition video #that i have brainrot for other reaosns but anyway anyhoozers #tom syndicate #jordan captainsparklez #sonja omgitsfirefoxx #captain capsize #(and many other characters i wont tag bc ill go insane)#non est ad astra mollis e terra via: smp multiverse #mianite au #mianite

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byooregard · 15 days

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THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR NON-HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS. HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS DNI

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based on your likes!

every time I see a human talking about "how cool it would be to have superpowers" or some shit like that I loose it a little bit more. do these people realize that being a mutant isn't just fun powers. like even beyond the shit I deal with trying to get jobs or all the relationships that have been ruined once people realized I'm a mutant. abilities aren't just fun and games, I have a friend who can't touch people without nearly killing them, I burned down three buildings before someone finally taught me to control my abilities, and these people are all like "wouldn't it be great to fly to work every day??" just admit that you see us as comic book characters and not real people with real struggles

#actually mutant #jay .txt

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self diagnosing is great and all but most of you people aren't telepaths, you're just hyperempathic

#actually mutant #actually telepathic #hyperempathy #crosstagging i know but some of yall need to see this #tilley speaks #it can be dangerous to go around acting like you know peopels actual thoughts when its just your brain

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oh-you-pretty-things

#vent post #sometimes I get really mad at magneto #like I think he's done a lot for mutant rights and stuff #but I'm so fucking tired of everyone assuming that I'm evil just because of my powers #like jesus not all of us are trying to start atomic wars #some metallokinetics just use their abilities to make cool sculptures #but I can't get a spoon from across the room in front of strangers without someone mentioning jfk

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mutantbuffy reblogged muntantpollscentral

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*physical mutation meaning something that is ALWAYS physical, not just something you can turn off and on whenever

#ig my mutation IS technically physical its just not visible to people most of the time so i feel weird claiming that #but like i was born with the tattoo marks #the powers didnt come till later tho #so idk which to pick

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sploimsh reblogged jesterjuleses

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HEY! shout-out to people with *weird* mutations. Mutations that don't look cool, mutations that are gross, mutations that are dirty, mutations that you can't tell people about because they always cringe. You're just as valid as every other mutant out there. Your powers don't need to be palettable to humans for you to be treated with respect.

#THIS!!! #rb

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rosetvler

god i am so tired of the hypocrisy in this community. the double standards are insane. its okay to have 'scary' powers but the moment someone's abilities are scarier than like, pyrokinesis you're evil and dangerous to be around. 'acceptance' for you people only means nice mutants who've never hurt or scared anyone ever.

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non-mutants can reblog this btw

#srb #actually mutant #getting real tired of this

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okay like. i get that were all about acceptance and pride or w/e but no one in this tag has ever had friends irl i swear. if someone asks you not to read their mind you shouldnt. honestly you shouldnt be using telepathy on people at all without their permission. mutant abilities dont disclude you from respecting peoples boundaries

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i swear to god you people are such hypocrites. its all 'mutant and proud' until someone has a power you dont like. its always about keeping the humans feeling comfortable instead of thinking about how it feels to never use your powers because theyre breaking 'boundaries' that were made up by humans in the first place

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dude do you hear yourself right now

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Hey, I like your point op, but maybe you should stop trying to speak over actual telepaths and let them decide how to use their powers themselves???

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i. i am a telepath.

#duddeeee telepaths are insane #used to be friends with one SO glad i broke that off before it went too bad

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#x men #cleb talky #marvel comics #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #x men movies #x men comics #i dont know what to tag this #i have more of these in my brain

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kimio7 · 10 months

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Fics that defined my love of f1 rpf

In celebration of literally nothing actually, i bring you a fic rec list of some of my favourites!!! very condensed (100+ -> 15 not even including tumblr fics) and im kinda sad i cant put all of my favs down lol but these are like my must reads!!

pleaseeee read these if u havent already its all amazing even if you dont vibe with the ships themselves

Strollonso:

silver platter by atwater | E | 9k

Literally the first fic I've ever read and basically got me into this fandom (and ship). Theyre both so unhinged and amazing it's a very fun read. Probably the best written lance ive every read.

Make Sound by antimonyandthyme | E | 1k

Makes me so fucking insane no notes this is just amazing oh my god

I make two grand an hour by Kaytheologie | E | 3k

Literally so hot and so amazing. lance is so bitchy in this one is great. amazing writing and amazing premise, literally inspired me to sketch out something right after (might finish it at some point)

Sewis:

provenance by ecorone | M | 18K

Literally the fic that introduced and made me fall in love with sewis. it wrecked me like i still havent recovered at all. the writing itself is just, i vibe to it so much

The Numbering at Bethlehem by Kaytheologie | E | 26k

might be one of my favourite fics, ever. what a masterpiece genuinely the environment is just so immersive and lush. ive reread it a dozen time and it never gets old

Brocedes:

you're my purple candy high by nothoughtsjustvibes | M | 5k

baby's first brocedes 🥹 started my love affair with emotional destruction. ruined me when i just first read it and ruined me every time after that. The writing is so profound and laid out their tragedy bare.

the torture of small talk with someone you used to love by finedae | T | 2k

baby's first nico fic!! it also destroyed me!! i think this is the one that made me join f1br bc i was just so obsessed with the writing i needed to know what the author was like lol.

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special research vessels by ecorone | M | 15k

listen i thought this ship wouldve been more popular than it is LOL or at least not as hated. regardless, i love this fic so much. I love the environment, I love the dialogue, the characterization, everything. It's just such an amazing reading experience

matchstick people by ecorone | E | 60k

if you havent noticed by now, im obsessed with this author. the prose, the characterizations, how beautifully the magical realism of it all was realized. horror as a genre is so underutilized in fanfics as a whole but when its done, its done amazingly. love love love

Others:

crude generalisations and vulgar simplifications by crescenteluce | E | 14k | Alexander Albon/George Russell

This fic is THE galex fic for me. it so funny and the writing is so witty its just fun to read. love the way the environment is constructed and it everything just feels so real. amazing

it's more than I can bear: this interminable want, turning and turning. by Anonymous | E | 2k | Fernando Alonso/George Russell

The vibes are rancid, the ships are niche, the writing is good. what more do you need? i love reading this and i love thinking about this.

Amen by sirius | M | 9k | Fernando Alonso/Lewis Hamilton

THE ferwis fic is my mind and mad me unreasonably obsessed with this ship. its so well written- like i love the characterization so much it makes me insane.

on golden sands bysionisjaune | T | 6k | Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg/Sebastian Vettel

Listen, this and the ships that go sailing are both just amazingly entertaining fics. its objectively such a good read and i enjoy spending my time reading it. its just so fun!

steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it) by nahco3 | E | 26K | Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

My favourite medical au fic!! ever!!! everything is just so well realized and the characterization is just spot on!! love everything about this fic and nothing i say can fully explain how amazing this fic is!!!

Shutter Speed byantimonyandthyme | E | 18k | Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber

got me into photography lol. made me purchase my first actual camera. dont know what else to say its just that amazing

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Fireside - A Pink Scarf Universe Story 💗🧣💗

A/N: Apparently, I am not able to stay too far away from our darlin' Reader and Elvis, no matter how hard I try! I just love them too much. So, here is a sexy little blurb taking place in February 1970. I hope you enjoy, and maybe if this gets enough likes and traction, I'll release more and grow the "Pink Scarf Universe" lol, who knows?

If you haven't read Pink Scarf, read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist (though honestly you could probably read this without knowing their story it just won't be as fun for you without the background info 😂).

I will also say this isn't as heavily edited and revised as PS, but hopefully it's still readable...

TW: MINORS DNI 18+ SEXX. PS Daddy E is back! The usual filth with these two. Fluff. A tinge of angst at the beginning. 😏

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Fireside

Graceland, Late February 1970

Shivering as you make your way across the lawn, you pull your arms across your coat in tight, feeling a bit insolent and annoyed that you even have to trudge out here in the middle of the night. But Elvis had insisted, in that spontaneous way of his, that he must have a campfire tonight, of all nights, even though they all had just returned from his second engagement in Las Vegas and were all beat to hell with exhaustion. So, he and the guys had all tasked at building what you considered to be a too large and dangerous fire in out on the back lawn.

Perhaps you might be feeling more understanding if you hadn’t just spent two weeks away from him—the longest amount of time you’d been apart since August. You’d been sent home early after catching the monster flu that had been going around, which had turned quickly into a terrible bout of bronchitis. The desert air had done you no favors, and Elvis, along with the doctor, had sent you home to Memphis despite your protests. You were furious because Elvis, too, had caught the flu, but in that stubborn way of his had insisted on performing through it like an insane person.

“All these folks paid good money and flew in from all over to come see me, Satnin. I ain’t gonna disappoint them,” he’d said to you as you both coughed and raged with fever.

You were so mad he’d sent you home during your first engagement as one of his back-up singers that you were still stung by it. But you were also finding yourself increasingly needy for him along with your moodiness.

Which is why you find yourself out in the cold, sniffling, desperate for your fiancé to come inside and shower you with attention instead of living it up out in the cold with the guys he just spent a solid month with.

Your grumpiness is fueled as you approach the roaring flames and spot Elvis in his low Adirondack chair, laughing it up with the guys. You don’t like the feeling of jealousy that creeps over you at his attention being pulled away from you by these men. It’s silly, you know, just as you know it’s part of the package. Elvis’ light and charisma demands attention whether he means it to or not but having been away from him the past few weeks made you miss him in a way you haven’t felt before.

Part of you can’t escape how handsome he looks in the firelight, his smile wide and crinkling his lovely blue eyes. And that damn laugh of his is so contagious and musical that it almost—almost—pulls you out of your funk.

That tether between you has been pulled tight for too long and yanks you towards him out here in the cold. You stand over him sullenly for a moment until he raises those soulful eyes up to yours.

“Why ain’t you in bed, Satnin? You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch another chill,” Elvis says in what to him is a caring way yet to you feels almost dismissive. But he must see the needy look in your eyes and the tears brimming there because his voice softens and he adds, “Come ‘ere then,” and lifts the heavy blanket over his legs. A sense of deep relief falls over you as you slide sideways into his lap, throwing your legs across his, his warmth cocooning you. He pulls the heavy blanket up over you both and you snuggle into his chest.

Yes, this is what you need, you think, collapsing into him, his spicy familiar scent enveloping you, the heat of his body burning into yours. One arm circles around your back and his other hand rests on your thigh, pulling you ever closer. God, you missed this. You missed him. To think you spent so many years near him but without him… No wonder your brain concealed so much from you for so long—this yearning you feel is nearly unbearable and he is already yours.

You sigh into his neck, and he presses his chin down to look at you. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers in your ear, his hand slipping under your coat to rub comforting circles at your waist. His slender fingers are cold, but you don’t care in the least.

“Missed you,” is all you can eek out in your sensitive, tearful state, your hand clutching at the front of his coat.

“Aww, darlin’, I’m right here,” he says, kissing the top of your head, then pressing his fire-warmed cheek to your cool one.

You can’t help but pout, your mood worn from weeks of being sick and without him to comfort you. It’s not like you to act this way—for years you built a stoic shell around yourself to cope with Jack being gone all the time—but Elvis managed to break that shell into pieces last summer. Since then, you’ve found yourself feeling every little thing and unable to hide it from him. Perhaps it is because he is so finely tuned into you that he just knows when something is off, but you can’t seem to hide things from him even when you’ve tried.

“Mhm,” Elvis tuts in your ear, “you’re still sore that I sent you home, ain’tcha? I’m not gonna be sorry about that, honey. You were too sick and the doc was right—that Vegas air was doin’ you no good.” He shakes his head.

You huff stubbornly and bury your head into his long neck. Of course, logically, you know they were right to send you back, but you are still upset and not just about that. You can’t seem to voice exactly what you are mad about, only realizing that you are annoyed and sad and small and needy in a way you’ve never been before. And this overwhelm seems to steal your ability to express any of those emotions in words. You’re not sure what exactly you need, other than being as close as possible to the man you love.

“Oh, don’t you be obstinate, now,” Elvis warns quietly, the slightest edge of temper in his voice. Your only response is to cling to him harder, to nuzzle yourself further into the warmth that emanates off him.

He says nothing for a moment, staring into the fire, but you can sense the gears turning behind those pretty, worn eyes. Finally, he seems to come to some conclusion because his countenance shifts and he forces your chin out of his neck with his finger so he can look you in the eyes.

“Is all this because you need Daddy to take care of you?” he asks quietly, firmly. His voice is low and rumbles right down to your toes, the words setting every one of your nerves on fire along the way.

A whimper escapes your lips. You are suddenly grateful for the inky darkness of the winter’s night, at the heat of the fire, because they conceal the blush that suddenly blotches your cheeks as Elvis stares deeply into your eyes. The gaze has you squirming to get off his lap and you want to pull him into the house where you need him, but his large hands clamp down firm.

“Be still,” he commands sternly, but only loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart is galloping at the implication of those two little words.

“Now are ya gonna be a good, quiet little girl for me?” Elvis asks, his hand gripping your chin so you have to look at him. His face is the picture of controlled calm—it’s only the flames dancing in his darkening eyes that gives him away.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you needed him to take control until this very moment.

You manage to nod solemnly as all the blood in your body seems to rush into your core. You don’t know what he has in store for you, but the fact that he is not making any attempt to leave the company of the men surrounding you makes you nervous (and maybe a little intrigued).

Elvis releases your chin and pulls the heavy blanket up over your shoulders, encouraging you to snuggle back into him by tightening his hand around your waist. The warm wool now covers you both from head to toe, and it is only then that you start to glean why that might be important.

You rest your head on his collarbone, waiting with bated breath, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart begin to quicken under your hand as you slip it into his coat. You’re unable to help the impulse to place a fluttering kiss at the pulse point on his elegant long neck, and his lip curls up in response. Before long, he begins drawing small circles with his fingertips up the inside of your thigh, and when reaching the hem of your dress, he slips under without compunction. You stiffen as he continues, unhurried, up, up, up until he reaches your panty line.

