#no worries if you're not interested in continuing this! i just thought i'd post it in case you still were.

[orchidniins]

oh i NEED pt 2 of Serendipitous Beginnings🙏

Serendipitous Beginnings Pt. 2 | Arthur Frederick

Summary: Y/N and Arthur finally spend some much time together and go on their first date. Between movie nights and cute museum dates, it's clear they've fallen hard for each other. Pairings: ArthurTV x afab!Reader Warnings: Mature content, Smut, Fluff Word Count: 6k

A/N: Thanks to everyone who showed love on my first post! I wanted to write a part 2 for this with all the cute little ideas in my head. This fic is basically a little collection of events and just a little sprinkle of smut right at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

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You awaken on Saturday, later than your usual wake-up time, feeling a faint headache throbbing behind your temples. Despite the headache, your mind is abuzz with the memories of last night's conversations with Arthur. The lingering memories of the night's events are still fresh in your mind.

As you reach for your phone, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, eager to see if Arthur had messaged you. Sure enough, his name lights up your screen, and you can't help but feel a rush of happiness as you read his message. The two of you had stayed up pretty much all night texting, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you.

Eventually, it was mutually decided to stop texting and finally catch some sleep, but now, even with maybe only two hours of sleep, you're still buzzing with excitement to keep the conversation going. You couldn't help but grin at your phone, fingers tapping out quick replies

Arthur: Hey! Morning! 😊 Arthur: Did you manage to get any sleep in? Y/N: Hey! Good Morning 😊 Y/N: Yeah, I did. Just barely. Did you sleep well? Arthur: Yeah, I managed to get a few hours in too. Couldn't stop thinking about our conversation though. Y/N: Haha, same here! I guess we'll just have to continue it in person, huh? 😉 Arthur: Did you wanna maybe grab some lunch today? Y/N: That sounds great! I'd love to. Where were you thinking? Arthur: How about that place we talked about yesterday? Y/N: Perfect! Can't wait 😊

Eagerly agreeing to meet Arthur for lunch, excitement courses through you at the thought of spending more time with him. However, as you're about to set your phone down, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You had completely forgotten about your plans with Sienna to meet up with a mutual friend who was in town for the weekend.

Y/N: Hey, Arthur! I'm so sorry, but something's come up for today. Can we reschedule for tomorrow? Arthur: Oh, no worries! Tomorrow won't work for me, I've got a shoot scheduled. Y/N: Ah, got it. No problem. Maybe another time then? Arthur: Definitely! Let's figure something out soon. 😊

After a bit more back-and-forth, the conversation trails off, leaving you feeling disappointed that your plans with Arthur didn't pan out. With a sigh, you set your phone aside and get out of bed, heading towards Sienna's bedroom to check in on her.

Entering her room, you find her sprawled out on the bed, half of her body hanging off the edge, her hair messy and makeup smeared. You try to wake her up gently, but she protests, murmuring, "No, not yet, five more minutes."

"Siii," you say, nudging her shoulder, "you know I turned down a date for this lunch today, so you better get up, or I'm gonna have to use violence." Sienna groans in response, still half-asleep, but your mention of a date piques her interest. "A date? What do you mean, a date?" she asks, her eyes fluttering open as she tries to grasp the situation.

You chuckle at her confusion. "I was just kidding, but we better make it to that café on time. You're the one who insisted we go there, even if it's a 50-minute drive from here. Now, get up." Sienna, still groggy, fixates on the idea of a date. "Okay, but what date?" she mumbles, her words slurred with sleep.

With a laugh, you shake your head and say, "Nothing, just get ready," before leaving her room to get ready yourself.

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Over the next few days, despite the promise to meet up, neither you nor Arthur seemed to find the time. It had been over a week since the initial plan was made, and your schedules were keeping you both occupied. Arthur had spent a few days away from London for a shoot, while your own commitments to classes, coursework, and your TA job filled your days from dawn till dusk.

The conversation between you over text seemed to flow effortlessly though. Whether it was during breaks between classes or late at night after a long day of work, hours slipped by unnoticed as you traded stories, shared interests, and laughed at each other's jokes. Even through the screen, you felt like there was undeniable chemistry.

In person, however, it was a different story. Whenever you crossed paths with Arthur in person, whether for the few minutes you had while entering or leaving your apartment, the atmosphere became charged with a hint of awkwardness. Your face-to-face interactions were tinged with an unspoken tension. Probably owing to the fact that neither of you had addressed the hot and steamy kiss shared the other night, leaving many unanswered questions. And neither of you knew how to broach the subject, leaving the issue lingering between you like an elephant in the room.

Today, you're rushing out of your apartment, a whirlwind of activity as you stuff papers into your backpack, your mind preoccupied with the evening class you volunteered to handle for a professor.

You stand outside the elevator, tapping your foot impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. As they slide open, you're about to step in when you're met with Arthur's smiling face.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes brightening at the sight of you.

"Hey," you reply, mustering a smile as you step into the elevator beside him.

"How're things going?" Arthur asks, his voice laced with genuine interest.

"All good," you respond, offering a brief nod. "Just heading to TA for an evening class."

Arthur nods in understanding. "You've been pretty occupied lately, huh?"

You chuckle softly. "Yeah, well you know… Where are you off to?"

"I'm meeting some friends for a drink.", Arthur responds.

"That sounds fun," you say, though inwardly you can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that your paths are diverging once again.

The elevator ride continues in silence, the awkward tension lingering between you like a thick fog. You bite your tongue, racking your brain for something to say to break the uneasy atmosphere. Finally, just as the elevator doors slide open, you blurt out, "Are you free tomorrow night?"

Arthur's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Um, I think so," he replies, sounding intrigued.

"I was thinking of having a movie marathon," you explain, feeling a surge of nervous energy. "And I was hoping to have someone along for it."

A hint of a smile plays at the corners of Arthur's lips. "That sounds like a plan," he says, his eyes brightening with interest. "What were you thinking of watching?"

You grin, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "How about 'The Lord of the Rings'?" you suggest eagerly.

Arthur's eyes light up at the suggestion. "Yes! I love Lord of the Rings. Have you watched the extended versions? If not, we could watch those," he says, genuine excitement in his voice.

Just as excited, you reply, "Yeah! I’d love that."

"Great, sounds like a plan," Arthur confirms with enthusiasm.

Feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, you say, "My place tomorrow? I’ll text you the time."

"Definitely. I'll see you then," Arthur replies.

With that, you bid Arthur goodbye as you step out of the elevator, feeling a sense of excitement building in your chest. Maybe this movie marathon would finally give you the chance to address the elephant in the room and see where things could go with Arthur. But your thoughts are interrupted by the fact that you didn't want to be late to set up for class. You wave him goodbye and head out.

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Before you know it, the day of your movie night arrives. You make sure to stock up on snacks and drinks, preparing for a cozy evening. With Sienna out of the city for work till next week, you have the place all to yourself. You take the time to set up the couch with extra pillows and grab an additional blanket from Sienna's room, ensuring everything is just right for your evening with Arthur.

However, for a fleeting moment, you can't help but overthink why you're going to such lengths. It's not like this was a date, just two friends hanging out. But you quickly brush off the thought when you hear a knock on your door. Taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves, you stride over to the door and swing it open, revealing Arthur standing on the other side.

"Hey!" he greets you with a warm smile, holding up a bag of snacks. "I brought some snacks for movie night. Hope you like popcorn and chocolate!"

You return his smile, feeling relieved at the sight of him. "That's perfect! Come on in," you say, stepping aside to let him enter. "I've set up the living room for our movie marathon. Make yourself at home."

As Arthur steps in, you close the door behind him, trying your best to calm your nerves. Tonight was supposed to be fun, you remind yourself, a simple movie watching experience between friends. Definitely not a date, just two friends hanging out.

You settle onto the couch, gesturing for Arthur to join you. He takes off his jacket and joins you. There's a brief moment of silence as you both get comfortable, but you're determined to keep the atmosphere light.

"So, how's your week been?" you asked, turning to Arthur in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

Arthur leaned back against the cushions, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. "Kind of busy," he replied with a chuckle. "Filming schedules have been hectic lately, but it's been pretty fun filming with my mates. How about you?"

You shrugged, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Same old, same old. Classes, TA gig, grading papers, dealing with undergrads….," You trail off, not wanting to bore him with the details of your day-to-day responsibilities.

But Arthur seems genuinely interested. "I bet you're great at it though," he says, leaning closer, his eyes sparkling with sincerity.

You feel a warmth spread through you at his words, grateful for his encouragement. "Haha, thanks, Arthur," you reply, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, your eyes locked with his.

As the movie progressed, you found yourselves immersed in discussing your favorite scenes and characters. The initial awkwardness began to dissipate, replaced by an easy flow of conversation and laughter, and soon the movie became nothing more than background noise.

Before long, you realized that as the conversation flowed, you were sitting much closer to Arthur. Your knees brushed against each other as you faced one another on the couch. His arm draped over the back, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

Lost in the moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you had ever felt awkward around him in the first place. It felt as though the universe had conspired to bring you together. The desire to kiss him again bubbled up inside you, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire being.

With each passing second, it became increasingly difficult to ignore the palpable tension between you, leaving you hopeful that perhaps Arthur felt the same way.

In the silence that followed, the air between you seemed charged with anticipation. Slowly, almost hesitantly, the two of you leaned in towards each other, the space between you narrowing with each heartbeat.

His gaze met yours, "This feels familiar," Arthur murmured, breaking the silence. You couldn't help but laugh, relieved that at least one of you had acknowledged it.

"Does it now?" you replied, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "So, you do remember."

"How could I forget?" Arthur's voice was barely above a whisper, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "It's been on my mind ever since."

As he leaned in closer, a surge of excitement coursed through you. "Well, good then," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest. Without hesitation, his lips meet yours.

You shifted closer, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. With a gentle but firm grip, he pulled you onto his lap, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if they were meant to be intertwined. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

You melt into each other in a passionate kiss, the world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private universe. His lips were soft, moving with a rhythm that matched yours. With each brush of his lips, it sends the blood rushing down to your core.

Lost in the heat of the kiss, you pressed yourself closer to him. Tangling your hands in his soft hair, savoring the feeling of his arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, you found yourself lost in his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. And you couldn’t remember the last time someone looked at you with such intensity.

As you both caught your breath, a wave of relief washed over you, the tension that had been building between you finally dissipating. With a gentle smile, he breaks the silence, his voice soft but determined. "Let me take you on a proper date," he says, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Okay," you chuckle softly, feeling excited at his words, a fluttering in your stomach as you look back at him. "I’m free this Friday," you reply, your voice filled with warmth. With a playful smile, you lean in and give him a little peck on the lips.

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You were thrilled when Arthur suggested meeting at the history museum after class, eagerly looking forward to spending time together. You even took the extra effort to dress up a bit for the occasion. However, as you hurriedly made your way there, excitement turned to frustration as you realized you were running late. The class you were assisting in had unexpectedly extended, leaving you racing against time as the museum's closing hour approached. You quickly texted Arthur, apologizing for the delay and assured him that you were on your way, determined to make it there as soon as possible.

Y/N: Hey, sorry I'm running a bit late 😅 Y/N: Class ran over, but I'll be there soon! Arthur: No worries at all. I'm just glad you can make it Arthur: Take your time 😊

With determination, you quicken your pace, determined not to let the opportunity slip away. As you finally arrive at the museum, you spot Arthur waiting patiently outside the entrance. He looks great, dressed in a nice crewneck sweatshirt and black cargos, it makes your heart skip a beat at just how good he looked.

You hurry over to him, eager to make up for lost time. "Hey!" you exclaim, a wide smile spreading across your face as you reach him.

"Hey," Arthur greets you warmly, his eyes lighting up with genuine delight at the sight of you. He opens his arms, inviting you into a warm embrace.

You gladly accept the hug, reveling in his warmth and the comforting scent of his cologne. "Sorry I'm late," you say softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze.

