#rusty lake discussion

[psychopacifist-rm]

Classic

(Guys, I can give you a lifehack: I never attack you first, if we speak with respect to each other, good? Good.)

#sometimes it gets Annoying #rusty lake #albert vanderboom #frank vanderboom #fanbase #rusty lake shitpost #Rusty lake meme #rusty lake discussion #discussion #rusty lake albert

[alumbianchronicler]

No Laughing Matter - Part 9

Parts 1-8

Ao3

Part 9

Disclaimer: I have read nothing canon with J'onn in it, and am working from a general impression of him I've gathered through fan-fiction. I apologize for any out-of-characterness.

(tw: blood, general discussion of destruction and murder)

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There was laughter echoing deep in his mind. A cruel, vicious laughter, but laughter nonetheless.

Danny wasn't quite sure whether it was his own or not. Even thoughts he recognized as his own were twisting disconcertingly, making it difficult to find a point of reference within the dream.

If it was a dream.

Was it a dream?

Blood dripped from his fingers, the smell of copper and smoke filling his nostrils. It was a welcome scent. It was a familiar scent.

No... It was a horrifyingly unwelcome scent.

It was... Not. Real.

This was a dream. He was asleep.

Laughter echoed through his mind, and this time, Danny knew some of it was his own. A hysterical, desperate laughter at odds with the ruthless sound around him that echoed with an all-too-familiar phrase:

I am inevitable.

No. This was a dream. It wasn't real. He wouldn't have... he would never... he...

Images of a city in flames flashed through his dream, and for a moment the sound of screams drowned out the laughter.

Danny fell to his knees, blood splashing away in ripples around him, spreading impossibly far in his awareness and disappearing into a vast lake of red and smoke and...

"Child?"

A voice broke through the screams and the laughter both.

The blood rippled around him.

"Phantom."

It was not any voice he expected. It was not Dan's. It was not Clockwork's. It was not even Nocturn's voice. It was a stranger's voice, one he did not recognize...

Danny looked up.

The person standing above him was as green as any ghost, but far more solid, and watched Danny with solemn red eyes. The stranger knelt down on one knee, disregarding the blood in the dream-scape, and held a hand out to the teenager.

"I'm J'onn, the Martian Manhunter, with the Justice League. Do you recognize me?"

Danny stared at the offered hand, slowly nodding. Martian Manhunter... the man... in his brain... was an alien?! Any other time, Danny would be enthusiastically excited by that realization.

He blinked. Laughter echoed, and the mind-scape flickered and filled with a sickeningly painful red haze that smelled like...

"Blood blossom?" he murmured.

J'onn didn't move. "Yes."

Danny reached out halfway, then pulled his hand back with a hiccupped laugh. "I can't. I can't. I killed so many. So many... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry..." Why was he laughing?? This wasn't funny.

I am inevitable.

J'onn reached out and gently caught the young man's hand. The lake of blood drained, leaving rusty stains and a stifling silence.

"You weren't in control of your actions, Phantom."

"Wasn't I? Wasn't I?! Even if I wasn't... I still did all of that." He gestured around him, where visions of smoke and fire and destructions shifted in and out. "Me. Not anyone else."

"You are... afraid of yourself."

"How many people did I kill?"

The Martian was silent for several long moments. "The final count hasn't..."

"How many?!" There was no laughter now.

"The last count was 384, with several hundred still unaccounted for."

The dreamscape trembled, glowing cracks forming at the edges and along the ground, pulsing between ecto-green and blood-blossom red.

"Phantom."

Danny looked up, tears in his eyes, and met J'onn's own red ones. The Martian sighed and squeezed Phantom's hand gently.

"Sometimes we fail those under our protection. Sometimes... we hurt people we did not mean to. You can't let that destroy you."

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE DONE!" Danny snarled, pulling his hand back. Behind him, the memories of a timeline lost played out, an older, larger, more malicious version of Phantom laughing as he destroyed a city around him.

J'onn considered the scene for a long moment as Danny stepped back, wrapping bloody arms around himself.

"You have... seen alternative timelines of yourself?"

Danny nodded.

"You are afraid this event will turn you down that path."

Another nod.

"I think... the fact that you are worried about it means that you will not. We can not bring back the dead, but we can help make sure this doesn't happen again, if you'll let us help you." J'onn stood and held out his hand again to the teen.

Danny stared at the offered hand for a long moment, then his shoulders slumped and he stepped forward, eschewing the offered hand to simply lean into the Martian with a quite whimper.

J'onn, surprised, was motionless for a moment, then wrapped his arms around the boy. "I will have to leave your mind soon. You have been experiencing some fever, but we will keep you, and others, safe while you recover."