Your eyes widen and you wonder if Elvis is really going to do this with all the guys around. It’s bold, even for him, even with the blanket tenting and concealing his movements. A snake of apprehension in your gut is overrun by the thrill of the risk. The conversation around the fire flows on without either of you, and the crackle of the flames conceals a lot, and for that you are grateful.

The light brush of his fingers over the cotton of your panties makes you jump despite yourself, and in response, Elvis grips your waist hard, stilling you.

“Be good,” he orders through clenched teeth, “or I’m gonna stop and leave you to fend for yourself. Or maybe I oughta pull this blanket off and let the guys enjoy the show.” His lip quivers up slyly at that.

The threat stills you either way.

Elvis chuckles darkly. His fingers resume their teasing, dancing over the cotton at your core delightfully as you attempt to stay as still and quiet as possible. He is maddeningly patient, doing this until you can feel the throb of your pulse blossoming between your thighs, and it has you oh-so-quietly panting into his neck. But it’s not until he feels the fabric dampen under his touch that he finally slides his naughty, slender finger underneath, grazing through your slick and up to your sensitive bud, forcing you to bite down to keep from keening loudly.

Fuck, you’ve missed him.

By now, he knows how to play you like an instrument, his instrument, knowing exactly how much pressure to use as he circles your clit again and again, enough to get you sufficiently worked up. His casualness suggests he has all the time in the world while you’re sitting in his lap beginning to shudder from the pleasure coiling low in your belly.

Occasionally, he’ll stop, just to listen to your desperate breathlessness, your carnal wanting of him quelled by trying to be a quiet, good girl like you promised. A hint of a smirk plays on his face, making you want to crush your mouth to his or slap him for his teasing. Instead, you settle for clawing at his shirt.

The wetness that gathers between your legs has your panties soaked and sticking to you now, which might be embarrassing except for the fact that you are so damn needy for him, you couldn’t care less about your ruined underwear. Elvis discovers this fact as he finally dips lower, running the length of his finger back and forth through your sopping, swollen folds, taking his sweet damn time.

You tense. You are nearly ready to come undone just from his teasing, but you know that’s not what he wants. That’s not the game he’s playing. You raise your head from his chest just long enough to give him a pleading look.

He's doing a decent job of keeping his handsome features neutral, looking to a casual observer as though he is following the conversation around the fire and not driving you to madness under the blanket. But knowing him as you do, you can see the tiny giveaways that he, too, is flustered: the way his nostrils flare with his increased breathing rate, how his brilliant blues gleam with arousal, the way his plump lips part when he finally presses his middle finger deep into you.

Your wetness devours him readily. To hide the gasp and roaring flush on your cheeks, you pull the blanket up even farther. You clutch at his chest and your nails scrape his skin. After a few agonizing minutes, there’s no helping the instinct to grind your hips against his hand, wanting him deeper, wanting to consume him.

But while he smirks and is pleased with your desperation, he also will not relinquish control. He stills completely, one hand gripping your waist hard as a reminder of who is in charge. Your warm, wet heat clenches around his finger.

“Be good and stop squirmin’, little one,” he whispers low in your ear, “and maybe Daddy will keep finger fuckin’ you ‘till ya come.”

You stop moving but whine in response to those dirty words coming from his perfect pouty mouth—you just can’t help it—but it’s so quiet he can barely hear you. Your reward is another finger sliding deep into your heat. He picks up the pace in an unforgiving way. Gasping, you bite your lip when he curves those fingers just so, hitting that spot deep inside that is only his.

The blanket barely moves, and you have no idea what magic he is using to keep things so incognito, especially considering he naturally has so much energy that his limbs are usually vibrating uncontrollably. You still feel completely on display, though, especially when the pad of his thumb begins massaging your bud in time with his expert fingers pumping in and out of you.

I’m going to come undone, right here, in front of all the guys, you think in horror. You have no clue how you are going to keep quiet and still and good if that happens. Panic begins to build behind your arousal because you just know that coil is going to burst and you’ll cry out in ecstasy any second now (but a dark part of you is even more aroused by the scandalous nature of it all).

Elvis must sense the change in you because he edges you right up to the point of no return but not over. He halts his ministrations. You clutch desperately at his expensive shirt, certain you are going to shred it to pieces by the time this little game of his is through. Your heart pounds hard and fast against your ribcage, in time with his, and you wait to see what he has in store for you next. Because even though a part of you is embarrassed by this game, you are drinking in every drop of attention, relishing his command over you, needy for every morsel he deems to give you.

He’s considering his next move, you think, by the way his eyes narrow slightly and his grip on you shifts. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you almost moan for the loss of them, but catch yourself at the last second. Brazenly, he wipes his sticky fingers down your inner thigh, his eyes dancing with amusement as he does so.

You gape at him. He can’t be finished, you think dismally. He can’t leave me like this.

No, you don’t think so, not with the way you can feel his hardened length pressing into your hamstring.

He kisses your temple sweetly. “Now listen carefully, little girl: Imma need you to shift onto one of Daddy’s legs for a second. Nice and slow now, don’t call attention to it. And hold those ruined panties of yours to the side. I wanna feel that pretty little kitty weepin’ for me,” he rumbles in your ear.

Oh my goddd... The urge to moan long and loud fills you but you just nod instead.

You follow his directions and move your weight so one of his lean, muscled thighs is between yours. The rough fabric of his pants scrapes your bare pussy as he bounces his leg a few times, sending a cascaded of shivers into your belly. His pants will need to be dry cleaned for the soaking spot you’re leaving there, and part of you feels a sense of pride to be marking him in such a way. Mine.

Holding the blanket up to your shoulders dutifully, you stare at the golden flames licking into the air in front of you. No one seems to notice or care that you have shifted.

That’s when you feel it. The slow, deliberate way he undoes his belt, the ticking of his zipper. You blush furiously, then feel the spring of his heavy cock being released. Before you can react, he unceremoniously and quickly lifts you fully onto his lap, lining you up then impaling you down upon his length.

You cover your surprise and choke with a cough—not unusual considering you’re still recovering from bronchitis. Thank god you are as wet as you are because, even so, it’s a damn tight fit with him having been away these past few weeks. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes into the back of your head because he’s finally filling you the way you need him to.

Yes, this is what you wanted. This is what you needed. You just didn’t expect it to be in front of all his (albeit unaware) friends.

By the way Elvis grips your waist and from the soft grunt that escapes him, you know he’s struggling to contain his own reaction to your heat, despite the air of control he’s been exuding. He adjusts you how he wants you: leaning your back over his chest, your legs draped over his, his chin resting on your shoulder. With the way the seat of the chair tips down to the ground and with blanket pulled all the way up, nothing looks amiss.

You close your eyes and sigh, relishing the feel of him stretching you, his cock buried deliciously deep inside you. He envelops you in his arms, one under your breasts, the other at your lower belly. His warmth burns into your back, but he does not let you move. Those wiry but strong arms have effectively pinned you to him. Almost frantic, you try for some semblance of friction, anything at all to ease the tension, but he just chuckles at your near-silent gasps, holding you fast against him.

Finally, once you relent and relax, Elvis swivels his hips, again and again, in a slow rhythm not unlike one monumentally famous performance on TV in the beginning of his career, the one that sent the church ladies off their rockers and the teenage girls fainting. Suddenly, you want to giggle at the fact that his damn hips resulted in both his skyrocketing career and in his censorship because those same hips have certainly become even more skilled in the many years between then and now, but for different, more scandalous reasons. Maybe those church ladies had a point, after all, you laugh quietly. And it causes you to clench around his cock.

Then you hear a low growl in your ear: “What a dirty little girl you are, letting Daddy take you like this in front of all these men. Bein’ so good for me. You like this, baby girl?” Each statement is accentuated with a shallow but pointed roll of his pelvis.

You bite your lip, nodding. His dirty talk has molten heat flooding down your limbs and directly into your cunt. With the warmth of the roaring fire coupled with the passioned heat at your back, your arousal grows with each small movement, each scandalous word, and has you feeling like you might combust before this is all said and done.

So desperately do you want to ride him within an inch of his life, but he won’t allow it. No, this is his show, and you give into him, fully resting back onto his chest. He rewards you by finding your clit again, massaging it in slow time with his barely moving cock. The result is both torturous and delectable, working you into such a state that you dig your nails so hard into his clothed thighs that he hisses.

“Fuck, little one, you feel so good,�� Elvis breathes jaggedly into your ear. He presses a hand to your lower belly, then rolls his hips up. In this position, he’s big enough that you both can feel him there. “Takin’ my cock so well.”

You do your level best not to mewl, to stay quiet for him. Instead, your breathing pants through your nostrils and you try to keep your wits about you, trying to stay good as he fucks you so slowly within an inch of your life. Fucks you with all the guys around, who seem none the wiser.

He must feel you begin to flutter around him, your climax drawing ever closer. You feel like you’re about to burst because you need to scream, to moan out his name, do something that will let you release this pressure, but you tamp it all down as far as you can.

“Daddy’s gonna make you come now, sweetheart,” he purrs.

“N-not h-here,” you breathe out, panicked, knowing you can’t hold on much longer.

“Yes, here,” he chastises. “Right in front of ev’rybody. You’re gonna come so hard, baby, cuz Daddy treats you right, doesn’t he?”

You almost sob at that and nod, that coil poised to explode at any moment.

“But you’re gonna be good and so, so quiet cuz it’s just for me baby. You ain’t gonna cry out or move a muscle, okay?” he whispers and though he’s commanding, you know he’s close to losing control himself by how labored his breath is and how tightly he’s holding you.

You nod, and he flicks your clit with expert, rapid precision. “Now, lil’ one. Come now.”

That’s all you need. Quite suddenly, you are consumed by fire as hot as the one blazing in front of you. Your body tenses, then shudders violently in his lap and he holds you to him as you careen over the edge, lost to the dark night. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to not cry out, resulting instead in your huffed breaths. Long nails bite into his arms, clamoring for some outlet for your pleasure. Your eyes close, stars dancing behind them. Your walls clench and flutter around his length and you feel his slow rhythm begin to stutter.

“Fuck, baby, Jesus fuck, so good for m-me. Daddy’s gonna fill y-you up now. All mine. Aw, h-hell.” He pulses inside you, covering his own orgasm by biting deep into your shoulder, so hard you can feel it through the heavy winter coat you’re wearing. His thick, hot arousal throbs and coats your insides and you ride him through it with the tiniest rocking of your hips, feeling lighter than air but also grounded by him.

That’s what life with Elvis is like, you think. He grounds you to him, to his orbit, and sends you both shooting to the moon and the stars.

Completely blissed out and spent, you fall into him, and he slumps back in the chair. As you come back down to Earth, you feel your breathing sync with his. You close your eyes and revel in the wonderful way he’s made you feel, this man you are so wildly in love with.

You’re no longer upset.

You’re just glad to be back in his arms.

Elvis nudges you and you realize you may have dosed off, as he is now soft inside you and the fire has dimmed some.

“I think you made quite the mess, lil’ mama,” he whispers, nipping at your ear.

Indeed. You can feel the cool pooling of your collective arousal coating you and his lap.

“I made the mess, huh?” you whisper back with a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, most definitely.” You can feel his boyish grin as he kisses your neck.

“Sure. And how exactly are we supposed to get back in the house without everyone knowing we had sex in front of them?”

He pauses and then you can feel the vibration of his chest as he starts to chuckle, that way he gets just before he has a laughing fit.

“Oh, don’t you dare start, E,” you warn. It’s contagious, of course, and you feel your own laughter bubbling. “You didn’t think this all the way through, did you, love?” you shake your head.

“That’s what I have you for!” he laughs.

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to sit here and simmer in our juices until everyone decides to go to bed, now won’t we?” you try to whisper sternly, but giggles escape at the complete ridiculousness of the situation.

“Not in our juices!” he cries with laughter. He’s completely beside himself, pressing his forehead into your back in an effort to hide his amusement.

“What was that, EP? Thought you both fell asleep over there,” Lamar says.

“N-nothing!” Elvis hiccups. “Just go about your business! Y’all must be getting’ tired, right? Time to go inside! Time for bed!” He flails his arms in the general direction of the house.

You are both trying, quite unsuccessfully, to hold back your laughter, and the guys are looking at you two like you’ve grown horns.

“Um, sure, EP? I guess it is getting late,” Charlie throws out.

Quizzical, the guys grumble a bit and begin to mosey their way towards the house.

“You comin’?” Lamar shouts.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it! We’ll get there!” Elvis calls, shooing him away, then dissolves into another peal of breathless laughter.

“Okay, Crazy,” Lamar mumbles.

Elvis is sniffling and snorting by now. Your face is red and tears poke at the corners because the more he laughs, the more you laugh.

“I love you, Satnin,” he says, kissing your cheek gently once everyone is gone and your giggles have subsided.

“I love you, too, baby boy.” You press your forehead to his. “Now please tell me you have a handkerchief or something cuz otherwise you’re gonna need to wear this blanket around your waist to get inside.

“Anything for you, baby, anything for you,” Elvis says, holding back another peal of laughter.

And you know it’s true.

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KAKUHIDA fic recs 💴🩸

Everything in this list is either M or E-rated. Very low possibility of anything T-rated. Most links are ao3, but some are livejournal, fanfiction.net or ficbook or pixiv.

Disclaimer: I do not actually know 4 languages; I just use Google Translate or Depl because I am insane.

TOP FAVES in no particular order

[Mandarin]【角飞】都市谋杀之夜 by Liebestorm

Ballet dancer Hidan + black alley doctor Kakuzu. Incredible story, full of casual cruelty, there’s death, there’s body horror, there’s physical and mental suffering - all things Kakuhida. I think about this story a lot. The accuracy of their depiction in the modern setting is stunning. Head the warnings. There are many.

