#{ { wishlist;; an imagination knows no bounds } }

[mari-writes]

I can’t stop thinking about canon Bokuto being from a rich family, and him absolutely spoiling Akaashi. Knowing that Akaashi got a scholarship to attend Fukurodani,  I think he’s probably from a lower-middle class family.

Imagine Bo insisting that he buy him onigri from the corner store near the school. Gifting him cute little things like keychains and ballpoint pens. When they finally start dating after Bo’s graduation, he starts buying Akaashi progressively fancier items—after all, now he’s making his own money, too! So he can spoil him all he wants!

“You don’t have to,” Akaashi always says. “I know.” Bokuto always replies. “But I want to.”

The first big gift is a leather-bound journal he’d seen Akaashi mooning over. It's got golden clasps. Perfectly pressed pages. But very pricey. Bokuto knows his boyfriend doesn’t like it when he offers to buy him things on the spot, so instead he goes back to the store alone the next day to purchase the journal, which he gifts to him a week later. 

When Akaashi expresses mild interest in having a t-shirt of Bokuto’s first professional volleyball team, he ends up with an entire new wardrobe, including hats and scarves and accessories.

Bokuto also buys him books. Lots and lots of books.

He stalks Akaashi’s online wishlist and not-so-subtly asks what new releases he’s looking forward to. One time, he shows up to Akaashi’s university dorm holding two new tote bags, decorated with cartoon owls, each of them full of books. 

When Akaashi graduates from university, Bokuto goes all-out. Akaashi stares down in shock at the gleaming silver watch on his wrist. It’s covered in crystals. It’s weight is unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable.

It’s exquisite. Akaashi feels like crying. “This is too much,” he swallows harshly.

Bokuto smiles. “Nothing is too much when it’s for you,” he says, and Akaashi can’t believe this ridiculous man.

But despite Bokuto spoiling his man rotten, giving him everything he even hints at wanting, he ends up being too late on the most important gift of their now decade-long relationship.

Because it's Akaashi who buys the rings.

Imagine Akaashi saving up his pennies, doing thorough research for years, maybe even since they first started dating, because he knew they were destined to be together forever.

He ends up purchasing a pair of silver rings—one of them with a jewel the color of Bokuto’s eyes, the other with one the color of his own. He keeps Bokuto's ring hidden for almost a year, psyching himself up for the big moment.

When he finally reveals them, with a life-changing question falling from his lips in a breathy whisper, Bokuto breaks out in happy tears.

All the things his boyfriend had bought him pale in comparison to the look in the man's eye right now.

Priceless, Akaashi thinks. Absolutely priceless.

//

This is so random lol. I'm seriously coming up with these short little things on the fly. I hope someday I can actually sit down and right a fic again.  Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed! Also, thanks to Temari on Twitter for giving me the idea of rich!Bokuto 😘

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #my writing #drabble #ficlet #head canon #haikyuu!! #fanfic

[hydralisk98]

"16^12" DR Life Scripture, Blackhand Thread '(0x17/?)

Preface

Sum?

Checklist

Klara "Olive" Kér

Female biological + genetic gender (♀), she/her pronouns... (gender-affirming comforting life)

August 1st 4498

Shoshoni Citizenship, University Doctorate Graduate as Historian with plenty of supplemental classes & certifications completed

~20-25 years old

600 years lifespan

Leo/Lepio astrology

INTJ (Myers-Briggs 16 personalities)

5'8", 144lb;

Autism Spectrum Disorder

Autonomous Service Grids (general AI modules) assisting & empowering decisions in meaningful & constructively affirmative ways

Active in federal politics (Senate) & constructively so

Active in my local community

Spirituality & Magicks encouraged within ethical bounds

True Polymorph & other Magick abilities endorsed & legal in this world

Mixnet (The 3D_XML+OpenXanadu WorldWideWeb as operated by Shoshones and other major civilizations, the mainstream use of the global information network with Memex web crawler being a transparent well-known fact. The service is like ‘OGAS’ as a transparent vast and benevolent data processing and knowledge base network), side nets (Think HTTPS, I2P, FTP, OpenSSH & Gemini protocols as examples) & user nets (shortwave radio networks, RTTY / VideoTex & other retro-er infrastructure services)

Lifa app

Body change app

Manifestation tutor

Ava, my synthetic-tier android blonde servant

Shoshona

Nice & handsome copyleft cyberware & biomods

Soft grunge, retro grunge, light academia?, earmuffs

Empowering, wholesome and optimistic solarpunk retrofuture world with much longer historical record & transparent GLOSS mindset attached

Best humane, insightful & comfortable possible timeline stemming from no Woodrow Wilson federal presidency

Hopeful & positive future for the next five centuries easily, both for biological sapients & androids alike;

Bookstore curator / clerk

Multimedia integrator

Educational explainer

Data scientist

Vast personal domain home of my very own in Maskoch within sweet neighborhood

Gustav Hayden as father

Falah Becker as mother

Gustav Hayden, my father { Developer, more contextually-sensitive, nicer to live with, more tolerant, more understanding, less invasive, asks more questions, cares unconditionally, toymaker; }

Falah Becker, my mother { Artistic in her hobbies, massively successful polyglot philosopher, linguist career, much free time, much autonomy, super sweet social life, some more technical know-how, interested in small history and witchcore fantasy fiction much, spiritual acceptance; }

Maternal & paternal familial histories with more... abundant, insightful & positive empowering lives;

Deno Hayden middle younger brother from 4499

Wyatt Hayden youngest brother from 4502

Chronokinesis

Mentat-tier computer data-processing capabilities

Psychics

Personal profile card

Great cultural medium to be watched, listened, et cetera.

Plenty of free-time

?

Multimedia explainer assets to complement 16^12

Hyperlinks to refer to:

https://hydralisk98.blog/post/739215553084964864/imagination-guide-to-16-12-part-1

https://hydralisk98.blog/post/738867056627351552/klara-k%C3%A9r-wishlist-reality-shifting-scripture

https://hydralisk98.blog/post/738796546941943808/contextual-scripture-information-for-my-very-own

https://hydralisk98.blog/post/724346987866193920/servitor-for-16-12-concept-draft-1

https://www.pinterest.ca/olivae_tribble/blackhand-inspiration-board/

#16^12 #maskoch #desired reality #reality shifting #life scripting

[doctorfrac]

@eggedbellies

(All names and likeness are coincidental duh)

You and your boyfriend Todd weren't on the best terms lately. You'd lived with him for some time now but he never took charge in the bedroom, no matter how many times you made sure he saw your internet history and online shopping wishlist. In hopes to reignite something of what you had the two of you planned a camping trip at a nearby hiking trail, the idea being that maybe he'd show some manliness out in the wilderness. Nearby is relative however so by now you're a few hours from home and just now parking the car. A short effort of getting your gear on later and the two of you set out. After a few hours of hiking you begin strongly reconsidering how much you want to be out here. Todd decides to call it and begins setting up camp. As he sets up the tent you begin collecting firewood. As you walk you see some markings on trees. The marks look similar to some you had seen earlier, if anything just fresher, appearing like a claw had slashed the tree. The website had mentioned bears in the area but those shouldn't be an issue this time of year according to the rangers. Somehow they don't seem like a bear, but you're no expert so you leave them be. The mountains around here do creep you out slightly of course, filled with caves full of who knows what, not to mention the numerous missing persons cases throughout the years. The idea of someone doing unspeakable things to you does get you aroused however, the countless stories you've read online being plenty enough to imagine. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you walk back to camp. Upon your return you see that Todd had managed to set up the tent and aranged some stones in a circle for the campfire. You quickly set up the campfire while Todd sets out some chairs. Finishing just in time for the sun to go down you go to sit by the campfire with Todd. Still feeling aroused from your daydream earlier you move to sit on Todd's lap but he pushes you away, mumbling something about needing to take a leak. He runs off into the darkness leaving you alone by the fire. After maybe 30 minutes of waiting Todd comes back but something is off about him. Before you can question it too much Todd has moved in close to you. He embraces you without a word, mashing his lips against yours you feel his tongue pressing in. His tongue feels longer but you hardly care, he's finally acting like you always wanted, at the least its a start. Without time for further thinking he's already begun stripping you. Breaking the kiss he bites your neck and for a moment it feels painful. Those thoughts fade away as does your consciousness. When you wake you find yourself looking at the ceiling of your tent. Trying to move you find you can't, your hands and legs bound spread eagle on the ground, tent stakes driven into the ground through the tent to hold your binds. Todd is nearby and moves towards you now that you've stirred. Not speaking any words he moves in and as he turns you see his dick, larger than you think you remember. You aren't sure how he managed to knock you out so effectively but your heart is beating hard while you make a small puddle around yourself from arousal. As he slips between your legs he brings his face in close, sticking his tongue into your slit. Seeming to be satisfied with what he finds he moves his body up to align his crotch with your own. He plunges in with one swift motion, his dick filling you so much better than you remember it having before. You cry out in pleasure and he kisses you, his tongue once more seeming odd but oh so nice as it fills your whole mouth. Your moans now muffled continue as he hammers his cock into you, filling you completely before retreating completely just to rocket back in, caressing your whole pussy in its journey. His thrusts don't seem to slow as your climax fast approaches, his pistoning motions making him seem like a machine, or at least something not human. In this moment you're so glad you dropped so many hints to him and then your climas hits, harder than any you'd ever had before. As he keeps thrusting you struggle to think but you vaguely wonder if this could go on forever. Just as you finish thinking this he seems to slow before hilting himself fully, pressing against your cervix. As he removes his mouth from yours you manage to tell him to not cum in you. He continues as if he cannot hear you and his dick begins to twitch inside of you. Before even a moment has passed you can tell that this too is not going normally either as you begin to feel a lump travel down the length of his shaft and deeper into you before pressing into your cervix, demanding entry. You don't have a second to wonder before the sensation continues a second and a third time, all of the lumps pressing into you as one. The added mass seems to be enough and soon all 3 have passed your cervix with more behind them. You lay there in some form of bliss, the feeling simply amazing to have whatever it is sliding into you. They begin piling up inside you and giving you a bit of a curve to your once flat stomach. You again can't help but wonder if this will ever end as you find yourself climaxing around perhaps the thirtieth lump you feel. At that point your body decides its had enough and you find yourself unconscious once more. As you awaken this time you first note that you're in a cave, somewhere near the entrance as you can still see the moonlight. Your hands are still bound but now behind your back. You look down at yourself and see that what happened before wasn't a dream as your belly juts out from you as if you were 9 months pregnant already, Todd clearly having continued after you passed out. You attempt to get out of your binds, finally understanding that something isn't right and feeling as if you have a chance to do something about it. Before you can get any slack in your binds Todd appears before you, his face seeming to not be on right as he comes into the light. He finally speaks but his voice is wrong too. He tells you that you aren't going home. As you begin to ask why he reaches up and begins to pull and stretch at his face, it quickly being pulled off to reveal his lizard features beneath. He explains that he had replaced Todd earlier, though Todd is still alive, just unconscious and elsewhere. He'll wake up and find his way home, but thats not important, what is important is how ever since you showed up in the area they could smell your lust and simply had to have you. Your body was perfect for their purposes, they were sure. Not Todd explains finally that he filled you with his eggs so his clan could survive, and now he'll make sure you stay bred and pumping out eggs until you die, whether or not you want it. But after that evening? Maybe you'll enjoy this new life.