Danny nodded his understanding, and the dream faded into restless darkness.

~~~

Tim was growing increasingly horrified at the information he was reviewing concerning the Guys In White and the small city of Amity Park.

The whole city was separated from the outside world by long-term government funding. Apparently, a specific pair of scientists had been heavily funded in their early and, if he didn't know better, pseudo-scientific research upon moving to the town.

Honestly, it didn't look like the Drs. Fenton ever made the connection between their funding grants nearly two decades earlier, and the rapid "formation" of the Ghost Investigation Ward within months of the creation of a stable dimensional portal to the Infinite Realms (he had half thought Constantine was going to have an aneurysm when he heard about that).

And that wasn't even getting into the projects and experiments the GIW intended to carry out, themselves.

Apparently, the Anti-Ecto Acts' statement of considering Ecto-entities to be less than plants was no joke, and the experiments outlined in the files Tucker had sent him were bad enough that he had to step away from the computer to help with continuing rescue and rebuilding efforts for a shift before returning.

By the time he had gone through all of the files, he had a presentation ready for the rest of the family, and a loose outline of a plan set in his mind.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #nolaughingmatter #~myfanfics #tw: blood

[callmegaith]

just a curious question. As someone who has been in the fanbase for a long time, do you feel like the fanbase has changed over the years? If yes, then for better or worse? And also do you feel like you've popularized Jackalope among the fanbase in your time making art for it?

Thank you for what I'm sure will be an insightful answer

Oooh interesting ask!

Long read ahead!!

Well, I've been with the fanbase for what's gonna be my 6th year now. I would say at the start I mostly kept to myself so I didn't engage a lot with others. I got into the games after playing Hotel and took my time learning all the lore. After that, I mostly just talked about RL with my close friend and bestie. After a while we both started making fanart which really wasn't anything significant on my end. I was a nobody and still kept mostly to myself. I have made friends in the fanbase tho, some who I'm still friends with today. The fanbase was small but dedicated. (Obviously smaller than now)

Then my friend and I created our own community for Rusty Lake that we managed and were mods on and kept it going and growing for 2 years, which allowed me to meet more people. Everyone mostly liked sharing their art and theories, and that's when I started getting a better view at the fanbase as a whole. They were SERIOUS about their lore and theories. Lots of people didn't accept other people's headcanons and fought back and forth on it, everything had to be lore correct yada yada yada. Also shipping was a HUGE NO NO. People fuckin hated shipping RL characters.

And then Paradox happened and idk why but something in the fanbase shifted after Paradox. It was a volcano erupting and then going back to sleep. It got bad before it became good, but I wasn't there a lot during this period as I decided to take a hiatus when things got to their boiling point.

Through the entirety of 2020 I was gone, and then I came back for a while to draw my silly son and check on the games, since there was nothing interesting ( FOR ME ) at the time, I left again. Same thing in 2022. And then 2023 the brainrot returned HARD and though there was still nothing interesting going on with the current games (again, FOR ME) I still played them all and went back to reclaim my throne as David Eilander's # 1 fan. By that time, I've really bettered my art skills and I was way more confident in sharing my art openly to other platforms like Reddit, where it was a great success. It also allowed me to meet with the fanbase again and BY GOD IT CHANGED. Everyone is a lot nicer now for SURE. Everyone is way more respectful and discuss their lore and theories in a civil manner. No more gatekeeping. It was BEAUTIFUL. And I guess that's what made me stay this time around.

So yea, fanbase was bad, now is good.

As for Jackalope, I feel like it's more popular outside of Rusty Lake than inside the fanbase. Most of the people who like my Jackalope art don't even know what Rusty Lake is. While in the fanbase I think it feels big simply because I keep it contained within my community, and since it's just a group of familiar people sharing their work about one topic, it feels big. But in the larger scope of the fanbase? I don't think so, no. I think Jackalope is just enjoyed by a few of us who bounce ideas off one another. I make art that inspires someone to write a song or a story, and then I see their work based on my work and get inspired and make something based of what they made, so on and so forth.

And this time around I also tried to introduce my dynamic for Dale and David very differently than the times before. I approached the fanbase with a slow burn idea and a comic to make it interesting. And people were surprisingly open to the idea of them, not necessarily as a ship, but just that they deserve to meet again and make amends.

Jackalope is a small ship, but it's a ship that inspired a lot of amazing things and honestly? Got a lot of people in my community interested in the game.

Hope you enjoy this long text, anon xD and I hope it was as insightful as you hoped

#asks! #fandom: rusty lake #ship: jackalope #personal #thanks for writing!

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The Hunter's Moon | Part Five

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

Summary: The light of the Hunter’s Moon reveals many truths to you and Austin, and your relationship will never be the same.

Pairing: Werewolf!Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Language, Discussion of Hunting and Trapping, Threats of Gun Violence, Injury, Wounds, Blood, Supernatural Themes, Mature/Explicit Themes [oral – m/f receiving, fingering – m/f receiving, discussion of cum, creative lube, penetration, unprotected sex] - 18 + Only

GIF Credit: @karamelcoveredolicity

Author’s Note: Inspired by the headcannons of @sassy-ahsoka-tano, written with her blessing. Happy Hunter’s moon, werewolf fans! I bumped up the release of this chapter to coincide with the rising of the Hunter’s Moon. I hope you enjoy!

Song suggestion:  Champion NEONI

Word Count: 4075

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Early October - The Hunter’s Moon

You missed him, even though he was only gone seven days, even though you’d only made out for five minutes, even though you’d only known him for a month-and-a-half. He turned out to be a diligent communicator; he had let you know when he got home that night, unscathed by Jonah, and had messaged you at least twice a day since. You were treated to photos of Ohio, poetry quotes from the book he was reading, good morning and good night greetings.

Returning his generosity, you sent him photos of the library, a snippet of an interesting document you found in basement archives, and a shot of the first red leaf you found along the lake shore. Somehow, knowing he wasn’t there made you feel more vulnerable. The traumatic replay in your head had lessened. Was mostly relegated to the early morning hours. Falling asleep was no longer a problem. Staying asleep was.

Sunday night, the night of the Hunter’s Moon, you gave up after tossing and turning sleeplessly. You sighed grumpily and made a cup of herbal tea. Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you settled onto the couch in your sunroom. The fresh air helped ease the trapped, restless feeling. The light of the full moon lit your yard and the lake brilliantly as you did your best to focus on the crispness of the air, the soothing flavour of the tea.

So far, no howls. So far, a normal full moon night. Until you heard a tremendous yelp from the woods separating your property from Jonah’s.

“God dammit Jonah Lannet.” You snarled and lurched to your feet. It was not the first time that crooked old ghoul had set traps. Nor was it the first time you had taken it upon yourself to let the poor creatures free before he could end their lives. The disgust you felt for that man and his disdain for nature burned away your fear.

You clutched the blanket around your shoulders, grabbing the leather work gloves you left on the ledge beside the door, and shoved your feet into a pair of old boots you reserved for outdoor chores.

You tramped through the woods, the moon providing more than enough light for you to see. To scan the undergrowth for the target of your rescue mission. You sidled through a set of bushes and stumbled to a stop as it was not a fox with its foot clamped in the trap, struggling to free itself. It was a wolf. More specifically, it was the sandy blond wolf who had defended you the night of the last full moon.

It froze as soon as it heard you, brilliant blue eyes glowing with the reflected light of the moon, eyeing you intensely.

“Ok…” you said soothingly, and it responded with a snarl, trying to position its body between you and its leg in the jaws of a particularly gruesome steel trap. The rusty metal was biting into the flesh of its paw. “I’m here to help.” You continued softly, soothingly, carefully pulling the blanket off your shoulders.

The blanket was to cover its eyes, to lessen its fear and protect you from its mouth. You were unable to deny that the size of the animal needing rescue gave you pause, seriously making you reconsider your plan. The snap of a twig from further into the trees sent your head whipping towards the sound. Your mouth went dry at the sight of Jonah Lannet, rifle leveled directly at the wolf, creeping into the clearing.

“Step away from that beast you dumb child, you have no idea what a monster he really is.” He growled threateningly.

All he did was strengthen your resolve. Stepping carefully, you smoothly inserted yourself between Jonah and the wolf, clenching your fists. You drew on some deep indignation, some ancient authority that must have been imbued in you when you accepted your Master’s of Library Science diploma, and stared at him imperiously. Your voice was as sharp and cold as honed steel as you spoke.

“You will lower your rifle when you speak to me Jonah Lannet. And if you ever set a trap on my property again, I will have the sheriff attend your house immediately. Who knows what poison and other torture devices they might find there.” Your insides were trembling like jelly, the word ‘monster’ rebounding around your brain, but you grit your teeth and stomped it down. Poured all your disdain for the old man into your unwavering glare.

His eyes locked on yours, trying to challenge your resolve, to cow you into breaking the eye contact. Time became irrelevant, you did not care how long it would take, you would not budge. Eventually he spit a disgustingly generous gob of chewing tobacco at your feet before turning, muttering to himself bitterly as he ambled off towards his home.

Once you could no longer hear his footsteps you let out a slow exhale before turning back to the trapped animal. Its expressive eyes had never left you, and you could have sworn they held shock as you slowly crouched, pulling on the gloves, as you continued to speak in a low, gentle tone.

