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who-do-i-know-this-man · 1 year

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I made a mistake. Several actually. Several very severe mistakes. And this post isn't meant to make it all ok, I have accepted that many are rightfully mad at me, but I do hope that I can at least have some context to the mistakes I made and why I made them.

First let me say that I am privileged. That much is true. I am a white man in the american suburbs. I have the luxury of not only not being personally affected by many social issues but not even having to witness them. But I still want to be a good person. And part of that is learning about these social issues by talking and interacting with people online. But I'm still not perfect. I'm barely an adult and I have a lot of growing to do as a person. And hopefully with this in mind it will make some of the mistakes I will go over just a bit more understandable.

Back in mid march I made the submissions post for this blog, and did not expect to get as many as I did. I then spent a month taking as many submissions as I could and putting them in a list. All in all I ended up with over 2000 characters. From that alone it should be understandable why I couldn't research every one before releasing the bracket. I even ended up with many mistakes like incorrect labeling and duplicate characters.

However the first true mistake came later. I was making the poll posts themselves and I got to Lance. I knew I should have done something at the time but I didn't exactly know what. It was one poll and I was doing 16 polls per day minimum, but ideally double that so that I could have a backlog of posts. So I didn't spend as much time thinking about the issue as I should have and the conclusion I came to was that at the end of the day it was a fictional character, and if I properly content warning it it will be fine. Anyone who is sensitive to that imagery can block it. This is largely where my ignorance came in. While it may sound improbable to those who do know more I promise you I genuinely thought that I was doing no harm. And while I won't lie and say I am now a master in the topic now I do have a better understanding of the harm that this decision caused. Additionally my pride got to me. I am very proud of having "the biggest bracket on tumblr" but I had already had quite a few be disqualified for being duplicates or real people, so I didn't want to make the bracket any smaller and lose prestige. This was far from the main reason I kept him in, but it was morally wrong.

People's response to the original poll was mixed. There were people who immediately asked me to remove him, but others were on my side in saying that he should stay since he's a fictional character and his morals don't matter. So I defaulted to the stance I already had, and did nothing. This was a mistake. Above all else I should have prioritized everyone feeling safe and comfortable on my blog.

But the last night it was about an hour later then I should have been asleep and my brain was incredibly stupid, and things started to go down hill. I got the first ask in a while about Lance, and I decided to put an end to the issue. My way of doing this was doing a poll. In my mind this was my way of accounting for my ignorance. I don't know much about how severe this issue is, so I'll put it in the hands of people who did.

This poll also got mixed results. Some said I should just have the conviction to eliminate him myself, but others brought up things about that character I didn't know, like how he apparently has a character arc of learning fascism is bad, or that he has other visuals where he's wearing different outfits. I also got messages from fans of the series who thanked me for giving the character a chance. This made me feel comfortable in being a "neutral party". However with the notes I felt that I should "do this right" which unfortunately led to me doing the exact opposite.

I deleted the original poll, where 70% were in favor of disqualifying him. I didn't think it was a big deal since it had only been up a few minutes, but this was yet another mistake. I made a new poll, which included info that had been told to me since the previous poll. But the problem was that what I had actually written was not good. It was almost midnight at this point, so while I tried to remain a "neutral party" I ended up having the info show a very clear bias. And considering the character in question, people began to wonder why I was trying so hard to keep him in the poll. This led to many replies on the poll that began to overwhelm me. I was starting to realize the mistakes I had made and just how deep of a pit I had dug myself in. I panicked. I turned off replies and deleted all the ones on that were on the poll so that I could say everything I wanted to say interrupted. This backfired, and led to people going to the reblogs instead. And me deleting all the replies looked BAD. While I was trying to get the things I wanted to say out the post had spread. Spread even outside of the people who normally know this account. People who knew nothing of the history and structure of this blog, who thought that I had seen a character who was a Nazi and thought "sure come right in" and I was now trying desperately to keep him in.

This understandably made people very mad when that was their perception. Many many people were saying terrible hurtful things to me. Their heart was in the right place but even now I do not agree with the kind of harassment some stooped to. At this point I was in a full blown panic attack. Every bit of damage control dug me deeper into the pit. I decided that I needed to deal with this situation with a clear head so that I didn't make more mistakes in a panic. I deleted the poll about Lance's elimination and went to bed.

That brings us to this morning. I have announced that Lance is disqualified, and deleted the original poll containing him. I promise you all that I will try my hardest to prevent anything like this from happening again on my blog. I want to make things as right as I can. And I hope now you all will believe me when I say that I am not a Nazi, or an antisemite, I'm just a privileged idiot who made some dumb mistakes.

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pb-dot · 1 month

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WIP Anouncement: Thereafter

As I'm putting the final touch on the first draft of His Impossible Brushstrokes, I've come to realize something important about myself. I like writing, I like it a lot. Ok, not exactly a deep dark secret, that, but it has some implications as to how I'm going to do this one so I figured I should mention that up top.

The thing I came to realize is that the way things are going, I'm going to make what is hopefully one final pass on The Clockwork Boy to shine up the dialog a bit, and while editing is a fine and indeed neccesary part of writing, I have a need to keep writing-writing these days. Speaking from a purely practical standpoint, I also need some way to pace myself, as losing my mind in writing frenzies isn't doing my brain any favors.

So, with that in mind, I have decided to write and release my newest project, Thereafter, myself in the style of serial fiction. I'm going to set up a newsletter service to send my subscribers individual chapers of the series and host the backlogs on some apropriate site, looking like Cohost at the moment. After a period of outlining and writing up character bios, I plan to start at a slow but hopefully manageable clip, releasing two chapters per month, possibly ramping up to three if I find the workflow suiting me.

I don't really plan on earning any money from Thereafter at the time of writing, but considering hosting costs for the newsletter side of things, I may set up a patreon or other crowdfunding page if I ever start getting close to the 100 subscriber limit of the free plan I have my eyes on. It would be nice to get paid for this thing even if it's just the hosting costs, but honestly I just want to get the project out there and get some eyeballs on it, and if it catches on it catches on.

Thereafter is a bit of a appraising look, perhaps even deconstruction of the Portal Fantasy type of narrative, think your Narnias, your Warriors of Virtue, Your Pagemasters and what have you. In it, we meet 4 souls in their thirties who saved a secret magical land from a great evil as children, and have been struggling to make everything work in the aftermath of that. Now solidly among the ranks of the adult, these ex-heroes of legend find themselves, each in their own way, long for the magic, freedom and purpose of their adventures. When the strange wind that once whisked them away to their magical lands finally comes for them again, our heroes learn that they should have been careful about what they wish for.

The magical lands which our protagonists saved are all gone, shattered into fragments by something so vast and terrible not even the survivors could describe it, leaving the magical realms as floating pieces of flotsam and jetsam in the void between worlds. In this void, what scant few survivors there were from the calamity band together to build a refuge out of the broken pieces of their old worlds. It is to this refuge, a town called Thereafter, that our heroes arrive, learning that not only are these worlds they bled and suffered for destroyed, but they were destroyed centuries after their departure, their exploits turned into legends.

It is this legendary status that their summoners, the de facto ruling council of Thereafter, wishes to exploit. Plagued by a scarcity of resources and a truly wild variety of cultures, species and levels of magical ability, the desperate masses of Thereafter seem poised on the brink of panic and/or revolt. The council of Therafter prop up our heroes as having returned to save the world once again, hoping that their utter failure to do so will take long enough that someone will be able to come up with a better plan in the meantime. Our heroes, on their side, are ambivalent about pretending to be these larger-than-life personas that their legends have been turned into, but recognizes that their only way home is through the good will of the council, and so play along, at least until it becomes clear that Therafter's problems are far from over, and that it is impossible to rule the unwilling with clean hands and a clean conscience.

I'm pretty excited about this one. The idea of not getting to go back once I'm finished to make the style uniform is terrifying to me, and I'll have to get used to a kinda different way to pace the story, but I have decided that this is a good way to keep myself writing while leaving enough room in my schedule to keep the editing more or less consistent. Also, I can make it every bit as queer and political as I want to, so that's nice. Worst case scenario, it'll be a fun distraction while I work on getting The Clockwork Boy published.

A more detailed plot synopsis and some talk about the characters will follow at a later date.

#Thereafter #Peebs writers #writeblr #self publication

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apprenticestanheight · 5 months

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THE FIVE DAYS OF SMUTMAS QUEUE: DAY TWO

Work Shirts - Lawrence Gordon x gn! reader

All right!! This is day two of my silly little christmas celebration, and of course I had to do what I've been procrastinating since basically the start of this account--write a Lawrence reader insert piece!

I love him wholeheartedly despite my lack of fics for him so this has definitely been a long time coming, and this one, much like yesterdays fic, stems from a thought I had—though with this thought, @mrkheartffmans and I went a lil feral together through the reblogs of the original post and thus, the fic concept came to light!

This is also a few years post trap because I was like "yeah working somewhere for a decade is cool but what about a decade and a half??" also—my mentality was that having it set a few years post-trap would be easier to write?? I don't know how true that actually is but it was my thought process lol.

This fic is for audiences of 18+, so minors, do not interact!

Fic type- this is mostly--almost entirely--smut. There's also angst if you squint because yeah, angst was bound to be present somewhere lol

Warnings- unprotected sex (reader is on BC), and as per usual, the reader is GN for all intents and purposes (petnames included), but I went with AFAB anatomy as that's the anatomy that I know best.