[ardenssolis]

@darabeatha said (inbox):

Shi i'm politely asking for any ideas you have for ozy with any of my muses (be them individually or those that are her on my multi) and/or anything u have in ur writting wishlist that u u want to write and/or explore with ozy because I want to throw someone at him or more of my muses at u but I also have no idea who to send nor from where to start🤲

[SEND ALL YOUR MUSES. ALL OF THEM. IDC WHO THEY ARE SEND THEM MY WAY. But ahem, I do have some ideas, not a lot, but some. Like for Camazotz, I just like that he and Ozy are quite literally opposites in all regards. He is ornery and is bound to the night due to the nature of what he is, and Ozy is the oppressive heat and gentle warmth of the sun all in one. He’s bright, he’s vibrant and wants to be seen while Camazotz prefers to be left to his devices in relative peace (like most bats fjkdshfds). It’s interesting! Like there’s no big idea there but the dichotomy is intriguing. Wouldn’t it be neat if Ozy was a god too and they’ve known one another since forever? Wouldn’t it be neat---

But ANYWAYS for Odysseus, I can imagine Ozy wanting to challenge him with the bow one day because of how good he is with it. He wants to know if Odysseus has that competitive spirit in there and wants to see it brought to light. Probably casually attempts to make it come forward whenever he gets the chance because Odysseus is just so serious. It’s so funny to Ozy and idek why. He feels if he made a joke around him, he’d furrow his brows and spend forever trying to figure it out the same way Arjuna thought about when he had winked at him all day. But also, on more quieter days when he’s feeling less mischievous, he’d probably ask him what it’s like to be on the sea and why he enjoys it so much. Mainly because Ozy himself can’t comprehend why anyone would set sail on it as it partially intimidates him.

FOR NITONITO he’d probably want to do more mundane things with her – or things he deems mundane. The truth of the matter is that Nitocris’ big sister vibe isn’t one-sided. He genuinely, deep down, looks at her as a sibling in a way as well. However, that isn’t something that he would bring to light and still approaches things with her with her as his ‘retainer’, but he’s forever thinking about her well-being. I think he’d just like to sit and talk to her sometimes. Not as a king and their retainer or pharaoh to pharaoh, but just as Nitocris and Ozymandias.

Tezcatlipoca comes across as oddly shady to Ozy and he would like to figure out what lies beneath that divine surface. Sometimes you can forget he’s a god because of his personality, but that is pretty much the case with a lot of Divine turned Servants in Chaldea so that’s not too surprising to him. Regardless of what the Throne has bestowed him information wise on Tez, he is interested in knowing what else is there. His reasons for being in that building, his reasons for allowing himself to be summoned, his reasons for deciding to stick around at all---

DAYBITTTTTT. So like, I really like the idea of Daybit summoning Ozy. I imagine that their relationship wouldn’t be a giant mess since Ozy bores easily and Daybit just isn’t boring to him. At like all. He’s a giant enigma and he loves giant enigmas. He likes taking people apart, finding out what makes them tick and then whether he’s still interested from there leaves much to be desired. But the fact that Daybit isn’t sneaky and is very blunt is a giant bonus as he doesn’t like sneaky people. He can tolerate them if goals align, but if someone attempts to do anything to him like issue a command with those seals, ect., they are dead unless they force him to end his own life first. He would just like taking that breather, I think, and knowing that his Master is so -gestures-

CONSTANTINE FOR KING ADVENTURES. He’s such a polar opposite of Ozy that it’s just so funny.

FSJKDHFKSD THESE ARE JUST SOME STUFF. I don’t want to go on and on since this is like going over 700 words but U GET IT. Give me all the adventures. Toss Duryo at me. Toss Caenus, that ultra shady x 100 Oberon, Morgan --- The list is endless. If you ever want continue something you send in my inbox, then let’s go! Want to just send an occasional thing and built from there? My jam. Send a meme and go from that for further interactions? A-OK---]

#darabeatha #THE SKY IS THE LIMIT #heck even if you just want to build up stuff with like two or three muses #that is fine with me idec #I have friends / mutuals that have literally 200+ muses and we make it work #so never feel constrained and stuff! #;ooc jabber #answered #;;inbox #;post: beta

[cleighwrites]

Christmas Traditions

SPN Fanfic

Caracters: Sam x Dean x Cas

Word Count: 2,685

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas take some time off to celebrate the holiday.

A/N: This was written for @ladylilithprime for the @spnfanficpond’s Christmas Exchange! I hope I got in everything from the wishlist! 

Warnings: NSFW, past trauma (mentioned), m/m/m threesome, wing kink, anal sex

Read it on Ao3

Sam sat in the kitchen reading his copy of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol as Dean hummed under his breath and cooked dinner. Cas sat across from him watching Dean and smiling softly, affection shining in his eyes. They had decided to take Christmas weekend off and spend it together. No apocalypse, no monsters, no distractions; just the three of them, together for Christmas. Spiked eggnog, roasted turkey with fixings, and even a Christmas tree. Dean had joked that Sam could be the tree and Cas could be the topper, “We’ll have a kinky Christmas!” he’d said. Cas’s wings had fluttered at the idea while Sam had blushed and shook his head.

A Winchester Christmas in the bunker. Who would have thought?

Sam insisted on playing a Christmas station while they ate, and Dean was pleased that it was a station that played Trans-Siberian Orchestra, stating that “If we’re going to listen to Christmas music, at least they have taste.” The bird was perfectly cooked, and Dean even added carrots to the potatoes and gravy. The smell of pumpkin and pecan pies baking filled the air as they ate.

Cas even tried a bite, noting, “These are the best-tasting atoms I have ever tasted, Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes but smiled as he said, “Don’t waste my cooking, Cas; we know you don’t eat.” 

After dinner and dessert, Sam sat on the sofa in the den (which he refused to call the Dean Cave) with his book in hand and his brother’s feet in his lap. Dean was watching Die Hard, and Cas had gone to get refills on their Winchester Special Eggnog, which mainly consisted of brandy. 

When Cas entered with three glasses in his hands, Sam looked up to see his wings pinned tightly against his back. 

“What’s wrong, Cas?” 

“Hmm?” Dean added, peeling his eyes away from the screen to look at their angel.

“Nothing is ‘wrong’, Sam. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Sam commented. 

“I hate that you can see his wings, and I can’t. Must be all that witchy stuff you’ve gotten into,” Dean lamented. 

“Dean,” Cas started, his wings shifting. “We’ve been over this. Sam spent considerably more time as a host to an archangel. That prolonged exposure is bound to have an effect. He could probably hear my true voice as well. Though, I wouldn’t risk it.”

“Yeah, no, I’ve been on the receiving end of your true voice, wouldn’t want a repeat of that.” Dean laughed to himself, self-consciously rubbing at his ear.  

“And I don’t think I could handle seeing another angel’s true face.” Sam shivered. 

Cas came up behind him, handed him and Dean their drinks, and put a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I can only imagine the horrors you went through in that cage. I’m sorry we couldn’t get you out sooner.” 

Sam was quiet, trying not to remember everything that had happened in the time he was trapped with Lucifer. Not only him physically but his soul alone. Cas understood what it was like—they had bonded more after his time hosting the devil. Dean hadn’t truly understood until he’d hosted Michael, who’d gone rogue and hijacked his body. They’d all been through so much, but all of that only seemed to bring them closer together. They’d bonded in the trenches of multiple apocalypses. Sure, they still fought and went through stages of silent treatments, especially Dean, but they’d always found their way back to one another.

Sam owed Cas everything for bringing his brother back from Hell, and he’d earned his trust and love over the years since then. And Dean… they’d always been more than just brothers. Cas and Dean had always had a bond, and when they all decided to see what it would be like for all of them to be together, it had been a game changer. Sam couldn’t imagine his life without them in it. After everything they’d all been through, they could depend on each other. Sam had never felt more understood and supported in his life. They’d literally been through Hell, but they were still there fighting, rarely taking time for themselves. 

“How about a change of subject?” Dean said loudly, bringing Sam out of his thoughts. 

“Yes, what would we like to do tonight?” Cas added. 

“I was planning on a Die Hard marathon… but could be convinced to do something else…” Dean waggled his eyebrows at Sam. 

Unable to hold back his smile at his brother’s antics, Sam grinned. He took a drink from his cup, leaned his head back against Cas’s forearm and looked up at the angel. “Cas?” 

“You know I am always ready to be carnal with either of you.”

“Cas,” Dean complained, “you can’t just say shit like that.”

“Why? Would you prefer I call it making love?”

Dean groaned and made a show of rolling his entire head with his eyes. Sam laughed. 

“Sap,” Dean accused, then took a drink from his glass. “So, we doin’ this or what?” 

“I’m game,” Sam agreed. He finished off his glass of eggnog and cleared his throat from the burn. 

Dean nodded, downed the rest of his drink, got up from the couch, and started stripping as he left the room. Cas sighed dramatically, then squeezed Sam’s shoulder before following after him with his wings shivering. Sam simply shook his head at his lovers’ antics and then rose to follow them. 

Once he got to Cas’s room, the one they used when they were all together, Dean was completely naked and was helping Cas out of his clothes. They were making out; Sam felt his cock stiffen at the sight. Cas’s wings were spread wide, his primary feathers reaching out. Unable to help himself, Sam reached forward and rubbed the outermost primary feather between two fingers causing Cas to shiver and moan into Dean’s mouth. 

