#nobody here by the way this is just a general thing

[rosedom]

AHH UR SO RIGHT, fucking him over his bike, his pride and joy, while he gasps and moans while blubbering on how good u make him, how good it is.

AHHH him in leather too, he'd look so fine with a leather jacket bro omfg (≧▽≦) the way he'd tremble when you'd bite his neck, marking him up all from his neck to his shoulders as he tries to he quiet, embarrassed that he's feeling this good with you railing him over his precious bike

Maybe he's known as the "bad boy," the complete opposite of you,, and nobody would expect the two of you to even speak to each other,, but here the two of you are, both of you pretty much trembling from overstimulation and how good you're both feeling aahdbsksbdjs

It's such a good idea omfg ahdhshdbs ur brain is so good it's amazing

-pera

"in an open match, 【 pera 】 has invited WRIOTHESLEY to play . . . dress for the slide

✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!male!reader, sub!ftm!wriothesley, modern au, sex against a motorcycle, vaginal fingering, PIV sex, dirty talk + teasing + lowk praise, lighthearted bickering (mid- and post-coitus), slight breeding kink, creaming, creampie, alluded aftercare .

A/N : i know it technically wasn't an invitation, but . . ye<3 + fun references of dad!wrio with sigewinne <33

"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."

Wriothesley is not an arrogant, prideful man. He is humble; he tips generously at restaurants, holds the door open for anybody coming up behind him, greets people—you especially—with a kind smile. 

The scars marring his body, the thick leather of his jacket and pants, the spikes and chains worn like jewelry, accessories—it’s intimidating, sure, but on him, it’s hardly such. 

Little children—they bound up to him, pulled as if by a magnet. It’s adorable, it’s endearing; and Wriothesley takes it all in stride, smiling that toothy grin of his and giving lollipops and candies from God-knows-where. (He’s got a pocket in his jacket just for sweets.

It’s why he always smells like sugar, beneath his frosty cologne.)

And speaking of children... Wriothesley is so good with ‘em. He holds custody over small Sigewinne, for crying out loud! She’s quite popular in school, too; while she's certainly a ball of sunshine on her own, her father certainly seals the deal for her—especially when he drops her off and picks her up in that hot ride of his:

a goddamn motorcycle. 

Now, you’re not exactly an expert in the things: all you know is that it looks badass, and it makes Wriothesley all the more ruggedly handsome to you. 

And, well.

It just so happens that, now, you’ve got this ruggedly handsome, sugar-frosted man all for the taking, spread out across the seat of that damn bike. He’s got his usual get-up on for when he rides—leather jacket, torn jeans, simple tee—, his hair a mussed up mess from where he took off his helmet. The helmet is resting precariously on the back seat, a support for Wriothesley’s body as you kiss him silly.

“Hah—wait, wait,” he’s pushing you back, breathless, his leather, fingerless gloves accentuating his fingertips, the short, bitten nails of his. His cheeks are tinged pink, and he looks good enough to eat—to devour. 

You hum, tip your head to the side to nonverbally ask, What’s up? but Wriothesley’s twisting around just-so, just enough to grab his helmet. He passes it off to you—with, to your delight, shaking hands—, and asks, “Can you put this on the ground?” You raise a brow, taking it anyway to do as he asks, and he continues, sheepish. “I—ah, I don’t want it to fall.”

You laugh, then, corralling back up to him once the helmet’s safely deposited on the grass (and not the pavement, thank you. You’re not a monster, letting something as sexy and sleek as that helmet risk getting scratched up). 

“Oh?” You lean back in, making like you’re about to kiss him again—kiss him proper, now, without worrying about the precarious balance of his beloved helmet—, but you dip down at the last second to press hot, searing kisses across his throat. “Why would it fall?” you continue, chuckling at the soft whimper that falls past his lips. “Unless you’re thinking about something naughty.”

He goes silent; the motorcycle rocks, just a little.

You pay it no mind, though. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you coo instead, lapping at the heavy thrum of his pulse. He groans, strong, leather-bound hands coming to wrap themselves around your biceps, yet he makes no other noise besides the quiet sounds of each exhale. 

Soon enough—because it seems Wriothesley truly is intent on keeping it zipped—, your mouth has landed on the softest, most tender part of his neck. You hone in on it like you’re some type of mosquito blood-sucker, lips wrapping around his skin and sucking, suckling, working your tongue over it until it blooms a pretty shade of purple.

You tire quick, though, of the lack of vocal reply from your lover. “You can’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about this already,” you murmur, suckling a new mark opposite of the first one you’ve set prominently, “about me, about me fucking you jus’ like this...” You slide your hands up from his side to cup his jaw, thumbing at the subtle stubble as he looks up at you with such icy-blue irises. 

You don't expect Wriothesley to nod. “I do,” he adds on, to really fluster you. 

“I—ah?” You hiccup, pause, bite at the side of his neck mere inches above your first mark. “Gimme the deets.” 

(It’s fun, to be immature like this.) 

He huffs above you, gentle laughter shaking you from where you suckle bruise after bruise after bruise, leaving him looking like he got mauled by a bear, or whatever. (Your possessive heart soars at seeing your claim spread across his skin, where even his jacket collar can't cover. 

Everybody will know he's yours.) 

“Stop talkin’ like that,” he grumbles—the effect lost by the way he laughs—, “you sound like a teenager.”

“A horny teenager.” 

He barks out a true laugh at that, the sound spilling into a soft moan when you suck at the slight hollow of his throat, the area oversensitive because of the scars. “You're insufferable.”

“And hard,” you murmur, rolling your hips down into him. The motorcycle creaks at your movement, but, this time, it stays still—perfectly still. (You thank Wriothesley for the care he gave his bike, going as far as to invest in a good and proper kickstand. 

He definitely didn't imagine this when buying that, though.) 

It's time to up the ante, then (to really test the give of the product.)

“Lemme fulfill those dirty fantasies of yours, sweet thing,” you coo, suddenly dropping the pretense of light-hearted teasing and diving right on into adopting that tone of voice you know makes Wriothesley utterly helpless in his arousal. 

Yet, “Sigewinne rides on this with me—” he tries to say. 

“So?” You dip down, hot breath fanning against his lips. His eyes cross to follow your descent, trained on your mouth getting closer, closer. “I’ll clean it.

“Besides,” you continue, rubbing the tips of your noses together. His own breath tickles your face. “I want you to be reminded of this. Every time you go on a ride, you’re gonna be thinking about this—about me, about the way I ruined you right here, right on your precious lil’ bike. 

“You’ll always be reminded of this.” 

You don't expect the way he mutters, all breathless off of nothing but the pleasant ache across his neck from the hickeys and your dirty, dirty words—it’s a simple, a quiet but gruff, “Good.” 

“Good?” You tip your head to the side. 

Wriothesley only huffs again, pulling you closer with the hands he's moved to your shoulders. You swear you can feel the grooves of his gloves through your own shirt. “Good,” he repeats, easy confidence dripping from his voice. (You want him to drip with something else.) “I want to remember.” 

And, really, the grin you give is downright ridiculous, this love-sick, dopey thing that has no place in such a charged environment; but Wriothesley shares it with you, your own private smiles, and then he's surging forward and pulling you down to meet him in a desperate kiss, one all tongues and teeth. 

“Now quit talkin’,” he drawls, licking at the roof of your mouth, “and make g-good on that promise.” 