Lawrence wishes he could act like the surprise on the faces of his coworkers when he mentioned having the last two weeks of December off came as a surprise to him, but he can't and he kind of hates that.

Of course people are bound to be a little surprised by it. In the decade and a half that he's worked at Angels of Mercy, the only incident where he took any sizeable amount of time off was while he was recovering from the bathroom trap and could hardly stand, let alone walk like he used to.

But, in the three years since the bathroom trap and aside from that month long period where he allowed himself to recover before going back to work, he'd not taken a single day away. Being at work, seeing to patients and talking to people—even just going to work and filling out miscellaneous paperwork while he sat in the isolation of his office—kept his mind busy and his hands busier.

He came home from work every night and saw you, which just made his entire day as it were. You'd order food or make something quick and just spend your time lounging on the couch, occasionally get a little flirty, and laugh when Lawrences hands started wandering how they used to in the days of your masters degree and his days of medical school.

But, because of a backlog of PTO and the fact that he'd been overworking himself almost to the bone with the onslaught of people needing medical care during the last three months of the year, Lawrence decided to book the 14th through to the 2nd of January off so that he could get some rest and worry about housework so that you didn't have to worry at all, where you normally split the housework fifty-fifty.

Lawrence knew that your marketing job got really, really stressful during the last month of the year. People always unearthed different versions of themselves come the holidays, and all he wanted was for you to come home from your workday and not have to worry about menial things like a messy bathroom counter, week-old leftovers in need of throwing away or dishes not yet moved from the dishwasher to the cupboards.

He gets called into work for an emergency on the 21st, and after running to grab groceries during the afternoon on the 22nd, he's delighted to find what he does waiting for him in the bed you share.

You're typically home from work at around seven, sometimes eight thirty on particularly busy days, and when Lawrence arrives home, it's half past eight.

He goes into your bedroom, having indeed hoped to see you there or at least get a call about work running late with the promise of more details upon your arrival at home as he enters your shared bedroom, but what he sees is so much better than anything he could've hoped for.

You're sitting on the bed, back pressed against the head board, focused on whatever romance book you'd plucked from a charity bookstore on your way home, but it's not what you're reading that Lawrence really takes note of.

No, it's not the book at all, though he does note that the title makes it seem like something from either the regency or the victorian era. It's what you're wearing.

You're wearing the shirt he wore to work the previous day, buttons undone with the cufflinks you'd gifted him for christmas the year his residency ended still holding the sleeves of the shirt together, the duvet covering your legs and hips, which makes Lawrence assume you've stolen a pair of his sweatpants in addition to the shirt.

He knocks, lightly, on the side of the door, and you startle, looking up to the source of the knock and relaxing the minute you see his face.

"You startled me," you say, grinning and closing your book over your thumb so as not to lose your place. "I remember you told me you'd be getting groceries around when I would get home, so I stole one of your shirts and settled in. Figured we could order Thai food or something to that effect, have a late dinner and relax."

Lawrence runs his tongue over his lips, notices the keen way with which you watch him do it.

"Yeah," he grins, further enters the room. "That sounds lovely. I grabbed the last of the necessary ingredients for dinner Christmas Day so that you wouldn't have to worry—I know that work has been something of a mess for you lately and I want to make sure you have the opportunity to relax when you come home."

He approaches the bed, watches you place the book you'd been reading open on your nightstand beneath the lamp.

"I don't deserve you," you laugh.

You've been dating since you were starting up with your masters a year after getting your bachelors degree when you were twenty-three and Lawrence was two years into medical school at twenty-four.

You've been married since you were twenty-five and twenty-six, and seventeen years down the line, you both knew that marrying each other was the best possible thing either of you could've done with regard to the romantic part of your lives, and while you were married you ended up doing the best possible things for your respective careers so it worked in both of your favors regardless.

You were Lawrences rock, especially so in the aftermath of the bathroom trap, and he was yours and would be such forevermore.

"You're right," he says, moving away from the bed to grab a pair of sweatpants. "You deserve more, but I do strive to be what you deserve day in and day out."

"Don't say that," you chide. "You're perfect, Lawrence. I wouldn't've married you had I thought otherwise, I promise."

He can feel your gaze on him as he slips out of the khaki pants he wears, deciding to go commando and put a pair of light gray sweatpants on for comfort. He changes out of the black button up he'd chosen to wear, pulls a baggy dark blue Henley over his torso and climbs into bed beside you, pressing kiss after kiss down the line of your jaw and across your neck.

"How stressful has work been?" He asks, tone genuine but also slightly seductive.

"Oh, so stressful," you laugh, knowing exactly what he's doing and the fact that seeing you in one of his shirts and just one of his shirts has spurred that on by a mile. "I think if I have to hear one more coworker complaining about last minute shopping during the last few days before Christmas Eve or even on Christmas Eve in and of itself, I will start causing heads to roll. December is the worst time to be in the offices because everyone stops caring about year-end quotas and making sure things are good going into next year and starts caring about whatever gossip is being spread around. It's dreadful, Lawrence."

He pauses, looking at you with genuine sympathy in his gaze. "I'm sorry—I feel gross. I didn't mean to attempt to proposition you for sex like that. I really do want to hear about your day and I'm sorry it's been so terrible, my love. Are you going to book time off?"

You grin. Lawrence is ever-so considerate, always apologizing and stepping back if he's done something in a way that he doesn't appreciate midway through.

"You're going to be stuck with me from tomorrow through to the second," you say. "And—for the record, I didn't hate it. I like it when you proposition me for sex with kisses because your kisses are quite honestly one of the best parts of being married to you. Plus, I have had a stressful month and I won't lie and say that my current outfitting was just for comfort. Sure, bare ass on satin sheets is an amazing feeling, but I was hoping that I'd get the reaction I did, admittedly."

Lawrence tilts his head inquisitively. "You're not—you're—I thought you'd taken a pair of my sweatpants," he grins, moves a hand to your thigh. Sure enough, it's bare. "Oh, Christmas must've come early."

You laugh. "You fuckin' wish," you say, ignoring the goosebumps that Lawrences touch brings on.

You unbutton the few buttons done up on the shirt, press your back against the headboard.

"Stressful month, yeah baby?" Lawrence is almost beaming as his hand moves from your thigh to your stomach, lazily perusing up your chest.

You clench your jaw, squeeze your arms against your sides because you are not going to give in to your handsome husband and his illustrious whims just with a few touches and some whispered sentiments.

"So stressful, Lawrence," you nod. "So, so stressful."

"Do you need a way to destress?" His thumb and first finger locate your nipple, and you exhale a breathy moan, quiet and already wanting to give in to his whims. "If you do, I think I could be of assistance."

"Lawrence," you moan, quiet and needy. "Oh, fuck, Lawrence."

Lawrence moves his hand away from you for a second, only to take off his shirt and the sweatpants he wears before he's back to kissing your neck and letting his hands roam across your chest.

A few minutes of much the same passes by, Lawrences kisses lining your neck and jawline and face and your ethereal lips while he rolls your nipples between his fingers. His hand dips to your folds for just a few minutes, taking your slick onto his fingers and laughing against your shoulder.

"You're so wet for me already," he says. "Fuck, you're perfect."

"Wanna ride you," you're almost stunned at how evenly the words fall from your lips but not at all stunned when Lawrence agrees.

He pulls you onto his lap, lets you grind against his half-hard cock until it's fully hard and you're begging to feel him inside of you and moans when you bottom out, gaze watching you intently as his hands settle on your hips.

"Lawrence," you whisper. "Fuck."

A smile spreads onto Lawrences face before he can stop it, and when you start riding him, he presses his back against the headboard, one hand on your hip while the other lightly holds your chin so as to keep your gaze on his.

You get lost in how good it feels within the space of a minute, maybe two—Lawrence's cock is long and thick, and even if riding it takes some adjusting occasionally, it still becomes very enjoyable very quickly.

"You're so wonderful for me, Y/N," he says. "Oh, this never gets old."

He's loving how you feel around him, clenching occasionally and moaning after a particularly deep thrust that hits your g-spot, and you're just—it's just perfect.

And then, Lawrence gets an idea. He moves the hand that's cupping your face to your wrist, which is attached to the hand that you use to grope relentlessly at yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and first finger, sometimes moving to rub your clit.

"The cufflinks, baby," he says. "Don't touch yourself, mm? Use those for me."

He watches you press the cold silver cufflink against one of your nipples, moans as you clench around him at the sensation of the cold meeting your warm skin. You moan in turn, pressing the metal against your nipples and moaning his name.

He moves a hand back to your chin, placing his first and middle finger against your bottom lip. You take the hint immediately and bring his fingers into your mouth, grinding down onto him as you do.

"You're so good for me, pet," he says, moving the hand that rests on your hip to your clit. He starts rubbing it with practiced expertise, knowing the way you like it best after nearly two decades of marriage. "Oh, this is amazing. You can steal my work shirts whenever you want, okay? Especially the ones with the cufflinks. You're amazing."

You moan at the praise, pressing the cufflinks against yourself further, loving the way that the metal feels against your sensitive nipples.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth and goes back to holding your chin so as to keep your gaze on his, wanting to watch you orgasm.

You come completely undone when Lawrence speeds up his ministrations on your clit just enough to make you want more, and Lawrence watches.

You thrust your way through the aftershocks, at which point Lawrence releases into you and lets your chin free from his light grip, kissing you and offering praise as he does.

