#“yeah i know what your rules are. i'll follow them when it makes sense but otherwise i'll make my own”

[coldflash-corner]

Also this Barry still clearly has a GIGANTIC crush on Snart, and they definitely do their whole totally-not-flirting routine everytime they talk

Which makes it fun for the other people involved XD

Concept in my head, also writing prompt

so, i have an AU.

Maybe like, an alternate earth that like, Flash Barry crosses into

mayb not

where snart became a cop, for whatever reason, but still has some of his jaded personality- he doesn't think cops are perfect. full stop. But he is trying to make the streets a safer place, at least

And Barry in this world, ends up in the criminal sphere, and he is partners with Mick. But not quite the same master thief type thing that Mick and Snart were in the main universe, tho def illegal measures taken nonetheless

With Barry and Snart being the same kind of rivals they were in the show, but get this

Barry is still the one trying to "save" Snart, from his issues, while not addressing his own. While Snart keeps the line with Barry open because he sees that Barry is trying to do good, just in not so good ways, and sees Barry as someone worth not giving up on just yet

Anyway idk, just. Thinking about it

[parfaitblogs]

present enough for me ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you're decorating your apartment with your boyfriend, you're all too clumsy, and really, who makes glass baubles these days? 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: established relationship. decorating a christmas tree. mentions of blood. joking about murder and prison (it makes sense i promise). puts up with your shit!spencer reid.  word count: >1k a/n: short n sweet little thingy to keep us going this holiday season ♡

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Everything had happened so fast. 

One minute, you were hanging a bauble on the tree, Spencer's ever so familiar voice reverberating around the room as he recites information you had to applaud him for knowing. 

Facts like, "Did you know Germans celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve? Because technically, Jesus was born on the night of the 24th. It's like this for a lot of European countries, actually." And, "Orthodox Christmas is on January 7, because Orthodox centric countries like Serbia, Belarus and Russia follow the Julian calendar, instead of the Gregorian one we do."

And, unfortunately, Spencer Reid's info-dumping is not annoying, but attractive to you. You oftentimes find yourself keenly listening in as he rattles off facts about things you'll probably never understand to the extent he does. Though, he does love over explaining just so you can comprehend some part of it. 

It had, evidently, led to you becoming a bit too distracted by your boyfriend halfway across the living room, adorning the television with tinsel, and resulted in your hand slipping as it slid a bauble onto the faux snow tree branch. It had fallen, and shattered, shards of it exploding across the wooden floor. 

You curse aloud, taking an instinctual step back, eyebrows furrowing. 

"Are you okay, angel?" Spencer calls, and you cringe at the sight of the pieces of bauble on the floor, though nod your head regardless.

"Yeah. You should see the other guy," you mumble, crouching down to the floor to pick up shards of the bauble. 

"No, don't touch—" he's cut off by your hiss as the sharp edge of the bauble slices your skin, your other hand that was already nursing some pieces, closing into a fist around them.

"Fuck," you seethe again, all the shards dropping to the floor at your — arguably stupid — mistake.

"The first health and safety rule when you drop glass is don't pick it up with your hands," Spencer scolds, his slippers padding against the floor as he heads over to you. His hand wraps around your forearm and he picks you up, shaking his head. 

"Okay, well, what idiot makes glass baubles?" you retort. 

"What clumsy idiot buys them?" he shoots back, and you huff because, well, he's got you there. 

"You're supposed to be supportive and nurturing," you mumble, though you're sure if Spencer overbearingly attempted to console your injured hand immediately, you'd question if he's sick.

"I can multitask," he answers, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Up."

You jump off the ground as he picks you up, carrying your body over to the kitchen stool, where he sets you down, away from the crime scene that is a shattered, bloodied bauble.

"It looks like that bauble tried to murder me," you say, staring at the scene. 

"I'll put some caution tape around the tree until it goes to trial."

"I vote two consecutive life sentences."

"Two? What's the second one for?"

"Conning me," you grumble.

He laughs as he disappears into the guest bathroom, just to reappear with the bright red First Aid kit, placing it on the kitchen counter next to you.

"Hand, please," he says, standing in front of you, and you hold out your palm. "Oh yeah, this is pretty bad, huh?"

"I can handle it," you huff, puffing your chest up. "A soldier never shows fear."

"My brave girl," he says, using baby wipes to clean up the blood, gently. "Did it get you anywhere else?"

You shake your head, wincing at the pressure — however slight — over the cuts on your skin. "Just my hands."

He nods his head, and once the blood is cleaned, he's soothing them with some antiseptic cream, trying to keep his touch as featherlike as possible. 

"I liked that bauble too," you mumble as he begins wrapping a bandage around your hand. 

"It's the same as the thirteen other one's of its design in the pack."

"No. It was special," you reply, shooting a glare at Spencer, who surrenders almost immediately. 

"Okay," he slowly nods his head, only really indulging in your antics to humour you. And maybe himself. 

Once your hand was wrapped up, and Spencer had given you a kiss for your undeniable bravery, you were bounding back over to the tree to finish adorning it with trinkets and other decor. 

"Please be careful," he warns, though abandons his post on the other side of the living room to help you with the three. 

Just in case. 

"I'm super careful."

He shoots you a look, that you match with a shit-eating grin, and then you're delving back into decorating the tree. 

By the time you're done, you are not any more injured, and the tree is lit up with an assortment of colours and glitter, and you're smiling, leaning against the television cabinet to admire it. 

The television cabinet dressed with a collection of candles, candle holders, tinsel, and a festive table runner you forgot you even owned. 

A table runner your hand was resting on.

And Spencer was too late in warning you, and your hand swings forwards, before you trip and land flat on your ass.

He doesn't help you up this time.

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[leconcombrerit]

This thing had been rotting in my files for a year (minus three weeks but that's basically a year). It was a redraw of one of my first ever pieces for this fandom, and I still find it quite okay if a little stiff in places, so I thought I might as well share it since I don't draw that much anymore.

And then I had second thoughts, which obviously led to me posting it anyway, as you can see, but I realized I've almost made it a point not to draw anything related to Sasi anymore. As in at all. I can't, and I don't want to, and even sharing old art feels a bit 'meh'. It's too directly linked to my long going art block.

What I mean by that is that if I took all the followers I have out there and asked them what they know me or initially followed me for, you might have a fair amount of Lis 2 and the occasional Desert Bluffs afficionados, but you'd get an overwhelming majority of Sanders Sides. Sanders Sides fashion posts even. I was by no means famous for it or anything, but at my small artist scale, it was the biggest success I had.

And it makes it much harder to go back to it at all now. One, because I don't give a damn about the show anymore. Two, because I haven't been properly obsessing over anything in a while (there was a series early this year but given the actual emotional distress I get thinking about it I'm ruling it out). I haven't had real engagement from my own brain, nor real engagement from a broad audience -which makes sense, I'm not posting for anything that will reach a broad audience. But it takes its toll regardless.

Even when I finally finished writing a long fic, I couldn't help but feel 'all this for what ? Ten people or so and two hundreds have dropped it ?'. Which is a bad way to think about stuff you write for your own enjoyment but, you know, the brain gets happy with external validation even if you pretend really hard you don't care.

And so it feels tempting to go back to the golden goose just the time to get the creative juice pumping back, and I try, and I always end up frustrated and angry and feeling even less like making art that before. I'm not having fun with Sasi. Like an old friend you have nothing to say to and yet you have so much to say otherwise, so you get a bit frustrated, you know ? Not sure I'm making much sense, but that's how it feels. I want to have something like that again, but it won't be with Sanders Sides, and I somehow just want if off my radar.

It was left hanging, then lost its spark, and then I stopped caring altogether and I most likely won't even watch the finale when it does come out. I'm over it. I wish I wasn't though, because it does feel like the artistic spark won't come back all on its own this time, and the buzzing community made it so much easier to bounce back and do shit when your brain got wired all wrong.

It sounds like I'm just bawling after love and likes and stuff, and I guess that's part of it, in a way ? Like I'm in no place to do things for myself, and seeing the one thing I used to use to get back in the flow giving me a bored sense of dread doesn't feel too great.

Yet this drawing is still good ! I find it good ! I don't remember everything, but I can tell from the looks of it that I spent a while on it ! It's nice ! I should celebrate that. So I'm sharing it. I think it will be the last piece of Sasi I ever share, though. I'm not watching the finale when it comes out. I don't care about it. I'll just keep doodling my OCs and characters from cool books every once in a while. I'll write little things.