Arthur shakes his head, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "No need to apologize. I'm just happy you're here now," he assures you, his voice filled with warmth.

You feel a surge of relief at his response. "Thanks for waiting," you say gratefully, reaching out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Arthur squeezes your hand back, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Of course, it's no problem. We can always do something else if the museum's closed," he suggests, ever the considerate gentleman, despite the museum being almost 15 mins past closing.

But you shake your head, determined not to let the evening go to waste. "No, no, just trust me on this," you insist.

Arthur raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your enthusiasm. "Alright… I trust you," he says with a smile, willing to go along with your plan.

With a grin, you take Arthur's hand and lead him towards the side entrance of the museum. As you walk, you quickly glance at your phone to confirm the last-minute plans one final time, the ones you made on the subway over, sending a quick text message. Then, slipping your phone back into your pocket, you look up to flash Arthur a smile, and he returns it with warmth in his eyes.

You head to the side entrance and spot your friend. Waving enthusiastically, you exchange greetings and shake hands, expressing your gratitude once again. "Thank you again, I owe you big time," you say appreciatively.

"Not a problem at all," your friend responds warmly as he lets the two of you in "Anything for a friend. Just make sure to leave before 8 p.m."

You nod in agreement and turn to Arthur, excitement bubbling within you as you lead him inside. His curious gaze prompts you to explain the situation. "That guy was an old graduate advisor of mine," you begin, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "He's works here as a curator now."

Arthur's eyes widen with interest as he looks around, taking in the museum's atmosphere. "I have to say… that’s quite impressive," he remarks, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, his job's pretty cool," you reply, nodding in agreement.

But Arthur interrupts you before you can say anything further. "No, not that… you. You are quite surprising… in a good way," he adds with a playful smirk, his hand still holding yours. You feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks at his compliment.

You chuckle softly, feeling shy at his words, "Just give me more time to impress you further with my wildly interesting mind," you playfully quip, unable to contain the grin that spreads across your face.

Arthur's smile widens in response, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he admires your playful banter.

Turning away to hide your embarrassment, you reply, "Anyways, we have two hours now… best not waste any time," as you pull him towards the main hall.

The museum is bathed in the soft glow of a few lights, casting a gentle ambiance over the now empty hall. Excitement courses through you as you eagerly lead Arthur around, pointing out each exhibit with enthusiasm. Arthur listens intently, his eyes filled with genuine interest as he witnesses how passionate you sound.

With each second passing, he finds himself increasingly impressed by just how intelligent you are, finding himself melting at each of your words.

He often found himself just looking at you, mesmerized by your beauty, and sometimes forgetting to even glance at the displays. It still felt surreal to him that you were here with him right now.

"You know," you share, a hint of nostalgia coloring your voice, "when I was a kid, my dad used to bring me here whenever he had work in the city. He’d always bring me along with him."

"It's always been one of my favorite places in London," you conclude with a smile.

Arthur smiles warmly, his admiration evident as he responds, "I can see why."

As the two of you continue to explore the halls, the world outside the museum fades away, leaving you in your own private sanctuary. Stolen glances, brushes of hands, and a shared electricity fill the air, making this the most enjoyable date you've ever had.

As the evening progresses, you find yourselves completely immersed in each other's company, sharing stories and laughing without a care in the world. Arthur's admiration for you grows with each passing moment, his heart feeling lighter in your presence. Lost in the magic of the moment, you both find yourselves laughing and running around the museum halls, creating memories that will last a lifetime. Arthur captures candid photos of you, the echoes of your laughter filling the empty corridors.

Caught up in the magic of the moment, Arthur can't help but stare at you with admiration, his eyes drinking in your beauty. You stand before a display of jade artifacts, leaning closer to examine the intricate details, while sharing a story about a similar find or an excavation you volunteered on last year. "This is fascinating, isn’t it?" you remark, turning to Arthur with a sparkle in your eyes.

As you await his response, you're met with a lingering gaze, his eyes intense and unwavering. Feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks, you can't help but inquire with a small chuckle, "What?"

"You know," he begins, his voice soft with sincerity, "you're absolutely stunning."

You chuckle at his compliment, feeling a warm blush spread across your cheeks. "Oh, stop it," you tease, playfully nudging him. "You're not so bad yourself."

His gaze remains fixed on you, his expression filled with genuine affection. "I mean it," he insists, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're truly amazing."

You meet his gaze, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that," you joke, a playful grin tugging at the corners of your lips. "But I must say, you're not so bad at dishing out compliments either." You pause, your tone softening. "Thanks, Arthur."

Arthur smiles warmly, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of his words. "Anytime," he replies, his hand squeezing yours gently. "I just call it like I see it."

With a contented sigh, you fully face him now, reveling in the comfortable silence that envelops you both. The quiet of the museum amplifies the intimacy of the moment, and you find yourself drawn to Arthur, his presence filling you with warmth and affection.

Arthur leans in closer, his heart pounding in his chest as he presses a soft kiss to your lips. As he pulls away slightly, his breath tickling your skin.

You smile back at him, your cheeks flushed as your hand finds the back of his head, gently pulling him closer. As your lips meet his, you eagerly return the kiss, losing yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours. In that moment, nothing else matters, not caring about the passing time or potential interruptions.

As you reluctantly pull away, a soft smile plays on your lips. "It's getting late," you murmur, glancing at your watch. "A lot later than we were supposed to stay."

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you. "Okay, let's head back," he suggests, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"But hey, how about we grab dinner on the way back?" you suggest, a playful glint lighting up Arthur's eyes as he nods eagerly.

With a smile, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers as you make your way out of the museum. As you walk, you take a moment to text your friend, expressing your gratitude for letting the two of you sneak in and apologizing for overstaying your welcome.

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After leaving the museum, the two of you walked a few blocks to a cozy restaurant nearby, to grab some food before you sadly had to end your date. The warm glow of the restaurant's interior welcomed you as you stepped inside, finding a quiet corner to enjoy your meal together.

As you savored each bite and shared lighthearted conversation, it became evident that neither of you were quite ready to end the evening just yet. With a reluctant sigh, you eventually found yourselves back in the lobby of your apartment building, waiting for the elevator to arrive.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as you stood side by side, nerves buzzing beneath the surface. Unable to resist the urge any longer, you finally turned to Arthur, your voice tinged with nervousness. "Do you want to come back to mine?" you asked, your heart pounding in your chest.

Arthur's gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of apprehension. Slowly, he nodded his head, his own nerves evident.

He had been to your place before, but tonight felt different, the stakes somehow higher, or perhaps that was just the horny part of his brain taking over. He wanted nothing more than to be glued by your side, yet he also wanted to be respectful of your boundaries, especially after the wonderful time you had today.

A nervous chuckle escaped him as he tried to ease the tension. "I'd love to," he replied with a slight voice crack. You couldn't help but laugh, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably, joined by his as you both shared in the moment, breaking the tension that had settled between you.

As soon as you and Arthur step into your apartment, the door closes behind you with a soft click, enveloping you both in the intimate glow of the dimly lit space. The air feels somewhat thicker, and though you had spent quite a cute and romantic evening, all you could think about was just how much you wanted him right now.

As if on autopilot, your body moves on its own accord. You close the distance between you in an instant, pressing your lips against his. Your hands instinctively find their way to his firm chest, while his slowly rise to grasp your waist, pulling you closer as you usher him further into the apartment. The kiss is hungry and urgent, reflecting the desire between you two.

You continue to kiss each other, your lips locked in a fervent kiss. Occasionally, you break apart just long enough to catch your breath. As the heat between you grows, your hands roam eagerly.

In the midst of your passionate exchange, you manage to breathe out a whispered "Bedroom," your warm breath grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Without hesitation, you both stumble together towards the bedroom, both of you equally as eager.

Once you're in your bedroom, you guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, your movements fluid and confident. You position yourself between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his body as his hands find their place on your hips, pulling you closer.

You lean in, capturing his lips again, igniting a fiery passion between you. His hands trail up the back of your shirt, leaving tingles in their wake as you deepen the kiss, your fingers tangling in his soft, fluffy hair.

With newfound boldness, his hands move down to your ass, giving it a teasing squeeze that sends a jolt of electricity through you, before he trails his hands down to the back of your thighs.

Arthur pulls you onto his lap, a low hum escaping his lips as you shuffle over his growing arousal. You bite down on his bottom lip, a gasp escaping you as you feel the hardness beneath his clothes. "God, Arthur," you breathe out, your voice heavy with desire as his hands continue to knead the soft flesh of your thighs.

As your shirts come off in the heat of the moment, your hands eagerly explore his body, tracing every contour and eliciting soft groans from him. His mouth and tongue muffle your shuddering gasp as you grind yourself against his clothed crotch, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of you. Your kisses grow more passionate, tongues intertwining, exploring each other's mouths desperately.

You pant out his name, your body overtaken by the intense sensation, but Arthur suddenly pulls away from the kiss and grips your hips firmly, halting your movements. Confusion clouds your expression, wondering if this wasn't what he wanted after all.

He notices the flicker of self-doubt in your eyes, his hand instinctively reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his smile as reassuring as ever. "Don't worry, darling," he begins, his voice gentle yet earnest. "I love what we're doing, don’t get me wrong…big fan of sex, and you are incredibly sexy. But I just want to make sure you know that I like you very much, Y/n. I mean, really like you. This is more than just something physical for me. I love spending time with you, and I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the opportunity to lay my eyes on."

You melt at his heartfelt words, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at his sincerity. Arthur's genuine expression reassures you, his intent clear as day. It's endearing how he takes the time to ensure there's no doubt in your mind about his feelings.

You reach for his face, holding it gently between your hands as you stare deeply into his captivating eyes. "I really like you too, you know," you admit, sincerity echoing in your voice. "I don't just jump into bed with any odd guy." A smile dances on your lips as you share a brief moment of understanding, sealing it with a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

As you pull back, his fingers linger on your waist for a few seconds, sending goosebumps rippling across your skin in a sweet, tingling sensation.

As you resume kissing, your hands begin to trail down to the button of his trousers, starting to undo them. But once again, Arthur stops you, gently pulling away from your embrace. "Wait," he murmurs, his voice low and husky, "Lay down on your back for me."

You comply, as Arthur gently moves you off of him, the anticipation building as you settle onto the bed, watching intently as Arthur moves closer. With ease, he helps you slide off your jeans and panties, his touch sending tingles down your spine, each moment feeling more intimate than the last.

Once you're fully exposed before him, Arthur takes a moment to admire the sight before him, his gaze filled with desire and admiration. He begins to remove his own clothes, his movements deliberate yet filled with an undeniable hunger.

The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of urgency and desperation to something lighter and sweeter. He leaned over you, his touch gentle and reassuring as he positioned himself between your legs. With one hand resting softly on your hip and the other providing support beside you, he lowered his head to spread kisses along your body. Each touch of his lips spreads a heat throughout your body, making you even wetter than you already were.

As his lips found their way to your breast, a soft sigh escaped your lips. Arthur's mouth moved with a practiced rhythm, his movements calculated to elicit the sweetest of moans from you. With each kiss and gentle suckle, he drew out your pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment.

His lips trailed from your breast to your neck, peppering delicate kisses along the sensitive skin. Finding a spot that made you gasp and arch your back, he lingered there, his ministrations drawing out a deep, primal moan from deep within you. He had surely left a mark, something that you would have to worry about covering up tomorrow.

Arthur shifts slightly, supporting himself as he rises, granting you an enticing view of his hard cock. With a few quick pumps of his hand, he looks at you, both your eyes glazed with undeniable lust. Without a word, he poses the question, "Condom?"

Your body slightly moves to the side and your hand reaches instinctively to the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving a foil packet. You tear it open, pulling out the condom. As you carefully slide it down his throbbing length, a soft groan escapes him, his body responding eagerly to your gentle touch.

