#you may have to come back to my blog & refresh if you want to read them all

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

On The Topic Of Eddie.

First of all, he’s completely fucked. He’s screwed. I’ve said it a thousand times and I’ll say it again: I’ve never seen a character more doomed by the narrative. 

Second, Eddie’s halloween costume was Frankenstein’s Monster. And pray tell, what was the Monster’s whole thing? That he’s betrayed by his own creator, rejected / attacked by the town, deeply misunderstood & interpreted as a violent beast despite being well-read and helpful/benevolent. There are some interesting ties there - especially with the Misunderstood Despite Being Well-Read (switch out violent beast with forgetful klutz and it’s a perfect fit). That, plus Eddie’s description of “...brought back from the dead… by the scientist… stitches… a deathly pallor… a bit of a moral conundrum…”

Take that and add it to how Eddie resembles the “night” side of the clocks (this will be expanded upon with Sally in a different post), and how @/theneighborhoodwatch once pointed out that the color purple is only shown in relation to Eddie & may represent secrets, how in livestream trivia it was implied that Eddie doesn’t sleep at night as he is a “busy guy”, and how Sally’s “monster” only comes out at night and likely isn’t a monster at all - she is dramatic, an embellisher, and said to present things that she herself doesn’t know / is uncertain of As Fact, or at least present them as if she knows exactly what she’s talking about (even when she doesn’t and knows it). 

Another tidbit that I may have mentioned but I’ll bring it up again: Eddie’s eyelashes match the scalloped trim under Home’s windows. Three round curves. 

As an additional tally in the “Eddie is soooo fucked <3” scoreboard, Eddie is the mailman in a story where one of the first things we knew to be actually happening was the WHRP receiving letters of Welcome Home media (now I’m not saying Eddie sent them, certainly not. He may or may not have had a hand in helping with the delivery, but what I mean with this is how it ties in symbolically/abstractly/thematically.) That plus the red envelope, the general unfolding delivery theme… Eddie even has a holiday explicitly associated with him - Mail-In Time Day. 

Then there’s the fact that Eddie tends to express Knowledge and a more worldly disposition, in a way. Despite Frank being mentioned as the neighborhood “intellectual”, and he is so with facts, Eddie seems to have a deeper well of… let’s say cultural know-how. Pair that with how his bio is the only one to say/imply that he comes from elsewhere, that he’s been Around. Everyone else came from their family or don’t have a stated before, but Eddie? He was strongly implied to have delivered to a lot of different places - this is made into a running gag, but we all know a running gag for the Show has deeper implications and meanings. 

And the fact that his genuine knowledge as well as his past are consistently dismissed and/or played off for laughs…

IMPORTANT NOTE FOR THIS NEXT BIT: I CANNOT FIND THE OG ASK OUTSIDE OF SCREENSHOTS SO TAKE ALL OF THIS WITH A MASSIVE GRAIN OF SALT, AS THERE IS THE POSSIBILITY THAT THE ASK WAS FROM PRE-2021 AND SO - ALONG WITH THIS SPEC CHUNK - IT MAY BE NULL & VOID. BUT IT ALSO MAY NOT BE! SO I’LL TALK.

A while back - this is related I swear - there was an ask Clown answered where they talked about some of his notes on Eddie. The first part that I want to point out is how apparently Eddie is a good source for information (specifically How-To), but despite being talkative he doesn’t share unless prodded for it. This directly relates to the above points. 

Then there’s the one I really want to talk about - how Clown says that “He [Eddie] has a great deal of precision for someone who presents themselves as a semi-clumsy busybody!” 

That single line made me insane, personally. First, the wording. The choice of saying presents themselves as instead of something like for someone who is. There’s an obvious discrepancy between his precision and clumsiness. Now I don’t doubt that he may be a tad accident-prone, but what if Eddie is dialing up the clumsy nature to disarm his Neighbors / craft a specific reputation for himself / give himself leeway in other areas. 

On one hand, this is suspicious as fuck.

On the other hand, this is so adhd of him. 

One of the things rarely mentioned about it is how sometimes we adhders will play up our more “useless” traits in order to create a bit of a social safety net. Admittedly, I will sometimes play up my forgetfulness so that a) if i do forget things (truth more often than not), people aren’t surprised. b) when i remember things, people are pleasantly surprised. I mean, if people start thinking we’re competent then they’ll start Expecting things from us, which is never a good thing! 

And another thing that relates to it that that ask said - Clown says in it that Eddie is slow to anger, but he gets frustrated more easily. Which is fascinating and very relatable. They also said that he can’t talk about it without wandering too far, which - if the post is viable - has… implications. 

Anyway I am very confident that Eddie is in fact adhd. List of reasons (refer to the wiki trivia Eddie Dear section for sources):

He’s forgetful

He gets so involved with a task and cannot break away until it’s finished, thus often making him late

He’s particular

He has a watch - likely to help him keep track of time, implying that he has difficulty with the concept (time blindness!) 

He is very talkative and rambley 

& seems to have slight difficulty with picking up on social cues telling him when to / when not to speak

He’s slow to anger but more easily frustrated 

Beyond all of this I don’t have much to add that I haven’t already talked about in a previous post! I’m sure even so I’ve restated some (or a lot of) things - it Happens! 

In conclusion: bbg is so screwed & also adhd <3

#ok next up is the eddie & sally post #then it's the sally post bc mmm i have some Things to say about her #then frank & julie - i might combine their Own specs into the same post since there's not quite as much there and it very much intersects #then i'll give us a break with some Reality Mechanics spec- #IM SORRY BUT IM GOING TO BE POSTING LATE AT NIGHT! #you may have to come back to my blog & refresh if you want to read them all #much to say in so little time... #its a hell of my own making! i still have that last thing to draw & a stream test to do... #oh but this is the sort of crunch i enjoy... #crunching on something im passionate about is rarely a drag! #homebogging #wh speculation #welcome home speculation #not much to say in tags... im getting more Thorough with the post itself #leaving more meat there! less scraps to hide!

[phoenixashvibes]

What Love Has in Store For You in 2024

Your 2024 Love Life Reading is Here :)

Sooo, take what resonates, leave what does not fit; while keeping in mind we all have free will. This is also my first ever PAC blog post :) Please leave feedback I will be sure to respond back ❤️

Pile One: The 7 of Swords, THE DEVIL, The Page of Swords, DEATH, 8 of Cups Bottom Card : THE MOON

(Capricorn, Scorpio,Aquarius, Gemini, Pisces, Libra signs could be relevant seasons or people)

So pile one I do not know if you are single right now are within a connection that you may consider leaving but there seems to be someone here that experiences a breakup. There seems to be someone manipulative involved and they sneak around and get caught up. If you know you are single the people that may approach you this year are people who may lie and present challenges within a relationship. It would be a karmic connection, that would cause you to need deep healing. From There will prepare an exit strategy to leave behind toxic partners that have obsessive, codependent toxic natures. The ones with bad habits and bind you with pain. You will tell someone to kiss your as$. The deception will be too much. They could have been sneaking around or you will just simply pain on how to detach yourself from any type of people that keep you from being able to evolve and enjoy the refreshing emotional connections that serve your higher good. You will gain clarity on how to move forward in love. You will no longer continue to entangle yourself with people that bring you down and make you face your inner demons in hurtful ways. Someone else will also try to approach you from your past there will be two people that are no good for you and shady that will not be able to bring anything healthy to your love life. You will face your fears around love choosing to purify yourself of emotions that do not help you experience the love you know you deserve. I see you taking a logical approach within your love life and holding more your value and self worth in high regards this year. You will learn to use your wisdom to heal and cut off anyone that is not able to communicate and show you what is worthy of your time and attention. You will vet people and do your homework before you let anyone waste any of your time, you may also block some people and choose to be emotionally unavailable for them any longer. You will also refuse to be a one night stand. When you do decide to date it will be because it is an equally compatible relationship where both parties are on the same page, within the same book. You will learn forgiveness, compassion and how to be strong again. This will give you the courage to be able to allow yourself to love again and help start a new, healthy love life in which you are able to get everything that didn’t work out in your past :) this could be in 2025 or by the end of the year

Pile TWO: Princess of Swords, Ace ofSwords, Princess of Wands, & 10 of Disks

Aries, Sagittarius, Leo, Aquarius, Libra, Gemini, Taurus, Scorpio, Capricorn, Virgo

There is someone that Is going to have their eyes on you. They may be someone you know from before 2024 or someone who will come to start conversing with you soon. This will lead to them wanting to start talking about establishing something more stable that could leaf to longevity for the long run. They will want to be patient with you and feel you are fated to be in their life. They could be an Aries or you meet them in that season; but they will want to have something stable with you. They are someone that will want to provide for you and make your life comfortable. Initially, this person may give off “player energy” but eventually they will take off the mask and show you who they sincerely are. They have an athletic build or work out. Sometimes their ego gets the best of them. This connection will be undeniable and mutually shared. At some point it may get too intense and someone may want to take a break and heal. Any separation will make you both realize how much you truly matter to one another. They offer security and tell you how they can make more money and  include you with wealth management choices/opinion. They balance you out and make you feel seen and included. This person can really dress and they seem to know how to charm you real good! They have everything you really could want to have in someone you commit to, especially legally. This person wants to make you feel protected and able to have a family legacy with them. They want to have you be a part of the plans and help them manage what it is y’all create together. They are a true born leader who is a ride or die companion. They would go to war over you. The connection they feel for you right off deepens because the conversations you have when you meet will flow very easily. It’s like you two never run out of things to talk about. They feel you both deserve and will be able to live a life of travel and luxury. They want to be able to surprise you with nice things just because. This person may have some debt they need to resolve but they want to marry you so they will get this in order because they feel you’re Wirth the effort. They also want to get all their shit together in general. There is healing that is needed to be done in order for this marriage to last. This person will need to know how to gain and maintain financial responsibility so that the aspirations they set can flourish but also be managed effectively. They will want to lavishly spend on you but you both will need to cut off all other attachments from the past completely that leech. I’m hearing family and old flames wanting hand out! Them especially. I feel you may meet them when they are coming out of a bad situation. This person could have had a bad separation and not offer much at first meeting but will continue getting to knowing you and realize you are everything they thought they could never find. 

