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Stay - Henry Cavill - (Grand Suite part six)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Throughout this miniseries there will be 18+ content so minors DNI!

Word count: approx. 2,3k

A/N: Hi there lovelies, can I just say that I am SO bummed that Henry isn't gonna play Geralt or Superman anymore? I feel so sad for him :( Anyway here we have part six of Grand Suite. Thank you all for leaving a comment or reblog my writing, it much appreciated. Hope you enjoy this part as well ☺️ Read the other parts here -> Masterlist Grand Suite🔥

As the end credits appeared on the screen you felt Henry shift a bit so he could look at you.

After your make-out session you decided to watch the movie he suggested and tried your best to keep your hands to yourselves. Besides some light touching and subtle stroking you both behaved quite well. During the movie you repositioned yourself so you could curl up on his chest while he wrapped his arm around you.

He cleared his throat as his eyes searched your face. “What do you think? Did you like it?”

You looked back at him and nodded, “I did, you picked a good one.”

He smiled and softly stroked an invisible pattern on your upper arm with his index finger. But after a few seconds his expression suddenly became more serious and his smile faded.

“Would you like to stay tonight?” He asked and swallowed while awaiting your response. You pressed your lips together and tilted your head.

Stay tonight? But.. why? Was it just so you could - as Jenny would say - pound another round? Why would it be more than that? How would it be more? Even though you had a nice conversation in the bath earlier you still just met and didn’t know each other that well. And besides, he would leave in just one month so it wouldn’t be like you had loads of time to get to know each other.

So did that mean that he just wanted you for sex? And if he did, would you mind? Apart from the fact that you had mind blowing sex, could there be more? Was that something you wanted? Not to be ungrateful for the time you’ve spent together but you were also realistic. Even though you had this massive crush on him and your head in the clouds you still had your feet on the ground and you wanted to be sure to stay this way. The last thing you wanted was to catch feelings and end up with a broken heart. All you fancied was to just have fun and enjoy one another as long as possible, no strings attached. You weren’t opposed to the idea of spending the upcoming month together especially since he transcended your sexual desires. You furrowed your brows and opened your mouth but the words in your head were so tangled up that nothing came out. Henry noticed and his expression softened.

“Look, you don’t have to if you don’t want to. The last thing I want is that you feel obliged to stay.”

You nodded. “I appreciate you saying that,” he mirrored your nod and waited for you to continue. “But I just want to be clear about-“ you waved your hands between the two of you, “whatever this is. It's no secret that I have a crush on you but it was all just a hook-up to begin with. If I’m being honest and realistic I don’t expect anything from you, that’s why I left last time.”

You paused and took a deep breath. Henry kept holding your gaze.

“Let me tell you what I think Joanne,” he started and stopped his expedition on your skin. "Besides the fact that you make me feel like a hormonal horny teenager again I just want you to know that I do like you and something about you intrigues me. But to be very clear about this- I don’t expect anything from you either.”

You bit your tongue as you let the words sink in. I do like you. Even though you were flattered you kept reminding yourself to not get ahead of this. This was the real world. And this wasn’t a girl-meets-hot-actor-crush-and-they-lived-happily-ever-after story.

“How about we make a deal?” He asked and you tilted your head.

“A deal?”

“A deal.” He replied firmly as you sat up straight.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” You asked.

He cleared his throat as he straightened his back. “It’s clear that we like each other, right?”

You nodded. “Right.”

“And we both like each others company,” he paused for a moment and a smirk started to form on his face. “And we both like having sex with each other, right?”

“Right.” You said and bit your lip as the flashbacks of your wild and sensual time together ran through your mind.

“Wait let me rephrase that since ‘like’ doesn’t quite cover it. We both are hungry for the touch of the other, right?”

You licked your lips and hummed. “I guess you can also say ‘starved’.”

Henry grinned wickedly and slowly leaned in. “Starved for sure.”

Your pulse quickened as the space between you got smaller and the tension bigger. Suddenly Henry’s words about feeling like a hormonal teenager ran through your mind and you couldn’t agree more. Somehow he set you aflame with just his gaze, your skin suddenly grew taught and a sense of hunger flooded your veins. No not an hunger, you were starving. Skin starved to be touched by him.

Your panting increased as his hands glided over the duvet between you. A shudder crept over your spine as his warm palms touched your exposed knees.

“So Joanne,” his voice made you snap out of your thoughts. “Let’s enjoy the time we have together. No expectations or obligations.”

You took a deep breath. Somehow a small weight was lifted from your shoulders as he shared the same thoughts and you replied. “No feelings, no strings attached, just sex.”

His eyes darkened as a deep growl rumbled from his chest. “Deal.”

“Deal.” As soon as the word left your lips Henry had lurched forward, grabbed you by the edge of your robe and hauled you on his lap. Your hands cradled his face and pulled him into a searing kiss. His stubble scrapped against your palms as you placed your knees on either side of his broad waist.

The position caused you to lower your pelvis onto his and felt how his erection pressed against you. The only barrier between you was his robe since yours hang loosely around your body, the thick fabric unfastened when he had tugged you against him.

Henry pushed the robe down, exposing your naked body. But quickly his colossal hands were on you and followed the curve of your waist, moving upwards and squeezed your breasts.

You felt his hot breath on your skin as he took your nipple in his mouth. Sucking on the sensitive bud while you started to grind your hips, drawing a curse from him. You placed your hands on top of his and squeezed, indicating to increase his grip. Wanting more, wanting it harder and wanting him closer.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He said. Hearing his deep voice and feeling his hardened cock had your train of thoughts derailing.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back roughly. A surprised gasp left his lips as his darkened eyes widened. Quickly a smirk appeared on his face. Oh he definitely liked it.

Digging your nails into the skin of his chest made him hiss. You leaned forward, your lips touching the shell of his ear as you put on a soft and sensual voice. “I am going to tell you something and you will do as I say, agreed?”

Even though you loved to be submissive there was also something exciting about being the dominant one. You may not have that much experience in this role but now you really felt like it and wondered if Henry would like it too.

Henry grunted and hoarsely vocalized his consent. “Yes.”

“Good,” you answered and grabbed his wrists and placed them above his head. “Keep ‘em here.”

His nostrils flared and a muscle in his jaw tensed but he did as you told. You started to kiss his jaw softly, descending to the side of his neck and placed another one there. Pressing your lips against his delicate skin again and again.

After a few kisses you sank your teeth into his skin, not too harsh but with enough pressure that made him hiss. You scraped your teeth down his neck and varied between kissing, biting and sucking. As you moved further down you reached his sternum. While pressing another kiss you looked up at him from underneath your lashes.

Henry’s lustful eyes followed you closely. Soft pants escaped his lips as his chest rose and fell.

You grasped the sides of his robe and pushed them aside so you could continue your descend. Dragging your nails over his flesh while you traced this invisible path with your lips and tongue while keeping his gaze. The movement extracted a shudder from him.

“Ah fuck,” he whimpered. His hands automatically reached for you but you were quick to react. Moving back up you grabbed his wrists and slammed them next to his head again. Putting your full weight onto them to indicate that you were in control. There was no way you could actually win from him since he was way stronger and could easily overpower you. But the message was received as you clicked your tongue at him.

“Do that again and I will stop.” You said. Henry grunted in response. Clearly struggling to control himself but, again, did as you told.

Continuing your oral expedition you moved lower and lower. As you reached his stomach you wickedly licked each one of his abs while squeezing his thighs with your hands. He wriggled underneath your touch but kept his arms up, just like you demanded.

You could feel his hard-on press against the underside of your boobs and suddenly an idea popped up in your head. Looking up you pressed your boobs together, capturing his cock in-between. A curse fell from his lips.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. You started to move up and down, putting more pressure while holding his gaze. Henry clenched his teeth and bucked his hips to match your rhythm.

A sudden rush of excitement and confidence washed over you for having him under your control. For now at least. After several thrusts you moved further down and took him straight into your mouth which drew another curse from him.

While pleasuring him with your mouth you let your hands glide over his tree trunk thighs, massaging the muscles there. His eyes fluttered close as he fisted his hands into his own hair, struggling with keeping them there. You moved your hands down to cup his balls while licking and sucking his cock.

That was the moment Henry said ‘fuck it’, grabbed your wrists and threw you onto your back. In a blink he was hovering over you. Pressing his full-body weight onto you while catching your lips in a hungry kiss.

“Fuck woman, what are you doing to me,” he muttered and guided himself at your soaked entrance. You let out a breathy moan and held onto his biceps.

The same feeling you had when you entered his suite this morning washed over you again. Your skin thrummed with a feral need to be touched. Your core clenching around nothing made you almost go mad, especially because you craved the way he felt, how he filled you up. The memory of it alone made you almost moan.

“Please Henry,” you pleaded and before your could finish your sentence he had already moved forward, filling your oh-so desperate hole.

He leaned onto his forearms, the position caused him to move closer and you shuddered as you felt the soft curls of his chest brush your pebbled nipples. His warm breath caressed your face and his clear-blue eyes stared right into yours.

His brows furrowed as he started to increase the pace, you moving along with him. Eyes fluttering close as he started to drive your closer to your peak. You clutched his curls as the moans started to spill out of your mouth, encouraging him to keep doing what he was doing.

Because what he was doing.. it was like a drug and it had you insanely addicted. Wanting all of it and above all wanting it more and more and more.

“Ah yes, just like that,” you whimpered.

Henry growled and grabbed your jaw. “Open your eyes,” he commanded and with a lot of effort you tried to obey him. The impact of your building orgasm now so close. “Look at me and come with me.” Those words and the way he was fucking you threw you straight over the edge. Causing you to shout his name in bliss as the wave of your release washed over you, Henry joining you on the same wave when his orgasm hit him too.

The sound of your body fluids, slapping skin and moans filled the room. Your ears ran from the way the dopamine was pounding through your veins.

“My, my, Joanne,” Henry started. “You drive me insane.”

You let out a shaky laugh and relaxed your grip on his curls. Now softly stroking them instead.

“You are amazing.” You retorted. Henry smiled and pressed a quick peck on the corner of your mouth.

“Stay here.”

He got up and made his way to the bathroom. Stay here. Well, that wouldn’t be a problem since you didn’t thrust your trembling legs. While catching your breath Henry returned with a warm cloth and handed it you so you could clean up.

After you were finished you threw the cloth next to the bed and made your way to lay next to Henry. He threw the comfortable blanked over you and tugged you closer to him.

“Well?” He asked and brushed a strain of hair behind your ear. You looked at him in confusion. “What?” “So, are you staying? Tonight? With me?”

You couldn’t help when a smile tugged at your lips. “I’d love too."

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A few hours passed when you woke up and licked your lips. Wanting to turn onto your side but were held back and felt a straining feeling at your wrists. What?

Furrowing your brows you tilted you head back so you could look up and your mouth fell open. Your hands were tied to the bed with the bathrobe string. You were fucking tied to the bed. Your breath hitched and quickly looked next to you and met Henry who carried a very smug look on his face.

“What..” You asked in confusion and felt your heart beat rise while trying to comprehend the situation while giving a tug at the fabric.

“I wanted to make sure you’d stay.” You heard him say and looked back at him. “You don’t blame me, now do you, darling?”

Your mouth was still open forming an ‘O’. You were lost for words and kind of swept away with how Henry looked with that smug on his face and the way that dark-brown curl fell onto his forehead.

“And even though I did enjoy the fact that you were in control earlier, I prefer to have the reigns into my own hands. I can’t wait to have my way with you.”

Oh boy. Well neither could you.

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Binderary 2023 Wrap-Up!

Binderary 2023 is over, and I come bearing some stats, thoughts, and a compiled list of my QOTD answers! :3

Stats:

Books planned: 7

Books completed: 7/7 (woohoo!)

Fandoms: 3 (Yuri on Ice, Harry Potter, and The Sandman)

Total word count: 340,654

List of books (from left to right):

Maybe sprout wings by @moorishflower

Flower King by @landwriter

The Politeness of Princes by @aboxthecolourofheartache

Uncertain Results (also by Box!)

I'm caught inside every open eye (also also by Box :3)

Not pictured (on account of them being given away as gifts!):

My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie (aka xxxbloodyrists666xxx) (community typeset by @renegadepublishing)

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin (typesetting by @ziezie13 <3)

QOTD answers under the cut (and these are copied directly from our DW post, just with added tumblr @'s!)

1. What does Renegade mean to you?

Renegade has, in all honesty, probably changed the course of my life! That's not hyperbole--it's had such a huge influence on my hobbies, my friendships, my academic trajectory, even my career. I was still in undergrad when I found ASH's post on fanbinding, and I was very lost as to what the next steps would be. And like so many others experienced, the pandemic only made things even murkier and more isolating. Then I found ASH's manifesto in June 2020, worked up the courage to join the Discord in July 2020, and found a community of like-minded weirdos who were just as passionate (if not even more so!) about their favorite stories, and a craft that I fall a little bit more in love with every day (well, most days. fuckin printers man XD). I wrote my honors thesis thanks to Renegade; I've made lifelong friends thanks to Renegade; I have my current job, in a field I love, thanks to Renegade. (My first Rocky Horror Picture show at Havencon 2022? All thanks to Renegade :D) This really feels like my forever fandom home-- even when I jump around from fandom to fandom, there's always a wonderful and supportive community to fall back on. In short, I really love it here, I'm so pleased with what we've done so far, and I can't wait to see where we go! ❤️

2. Favorite Fic

As everyone else who answered this, this question is IMPOSSIBLE. However, if you put a gun to my head and told me to answer right now, I'd have to say Tell Me About the Big Bang (my binding of it here!) It's one of the fics that has touched me most deeply and which has probably had the greatest influence on my writing. It was one of the first fics I'd ever bound, and I really wanted to rebind it to see how far I've come!