He pulls you off of him and gets a bath set up, helping you into it while giving you more praise and pressing kisses along the back of your neck and shoulder blades because the orgasm had left you both completely and totally breathless.

You bathe in light conversation, once again talking about your days but focusing on the more positive parts, and Lawrence lets you steal a Henley from the days of medical school. You pull a pair of boxers on and curl up in bed next to him, falling asleep only seconds before Lawrence does.

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw 2004 #saw franchise

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every1sno1fangirl · 5 months

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Happy Hifuumo Friday everyone!

I kind of forgot it was friday, sorry about that! Things haven't been great for my mental state since I came back home. I really miss being around my friends.

It served as a stark reminder that my home life isn't the best.

But I don't want to dwell on that, especially here. So I would rather talk about the last few days of my trip and all of the pictures I took there instead!

We went to the Museum of Pop Culture! There were lots of different exhibits there that were really cool.

Though in all honesty, I kind of enjoyed the trip to IKEA more. It was my first time going there and I was with a smaller group of friends which really helped me.

I was distracted during the trip itself, and I feel bad about that. But I have a lot of fun memories there.

There were lots of different things to take pictures with. I'm actually not sharing most of them; this smaller period has by /far/ the most amount of pictures I took for a single Hifuumo Friday occassion.

And most importantly, it gives me a sort of 'backlog'.

That backlog exists juuust in case there are weeks where I'm not able to go out and get new ones. There have been a few occasions in the past where I have not been able to after all.

And who knows what the future holds? I /try/ to go out every week, but sometimes...

Sometimes it just isn't possible because my body or mind doesn't permit it. In fact, there was a few occasions on my vacation where it sort of 'ruined' it for me?

My friends were quick to assure me that it wasn't a personal feeling, but I still feel really bad about it.

We went out to have Teppanyaki. The whole point of it is that little 'show' where they actually prepare the food. I'm sure they had a blast watching it.

I was in the bathroom. By the time I could finally get out, the show was over and we were leaving.

My last night there was sort of miserable as well. I couldn't eat the food that one of my friends made because of my sensory issues, I had a little breakdown about it, and while the ice cream we got after was nice, I was not prepared for the movie we watched after that.

'BİRDMAN or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance)'. It was a good movie, I liked it very much. But I was already not doing well emotionally and I was not at all prepared for some of the content in it.

If you've watched it before, you probably know what I'm referring to.

I should have said something while we were watching it, or just removed myself from the situation, but I didn't want to 'make even more of a fuss'.

My mind sabotaged itself like that constantly. I know my friends would have understood if I had just said something.

I felt better a bit after, when I returned to where some of my friends and I had been staying the past two weeks.

Knowing it was my last night was a little bittersweet, even if that particular Airbnb gave me mixed feelings. (The bathroom had a frosted glass door...)

But I felt more determined than ever to get more of a hold on my life and do what I have to do to be able to see my friends like that again.

As soon as I got back home I resumed where I left off on getting the help I need to move forward in life.

It's a journey. One I've made so much progress on already with these trips alone, but I have much more to be made just in front of me still.

See you all next week. I hope you have a good day/night everyone, I love you all!

#hifuumo friday #maribel hearn #renko usami #hifuu club #touhou project #fumoposting #fumo #touhou

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yourheart-inmyhands · 9 months

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Title Post :D

Hi and Welcome to my page! I hope you enjoy your stay here! I apologize for any inconsistent uploads, I try to keep enough posts queued to ensure this doesn’t happen. Queued posts will post every 6 hours at 6am, 12pm, and 6pm EST. I upload one day a week, typically on Sundays. I do have work and other things to balance in my life outside of Tumblr so I don't often have a lot of time to write things to post, but I do hope that you enjoy everything I have posted so far though! If you're looking for my Masterlist you can find it at the link.

If you have any requests or anything specific you'd like to see, my askbox is almost always open with anon turned on! I'll be focusing mostly on genshin for now but if there's a character you desperately want to see and I know them then perhaps I'll be able to write something for them! :D [Request Box Currently: Open] [Requestable Character List]

Please be considerate when putting through requests, because i only post a few times a week my inbox gets backlogged very quickly so if you want to request multiple things remember that you're taking away time from other people who are also waiting on requests. I try to get to all the requests in a timely manner but i'm not always as fast at clearing my inbox as you guys are at flooding it, but i LOVE that you guys enjoy my writing, it warms my heart more than i can put into words. <3

Please also keep in mind that since my posts are all queued to be automatically posted, that it may take a little but for yours to get out depending on how many get sent into my ask box prior to yours. I answer all my asks in order and they go into the queue the same way. The only time things in my queue get moved forward is when a request gets put before something that wasn't requested and that i wrote. But rest assured, all requests i receive will be answered as i get to them. Often times when i'm writing content, which is often late at night, i will choose simpler ones over the ones more complicated or requesting a lot of characters. this isn't because i value them any less but they take more time to write and i don't always have time to write huge ones back to back. i will get to every request eventually though, and i thank you all for your patience :D

Please keep in mind that yandere content is aimed towards older and generally more mature audiences especially in my case where sometimes what I write isn’t always suitable for everyone. Due to this I kindly ask you keep all kids or any characters with child like appearances out of my ask box. Regardless of what kind of yandere you are requesting if it involves a child it will be denied.

!DISCLAIMER! Please keep in mind that I put warnings on all my yandere posts with brief descriptions of what is generally involved. Sometimes I miss topics and other things in the process of formating my writing into post form. All my content is Read At Your Own Risk meaning if you read something knowing that it could be bothersome to you and find it upsetting, that is On You. I cannot and will not be held accountable for someone disregarding my warnings. If you can't handle or do not appreciate the content I put out or find some issue with it, please move along. I am here for the people who do appreciate my work as well as doing this for myself.

If you have any questions, comments, concerns, etc feel free to put those through the askbox as well! :D

Claimed Anon Identifiers: 🍌|🍂| Blood🩸|🦈|🌮| Weird anon ✨|🐶

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thesovereignsring-if · 8 months

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Hi hi! Still in the middle of packing. I hope you guys are enjoying the update. I already have a few asks that could be considered spoiliers so I'm just gonna hold off on them for a day or two and label them under "#TSR Chapter 1 Spoilers " so if people can blacklist that tag until they've finished Chapter 1 part 1.

In the meantime, you guys talk all you want in the asks! I don't mind the spoilers at all. I'm reading them dw!!

I have a backlog of asks I still have to answer and I'm sorry for that!!

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#tsr

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justagalwhowrites · 5 months

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Coming soon ❤️

Hi Besties!

For starters, thank you thank you thank thank you for being so kind and patient with me over the last month here. I've just been feeling pretty overwhelmed with the holidays and work so I haven't been able to write as much as I've wanted to, or do things like reply to everyone the way I've wanted to, either. I also sidetracked into different spaces for me, including Holly Jolly - which took me a few days longer than intended to write but I hope you enjoyed it if you read it!

I'm going to go through my inbox and respond to some of you lovely people who have been kind enough to send me asks (though I'm not intending to write any requests atm - I will get to them eventually but I have a hell of a backlog.) I do usually respond to asks that aren't story requests pretty much as soon as I get them but I just haven't had the mental space to do that lately. I'm not sure why. But I appreciate you for sending them and being patient with me ❤️ And please send me asks about just about anything at any time, I love them!

Next, here's what you can expect from me posting wise in the immediate future! I'll do my best to stick to it but feel free to send an ask or shoot me a DM to check on the status of something, I definitely don't mind!

I hope you all have had a wonderful holiday season and have a fantastic new year. Thank you for being here ❤️

Love you!

Halcyon - Coming this weekend at the latest! Maybe as soon as Friday.

DDDNE One Shot - A dubcon Raider!Joel fic for @romana-after-dark's Dead Dove December event! (Grain of salt on this one, I love a dark fic to read but I'm not sure how good I'm going to be at writing one so please don't get your hopes up 🫣)

Yearling - Early next week and again toward the end of the week.

Halcyon - Next weekend

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader

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frozenbound · 1 year

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ah I was the anon who asked "how many times Genji can milk both Hanzo and Cole in a day?". I just wanna ask if a full fic of both of them just going ham at Genji then writing marks on hin indicating hoow many times they just came in/at him.

Welcome back, Anon, and thanks very much for both the question and the request!!

I decided to combine this with my No Nut November Shimadacest headcanon and request. I hope you don't mind, but I figured it would help these guys out to build up a little before this little project.

Thanks again!!! Genji having a milking marathon with Cole and Hanzo, coming right up under the Read More!

It's happened.

It's finally happened.

Genji has completed No Nut November.

Thirty days of blue balls. Thirty days of watching Hanzo’s pecs bounce on the treadmill in the gym. Thirty evenings of Cole’s hairy skin pressed against his as he lay sprawled across Genji and Hanzo’s laps at the end of each day as they watched TV or read or simply talked. Thirty increasingly sleepless nights spent sandwiched between the two perfect men, feeling their breaths ruffle his hair, each and every one of their exhalations sending a drip of precum sliding out of his painful, straining erection.

But he's done it.

For the first time in twenty years, he's done it.

Hanzo and Cole were so proud of him last night. They've been abstaining, too, of course, so they've been avoiding mentioning or discussing anything the least bit sexual among themselves in an effort to help him get through the month, but they're not made of stone. They're also carrying around near-perpetual boners at this point, and last night the brimming, close to overflowing sexual energy was palpable.