He was so pleased when they’d invited Cas into his and Dean’s bedroom play, and he’d agreed. Sam had been hesitant at first, Cas being an angel of the Lord, but when he’d found out about Dean and Cas, Sam had insisted that Dean offer to bring him into the fold. Cas hadn’t been judgemental about Sam and Dean being physically intimate. He’d said that all of Heaven already knew and didn’t think anything about it. 

Clearing his throat, Sam began to undress to join in the festivities. He watched as Dean removed all of Cas’s clothes. Sam matched his movements and joined them naked as Cas stepped out of his pants. Cas and Dean reached out to him and wrapped their arms around his waist to pull him into them. Dean leaned forward first and pressed their lips together. They kissed as if they lived for it, breathing each other’s breaths and tasting the eggnog they had drunk. Dean was all fire and passion in everything he did, always eager to please. 

Where Dean was all heat and willfulness, Cas was care and precision. Once Dean had had his fill, he nodded to Cas and lay down on the bed while Cas took his turn with Sam. Cas’s lips were more gentle but no less passionate. Dean moaned, and Sam knew that Cas was using his Grace to get Dean ready for them, whoever would be the one to fuck him. They tended to mix things up, keeping things interesting. The fact that all of them were pretty much up for anything helped in that regard. 

Cas reached between himself and Sam, grabbed both of their cocks, and began stroking them in time with Dean’s moans and grunts of pleasure. Sam reached behind Cas and wrapped his fingers around his marginal coverts, stroking along their soft vanes. He loved to feel Cas shiver and his wings vibrate with arousal. Sam played with the downy barbs at the base of his feathers and smiled against Cas’s lips when he stopped kissing and stroking him. Sam thoroughly enjoyed being able to play Cas like a finely tuned instrument. 

“Not fair,” Dean said from the bed. 

“You’re just jealous,” Sam said. 

“Ngh.” Dean threw his head back into the pillows and started grinding down on the bed again. 

Sam smirked at Cas, who had obviously started opening him up again. As he was about to ask how they would proceed tonight, Sam felt pressure at his hole and realized that he would be in the middle of everything. Secretly, or maybe not so secretly, Sam loved when he got to be between the two of them, surrounded in every way by the loves of his life. Sam leaned into Cas again and kissed him as his Grace worked him and his brother into a frenzy. 

“Sammy,” Dean moaned. 

Sam loved seeing his brother strung out and laid out on their bed. His hair was messy, and his skin was flushed pink from stimulation. With one last nibble on Cas’s bottom lip, Sam pulled away and crawled over the bed to his brother. He laid over him and kissed Dean while Cas kept opening them up. 

“‘M ready, Sammy. So ready. Need you.” Dean mumbled between needy kisses. 

Sam reached over to the side table, but Cas was already there, handing him the lube they kept there. Cas could use his Grace as lube, but when he got caught up in the moment, sometimes he’d forget, and none of them wanted that to happen… again. 

With freshly lubed fingers, Sam rubbed around Dean’s rim and slid three fingers in with no resistance. He thrust his fingers in a few times, then lubed up his cock and lined himself up. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips while he still had the chance. Leaning down, Sam kissed Dean as he shoved his hips forward, slowly sinking into the smooth warmth of Dean’s ass. Sam set a slow, steady pace that matched the ebb and flow of Cas’s Grace within himself. 

Cas lay beside them and ran his fingers through their hair. He pulled Sam’s head back and turned Dean’s head toward himself so they could press their lips together in an intense kiss. Sam heard Dean moan and felt him clench around his cock. Sam laced his fingers with Dean’s with one hand and reached out to run his fingers through Cas’s scapular feathers. Cas’s hips rutted against Dean, and all three of them moaned. 

After a moment, Cas’s Grace expanded in Sam’s ass and warmed for a few seconds before Cas stopped kissing his brother and moved to situate himself behind Sam. Dean unhooked his legs from around Sam’s waist and braced himself against the bed while Cas lubed Sam. As Cas lined himself up, he put his arm around Sam’s waist, and Dean pulled him down into a kiss. Sam stilled his hips when he felt the intense pressure as Cas pushed inside. It was always overwhelming being surrounded the way he was. Dean clenched his ass as he waited for Sam to start moving again, which caused Sam to clench, too, and Cas, in turn, to moan into Sam’s back.

Once Cas was fully sheathed, Sam rocked his hips forward into Dean, who nibbled on Sam’s bottom lip. When Sam rocked back into Cas, they all moaned again. Sam was solidly between the two people who meant the most to him in the world. This was bliss. Cas’s wings spread out to either side of them, putting them in a cocoon of iridescent black feathers. Sam felt safe and wanted and loved. 

They rocked together in a shallow, slow rhythm until Sam was ready to do more, to feel more. Sam grabbed hold of Cas’s wings to pull himself upright. Cas sat up with him and took his cue to pick up his pace. As he slammed his hips into Sam, Sam slammed into Dean. Cas fucked them both for what felt like hours. It was too easy for them all to move with each other. They were a finely tuned machine, hardly having to communicate with words as they thrust and moved with one another. 

Fingers laced through Cas’s wings and Dean’s hands on his waist, Sam let himself go with pleasure. It wasn’t often that he released control and allowed himself to just be. In the safety of Dean and Cas’s arms and wings, Sam felt secure enough to stop trying to perform and analyze everything and just let himself feel everything happening to him. Dean’s fingers tightening around his waist, Cas’s arm around his waist, their fingers playing against each other’s, Cas’s feathers fluctuating under his hands, every feeling was heightened and accentuated with need and trust. 

Sam and Dean were incoherent and sweaty by the time Dean finally came, shooting spurts all over his and Sam’s stomachs. As he came, he squeezed around Sam; Cas fanned his wings out, gripped Sam tight around his middle, and bit into the crook of his neck. With all the added stimuli, Sam reached the edge of ecstasy and came with a shout. Through the slits of his eyelids, Sam watched Dean reach for his hands and lace their fingers together. As soon as their hands touched, a blue glow lit the room, and Sam felt Cas’s hips falter as he came, warmth spreading through him as he did so. 

Cas turned Sam’s face so they could kiss as he rolled his hips a few more times, then pulled out and backed away from them. Sam did the same, leaning over to kiss Dean as he pulled out, then he lay down beside him while Cas lay down on his other side. Cas’s top wing came around and rested over them. Sam mindlessly ran his fingers through the primary feathers at his side and ran the fingers of his other hand through Dean’s hair. Cas was also stroking through Dean’s hair, and Dean hummed in contentment. 

With a snap of Cas’s fingers, they were all clean—fucking an angel had its perks, other than unlimited stamina—then they dozed for a little while, enjoying their post-coital haze and each other’s closeness.

“I would like to try something,” Cas said.

“Okay, shoot,” Dean told him, stretching out like a cat. 

Cas stood up beside the bed and cleared his throat. His eyes glowed blue for a moment, then Dean gasped. 

“Oh,” Dean said as he moved to the edge of the bed and stuck his hands out to run them along Cas’s marginal coverts. 

Cas’s feathers shifted at the touch, and Sam watched as Dean felt his way along the strong line of Cas’s wings for the first time. Cas closed his eyes and breathed in while Dean worshiped his wings, running his fingers along almost every feather. 

Cas chuckled when Dean rubbed at his alula, and Sam got up to join Dean in exploring Cas’s wings. Sam, of course, had been able to see them ever since he’d gotten his soul back from the cage, but he’d never really allowed himself to explore them like Dean was. Dean was on his left wing, so Sam went to his right wing and started straightening out his feathers that had gone crooked or were not laying flat. Cas hummed and leaned his head back while they groomed him. 

When all of his feathers sat straight and Cas was almost asleep, Sam and Dean kissed him on the corners of his lips. 

“Who wants to finish a movie with me?” Dean asked, his eyes closed and his head leaning on Cas’s shoulder. 

“I will,” Sam and Cas both said in unison. 

Once they dressed in their comfy sleep clothes, they went back to the den to finish watching Die Hard. Sam forwent his book in favor of snuggling on the couch and sipping more eggnog. Cas sat between the brothers, arms draped over their shoulders and wings spread wide around in a protective hug. Sam nuzzled into Cas and stroked the primary feathers that draped over his shoulder while Dean leaned into his other side. 

As far as Christmas traditions go, Sam was sure even Dean could get behind this one.

#wincestiel #cleighwrites #spnfanficpond #christmas exchange

[ospraey]

💙  slow burn / hiiiiie

꒰ა @charlatann. relationship wishlist meme. status : accepting.

HIIII ♡ okay, you’re so right, actually, because like? any romantic ship with mav is bound to be a slow burn but it’s especially good with these two. the slow progression from circumstantial allies to trusted friends to eventual lovers is so tasty and i want to explore so many things with them. i think they are going to be SO sweet and special. imagine those early stages ... getting to know each other between adventures, stolen glances, late-night conversations ... oughghgh. kicking my feet twirling my hair giggling etc. i love them sm already.

#charlatann #꒰ა answered. #꒰ა ooc.

[steelbvtterfly]

Greetings mobile-bound friends and compatriots! Thank you for stopping in, here’s what you need to know (this list is abridged from the main pages for brevity’s sake).

Rules

1. No smut. Fade to black will be employed as needed, but I expect that to be rare.

2. I will never ever make you write something you aren’t comfortable with. If there’s something you want me to stay away from in threads, let me know and I will. If a thread is angling towards something that makes you uncomfortable, let me know and I can change it. If I even just write a reply and you don’t know what to do with it, let me know and we can work it out!

3. This is a multiverse blog! All threads happening in a given verse have the same verse tag but all ships are happening in separate versions of each verse unless discussed beforehand. Aeira also may not necessarily live in the same place in all versions of a given verse.

4. Mild ‘godmodding’ is permissible as long as you aren’t speaking for my muse or filling in her thoughts - if you aren’t sure, just ask!

5. All of my icons are found in various places and edited for hair color when needed by me.

Mun Info

Hi! I’m Tass, 30s, she/they, and I’m in the Central time zone in the US. I’ve been RPing since 2010, on various platforms. I’m terrible at picking icons. I love new friends so feel free to come say hello!

Muse Info

Aeira was born on April 15th in California, her parents’ first child. As such, there was a certain amount of pressure placed on her to be the Good Daughter, especially after her sister came along and she had someone to Set the Example for.