PILE THREE: Queen of Wands, The 5 of Pentacles, The TOWER, & the 2 of Pentacles 

Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Scorpio, Aquarius, Libra, Gemini, Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

I feel like you are someone that is very attractive. This year it will draw plenty of attention your way. If you are in a relationship; I hope your lover is secure/strong. However, You appear to be single and there are people who will be approaching you this year. These people are not going to be anyone that you will want to settle for. You will notice red flags and they only serve as a confidence booster from the Most High that you are desirable. Some of these options will want to settle down with you there just won’t be the compatibility that you seek between you and them. You will feel like a few are disasters waiting to happen. Others you may feel you would have to watch and can not fully trust. There will be at least two main players who will make major efforts to gain your time and attention but you will feel like they lack something that you desire in a partner and I do not see you wanting to commit to anyone because what they offer does not appear to be up to your standards. You will have plenty of options if you want to date or starts something slow that maybe leads something more exclusive. I feel you will have to make your mind up about at least two people and there maybe an argument if anyone finds about about the others lol.. You will not have a bad year in love it just does not seem like the options that present themselves lead to your END GAME but they will be entertainment for sure. Some of these people will be delusional and not everything that they try to present themselves as especially financially. IF you are in a relationship I feel like there is family drama or something changes drastically in the dynamic of things. There is not any balance within the connection. Someone may want to unexpectedly end things and get angry because they feel like the other does not have enough time, money or attention for them. There may even be bad communication that is a factor as well. Social media problems. Drama regarding children. Bad spending habits. Someone expects others to over sacrifice for them and Its just not happening. They are not even able to reciprocate that. Someone from your past is getting blocked because they are bad news. You will be in love with your finances, looks, magnetic charm, radiant smile, amazing hair styles, fashionable outfits and effortless attention that you receive. Everybody that will try to play you this year will play themselves and lose horribly. You are clearly the prize and you finally step in to having the confidence regularly to recognize that. 

#tarot #tarot cards #pick a card #pick a pile #spirituality #astrology #zodiac #zodiac signs #fyp #love reading #horoscope #love

[thankskenpenders]

And now for something new

So, here's something I was never planning on doing, but I just couldn't shake the idea... Thanks Ken Penders is gaining a sister blog featuring an entirely different comic franchise!

Introducing... Thanks Steve Ditko, a blog where I read the Earth-616 Spider-Man comics, starting all the way back in the '60s! It's gonna be much more casual and less thorough than how I run things here on TKP, though, which I'll explain in a sec.

If seeing me post weird bits from old Spider-Man comics sounds fun and you need no further info, then just head right on over to Thanks Steve Ditko. But for longtime TKP readers, I know you probably have questions...

Number one: Why?

Spider-Man's always been my favorite superhero, and with the Spider-Verse movies kicking ass and my excitement building for the new Insomniac game, I've been in a Spidey mood. Inevitably, a thought occurred to me: Maybe I should actually read the comics that everything else is built off of and see the wildly varying contributions of all the original creators, rather than filtering them through big budget adaptations. If I can power through One Piece and all these other manga with hundreds of chapters, it can't be that hard... right?

And, well, after a few issues I quickly realized that my options were to either clog up my other accounts with random Spider-Man panels for years, or to just make a side blog. And so the side blog was born.

Two: Will this blog replace Thanks Ken Penders?

NO!!!!!!!!!

Okay but prove it

To allow the two to exist side-by-side, Thanks Steve Ditko will have a different format than what Thanks Ken Penders developed. Rather than an in-depth guided tour that critically analyzes every story beat of every issue, TSD will just be a place for amusing panels and brief thoughts as I casually read the comics at my own pace.

If you've seen me make a few tweets about reading Spider-Man recently, I'm basically just moving that to a dedicated Tumblr. It's a place for me to dump these things so that it doesn't fill up my media tab on Twitter for the next decade. (You know, assuming Twitter is still around in a decade.) There will be many issues where I only post two panels that I thought were funny. There will be issues where I don't have anything to say at all. Maybe I'll reach a run that I just cannot get into, and I start skipping around more. Who knows!

This may sound similar to what I thought this blog would be before it blew up. Aside from the simple fact that there's already mountains of Spider-Man commentary out there and therefore less of a void for me to fill, one of the main steps I'll be taking to avoid repeating the past is not enabling an ask box on TSD. I do not need people to ask me to go into ten times more detail on everything. I do not need to write seven essay-length responses to questions about Spider-Man minutiae every day. I do not need a place for people to chide me for not covering certain scenes, issues, or ancillary series.

It also won't have any kind of update schedule. I'm trying to keep it very casual. I'm reading these comics at my own pace, and if I feel like sharing a moment or commenting on something while doing so? It goes there. That's it.

(On the subject of format changes, I'm also listing the issue, writer, and penciller in the body of every post. This is a thing I wish I'd done on TKP so that people didn't misattribute every weird Archie Sonic panel I post to Penders.)

Three: So when will TKP come back from hiatus? You said it'd come back after you finished SLARPG!

I don't know! Sorry. I have a couple things on the backburner right now for TKP, but I'm not sure when I'll get back to proper updates where I read more comics.

I wanted to bring TKP back this year, and that's still possible. The main hurdle is that I want to reread my own archive (again) as a refresher, which is, uh. A lot of posts. I've developed a high standard for myself on here, and I feel like I wouldn't be doing my job right if I forgot half the ongoing subplots and character arcs and didn't bring them up in my analysis. Especially when I'm discussing the work of an author as obsessed with continuity as Ian Flynn. Unfortunately, the nature of this blog means that every time I go on another long hiatus for Life Reasons I have even more comic continuity to catch up on than last time.

(This is a big part of why I'm making Thanks Steve Ditko an extremely casual blog instead of promising to become a Lore Expert on 60+ years of Marvel.)

Mostly I've just been very burnt out this year after having finally finished a video game that took almost eight years to make. I haven't really had the energy for any creative projects, including TKP. But I feel a little bit of a spark here with Spider-Man, so I'm chasing that feeling to try to get back into the swing of blogging about comics - no pun intended.

So, basically, bear with me on this as I start this low-energy side project. But hopefully folks will enjoy Thanks Steve Ditko as its own thing, too.

Look forward to goofy shit like this

#tkp post

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Heart of Beskar Chapter 1: Te racin ka'ra juaan kote [The stars pale beside our might] Mando x AFAB/F!Reader

Graphic made by me, art by @immarocketman This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Please heed these warnings and the warnings put in place on each individual fic and chapter. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. Specific warnings: Sex Work(We stan sex work on this blog!), insecurity, angst, fluff, bathing/massage, tattooed Din, Naked Din(The Helmet stays on), Mando'a use [translated in text], Soulmates trope(if you squint).

Summary: You've never had a Mandalorian client before. From the moment he walks in, you know your life is going to be changed forever.

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He’s late.

You pace the room as you try and quell the anxiety bubbling in your throat. The Mandalorian paid up front, so there’s nothing to be lost if he’s a no show, but you’re curious.

You’ve spent the last week researching Mandalorian culture, their creed, their extremist coverts, the mythology and legends. It was the most fun you’ve ever had prepping for a client, so you want to see him, see the real deal.

But it’s already an hour into your time slot and you’re ready to give up when you hear the tone of the doorbell. You jump to your feet and smooth down the sheer purple robe that glides over your skin.

You press the door release, and you gasp despite yourself as you take in the shining brushed silver of his armour. You quake at the way he towers over you as the black “T” of his visor dips to look you over.

“Come in.”

You breathe as you step aside to let him in. He pauses for a moment before striding inside. He has the gait of someone who knows he has power but doesn’t flaunt it. It simply oozes from him as he crosses the room, shoulders back, head high, dominating the room effortlessly. He pauses before he sits on the bed, betraying something softer as he turns his visor back to you. 

“May I?”

He asks as he motions to sit down.

“Of course, don’t worry I’ve had dirtier things than well-kept armour on my sheets.”

Your words seem to settle him, ground him a little. He leans back, propping himself up on his outstretched arms as he looks you up and down.

You stand there, just far enough away that he can reach out and touch you – if he so desires – but not so up in his space that you feel like you’re pressuring him.

“What would you like me to do for you Mando? We can do anything you want.”

“I-, I don’t know,” He answers with a heavy exhale, distorted through his modulator.

“We don’t have to do anything at all,” You say as you step towards your Refresher, “Come on, take off whatever you’re comfortable removing. I’d like to bathe you.”

“Bathe me?”

He repeats with an incredulous huff as he shifts a little on the bed, his helmet turning away from your gaze as his fingertips curl into the silken sheets. Valleys forming in the fabric around his gloved fingers as he tries to mitigate the disquiet roiling in his belly as you offer him something so mundane.

It shouldn’t excite him to want to be looked after. He’s been cared for and guarded by his covert his whole life. But this, this is something more than survival. This was looking after a part of him he thought long dormant, if not dead.

You let him mull it over for a moment or two as you study his broad form. Even under the armour you can tell he is strong, capable. You’re about to offer him something else when he finally speaks up.

“That sounds,” he pauses to clear his throat, “Adequate for my needs.”  

“Excellent, I understand that the helmet must stay on,” you say as you walk your way over to the Refresher, “But don’t be shy, I’ve seen more naked bodies than I can count, I’ll draw up the bath and you can come in when you’re ready.”

“Thank you.”

Those two words stir something inside you. Said with such conviction it’s almost devout. But you turn on your heel regardless, not letting anything more than a professional appreciation take root. At least that’s what you tell yourself as you go through the motions of preparing the room for him.

The fresher door hisses shut behind you and you suddenly feel tension leave your shoulders. A breath you didn’t know you were holding flutters from your lips unexpectedly as you reprimand yourself for being so unprofessional.

You hear the clink of armour being placed down with slow, purposeful movements as you bring up the digital interface of the bath. You select a floral, earthy blend for the bath oils. Soon the room is filled with the heady aroma as steam coils around your near-nude form.

Mando knocks on the door gently and you can’t help but smile at how respectful he seems to be. Most customers just take what they want. They come and go as they please, but not Mando. There’s something almost shy about one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy that stands on the other side of the door.

“Come in.”

Your voice is softer, lower than when you beckoned him inside your room only minutes ago. It’s loaded with something sultry, alluring. You’re well versed in your craft, but even you can’t deny that the Mandalorian was already affecting you with his presence.

The door opens and your mouth drops open at the sight of the Mandalorian warrior, bare but for his helmet, as he stands stock still in the doorway. You had almost thought it would be comical, seeing him with his shining helm of Beskar and nothing else but it was quite the opposite.

His fists are balled at his side, his chest heaving as you hear the soft huffs of his breath through his modulator. His whole body is covered in varying shades of blue, tattoos weaving across scarred, tan, skin as they form a tapestry of a life hard lived.

You wordlessly hold your hand out to him, trying not to stare at the way his cock is half-hard, and what a cock it is. You avert your eyes back up to the “T”of his black visor.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”

Your nostrils flare slightly as you notice out of the corner of your eye the way his cock twitches at your words, a soft hiss emanating from below the helmet.

“I can get in myself.”

The stoic man grunts as he ignores your outstretched palm. You feel the twist of rejection as you step out of his way. He walks himself over to the sunken bath, a feature all the suites at Sal’s place include as part of the standard package.

For someone so flexible and strong, he makes a meal out of descending into the hot waters, his feet slipping as he almost crashes down on his ass in the fragrant pool. You feel the instinctive pull to intervene and help, but you suppress it. You let him go at his own pace.

By the time Mando is settled in the water, there’s water all over the floor, maybe even as much as half has been displaced onto the tiled floors.

You say nothing, standing near the door, giving him space once again. Mando’s chest is heaving above the surface as he finally settles back against the headrest. His long torso only just fitting in the square tub as his knees peek out of the water.