The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as the two of you lock eyes, dark with desire. You search his eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt, but all you find is pure admiration reflected back at you. And in that moment, there was no need for words, you knew how much you craved each other.

He gently rubs the tip of his cock against you. Your eyes shut tight, a soft moan escaping your lips as you feel the sensation of his cock exploring your wet folds.

Arthur's voice breaks through the haze of desire as he asks, "Ready?" You nod eagerly in response, your body craving the intimate connection that only he can provide. With a gentle thrust, he enters you, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. Your hands instinctively grip his shoulders for support, while his hands firmly grasp your hips, guiding each rhythmic movement with care.

You pant out his name between breathy moans, the sound reverberating in the air as he continues to thrust into you. "Arthur," you gasp.

He pauses, his movements slowing, and he looks down at you with genuine concern. "Is this okay?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. In that moment, the connection between you felt deeper than mere physicality and it all started to feel more intimate and meaningful.

He waits for your response, his breath mingling with yours as he gazes into your eyes. When you nod in affirmation, a wave of relief washes over his face. With a tender smile, he resumes his movements, each stroke of his cock against you more passionate and deliberate than the last.

Arthur murmurs, "Y/N, you feel absolutely amazing, darling," as he grunts with each slow thrust, a subtle force behind each movement now, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

You grip his shoulders tighter, your voice a low moan. "Fuck, Arthur."

Your moans and grunts intertwine, echoing throughout the empty apartment as the two of you become lost in each other.

Arthur rests his forehead against yours, his movements still steady as he continues to pleasure you. A soft smile graces his lips as he whispers, "You're so beautiful, Y/N," planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your mind swims in a sea of pleasure, every sensation heightened as you surrender to the moment.

Arthur maintains his pace, gradually speeding up as the intensity between you heightens. Each movement feels like a perfect fit, as if your bodies were made to intertwine in this exact moment. As you feel your orgasm approaching, you can't help but release a string of uncontrollable moans, "Shit, Arthur, I'm close."

Arthur slows his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming deeper and more intense with each movement. You can feel him filling you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Me too," he responds breathlessly, his arousal evident in his voice, matching the urgency in yours.

Moments later, Arthur reaches his peak, his release triggering your own. You cry out into the crook of his neck as waves of ecstasy wash over you, your bodies trembling in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Both of you are left as absolute panting messes, your bodies still intertwined. His lips move across your face, peppering tender kisses everywhere, trailing down to your neck where he places a kiss at the mark he had previously left.

Gently, he pulls out of you and excuses himself momentarily. He returns with a wet towel from the bathroom, carefully cleaning you up before tossing the towel aside. A gentle peck on your lips follows, his affectionate gesture speaking volumes.

Settling into the spot next to you, he pulls you onto his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "I'm so lucky to have met you," he murmurs softly, his words laced with sincerity. He places a sweet peck on your forehead, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with you as sleep begins to overtake you.

You snuggle closer, a contented smile gracing your lips. "No you have no idea how lucky I am," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. With a final sigh of contentment, you drift off into a peaceful slumber in his embrace, the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a deep sleep.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

A/N: Thanks again to everyone who sends in requests. I appreciate all of you so much. I have about 6 works in my drafts right now that I am working on getting out as quickly as possible.

Check out my other fics and oneshots here. Requests are open...or just drop in for a chat! 😊

#arthurtv #arthurtv x reader #arthurtv imagines #arthurtv fics #arthurtv smut #smut #arthur frederivk #arthur frederick imagines #arthur frederick smut #chaos crew #youtube imagines #arthur frederick x reader #george clarke #chrismd #arthur hill #george clarkey

[daisyswift3]

KAYLORS I JUST DECIPHERED THE PR MESSAGES FROM PRESENT 🎁 ANON AND AM NOW VERY CERTAIN THEY’RE LEGIT TOO. So we started receiving these very interesting anon messages exactly 2 months before the release of TTPD (release was 4/19)

We were told to keep our eyes peeled for a present or gift we would be receiving and well we got it

There are P's and R's repeated in the messages. "The hint is in the words." P = PETER. R = ROBIN. Those songs are a gift to us kaylors. They're separated by just one song, the Bolter (which I'm 99% sure is related to the 8th 🎃 message bc Taylor almost drowns and a bolter is a coward which was the main point of the message); and Taylor mentions CPR in So Long, London which means they're all related. Bc Cassandra = Taylor, Peter = her second kid, Robin, = her first kid. They're related bc they're a family. I think it's possible those are the actual names of her two kids

"This is not the manuscript" i.e. the manuscript (closing track) is not the gift, it's the songs right before it! Robin is the 2nd to last song, Peter the 4th to last, and Cassandra the 5th to last. "It has been hidden well, look where the above may find you." They can be found in the track titles themselves. "Plausible deniability. Think of the one we continue to revisit"--K and T have plausible deniability since everyone thinks those are JK's kids. BUT "the volcano will soon rupture, whoever is to defame" which means that one day all the truth will come spilling out regardless of the defamation that will happen. "Restful, reticent, restraint. And PUBLISH!"--perhaps a tell-all memoir??

"The predecessor was the crumb" in other words peace "I'd give you my wild, give you a child" (see this post) was just a faint hint but now she's getting really close to revealing everything which is what the volcano 🌋 represents! THE DANDELIONS IN THE ROBIN LYRIC VID. Robin is the single dandelion floret (secret) she was so worried abt sending into someone else’s yard in the 7th 🎃 message (see this post). She was afraid that sending this song out into the world could expose the truth she’s worked so hard to protect before she’s ready but she did it anyway. “Once you blow a dandelion, you never get it back. It isn’t yours anymore.” “But the story isn’t mine anymore.” 🎃 mentions how the recipient of the dandelion would also blow and spread the florets which might mean kaylors would catch on and spread the secret. The 8th message also mentions a dandelion that the enemy has and spreads but I’m not yet sure who this person is—also this person could be the “recipient” and not kaylors but I’m not sure. And I’m not sure if this means they’d like us to kinda keep this to ourselves and not use Robin as a gotcha since it’s meant to be more of a seed planted for future use (no pun intended). But it definitely seems like they aren’t ready to reveal everything just yet

"As the neighbor holds the lamp to witness her Goodbye" = "Now you're in my backyard turned into good neighbors" and "But the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light"

"Reach those lanterns a little bit higher for you shall receive a metaphor so dire"--a jack-o-lantern like pumpkin anon? These metaphorical messages will help us to understand K and T's entire complicated situation?

"When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me"--"breath of fresh air through smoke rings." Haven't quite figured out what this part means yet but it reminds me of blowing smoke which means to deliberately confuse or deceive (lavender haze mv)

This is as far as I've gotten w decoding the messages. This all adds a lot of context to those 🎃 messages and makes them a little more clear. There’s definitely more clues in there we have yet to decipher so pls share your thoughts

#robin #pumpkin #present anon #peter #volcano #dandelions

[trigunbookclub]

TrigunBookclub Afterparty!

Hello there! As bookclub winds down to a close, there a few things to announce:

Bookclub Afterparty!

Bookclub may officially be over, but the Trimax brainrot continues! There are some bonus comics, the Multiple Bullets anthology (with all its great and terrible stories), and some folks have fallen behind, have essays left to write, or have things they wanted to create or share and haven't had a chance. I myself fell behind since life has been a bit hellish on my end, I'm two volumes behind--and I don't seem to bethe only one in that position!

So, I want to invite people to keep using and watching the tag until the end of October! Discuss, share theories, thoughts, art, shout-out posts and ideas that you love, just have fun! You can discuss the entire series and all related materials--hell, you can even do a read/reread it if you want to. Whatever goes, so long as it follows the guidelines.

Bookclub 2.0!

I've been talking with the @trigun-manga-overhaul team, who we all know has the best Trigun manga translation out there--but it's about to get better with Overhaul 2.0! When it drops probably next year, it will be at the pace of a chapter a week, and I plan to run the bookclub during that time to celebrate! This gives much more time for discussion, comparing, analyzing, and keeping up with posts. Since it will be a longer reading time and it's round two, spoilers will be allowed, though I will ask that they be tagged.

I also highly encourage everyone to feel free to use the tag when the hardcovers from Dark Horse are released to celebrate and discuss!

Bookclub Archive!

Since social media has a tendency to be ephemeral at best, the lovely @versaphile has taken it upon themselves to archive the bookclub posts of everyone who gives permission for them to do so! This way you can binge meta and posts and find everything much more easily. You can find the archive here, and see an example of archived posts here. If you're interested in or okay with being included in the project, please contact @trigunreferencelibrary!

Bookclub Stickers!

Multiple people have talked about wanting a badge of honor for participating in/keeping up with bookclub, and I think that might be a bit tricky... but how about some stickers? I figure that this way, the shipping is affordable even for international folks since I've seen a good amount of people around the world participating and lurking! I'm going to try and find printing for as affordably as I can (if anyone out there knows any good distributors for smaller batch sticker orders, please shoot me a DM!), and it won't be something to profit off of--just in memory of a great time! The only thing is I have two options, and I don't know if either of them are even what folks want. So...

And that's all that I can think of for now! I'm a bit exhausted and run ragged at the moment, so feel free to ask for any clarification on anything. When I started this project, I honestly didn't think I'd get many if any people following through--I know people lose their focus easily (myself included). But instead it turned into a huge celebration of a beautiful manga that is finally getting the attention it deserves after kind of getting buried by time. I've met some absolutely amazing and brilliant people throughout this event, and I just want to say thank you to every single person who made a post, supported others, and/or just lurked. You guys are fantastic and made this an amazing experience.

#Trigun #Trimax #Trigun Maximum #TrigunBookclub #I can't believe it's over ):

[icannot3]

I would 100% be interested in a part 2 of the sock rule!

I truly did not think you guys would like this so much, but I'm so glad you did! Your wish is my command teehee. (HOPEFULLY it's not too late to finally post this lmao.) Ngl I'm kinda nervous about this one because I've never written this explicitly before. Anyways, enjoy!

The Sock Rule (pt.2)

Part 1!

Word count:1.5k

Warning: NSFW below the cut. (P in v penetration), oral (f receiving), riding, slight overstimulation.

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"Eh, I don't think my roommate will care."

He chuckled, nodding his head. "I agree. He's actually pretty stoked." His hands were cradling your waist, thumbs tracing soft circles into the plush skin. Slowly, they crept down to the hem of your pants, tugging there. You stopped him, "I think you're wearing a little too much to get to that just yet." It was true, you were half naked, and he still had layers of clothing underneath his jacket. The realization dawned upon him. Instantly, he was ripping off his top with fervor. The fabric slid off of his body, and you were far from disappointed at the sight. Surely you'd seen him shirtless before, but you'd never been able to shamelessly look for longer than just a glance. The times you had seen him, it was only for the purpose of cleaning some sort of injury he'd withstood and needed help tending. But your eyes were far from discreet now. He was lean with a nicely muscular torso. Your fingers traced down his chest, feeling the scars you'd recognized from treating them in the past.

His hands were on you immediately, mouth latching onto yours with desperation that surprised even himself. His fingers trail down your neck, grazing against the sensitive areas near your collar. His kisses are soft but still eager as his tongue prods past your lips. You gasp, arms flying around his back. The embarrassment you feel instinctively makes you laugh ever so slightly, as you were slowly becoming more self-conscious by your practically nude state pressing tightly against him. Peter glaces up at you, his look of utter confusion putting you into hysterics. To sooth his worries, your hands cradle his head. You lean in, kissing him sweetly opposed to the passionate and desperate kisses you'd shared before. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous that this is really happening. I never thought you liked me like that." He breaks away, small pecks now trialing down your jaw.