3. One thing you'd like to learn more about

GOD SO MANY THINGS. Backing! Headband techniques. Chisel trimming. Edge gilding. Tiny books. More advanced Cricut techniques. More cohesive and professional-looking graphic design. This hobby is really a dozen hobbies in a trench coat, and there's so much to explore.

4. Paper!

For my textblocks, I use 20 lb. cream Hammermill paper! I order it in 11"x 17" and get it cut in half for short grain, like a lot of other folks at Renegade. Recently I've started experimenting with quarto-sized Legal (8.5"x 14")and fell in love. I also want to try a bunch of the other paper that folks have suggested (looking at @robins-egg-bindery Mohawk Via o.o). For my endpapers, I usually use scrapbook paper from those scrapbook paper packs you can get at Michaels and Joann's (and when they're on sale...WOOF)

5. Cloth!

DUO BOOKCLOTH MY BELOVED. God I wish I'd gotten in on the Renegade group order - but ah well. Big fan of making my own though! There are just so many options to choose from, so it really expands what you can do (again: a dozen hobbies and crafts in a trench coat)

6. The Glue War

LOVE me some PVA! I know that it gives you less time to do things, but I get impatient XD. Plus it's cheap and easy to find and ready to use right out of the bottle, which is great. I've tried my hand at making starch paste + PVA with very mixed (ha!) results, although I had a wonderful time with some methyl cell that @simply-sithel gifted me at Havencon last year <3 So mayhaps will have to buy more of that for a future project!

I also love my Cricut Explore 2, Charlotte! She holds up very well, although I think she's due for a blade refill soon. I've just been setting my pressure higher and higher LOL

7. Machines

Love my Epson ecotank! I recently bought it--for the first two years I was going to my local print shop because the quality was great and I had a discount card. Unfortunately the discount card eventually expired, so I decided to bite the bullet and get my own printer. I really love it! I didn't want to have to deal with laser and printing in color can get pricey--the cartridges are just so goddamn expensive, although I do think laser prints in higher quality. Mayhaps a future purchase, because I'd really like to experiment with foiling!

8. Favorite binding technique

Ooh this one is interesting! I know which part of the process I enjoy the most, which is sewing! Kettle stitch my beloved. ALTHOUGH I am a sucker for the French link too--it's just so pretty! And we just had a wonderful workshop put on last week by @queercore-curriculum on their...embroidered binding/long-stitch binding (??? I don't know if there's an official name for it yet), which I LOVE. Glueless bindings are SO cool and I would love to experiment more with them.

9. Your best tip/trick

Ooh! Hmmm...I'd say: never bind while you're super tired/hungry LOL. I've made many a preventable mistake very late at night because I wanted to get something cased in or glued before bed when I probably should've waited till morning XD That being said, on the flip side I think you should never be afraid to experiment! Go hog wild!!! Use those glitter pens!! Try out that fancy silk for your endbands!! Try that new binding style! And if you fuck up, remember that's okay too! These are handmade objects and those mistakes are proud proof of that, and of your journey as a fanbinder. Stick 'em in the channel on the Discord, laugh and (maybe cry a little XD) about it, and then keep going. tldr; ya live and learn!

10. Favorite Detail

Ooh, this one's hard! I love leaving little Easter eggs in my designs. I'd say my favorite is putting my maker's mark on things! My imprint is Moonham Press (a fun mix of my usernames, chubsthehamster and chubsonthemoon), and the logo includes a little crescent moon. I'd actually been binding for about two years when I finally made the imprint--I used to think that it was...idk, kind of weird to put myself in the book? Like I was taking away from the story inside it. But then I got to thinking--well, hey, I'm the one who made this book, right? If nothing else, putting my mark on it tells someone who may pick it up one day that I was connected to this story. Some conversations with some folks at Renegade during Havencon 2022 also helped me embrace this. So these days I put my imprint logo in the typesetting, and I also put it on the cover somewhere! My favorite spots are either on the spine, between the title and author name, or on the back cover, in the bottom left corner :D

11. Spines

Spines are the bane of my existence. Haha, jk. They're mostly just tedious, since they're one of the only parts of the process that still require precise measurement (I've cut templates for everything else by now, and I use my guillotine to cut boards, so that goes super fast). For my thicker books I use Bristol board; I actually still use the same sheets I bought in 2020 when I first started binding--I didn't know how much I would really need so I think I ordered four massive sheets which will probably last me for ten years LOL. For my thinner books, I use Davy board, which is a pain to cut but gives the book a really nice board feel. And for my paperbacks, the spine is just the cover, which I make out of kraft paper for the backing + the decorative paper (usually scrapbook paper or something I've designed and printed)

12. Mistakes/Fails

Ooh BOY are there many. My most recent was my experiment with making a hardback quarto letter. I made the hinge waaaaay too small so when I tested the case the textblock was sticking out of it LOL. But I've been pretty lucky--this is only the second case I've had to remake in my time as fanbinder *KNOCKS ON WOOD*, but my printer fuck-ups when I was trying to figure out how to print on legal sized paper (since my printer doesn't duplex) probably make up for the luck I've had in the case department XD. Casing in, though--I think I've had maaaaaybe...two or three case-ins where I was completely happy with the results. A large part of this is because my guillotine doesn't cut completely straight, so my squares are never even LOL. But hey, I'm not getting paid for this, and I'm having fun, so eh.

13. Process

Ooh, interesting! My process has remained largely unchanged--I think the only thing that has really changed is now the frequency at which I print. I used to print at a print shop, so I'd make typesets in large batches--usually two to four books, sometimes more (I think the most I've done at a time is five?), and I'd make a day out of it. Now that I have my printer at home though, I can do things in smaller batches! I can also test print things, so I've been able to get a lot more experimental with my books sizes and my covers. Everything else has remained largely the same--the first book I did I typeset in MS Word, but everything after that I've all done in Affinity Publisher. I typeset > print > bind > take pictures! I really like how different each step is (like I said, twelve different hobbies in a trench coat), so there's always something different to do if I get bored. My favorite parts are probably designing covers and sewing the signatures!

14. Storage solutions

OUGH. I have one of those rollaway drawer thingies for all my tools, a dozen scrapbook paper containers, several large baskets for my vinyl and cloth, a hanging stand for my larger sheets of decorative paper, a standing desk which holds my Cricut and printer (a few of the aforementioned vinyl baskets are under this desk too), another rollaway basket thingy that holds my printing paper and my press (also under the standing desk), another desk which holds both my two guillotines and cutting mats (and under that desk are all my scrapbook paper containers and Cricut mats), and a final third desk where I keep all my sewing stuff and where I do my typesetting and other sitting-down parts of the process. And of course my shelves for all my books! This doesn't really give a sense of where everything is, but it's actually fairly organized, and for the most part I know where everything is (except for my FUCKING bone folder god that thing is always ending up in places I do not remember putting it XD)

15. Your Workspace

Ah, see my answer to 14! I'll probably upload a photo here later XD

16. Dust jackets and covers

Oooh, I've never made a dust jacket before--I don't think my printer could handle the wonky paper size that it requires, but they look really cool and I'd maybe be up for making one someday! And covers! Both my greatest love and my greatest enemy. They're super fun to design, but this is one part of the process that always feels like an uphill battle for me! There are so many skilled and talented folks in Renegade with GORGEOUS covers, and it's always a mix of being incredibly inspired and getting some design envy--but either way it's very motivating to keep me out of my comfort zone and to always keep trying new things. I use decorative paper and scrapbook paper mostly for the base material (although I've begun experimenting with designing things digitally and printing them out on Epson matte presentation paper), and then the rest is fuck it, we ball. I usually design the cover last, so I have an entire typeset and title page already when I begin, which makes things a little easier since I have an already established aesthetic to work with. My font selection is kind of determined by how small the text for the title/author name is, since my Cricut isn't great at cutting super small sizes (Times New Roman, funnily enough, is one of the only fonts that it can do at smaller sizes LOL so a lot of the text on my covers/spines are in TNR). I'm excited to keep improving and experimenting in this area!

17. Published inspiration

Ooh!! This one's fun--when I first began making my Master pages in Affinity publisher, I literally grabbed the first few books I saw on my shelf and said 'alright, this looks good' and haven't looked back since LOL. Those books were Vintage's editions of Toni Morrison's novels, Picador's Gilead by Marilynne Robinson, Vintage's edition of Willa Cather's The Song of the Lark, Fall River's omnibus editions of Shakespeare and Sherlock Holmes's works, Penguin Classic's Deluxe edition of Jane Austen's novels, and a few others that I can't remember. I looked at all these books, found what they had in common (for example, a simple title page before the decorative title page, the use of a single graphic or design at the beginning of each chapter, etc.) and went with that! I don't usually take inspiration from specific books, EXCEPT for a project I'm currently working on which I'm super excited about :3 More TK here eheh (ADDITION 3/7: I was talking about Maybe sprout wings here LOL)

18. Illustrations

FANART MY BELOVED. I LOVE including fanart in my books, because it's such a lovely demonstration of the communal nature of these stories and it's so fun getting to collect all the pieces. For free use graphics my favorite sites are Adobe Stock images and Heritage Library. Heritage in particular has a beautiful selection of free vintage graphics packs that I've used for years now. And very occasionally, wingdings fonts will have something I really like XD

19. Favorite tool

Despite my gripes earlier about always misplacing it, I ADORE my bone folder. It's a funky lil dude and it makes all my edges nice and crisp! I can't wait for the retreat bone folder fufu :3 Also a very big fan of my guillotine, which despite its flaws makes my life a hell of a lot easier in the long run, as well as my presses, which were handmade by my dad and do their jobs very well (squiiiiiiish)

20. Favorite part of the binding process

Oooh, this one's fun! I really like the actual construction of the book--sewing sigs is always relaxing and has been one of my fave parts since the very beginning. Recently I've started to really enjoy designing covers, especially if there are a lot of physical elements (like layering scrapbook paper or playing around with Mod Podge).

I had the absolute privilege to hold @clovenhoofbindery's copy of Away Childish Things at Havencon last year. Literally every book Space makes I fall in love with, and her designs are a HUGE inspiration for me. Everything from the typesetting to cover design to physical construction--I lose my marbles every time.

21. Inspo: The binder that inspired you!

Ohhh this one's so hard! Literally every time I check the #show-off channel in the Discord I'm struck by so many beautiful books. I'm going to cheat and name a few people here, but this list is by no means comprehensive and doesn't even begin to cover everyone I could name.

Everything @pleasantboatpress binds is just so beautiful. Their color choices are always inspired and their headbands make me want to cry! Their bind of Unconditional in particular had me foaming at the mouth.

The quality of everything @zhalfirin-binds makes, likewise, always blows me away. Her books are so polished and professional, and her photos make me feel like I'm in a museum when I'm trawling her blog for inspo!

@simply-sithel's tiny books are literally the coolest things ever! I'm still working my way through the Binderary vids and I can't wait to get to hers. Six plays with form in mind-bending and truly innovative ways, and her blog is wonderland of tiny and fantastical book creatures.

@teleportbooks's binds are the definition of classy and refined. They're so good at designing their books according to the contents of the fic--their binding of Thirty-Three Lashes in particular is just the best design centered around fic content and title I've seen. Their designs always make me melt a little when I see them!

@no-name-publishing's endbands are to DIE for. Like fr I am in awe every time!!! And Kam's cover + title page designs are a huge source of inspo for me--forever in love with this bind of theirs, with the beautiful painted cover + matching endpapers T_T

And of course!!! I (and everyone else) wouldn't be here without our beloved leader, @armoredsuperheavy. He's the first binder that ever inspired me, and he continues to do so today!

22. Inspo: The fic that inspired you!

My original answer was also my answer for 27 ("First bind"), but I'm gonna say something a little different here! I usually know pretty quickly whether I'm interested in binding something, but very rarely has a fic gotten me hook, line, and sinker the way @that-banhus's King of Infinite Space did. Like, from the first line I was like "oh god I need to hold this one." And eventually I did! :3

23. Author spotlight: Someone you've bound

AHHHHHH this one is so hard too! I've bound a good number of authors over the years, many of whom are my dear friends, and to spotlight only a single one would be impossible. So I'm just going to poke @dodici12, whose killugon fic See You Upside Down is one of the best killugon reunion fics ever in my very humble hamster opinion. Hiiiii Tessa ilysm <333

24. Author spotlight: Someone you'd like to bind

OOOOOH. Many, many fics are in my queue. I'll keep them to myself for now, since I prefer to ask for author permission via DM, but atm I have my eye on a few Good Omens authors whose work I adore!

25. Favorite bind by you!

THIS ONE IS SO HARD AJLSKDJF. I love all my babies so much and I'm proud of what I was able to accomplish and what I learned from each of them. However, if you put a gun to my head and asked me to choose right now, I'd have to go with my most recent bind of Maybe sprout wings by @moorishflower. I'm really pleased with both its construction and particularly the curation of its contents, which includes the work of nearly a dozen people. It was my attempt at capturing the communal nature of fanfiction's creation and dispersal, and it was also my Big Project this Binderary. I'm ridiculously fond and proud of it!