Content Warnings: abortion, amputation, violence, abuse, cruelty.

By the same author 【吸血鬼AU】以圣灵的名义… Vampire AU! A small, fun story about two vampires hunting together. Some really cute romantic cannibalism.

[Russian] Мертвый сезон by Tiferet (taubenblautiferet)

PART 1 | PART 2

“Can a country boy and a big city man fall in love?”

Hot spring worker Hidan and ex-yakuza accountant Kakuzu on vacation. Lots of ghosts (well, just one, but oh man), curses(???), sex, Tokyo life and a demonic God that wants to have a talk. Very dear to my heart. Watching Kakuzu drop his guard down when faced with Hidan’s relentless naivete and determination makes my brain go all mushy.

Literally, anything by this author is top-tier storytelling writing, and you know you are always in for a fun ride!!

If you are looking for something more lighthearted, try ХИДАН ЛАЖАЕТ. It’s a fun story about video game streamer Hidan and his secret admirer, Kakuzu.

[English] Is it Life or Art? by lilac_bramble

This story is just so much fun, London socialite/model/”personality” Hidan and investment banker Kakuzu. Truly like peak Kakuhida to me. I really enjoy their relationship here. Their chemistry just works so well. This story is nearly the same word count as Game of Thrones. I am not joking. I am obsessed with authors' in-depth, detailed little tidbits of life in London.

[Japanese] 【角飛】めまゐ【web再録】by Puola

I love stories about characters told by someone completely unrelated, like a view from outside. I think this story does it so well. I loved seeing the tiny glimpses into how other people see them. It’s a short but a very special story. They cannot escape ‘These two really care for each other’ allegations.

[Russian] Небо класса S by бабаягапротив

*DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE DEIDARA FAN OR SASODEI FAN

It is a truly amazing story from start to finish. I couldn’t stop reading it. Cruel, funny, witty dialogue, violence, great character insight, everything juicy remains in subtext and subtext alone. Lots of fun revelations are left up to the reader's interpretation, which I really enjoyed. Great example of how a sex scene can be used to show more hidden aspects of a relationship and how the two come together. The whole premise is really unusual and refreshing.

[English] Like steps of passing ghosts by Sneakend

The storytelling reminds me of an official Naruto light novel. The same like tempo and the dynamic between them just feels very much like them. The story premise is simple but satisfying. I love it when Hidan is affected by the supernatural.

[English] In Limbs and Joints by orphan_account

Zombie AU. Loved, loved, loved the ending. I hate reading zombie AU, where characters survive for a bit too long makes everything drag on and on. This story is perfect. We get them coming in, and then the end feels even more gut-wrenching but also super satisfying. Really well done!

[English] Kakuzu and the Temple of Jashin by fauvester

Ultimate comfort story. It’s camp; it’s scary, it’s gory, it’s funny. I just love everything about this story.

Genre clusters

Genre: “Corrupt Priest Hidan”

[Russian] Ничего святого by меровинген

Church Cardinal Hidan + Thief Kakuzu. Really hot!

2. [English] Madness by JonShiiiiiDesu

Holy Son Hidan + Black Plague Doctor Kakuzu. The premise and the setting is really fun!

Genre: “Kakuzu goes to a bar, spots Hidan being his weird, insane self, and then simply has no other choice but to fuck him in the men’s washroom.”

[Russian] Оседлавший торнадо by Tiferet

Calgary stampede Kakuhida. Insert cowboy emoji. Great story! May be helping with translation soon.

2. [Russian] Горючее by AmberWha1e

Hidan picks Kakuzu up at a bar but loses his number.

3. [Russian] 5:49 в Стерджен-Бей by Neverhere

Pure romance. Modern AU, as well!

Check out another fic by the same author Таинство любви

Hidan gives head in a church! Fun!

4. [Russian] Чистюля by меровинген

Casino coworkers Kakuhida, I love this authors Kakuzu!

+There was another fanfic that was like so unhinged, but it got deleted, I will miss it forever.

[English] Beloved Schism by ThisCatastrophe

Saint!Hidan+Mercenary!Kakuzu. Really interesting setting packed with catholic tidbits.

[English] Evolution of Us by SenkoWakimarin

I remember reading this story on LiveJournal, a classic.

Gentleness by the same author. They are an OG!

[English] True Intentions by sweetdreamz

Unfinished, but it’s so hot and cute I don’t care. Virgin!Kakuzu is a rare commodity.

[English] take the hand and arm by shannyan

Sex pollen! Check out more from that author.

[English] Bring Me Back A Dog by W0lfism

Fuckfest AND a really fun plot!!! All in one!!! Any KKHD by Wolf is top-notch porn.

[English] Gentle Rains Trailer Park by HidansCrazyLaugh

Trailer park AU! Really love this one

[Russian] The Third Weakness by Цагн

Modern prison AU focused on Kakuzu and his fateful meeting with Hidan.

Their other works for them are awesome too

[English] Irredeemable Paradise by ManicR

This style is rare nowadays I like this.

[English] Heaven by Crystaline-Crimson

Similarly rare style.

[English] Another Mess by Un.filltered

A short and fun sex session on a table.

[Japanese] どうぞこの身を召し上がれ by Kiyo

Cake and Fork AU, it’s a variation of omegaverse, but with more focus on cannibalism. Romantic goreporn!

#kakuhida #kakuzu #hidan #fic rec #akatsuki #brainworms #i have a ton more in my bookmarks but i think this might be a good starting point rec list

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AO3 Fic Recs Masterlist

Hi everyone, I was thinking of doing this since a while so here we are. I will share some fics that I like on AO3 (roughly from newest to oldest) with small comments. Maybe you can find your next read here! If you have read any of these and want to discuss, my inbox is also open. I will tag the writers who mentioned their tumblrs on AO3 but you can always ask me to remove your work from this list for whatever reason.

This is a fic rec post but is also a tribute to all of the amazing writers that had an influence on me at some point. You make these platforms a better place and I cannot thank you enough.

I will only give the rating and the pairing but please do check ALL the tags before reading it by clicking the link.

sanctuary by pumpkinning ( @sunshinesebby ) (Rated E, Seb/Charles): If the AO3 was on fire and I could only save one work, it would be this. An insanely beautiful slow-burn fantasy AU work. I cannot even describe how much I love this. It will wrench your heart and make you cry in the same damn chapter. Emotions flow so strong and the world building is very, very sophisticated. They have a beautiful, beautiful mind. If you can survive the first portion of tension, you will be rewarded with a fucking devastatingly mind blowing love story as well as a very imagination igniting fantasy world. Go fucking read it 100000/10 work.

polite company by floretum ( @rosyjuly ) (Rated E, Seb/Mick): Okay so floretum always gives a masterclass in smut writing and this is no exception. A Smick fic in its nature but is also a threesome. Lots of introspection, just as I like it. It’s a relatively long one shot so can be read during a long commute.

reptilia by raikkonen (armario) (Rated E, Pierre/Charles): This is one of the works that made me the fic writer I am today. If you read it, you can see the echoes of the themes I use all the time and I am still under the influence of this brilliant piece. It is a very heavy fic with tags to match so PLEASE read the tags. It’s so devastatingly good and the self-destructive behaviour described in this piece has been an inspiration to desecration, literally. The fic that started it all.

ask me no questions (and i'll tell you no lies) by artifice (Rated E, Seb/Mark): This has a special place in my heart. It’s a part of the nobody asks you questions series where Seb is an intelligence agent and Mark is an assassin. However, this one is more fluffy than anything else. It has very well-written smut and a lot of big emotions and is overall a well rounded piece that never disappoints. Kudos to artifice for fuelling Sebmark collective at these trying times.

blur the line by alltimecharlo (Rated E, Seb/Mark): This fic is one of the two fics by alltimecharlo that got me in a chokehold. Lawyer AU Sebmark. Absolutely delicious writing that I go back to read from the start every now and then. It’s brilliant, beautiful and captures Sebmark vibes very, very well.

pleaser by alltimecharlo (Rated E, Seb/Mark): Easily my second favourite F1 RPF of all times. I go back to this like I go back to Queer As Folk US every time I look for a specific type of comfort. Sugar daddy AU where Seb is a college student and Mark is mad rich. It’s sweet all over the place with very good smut and it’s light hearted piece, just like your staple feel-good 2000-2010s TV series.

keeping the faith by Anonymous (Rated Teen and Up, Mick/Lewis): Oh how I wish this creator wasn’t anonymous! This is a very very interesting and rare Mick/Lewis piece where Lewis is in the mafia and Mick is a priest. I am not sure how to explain but narration has a very special harmony and when you come to the end, you feel like you fulfilled a destiny, by completing a foreshadowed circle. A literary beauty more than anything else, although not a light read.

Saltwater and Gasoline by Kaytheologie (Rated E, Charles/Bono): A rare Charles/Bono piece where Charles moves to Mercedes and Bono is his engineer. It’s a quite sweet one although there are some heavy psychological themes. The smut part is very well written as well, a truly nice one. If you like rare pairs and have a praise kink, this one is for you.

Seb The Protector by eams81 (Rated E, Seb/Mick): A classical Smick piece with a sprinkle of mental health issues. It’s nice, fluffy and angsty. However, the author stopped updating in late 2022 so I am not sure when the next chapter is going to be but I enjoyed it a lot while it lasted. Again, not a light read.

lit by electric lights by Anonymous (Rated E, Charles/Max): As the tag says, literal identity porn Lestappen fic. And yeah, Charles is a camboy here. It’s a relatively light read without complicated concepts but I remember thinking it got a bit unrealistic for the plot at some point. Still a nice piece.

Now I'm 23 - and there ain't nobody who can drink like me by Danubius (Not Rated, Mick/Kimi): I remember liking Danubius a lot and this is a very nice example of their writing imo. Kimi/Mick piece but it’s mostly angsty and tackles the theme of alcoholism. It has a nice and hopeful ending but it is a bit of a heavy read but if you like angst and comfort, this might be for you.

snapshots into a marriage: vegan, organic, gluten free, toxic to others by finedae ( @blorbocedes ) (Rated M, Brocedes): I don’t know how she does it but I know I am glad she does it. It’s difficult to unpack. This gorgeous brocedes piece has a lot of unhealthy themes like codependency, lots of manipulation but it is very, very well written and oddly peaceful? It’s hard to describe but if you like power couple brocedes where they are sickeningly in love with a lot of toxic traits and believe that a healthy amount of mind games is good for your soul, this one is for you. Absolute masterpiece.

Flesh of my flesh by Charlotte_Stant ( @boxboxlewis ) (Rated E, Seb/Charles): Okay, so at some point I couldn’t remember the title of this piece and an anon assisted me. It’s a piece that you will remember at 4 am in a warm summer night and will excite you in the same way it did the first time. It is a Sebchal fic where Charles is a priest (do you see the pattern here) and Seb is a driver. It has that classical Catholic guilt that is executed pretty successfully. I absolutely adore the smut portion of this as well, very well written.

to the finnish line by floretum ( @rosyjuly ) (Rated E, Kimi/Seb/Charles): Kimi/Seb/Charles threesome. Absolutely mind blowing. I have to say that it has some under-negotiated elements and overstimulation but I think overall, it is safe, sane and consensual. Again, a smut writing masterclass and a pleasantly light read.

Ash From Your Fire by bones_2_be ( @elementalmoments ) (Rated E, Carlos/Lando): Where Lando has previously fucked Carlos’s dad and now he is fucking Carlos. A bit too much to take in at one go. Also a part of a series. If you like slightly problematic relationships, lots, lots of jealousy, and fucked up dynamics, this can be for you but this is nowhere near a light read.

Into My Arms by Anonymous (Rated M, Jenson/Nico): A nice little princess cake aftercare fic, as it says in the prompt. It’s short, sweet, fluffy and cute af.

All To Another Heart by akirakurosawa (Rated E, Seb/Charles): Girl!Charles & Ferrari Team Principal!Seb fic. This is an overall happy one but they don’t immediately get together and they have some issues to resolve but I like the general happy, hopeful and ambitious feeling of this piece. Unfortunately, it’s been a while since the author last updated (Late 2022) but the published bit is very worth your time.

#f1 tumblr #fic recs by rolling restart #nsfw.#sebchal #sebmark #nico rosberg/Jenson button #carlando #smick #mick schumacher/sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel/charles leclerc #lestappen #charles leclerc/max verstappen #brocedes #mark webber/sebastian vettel #fic recs

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Mercs favourite books? Doesn't have to be written in the time the game is set ofc

The TF2 Mercs Favorite Books!

teehee and all that, I love this prompt. Thank you for sending it, Anon! We're also going to have to assume half of them can even read. I kinda stuck to the classics just for funsies. Also, I added their favorite quotes from the books!

But, anyway, here we go!

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Spoilers, maybe? Probably not.

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Demo- The Anarchist Cookbook (William Powell)

Now, let's be honest. This man went through the table of contents like a checklist. I personally think Demo and Soldier took a particular liking to the entry, "Converting a shotgun into a grenade launcher." They're just so silly like that. Anyways, once he started making mustard gas, the other mercs decided that it would be a good idea for the book to go missing. Little did they know he had eight separate copies of this book. He was very proud when he finished the book. Everyone was concerned at the new horde of weapons and drugs Demo had, until he offered to share, then they were thrilled.

“If a man is to be a man, a free spirit unto himself, he must arm himself not only with weapons but with ideals and concepts he is willing to die for.”

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Engie- Charlotte's Web (E. B. White)

Hear me out! Even though this man has eleven PhDs, he doesn't like to read long drawn out novels. He doesn't like most of the "classics" or even most new books. Don't get me wrong, he loves to read. He just doesn't get why books can't be simple. He read Charlotte's Web when he was a kid, and it just kind of stuck with him. It was one of the only books he read that didn't really feel like a chore to read. He finds himself rereading it frequently. You'll catch him reading it to Pyro too, I personally think him and Pyro read books together a lot.