“I am going to cover your face now, just take it nice and easy, I’m here to help you.”

You knew there was no way the wolf could understand you…. right? But the tone had worked with the previous animals you had rescued from Jonah.

‘Monster.’ Jonah’s voice echoed in your mind, and you swallowed tightly, covering its head…his head?...with a careful toss of the blanket. Pushing down on the springs of the trap with all your strength, it eventually creaked open, and the wolf pulled its foot free with a heart-rending vocalization of pain.

It thrashed away, tossing the blanket from its head as you pulled back, letting the trap snap shut so it could not injure anything else. You pulled off the gloves, standing to your full height. You were startled to see the wolf had not immediately bolted; that it was walking toward you. You were once again drawn to those eyes…a flash of Austin’s face, that first day you’d met him on the flat of your back, raced through your mind. Your eyes widened as you were finally able to place them.

Standing stalk still, you swallowed roughly as the cool wetness of the wolf’s nose pressed into your palm, the remarkably soft fur of its muzzle sliding along your skin. Taking a shaky breath, you ever so slowly lifted your trembling hand to softly lay your palm on the luxurious fur of its head. You bit your lip as it stretched its neck to press up into your touch, body leaning against your leg affectionately.

Cautiously, you lightly stroked your hand along its fur, overs its ears, smiling faintly at the contented sigh. After a minute or so, it stood fully, turning to head off into the trees. Putting pressure on its back leg, it stumbled with a whine, and you winced in sympathy.

“Let me help you…” You swallowed back your shock as it turned back to look at you. “Let me clean and bandage it, god knows how old and filthy that trap is…”

The wolf eyed you thoughtfully licking its lips nervously. You took a deep breath.

“Austin…please…” You held your breath, feeling more than a little insane, but the way his head snapped up sharply was all the confirmation you needed. Holy shit. You stepped forward, leaning down to grab the blanket before moving towards your house, looking back to see him limping along behind you.

You slowed your pace, holding brush out of the way to ease his path. There was no way you could have carried him, so you settled for walking with him encouragingly. The sound of a distant howl, echoing across the lake, and the answering cry of two other wolves nearby, sent chills down your spine. Austin would not stand a chance if the pack found him right now.

Austin seized the hem of your sleep shirt in his teeth and tucked up his injured leg, loping on his three good legs to hurry you toward your house. You scrambled alongside him, stumbling a little as he shoved you up the stairs with his muzzle against your butt, through your back door. You closed the door behind him, ensuring it was locked securely, before you turned to look at the massive wolf so out of place in your kitchen.

“I’ll get the first aid kit, just wait here.” You dropped the blanket and gloves by the door, getting towels and your first aid kit from the bathroom. He laid down on the rug in front of your sink, the injured paw outstretched to avoid putting any unnecessary pressure on it. You knelt beside it carefully and looked to him. “I’m going to start by rinsing it with saline…do you want me to cover your face again?”

He shook his head from side-to-side and you found yourself staring. It really was true…he shifted his leg a little, whining again, drawing your attention back to the injured paw in front of you. You grabbed the cannister of sprayable saline, gingerly lifting his paw to set it on a towel before spraying saline into each of the puncture wounds to flush them out. He whined and you apologized profusely, talking him through each step as you then bandaged and wrapped his paw.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything for the pain…” You murmured, moving to sit on the ground next to his head. He shifted up onto his front paws to press his muzzle into your cheek affectionately, licking a long stripe up your jaw with his warm tongue, before shuffling along the floor to lay his head on your lap. His brow was furrowed in pain, and you gently laid one hand on his flank, stroking along his head and ears soothingly with the other.

His eyes drifted shut, a deep, contented sigh shuddering out of him. You continued to smooth his fur as his breath evened out, as his head grew heavier in your lap, as he fell asleep under your ministrations. You smiled sleepily, your own eyelids growing heavier by the moment. Feeling remarkably calm, and relieved to be not quite so insane, you fell asleep there on the floor, back resting against your lower cabinets.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, the weak light of dawn was filtering through the windows. You were cold, in only your sleep wear, and stiff from sleeping in a sitting position on the floor. You winced at the grey brightness, snapping your eyes shut immediately after opening them. The warmth under your palms, in your lap, reminded you of the events of the night before and you slowly re-opened your eyes. Laying there, head still in your lap, was a very naked Austin. At some point, he had shifted back to a human. His arms were wrapped around your back and in front of your crossed legs, holding you tightly.

You quickly averted your gaze and tried to cover him with a towel to protect his modesty. Not that he had anything to be ashamed of.

Despite your efforts to avoid disturbing him, his breathing changed, a sigh escaping his lips before his long eyelashes swept up to reveal those eyes. They were truly so striking; you felt foolish for not making the connection sooner. They looked at up you filled with awe then. Carefully disentangling himself from your lap, he rose to sit beside you, cupping your face with his warm palms. It made you shiver as his slender fingers stretched all the way the sensitive flesh of your ears.

“You’re still here…” He breathed; voice gravelly as he spoke for the first time that day.

Your eyebrows pulled up in surprise, somehow finding the statement unexpected.

“What do you mean? You’re hurt…I couldn’t just leave…” Your words were cut off by the press of his warm lips to yours in a deep and appreciative kiss.

Shifting closer, your arms slid around his waist, making him inhale sharply and pull back from your lips.

“Shit, you’re freezing.” His hands released your face to rub along your arms to try and warm them with friction.

“Sorry…” You murmured, licking your lips, still savouring the taste of his kiss.

He groaned openly as he watched the path of your tongue.

“Truly I have never encountered someone so innately arousing. You have no idea, do you?”

That was the second time he had startled you that morning. Heat flooded your cheeks; travelled down your neck and chest.

“And then you smell so fucking good, I’ve been hard for weeks…” He continued frankly, hands traveling up your arms to grip your back. “Didn’t even know your name…but I knew I would remember your scent for the rest of my life.” He pulled you forward from your seat against the cupboards, turning your body to lay you on the rug that was still warm from his body heat. “And then you protected me…you saw what I really am, and you stayed.” He settled over you, resting on his forearm while his other hand cupped your face again. “You’re stuck with me now…I’ll never be able to let you go.” He spoke the last in a hushed whisper against your lips before subjecting them to a meltingly sensual kiss that ignited a fire deep in your abdomen, the heat of it radiating outwards, warming your chilled extremities.

You had been paralyzed by the emotion behind his words, staring at him wide-eyed, easily manipulated by his strong hands. But as he kissed you, you found the ability to move again, arms snaking around his torso to hold to him, legs parting to accommodate him. He quickly took you up on the invitation, settling between your thighs, pressing tightly against your pelvis. He had not been lying, you could feel his stiff cock pressing against you through the soft, thin fabric of your clothing.

Hearing your hungry moan, he rolled his hips forward, teasingly, pressing against the source of your pleasure. Your lips tore from his as your head fell back, gasping for breath raggedly.

“Feeling warmer now?” He smirked crookedly, watching your face ravenously as his hips continued rocking against you, more moans tumbling from your lips as your fingers dug into the skin of his back. Your inability to answer made him chuckle breathily before his hips stilled. He shifted back, ridding you of your clothing with gentle expediency before laying you back down. You shuddered as you felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent greedily before his tongue mapped the skin of your torso. His mouth was scorching compared to your cool skin, making your back arch needily, whimpering as he sampled the taste of your skin voraciously.

Lower and lower he moved, your legs parting further and further until your hips protested at the stretch, but your hint had not gone unnoticed. He nuzzled his face between your thighs, making you mewl at the subtle scratch of his facial hair against your fragile skin.

“You smell even better here, didn’t think it was possible…but here you go again surprising me.” He spoke huskily, hot breath brushing against you, making your thighs tremble.

His hands settled on your inner thighs, holding them apart before, at last, he caressed your throbbing desire with his lips. Your head snapped to the side with a cry – a combination of relief and pleasure. He hummed against your flesh appreciatively, the vibration traveling up your spine, before devoting his focus entirely to destroying your ability to think, to breathe, with his wickedly talented mouth. Just the right combination of plush lips, hints of sharp teeth, and the slick heat of his tongue. Your fingers anchored themselves in his sandy blonde locks, needing to hold to something to tie you to this plane as he pushed you further and further toward ecstasy.

A whimper of protest fell from your lips as he pulled back, fingers tugging along his pursed lips, wiping them clean as he sat up.

“Now I saw something…ah, there…” His long arm reached up onto the counter, grabbing the jar of coconut oil sitting there, ready to be used for cooking. Such a versatile product.

You raised up on your elbows to watch him curiously, chest rising and falling rapidly thanks to his diligent attentions. Your eyes fell on his erection, standing proud between his legs, head pressing against his stomach, weeping for attention. You licked your lips, but his chuckle drew your attention back to his face.

“Another time maybe, I just really need to be inside you right now.” He chewed his lip savagely as he opened the container, scooping a generous amount with his fingers, manipulating the semi-solid with his hot hands until they shimmered with slick. The kitchen smelled like a tropical vacation.