Cole even sat up rather than feel Hanzo and Genji’s dicks poking into him all evening, as though he was afraid one wrong move might set them…or himself…right off.

It's been difficult.

Now, however, Genji is going to make it worth it.

But, interestingly, while Genji has missed cumming…

…he's missed cum a lot more.

Now there’s thirty days of backlog to milk out of his boyfriends’ balls, and he's going to have all of it.

All of it.

Genji wakes up bright and early on December first, and the first thing he’s aware of, the first thing he’s been aware of for three weeks, are the erections prodding against his stomach and his buttocks, Hanzo snuggled up behind and Cole hugging Genji’s head to his chest.

It’s warm and safe and utterly, utterly domestic, so he takes a few moments…which turn into a few minutes…to savor everything that he and his boyfriends have built together.

Then he very, very carefully extricates himself from their double embrace, and, bless them, but when his warmth has disappeared, they both shift forward searchingly, and embrace each other, with Cole’s head tucked under Hanzo’s chin, and Genji scrambles as quickly and quietly as possible to grab his phone and take a few pictures, because the sight is just too perfect for his mind’s eye alone.

Then he tears himself away.

Hanzo laughingly but wisely asked Winston to give them all the day off once it became apparent that the grand event was likely. His older brother doesn’t expect to spend the entire day in bed, though. He expects to wake up with his cock hard and leaking alongside Cole’s in Genji’s mouth or ass, and, after a mindblowing orgasm, he expects to spend the morning training, the afternoon taking care of errands and small tasks that have gone by the wayside for whatever reason, and then the evening in their quarters for an encore.

He’s not wrong.

But Genji’s got slightly more grandiose plans.

Starting with breakfast.

His boyfriends like things simple, and they both like fried eggs, which makes Genji’s job easy indeed: two fried eggs over a bowl of rice for his brother, two fried eggs over two slices of toast for his cowboy.

He keeps things even simpler: a bowl of chocolate puffs with milk waiting on the side, because he’s an adult now and nobody can tell him what to do. The milk is on the side, though, because it will be a little bit before any of them sit down at the table, and longer still before Genji does.

The table set and ready in the little kitchenette-slash-living room of their quarters, he returns to the bedroom and crawls under the sheets…from the foot of the bed.

Hanzo and Cole’s cocks are snuggled together as tenderly and cutely as their owners, and Genji licks his lips at the sight of them in the dim light even as it touches his heart a little.

Then he snuggles his face against them, feeling the smooth, shaved skin of Hanzo and the trimmed yet hirsute skin of Cole, and he inhales the mixture of their scents deeply into his lungs.

After a month, he could nearly cum from this alone.

But now that he’s here, at the end of the road, and the suspense of will he or won’t he have enough willpower for the first time in twenty years, and will he trip right at the finish line as the end of the month drew nearer and nearer…all of that is gone and finished, and only bonedeep satisfaction and pride remain, and, most interestingly, Genji’s definitely as hard as a rock and dripping like a faucet, but he has a firm and complete control over his body that he’s never really experienced before, like a steel pressure cooker that’s flexing and bulging from the boiling liquid within but in no danger of bursting or exploding until he himself pushes the release button.

So it’s surprisingly easy to remain in place, his nose buried right under his boyfriends’ shafts up against their ballsacks, and simply breathe.

The pressure builds within him, but he is more than equal to it, and the need within him sharpens every sense, so that Genji can smell every note of aroma, can feel the pulse of his lovers through their skin. It’s incredible.

He has no idea how long he lies there, lost in the heady, musky atmosphere, before he hears a deep chuckle.

“At long last,” Hanzo murmurs, and Genji all but purrs when his thick fingers reach down to stroke through his green hair. “I am so proud of you, Genji. You’ve wanted this for a long time. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, brother,” Genji whispers back, his lips moving against the soft skin of Hanzo’s testicles. “It’s been a long time coming.”

Hanzo shivers under every syllable, but his self-control has always been legendary, and his fingers never falter as they comb through Genji’s hair, lightly scratching his blunt nails against Genji’s scalp. Genji simultaneously relaxes and winds up, his cock jumping and clamoring for attention, but every other muscle loosening under his brother’s gentle touch.

“Hey, there, darlings,” Cole says with a voice thick with sleep. “Today’s the day, huh?” Genji feels him shift as he begins to peck slow, light kisses across Hanzo’s face. “Couldn’t come soon enough, I tell you what.”

Genji chuckles, and Cole hisses at the feel of Genji’s thin, stylized beard rubbing against his sensitive, hairy skin. “We’re only waiting for you, cowboy. Hurry up and wake up and I’ll get started.”

“With a promise like that,” Cole says, sounding much more awake. “But wait…you’ll get started?”

“Yep,” Genji replies cheerfully. “You two have to serve me, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Cole says thoughtfully. “Well, dang, then how long are you gonna torture us, then?”

“Oh, ye of little faith.”

Genji rises and throws the blanket off the bed, exposing Hanzo and Cole’s glorious musculature and ink to his hungry eyes. Hanzo has been toying with finally finishing his tattoo, but in the meantime, Cole has been busy, getting desert roses intermingled with cherry blossoms across his clavicles. They look up at him with such love and horny ardor that Genji nearly cums right there, but no, not yet.

Not for a few hours more.

Hanzo and Cole, on the other hand…

He takes hold of their limbs with strong, purposeful hands and wrestles them into position, and their eyebrows shoot up and their lips part in surprise when they realize what he’s up to.

Soon they’re lying with their hips and throbbing, thick cocks flush against each other, Genji straddling them both.

Their cocks are so wet and shiny that Genji scarcely believes he really needs to be standing here, hunched over slightly, his fingers working his long disused entrance open, his own cock dripping onto his boyfriends as he makes the slipping, popping noises as loud and obscene as possible, until Hanzo and Cole are panting from the sound and sight alone, their fingers clutching the bedsheets to keep themselves from doing something drastic.

Then all three of them sigh in unison when Genji squats.

Then they moan when Genji feels two blunt cockheads press against his hole.

The pair squirm against each other for a few moments, slick and slippery, until together they spear through Genji’s rim, and for the first time in weeks, Genji feels completion creeping into his body as he breathes slow and deep and sinks onto the two rods of his lovers, crying out when they squeeze past his neglected prostate, until he has them fully seated in his soft, tight, intense heat.

“Genji,” Hanzo pants.

“Genji,” Cole breathes, and the timber and tone of their voices, overlaid with such need, is music to Genji’s ears.

He begins to rise up and lower down, his own dick bouncing with each motion and throwing off thick droplets of precum, and the two men below him absolutely lose. Their. Minds.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Genji! Oh, my sweet, wonderful Genji! Fuck yourself on us! Milk us dry! Yes! Yes!” they babble, their words piling on top of each other in the midst of wordless yells and gasps, and it’s so, so good to hear their lust again. Absolutely wonderful.

Hanzo is the first to seize up and let out a groaning shout, and from the look on Cole’s face, he nearly has heart failure at the feeling of Hanzo’s cock, pressed so impossibly close to his, spurting out a veritable flood of hot, molten semen that immediately coats both of them, instantly making Genji’s interior even slicker and hotter and more perfect than ever.

It takes only a few more thrusts for Cole to unleash his own wordless yell and his own endless torrent, and Genji buries them inside himself to the hilt as they pulse within him and writhe underneath him, an absolutely sublime picture.

Slowly, slowly, they go still but for their heaving chests and shivering muscles, each feeling the other twitch under the gentle caress of Genji’s body and the sensation of the heat of their essence melding into Genji’s own heat, the three of them coming together once more in the most intimate, wonderful way they know how.

Then, Cole chuckles. “Alright,” he growls, trying to sit up, his eyes set on Genji’s weeping erection.

“No.”

The imperious and cold tone surprises both his lovers. They freeze underneath him and look up at him with something bordering concern, but Genji smiles.

He slowly dismounts, sighing as they pop out of his puffy red rim, and then he crawls onto all fours and sticks his ass into the air, his dick swinging beneath him, heavy and straining. “Clean me up,” he orders, “but don’t you dare touch my dick.”

Hanzo and Cole look at each other, but they don’t question Genji’s order or the fact that he’s picked a strange angle that places his head near the bedside table. Instead, they obey, turning over and crawling to mash their faces together as they plunge together into the valley between Genji’s asscheeks.

Genji shudders under the assault of their soft tongues and rough facial hair rubbing with such delicious friction against the sheltered skin as they seek out every drop of cum leaking out from his oversensitive hole as it tries in vain to wink closed after being stretched so far. They don’t allow any of it to drip onto the sheets to join the almost soaked patches of Genji’s precum as he continues to leak freely, his foreskin fully rolled back and his cockhead dark purple.

“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs right up against his hole. “Genji, you need us so badly. Let us take care of you, brother.”

“No,” comes the unexpected reply. “But what you can do…”

Genji reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a felt-tip permanent marker and holds it behind himself.

“...is write down two marks.”

There is a short, stunned silence, then Cole, chuckling the entire time, accepts the marker and writes two lines on Genji’s left asscheek. “Does this mean…?” he asks as he clicks the cap back on.

“I’m all nice and clean now,” Genji cuts him off. “Time for breakfast! It’s ice cold by now because of you sleepyheads, but let’s get the day started.”

And he rolls away from Hanzo and Cole and off the edge of the bed and stands, grinning down at their bemused expressions before he grabs the marker and walks away, making sure to sway his hips as invitingly as possible.