I just really, really need to stop trying to go back to it when it's clearly not working and not even for good reasons. It was a fun ride though ! So yeah. Basically. A whole ass rant for a one year old piece of art. I'm in my bi-annual depresso mood, nothing too surprising there.

[goldsbitch]

That second flight

part 4 to That one Christmas flight

summary: What happens when people stop lying to themselves? Sometimes, you get a good night out of it.

warnings: cheesy af, swear words and alcohoI guess, cliche probably, typos most definitely

Do not fuck it up, do not fuck it up, do not fuck this up.

Hey you? What kind of a message even is that? Ugh. She ruined it. Now she will have to move away and start her life again.

The weather forecast predicted high levels of overreacting for today.

He must have liked the cool girl vibe she somehow gave of on the plane. Y/N prayed for the gods of cool vibes to bless her again.

Lando was just about to start an interview for Sky Sports when he received her message. He imagined this was how it felt to win a podium. On the top of the world. He gave an absolutely charismatic, energetic and funny interview. One that would surely create lots of gifs on the socials. PR manager even high-fived him when they finished. To be honest, he could not wait for a moment of solitude so that he could reply.

"hey" he started. "so I broke the rule, ups" Her reply came instantly.

"I've noticed. But then again, you radiate speeding tickets vibe from miles away. So no surprise."

He smiled, well aware of how efficient the Italian ticketing was running.

"paid one last week, so you got me there" "so, how's your cool student life going?"

"Trying gain some wisdom, as people just feel free to call me dumb on social media these days."

"compliments come in a variety of forms, don't discriminate"

From now on, there was no way back.

//

The next few days consisted of constant texting. Joking around, sending pictures capturing their daily life - both of them keeping in secret that lots of the information shared was nothing new. They were careful, somewhat distancing themselves from any real deep topics. But, days felt like blur, waiting for the next text to come and somehow managing to live the real life in between that. Y/N stayed in most evenings, almost making her friends concerned.

It did not take long enough for famously patient Lando to getting sick of it. They had a week between the next three week round of races. It was now or never. He missed one chance by being mr. mysterious, so mr. direct it was now.

"so, lady. what are you doing this weekend?" he asked out of the blue.

"I dunno. Probably studying, I guess."

"well, you're smart enough, you can skip that. let's meet up."

Y/N pretended to herself that she was second guessing. She headed out, to the bar where her friends were hanging out before they planned on heading to some faculty party. She felt joining them suddenly. Sat quietly, listening to their usual chit chat. Her charade lasted about seven minutes.

"Yes. Let's." she texted and threw her phone deep down to her bag. She was nervous, heart racing and mind quite not catching up yet.

"I need to tell you guys something," she interrupted them and almost demanded immediate attention. Questioning looks followed. "Uh, so I met this guy on a plane. And I'm gonna see him again this weekend."

Saying it like that, she realized that it was all kind of real and that she probably could not explain it in words how bizzare it all felt.

"Aw, that's cute! Tell us more!" Teresa clapped excitedly, the whole weird vibe surrounding her friend making more sense now.

Y/N expected her friends to be more shocked. "Um, yeah. It's just this guy. I don't really know how it's gonna happen, but yeah."

"Is he coming here? Can we meet him?"

Y/N kept the information that they already did to herself. Just in case she is left stranded alone and disappointed.

"I don't...I don't know actually. Yeah."

"We will do as we always do - sharing location and staying by if needed, honey."

Y/N missed a text notification. "great. i'll fly you out to somewhere where we can be alone, not to sound too creepy."

//

She landed an hour after him. Lando sent a picture of him waiting at the airport cafe.

He booked the best hotel room he could find. Well, technically he booked two rooms. Just in case she wanted to keep her distance or if by any chance he fucked up so royally, that she would refuse to share space with him. At least, he could walk away from this like a gentleman.

Since she last him, she forgot just how hot this guy was in person. Seeing him, sitting casually sipping coffee and glued to him phone, she took a moment to study him. It was as if he was tailored specifically to her taste. His clothes covering his godlike body, not too muscular but enough for the sight of his arms sending her to different dimension. The origin of her audacity she had to be the first one to talk to him on the plane was unknown to her. There was no more panic left in her body, as she had done nothing but panicking the whole flight.

She walked and sat opposite to him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey yourself," she replied. There was a moment of awkward silence. Turns out there was a bit of panic left in Y/N after all. Last week she though she'd never see this guy. And now she was staring in his eyes.

"Do you want some coffee?," he asked innocently. He looked her up and down, excited to see her. All of his worries he refused to acknowledge were gone. After all, she got up and flew here just to hang out with him. The reality of this filled him with confidence.

"Yes. A small tiny espresso with no milk."

"Great. Let's grab that and hit the road."

Lando's car might have as well run on butterflies alone present in his vehicle. There was absolutely no way for him to drive some random rental car, so he called up McLaren people to provide him one for the night. It came up in the same conversation when he requested personal time off. Both things came to a certain level of surprise, as he had never done this before. Y/N knew she had to work on a group project for one of her minor classes. Just like him, she had done something she would not have dared - and completely ghosted her group for this weekend.

"You look nice, btw," he commented casually.

"Well yeah, when you're not on an overnight flight across half of the world wearing airport attire, it makes thing easier."

"Hm, I would say sweatpants have some magic to them."

It was hard for Y/N to get the image of him out of her head.

"So, where is my lovely kidnapper taking me?"

They discussed prior to this that the vibe they would like out of this was a casual dinner and then finding the shittiest club possible and have some fun, trying to remain as private as possible yet within the vicinity of the small Italian city.

"My assistant found this lovely little place in the centre. Don't get mad, but I had him completely book it out. You know, the privacy thing," he said with more insecurity than one would expect.

Y/N picked up on that and tried to lighten up the mood. It seemed a bit excessive to do that, but he probably knew what he was doing.

"Your assistant," she gagged over dramatically. "Jesus, am I not worth enough for you to google on your own? Mr. Busy man. Was he also the one who found me online them?" she joked?

"I'm sure I'd have to hire a special person to that if I planned on outsourcing it."

"Creep."

"You love it."

And she did.

He parked in front of the restaurant, without a care for the world.

"So you're telling me we're making a big deal about keeping a secret that you're here, yet you decide to park like a proper asshole?" she remarked while he opened the door for her. Jokes were making her focus on something else than the fact she was falling for him too hard.

"Oh, you're going absolutely hate my plan," he laughed as they were entering the full on empty restaurant.

"Wow, look at that. I invited all my friends!" he whispered to her ear before addressing the owner.

"Hello, you must be Dario?"

This Dario person smiled brightly at him. "Ah, mister Papaya!" Lando nodded and Y/N rolled her eyes. Dario then started speaking Italian without a care of the world. Language wise deaf Lando did not count for the fact people just did not speak English in this part of Italy. A tiny crack in his plan. What was he suppose to do, call Carlos? But, Y/N having spend a good year or two studying there was there to ease the situation. She whipped out her B1 Italian and greeted the man. Dario's happiness filled up the room.

He seated them and immediately brought local red wine and giving a long talk about where this wine was from and how his grandma used to pick up the grapes herself and how the notes did this and that. Y/N tried to translate at the beginning, but Dario looked like was ready to give a TED talk. She started to loose the grasp of the story, which Lando observed. And like good gentleman he helped her out. No, of course not, when he saw her getting lost, he put on a super interested face and asked about seven follow up questions. Y/N was super annoyed. The kind of annoyed that creates a smile on your face.

When this showdown finally ended, Y/N nearly gulped the wine down. "So rude, Dario just said, you're suppose to sit it and let it roll," said Lando and with too much affect sipped his wine. "Aah," he took a deep breath and the bit his tongue. Y/N stuck her tongue out completely like a five year old child. "Yes, I can see your red tongue, that's also one of the reasons why you sip it."

They sat, talked and laughed. He seemed genuinely interested when she blabbed a little bit too long about her latest projects. And then he asked her for a feedback on his latest merch, which by sheer coincidence included lots of photos of him. It was hard to admit how much he enjoyed the idea of her looking at him.

"So, um. I'm not sure I understood Dario correctly. But it looks like he insists on getting us the local speciality," she said hesistantly.