"I've been in love with you for years." He was rubbing your arms, laying on top of you. "I want us to be more than just roommates who-" He pauses, "do it." His dopey grin makes your heart flutter. "You just totally rock my world, babe. I wouldn't want anyone else." You were yet again for what felt like the millionth time today, flabbergasted. Collecting yourself, a smile graces your lips. "I agree. I kinda love you back, Peter." He bends down to your waist, hands wrapped around your thighs. He was on cloud nine, mentally jumping for joy. "Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to continue." Enthusiastically, he slides down your pants, leaving you completely bare beneath him. Before you can even stop him, your undergarments are being thrown across the room.

His hand teasingly played with your folds, trailing lightly over the skin. Peter took his time when eyeing you up, relishing in the perfection of the moment. You nudged his head with your knee, trying to urge him to continue as the anticipation felt fatal. His breath was hot against your core. The sensation of excitement set fire to your stomach, pleasure butterflying in waves. The pad of his thumb deliciously rubs your clit in circles, sending a rush of extacy through you. Your head leans back, as you are far too flustered already to bring yourself to watch his ministrations. Peter, despite his occupied state, had not once stopped smiling. As his tongue begins to lick your center, you can feel it against you. Back arching, the mattress creaked beneath you. The worry over whether or not the walls were soundproof lingered, fearing the neighbors may hear your illicit sounds. This fear is quickly disregarded when his thumb begins to vibrate against you while he practically devours your weeping cunt.

You gasped, "I didn't know you could do that!" Your hand flies over your mouth, trying to muffle the uncontrollable moans escaping from your parted lips. He chuckled pridefully, "Hopefully, I can suprise you with more than this." He himself was growing painfully erect, hard-on snuggly trying to escape the confines of his pants. Your head jerks back yet again when he sticks a vibrating digit inside, curling it and trying to find your sweet spot. Quickly, he becomes successful, applying just enough pressure to the soft area. His thumb remained on your clit, the unceasing pleasure making you almost whine from overstimulation. It brought tears to your eyes that were close to brimming out the corners.

Your first orgasm hit you like a tital wave. Your hand had entangled itself within his silver locs, thighs encasing his head tightly in its spot. You were gasping and calling his name like it was your mantra. Sweat gleamed across your forehead. You'd lost all train of thought after being finger-fucked to stupidity. Peter flattens his tongue, lapping up your juices and coaxing you out of your natural high as you come down. "That was so fucking hot." Your slick was shamelessly coated across his lips and chin. He sat up, hands shaking as he struggled to unbutton his jeans as quickly as he desired. The fabric slipped from his grasp repeatedly.

You moved to help him, unbuttoning his jeans and completing the tedious task for him. He was nervous, despite knocking you senseless only moments before, and you could tell. His pants and underwear were discarded with your own onto the floor. His cock sprang to life once released. A ferocious blush heated your entire face, and you found yourself unable to look away. You clear your throat, coughing to get his attention. "So, the carpets do match the drapes!" His eyes flash widely at you, and his body flops onto the bed at your side. "I'm never getting my dick out in front of you again." He dramatically covers his face with regret. You run your hand up his chest, straddling yourself on top of him. "I highly doubt that's true." You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I think it's cute."

His dick rubs against your entrance, the friction as it slides across your sensitive bud, making you desperate for more. Your hips grind on top of him and Peter gasps. He thrusts up, craving your touch. His hands grab you by the ass as he aligns himself with your pussy. "Is this still alright?" His voice is raspy. You nod, sinking down onto him. Slowly, you bottom out, allowing yourself to sit there to adjust. His eyes screw shut as he lets out a shaky breath, along with a string of unintelligible cursing. You leaned into him, rocking your hips slowly up and down his shaft. Your toes curled, head burying against his shoulder. His labored breathing was hot against your ear as you continued, his soft moans sending your mind into a state of bliss. He cradled your back while leaning up so you could sit on his lap. His strong arms helped you move faster up and down, his mouth latching onto your breast to suck the soft skin. His tongue flicked across your nipple, the feeling heightening your sensitivity. You were growing weak, thighs on the brink of collapsing. Without a word he subconsciously knew, flipping you underneath of him.

His thrusts were long and deep, his pace slowly quickening over time. The tip of his cock was ramming you sweetly, enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hips were beginning to move more erratically as his moans were becoming more like desperate whines. He was praising you with every breath he took, completely enamored by the sensation. Peter's hand once again reached down, vibrating against your clit as he was desperate to get your second orgasm of the day out before his first. A tight knot was building inside of you, threatening to come undone. He rolls once more deeply inside of you, white-hot heat pushing you over the edge. It was far stronger than before, your voice hitching as you cry out for him. Peter was quick to pull out, cumming on your stomach. The ropes of heat coat your skin prominently. You close your eyes, collecting yourself as the last waves of extacy fade away. He lays flat beside you, arm lazily wrapping around the back of your neck for a hug. His lips place a kiss on your temple before he leans his head onto your neck.

You hum fulfillingly, "Not bad, Quicksilver." Your hand lays against his chest, feeling his heart pound against it. He softened his gaze, his hand playing with a piece of your hair. "Thanks, m'lady." You looked down his figure, admiring his beauty. Your eyes stop at his foot and your brow furrows. "I completely forgot about your injury. Is it okay?"

Peter lifts his leg in acknowledgment, "Oh yeah, it's great now. Feels good as new." He bends his ankle. "It's as if you gave me some magic medicine. Maybe this is what we should have been doing to fix me up all along!" His hand taps your arm matter-of-factly, his tone cheery. You giggle, shaking your head. "Then I suppose we can try it out some more."

Peter concluded that he would gladly walk towards the face of danger from that day on.

Taglist: @taintandviolent (if you would like to be added, tell me in the comments!)

#evan peters #fluff #peter maximoff #x men #peter maximof x reader #smut #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff smut

[captain-mj]

some ghostsoap cnc with selkie ghost maybe? I'm curious how I'd all work with his coat :)

I love your fics btw thank you sm for posting them!

I've been saving this ask for a rainy day so I wrote most of this the day of ao3 shut down and the other half when my cat died so this just felt right. Also CNC is used as therapy in this because I was possessed while writing it and have no control over it

Ghost didn't feel too nervous handing the coat to Soap. That was a huge sign of the trust he had in Soap. Well. He had also maybe told Price to check in the morning if Soap gave it back, but that's so besides the point.

They had talked everything through thoroughly. It was safe. Ghost just had to remember that as Soap put on his coat and he felt his freewill slowly drip out of him.

"Remember. I push too hard. You get uncomfortable. Simple safe word stops everything."

"Yes, sir." Ghost responded immediately.

Soap swallowed. "Repeat the safe word for me?"

"Gunpowder."

"There you go. Are you sure about this?" Soap asked tentatively.

Ghost had suggested this after researching therapy techniques. Reliving the trauma in a healthy way. Soap mostly had the coat so Ghost wouldn't flip out and fight him. There were still clear boundaries and safe words. Either could step out at any time.

"I'm sure."

Soap nodded and gently bound Ghost's wrists behind his back. They were starting simple. Recreating when the lady....

The lady...

Soap's hand on his cheek brought him back to reality. "Simon."

"Keep going."

Soap nodded and pulled off his mask. He reached down and cut off Ghost's shirt.

"Don't touch me." Ghost snarled at him.

Soap ignored him. Instead running his hands over Ghost's body, squeezing his pecs and scratching down his chest. "Firm. You feel good."

Ghost growled louder at him and tried to get away, but Soap's hands were insistent. It felt good. It was Soap so of course it did. Soap would never hurt him.

His dick was certainly showing interest.

"Please..."

Soap leaned down and kissed him, biting at Ghost's throat. "Just relax and enjoy this."

Ghost's body immediately went lax and pleasure clouded his brain. He felt his pants get unzipped and he struggled more.

"No. No no no."

Soap stroked him slowly, getting a feel for it. "Jesus. You're so big. Not sure how I'll fit it."

Ghost pleaded with him to stop, even as he got hard. He found himself enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would but he wanted to play his part. Soap dripped lube on him slowly. The cold making goosebumps over his flesh. He shivered and tried to tense to brace himself, but the order to relax kept him from doing so.

His warm hand started to stroke him, spreading the cold lube around. "Going to ride you. A reward for all your hard work."

It wasn't expected, but it added a little to the realism. Ghost felt himself falling in a weird space between what actually happened and what's happening now at Soap's hand. He rubbed his thumb over Ghost's slit and made him groan.

Panic and pleasure started to curl up in his stomach. Soap wouldn't stop moving his hand and Ghost groaned.

"Stop. I can't."

Soap huffed. "No. Want to enjoy this." His body was on display. It made Ghost so goddamn horny it was hard to think. He felt so flustered and it felt so good.

Soap continued for a good long time before deciding he had enough. Then he threw his legs over his lap and sat up. He started to slide down on him, head falling back. For a moment, Ghost worried that Soap would hurt himself before realizing he must've stretched himself before hand. He felt so warm.

"No. I can't take it." Instinctively, he tried to escape his binds but he couldn't. His arms strained as he tried to break them and free himself.

"Yeah, you can." Soap started to ride him immediately, clearly enjoying himself. He kept his eyes on him just in case.

Simon panted softly and closed his eyes. He was panicking so much he almost couldn't enjoy it. He didn't want to safe word yet, wanting to keep pushing. Johnny wouldn't hurt him. Never would.

Soap leaned into his ear. "Just feel the pleasure alright? I want you to only feel good."

The order was accidental, but there. All of the synapses in Ghost's brain shifted, sending sparks of just pure pleasure through him. The small aches that never left his body and the soreness in his scars disappeared. All he felt was the warmth and his now impending orgasm.

Warmth and pressure. All around him. Soap's warm skin against his chest. Mouth on his and on his neck. His entire body sang as the pressure mounted and then he came, stars filling his vision.

Soap kissed him softly and moaned into his mouth, riding him through it. Overstimulation hit but it felt so goddamn good. Tears started streaming down his face as his ears rang. His refractory period must've been ruined by the order because he's fairly certain he came again.

His body could only feel the pleasure and without the pain to cut it, everything felt dizzying. It coursed through him and his brain felt like it was melting.

He must've blacked out for just a second because the next thing he knew, Soap was frantically trying to get his attention.

"Simon. Simon." He was shaking him slightly, looking scared. Ghost's coat was back around him so that's why the order ended.

"Johnny." His voice sounded wrecked and dopey even to his own ears. "Johnny."

"You okay? Jesus, I knew this wasn't a good idea I am so so-"

Simon kissed him softly, holding him close. "Perfect."

"What?"

"Perfect."

"You blacked out."

Simon shrugged and grinned, eyes focusing a bit more. "Cuddle me."

Johnny looked surprised but he did cuddle him. "You never really ask for this."

Simon shrugged and snuggled him, loose and vulnerable. "Yeah. Usually because I think of her. But right now...

I only think of you."

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[misc-obeyme]

Re: this if you don't mind me expanding on it, I've always liked the thought of dealing with the cast (particularly the brothers) in a very blunt and straightforward way. As much as I love them, they don't need to be coddled and in the wrong situation, it could easily feed into an idea that they could get away with anything.

It probably depends on the 'crime' (sometimes literal, honestly) and their response. Beel is one I can't see doing it as much with, because he tends to show remorse and do what he can to repay for his mistakes a lot more often than his brothers. Because he's a sweetheart. <3

Mammon, though? Asmo? Belphie? Hell, even (especially, depending on the circumstances) Lucifer. Yeah, no, they're going to learn and I'm going to teach them.

Talking bad about your brother or someone outside of the HoL when they don't deserve it? You're going to face them and give them a good, earnest apology. Destroyed or sold someone's property? You're going to pay it back without complaint. Being immature in how you handle your frustration with someone/thing? You're going to therapy- more than I'd already encourage, anyways.

Kindness and tolerance is all well and good, but there's only so far it can go. I think I'd respond more along the lines of "I'm dating a group of adults, and if you don't want to act like adults, then you can deal with it when I don't act like I'm dating you."

Yes of course you are always free to expand upon any such posts from my blog!

And okay, blunt is probably the best way to go and I definitely think they could end up taking advantage of an MC who isn't, even if they don't mean to.