“Austin!” The feel of his fingers pressing at your entrance made you gasp, made you buck eagerly, made you slide off your elbows onto the flat of your back. Thrusting, stretching, stroking. One finger at first, then two, and ultimately three worked you open, trying to prepare you for his substantial cock.

“Oh fuck, now you smell like dessert.” He growled and used his other hand to spread more coconut oil onto his cock, exhaling thickly, jaw working in restraint. Pulling his fingers from inside you, he stretched over you, eyes seeking yours. “Are you ready?” He asked tenderly, even as his cock strained towards your slick warmth.

You nodded quickly, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down to kiss him wantonly. He groaned softly at your initiative and gripped his length, guiding it inside you, easing deeper and deeper, shuddering as your body took him in eagerly. His head hung over your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open at the feel of your around him. You arched your neck back, overcome by his expression, by the fullness inside you.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, the side of your foot pressing against his ass cheek, spurring him forward until you had taken his entire length.

“Fuck yes…” You exhaled, voice trembling as you clung to the back of his neck.

“Greedy little guardian angel, aren’t you.” He panted against your lips before rocking his hips forward, making you both exclaim in sweet agony.

The pace he set was not too fast, but neither was it too slow. It was a steady, insistent rhythm that reflected your mutual need to find release. Cries and moans sounded around the pair of you, clinging to one another, bodies moving synchronously as though your coupling was not your first, but your thousandth.

“You’re close…” He breathed against your kiss-bruised lips, reading the indications of your body clearly.

“Uh huh!” You agreed, voice tight with impending bliss.

He sped up then, the last of his restraint hanging by a thread, desperate to watch you cum. Desperate to join you. The wail that accompanied your orgasm was echoed with his hoarse cry as your climax caused his to overtake him. The feel of his hot, viscous release inside you prolonged your pleasure, made you shudder one last time.

You watched him collapse, boneless, onto the floor to your side. Breaths came rapidly and hearts raced as the aftereffects still had a hold of the two of you. Rolling to your side, you lay on his chest above his rapidly beating heart, smiling shyly as he lay his hand over yours warmly. You pressed your lips to his shoulder softly before pushing yourself up to try and locate the blanket.

“Where are you going?” He asked, eyes opening just enough to track your movements.

“I am not laying on this floor without a blanket again.” You spotted it near the back door and stood, knees admittedly still unstable, to go fetch it. You squealed a little in surprise as he stood and hauled you up into his arms.

“Bed is better…Where is it?” He grinned against your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist to get a better grip on you.

“Upstairs…” You mumbled and then tensed. “Wait! Your foot!”

“Oh, that’s already healed.” He grinned cockily and carried you up to the upper floor.

It was an open space at the top of the stairs, with some dormer windows, but no walls. You had turned it into your bedroom, with a reading nook and a desk tucked into the spaces beneath the windows. He sat on the edge of your bed, settling you on his lap as he sought the box of tissues on the night table.

“You’re leaking my cum all over.” He said, sounding incredibly pleased with himself, but cleaned you up with gentle tenderness before tucking the two of you under the cozy blankets.

You wanted to spend more time in that moment, soak in the afterglow, but the warmth of the blankets combined with his body heat had you blinking drowsily.

“Sleep” He whispered softly, kissing your temple, guiding your head to rest on his chest. You gave in with a dreamy sigh, tension leaving your body as you sunk into the deepest sleep you’d had in over a month.

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After all he had cursed the universe, he was utterly astonished that it had sent him you. He watched you fall asleep on his chest, drinking in the way your scent mingled with his, the softness of your skin pressed against him, the way your body leeched off his heat. A soft smile settled on his features, and he dozed patiently, frequently opening his eyes to bask in the fact that you were still there.

His biggest fear had failed to materialise. Not only had you figured it out on your own, which impressed him, you had taken care of him. And the way you had stared down that crazed hillbilly…it made his heart tighten fondly at the memory of it. It was edging closer to noon by the time you woke with a languid stretch against him. He swallowed thickly, gritting his teeth against the immediate rush of blood to his groin, and took a slow breath.

“Hey.” You murmured up at him shyly, undoing all his hard work.

“Hey.” He rasped back at you, but much to his delight you crawled up his body and had your way with him.

He cradled you against his chest warmly as you came down from the high, fingertips running up and down your spine soothingly.

“We should get some food…” He finally admitted, reluctant to leave the bed, to let go of you, but he was beyond starved which meant you were probably hungry too.

The two of you combined your efforts, made a very large breakfast, and took it back to bed. Once bellies were full, he swallowed and asked if you had any questions. You had been exceedingly gracious, not mentioning it once, but despite his fears he could see the curiosity in your eyes. Hesitantly, you started to ask questions, polite superficial ones at first. As he started to answer them, started to open up, there was such a relief. A weight lifted from his shoulders; a knot loosened beneath his breastbone. Once he started talking it was hard to stop.

You listened so closely, giving him the right minimal encouragers, the right follow-up questions, which had him spilling his darkest secrets. He hadn’t noticed the tears blurring his vision as he spoke, tugging at his fingers, stroking his neck, pulling at his lips absently. Hadn’t noticed them until you reached out to gently wipe them from his cheeks. He felt your touch, not just on the surface, but in that dark place deep inside him where he had thrown all the anguish in hopes of it being forgotten.

It all came spilling out of him and you pulled him close, guiding his head to lay on your shoulder. He was completely weakened by your patience and support. Eventually he had nothing to hide. He was emotionally stripped and laid bare before you, and still you held him, stroking his hair, murmuring words of comfort.

He truly would never be able to let you go.

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[angelic-guest]

:) it’s still a S name day so it’s still Suck Titty Saturday

But imagine lovin up on Eric’s chest [wink wonk] while he shivers and whimpers, holding your head there, maybe in the camp meeting room after a meeting, maybe he came to your cabin to ask a question, all you both know is he has to stay quiet. . . Don’t want people finding out the arts and crafts councilor is a whore for you 😇

Art - Eric Derekson x GN!Reader

It is not suck titty saturday and sunday but I hope this suffices <3 It’s been a long time since I’ve full on wrote smut, so I’m a little rusty. I got very carried away. Anyways art counselor Eric for the win.

NSFW

Word Count: 2800+

CWs: negative self talk from Eric, use of good boy, use of darling, lots of praise, nipple play, handjob, soft aftercare (can i get a projection whoop?)

Eric hadn’t been there for much. Really, he just wanted to ask a couple of questions about the meeting that you arranged. Google was insistent about someone holding regular weekly meetings to discuss plans for the upcoming activities at the camp. He had come in late and missed the first section dedicated to the water activities regarding the lake and pool. This was important due to the amount of children of various ages staying here. As such everyone needed to be up to date, including him the art counselor. 

He felt ashamed as everyone, or was it only a few, turned their eyes to look at the creaking. Eric excused himself before putting himself at the nearest chair. Somehow getting next to Wilford in all his pink glory and Dark in all his unamused seriousness. He could tell it had been a long day for all of them. Everyone in their sweaty nonsense from the heatwave. It was unbearably hot. Yet, their composure was focused on you and he had to pull himself together. Pay attention.

You certainly weren’t as you watched took his seat. Poor thing no more than shaken leaf from the few eyes that turned. Barely lifting his head to look at you as you opened your mouth again. It all kept getting stuck. A fumble in your own words staring directly at him. 

“Looks like this weather isn’t the only thing about to get hot and heavy!” Wilford quipped and nudged Eric. Being rattled from his thoughts into the situation that made his skin crawl. 

It didn’t help that you were staring, losing words as they approached and floating back down when some snickering ensued. Eric wanted to sink into the ground and be consuming by the on masses of dirt. They’re laughing at him. His appearance disheveled, even some of his top buttons undone from said heatwave. He looked so unprofessional compared to everyone else.  

“Laugh it up. Haha, okay, as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted—” you muttered off, continuing the presentation from before, acting like nothing had happened.

That’s when Eric came to your cabin after the meeting was dismissed. Spending majority of his time outside where the fireflies started to come out, his gut twisting itself up. Ticking down where he would have to knock. He needed to fix this. Say something for the way he acted. 

It wasn’t as simple as just knocking on the door. No, no, he needed to be ready for anything. What if you had decided that you didn’t want to talk to him anymore? He didn’t know if he could take you not coming to see him in art house anymore. He enjoyed the company especially when the children had made a mess. He hated to tell them no when their faces lit up as colors bled on the paper. 

It wasn’t totally irrational, right?

Eric paced in front of the door, taking into consideration what he will say. Setting up a script that should be simple enough to follow. He could do this. He was going to knock on that door and save what must be the end of the friendship.

“Eric? You okay?”

Okay, change of plans. Eric meekly turned to face you and all the thoughts in his head.

“H-Hey, um, how are you do-doing right now?” He reached for his handkerchief as support.

“I’m okay, do you need something Eric? You’ve been out here quite awhile.” You leaned against the door frame.

Eric wanted to turn around, run away, and never show that face of his again. However, he persisted, “Yes, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”

You smiled and gestured your arms in a wide swing. Playfully purring, “Be my guest.”