26. Favorite bind by someone else!

THIS ONE IS SO HARD TOO HELP. Okay this is only one of my many many favorites, but dragging Space back out here again to say that her bind of Away Childish Things permanently altered my brain chemistry. Like, the cutout!!! The patronuses!!!! The title page cutout???? THE KEY??? Again, I held this book in my hands IN PERSON last year and I'm still not over it. The quality of the work is absolutely bonkers crazy incredible and I think about it Often.

27. First bind

The very first fic I ever bound was On Stranger Tides by @theroyalsavage. It's still one of my favorite fics ever today--it has the perfect blend of action/adventure, romance, humor, and fantasy. It gives me the good ol' "roaming the high seas with found family and magic and pirates" ache. It holds a very special place in my heart!

FINAL THOUGHTS

28. Latest bind

See 22! But for funsises, I'm also ridiculously fond of the binding before that, of @aboxthecolourofheartache's fic The Politeness of Princes, because I got to do lots of fun arts and crafty things with the cover!

This was my first year doing Binderary, and I had such a blast! It's so crazy seeing how far Renegade has come, from a little Discord for book shop chatting (ASH mentioned in one of the talks how it was just called, like, "Bookbinding Discord" at the beginning LOL) to now. We're well on our way to a proper organizational structure, with several yearly events, in-person meetups, and thousands of members all over the world. And we have so much more planned! It feels truly special, and I'm so grateful to everyone who makes this possible.

Okay!! That's all from me for today, folks. If you made it this far, thanks so much for reading! <3

#binderary2023 #fanbinding #bookbinding #ficbinding

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the-metal-pixie · 1 month

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Well, this is me (This got kinda long mb 😭)

Rlly edgy cringe zombie metal fairy sona

Call me pixie, pixette or… I guess spacechild too?

She/her, gay girl, minor, yada yada

Anyways, sometimes I draw for fun and I’m sorta kinda good at it

Glad to be here, lots more fanart coming soon, I’m really grateful for everyone who’s been supporting me <3

I got a lot of really sweet and fun responses bfdsfghitrtgyhcu I don’t deserve this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Never been in tumblr before so I’m still getting used to this

(No way I’m finishing this drawing- lazy)

Fun(?) facts yay

- I play guitar and violin

- My favorite metal genres are Thrash, power, neoclassical, glam, and recently started listening to death metal

- I have a pretty broad music taste, I have a soft spot for popular, pop if you will, music from the 1920s to 2000s

- I usually dress like I’m allergic to colors but sometimes I need to look like the girliest girl’s girl that ever girled in the world

- I like to pretend I’m this really hardcore stereotypical teen but I couldn’t hurt a fly if I wanted to (being fr rn, it would probably beat me up first)

- I discovered KISS during mid-pandemic but haven’t interacted much with the fandom until beginning of last year (when I started doing fanart). Read my first kiss fanfic at my worst new year all-nighter and haven’t recovered since

- I feel kinda bad for reading/making gay content when I’m not even attracted to men

- When I like something, I try to learn and remember as much as I can about it (I have great memory for these things but horrible for everything else, somehow not failing school)

- Speaking of, here’s some stuff I like (aka things I devote my time and energy to consume and can’t shut up about): Michael Jackson, KISS, the actual fking titanic, Sanrio (DONT LEAVE I promise I’m not one of THOSE people), internet horror, girly things, lost media, old Barbie movies, 2010s YouTube, Monster High g1, attractive women

- RANDOM TANGENT! List of attractive women I find attractive (no particular order except for the first one):

<<WINONA RYDER>>

Joann Jett

Natasha Lyonne

Amy Lee

Hayley Williams

Kristen Stewart

Cyndi Lauper

80s Xuxa

Ann and Nancy Wilson

Ace Frehley

- Favorite movies (Actually in order):

Titanic

But I’m a Cheerleader

Rocky (1976)

Grease (1978)

Wizard of Oz

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

- Ace made me want to pick up a guitar, wow, big deal, so original

- I legit thought he was a girl when I first saw him without makeup (There’s no way I was the only one, or maybe I’m just dumb)

Spacechild lore + Fanfic related stuff at the very end

I talked briefly about this on the previous post, but I have this story on the Spaceman and Starchild that I plan around while I’m sleeping (I don’t have anywhere to write it down but still remember all of it) can’t really explain how my brain works BUUT what I can do is tell you the story!

Since I can’t write, feel free to borrow or steal any of my ideas since I’m probably never using them (unless I decide to make an illustrated novel/webcomic or something, but don’t expect anything from me)

Starchild is a lonely alien living in what’s left of the only planet that used to orbit him before he became a Star being (basically a living star going boom supernova and transforming into a humanoid). His only “company” is a woman who visits him in his dream, to whom he refers to as The Elder (It’s kinda like a parent child relationship, she’s the star that “gave birth” to him, get it? Star-child? I’m really smart, I know). He can see the future but since nothing ever happens to him, there’s nothing to predict… UNTIL

He has a dream about laying down on a dark, grassy field staring up at the sky, as he usually did, but this time, the stars that were always so far away, appeared to be curiously looking back at him, eager to know what was going to happen. Among them, there was a bigger, brighter blue light that appeared to be coming towards him. Scared, he tried to reach out to the elder, but she didn’t answer, right before the light got to him, he woke up

After waking up, Starchild just brushed it off as a strange dream and decided to take a walk. He eventually found himself sitting on a familiar looking field, he looked up, but everything seemed normal except for an unusual light out in the distance who appeared to be getting closer. Is it a shooting star? Is it a spaceship? Is it a… COMET?

It crashed right beside him, and when he opened his eyes, there it was. A frozen ice rock sitting right beside him, but when he looked up at it, there was something, someone sitting on top of it

A strange man looked back at him with a smile

There’s more but It’s not completely set in stone, I just know I want Spaceman to take Starchild to see earth and have fun adventures with him + Catman and Fox

They were really close friends that like to travel together, then one day they got turned into animals by an ankh wizard while visiting Egypt (also not set in stone but I really want Vinnie to make an appearance)

After their shared traumatic experience, they become practically brothers, learning how to live with their powers and animalistic needs

I wanted to maybe add a Demon cameo but idk where he could fit 🤘

FAV FANFIC TROPES LETS GO

- Slow burns

-“There was only one bed”

- Denial

- Found family (if you couldn’t tell by this point)

- Characters with no grasp on social cues

- Height difference

- Hurt Comfort

Other fic ideas I think about but aren’t as developed as the previous one

- Spacechild raising a baby (Would probably take place after the first story if it happens to have a sequel)

- Actual superhero origin stories

- Spaceman accidentally clones himself and ends up with an opposite version of him (Basically Tommy and Ace as some kind of opposite twins)

- Re-writing of kiss meets the phantom (Even though it’s already perfect it the way it is)

- Fox and Catman backstory

This is finally over

It’s the 2nd time I’m writing this thing bcs my dumbass forgot to save it 🫶

Anyways If anyone read this whole thing, thank you

I have no idea how to end this 🤘

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Hello! I like the way you write! your work is the best!

I have a fanfiction request

San.

I would like something dirty with fluff

but there is a request, San has bad habits

I mean smoking or drinking alcohol.

I know it's shitty but I just think you understand.

And please dirty talk in dialect

Thanxxx 🖤🖤🖤

I normally don't take requests but this one intrigued me so here we go

Perfect Match

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 6k

Includes- Sex, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, sex from behind, riding, missionary, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, San is a smoker, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @kjqueen05 @san-realblkwife

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J POV

"He's staring at you again", Amara says, her eyes flitting to the bar and back

I know who she's talking about

The Korean guy who's always at the bar that we frequent

Sitting in the corner, drinking either shots or beer

He's absolutely beautiful

Long back hair styled off the back of his forehead with an undercut

Brown eyes

Built, arm muscles to die for and I'm pretty sure his whole body is muscular

Dimples to die for

Insane cheekbones

And tattoos

Fuck tattoos

They're my weakness

Sleeves on both arms, from his fingers to his shoulders and I assume continue to his chest but I'm not sure

One on the side of his neck

And piercings too

Eyebrow ring, nose ring, ears full of earrings

Completely hot

And he does the one thing that turns me off

He smokes

Which is a hard no for me

It's gross and I hate the smell of it

He has tried to approach me a few times but I always evade him by either going to the bathroom or pretending that I'm getting a phone call

But I can't keep this up forever

"Yeah well", I shrug

"Jo, he completely hot and he's interested in you. For the life of me I don't know why you won't give him a shot. Or at least fuck him"

I roll my eyes, "He smokes"

Amara snorts, "So what? You don't need to marry the guy. Just fuck him. One and done"

"No. He'll smell like smoke"

"Joanne! You don't know him! He could be a great guy"

I raise my eyebrows, "Right. Or he could be the bad boy he's portraying. And you know my history with bad boys"

I've sworn off them

All they do is hurt me

I don't want to fuck with another bad boy fuckboy

No thanks

Amara sighs, "You're impossible"

I just shrug, "Yeah but you love me"

"He does look so good today", she comments

I roll my eyes glancing over at him

He does look good in his tight black Tshirt, black jeans and boots

But it doesn't matter

I lift my eyes to his face to see him already looking at me, puffing on a cigarette, blowing the air out of his mouth

When we make eye contact he smiles his gorgeous smile, dimples all out and I look away immediately, my face burning up

Fuck

"You're blushing", Amara teases

"He caught me looking at him"

She laughs, "I would say so. He's coming over here"

"Shit. I have to leave"

"No", Amara barks, surprising me, "You are going to talk to this guy. Either give him a shot or tell him no. Don't string him along"

"I'm not!", I argue

I haven't given him any indication that I'm interested

"You need to tell him you're not interested, if in fact you really aren't. I call bullshit though"

"Amara", I start

"Well I'm off. Text me", she says, suddenly leaving me alone

"Hi", I hear a voice behind me

Fuck

Fuck this, fuck Amara

I take a breath, turning to this guy

"Hi"

"I'm San", he says, with a slight accent

"Joanne", I answer

He nods, smiling

I should just stop this now

"Look, I'm sure you're great and all but I'm not really into bad boys"

His brow furrows, "I'm not a bad boy"

I just raise my eyebrow, in disbelief

"I'm not", he insists

"Sure", I answer, "So the tattoos, the piercings, the drinking and smoking means what? You're a cuddly cat?"

He actually looks a bit offended, "I wouldn't say that but I'm not bad. I like tattoos, I like piercings. I'm not in a gang or anything, I have a job. I don't fuck around with just any girl. I don't have a new girl every night. I'm not a player. I may have some bad habits like smoking and drinking but that doesn't make me bad"

Huh

Well he's defending himself and he's kinda making sense

Just because the way he looks doesn't make him a bad boy

I might have misjudged him

"So you're a good boy?"

"I wouldn't say that", he says, shrugging, "I'm just boy"

I actually laugh at that, "Ok boy"

"And you? Good girl? Bad girl?"

I shake my head smiling, "Just girl"

He smiles again, his dimples so hot, "So you're girl and I'm boy. Sounds like a match"

It would be but for one thing

"Look, I'm sorry but I'm not down with someone who smokes"

He nods, "So I don't smoke around you"

Damn he's persistent

"You'll smell like it"

"Shower before seeing you"

"It'll kill you"

"Not if I quit", he answers, "Eventually"

I really don't know what to say

He has an answer for everything

"So I know you don't like smoking. What about drinking? You don't seem to mind that?"

"As long as you're not pissed faced drink every night and aren't a violet drunk", I answer

"I'm not and I do not get black out drunk. I like remembering what I did the night before"

Well I do too

I've never been so drunk I blacked out

I never want to do that

Amara has and she was a fucking mess

That made up my mind to never be that way

"Plus I drink so I can't say anything about that" I admit

He nods, "True"

"Do you smoke weed? Do drugs?", I ask

I figure this is kinda like an interview so I'll ask him what I want

"Nope. None. Never tried and I don't have any interest"

"So what's your job?"

"Tattoo artist"

"No way! That's awesome"

He smiles, "Yeah it's pretty fun. Do you have any tattoos?"

I nod, "On my back, my thigh, right ribs and my sternum"

"Very sexy places", he smirks

I snort, "Sure, if you say so"

"I do say so"

"Ok then", I answer

"What's your job?"

"No job. I got to school. I'm studying to be a pharmacist"

"Ahh so you're a nerdy girl"

I blush hard, his guess not far off

"I really like nerdy girls", he smirks

I laugh out loud, "Yea ok"

"I do", he says seriously, "That's normally the type of girls I go for"

"Oh well....uh...ok"

He just smiles

He smiles a lot

But with that gorgeous smile, I would be smiling all the time too

"So what's your verdict? Am I a bad boy?"

I can hardly make a decision like that just from this interaction but he really doesn't seem to be

"As of right now, no. You just have a shitty habit"

He shrugs, "No one's perfect"

He's right

No one is

Definitely not me

And I can't deny the attraction I feel for him

He's hot and so far he has a good personality

"You're not just saying all this to get me to sleep with you then you turn out to be a complete asshole, are you?