“I don’t understand it, and I don’t like what I don’t understand.”

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Heavy- The Odyssey (Homer)

Would you believe me if I told you this man is a huge fan of Greek mythology? He has no clue why, he was never interested in it when he was younger, or even up until he read the read The Odyssey. He picked it up from a library, it had a really pretty gold cover, so he read the description and figured why not? When I tell you this man was so obsessed with this book while he was reading it for the first time. He just like, wouldn't stop reading it? Like the other mercs were slightly worried that he was reading all the time. Because, sure, he probably reads more than the others, but this was excessive even for him. He loves the escape it provides, he likes the adventurer, he likes the fantasy. He just really loves this book.

“For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother”

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Medic-The Tell Tale Heart (Edgar Allan Poe)

Are we really super surprised that Medic is a fan of The Tell Tale Heart? He's also just a fan of Poe in general, but alas, I will put that away and focus on the book itself. Medic loves reading the main characters' descent into madness. He also loves the idea of someone who seemingly has a lack of guilt be riddled with it, though a different medium than actually feeling guilty. (i hope that made sense) He's just a huge fan of artists using their mediums to inflict psychological torture on their creations. Also lets be honest if Medic ever went fully insane he'd be like the main character from the book.

“Now this is the point. You fancy me a mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded...”

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Scout- Romeo and Juliet (William Shakespeare)

HEAR ME OUT AGAIN! This man doesn't read, he has ADHD and dyslexia, how can you expect him to? But! When he was in high school it was required reading and this man struggled with like the first page, but it was really important for his grade so he tried literally everything to read it, and once he actually found out a way to be able to read the book, he was hooked, as weird as that seems. He thinks old English is hilarious, and actually liked the romance, he cried when Romeo and Juliet died. He can't tell you why he loves it so much though, it just stuck in his brain and never left. He even went out and bought his own copy of the book, it remains hidden as to not alert the other mercs to his love of it, reads it once a month.

"I defy you, stars."

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Sniper- The Outsiders (S. E. Hinton)

So, I know this is Snipers headcanon, but..... I gotta talk about Scout really quick. So Scout has read The Outsiders, and he loved it! (Not as much as Romeo and Juliet, but enough to also have bought the book.) So one day, he's talking to Sniper about books, and is utterly shocked at the idea that not everyone has read The Outsiders, so he literally reads this book with such conviction to Sniper, (Sniper claimed he would read it on his own but Scout know he absolutely would not.) So Sniper begrudgingly listens to the book, and actually finds himself drawn into the story.

“He sure put things into words good.”

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Spy- Dracula (Bram Stoker)

Spy would be a vampire if he could be, wouldn't ever admit that though. Okay I'm half kidding. I think Spy really likes this book for the drama of it all, the fact that it never stays the same for long, the way it borders on actual horror, but is too dramatic to actually be scary, he just ugh, he loves it so much. I think he first found the book by it just being in his home when he was a kid. His mom just left it sitting somewhere and he just went and picked it up because he was bored and just started reading. I think he was originally scared by the book, probably cried the first time he read it. Then years later, he just remembered the book that traumatized him as a kid and he was like, it can't be that bad, I'll read it again to prove younger me was a coward. So he reads it and just falls in love with the book.

"I am longing to be with you and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air."

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Soldier- Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen)

Uh, so, do I need to put a hear me out for the third time? So I already headcanon that he likes Jane Austen, I'm so torn between him actually understanding and grasping hidden meanings and deep plot point and him just smiling and nodding along to the silly drama unfolding. Maybe both? His mom actually read it to him when he was younger, because it was her favorite book. The memories of his mom talking about and reading the book also contributes to the reason he likes the book so much. He has his mom's worn copy of the book and loves it. He'll reread it at least twice a month, always thinking about the first time he was introduced to it. Loves everything about the book.

"There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me."

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Pyro- Alice in Wonderland (Lewis Carroll)

Dont get them started with all the things they love about this book. If they could talk, they'd rant for hours. Who am I kidding they still rant for hours even though no one can understand them. They love the whimsy and insanity of Wonderland. They love the Cheshire cat and the Mad Hatter. They read this book every day. It's not even just their favorite anymore. It's the only book to ever exist 😭 On days when Pyro isn't able to read the book, they beg Engie to read it to them. Engie doesn't mind. He loves to see Pyro get all happy when he agrees.

“Imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality.”

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So that took forever to churn out for some reason, maybe because I had to actually remember reading some of these books and actually read others 😭 Sorry it's not super long or detailed! I tried not to spoil the contents of the books.

Regardless, it was fun to do, and I think I'm finally back in the swing of things! I feel more motivated, uh tons of asks came in after this sooooo expect lots of uploads after this, I think I have at least six asks right now?

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #team fortress headcanons #tf2 hcs #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro

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seokmattchuus · 1 year

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Seok Mattew as a Dom

A/n: I love this man with my whole being. It's only fair he's the first zb1 thing I post. P.S I don't wanna hear s h i t about the gif. There's only so much to work with right now 😭

P.P.S I did not proofread because I have copious amounts of caffiene in my system and cannot read properly. If there's typos, let me know and I'll fix them when I'm normal again <3

Soft dom.

Softest of doms.

Also,

CAREGIVER VIBES

SO MANY CAREGIVER VIBES

He's up first most of the time so he makes breakfast to make sure you eat.

Smoothie person? He's got it made.

Cereal person? Prepped with your favorite spoon.

Full fledged meal? He's working on it but the eggs are done.

If he isn't up before you, he's blowing up your phone all day.

"Did you eat?"

"You forgot your water thingy. I'll bring it by later :)"

"Make sure you eat enough for lunch! Snacks and energy drinks don't count >.<"

Even if you pinky promise to eat a proper lunch, he doesn't trust you.

"Oh yeah? Show me what you're eating."

Turns into a whole video call during your lunch that you barely even get to eat anyways.

He's clingy what can I say

Okay back to soft dom matthew.

Doesn't like raising his voice because it definitely hurts him more than it hurts you.

Because you're his lil baby.

How can he yell at his lil baby and be okay after that?

Raising his voice is the last resort or reserved for major fuck ups.

Usually says your name in that tone.

You know.

The soft dom tone.

Timbers? Shivered.

It usually does the trick because you don't really want to make him mad.

Unless you want to.

But we'll get to that. Put a pin in it.

He's up first most of the time so he makes breakfast to make sure you eat.

Smoothie person? He's got it made.

Cereal person? Prepped with your favorite spoon.

Full fledged meal? He's working on it but the eggs are done.

If he isn't up before you, he's blowing up your phone all day.

"Did you eat?"

"You forgot your water thingy. I'll bring it by later :)"

"Make sure you eat enough for lunch! Snacks and energy drinks don't count >.<"

Even if you pinky promise to eat a proper lunch, he doesn't trust you.

"Oh yeah? Show me what you're eating."

Turns into a whole video call during your lunch that you barely even get to eat anyways.

He's a giver. For sure.

I'd bet my life on it.

L o v e s foreplay.

He drags that shit out.

Kisses. Kisses everywhere.

Loves hickies.

Will trail them down your body.

And leave the biggest ones where only he can see :))

Bc he thinks they make you look pretty :))))

All in all just really wants to make your private time last. It's not like he's got other things to do.

Gives you head before sex.

Always.

Doesn't like restraints because he loves feeling you tug on his hair.

Gives him motivation, y'know?

He knows what you want.

And how you want it.

Say 'please' and he'll give it to you until you're begging him to stop

Because he totally does it for him more than for you.

Like, say he's had a rough practice.

Maybe a petty argument.

He'll text you some shit like.

"Can you get all pretty for me?"

"Remember that set we bought, can you put it on for me?"

You know what's coming and it just gets you worked up.

You know by now to just wait on the bed.

He wastes no time burying himself between your legs.

He's not moving anytime soon.

And with the hold he'd have on your legs, neither are you.

You're stuck there until he's done.

And that's not until you're crying and shaking because he needs you to be absolutely spent before he considers letting up.

Speaking of-

He might dabble in overstimulation, but not maliciously?

If that makes sense??

Like, his stamina is insane and after he's done eating you out, he's already getting ready move on.

And for the most part, you're not opposed but like,

Damn, not even a snack break, y'know?

He's just going.

Def likes missionary because eye contact.

And he can kiss you whenever he wants.

"Look at me, baby."

"So pretty like this."

"Such a good girl."

Likes to hold your hips.

Maybe leaves bruises.

(And totally apologizes afterwards)

I can see him liking doggy.

infrontofamirrorsohecanstillseeyou

I said nothing.

Maybe holds your arms behind you.

Or grab your hair.

You'd have to ask though.

Because he doesn't want to hurt you.

And even if he complies, he's constantly asking if you're okay.

He needs the reassurance.

He'll give you what you want but you have to tell him that he's not hurting you.

You're his precious baby bean and the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

UNLESS

Yeah, we're back to pushing his buttons. Take that pin out.

:))

Let's say the tone encouraged the brat in you and you wanted to test how far he'd go.

He's not gonna say anything while you're out.

Oh, no.

And of course, you're gonna take that as 'he's not gonna do anything', and you keep going.

But he's keeping track.

:))))

And it'll definitely come back to bite you.

"You really thought you'd get away with that?"

"Did my baby forget who's in charge?"

"What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?"

It's a trap, don't answer.

Because whatever you say will be wrong.

If you're thinking you got a one-way ticket to rough sex you are also wrong.

He will hold a grudge.

And he will fuck you over when you aren't expecting it.

Let's say you wanna cook dinner.

He offers to help.

:))))))

You're there, minding your business, chopping up some veggies.

He comes up behind you, all sweet and innocent.

His arms loosely around your waist.

Until he pushes forward and you're trapped between him and the counter.

You wonder why he's like this but then you remember.

:))))))))

You're trying to focus because you know he wants you to give up.

But he's got a plan.

His arms tighten around your waist and he leans down to press kisses on your neck.

He's still eyeing the hand holding the knife.

"Think you can do something for me?"

"If you can finish prepping those, you have permission to cum whenever you want."

Another funishment I think he'd be into is making you wear a vibrator that he can control.

But you have to be super busy.

Errands to run, homework to do, studying for a test.

You have to be doomed from the start, essentially.

Because then he has a reason to talk shit.

"C'mon, baby, we're just walking around the store."

"Focus, baby, you can do it."

"See? You're doing so well."

"If you can finish this assignment on a higher setting, I might let you cum."

You get princess treatment afterwards, lemme tell you.

He has pajamas set up but you have to bathe first.

But you don't have to do anything.

He bathes the both of you so can just relax in the water.

The bath is completely PG. No dirty thoughts bc he knows you're tired.

Shampoos and conditions your hair.

Gently washes your body, being extra careful where he knows you're sensitive.

Dries you off :((

And does the hair wrap thing :((((

Puts the pjs on you and goes to get some water.

He lets you pick a movie.

Not that you'll be awake for it, he just knows you like background noise.

He just puts on pajama bottoms so you can fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat :(( <3

That one's for me bc I love that shit

The second you wake up, best believe you'll have all the food you can think of in front of you.

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stevesjockstrap · 7 months

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kinktober day 11: Steve/Eddie

& biting/marking

read on ao3

MNDI - rated: E - cw: possessive behavior

It started with the licking. He’d be across the house or across town and he’d need to lick Steve. Now that he was his, he just needed to lick him. Randomly he’ll walk into Family Video just to run his tongue up Steve’s throat. Sometimes he didn’t stop the conversation he was having with Robin during it and he’d have to drag him into the back room.

Then it turned into biting. Don’t ask him why, if it was cute aggression or possessiveness or just abject insanity. The longer Steve was his, the less sense it made but he needed to sink his teeth into him. Or suck a mark into his skin. Something he could look at or press on later to prove they were both real and Steve was his.

He hadn’t gotten to see him at all today, Steve had to do inventory because Keith hates him and Wayne had needed his help with a project.

“Jesus Christ, Eds-“ he hissed when he came up behind him to wrap his arms around him but also to sink his teeth into his neck.

“Missed you too, babe,” he quipped when he’d stopped worrying his teeth in to make a nice impression there.

“Missed you, but I didn’t maul you on sight.” Steve turned around in his arms to give him a normal hello kiss but Eddie took over and turned it ravenous. They were both panting when Steve finally pulled away. “Wow. You really missed me, huh?”

“Bedroom. Now.”

“Fuck!” Steve cried out as he thrust into him, and bit and sucked a mark onto his favorite spot on his neck.

Eddie tried to hold back some of his internal monologue as he continued to pound into him and bit marks down to his chest. “All mine. So beautiful. You’re mine, Stevie. Gunna show everyone-“

Steve pulled his mouth to his and Eddie licked possessively into it.

“Oh my god, Eds.” He gasped as he pulled away but kept him close, leaning their foreheads together. “Yours, babe. Oh- I can’t believe this whole thing with the biting has been you like, marking your territory.”

Eddie groaned and had to kiss him again. “Please don’t be mad, baby. I’ll stop, or- shit, don’t ask me to stop.”

Steve shook his head. “Don’t want you to stop. Always want to be yours. I love when you mark me all up, Eds.” Steve looked up at him with his big eyes and his shy little smile and Eddie was done for.

“I love marking you up, beautiful. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” He sucked a mark in the hollow of his throat while Steve writhed and rubbed his cock against their bellies. Eddie grabbed his hips hard enough to bruise and pulled him back and forth to meet his thrusts. “Come for me. C’mon. Holy shit. Stevie- ah!” His inner walls squeezing around him as he came wrung his own orgasm from him.

Eddie rolled them to their sides and they met in a kiss, panting into each other’s mouths. Eddie finally pulled back to trace hands across all the marks he made across Steve’s body.

“Look so good carrying all my marks, baby. So pretty. All mine.”

“Yours, Eds.”