That is how he ended up in the middle of the cabin with his hands wrapped taut against the handkerchief. His prosthetics loomed with each step further in. Dragging. Waiting. Simple words. All he needed was simple words. He could do that. Couldn’t he?

“I see you, um, decorated the place since I had been here last.”

“Thanks, I took your advice on the colors. Since I know you are so good with those.” A small jest on your end as you place the shoes near the door. Couldn’t have a repeat of a cleaning day for yourself. That was a nightmare.

Eric forced a chuckle, hoping for it come out more believable than his brain was telling, “Really? W- Well I’m glad you came in for that lesson then.”

“Yep, you really know your stuff there,” Facing Eric provides his hunched posture, clenching the handkerchief close to his heart.

One must be careful when approaching the frightened thing, careful about where you landed in his sights. All the same, he jumps as your hand rests on shoulder and when his apprehensive gaze lands, you smile. 

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for them to laugh at you,” He hides his face with his hands, mumbling, “I didn’t mean to be late.”

“Eric, I don’t care that you were late.”

“You don’t?” 

“No, of course not. You’re usually there early.”

“T-Then why were you staring at me?” Eric pondered this. You weren’t upset.

A question for the century. You bit your lip, mirroring Eric’s tight hands near his upper chest. Oh that beautiful chest of his. The way his collarbones highlight how they flexed in the light. Often, he wore patterned button-ups that covered up what his pecs were hiding. Getting a glimpse when the heat was getting to him made your eyes wander. They wanted to know more.

“You really want to know?” Huffing, you run a hand through your head. 

Eric didn’t have time to answer that question before he was hitting against the wall. The force applied taken him by surprise. Unintentional squeak as your hand stood firmly where his hip bone jutted out and one gripping his shoulder. A sharp inhale at that hungry look written all over your face.

Your lips lick over your next words, “You are so distracting. You are so damn cute and I just want to eat you up.”

Eric blinked and breathing hitched at the confession. His eyes briefly flickered to your lip and back to your eyes. Staring intensely into his. Like receiving something you had wanted for a long time. 

“Tell me what you want,” The tone you taken pleading him to answer. You needed to hear him say it. “Tell me so I can stop staring at you.”

Eric’s mouth went dry, your breathing heavy on his mind. The way you are looking at him. It was clear the desire from how hot you had become but the restrain reserved for him. All this for him. For him.

“I want....I want you.” Eric looked at you, heartbeat loud in his ears, “I-If you’ll have me.”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Your hands move from their resting state to undo the rest of his buttons. Pesky things that will only get in the way. Admiration was not only for the eyes but the body to know. That you were going to prove to him.

You kissed his jaw, listening his breathing get all messy. His heart under your touch pushing aside the undone shirt. His bare chest all for you to adore. You hummed, pleased at it.

Eric shivered at the your fingers took their time pressing into his pecs down to his stomach. Tracing all the dips and tiny scars present. They aren’t that present to the human eye but to the hand learning his skin, it was all so fascinating.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

Wasting no more time, you set your mouth to work. Kissing from his neck towards his nipple. Nipping at places experimentally. Eric keened at all those sensitive places that are being committed to memory. No, there is no way you would forgetting this anytime soon. Your mouth biting and sucking near his areolas. 

“I’m surprised you’re not familiar with red by now, Eric.” He whined up against the wall and looking at how his chest was now a scatter of color. Hues of red and purple being provided by your warm mouth. A touch down his sides, dragging the nails ever so slightly.

“You should be careful how loud you’re being, I wouldn’t want the other counselors to see what’s mine.”

He found himself looking as you mark him up. Taking time to appreciate what was on display in that meeting. A shy blank canvas. So inviting, just waiting for you to color the supple skin.

“P-Please….” Eric’s head tilts back as you go back to sucking gently around his nipple. Your fingers pinching the other nipple making sure they get equal amount of affection. He squirms under all this attention to his nipples and letting out those little mewls. 

“What a good boy. You’re doing so well for me.” The praise washes over him and it only makes him more flushed. The strain of his cock against his pants becoming unbearably tight. Those words…

A good boy. Your good boy.

He whines, he wanted to be your good boy. Show you what a good boy he is.

Tell him more what a good boy he is.

You pop off and lean back to examine what you’ve been painting across his chest, “You’re such a work of art. Don’t you know that?” You trail your hands down towards his waist, feeling the skin quiver under your unrelenting touch.

“Please, please t-touch me.” Eric begged. He couldn’t look you in the eye, not when you scanned his body. Memorizing how he reacted when you continue to tease his skin. The feeling of goosebumps raising every time your hands decide to linger just a little bit longer. Nails following your every move.

Oh, you couldn’t have that. You tilt his chin to face you, a little too smug look that he whimpered at, “Since you asked so nicely. How could I refuse my good boy?”

Eric shuddered, holding his breath when your fingers dipped down beneath his waistband. His eyes trying to focus but between your mouth back on his nipple and your fingers grazing over his cock, he couldn’t help but moan.

“Such pretty noises you make for me,” your own voice faltering, processing the whimpers while your thumb spreads out his precum, “My sweet boy.”

Eric bucked into your hands and covered his mouth. Grinding against your strokes, trying so hard to stay quiet. You only glide your tongue to his other nipple as a response to his cute attempts at holding back.

Biting down earns a muffled moan and a hand tugging at your hair. The encouragement goes far when you speed up your hands, savoring the way he twitches under it. Eric bites his hand, groaning at the building pleasure inside.

“I-I, f-fuck—” Eric grunts from a particular flick of your wrist, “please, please, don’t stop.”

All his pleading has made your movements more erratic, your own heat catching all the noises that spill from his mouth. How could you deny him what he so clearly wanted? Not when he was being so obedient.

“So good. Keep telling me what you want, baby.” Breathlessly lingering over his shoulder, whispering into his ear as your mouth finds its next victim on his neck. Eric tilts his neck for easy access and to focus on not falling when his knees buckle. 

He felt like putty in your hands. Something for you to shape and form. Watching you through half lidded eyes while you made him feel so good. Your fingers being sure to not fall behind only coaxing out those higher pitched moans that delighted your being. He never sounded so sweet than the mess you were making him.

Eric buried his head into your neck. A ball of fire as he rocked his hips into your quickening strokes. His haze a panting and gasping that is all on display. You could hardly contain the throbbing coming from your own arousal. But focusing all that aching desire on Eric was the goal. It was about him. How he fueled that passion when you watched him work each and every day. The way his hands paint and chip across various forms of wood. The way the sweat would trickle down his face, unbuttoning his shirt to let the wind cool down his skin. 

You wanted to make him your magnum opus. Just as he done those late nights when you watched him clean those familiar art supplies.

Eric whining of your name brings you out of your own breathlessness with his breath fanning over your neck. Placing a few kisses in between his sinful noises. Fuck, he’s so cute. 

“What was that? You have to speak up, darling.”

“’M not gonna last,” He writhed against you, grinding his cock for a little more friction, “Please make me cum.”

Groaning as your hands went to work on him, you pulled from his neck to look into his eyes. They were melting in your presence, his skin flushed and breath uneven.

You leaned in, closing the gap as he moaned in your mouth. Capturing his bottom lip in between your teeth and pulling back. Peering at how he was losing his mind. He stuttered out incomprehensible words as you kiss from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks, letting him chase that high. His hips rutting, your own hand slick with all of him.

Eric cries of pleasure mixing into one another as he continued to babble about how good you make him feel. He can’t even see straight as it all starts to crash his vision doing what makes him feel the best. He’s so close. He can almost taste it. The fervent way his cock responds to each thrust and you stroking back down his shaft. A little more. Just a little more— then you murmur in his ear.

“That’s it. Be a good boy and cum for me.” 

Oh.

Pushed by your words, Eric goes still with a final wail as he came into your hand. His oversensitivity peaking as the final few flicks from your wrist. Leaning forward to rest his heaving heart as it pounds against his ribs. An anchor in an otherwise wobbly feeling. He lifts to look at you as you shift about.

Retrieving your hand, you examine before licking it off. Making sure to capture the pretty boy’s attention as you stare into those gooey eyes. Eric squirms at the sight of your tongue taking in your fingers. A flicker back in his abdomen to let him know exactly what you were tantalizing. 

A change in gravity as Eric slumps forward. His knees not quite recovering from standing and weight pushed on his prosthetics. Of course, you are right there to support him. Guiding him towards the couch and gently placing him down. Already planning to get a water that awaits in the fridge. However, when you return, you no more sit down than Eric is pulling you into a hug.

“Woah! Hey there, you okay?”

Eric nods nuzzling into your chest, “I’m okay. Just a little shaky. I-It’s, uh, been a little while.”

You accept the affection by placing a tiny kiss ontop of his head. Gently caressing his back, noting how loosened up it is from it’s former rigid state. Eric sighs in content. 

He liked this.

Liked the feeling of being cared for so tenderly. The way your fingers worked on just below his shoulder blade. When a steady rhythm is set, retreating to his scalp and working over it. Eric hums a bit. But...isn’t he supposed to do that for you? Did he deserve to sit here all tuckered out when you did most of the work?

He props himself on his elbows to approach in a small tone, “Y-You’re not mad, are you?”

“Of course not baby. Why would I be mad?” You brush a bit of hair out of his face to examine the now worried boy in your arms.

“I didn’t do anything for you. A-And you did so much for me.”

“Shhhhh, it’s okay.” You cup his cheeks and hold his downtrodden gaze, “I don’t want anything. This is about you, hm?”