As she grew up, she found that her inclination wasn’t to follow in the footsteps of her mother down a path of softness and alternative medicine. Instead, she found herself drawn to the city, and to the rush of fighting. As you might imagine, this didn’t go over so well with her mother

In main verse, she is 23 years old, cis female, straight-ish, and single (by choice but not necessarily by desire).

side note: aeira is 'mostly fandomless', but takes a brief dip into the world of Old Gods of Appalachia when she's about 18.

Writing Resources

important ooc posts open starters memes plot wishlist desires tag (includes wanted opposite FCs) writing tag (just threads!)

Verse Info                

Main:    {&silent screams and wildest dreams}

Aeira lives in a relatively small town, in a house that doubles as her practice for the alternative folk medicine that she learned from her mother at a young age. After trekking from one side of the country to the other mostly on foot (and all that came with it) she finally settled down on the east coast. She will help anyone who comes to her, whether that’s with her strength or her softness, and her home is always a safe place to rest.

Travel:    {&miserable and magical}

This verse covers the time from when Aeira runs away at 16 until she reaches the east coast of the US when she's almost 18. Interactions can take place at any point in her travels, both before and after the biggest event that had the greatest impact on her (but you'll learn more about that in threads) and can be of any number of different sorts! She meets all kinds of people in her travels, so there's room for just about anyone.

Uni:    {&americana exotica}

In this verse, Aeira didn't run away at 16, instead finishing her schooling and going on to become a kinesiology major at a college on the east coast (literally the opposite end of the country from where she'd grown up) with intention of applying it in some kind of physical therapy career down the road. Thread can fall at any point in her time at school, and all forms of connections to her are welcomed!

The Old Guard / Immortality:    {&wolves in the shadows}

In this verse, Aeira is an immortal in the style of The Old Guard (because I'm trash and I can't help myself). She dies in the midst of the trauma she endures in the Rocky Mountains during her travels, but comes back. Whether she finds more people like her or just has to learn to cope with potentially being mostly alone for the rest of eternity depends on how interactions play out. The possibilities are endless.

Grisha:    {&what trouble might you make ~ ravka}

Aeira’s basic Grisha plotline, wherein after a childhood spent moving around quite a lot, Aeira runs away from home as a teenager, ultimately finding herself in Ketterdam and then, with some outside help, in Ravka. Crossing the fold doesn’t exactly… go to plan. She survives, but only just, and bears the scars of the endeavor afterwards.

    {&even songbirds must be survivors ~ privateer}

After escaping experimentation in Shu Han, Aeira does whatever it takes to get out of reach. Whether by skill or by luck, she got far away from there, far enough that she didn’t stop for any real length of time until she’d made it to Ketterdam. The urge to run, the need to get away, hadn’t yet faded, and so she attempted to stow away on a ship there… Attempted being the operative word. Ultimately she managed to land herself at least a short term place on the Volkvolny, which later became far less short term.

     {&brave and clever and strong ~ ketterdam}

Ostensibly Aeira’s in Ketterdam this time for the university, but anyone who knows her will tell you she can’t keep herself out of trouble that long. This is the only verse where she has the room to press the boundaries of what her Grisha abilities - technically a Durast, she quickly bleeds into Alkemi, then figures out tailoring after that, and once she’s gotten that far, little to nothing can stop her from testing the limits even further.

Faerie:    {&shimmering beautiful}

In this verse, Aeira is a changeling child, glamoured to look human, a replacement in exchange for a human baby. For most of her life, she has no idea what she really is. As a teenager, she learns the truth and ventures back into the world she was born into to find the girl whose place she took, bringing her back to the family she was meant to be with all along. And since she's never fit in around them, Aeira sees no reason to stay after doing so - she goes back to learn as much as she can about what she really is. By present day, she's learned enough that she's comfortable coming and going, visiting the human world as often as she can.

Mer:    {&in the shallows}

In this verse, Aeira is a mer, but she’s not part of a pod. At one time, this wasn’t the case, but after a series of events chipped away at the family, the numbers dwindled until Aeira was the last one left. Rather than seek out a new pod to join, she’s opted to stay on her own, exploring wherever she likes. Key points about the mers in my mythos: mers have a lot of impact on the weather of the coastal areas, especially those who are the leaders of pods; mers can change into something resembling a human if they are outside of contact with water, but the process isn’t pleasant; physical touch is a big deal for mers. 

And I think that about covers it! Thanks for coming to my TED talk  read this info, I really appreciate it! Hope to see you around!

#{first things first I'm the weirdest ~ ooc} #mobile info

[troublesomemix]

here within is a list of::: || PLOTS && WANTED OPPOSITES ** IN LIST FORMAT IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER ** || female opposites

** kim go-eun // yvonne strahovski // madison bailey // kim yong-ji // greta onieogou // ana de armas // jung eun-chae // alanna masterson // florence pugh // tati gabrielle // willa holland // gina carano // charithra chandran // katherine langford // tiffany boone // zazie beetz // lucy boynton // simone ashley // natalie morales // renée mittelstaedt // rose leslie // kim ji-soo // samara weaving //  victoria pedretti // eiza gonzález // rachael taylor // 

male opposites

** chris evans // pedro pascal // henry cavill // john krasinski // andrew lincoln // sebastian stan // robert pattinson // micheal b jordan // jared padelecki // cillian murphy // chris pine // jeffery dean morgan // kofi siriboe // alexander ludwig // daniel kaluuya // dan stevens // ewan mcgregor // andrew garfield // luke evans // jeremy pope // jensen ackles // hayden christensen // benedict cumberbatch // dev patel // karl urban // daveed diggs // ben barnes // woo du-hwan // taron egerton // tom hiddleston // clive standen // oliver jackson-cohen // john boyega // nikolaj coster-waldau //

fc ships i will always be down for unashamedly (( my muse vs yours format ))

** hailee steinfeld x florence pugh !!! ** lee min-ho x kim go-eun !!! ** aimee carrero x pedro pascal !!! ** ben barnes x jessie mei li !!! ** abigail cowen x john krasinski !!! ** emma watson x benedict cumberbatch !!! ** hailee steinfeld x henry cavill !!!

some plot ideas :

** S T A R W A R S ** period plots !!!  ** domestic plots **  anything even remotely in the way of fantasy, such as game of thrones, pirates of the carribean, snowpiercer, lord of the rings, and so on~ !!! ** college plots ** ANGST. FREAKING. ANGST.  **  zombies?? please?? **  your typical stereotypical plot with mafia. good person x mafia person. pleaseee. ** MASQUERADE BALLS

#open starter #just some ideas yall #it will possibly be added to overtime too~ #{ { wishlist;; an imagination knows no bounds } }

[han-shinsuke]

Lately, I noticed some changes in Nishinoya's behaviour towards my brother's friends. He seemed to discern whatsoever I can't figure out myself by just looking at them. Those kids, well, they weren't kids anymore to begin with, are like siblings to me. Basically watched them grow and had good times with them.

"What?!" as long as I can, I will keep my cool even though the mist on the corner of my eyes are already on the edge, "undress." Yuu repeated, forcing me to back away againsts the cold wall of the bathroom. He came unannounced in the training hub and dragged me back home. Luckily, my parents and brother are not around, so there would be no witness. My man had broken his own phone by smashing it in the garage.

"Your room fucking smell like them especially that San Catalina dude! He has his scent all over you." To my dismay, Noya spat and slammed his built against my small ones. Constantly squeezing my body with his fury.

Jealousy has taken over. He was blinded by it and I couldn't do anything to calm him unless, I wear the dress he bought and completely obliged to everything he would have to say.

"I told you, Yuu! They used my room for their final defense and there's nothing amiss with giving them congratulatory hugs!" I pushed him with my hands and he responded by blasting the shower on, drowning our bodies with heavy splashes. "don't make me tell you twice, Rei. You wouldn't like it." He wrecked my clothes from the outer down to the inner pieces, murmuring words meant for hell.

"Fuck. Fuck. You stinks of his scent. I swear I will fucking cut his throat for leaving his stench on my property!" I chose not to speak or drop a comeback or we will both burn each other with our fire. Nishinoya operated me like a doll and washed me thoroughly until the scent that pissed him go away.

"You fucking wear the lilac dress, Rei. I want your legs spread for me when I join you on the bed." I was pushed out of the shower and I just sighed. He's taking a bath and I need to prep myself for him. I blower dry my hair, put on his favorite perfume and wear the damn thin dress that would make his rage diminish.

I sat on my bed and sighed again. The last time I had sex with him was almost a month ago. I remembered joking him to find someone he could get laid on but he bantered expertly and had me sobbing due to his rough movements at his apartment. Damn. Yuu is devilishly good in bed.

"Hmm... pretty," Yuu commented as he walks towards my spot. He was wearing a greyish robe when he situated beside me. "I want you to ride a goddamn pillow for me, Rei. You can do it. I know you can." 

Never imagined Yuu has this kind of fantasy in him. I have been a good girl for him and I have always do whatever he pleases to quench his thirst for sex. There were times when he urged me to watch an adult film with him and then, at the middle of it, he would attack and destroy me really bad. Nishinoya Yuu is an agressive one.

"Y-Yuu... I-I can't." And I'm really scared and it's kinda embarrassing to have a man watch me hump a pillow. 

"Ssshh..." He shushed me with his lips and bit and tugged my red ones between his teeth, "obey me, babe or I will find San Catalina and kill him for real."

The terror and bloodlust portrayed on his face are telling me that I should follow and calamity would be avoided. To be the cause of someone's death was never in my wishlist. Fidgeting, I climbed on the bed and kneel in the middle. Noya, handed me a pillow and sat on the foot of the bed, smirking.

“Part your knees, Rei.” The room temperature increased and so my heartbeats. The pillow was shoved between my thighs and it’s not only my knees that gone separated. My mouth honed an ‘O’ when my cunt came in contact with the edge of the pillow that surprisingly has vibrator inside, “alexa, full speed.” Nishinoya smirked as I trembled. A smart sex toy!

“Aah, gosh!” my hands couldn’t find where to hold or who to hold and that made me, even though it is embarrassing, I ended up gripping my left thigh and right bosom as I rode with the toy’s rhythm, “gosh~ so fast, Yuu aah!” Lust. That’s what he can see in my eyes. Lust and thirst and excitement. Sex is scary. It could turn someone into a complete different person when fed with pleasures and desires.