He’s still rigid as a board, arms clinging to the sides of the tub like it would capsize if he let go, even though it’s firmly seated in the Durasteel floor. He lies there for some time, knuckles white, grip unrelenting.

“I can leave if that would suit you?”

You ask as you step away from the tub. You feel like maybe you should have just pushed him down onto the bed, freed his cock from his flight-suit and got it over with. You feel newly initiated, like your cycles of experience were for nothing when met with such obstinate resistance. You’re second guessing every decision as your thoughts begin to spiral.

Why is he even here in the first place?

You think bitterly as you take another tentative step backwards, the wet tiles cold on your bare feet. But you keep the professional façade up, a soft, unassuming smile painted on your lips.

“No.”

The single syllable is like a punch to the gut.

Gone is the stoic standoffish grunting and irritable huffing. Now there is only a vulnerable plea, a single word echoing volumes of repressed emotion.

His helmet turns and although you can’t see his eyes you can feel them on your skin, penetrating through you like you’re the naked one. A shiver ripples over your skin as you feel yourself drawn to him.

You sink to your knees beside the tub as you reach for the washcloth and soap on the shelf that you’d prepared only moments before.

“Stay, please.”

Mando breathes as he loosens his grip on the tub, his thick fingers flexing as you shuffle closer, your knees chafing on the tile as you dip the washcloth into the water, being sure not to touch him yet.

“Give me your hand,” you say softly as you pop the cap of the creamy soap before squeezing a generous amount onto the cloth. Mando doesn’t hesitate this time, his coarse skin slides into your open hand effortlessly.

You work gently over his knuckles, scrubbing the built-up dirt and oil from the miniscule pores and crevices of his skin. You lean up a little, your breasts bouncing slightly as you reach up to grab a nail brush. You don’t miss the way the helmet tilts towards you, nor the way his body stirs, creating swirling eddies in the milky waters.

“Let me know if I get too rough,” You coo softly as you manipulate his large hand in yours, turning it over so you can start to scrub at the beds of his nails. You repeat the process with his other hand, occasionally he lets out short, barely-there huffs of air as you massage over his stiff joints. You feel yourself smiling as he lets out a breathy sigh as his hands sink back into the waters.

“Better?”

You offer as you move around to position yourself behind him. To your surprise, he doesn’t flinch as you slide your legs into the warm waters either side of his shoulders.

“Yeah.”

His word is but a whisper amongst the thick steam coiling around you, but you hear it and the way the tension leaves his shoulders makes your heart soar.

You plant your feet on the smooth Durasteel and you press your palms flat against the broad expanse of his back. You note more geometric patterns inked into his skin, words of Mando’a connected with lines of varying lengths, thicknesses, and styles. You don’t remember reading much about his culture’s tattooing practices, you note it down to ask him next time.

“Lean forward for me.”

He obeys your command without question, and you watch as his head lolls forward. His elbows fall to rest on his knees, and you catch a glimpse of dark hair at the nap of his neck. You wonder what colour his eyes are.

You put aside any thoughts of the Mandalorian’s eyes, or that of his lips, or any other feature he hides under the helmet. It’s unprofessional, and you don’t like the way your gut is already twisting at every soft noise he makes, at every tremble of his body.

His back muscles ripple and flex under your touch as you knead and lather up his skin. He groans softly as you soothe and massage at the knots and hard slabs of tense flesh as you scrub him clean. You scoot a little further forward and pull him back against you.

He offers no resistance as you move him to nestle between your thighs. You work at his upper body with slow, practiced motions as you stimulate blood flow with the tips of your fingers. You’re almost finished with his torso. You slide the cloth down his muscular abdomen, dipping it into the creamy depths as you feel his knuckles brush against your ankle.

You feel your core twist with arousal as you relish in the soft rake of his rough skin on your own. You let out an involuntary gasp as he ghosts his hand higher.

“Is this ok?”

He asks and you feel like your heart might burst at the way his voice sounds. It’s soft, breathy, as if he’s feeling just as desperate as you with every press of your flesh against his own.

“I’m here for your pleasure Mando, of course it’s ok.”

You say with a pang of remorse at your choice of words. But it’s scripted, it’s what you know you’re allowed to say. Never are you to deny your clients pleasure unless it were to endanger you. You want to tell him so much more, but it’s forbidden. No feelings, no attachments. Pleasure for pleasure’s sake.

“No,” his hand stills just below the surface of the water, thick fingertips wrapping almost possessively around the swell of your calf, “You know what I’m asking.”

And you do.

Your thighs squeeze together, clamping around his broad shoulders as he finally lifts his visor up to look at you. It’s almost comical seeing his helmet upside down like this, but any whimsy is quashed by the torrent of emotions surging through you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he tilts his head to the side a little, a coy notion that has heat bursting under the skin of your cheeks. Your capillaries are burning white hot as your ears prickle and sear under his inky black gaze.  

“Mando I can’t-,”

“You don’t have to say anything, Mesh’la,” he says as he twists in the tub, the water pours off him in miniscule waterfalls as he settles on his knees between your own, “Touch my helmet.”

You freeze, anxiety bubbling in your chest as you remember what you’d read about the sanctity of a Mandalorian’s helmet. This was something taboo, so utterly forbidden for someone like you. An outsider. A whore.

“Are you sure?”

Your eyes roam over his helmet, the concave cheeks beading with condensation, the sharp angle of the jaw sending droplets of water cascading down onto the surface of the water. A few errant drops splash against your dewy skin.

He nods slowly, a deliberate action that has your hands moving of their own accord.

There’s a tight feeling in your chest, it’s building like an electric storm on Kamino. As if you’re about to cross so many lines, both for him and his creed, and you and your profession.  

Your hands move shakily forward as a voice in the back of your mind tells you to stop, to refund him his credits and tell him to leave.

But as the steam coils off his broad shoulders, as the “T” of his visor tilts up to meet your gaze, it’s clear. There is nothing in the galaxy that can stop you now.

“Vor entye.” Thank you.

The words tumble from your lips as you press your palms into the valleyed cheeks of his helmet, your thumbs cupping what you guess must be where his cheekbones lie. Your fingers splay across the rest of the Beskar, and you feel the hum vibrate through your knees more than you hear it.

“Ner Emuur.” My pleasure.

He responds as he pushes up higher onto his knees as he levels with you. Your lips part and your heart hammers in your chest so fast it hurts. Like every quake of your blood in your veins is slowly poisoning you. Damning you.

The press of Beskar is remarkably cool on your skin as he tilts his forehead against your own. You close your eyes in reverence as your hands fall to grip his shoulders. His skin sears under your fingertips and you let out a soft gasp as is hands fall to your hips. 

You’d read up on this, it’s the closest some Mandalorians have to a kiss. A headbutt of sorts, a kov’nyn. But unlike the more violent of the two acts, this is something far more intimate. This is more than crossing a line now, this is something neither of you can turn back from.

It’s a promise.

Things are silent for a time as you lose yourself to the numinous serenity of it all until Mando finally breaks the silence with a final request.

“Take me to bed.”

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[allamericansbitch]

an update ♥️

as some of you may have noticed, I deactivated my inbox a few weeks ago. I had been thinking about doing it for some time but getting this constructive and respectful message showed me that what I was already feeling was affecting other people in the same ways it was affecting me. As I touched on in my response to that message, I didn't like how my own blog was making me feel. I knew that if Taylor did anything, I would get 50+ messages about it and I felt a responsibility to answer every single one to make people feel heard, many of you have been so sweet in letting me know that this blog helped you through something and was a safe space to vent, I never wanted to betray that. But with answering every message comes extensive amounts of repetition and turning a small side note into a major talking point. answering all the messages would make innocent personal complaints look like huge issues when it was never that serious.

One of my lapses in judgment was forgetting that this is a public platform, I know that sounds stupid but answering your messages felt like discussing and shit-talking at a sleepover and I forgot that, instead, it was actually basically out in public into a megaphone for everyone to hear and deal with. That mistake on my part is what inevitably led me to finally close my inbox because, while I myself was dealing with feeling drained and tired of discussing the same topics, I didn't realize that the weight of negativity was spreading to others as well.

Having my inbox closed for a couple weeks was incredibly refreshing for me. Then of course that moment of peace could only last so long lol, 6 different blogs seemed to vocalize their issues with me (some subtly, some not) within a couple of hours so I decided to take a brief hiatus.

Now that I am back, I wanna talk about the changes I'm making to this blog moving forward. I will not be responding to every message I get. Of course this is still a place for y'all to vent and I will be complaining about certain things (once a hater always a hater <3) but the volume at which those things occur will be lesser. Once I've said what I need to say I won't continue to speak on it, and I'll ignore asks that don't add anything to the conversation and just be more selective. I would like to move past constantly talking about Taylor (specifically the details of her personal life/people caring way too much about it), I know it'll be inevitable sometimes but I don't want my blog to erupt with messages every time she does something, like we're holding an emergency press conference about people being weird online. It's just draining and I need to keep it contained because that dam could break very easily. So please don't come to my inbox to just to have me comment on everything, I'd appreciate it.

If you read all of this, ily thank you for taking the time to do so. 🥰

#tp #me calling two days a 'hiatus' anyway hi im back lol #gonna pin this post so if you're gonna send me an ask please read this first 😘

[freeuselandonorris]

Hi lovely I'm sick and depressed about it and wondered if you have any McTwinks in the works you're willing to share a snippet of? (Also I just wanted to say RE the say something in my inbox thing; you're my favourite person on this site and I find your constant humour and honestly and openness so refreshing!!) (Also you mentioned a while ago you were part of a Wa*cest blog... I may or may not have stumbled upon that one back in the day 😂. So hi again, it's lovely to be depraved with you for years)

hey anon! i'm sorry you're sick, i hope you feel better soon ❤️‍🩹 thank you for saying such lovely things, i have honestly been tearing up reading all the sweet messages, you're all so kind 😭 i LOVE that multiple people have been like HEY I WAS ON THAT LJ COMM haha. what a beautiful deranged full circle moment.

i have a couple of mctwinks pieces underway in various stages of completion but i actually started one this morning which was basically to cheer myself up after the sprint, so here is a little snippet for you under the cut 😘 i hope it helps a little!

“Sorry,” Oscar says, reappearing and breaking Lando’s train of thought. “I was just flossing when you knocked.”

Flossing. He’s so weird. A smile tugs the corners of Lando’s mouth. 

Oscar tilts his head, watching him steadily. “D’you want to come in or are you just gonna hang out in the doorway all night?” 

“Just gonna hang out here,” Lando mumbles, because he knows it’ll make Oscar laugh. He does, more than the comment technically deserves, but it feels nice anyway. Oscar’s eyes are soft, but there’s no trace of pity in his expression. He knows Lando doesn’t need sympathy right now.

“Alright,” Oscar says. “Well, I’m getting into bed, so you have fun in your corner.” 