"Well, only if his grandma would approve. But why is this strange look on your face?"

"I must have gotten it wrong. Because burnt pasta just sounds wrong. If I wanted that, I could have stayed and have my roommate cook for us."

"Hm, that is an interesting idea." Lando pretended he did not know her roommate's name.

Once Dario brought out the burnt pasta, the couple had a hard time not to laugh.

"When in Rome...well not in Rome, but you get the idea."

"Why is this good?" Y/N proclaimed with her mouth full to the limit.

Lando laughed. "Ah, we have a lady at the table, I see. I mean yeah, I am not supposed to be having pasta now, but this is so weirdly good."

They finished their strange pasta and the bottle of wine. Said goodbye to Dario, Y/N tried not to think on how much it cost to close a restaurant down.

"Wait, what are we going to do about the car? We can't drive now."

"Not to sound like a complete asshole, but I'd like we remove the WE from any sentence including driving now at the beginning, if that is ok. And like I said at the beginning, you're gonna hate this."

"Go on, Lando boy. Tell me."

"Yeah, the car was provided by my employer. And they really need me, so I'm just going to leave the car here to get towed and inform them later."

"Jesus, why!"

"Well, I figured we'll get a taxi in the morning. I want to enjoy all the time I have with you. Dealing with the car is not on the menu today."

There was nothing for Y/N to reply. She was having too much fun to be thinking.

They found what seemed to be the shittiest bar playing 80's and 90's songs, weirdly colored lights swinging out of the rhythm and with people there consisting of old papas and few probably underaged kids. They brought their own wine bottle from Dario, Lando paid 100 euros for two glasses and for the bartender leaving them alone. It did not take long for Y/N to break out to the dance floor. Lando watched her clumsy yet somehow elegant moves for a moment, before he joined her. They danced, as if they were the only people there, laughing and completely ignoring the looks they were getting. And to the tones of remix of Brother Louis, they kissed again. And this time, they kept kissing until late hours, hand roaming around each other, as if they were two teenagers making out for the first time.

part 5

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[wikipediette]

emotional motion sickness

General g/n headcanons (an analysation of abuse in the relationship); mentions of abuse dynamics in relationships, talks of physical, emotional, and mental abuse, if these topics trigger you please dont read

so I'll start with the idea of being on earth with Jimmy, I'd like to imagine that curly set you two up, hoping that you'd rub off on him

Your first date you meet and you're charmed by him, he's a sarcastic, flirty, handsome man with a sense of humor (albeit a dry sense of humor)

people like Jimmy are VERY charming and can pretend to be a certain person to draw you in. Then slowly up the ante until you feel trapped

He starts off cute, comes a little late to dates, clothes wrinkled, flowers bent. But hes apologetic and you cant help but feel bad for him

As you get deeper into the relationship the faults start to show.

Maybe a year or so in he starts asking about friends. Nothing too dramatic just an occasional "who's that?"

And at first its cute! He's just worried and protective. But it slowly gets more and more controlling.

One of the first things an abuser will do is isolate you to make it hard to leave them. so he asks you to stop talking to a few people, coworkers or group project friends.

if you question it he will get very intense very fast and uestion why your so hesitant to cut them off.

"is there something your not telling me?" He asks, he had both arms caging you down onto your armchair, his body leaned down to look at you closely. "No!" You exclaim sitting up as best you can with him so close, "I just think it's weird you suddenly aren't ok with me and danny talking anymore!" He laughs but it holds no humor if the look on his face is anything to go by "I know you probably didn't notice but he's constantly flirting with you, he obviously wants to fuck you." you begin to mentally look over your conversations in your head, had he? Was there something you missed? Something misinterpreted? "Really?" You ask, doubting if you really should be talking to a man who liked you while in a relationship. "yes! that's why I don't want you talking to him, he's trying to take advantage of you." you sigh before nodding "yeah, sorry I... didn't even realize" "its fine" he says softly holding the back of your head to lead you into a kiss "I just want to keep you safe".

so you bite and agree, you slowly begin to cut less important people out. As you do he'll pavlov you, with each friend you pick off he'll love bomb you. kisses, hugs, gifts, sex, sweet talk, pet names, bragging about you. He'll play into whatever you want as long as you follow his rules.

When it comes to the biggest hitters like family, close circle friends, and best friends he'll wait a few years to cut them out

He'll plant ideas of a us vs them mentality.

they just want to break us apart.

they're jealous of us.

your too good for them.

they don't treat you right.

they're the abusers.

i'm the only one who REALLY loves you

and after so many years with him, despite your ups and downs you cant help but do what he says because you just don't see him as this horrible monster everyone's making him out to be.

you love him and he loves you!

people just don't understand your dynamic,

they don't know him like you do.

when it's bad its bad but when it's good its so damn good.

and his lonely act works well too, besides curly he doesn't really have any friends.

he has acquaintances and coworkers, but friends? no.

if you broke up with him he'd have no one. and you've been together so long it'd be such a jump. going from deep conversations and intense love to asking about a person's favorite color? fuck that.

when he has you were he wants you that's when all hell breaks loose.

you barely go anywhere and if you do he either needs your location the whole time (probably makes you get life360) or has to be with you, hand on hip, glaring at anyone who talks to you.

when you two get invited to parties he'll play nice (after all he is in public) and let you roam.

you'll talk to people you haven't in a bit while he drinks and talks to curly.

and its times like that that makes the worst moments feel worth it.

speaking of the worst moments.....he's a very jealous person, he constantly is worried if you're cheating on him.

he'll argue with you and wont relent till your crying and exhausted.

then once he thinks you've proved yourself he'll scoop you up and let you cry on his shoulder. murmuring that he loves you and he sorry.

he'll open up, say he knows there's something wrong with him, and he's sorry hes like this, that you deserve better and he's trying.

"I'm sorry" Jimmy softly says into your ear. cradling you like a baby in his arms. your arms are around his neck, your eyes burn with drying tears and sleep, your nose is stuffy, your throat is dry from yelling and sobbing for hours. the rocking isn't helping your sleepiness. "I'm sorry, I know there's something wrong with me. Please don't leave me"

trying to leave in these situations is probably the worst thing you could do

now I'm not under the impression that Jimmy would be overly physically abusive given that his character is all about the subtleties of abuse.

BUT! I do believe he'd restrain you, push you, grab you harder than needed, ect. If you tried to leave him while arguing.

He doesn't like you taking control of the situation and it gets him very mad, as a result he'll force you to stay where he wants.

But he doesn't explicitly hit you as that would leave marks

he wouldn't want you to be bruised because that would bring suspicion to the safety of your relationship.

And most of the relationships abuse is kept to a level that could pass as normal to others.

I think having a friend like curly in these moments that always tries to smooth things over without any bridge burning would definitely lead to him unintentionally gaslighting you about it.

side note: ok this is the first time I've really written in this format, made a romantic x reader, AND this is also my first time posting x reader onto Tumblr lol. apologies if this is ooc I never refreshed myself on Jimmy's character simply bc I don't have the time for that lol. this is also based off of my general knowledge of abusive relationships. if anyone wants more plz let me know i really wanted to try writing fanfiction seriously for a while now lmao, bye :)

[romanarose]

Supportive Logan Thoughts: Writer GF

Logan Howlett x fem!writer!gf

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Summary: You're an aspiring writer, but having trouble finding time to write. Logan shows his complete faith in you, no matter what your family thinks.

Warnings: Not a lot, unsupportive/mean family. My massive daddy issues

A/n: I wanted to write this for myself because Im feeling massively unsupported by my family and several friends, and I with I had a partner with this much faith in me. I have another one I wanna do with supportive logan and reader who wants to continue education. If you have any self indulgant ideas you wanna hear, send em! It'll probs be short but I can have Logan say things i think you'd want to hear in a way that makes sense for him. Trans and lgbt themes encouraged.PS: catch the bobs burgers reference?

Dinner had been going pretty well, comparatively. Logan hadn't snapped at your dad for his passive aggression, and your mom hadn't commented on how you'd gained weight. It wasn't your fault your beloved boyfriend seemed to be fattening you up!

All in all, a peaceful dinner.

Until your brother, Mark, had to be a dick.

"You still writing on Wattpad?" He asked, an innocent enough question but you knew that tone. Logan stiffened, so you put a hand on his thigh. He chewed hard on the broccoli.