My eyes were closed but my hands were hard and tight. I gripped the soft flesh and gave little attention to the small pear on the centre, “you are so fucking hot, babe~” I opened my eyes and met his beaming orbs. Nishinoya pointed a finger on the wall and I couldn’t agree more. There’s a full length mirror appended on it. I saw and watched myself in delight. I looked hot while bouncing my cunt and ass against the vibrating pillow and to make the fire go wild, I let go of my breast and let it bounce with the waves that my body is creating.

I was closed but the toy suddenly put on a halt. I sighed and pouted my lips. He removed the pillow between my thighs and thrown it somewhere in my room. Nishinoya discased himself and set down on the bed. His erection was as proud as him. It really looks hard and fat and I couldn’t help but wish to ride it as soon as possible. But the man had other plans in mind. He asked me to sit on his face and I did, “ooohhh~ hold on, Yuu aaahh~ don’t lick me so quick shit.” It was just his tongue that poked my clit but I’m already quivering and humping my core against his warm mouth.

“Cum in my mouth, babe and let me do the work in juicing you dry,” the time he have given wasn’t that enough to grasp the situation fully. He inserted his long tongue into my cunt and swirled and flicked the sensitive muscles that lies in there, stroking the part that had me desperately gasping for air as I squirt in his mouth and filled it with my orgasm. Knowing him, it will take exactly twenty minutes to put Yuu on his high but when it was me, that won’t take long because I don’t have control over it.

“Shit, Yuu~ it feels good~” down on the land, I still hump my cunt against his mouth and he didn’t mind. Instead, he wet my folds and everything in it with his saliva. Licked my labia and sucked the clitoral hood to help me pick up on the another level of heat we were bound to cross.

Nishinoya moaned between his dirty motions and I interpreted it as a ‘go’ to hump and bounce further. Reaching for his hot palms, I put those on my bouncing breast and he grabbed them with needs as he ate and slurped my essence in silence.

The times I moaned and gasped his name couldn’t be measured through counting numerically. It doesn’t matter at this hour and at this fiery moment. He had a grin on his lips when he stopped. I stood on my feet and offered him a hand. Nishinoya eyed me proudly as he watches the juice drips down my thighs down to my ankles. I received a spank from him and I yelped from the sharp pain.

“Spread your legs for me, good girl,” I was put atop of my working desk and he rolled the hem of the lilac dress above my chest and squeezed my other sensitivity with force. I bit the inside of my tongue and wailed in my mind.

“Aahhh goshh~ what the fuck, Yuu!” he spat thrice on my folds and drenched my entrance with it and I have to admit that for a second, I thought it would be a help me accommodate his size but I was wrong. He grown an inch and probably, it gotten fat also or it’s just me loosing the familiarity of his possession. My head bent backwards and the veins on my neck became visible when he goes all the way down to my cervix, bruising it with his thick and hard cap, “Yuuu hhnnggg~” I sobbed at first and then cried afterwards while struggling to push him through his toned abdomen.

But he grabbed my both hands and pinned them above my head while his other hand gripped my neck.

“Yuu... pleaseee aahnnggg~” I was tight and he’s huge and he’s half-choking, half-caressing my neck as he pulls slowly but push harder and deeper.

He seemed to lack of sympathy so he just chuckled over the pain I was feeling by having his length inside me.

“Please, drill deeper and faster? You don’t have to ask, babe~ I always go deeper and faster and harder to make a point and instill the fact that you’re fucking mine alone.” Another hard thrust entered my core and I let out a long wail of pleasure and pain. My legs were trembling really hard with each rough drill and Yuu just laughed it over. Resuming his merciless waves against my hips and there, I realised, I had no choice but to moan, cry and gasp his name. With those, he would reach his peak and I will get a break.

The shaking and moaning didn’t stop even after he reached his orgasm. He unloads his semen and injects his head deeper against my cervix. The first round ended with me crying and shaking and pushing him off.

“Yu–Yuu, pl–please pull out...” and he didn’t. He goes vastly in depth of the place he loves to ruin, “no way.” He says, smirking.

#love #haikyu #haikyuu #smut #imagines #imagine #anime #fluff #nishinoya x y/n #hq nishinoya #dirty imagines #nishinoya x you #nishinoya dom

[putoboiplays]

SIMS 4 WISHLIST, THOUGHTS AND WHAT NOT...

Since a new pack and what not could be arriving soon... I just have a few thoughts on what I would like to see or wish that could happen for the future...

MAPS (INSPIRED BY)

SINGAPORE

I would like to see maps/locations inspired by Singapore (one of the best places to visit, google pics to see what i mean) everything about it is traditional and modern. However, its basically (if it ever comes to the game) a San Myshuno 2.0. Think of one section is all housing (real estate is crazy expensive there), the other section is all apartments, each floor is more upgraded than the next until you reached a penthouse. Festivals play a part and are missing for the most part. I didnt know there were events that can be held in Sulani. Imagine Jazz festivals or introduce more events inspired by Indian, Malay, Chinese holidays.

ITALY OR GREECE

Aesthetically, Italy is stunning. To put more focus its islands and what not. Imagine living on a large coastal mountain island. Every house is colored and land is small so it focuses on minimal living or vacation spots and another part is more of a winery villa or mansion inspired. Since this is an Italian inspired map, I would like a Wine, cheese making or a luxury goods (shoes and bags) activity or career focused on it and maybe the astronomer or historian career can be introduced. Since its near bodies of water, beaches are included and sight seeing locations.

CHROMATICA (HEAR ME OUT)

I'm a Monster/ Gaga stan. I believe a Futuristic map is bound to happen and I don't want it to look like the one in former Sims games. But imagine a Chromatica inspired world. The fashion isnt the usual clean white or cool colored clothes but more dystopian vaporwave punk/club kid or even a modern traditional type clothing. I mean they did a Katy Perry pack back then and it was the Teenage Dream Era. This could be a time they introduce cyborg hybrids as an occult. More outlandish furniture/build items. Maps for this place would be a section of a desert area that gives a vibe of Stupid Love & 911 M/V, a city area ala Rain on Me M/V, with Sixam lighting. Who know's this could be a rabbit hole/ secret map type map?

PACKS

As of the Sims 4, I want a sports/hobbies related pack, I want my Sims to play Tennis, Volleyball or even boxing with another Sim. Making toys, remember that? Also, something that always bothers me, the wedding system. I swear to God, the guests are stupid. Only mods can make them stay still.

Also, a lot of people believe that werewolves are coming and maybe fairies. I'm ok with that but I'm on the fence on getting Vampires pack so I won't hold my breathe for Werewolves unless it has a feature/ maps that I like. Like I said prior, I'd like a Cyborg human hybrid type of occult sims. Not a robot and whatever. Anything new would be something good for me not like that Star Wars pack. Can a royalty Sim be something? idk. hehehehe.

Careers. I'd like them to bring back from careers of the past, X-TREME career, Slacker, Circus, Law, Adventurer, Counter culture, Dance, architecture, private investigator and I don't mind if some of it becomes a freelance career.

I guess that's what I've been thinking for a while. That's just some things that I like.

#sims 4 #sims 4 ideas #thinking out loud

[rcpacity]

dirty lore ⁞ @maljefe​​​​​ ⁞ always open !

D, Z ( Joon ), Q ( Koga ), H, O ( Desoto ), A, C ( Eun )

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)

joon is perhaps 96% a top and will only ever allow another partner to dominate hip.  despite what the science says that an alpha is purely a dom isn’t always quite right.  just because he allows another to take things under control doesn’t mean he is weak nor anything of the sort.  an alpha knows where respect lies.  joon is pretty well experienced on both sides of the spectrum and while he’s keen on topping for the most part he also has the other too.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

neck  ,  pecs  ,  behind the knees  ,  ankles  ,  the bit between scrotum and leg

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

there was a time where koga had shattered the windows of a car while he was going through a rather long and extremely almost painful orgasm.  that might be pretty loud.  quiet is difficult for him to stay when he’s enjoying himself too much and it causes him to bite his partner rather roughly if he needs to keep quiet.  he enjoys loud partners as he knows what the other is enjoying but also really loves a silent one too as they just whimper into a gooey mess.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

yes all over the scale.  if he sees a partner that he knows will bend under his touch and sees they get off on it ?  damn right he’ll abuse that.  desoto knows no bounds when he opens his mouth while he’s being serviced or tearing up the sheets.

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

yes.  yes.  backyard of a house that belonged to a partner’s parents.  he’ll do anywhere too.

A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

imagination tends be be his leaning but when he’s jerking it he uses fantasies of past experiences or those he has on his wishlist.  a bit of hell’s magic can ease away the tension too if he really feels like getting into it.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

kind of a turn on but he wouldn’t seek it out intentionally.  eun doesn’t cry neither unless he just sneezed or really feeling that build up of pleasure and just lets go completely.

#maljefe #// good lord ny'all wanna know about them all? #❛ ✧ ┊ ⊰ headcanons ⊱ #❛ ✧ ┊ ⊰ in-chara answered. ⊱ #lemon /

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Season 5 Wishlist: Moment #7

The locked room remains my favorite confrontation/secondary reveal, but I have a new idea for a reconciliation.

The Body Swap.

Imagine it: Lena doesn't believe Kara when she says the secret was to keep her safe from Supergirl's enemies. And she might have some choice words to say about Kara playing god, picking and choosing who's allowed to know, must be nice being adored and worshipped, huh?

The swap happens, and there's the characteristic changes-- Kara's a little quieter, Lena's a little more impulsive-- but Lena learns the limitations and dangers of her new body fairly quickly. J'onn offered to cover as Supergirl for a while, but when a crisis happens nearby Lena leaps into action.

Helping people comes naturally, after all.

Meanwhile Kara is slowly realizing what it means to be Lena Luthor. She thought being Supergirl was hard? She can barely steal a moment to herself, with wall to wall meetings and investors clamoring for her attention every second of every day and how the hell did Lena spare so much time for their lunch dates?

But the real kicker comes when Lena's head of security comes to give her an update on the death threats.

"Excuse me?" Kara blinks, stunned.

"We're monitoring half a dozen new threats, but our biggest concern is this guy-- he sent another batch of photos."

And Kara is just flabbergasted. Apparently this guy has been escalating for months, and Lena had never even hinted. She has some choice words for Lena later that night when they meet up to trade homework.

"Why didn't you tell me??" she demands.

"Because I wasn't sure if you were really my friend or not," Lena replies coolly. "And besides, it's not exactly new."

Kara leaves frustrated that night, and triple checks her doors and windows before she sleeps.