“M-Me? But I didn’t do anything to deserve it!”

Pressing your foreheads together, affirming that, “Of course you did. You were my good boy. My good boy that let me make my art.”

Eric paused, “I...did?”

A chuckle humors itself as boop his nose with your own, “Yep, you sure did. I am so proud of you.”

Eric stammered out words but nothing compared to the way he clung onto you. Hiding the embarrassing squeaks in the fabric of your shirt, trying to come up with anything. Proud. You are proud. All words went out of his head and into his heart. A swelling up inside. Oh, you were so proud of him.

Eric could barely contain his tears spilling out, “Thank you.”

Being good to him was easy, after all...

“Anything for my masterpiece.”

#nsft #112 #angel council #angel inquiries #eric derekson x reader #eric derekson #x reader #angel writes #camp counselor au #don't let this flop i antagonized myself for days #curse my try hard behavior #anyways eric the beloved <3 #i am so tired if you can't tell

[romancesources]

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS SERIES, ARCADE GANNON EDITION. (some of these are edited for general use, while some keep their context for the overarching fallout universe. feel free to change them around to suit your needs.)

what? did you expect me to applaud your efforts to support a deranged warlord?

you are bad for helping them. please stop.

if you can find a way to push them out of the picture as well, i think everyone will be better off.

the only way to ensure relative safety and independence for the people here is to prevent others from taking control of the region.

i'll be here. just don't expect me to fend off a gang of super mutants while you're gone.

just as a warning, my covert bandaging skills are a little rusty.

i'm not standing here because i'm overburdened with emotion. take some of this stuff off of me so i can move a little more easily.

hmmm. might need some antidote here.

yep. that's poison.

will the medical wonders of the post-apocalyptic world never cease?

if you could spare any ammunition, that would be really terrific.

it is my medical opinion that that could have gone better.

i could use a syringe of med-x or two... or eight.

back to the tomb, i suppose. If you need me, et cetera.

i'm hardly a whirlwind of death when left to my own devices, but all right.

we are coming for you. run, and we will catch you. hide, and we will find you. no matter what you do, you are all going to die.

fighting's not my strong suit, but i'll see what i can do.

if there's one thing there's no shortage of in the mojave, it's violence.

it would be nice if things could stop tearing each other apart around here.

did someone slip psycho into your water or are you just naturally berserk?

we have enough problems around here!

i thought my charm could win you over, but i guess it wasn't meant to be. are you sure you want me to go?

you have quite the menagerie at your disposal.

i'm just saying that if it were to fall into a lake and be irreparably damaged... and if you threw an emp grenade in after it...

well, there are worse things happening in the world, right?

thanks for asking. i appreciate it, i do.

back in your good graces again? i knew you'd see the light.

i'm really very boring. you'd get better stories out of a junkie.

i don't want to be... alarmist or anything, but maybe you should ditch that thing.

okay. don't have to make a decision now. just... sleep on it or something.

i guess they don't make 'em like they used to.

physician, heal thyself... guess it's a good thing they invented stims.

i don't think you need to worry about the specifics. basically, expect a lot of firepower and dead bodies.

let's just say it's truly a sight to behold.

it's the least i could do. all i ask is that you put it to good use.

i may not be the one to help stop him here, but you are.

fortis fortuna adiuvat. good luck, and good bye.

i'd rather they have it than allow all that knowledge to disappear.

i'd just prefer that it goes to an organization who are less likely to use it for... violent purposes.

that's a grim deal to make.

not all sacrifices are made by the willing.

but where is the lamb for this burnt offering?

that was their decision to make, not yours.

there are other ways to punish people, other ways to condemn their actions.

what we always do. whatever we can.

i was an only child and spent most of my time with my mother.

my father died when i was young and i never got over it.

oh... and i like medicine and reading books about failed socioeconomic policies.

right now, i'm sure you're asking yourself, 'why hasn't some lucky man scooped this bachelor off his feet?' like i said, i'm very boring.

some people do. i just... don't.

look, i appreciate that you're trying to be friendly, but i'd just rather not discuss it.

why do they need more power?

hmm. that's a valid point.

i'm not really behind them in all of this, but the last thing i want is panic in the streets.

i'm thinking that i'm leaving because you are a sociopath. good riddance.

what's changed since then?

there's something i need to go do, but i'll catch up with you later. thanks again for your help with the others. it means a lot to me.

you can't hold onto a past you've never had.

what's the point of surviving the war?

no way are they getting away with this. i'm not letting it happen. you're not letting it happen.

they abdicate responsibility to a myth of historical inevitability.

i suppose you're right. when you're part of something for that long, maybe it's impossible to let go without losing part of yourself.

i'll always feel like something is missing from my life.

not everyone dreams of being a revolutionary, i suppose. maybe we can't all change the world.

maybe it's enough just to do good for the short time that we're here.

it seems presumptuous of me to think that i could join the fight, even if this is a cause worth fighting for.

if you lose your humanity, then i suppose that is all that's left.

victrix causa deis placuit sed victa catoni.

in the words of socrates, 'go fornicate yourself.'

okay. i just wanted you to confirm that i'm traveling in the company of an insane fascist. thanks.

the people who live here don't deserve to be victims of your misguided attempts at political engineering. or are they just collateral damage?

great! you're either unimaginably cruel or profoundly insane!

i hope you get everything that's coming to you.

all i know is that you are a bad person and i don't want to be around you anymore.

because everyone would be conscripted or enslaved. and the people who are unfit for military service or slavery would be put down.

overt flirtation will get you everywhere, you know.

caveat samaritanus.

oh, you know. finding alternative treatments for common illnesses and injuries.

there are worse things one can be, though i do admit, it is a bit boring.

don't mind me. i'm just voicing my thoughts so they don't burrow out of my skull in a fit of abject despondency.

i'm enthusiastic about helping people, but nihil novi sub sole.

but the side effect of medical success is that more people live longer. funny how that works.

cuts, lacerations, broken bones. infections resulting from all of the above. common cold, influenza. take your pick.

there are plenty of ways to die out here, and most of them, surprisingly, don't have anything to do with war. just common human fragility.

no offense intended, but why should i go anywhere with you?

short of canceling our imminent travel plans, that's the best thing you could have said.

no disrespect intended, but you aren't the first person to dream up the idea.

i can't say i understand your obsession, but for that i suppose i'd have to spend a night in your grave.

i'm here because of you, so i figure you're the one most deserving of it.

why don't you make like odysseus and get lost?

for as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so will this place, without your presence, bring delight.

interesting way of handling things. very sub rosa.

it's hard to find justice in all of this, but i suppose this is as close as it gets.

i'd like to assume that we're tiptoeing into the mouth of hell out of academic curiosity, but i'm not so open-minded that i've lost my brains.

i'm no botanist, but i think this may not be entirely natural.

it's a shame what happened up here. i understand arguments about the 'fog of war,' but that can't be much consolation to the survivors.

i'm not exactly a mercenary, but taking out scumbags of this magnitude wouldn't cause me to lose any sleep.

what a load of brahmin shit! can you believe that guy?

#rp meme #ask meme #fallout rp meme #sentence meme #mine. #s: fnv.

[lekha-pora-kore-je]

Day 3/21

4 Oct 2023 W

So CA3 is over. It went in a haze. Had a pretty nice time sitting in library and having discussions about art. Right. Before. The. Exam. Lol. Spent the rest of the day in a sort of resting phase. Cooked some cheese maggi with podi powder. Played Rusty Lake. Gotta start with serious work and work out tomorrow. And maybe start a 15 days workout thing to help me regularise it.

#21 days productivity #studyblr #study aesthetic #food aesthetic #food tw #engineering #rusty lake

[psychopacifist-rm]

Was Albert a bad father?

(Hc)

Definitely not. A bad man - not exactly, but certainly not a bad father to both Rose and Leonard.

Being an unloved child in the family, he tried to raise Leonard as a helper, giving him all the material necessities, but not understanding psychological details. He may have had episodes of nervous breakdowns and yelled at Leonard, but more often he just stayed cold. Sometimes, on the contrary, he saw Ida in him and became warmer for a while. But Albert was always teaching Leonard about self-reliance and saying to him: "Now your parents are gone, and we have to be equally adults, boy."

And yes, Albert feels deep guilt about Ida, so his fear was the fact her son can get attached to him.

Rosa is a completely different case. She is daddy’s daughter, and he did not hesitate to spoil and delight her in every way, especially when she showed her ability to science. It is clear from the canon that she has grown up to be intelligent and compassionate, which means who better to raise her than her father. Despite her limited range of emotions, Rosa is also deeply attached to Albert, although she can sometimes argue with him for interests.

#rusty lake #albert vanderboom #rusty lake discussion #discussion #rusty lake shitpost #rusty lake albert #leonard vanderboom #rose vanderboom #rusty lake roots #rusty lake rose #headcanon

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

alright now here's an odd hypokit ask for you... firestar x blackstar x mistystar x onestar hypokits :o yes all four of them together... i like the idea of them all being parallels to each other and am toying with an au where they're all the same age and protags/POVs in TPB... so I was just curious to see what you'd come up with LMAOOOOO :p

Warriors Ship Hypokits: FireBlackMistyOne Edition

This is incredibly interesting. Hopefully I can do this idea some justice.The AU part of this post is gonna be LONG because of all the plot changes this causes lol