You brace yourself a bit. "Yeah, I got the fanfictions. But I'll have you know, it's a fun hobby and I do pretty well for myself-"

"Writing men kissing on tumblr isn't a hobby any more than making a porno is."

Logan speaks, through a full mouth. "I bet you're the porn expert, considering you're not getting any from anyone else."

"Except your mom."

You raise to hands at both Logan and Mark "Knock if off you two!"

Your mom is glaring at Mark for mentioning porn at the table, but he's pretending to be very interested in his chicken Alfredo.

Still, your dad always has something to say. "It's a shame you can't make money off that. I don't really understand why you do it."

"For fun?" You didn't know what not to get. Your grandma made terrible janky blankets and you all gushed over them. You loved them of course, because it was grandma. Why couldn't you have a hobby weather or not you were good?

But Logan wouldn't let the silence be filled with your families assumptions. "Well, she's writing a book, actually. And it's good, really fu- I mean, it's really good." Logan abides by your moms no swearing rule, but she pays no mind to the always f word as she somehow finds a reason to embarrass you.

"Oh she's always talking about some book or whatever. As a kid it was mystery because she was into the boxcar children. As a teen she was going to write the next big dystopian trilogy." She covers her mouth as she laughs about it.

Logans hand flexes and tightens under the table, trying to remain calm. "And what did you say when she told you about these?"

"Well, I told her she should be more realistic. I mean, I read some of her writing-"

"Because you snooped through my notebooks!"

"And it wasn't exactly Hunger Games."

Logan set down his plate. "So let me get this straight, Diane."

"Lo..." You warn.

"You snooped through notebooks that your daughter wrote by hand on notebooks, at what, 14, 15? Told her that this first draft, which I cannot stress enough, was written on a notebook, wasn't good enough to be published, then you're shocked she didn't finish it?"

When you're moms mouth gapped, your dad stepped in. "She doesn't finish anything, I'm sure you picked up on that. I mean, how many half started art projects are in your house right now?"

An embaressing amount. The other day, you found three different blankets with the same color scheem started. Three! Thrice, you had the same idea and never followed through.

Your boyfriend was not deterred. "Well, maybe, she needs someone whose going to support her, encourage her. Didn't seem like she had a lot of that before."

"WHELP!" You slap your knees, then stand up. "This has been great, but as usual we passed the 15 minute mark, and right on cue, it's time to go."

Your dad was as stubborn as Logan was and stood too. "Oh yeah, and just what are you gonna do to support her, to magically fixed years of fail-"

As you pulled Logan toward the door, Logan counts off on his fingers. "One, tell her that she can actually do it, because she CAN, two, check in on her and let her brainstorm with me. Have you ever actually asked about her plot? No?"

You're giggling to yourself now. Dinner was ruined, but you liked that Logan didn't stand for people talking bad about you.

"And three, she's gonna quit her job so she can focus on writing!"

Well. That one was new. Logan always encouraged your novel in progress, he listened about the characters and offered ideas, gave you a sounding board that wasn't judgmental. Yes, you've complained about no time for writing when you work so much but... No matter, you show a united front in front of your dad.

"Yeah! Because he believes in me." And you were out the door.

*

The drive back was quiet. Espresso was on the radio, and you knew he must be distracted because he didn't change the station, so you spoke first.

"I don't have to quit my-"

"I was gonna talk to you about-"

You both start at the same time. Then you laugh. "You first, Lo."

His body language relaxes for the first time tonight. "I didn't mean to spring that on yuh." I don't wancha to think I'm like. Trying to tell you what to do or make you financially dependent."

"I don't." You assure him. "So... you thought about this?"

He nods. "Yeah I um... I really think you got something good here, baby. I think if you took leave for a while ad really could just focus on the book, it could be something great. I mean, I don't know much about books but even I like it, so... you know... it's gotta be good."

Warmth fills your body as a blush festers under your skin. Logan really believed in you. He believed in your book enough that he was willing to take this risk on you.

"Can we... afford that?"

"Well I thought..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I can always take overtime at work. If I pick up another day or two-"

"Logan! I can't ask your to do that!"

"You're not." He turns to you briefly, smiling, then back to the road. "I'm asking to do this for you, if you'll let me. Then, when you're a high falutin writer, I can be your sugar baby." He pokes yoru side, making you giggle

Still, seed of doubt were deeply entrenched. "But what if I don't do good? It doesn't sell?"

Logan shrugs. "Well, I guess... then you'll try again. Or you don't, an you'll know you finished it and you tried."

A pause. "You're really willing to do this for me?"

"Baby..." He places a hand on yours, eyes once again drifting only briefly from the road to you, then back. "I'd get the moon right now if you asked. Let me do this for us."

For us.

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Okay thats it im done im sorry, that was my own daddy issues, mommy issues, brother issues- lort help lmfao

anyway if you like this, check out my other stuff on my masterlist! if you like dark content, most of my logan is being written over at @romana-after-dark

the bobs burgers referece was the 15 min rule. at exactly 15 min, big bobs says something mean to bob asdfghjkl

my middle brother hosted a surprise party for my parents anniversary and we decided to have me an the ret of my siblings be surprise one, have my oldest brother hiding bc he lives the furthest away for surprise 2, then downstairs my extended family for three. My dad walks in, sees me and my youngest brother who he was't expecting, and before he even says hi he says "where's *oldest brother*" so that felt cool. And we got into a bit of an arguement where he was discrediting my feelings about the move when i was a teenager, and then my brothers and sister were assholes- and i just kept thinking i want logan or santi or joel here to protect me and defend me even against little stuff.

enough about me!

send your requests! give me chubby read, black reader, trans reader, native reader, bi reader, male reader- literally whatever tf you want. I cant say it'll be as long as this one but i got you. you desver to feel supported.

[hotluncheddie]

💕🪱Wiggly Wednesday🪱💕

ty for tagging me: @runninriot @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @whimsicalwadewinstonwilson @someforeignband <3

I’ve had these worm thoughts for a while but I dunno if I'll turn it into anything. Think bc of the nuance that I would need to put in it. <|:3

But basically! I’m thinking about autistic Steve again. My lovely lovely high masking autistic Steve. Who struggles to ask for help and struggles with how much he’s allowed to share, struggles to look after himself and is still learning about his needs and his desires.

Thinking about how he’s so good at following rules, because most of the time that genuinely makes the most sense to him. It’s how he navigates the world, how he’s built his mask and scripts. How he’s kept his secrets, kept himself safe.

As long as he’s not effecting anyone else, he doesn’t need them knowing the rules he’s made, the ones he breaks and why - what that might mean. So it can be to his detriment, it can be to people please, it can be a way for him to ignore himself. But they’re also a part of him, an important part; they're all he’s ever known.

But what makes it complicated is thinking about all of that, in the context of navigating a d/s dynamic. With Eddie and him exploring that part of their sex life a little.

Because, thing is, Eddie knows how good Steve is at following rules, how willing and eager he is to be good. But Eddie’s doesn’t want to hurt him. So they would both have a lot to learn, about each other, and about communicating.

- So maybe it starts as:

‘What do you think baby? Would that be hot, you’re not allowed to cum unless it’s with my permission?’ Eddie asks, kissing over Steve’s stomach, looking up at him all sprawled out and cozy on his bed.

Steve traces the line of Eddie’s nose, lips pouting in thought. ‘Like we did the other day?’

‘Kind of, but more like, when I’m not there too. You have to wait until the next time you see me.’

Steve liked what they did the other night, Eddie going slow, teasing him a little. Telling him when to touch and when to stop and when to finish is a slow syrupy haze.

But, if Eddie’s not there. He usually likes to touch himself before bed, to help him sleep. Pretty much every night. Like, like a routine…

(And that’s the thing. Working through Steve asking for things he needs, understanding that some changes could be for his benefit. Never meant to be to his detriment. What that means for his masks and scripts and taking real care of himself. To let Eddie into the world of his rules and maybe let him make some of his own - that requires a lot of honesty, and that's scary.)

- And so maybe there's a bit of angst, some hard talks and hard truths, but then maybe it shifts into something with a bit of comfort, like:

‘How about this, we can try rules, but things that are about taking care of yourself, and we don’t have to do punishments. It’s more, like, I want you to tell me when you’re struggling Stevie, and maybe this will be something that can help.’ Eddie says, pulling Steve’s hand into his lap, connecting them.