“Promise?” You chuckle, dark, a play out of Wriothesley’s own book. It doesn't fit you, really—you, the epitome of a good boy, a handsome sonuvabitch who has grandmas tripping over themselves trying to marry off their granddaughters. (“Oh, isn't he charming, sweet Cecily?” 

“Grandmama, I’m a lesbian.”)

“I didn't promise you anything, Wrio,” you coo, but your mouth and hands are hardly on the same wavelength; as you tease him with your words, dripping straight sin, your hands are unbuckling the heavy metal strung across his hips, thumbing down the fly ‘til you get your fingers wedged right between his thighs. “Maybe I should have you beg, hm? Beg to be ruined right now, right here on the same bike everybody sees you ride around town in.

“Oh,” you murmur, then, an idea springing to your mind as your fingertips press to the throb of his cock even through his briefs, “isn’t that an idea?” He whimpers, the sound so soft, so—so unbecoming, if you didn't know Wriothesley the way you do. “E’rybody’s gonna see you ridin’ this, and they're not gonna have a damn clue, are they? They're not gonna know the way you spread yourself so eagerly across her pretty seats—” you tease him by calling the bike a her, knowing how peculiar Wriothesley is about personifying the thing. 

He nods, hips humping desperately into your fingers. The whole time, he's making these other soft sounds, and you're taken, over and over again, by how lucky you are to have such a strong man at your mercy. “Please,” he begs. “Quit talkin’, and fuck me.”

Snickering, you bump your palm against his mons, saying, “But you love it when I tell you all the things I’m gonna do to you.” 

Unable to even deny it, he groans, deep and throaty. “I do,” he acquiesces while you take away your hand and help lift him enough to shimmy down his jeans and boxers both, “but I’d love it better if you'd do more than just talk.” You leave the fabrics bunched mid thigh as you stand him up proper and spin him around, pressing him gently into the leather upholstery. 

It’s quick, after that, to curl over the heft of him, to nudge your fingers back down between his bare thighs to tease at this thick cock, his throbbing cunt. He's soaked, off so little, and it's easy, too, to slide in one, two, three, working him open in soft, gentle movements that stretch him without a biting burn. 

“I’m ready,” he bemoans, shimmying his hips ‘til he bumps against your own erection, tenting at your own pants. “Fuck me!” His hips move, tantalizing, teasing, and you find, unsurprisingly, that pre-cum is seeping through the fabric of your boxers. 

“Fine, fine,” you murmur, pressing your fingertips against his g-spot for the first time today, the spot swollen beneath your touch. He mewls, chasing the pleasure, and you give it to him readily as you dig your cock out from your fly, barely pushing your pants down enough to rest just past your balls. 

Now that your cock’s out, you slide your fingers from his wet, loose heat. (It never ceases to amaze you, how loose a cunt he gets when he's sufficiently aroused. He opens so easily for you, sopping off of nothing but some words, some foreplay.)

No matter how wet he is, though, you're still careful to further slick him up with lubricant. You dip into him just-so, just enough to slather his hole and cock both in lube. He starts, slightly, at the starkness of something cold against where he's most hot, most sensitive. “Ah.”

Grinning devilishly against the nape of his neck, nosing down the high leather collar of his jacket, you drag out your fingers, terribly slow; and, only when you're sure Wriothesley is well aware of just where your hand is, you slather your own hard cock with the mess of lube and his slick. 

“Ready?” 

He huffs. “I’ve been ready, babydoll.” 

You laugh at that, nudging your cockhead up and into his loose hole. The resistance is hardly evident—really, his body gives so easily for you—, your cockhead popping in in that perfectly saccharine way that always makes you groan low, makes Wriothesley whimper high in his throat.

“So open for me, babydoll,” you coo—his own word against him—, one hand dropping from his hip to brace against the seat of the bike. It hasn't gotten truly unsteady yet, but you always like to err on the side of caution when your beloved is involved. (Plus, you’re really not keen on having to buy a replacement bike for him. 

A year’s salary alone probably couldn't buy a bike as souped up as his, the years Wriothesley put into the thing paying off beautifully in the long run. That damn bike's been around longer than you’ve been his boyfriend.)

Your cock slips in quick, easy, smooth, sliding right in down to the hilt, where you pause to let him adjust to your size. And, like clockwork, he shuffles his hips side to side against your one-hand hold and breathes out a low, whistling breath, says, “Okay.” 

With that simple word—that small phrase, really—, you’re drawing your hips out slow n’ slick, the sound frankly obscene in the quiet around you. His bike doesn't so much as creak this time, either: it’s silent but swaying in time with your thrusts, barely noticeable and not at all that important, supporting the weight of you both and the heft of your next tender thrust. 

Nosing at his sweat-damp hair, you drawl, “Look’it you, sweetheart, all open n’ pliant for me on my cock. You’re takin’ it so well, pretty thing right on your pretty bike.” 

“Baby—” he starts to say something else, but he gets cut off with his own moan, your thick cock budding up against his g-spot. You feel him froth around where you're balls-deep in him, and you slide your hand from hip to mons. 

“Want my hand, Wrio?” you ask, fingers brushing the mess of black curls sprouting from between his thighs. 

He nods vehemently, his bangs splayed across his sweaty forehead. God, if anybody walked by, drove by—they’d get an eyeful of your Wriothesley, fucked silly and hot by your cock; they’d get their heart’s content of punked-out Wriothesley, leather gloves and leather jacket spread across leather upholstery, his accessorizing chains rattling off with each thrust.

But Wriothesley is yours and yours alone; you wouldn't dare share the sight with anybody else. As such, you curl yourself further over his stretch-out, prone body, breathing hotly against and moaning against the blushing shell of his ear. 

“There we go,” you murmur, taking to circling the throbbing head of his cock with a gentle finger. He mewls into the air, his head almost limp on his shoulders. “There we go.” 

“F-feels good,” he moans as he tips his head into yours. “So good.”

“Yeah?” you ask, rhetoric, switching from circling to stroking him, your pointer and middle finger lightly squeezed on either side of his straining erection, moving forwards n’ backwards in gentle undulations. You swear you can feel his heartbeat in each throb of his cock, driving you to give it to him better, sweeter. “I can feel you throb for me, sweet thing: are you already that close?”

No longer trusting his voice (which is a shame, really, considering how much you love to hear those ruined syllables pass from his lips), Wriothesley can only nod, letting his head loll even further forward ‘til he’s practically curved over the seat of the bike. You follow him all the way down: you, wrapped over his curled back; and him, head pillowed on his crossed arms. A shimmer of sweat makes itself known on the sleeves of his jacket, the leather of it catching the sun. He’s devolved to helpless moans.

While he trembles beneath you, around your cock, you hone in on that perfect angle—the angle of your fingers stroking him off, the angle of your cock bumping against the spots deep in his cunt that never fail to pull Wriothesley apart. “There we go,” you repeat, your own words coming out muddled with the pleasure threatening to pull you under, instead. “‘m gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up ‘til you can’t take anymore—y-you want that, baby? Want me to breed you while you cream my cock—”

“—yes!” His voice is shot to hell, this raspy thing that’s somehow thrice as gruff as normal and equally as hot, as absolutely, resolutely ruined. “Yes, yes! Breed me, w-wanna be bred...” He tapers off with a whimper, cunt beginning to tighten up around you as his orgasm threatens to pull him under with you—no longer just apart, but wholly wrapped in you, safe and protected. 