They follow like dopey puppies, and they exclaim at the meal awaiting them, and they sit down with words of thanks and wonder…that get cut off when Genji kneels and then shuffles under the table.

Underneath, their legs spread automatically and their cocks chub up, but it’s still a little too soon for another full erection. Genji doesn’t mind.

Hanzo always recovers first, though, so he’s the first to sigh dreamily at the feel of Genji’s wet mouth engulfing him. He doesn’t leave Cole out in the cold, though; he wraps his fingers gently around his half-erection as he suckles and licks at Hanzo’s, and both men moan above him.

“How are we supposed to eat under these conditions?” Hanzo asks, only half-seriously. “I’m going to choke and die.”

“Better choke him first then, I’d say,” comes Cole’s mischievous answer, making Hanzo laugh.

They set about trying to eat because they know that’s the scenario Genji wants and they do their best to deliver.

Genji can forgive them for getting distracted, though. When Hanzo’s penis finally swells to its full length, the spongy cockhead emerging to bump against Genji’s soft palate and leaking anew, it’s another minute or two at least before his older brother remembers to start eating again.

Meanwhile, Cole is still soft under Genji’s fingers, his head hooded under his foreskin, but that’s just fine. Genji loves the feel of him hard or soft, and his balls are equally hefty and loose in their sack either way as Genji cups them and rolls them gently around.

Hanzo then gulps down a mouthful of food and lets his chopsticks clatter on the table as he mutters “Finally,” and pushes away from the table, making Genji follow, regretfully letting go of Cole in the process. His brother’s eyes are burning as he watches Genji bob up and down on his dick before letting him pop out and lick up and down the wet length and tongue at his balls.

Then he grunts and lets his head fall back, and that’s all the warning Genji gets before Hanzo unleashes spurt after spurt of thick, white cum all across his face.

Genji opens his mouth wide, but he’s content to let the majority of it wildly miss the mark and paint his cheeks, beard, and hair.

Hanzo breathes heavily above him, shifting in his seat, until the last weak spurt dribbles down the underside of his cock, and he jumps a little when Genji dives in to lick it off his balls.

“Genji,” Hanzo murmurs. “You are magnificent. Won’t you let me…”

“Brother,” Genji interrupts again. He holds out the marker.

Hanzo takes it with a confused look.

Genji grins up at him. “On the cheek, please.”

Hanzo flushes deep red.

With a trembling hand, he draws a single line delicately on Genji’s left cheek.

“I think,” Cole whispers, watching them both breathlessly, “that I know how today’s gonna go.”

“Do you?” Genji says with a smirk. “Good. Off to the shooting range, now, brother. I may drop in on you to see how you’re doing later.”

Hanzo is a little too boneless to get up right then and there, but that’s not a problem. It means he gets to watch his little brother, his face still covered with his cum, shuffle over to Cole and begin working him back to full hardness with his lips and tongue instead of his fingers, with near-immediate effect, especially when the familiar but long-missed odor of Hanzo’s cum wafts up into Cole’s face, making him sigh fondly and thrust shallowly into Genji’s mouth, his breakfast half-eaten and temporarily forgotten.

Hanzo stays long enough to watch Cole sweat and mutter and tense and listen to Genji slurp and suckle and lick until Cole gasps, his eyes rolling back, and Genji grins triumphantly as he sits back a little to let his cum splash across his face to join Hanzo’s.

The only dry place on his face now is right next to the tally mark on his cheek, and Cole dutifully writes another one alongside it.

“Can’t wait,” he murmurs, stroking along Genji’s bearded jawline, smearing semen the entire way. “Can’t wait.”

Genji smiles. “See you around, cowboy.”

Then he scurries out from under the table, plunks himself into his chair, and cheerfully pours milk over his cereal, and both his boyfriends chuckle as Hanzo stands to leave and Cole tucks back into his ice-cold breakfast, all smiles.

Cole’s surmise is entirely correct.

As soon as Genji finishes eating, he cheerfully waves goodbye to Cole and heads out to find Hanzo.

He’s still covered in cum.

That’s no problem for a cyborg ninja, though. He remains out of sight of the Watchpoint’s other denizens, though, when he happens upon Soldier: 76 in the hallways and has to sneak around him, he hears him sniff suspiciously at the air, undoubtedly at the scent that’s trailing behind Genji with every step he takes, but Genji leaves the old man behind none-the-wiser.

He heads for the shooting range, a pulse of giddy, exhibitionist glee shooting through him.

Then he slips into the range, and he stops for a moment to admire the tableau of martial beauty and precision before him: Hanzo stands proud and tall as he breathes slowly and evenly and lets arrow after arrow fly from his bow to split its immediate predecessor neatly in two in the exact bull’s-eye.

His big brother is incredible, Genji thinks dreamily.

Then Hanzo takes in a deep, deep breath, and Genji knows the aroma of sex, the mark that Hanzo and Cole have left on Genji’s skin, has wafted over to him.

But his big brother knows exactly how to please Genji. He continues to breathe deep, but otherwise he keeps firing, even as Genji sidles up to him…

…kneels down…

…and shuffles around him to nuzzle at the bulge in Hanzo’s trousers, even as Hanzo nocks and aims and lets an arrow fly above him.

Hanzo doesn’t falter when Genji tugs his trousers down to free and swallow down his cock once again, but Genji can tell it’s a close thing.

Then he stops paying attention altogether to bows and arrows and focuses entirely on his brother’s delicious cock on his tongue.

He does try not to jostle Hanzo in any way as he licks and swallows up his salty taste, because he’s just naturally accommodating.

Hanzo, red-faced, sweating, taking in a sharp breath whenever Genji brushes the tip of his tip against the base of his shaft right above his balls, manages to score one last bull’s-eye before he squeezes his eyes shut and hunches forward ever-so-slightly as he releases another torrent onto Genji’s waiting tongue.

Genji has an openmouthed grin when Hanzo opens his eyes again, his tongue stuck out to display just how much spunk Hanzo had in him despite this being the third time he’s cum in less than an hour.

Then he swallows and raises the marker.

Hanzo laughs softly, but he deftly draws another mark on Genji’s cheek.

Hanzo will be training for at least another two hours, which is fine with Genji. He’ll know where to find his brother after he’s done with Cole.

The cowboy is in Winston’s lab, sitting in front of Winston’s desk with his feet propped up on it. He sniffs at the air and does a double take when Genji comes up, looking around the huge empty room and even out the huge window before them.

“Genji!” he whispers, eyes wide. “Winston went out to talk real quick with Tracer, but he’ll be back any minute!”

“Better make this quick, then,” Genji replies, waggling his eyebrows. “That’s what you get for getting roped into work on your day off.”

Cole rolls his eyes. “I ain’t working. I’m checking in with Winston about your birthday party next month. The one he’s gonna cancel when he finds you…finds you…mmm…”

Genji has crawled underneath the bridge of Cole’s legs and then, forcing them apart but leaving his feet on Winston's desk, has straightened up on his knees, unzipped the cowboy’s jeans, freed his erection, and begun nursing right on the cockhead.

Cole doesn't have much to say after that, particularly when Genji starts pumping his shaft with his hands while laving at his cockhead and slit.

He does groan a lot, though. Winston would have heard him long before he saw Genji if he returned through the doors downstairs, but he doesn't, so it's fine.

Soon enough, Cole lets out a short, strangled yell and Genji has a mouthful of tart, bitter semen to swallow down. He holds it on his tongue and savors it while Cole draws another mark on his cheek before he ducks back under Cole’s legs.

"Gotta start adding to the tally on your other cheek," Cole calls after him as he hurries away.

"What do you think I'm going to go do right now?"

And, indeed, when he returns to the shooting range, Hanzo is sitting on a bench, taking a short break, and he chuckles when Genji tugs his trousers down around his ankles…then gasps when Genji clambers into his lap and sinks down in a precision strike right onto his dick.

Hanzo is a lot quieter than Cole, but his pants and hisses and the slap of his skin against Genji’s still echo through the room as he spears into Genji’s welcoming, silken interior and into his own lubricating essence, and Cole's, of course.

He hugs Genji tight and grinds his little brother’s body down onto his cock when he comes, breathing hard between Genji’s pecs as he does so, shuddering from head to toe.

He feels so good pressed up against him like this that Genji can’t help but lay a kiss on the crown of his head, smiling when Hanzo lets out a small gasp at the tender gesture.

Then Genji climbs off of him, turns around, plants his feet shoulder-width apart, then bends forward until he is grinning at Hanzo between his own legs, and holds out the marker.

Hanzo looks both exasperated and fond of how quickly Genji can switch from tender to lewd and back again, but he dutifully marks down another line, trailing his fingertips down Genji’s thigh at the same time.

Then Genji straightens up, blows a kiss to his brother, and marches out, clenching hard to keep from leaking too much.

Cole has finished up his business with Winston and is now standing in the rec room. Genji has to wait, hidden in the shadows, for Reinhardt to finish up a boisterous tale before the giant man suddenly realizes he is late for an armor calibration with Brigitte and hurries out.

Cole shakes his head smilingly at Reinhardt’s back and turns around and starts when he finds Genji on all fours on the floor, his ass sticking up in the air, his hole wet and winking.

"Jesus," Cole mutters fervently as he unbuckles his belt and sinks to his knees. "It's good to have your kinky ass back."

"Less talk, more fuck, Cole," Genji replies, but Cole is an excellent boyfriend and is already sinking into him before he finishes the sentence.