‘You like how showering feels right? You said it makes you feel good?' Eddie waits for Steve's nod. 'Ok, so I want you to shower for me, each night, it can be quick and the same as your always do it, same with your hair.’ Eddie continues, tucking a lock behind Steve’s ear. Steve curls toward him, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his head in Eddie’s shoulder. Not looking, but listening.

‘And it might help, you know, if you think you can’t do it but remember that Daddy’s rooting for you, yeah?’ Eddie drops his voice, speaking softly into Steve ear. ‘Daddy knows his baby likes to shower and brush his teeth before bed so that’s what I want baby to do okay?’ Eddie asks, smile blooming sweet and cocky on his face as Steve squirms, shifting himself closer, throwing a thigh over Eddie’s and seating himself in his lap. That word always makes Steve feel a little crazy. Makes him feel gooey and loved.

‘But, and this is the important part baby, if you can’t, if it’s too hard, I want you to call me okay?’ Eddie asks, linking their fingers again and looking Steve in the face, waiting for his small nod.

‘And you don’t have to use that word when you call, if you just want to call me Eddie, that’s perfect too. Or if you call and say it’s a bad night and can’t get any more words out that’s fine. I just need you to call me yeah? That’s your rule. Okay Stevie?’ Eddie finishes, shaking their joined hands and smiling when Steve gets out a little ‘okay’, looking Eddie in the eyes for a flash, smiling, leaning into Eddie’s arms, moving closer for a kiss, and another, and another.

yeah! Just ideas!! Maybe I’ll write it all down one day, but maybe not. Hehehe.

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@wynnyfryd @wheneverfeasible @thefreakandthehair

[legendofmorons]

Hi! Im new to requesting here so i hope im not late or sending you something thats against your rules. I also hope something like this hasn't been requested before.

Could i request some semi-romatic chain x reader (platonic for Wind because he's baby) where the reader needs to go do something (example: shopping, hunting, scouting, etc) and they need one of the links to come with them because they aren't the best at fighting/aren't familiar with this hyrule. So the way they get their attention is by calling for their "Pretty boy". Bonus points if the chain(again platonic for Wind) had a crush on reader!

Idk if you've seen that tiktok audio/video where someone goes, "Pretty boy, with me I say!" "..." "..." "Oh! I'm pretty boy?" "Yes! That came out a bit too quickly-" "...pretty?"

All i can think of is basically reader accidentally calling the link for you choice "pretty boy" subconsciously. The reader could either play it off and the link could tease them or reader can go all in and continue calling said link "pretty boy".

Hopefully that makes sense and/or isn't too much? Also if possible could you make the reader gn? If you don't do it already? Also if doing all of the chain is too much you can just choose specific one's, i dont mind who you pick. Anyways thanks for even reading my request and i hope you have a good day!

I'm happy to do this! This is such a good idea and I'm excited to write it. If I didn't do it the qay ypu hoped let me know!

I went for vague crushing vibes on all of them, but Wind's. If this isn't what you had in mind please let me know!

-In alphabetical order and names are in bigger writing than the story parts

Pretty boy (chain)

Pairing: Chain x reader (seperate), Wind & reader

Rating:

Summary: you call the boys 'pretty boy' these are the results

Warnings:

Other: -In alphabetical order and names are in bigger writing than the story parts

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Four

You don't necessarily love going shopping. You don't hate it either, but it's not your definition of fun. So obviously you want someone to come with you.

Four is always fun to have around. He's sweet, and he's surprisingly good at haggling down prices.

"Do you need anything else?" Time asks you, eyeing you over and counting off your weapons for self defense.

"Not really." You say, turning towards the path.

You observe the dirt road before turning your head and calling over your shoulder, "Come on, pretty boy, let's go."

The entire group goes still and silent. They're all staring at you.

Why are they staring?

You replay your words. Oh- shit. You called Four pretty boy.

Well- he is a pretty boy but still!

You turn back to the group, taking in their confused expressions before your eyes land on Four.

Well.... You might as well commit.

"Well? Are you coming, pretty boy?" You ask, flashing a smile to show the playful intent behind the question.

Four blinks a few rides. And then points to himself slowly.

"Me?" He asks.

"Yeah, c'mon, pretty boy."

Four gives a little half fought off smile. "Pretty boy?"

"Do you not like the name?"

"No- I like it."

"Good. Come on then, I could use the company." You say.

Four follows you. It's hard to miss the little giddy pep in his step when he seems almost inclined to giggle.

You'll have to call him pretty boy more often!

Hyrule

"You should take someone with you if you're going to the dungeon. It's better with help." Time says evenly, "And take plenty of fariea and potions. Okay?"

"Okay." You say, "Let me grab my things and I'll bring Hyrule."

"Good idea."

You go to your little space in the clearing, grabbing your bag and making sure you have plenty of equipment. You don't like having to rely on other people all the time. No one does.

You finish getting yourself ready before you turn to Hyrule, "Comr on Pretty boy, you're with me.

"Did you just call Hyrule 'pretty boy'?" Legend asks, a sly look crossing his face.

"No!" You defend, face flushing as embarrassment crawls up your spine.

"It's okay!" Hyrule assures quickly, his own ears tinging with a blush. "I like that name!"

"You do?"

"Yeah!"

You smiles a little, glad he isn't upset about it. "Well... good!"

"Soo.... you think I'm pretty?" Hyrule asks, and his grin is anything but innocent.

"Maybe?"

"I knew it! I'm definitely your favorite."

"Good god." You groan, but you can find it in you to really be upset.

If only they weren't all teasing you the rest of the day. Oh, well.

Legend

You find yourself stuck on middle watch, which is the Worst. Capital W and all. Like for first watch you stay up late, last you wake up early.

But middle watch? You get woekn up and then get to try to go back to sleep later.

Gross.

Maybe someone is awake?

You scan the group, finding what is to be expected at this point.

Time sleeps as still as a log, hand one over the other on his chest.

Warriors sleeps like a soilder, light and still but heavy enough all at once.

Wild, Twilight, and Wind are all in a tangled bunch of limbs. Though to your surprise they managed to pull Four and Hyrule into their cuddle puddle tonight.

Sky sleeps all sprawled out and half out of his sleeping roll.

Then you land on Legend- who seems to be trying to get comfortable. Is he awake?

One way to find out.

"Hey! Pretty boy!" You stage whisper at him.

You don't know what possessed you to call him that. But you did, amd you don't think you're wrong.

He actually sits up, looking to you. "What?"

"Oh good, you're awake!"

"No shit. What did you call me?"

"Uh-" you pause, having hoped he would either not care or not notice. "Pretty boy?"

"That's what I thought. You got a crush on me?"

"I can think you're pretty without having a crush!" You hiss out, face flushing with embarrassment.

Maybe he is right.

"Bummer." Legend says, "Here I was thinking you had fallen head over heels for me. Since I'm your pretty boy.c

"Oh my god. Just forget I said it."

"Nope!" Legend says.

"Whyyyyy?" You groan.

Sky

You are over again pulled into upkeep chores that the quest requires. Which, whatever but you wish you weren't stuck on laundry today.

Laundry sucks with only the river, soap, and sun to do it.

Thankfully, you have Sky to help you. He's such a sweetheart that you really do appreciate his help.

So you settle at the river with the pile of clothes and some soap and resign yourself to the repetitive chore.

You cast a look to where Sky is and call out within much thought. "Come on, pretty boy! Might as well get started."

Sky and Twilight both go still before turning their eyes to you. Both looking fairly bewildered.

Oh. You said the 'pretty boy' part out loud. Whoops.

At least it's just Twilight and Sky here. They're not too bad about holding things against you. Usually.

"Me?" Sky questions, looking fairly confused but maybe just a little flattered.

His ears have a hint of pink on them.

How cute!

"Yeah?" You say, but it comes out a lot more like a question then he'd like.

"I've never been called that before."

"Real? Like- not ever?"

"Never.... I like it, though. Please keep calling me that?"

"Sure, if you like."

"I would."

You smile softly, bit your eyes go back to the laundry. "Well come on, pretty boy. We still have laundry to get done."

Time

You'd ask why you're the one who's always in charge of day to day things like groceries, supply runs, socializing, and all of that.... But you've seen the others try. Some are better in these aspects then others- but you are still the best.

So you're in charge of it.

You've already split the work and have the group gathered around you to hand out the assignments.