“Cum for me, then—mm—, Wrio, Wriothesley—”

He whimpers, again, and you barely catch a whisper of your own name in the intelligible mess before you’re cumming, too, your cock pulsing with each involuntary squeeze of Wriothesley around you. Even as blood rushes through your ears, though, you’re whispering sweet words—nasty words, each one making him whimper n’ whine—, your fingers—long-trained, by now—keep up the gentle strokes of his cock until he’s too sensitive to go on. You withdraw them slowly, even as you’re still pumping him full with cum, even as his cock is still helplessly twitching and cunt still milking you for all you’re worth.

Coming down from your highs, then, is a slow, drawn out thing. You stay seated to the hilt, but you tease at the way his cunt’s spread open around the base of your cock, your fingers coming back covered in opaque white. He whines and weakly kicks his leg back, but you only laugh, bringing his cum up to your lips, tongue darting out to lick it clean. You groan—more-so for show, to get a rise out of your boyfriend—at the taste, and he seems to finally find his voice at that.

“Quit it,” he says; and, damn, did you do a number on his voice. It seems to have dropped an octave, all syrupy-slow and gruff in that way he always gets post-coitus. “‘s nasty.”

“I’m nasty?” Laughing, you nuzzle your cheek against the back of his head, cat-like in your affections. “You begged for it.” 

Wriothesley groans. When he attempts to lean up, you help by wrapping your hands around his abdomen—surely leaving a patch of saliva somewhere on either his tee or jacket—and prop your chin on his shoulder... all while you’re still balls-deep. 

“Hi,” you say, grinning. You can feel his eye-roll. 

But he says “hi” back anyway, letting his head fall back onto your own shoulder. He tilts his face towards you and meets your gaze with a satisfied sort of smile. 

“Well?” you ask. “Did I live up to your fantasies?” 

He nods. “And more,” he adds; but then he’s pulling off of and away from your cock, leaving you no time to dwell on it. “I starkly remember you saying you would clean my bike.” 

“I did.”

“Get to it then.” 

You grumble, though, tugging him back into your with the bear hold you’ve got wrapped across his torso. “You and the bike,” you finally correct, “and you come first. C’mon.”

Whether or not you actually get to cleaning that leather upholstery, well... Wriothesley may be driving Sigewinne to school tomorrow while sitting on a barely-there, all-dried patch of his and your cum. 

i got rlly carried away . . this was 3k words before i even knew it >< . . but: was this inbox from february? ye. does my pera anon still show their face? idk ! if ur still here, this is dedicated to u, honey <33 i know this may feel shallow of me, but i really do miss u guys when u disappear (；′⌒`)

#ㅤ✦【 INBOX 】 #ㅤ【 pera 】 #i love adding in subtle stutters whenever the sub gets a bit too confident<3 #reminds 'em that they're not all that (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~ #male reader #x male reader #top reader #sub wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #anddddd #sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin thirsts #since the og ask was just a thirst tbh . . #genshin x reader #genshin x you #trans nsft #also no. he did not give birth to sigewinne. she was adopted #!! the br//ding stops at the k/nk . .

[brucewaynehater101]

i'm gonna be real idk if your the right person to go for young justice core four headcanons but you give the best replies by far so heres my own idea idea

I was listening to the Roblox Soundfont remix and now the og Gone Angels and now I'm thinking . . .

Tim became Robin to prevent Batman from ceasing to be the symbol of heroism and good he started off as

The symbol that spiraled into destruction of even the self with Jason Todd's death

imagine a world where Red Robin becomes the very thing he swore to destroy with his own death

he dies along with Bart and Kon. Cassie due to this and maybe other factors fucking looses it, Batman post-Jason's death but pre-Tim becoming Robin style

or maybe instead he dies but the rest of the core four lives. either way Cassie still looses it, by herself or with her other teammates

And maybe, just maybe, they get nobody to be the Third Robin to their Batman, no Third Robin to Tim's Second Robin

likely improbably in canon but the idea of Cassie and maybe even Bart and Kon having a villain arc (maybe Black Silence style) is too good of an idea not to share

(Side note; imagine a Gone Angels cover where the survivor(s) sing and for the itallian lyrics in the midway point the deceased sing)

((extra side note: imagine this is what gets Batman and maybe the other Bats to reflect on the time before and after Tim become robin, post Jason's death; seeing their history repeat with Young Justice))

((hell maybe the Justice League realizes as wells))

"you give the best replies by far." Thank you. Sometimes, it takes a bit to reply to asks cause I'm taking a few hours to really answer the prompts/ideas/questions people pose. I also sleep at random times, so apologizes in advance to any asks that take a while!

My image of YJ is a codependent platonic polycule. They are Young Just Us because they didn't receive proper support from their mentors. This is part of why Cassie and Tim fell apart after Kon and Bart died. This is why, in their own weird ways, both of them tried to get a form of Kon back. Tim tried the scientist cloning avenue, and Cassie tried the cult.

If you want Tim's death to inspire Cassie and YJ to go evil, might I suggest Tim sending proof of Bruce being alive in the timestream and then succumbing to his spleen injury (perhaps an infection)? This would create a delicious amount of angst, anger, and mental breakdowns.

Cassie, the only nonretired YJ member alive at the time, didn't believe Tim about Bruce being alive. This was in part due to the cloning stuff but also in part to trusting Nightwing (or Batman at the time). If Tim didn't make it out of that alive, Cassie may be desperate to find anyone to blame but herself for that. She was a kid, she was lost in her own grief, and Tim should have had the support of literally any other hero.

The entire hero community turned against a teenager in his time of need that he resorted to conspiring with the LoA and ended up losing his life. Whether she chooses to be mad about nobody believing him (Tim's possibly a better detective than Bruce and people have revived before, but his evidence at the time was flimsy), she can be very pissed that not a single hero offered to help him. They didn't even need to trust in Tim's decision. They could have just accompanied Tim until the teen gave up or proved himself right. They could have treated it as a grief road trip while Tim found himself.

Anyways, losing the last nonretired YJ member that way may cause her to just snap. The JL was already on thin ice with the YJ for their lack of support to her generation of heroes. Them failing YJ enough that two children died in the field and one died as a direct result of their actions? She would, rightfully, loathe the JL. On top of that, she does already not trust the government for what they did to Secret. If she can't prosecute the JL, she'll become their enemy.

Cassie lost all of her main polycule. She wants revenge.

After Bart and Kon come back, they see how JL left Cassie and what they did to Tim. Cassie is part of their ride or die, and she has been treated so horribly. Tim has died. They obviously join her.

Now, with Bart there to give evil ideas (Bart is the scariest member of YJ and you can't convince me otherwise), YJ is a force to be reckoned with. Maybe some of the other members come out of retirement, maybe not. They would be unstoppable with Tim helping them, but that's the problem. They don't have Tim. Tim isn't there to help them nor hold them back. That's why they became "evil" anyway.

I like to imagine someone, probably Nightwing, screaming at them from across the battlefield. "This isn't what he would have wanted! He became Robin to stop Batman from destroying everything. This is the antithesis of why he became a hero!"

For a split second, YJ would pause. There's merit in those words, after all. Cassie would recover first as she shakes her head. "He became a hero to be the leash to Batman's rage. He's not here now. He's not here to temper our rage, and you did that. You abandoned a child." She plants her feet more firmly and points her sword at Nightwing. "We won't let you do that again."