Then he pounds into him right there on the rec room floor, with the doors to the hallway left wide open for anyone to walk through, and the thought of that, how wanton, how obscene it is, is the closest Genji gets to releasing his own boiling load all over the rec room floor, but he manages to hold off. Barely.

The rest of the day is heavenly.

Genji crosses back and forth, sneaking his way from Hanzo to Cole and back again, and his boyfriends, despite having such a backlog, are shooting largely dry orgasms by lunchtime, plus Genji’s hole is loose and leaking and his jaw aching, but Genji has a solution for all three problems.

Hanzo groans when, instead of slipping inside Genji’s sloppy hole for the tenth time, his cock goes between Genji’s slick, slippery, tight, muscular legs, and since they're on the rooftop overlooking the sea, only a particularly sharp-eyed and horny sailor on the container ship passing by might see Hanzo shivering and jolting on the ground, under Genji and between his thighs, as Cole watches in rapt attention, their lunch laying to one side.

"There’s room for one more, cowboy," Genji admonishes with a raised eyebrow, and soon Hanzo and Cole’s dicks are slipping and sliding against each other for the second time that day.

This has the added benefit that Hanzo and Cole can coat each other with hot spunk, because Genji’s thighs can relax and tighten and rub and squeeze together so sweetly and deliciously that they draw upon an hitherto inaccessible well deep within his lovers.

And Genji just knows there's more where that came from.

And indeed, Hanzo squirts two more loads, one onto the ground in the garden where he meditates after lunch and the other onto the workout bench in the gym.

Cole also has two more loads, but he insists on grunting lowly and withdrawing from Genji’s tight embrace to splatter his cum across Genji’s stomach in the pantry and his back in the utility closet.

There are plenty more dry orgasms besides, because Genji’s mouth and asshole bounce back fairly quickly.

Finally, as the sun sets and fills the Watchpoint with a deep red-orange glow, Cole and Hanzo return to their quarters to find Genji on all fours beneath the table, and steak and baked potatoes and romantic, lit candles on top.

Hanzo and Cole enjoy the excellent dinner while Genji, finally conceding that he’s gotten everything his lovers can offer, merely warms Cole’s cock in his mouth and Hanzo’s cock in his ass, comfortably and wonderfully full as he listens to them talk and laugh above him through a haze of scintillating scents and flavors drifting through his immense satisfaction.

Then Hanzo and Cole disengage, draw Genji out from under the table, and all but bodily carry him into their bedroom and deposit him on his back on their bed.

Cole taps the tally marks on both his cheeks. "Eighteen."

Hanzo taps the tally marks on both his asscheeks. "Fourteen."

"Amazing, darling," Cole murmurs into Genji’s ear before pressing kisses down his jawline.

"We're proud and, frankly, astounded," Hanzo adds as he hitches Genji’s knees over his shoulders.

"Your turn," they say in near-unison, and Genji shouts when his ballsack is engulfed in Hanzo’s mouth and his shaft buried in Cole’s, their heat swarming into his core and making him instantly drenched in sweat as his long, long, long-neglected cock, primed almost to bursting by one endless month and then by one perfect day, is finally back in service.

His nerves have not been the least bit dormant in that time. If anything, they've been humming with electricity nonstop since day one, prepping themselves, aching, clamoring, yearning.

Now they seize on Hanzo and Cole’s touch like a lion's teeth around the throat of a gazelle, stopping Genji’s breath just as effectively.

It's ecstasy on a scale he's never known, never dreamed of. He's had bolts run through him before but never lightning, flames but never a wildfire, tremors but never an earthquake.

All of it and more rocks through him now, so strong and so all-encompassing that he can't even come for several blissed-out, interminable, white-hot minutes as Hanzo rolls his balls over his tongue and Cole swallows his cockhead into the confines of his throat over and over and over.

When his body finally remembers it's supposed to orgasm, Hanzo feels Genji tense, almost contort, and drops his wet, cooling ballsack to lick and tease and gape his mouth wide open over his straining, deep purple, weeping erection alongside Cassidy, who pops off in order to share the bounty.

Then the eruption begins.

It's been a month, and boy does Genji’s cock know it.

Whatever doesn't land in or on Hanzo and Cole’s mouths, faces, hair, or hands as they jointly pump Genji’s huge shaft sails up into the air like a fountain, arcing delicately to rain back down on them like a summer cloudburst, and several large globs of himself land in Genji’s own mouth as he gapes in a wordless scream of pleasure up at the deluge descending upon them.

By the time it's over, he might as well have thrown a bucketful over all three of them and the sheets around him.

The aroma is thick enough to cut with a knife.

Genji swears he can see steam rising in thin wisps towards the ceiling.

It's good. It's so good.

He needs more.

"Cl…cle…clean me up," he gasps, needing a few tries to learn how to talk again. "Then bl…blow me again."

His cock isn't softening at all.

Hanzo and Cole grin at him, cum dripping off their beards, then turn to each other. "Rock Paper Scissors to decide who rides him first?" Cole asks. "The other gets to do as he commands and clean him up."

Hanzo hums thoughtfully. "Do I want to lose or do I want to win?" he asks himself.

"Honey, I'm asking myself the exact same thing," Cole purrs as they look back up at Genji.

It's gonna be a long night and Genji is going to be completely and utterly sated by the end of it.

But, somehow, as his lovers decide amongst themselves who's going to milk his next load out, he's already looking forward to next November…or, more specifically, next December first.

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WR&R MYSTERY KIDS LORE & WORLDBUILD MASTER POST

Gear up, kids, because this will be a long one.

It's been a while since I posted a new comic. Pretty soon there'll be a bunch, because I've been sitting on a mountain of scripts and just started making progress on actually making them into comics. I wanna build up a nice little backlog that I can queue up and not worry about for a long while. In the meantime though, I have something I hope will tide you guys over.

There's been a problem with my comic from the very beginning I've never really thought to address for years, and until now, I never found a good place for it. That problem is "worldbuilding." Originally when this comic started out, it was just a Psychonauts comic. Then I got into Mystery Kids, and the MKs just showed up out of nowhere.

If you're still interested, click under the cut. If you already find this post boring and kind of long, just skip it.

We never got any information on how the Mystery Kids club started or how they all met. For the longest time, I kind of just defered to the collective fandom's various disorganized headcanons and ideas and stuff. But I think enough time has passed that those ideas have all changed, been forgotten about, or branched off into their own individual works.

So, it's finally time for me to fix that by giving this comic its own set of lore and backstory. In this post I'm going to explain how everything happened, how the kids came together and what order everything happened in. This is kind of written for my own personal amusement, but also as a guide to keep in mind when I'm writing new stories in this setting, to keep things consistent.

PART ONE: THE CANON HISTORY

The first step for this little exercise is to figure out when all the stuff in the original "canon" happened. This is where things get a little messy, because we have to figure out a proper order for everything so all the pieces can fit into place.

First, we have to come up with a system for naming the different eras and phases where things happen, so we can more easily compartmentalize the different events. So we'll call the first year the Mystery Kids are together "Year One." Anything before that we'll call Year -1 or -2.

Year -2 is where we'll put the events of Paranorman. They happen in Fall, around Halloween probably. Nearly the end of the year. It's important to set this part the furthest back for reasons we'll get into later.

Year -1 is where we'll put Coraline and Psychonauts. Dipper and Mabel are still in Pidemont. There are a few references in the comic to Raz still having a water problem due to "the curse." But in PN2 he conquers the curse. We'll chock that up to lingering after-effects and him trying to get past the mental block.

Near the end of Year -1, Aggie returns and reunites with Norman in events identical to how they played out in Ask-Norgatha. A lot of things that happen are very similar to that old blog, with the exception being Norman and Aggie don't get together. That comes later.

Year 1 is when Gravity Falls happens. Coraline and Norman are family friends (or cousins? I haven't decided, maybe not. Maybe 'honoary cousins'?) Anyway, so: things play out pretty much how they did in that fan episode people made. Doctor Loboto (during a villainous relapse, or a manic episode) comes to Gravity Falls, Raz and Lili chase after him, Coraline and Wybie come with Norman's family on a vacation to Gravity Falls. Aggie stays behind because Norman doesn't want her to get lost. At this point, her Poltergeist powers haven't kicked in yet and other people can't see her, meaning she'd have no way to get home.

So, during Loboto's shennanigans, the kids all come together to stop him. That's when we move into…

PART TWO: THE FANON HISTORY

Note: in this period, my comic has a lot of Holiday specials. We're operating on Peanuts rules here, where the time-scaling slides around to keep the characters from aging. But we'll say in the "real" canon, the stuff that happens on Holidays actually happen on regular days, for the most part. If things "have to" happen on a Holiday, they'll all happen on the same one, just at different times. We'll try not to think too hard about this, because it's just a cartoon. We're out to make a consistent world, but not to arbitrarily restrict ourselves. None of this stuff happened in the "real" world anyway.

Anyway, moving right along to the rest of "Year 1." This is for the comics I made while the show was still airing, so things all kind of click together.

This is where the first Mystery Kids Adventure happens. The kids are all united and save the day. All of this happens right in the middle of the events of Gravity Falls. From then on out, the kids have adventures together on and off, but its a little hard because they have to travel a pretty great distance to hang out together. They keep in touch on social media and stuff, occasionally finding ways to fake excuses to go out and travel together. But mostly, the group is pretty disorganized.