"No. I don't lie. I hate liars. I have no reason to lie to you"

"Maybe you don't want to get rejected"

He snorts, "I'm fine with rejection. That's not a good enough reason for me to lie about myself and pretend to be something I'm not"

He does have a point

That'd be a lot of trouble for a single fuck

But experience has taught me that guys will do almost anything to get laid

San, however, seems sincere

"Are you lying to me?", he asks

Now I snort, "No. I was going to say no to you remember? There's no reason for me to lie"

"Right", he says, "And are you still saying no?"

I hesitate, then decide to just say fuck it

It's only one night

"No, I'm not. I'm saying yes"

He smiles and I can't keep my mouth closed, "Jesus Christ, you're smile is amazing. Those fucking dimples, fuck"

Then I realize what I said and my cheeks heat up immediately

"You like dimples?", he asks, his smile wider

I nod

He takes my hand and I let him, bring it to his face, putting my fingers on his right dimple

I softly press on his skin, touching him

"I'm not the only one with a good smile", he says, "Yours is fucking gorgeous. It's what made me notice you to begin with"

He's smooth, I'll give him that

His hand gently touches my cheek and I lean into his palm

Fuck, I want him so bad

Taking his other hand, I tell him, "Let's go"

He nods and I pull him towards the exit

Once outside the bar, I text Amara what I'm doing then ask him, "Your place or mine?"

He shrugs, "Whatever you want"

"Mine", I decide

"Lead the way", he says, taking my hand

I smile softly then we start walking

I don't live too far from the bar

Hence why it's the one I go to the most

We walk for about ten minutes to the dorm

"You live here?"

I nod, "In school remember?"

"Uh yeah"

I laugh, "I don't have a roommate. I live alone so we're good"

He nods, "Oh alright"

I take him to my room, locking the door after we're inside

I turn to him, not really knowing what to do

I've had a few one night stands before but I'm always awkward in the beginning

Thankfully, San moves to me, pulling me to him, his lips against mine

His kiss is fucking amazing, his lips so soft and smooth

I move my arms around his neck, letting him slip his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss

His hands move under my shirt, his hands touching my bare skin

Fuck, I need him now

I slowly lift his shirt up, as I kiss him, his arms moving, getting through the sleeves

He breaks the kiss for the short time it takes for the shirt to go over his head, his lips glued right back to mine

His hands move to my back, pulling the strings that are holding my tank top on open

I let the shirt fall from my body, his hands wrapped around my breasts, squeezing softly

Moaning in his mouth, I start unbuckling his belt

He smiles against my lips, murmuring, "Can't wait huh?"

"You came here to fuck right?", I answer

He pulls away, shaking his head, "I came here to be with you. Not just fuck"

I blink in surprise, liking what he's saying a lot

It makes me feel better to know I'm not just a pussy to cum in

"Then kiss me and be with me", I tell him

He nods, his lips crashing into mine in a wild kiss

I get his pants opened and down, both of us moving fast to get naked

He turns me to my bed and gets me on it, breaking the kiss

His eyes rake down my body, biting his lip

Christ that's hot

I take the time to look at him and I was right

He has so many muscles on his beautiful body

His arms, his chest, his chiseled abs, his thighs

And he has tattoos on his chest and stomach

So fucking hot

My eyes move to his cock and holy shit that's the biggest and thickest dick I've ever seen

"You're fucking perfect", he says, blowing my mind, "Your tattoos are so hot"

His fingers gently touch my ribs, slipping against my skin, sending shivers down my spine

"You're perfect San", I say, gaping at his body

He just smiles, then leans over me, kissing me softly

This isn't how I imagined the night would go

I thought he'd fuck me hard then leave

I never expected him to kiss me like this

He breaks the kiss, asking, "Open your legs for me"

I do, spreading them wide open

His eyes move down to my pussy and immediately he says, "So fucking pretty. So wet"

Usually I'd be shy and close my legs but with the way San is looking at my cunt, like I'm something good to eat, keeps my legs open for him

He pulls my legs, moving me to the edge of the bed as he kneels down

Before I can say anything, pleasure slams into me as his tongue furiously licks every inch of my cunt

"Oh my god!", I cry, so much pleasure running over me

Jesus Christ, he just started and it feels fucking amazing

"Mmm you're cunt tastes so fucking good", he murmurs, his tongue running up and down

"Oh god!", I cry when his tongue rolls over my clit

He laughs sexily, continuing to lick my clit

"Mmm baby, your clit it throbbing so hard. Feels so good on my tongue"

"You tongue is so good San. Fuck best tongue ever", I yell, which is so unlike me

I'm normally quiet during sex

Soft moans and all but right now, he's making me so loud

"So pretty, begging me to suck on it"

"Yes", I moan

Got I want that so much

"You want me to suck on your clit baby?"

"Yes please. Please", I beg

I want it so badly I don't care about begging him

His mouth moves around my clit and he sucks once, throwing my body into intense pleasure

"San oh god!", I yell

I move my eyes down, seeing him between my legs, sucking hard on me

So fucking hot

His eyes move up to mine, keeping eye contact as he pleasures me

I'm so close, waiting eagerly for my orgasm

I haven't had sex in a few months and god I want to cum so bad

I feel it building, the feel of his sucking mouth so fucking blissful and his eyes on me making it even hotter

"Sss..San!", I cry, snapping, my orgasm hitting me hard as pleasure crashes into me in waves

He sucks faster, his name falling from my lips like a chant

It just keeps going and it's, so far, hands down the best orgasm I've ever

When it's over, I lay in my bed, stunned at how fucking good he is

His tongue moves down, licking by my slit, moaning deeply

"Fuck, your cum tastes so fucking good

Excuse me?

What the fuck did he just say?

His tongue keeps licking and I'm wondering why he's not stopping

"Uh...San?"

"Hmmm?"

"Uh....aren't...you uh...gonna stop?"

He lifts his head up, my cum and juice all over his mouth and chin

Fuck, why does that look sexy?

"Uh no"

"No?"

Any guy who's ever gone down on me stops after I orgasm

"No. I want you to cum again"

"Again?", I gape

His eyebrow raises, "You've never had more than one orgasm?"

I shake my head, "Uh no"

"Seriously? What about after foreplay, when you're fucking?"

I feel my face turn red as I answer, "I uh never came during sex"

Both eyebrows raise in surprise, "You haven't?"

I shake my head against

It's not like it didn't feel good, it did

It just wasn't enough

"Well I'm gonna fix that", he smirks

"You are?", I ask surprised

He nods, licking up my pussy once, making me shiver, "I like making the girls I'm with cum a lot"

Another lick

"Over and over"

Lick

"And you're going to. Ok?"

I nod as he licks me again, then his tongue shoves his tongue inside my pussy

"Oh god!", I yell, clenching on his tongue

His tongue moves fast, in and out, going in as far as he can, his tongue wiggling inside

I've never been tongue fucked before and it's so fucking good

I move my hand in his hair, pulling on it as my hips move into his face

He moans loudly, clutching my thighs hard, pleasure on his face like he's getting blown

He's so into it, his tongue so skilled that I feel another orgasm creeping up

I'm amazed that I'm able to get there so quickly

His tongue moves in and I snap, coming and throbbing around his tongue

"Mmmm", he moans, his eyes closing, swallowing over and over

And it hits me that he's eating my cum and he seems to like it

It blows my mind

I finish and he licks me a few times before pulling away

"So good baby. Fuck I could eat your cunt all night"

"Are you being serious?", I ask, so surprised

He tilts his head, his dimples appearing as he smiles, "So fucking serious. Your pussy is the best I've ever eaten"

I literally have no idea what to say or think

He moves on my bed, sitting on his knees, "Where do you want my cock right now? Your pussy or your mouth?"

Well he's straight forward

I look at his cock, cum leaking from his slit and I want to taste him

"Mouth", I answer

He nods and I move on my hands and knees in front of him, licking the cum from his slit

A really good taste hits me and I'm so surprised his cum tastes good

I've given blow jobs, tasted cum before but his is the best I've ever tasted

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why am I noticing how good his cum tastes?

"More baby", he says

I lick along his long shaft and when I get to his head, I wrap my mouth around his head, sucking softly

"Yes baby girl. Fuck", he murmurs

I want to please him more, moving down his length as I suck desperately

He feels good in my mouth, like a big lollipop and he tastes amazing

His hand runs in my hair, wrapping it in a ponytail around his hand

"I'm gonna fuck your throat"

I look up at him, a little nervous

"Have you deepthroated before?"

I nod

I have but I choke and gag a lot

"If it hurts, just let me know and I'll stop ok?"

I nod, bracing myself

"Open your mouth"

I do, keeping my mouth wide open

He moves slowly in, his head poking into my throat

I choke, trying to relax around him

"It's ok baby. Just breathe"

I breathe through my nose, calming down enough for him to keep moving in

When he bottoms out, I choke again, with him talking me through it

"I'm gonna move ok?"

He pulls back about half way, then moves quickly back in, burying in my throat

He moves faster, tears springing in my eyes, so much spit falling from my mouth

"Yes good girl", he praises, "God this throat is amazing"

I highly doubt it since I'm kinda new at this but whatever

He sheathes his cock inside, holding me on him and I choke again

"Yes fuck. God I love hearing that fucking sound"

"Mmm", I moan, getting turned on

He starts moving again, fucking my face and I actually am enjoying it

I choke a few more times and that seems to really get him going

"You like choking on my cock baby?"

I nod, realizing I do like it

"Fuck I love hearing your choke. I'm gonna fuck this throat numb, just like I'm gonna fuck your pussy"

Yes please

Fuck, I need to get fucked good

He thrusts over and over, his cock deep in my throat

"I'm gonna cum", he says, pleasure all over his gorgeous face, "Swallow all of it. Got it?"

I nod, eagerly waiting for his cum

Going all in, he holds me on him, his cum spurting down my throat

I swallow around his cock, making him moan loudly

"Yes Joanne, fuck yes. Swallow baby girl"

I do, over and over because he cums so fucking much

The taste is so good, I eagerly swallow it all

He keeps his cock in my mouth telling me to keep sucking to get him hard again

I do it without any complaints, sucking like my life depends on it, feeling his cock hardening

After a few minutes, he pulls me off him, looking down at me with lust in his eyes

"Ready to cum over and over?", he asks

I nod, so ready

"I'm thinking four orgasms? Maybe more?"

Four?

For me?

Can I even cum that much?

"Don't worry baby. I'll make you cum that much. I'm good at sex"

I mean yeah I think he is because he's amazing at oral

"Are you?", I smirk

He nods, smirking back, "I am. Guess that's another bad habit. I'm addicted to sex"

"Thought you said you didn't fuck around", I tease

"I don't. But when I have a girl, I fuck her everyday and I make sure I give it to her good. Because yeah I like sex but I'm addicted to making my girl cum", he explains, "And right now you're my girl and your gonna cum so much"

With that he flips me over on my hands and knees, spreading my legs open

His head slips inside my cunt, pushing his cock into me, spreading me wide open around him

I moan at the stretch, feeling so good

"Oh my god! So fucking tight", he moans, "God tightest cunt I've ever been in. Fuck. It's like you've never been fucked"

I have but I haven't taken a cock this big before, which I tell him

He bottoms out, his head right against my spot making me shiver

It's such a tight, snug fit, with no extra room and I love how full I feel

I feel him pull out, then move back in fast, slamming my spot and a huge wave of pleasure crashes over me

He moves slowly at first, picking up the pace at each thrust until he's going fast

And hard

I'm so wet and I take his cock over and over, wanting so much more

I moan loudly, my hand twisting in my sheets from the pleasure

"Fuck, you're cunt is so pretty, taking my cock over and over", he says, "Those fucking swollen lips look so good wrapped around my cock, that little slit opening for me like a pretty flower, creaming my cock so fucking much"

Moaning, I manage to get out, "Your cock is so good San. Fuck. So big"

"Yeah baby? My cock feels good in this tight pussy?"

I nod, "Yes!"

"Mmm I think baby wants to cum"

"Yes San! Fuck yes"

His hand reaches around me, fingers pressing into my clit, moving in circles

The added pleasure runs up my spine and I clench his cock harder

"Yes baby. Fuck throbbing so fucking hard. So good baby girl. Don't stop"

I can't even if I tried, my pussy locking onto his cock

His movements are so good and I'm thrown head first into an intense orgasm, bliss running through me

"San!", I yell as I cum and surprisingly I head him yelling in pleasure

"Oh my god fuck! Christ, feels so fucking good!"

My brain slowly processes that he's getting pleasure, apparently a lot of it, from my orgasm

As soon as I finish, he pulls out, switching our positions, getting me on top of him, sliding me down his length easily, "That's one"

I whimper from feeling him back inside, squeezing his shaft

"Ride me", he moans

I nod, starting to bounce on him hard and fast

I'm not wasting any time

His cock feels so fucking good, feels too good sliding in and out

"Yes baby fuck. So pretty on my cock"

I move faster, my legs burning but I'm not stopping

No way

San's hands move to my pussy, spreading my lips open, eyes glued to where we meet

"God so fucking pretty. Little slit straining so hard. Taking me so good. Making a huge mess"

His words are sending shivers down my spine, adding to the bliss

"Fuck wanna see this slit cream my cock in cum. Can you do that for me?", he asks

"Yes San", I moan

I so can

I keep riding his dick, keeping him inside me, rocking and grinding my spot on his head, with a few bounces mixed in

"Fuck baby, you know how to ride dick huh?"

Not really

But his is too good to pass up

"I don't...so much"

He smirks, "So it's just my cock that has you this horny? My cock that makes you into the best cowgirl?"