"Alright, Four, Warriors, and Sky, you're on weapon inventory. Wild, Hyrule, and Twilight's, you're on market duty. Wind and Legend, you're on laundry."

The others all share looks with their task partners.

"Where am I?" Time asks.

You give a smile when you speak, though you swear the nickname is an accident! "Your with me, pretty boy."

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Shit.

You said that out loud.

"Did you just-" Time starts.

You cut him off with a tight voice, "Can we please pretend I didn't?"

Warriors just laughs at you, the ass.

"I didn't say I hated it." Time says simply, though you can see the shit eating gleam in his eyes.

Fuck.

"Great. Well, Time, we're on dishes. "

"I thought I was ypur pretty boy."

You feel your face heat up, but you can even care. Why does je have to tease you? Your heart can't take it.

He's so handsome when he's being a menace. Which is a big problem.

Well also the whole he's being a menace thing. That's a bigger problem.

"You're just being mean to (Y/n)," Twilight says helpfully.

"How? I'm just asking why I went from pretty boy to Time."

You just groan, pulling your hands to cover your face.

This is going to be a long day.

Twilight

Why you're left to babysit the stubbornest Links is still beyond you, and yet here you are for the umpteenth time- babysitting them.

Twilight, Warriors, Legend, Wild, and Wind are scattered about the clearing in groups of one or two.

Thankfully, Wild and Wind are on opposite sides of the area and not collaborating to cause trouble.

Unfortunate you hear trouble before you see it.

"Fan out, get low! Pretty boy with me!"

They all turn to look at you as they drop into crouches.

Oh good. You called Twilight pretty boy. And no one knows who you meant. Great.

You groan because that's easier than dealing with feelings.

"You uh, were looking at me when you said- that name.... am- Am I pretty boy?" Twilight asks, and his voice is a little too thick to be played off.

"Yes. Now get over here we don't have much time."

Twilight does, quickly making his way to your side.

He gets there in time to throw a shield over your heads when the arrow start falling. What a gentleman!

When it's all over you can already feel his eyes on you.

"So uh... I'm pretty boy?"

"Yeah, guess you are." You answer him.

"You think I'm pretty?" Twilight asks, and it's both hopeful and heart breaking to hear.

How can he not see that?

"Of course I do. I have eyes." You say, playing off any and all other emotions.

"So... I'm your pretty boy then?"

You just sigh. At least he's having fun. "If you like to be, sure."

Warriors

You actually don't mind going to town to grab supplies, what you fo hate is pickings who goes with you. Sometimes there's no problem, but sometimes the others get pouty if they don't get to go.

Somethings about socialization? Who knows.

But as you're in Warrior's hyrule, he's coming with.

"Alright, pretty boy, let's go." You say as you turn to look at the captain.

Oh, you said that out loud. Shit.

Maybe he missed it?

"What did you just call me?" Warriors asks, and he looks half confused half endeared.

"Uhhhhh-" You blue screen with nearly no idea what's happening.

But you do register embarrassment blooming.

Warriors takes on a smug look as he asks, "You called me pretty boy, right?"

"Yeah. So?" You ask, failing miserably at keeping your cool.

"You think I'm a pretty boy?" He asks, and you swear his ears are tinkered pink.

Why are his ears pink?

Is he- flattered?

"Yeah... You're pretty. You're a boy. Seems pretty straight forwards."

"That's not usually a name I like."

"Oh. Then I'm sorry I called you that."

Warriors shakes his head and gives you a soft look. Earnest and hinging almost on smitten "Actually- I like when you say it."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, come on then pretty boy." You say, flashing a smile.

"Lead on, (Y/n)."

He links his arm through yours eaaily.

Wild easily.

You find yourself watching Wild as he crouches and waits patiently for the perfect shot. You've been running low on meat lately and you're out here to aid his hunt.

Does ot usually take so long?

You can't tell.

But you would like to have a break from squatting a little behind him.

"Wild." You whisper just barley audible.

He dosen’t seem to here you.

"Wild."

No answer.

"Link?" You call again.

He stil dosen’t respond.

So you try again, "Pretty boy?" You say, words falling out of yourouth without thought or permission.

He stiffens, head whipping around. "(Y/n)?

"Are we even seeing animals to hunt?" You ask softly.

"No- wait- what?"

"How much longer are we going yo sit here? It's been like two hours."

"Twenty minutes. And did you call me pretty boy?"

"Oh- yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"Oh... Why?"

"I was thinking we should move to a better place to hunt?"

"Oh... Okay."

"Any ideas on where?" You ask.

"Uh- maybe a hill.... Why did you call me pretty boy?"

"It just slipped out. I won't call you that again though, promise."

"No... Uh- I like the name.... I just don't think I've been called that before."

You have a harder time believing that. Wild really is pretty, has je eveb seen his own face?

"That's surprising. "

"It is?"

"Yeah. It is."

"Well.... I like the name, at least from you." Wild says again, his ears tinged pink and a barley hidden smile present.

"Yeah? You don't want Legend calling you that?"

"Not really."

"That tracks, pretty boy. Come on let's move to a better vantage point."

"Okay." Wild says, and you swear if he were a hardened hero and traveler, he'd be giggling.

Wind

You don't mind being put on foraging duty, especially not when the sailor is your companion. Wind has always been so fun to be around. The kid is like a brother to you almost.

He's a few feet away, digging through a mess of greenery that seems pretty weird to you, but he seems happy. And thats good.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Wind asks, turning his eyes to you.

"Yeah, kid?"

"Are these those poisonous berries Wild showed us?"

You squint as you scrutinize the purple berries Wind holds up. They definitely look similar.

"I'm not sure. Better leave them alone to be safe, though."

Wind sighs, "I thought you'd say that."

"Then why even ask, pretty boy?"

You don't know why you said it, but you did, and he's a cute kid. So whatever. It's honest, at least.

"What?"

"What part are you confused about, kiddo?"

"Why did you call me pretty boy? Is that an insult?"

"No, Wind, it's not an insult. Not from me at least."

"Oh. Good!"

You bite back the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, trying not to he overtly rude. His fave is definitely one you'll remember.

Wind looks pleased, and maybe a little embarrassed. But the glee behind his eyes is genuine.

"So, I'm your pretty boy?"

"Sure kid." You say, trying again not to laugh.

He's cute, in that kid way with the too big grin.

"The others are gonna be SO jealous!"

You do laugh this time, warm and bright, and glad to see him happy.

"Be nice, Wind."

"Never!" He calls as he starts foraging again.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

What Could Be

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: ah they go axe throwing, the boys get a blowjob

Genre: fluff, smut

Summary: date night and curious inquiries

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You hum to yourself as you finish your makeup. Tonight is date night and the boys won't tell you what they're planning but you're excited. Every so often they'll do this, where they plan some secret date to surprise you. Just as you finish getting ready there's a knock at your door and you check the clock. It's 6 o'clock. They're right on time. Of course, they are. Steven would probably blow his top if they were late to meet you.

"Coming!" You shout giving yourself one more once over in the mirror before dashing to the door. You pull open the door with a smile. "Hi, boys!" You say.

"Hey sweetheart." Marc kisses your cheek. You push into their mindscape for a moment to greet the others.

"Hello love."

"Hola princessa."

You offer them quick replies before returning to Marc.

"So what're we up to tonight my darlings?" You ask looping your arm through his as you lock your apartment.

"You know the rules, you find out when we get there." Marc smiles.

"Oh fine." You roll your eyes dramatically.

"Don't worry, you'll love this. We're sure of it." He tells you.

"I expect to."

A few blocks and a train ride later you're walking up to what looks like any old bar.

"Are we doing a bar crawl?" You ask.

"A bar crawl?! Do you think us that boring and unoriginal?"

"Marc- this is a bar. Is it not?"

"Technically, but that's not why we're here." He says with a mischievous smile.

"What shady shit are you planning Spector?" You narrow your eyes at him as he leads you inside. While Marc is speaking to the employee by the door you take in the atmosphere around you. There's a decent crowd here, the decorations are all bright and attention grabby. Then you catch sight of a neon sign with a silly pun that gives away what kind of place this is. 'Axe and you shall receive' it says in glowy orange. You gasp as you put it together. Before you can ask to confirm the lady Marc was speaking to is walking and Marc is guiding you to follow. Through the moderate throng of people towards the back, where there are several stations lined up a safe distance apart.