Dib is also a mindless fanboy of the group and wants to join, but everybody thinks he's weird and annoying, so they try their best to politely blow him off. Then he builds a teleporter that lets the kids get together easier, but the thing just barely works. Dib is made a "junior member" and just sort of hangs around.

The kids have a "clubhouse", but it's just a shanty shack built by Soos, half a mile away from the Mystery Shack.

At some point during this period, the Bedlam returns and the kids have to team up to stop her. Aggie helps somehow with her newly-emerging poltergiest powers. The Bedlam is defeated, and that's the last "real" adventure they have for a little while. They don't have a reliable way to meet up anymore, so they only get together for parties and stuff. This is where the Season 3 Finale happens, if you've read my archives.

PART THREE: THE CURRENT SITUATION

From Season 4 and onwards, everything that happens to the Mystery Kids happens in Year 2. That's where we are now.

It starts with Dib on one of his own little adventures. Somehow, he ends up stumbling on an abandoned treehouse that used to belong to the Kids Next Door. It hasn't been populated in years, but its full of still-functional tech that just got left behind. With it, Dib's able to power-up the teleporter technology and now the Mystery Kids can come together whenever they want. You need to stand perfectly still for like five minutes for the teleporter to work, so it isn't a "get out of danger free" plot device.

Seems like a REALLY important development to happen offscreen and go totally unmentioned, right? Well… I thought of it retroactively, so, whoops! But it's fine. We'll just have to make a flashback comic later where the kids find it.

So, from now on, everything that happens in the comic happens here, in Year 2.

If you've read this far, I'd like to thank you for humoring my nonsensical fanfiction ramblings for my silly mspaint webcomic. I hope you had fun and got as much out of that as I did. I'm really happy I was finally able to put it all together in one coherent place.

#Mystery Kids #Psychonauts #Gravity Falls #Coraline #Paranorman #Invader Zim #Long Post #Lore Dump

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hii!!! honestly you're such a big inspiration because seem so determined and you work hard no matter what! like, how do you do it?? how do you get sm done in less time? what do you do if something you planned for a specific day doesn't work out as you planned it? how do you get past failures? And any tips for acing 12th? (Both in competitive and boards)

Hi, thank you for saying that, it was very kind!

how do you get sm done in less time?

Some practice, some reasonless meaningless smiles in the mirror, and the pigheadedness of overestimating my ability to complete tasks and then overreacting to achieve completion. I think being happy really does help. Reward system, studying in natural light, to name a few aids.

what do you do if something you planned for a specific day doesn't work out as you planned it?

If it happens in the beginning of a work day and it isn't worth getting myself wound up over, I push it to the back of my calendar for the day. If it still doesn't get completed or resolved by sunset, then I let the day I had decide if I need to scream about it or ask for help.

how do you get past failures?

If you don't mind the tmi, I don't think I can get over a failure if I don't stop caring about it. So I either sake a don't-care attitude about it until I make it, or I go through the Lorelai Gilmore recommended stage of wallowing. If I'm feeling wisdomous (wise, that's the word), I look for mistakes on my part and how I can learn from them. I try not to make the same kind of mistake twice.

And any tips for acing 12th? (Both in competitive and boards)

I made some posts when I was going to give Boards: like imp stuff for phy boards and I keep answering asks on the questions related to preparation for NEET and Boards. Feel free to peruse my old posts using tags if need be. My top tips regarding this topic have to be: (1) Practice a lot (2) NCERT is important, even for physics. Get your teachers to explain it to you while you have this kind of time left for NEET. Pls don't attempt to try and understand NCERT all by yourself. It's not as efficient as we hope it will be. (3) Try your best and hardest to have no backlogs. Be it labs, projects, chapters or presentations

Thank you for this ask. Hope what I shared helps you. All the very best for the year ahead of you!💛

#academiawho answers #neet #studyblr

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cathyl-washere · 8 months

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Hey gamers, this is my first actual post here.

Minors should maybe not be here if only for the odd NSFW post, so here's your warning if that's a concern of yours.

Bit of a length warning I suppose? I ramble a bit, but it's my pinned so I guess now's the time.

As my blurb says and avatar implies, I'm a 20 year-old transfem, working with she/her pronouns currently. I'm generally kind of hesitant to really talk about myself to strangers or to even say something in the first place, even when it's just to the void like I have been since I started here about a month and a half ago. You may recall my mentioning that this is my first actual post, or have noticed that I've only tagged like, 2 of my reblogs at time of writing. I'm trying to get out there a bit more which is why I'm even making this, but if I take some time to reply to a pm or whatever, know that there's this on top of anything irl. Also I have a tendency to write in a way as though I were actually talking, so apologies for any overuse of commas or really long sentences. Trying to be mindful of this way of writing myself though.

Should say that whatever eldritch critter lords over us all gave me the delightful combo of being able to remember a bunch of absolutely bizarre and incredibly niche things about whatever while also forgetting it all when it miraculously becomes useful. You may be familiar with the "Spirit of the Staircase?" Gamer, you're looking at her. I mention this to say that despite the length of some of the later parts, they're still not exhaustive.

I've also got into the habit of referring to people as gamers because it has that wonderful combo of being both gender-neutral and oddly funny to me. Not in a demeaning way, my sense of humor has just kind of veered into nonsense.

On that note, I should also mention that I myself have committed a cardinal sin and am indeed, a gamer. Platforms I'm on are Playstation and Switch. PC gaming is unfortunately out of my purview currently. I prefer PvE generally but also don't mind pwning some children if the vibes are there. Hope you have your bingo card ready because yes, Celeste is my favorite game. I have WAY too much time into Warframe and I like Dead by Daylight, Deep Rock Galactic, Risk of Rain 2/Returns, and Slay the Spire quite a bit. Tragically I've been a gamer for a while, so I'm just naming a few of my main ones right now while totally not ignoring a sizeable backlog, no sirree!

Music is also a bit of a vibes thing. Generally more of a fan of less intense songs, which may be an odd thing to follow up on by saying prog rock's also pretty cool. Longer a song is, the better is my usual take. City pop's also superb, language barrier be damned. Vaporwave's awesome. Born and raised on the rock of the 70's and 80's with parents that rarely listened to anything after Kurt Cobain rose to power for most of my younger years, so a good chunk of that has worked its way into my playlist. Video game music has a tendency to be wonderful to my ears as well. Solar Ash, both Risk of Rains (although yes, I lean towards the second + DLC here), Night in the Woods, songs from several of the Persona series (Layer Cake, Beneath the Mask - Rain and both versions of Specialist, oh my!), a few from Warframe and of course, the titular Celeste. Lena really is just something else, and I think I can say with some confidence that Quiet and Falling is just my favorite song generally. It does have some competition, so in no particular order I'll rattle some off: Anri's Shyness Boy, Depeche Mode's Enjoy the Silence (primarily the Hands and Feet Mix version), Hall and Oates' Out of Touch, Mac Demarco's Freaking out the Neighborhood, ABBA's Dancing Queen, Yoko Takahashi's The Cruel Angel's Thesis, Prince's Little Red Corvette, Kensuke Ushio's Crybaby, Jane Pop's Drive to 1980 Love, Shakatak's Bitch to the Boys, Komm Susser Todd from End of Evangelion, Mystical Composer by Momoko Kikuchi, Love don't come Easy by The New Jersey Connection, Once in a Lullaby by Chris Christodoulou, No Tengo Dinero - Maxi by Righeira, Seaside by Dan Mason, In your Eyes by Peter Gabriel, Dress Down by Kaoru Akimoto, Radio Ga-Ga by Queen, Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie, and this list is getting kind of long, huh? God, music is just so freakin' awesome. Truly, one of my biggest regrets will be that I didn't hear enough of it. Band-wise, I'll mention I quite like Steely Dan, Chappell Roan, Yves Tumor, 1986 Omega Tribe, Car Seat Headrest, The Comet is Coming (loving Hyper-Dimensional Expansion Beam right now), Dan Mason, Mitch Murder, Desired, Nyarons, Seycara Orchestral, Shakatak, Ibrahim, OSC, Both Jack Stauber and his Micropop, Prince, Queen, Junko Ohashi, Anri, Meatloaf, Gorillaz, Night Tempo, City Girl, Yes, PKCH, Chris Christodoulou, Cape Coral, Tupperwave, Oresama, Weird Al (EBAY in particular will forever take up some of my brain space at any given moment) and good ol' Lena Raine. While we're here, I guess the one album I'll mention is Jeff Wayne's Musical Version of the War of the Worlds. Make sure it's the original though, some of the songs were revamped in recent years and personally I'm not partial to that rendition of them.

If you inferred that I might like some anime given the above section has quite a few Japanese artists then yes, your intuition was correct. I have fallen off of it recently, but stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, Cowboy Bebop, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Mob Psycho, and My Life With Monster Girls are some that I enjoy.

Romantically, I'd say I'm into women. We're entering kind of weird territory for me here though because while I would quite like a romantic partner and someone to cuddle with, I'm kind of not so sure how keen I am on any actual sex? Half of me wonders if I'm just asexual while the other half wonders if it might actually be a case of finding the proper someone. I don't know, it's very much uncharted territory for me and I'm not sure where I'll end up on it. Also the whole "finally accepting that I'm trans" thing probably has its influence somewhere in there.