I fully agree about Beel, he's the only one who ever seems to be genuinely sorry about stuff. I mean we can barely get a "sorry" out of Lucifer at all. While I can't remember if anybody else has apologized for anything, I don't think they're as frequent as they should be.

I commend your willingness to teach them, though. That's the part where I'd be like I'm sorry but you're all ancient beings and you're gonna hafta figure this out on your own. I'd be a terrible devilsitter lol.

I kinda think this is why I generally prefer the side characters in most cases. They're not perfect by any means, but most of them do seem to be more mature. Obviously Barbatos is competent as hell and I'm like yes, someone I don't have to worry about being a total menace all the time. I think Simeon wouldn't be problematic either because most of the trouble he's caused was in the name of something good. Solomon is the least mature perhaps because he can be a tease and an asshole but I also think he's got a higher maturity level than some of the brothers.

But this is one of the things that used to annoy me about Lucifer. I think he tries to be the parental figure to his brothers, but he's just not very good at it. He treats them too much like kids and so they continue to act like kids. Not that he's any better, but he likes to think so. No wonder it's always so chaotic!

While I think it's interesting to consider an MC that loses their shit, I'm quite fond of MC keeping it together and whipping those fools into shape instead. The characters all realize that MC is the one thing they care about the most, so they start to think about things in terms of what MC would want them to do.

#this is why I often think about things in terms of my MC rather than myself #because irl I couldn't handle these idiots lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #daemonicdorset #misc answers

[cyle]

Regarding talking in the tags:

There's basically no way to stop Tumblr users from doing that. It's impossible with how ingrained it is in people's minds, and trying to force people to do it differently wouldn't be very good.

So here's a new idea: leave the tags section exactly as-is, but let us mark certain tags as "sorting" tags. Like if I were commenting on your post to my followers, I'd say "#I don't think there's a good way to fix this #tumblr updates #discussion", with the last two specifically marked as tags to sort by.

Importantly, since more people use tags for commentary than for indexing, the indexing should be opt-IN, not opt-out.

Combining this system with removing both the tag limit and the "first five tags are indexed" thing will both fix the problem AND mesh really well with the current culture.

(Addon: make one-word tags automatically marked as indexable for simplicity and convenience)

thanks for the feedback about this. a few thoughts come to mind here.

first, i'll remind folks that nothing is planned to change about tags right now, so there's nothing to worry about. i think folks read my initial thoughts on this and assumed it was because we're planning on changing anything: we're not. this was just a conversation i thought would be interesting to have in public, and it has been.

while it may seem "impossible" to stop anyone from doing anything, that's not really the point. the point is how the product (tumblr) nudges people to do one thing or another. every design choice we make nudges people towards certain behavior, conscious or not. currently, the wide-open tags field means that the behavior people ultimately exhibit in that field is nebulous and hard to predict. that's what we see today. and in a sense, that's pretty amazing: it leads to emergent behavior (behavior designers didn't plan) like "talking in the tags". that's magic! that's awesome! we didn't build that: you did.

on the other hand, it's important for you, me, everyone, to realize that the current usage of tumblr you're probably familiar with is the minority. most posts do not have tags to begin with. the most engaged tags are not the "talking in the tags" ones. one huge source of confusion for people joining tumblr today is the tags field, and "talking in the tags" specifically. adding more complexity to that is antithetical to solving that problem. it would only make the situation worse, because it would require even more specialized knowledge about how tumblr works. we cannot do that, or tumblr will continue to shrink and die.

if tumblr was growing and popular and making money today, then we'd probably be fine with making tagging more complex. but that's just not the case.

ultimately, what will probably end up making the most sense for the most people will be uncomfortable for the minority of us who have become comfortable with the way it works today. that's one thing product development is about, unfortunately: managing that discomfort. please read about survivorship bias to understand what i mean here.

regardless, regardless, regardless of all of this thought exercise, i'll reiterate that nothing is going to change with tags in the foreseeable future. because ultimately, the problems with "talking in the tags" are not the biggest problems we face. they are emblematic of our problems, it's an introduction to those problems, but it's not the one to fix first.

[jerzwriter]

A scene with T’s reaction to finding out he does not have the right equipment

Hey Tash!

For those who don't know, this is in response to Ethan & Kaycee's conversation in Almost Home. I think it deserves a ficlet. 😉

Sorry, Tobias

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee), Tobias Carrick Rating: Teen Words: 1,300 Summary: Tobias wants Kaycee to introduce him to her gorgeous friend, but when he won't take no for an answer, Kaycee has to set him straight. (No pun intended 😂) Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge | Friends

It wasn't often that Ethan Ramsey took a day off, even after Kaycee convinced him that there was more to life than work. Sure, they took some trips... all planned well in advance... and if there was an emergency, he would call out. But on a whim? For fun? That would never be Ethan. Or Would it?

Since they were together, he and Kaycee never spent more than a few days apart, so her week-long business trip was a challenge for both. When Tobias suggested he take her first day back in Boston off and share some quality time together... Ethan jumped at the chance. Maybe things can change!

But after enjoying a delightful day off, Etha was quite eager to return to work, showing up an hour before his shift began.

"Hey, Boss!" Tobias grinned when Ethan entered the team's office. "Didn't expect to see you this early."

Ethan raised a brow at his friend. "Really? Have I given the appearance of someone who likes to be away from work for long?"

"It was one day," Tobias laughed. "And it depends. Pre-Kaycee, nah... you never gave that impression. You were an insufferable bore. But post-Kaycee, that's a whole other story. You almost seem human, so, yeah, I'm surprised."

Normally Ethan would engage in some verbal sparring with his friend and colleague, but all he did was offer a twisted grin. Even he had to admit it was true... things were different now that he had Kaycee, but she understood how time away from work unexpectedly left him with a nervous twitch.

"So, did you enjoy your day off?" Tobias teased. Ethan tried to ignore him, but the look on his face told Tobias all that needed to know. Clearing his throat, Ethan attempted to change the topic.

"I should thank you again. I wouldn't have been able to take the day if you hadn't offered to pick up my cases."

"Don't mention it, buddy. Always happy to help."

Ethan sat across from Tobias, and the two men began looking over their cases when Ethan thought back to something Kaycee had said.

"Are you?" He asked out of the blue.

Tobias looked around, a bit confused. "Am I what?"

"Are you always happy to help?"

"Yeah," Tobias replied, appearing to be offended at his words. "Can a man not do his friend a favor without being suspect? Jesus, Ethan! I'm not looking for a raise or something if that's what you're thinking....."

"I'm sorry," Ethan responded. "I know that... but," he chuckled. "I didn't think it was a raise you might be angling for."

Tobias shut his notebook and glared across the table. "Oh really? And what is it you think I was after... when I was just doing something nice for you and your girlfriend!"

“Kaycee did mention you showing an interest in a friend of hers… that’s all….”

“You know, Ethan, I’m hurt. The thought never crossed my mind… well, at least not in relation to this….”

“I believe you….”

“Well, I’m insulted!”

“Tobias, I apologized. It wasn’t my intent to insult you.”

“Good! Because now…” he stalled, with a shake of his head. “You know, forget it.”

“No,” Ethan insisted. “Continue.”

“I sort of forgot about her…. but now that you brought her up... well, yeah, I'd like to ask Kaycee about her. But now, if I do, it looks like that’s the reason I helped, which isn’t true. So essentially, what I’m saying is… you suck, Ramsey.”

Ethan couldn’t help but laugh. “Don't worry, many others share your sentiment. But you’re worrying for nothing because Jessica is a no-go for you.”

“Jessica?” Tobias sang as if the name alone set him on fire.

“Yes?”

“Nothing,” Tobias smiled salaciously. “It’s just that she’s a gorgeous, she’s a redhead, and….”

“And?”

“Jessica Rabbit,” Tobias growled as Ethan dragged a hand down his face.

“As I said….” Ethan declared. “Jessica is a no-go. That was true before your last comment, and it’s even more true now.”

“And why is that?" Tobias protested. "You know… I’m a good-looking guy, right?”

“I mean, you’re not my type….” Ethan countered.

Ignoring him, Tobias continued. “I’m charming, have a good personality… I’m a doctor… well educated, intelligent, loaded….”

“You forgot humble,” Ethan added.

“My point is, why can’t I take a shot with her?"

“She lives in Denver,” Ethan sighed. “Besides, with your track record, I don’t think setting you up with Kaycee’s friends is in the cards.”

“Oh, so you’re the only one capable of change? Maybe seeing what you and Kaycee have has me wanting that for myself. And Denver? No sweat… I can do long distance. It might be just the thing for me… you know… as I ease into my new, domesticated era.”  

“No! End of story!” Ethan looked at his watch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to speak with Dr. Donaldson before our team meeting.”

He got up and walked toward the door, abruptly turning around right before reaching it.

“And Tobias… don’t bother Kaycee with this. OK?”

“Don’t bother Kaycee with what?” a melodic voice asked.

Ethan turned to see Kaycee smiling brightly as she walked through the door.

“Kaycee….” Tobias grinned as Ethan let out a groan.

“Tobias, don’t….”

“Didn’t you need to see Dr. Donaldson before our meeting?” Tobias chastised. “Based on the clock, you have fifteen minutes. Now, seriously, how much damage could I do in fifteen minutes?”

“An awful lot,” Ethan insisted.

“Go see Donaldson!” Tobias hollered.

Ethan put his arm around Kaycee and offered her a sympathetic smile. 

“I can handle Tobias,” Kaycee grinned before planting a kiss on Ethan’s lips.

“Gross,” Tobias mumbled.

After shooing Ethan out the door, Kaycee turned back to her teammate with a smirk.

“Gross? Really? I think you’re just jealous, Dr. Carrick.”

“Maybe you’re right, MacTavish. Maybe I want a brilliant, beautiful doctor of my own to nuzzle with. In fact, about your friend, Jessica….”

“I knew that’s why you covered for Ethan!” She playfully accused.

“No, it’s not!” He exclaimed, not picking up on her humorous tone.

“I know that,” Kaycee chortled. “Take it easy… but Jessica isn’t happening.”

“You too?” He replied with disgust. “What’s with you two? Ethan can change… he can be reformed, but I can’t.”

“I never said that,” she replied thoughtfully. “In fact, I’m confident that if you meet the one, you will be amazing husband material.”

“Husband material,” he gasped. “Slow down there, sweetheart… let’s not get ahead of ourselves now, OK? I’d just like an introduction to Jessica. We’ll see what happens after that.”

“No.”

“Why? Denver isn’t an issue for me. I….”

“No!”

“Why?”

“Because,” Kaycee flung her hands in frustration, “because you don’t have the proper equipment, Tobias.”

“Excuse me?” he sputtered. “I’ll have you know my equipment is top-notch, dear! Grade-A certified! I can get you references if you like. I assure you, it’ll be all 5-stars, enjoyed myself, would do again….”

“OK! Stop!” Kaycee held up a hand. “Stop! Please! No more! But Tobias, NO! See, Jessica…. Jessica is my ex-girlfriend, and no, she isn't bisexual. So… you really have nothing to offer her in this regard.”

Tobias raised a brow. “Wait… your ex-girlfriend?”

“Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”

“NO!” He affirmed. “No problem at all, it’s just… huh… you learn something new every day.”

“So anyway... while I agree, Jessica is an incredible catch… I’m afraid you’re not the right person to catch her.”  

“Too bad… because she is a catch. If we’re being honest, I’m stumped over why you'd pick Ramsey over her…. if given the choices, I think….”

“Tobias….” Kaycee scolded.

“I’m just busting you,” he winked with his signature, charming smile. “But… do you have any other gorgeous, brilliant friends you'd be willing to hook me up with?”

Kaycee crossed her arms and gave him the once-over.

“Hmm… perhaps in a couple of years… after I put you through finishing school.”