It's dealers choice on whether YJ win the battle or not. Also, I do believe YJ would be obsessed with trying to bring Tim back. Perhaps some of their evil deeds truly stem from them trying to find ways to bring back Tim. They are incomplete without him just as they were incomplete without Kon or Bart and would be without Cassie.

Now, is Tim actually alive or does he stay dead? Did Ra's revive him using the Pit? Did Ra's lie or misguide the Bats while keeping Tim hostage? Will Tim come back, either after being brainwashed by Ra's or escaping, to find his platonic polycule has officially lost it and turned evil?

#cassie sandsmark #dc comics #dc universe #young justice #young just us #let yj be evil #tim drake #bart allen #kon el superboy #thank you for the ask!!!! #yj can and should take over the world for the greater good

[fallenclan]

wait are half clan relationships a Bad Thing ™️ in these clans im curious also im scared for them

oh good i've been looking forward to talking about this

so Fallenclan has a different stance on Outsider relationships than the clans do in the books. they are, Technically, against the rules, but it's a rule that goes generally unpunished if broken, and almost always just has a blind eye turned to it. the clan recognizes that without the integration of outsider blood, there would be some. issues. so nobody ever reports on it if they know their clanmate has a one-off or even ongoing relationship with outsiders, like how Toro remained mates with Jattelik even after she joined the clan. of course, it's generally encouraged to get your outsider mate to Join the clan, rather than remain outside of it, but it'll go unpunished either way. even Ravenstar, as bitchy as he is, won't do much more than a figurative slap on the wrist for someone who broke this rule.

that being said. half-clan relationships are definitely against the rules.

the reason this differs from outsider relationships is essentially just because of inter-clan politics. if you're in cricketclan, and you have a mate in archclan, what happens if those two clans get into a war? what happens if you and the one you love are on opposite sides of the battlefield? there's really no winning in that situation. and what if you're in fallenclan, and your mate is in gooseclan? what happens when prey starts to dwindle in the territories? will you take food from your own clan to bring to your mate? there's a lot of ways that half-clan relationships can end badly. they are against the rules, and they will be punished if broken, usually by having another, more trusted cat act as a shadow to the cat that took a mate from another clan, to make sure they don't make any attempts to reconnect.

still, some cats have managed. usually with one-offs, like Quailcall, but some have managed to keep their relationships going in secret--like with Lightningtail, for instance. The only other cat who knows about her relationship with Lilystem is Crowflame, who has been instructed to keep silent until Lightningtail is dead.

A fun fact for you! Lightningtail is the mother of Mossfrog. Mossfrog is the Adopted mother of Cloudtuft. Here are Lilystem (Lightningtail's mate in Archclan) and Cloudtuft's sprites next to each other.

He looks like his grandpa and he doesn't even know it. Makes you wonder if he was always meant to be a part of the family :)

#fallenasks #fallenlore #fallensprites #anyway yeah. better hope raven doesnt find out about pondcloud. especially since he hates shallowclan in particular #archclan #there might be more about this that im forgetting to mention but im just glad i got to talk abt it bc ive been thinking abt it for ages heh

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Fertility Field (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett decide to have some fun in the back field but you have no idea that it's been the Abbott family fuck spot for generations

Warnings: Smut, implied smut, several generations of fucking, trying for a kid, pet discipline etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @sebsxphia

You moaned loudly as Rhett thrust himself in and out of you, attacking your neck, his animalistic grunting and groaning obscene as it married together with your own noises.

"C'mon baby," he growled. "C'mon I know you've got it in ya, c'mon and cum for daddy!"

His big hands pawed along your thighs and with one more thrust, you both released onto and into each other, panting and out of breath as you came to rest, one on top of the other.

"Holy fuck," Rhett panted. "You're amazing baby."

You giggled a little as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you rest against him.

************************************

Cecelia quietly sang along to "Mule Skinner Blues" as it played from the little bluetooth speaker on the counter near the coffee machine. Dinner prep may not have been hers or anyone's favorite part of the day, but at least she had some time to herself and could enjoy most of the peace and quiet before everyone came in for the night.

The peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the opening of a door and the sudden barking of a small dog in the living room. "Hey!" Cecelia shouted. "Shut the fuck up Alberto! You're ok."

Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog leapt from the couch to go and beg for scritches from Royal who hung his hat on the hook and kicked off his boots near the rack.

"Somethin smells pretty good sugar bear," he remarked, Alberto's barking having reached fever pitch.

"Here," Cecelia said, handing him the cardboard paper towel roll. "Use this if you need to."

Luckily, Royal only had to snap his fingers and the little dog sat right down, his little batlike ears pricking straight up and his tail thumping on the floor. "Quit bein a little turd Alberto, nobody wants to hear it," Royal told him.

Alberto yawned and followed him into the kitchen, hopping up onto one of the seats as Royal wrapped his arms around Cecelia and kissed her cheek. "Any idea where (y/n) and Rhett are at?" he asked.

"Nope," Cecelia answered. "Last I heard they were goin for a ride into town and haven't seen head or tail of'em since."

With those last words, the door creaked open and shut once again, Alberto's barking starting again. "Alberto! For shit's sake, knock it off!" Rhett ordered. "I will stick ya'll downstairs so fuckin fast......!"

Alberto finally quit his yapping when you came over to give him scritches behind the ears. You went upstirs to wash up for dinner, hobbling and limping just a little bit, the same going for Rhett.

"You two ok?" Cecelia asked, trying to hide the smile that threatened to crawl across her face.

"M'fine, Ma," Rhett answered. "Why?"

"Well for one thing you and (y/n) were walkin a little funny."

"Walked into a fencepost in the back field Ma," Rhett told her.

"Sure ya did," Royal chuckled as he stirred the pot of meatballs simmering in the marinara sauce. "There ain't no fence near there and hasn't been since the day your Ma and I moved here."

"Wait, which field?" Cecelia asked Rhett.

"Um......the back one near the river towards the north pasture," Rhett answered hesitantly.

Cecelia's eyes went wide and Royal started laughing. "Oh my God," he laughed. "No way, ain't no fuckin way ya'll walked into a fencepost."

"Dad what the hell's so funny?" Rhett asked him.

"Rhett that field was the same field your Ma and I did the nasty in when we were tryin to have you?"

"OH MY GOD!!! DAD WHY??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS???!!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tellin ya because that's where at least four generations of Abbotts were conceived," Royal told him. "Including you and Perry."

"Perry wasn't conceived there," Cecelia reminded him.

"He wasn't?" Royal asked.

"Nah, Perry was conceived in the back seat of your '76 Firebird," Cecelia told him. "I remember because that was the night we went to the drive-in to see 'Conan The Barbarian.'"

"Oh fucking damnit," Rhett said, making a gagging noise.

"What's going on down here?" you asked. "Did I miss something."

"Nope, nope, change of subject," Rhett answered.

"Oh we were just tellin Rhett that ya'll might've stumbled on mine and Royal's favorite fuck spot," Cecelia answered.

You shrieked a little, laughing at the traumatized and exasperated look on your husband's face. The four of you had a good laugh about it over dinner, not daring to say a word in front of Amy lest she repeat it outside of the house.