Politically, just give people stuff. Meet their basic needs, implement a UBI, make it so that every grandparent has a bottomless jar of sweets for the wee ones. Public transport good, cars bad, Golf is actively terrible in multiple ways. Chuck bricks at cops, detonate an oil rig (in Minecraft, I guess), eat the rich, the usual. Ideally, mix the three. Abortions and contraception are healthcare, and alongside education all should be free. Kill the cop in your head, both in the sense that if you saw someone shoplift, no you didn't and that you don't have to impose yourself on people just having some earnest, unconventional fun. These are some of my viewpoints, but I'm hesitant to try and pin myself down with a specific position due to a lack of having really read well, any greater political works, still needing to flatten some views I've kind of just had seep into me from the greater culture ("But is x really the proper thing" is tragically a constant, but I've needed to quash the Devil's Advocate voice in my head for years at this point. The little bastard never truly seems to leave. Yeah, having a little gremlin constantly try and check my thoughts can be handy now and then, but it gets really annoying when I think about topics like how the death penalty shouldn't be a thing because like, what are you doing here you idiot? Don't let your personal misgivings with a person allow for executions), and honestly a little because I need to try and be firmer as a person. I put a lot more stock into the thoughts of others than my own, and sometimes it's tough to remember that me and my thoughts also have value, whatever that looks like. Is that the best thing to just type aloud? Also don't hit your kids, regardless of circumstance.

Uhhh got to say I'm blanking a bit on what else to put in. Closing remarks now I suppose. Life is fucking awesome, and I mean that to apply to most-every instance of it. We're all just here on our queer little blogs having a time with one another, and isn't that wonderful? The past 5 years or so have been terrible mentally for me with a few really bad months in particular this year, but I finally feel like I'm on the up-and-up. Accepting that I'm trans after repressing it for a while, finally cutting off a bad friend (hopefully for good), working on getting HRT. With any luck, I'll have some patches in my hands next Friday, the 15th of September. That's huge for me, not only in the obvious sense but because my brain somehow twisted itself into thinking that I can't take this whole topic seriously outside of hair growth and shaving facial hair until I actually get some form of HRT into my hands, AND IT'S HAPPENING! AAAAHHH!!! I'm moving into the next chapter of my life after being kind of stagnant for a while, and I've had such a wonderful vigor these past few weeks that I haven't known in ages. I've really embraced an appreciation of what others might consider mundane, and just trying to be a bit goofy. Letting things roll off of me, even if the anxiety tends to really weaken my legs and make me nauseous. I stay silly. The horrors may persist, but so do I. So do you. How lovely.

Also,

#transfem #tw child abuse #Not my own abuse though #My parents are just so amazing #I love them both so much #Did that come off wrong? Apologies #I just gush about them whenever possible #Did I even do this post correctly?#Let's find out baby first time for everything #I'm also on mobile if that's relevant I guess

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Hi! Thank you ever so much for sharing your metaphor analytics. I feel like I'm seeing YR in a completely few light after having read them.

I want to ask you (but feel no pressure to reply), if you have any thoughts on verbal foretelling based on sarcasm, fears or simply being hideous wrong. I don't even know what's it technically called. But what I mean is a lot of the stuff that August spew in at least the early episodes of S1 are foreshadowing stuff that will happen to him ("Don't use the school WiFi..., You could kill someone and...) and my personal favourite "Do we want the future king..). So my question is there are some pretty evident lines that foreshadowing events - have you seen some more subtle and systematic usage of this technique throughout S1 and S2?

Actually there is one particular line by Rosh in S1 that I think foreshadows something about Simon, that is "Where are you going?". I really love that line and the ensuing dialogue.

Hey, I really, really have to apologize for replying to your kind ask so very late. I have a huge backlog when it comes to messages and comments right now. Everyone is so lovely and kind, but I can barely keep up with it all. I have a feeling that I will have to take a bit of a tumblr break (and break from other social media platforms, as well) because I can’t do both: write my analysis posts on my blog AND keep interacting on other platforms. I'll have to choose one, and that's going to the writing itself.

Anyway, I know this is no excuse for being so embarrassingly late, but I hope you’ll forgive me for the delay because I do actually find it so very encouraging and motivating when people like you say nice things about my little blog project. It really helps me and keeps me focused, so thank you for letting me know you enjoy the close-reading analysis I’m doing on the show. I’m surprised and a bit exhilarated to find out how many people tell me they’re seeing the whole show in a new light. It’s all very, very much appreciated.

As for your question…

Yes, I totally agree with and I think you are absolutely right: Looking at throw-away lines is very important when analyzing a ‘text’ (be it a novel, play, TV show, film, etc.). When a writer sits down to write a screenplay, they obviously don’t just come up with funny lines (or sarcastic or angry lines, for that matter) to fill the page. Usually, they will try to make sure the line in question is connected to the deeper theme of their ‘text’. Everything in their ‘text’ has to fulfil a purpose, i.e. either drive the plot forward or be plugged in into the broader network of metaphorical subtext.

One of the things we have to keep in mind, though, is the fact that not every line in a ‘text’ is necessarily a metaphorical line. There are lines that are just plain text, so to speak.

In essence, you end up with two types of throw-away lines:

1) Lines on the literal level (the textual layer=plot) that have ONE meaning (even if, at that point in the story, that meaning is still obscure to us, i.e. if the line serves the purpose of foreshadowing future events).

2) Lines that operate on both the literal level (textual layer) AND a subtextual level (metaphorical layer underneath) and thus have TWO different (sometimes divergent) meanings; they can even have three different meanings, when the meta-level is involved.

Let me give you an example: August’s line in s1 during the initiation party that you mentioned in your ask about being able to ‘murder somebody here without it ever coming out’ (I’m paraphrasing). That line is most likely a case of type 1. from our list above, i.e. it operates on the literal level of the script even if we assume it foreshadows some future revelation that we don't yet know anything about. It’s not a line that’s plugged into a metaphor. It’s not metaphorical subtext; it’s text.

If August were to proceed to murder (or try to murder) someone later on. Or alternatively get killed himself. Or if we were find out that somebody else was murdered and it was covered it up, then that would give us a resolution, explain to us why the line was said in the first place and what surprising revelation exactly it was foreshadowing.

This line is however (most likely) not a metaphor. In a metaphor something else represents the concept you’re trying to allude to. Just to give you an example: When Wilhelm in episode two of season one tells Simon in the boat to ‘keep the strokes close to the surface of the water, so as not to expend too much energy’, this is clearly a metaphorical line (type 2. from our list above) because it clearly has two meanings: the literal one (rowing advice) and the metaphorical one (rather dumb and conservative relationship advice). And we instantly see that it’s a metaphor because one thing (rowing) represents another thing (feelings/relationships), one concept stands in for another one.

This is most likely not the case with the ‘murder someone’ line: Here one thing (murdering someone) literally means that same thing (murdering someone). It’s (most likely) not a metaphor; it’s not metaphorical subtext; it’s just text – even if the meaning of the text is currently obscure to us because the show isn’t yet finished.

Why am I telling you all of this (you’re probably bored just reading it because you know all of this already :D)…

Because what I’m mainly concentrating on in my metaphor posts on my substack blog is the metaphorical subtext, i.e. the metaphorical lines, the type 2. lines, so to speak. I sometimes use plain textual lines (type 1 lines) as evidence when I think they are somehow connected to a broader point I’m trying to make or reinforce an argument I’m making, but I don’t really discuss them in and of themselves.

Mainly because, with a line that still hasn’t revealed its meaning to us because it’s obscure at this point in the story, I just don’t really know what to do with it. We can speculate what it means (which is always interesting, of course), but ultimately we don’t know. It’s fun. But if it’s not connected to the metaphorical subtext, I will probably not write about it in and of itself.

Now, as for the Rosh’s line that you mentioned (and thank you again for reminding me, my brain is like a sieve sometimes), that one arguably straddles the boundary between text and subtext, between type 1 line and type 2 line: Rosh, Ayub and Simon are pretty much talking figuratively already at that point, i.e. when Rosh says, “Where are you going?” she isn't asking whether Simon is literally leaving the room, this is meant figuratively (‘where are you going in life?’). It clearly foreshadows Simon’s path that’ll lead him away from Bjärstad not just as a place, but away from the narrow confines of his working class upbringing. So far the line is not a metaphor yet (there isn’t one concept that stands in for another one like, say, ‘water’ for feelings, or a ‘suitcase’ for a burdensome role, or ‘music’ for love, or the ‘ear’ for the heart, etc.). But it’s definitely meant to be understood figuratively. So far it has had only a tragic meaning (Simon only ‘went viral’ in the context of a crime that was committed against his privacy), but when it comes to leaving Bjärstad and the confines of his working class upbringing behind, I could very well see this at some point mean something along the lines of: going to university or study music at a conservatory - something often frowned upon in a milieu with a working-class background (the age-old, “What do you need that highfalutin' stuff for? Learn a trade like everyone else in the family!”). I still have a tiny hope that, “Where are you going?” might mean the famous Verbier Music Festival. If Simon gets at least an invitation in the mail and that’s the third time Verbier is mentioned (in a much more positive light than before), I would be over the moon.

Ultimately, it’s again a line that can foreshadow a lot of things, but it’s (probably) not meant to be understood entirely metaphorically, which is also why I most likely won’t discuss it on the blog itself where I’ll try to stick strictly to the metaphors.Does that make any sense?

I feel I’ve written too much, but I hope that makes up at least a little bit for the long delay.

Thank you again for your kind words, and you’re always welcome to read more on the blog. Even if I take a tumblr break, I will keep posting a new article every week (usually on the weekend).

All the best!

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