Lando keeps up the pretence for a bit, leaning against the wall next to the wreckage of Oscar’s suitcase and watching him pad across the room, making sure his phone’s plugged in and there’s a bottle of water next to the bed. It makes Lando’s chest feel a bit achy sometimes, in a way he doesn’t quite know what to do with, that he knows Oscar’s bedtime routine. It feels, somehow, more intimate than the stuff they do in bed together. Lando’s taught himself, over the last few years, how to have sex without mistaking it for love. This is something else entirely.

#fic meta #mctwinks #answered

[jariten]

May-July 2023 roundup

Okay little by little preparing for regular posting on this blog to resume and thought I'd start with catching up on the roundups!

Midori no Uta by Taiwanese Yan Gao, who first garnered attention for illustrating the original Japanese edition of Haruki Murakami's Abandoning a Cat: Memories of my Father, tells the story of college student Lü after she moves to Taipei for university. There she spends less time on academic pursuits and more on music live shows. She then meets Nanjun, an amateur musician who shares his love of music with her. This leads her on a trip to Japan to look for the band Happy End's album Kazemachi Roman, which leads her to an instant love for Harumi Hosono and his music, and her first infatuation as she grows closer to Nanjun. This is maybe the first Taiwanese comic I've ever read and I loved every second of it. The Japanese translation was really great. Beautiful naturalistic cityscapes and I really adored how Lü's emotions were depicted. Everything Yan Gao was referencing was very interesting too. I love a college coming of age too. I really really hope someone takes the initiative to license it and that she gets another tankobon out soon.

Mermaid Scales and the Town of Sand by Yoko Komori was also a lovely little coming of age, although at an elementary school level. I really want even more understated but impactful stories like this on the english market and I'm really happy this one got licensed despite its age (it first came out in 2013). And speaking of more understated stories, Frieren by Kanehito Yamada and Tsukasa Abe is soooooo good. Def a worthy comparison to a series like Delicious in Dungeon with how it is an earnest fantasy that decides to approach the staples of the genre from a novel perspective, altho I love how the atmosphere and tempo is completely different, really recommend for anyone who likes more low energy or relaxing stories. And PLEASE anime fans please watch the adaption when it premieres this fall!!!

I also in this period really enjoyed reading Ai ga Areba Ii no da by Ikuemi Ryou. This year I've read so much text heavy manga so reading one with a lot of silent panels and textless sequences was so refreshing, and really moved Ikuemi up on my priority list, I'm really looking forward to reading more.

Yoko to Tora by Fuyuko Kurosaki was another fun surprise in the sense that honestly when I pick up 4-koma on a whim I don't expect too much (Making Azumanga Daioh my first kinda set the expectations too high), and its no Azumanga but I still found myself wanting to recommend it. Imagine if you will a world where cats are plushie shaped and have the general intelligence of a child meaning they can understand and make themselves understood to humans without speaking, they go to school, and have friends they like to hang out with. This is the world of Yoko and Tora and all of their friends. Much like Chiikawa its the little world building details that elevate it from just another cutesy comedy. But don't get me wrong it is a cutesy comedy.

On a whole other track, Keimusho no Naka by Kazuichi Hanawa (licensed as Doing Time back in 2004), was a really fascinating depiction of life in prison as told by a man who had to do time over illegal weapon possession charges. The vivid details of the interior of the prison and the oppressive routines they had to endure from the people who run it was very enlightening. Not to mention Hanawa's artistic talent is like, crazy to me.

I'm still not making promises but posting on here is something that I want to do, so I'd like to ask if there's a preference to consistent posting (queue running consistently over the span of weeks) or if occasional sporadic bursts (queue runs inconsistently or just for a couple of days at a time) is fine too

#recommendation corner #my scans #frieren cover i had to download bc i borrowed it from the library #long post

[hoedamn-eron]

he found the box of condoms - part 1

Your best friend, Paul, is ranting to you about his father possibly dating someone. It's you, he's dating you.

Warnings: 18+. Drinking happens with some spiciness but nothing explicit and it's all good and consenting (unprotected at first but then it's not, wrap it before you tap it). Age gap, but it is appropriate/legal. Some swearing. I have never seen nor read Dune (yet), so there may be some inaccuracies (Duke and Paul being OOC, stuff like that), but it's Modern!AU anyway. Mentions of taking drugs but not actually being on them. Slightly proofread. Edited on 27/09 because I stupidly mentioned reader being a daughter when it’s a GN fic 😑 Word count: 3,376 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Inspired by BFD by @abelslittlebunny (blog no longer exists, I'm so upset!)

Part 2

“I think my dad is seeing someone.”

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened, looking at Paul, your best friend. His declaration had really taken you by surprise. “Pardon me?”

“I found an open box of condoms in his bedside drawer.”

“Why are you looking in his bedside drawer?”

Paul ignored your question, looking at you with a mixed expression of frustration and confusion as he paced back and forth in front of your place on his (his dad’s) couch. “He’s seeing someone, or someones, and I don’t know why he didn’t feel the need to tell me that he was even dating again.”

It’s you.

You’re the someone.

It had started last summer, after Paul’s graduation, before he was going away to Law school. You had been away travelling Europe since you decided college wasn’t for you (unlike Paul, who obviously excelled at everything he did), and you were visiting your parents, who were throwing yet another summer barbeque; this time it was for Paul’s departure to Harvard Law. You had surprised him, not telling him you were back from your most recent trip to Portugal.

“What the Hell are you doing here?” Paul had asked, wrapping his arms around you in a too tight hug.

“As if I wouldn’t be here for you when you’re going off to Law school!” you cried, hugging him back just as tightly. “I’m so proud of you.”

You and Paul had been friends and neighbours since you were thirteen, when he moved after losing his mother. His father, Leto, had been a refreshing change to the neighbourhood, being that dad that the mothers were fawning over at school drop off – and as you got older, you couldn’t blame them. He was incredibly good looking and had an impressive beard that made all the other dads jealous (including your own). He was truly the silver fox that made everyone fall to their knees (you included, most recently).

You had harboured a harmless crush on Leto since your junior year of high school. You’d always find yourself blushing whenever he asked you about your day at school or if you were hanging out with Paul, he’d ask if you both needed anything. Just with any interaction you had with him really. But he was your best friend’s dad. You knew it would pass, probably when you started travelling.

And it did pass, until you arrived home for Paul’s barbeque, intending to stay for a little while and start to settle down. You were in your mid-twenties, you had had your fun. You wanted to start saving up for your future, and your mother had managed to get you a job at her shop helping with customer orders. Leto had stopped by to drop off some food that your dad was going to cook, and you were making fresh lemonade in the kitchen.

Amidst the conversation he was having with your father (which you weren’t fully paying attention to), you caught Leto’s eye.

All of a sudden, he wasn’t just your best friend’s dad. He was an insanely good looking, single, man, who was looking at you differently to what he used to do. You held his gaze for a moment longer before turning back to the lemonade, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning like an idiot. He was someone that you could admire from afar; you couldn’t have him. Again, it was just your fleeting crush coming back after not seeing him for so long.

But he would call you names that he hadn’t before, like sweetheart, and honey. He seemed to make more of an effort to talk to you about your trips around Europe, and how you were home for good now, planning on working with you mother until you could afford a place of your own (you were only a few hundred away now, which would make dates a little easier). The way he spoke to you made your chest feel warm, and you could feel yourself getting all tingly. He had such a nice smile, you’d always thought so, and he was smiling a little more than he used to as he spoke to you, listened to you.

The next day, as you stepped outside to go to work, you caught him mowing his front lawn. You stopped short, at risk of fainting at seeing him hot and sweaty, and wearing a tank top and shorts, sunglasses perched on his nose. You held tightly onto your car keys, trying to even out your breathing as Leto spotted you. He grinned, stopping mowing to give you a wave.

You barely had the coherency to give back a shaky smile and a quick wave back before you darted to your car, refusing to make any more eye contact. You drove away quickly, not giving much caution to your surroundings as you drove away, fanning yourself as soon as you were out of your neighbourhood, your own body hot and clammy. You blamed the weather, and not your best friend’s dad. Definitely the weather.

After that day, you didn’t see much of him. It was as if he was avoiding you, and you berated yourself. You probably weirded him out with your actions towards him, acting like a hormonal teenager. Of course he was just being friendly, you had looked too much into it and now you’d made him uncomfortable. He’ll be talking to Paul about you, asking him if you were on drugs or something like that. You needed to get a grip of yourself.

But it was so hard to do when he was so good looking.

With Paul’s departure to Harvard, you spent less time at the Atreides’ house, which was good enough for you. At least you could keep yourself in check, making sure this harmless crush goes away. You had even downloaded Tinder, since you concluded it had been that long since your last rendezvous, was what was sending you into a spiral when it came down to Leto Atreides.

One week after Paul left, on a Saturday night, you were home alone as your parents were out of town for the weekend. You spent the night scrolling left and right through Tinder, eating your body weight in snacks and a terrible Netflix film on in the background which you hadn’t paid a scrap of attention to. You were contemplating going out last minute just to have something to do when the doorbell rang, causing you to jump slightly. You sigh as you stand, padding your way to the front door, wary since it was late at night and dark out. Only familiar people and murderers come knocking at night.

Your eyes widen as you see Leto through the glass in the door, a bottle of wine in his hand. Your brow furrows as you open the door, looking between his gorgeous face and the bottle of wine. “Hi, Leto.” You lean lightly against the door as your eyes settle on his warm, brown ones. “What brings you over?”

Leto doesn’t answer straight away, swallowing nervously as his eyes trace over you. You were suddenly self-conscious, since you were only wearing a large, oversized t-shirt with a pair of shorts. Leto seems to remember where he is and he lifts the bottle of wine. “Thought you could use some company.”

You hold back a smile as you move aside, letting him into the house before you closed and locked the door behind you, remembering the murderer comment.

“You’re okay on your own?”

You walk through to the kitchen, Leto following you, before working on opening the bottle of wine from the bottle opener he knows is in the drawer, you find some wine glasses in the cupboard. You nod at his question, reaching for the glasses. “I’ve been on my own before. And I am twenty-five, Leto.”

You hear him chuckle behind you, the sound of the cork popping lightly from the neck of the bottle. “I forget how old I am.”

You give a soft smile as you close the cupboard, both wine glasses in hand. “You’re hardly old.”

“Coming from you, that means a lot.”

You hand him a glass, your fingers lightly brushing against each other for a brief moment, causing a tingle to go up your arm and down your spine. He pours a glass for each of you as you tell him, “Don’t sell yourself short, we all love a silver fox.”

Leto lightly snorts into his wine glass, shaking his head before taking a sip. “You’re flattering me.”

“You did over a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon,” you said, grinning at him before taking a sip of your own glass. “Come on,” you motion for him to follow you back to the living room, which he does without pause. “I was just watching…whatever this is.” You wave nonchalantly at the TV, where the cheesy film was still playing and the leads were sharing a kiss in the rain.

“I didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing.”