In this AU, when Rusty joins the Clans he meets and befriends a couple of cats from other Clans as well as Graypaw and Ravenpaw: Mistypaw and Stonepaw of RiverClan, who feel strangely out of place in their Clan, and Blackpaw of ShadowClan, who is doubting his mentor Brokenstar's rightful place as ShadowClan Leader and suspects him of killing his nephew Badgerkit (Fernshade is his older sister here). They all go on adventures together and help overthrow Brokenstar with Blackpaw's help, while helping solve Redtail's death in ThunderClan and trying to find out who Mistypaw and Stonepaw's unknown parent is. They all earn their warrior names around the same time. Onewhisker of WindClan is also added to the friend group when Fireheart, Graystripe, Blackfoot, Stonefur, and Mistycloud are sent to bring WindClan home. When Graystripe moves to RiverClan after Silverstream's death delivering his kits, Graypool pulls Mistycloud and Stonecfur aside and reveals the true identity of their mother: Bluestar of ThunderClan. This news causes Mistycloud and Stonefur to approach Bluestar at a Gathering to discuss things, however it doesn't go well because of Bluestar's worsening mental state and she attacks them. They do reconcile by the time of her death by dog still. While all this drama happens, they all become Leaders of their respective Clans (minus Onewhisker- Tallstar's still kickin', and Stonefur of course) (when Tigerclaw shows up and tries to take over ShadowClan, Blackstar straight up kills him). As time goes by, Onestar becomes Leader of WindClan and they all realize that they've fallen in love. Panic really sets in as Mistystar realizes that she's pregnant and expecting kits, with them being the fathers. While all of them want to keep the kits (and become mates with each other) they agree to give them up and let them be raised as kittypets far away from the Clans in the Clans’ and kits’ best interests. Although they all often wish that they had kept the kits and become mates...

Their four kits are:

Darktail- muscular dark bluish-gray and white tom with amber eyes and a long tail. Cis tom, bisexual. You know who this guy is. He was named Darby by his housefolk. However, they were abusive to him so he left and became a rogue. While he was originally ignorant of his true parentage, once it was revealed to him he was outraged. He could have grown up happy with a family, but his parents chose to separate him and his siblings and give him to abusive humans! He vowed to destroy his parents and the precious clans they held so dear, no matter the cost... He was eventually killed in battle by his one surviving parent, his father Onestar. If he had been raised with his parents, he would have chosen WindClan, still have gotten the name Darktail, and been a Tactician. 

Anastasia- large beautiful chubby black molly with blue eyes. Cis molly, straight. Anastasia is a vain, aloof cat who wouldn't be caught dead outside or ever do something to get her paws dirty. Her housefolk are very rich and spoil her rotten, and she loves them dearly. She never finds out about her siblings or true parents and spends her entire life as a kittypet. She eventually died of old age. If she had been raised with her parents, she would have chosen RiverClan, been named Brightscale and been a Lake-Watcher. 

Maplestar- dilute calico molly with yellow-green eyes. Cis molly, queer polyamorous. This universe's version of Leafstar. She was named Maple by her housefolk and became close with Billy and Echo once her humans moved by the gorge. She began having unusual dreams along with Echo and the two joined the newly-formed SkyClan along with Billy when Firestar and his friend Sandstorm came to set it up in the gorge. Firestar knew with just one look that this was one of Mistystar’s kits and eventually told her everything before he left. She thought well of her father and thought of him and the other three that she’d never met often. Like in canon, she becomes SkyClan’s Leader. Her warrior name before she became Leader was Mapleleaf. She dies peacefully in her sleep. If she had been raised with her parents, she would have chosen ThunderClan, been named Leafheart, and been a Hunter and eventually Leader.

Blister- scarred dark ginger molly with one missing eye and blue-green eyes. She was named Betty by her housefolk, but left at a young age in search of adventure. She found the excitement she was looking for in joining BloodClan. She took on the name of Blister and became one of the best fighters around. She was ambitious but peace-minded, wanting to become Leader to change BloodClan and make it more stable and a place of safety. She eventually becomes the Leader of BloodClan and slowly changes it to be a more peaceful group. Like Anastasia, she never finds out about her true parentage. She dies after passing the torch to a new Leader, happy with her life. If she had been raised with her parents, she would have chosen ShadowClan, been named Flameclaw, and been a Warden and eventually Leader.

#warrior cats #not rewrite related #hypokits #firestar x blackstar x onestar x mistystar #darktail is still biologically onestar's #anastasia is biologically blackstar's #and maplestar and blister are biologically firestar's #blister would 100% have her own book- all of firestar's kits are protags no matter theuniverse

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⚠️THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN WEIGHT GAIN AND FEEDISM KINK/FETISH CONTENT. IF THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. UNFOLLOW. If you see your content reblogged here and want it removed, I will remove it⚠️

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Sprinkled in will also be plenty of Peaky Blinders, Watership Down, and other things that bring me immense joy.

25 || He/Him || gay || trans || ace || Taken by the very handsome and amazing piggy @girthleng

My name is Xander, you can use it, my username, or Xan to refer to me. I am autistic and have other disabilities as well that I prefer not to disclose. This as well as my transness are NOT to be sexualized or fetishized please.

FAVORITE

• Shows: Peaky Blinders, Bob's Burgers, Money Heist, Stranger Things, Queens Gambit, Vikings, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Watership down.

• Movies: Watership down, anything Ghibli (fav is Nausicaa)

• Music: variety of stuff but right now IDLES, The White Stripes, Grandson, Black Pistol Fire. Big fan of Corpse Husband, Doja Cat, and Eminem. Also been listening to a lot of Billie Holiday and Peggy Lee.

• Books: Watership Down (if you have not caught on Watership Down is my biggest autistic special interest)

• Videogames: Divinity: Original Sin 2, Red Dead Redemption 2, Stardew Valley, Hollow Knight, Slime Rancher, Rusty Lake/Cube Escape Games, Final Fantasy XIII, and Animal Crossing: New Horizons.

• Food: Sushi/Sashimi, especially if it is Salmon/Ikura/hotatekai, most seafood, Udon, Miso, Brussels sprouts, and anything involving fish paste. Ice cream is great, and so are vegan mini marshmallows (im not vegan, but I am allergic to gelatin)

• Animals: Otters, Rabbits, Frogs, Capybaras, Horses, Seahorses, and Poodles.

IF YOU ARE UNDER 20 I WILL NOT SPEAK TO YOU

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- I am currently taken and not interested in teasing/talking to people about kink anymore UNLESS it is in the form of interacting with my art/writing. I will gladly talk to you about my characters. I am still interested in friends that may want to talk about kink in general (i.e. hear me gush about how cute it is that a certain guy stuffed himself silly at the buffet but then wanted ice cream himself after when I went through McDonald's to get an ice cream for the dog as a treat) but I will not be teasing/encouraging anyone but my very VERY amazing boyfriend

- I am autistic and often abrasive because of it. I require boundaries to be placed by both parties and to be respected. Communication should be clear and intentional. If it seems like something is flying over my head, it is. Be direct, please, because I will do the same.

- Not into being a feedee/gaining/mutual gaining. This is final. No joking about it, no negotiations. I love contrast. Let's keep it that way. If you disrespect this boundary, you will be blocked.

- I have a BS in animal science and wanted to be a farmer before my physical health declined. This being said, I have two decades of farm experience and love to bring that into kink talk. Let's just say I'm great at helping you grow.

- I want to get to know the people I talk to about kink. I'm not gonna just jump right into it. That doesn't appeal to me. I'm looking for friends and that is it. It won't break my heart if that isn't for you, but don't let it break yours when I don't reciprocate.

- open to role-playing as OCs or existing characters. I will only role-play MxM as I'm strictly attracted to other men. I'm more into the sensual side of things as an asexual person, and thus, extremely explicit content isn't something I will typically engage in. Talk to me about what we both expect and we will see. No mpreg. No death feedism. No long-term immobility. Not currently open to RP

- my transness is not to be the main topic of discussion in any way shape or form. I'm a dude. Treat me as such.

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Countess Detective

Chapter 2. Wine and dresses

Louise woke up neither light nor dawn. She got up from her bed and went to the library in order to take books, by no means cheap. When the girl passed the main gallery, she saw a clock that showed that it was very, very early and she needed to lie down for a couple more hours or dream. At such a time, only servants in the estate did not sleep. And even then, Enn could still sleep, because she opens her eyes somewhere at seven o'clock, and wakes up Louise. And the countess throws tantrums about the fact that she does not want to get up early. In general, they are not bored. Louise returned the books and went back to the room, warm, warm.When she returned, she noticed that she had left one of the books, and decided to first take it to the library, but then decided to pass the time by solving the crime. Lou took the book and looked at the cover. It had a lake painted on it, and in even handwriting was written: Rusty Lake. The girl was surprised, because she herself examined all the books, and she had never seen one like this. But she decided not to bother, and then ask Merry, and now read.It was written about a certain girl, whose name was Victoria. This girl came to visit her grandmother, the old woman had a beautiful house, but very small, besides, there were no servants. Therefore, she did not understand how it was possible to live there, because she is now in her grandmother's estate, which, in combination, is ancestral, but her grandmother gave the estate to her.Then it was even more interesting, Victoria went for a walk, first the path took her to the sea and the girl picked up the pendant and there it was written that it was the property of a certain Lady Amelia. Then , the girl looked at the pendant and soon went for a walk in the forest . In the forest, she got lost and after a long time of wandering, she wandered out to some house and went into it. There were only two floors. And then there was a knock on the door.