I nod, "Yes Sannie. Just your cock"

"Mmm I like that"

Yeah, me too

"Oh I just felt your cunt pulse faster. Getting close?"

I nod, almost there, grinding faster

I just need something to tip me over

San grips my hips then slams his cock right up into my pussy and I lose it

"San!", I scream, orgasming all over his huge cock

I can't control my body shaking and I feel myself slipping to the side

San's arms wrap around me as he sits up, moaning in my ear, "Yes baby. Good girl. Cum all over my cock. Fuck yes. Feels so good"

His hand slips between us, his fingers playing with my clit as he kisses my cheek

"Again baby. Don't stop. Your orgasms feel too good. I want more"

He holds me down on his dick, my chest against his as I moan, his fingers rubbing furiously

I feel his cock throb inside me and god it feels amazing

"Move your hips baby. Rock on my cock"

I do, the pleasure of his head rubbing my spot and his fingers pushing me closer

How can I want to cum again?

I should be tired but I'm not

"Please cum for me", he whispers and I can't hold it

"San!", I whimper, another orgasm taking over and feeling incredible

"Yes baby fuck. There we go. Ride it out on my dick. Good girl", he praises

I do, pulsing around him so much, loving the feeling of him buried deep inside me

I could sit on his cock all night

He holds me to him, turning us over, my back on the bed, his cock still buried inside

His arms hook under my knees, pushing my legs to my chest, his mouth crashing into mine as he pulls out

The second his tongue is in my mouth, his cock barrels back in, slamming into my spot

I moan in his mouth, my hands gripping his upper arms hard

He moves at an extremely fast pace, getting my spot every time, stars blasting in my vision

I break the kiss, moaning his name, his mouth on my neck, kissing everywhere

I slide one hand in the back of his hair, holding on tightly, taking the incredibly pleasurable pounding he's giving me

His cock is the best, hands down

In and out, in and out, the angle letting hit so much deeper, his pelvis rubbing my clit with every move

This is what ecstasy feels like

Of that I have no doubt

Other guys haven't made me feel a fraction of what San is making me feel

San had achieved what no guy every has

He's made me cum during sex

And not once but three times and is working on a fourth

The boy has stamina

I'm so gonna hate going back to the normal sex I was having before San

"So close", he murmurs, fucking me so hard into the bed, "Cream my cock baby. I want it all over me"

He thrusts a few more times and I'm done, screaming his name again

"San!"

I shake under him while he groans as I orgasm on his cock

"Yes yes yes", he moans, dropping my legs

I keep them wide open for him, his hips moving faster, burying his cock inside me as I cum

"More. One more", he moans, "Please cum for me one more time"

He's so lucky he's good at sex because I'm right there already

He hits my spot and I'm blinded by pure ecstasy as pleasure bleeds into my next orgasm

"San! San! San!"

"I'm gonna cum. Where?", he shouts

"Where do you want to?", I ask, breathlessly

"Inside. I wanna cum in your pussy"

"Yes San. Cum inside me"

He sheathes his cock deep inside, hips stilling as I feel him throb, hot cum filling me right up, screaming my name, "Joanne! Fuck!"

I lay there, milking his cock, my mind blissfully blank

When he finishes, he pulls out, collapsing next to me, breathing hard

"That is the best sex I've ever had", he says

I snap my head towards him, "You're shitting me"

He opens his eyes glancing over, "No I'm not"

I'm stunned into silence as I process his words

I know he's the best I ever had

That is without a doubt

But me?

The best he's ever had?

No way

"You are Joanne. I don't lie remember?"

I nod, remembering that he really has no reason to lie to me

And I have no reason to lie to him

"It's the best I ever had too", I confess

"Yeah?", he asks, smiling

I nod

"Not too bad for a smoker huh?"

"Oh shush", I smile

We're quiet for a few minutes, in comfortable silence when he says, "So can I take you on a date tomorrow?"

Again, I look at him wide eyed, "Really?"

He nods, "Yeah really. I don't know what you were thinking when I approached you but honestly it wasn't to have sex"

I blink in surprise

It wasn't?

"I was actually gonna ask you out"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Then you started talking about sex and I wasn't opposed to it and we came here and had mind blowing sex and I still want to ask you out", he explains, "So will you?"

"Go out with you?", I ask

He nods, actually looking nervous

"Yeah San", I answer, "I'd like to go out with you"

He actually breathes a sigh of relief and it's so cute

"But I'm not sleeping with you. I have a strict no sex after the first date policy", I tease

He bursts out laughing, "Oh yeah? Me too actually"

"You do?"

I know girls can have one but I didn't know guys did too

"Of course. I'm not some piece of meat you know"

I giggle at how funny he is

"Well", I say, after the giggling subsides, "I think in your case, I can make an exception"

He puts his hand on his chest, batting his eyes, "For me?"

"Yes for you", I giggle again

He pretends to think for a second, "I can make an exception for you too"

"Aww you're so sweet", I coo, moving closer to him

He moves his arm around me, cuddling into my body, intertwining us together

"I am"

"I know", I answer, somehow knowing that he is

We smile at each other then I move closer, kissing his soft lips

I'm so excited for our date tomorrow and I hope it works out with San

I can definitely see myself with him

He kisses me back and I fall into him again

🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈🐈

1 year later

San POV

Sitting on my balcony, in one of the chairs, I suck in a puff of the cigarette, letting the smoke go inside my body

I exhale slowly, blowing the smoke out before taking a other puff

"Sannie?", she calls softly, opening the door and coming out to the balcony

I feel her arms around my neck from behind me, her lips pressing a kiss to my cheek

"Baby why are you up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep, naekkeo", I answer

I want to talk to her about something and I'm so nervous

I couldn't sleep and I figured I'd smoke to claim my nerves

She runs her fingers in my hair, my eyes closing against her touch

I love anytime she touches me

Anywhere

My hair, my face, my arms, my body

I crave her touch all the time and any time I can get it, it's bliss

We've been together for a little over a year after that night

I took her out the next day and we had so much fun

And yeah we did break our no sex on the first date rule

After that, everything just fell into place

I fell hard for her and I told her that I love her pretty early in our relationship

About three months in

I didn't know if she loved me and honestly it didn't matter as long as she was with me and wanted me

I was so surprised when she smiled and told me she loves me too

She accepts me for the way I am

I know she was worried about me smoking in the beginning but she accepted it

I tried quitting a few times but I always failed and always got upset with myself when I did

She talked to me about it and told me not to worry, to quit when I'm ready or not at all if I chose that

She told me she's not going anywhere and that's not a deal breaker for her anymore

She said she loves me too much to be without me

I was so surprised and happy at that

I am mindful about smoking around her

I go outside to smoke as much as I can because I know she hates the smell of it

In her dorm room, I opened the window and smoked from there

Here I go on my balcony

And I try as much as I can to not smell like it

Just because she accepts my smoking doesn't mean I could be a jerk about it

She's my baby, my everything, I'm going to do everything I can for her

"What's wrong baby?", she asks, moving in front of me as I inhale on the cigarette

Turning my head I blow the smoke away from her, then tug her hand, getting her to sit on my lap

She moved in a few months ago and I feel like my life is complete except for one thing

"Nothing's wrong naekkeo. I'm just nervous about something"

"What baby?", she asks confused

I lean to the small table next to me, putting my cigarette out in the ashtray, then wrapping both my arms around her

"It's something I have to talk to you about and I'm nervous about how you're going to take it"

"Fuck", she whispers, looking at me with fear in her eyes

"Don't be afraid naekkeo", I tell her, "It's nothing bad"

"Sannie just tell me. You're making me worried"

I nod once then ask her to stand up with me

We do and I reach in my pajama pocket as I look her in the eyes

I kneel down slowly, on one knee, presenting her with an open box, a ring inside

Her eyes widen, her hand flying to her mouth

"I love you Jo. So much. You're my everything, my perfect match and I can't see myself without you. I love you more than the stars in the sky naekkeo. I know we're young but I also know you're my one, the one I'm supposed to be with for the rest of my life. You mean absolutely everything to me", I tell her

She is my everything and I want to be with her forever

Hopefully she feels the same way

"Will you marry me Jo?"

"Yes Sannie!", she yells immediately

I stand up, pulling her into a hug, her lips on mine instantly

I fall into her kiss, so elated that she actually said yes

She breaks the kiss, smiling, kissing me all over my face

"Yes Sannie. A thousand times yes. I love you so much baby. You're my everything. My one. I want to be with you always"

"You will naekkeo. And I'm going to be with you always"

She nods, "Yeah baby"

Taking her hand, I slide the ring on her finger, her beautiful face looking at the ring in shock

"It's beautiful Sannie"

"I saw it and knew it was perfect for you", I tell her

It just fits her perfectly

Simple, delicate, not in your face or gaudy looking

"It is Sannie", she agrees, looking at me, "You're perfect for me"

I smile, "You're perfect for me too naekkeo"

She kisses me again and I'm so happy I can spend the rest of my life with her

My perfect match

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Can you recommend me Loki books? (as in novels, not norse mythology textbooks)

I am not sure if I rated these correctly in terms of audience maturity. But I tried lol.

Comics:

Valhalla comics-Peter Madsen

Fun slap-stick re-tellings of the Norse myths. Children oriented?

Loki (2004) aka "Blood Brothers" by Robert Rodi & Esad Ribic

It's my favorite Marvel!Loki comic of all time. It altered my brain chemistry. You can read it for free on the links in my pinned post.

The graphic novel version of Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman.

There's also this webcomic I found as a teen that's ongoing to this day and I need to go back to following:

Kids:

Loki: A Bad God's Guide to Being Good by Louie Stowell

Diary of a Wimpy Kid but with Norse mythology! What's not to love about that?!

Eight Days of Luke-Dianna Wynne Jones

The book that inspired "American Gods."

Odd and the Frost Giants-Neil Gaiman

A boy named Odd encounters Odin, Thor, and Loki who have been turned into animals.

Teens:

Runemarks duology-Joanne Harris

Just keep to the first two books. You'll hate the rest. Let's just say it dealt horribly with Eating Disorders and Harris should have done research on heavy topics before writing about them. Her Loki in the first two books is very enjoyable and he rules over goblins for a while, among other things. I also thought the way rune birthmarks worked in here was fun.

Norse Mythology-Neil Gaiman

It's an entertaining overview of the myths. If you're unfamiliar with them it's a good place to start.

Adult:

Black Wolf: The Binding of Loki-Una Verdandi

I don't recommend if you want a soft!Loki or one that remains a decent person. Loki is interesting and feels like a force of nature. But let's just say he's like the Joker with all that implies. But I thought it was a worthwhile read (very long). It has probably the best Sigyn depiction I've encountered. She feels like a real person! I go more in detail here. I'd pay attention to the things I warn about in case they're deal-breakers or triggers. My review is not spoiler free but contains warnings.

American Gods-Neil Gaiman

Has very interesting premise and a multiple pantheons existing at the same time. It's fun how the deities adapt to the USA and modern times.

The Goddess of Nothing at All-Cat Rector

This book is basically a Norse myth whump fic. I would avoid if that's not your thing because I can see how someone else might hate it. I know I like it because making fictional characters suffer is my guilty pleasure. You won't be laughing at the mythology-based Loki memes. I don't think it's perfect. For example, I dislike that they have to make Loki's every action "justified", such as cutting Sif's hair because Sif called him fantasy racism slurs. Let him be a bit of an asshole just because. The disproportionate punishment makes it difficult not to sympathize with Loki either way. I don't know how I feel about her Sygin. It's the 2nd best Sygin I've seen yet in books. She has a personality, is likeable, and is not a doormat, but something about her and this Loki feels sanitized to me. Like the author was checking boxes for Sygin and Loki. I don't know how to explain it.

Father of Monsters-A. B. Frost

Short read. Loki is a loveable little shit that gets the Aesir into trouble and takes one for the team to get them out of it. I really liked this characterization and it had cute illustrations of Loki, Angrboda, and Jormungandr.

The Nine Worlds Rising Series-Lyra Wolf

They're not perfect. I think her Loki is very funny and likable but too sanitized. And Sigyn has no flaws other than caring too much for her no-good brother while the other goddesses are evil witches. But the author has a very comedic writing voice that is highly enjoyable and keeps the stakes high so that you want to keep on reading. I also like how one of the books starts with a very vengeful Loki and draws comparisons to Lucifer. Thought that was cool. Also, some reactions to some reveals didn't land the impact as well as they should. They do tease the Odin/Loki abusive relationship, but not with the toxicity I wanted, and Odin goes on a redemption path a bit too soon for my liking (while making all the goddesses evil witches...). There's also a lot of anachronistic language in here, such as Loki mentioning a Chihuahua.

Books I haven't read but I know of their existence:

Loki-Melvin Burgess (I saw a Sigyn stan complain about it, but I am not sure how seriously to take her complaints because she said shipping myth!Loki with say Balder or Thor or Odin was "incestuous" because Loki is Odin's "blood brother" despite Loki being unrelated to everyone but Narfi and Nari on Asgard). My standards for Loki don't require that Loki be a paragon of morality, unlike hers. UPDATE: A mutual told me it's horribly transphobic and has rape apologia.

Harbinger of the End-Nicki Chapelway (I've seen praise from Logyn shippers for this one)

Loki: Nine Naughty Tales of the Trickster by Mike Vasich

I saw an excerpt with a rather humorous joke, but the one other Mike Vasich Loki book I read bored the hell out of me. So I haven't given it a chance for that reason.