“I’m not,” you reply, sitting on the couch and folding your legs underneath yourself, Leto sitting next to you. “It was background noise. I was…scrolling through Tinder.”

You said it quietly, almost embarrassed at being caught doing it, even though you were a fully grown, single, adult.

Leto groaned, the sound causing you to involuntarily shiver lightly. You took another drink of your wine so you had something to think about other than the noises he made. “I’ve done that before, it never got me anywhere.”

“You?” you asked, your eyes wide as you look at him in amusement. “You were on Tinder?”

Leto laughed as he looked at you with a pointed look. “Even someone as old as me wants some company sometimes.”

You roll your eyes but you feel a blush crawling up your chest and neck to your cheeks. You sip at your wine to hide it. “You’re not old. And anyone would be lucky to have you, Leto.”

You chatted into the night, soon finishing the bottle of wine. You were feeling a buzz, on the verge of being tipsy but not quite there. You were a little more giggly and chatty, your earlier embarrassments about being around Leto forgotten.

After a while, it was quiet between the two of you before Leto let out a small chuckle. “I thought it would have been awkward to be here.”

You look at him curiously. “Why?”

Leto cleared his throat as he looked down at his wine glass. “I initially came here to apologise.”

You raise an eyebrow as you took the last gulp of your wine, nerves kicking in tenfold. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Leto replied, looking at you with an intense look on his face. “I’ve been…I’ve been very rude to you recently, and I’m sorry about that.”

You shook your head, placing your wine glass on the coffee table. “I hadn’t even noticed.”

You had.

Leto was already shaking his head. “No, you have, you’re just being polite. It’s…” he trailed off, before rubbing a hand down his face with a deep sigh. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to say this without coming off as a complete pervert, but I distanced myself because…because I’ve been feeling inappropriate things about you, and I shouldn’t be.”

You stopped breathing. You stare at him, frozen to your spot on the couch. Was this real? Were you dreaming? Had you actually fallen asleep on the couch and now this was what your imagination had come up with? Wine and confessions on the couch on a Saturday night? Had your slightly tipsy mind started hallucinating?

Leto took your silence as a bad thing and tried to explain himself more. “You’re my son’s best friend, and my neighbour’s kid, my friend’s kid, and it’s completely unacceptable and I know I shouldn’t have come over – “

Your hand on his silenced his rambling, him looking away from his wine glass and at you with a slightly helpless look. You traced your finger lightly on the back of his hand, not really realising you were doing it. You gave him a small, closed lipped smile. “It’s okay. Really.”

Leto’s breathing was a little laboured, but he ended up giving you a firm nod. “Okay.”

He paused for a moment before tilting back his wine glass, downing the remaining wine, removing his hand from yours.

You scrambled to get your next words out, in an unusual boost of bravery. “I’ve actually been trying to avoid you too. For the…same reason.”

He froze, staring at you from the side. He had stopped breathing, you were sure of it. You bit your lip, suddenly feeling sober and braver. You shuffled towards him, your eyes watching each other like hawks. He reminded you of a hawk; proud, sharp. His eyes followed you, but he didn’t move away. You found yourself swiftly swinging your legs over his lap, straddling him, your hands landing on his shoulders.

You held back a whimper as you felt his warm hands land on your exposed thighs.

This was really happening.

You played with the curls which sat at the nape of his neck. “Is this okay?”

Leto nodded, not trusting himself to be able to talk. His eyes closed as he leaned forward, his forehead landing on your sternum. You felt him take a few deep breaths before he said, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

You giggled. “Well, we’re both consenting adults, albeit a little tipsy. We can do whatever we want.”

Leto looked up at you, an eyebrow slightly raised. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You were already nodding, biting your lip as you look up at him. “Yes. Absolutely, yes.”

Your night was filled with heady moans and whispers of Leto’s name, as if he was some sort of prayer. He set your body on fire, you’d never experienced anything like this before. Your body had arched against his, his heartbeat against your chest, and hands roamed all over each other, never settling on a place for too long, trying to get as close as possible. It ended what you felt like was all too soon, with a cry against his lips, your whole body shaking underneath him. But he had trailed his lips down your exposed neck, only for the dance to start again.

It had started off as casual, until Leto admitted that he wasn’t actually seeing anyone else. But neither were you. And it was fantastic, Leto treated you better than any other ex-partner had in the past. And the hiding it from others had given you a bit of a thrill for a while, having to sneak next door when you told your parents you were going out.

But that had all come crashing down now that his son had found the open box of condoms that you had purchased last week. You’d been nervous ever since Paul came back to visit – his first visit since you and Leto became an item. And now, you felt like you were just treading water, keeping this a secret from him.

“I’m just…I’m a little hurt that he didn’t feel the need to tell me.”

You heart broke for him a little at the crestfallen look on his face. “Maybe he thought you would be a little apprehensive about it.”

He definitely would be.

Paul shrugged. He stopped pacing and sighed as he flopped onto the seat next to you, burying his face in his hands, his elbows on his knees. “I’m not sure how I should approach him about it.”

“Because you found out by going through his drawers?”

Paul groans your name. “Stop, okay, that’s not important here.”

“He’s a grown man, Paul,” you say. “You’re not a kid anymore, you don’t even live here. Maybe he just finally feels ready to start seeing people again.”

Paul stops, finally lifting his had from his hands to gaze blankly at you before his eyes narrow, scrutinising you. “What do you know?” he asks after a few moments of silence.

A chill descends down your body. He can’t know, not yet. It’ll send him spiralling, knowing his best friend was with his father. You had to break it to your parents first, God that was a day you weren’t looking forward to. You just shake your head at Paul, deciding you had taken too long to answer. “Nothing!”

“You hesitated.”

“I did not – “

“Have you seen him with someone?” Paul leans forward towards you, his eyes widening in curiosity.

Oh God. “I-I haven’t – “

“Now you’re stuttering, what are you hiding?”

“Jesus, Paul, I’m not…” you can’t lie to him. You’ve never been able to lie to Paul. He just always knew when you were, there was no point to it. “Take it up with your dad.”

You both jumped as the front door opened and closed, Leto walking in looking oh-so-scrumptious in a denim shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, sunglasses on his nose, shopping bags in his arms.

His muscled, tanned, manly arms…

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as Paul stood, walking over to his father and taking one of the shopping bags. Leto gave him a smile as he closed the door. “Thanks, Paul.”

Paul nodded as Leto greeted you with your name, the two of you trying to look as nonchalant as possible. Paul followed his dad to the kitchen, out of your eyesight, but you could hear him talking, mostly about how Paul’s new girlfriend was taking him out to dinner that night, before you hear Paul clearing his throat and saying, “When I come back from Chani’s later, can we have a talk?”

You grimaced as you heard the Leto starting to put the shopping away. “Yeah, no problem, bud. Anything serious?”

You don’t hear Paul reply. You stand to say your goodbyes, knowing that they probably won’t say anything with you in the house, but Paul walked back into the living room, grabbing his jacket that was hanging by the door. “I’ll call you later, yeah? After my talk with dad.”

Oh, there will be no way he’ll call.

You nod, not knowing what to say as Paul slipped his jacket on. “See you later.”

You gave him a quiet bye as he left. You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, leaning your hands on your knees as you leant forward, trying to calm your beating heart.

“Does he suspect anything?”

You look up at Leto, who was stood by the kitchen door, his sunglasses off, his brown eyes looking at you in concern.

You shake your head. “No, but he found the condoms.”

Leto inhales through his teeth, pulling a face of someone who had been caught with their hand in the – figurative – cookie jar. “Shit. Does he know – “

“He doesn’t know it’s me.”

Leto sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “I’ll…uh…I’ll tell him I just – “

“It’s been seven months,” you said. “Don’t you think we should…I want to tell my parents.”

Leto stared at you for a few moments, studying you before he finally nodded. “Okay. I’m happy to do that if that’s what you want.”

You nod. “I think it is.”

Leto nodded, hands sitting on his waist, shifting from foot to foot. “I’ll tell Paul tonight then, when he’s back from Chani’s. I suppose he’ll want to talk about the condoms…why was he looking in my bedside table?”

You shake your head, letting out a small laugh. “I’m not sure, he told me it ‘wasn’t important’ when he thought you were dating and didn’t feel the need to tell him.”

Leto groaned, throwing his head back slightly before making his way towards you, his hands sliding around your waist before he buried his head into your neck. You giggled at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin, his warm breath causing you to tremble. “Well then, let’s enjoy this last afternoon together why we can, because I’m sure your father will chase me out of the neighbourhood.”

You laughed again as you felt his hands trail lower down your body. “I suppose Paul won’t notice a missing condom.”

#dune #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides x platonic!reader #leto atreides #paul atreides #oscar isaac #timothee chalamet #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x gn!reader #duke leto atreides #duke leto x reader #duke leto atreides x gn!reader #duke leto x gn!reader #duke leto atreides x reader

[tanmono]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

EPILOGUE, DRAMATIC.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

trigger warning: mildly suggestive.

The daughter of Rhodolite, who is favored by Lord Gilbert, the royal family of Obsidian….

This is the perception of me that has spread throughout the castle.

The 50 strict orders are still in force and the soldiers are keeping their distance from me.

Even making friends is difficult because of the evil emperor——

Emma: Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: What?

Emma: Please take it off.

Gilbert: I don't want to.

When I move my legs on the bed, I can hear the jingling sound of chains.

The shackles carved with roses, said to be made of metal and ore, robbed me of my freedom.

(Not only weapons and ornaments, but also restraints can be made….)

(I don't know how I got into this mess.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Akatsuki: Long time no see, Emma.

Emma: Owner!

——A few hours ago, an old acquaintance, the owner, visited Obsidian Castle as a guest.

He placed a bag containing a large number of books that he always use when going out for business on the table,

He rushes over to me and tries to put his hand on my head.

However, I was pulled from behind and the owner was far away.

Gilbert: You're getting too close, little rabbit.

(So strict….)

Emma:….The owner is kind. He's like a father to me.

Akatsuki: I'm not a father.

Gilbert: I see, father…..I guess I'll have to say hello to you again.

He hugged me from behind as if he was trying to show off.

Lord Gilbert flashed a refreshing smile as usual.

Gilbert: I have your daughter.

Akatsuki:……..

Gilbert: Haha, such a scary face.

Akatsuki:….I didn't tell you about Emma so that you could marry her.

Gilbert: It's fine. I have a nice face, don’t you think so?

Akatsuki: What matters is on the inside.

Gilbert: I’ve been kind to Emma….right?

(That's true, but I wonder how I would feel like if….I'm being threatened.)

Although I tried to nod, the owner's expression was grim.

Gilbert: The evil royal family is taking good care of her. Rest assured.

Akatsuki: I'm just worried.

Akatsuki: In general, I don't think the power-hungry nobles of Obsidian are silent. // It's hard to believe that the aristocracy would remain silent in the face of Obsidian's greed for power.

Akatsuki: This should be happening soon. // They’re making their move soon.