Yet Royal and Cecelia hadn't been wrong when they had said that a little adventure in the so called "fertility field" would work, for a few days later, you and Rhett were all too happy to find out that Amy would be the proudest big sister in Wabang.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

[valeffelees]

alternate universe wherein after his childhood sweetheart unexpectedly calls off their engagement simon manages to summon the literal god of time and they romcom it up together. like, i'm picturing something to the tune of: the only thing simon has left of his mother is an old salisbury family heirloom. this really old pocket watch that's been passed down from oldest child to oldest child for generations. but what nobody knew was that the watch was a gift from the god of time himself, along with the promise that so long as they are a salisbury by blood, he will come to the keeper whenever he is called. and simon is holding the watch in his hands when he says something like, "i wish you were here", speaking of course to his mother but, y'kno, magical promises don't really care about semantics, so suddenly the god of time is just in his bedroom looking all cool and steampunk and shit. and baz time-god pitch could not be more inconvenienced by this turn of events if he tried. being summoned to some tiny ass flat in the middle of east london was not on his tuesday night to-do list. but after bickering for a while he eventually agrees to help simon fix things with agatha by taking him back in time to see where things went wrong, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that simon is the spitting image of the man baz first gifted the pocket watch to all those years ago, who he happened to be sickeningly in love with. n e way, cue a series of shenanigans and hijinks and general trope-y tomfoolery as they spend the next few weeks jumping through time together to various pivitol moments in simon and agatha's relationship, during which simon realises he and agatha weren't actually that happy together and he's been having more fun mucking about with baz lately than he's had with agatha in years. and then they prolly kiss or something

#i have so many thoughts in my head #carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #valen and the void #🔖

[lucabyte]

i am looking at nohats au 👀 please share more

So! NoHats! I'm going to grab you and use this to ramble. A Lot.

The NoHats AU is @samhainian's it's just that I'm the strange little freak who takes the words said unto me and executes on them. But I can still do a little explainer on what our overall thoughts and vibes are. (And, that we are in fact propping up a little box with some cheese under it here. 🪤 Please (PLEASE) feel free to pick up what we're putting down.)

We're far from the only ones exploring a "what if siffrin fucking died" AU, though the main difference with NoHats is the placement of the death in the timeline. Instead of being 'Mal Du Pays Wins' or 'Act 6 encounter goes horribly wrong', the death is… Just after the (literal) falling action.

(This placement is because Sam is a comic book fan who thus has become used to characters being ripped away at the cruelest times by shitty writers. THANK FUCKING GOD adrienne is not that and isat is delightful yippieee, but, back on topic.)

Giving the party the full understanding of What Happened that you get by putting the death after black hole siffrin, but before the A6 encounter leaves an interesting gap to be filled. See, making Siffrin's death very much not Loop's fault means that… this once again reads (when not read as simply a tragedy...) as the universe doing what it sees fit to fulfull Loop's wish… Thus making Siffrin's death Loop's fault again, but only in their eyes. And only in a way they could express if they were honest about who they were…

And this is where having had excuse to waffle about my general Postcanon Loop thoughts the other day comes in handy, because Sam and I have that as our canon-compliant reading to begin with, NoHats plays off of a lot of the same readings of Loop's character. Namely: Uh Oh Somebody's Lying By Fucking Omission Again. (BECAUSE TO BE FAIR THIS TIME… HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU HANDLE THAT?)

Now, neither Sam nor I are fanfic writers, so this has been a little bit trapped in our heads and DMs (and my unfinished art but,)

But our thoughts on how NoHats like… Goes.

Siffrin's death is peaceful, but that does not mean the aftermath of it is. I can't imagine the party takes it well, especially after understanding the circumstances of the Loops. (And, of note, in A5 where nobody had the discussion on what to do with each other's bodies should something happen…) But I'd imagine it traumabonds them somewhat (understatement of the century) and now knowing how the rest of the party feels, they resolve to travel together for the forseeable future.

The party track down Loop to deliver the terrible news, since they were clearly Siffrin's friend too, and invite Loop along to travel at least long enough to (let them grieve) get the burial over with. Loop, here, can be helpful in knowing what Siffrin would've wanted where the party would be at a loss. Loop, I think, takes a bit of a lead on the funerary aspects of it all, because, um. (Performing rites on your own body, huh?)

Then, as things are after a death, life just… Kind of has to continue on as normal. The party travel, pick up Nille, and get to know Loop as this mysterious new person. Maybe in this situation they might stay in Bambouche for a while to give Bonnie more stability since. They are probably taking it the worst. It would've come out of absolutely nowhere for everyone in the party obviously but god, for a kid? For A Kid?

It should be stated NoHats is not intended to be grimdark, just y'know. An exploration of grief. This is also why it's got a bit of a lopsided focus on Bonnie vs the rest of the party because hhrrhghghhghghhhghhghhh <- incoherent

Now, a crossroads.

How does the party discover Loop to be Siffrin? How long does it take. How much have the party embraced them as part of the family (especially with something as intense to bond over as this)?

There's the Odile option. Have her put it together and have to bring it up somehow. This could also be done by Isabeau, perhaps. He's smart. (which. God. If anything's the real Isabeau Torment Nexus it's this)

Then there's the other option batted around by Sam and I. The: The Universe Dislikes Duplicates option.

The items in the house that fzzt away when inspected. The Universe doesn't like there to be two of something, at least not when they're acknowledged. But one of something is just fine…?

Which is to say. I'm not a personal proponent of 'Loop getting their body back'. EXCEPT …… except this one time.

There's only one Siffrin now, so they don't need to be obfuscated to exist.

Consider, if you will. Loop swallowing their guilt for long enough to be comfortable. Falling back into old habits. Without another Siffrin around to compete for the niche of, they actually begin to act like Siffrin again. Not intentionally, it's just… The party is as welcoming as they've always been. And the party swears they keep catching glimpses of a face under all the light.

Then, one day, while still not fully human again, the resemblence becomes undeniable. Loop having not even noticed until everyone looks at them like they've seen a ghost.

Has it been months? How long have they kept up this lie? Is it even a lie, to them? They're Loop. But they were, once, Siffrin.

Even after explaining it, does that make it better or worse?

Bonnie cuts through the betrayed, struck-nerve reactions with a sobering "I missed you."

… Anyway !

Yeah so that's the vibe for NoHats. As for LoopLoops? That's more nebulous. I think it can go anywhere really in the NoHats timeline. I err personally toward the "Loop continuously replays the last 10 minutes before Siffrin's death almost immediately after they find out and have to parkour their ass up the House in the most distressing situation possible to try and get them to hold on, just please hold on." (Remember! Siffrin can remember the contents of Loop's loop backs in the A6 fight!)

But there is the possibility that this happens months, or worse years down the road. One last Loop back. Throw it all away for the chance to just get that one thing you didn't know you even wanted but now know you NEED.

Misc:

Okay miscellaneous time.

This is where I admit that I have a bunch of unfinished NoHats art that I haven't gotten around to yet because I feel like a right tool being so obviously Loop-Centric with my fancontent (I AM . . I REALISE I AM NOT DOING MUCH TO BEAT THE ALLEGATIONS.) So like if people want to see that please say because euaghghghhfh <- the nervous.

this is like the most fucked up place to do isaloop fr. anyway.

one of Sam's mid-game observations that I'm just going to share for no particular reason is that Bonnie's hair shares a bunch of shapes with Siffrin's. The flick up at the top, the 3 pronged shape of the fringe… just something to think about.

Without 2 Siffrins around to compare each other to it'd likely be a lot harder to notice Loop's similarities. Doesn't mean that those similarities don't sting more in this context though.