Then Lena finally has her first bad day as Supergirl. There's a big catastrophe, and she can't save everyone. She has to choose who to save, and then she'd standing in a sea of chaos, senses overwhelmed by the voices clamoring for Supergirl to save them.

She manages to keep it together until the emergency teams arrive, and then she bolts, zipping back to Kara's apartment. Kara finds her there, having seen the news (and gotten a text off Alex).

And Lena doesn't know how Kara does it. She never assumed it would be easy, doing what Supergirl does, but she assumed the abilities would outweigh the costs. But she never realized what those costs were-- or how much the human costs would weigh on her.

More than that, she's learned how to control Supergirls strength, but doing so means barely touching anything she comes into contact with, not to touch anything if she can help it.

It means being a ghost in the world she tasked with saving.

"How do you connect with anything??"

Kara smiles at her softly, grasping Lena's hand tightly. "I rely on my friends."

A few days later, Lena's stalker makes his move. Kara almost feels bad for the guy-- until she realizes that she's human and he has a tranquilizer dart.

She wakes up in an unknown location, bound and helpless. She doesn't even have an emergency beacon like James, because she never gave Lena one. Someone might notice she's missing, like an assistant or a missed meeting, but... that'll take hours. Maybe days.

And in that moment she realizes how alone Lena truly feels.

Luckily, Lena had been expecting to see her, and goes looking when Kara doesn't show. Alex guides her through listening, sifting through the aural input until she can focus on what she wants to hear.

Lena basically ctl-F's her own name and blammo-- she hears a strange man extolling her virtues and his imagined life for them. Bingo.

She saves Kara and Kara hugs her desperately. She hasn't been that scared since she first solar-flared. She'd thought she was going to die.

"You live with this danger every day..."

Lena shrugs under her cape. "So you can imagine how knowing my best friend is a superhero might have been more of benefit than a risk."

"I didn't-- I never realized. I'm sorry, Lena."

"So am I."

It's not long after that they find a way to reverse the effects. They are both very glad to be back in their own bodies, and eager to go their own ways.

"Brunch on Saturday?" Lena asks casually as she packs up her overnight kit at the DEO.

Kara blinks in surprise. Then she softens into a grin of relief.

"Definitely."

Lena offers her the first genuine smile in a long time.

"See you then, Supergirl."

#season 5 wishlist #body swap #do it you cowards #its clearly the only way #in each others shoes #supercorp

[edwardjamescoplin]

Plot Wishlist

This is an old list of plots I wanted to do but never got around to. I’ve described them in m/f, f/f pairings but am open to nonbinary characters as well! 

Disclaimer: I personally have never written a nonbinary character and don’t want to disrespect anyone without properly researching when doing so, but will be more than happy if you’d prefer to play one! 

If you’re up for playing one of them out, simply send me a message or like this and I’ll come to you! I’m more than excited to write with you!

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A plot with a woodworker -  maybe a lady was sent to look over this guy because he was running the business himself and he has a business deal with a company where he isn’t meeting deadlines. They send her in to push him to complete the agreed upon orders and she discovers he’s not doing too well mentally/emotionally. She has to straighten him out and in order to keep the deal going he has to obey her. This of course leads to silly arguments and they don’t get on well. He feels that she ruins all the fun because she walks in when he’s goofing off with friends and picks fights with him, so he blames her for his inability to finish the job. This could turn romantic or just be a petty partnership of showing each other up. 

Subject A started having seizures a month ago. Doctors have not given A any type of diagnosis and A is having to adjust to life rapidly changing. A can no longer attend school due to being a distraction as well as not being able to make it throughout a class without being in pain, feeling left out because he/she is not at the same place as the rest of his/her peers with classwork, and of course the seizures are ‘distracting’. Over the span of a month the entire school has blocked A out, slowly halting with newsletters to events and games, rallies, etc. Subject B has had seizures for over two years and has been out of school for a year. He/she was never given a diagnosis and still continues to go to doctors in hopes of finding out something new. A and B meet in the waiting room at one of their therapist appointments, not knowing the other shares a similar experience. They are just two normal people. They talk and bond over common interests but neither tells the other of the crippling effects of their seizures. A and B split and go to their sessions and then leave noting to swap numbers. Over the next six months they trade texts, emails, late night half asleep phone calls, and weekly meet ups at their therapy appointments. The can share their favorite books and movies, old games, etc.. They tell their parents about each other and their parents stay in contact with the belief this connection is healthy for the two of them. A and B have to plan ahead for anything they want to do outside of their appointments. They go to the mall, spend time at each others place, and of course they both find out about the others condition. They don’t use that to bond though. They focus on who they were before the seizure started and who they are now. They try to make the best of things through health scares. Both A and B spend endless amounts of time molding their friendship and doing the things they feel comfortable doing. They don’t push each other, but they kind of protect each other and offer an understanding.                                                     This is just a rough draft idea. I definitely want to develop this more and figure out the exact details of doing it. This is somewhat of a personal experience and I like the idea of normalizing different health conditions. 

Two girls that are best friends and they don’t necessarily click in the way that they wanna fuck and shove each other into doors trying to get the other out of their clothes, it’s more of a co-dependency relationship/friendship. They aren’t dating, but they both get jealous when the other is in a relationship with somebody else. They’re both popular in school/their own crowds (college based), and maybe one of them is head cheerleader for the college/university and the other is a huge science nerd. But they grew up together and they’d never let the differences between cliques come between their friendship. At least they try not to. I want there to be late nights where one is running over to the others house/dorm, even though they should be sleeping, because she needs somebody to hold her while she sleeps. And I want there to be fights and melodramatic little quips. Maybe the nerdy one has a bigger mouth than the cheerleader. I want there to be screwed up make out sessions and then they just pretend like it never happened. It’s nothing more than a friendship. They do everything together. One of them is focused on moral rights and the other is focused on just having a good time, but they have long talks and lose sleep trying to put the pieces together in life and they make dumb plans and just everything is focused on them and growing and learning and finding out who they are and what their friendship really is. I want the craziness of it all. {this plot would most likely include smut, so please 18+ only}

A girl is a serial killer and her parents put her into a mental institute, and the workers at said place are really violent/cruel. They torture her physically and use electric shock/other methods to try and fix her and stuff. Pretty much they do it so much that she’s mentally trapped in a coma state. So, while in this coma, she dreams and makes up this whole other world. She meets a boy/girl and they get on well and basically it can either go in the direction of him/her being a serial killer and they’re killing people or she creates this whole world where they’re just normal people and she imagines him/her up. Another turn it could take, twist here, the boy/girl is actually a serial killer and the people at the institute tortured him/her and killed him/her several years back and now he’s/she’s in her dreams and it’s just really fucked up ok.

Two kids who grew up together and were very close/or maybe not even friends but they’ve met up ten years later and one is like rich and famous and the other runs a library and somehow in business deals they get paired together and have to travel to a place neither is familiar with. They work together to navigate through the entire thing and kind of get to know each other. They could like each other or hate each other, doesn’t matter.

two people, both from different religious views. They’re pushed together for some reason. one of them is really big into Christianity but the other is atheist and the religious one falls for the other and the entire time that person is pushing them away because they don’t believe in love or anything and this related to the song angel with a shot gun, give up religion for em all that jazz.

“I was once told I like people because I enjoy trying to fix them. I’ve learned, now, that there is no way to fix people, and you should not try to fill yourself in between the cracks of their uprooted scars. Upon being told this, I began to see things differently. I watched myself from the outside, captivated by the way I would fall in love with the trivial flaws and misconceptions in a person’s everyday life. I watched as they would walk across the street, dressed for work and bound for disaster at the swallowing of a coffee all too hot, and I would fall into a transitional relation with them. I found home between the curves of their words. They were like silk in my mind. I would find companionship in the alternate spirals of their every step. Their thoughts were like ink to me. I could write down every single one of them. Their tears were like drops of rain filled with the temptations of curiosity in the form of stories. Every single detail became an art piece for me.”                                                                        I wrote this a while back and I really want to create something off of it. Maybe like a m/f goes to the same cafe every day with his/her journal and they write stories about the people they see and like fall in love with people all the time just by watching them.

"Fingertips leave the soft tinted stain of your body against mine. They wrap in rafting waves over the hills of my spine."                                          I would also love to make a plot off of this little bit I wrote a while back.

two angels are paired together by god to walk the earth and do jobs, but then they get in trouble and lose the powers/advantages they had. They get trapped on this universal plane and have to work among mundanes to figure out how to get back to safety. (honestly this is similar to the show Lucifer now that I look back on it)

a cynical lawyer works for a psychotic model

a hunting trip turns into a fight for life with no connection to anyone outside of the woods

"you’re not supposed to look back, you’re supposed to keep going." Maybe something that isn’t necessarily dealing with running away but overcoming some sort of obstacle. I don’t know.

{f} is a dancer, always has been. She’s been in love with it since she was little. She’s never taken a class, just taught herself the choreography to dances. She choreographs her own moves and teaches a hip hop class down in town. {m} has been to dance school, worked all of his life to do whatever his mother wished upon him. He’s dealt with riches and galore, promised to marry a girl from his class, but recently decided to go in other directions. He dreads dancing, however, he’s been sent to teach one class recently. Since joining said class he’s met {f}, who has undeniably brought out the joy in his dance. She pushes him to go after the things he actually wants in life, so long he promises to remain as head in the one class at the studio they both work at. He doesn’t know what to do apart from follow what she says. Something about her makes him see the beauty in the things he hates.

“I would anger angels for you.” — SIX WORDS (2/3/14)                               a plot based off of this, or to use it as a quote for a character

#my plots #plots #plot #1x1 rp #1x1 #discord rp

[myupostsheadcanons]

Books “Read” in 2019

I am going to rank these by how much i enjoyed them vs. any actual literary quality. often well written books aren’t always the most entertaining books.

Note: i listen to many of these books at work, which is why i am able to go through so many of them in a year.

List from 2017 List from 2018

------- My Favs of the Year ----

Novels from The First Law:

Best Served Cold (#1), The Heroes(#3), Red Country(#4), Sharp Ends(#5).

A Little Hatred (#2) (Age of Madness, sequel to The First Law)

I read “The First Law Trilogy” about a year or two ago and finally got around to reading the rest of the books, just in time for a new series taking place in the same world to start up (Age of Madness) and now i am waiting like everybody else for the next two books to come out in 2020 and 2021. A Little Hatred shouldn’t be read as a stand alone, a lot of what goes on is dependent mainly on knowledge from the first trilogy and in The Heroes, then bits and pieces from Best Served Cold and Red Country. So much of your enjoyment of each book is based on what you’ve learned in other ones (character development or seemingly useless information being not so useless later).