Gilbert: Hehe, who do you think I am?

Gilbert: The ever-victorious marshal never loses. The game is already decided before it begins.

Akatsuki:….That's the only thing I was worried about.

(…..Am I being targeted by people who don't think well of me?)

I've never felt a hint of malice since coming to Obsidian,

It may just be that Lord Gilbert’s skills are outstanding.

(Formidable as an enemy, but reassuring as an ally.)

Akatsuki: Emma, are you having a hard time? // Emma, is everything okay?

Emma: Yes. Even if I have troubles with Lord Gilbert, every day is a lot of fun.

The owner finally softened his expression when I told him with a smile and how I really felt.

Akatsuki: Well, that's fine, but I'm still putting you on leave. // That's fine, but I still treat you like you’re on a vacation.

Akatsuki: If it gets too hard, you can always come back.

Emma: Thank you very much, owner.

Gilbert: I hate meddling. Just accept his resignation.

Akatsuki: You have no right to interfere with the contract between employer and employee.

(I'm also impressed that the owner can talk back so much to the Obsidian royalty.)

The owner quickly arranges the books on the table while Lord Gilbert's lips twitch.

Akatsuki: This time, I got a book from Tanzanite.

(Tanzanite is a land of divination and illusion, so I had the impression there were a lot of mystical books….)

The books on display are mainly academic studies on lore, methods of food procurement in desert areas, methods of growing plants.

And there were many love stories that seemed to have nothing to do with them.

Emma:….Will Lord Gilbert read this romance story as well?

(When I went through the bookshelves in Lord Gilbert's room before, I didn't get that vibe at all…..)

Gilbert: I might read it one of these days, but I asked for it for you.

Gilbert: I thought the books in my room might be a little boring.

Emma: Lord Gilbert…..

(He’s so considerate——)

Gilbert: If I keep a lot of books, you'll stay in my room forever, right?

Gilbert: I don't want to leave you for even a moment, so I think I'll buy you a lot of story books in the future.

(….Yes? I guess that was the right time to be happy.)

Lord Gilbert kisses my hair and smiles gently.

My eyes locked with the owner who was staring at us.

Emma: Um...I think it's time you let me go.

Gilbert: No.

He…kissed me on the ear this time, and my whole face became hot.

(This is so embarrassing in public!)

Even if I try to get out, Lord Gilbert easily suppresses me.

Akatsuki:……

Akatsuki:….I’ll come check on her regularly. If anything happens to my daughter, I'll kill you.

Gilbert: Yes, yes. I will take good care of your daughter, so don't worry...?

Emma: I was thinking about it for a while now, but you’ve been attached to me everywhere and anytime!

As soon as the owner leaves the castle and it's just the two of us, Lord Gilbert makes his point loud and clear.

Even now, Lord Gilbert was holding me in his arms and wouldn't let go.

Gilbert: It can't be helped because I love you, you know?

Emma: I think there is such a thing as an appropriate distance.

Gilbert: This is the distance between lovers, isn't it?

Emma:…Even so, I find it difficult in public.

Gilbert: Is there someone you don't want them to see? // Is it really that bad?

Emma: Not that it's bad, it's embarrassing…!

Gilbert: I see...you don't want anyone to see us flirting with each other?

Emma: Yes.

Gilbert: In that case——

Gilbert: Should I imprison you?

Emma: Why did you come up with the idea of ​​imprisonment!?

Gilbert: Because when it's just the two of us, we can flirt, can't we?

Gilbert: I want to flirt with you all the time. But if you say you can't do it when there are people….

Gilbert: Either I’ll lock you up or kill everyone around you.

Emma: You have to endure it, Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: You're quite brave, aren't you, to force the emperor to endure?

For some reason, Lord Gilbert sat me down on the bed and kneeled on the floor himself.

(I hope you locking me up is just a joke.)

(Then again, this is Lord Gilbert…he would do anything….)

As he lifted my leg, he grabbed the linen nearby and put it on me.

The moment he lightly traced it with his fingers, I felt the weight of cold metal clinging to my skin.

Gilbert: Well then.

(….I have been…shackled!)

After several hours of protest, the sun was beginning to set outside.

The chains on the shackles were tied to the pillars of the bed, and I couldn't seem to remove them by myself.

Emma: I don't want to be stuck here forever.

Emma: Even if it's Lord Gilbert, don't think you'll be forgiven! // Don't think you can get away with anything, even if it's Lord Gilbert!

It was no longer a protest, but a fight.

Lord Gilbert is lying on the bed and playing with my hair while I’m sitting.

(You don't look sorry at all.)

Gilbert: It's not an abuse of power, but an overflow of love for my lover.

Emma:….I'm not convinced.

Gilbert: Ehh— …..Do you hate being with me all the time?

Gilbert: I can't believe that's the extent of your love.

Emma: It's not that I don't like to be with you.

Emma: But, it’s just…..

Emma: What if I told you I was going to lock you up, Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: Thrilling.

Emma: Isn’t that a problem?

Gilbert: Not at all. Because the emperor in name is practically retired.

(…..Right.)

Emma: I can't leave this room forever, can I? // You can't leave this room forever, can you?

Gilbert: I want to be with you all the time.

(This kind of persuasion isn't likely to resonate either.)

Emma:…You’re tough to beat….

Gilbert: Hehe….you might be unexpectedly fond of imprisonment, right?

Lord Gilbert pulls my hand and leans over.

Emma: H—…..

He immediately embraced me and covered my mouth to stop me from protesting.

(…….)

The way his tongue that thrusted inside my mouth was literally like he was trampling me over.

During that moment, my clothes were forcibly disturbed, and cold hands began to violate my skin.

Gilbert: You'll be in the middle of nowhere for eternity, and your body will be poisoned.

Gilbert: Will this become a habit?

Emma:….It won’t….

Gilbert: Even though you look so lewd.

(It's not fair of you to try to force me down like this…..)

In direct contradiction to the fighting spirit in my heart, my body begins to tingle with desire.

Gilbert: I know all your weak points......

see?

Emma: Ah...nn…there——

The way his fingers penetrated my body was bent and stroked on a certain area.

My mind immediately went blank, and my body trembled little by little.

My breathing is severely ragged, and I tried to adjust it.

But soon his tongue flicked my ear, and this time, he carefully assaulted my ear — making it swollen wet.

Emma: No....Aaah——

(I......feel like my mind is going crazy.....)

Even if I tried to escape from the addiction of pleasure, the shackles on my legs will get in the way.

As I shuddered and trembled, Lord Gilbert kept smiling.

Gilbert: You’re so cute.

(….This guy….)

Stripped of the energy to resist, I just curse inside.

If I open my mouth now, all that will come out will be an unbearable moan.

(I wonder….if he's serious.)

(About Lord Gilbert really wants to lock me up in here, forever——)

He is the kind of person who thinks that he must "dominate" in order to feel secure and likable.

I don't mind the argument itself, but it is genuinely annoying.

Gilbert: The more I….love you, the worse it gets.

Lord Gilbert took off his jacket and dropped a sigh of melancholy/sorrow.

Gilbert: I have to keep you tied down, otherwise I'll always be anxious.

Emma:…….

Gilbert: It's easy to force people to comply with fear. But, with my lover, I don’t know how.

Gilbert: Maybe it's because I love you that I'm afraid to trust you.

(….That's why you always cling to me as if to keep those around us in check.)

I've heard that the trampling beast manipulates people's minds.

But the one who loves me is a man, not a beast.

(I guess I didn't express my affection enough that it went as far as imprisonment….)

Gilbert: ——How could you be so serious?

Emma: Eh…..

The gloomy look on Gilbert's face was gone….Lord Gilbert shook his shoulder in amusement.

Gilbert: Ahaha, the imprisonment is supposed to be a joke, you know?

Emma: !?

Gilbert: I promised Akatsuki that I would not do anything that would kill your heart.

(I was aware of that.) // (He was aware of that.)

Gilbert: Do you desire me to lock you up? But you see…..

Gilbert: Since you love me so much, there's no need to break it/resist.

Gilbert: I'm actually doing my best around here. // The balance around here is actually right.

Gilbert: Right now I'm just exploring your tolerance level.

Emma: So it was all in the palm of Lord Gilbert's hand.

Gilbert: Yes.

Emma: If that's the case——

Emma: It’s payback time!

Gilbert: !

I sat up on top of Lord Gilbert and bit his shoulder through his shirt.

This is Lord Gilbert's usual expression of affection.

(But I don't know how much more or less he can take…..)

When I looked into his face to see his reaction, he averted his gaze.

Emma: W…Was it painful?

Gilbert: No, No. It’s just…..

Gilbert: I feel like waking up to a new frontier.

(….Oh, that might not work.)

I pretended it didn't happen and tried to climb down, but he grabbed me by the waist and penetrated me with his heat.

Gilbert: Alright, can you bite me a lot? Shall we bite each other after imprisonment?

Emma: That’s not…..aah!

My body was shaken, and I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto his chest.

Gilbert: Haha, this is fun!

(Really, though, he's a troublesome man….)

Whether he hugs me in front of others, or when it’s just the two of us together.

Lord Gilbert reacts as if he is truly enjoying himself.

Seeing him like that, I couldn't get angry, so I forgave him.

(But, I think it’s true that he’s "scary"…..)

Even though I'm about to be swallowed by pleasure, I kissed Lord Gilbert.

(I hope Lord Gilbert, who distrusts love, will one day feel secure in loving me——)

Again and again, our lips met….as if we were offering the love inside our hearts.

Dear little rabbit.

I thought it was a good idea to lock up the little rabbit, but I guess not.

I need to figure out another way to love you….

If you have any good ideas, please write it to me?

I'll take your opinion into consideration and try to find a compromise.

Come to think of it, since I came to Obsidian, I've never run out of letters to talk about.

Before, I couldn't write anything without your question, but now it seems that's not the case.

I have so much to tell you, so much to share.

That’s strange…..

I haven't wanted to write a letter to someone like this since I was a child.

I used to love writing letters.

Since I am frail and have spent most of my life in bed, letters are the only thing that connect me to the outside world.

I've had a few friends that I've never met face to face, only through correspondence......

My brother, mother, and friends all taught me so much and it was something I looked forward to every day.

After I became a beast, I stopped doing that at all, but…..

Hey, Emma. If you have time to write me a letter again, please do.

I'll keep writing to you too.

Oh, by the way, you have no right to refuse this.

Write a letter or be forced to write one. You have a choice between the two, okay....? — Gilbert von Obsidian.

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen ouji #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikemen gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 04/02/2024

[SFM] The Voice's Day Off

Season 3 No Album Release (Read More) Idle - Garry's Mod

Ripped by NBGMusic

Requested by @undertale-vs-fortnite-who-wins!

Look - To tell you that I was DELIGHTED to see this request come into my askbox would be an absolute understatement. In my coverage of SiIvaGunner through this blog, I want to try and touch on as many different parts of its history as possible, to introduce and remind fans new and old of just how many things have been put on the channel in its life. Yet somehow in doing that, I'd forgotten entirely about the Garry's Mod rips, which given their quality is a damn crime.