- Yes Yes ! Come in! - the reader remembered. The door opened abruptly and a cooker entered the room, which Enn needed, but she could not find it anywhere. And now failure awaited her, because the one she was looking for was not here. Louis asked the cook to send her here as soon as she finds it. And now, as soon as she said this, the door epicly opens and behind it shows ... The governess, Merry Enn! What was the surprise of those who were looking for her!The cook threw up her arms in joy, powerful as an old oak tree. And yes, it was quite loud...

- Hello, Merry! Where have you been ? - showed respect to the governess Louis.

- Hello, Louise! I lay in my bed. Why is the cooker in your chambers? Ann replied.

- She was looking for you because she wanted to discuss the menu for my birthday. Louise Merry Enn explained.

- Oh yes . Menu. We were going to discuss it during the madam's shopping trip. It is so ? said the governess. - And I already need to dress her so that she is in stores as soon as possible.She sat down and tapped the top of the carriage with her fist, after which he drove off. We drove for a long time, but the girl was not bored, she reread her sister's letters. The eldest often wrote letters to her, but they were short and Lu, this was not enough. Oh, and her sister had short fiery red hair and amethyst eyes. Unlike Louise, Sophie could draw, and very well, but Louis, as mentioned earlier, was an analyst. There were no letters from her sister today , but Lou knew that the letter would arrive at 7 pm , and she could not wait for that moment .While the girl was in a thoughtful state, the carriage drove up to the tailor's house. Enola got out of the carriage and knocked on the door, the same one, in turn, opened slightly, as if inviting, but the girl was taught not to enter until they were invited. After waiting, at most, ten minutes, she knocked again and now steps were heard.

- Hello ! I came to you to order a dress for my birthday! - greeted the countess.

-Hello ! Wait a little, I have everything scattered, I'll clean it up. - answered her from the depths of the house.

- Yes, yes, of course. she said, and began to wait for the tailor to let her in. Yet, through infinity for Lou, she was called. They discussed the dress with Francis (tailor). He said when it would be ready, and Louise remembered promising to give everything to the governess. She got out and got into the carriage. The crew drove on, this time for wine.Louise could not choose for a long time between Chardonnay and Pinot Noir. But I decided to take Pinot Noir, because it could be drunk with any meal. Besides , many friends recommended him . They drove up to the vintners ' house and Enola went there . Knocking, she heard a barely audible rustle. She briefly threw: "Come in!" and she entered.

- What do you like? - Asked a girl of years, commercials, eleven, no less.

- For me, please, Pinot Noir. Lou replied. The girl brought two barrels, looking like "something else?" .

- Thank you - thanked the buyer. She gave the money and asked the coachman to load the barrels. When they were loaded , Enola got into the carriage , and they finally went to Ciel . We drove for a very long time because Bribourne Manor is far away. By the way, Ciel was younger than Lou, but that didn't stop their parents from betrothing them. Ciel's full name is Ciel Allan Briborn. They often played together, especially hide and seek. Most often, it was she who came to visit him, sometimes even with an overnight stay. And now she was on her way to Ciel. Oh yes, he was four years younger than Lou. That is, he is now thirteen, at the same time the girl is seventeen. While Lou was thinking and remembering, the carriage drove up to the Briborn estate. The crew stopped, Enola opened the door and went to the estate. Nobody met her, because the arrival of the girl was a mini-surprise. She knocked on the door, and the butler opened it, Lou greeted him, going into the estate, the guest noticed that it was suspiciously quiet, and then ... From behind, someone attacked poor Louise, she was so scared, but still understood who it was. It was Ciel.

- Ciel! Is it possible to throw yourself at people from behind like that?! I almost died of fear! Lou screamed.

- Well, Lou, calm down, I just missed you. You haven't been here for a long time, so I lashed out. Ciel answered.

- Take it easy?! Am I your cat? I won’t calm down so easily until you ask for forgiveness, I won’t be calm! - the girl is still seething.

- OK OK. Don't just scream! - says restless. - Well, I won't do that again. Satisfied?

- Yes ! - responded with challenge Lu. Looking at Ciel, she took pity and said - Well, you can hug me... If you want...

-Of course I want. - answered Ciel and pounced on Louise. While they were hugging, Ciel's brother came - Alan Artemius Briborn.

- Did I disturb you? he asked in mock politeness.

- Not at all. Would you like to join us? - answered the girl. At the last words, Ciel began to pull Straistan by the sleeve of her dress.In their secret language, she asked, "What is it?". He immediately replied: "He will now begin to pester you!", "Here's a jealous donkey!".

-Ciel~~~, do you think I don't remember our secret language? his brother sang sweetly. A couple of minutes passed - there was a fight, both had scars.Then, everyone together went to drink tea.

"What are we going to do today?" Ciel asked.

Will you collect money for my funeral again? - A little wearily prompted Allan.

- I'm as clean as this tea! - the girl answered, and pointed to her cool, black tea.

-He's black! Ciel wondered.

-Of course, you're blacker than tea! his brother replied.

-Calm down! I was just joking... - Lu was offended and left.Obviously, to collect money for the commemoration. Ciel ran after her. In the end, he, and returned Louise. Then they all played together and read detective stories. At dinner, they ate hearty, and Straistan went to her estate.Until evening she read that strange book. It seemed to be nearing the end, but the book never ended. In the evening, she went downstairs to have tea with wonderful buns (they had a topping according to a secret recipe). Then Merry changed her into night clothes and put her to bed, but before that she put a letter in her hand.

End of chapter 2 .

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i didn't enjoy putting all those citations in my rusty lake video about buddhist cosmonology of rl (thought they were important and it gives people to do further reading instead of just taking my word for it)

so for my next video discussing salome and the 10 plagues references in rusty lake, I'll just come out as previously catholic, cite my sources as experiences, and hope no one tries to unpack that after all i've done on my youtube.

#im joking. salome in catholicism and salome in pop culture iconography has significant changes. thanks a lot oscar wilde :/ #but man i do dread writing APA sometimes #I need to look up how to cite the bible

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February 2022 reads: The Call of Cthulhu.

I finally got to read The Call of Cthulhu and while there’s a lot I could comment about it (nothing that hasn’t been said already, so I’ll pass) I had to pause at this point:

...and all the earth would flame with a holocaust of ecstasy and freedom.

I had to do a research about the origins of the term and this is what I found out. From Wikipedia:

The word "holocaust" originally derived from the Koine Greek word holokauston, meaning "a completely (holos) burnt (kaustos) sacrificial offering," or "a burnt sacrifice offered to a god." In Hellenistic religion, gods of the earth and underworld received dark animals, which were offered by night and burnt in full. The word holocaust was later adopted in Greek translations of the Torah to refer to the olah, standard communal and individual sacrificial burnt offerings that Jews were required to make in the times of the Temple in Jerusalem. In its Latin form, holocaustum, the term was first used with specific reference to a massacre of Jewish people by the chroniclers Roger of Howden and Richard of Devizes in England in the 1190s.

The earliest use of the word holocaust to denote a massacre recorded by the Oxford English Dictionary dates from 1833 when the journalist Leitch Ritchie, describing the wars of Louis VII of France, wrote that he "once made a holocaust of thirteen hundred persons in a church", a massacre by fire of the inhabitants of Vitry-le-François in 1142. As this occurred in a church, it could be seen as a religious offering. The English poet John Milton had used the word to denote a conflagration in his 1671 poem Samson Agonistes, in which the massacre was clearly divinely dedicated. The word gradually developed to mean a massacre thereon, taking on a secular connotation.

In the late 19th century, holocaust was used in 1895 by the American newspaper The New York Times to describe the Ottoman massacre of Armenian Christians. In the early twentieth century, possibly the first to use the term was journalist Melville Chater in 1925, to describe the burning and sacking of Smyrna in 1922 in the context of the Turkish genocide against Anatolian Christians. Winston Churchill (in 1929) and other contemporary writers used it before World War II to describe the Armenian genocide of World War I. The Armenian Genocide is referenced in the title of a 1922 poem "The Holocaust" (published as a booklet) and the 1923 book "The Smyrna Holocaust" deals with arson and massacre of Armenians. Before the Second World War, the possibility of another war was referred to as "another holocaust" (that is, a repeat of the First World War). With reference to the events of the war, writers in English from 1945 used the term in relation to events such as the fire-bombing of Dresden or Hiroshima, or the effects of a nuclear war, although from the 1950s onwards, it was increasingly used in English to refer to the Nazi genocide of the European Jews (or Judeocide).

By the late 1950s, documents translated from Hebrew sometimes used the word "Holocaust" to translate "Shoah" as the Nazi Judeocide. This use can be found as early as May 23, 1943 in The New York Times, on page E6, in an article by Julian Meltzer, referring to feelings in Palestine about Jewish immigration of refugees from "the Nazi holocaust."

It’s funny because he’s talking about prophetic dreams about catastrophes and basically the destruction of the human race, and when he used that word I was so weirded out. I felt so uncomfortable for a moment, had he used it in the current connotation somehow that would have been the cherry on top of a story ripe with racism towards literally any non-Caucasian ethnicity.

That being said (sadly), despite all the negative sides, I really can’t explain why but this story is... so, so immersive. I already liked his production but now I understand why he’s been so influential. I’m at a loss for words. It’s amazing.

“That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.”

#I get the shivers. #Sorry for the long post. I never thought I could end up raving about Lovecraft. #I've never been so enthusiastic about something since I discovered Rusty Lake. #(Oh the irony. Albert.) #personal #long post #quotes #cw: Holocaust #cw: genocide #racism discussion