Age of Legend (Book 4,  Legend of the First Empire)

This is more-or-less an “aftermath” book where the main characters are still reeling about what happened in the previous book and are trying to make plans for what they are going to do next. I still like the characters and the world/setting it takes place in.

House of Assassins (Saga of the Forgotten Warrior, Book 2)

I’ve been waiting for the next book in this series to come out the second i finished the first book in the series. It is one of those Science fiction in the disguise of Fantasy settings and I am on the edge of my seat waiting to see how that plot/revelation comes out (I am certain that the location the story takes place is Earth, more specifically around Asia/India, but in a post-invasion apocalypse setting where nobody remembers anything prior to the invasion). I also really like how much of a badass Ashok is... i have a thing for emotionally stunted badass characters, especially when their flaws are held up to a mirror and have real consequences.

R. R. Haywood’s Worldship Humility & Extinct (Extracted, Book 3)

I love the way Haywood writes characters and dialog. I was at-first iffy about WSH, but was won over after i warmed up to the new characters.

Shades of Magic Trilogy (A Darker Shade of Magic, A Gathering of Shadows, A Conjuring of Shadows)

Solid multi-verse and magic system world. Well-written characters, some minor nitpicks on plot points, but can be easily ignored. LGBTQ rep, the gays don’t stay buried.

“Don’t you have enough [knives]?” “You can never have too many.” [me, every time: LOL]

One of the few times when a character deserves a redemption arc, doesn’t really get one, dies, and i am perfectly fine with it because it is done well.

Assassin’s Fate (Fitz and the Fool, Book 3)

I read this one in book-book form, but i already knew most of the emotionally painful parts of the book by spoiling it to myself when it first came out a couple years ago. The main appeal is the inner monologues of the two main characters, even if like 50% of this trilogy is basically spending weeks/months trying to go from Point A to Point B, when many other books would have glossed over the details of travel.. but you can really feel the stress as they dwell in their thoughts and struggles.

Madeline Miller’s The Song of Achilles & Circe

Re-Imagining of the Iliad and The Odyssey. Focusing not on the characters of Achilles or Odysseus, but on Petroclus (Achilles’ lover) and Circe the sea nymph witch that Odysseus had an affair and child with.

The Spear of the Stars (Cycle of Galand, Book 5)

Still love Dante and Bleys... This is where they really get into the meat of world building and solving the mysteries of the Arawn Cycle (the book/bible) and peel back the layers of their reality.

Dust (Silo Book 3)

A great ending to a good series, it answers whether or not humanity can or has survived what had caused them to be locked away in the silos.

Blackthorn and Grim (Dreamer’s Pool, Tower of Thorns, Den of Wolves)

I like the premise of the books, the two main characters first seeking out revenge, but end up wanting to become better people due to magic shenanigans.... One part Fantasy, One Part Mystery, One Part Lovestory.

The Dispatcher (Audible Free Book) 

I want a whole series based off this novella. It is John Scalzi so he can write a good story. I had previously read Android’s Dream by him, which it didn’t make it into my top-10 that year, but was still decent, even if the subject matter was a bit gross... The Dispatcher world is a Sci-Fi Noir, not quite Cyberpunk, where people don’t die by anything other than natural causes. The Dispatcher’s job is to kill people before something goes does wrong and the person “resets” to when they where safe and sound.

---- this is the “Above Average” Zone ----

All the Pretty Horses & Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West

The master of bleak and depressing fiction. if regular Dark Fiction isn’t enough for you.... there is Cormac McCarthy books. Get use to the “purple prose” that fills up pages with no dialog.

The Golem and the Jinni

Supernatural world of the far past dealing with Edwardian New York and Immigration. It not only is a “fish out of water” story of the two main characters trying to fit in with society but they are among communities that are also new to America and trying to find their own place in the world. There are love subplots but most of those kind of fizzle out.

The Axe and the Throne: Bounds of Redemption Vol. 1.

“Discount First Law” book... it is lacking the dark humor that made TFL series far more entertaining.  This was also the book that was prefaced by warning people about how grim and dark the setting was... Hahahaha. I still found it entertaining none the less, and hope the rest would show up on audible soon.

Black Snow, White Crow (Audible Free Book) 

Another one of those short stories that should have a larger saga to its name. Fantasy Industrial Punk. It has the whole equality role reversal thing going on, it isn’t done quite as well as Left Hand of Darkness (but that book leaned onto the boring side of things).

Stephen King’s IT, Pet Semetary, and Carrie

It’s Stephen King. Classic King. Not much else to say.

Watership Down

Depressing Rabbit Book. Though I did like all the stories and mythology the rabbits had.

Bloody Acquisitions (Fred the Vampire Accountant, Book 3)

A series that is always fun to listen to. I wish the audio books were cheaper because they are rather short.

Lethal White (Cormoran Strike, Book 4)

shuddup, i don’t care if it is Rowling... i have a low-key crush on Cormoran.... he just hits that big-burly tragic-backstory man-shaped soft-spot of mine. These stories are also her “for adults” writings so...  expect more racism and garbage values.

The Eye of the World (Book 1, Wheel of Time)

Classic set up to a long running series, though i am reluctant to go further as the middling books in this series are said to drag out the story too much.... It’s not as self-centered as Wizard’s First Rule and the characters are more relatable and stick to their fantasy tropes. This is the “mold” that other modern fantasy try to subvert by going “darker and edgier.”

The Exorcist

If you like the movie, read the book. There is a lot of back story that the movie wasn’t able to adapt.

---- This is the “AVERAGE, but Still Good”  Zone ---

The Iliad and The Odyssey

Classics. I am still on the hunt for an unabridged version of Jason and the Argonauts story. I also have Virgil’s Aeneid in my wishlist to get too soon.

Phillipa Gregory’s Plantagonate Novels (The Lady of the Rivers, The Red Queen, White Queen, The Kingmaker’s Daughter)

Sometimes it is like reading the same book 5x in a row. other times you end up not liking the previous protagonist in a book you just finished reading because of how the current protagonist sees them from their POV.

Return of the King (Lord of the Rings, Book 3)

Read the other books last year and didn’t get around to this one for a few months.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Fuck... I’m a janitor... why can’t i afford a house?   If you liked Stephen King’s “IT” go back and read this book.

Alien Franchise Dramatizations: Alien: Sea of Sorrows, Alien: The Cold Forge (Audible Free Book) Alien III (Audible Free Book)

I don’t mind that they all are done with a full cast. Though often I end up wanting to find the actual book and listen to them with just one narrator and descriptions.

The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe (Narnia, Book 1)

I would like to get the rest of the books in this series, but for books that are only 5-7 hours long they want 20$ a book for them. It needs to go into an omnibus.

Stephen Fry’s Victorian Secrets (Audible Free Book)

It’s Stephen Fry... he’s funny and a good narrator.

Wizard’s First Rule (Book 1, Sword of Truth)

I don’t like Richard. He started off alright, but even before he got tortured 2/3rds into the book, i was starting to dislike his personality.  Other than that, the side characters and world are solid, but it was like taking an R-rated movie and cutting it down for TV. There is somethings that are vaguely described when i am use to harder fiction like ASoIaF, The First Law, Dresden, and McCarthy books actually describing those things.

Halloween (2018, movie novel)

Like I said when i first read the book, it would’ve benefited by a second re-write before being published. But, i like the movie and so I liked the book.

Don Quixote

Another classic read. I did find it hilarious that the Author spent a good chunk of the second book complaining about Fanfiction of his own book... in the 1600′s.

The Princess Diarist

I listened this book instead of going to see TROS. worth it.

Smoke Gets in Your eyes: And other Lessons from the Crematorium

Non-Fiction, If you want to know the ins and outs of the funeral business and get told in an informative yet non-clinical way with lots of tidbits and history facts tossed in as well as a semi-autobiographical account of the Author’s life.

--- These Books are “Alright” ---

Frank L. Baum’s Wizard of Oz books

I ligit got into an argument with a 70yo man in a comic book shop about how Canon the other Oz books were post Baum’s death. He was looking for Oz comic books and I brought up reading the first 14 books, and he’s like “There’s over 100 of them” and i was all “but all those are written by somebody else.” and he got all “they are still canon...” 

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

If you want to know about the In//cel ideology in a classic literary form, this fits the bill. So much man pain.

A Christmas Carol (Tim Curry) (Audible Free Book)

Tim Curry, guys.....

The Poetic Edda (Norse God Mythology)

I listened this book twice. I bought two Edda books thinking I’d get some extra content, but no... same book just different production teams and readers. Returned the one with the worst translation.

Treasure Island (Audible Free Book, dramatization)

I need to read the actual book sometime, but i did like the cast and thought they did a good job.

Wally Roux, Quantum Mechanic (Audible Free Book)

A YA coming of age story about diversity and acceptance... with wacky science fiction. 

Carmilla (Audible Free Book, dramatization)

The vampire before Dracula. Victorian Lesbian love story.

Even Tree Nymphs get the Blues (Audible Free Book)

A novella from one of those “love on the Bayou” romance series with supernatural creatures. Could practically take place in the same world of either True Blood, Dresden, or Fred the Vampire Accountant.

Mystwick School of Musicraft (Audible Free Book)

Harry Potter lite. For 10yo girls.

A Grown-up’s Guide to Dinosaurs (Audible Free Book)

I like dinosaurs.

Rivals! Frenemies Who Changed the World (Audible Free Book, Dramatization)

Interesting way on telling us about the Fossil Wars and Puma vs. Adidas.

True-Crime from Audible: Body of Proof (Audible Free Book),   Midnight Son (Audible Free Book), The Demon Next Door (Audible Free Book), Killer By Nature (Audible Free Book)

Why is True-Crime or YA fiction the only halfway-decent things Audible is giving us? But yeah, these are basically the type of reporting that the two journalists from Halloween were trying to do. Where they go around and gather up information about semi-famous cases and present it in a Podcast-like format.

---- Meh... ---

Camp Red Moon (Audible Free Book)

Would’ve been better if they were actually written by R. L. Stein.

More Bedtime Stories for Cynics (Audible Free Book)

No... half of these aren’t written very well.