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[turbobyakuren]

@cerastes oh no worries!! i'm actually OK to answer this because maybe the key is that i'm doing something wrong and knowing how to fix it might make it enjoyable for me again.

More of a "circumstances" cause than what i was expressing in the post, but right now is more a problem of space and time. I live with my parents and I have a problem with the volume of my voice and since i tend to prefer streaming late at night i find it impossible to be comfortable unless i'm guaranteed to be home alone. I could have streamed more when I was in my apartment in Paris, but it is what it is. So, if i ever change my mind, it would be after i solve this problem!

Maintaining a schedule is a difficult, especially since i tend to be more of a "fuck around and decide what to do on instant T". I could be more of a "guerilla streamer" where I don't stick to a schedule (like i did in the past) and stream whatever i want, whenever i want.

I don't really know if I can bring a community and it impacts my self esteem to not really know how to draw people in because (continued in next point)

Overall, I do not consider myself to be an interesting person to watch. I have a bit of an "identity crisis" where I try to perform but also want to be myself and I overall feel very uncomfortable. I know my bit is my Antagonizing Relationship With Chat (which i do love and appreciate because, despite having a bit of paradoxical issues with "joke trashtalking", i am conscious that this is The Bit like pro wrestling. i actually love it haha), but I also feel there's eyes watching my every action and that if i don't do something Funny, people will lose interest. And the paradox is that this fear just manifests in me... not speaking, being confused, having trouble finding my words and thinking "god, i'm making a fool out of myself" and just thinking of excuses i can make to end the stream to stop embarrassing myself. My last streaming experiences last year was just that all the time. I really wish I could fix this.

Maybe the problem is that I haven't found my niche as a streamer, since it takes time and effort + trial and error, and that i need to actually find out what i like.

And there's also the fact that, in the end, video games are a hobby for me and streaming them brings a totally different experience. There's good and bad aspects of this. The Super Castlevania IV streams were my ultimate favourite experience because everyone made it so fun, whereas i ended up disliking streaming a certain game i used to like a lot because i kept getting backseated. I don't know how to express it, maybe "i don't like the pressure of monetizing my hobby" (without the monetizing aspect and more of the "dedicate to the bit" aspect of it). But that's a non-problem in the end because the pros outweighs the cons, so Perish the Thought.

Writing all that down was actually a good idea, because i externalized the struggle i felt about streaming (whenever i feel like i want to stream something i always kill the thought thinking "you're not interesting. don't do that. remember your last streams?"). I actually wrote this vent post after someone asked me enthusiastically if i'd be streaming the new Pizza Tower update, which made me kind of bummed because i would love to do it if there wasn't all this struggle i just listed (+ the time constraint because "you have to stream the hot new game NOW" although i have made it clear in the past that i do not vibe with that school of thought), and in that i feel like i've let down the few people who do appreciate me streaming...

So in the end, it's all that. But writing this made me a bit more hopeful I can enjoy this again...! If i make the effort, I can do this!

#cerastes #replies

[bireggiemantle]

hiiii everybody I think now is as good a time as ever to say that I've begun writing a brokeback mountain inspired archiereggie slowburn fic. it's told from archies perspective about him coming to terms with his sexuality, pursuing a relationship with reggie, and exploring the fallout of that. I've only written the first short scene so far, but I figured I'd post it to gauge interest and see what y'all think :)

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He'd be lying if he said Betty didn't look beautiful in the glow of the moonlight, with the way the streaks of pale blue weaved their way between the strands of her blonde hair, but Archie can't help but feel the pit at the center of his stomach grow larger and heavier everytime she smiles.

He loves Betty. She's his friend, his companion, the only person he thinks to turn to in a time of need. And her bright smile is usually a sign of comfort for him. It means a warm embrace is coming, or a reassuring speech, but tonight, in the front seat of his car, that smile feels like a death sentence.

It's nearing the end of their date, the smell of Pop's still lingering in the air, and they've made their way to Makeout Point. It's the natural progression of things, really. A date should start with a gentleman handing over his jacket and whisking his lady off to a magical world of movies and milkshakes before ending with a few discreet kisses at the edge of a cliff.

Betty knows this. It's why she keeps leaning towards him, batting her eyelashes as she unbuttons the top of her blouse. Archie knows this too. It's why he keeps sinking further into his seat and crossing his legs.

And finally, somehow, Betty seems to take the hint.

"Archie, is something wrong?" She places a gentle hand on his forearm and frowns. "Am I rushing things for you?"

"What? Betty, no, everything's spiffy. I'm just nervous for tomorrow's big game. You know how Stonewall Prep plays."

She nods, giving his arm a small squeeze before letting go completely. The expression in her face is hard to read, though her lips are pursed rather tightly. Her eyes drift across Archie, as if she were analyzing him. It makes Archie feel transparent, as if all his innermost thoughts and feelings were there for her to see and dissect as she pleases.

Archie draws his bottom lip between his teeth and drops eye contact with Betty, but he immediately feels her sit up straighter in response. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was just as uncomfortable as him.

"They certainly are a talented team, and a mean one at that, but I've seen you play too, Arch. You're not too shabby yourself." Betty offers him another smile, duller and hollower than the last, and Archie manages to reciprocate this time, even if it's only slightly.

"Well," she continues, smoothing out the wrinkles in her pleated skirt, "should we get going?"

"Yeah, I uh, I think so." He watches her fasten her blouse from the corner of his eye, waiting a moment before he starts the car. If this were happening only a month ago, Archie would practically be jumping out of his seat towards her, but it seems like that ship has sailed.

Maybe he and Betty were never meant to be. Mrs. Cooper didn't like him anyways, and he'd much rather have the dirty looks cast between mailboxes than across the dinner table.

The drive home is silent, and the air between them feels tense. Every few seconds Archie can feel her gaze settle on him before darting right back to the road in front of them. Her hands are nestled between her thighs, fingers interlaced, and, while sitting at a stop sign, Archie notices two crescent shaped red marks on the skin where her thumbs are resting. He doesn't bring it up. She doesn't bring it up. It's just easier if they both avoid it.

Typically Betty would be the one to place a chaste kiss on Archie's cheek during their goodnight exchange, but tonight Archie makes the movie before she can. It's been a bizarre date, and he's worried about what Betty must think, so he hopes the kiss can offer her even a little comfort. It's not much, but it's a sign that he still likes her, that he still cares about her, that he's still attracted to her, and he hopes that a little can go a long way in situations like these.

"I had a nice time tonight." Betty says. She clutches her purse with two hands. "You were right about Rear Window. I think I have a soft spot for mysteries."

"You should thank Veronica. She's the one that suggested it." And a million other pictures at that.

Betty laughs. "I thought so. She's been telling me to see it since the day it came out. But I hate going to the movies alone."

"Well, if you're ever looking for a partner-"

"I'll know who to ask." Betty interrupts. She untangles one hand from the handle of her bag and places it on Archie's right cheek. "Goodnight, Arch, and goodluck." Her fingertips brush the curve of his jawline as she pulls away.

"Goodnight Betty. I'll see you tomorrow." It's less of a statement and more of a question, a prayer that he hasn't completely ruined their friendship, and from Betty's reply, he can tell she hears him.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

#betty cooper #archie andrews #Reggie mantle #mine #my writing #riverdale

[yesmissnyx]

Dear Ms. Nyx,

(Asking on annon cause im nervous of ridicule)

I am a sub exploring kink with my partner and i have been reading your posts about how subs can stand out/interact healthily as part of the kink community. (I believe it was specifically about finding a dom but it had a lot on good healthy interaction too.) And the follow up ask from a dom adding their thoughts.

And i had a question. In both there was an emfasis on recognising thak kink is play/a game/a fantasy. (The ask also mentioned the red flag of subs who just want to be taken care of. Which feels related and linked to my point). And that is all understandable on some level. But not on others.

Like for me some aspects of kink are a game or fantasy that we engage in. (Bondage aspects, petplay and others) but some aspects for us are... lifestyle/relationship patterns? Like i have a praise kink and generally act pretty submissive in our relationship. So we will use praise and nicknames/petnames as a way of showing affection and connection. Or we both take care for eachother and account for each other's needs, but she often does it informed with the ways of care and being that we have explored in more explucitly kink and sexual spaces and takes the soft dominant aspects through other parts of our life together.

And i get how in sometimes it feels like play or a game but for the most part it just feels like here is love and kindness and what that means. And what a relationship means for us? Like its not a game or just a fantasy

Im just worried that i am doing it wrong or causing harm/ being unsafe.

(All of the interactions and dynamics i have duscribed have been talked over and negociated properly to be clear. We are pretty good at communication like that and well address when things go wrong(but again thats just normal relationship things its not a scene we aren't acting?))

Thanks for offering your thoughts.

Ooh, hmm! Interesting question!

I'd never thought that thinking of or referring to D/s elements as "play" or "fantasy" could feel potentially confusing or invalidating for some people.

While BDSM is often in the realm of RP/fantasy for many, that doesn't mean that it can't be Very Real and Very Much a part of a relationship. Especially a long-term committed romantic one! Not all D/s relationships have traditional scenes, or an on/off switch. Not all aspects of D/s feel like play.

That being said, you aren't obligated to think of it as "play" (read: Not Real) if that isn't what feels good for you and your partner.

Personally, I LOVE lifestyle dynamics. I enjoy D/s as a part of a relationship, all the time, 24/7. It's not necessarily play for me--sometimes it's just two people making each other feel loved and cared for in ways that are decidedly kinky.

On the note of the aforementioned red flags, it's only when a potential sub acts entitled to being taken care of, that it's a red flag. ESPECIALLY when they do so before any negotiation or communication, which is often the case.

(General sidenote: this is why the "uwu mommy breastfeed me" DMs to strangers usually don't get aspiring subs anywhere except with scammers, cum-and-go types, and abusers.)

THIS is why communication is key! I've known Dom/mes who WANT someone to be their useless little kittycat fucktoy meow-meow brat, but because everyone's negotiated, everyone's needs are being met.

But, back to the other part of your question! I think the fact that you're continually communicating and negotiating and listening to each other (I hope!) should help you navigate away from harm.

If referring to certain aspects of your relationship as "play" makes you feel bad, then it's worth having a conversation about it!

All in all, it's good to interrogate why you might feel different or weird about a common kink practice, but at the end of the day, your relationship is YOUR relationship. Everyone involved is an individual.

Think about what you learn, be honest and communicate. Luckily, there's no one template for kink relationships. (This is a good thing!)

Keep communicating with your partner, stay safe and hope this helps!

#ask nyx #kink advice #New drinking game: Take a drink whenever I say “communicate” in an advice post. #Hopefully I didn't get too lost in the sauce! I forgot to eat dinner while writing this! (This has been resolved.)