If you do NoHats without LoopLoops. The concept of this all fading into memory years down the line while they just have slightly-glowy but otherwise regular Siffrin hanging out is fucked up to think about. Just like real grief. Augh

6. a peek into the original dms as a treat from us

#LONG POST....! #be free our ideas. go forth into the wild. and by that i mean neither of us are fic writers so please HUNT US FOR SPORT #isat spoilers #looploops au #nohats au #isat au #isat loop #isat act 6 spoilers #not giving it more tags than that since feels rude to tag the rest of the party lol #lucabytetalks #but yes! to be extra clear: nohats is a 'please play in the space' invitation. because neither of us are big fanwork people! um! #it feels a little bit neglectful of us to not make more stuff for this AU ourselves but... we aren't practiced at that kind of thing. so. #open invitation! we know we won't make anything MASSIVE with this so.. don't hold your breath. and feel free to take the reigns. #we aren't like. the arbiters of 'sif fuckin dies' aus in general obviously but if you want to play with our specific ideas please do! #think of this post like prompts if you want to. go nuts #and @ a certain someone who said in the tags theyd maybe write something inspired. kisses you so sweetly. thank u for even considering it #also hi kaun i was thinking about your little snippet when typing 'act 6 encounter goes horribly wrong' 👋

[yuurivoice]

A lot of creatives have a point where they have that sorta "Nobody's gonna wanna see this/nobody will care" feeling about their work.

I was wondering if you've ever struggled with that sort of feeling, be it about your audio content or even just other creative projects? If so, how did you end up overcoming it in the end? Do you ever feel that way these days?

Only if you wanna answer ^^

Oh plenty of times! Whether it's due to imposter syndrome, or just a general numbers slump, or something you worked really hard on just not doing as well as you wanted it to...plenty of ways to end up with that sorta hopeless feeling.

This is one of the times where it truly matters why you started doing the thing in the first place, when your intentions get checked. That big ass filter will hit you eventually. Are you here because you wanna create, or because you want number go up? Would you be doing this even if there was no compensation, or are you tapping out the moment you aren't profitable?

So you take a deep breath, feel bad for a little bit, then take a look inwards. What could you do better? What can you change or do in addition to your current approach? What are others doing that's working, and why isn't it working for you?

Sometimes auditing yourself to see what's not working can be rough. Looking at your peers might press on your insecurities. But if you actually want to improve in terms of reach and growth, you can't just piss and moan about algorithms, or how other people are successful, or any of that.

You can always improve in some way or another, and there are always alternative paths to success. Whatever that might look like for you!

When Finn's content was first coming out he didn't do super great. He was cute but he wasn't doing numbers. It bummed me out and soured me on pushing him real hard at the time. Years later, his compilation with many of the same videos I didn't love ended up being my first video over a million views.

There is ALWAYS a way to make shit work. It might not be right when you expected it to be, but it can surprise you if you keep hustling.

A lot of the recent changes I made with thumbnails and other stuff came about because I was frustrated in this exact way. 7 years into it and I was still looking for ways to get better and kick more ass. It'll happen again and again because I'm here for this shit and it's not just a job, it was a hobby that I fell in love with and take pride in. I like getting better, whether it's in the business side or if it's my writing and acting.

But I've never immediately spring back from that initial feeling of frustration. I'll mope and feel bad and get frustrated and upset.

Then it's over, and I get back in the saddle.

So keep on trying, keep on creating, and try to find the joy in it all!

[elftwink]

one major difference i have found between service industry work (in my case food service but this is widely applicable to similar jobs) and other public-facing positions is that the job itself is often very similar because people is the same, it's just in service everyone approaches you already thinking they're right and you're a fucking idiot and its their god given right to disrespect you, where in other positions even if they are not nice to you they usually acknowledge that you know more than them on issues pertaining to your job. like the difference in behaviour from people who see you as serving them vs helping them is unreal. i am doing literally the exact same things. customer is always right mentality did irreparable damage to the fabric of society

#good idea generator #i loveee the library front desk everyone is polite and people will just ask you anything #they assume so much knowledge and access to data #ill be like 'just one moment let me look that up in the system' [googles name of school + upcoming events] #also not in a mean way but i never realized until i worked here how little anybody is googling anything #i think its funny and i also love to google things for people so i am perfectly suited to this #and some questions even though they are googleable the issue is more that the person isnt totally sure what theyre asking #but like. the library hours are visible on the home page. and outside the building that you just walked into on a sign #PPL DO NOT READ SIGNS. i knew that from other jobs but good lord people do NOT even GLANCE at signs #ppl would fully walk past like 4 signs about a specific thing and proceed to ask me a q about the thing. after waiting in a line #constantly CONSTANTLY ppl are trying to enter or exit through locked doors. clambering over closed signs to do so #its someones job when the library closes specifically to point out the signs and direct ppl to an open exit #and still often people will get up to the automatic doors and be baffled and confused as to why they dont open #but like even this i dealt w/this at my food service job and it was so frustrating #bc when you had to confront these people they would get MAD AT YOU. furious that they didnt read a sign telling them where to line up #but at the library people are polite and apologetic so you know it's not malice or entitlement ppl are just kind of inattentive #monumental difference tbh i actually love front counter so much people are so fun #and i like it when nobody is actively trying to kill me with their mind while we speak

[hes-a-tough-kid]

I’ve been thinking a lot about how Spider felt when he hit puberty and started growing facial hair, making him even more different to the Na’vi. I wonder if he hated it.

Also the inherent tenderness of a boy trusting someone else enough to help him shave for the first time… something about it makes my chest hurt. I really tried to capture it in Foreign Body but there’s so much more that I wish I’d left space for.

#is this me admitting that i might go back and add even more content to my already published and completed fic? perhaps. #spider socorro #jake sully #avatar 2 #idk why im posting this im just feeling so soft for spider growing up and battling with his… foreign body (ba-dum tss. i am boo’d off stage #but fr the way he tries and tries and tries to assimilate and his inescapable humanness is a constant reminder of his incongruity with #pandora… like he cant be truly na’vi and growing up he is presented more and more evidence that he will never be #im still turning the Spider as an allegory for second generation immigrants thing in my head… the draft post is getting a bit too long tbh #but i just cant shake the feeling that he struggles with this foreignness a lot- ESPECIALLY knowing his parentage (father) #anyway here are a couple of drawins from the pages and pages of spiders i have in my sketchbook #for me and and maybe 1 other person who thinks about this stuff 🙃 come get yall juice (cricket sounds) #theyre not very good but im really enjoying being nobody out here #so i can post my bad drawings and run away 😌 #i'm trying to learn to draw please be kind <3 #kid’s post

[everythingsinred]

controversial opinion of the year is that i dont think barbie was that great bc its message was all over the place and also they didnt realize they had made kens the women in their story so it just seemed bizarrely misogynistic to me