The Darkwater Bride (Audible Free Book, Dramatization)

The setting is nice, but it is far too .... Soap Opera Dramatic.

Junk (Audible Free Book)

A cross between Alien Invasion and Zombie outbreak, read by John Waters and written as if it was a bad version of a Philip K. Dick Novel.

Rip Off!! (Audible Free Book)

Most of them are duds and boring. I don’t even remember half of them without having to look them up. The two that stood out the most for me where the “Other Darren/Bewitched” and the “Dark and Stormy Night” stories, the rest were rather garbled.

--- Garbage... ---

Dodge and Twist (Audible Free Book, Dramatization)

No, you are not being edgy or kool.

Unread:

Siege Tactics (Spells, Swords, & Stealth. Book 4)

Triumphant (Genesis Fleet, Book 3)

Earthsea (Tehanu and Tales from Earthsea, i am going to re-listen to the first three before i get to these)

Into the Wilds (Warriors, Book 1)

Pout Neuf (Audible Free Book)

House of Teeth (Audible Free Book)

Viva Durant and the Secret of the Silver Buttons (Audible Free Book)

The Other Boleyn Girl (Phillipa Gregory)

#the first law #legend of the first empire #saga of the forgotten warrior #realm of the elderlings #a darker shade of magic #the song of achilles #john scalzi #r. r. haywood #Cycle of Galand #blackthorn and grim #myu reads #long post

[thirteenthspirit]

Imagination Aperture (What Remains of Edith Finch)

I started (and finished) playing “What Remains of Edith Finch”, an indie PC storytelling game, last week. A friend (not to call him a tinder date) recommended it to me and I added it to my Steam wishlist. When there was a promotion available, I made sure to get it promptly.

So you play in first-person as this young woman, Edith. Edith decides to go back to her childhood house, after her last living relative’s death. The game is built around piecing together what happened to each member of her family, who hailed from Norway and believed to be afflicted by a terrible curse, throughout the several generations of the genealogical tree.

As you proceed through the house, from room to room, you basically live out each character’s last moments and find out how they died, ranging from great-grandma Edie’s moonlit walk over the shore, to baby Gregory’s accidental drowning in the bathtub.

It is a gorgeous game with a very powerful message, filled with a peculiar outlook of human nature and behavior – the ending itself is praised as well, for being both sad and somewhat positive.

But this isn’t a review. Although I recommend you to play it, I’m not writing this out of interest in the game itself – rather my connection with a specific section of it.

One of the last Finch family members to die is Edith’s older brother Lewis. Lewis is the only member to actively take his own life. He left the house (presumably) as a grown young man and started working for a canned fish factory. The job was incredibly tedious and his days were spent hauling fish from left to right, to chop off their heads, and dispatch them onto the next processing section – even for the player it’s tedious, as you simply move the mouse from left to right and then upwards. Rinse and repeat.

Lewis grew to become depressed. The weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders and with a (mostly) unoccupied head. He sought help and underwent therapy, before finding an escape – his imagination.

His days continued, but were spent from then on imagining, designing and creating stories and fantasies and grand-arching tales within his head. In there he wasn’t bound by anything – it was the only place in the world where he could truly be free. So he became more and more invested in his fantasy. He went on adventures, conquered kingdoms, eventually met a handsome prince (in my version of the story), created music and crafted a world, in which he is king.

Up to this point, we can all relate. Using our imagination to escape reality and the ‘mundaneness’ of our daily activities is something we all do.

But then things escalated, for Lewis. He let go of reality. Nothing else mattered, only the never-ending task of building his fantasy and continuing the dream. He didn’t eat and refused to leave work, even at his mother’s request – he simply didn’t care. He wasn’t there anymore, his soul had become part of his dreamworld. Eventually, he gives his body to the fantasy as well, and his life is ended.

The reason why this story resonated so much with me is because I can relate to it. Maybe as much as the next one, but growing up with mental illness, the worlds I crafted in my head were all I had. They were the only constant throughout my life. To this day, they still offer me more feeling and meaning than most *real* things. Which even beckons the question – which one is truly real? I know which one I prefer.

I’m scared I’ll end up like Lewis. I’m scared life will bore me or scare me away so much that I will escape forever into the dream and forfeit everything. I’m scared I’ll end up laying my head on the train tracks. And I don’t fully know how to manage the balance – when my fantasies are shattered, when I stop believing in them, my worst crises happen. It drags me down to the very bottom. So I don’t allow for them to shatter - I need them.

In my fantasies I have everything I could ever desire – adventures, thrills, joy, attention, pride, magic, despair, friends and loved ones, a boyfriend… And when things get dark (like this moment), my dreamscape is where I draw my strength from. So I can’t let it go.

So I believe in Lewis. I bought his story. I can see how his story could become mine. I’m seeking the same help he sought – I just pray that this world is enough for my mind to contend with.

                                                                Your ever-relating to fictional characters,

                                                                                                                   -João A.

#what remains of edith finch #Lewis Finch #Mental Health #lgbt #Daydreaming #Short story #Writing #Thinking #Dreaming #Steam #Fiction #Storytelling #video games #Emotional #Depression #Suicide

[indumasname]

FEH!Verse - Timeline of Events

(last update 08/04/2019)

As I place continuity very highly on the list of what I look for when writing, I've decided to make this post of events that have contributed to my Celica's character development and would be considered the main canon.

This timeline will detail a shortened summary of important threads that have occurred and have been well-documented either by myself or others whom I’ve interacted with; as such, links to these events will be provided more or less in chronological order. While some have already been threaded out, I am readily open to the option of revisiting the idea with another iteration of the muse involved; however, it would be considered a branch of the timeline and will be indicated as such. In the event that this branch continues to be its own thing, I'll consider making a separate post to detail it out in the same way I have here.

Because this timeline coincides with events that occur in the in-game main story*, you may also consider this a wishlist of sorts or a rough guideline of where you might want to write a thread with me. In fact, points that have been bolded are open ideas where potential threads may happen and I highly encourage you to privately discuss with me, whether through IM or Discord, on how to proceed; otherwise, just send an open ask regarding the aforementioned idea!

That said, if you're not caught up with at least Fire Emblem Heroes: Book 2 and don't wish to be spoiled, you probably shouldn't look past the cut. *The main story is defined as the lines of dialogue from the Main Story tab and from the Forging Bonds events that have occurred. I generally consider the Paralogues, Tempest Trials, and Grand/Bound/Legendary Hero Battles as non-canon depending on the storyline, but if you want to make sure, just message me!

Through the forced alliance with Múspell, Veronica summons Celica during Book 2, Chapter 5 in an effort to track down and kill Fjorm, the Summoner, and the Askr trio on the run in Nifl. Celica is defeated in the encounter; however, as those who are on the run find themselves with few allies, the Summoner decides to bind her to their command. Given her... unique state, adjusting to the castle life and its surroundings will almost always be an interesting encounter.

In her time on Zenith, she experiences odd dreams of being trapped in a strange mirror world where she believes herself to be a proper member of the Duma Faithful and meets vaguely familiar faces amid strangers. Through her time spent here, she eventually regains clarity of herself and her memories of Alm; however, the dreams come to an abrupt stop as the dream world is destroyed, and the events that occur in her time there become but a distant dream as it should be, and her clarity dissipates along with it.

The Alm whom she met in the dream world is summoned to Askr, though most of her memory regarding those events and her time before being turned into a witch remains forgotten. Despite the initial hostilities and an awkward moment or two, she begins to grow close to Alm once more and steadily regains some of those memories back... as well as discover a bit more of how Duma’s influence affects her. Though it seems the boy from the village remains a stronger anchor than even the Summoner, other Heroes who may be drawn to her might pique her interest as well, whether because of her current nature or because of knowing the girl she used to be.

... A strange pendant, reminiscent of the one she had given to Alm a long time ago, comes into Celica’s possession. She discovers it houses a terrible creature that often brings up the worst of her memories when worn, and decides to keep it hidden in her room.

Valentian New Year passes; as does Alm’s nameday. In the case of the latter, Celica decides to avoid interacting with him for the day as to not further trouble him.

The events of Book 3 begin to unfold. Unfortunately, this is also around the time that a maddened Duma pushes his influence onto Celica and the terrible thing bound to the pendant and coerces her to burn down much of the castle and its surroundings, particularly the gardens. Thankfully, this only seems to last for a day at most.

Celica tries to make amends for the aforementioned events by cleaning up or repairing what she can of what was destroyed. She handles it about as well as one might expect of her. Furthermore, the Summoner has suggested to some Heroes that she should be watched over in case it might happen again.

Celica’s nameday arrives. While she hadn’t remembered it, someone certainly did. She also seems to recall something from a dream that feels a little too real, but like much of her state as Duma’s puppet, it’s probably just a figment of her imagination, right?

In payment for a selfless act done quite some time ago, Reyson offers to sing a part of the Galdr of Rebirth to her in return. Somewhat miraculously, she feels a peace and clarity that she hasn’t felt in a long while. ... It probably won’t last long, though. Those normally uncomfortable with her rather negative aura or nature may find her a little more approachable than usual. (Thread in progress)

The Røkkr Sieges begin. While Celica is deployed to either face the Røkkr head-on or assist a squad in defeating one, the creature inhabiting the pendant she hid away escapes and, in sharing her emotional and mental state whilst on the battlefield, attacks a certain Hero who pushes his questions a little too hard. Those who were dispatched alongside her or were the ones being assisted might not find this a pretty sight to behold on either end... maybe the Summoner can check up on her.

During one of the instances Celica is sent to help a Røkkr squad retreat, the one she happens to cross swords with bears a terrifyingly familiar face. Though her efforts in aiding the squad are successful, the encounter leaves her deeply disturbed; enough that she seeks to isolate herself more than she usually does. Thankfully, someone other than the Summoner still looks out for her. However, those dispatched alongside her, or who witnessed the brief sortie in retreating, or even the Summoner might find it easier to talk to her once she pulls herself together. (Thread in progress)

Reyson approaches Celica after a somewhat distressing and rage-inducing event on his end. What it is she does not know, but she decides to return a previous favor and attempts to soothe him by humming a song from her still-hazy past. (Thread in progress)

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A particularly sorrow-inducing topic gives Celica and Reyson the opportunity to brood together. Seriously, THIS is how she’s managed to bond with someone?

In wishing to assist Alm, she lends a hand by acting as a bouncer for his and Reyson’s establishment, The Pirate Heron. ... It’s strangely successful.

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