[eastgaysian]

Hey, I wasn't sure if I should say so or not in case it would be upsetting to you, but since you brought up the idea of a survey I thought I'd say that I have lost a parent & like you the current season of Succession has had a cathartic effect on me. I've also seen one person on twt say that's the case for them too, so I'm willing to bet a lot of ppl who've lost a parent feels similarly and like... Regardless of if it's a "good" season or not, I think media that helps me process my grief is a positive thing, it has value, or what have you. Obv it's fine for ppl to dislike the season, & ofc I don't wish others could exp that kind of loss, but like 🤷🏻‍♀️ sometimes things don't resonate with you until you've experienced smth, & sometimes that happens when you're 0-10, sometimes when you're 50-60

yeah, i started noticing a gap in reactions after connor's wedding between people saying 'that felt far too much like my own experience with a parent/family member dying' and people who acknowledged the skillful execution of the episode but didn't seem to personally connect to it (which generated a couple takes on logan's death and the perceived indignity of it that rubbed me the wrong way, lol). on the one hand my continued posting about the Discourse is because it's aggravating to me, like why is the hot topic of fan discussion 'is the show we're all watching even good?' ??? but on the other, it's genuinely just confusing to me and i'm trying to understand what i'm missing. the minor criticisms that people have cited as the root cause of their dissatisfaction don't add up to me. they feel much more like things that are only noticeable/irritating if you already have some fundamental issue or disconnect with the season.

and i think it really is that this is a season about grief and only about grief, there's no space for anything else. the emotional arcs in other seasons were usually related but distinct - you could focus in on what you liked in particular, whether that was kendall's mental breakdown, roman's freudian mess, shiv's struggle to be taken seriously as a woman, shiv and tom's failmarriage, tom and greg's weirdness, and there'd be enough material for you to chew on and have a good time without worrying all that much about everything else (although i do think being able to understand how all of these connect improves your experience of the show immensely, but i digress).

s4 is about grief. everyone is reacting to logan's death in different ways, but it all comes back to grief. if you're interested in talking about grief, there's so much to explore. if you don't find that engaging, then you're out of luck. it's fine to not find that engaging because you wanted something else out of the season/show, but that doesn't make the season objectively bad or subject to flaws that weren't already present throughout the rest of the show. and yeah, based on my reaction and the reactions of other people i've seen who have that personal experience with death, i think it's a really spectacular depiction of loss and grief that handles all the complex emotions involved with more thought and care than i've seen in other media. it would not be as accurate or impactful a depiction of grief if time and space was spent on something completely unrelated.

i don't think you need to have lost a close family member to connect to the storyline, but i also don't think you can understand what it's like until it happens in your own life. it fucked me up badly when my aunt died in middle school because she had been a major part of my childhood, but the degree to which my dad dying fundamentally altered my life is just incomparable to anything else. you really cannot experience grief as a concept or thought experiment, a person's death is real and permanent in a way nothing else really is. which sounds obvious but it's just true

#mingbox #probably won't be talking much more about this/responding to more asks on the topic bc i feel like i've gotten my thoughts out #some things i could elaborate on but i kind of don't care enough to LOL. i just don't see how the show/season could have gone another way #if i was still a person invested in tg i'd be really disappointed. but i'm not. they were a definite part of the show but not the #center of it. they were cut off. and i am fine with that because i really do not think there was another way. you can't have another season #where logan doesn't die and you can't have logan die and then tom and greg suck and fuck. and jesse armstrong voice tv is just really hard #alsoooo while i do still think greg had the potential to be a significantly more interesting character. i understand why he isn't #and i'm fine with that lol. die white boy

[dolly-polly]

✩𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕞𝕠𝕜𝕖✩

CW: Smut, Rough sex, AFAB reader implied (no pronouns), Penetration, Language, Drinking, Self-conscious reader, Smoker might be (incredibly) OOC, He also calls you 'Rookie' a lot, not proof-read. A/N: Nsfw under the cut. So minors DNI, or else I'll put sand all over of your favorite food! >:( .... Also I don't write fanfics that much, so this might be worded oddly.

"Aw com'on. What if he actually likes it?" One of your co-workers cooed. "No, that's a dumb idea! He's a vice admiral, he doesn't have the time to deal with dumb stuff like that!" You whisper-screamed back. "Plus... Look at him." You gestured towards Smoker who was standing near the railing of the base.

"Someone who looks like that is most definitely taken. And even if he's not. There's absolutely no way that he'd be attracted to someone like me." You finished, then pointing your hand to yourself.

Your co-worker just rolled their eyes in response. Then they began to chant "Do it," over and over again. Eventually, you gave in. You let out an exasperated sigh and walked around the corner nervously. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, your heart begin to skip a few beats, and the sweat forming in your hands. Despite your anxiety. You piped up. "Um... Sir, I have something that I'd like to ask you." You said, your voice meek and somewhat difficult to hear.

Smoker turned around to face you with his signature blank stare that he always has. His sunshades covering his eyes and a cigar in his mouth as usual. Even with the clouds covering the sun, the lighting perfectly complimented his appearance. Your gaze almost fell down from his face to his exposed chest and abs, but you fought the urge and maintained eye contact. You stood there silently for a moment and took a deep breath.

"A-are you a fire? Because you're smoking hot." You flirtatiously remarked. Trying and failing at looking confident.

Smoker's eyebrows furrowed. He took off his shades, sucked his teeth, and just stared at you. Your cheeks started to feel really hot. "Really, rookie?" He asked, sounding mildly annoyed.

"I...I uh... Um... S-sorry, sir." You fumbled over your words before you turned around then hastily. Going back inside of the base and back to your post. You slapped both of your hands into your face and groaned. "Welp. He definitely doesn't like me back after that shameless display... Ugh.." You thought yourself. The rest of the day just felt, weird, for a lack of better words. Every time you nearly crossed Smokers path or saw him out of the corner of your eye. You automatically got out of sight. You couldn't bare the embarrassment. Finally. When the day came to an end, you breathed a sigh of relief. Retrograde was finally here. You could go home and take your off-time to forget that this ever happened.

By now the sun was setting, and the base was emptied out pretty completely. Or at least so you thought. Right before you walked out of the door, you were stopped by an all too familiar voice. "Hey, rookie." You quickly whirled around to see that it was, indeed, your boss.

"Oh, good evening, sir. Do you need something?" You asked.

"I was just curious. What's been up with you today? You've kind of been avoiding me like the plague right after that little pick up line of yours. Is everything alright?" He said with one of his eyebrows cocked. "Oh! No need to worry at all. Everything's just fine." You assured him.

He glared.

"Don't lie to me. With the way you've been acting all day today, I can immediately tell that, that's a load of crap. So go on. Tell me what's bugging you." He stated rather bluntly.

You felt your face heat up again. "Well... I.." You averted your eyes. "I mean... I didn't try to flirt with you for a dumb reason... I just.." You took a deep breath before you continued. "I think I might have feelings for you... But you're... You're obviously not interested so...." You finished, not looking him in the eye. Smoker took a deep drag from his cigar. "I see. So that's what this is all about? You know, you could just ask me out. There's no need for those childish pick-up lines, rookie." He said. He paused for a minute.

"Also. Who said that I wasn't interested?" He added.

Taken aback. You looked back up at him with a sparkle in your eyes. You felt your heart flutter once more.

"S-so. If I asked you to go out on a date with me. You wouldn't say 'no'?" You asked. He shrugged. "Go for it." He responded.

"Alright... If you're free this weekend. Do you wanna go out for dinner with me at The Baratie?" You offered.

"Sure. How does 6:30 Saturday sound?" He inquired.

"That's perfect!" You answered holding back some of your excitement.

"Very well. It's a date then." He said, now with a slight smile.

You nearly squeal, but you keep your mouth shut. Your lips curl into a smile.

─⋆⋅Time skip⋅⋆─

It was 6:28. You quickly gave yourself one last look in the reflection of the water as you stood at the entrance of The Baratie. Criticizing the way that you looked.

"Am I wearing too much make-up?" "Do I even look good in this?" Were all things that swirled around in your mind. Right when it turned 6:30. You were ripped out of your thoughts when you heard Smoker's voice.

"Hey, rookie." He says, causing you to look up from the water.

Your eyes widened a little when you saw him dressed up in a suit. His blazer jacket was unbuttoned, leaving his collared shirt and tie on full display. He motioned for you to follow him inside.

Once you both went inside and got seated. You both ordered your drinks. In an attempt to set a romantic mood, you ordered yourself some red wine. Smoker on the other hand, chose water. "Well. Fuck." You thought to yourself. He picked plain old water. And here you were getting alcohol. Was he only dating you out of pity?

You tried to shrug the feeling off and just talk to him a little bit as you both waited for your food. Regardless of your initial concerns. The date was going surprisingly well. The two of you both had laughs here and there, and all in all, it just felt like a good time.

Eventually the food was served. The pair of you ate your food. And short after came the bill. The uneasiness kicked back in, and so too did the alcohol. In all honesty. You weren't necessarily the type of person to drink. And with added on pressure of making this the best date ever to convince, who was essentially your own boss, to love you back. It only made your fears even worse.

"H-here!.. Let me handle it." You said, reaching into your wallet to pull out the money to cover both of your meals. Suddenly Smoker placed his hand on yours and stopped you.

"You how's about we just split the bill instead?" He suggested

"Oh, okay then." You agreed.

After the bill was paid. You stood up to see yourself out. And that's when you realized that your alcohol tolerance was far lower than you initially thought. Especially if all it took was one glass for this to happen. You didn't expect to be this dazed just by standing up. You quickly placed both of your hands on the table for stability. "You alright there, rookie?.." Smoker asked, seemingly concerned "Yeah... Just a little bit dizzy is all." You reassured. He only facepalmed in response. "You mean drunk?" He corrected. This was only met with silence on your end. It only made you even more embarrassed. He definitely wasn't going to go on a second date with you. "Tell you what. If you want me to, you can stay the night at my place, instead of trying to ride all the way back to your home in this state. What do ya say?" He offered. Reaching his hand out for you to hold. You grabbed his hand. "Yeah... That sounds better." You said.

Upon seeing his house, you quickly noted how it looked different than what you thought it would be. Not in a negative sense, you weren't judging him. You just thought that since he was a pretty high rank, he'd have something slightly gaudy.

But the more you thought about it. The more you realized that it was fitting for the type of person that Smoker was. He's critical of himself and he's a realist. You figured that since there isn't really a need for something fancy, then he wouldn't own anything fancy. Additionally. If he didn't feel as if he deserved something fancy. Then he simply wouldn't get it. You shrugged. Just an astute observation, nothing serious. Still holding your hand. He led you inside.

"If you want to, can sleep in the living room, and I'll let you sleep in my bedroom." He suggested. Unbeknownst to you. Smoker, one of the most stern and relatively level-headed people that you knew, was just as nervous as you were. This is his first ever time going out with anyone. And it was with you of all people. Someone as bright and amazing as you, finding him attractive? It was shocking and slightly nerve-wracking for him. A pleasant surprise, sure. But still, he was worried about making you feel not only welcome but comfortable as well. "No-no. You're good! Uh..." You stood there lost in thought for a bit. And after building up some courage, you proposed something else.

"I mean... If you feel alright with it. We could sleep next to each other."

"But only if you want to." You quickly added.

It was a bit bold of you to suggest such an idea. Liquid courage perhaps? Regardless. Smoker's eyes widened slightly from the idea. He looked away from you, his face turning slightly pink. He cleared his throat.

"You sure?" He asked, sounding a bit nervous.

"Mhm.." You hummed in response.

Hesitantly, he walked over to his bedroom and opened the door. He motioned for you to take a seat. You sat down on the edge of the bed still a bit woozy. He walked out and came back with a bottle of water, and handed it to you.

A little while after you finally sobered up from drinking some of the water. He inhaled deeply and averted his eyes from yours.

"Rookie." He started. "When you said that you might have some sort of crush on me, did you really mean it?." He asked, his tone sounding slightly anxious.

Realizing that you weren't alone in feeling worried. A warm smile spread across your face.

"Of course I meant it." You replied. You placed a hand on one of his shoulders to ease his nerves.

"And I'll be honest. I was really afraid that you wouldn't go out with me. That you would reject me... But I feel so good knowing that, at some point, you actually went out with me. Even if it might have been a little bit awkward. Thank you. Really." You told him.

He didn't say anything. He only got down to your level and pressed his forehead against yours.

"It's a bit ballsy to not only have feelings for your own boss and not try to get over them. And asking them out on a date even more so. But to be frank. I'm so glad that you did." He said before gently placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

The scent of cigar smoke coming from him grew stronger. However, it didn't bother you enough to pull away. Rather. You wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him in closer, and deepening the kiss. He was shocked at first but quickly melted into your touch.

The innocent little peck that was placed on your lips soon turned into a lust-filled make-out session. Your fingers and nails dug into his back ever so slightly, the fabric of his suit blazer almost ripped from your grip. His arms around your back, holding you firmly.

After a while of your tongues rubbing up against each other. You went ahead and pulled away from him for some air. Accidentally falling backwards onto the bed in the process. Smoker's body towering over yours. Your heart raced from desire.