Not in love with this one but @lighthousebeams wanted Eddie marking up Steve 🖤

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2023 #steddie #steddie smut #Steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #stranger things fic #mine #Stranger things

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rizahcwkeye · 11 months

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Royai fic recommendations in honor of Royai Week 2023!

Just wanted to share some of my all-time favorite complete M and E-rated Royai fics on AO3 ever since getting into the fandom last May 2021. I have a very specific taste (??) in how I envision Royai’s dynamic when they get together, and these fics personally just NAILED it. Like I cannot stress enough how every Royai fan should read these! Without further ado...

Starve the Ego, Feed the Soul by onthearrow (95k words, E)

“Something has changed between them since the Promised Day.”

This has to be my all-time favorite. Like it’s a bit insane how good this fic is. Roy and Riza pining for each other ... in the most pathetic horny manner. Also the smut here... will leave you a bit gagged, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before. The author definitely did not hold back LMAO. So many moments in this fic where I had to put my phone down a bit just because I was so 😳😳😳 They have two complete Royai fics (including this one) and there’s one on the way for Royai Week 2023. I recommend to read all of it.

morning sun by hot_girl_burner_account (7.5k words, E)

“Roy walks Riza home after a wedding, and she's wearing this dress, and he might as well come up for some tea, and it's getting late, and the roads are icy, and they both run out of excuses.”

OH MY GOD if you’re looking for a fic set sometime after the promised day where Roy and Riza are just waiting for the ball to drop and immediately give in, this is it. The buildup, the context of being after a wedding.. the amount of flirting beforehand..like I know they were gonna fuck but the banter actually made me say OMG JUST FUCK!!! A sweet lil’ one shot that makes you want more.

the secret is to swallow / without expecting hunger to disappear by lantur (45k words, M)

“The fact that Hawkeye is Roy's subordinate is actually the least of his concerns. The least of the reasons why Roy keeps his distance, outside of their working relationship. It is difficult to keep his Lieutenant at arm’s length when all he wants to do is drag her closer and closer to him, pull her deeper into his orbit, but it has to be done.”

Am I the only one who loves it when Roy is pining and jealous and pathetic and he thinks his feelings are one-sided? Well, if you do too, this fic is perfect. Like... omg you’re so dumb Riza loves u !! Also I love that this is written in Roy’s POV

Once by TheFledglingDM (73k words, M)

“It was a longing like obsession, like madness, a yearning down to the bones. Once, he pleaded. Once, she prayed. Just once and I can move on. _ or - riza and roy's relationship over the years. covers childhood, ishval, the series, and post-promised day.”

HHHHHHHHH oh my god.... this fic... I read its entirety in one night! It’s basically a faster retelling of the events of FMAB except it’s entirely in Royai POV where they’re crushing and horny for each other (to specifically TASTE each other). This fic also would have an award if I gave out an award for Most Reread First Kiss, because yes it was THAT good.

First by TheFledglingDM (4.4k, E)

““So, Roy, I was thinking.” Riza said, as straightforward as if this were just another day at the office. Roy tried to speak but could barely produce volume. All he could manage was, “Uh-huh?” “We should have sex now,” Riza told him.”

Set immediately after Once by the same author. This is just sooo... exquisite I fear... Roy is so eager to please and honestly I get him! This can be read as a separate one-shot but honestly the 73k buildup in Once just makes the reading experience for this fic just 100x better

darker than the ocean, deeper than the sea by yourendlessblue (8.9k, E)

She looks up, and meets his eyes, blinking wide at him and demurely smiles, putting on a silent show. There’s power in this, she thinks, that she can affect him practically just by existing.

“Sir?”

“Havoc’s going to pick you up to our room,” he says, perfectly composed and prim. “I’ll see you.”

Roy is a sugar daddy. They both have feelings but they don’t talk about it they just have sex LOL. The way I wish this had a prequel and a sequel!! One of those rare AUs that just makes you want more!!! I WAS LEFT HANGING!! (not really but you get my point)

let’s fantasize from the other end of the line by lantur (10.8k, M)

“Riza receives a late-night phone call from Roy.”

This fic is soooo sensual. They both know what they’re doing is wrong on so many levels but neither of them ever address it so they CAN’T seem to stop. Also the work that lantur has done for the Royai community should be applauded LMAO if I wasn’t trying to keep this list short I would link all of their fics here.

can we always be this close by lantur (10.9k, M)

“Roy sits in the spot Riza remembers as his favorite, too - in the armchair facing the entrance. He rises as soon as she walks in, striding toward her. “Thanks for joining me tonight, Lieutenant.”

It is silly, but Riza’s heart leaps at the sight of him. He looks pleased to see her, too. “Reginald?” She raises an eyebrow. “Really, Colonel. Could you have picked a stuffier alias?”

Roy and Riza have a rendezvous, or two, during the months of separation leading up to the Promised Day.”

OK LAST LANTUR REC (and last fic for this list) but oh god... this is so sweet and tender and UGH... that first kiss made me feel so warm!!! this fic is more emotional than horny.. but it’s so well done!

HOPE YALL ENJOY AS MUCH AS I DID !

#royai #royai week 2023 #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #royai fic #fmab #fma

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dustswordfinder · 4 months

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Dust Sword Journal

Day 55 I think or should it be 1

I found a pile of dust today and on closer inspection I determined it to be grains of dust made from the awesome power of the Dust Sword. After hiking through this ancient valley for so long I almost had given up hope in finding the Dust Sword. But, this blessed dust pile has refueled my motivation to continue my search.

Side note I had better find food soon because my rations are beginning to dwindle.

Is This Day 2?

I think my legs are on the verge of tearing off and leaving me here to sit forever. So I just sit on this rock to let them take it easy.

I walked about what feels like 25 miles today I still haven’t found any food, but I have found columns of dust that appear to have been trees at one point. You’d think they would be blown away by now but, there’s no wind apparently

Day 3 Apparently

I found an old barrel today. When I opened it I found it filled with dried beef jerky. This was a very lucky find due to the fact that my rations are so low I just wish I could find water. Although I may have packed about two times more of it than food, but I’m almost out of it.

I wish I could turn back. But, if I did that where would I go I can only lose if I turn back so for now I’ll wait for night and continue my journey then.

Day 12 It’s Been a While

It’s been a while, I think these are the only way i can vent my feelings. It’s also the closest I have been able to get to a conversation. I read back on my passed journal entries and I say things like “ Oh, that happened to you. Me too we have so much in common.” or “Wow, are you copying me or something?” Of course I knew it was me writing them, why wouldn’t I? Well moving past that, I haven’t wrote for a few days because I had the bright Idea to burn all my unused paper to keep myself warm.

This was a huge mistake because I found an old barrel just behind the rock I set up camp at. I’m still mad at myself, It took me 9 days to find this and one other page, with drawings of the land and some kind of village. This would not do and I had the urge to write so bad that erased them and started the pages anew. Ah, this will for sure help me on my quest. I would write more but I ran out out eraser and some silly and annoying writing remain at the bottom.

Th ocat n o he du ts ord remai s at th se co din 2 74 /| 81 6 E

Day 27, apparently

For awhile now I've been contemplating my life. Which I guess that's why people go out to find the unfound; to find what they haven't found in themselves. I look up at the stars and find them changing constantly. I believe it because they represent life and it's random yet vague path, because no matter how many times they change the bigger picture doesn't. Or it's because I'm in a place that warps to random spots in the universe... Which might be why I can't keep track of time, but I'm getting off track here. The point is I discovered that I went on this journey because I thought my life had no meaning, but

In fact it's this place that has no meaning other than chaos which is exactly what life is.

A chaos.

Day 13... I swear I’ve been out here longer than this

I’m still looking for the Dust Sword, it’s been alluding me for so long I think I might be going insane. This place it seems endless which doesn’t make too much sense because it should only be a small valley.

I need to find the Dust Sword, everything in my life has been leading up to this point and I need to fulfill my duty. I need to fin

I think I just heard something I gotta go.

Day 27 AGAIN

I SWEAR I’ve lived this day before! I just went through everything again and yet again here I am at the end of that day or this day on my back looking at the stars and their meaningless shifting bullshit. I’m so tired of this place not making sense. I’ll go to sleep hungry and cold one day and wake up again again in an old abandoned dinner having just ate two cans of beans the night before. Even my BAG is inconsistent and I’ll have memories of how I got the different bag when I think about it but then when it’s different I can’t even recall what it looked like before.

BUT today is the same it’s the same day I felt as if I woke up in me and I feel my mind at both points today heck I’m writing my other Day 27 right now as I write this one I don’t get this how does it....

I just tried getting my own attention, I seemed to have gotten it but then I got a headache to the point to where my nose started to bleed. Which is me where is me it’s all meaningless.

Truly, is this day 1?

Here I am in my car having just woken up from sleeping before the start of my journey. Have I actually dreamed this whole thing? No... NO I know I've been journeying for.. so long. Well at least I think it's been a long time. By why do I feel my days prior to my mission were just yesterday. The only way that could be is if I once again jumped back. Which could mean this could be my chance, my chance to leave if I want to I know the way out from here and I got the gas.. No I must continue, this is but a test for my determination for the sword. If anything this was a mistake of this land to do this because now I'm reinvigorated now that the purpose for my journey has been reinstated in a sense.

People are counting on me. Using my knowledge of what it's like in dust valley I'm going to take everything I can from this car and put it to use such as these receipts and tissues I have in here great for my journaling.

Day 220... wait really?

I double checked my markings that I add to my arm every day. It's a simple solution to my random time hopping date placements. I just add a mark to my arm the next time I shift and then I count the totals. For ones to fives it's the simple tally marks for the tens it's stars. And apparently for the hundreds it's squares.

I found a place to sleep for the night. I got it to the way I like it and I got up nice and snug. Normally I would have passed out immediately and woke up on a random day with random supplies. But it's different this time, it's like I can't feel tired anymore, but that's crazy.... I mean it would explain why I haven't felt the need for food or water despite the heat today. As well as how I didn't break a sweat, tire out, or anything. In fact it's like I was good to walk unhindered forever.

Heck I only stopped when I saw good place to pass the night. But laying here I can't help but feel like it was a pointless endeavor due to my seemingly God-like endurance. This is the furthest I've ever been in the time line, so maybe something happened to make me like this?

Day 95

I'm kind of bummed out.. I went from having the body of an immortal to this hunk of useless human meat that constantly whines. It's not fair now I have to worry about survival again... :(

Luckily I found some decent supplies. Some cans of soup, a sketch book and pencils, a harmonica, and a cool hat. So there's that at least. Hmm what else... I also made some decent distance today, I saw what I thought was a cactus but it was just a cactus shaped pile of dust... which is now just a pile of dust because I poked it and it collapsed. I'm so sad it wasn't a cactus I always wanted to meet a cactus they're so exotic.

Day 90

I found an old campsite that looks like it's been used by me. The problem is that I have no idea if I have used it or not and if so when I will or did. I tend to leave a sign that I've been to somewhere before it's kind of hard to describe so maybe I'll describe it another time.

But anyways I'm glad that I do this because now I know that I've been here before... wait is that my bag? Oh my God it is now I'm even more happy that I came here. While I am still bummed about not having my super abilities yet, I've come to realize that I should just get over it. It's not like I'm never going again or anything right? .... I'm so glad there was still some wood from an old chair left because like holy shit that would have sucked if I couldn't knock on wood rn.

Anyways, here's to another day in this horrible and dusty world that I exist in.

Day 30

After being here for so long I started to notice something about this place in the early days. Now that I'm aware of that, I was a little excited to be on such an early day of my journey.

I was right about the feeling I was having about the early days. There is someone or something following me at all times. I was able to trap my pursuer temporarily but they escaped before I could get close.

Whatever it is, it's fast and very clever. As it was able to reset my trap and trapped me in the process. Luckily I knew a quick way out because I made the trap.

I digress, the thing was but a blur of gray and left behind no trace other than a tuft of hair or possibly fur.

Day 66

I've been thinking a lot about folding laundry. I don't know why but I just can't stop thinking about it. Mainly the clothes in my house, I would never fold them. Instead I would just shove them into my drawers.

I wish I could go fold them, like holy shit it drives me nuts that I never folded them. Ughhhhhhhh this has to be the worst moment on my journey is the fact that I was a slob and I can't go home and clean it up my slob ass mess.

Anyways I'm going to fold the clothes that I have.

Day 67?

Okay so that's odd, well it may not sound odd but like... Well... It's been quite a while since the last time I've woken up the day directly after the day before.

I'm going to be honest, I'm feeling very paranoid now. I feel somewhat queasy too. My hands are kind of clamming up now, I think I might be having a panic attack. Tbh I've been concerned about how long it's been since my last panic attack. I think the only thing keeping me stable is writt... Writing.. well my brain is slipping now and and the now writing is making me panic more ahhhh I gotta go.

Day 68

Consistency is weird. It's so weird having to deal with the situations that I'm in as they happen. It's like one long episode special. I haven't seen anime in so long though that I can't even remember the name of my favorite one anymo.. oh... Um so there's a person in front of me and they're looking at me while writing on a page. They look panicked like me too.... Hold on that's the clothes I'm wearing and I recognize that face. It's me!!! Oh my oh my I'm gonna go talk to them....

Day 68

This is apparently a consistent phase of backwards days. Yesterday was day 69.... Nice... And before that it was day 70. It's pretty interesting to be going backwards in day order. I kind of like it. I even started a little game where I try to guess how I got to where I was upon waking up. So far I've been wrong a lot of times but I was right yesterday it seems. And.... Holy shit it's me... I forgot this happened today.. um what did I do last time?? Ummm oh yeah I just stood here writing until I walked up and tried talking to myself. Which then shattered time and ummm well I don't know what happened after that because the other me vanished, oh they just started talking to me ugh I'd love to talk but I gotta keep it consistent... Like I don't want to break time more. And here comes the touch and away we go here we go!!!!!!!

Day 40

She looked really conflicted. I found the journal she left when time broke, so I guess I have that to look forward to...