"Axe throwing." You finally say with a smile. You don't notice Marc smiling at you as you look at the few people already throwing. You barely catch the instructions being given to you before you're handed an axe each.

"I told you you'd love it." He says triumphantly.

"You guys never cease to amaze me." You shake your head.

"To be detrimentally honest Jake thought you'd look particularly incredible with a hatchet in hand."

"Jake always likes me best when I'm a danger to someone." You chuckle.

"That's not true princessa." Jake says.

"Oh yeah?" You gesture for him to back up and throw your axe at the target. When you turn back to Jake his eyes have darkened in a way you're not unfamiliar with.

"Yeah." He says gruffly.

"Then why are you suddenly looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you're thinking of a thousand ways to devour me in this room." You say walking over to the target to yank your axe out of it. By the time you walk back over to him, the look is gone.

"If we're going to get through our scheduled hour Jake will have to remain in our head." Steven says and now the look being gone makes sense. You laugh.

"Are you going to throw Steven?" You ask.

"I- don't think I'll be all that good at it. Matc would probably be better at-"

"Give it a shot before you count yourself out baby." You cut him off before he can talk himself out of it more.

"You think so?"

"I think the worst you can do is not try at all." You shrug.

"A-alright." He nods. You swap places with him and he gives it a good honest try. His axe hits the target just to the left of the bullseye and he spins to look at you as if he can't believe it. "I-I hit it!"

"See?! I told you! That was brilliant Steven!" You beam at him. He and Marc take turns throwing their axe with you for the next hour or so before you leave. It's Steven you end up having dinner with before walking back to your apartment building. When you reach the apartment, you don't get out a goodbye before you're kissed so fiercely that you stumble backwards through your open door. The kiss continues through your living room, the door being kicked shut once you're inside.

"I have been waiting to do that all night." Jake breathes out when he finally pulls away, by which point you're on the other side of your living room.

"Really?" You ask breathlessly.

"It may not be when I like you best, but there is something irresistible about you with a weapon." He says cupping your face gently.

"When Steven said they had to lock you away so we could get through our axe throwing session I thought he was being facetious." You chuckle.

"He has a flare for the dramatic."

"But you would not have behaved."

"I plead the 5th."

"An answer in and of itself." You shrug.

"Oh hush." Jake pulls you into another kiss, this one less urgent than the last but just as breathtaking. He barely pulls away to lift you into his arms and carry you to your bed.

"I didn't realize axe throwing would have you so feverish." You giggle as he lays you down atop your mattress.

"You remember the night I found out about your powers?" Jake asks.

"Yeah, we got ambushed by those guys and I used my abilities to stop them."

"Watching you fight was- beyond what I can express." He breathes.

"Beyond what you can express?" You smirk.

"If I said that was the night I knew I'd fall in love with you would you believe it?" He asks.

"Why wouldn't I?" You scoff.

"You don't find it strange?"

"Jake, my darling, there's three of you up here," you gently caress his forehead "And I can turn minds to mush without breaking a sweat. You finding me hot with a weapon is very low on the list of strange occurrences."

"How wonderful you are." Jake smirks leaning forward to kiss you again. Jake's lips trail down your throat littering the exposed skin with nips and licks that send shivers down your spine. He pulls back long enough to tug your shirt over your head before his lips continue their journey down your body. He shoves your bra down but not off to take a nipple between his lips long enough to have you arching off the bed towards him and then he descends further, sliding your pants down your legs when he reaches the waistband. You sit up to properly pull off your bra as he tosses your pants and underwear on the floor beside him. Jake pushes himself up onto his feet at the edge of the bed, his eyes traveling over your body the way his hands and lips did a few minutes ago.

"You are so gorgeous. I cannot believe you are mine. Ours." Jake says with nothing but adoration in his eyes and voice. You get onto your knees and shuffle to the edge of the bed so you're face to face with him and start to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"You are just as gorgeous my darling. And I am so very lucky to call you mine." You say placing kisses against his revealed skin as you slowly remove his shirt.

"You're too good to us mi vida." Jake's hand caresses your cheek.

"You are not good enough to yourselves." You counter, kissing his lips now as you work his belt off and shove his pants from his waist. They catch just above his knees but it's fine because the part of him you wish to expose is at attention between you. You grip him in one hand and he groans at the feeling as you begin to stroke him lazily.

"You- think s-so highly of us." Jake grits out.

"Of course I do and I want you to do the same." You say gently, kissing his abdomen just below his belly button.

"Mierda." He hisses. You drag your tongue down his length, taking the tip between your lips and swirling your tongue around it. When you peak up at him his head is pitched towards the ceiling and his mouth has dropped open wide. It's always so much fun to see any of them in such a state. 

You toy with him for a little while, licking and sucking on the head while your hand keeps working the length of him. It's enough to make him unsteady on his feet but not enough to make him cum. It doesn't take long for Jake to become frustrated enough to grab your wrist and force you back onto the bed. 

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"Y/n?" Steven asks gently. He knows you're only half awake as the two of you have been talking for the last hour.

"Yes my darling?" You hum.

"Uh- Marc wants to speak to you? Like- in here." Steven taps on his temple.

"Oh? Okay. I'll be back." You kiss Steven's shoulder before projecting yourself into their mind. Marc is sitting cross-legged when he materializes. You mirror his position in front of him.

"Hey you." You smile.

"Hi. I was just wondering something."

"What's up buttercup?"

"You know how you jump into our mind like this sometimes to talk to us?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there- like any way we could do the same thing but like the opposite? You know, jumping into your mind?" Marc asks.

"Uh-" you pause for a moment. "No." Maybe you shouldn't lie to him but what he's suggesting- the risks are simply not worth it.

"Why did you hesitate?"

"I didn't." You shake your head.

"You definitely did and I'd like to know why."

"Okay- fine. Technically- I mean you aren't a telepath so not exactly the same but there are ways to bind you to me and that would- pretty much mimic what my powers allow me to."

"Bind us to you?"

"Okay so I usually compare minds to houses or offices but to explain this let's say everyone's mind is an island, they're completely unconnected but- my powers allow me to build bridges- between minds. So when you ask me to come here I simply create a bridge, you aren't a telepath so you can't do the same but it is possible to bind yourself to a telepath which would essentially create a permanent bridge. You would be able to shout down that bridge and perhaps I could teach you to walk across it into my mind but if that was even possible it would take quite some time."

"But you could do it?"

"Maybe. I don't know, no telepath I know has ever had someone bound to them and from what I've heard no one is exactly eager to dive into the mind of a telepath when they get bound to one."

"Well how would you do that?"

"No. We're not- it's too risky. Just trying to do the ritual could drive you insane and that's not something I'm willing to put you through not to mention relationships END. Trying to undo that binding- you'd probably never be rid of me Marc."

"We have no desire to be rid of you-"

"Whatever. It's dangerous. I don't want to- not to mention you can't even make the decision on your own Jake and Steven would have to weigh in before anything could happen."

"Weigh in on what?" Jake pops up suddenly.

"Nothing." You roll your eyes.

"Steven! Hermano! Tune into this conversation, yeah?" Jake turns away from you and Marc to summon Steven.

"No you don't have to-"

"What's up?" Steven pops in.

"Hi." You sigh.

"La princesa needs us to weigh in on something she's discussing with Marc."

"Marc wants to be able to jump into my mind the way I jump into yours and the only way to do that is to bind you to me and I think it's too risky to even consider the idea."

"But we could outvote her." Marc tells the others.

"I'm the only one here who can do the ritual so technically you can't but go off." You roll your eyes.

"So to clarify you could make it so we can go into your mind like you do ours?" Steven asks.

"Yes but she doesn't want to." Marc nods.

"Why not?" Jake asks.

"It's dangerous! There are too many risks it's not a good idea." You shake your head.

"But it's our risk to take. It's not up to you."

"I'm the one doing the ritual. I could just refuse. Then what?"

"Have we ever made decisions like that?" Marc crosses his arms.

"This isn't the same as deciding who pays for dinner you are asking me to risk your sanity, your lives, for something that isn't necessary. What is so wrong about the way things are?"

"It's not that there's something wrong-" Marc starts.

"I think it'd be nice to be connected on such a special level like that." Steven shrugs.

"Exactly. It's another level of closeness with you. Plus- it would be nice to not have to run it by whoever is fronting to talk to you." Marc says.