For that specific generation of internet users who have only recently turned into adults, it's a universal truth that Source Filmmaker (SFM, for short) fucking rules. Released by Valve onto Steam back in 2012, its the software that the company themselves used to animate cinematics within and to promote their own games from around that time - only now being distributed for free to anyone using Steam to use. This opened the floodgates for a whole new wave of amateur animators to fuck around with all sorts of film-making, either by using Valve's own characters such as the cast of Team Fortress 2 or by using models shared on the Workshop. Not too dissimilar to the chaotic and openly unrefined world of YouTube Poop, the resulting wave of SFM animation would be defined by its imperfections - ragdolling characters, distorted facial animations, and generally crazy over-exaggerated animation placed upon environments that looked noticeably stock and standard by comparison.

On SiIvaGunner, the rips of Garry's Mod (a sandbox game that was often used before SFM to make faux-animations/Machinima) are all made to pay tribute to this specific part of internet culture, with SFM animations made within SiIvaGunner's set of inside jokes. And god, man, [SFM] The Voice's Day Off in particular just brings me back to such a fun time on the channel in general. I'll still likely forever say that Season 2 was my favorite time to be invested in the channel due to just how much constant lore development seemed to be occurring at every moment, but...for as engrossing-yet-absurd as those Christmas Comeback Crisis episodes were, there was something refreshing about Season 3 scaling back on things a bit - yet still letting us keep tabs on it all with side episodes and the Haltmann Archives data logs. And yeah, the channel was still definitely going down a sillier, more chaotic path over the course of the Season, and by the start of Season 4 the lore had effectively been put on hold entirely to focus more on the core of the channel. But the result of that shift in focus has left Season 3 as feeling like a sort of crossroads in my mind: as that period of time where the entire community was still aware of and hotly anticipating any and all lore developments and updates on our favorite CCC characters, while still being fully aware that we probably weren't going to see a new main episode any time soon. We were all just lore aware enough to begin having communal fun with all forms of SiIvaGunner lore-shitposting.

Look, what I'm getting at is: [SFM] The Voice's Day Off is an immensely silly animation, yet what its parodying is the SiIvaGunner lore itself. It's an animation where the entire joke is built on the characterization of SiIvaGunner-original character, more than it is about the pop culture that otherwise influences the channel so much more frequently. I am of course immensely happy with how The Voice was portrayed in his grand return in Season 7's Christmas Comeback Crisis episode, yet in those years of time off between Episode 10 and 11 it was the rips like [SFM] The Voice's Day Off that reminded us in the community that The Voice still existed, and that he still very much mattered. Silly of a video as it may be, it is still just a genuinely funny concept and execution for a parody video, given the genuinely evil characterization he has in the storyline. There's just something so fun about seeing the guy sing and boast about his perfectly normal sunday afternoon, althewhile it consists of just as much murderous rampage as he seeks to indulge in during his time in the canon material. Silly parody content or not, even through the often intentionally crude animation, it really was rips like this that helped inform my understanding on The Voice as a character, in particular his love for the theatrical and the borderline flamboyancy he exudes.

...I feel like this post is delving ever closer into character-overanalysis territory akin to Vote Responsibly!!, but I can't help it - I fucking love SiIvaGunner and its lore, and I find The Voice in particular to still be one of the channel's most compelling pieces. And though it's definitely true that he was turned into more of an in-joke within the community during his years off the clock after Season 2, no doubt in part thanks to rips just like [SFM] The Voice's Day Off...I'm still glad silly shit like it was able to exist at all before his grand return. Because for as often-disconnected as I've felt from SiIvaGunner as a community, it felt damn good to be laughing together over the characterization of our favorite pyramid-headed bastard.

#todays siivagunner #season 3 #siivagunner #siiva #tentative rip name #rip visuals #NBGMusic #the voice inside your head #the voice #christmas comeback crisis #Youtube #sfm #sfm animation #garrys mod #source filmmaker

[jmdbjk]

Rated R for adults:

My anon asks are fixated on who is racking up Instagram interactions and our mens are out here killing us with their sexy. Saddle up people! Chapter 2 is upon us! Get ready to ride! 

I am pretty stoked for this Chapter 2 stuff. Between naked Jimin, Tae, Jungkook and Jin, tattoos, Tae jetting off with other pretty people and partying it up with wild people humping couches in Paris, and now Mr. Sunshine with this dark creepy thing goin’ on...I am on edge waiting for whatever Jimin unleashes on us. 

Some Armys are shocked at what they are seeing at that after party in pictures and video when in my opinion they’re not that big of a deal. Save Tae’s virgin eyeballs! Send out the chastity brigade! 

People think the members have lived this pure life all this time. Have y’all seen that full sleeve of tattoos that Jungkook has? And his piercings? That sort of thing is not something a pure as driven snow South Korean would sport. 

Granted, the fandom is so diverse. Many people from many walks of life are BTS fans. What is mild to me may be extremely pornographic to someone else in another part of the world. Those who live a very sheltered life from all this vulgarity are probably in for more shocking things to come...so to speak.

I know many of you who read my blog think I am joking when I talk about the little hints of bondage fetish we see here and there between Jimin and Jungkook. I’m kinda not joking. Catch those eyebrow raises and those innuendos... “be honest you enjoyed it.” The first time I caught notice of that I had to rewind a few times to make sure I saw what I saw and heard what I heard. Jungkook had to stifle himself here....

However, one of the things that drew me to BTS to begin with was their wholesomeness. I loved that about them. It was so refreshing after seeing naked body after naked body and hearing lyrics about putting my dick in your mouth or my wet-ass pussy or whatever. I mean...where’s the anticipation and titillation if you’re just gonna go straight to the climax? There is no more shock value. WHERE’S THE FOREPLAY IN THAT?

So now, we’ve been told they want to show something more raw, more explicit, as Jimin has stated. Maybe he meant “more straightforward” and not “explicit” as we may interpret it in meaning a full frontal nudity kind of way but I’m game for straightforward too. I like explicit all different ways. This was kinda explicit:

Hobi is revealing this dark aesthetic. The preview pics are interesting, a little unnerving, definitely not the Hobi we’ve come to know up to this point. We will see and hear Friday this new side he wants to show us.

I want to see Mr. Cutie Sexy Lovely come out with something very LUSTY because I know he can pull it off. I want to see all the sides of Jimin, male and female. He’ll have the whole world on their knees panting. If that’s what he wants to do of course. We all know he’s been trying to get naked for us for a long time now.

I want to see more of this Jimin (maybe with less clothing...we can dream right?):

I want the individual members to be able to express anything they want and to any extreme they want. We went from screaming and flailing on the ground when we caught a glimpse of a bare shoulder and now we are seeing bare chests, belly buttons and full naked backs and it’s great because these men are in the prime of their lives and if they want to, they should be able to flaunt everything they have while they have it in tip top shape. 

Perhaps this is the game plan all along. BTS as a group is more wholesome and accessible to a broad audience. The individual members, maybe not so much. But they are in their mid to late twenties and two are about to cross over to thirty. GROWN ASS MEN. 

Oh, I can’t forget pretty JK in his pink and gay Left and Right:

FYI, If you sent me something prior to me posting this that involves Instagram...I deleted it. I’m tired of seeing the words of the erroneously self-righteous and the insecure. If you need attention, please come up with something else more interesting and I will consider it. If you come thinking you are going to prove something, newsflash: I deleted your ask, my time is valuable, use it more wisely. If you just want to talk about Jimin and Jungkook or the other members, I love that, but I’m not gonna re-hash Instagram faux-reality anymore.

#bts chapter 2 #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #min yoongi #grown ass men should do what grown ass men wanna do #jhope jack in the box #i don't mean instagram is off limits #i just mean stop acting like its the only narrative of the truth

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

You have become one of my favorite blogs. For several reasons.

Your art is fantastic.

Your writing is so good. Like really. Never stop.

You're a funny motherfucker.

But the main reason?

You don't give a SHIT.

I'll elaborate lmao

There are so many antis out there. So many petty people who feel the need to drag others for anything they don't agree with. There are Bluffy shippers that get attacked on Twitter, on here and just about anywhere else they decide to reveal themselves. They get shit on and called names for literally NOTHING. Hypocritical assholes who just can't stand when someone is happy with something they don't like. People who act like you're the antichrist for something as stupid as an age gap or something that isn't technically "canon"

I have been a target myself for some of my Bluffy art and it always upsets me. I get my shit screenshot and then I get blasted for something fictional 😕

But you? It doesn't faze you. You couldn't give a fuck less what people have to say, and I envy that so much. You dust off your shoulders and keep creating some of the best Bluffy content I've ever seen. Seriously, I love when you post and you post with zero regrets. I wish I was like you. I wish the antis didn't bother me.

I'm always showing my friends your work and several of us are currently reading your fic. Please don't ever stop creating. You may not know it, but you make me feel seen. That sounds really sappy, but it's true. A lot of people love what you do and we love your don't give a fuck attitude. It's refreshing for the people who are too shy or too afraid to post their work.

It always pisses me off when I find out someone is bullied into silence or anonymity. There is no reason to hate on something that hurts absolutely no one. No one should be afraid to post their art or share their favorite pair.

You shouldn't be afraid. There are fuckers on this site shipping people with animals for fuck's sake. People who draw monster porn, furry porn and fuck knows what else. And you're feeling scared to post a ship that has an age gap? Fuck, that just doesn't sit right with me. They're literally both adults. Didn't Damon and Stefan Salvatore flirt with a literal high school girl? The age gaps in Supernatural are wild as fuck. (And just to be clear, I'm not hating on those fandoms. I love me some vampires and demons🥴)

Not to mention the people the same fucking age as Luffy shipping themselves with Buggy? Everyone seems okay with that. It's hypocrisy at it's finest, kid.

Fandoms can be extremely toxic and I'm so sorry you got treated so horribly. My blog will always be a safe space and I will never stop posting or answering my asks. I do hope at some point, you feel confident enough to post again. Antis will never go away and they'll never stop being complete assholes. There's no reason for them to screenshot your shit and blast it. A block button is a beautiful thing. They have options, and every time, they choose to act holier than thou. There are times it does bother me. It really just pisses me off more than anything else, but it's not gonna stop me. I'm not hurting a single damn person and neither are you.

I'm flattered that you love my work so much and that you share it with whoever you can. Fuck what they say. Keep making whatever art you like and shove it down their throats. Eventually, they'll see that their behavior has no effect on you and they'll back off. And if they don't? Fuck it. Keep drawing anyway.

Idc who you are. I'm someone you can come to if you need to talk. I'll listen and let you get it all out. Life is hard enough and I'll never understand the people out there who want to make it worse. That's not me.