I just hope she.. I hope we're okay on the other side of the break. Regardless, I left a memorial of her. Which actually got me thinking maybe I should start making landmarks. I noticed that there were recently made landmarks on some of my hops, maybe I made those. In any case, it looks like I need to start now.

I hope one day I can travel with someone even if it's another me. I'm growing very tired of this slog of nonsense with no one to talk to.

Day 200

I lost my journal page during the time break. Which is fine because I still have the one I picked up after my first time witnessing the time break event. I don't feel in pain or anything but I feel different now as though I changed as a person. It's almost like I died that day and was reborn.

It's odd I know but, it feels like my way of thinking is different now, I don't know how else to describe it.

In other news I woke up at a department store. My first impulse was to check my bag to see if I already raided it. But, strangely it's my exact same bag that I had prior to the time break. It has the exact same supplies too which is really odd. This may be because instead of inhabiting an instance of myself or whatever, I just straight am myself.

I'm going to take my time looting this place. While I'm at it I'm going to get a whole new wardrobe of outfits. Since my current clothes are very old and kind of musty. They also don't feel like my clothes anymore.... You know what it's makeover time there's a barber shop here too so look out you dusty wasteland a new me is in the making!!!

Day 201

I'm glad to have a consistent day, a single day was not long enough for me anyway. I picked out some sweaters (it gets cold okay), a few pairs of overalls (I'm tired of belts and these pants are sturdier than my old shorts), and a bunch of bright colored shirts. Heck all the clothes that I picked are brightly colored. I'm just so tired of the constant gray dust color ugh... I also found a collapsible hand powered wash device bucket thing (yeah that's what they actually called it on the box).

I also snagged me a nice hiking pack, new cooking gear, a toilet seat, two buckets, and a hand saw (which I kept but also used to cut off the bottom of one of the buckets). Sadly, by the time I had done all that I had exhausted the day.

However as I mentioned before, it's the next day for once. So that means I was able to hit the barber shop today. While there I got a hand mirror, scissors, a spray bottle, and rubber lint roller. I then cut my hair really short, it's never been short before but it felt right now.

I feel like a new person now.

Day 56

I was wondering when I'd see the day after my technical first day. Which made me want to determine what day this is by volume but I honestly lost track of days, not to mention all the days I didn't write a journal. Heck I can't even just use the dates because I rewrote a lot of my entries because they got water damaged and they got dated that day. Which I don't really understand how it happens it just does. The date isn't even consistent with what day I'm on it's like it's the date of the outside world. In which case I think I started this journey in either 2017 or 2018 I can't remember honestly.

Speaking of, it's like I'm trapped inside one year. I've seen myself several times during this journey but I don't like those meetings because I always get headaches. The first time I didn't get a headache was on the time break. Maybe it's because I've never been to that day before so seeing myself there was in the moment for me.

Anyways it's cool to come full circle like this and to finally see the day after my start.

Day 125

I had a long time to think about my journey yesterday. I feel like I haven't made any progress due to this time weirdness. But I'm the one for the job and I'm going to find the dust sword. I'm the only one who can...

Anyways today I did make some sort of progress in that I made a new landmark. I'm so irritated that it took me so long to think about making these.. The people who trained me for this mission are completely useless the only thing they taught me is how to collect water in the rain, but it never freaking rains here!!!!! Like come the fuck on did they want me to fail?? If that's the case then, what the fuck I'm the only one who can survive being this close. Do they want the world to be doomed?

Day 205

I met Nancy today, but before I get into the details about that, I wanna talk about how I skipped to today. Time skips aren't that unusual for me heck I'm pretty used to them at this point. What I'm not used to is that I know what day it is that I'm on without the use of my tally and what's more is that my tally is completely useless now as my prior time skip wasn't a fluke in me keeping all my stuff. Which means my memory isn't swapping with my past/future selves anymore. My whole being is traveling through time now. I also end up in random places instead of at campsites that I well that Nancy makes.

Something else happened to me during the time break. It's as if I am actually a paradox clone of Nancy instead of being Nancy, I'm just me now. Which brings me to my meeting with Nancy.

I woke up in a ditch, I had all my belongings with me but I felt rather disheveled. Turns out I appeared and fell down into the ditch and broke my arm. Yeah that really sucks... Anyways I clambered out of the ditch and saw smoke in the distance. I headed towards the smoke and came across Nancy at her campsite. She looked up at me and smiled saying something about it being a while since the last time we met, only for her smile to fade upon seeing my arm. She quickly went into a panicked state and went about setting my arm. I was still in shock and then I panicked thinking I was about to be sent through another time break. But nothing happened, other than my arm cracking back into place.. ow..

She quickly brought me up to speed about her journey and how we met quite a few times apparently. While she was talking I noticed that it was like she was hiding things from me. I confronted her about this and she explained it was details my future self had told her not to tell me on my first meeting. I then asked how she knew this was the first time I met her after the incident. She simply smiled and pointed to my arm. Guess that means I told her to look for when I had a broken arm.

Day 78

I will travel across the land searching far and wide... There's no pokemon, but there's a sword with a power to destroy!!! Anyways, I've been singing a lot lately. They're mostly parody songs and I forget a lot of lyrics so it's like my own music in a way??

I don't know.. point is it's fun and helps keep my spirits up while I search for this dang freaking Sword that's been turning the world to dust. I'm so glad I'm immune to becoming dust but at the same time I wish I wasn't because that's the only reason I'm here.

Nancy the Dust Sword finder they called me. They had a parade for me and everything.... Well at least I would have liked them too. But nope, they were like yo if you don't go in there we're going to convict you for treason like... Wtf gotta love the government.

Day 1

I appeared on the top of a mountain today. It overlooks the edge of the valley. I can see her car in the distance, I'm not sure if I want to watch it happen but then again it would be interesting to see.

As her car enters the valley it turns to dust, luckily it slows down enough in the process it doesn't cause her any harm. She's super embarrassed about this event so she never wrote it down. But yeah she sat there for over two hours, in a pile of dust. I wish I could have warned that her car was sadly not immune. But I'd rather not mess with time too much.

In other news my gut feeling of knowing the day without my tally is spot on. Nancy helped confirm it last we met and today without a doubt is day 1. I kind of want to try to leave the valley just to see what happens so I'm gonna do that.

Day 9

What makes some things resistant to the effects of the Dust Sword? I've thought about it a few times in the past (relatively speaking), but I've never really spent much time thinking about it. You'd think that I'd be the expert here because I happen to be immune to its effects, but nope. Not even the scientist that studied me as well as other objects not affected by the sword's power, knew why.

So when I woke up today and saw a dusted book and a normal book side by side, I decided that I'd spend the day pondering why. It seems to have an effect on time itself for instance which is why my consciousness is constantly traveling through time. But time is also stable enough that I can exist in random sections of it for a prolonged period of time, only to be distrupted when my mind settles down for sleep.

Maybe my immunity is tied to my activity or at least my tether to reality is tied to my consciousness. I'm going to try meditating to see if I can induce this state of being untethered.

Day 8

I'm growing annoyed with titling these to be honest it's just one extra step. But, I won't stop because I like keeping track of things. In any case at least it's a way to help focus in on my day at times so there's that.

Anyways, I found a cactus today!!!! I named him Fred and I gave him a hat. Now that I know where he is it'd be fun to go see him every now and then. Fred is so cool I want to give him some sunglasses too now. The next pair I find are for him!!!

If I ever get out of here I'll get a tattoo of Fred and it'll be awesome!!!!

Also I was right about cactus being exotic, he has a foreign accent and everything!

Day 49.. again

So the last few days have been a blur. For some reason I kept waking up on day 49 it was weird and more and more of me kept popping up until it was just utter chaos. Since there was only one backpack it was a crazy ass fight to secure it and write in the journal inside. Honestly that day is such a cluster fuck. I'm glad I finally secured the bag and fled. Then I passed out and woke up on day 77.

I will talk about day 77 in my next entry but for now this is an entry about day 49. I was the only one that made it out of that retched day. I think all the other me converged when I passed out with the bag. I say this because I can now recall all the perspectives of that day. They.. I... We failed so many times and for what we're all me and.. idk this mission keeps giving me mental scars.

Day 98

The more time goes on the less I feel like who I once was. I tried leaving the valley but got sent to a different day the moment I tried. I'm not sure if it's because I'm a paradox clone.. thing... Or because nothing can escape the sword's grasp.

I wonder what its true origins are, did it pop into existence or was it created? Did anyone ever use it or is it without a master? I personally like the theory that it's an ancient being that came to earth to destroy it and everything else.

I know it certainly did a number on me... I'm not even Nancy anymore, I'm just .. nothing I ain't nothing, zero, nat ... Nat ... Huh.. I actually kinda like the sound of that, Natt.. okay I'm Natt this is the story of Natt and a girl named Nancy.

Day 77

Today started off with me writing down my entry from a prior day that I'd rather not think about. So locally I decided to start the day over metaphorically.

Today started with a breakfast of jerky with a side of chopped carrots that were kinda dusty in that most of the can was filled with dust chunks in carrot water... Yeah canned food kind of sucks here... Food in general sucks here. Anyways after a hearty meal that well.. yeah.. I started my journey once again.

There was a large mound a few yards away with no signs of foot travel, so I figured I must've camped here in preparation for a hike up. The hike was super tiring and at times I broke down and cried because holy shit climbing a mound mostly made of loose dust is so difficult. Each step my feet would sink at least a foot down. I didn't have my snow shoes for some reason so I tied some boards to my feet. With our them I'd probably sunk deeper into the mound without them but walking with them was so difficult!!

Each step was labored from these boards and it didn't help that they kept getting covered with dust!!! Ahhhhhhhhh ... But yeah it took me the whole day to reach the top but I'm not even going to enjoy the view from up here because it's too dark now.. today sucked.

Day 4

They say the number four is unlucky or down right dangerous, at least in some cultures that is. But I personally like the number 4 it's one of the most even numbers in my opinion. Like a perfect square.

Speaking of, I found such a square today. It's huge, metal, and embedded in the ground. It appears to be rather thick metal yet hollow on the inside. I think it might be some kind of bunker!

I'm not sure if I should try to enter it though. Bad things could happen if I do. Just like in that show called Lost... But at the same time I need to explore everything that I can in my quest.

Time to start preparations.

Day 24

Today I spent a long time strategizing. I need to somehow coordinate the movement of supplies that I'll need to break into the bunker like thing. This will be difficult to pull off as I don't keep a consistent inventory other than these journal entries for some reason. Maybe it's because they're inscribed with my mind's knowledge? Like flashdrive plugged in still or something?

Idk... Wait .. no... That'd be stupid.. but what if... Okay I'm just gonna try it and see if it works. I wrote the description of an item on that item. Let's just see if I'll have it once I wake up again.

I still don't know why I never questioned myself having my notes stay consistent before...

+This is a really nice rock I found.. test rock+

Day 68

Okay it's this day again. I've been super stressed out about this day. I don't want Nancy to end here but how do I stop it from happening? Will I end as a result?

Okay screw it I'm gonna take action, here we go.

Here's what happened after I took action:

First I stopped Nancy that was about to shatter the other Nancy. She was super confused and looked like she had just reset in a way. But anyways I led her away from the event and then the day ended. When I awoke Nancy was there with me looking very lost. I questioned her about her journey and everything went the same as usual until I stepped in. She seems different now though I don't know how else to describe it.

I'm not sure if I stopped Nancy from being destroyed. Because I'm still around but that could be because I'm from a broken time. However, there's a possibility that I just destroyed Nancy even more as she is now separated from the timeline too.

Day 83

I realized that I was so caught up with what happened on day 68 that I never wrote anything about today or that day.

So here goes, it all started while I was busy pondering about how I kept getting consistent days. It has been a rather odd occurrence. But right before I could start writing about it, they showed up. They said their name is Natt and that they need to stop me from killing Nancy. Like what does even mean? It's not like I'm dead in the future because I've been to the future, so like come on.

Now they're freaking out because apparently I'm broken now and Nancy is gone because, "if I'm still alive and you're broken, she's gone now." Like... What?

Anyways been dealing with them all day.. Oh my Lordess... Now they're freaking out saying that I write different now, like bitch I've always wrote in cursive.

Day 70

I found the same rock in my bag though I'm not sure if it's because I kept it or if it's because it's linked to me now. Not much else to note about today but I have a strange feeling.

Day 69

As much as I am over the moon with being on day 69, nice. Me being here after day 70 means my feeling was correct and I guess this is the end of me... It seems too soon but yet maybe it's because I'm a variant like Natt. I'm scared I also don't see a point in having separate pages for this so.. yeah

...Day 68

I've been a bundle of nerves all day and I had a good reason for that but now I feel like I'm in the clear. I saw... someone, they pounced on the other Nancy and they both vanished. I hope things are going to be okay with them. Sending good vibes to your way.

Day 62

I've been waking up on the same day as Natt often right beside them. Normally I'd have loved that as I don't like to be alone. But, Natt is so difficult to deal with lately. They keep looking at me and crying saying things like "oh Nancy..."

Luckily I've been waking up before them so I can leave them to their woes while I explore. I've been getting more and more nimble lately and I think I might be getting taller too... Nah that's impossible I'm at least 28 years old now, so I can't grow taller... Right?

In other news I hate being called Nancy now, it's still a good name and everything, but having it is a constant reminder about what happened. Besides it's not like Natt treats me like I'm Nancy anymore.

Day 62

She's been avoiding me, I often wake up around the same time as her, sometimes earlier, but I lay there to give her the option to decide if she wants to stick around. She never does..

I follow her at a distance to keep tabs on her, because I worry about her. She's been going through a lot and she's been drastically changing as a result.

I have a theory as to what's been going on as it happened to me as well. I think that when a clone is shattered they reform in an unstable state. This factor with the addition of a random quirk, like my writing style. Factor into an identity crisis and we become our own people. At least that's how it's been happening with me and ... Yeah..