#little anya things #me mid-movie: ahh i see so the kens are women in this lil scenario #the movie: ACTUALLY no we have no idea what we're doing #before u come at me. 1. 'women view each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments #but for the attention of men' #2. the general vibe of condescension towards ken's efforts on beach echoing specific condescension of men towards women's interests #that 'oh u pathetic thing u' vibe was so strong #3. ken being shocked that a woman respected him enough to ask him for the time. an event that HAS NEVER happened to him before #he is so touched by the feeling of respect... 4. nobody knows where the kens even live. #miss representation quote abt how 50% of the population is disinterested in the other half. #5. barbie feels instantly objectified in the real world whereas ken instantly feels respected in a way hed never been #6. they dont even have genitals so ken arent actually men and barbies arent actually women bc thats not how things work in their world #listen the first half of that movie i was like. so kens are women here. #then theres the typical revenge narrative where they start the 'patriarchy' that wasnt rly all that creative but fine #but then they got all confusing and barbies are women and kens are just men who have been rightfully oppressed all along?? even tho #theyve been women-coded this whole time. okay #7. kens go back to having no government representation or right to vote and this is sposed to be funny. i guess? #im not mad at the movie for being misandrist bc it wasnt. it was just trying too hard to do too many things #that it ended up just seeming misogynistic to me #not to mention it was doing the bare minimum and is just step one in a huge capitalist ploy to start making a bunch of toy-related movies #im genuinely shocked i havent seen any criticism abt it on tumblr when its such a sloppy film throwing out a confused message #in order to make money and sell dolls. what exactly am i supposed to take away from this.... it just seems so bizarrely hypocritical #for mattel to make a movie where they feature as side-antagonists who essentially learn nothing... just for mattel irl to make more money #off of everything they mentioned in the movie. like. what changed. #also america ferrera's character existed just to give that speech and otherwise she and her daughter were not relevant to the plot at all #it was funny and aesthetic and all but the more i think abt it the more im not all that impressed. idk. am i missing smth #i dont think so. i disagree w most ppl's analysis praising it. idk idk

[apatheticlexicographer]

to be completely honest, the stranger things fandom has damn near ruined the show for me lmfao

#and i don't mean in the 'i know too much i can never be satisfied as GA again' way #people are just soooooo fucking petty #and i swear to god nobody in this fandom seems to remember that it's supposed to be... fun??? #for them and for everyone else #like. bro. have u considered sitting down and maybe drinking a glass of *insert preferred juice* #people take the stupidest shit tooooooo seriously #also HEAVILY controversial opinion so i'm banking on nobody seeing this lest i get hashtag cancelled: #the vast majority of the characters are pretty bland and have middling chemistry #yes. this includes mike and will #i enjoy them. i like them. i don't think they're BAD. but sweetheart they are not that deep i'm sorry ToT #truly fascinates me how worked up people get over a handful of fictional pubescent suburbanites #yeah i'm losing followers if anybody sees this but i honestly do not give a shit #it might just be the mental illness but i barely care about any of it anymore even on a perfunctory level #i miss stranger things being a show i really really liked without being muddied by how fucking annoying fandoms are #(just in general but indo tend to fall into obnoxious ones and ST is no exception) #honestly half the entertainment i've gotten here has been from participating and half has been from watching other ppl squabble #i guess we all suck. haha #i'll probably be less of a holier-than-thou jackass in a couple weeks when i maybe get new meds #but til then i am honestly so sick of logging onto tumblr and having my dash at least half full of stranger things #i'm sick and tired and bored. i just wanna enjoy my blorbos in the peace of my own mind and then forget about them for a couple of years #maybe the hyperfixation is finally ending #honestly??? i hope so #lexi stfu challenge

[isabelguerra]

I don’t really care about shipping THAT much but honestly a lot depends on what about a pairing makes you like it. what about it draws you in, what doesnt, and why you want to change that thing. what it would become if you changed that thing, what changing that thing would do to it.

I saw a post about zukka the other day where OP was groaning about how many ppl make zuko into a babygirl for his long hair while acting like sokka is this hypermasculine hunter type, despite so much of his character deals with themes of inadequacy and wanting to make people around you proud/ take you seriously. also him liking shopping and arts&crafts and into theatre and writing poetry. OP said something like ‘it becomes about the viewers desire to fit a character to their own tastes, without considering who the character actually is’ which is such an eloquent way of putting it!

so when it comes to messing around with identities via ships its like… playing with gender and shit is fun! its good to explore and mess around and try things. if your outlet is through your favorite characters, hey, go nuts. but I think its really important to look at the way we feel and consider why we feel that way.

literally whenever i sit down to write something i go ‘okay. is this for me to be self indulgent and ooc. or is this to be faithful to the characters as they exist as narrative tools’ basically am i writing for Me or am i writing for Them. and i do both! but it just comes down to that I dont like taking characters out of the context of their stories too much. im a firm believer of ‘liking something because of something, not despite it’, so when it comes to m/f ships its like. okay well why am I drawn to this over a gay ship. do I think ‘damn i wish this was gay’ or is the fact that its mf add a little flavor. for me its all about the flavor

#THIS ISNT DIRECTED AT THAT ANON their ask spurred my thinking on the subject more but they didn’t say or do anything wrong #i think a lot of ppl who follow me/are into pnat rn are younger so if ur having fun theres nothing wrong with that #and you arent bad for exploring. have fun make ur favs trans stick parts of yourself in them. these are just things to start thinking about #anyway re: that last paragraph i *have* written SO many ‘for me’ snippets like im not on a high horse here #but i do keep those to myself. there are the ‘heehee i will never let these see the light of day [mentions it sometimes]’ stories #that are like bursting with desire for Some kind of outlet even if i dont want an audience necessarily #and then there are ones that the entire Point is that nobody sees them but me. i can do whatever i want because its For Me. itll never see #the light if day because i have zero desire for it to be considered or known of by anyone outside my brain #my point here is if ur just having fun to have fun then have fun #but with my indulgent stuff i dont even try to pass it off as the characters in any way other than name and general appearance #like those are functionally ocs at that point. im just using them as puppets to tell a story i want to tell #whereas with stuff i show publically or keep privately but think about more #i am VERY ‘he would NOT fucking say that’ #because im focusing on the CHARACTERS!!!!!!! MY FOCUS IS THE CHARACTERS!!!!!!! THEMSELVES!!!!! NOT WHAT I WANT THEM TO BE!!! WHO THEY ARE #im still typing its like 3am i gotta sleep. bye heart emoji

[unproduciblesmackdown]

truly further [2 sides same coin] of billions tragic failing of either quant's writing that the effective Demand that taylor & rian must have a very special dynamic is all about going "well i'm epic & you're epic" at every stage, which is nothing, while winston and taylor can never have a dynamic b/c he's so Not Epic, despite that he's more similar to taylor in any ways that actually matter or could mean anything, while also if rian was ever peers with winston / had a reciprocal dynamic there, maybe we'd Have to have had more of an actual character from that role, but instead once again [no] b/c he's so Not Epic. billions writing getting an award for [okay. tmc trifecta] as the only option heading into s6 & giving us Nothing instead