#one piece #anon ask #answered #buggy the clown #monkey d. luffy #buggy x luffy #buggy #luffy #one piece netflix #bluffy #im so fucking tired of antis #buncha idiots crying over a fictional fucking couple #get over yourselves and let people be fucking happy #ffs

[fcrir]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

I've had Zack for a long time actually since 2017 maybe ? He's one of my frequent muses but it's been some time since I brought him back on tumblr ... initially I picked him randomly at a time of depression I just wanted an escape from the circle of people I knew and he became one of my comfort muses, the fandom was lovely and the people I met there were even lovelier back then, aside from that ? I just love him, he's my favourite in vii I played crisis core so many times and cried a lot :"))

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Smut, I'm from a culture where we keep these things private and it's very uncomfy for me to look at, but to each their own, I'm chill as long as no one forces it on me. Endless angst as well gets on my nerves, don't get me wrong I LOVE angst, but I've wrote with blogs that keep writing it without a plot whatsoever and keep forcing it on you that's a no no for me.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

I enjoy writing characters with complex emotions, those who are often lost in their own head in reflection. Characters who have conflicting morals and double personalities. But as in a genre I'd say a mix of everything, I love fluff, cheesy romance, angst, all of it.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

A few years back I used to sit down and do research for ten paragraph worth of headcanons, now i just toss whatever I'm thinking about on a post and call it a day LOL

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

I used to listen to music but I find it better nowadays to do it in silence

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

I do, part of the reason why I'm slow is because of how much I plan. English is not my native language and more than often I need to be reading to refresh my vocabulary, so on certain days I read, on others I try to use what I learn in writing. When it comes to posting, I found it better to post one thing a day, a slow strategy but made a significant change in my motivation, I know I don't have to be in a rush that way and pour everything I have into a thread ♡

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Yup but not as extravagantly as the tumblr folk. I tried the whole multi ship thing and at the end of it all I saw was repetition and the aspect of shipping began to lose its appeal a little too quickly. Imo some characters act differently when in love and at the end of the line you lose the essence of that character. Now listen I do go ham when shipping but I prefer if it was with one person I know and possibly am friends with, communication is key after all, but that's just my preference

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Iris

ᴀɢᴇ?

24

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

May 16th

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Blue, red, black

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Paid in full by sonata arctica

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Uhhhhh in full ? Maybe hard target

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Tell me that you love me ( it's k drama I know shush )

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Teardrops - sonata arctica

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Anything pasta related and some good ol ramen yummm

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

Summer, I do not vibe with the cold

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

She's not on tumblr anymore but I met her through it, I just annoy her on discord and she luuuuuvs me

Tagged by: @brokeniisms ( thank you bb ♡ )

Tagging: STEAL IT

#*.⠀⠀⠀out of character⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀ooc !⠀) #// ah this was fun thank you :3 #// I managed to fill up the queue so I'm allowing myself to mess around a lil huehuhue

[catherinetcjd]

I posted 293 times in 2022

That's 66 more posts than 2021!

267 posts created (91%)

26 posts reblogged (9%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@blueheavensims

@gayars

@catherinetcjd

@amythestfenix

@hugelunatic

I tagged 269 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#catherinetcjd - 254 posts

#sims 2 - 186 posts

#ts2 - 180 posts

#sims 2 lot - 86 posts

#ts2 lot - 78 posts

#sims 2 house - 60 posts

#ts2lotmakeover - 47 posts

#ts2 house - 46 posts

#maxis makeover - 33 posts

#sims 2 cc - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 37 characters

#how to make maxis makeovers permanent

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Micro House

Starter House based on RL house in Hohenecken, Germany This is a sloped lot - the back of the lot is slightly higher than the front. 1 bedroom - 1 bathroom - carport - pet friendly -

The architects describe the form as "familiar and yet strange". "Depending on the angle it appears small and compact or long and slim," they explained. "A space continuum with differentiated spatial impressions ranging from narrow and wide, low and high to small and large."

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There is No Custom Content Included.

Lot Size: Lot-Adjusted 20X10 Lot Price (semi-furnished): $19,825

DOWNLOAD @ SFS

87 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#4

This is a Complete Overhaul of the Specialty Lot Bin.

Every property (17 apartments and 2 hotels) has been edited, fixed, improved, cleaned, and now comes with a custom thumbnail. Many of the lots have been shrunk, and three of them have 2-Step foundations.

After installing these files, the next time you open your Specialty Lot Bin, it should look a lot better, and the apartments should be easier to use. Your sims will be able to move-in and start living - without having to worry about missing fire alarms, telephones, and nasty sim references.

Read more »

Cross-posted to MTS. 

DOWNLOAD @ SFS - install instructions are included

Here is Part 1 - LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ a complete Lot Bin overhaul

And Part 3 is coming soon - new sizes for empty lots...

135 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#3

Change Max Slope Value

Do you want to place lots where you want them? Regardless of a steep slope? Then this trick is for you!

- When you place one of the game's empty lots down in your hood - this mod allows lot placement without changing the terrain. Empty lots will no longer automagically flatten; you will be able to build according to the lay of the land. You can build off the side of a cliff with this mod!

- When placing lots from the LotBin (pre-built lots) - you can place them on slopes, and uneven terrain without issue. This will not change the terrain inside the lot; it will conform the terrain around the lot to match. You can populate the "ridge" in Belladonna Cove with houses now!

Read more >>> (with a sneak peek at my gravity defying Cliff House) & get the file/SFS

The file is the same as I’ve published before - I just refreshed the info and added new pictures to better show what this does. I’ll be posting this to MTS soon, along with a Cliff House that uses it... So, I thought I should repost here. ;)

162 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#2

32 Lot-Adjusted Empty Lots

Have you always wanted to build on small 1X1 lots? Or have a smaller sized beach lot for your surfer shack? Well, now you can! I have done all the Lot-Adjusting work for you. 😉

These lots were made with the UC installed. If you don't have all the EPs/SPs (or at least AL/M&G as your highest one,) you prolly can't use these! (I provided links below, for similar "empty lot" collections - some of them don't need all EP/SPs.)

ALL possible lot sizes are included (within the game's original size limit of 6X6) - including Beach lots.

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Cross posted to MTS.

DOWNLOAD @ SFS - Install instructions are included

Here is Part 1 - LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ a complete Lot Bin overhaul

And Part 2 - LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ the Specialty Lots Bin

376 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

LotCatalog Refresh Project ~ a complete Lot Bin overhaul

This is a Complete Overhaul of the Lot Bin. Every lot has been fixed, improved, cleaned, and now comes with a custom thumbnail. Many of the lots have been shrunk, and several of them have 2-Step foundations... After installing these files, the next time you generate a new TS2 Saved Game your lot catalog ("Lot Bin") should look a lot better, and the houses should be easier to use. Your sims will be able to move-in and start living - without having to worry about missing fire alarms and telephones, nasty sim references, or if they paid too much for extra acreage they just don't need. I really tried to keep EA/Maxis' original intent for the houses in the Lot Bin. They are meant to be a "starting point" for your sim families. I tried to keep each lot's original 'flavor'... Every Lot Bin house/lot has been edited and has a custom thumbnail...

Read More >

Download on MTS

391 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

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[simpforroses]

1 Year Blog Anniversary

—Law’s hat addition on my persona recommended by another lovely artist/writer @starrybrujita 💖 (it actually suits the Lady of Heart anniversary dress I designed lol)

It’s surreal how it’s been a year! Thank you to all 163 of you for taking a look at my small art corner on here and leaving a follow, along with all the positive and substantial feedback for miscellaneous creations I make too ❤️ It makes me happy to see that I can inspire some emotion and make someone’s day through my works or surprises that I sometimes do on a whim, as I take pride and genuine time in everything I make, since most of what I create here is from scratch and from the heart, whether it be art, writing, graphics, ideation, etc. As some may notice, I’m not as active as I used to be last August-March due to work and other reasons, but it was an experience being on the content-creating & active side of things, after years of only using this platform as a passive viewer for hobbies and fandoms ☺️ Once again, I can’t believe I made it this long and I am grateful for your support! 🌹

‼️Important Notes (please read)‼️:

-> I’ll continue posting art here & try for a rebound, but will go back to square 1 with making art for its own sake, without tagging people on my main account’s artwork—for now—to see how this blog continues organically (unless someone asks for a taglist or to be tagged. If so, please feel free to let me know which characters/content-type 😊). At the beginning & when I was most active, I usually was the one taking the 1st step towards people, bending over backwards, and speaking up for others, even if it did not directly affect me or could be shown on the surface-level of this blog, because in my mind, taking initiative was, and is, the right thing to do, even if it meant being ignored, burned, or blacklisted…it’s been a ride with ups & downs, but now it’s time I take a step for me.

->After some positive surprises on here during this week, I chose to set refresh instead of going with my other consideration to leave, so this blog can re-gear into the direction that I wanted it to be when I 1st started: a place that is artistic, fun, & unapologetically me, that still remains honest in integrity, actions, confidence, and eloquence of expression. I’ve tried quietly fading out from here, but wind up being pulled back in, in some way, so I may as well come back with a new approach. There are many things I can and wanted say about what led to these reflections. But, I won’t. After all, this is a small space that likes to make humble personalized tokens of happinesses, with big ideas, a big knowledge cache, and a bookish girl who only has 2 hands & voice that speaks more than what is seen or heard. Plus I’m going for a refresh, so I only look forward to what I can create from now on. I named this blog a “Shop of Embroidered Hearts” for a reason, after all ❤️ Though, I’ll also start being more active on Instagram by the same usernames:

@/simpforroses for general main art | @/scalpelandrose for OC/self-ship | @/michelle.hong is my personal account for general interests, memes, and hobbies. —I feel that who I am as an individual does not suit or ‘fit’ into what the Tumblr fandom environment is or has evolved into. After months of half-resolutions & holding out, I want to test my options with both platforms to see what happens (the ‘/‘ are there so there aren’t any pings)

I will be opening a digital commissions option sometime soon, as I now have a good workflow & am more confident in my skills 🎨

Writings & focused OC/self-ship content will still be on my sideblog or on my Blogger site once I fully set that up (for more personal freedom of content when it comes to naughty graphics) 🌹

I’ll still be around in the background per usual when I can ❤️ Occasionally for a few inbox drops, reblogs, or writing events when invited.

Thank you -M. 🌹

#one year blog anniversary #one year #michelle muses #personal thoughts #artist on tumblr

[punkmacabre]

if it's not yet obvious already after getting sick, taking on a summer class and with the holidays coming up, i'm gonna place this blog on a hiatus at the moment ! i love john and writing him with my entire being but i think post holidays i may do another blog refresh and have a proper arc / info sorted for him because there's so much and i forget not everyone can read my mind lsdkafj. you can still find me on discord ( kisscfvenus ) if you ever want to chat or plot but until then happy hannukah ( and happy holidays < 3 ) to those who celebrate, i love and hopefully will be back with lots more energy !!

#◜ ♱ : [ ᶠⁱᵍ ⁰⁰ ] out of character. #im so sorry to just ghosting to those i owe replies #but i hope you understand and i hope to write with everyone when i come back <3