You bucked your hips into his pants, right against his hard-on. Automatically letting him know that you were more than okay with going even further. He huffed. The growing tightness in his pants became unbearable. He quickly unzipped his pants and let his hardened member spring forth. You stared down at his hands as he pulled your panties out of the way and aligned himself with your entrance.

"You ready?" He asked.

You nodded vigorously.

Carefully and slowly. He thrusted himself into you, making sure to pay close attention to your body language. When he saw that you were comfortable he began to pump in and out of you at a steady pace.

Although it hurt a little. You couldn't help but feel overjoyed. This all felt like a dream. You took hold of one of his hands and placed it on your lower abdomen. He trailed his other hand up to your shoulder and began to pick up the pace. You shoved your head a little deeper into the mattress. Occasionally you would let out a few gasps and soft little moans.

You got a little bit impatient and started to rut into him fast. Beckoning him to really pound into you. He caught on to your silent pleas and did as directed. He pumped into you faster and harder causing you to writhe and squirm.

Nothing but the sounds of skin-against-skin filled the room. Breathless sounds of pleasure now slipped from your mouth more often. And you even heard Smoker groan a few times. You tried your hardest to maintain some form of eye contact. But you just couldn't bring yourself to. Your eyes would constantly shift from him to his cock buried inside of you, and the ceiling.

Suddenly. You felt his member rub up against something inside of you. "O-oh!.." You abruptly whimpered. Your hips jerked once more.

You closed your eyes shut and bit your lip in an effort to hold back any unnecessarily loud noises. Your hands fell beside you, and grabbed hold of the covers, clutching onto them tightly. Soon you began to squirm and tremble slightly. You stopped biting your lip, allowing your cries to come out of your mouth.

"R-right there!- Ah! Cumming!~" You whined as you began seeing stars.

You started to writhe even more than before. Your insides really clenching down on Smoker's length. Causing him to abruptly thrust into you even more hard & fast. Riding out your high in the process.

"Holy shit!- So good!" You moaned out. You moved your hips to match his rhythm and sunk your head even deeper into his bed with your eyes shut.

The sounds of pleasure that you were making were like music to his ears. The way your skin felt under his touch. The fucked out look on your face. Your everything. All of it made him lust for you even more.

Eventually, he reached his own orgasm. With one loud grunt, he swiftly moved his hand off of your lower abdomen and pulled out. Spilling his load on your stomach. You both gasped for air.

After a while of just lying there and catching your breath. You noticed that you no longer felt his presence. You, despite being in a bit of a stupor, sat up slightly and saw him return with some cleansing wipes.

After he cleaned the both of you up, and helped you finish off the rest of your water. He crawled in bed with you then settled his arm around you. Before you both drifted off to sleep. You put a kiss on his lower cheek.

#smoker x reader #smoker x you #one piece fanfiction #smoker one piece #smoker op #fanfiction #dollypolly fanfics #fanfic #fanfic writing

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

sorry if you've posted about it before, I don't follow and just saw your comment on that one post -- could you elaborate a little on your virgin pregnancy? I thought that was extremely extremely rare, I'd be really interested to hear about your experience if you feel comfortable sharing. I'm a lesbian who's always been a little terrified of immaculate conception 😅

Well, this is going to be very heterosexual. lol

We had attempted PIV numerous times but the contact hurt too much and we always had to stop before any penetration occurred. Even fingering was a no-go. As the years crawled by we'd pretty well given up and just rubbed on each other. Let's just say it was very easy to make him come. Well, Halloween night of 2010, we're rubbing, sort of but not really attempting penetration, and he's really getting into it and then...I feel something weird. So I stop him, and he's being really cagey, I ask him for a mirror and I use it to look at myself and I see...stuff coming out of me, and then he admits he came. Boobs started to hurt a lot, missed my period, took a test, it came up positive, scheduled the abortion, found out on the operating table my hymen was a double septum, those they snipped to get the speculum and vacuum in, and that was that.

So I don't think you have to worry as a lesbian, but I certainly did wonder whether young Mary might have have fooled around with a boy closer to her age before a whoopsie. It is relatively rare--of my then-boyfriend the nurses said "strong swimmers", and my doctor called me a "fertile Myrtle". The penis is shaped the way it is for a reason, the less vaginal flora the sperm have to escape from the higher the chance of pregnancy, but it's certainly possible to become pregnant without actual penetration of a penis as long as the semen ends up in the vagina. So just continue to stay away from penis and you're good. :)

[beatrice-otter]

📓 (most interested if you have something in your head for TGE, but if you'd rather talk about something else, go ahead)

I have a number for TGE, but the biggest is DEFINITELY the Sedoretu AU round robin. (For those who don't know what a sedoretu is, it's a fancy polyamorous quad marriage created by Ursula K. Leguin, in which each of the four spouses has one heterosexual pairing, one homosexual pairing, and one person (of the opposite gender) whom it would be incest to fuck (whether there's any biological relationship or not).)

Back in May of 2020, we got to talking on the Goblin Emperor discord, and stills and Taliesin started a Sedoretu AU round robin (i.e. fic where anyone can contribute). After it was established, I also wrote some (though not as much as they did). And then it petered out. It's fun, but would need a number of fill-in scenes to make it into a cohesive enough thing that I would feel comfortable posting as a completed story. I came up with an outline that the other two liked, and even wrote one or two of the scenes! ... and then it petered out, and there it has stayed for over two years.

But I really love it!

Here's the bare bones: so, in this AU, goblins have sedoretu marriages and elves have monogamous het marriages. But, given the number of goblins in the Ethuveraz, there are a lot of sedoretu there as well--just not among the nobility.

Anyway, in this particular AU (as distinct from the general sedoretu trope) one of the members of the poly marriage is officially the manager/coordinator of the family. And so when the Great Avar is visiting, he tells Maia how wonderful it is that he's on the way to putting together his sedoretu! because obviously, Csevet would be the perfect manager, he's doing that already for his Emperor.

Maia (who got told all about sedoretu by his mother and secretly longs for One Big Happy Warm Polamorous Marriage but thought he could never have one because it's Not How Elves Do Marriage) is confused: Csevet, Csethiro, Maia himself, who would be the other wife? (But he still assumes it couldn't happen.)

According to goblin practice, the other wife would be Vedero, because that way any children born of the sedoretu would be members of the Imperial family. (In this sedoretu, the expected pairings would be Maia/Csethiro, Maia/Csevet, Csethiro/Vedero, and Vedero/Csevet. Maia and Vedero would not be a pairing, nor would Csethiro and Csevet--both of those would be considered incest.)

Csethiro: Actually, it would be fairly easy to sell to the court despite being A Goblin Thing because it would mean people could imagine that Vedero's future child (i.e. a pureblood elf) would be the next Emperor, rather than Maia's future child. If you're into it, I'd be up for it, sounds like fun, Vedero's hot and we're friends already.

Vedero: Neither Csevet nor I have any interest in the opposite sex, this is a way for me to have a wife and not have to worry about having to fuck my husband, and I would still be allowed and encouraged to continue my research! That sounds awesome, sign me up!

Csevet: I get to be with Maia? 😍

Maia: do ... do you think it would work? Could we get away with it?

And they do! And they all lived happily ever after.

And one of these days I'm going to finish and publish the damned thing.

(Ask box is still open to talk about my plot bunnies/ideas!)

#the goblin emperor #fanfic #fanfiction #sedoretu #au #plot bunny

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

Galar Star Fanbook Notes (cover, p. 2)

I randomly remembered I bought this SWSH magazine special back when I was living in Japan in 2021... it looks like this:

I skimmed it when I got it (mainly for this section called "Raihan's 15 Secrets"), but I thought I'd give a go at trying to read it more thoroughly. :V It has things like character blurbs, fan opinions, and popularity poll results. I'm hoping to share my rough translations over a series of different posts since it's pretty long and I'm really slow at reading;;

DISCLAIMER: I'm not a professional translator and my Japanese is honestly not that good (I'm like N3-ish I guess, never took the JLPT tbh). I only lived in Japan for around 2 years before moving back to the US. I'm definitely going to be missing a lot of nuance in my translations & there's a good chance I may translate some things incorrectly. I'll do my best tho. ^^;

Anyway, this is only the first 2 pages, but feel free to continue under the cut for the translation/summary if you're interested!

Cover page

Galar Star Fanbook

Features a reader-decided popularity poll for Galar trainers!

Fanbook contents:

Questionnaire summary and results (p.2)

Raihan's 15 secrets (p.5)

Major character compilation/ranking (p.6)

Trainer class compilation/ranking (p. 10)

Pokemon TCG Sword and Shield trainer card publication at a glance

Page 2

Nintendo Dream Reader Poll Results: Most Popular Galar Trainers! (TN: "Nintendo Dream" is the magazine this fanbook was featured in)

Poll Rules & Overview:

In December 2020, the official Nintendo Dream twitter page (@/nindori) began accepting votes for a poll to determine the most popular characters in Pokemon: Sword and Shield. The poll was conducted using Google Forms, with one submission per voter. The poll was divided into two sections: major characters and trainer classes. Voters included their top 3 favorite major characters and their top 2 favorite trainer classes in their submission.

28 Total Characters for the Major Character Popularity Poll

The "Major Character" results come from the various characters you meet in Galar, such as gym leaders and rivals to the protagonist. The "approval rating" score next to each character represents what percent of voters included that character in their submission.

(TN: idk it's kind of a confusing metric since the results are based on voters submitting their top 3 favs instead of just submitting one character vote per person... if someone can explain the statistics behind this better than me, that'd be great LMAO;;)

From 6th place and onward, the approval rating scores were considerably close!

1st Place: Raihan (approval rating: 48%)

He's Galar's top gym leader and Leon's strongest rival. He's never not smiling and his normal demeanor is one that's somewhat relaxed and unserious. He also shows a complete change of expression in battle, where he has a more fierce demeanor. This personality gap leaves quite an impression. He's in first place and earned a noticeably high approval rating score!

(TN: I'm pretty sure the approval rating means 48% of voters included Raihan in their top 3 when they voted. So almost half of the participants included him in their vote.)

2nd Place: Leon (approval rating: 40.1%)

For the main character, Raihan, Hop, and many other people in Galar, Leon is seen as the main goal to surpass. He's been the strongest champion for a considerable amount of time, and his strength in battle, of course, lives up to his champion title. His dedication to accomplishing his duties as well as his straightforward nature certainly make him admirable.

3rd Place: Hop (approval rating: 33.1%)

Hop is the rival who knows the protagonist the best. He's also a close friend of the protagonist's, and the two of them go on an array of adventures together. Even though he becomes worried about the difference in strength between himself and his surrounding competitors, his growth makes him quite sympathetic.

4th Place: Piers (approval rating: 27.5%)

His tone of voice is simultaneously polite and blunt. His outward appearance truly gives off "dark type" vibes, yet he's good at taking care of others... he shows many sides of himself--in particular, his brotherly nature leaves a strong impression.

(TN: I think the first part about Piers being polite is referring to the fact that Piers uses polite forms (です/ます) in the Japanese version of the game, iirc. It's kinda weird/dissonant to be rude and blunt when using polite forms, which is probably the point. I guess imagine like... a rude, blunt person trying to use customer service voice, idk (??))

5th Place: Kabu (approval rating: 17.2%)

On the one hand, he leads the youthful trainers as their elder. At the same time, he never forgets to respect those younger than him and always seeks to challenge himself. He's a hot-blooded gym leader with a spirit full of vigor. His surprisingly playful side is also what makes him popular.

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OK that's all of the cover and page 2! The next page has the 6th place ~ 10th place characters + some additional demographic information. I'll try to translate that one next sometime. Thanks for reading!

(9/17/2022: changed "regular trainer" to "trainer class")

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#pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #galar star fanbook #raihan pokemon #leon pokemon #hop pokemon #piers pokemon #kabu pokemon #info