She seems to be affected by it a lot more than me though. For example her writing style is just straight up cursive now. Nancy never even learned cursive growing up. So like what the heck is up with that? Then there's the fact that she's been getting taller, slender and quick. Even her facial features seem to be changing, she has silver eyes now!!

I need to talk with her but I don't know if I'm ready.

Day 29

How should I start this journal entry, it was so hectic today that I'm still in mild disbelief. I guess I could start with the dragon- yeah I saw a dragon! I think it's what I trapped on day 30, I feel pretty bad about that still but at least it was able to escape (it also got revenge by trapping me back). I encountered it while on my trek it seemed confused as to why I was there and after studying me for a bit, it sped away. It felt very odd, because it was like I was familiar with the dragon somehow.

The dragon was covered in gray fur, had chocolate brown eyes(like me), long flowy whiskers, two long black twisted horns, and dark almost carbon like in color scales, it also had a very long elegant tail, with white wings.

The other thing that happened is that I still have my rock. This is the first day prior to writing on it on day 40. This is pretty exciting as it means my theory about my writing imbuing items with a link to my mind is correct. I'm going to write on my current backpack so that I can always have a consistent inventory. This will likely mean that I will wake up with two back packs depending on if that Nancy has one when I switch with them. If this occurs I'll simply leave it where I camp that night. I can probably see about making this bag into a one strap side carrier so I could free up some space to carry more.

This also means I can start prepping for the opening of the bunker-like object I found on day 4. The only problem I have is that I'm still changing days so I won't be able to reach the bunker unless I happen to be close by on that particular day. If I end up getting desperate though I could try leaving a message to the other Nancy to see if I could get them to travel that way too... No no no... Scratch that idea, it could probably cause a very serious time break.

Day 77

I'm tired... I'm so tired of chasing after her. She's so fast now it's insane. I haven't even written anything in my journal for a long time because I'm just so out of breath. But today I'm calling it quits, if she wants to run away and not return for hours on end she can. Because, I'm done, that's right I'm done I'm so tired of dealing with it so there.

I don't know why I even bothered. She clearly just wants space from me I get that. But did she really have to transform into a dragon!! Like wow way to show off Newt!! The only thing that happened to me is that I lost my gender. Well my hair also changes colors depending on my mood and what not but come on.. I wanna be a dragon.. I'm grumpy

Although I'm still sad about Nancy, I've come to accept her end and I've also come to accept Newt for who she is... As frustrating as she is... She's my sister and it's important to cherish that. Growing up my parents had always wanted more than one kid but we're very unlucky in that department, while they were happy to have had Nancy, they felt saddened to only have the one kid. It didn't help that Nancy would always talk about how much she wanted siblings.

I'm sure they'll be saddened to hear about Nancy's passing and perhaps they wouldn't even see it that way. But I'm certain they'll be happy to know they are now the proud parents of two more children.

Not really sure if they'll ever find out about it though, seeing as we might dissipate after the sword is found. But it's a nice thought.

Day 84

I can't believe that in all my excitement I forgot to inscribe my bag. But as luck would have it I actually found a much better alternative to my bag. It is a duffle bag that has a bunch of pockets and even has dividers for the large pocket that are adjustable.

So this will be the bag that I inscribe. I'm going to just use it for my important findings such as tools as I do have a somewhat random assortment of items and almost never what I need when I need it.

+Duffle bag I found on day 84+

Day 76

I haven't written in a journal for a long time. To be fair I've been enjoying myself too much to even remember to do it.

First of all I'm a dragon girl now. I don't know how it's possible, but I can turn into a dragon now. When I'm not a dragon I still have my horns and an optional tail. Which is pretty sick because if it gets in my way poof gone.

Actually, part of the reason I haven't written a journal entry in a while is because I didn't know that I could have a human form still. So I spent like a long time just zooming around as a dragon.

I should probably explain how I learned to shift back into a human. I was exploring as I tend to do, when I spotted something odd, or rather someone odd. At first I thought it was Natt, but then I realized their stride was wrong. So I zoomed in to get a good look.

There she was it was Nancy. I couldn't believe it. I just stared at her and she stared back at me and quietly said "wow..." It was then I realized that I should probably get out of there.

I ran off in search of Natt and as I ran I kept thinking. I'm not a monster, I'm not a mistake, I'm not a monster... Then I saw Natt and as I saw them I started to cry and suddenly I was embracing them. Through the sobs I told them everything and pretty soon we were both crying. When we finally finished sobbing is when I realized that I had changed. I was a little confused and after chatting with Natt we realized that I had been internalizing the feeling of self hatred to the point it manifested as me becoming a dragon.

But yeah, Nancy is alive we even verified it with past journal entries. Plus now that those feelings aren't completely consuming me I can shift whenever. Truly a wonderful day!

Day 38

Writing on the duffle bag work! It also kept everything that was in there which is so good!

I've been noticing something lately where I'm starting to recognize just about every place I've been to and yet I still haven't found the sword. This makes me think more and more that it might be inside the bunker-like thing I found.

Speaking of, I still have yet to locate a tool or something to help breach the bunker then there's the waiting for being close enough to reach its location in less than a day. This is such an annoying issue.

All of this would be easier if I had people to rely on... Maybe I could befriend the dragon?

Day 20

I'm ashamed of myself, I pushed Newt to her breaking point and made her feel like a monster. All because I misunderstood what actually happened. In removing her from her time line I broke her in the same way I was broken but it saved Nancy from becoming me.

But then if I never was created then how am I still around? The same thing goes for Nancy if she became Newt how is she still around.. the only solution I can see is that all of us are paradox clones and if we deviate from our path through a means outside our timeline then we break and become a deviated Nancy and develop a different identity.

But if that's the case how come the Nancy that created me didn't break as well... Maybe she's the original.. that would make sense as to how she seems to be immune... Wait does that mean that Nancy would have been the one to time break Newt?

Hmm I wonder if Newt and I are the same as her now that we are our own persons... I did cause Newt to be born and since then we can touch and nothing breaks. We need to find Nancy I'm tired of avoiding her. I think it should be fine so long as we know it to be the current Nancy.

After talking it out with Newt she's down for it. She even suggested that I ride on her back while we observe Nancy from afar. Maybe we'll be able to find the true Nancy though it's gonna be tricky.

Day 30

It's day 30 again, the day I trapped the dragon.. wait.... I can use this! This is a golden opportunity to meet the dragon, because I know for sure it's going to be trapped.

I rushed over to the spot where I placed the trap the last time, careful to not be seen by past me I waited for the trap to be sprung. It took about 3 hours but the waiting paid off.

At first I thought I was seeing things, just a quick blur of gray against gray. But I started noticing it was getting closer and with each hill I'd see it. Then suddenly before I could react I heard the trap go off.

I knew I didn't have long to act so I quickly sprung into action and set about undoing the trap. All the while I was apologizing for not being able to stop the trap and talking about how I was going to free them. As it turned out the dragon had a rider, which was rather surprising and took me aback for a moment.

When I had gotten them free I quickly went about resetting the trap and moving its position. Which went much faster than I anticipated because the other two quickly sprung into action and skillfully assisted me. At the time I was confused as to why there were suddenly two people helping me and how they knew this trap.

One of my questions was answered as after we finished with the trap, one of them turned into the dragon. The other quickly hopped a board and helped me up as well. I was super grateful for the assistance as I could hear the running foot steps from my past self.

The ride was surprisingly really smooth for how fast we were going over the hills. In fact I didn't feel a single bump on the ride, but the ride was super intense it was like I was a smooth high speed roller coaster. The ride lasted for almost a minute and when we came to a stop we were super far from where the trap had been at least maybe a 1 mile at the very least.

The rider, named Natt helped me down from the dragon named Newt. I collapsed on the ground as soon as I was off, Natt started to panic and was about to start CPR but I was quick to prevent that. This series had simply worn me out and I needed a moment to collect myself. Natt continued to hover at least until Newt walked over and flicked them on the forehead telling them to give me some space.

The two of the quickly set up camp as I wrote more in my journal. Once camp was set up we started to chat while eating. Apparently Natt was the Nancy from the time break I caused, I straight up started crying when I found this out. I thought I had straight destroyed my future self but as it turns out I just allowed them to become their own person. Through the tears the two of them explained who Newt was and the three of us cried harder in the process. After the tears I swiftly punched Natt in the arm, scolding them for risking their life the way they did the day Newt was born. I then thanked them none the less for being so thoughtful.

They also explained how they believe their existence works. Which helped me connect a lot of dots about how time seems to work here. After comparing stories for the rest of the day we noticed that it was getting late and went about setting up a system on how they can find me again. We came up with a plan after I told them about the ability I possess to wear I can keep items I write on. The plan involves a system in which we'd both carry a tally sheet for each meeting. That way even if it's a future Nancy or whatever we'd know what not to talk about at the given time. I'm also to start my day by lighting a fire and carrying a flag which will help in quickly tracking me down.

I then informed them about how I found a bunker and they both agreed that was our next goal as a team. The two of them were tired from the past few days of searching for me. So I hugged them both and we settled in for the night.

As an aside I'm so happy to have these two come into my life, I've always wanted siblings.

Day 30

That trap hurt! I knew it was coming and everything but I had to trigger it. Mainly because I don't want to break time even more. But damn... I hated that so much.

Some good came out of it though, we met Nancy. It was the main Nancy too we even verified when she made contact with us. She was the one that actually freed us from the trap and she looked really upset. Once free we quickly set about helping to reset the trap for past Nancy. Then we booked it with Nancy in tow.

Soon after when we stopped we told stories, explained who we are, and bonded. It was a little strange talking with someone that I used to identify as. It was also pretty jarring because I used to know everything she went through but she has developed far beyond what I once knew. I at least changed physically and mentally while she just developed more. I keep having to remind myself that she isn't me I don't think I'll ever get rid of that feeling.

I love her like a sister though and at the end of the day that's what truly matters to me. Even though it feels narcissistic... Idk I need therapy.

She told us about a bunker she found and is ecstatic because now she has a semi-reliable way of getting to it.

I can only hope this isn't something like Pandora's Box.

Day 205

I met Natt again today but it's weird because it's passed Natt and I'm current Nancy. I knew this meeting was going to happen though. Natt has told me they had met a future me and they had just broken their arm that day.

Anyways it was cool to see Natt again even though they weren't currently going as Natt. Apparently meeting them today is what helped them realize they were their own person of sorts. Which kind of confuses me because they had thought I was dead or whatever even though they had met me in the future?

Day 13

Ah so nostalgic being on day 13 again. Back when things seemed so much more similar and not too confusing yet. This was around the time where we had noticed that time was rather odd here though so it's pretty interesting to think about. We ran into the current Nancy earlier as she was hiding from past Nancy. We exchanged information as per usual and we're just getting down to business with our discussion on the current situation with the bunker. Sadly neither of our parties have yet to secure a means to open the bunker which sucks because we've been searching for so long. Heck, Newt has even attempted to break it open using her vast dragon strength and she didn't even make a dent.

We're starting to run out of options with this bunker as the only thing that might be able to break into might be powerful explosives. Which is very unlikely to be found in this hell hole of a valley wasteland but hey at least it's an idea. The only other way we can think of is by finding an alternative entrance. So whenever it's a progressive day forward Natt and I are digging up the ground around the bunker.

Day 23

I'm liking the idea of the bunker less and less. First of all its description really didn't even cover just how sinister its vibes are. Like sure it looks about how it was described on paper sure, but on an eye scale...

I hate this plan, I can't help but feel like we'll all die if we go inside. I feel ill just getting close to it.

However, regardless of how it makes me feel I'm still going to give it my all as long as Nancy and Natt wish to enter. It wouldn't be right to deny them the truth so I'll continue in aiding them.

Day 100

The big ole' 100... You know it really doesn't have the same effect as achieving this day naturally. I don't even think that I've been out here for 100 days or have I surpassed that??? I don't know in the slightest... It's not like I kept track of how many days I've seen and does it count if I repeat days? I don't even write every day that I experience I'll often be just busy gathering supplies such as food, searching for Natt and Newt, and looking for something to break into the bunker.

In fact I only decided to write today just because of how jarring it feels being on this day. Other than that this day has been a big ole' nothing burger I didn't find anything or anyone for that matter. Maybe I can visit my cactus friend?

Research Log 1

I Dr. Molly, have come to realize that I am in fact immune to the effects of The Dust Sword. So I have determined that I must now devote my life to studying it and the valley it's consumed. Many attempts have been made in disrupting the sword's destruction but so far after decades of trying we've only succeeded in containing it with a wall build of items immune to its effects. They've tried everything even reckless acts such as throwing a young woman in here in the very early days of its incarnation.

I've spent my life researching this place and it's history but have come up with very little except for learning of my own immunity. My fellow researchers turned green with envy after my discovery so I fled here for both my safety and my research so really it's a win win. I have brought with me tons of rations, writing equipment, seeds, and many other means of survival all of which I have proven to be immune to the effects of the dust. I spent the first day setting up a base camp and have already found a water source and planted my seeds. I plan on living the rest of my life here after all.

It should be noted that I've felt quite strange since coming here. Almost like time doesn't flow properly here. Also for some reason I've been wanting to build a nest.

Day 5

I visited the bunker today but I still couldn't get it open. The air feels different than normal today. It's almost like something fundamentally changed in the Dust Valley. It's hard to describe but it's an odd feeling that I noticed a few times in the past like with Newt and Natt coming about. I have been able to tell that they're on the same day as me due to this.

But this time the feeling is different like it's unknown to me and not in the slightest familiar which makes it very noticeable. What's more is that I noticed it on day 90 or so but I was too busy to write about it. It's been like this on 7 different days and now I know it's weird because this is day 5 and I shouldn't feel that shift....

Anyways I talked to Fred, the cactus, the other day. It seems that Fred has also noticed the strangeness of the air lately. When I next chat with Natt and Newt I'm gonna see if they notice it too or have at least seen anything odd.