The Blackwell Pages by Kelley Armstrong and Melissa Marr

It's a children's book series where the descendants of Thor and Loki are the protagonists.

I might have some revies in "LokiBookClub" tag.

#anon asks #norse mythology #LokiBookClub #myth!loki

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Hi Sam, I finally bought and read Six H. and it has brought me so much joy! It was one of those stories that I tried to pace myself reading because I knew I would miss it when I was done (and I do!). Now, if it isn't too cheeky to ask the author of all people, I wanted to ask if you could think of any 'read alikes'? I was reminded in the best way of Ocean at the End of the Lane, which is one of my favorites! Eery but not scary, magic that does not need to be explained...? But mostly: THANK YOU!!

I'm so glad you enjoyed Six Harvests! As much as I've been enjoying the hell out of writing the Shivadh novels, Six Harvests is probably the book I'm most proud of -- I think it really was a kind of "master piece" in the traditional sense of demonstrating mastery of a craft. At least, in relation to my own work; I don't think I'm like, Master Of All Writing, but I feel that I've developed a mastery relative to where I began that I'm very proud of.

As for read-alikes...hm, that's a difficult one actually. I don't know if it qualifies as "not scary" but the aesthetic of Six Harvests was absolutely informed by Carnivale, the television show -- not for the faint of heart but extremely enjoyable if you like your historical drama with a heavy side of the supernatural (it is quite violent and some aspects haven’t aged wonderfully, but it’s still a great watch). Also if you haven't read my book Nameless, it's very much in the same vein as Six Harvests. And kind of fun to compare the two I think, because Nameless was the first novel I wrote and aside from the romances, Six Harvests is my latest.

I think if you enjoyed the "magic that doesn't need explanation" and eerie without scary, I would look around in general at magical realism. It often gets confused with urban fantasy, but magical realism’s essence is that there are magical or surrealistic aspects to the story that aren’t systemically explained, and generally advance the reader’s understanding of the story without always directly impacting the plot. I love magical realism as a genre and there's so much good writing in it, plus it was originated by latine writers so the majority of it is by nonwhite, often non-American authors so it's very horizon-broadening for a lot of readers.

I raided my old book reading log for some magical realism, so I did come up with some authors and titles! Julio Cortázar's short stories are fantastic and I really enjoyed Blow Up and Other Stories. A very famous one is Like Water For Chocolate by Laura Esquivel, and Chocolat by Joanne Harris is a fun book and a GREAT movie. I don't recall much about them but I recall very much enjoying The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón and Isabel Allende's The House Of The Spirits. G Willow Wilson's Alif The Unseen is very very intense, but also extremely compelling and "readable", like it's a big book but it reads fast. Gabriel Garcia Marquez is most well known for 100 Years of Solitude but I haven't read that one; I did very much like his Strange Pilgrims.

Hopefully amongst those will be many things you enjoy! Readers, feel free to chime in with your own recommendations either for magical realism or for comps to Six Harvests in comments or reblogs. Good luck and happy reading! :)

#book reccs

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: A young mother being forced to hand her baby over to new parents after only a few minutes to say goodbye to him, her being sad and angry about it and wanting her son back and the nuns at the institute the girl had given birth at selling some of the babies to wealthy couples instead of doing legal adoptions only.

•VERY IMPORTANT THING: This chapter was really upsetting for me to write, so if you find it upsetting to read, I understand. Feel free to skip it.

•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @rynwritesreid, @reidmeister, @justalesbianwithsomegayshit, @thatonewritersstuff, @marril96, @c-m-stuff, @criminal-addict.

Between their two hearts

Chapter 18: Emily's despair and Sister Margaret's secret

In the evening of July 18, 1968, just three days after giving birth to her baby girl, Jennifer discovered a side of Emily she had never seen before.

The girl's son, born on July 8, was taken from her to be given to his adoptive parents that day, and seeing her friend so sad, Jennifer couldn't help but go be by her side.

When she entered Emily's room, she found her sitting on her bed, crying in a way she had never seen anyone do it except her mother six years earlier, when she had seen her sister's dead body in their house's bathroom.

So she sat next to her friend and took her hand without saying anything, waiting for Emily to vent about what had happened if she felt the need to do it.

"They only gave me fifteen minutes to say goodbye" the girl sobbed a few seconds after Jennifer had arrived.

As expected, that vent session hadn't taken long to start.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine" Jennifer tried to say to console her friend, but her words were of very little use.

"It seemed like less than a second" Emily added shortly after "I picked him up and caressed his sweet little hands. They were so small and perfect. As soon as I saw him, I knew that...that he only belonged to me. They shouldn't have taken him away".

After finishing that speech, the girl began to sob even harder than she was doing before, and since she wasn't sure what else to say, Jennifer simply hugged her at first.

"Shhh. Sadly, there's no going back anymore" she then whispered "Hey, you need to calm down now. Try to think about the future".

"I don't care about that" Emily, who just couldn't stop crying, replied "I want my son back right now".

"I heard he was given to a very nice couple" Jennifer tried to reassure her again "His new dad is a lawyer, they're rich. It couldn't have gone any better than this".

Emily, however, just shook her head.

Yes, throughout most of the pregnancy she hadn't wanted her child, but things had changed as soon as she had seen him for the first time and when the time had come for her to say goodbye to him, two of the nuns had quite literally had to rip him out of her arms.

"They may be the best people in the world, but he is my baby" she replied through the tears streaming down her face "He is only mine and they have to give him back to me. They have to give him back. I am his mother".

"Now that Joanne has left, there's an empty bed in my room. You can sleep there tonight. Come with me" Jennifer told her softly, not knowing what else to do to comfort her.

Normally, sleeping in a room that wasn't theirs, even for just one evening, was against the rules at Saint Bridget's, but the girl hoped that for that night, the nuns would have understood her refusal to leave Emily alone.

"I want my son back" Emily repeated again as, with an arm around her, Jennifer accompanied her towards her room.

After putting Emily to bed and waiting for her to fall asleep, however, the girl heard a baby's cries coming from Sister Margaret's study, so she decided to go see what was going on.

The door was half-open, and thanks to that, Jennifer saw Sister Margaret put a baby, probably Emily's son, in a basket and give the makeshift crib to a man in a suit, then the man handing her a bag full of dollar bills.

And at that point, the girl understood: the adoptions that took place at Saint Bridget's weren't legal ones, or at least, not all of them were like that.

The nuns sold their children to wealthy couples, and she was not going to allow that to happen to her daughter too.

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 6 months

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Requesting non-romantic headcanons of the four Weston dorms (separate) having a student in their house that's the go-to inventor and fixer, who always has their head in the clouds about the next thing to make

They fix and make things just fine, it's just the process of making and testing that cause messes in the dorm

Like Violet having to deal with the fact this is the second time they've broken an important pipe, or Greenhill with broken windows after some automatic ball-throwing thingy-majig meant to help them with cricket practice (to be fair, Midford did ask for it) wouldn't turn off

bahahaha this is so good! poor boys XD

Well, it’s sort of like a problem for the dorms, of course. Does he care as much? Hmm… no, not really. Until it starts to directly affect him (here meaning affecting his frequent naps), he doesn’t pay (Name) too much thought. Most of the issues, Edgar tends to sleep through and leave for others.

Most of the time, he leaves all the problems that this person causes to Maurice to sort out. Either him or Joanne, depending on who happens to be available. … It usually falls to Maurice given that he has more of a backbone than Joanne. Edgar essentially shrugs and says, “Cole, take care of it, won’t you?” rather than deal with it himself. It’s half legitimate depression making it difficult for him to actually do things, and half him just being lazy and not feeling like doing things.

About the time that (Name) ‘fixes’ Edgar’s favorite sofa by replacing it with one they made which is too soft and completely swallows him when he sinks into it, that’s when he starts getting involved. They can’t mess with his sleep schedule like this and just think it’s going to be fine! He tries to convince them to stop, threatening Y’s if they don’t at least stop… fixing… things that he frequently uses.

As bothersome as the whole thing is, Gregory is at least more proactive than Edgar in the same situation. While he tries not to be harsh, he doesn’t pull punches in reminding (Name) that, well, they’ve broken the pipe, so they need to fix it now. (Both times, in fact.) He keeps reminding them until it gets done.

If nothing else, he has the honor to not send Cheslock to do his dirty work. Cheslock just gets sent on errands to fetch things. Gregory wants so badly to simply ban (Name) from doing any testing in their dorm. He’s not very diplomatic, either, struggling to find the right way to say, “Listen, I appreciate your fixing things round here, but you have to be more careful not to break other things while you’re fixing the first thing, alright?”

The broken pipes are, quite honestly, the biggest headache that he has to deal with. Being that Violet Wolf is full of artists of all kinds, the dorms are filled with instruments and projects. Any of them getting ruined is more complicated than having to replace books which are already in circulation or sports equipment that wears out quickly. It’s a blow to one’s creativity. And water damage is spectacularly effective in destroying art, writing, and musical instruments. (Name) has to learn how to be more careful in general, but especially he needs them to not break any more pipes lest they want to also break artists’ hearts.

Is potentially the most frustrated by it than his friends would be. Though anyone who had to deal with it would be irritated, Herman has to try extra hard not to let his temper get the best of him. He knows that (Name) is just trying to be of service, which is admirable… so why does it get under his skin so much?? Because they’ve been told multiple times to be more careful and it feels like they just aren’t listening? Dammit. He knows they don’t mean to be so spacey…

At first he’s quite happy to have someone inventing things which will help him and the rest of the house improve their game. He even encourages it. Sports and cricket in particular are something he’s passionate about, so he’s excited to see what they come up with. Until they come up with a machine — at Edward’s request — that pitches balls and happens to also break windows. Clearly things have gone sideways, so he’s fast in getting (Name) to not make any more sports inventions.

He’s so disheartened by the broken windows. They’re a gigantic pain in the rear to fix, and it often means a day or two wasted in replacing the glass depending on how many were broken. In the meantime, the dorm is exposed to cold, rain/snow, or blistering heat, as well as insects. There’s not much help from anyone else because of the house rivalries. So he absolutely recruits (Name) in helping fix it; it’s at least half their fault and half Edward’s for the initial suggestion, so neither of those two are getting out of helping with repairs. And Herman will gladly crack the metaphorical whip if he needs to.

Good Lord, can he have no rest at all? No? Fine, then. He’s endlessly aggravated by the whole situation, but he tries very hard to keep his composure. Lawrence can at least appreciate the intelligence of a scientific mind such as (Name)’s, so he attempts to nurture that. Of course, that’s incredibly hard to do when they keep causing trouble in the dorm despite not meaning to.

He’s another one who might send his fag to deal with this if he’s a bit too busy to do it himself. (Though as opposed to Edgar, Lawrence does so not because of depression or laziness, rather because he genuinely is quite busy with studies and extracurriculars.) Clayton has a sadistic streak which Lawrence finds useful in firmly reminding (Name) that they have something to clean up or that Lawrence needs them to not tinker around with something in a certain area today.

More exhausting than anything is if he has to keep replacing books thanks to (Name)’s inventions. It’s not uncommon that their experiments and projects will end up accidentally tearing apart books entirely or shredding pages or destroying them in some other fashion. Lawrence’s respect for the written word and pride in his dorm’s personal book collection can’t take much more of this! Not to mention that the books are often required for coursework, so it legitimately hurts everyone’s marks. Isn’t (Name) at all bothered by this???

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Edgar #Gregory #Herman #Lawrence #headcanons #platonic #friendship #humor #drama #PLSSSSS ur stressing them out they are Delicate Men xDD #one hell of a queue

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I was in the middle of sending you a wholesome meme cos it seems like you’ve had a rough time lately (which girl me too is Mercury in Retrograde lately wtf 🥲) and then this is how I get the news that Fucking Joanne™️ is doing Holocaust revisionism now lmao it’s like she knew I’d finally lowered my blood pressure 🥴

But I suppose that’s all the more reason for a wholesome meme cleanse so *throws this at you, runs back into bed and tries to get some goddamn sleep*

I literally looked it up and it's not, so can't even blame this shit on mercury 😒

Believe me dude I was as bamboozled as you when I read that shit. I mean I shouldn't have been. Cuz honestly terfs are gonna terf and like any bigot they'll just lie and motte-bailey and rewrite history at will to fit their narrative and never think twice about it because the end result always HAS to be that they're right and incapable of ever making a mistake.

They are always infallible. Their detractors just don't understand the logical nuances of their totally-not-wrong argument 😤

What really kills me tho is that no matter how much evidence is brought to the table about just how hateful (and lbr kinda dumb) she is, her cult will not listen. They won't. They will just blindly follow her and believe her rhetoric over historical facts. They'll twist themselves into pretzels to excuse anything she says or does, because admitting she is wrong about even 1 thing would mean admitting there's a possibility that she's wrong about others, meaning there's a possibility they really have just been following along and supporting a transphobe who has ties with antisemitic themes within her writing and who is now spouting holocaust revisionist talking points.

Except she's not, right? Cuz Joanna is never wrong ಠ_ಠ

She's just a champion for Women™®

It's just.... sigh.