#fr the one arc left is winston being sick of it like alright i'm outta here #wherein it's time apparently for rian to draw on the apparent nonzero affection she thinks she has for all that that means anything.... #and oops it did nothing; she may as well have Again jumped in & volunteered info herself in the first place #and tbt rian could be indignant on lauren's behalf based on like 3 days of distant technical half coworkership #but Nothing re: taylor's participation in treating winston like that. nothing re: rian either. but you see....lauren was also epic #winston billions #when you're both Epic you're on the defensive about why you Don't date. except for when you're not! #like again so wendy thinks she & taylor were peers? why did They not have to explain why They didn't date? wendy being that cishet abt it? #we can't get an explanation for why rian would fuck That old man; just why it wasn't otherwise taylor specifically #this being the ''well it's how i'm So thoughtful abt things. & it's how i'm So Unthoughtful abt things'' In The Same Breath #like yeah yeah you dropped all pretense of [character: rian] for [young woman: inherently sexually available] like amazing #it was always like jesus christ but just increasingly dismal experience surveying the mess of nothingness & insults that was like. #again the Nothingness that was rian & pick your poison re: analyzing Power whether it's the ungodly thread of banging prince #or her casually being this general bully + personal abuser to her ''friend'' / coworker there & this is Completely Neutral to billions #perhaps Good! & there's just nothing else to the character. having her Not Leave also just further whittling away any sense of anything #again it's just like depressing lmao gotta get out of here #and as per usual the way that ripping off winston's character from getting to have focus; material; arcs; relationships etc just #impacts these other characters negatively too. rian's main traits having to be ''loves being a bully'' & ''presumed to have a vagina'' wow #billions doesn't even know abt the former which just makes it all the more amazing. taylor having ''nobody'' to talk to but rian for half #a season like WINSTON!! he was half their employees at that time & billions is still That resolute abt The Epics Vs The Losers #and being a Thee Epic is like [there's nothing there] like that was Really supposed to be rian's whole character & [there's nothing there] #the substance not in taylor going ''who's Epic like me'' but in who's Actually inherently intractibly offbeat & different & Knows This #embraces it works with it Has to embrace and work with it; suffers for it but thrives for it; is this secret weapon for it; can work w/You. #all the ways taylor had to water down talking abt themself to like wendy or axe or whomever tf....winston is right here #he's Understanding them & talking abt Them unprompted unguided just Getting It & Caring; doing 9000% better than these other Epic ppl.... #lord. it's just amazing they were really this committed to like well yeah the real binary that really matters. the cools & the nerds #they really were like oh we love winston sm....we Love to write 3x03 endlessly where he gets shitted on & we have so much fun seeing that #we could've at least had the Consequences of [winston deserved to throw hands] like fr. rian; taylor; wags; dollar bill; wags again

[hoper-of-farflung-hopes]

It's very strange seeing other people interpret your relationships through the lens of a story, and seeing them do it completely incorrectly

I get why it happens obviously- to them it is just a story, and everything is open for interpretation, and the version of events that I'm from is only one of many possibilities.

Still strange though

#this applies very strongly to any relationship I have had that people think is romantic #because relationship here mostly means friendships and some familial relationships #but this particular post was actually inspired by the number of people who seem to think that Martha hates me? #like. we're fine. she stopped traveling with me because it was in her best interest to do so #but #we met up with that after that and everything was fine and we're cool with each other now? #like it's nobody's fault that things worked out the way they did #she's my friend and it's not her fault that she had a crush on me and it's not my fault that I didn't have one on her #there's no bad guys here just people who weren't at the right places in their lives to spend a lot of time together #also I agree the chameleon arch made me kind of suck but. vitally. I did not microprogram every aspect of that guy's personality #he is not me that's the point. it's basically a randomly generated average dude from a specific time and place and I do not get to pick #Martha did end up having to come up with a lot more nonsense than she should have #but also not every adventure I go on with people is made into an episode of a TV show #we had good times together too

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TOP! FIVE! UNJUST DEPTHS! BITS! IZZY MY OOMF!

yea you would ask me that wouldn't you. okieeeee im still pretty early into things so this is drawing from a limited selection of Bits. i get the impression from your posting that it's only going to get Better tghe more i read. but there are plenty to choose from regardless so. here we go

5. murati and kayuniya just in general are super cute but i think my favourite bit of theirs so far was when they were being toxic online like making up fake secrets about video games and posting them to forums and saying shit that's wrong as hell just to piss people off. they are perfect. joining the war on misinformation. on whichever side your wife is on.

4. speaking of murati i also really like her trait of constantly blaring really loud music from her room all the time. i have nothinjg else to say i think it's funny. her having to come back to her room after getting in a fight with her gf and she's got like DJ Crazy Times or whatever echoing through the hall because she had left it on when she was out. and she has to turn it off when she gets into her room. obsessed.

3. i like shalikova a lot even if i have no idea what her deal is other than that she is sooooo sullen. i think the parts during the third battle of thassalid trench where she's just being hyper competent and blowing people up were so good. like cutting up a mech right in front of her with one arm and using the other arm to take pot shots at a ship until murati has to be like "hey stop showing off we're trying not to die"

2. nagavanshi being just an absolute powder keg of a woman every time she shows up. she's insane. i think bhavani calling nagavanshi "her little tyrant" was sooooo much. i think i said something like Do You Think They Explored Each Others Bodies and you replied with something very ominous but i don't remember what exactly. but i hope they did and i hope it was/is insane

ulyana finding out she has to work for the foreseeable future on board the same ship as the girl she had a shitty one night stand with the literal night before the crew was gathered, and then beefing it so bad and immediately having all of the disco elysium skills living inside her head scream at her for being such a girlfailure:

#kimpining #ask #ask game #ulyana was almost on my top 5 fictional women but i was like. nobody that follows me has read this #there are also lots of Smaller or more General things i like #im focusing in on Character stuff because that just sticks out to me most here. but in general #i like the way the world is being set up and everything. its nice. im bad at explaining myself on this but. yknow

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#the more i learn about the history of life. the more alien it seems to me #thats how i want to start my letter of intent #but i dont remember how im supposed to write one. ur supposed to talk about all ur qualifications. i think. y ur the right person for the #position. but i dont want to do that. i just want to chase down the words to make the ideas in my head make sense #bc its true. life to me has become increasingly alien. and i mean that in only the best of ways. #astrobiology has always been my focus but im not quite sure its an accurate descriptor anymore #i mean. it is the way i understand it. for understanding life we have a sample size of 1. we have to start here #until we find something else. so i want to study and understand the life on this planet. how it came to be. how its changed. whats pushing #those changes. but thats not what people think when they hear astrobiology. nobody else seems to get it #like the way i see plants has completely changed. a plant is a very strange thing. it is a body with many cells reaching up to capture #light from a far off star. making sugar from starlight. and plants have a history having been something soft bodied. green goo #but they developed structure. they consumed another small gooey body and crept across the barren surface of the early earth #a biome is dicated by the plant life in a given location. plants have helped to sculpture the ecology of the world #making a landscape of green hands reaching higher and high toward the light #its weird. alien. and i never thought about that before. there r so many things i want to know. im streched in a million directions. i want #to read papers but i cant hold the words long enough to make them make sense. i want to listen to people talk about life but i know they #generalize. they miss the finer details. i want narratives and poetry. i want stories that make me think about the world differently. but i #want to listen to the same things over and over and over until ive felt out every detail and every contour of why its wonderful. until i #understand. but i can only occupy one place at a time. so ive been laying here for 3 hours. thinking about all the things i want to do and #not doing any of them. but its not all terrible bc at least i have things i want to do. and the way i feel abt these things is so different #from how i feel abt what im paid to do. my interests have diverged too much. im not having fun there anymore. i havent been for a while. #all my good will burned away and now theres nothing but the guilt of no longer being invested. but i only have to be here until the end of #spring. so not much longer. and then ill b somwhere else. doing something more interesting. hopefully #that's all. i just put too much pressure on things and then i cant do anything bc im crushing myself #hm i should stop that #unrelated #lol welcome to my blog where i draw ninjas while being unironically haunted by the mysteries of life in the universe