Day 17

For some reason I really want to just start eating dust. Like I'm not hungry or anything but it's a growing feeling that I'm finding hard to ignore.

It's honestly kind of scary that I can't stop this feeling. Like I know there's something wrong with me or something but this is getting out of my control. I was barely able to stop myself yesterday.... I need help.

#journal #journey #dust sword #masterpost

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reachartwork · 10 months

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Hey I fundamentally disagree with you about the ethicality of ai art. But like whatever I’m not changing your mind and you’re not changing mine

I do think, however, that the phrase “you're never too old to make homestuck fanart” is INCREDIBLY misleading. Someone who is anti ai art but isn’t the best at deciphering what is and isn’t ai would 100% believe that this is human made based on that line and I don’t think that is fair. I don’t think you should be captioning ai art with something that sounds like you made the art by hand without also saying it’s ai in the body of the post (not just the tags). I don’t know. It bothered me to see that caption please just be more mindful about people who do not want to interact with ai art at all like myself

a bit of my addendum to my previous ask: I’m sure this is not your intention based on the rest of the blog but that phrase REALLY comes off like you’re trying to pass off ai art as traditional art which is not fair to traditional artists. There is a difference there and you know it. I am an artist and I do not appreciate that difference being minimized in a deceptive way. I honestly believe you have good intentions but this was not it.

respectfully: no.

a: that post is over a year old at this point, i tagged it as ai art, my blog mentions ai art in the bio, when you link the post (or my blog) from elsewhere it says that this is an ai art account. if you are getting "fooled" at this point you really only have yourself to blame.

b: i don't see what medium has to do with making homestuck fanart. would you get this pissy if i made a collage instead.

c: nothing in the post implies that i made it by hand. even if we're getting really pedantic almost none of the art on tumblr is "handmade", it's digital, but also assuming that me saying "you're never too old to make homsetuck fanart" implies that i handmade said fan art is kind of insane.

d: you said yourself that the art was tagged ai art. why haven't you blacklisted or blocked it yet. this is a solvable problem, and instead of solving it you're going out of your way to ask me to put a big fat "THIS IS BADWRONG AI ART, DON'T LET YOURSELF GET TRICKED BY THE AESTHETIC APPEAL OF IT" disclaimer on all my posts. do you not understand not only how juvenile but also how insulting this is to me?

e: moving onto your second ask, i need to point out here that you're literally inventing a problem and then getting mad at it. nowhere in my entire blog have i EVER, EVER passed off ai art as traditional art. any "deception" is, i am so sorry because i'm about to sound gaslighty here, something you are making up in your head. i have been straightforward from the absolute beginning, DAY ONE of this blog about what i do and how i do it. i have claimed many times that I am an artist, which is true, but i have never claimed a single time that i am an illustrator, photographer, painter, or traditional artist. nothing in what i said implied this equivalency that you are, and i repeat, inventing in your head. of course there's a difference between traditional art and ai art, dude! i'm literally dating a traditional artist.

this whole two-ask combo is honestly one of the most ridiculous things i've ever read. certainly not as offensive as that one dude from the other day who told me to kill myself but it's definitely up there in sheer absurdity. this is definitionally "making up a guy to get mad at in your head". all of the problems you are DEMANDING i fix are either problems with existing solutions that you have refused to implement or non-issues that you invented out of whole cloth by inserting nonexistent read-between-the-lines implications into my otherwise straightforward and blunt statements.

you are an unserious person. please do not return to my inbox.

cheers, -reach

#ai art #discourse #ai art discourse #ask #not art #long post #personal #come on guys

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isawken · 3 months

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filling up my queue and scheduling enough posts to last several months because i think february might kill me

the company i work for sold off my department to an entire new company without telling anyone anything ahead of time, even the directors, so i've been fielding questions from my team as if i also didn't just get slapped in the fucking face about it along with the rest of them

i am in charge of twenty people (which is fucked up and insane to me but what's even more than that is they respect me like what the fuck is up with that don't they know i'm a literal clown) and i'm having to hold each of their hands and mediate and troubleshoot and tech support all of them while we all try to figure out what is going on, and they all have two weeks to use any PTO they have because the company of course won't pay that shit out of course not why would they so we're going to be operating at 50% for the next two weeks and it's my ass that will be picking up the slack (which is my own fault and i don't regret it, i told them all to take the time they've earned because fuck the company and fuck the client needs, but god its still gonna be rough), and i'm just so angry, this shit is disrespectful, my team don't even make $20 an hour they don't deserve this and neither do i, and apparently the contract is up for renegotiation in 18 months and we're expected to see ~workforce reduction~ at the very least and total client annihilation at the most and it's just. i knew 2024 wasn't going to be like, awesome, but i definitely didn't think it was going to start like this. january kicked my entire ass off and now february is going to kick my tits off and then what's gonna come next? a break, perhaps? a break for my wretched soul? my weary heart doth not have faith! i'm going to make a bingo card of all potential things that could continue to get fucked this year and for each bingo i get i earn one (1) week long bender

also hey if you're reading this can you do me a favor. make me a little promise. never buy ziploc baggies or glade candles ever again. please. like you don't have to, obviously. if you super duper like those candles or w/e you can keep buying them. i won't be mad. but it would be cool if you purposefully avoided those products forever and ever and ever. for me.

anyways check out this cute binder journal i have assembled it’s the light of my life right now. i got honey yellow grid paper. i got plastic sleeve inserts i can put shit in. i got cute calendar pages. it’s iridescent. it’s got a heart shaped zipper pull. this motherfucker is the envy of all the aesthetic study influencers writing out their business class notes in a plain felt covered teal hardcover. this son of a gun is the all time in journalistic variety and potential. this is the bitch that’s gonna keep me alive

i'm so up my own asshole about this it's unreal

#kenposting #kenbitching #2024 shaping up to be another humdinger haha! <- (said with homicidal intent)

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vacancy90 · 7 months

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The pleasure! The joy!

I made it to the summit of Mont Ventoux today! ⛰🎉💪 2nd attempt yay!

Keep reading for the full report and more pics 😊

What a day! Everything went according to plan and sooo well. I'm still stunned.

So I rented this super cool e-race bike. Unfortunately I chose the frame a little too small but anyway, it worked OK. I set out from Malaucène at 13:30 and reached the summit after 1.35 hours. Which is pretty insane speed for the 22 km climb. I felt almost bad everytime I passed someone going up "the honest way". I was flying up the road at about 12/14 km/h on average. The fastest speed being 28.5 km/h. And now let me tell you - this was still sport and an effort! It's by no means riding like on a motorbike. It was still a matter of pedalling and pedalling and pedalling and the sun burning down on me. Also, always skipping between the 3 levels of support. I couldn't go full support all the way, the battery wouldn't have lasted that long. So, yeah, I am super proud and happy and it was so cool to eventually take that famous pic in front of the summit sign. I have such a massive respect for everyone who mad it up there by pure muscle power. And many were even riding much further than only the 22 km climb. They've come from other towns and had quite a journey behind them as I learned from some. There was a couple, I think on their honeymoon because the woman was wearing a veil under her helmet, and they reached the top together by muscle power. They were so cute.

Before I continue, take a guess what hurt the most after over 40 km on that bike?

a) the legs

b) the bottom/lady parts

c) fingers

Ok, so, I'm up there, happy, proud, enjoying the stunning views and a caffeine bar but didn't have too much time as I had to return the rented bike soon. 🥲 NOW - the descent! Oh. My. Lord! As much as it was fun, it was scary! Thanks to the little bike computer I could see my speed. The average was about 40 km/h with a peak at almost 60 km/h which was freaking scary! I was literally flying. On slippery flat pedals, on a too small bike. Lol. I tried to imagine what it would be like going down over 70 km/h, let alone 100 km/h. Everyone who does that must be freaking nuts! I mean, the road here was shared with cars, motorbikes, camper vans, walkers even (oh and one guy on roller skis) so no way to go faster than that and not without the right shoes and pedals. That's for another day 🤫

So, what hurt the most? The fingers! Jfc, braking for 22 km is hard! I had to take 3 breaks on the way down to shake my numb fingers back to life. Also they became sweaty and I was scared what'd happened if I slipped? So yeah, 2nd most: lady parts, because of the too small bike and the saddle was a bit too low 🙈 (but shoutout to the super bib shorts I bought here, great padding)

I arrived back in Malaucène much earlier than my "service car" ;) and had some time to chat some more with the very friendly rental dude. Told him I only started cycling a few weeks ago. His response was "Oh, congratulations!" (How sweet) and he had a cute doggo there minding the shop ☺

I could keep talking about today forever but I'll stop now. Here are some pics and one of a souvenir from the summit 👜😄

#can't believe how perfect the weather was #oh some scary wind on the way down #had to ride in the middle of the road not to be blown away #wobbled dramatically at one moment and my heart dropped but all good #also took a photo for and of a dude who raised his bike in front of the sign he was so proud #and that again made me happy #also one lady telling me bravo for making it 🙈#thanks for following my little journey #i'm back in one piece #had a wonderful dinner at a cute little restaurant in town to end this vacation #❤⛰🌬🚴🏽‍♀️#au revoir mont ventoux #personal

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 8 months

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Okay, so I've decided to do Fic Rec Fridays at the end of the month now that I've been keeping a fanfic reading log. Guys. I've read A LOT of fic this month. 😅 Okay so I think the best thing is to organize this by rating and then word count. Please note that this is a pure reading log so I'm just listing fic, author, and small "what it's about".

For August I Read:

397,333 Words

20 Fics

17 Authors

Rating G:

AU-gust Mashups by @ahufflepuffhobbit- Short BOTFA fix-it with an ill-timed confession. Let's face it, this is how we all wanted to see BOTFA end.

Love Makes You Blind by thorinsbeard- Small little oneshot where Bilbo thinks Thorin is blind and can't stop staring. It had me rolling when Thorin told Bilbo he's an underwear model.

Mr Underhill's Finest Seafood Specialities by @nocompromise-noregrets- Oneshot from Frodo's POV as famous food critic, Thorin Oakeshield, arrives as his uncle's restaurant. All the interactions between the characters were fun as well as seeing Bagginshield through Frodo's eyes.

Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah- Multi-chapter story with refugee Thorin struggling through English, but he meets Bilbo who accepts him as he is. Honestly, super fluffy fic with lots of family moments that I really wish there was a sequel, but accept it as is.

Rating T:

Drawn by thorinsbeard- Oneshot where Bilbo stumbles upon some NSFW versions of himself in another cafe patron's sketchbook (in an uncreepy way). Will hope and anticipate a smutty sequel.

Prize Enough for Me by StrivingArtist- Two-shot with Bilbo chasing after Azog after believing he killed Thorin to enact his revenge. I'm always here for some BAMF Bilbo.

When Darkness Shines Brightest by @lordoftherazzles- Multi-chapter Hades/Persephone take. The introspection of Thorin's character blows me away in this fic.

Rating M:

How to Beat Gold Sickness by Epoxide- Cute oneshot where Fili and Kili decide that announcing that Bilbo is pregnant with Thorin's child will shake the gold sickness. Now I just need the sequel where Bilbo says that it's actually true.

Dating Blind by badskippy- Jealous waiter Thorin does sabotages Bilbo's blind dates. This was just perfect, and yes, Thorin does make up for it.

Sparks & Gardens by @fantasyinallforms- Down on his luck Thorin manages to get the best deal of his life when he becomes gentleman Bilbo Baggins handyman. Look, regency is normally not my taste, but this fic does such a good job of just making that the setting and not necessarily the theme (if that makes sense).

The Kitchen Thief by @mordellestories- Multi-chapter Tolkien AU (?) where Thorin still has dwarven blood but can get by with appearing as a human baker in a time where anyone else is treated with discrimination. I will forever be laughing at Bilbo's "oh no, it's the nutty baker" comment.

Stranded by @tickles-ivory- Multi-chapter AU where Thorin and Bilbo live in separate universes but find each other. Honestly, super cute concept and execution with fun "slice of life" chapters at the end.

My Love's a Noble Madness by silverneko9lives0- Bilbo works at an insane asylum where Thorin is a patient who thinks he's in love with him. Okay, I have to say that the tags on this had me scared for A LONG time, but there's actually 0 non-con after Thorin gets medicated and you find out the fucked up situation they find themselves in the beginning is all Azog/Sauron/Melkor's fault.

Rating E:

Look At You by thorinsbeard- Bilbo uses the ring to sneak into Thorin's room, accidentally witnessing the dwarf king masturbating. This fic is so hot and honestly another that I would 100% read a sequel for.

Evening Interlude by paranoid_fridge- Bilbo and Thorin have an evening to themselves for bondage fun. Seriously though, if you're wanting a fic with some heavy bondage kinks, this is the perfect fic.

If You Lend a King a Hand by Cranbear- Bilbo assists Thorin out in the woods, and they have come to an understanding regarding future engagements. Look, I just know this fic is going to checkmark some kinks for me and dom!Bilbo is just an added bonus.

Through the mist (I find you) by @consultingpacha- Thorin has developed amnesia after the events of BOTFA, and Bilbo returns to discover this as well as the fact that he's engaged. Guilty smut and angsty feelios galore (though we are promised a happy ending)!

Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles- Thorin and Bilbo accidently got married in Bree after one drunken mistake and have now ended up as next door neighbors. This is the type of romcom shenanigans that I am 100% here for, featuring Roac tormenting Lobelia in this newest chapter!

Unrated:

the legend by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)- Bilbo thinks he's still banished and the Company thinks he's dead, and once this misunderstanding comes to light, Bilbo decides to travel with the returning caravan from Ered Luin. Bilbo probably dragged this out longer than necessary, but we're finally to the point where he reveals himself, and I need to know what happens next.

#sunny recs it #the hobbit #bagginshield #honestly i was a little shocked because this has been a bit of a busy month for me #no wonder i can never update on time...

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