Anyway, go to bed deary, and thank you for the well wishes. Wish for me to actually get answers 🤞

#bisexualseraphim #i like the energy of the meme #“you take my love and appreciation you son of a bitch 🔫 *slaps you the forehead with a glitter heart* fuckin feel joy 😤”

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Five (5) Harry Potter (trans rights) fics to read before you die

That’s right I’m talking about the series written by that stupid fucking transphobe. Harry Potter defined so much of my childhood and growing up as a fan and also realizing that I’m trans was a really difficult experience for me. It kills me that something that used to bring me so much joy is now tainted by the author’s awfulness. Not to say the series isn’t without its inherent problems like the antisemitism, the weird slavery attitude, the disgusting fatphobia, and general homophobia.

Personally, I don’t consider anything outside the books to be canon; this gives me so much more breathing room as a fan to imagine a better wizarding world. Basically, if that bloody TERF had to specify it outside the books then I don’t care – she could have written it in but chose not to, once the book is out there EVERY interpretation becomes valid and if I decide that everyone was trans and also banging each other then I get to do that. Get fucked Joanne.

That TERF has also tried to sue fan works in the past and has said quite a bit about how much she dislikes fanfiction. But you see, I already want to upset her so I will be continuing to enjoy these fanworks that were, in some way, a great source of joy for me, something comforting in a world that seems to get more and more complicated and cruel every day. So this is a countdown of the five Harry Potter fics I recommend to everyone. You don’t have to agree with my list, but I just wanted to put it out there because it’s been on my mind lately.

5. My Immortal by “Tara Gillespie or XXXbloodyrists666XXX”: It’s the OG bad fanfic you have to read it to appreciate how awful it is. You don’t have to finish it, but you do have to cry limpid tears over it. Rated M on fanfiction.net CW for really extraordinarily bad writing, mentions of self harm and suicide, pedophilia, underage sex, and did I mention really really bad writing.

4. Turn by Saras_Girl This is THE Drarry fic. It looks at how one small change can have ramifications over time so if you’re a fan of the butterfly effect this is the fic for you. Rated E for sex scenes and mental health struggles. Technically canon compliant all the way to the epilogue but like, not.

3. Oh God Not Again! By Sarah1281 This is objectively the funniest fic written for this series. Adult Harry sassing everyone in sight is a fucking hoot. If you loved sassy Harry this one’s for you. Harry is accidentally sent back to his 11th birthday in 1991 at the age of 23 trapped in his 11 year old body but with all his memories and he apparently does not give a single fuck. Rated G but with trigger warning for canon-typical murder and violence, child endangerment, and sass so good it burns you through the screen.

2. Harry Potter and the Lack of Lamb Sauce by imagitory AKA the Gordon Ramsay fic. Yes, instead of Slughorn coming to teach potions in the Half-Blood Prince, its Gordon Fucking Ramsay and he has a bone to pick with Dumbledore about watching all this child abuse and doing nothing about it. It’s also Ron-centric which is so important because a lot of the fandom tends to characterize Ron as a horrible person when he’s the first person who saw past what Harry is to WHO Harry is and his strength in owning up when he does the wrong thing is actually very important to the series. Rated G, follows the canon ships, very very well written.

And finally . . .

1. Casting Moonshadows by Moonsign. You can keep your ‘The Shoebox Project’ and your ‘All the Young Dudes’ THIS is the Marauders fic for me. It is just so perfect in the way it develops not just Remus and Sirius but also James, Lily, Peter, Frank, Alice, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary and heaps of others. It made me care about the OCs! Its is a Wolfstar fic with background Jily and it is the greatest. It balances the angst and the fluff and as far as I’m concerned is canon compliant. This FEELS like a Harry Potter story, just with the way the narrative goes and it sucks you in so quickly with one of the best opening lines:

“Remus had always thought of memories as being like framed photographs on a shelf. Most of them were placed in the sun and faded over time. Sometimes the colour faded, leaving only a vague sense of the time; the outlines of a memory that changed a little with retelling. Sometimes it was the outlines that faded so the colour remained in bright, vivid blurs – a real sense of the time but no details.”

This fic will break you and then put you back together. It is rated M for sex in later chapters, quite a bit of violence, child endangerment, and mental health struggles. If you’re someone who is squicked by underage sex between two consenting teenagers or just not into sex in fanfic in general you can skip the sex scenes as they do not generally contain any plot.

PS Thanks for reading the whole thing! Trans Rights!

#harry potter #fanfiction #jk rowling sucks shit #jambirambles #drarry #wolfstar #hp #trans motherfucking rights

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Jester’s Hat Pattern

I meant to post this on New Year’s Day. Oops. Hello, all 5 followers that aren’t bots! I typed that sentence and realized I haven’t been checking for bots in my sideblog. To be fair, I haven’t been doing a great job of posting to my crochetblr at all since I started it. Let this be the beginning of a year of more-or-less monthly patterns! More updates on the quilt! More one-off posts! This is the year of crochet!

Some of you may have noticed that I changed this blog's title last year. I felt that "NotUrGrannySquares" didn't fit me. I didn't really like it at the beginning, but it's the all I could think of (and it wasn't too creative, since I only spelt it "Ur" because "NotYourGrannySquares" was taken--not to mention, there are plenty of patterns out there with similar names). As I began to collect a few pieces from my mom and grandma for my quilt, I felt more at odds with the blog name: these are my granny's squares! I posted this one a while ago, but the other two from her are waffle stitch samples. One is incomplete, using a merino wool yarn, and the other she fished out of the kitchen when I asked if I could incorporate the wool one into the quilt, and it’s clearly a polyester because it’s slightly melted in the center where it had been holding hot things. I’m obsessed with the texture that’s resulted.

I landed on “crochety” because I’ve described myself as a crotchety old man, the word “crotchety” shares origins with the word “crochet,” and I liked how Dictionary.com defined it.

crotchety adjective 1. given to odd notions, whims, grouchiness, etc.

I am given to odd notions and whims. That’s the whole thesis of my quilt, isn’t it? That’s why I haven’t been posting patterns. When I’m crocheting, I’m crocheting. I can’t stop every row and write down what I did. Worse, I can’t write it down and then rewrite it in a text document. I tried to teach myself coding last year because I was told it’s “just logic,” and being logically minded, I should be good at it. The thing is, it’s also typing, and I fucking hate typing. (You’re looking up at the past 4 paragraphs skeptically. This is different. Just trust me that it’s different. You’ll see what I mean when you look at the pattern and how poorly I’ve cleaned it up because something about typing shit like, “Ch 3, turn, sk 1st st, sc in 2nd ch from hook, sc in next sc, sc 15, ch 2, sc in next sc, sc 15, ch 3, turn, sk 1st ch, sc in sc in sc in sc in sc in next st and to end,” just itches my brain so uncomfortably. Crocheting is so intuitive for me, and translating it from the physical realm to the written kills me. It’s like when I would finish my geometry proof before everyone else, and the teacher would suggest I help the kid next to me, but I couldn’t put it into words. I don’t know, dude, you just put the things where they go. Just put the hook through the correct stitch. Just make it the shape of one third of a jester’s hat. That’s how you make a pattern. Just do the thing that obviously you should do. This is why I like diagram crochet patterns more, which I would like to get into on here in the future. However, this pattern reflects the madness that is my brain trying to type up patterns. When I started this blog, I thought I would do a bunch of patterns like that, maybe with a horror narrative evolving around the monotony and the separation between typography and craft, and then I realized how much tongue in cheek patterning that would require. Hmm. Maybe someday, though.)

So anyway, this is NOT your granny’s pattern because I bet she has better discipline than I do. She would have cleaned this pattern up to the necessary bits. I’m too damn crotchety for that.

All 3 panels will follow this pattern. I used (most of) 3 skeins of Buttercream Luxe Craft 100% Wool yarn. It is yarn weight 5, recommending 6.0mm crochet hooks, and for once I did what I was told.

It appears that Joann has rebranded it to Knit & Crochet, but it also seems I have moved to an area with mediocre Joanns which carry neither. Which is whatever; I have gift cards to better yarn shops.

You can follow the same scheme of adding stitches with different starting row counts. This ended up being a little more than 25 inches in circumference, which made it just a bit too big for me. I rolled up the brim on the underside when I wore it, which worked fine for me and my 21 inch head since it’s a nice thick yarn.

Key I'm using US terms. ch = Chain sc = Single crochet sk = Skip sc2tog = single crochet 2 together That's all you need. It's easy peasy, you got this, gorgeous.

Ch 31. 1. skip 1st ch. sc 30. ch 1, turn. 2-10. sc 30, ch 1, turn. 11. sc 30, ch 2, turn. 12. sk first ch, sc in second from hook. sc across. Ch 2 again! and turn. 13. sk first ch, sc in second, sc 16, ch 2, sc in next stitch and to end. (32 total, 16 on each side. We're gonna stop keeping count, though. I didn't, and it turned out just fine. You'll be fine, as long as all your panels are Shaped.) Ch 2, and turn. 14. Sk first ch, sc in second, sc 17. In 2 ch space {sc, ch 2, sc}. Sc to end. Ch 2, turn. 15-16. You know what you're doing. Sc to that chain space, and sc, ch 2, sc, and keep going. Ch 2, turn. 17. Now it switches up, but not really. Sk first ch, sc in second. Sc to 2ch space {sc, ch 2, sc}, sc to end. NOW. Chain 3. Turn. 18. Sc in second and third ch from hook. sc to chain space {sc, ch 2, sc}, sc to end. Ch. 3. 19. NOW it switches up. Sc in second and third ch, sc across. You hear me? Single crochet across! Skip that chain space entirely this time 'round! 20-22. In 20, you add the ch space in... um. shoot. This is why people keep track of stitches. Add the ch space above where it was in 18. IDK, you got this. ch 3, turn. 23. Hey, just skip that ch space again, okay. Don't argue (you can argue, change the pattern, idgaf). Ch 3, turn. 24. sc in second and third ch from hook, sc 31, ch 2 without skipping, sc 32. Ch 3, turn. 25-27. Same as 20-22. 28. Do that thing where you omit the ch space. Or don't. I'm not your mother. 29-30. Same as 20-22 and 25-27. 31. This is ittttttttt! Single crochet until that 2 chain space where I need you to use that one stitch in the key you forgot about? The sc2tog? Keep sc'ing to the end and fasten the fuck off, you did it.

Now you just have to do that two more times and probably in different colors. Maybe if you're fancy you could do stripes. Row 31 should have 92 stitches, but, like I said in Row 13, as long as it's Shaped, you're honestly good. As longs as the Shapes are Basically The Same, you are grooving.

Sew them up. I slip stitched them together because I'm more comfortable with a hook than a needle (and I think it looks nice). Don’t forget to affix something that jingle jangles. 🃏

#crochet patterns #my patterns #crochet

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Animation Night 126: Back to France

Hey everyone! Sorry we never managed to get a chance to watch the remainder of Alexander Senki. That’s still planned, hopefully sometime this weekend! Peter Chung’s later works were fascinating and varied and I look forward to writing about them at some point.

For now, though, we’re going to take a different direction! It’s been a long time since Animation Night last visited France, and in that time the French are still very busy creating some wonderful animations. So let’s cast our beady little eyes across the Channel (or Atlantic Ocean, or uh entirety of Asia, I think that covers most of the places ppl are watching from) and see what’s up!

The place of animation in various cultures is... an interesting thing imo. Whether animation is seen as for children or everyone, what sort of animated film story is prized, what sort of techniques are used - it all varies enormously across the world.

France is of course home to the renowned Gobelins animation school, and has since the late 90s pursued a trend towards making more ‘serious’, art- or drama-oriented animated films - something they’re not really alone in, in Europe. Why? I can only speculate (and such things are kind arbitrary). It might be attributed to the influence of Kirikou, or the effect of cross-pollination at the Annecy film festival, or the role of government arts funding.

In any case, the last decade or two, French animators have been really popping off. There is of course Fortiche Productions of Arcane renown, there’s Studio La Cachette, a group of Gobelins grads who went on to make Primal and Love Death and Robots, there’s Balak of Lastman and then Bobbypills productions like the delightful Peepoodo and the Super Fuck Friends. There are the autobio comics writers turned animators, like Joann Sfar (AN 114) and Marjane Satrapi (whose Persepolis we watched on AN 11, but I still owe a better writeup). And rolling back a bit we find the precise traditional animation of Sylvain Chomet (also AN 11). Along the way there’s odd little one offs springing up here and there, like J’ai Perdu mon Corps (AN 32).

So what’s new?

Let’s start with the mountain climbing movie! The Summit of the Gods (Le Sommet des Dieux) adapts a manga series by that, while not especially well known in Japan, found a big audience internationally and even helped to popularise manga in France.

So what’s it about? In 1924, George Mallory and Andrew Irvine tried to climb Everest, and vanished. This story follows a much later attempt to climb Everest: the young reporter Makoto Fukamachi who follows an enigmatic mountain climber Habu Joji who, he believes, found Mallory’s camera. Thus the film is about the character of Habu, and the reason for climbing mountains in the first place.

Everest is nowadays a place you go to exploit the Sherpas and quite possibly die, leaving a colorful corpse to act as a landmark. But it’s also figured in the world’s imagination pretty much as long as someone worked out how bloody tall the thing is. Mountain climbing fiction, with its tale of risking horrifying death for a goal that’s kind of inexplicable (stand on a tall thing), formed the impetus behind Made in Abyss, one of my favourite recent manga. There is something fascinating in watching someone pursuing a spectacular yet self-destructive goal - c.f. the nature photographer in Jordan Peele’s recent film Nope...

So, in an article on recent French animation, Matteo Watzky (drink!) talks a little bit about this film...

Even in France, Imbert isn’t a very famous or well-established director yet. However, the studio behind the movie, studio Folivari, is rising to be one of the country’s most important animation production companies. Indeed, it was created by Didier Brunner, one of the most renowned animation producers of the last decade: he was behind the French movies Kirikou, The Triplets of Belleville, and Ernest and Célestine, but also the more European production Brendan and the Secret of Kells. In 2014, just as he was going to retire, he was convinced by his two children Damien and Pauline, to supervise creating a new studio, Folivari.

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However, the one common element is in the realism: the movie is entirely 2D, and except for one or two scenes where rotoscoped 3D seems to have been used, it maintains a very high level of quality. This is exceptional, as realistic 2D characters acting on such character designs would be a feat anywhere, especially in the current French landscape. This is even more impressive considering that the movie is about mountaineering, i.e., something involving complex physical activity. The animators were assisted by professional alpinists who could provide advice and reference footage to ensure that everything was consistent and believable.

But the real highlight isn’t even this. In terms of animation proper, it is the effects: some of the snowfalls and avalanches are breathtaking in the way they convey textures. More generally, it is the art direction. The movie as a whole is built around it, with impressive sceneries and carefully-planned shot compositions. While today, many animated movies are design or art direction-driven (see, for example, Wolfwalkers or, to remain in France, Calamity), the way The Summit of the Gods is directed is slightly different and is perhaps the best proof and example of anime’s influence over Patrick Imbert and his team: the storyboarding and art direction work hand in hand, at an equal level. This entails that shot compositions and editing, properly cinematographic techniques that anime has always focused on, are polished.

It sounds great - I wish I could have seen in at the cinema, honestly. But I can bring it to you now in bitcrushed re-encoded 720p over Twitch! ...why do I do this to you?

In between our two main features, I’ll be returning to a thread discussed back when we watched Mutafukaz (Animation Night 105): Studio Ankama. They’re known primarily for their Flash-based work, something which influenced Masaaki Yuasa and Eunyoung Choi during their time at the short-lived Ankama Japan to adopt the technology for use at Science Saru. And chief among those flash animated series are Wakfu and Dofus, a tie in to a pair of MMOs also titled Dofus and Wakfu, both of which take place in a 2D isometric world. And both of which seem to be still around, as far as I can tell!

The style of this is probably the thing that makes it stand out: it’s colourful and of course heavily anime-influenced in its approach to shape and line, but with the uncanny smoothness of computer inbetweening. It’s been a long time since I watched any of it, so I’m kind of curious to take another look. With 65 episodes and counting, we will definitely only be taking a sample of it.

Ankama have recently produced their first traditionally animated film, titled Princesse Dragon, but while it seems to have been released in France, I don’t seem to be able to get my hands on a copy right now.

And finally, let’s return to the court of Sylvain Chomet, with his film The Illusionist (2010) about a French magician who travels to Scotland (not to be confused with the 2006 live-action film...).

Chomet is a spectacular traditional animator. Currently 58 years old, he graduated art school in 1982, and went to London where he worked for some years in animation, primarily for adverts. In 1991 he began work on his short film The Old Lady and the Pigeons, a project which ended up taking a full five years, but made such an enormous splash that Chomet got to direct some feature-length films. The first of these, The Triplets of Belleville, (Animation Night 11) introduced the world to Chomet’s particular style of caricature and understated humour, along with technical animation to rival Disney.

In all of Chomet’s films there’s a certain sense of nostalgia, for the old media world he grew up in, and anxieties over the new capitalistic world suffocating it. Such anxieties are more explicit than ever in The Illusionist, which centres on essentially an animated version of the mime and film director Jacques Tati; it’s based on a script that Tati wrote, but never got to create.

The story focuses on an illusionist who, facing a world which is no longer interested in stage magic in comparison to other forms of entertainment, travels first to London, then finally to Scotland - impressing a girl named Alice who becomes convinced that he has real magic after all.

Chomet’s original plan was to animate the film in Edinburgh, at his newly formed studio Django Films, but soon complained about the shortage of well-trained British animators... and then found himself sacked from directing the film The Tale of Despereaux, an early-CG oddity about a food-loving rat in a medieval setting. When the film came out two years later, Chomet raised a stink, saying that Universal used his designs without credit. In the end, though, Despereaux tanked, and meanwhile Chomet’s studio - unable to find funding for what would have been a ‘Scottish Simpsons’ for the BBC - were left to focus all their efforts on The Illusionist, helped by animators in London, Dundee, Paris and South Korea.

But that’s only the beginning of the weird controversies around the film! A lot revolves around who inspired the character Alice. Tati had two daughters; there was Helga Marie-Jeanne Schiel, abandoned at birth, and the younger Sophie Tatischeff, who gave Chomet the rights to the script. In Chomet’s eyes, the film is about Tatischeff, and Schiel is not mentioned in the credits; however, in her account, the script was an attempt to reconcile with her and Chomet’s version papers over her abandonment again. This seems to have ballooned into an argument over whether the film does a disservice to Tati (even constituting a “sentimental watering-down of his art” as one colleague of Tati wrote).

Unfortunately, I don’t know the first thing about Jacques Tati, so beyond pointing to the controversy I can’t say much more than that. In any case, it promises to be beautiful, particularly in its meticulous depiction of Edinburgh.

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Beyond that, I also have another little short film from Gobelins. Although it was made in 2001, this one only seems to have been released eight days ago, and it’s extremely stylish and charming, calling to mind 60s animation but decisively its own thing. We also have their crop of Annecy idents, and I believe I haven’t shown all of their 2021 films either!

So that leaves us with The Ilusionist, Wakfu and Summit of the Gods - all very different slices of what’s going on in French animation! Please come to twitch.tv/canmom and we’ll start the programme in about 20 minutes~

#animation night #french animation

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I adore Starchaser (Jegulus/Sunseeker)! ❤️💚 I also love bartylus. I read most ships, actually, but those are my faves right now (i contain multitudes).

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I haven’t read the Harry Potter books in years at this point. I do watch the movies from time to time. I am aware of all the issues in the canon, including the racism, antisemitism, fatphobia, sexism, and homophobia (and more 😬). I am very critical with the original material when I engage in it. I do not financially support Joanne in any way.

I do think critically about what it means to be in this fandom. I do my best to minimize any further harm. I do speak out against Joanne and the issues in the Harry Potter books.

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My Fics (under cut)

Headache (starchaser, trans regulus, AU - royalty/arranged marriage, Explicit, WIP)

Prince Regulus Black always knew a few things about marriage: he wouldn’t get to choose his partner, he would marry a man (because his parents would never see him as a man), and that it would be loveless. His new husband, James Potter, can try to change Regulus’s mind about that last one, but he won’t. He doesn’t care that James is kind and patient and very attractive. No, love is not in the cards for Regulus. A story about learning to love and learning to be loved.

James, the Sun (starchaser, background wolfstar and marylily, trans regulus, AU, Mature, 23.9k)

James has been struggling with feeling like he’s too much ever since he and Lily divorced. He’s trying to balance fatherhood, his newly found bachelorhood, and the fact that Sirius keeps disappearing for weeks trying to find his long lost brother, Regulus. When Regulus comes back into Sirius’ life things get even more complicated. OR James is the sun and Regulus tries not to burn.

fool for you (starchaser, Band AU, Mature, 6.5k)

Hard rock lead singer Regulus Black is possibly in love with his brother’s best friend, James Potter (okay, he definitely is). He gets inspired to write a sappy love song and it leaves his fans wondering: who’s got Regulus so soft?

say "don't go" (starchaser, AU, Mature, 1.4k)

i would stay forever if you say, “don’t go.” Lately, things have been rocky for James and Regulus, but all James needs to hear are two simple words.

Hard Days (starchaser, trans regulus, AU, Teen, 1.1k)

Regulus wakes up with body dysphoria and seeks out his boyfriend, James.'

The Best Boyfriend (starchaser, trans regulus (mentioned), AU, Teen, 1.5k)

Regulus has the best boyfriend. Even if he makes him worry sometimes.

My Blood (Regulus & Sirius, Canon Compliant, Mature, 3k, Major Character Death)

Sirius came back home for Regulus. Sirius protected Regulus the best he could, until the end.

#posting to pin #about me #shouts into the ether #might add more later

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palettesofrenaissance · 2 years

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I had thoughts about a gorgeous painting and I unintentionally ranted about women and the shit we get put through

I was looking at a piece of artwork with a figure whose back is facing the viewer, and I thought how we, worldwide, could automatically and immediately recognize it as a woman because of her dress

And then what came to mind was how women have been the subject of paintings and other artwork for decades and decades and centuries and centuries. We are so admired and loved at being muses and subjects of art... And yet we have been erased from history since who-knows-how-long

There's a quote from someone I unfortunately can't remember that went like, "Throughout history, [the author named] "Anonymous" was a woman." And that quote still shakes me. Women, collectively, have experienced the longest running form of oppression: Misogyny. And yet we still struggle with having class consciousness and solidary. One of the earliest laws was against women speaking, with a brutesque, barbaric contraption to harm the wearer if she tries to speak. There have been countless moments when men across races have been able to band together to go against women. I've witnessed a few

And now as I'm typing this, in the grand concept of time, women have not had bodily autonomy for very long. In the USA, it hasn't been long since a single woman could open up a bank account on her own, or own a credit card on her own, or own land property on her own; we couldn't even get divorced not that long ago in the concept of time. We are credited as being the "pure ones" and even the "great diviners" for literally being able to create human beings, but where is the respect that comes along with it? In relation to that aforementioned quote, I remember doing a short report in high school on an author, Joanne K. Rowling, and learning that only when she chose a writing pin name that was unisex but "sounded male" did she stop receiving so many rejection letters. People don't care for what you have to say if you're a woman

It's harder for women to succeed at anything when it's discouraged to even read anything with a feminine name attached to it. That's happened to many journalists too. I still remember that interview between a misogynistic Middle Eastern man and USA female reporter; she was very respectful of the culture and dressed appropriately, but because she is a woman, he refused on camera to even talk to her. People don't care how hard women work, or even any of their work just because they're women

It's about Beyonce only relatively recently being recognized as the greatest performer ever. It's Maya Angelou getting her recognition only after many years. It's being "forgotten" that Marilyn Monroe created her own production company, among other things, which was unheard of in her time period. It's in Amelia Earhart crash landing and radioing for help, but not receiving any, on purpose. It's in that Twitter thread of fucking comic book writers being mansplained to about characters those women wrote. It's in, the most recently I've seen, in a woman in robotics retelling on TikTok her childhood memories of high school boys sabotaging her robots (pouring a cup full of water on hers) and a fucking news anchor thinking she designed the robot rather than built it

Women have so many biological advantages and greatness, but we're reduced to fashion statements, our bodies types going in and out of style; we're reduced to "a feeling," that if you aren't feminine, then you aren't really a woman, that falseness which excludes the many masculine women throughout history and other women who broke the molds that the ideal of femininity =/= women, and other sexist bullshit

Our pain is entertainment; aka the tv show Law and Order SUV that has countless episodes of femicide and rape. Dehumanizing us is enjoyable; there's fucking porn categories like "rape" and "hate fuck" and brutish, disgusting categories I don't want to think about. We're needed in and only to desired in the home (old vintage ads for example, glorifying this) and for a period of time, we couldn't even represent ourselves on stage (ex: Kabuki theatre). Our harm is no big deal (the thousands of Indigenous and Native American women and girls kidnapped every year). No more murdering daughters for arranged marriages, being given to pieces of shit men, or murdered over a piece of head covering. They want to care about us, but only to the extent of: child birthers, pleasure givers, babysitters, or maids. We have our own category of curse words/slurs directed towards us (and men don't). On average we live longer, can maintain longer stamina, are more flexible, less susceptible to most diseases and illnesses, but we're a goddamn joke in our own species

It's been credited that women created calendars, language, home rearing, some medicine, and several tools and crafts. But we we're so focused on unimportant things

I want a world that's better and which does not reduce girlhood/womanhood to a list of stereotypes. I'd love a world where college girls don't have to protest after being raped or assaulted; a world where laws prohibiting rape, pedophilia, assault, and femicide become mandatory. No more period huts or being deemed unclean for a natural bodily function you can't even fucking control. No pink tax. That cures and solutions are found for treatments that mostly effect women, instead of continuing being "a mystery." The toxic ideas of "welfare queen" and "baby mamas" will die. Getting cat called is recognized and punished as the harassment it is. No more cotton ceilings. Women won't be purposely promoted to heads of companies the previous heads know will fail, solely to make the women look bad. We were close with the last feminist march and the pussy hats, but then that was cleverly villainized and disbanded. I want a world that better for women and girls, but I recognize that it won't be near to a reality for the next 3 to 4 generations, minimum

"Behind every great man is an even greater woman holding shit together."

"Behind every successful man is an even better woman who way he's standing in."

Women are great and amazing, and the only truly negative part about our existence is this crummy world that feeds us lies that we aren't shit. There has got to be female class solidary if there ever plans to be a better future (but also, the men know this, and is why they devise ways to sidetrack us)

#feminism #feminist #female class consciousness #female class solidarity #women's rights #female rights

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