"Jake? How do you feel about it?" You ask.

"It's risky?"

"Yes."

"But you could do it?"

"I don't know. I've never done it before. It's- from all accounts very difficult."

"I'm not sure I believe there's anything you can't accomplish." Jake muses with a smirk.

"I appreciate your faith in me but that doesn't tell me what your thoughts are regarding Marc's... desire."

"I agree it would be nice to have a more permanent way to communicate directly if it's possible, but I understand your hesitance. We are however adults and are fully capable of taking responsibility for our decisions and it's only fair you let us make that decision." Jake says.

"I cannot lose you at my own hands. Not for something so- frivolous."

"It isn't frivolous to us. You can always be with us, speak to us. We want to do the same." Marc frowns. You take a long moment to consider each of them.

"I will look into it. But I'm not making any promises." You say finally. Each of them reacts with varying levels of excitement and even if you think this is an absolutely dreadful idea, it's cute to see that it means so much to them.

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A/N: If you see this would you prefer I DO a part about the actual process of binding them or just skip ahead

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[serinemisc]

@youzicha trimming a bunch of reblogs from Pointlessly Nonliteral Translation.

But I still don't like the two examples in my post above. It's admirable when somebody solves a difficult problem in a creative way, but producing "could mankind really be on the verge" is not difficult, you just look at the words in front of you. What made Woolsey so sure that what he writes is better than what the original author wrote? I guess what bugs me about this is that it is disrespectful, in the sense that he only does this because he doesn't respect the source text. If he was given a highbrow novel to translate he surely would not rewrite it, but he thinks this is schlock that doesn't matter. And yet, the game sold millions of copies, and we are still talking about it 30 years later—maybe it was not so insignificant after all.

I think the thing is the thing where you gotta unfocus your eyes and look at the big picture and not the sentences and words, you know?

I just got to a point in Honkai Star Rail where a guy is like "as a senior in the field, I'll give you some free advice" where something like "as the more experienced one" would have worked a lot better. This is the sort of thing that happens when you get too fixated on how to translate sempai (technically the Chinese xianbei but same thing).

I do understand that your point is "you can do a translation without adding in your own interpretation" but my point is that it's actually really hard to do that without making it sound awkward.

Speaking of Honkai Star Rail, it just translated " 'Kindness' is my pronoun" to " 'Kindness' is my middle name". I actually really like that one (Chinese doesn't have middle names). Uh, that wasn't relevant, I'm just playing Honkai Star Rail right now.

To be clear this was just an exercise for learning Japanese, it's not advice about how to do professional translation. But if you try, for most prose text I think it's quite possible to follow these rules and produce something that still sounds like natural English. I think that's a realistic standard to compare other translations against.

I presume you've read a translated light novel? Those read noticeably more awkwardly because they're usually closer or more literal translations. I would assume that avoiding that is the main reason most other translations take more liberties.

I think translated light novels are probably somewhere around the amount of literalism you prefer, so I just want to point out that I at least find them annoying to read in English, and that probably says something about general preferences.

(Why is a translated light novel more literal? My guess is because in a game, the thing you want to preserve is the plot, while in a book, )

To be clear, I definitely don't think that translating literally is obligatory or is an end in itself. I post about the virtues of literalism, but that's because I think the overall discourse is too one-sided and everyone takes it for granted that "literal is bad".

When I watch anime with friends, I like to infodump about the differences between the Japanese and the English subtitles, but usually, if I dislike something, it's usually an attempt to translate a word that could have better been done with a rephrase ("sempai" to "senior", very commonly). So while I agree that both extremes are bad, that informs which side I'm generally pushing for.

I think you sometimes overestimate how much impact the lack of a common ancestor language has, when something is maybe explained by a particular grammatical feature in isolation.

I mean, this is just my experience, finding sentence-for-sentence translations flow a lot better between Spanish and English, than between Japanese and English.

But yeah I dunno, it's not out of the question that my highest fluencies being in English/Japanese/Chinese makes me assume that something like English/German are more similar than they actually are. But I still feel like I'm right. Like, what PIE language would have a chart like this?

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₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 10th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

HEY!! YahOOOoooie!! Y’all! We made it to day 10! It is officially double digits now and 14 days left!! I’m so excited for all the prompts but sad that it’ll be ending soon!! This has been a truly awesome experience and I’m glad I joined in on the fun! Here is the invite post to see all the rules and regs and here are the prompts for the 10th day of Writemas!!! OOO and also thanks so much for the following everyone!! 50(almost 60 now) is literally insane! I appreciate y’all so much!! It has been such a fun time on here, I’m so glad I found a community to share my stuff with! Now i’ll stop gushing and let yall read lol

Prompts used:

Feeling: The calm of a smile

Setting: A (frozen) lake

Time for a character I haven’t even written for yet!! Oops! I tried to make it equal but the prompts just call for a certain character lol. THANKFULLY, today Nilus got picked for a change! I do like him actually. I swear. But uh a lot of interesting stuff you get with him are with other characters and I need to set everyone up first lmao. Eventually I’ll get to the point where I can have multiple of these guys in there. It’ll happen very soon (like in the coming days ;) ). Ramble aside, I'll let you go. Very young Nilus time!

Read about the WIP here!!

ENJOYYYYY <33333

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The Bone-Binder had been put away for a little under a century, his presence almost becoming folklore at this point, and rightly so. The terror that he placed over Pytharios transformed into, simply put, stories of the past. The last Nilus had ever even heard the mention of his name was from his grandfather passing down the tale from his father’s account of the battlefields in Eastern Pytharios. Mostly everything to do with the evil man was put to rest. No one wanted to see it. Peace was achieved, forever. Why bother caring about the past anymore when it holds you back from the future?

Nilus sat on the shores of the now frozen lake. Beside him was his old friend, Innes, throwing rocks and watching them slide across the ice. It had been a week since their graduation from the academy. Ever since then, it felt free. Nothing felt better than knowing you finally passed your trials, especially when you had a close friend along on the ride with you. 

Innes lobbed one after another out of his reach to Nilus’ amazement. He sure did have a good arm. You would think Nilus wouldn’t be surprised by it anymore, but watching Innes throw was really something to be admired for. Nilus sighed as he laid his hands behind his head. This was the life. Layers of tyranny of their school placed over them faded as each rock launched out of the young boy’s hand. They couldn’t do anything like this back at the rigid academy, unless they wanted to be severely punished for going outside the premises and not displaying ‘gentlemanly’ behavior. A sense of stillness came over Nilus. Not a word had been spoken between the two for a long while, apart from the occasional brief acknowledgement of his throw by Innes.

“You ever think that he’s going to come back, Ni?” Innes suddenly broke the soothing silence, winding his arm back ready to throw another rock at a chunk of ice towards the distant horizon.

Nilus scrunched his face in confusion at his completely vague question, “Who are you talking about?” 

“You know, “ Innes smirked and lowered his voice to a whisper, “The Bone-Binder. Haven’t you heard anyone talk about 

Rolling his eyes at the absurdity, Nilus humored him, “Don’t be ignorant, you know that won’t happen. Read your history book, remember what he had to do?” 

“Yeah, I do know, thank you very much. He had to make a covenant to the Queen. Like a treaty of some kind. I actually did listen in history class.” He responded back, flinging the rock in his hand flying across the cold ice. 

“Exactly, he can’t return or he breaks it. It’s like a treaty in that regard. Such a simple thing to understand, Nes.”

Innes threw his arms up in the air, “Well you don’t have to flame me over it! I get it, I was just asking a question. Damn!” 

“You ask stupid questions you are going to get stupid answers. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”, Nilus laughed at his friend. 

“People don’t always follow the rules, idiot.”

Nilus stood up and made eye contact with his friend, noticing his friend’s smile, a twinge of calmness shot through him, exclaiming, “Oh, whatever. Let’s just move on, he’s not ever going to return and you know it. Now, give me one of those things. I’ll show you what I can do.”

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[6okuto]

YOUR TOUCHSTARVED HCS ARE GOD TIER I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU CAPTURED THEM SO WELL WITH JUST THE DEMO

If you want, could I ask for some with Vere and Kuras?? I feel in love with them in the demo and am in desperate need of more toushstarved content

GENERAL KURAS HCS

gn!reader | ?!!?!! GIGGLES..THANK U THANK U a girl never shares her secrets 😍🤫😘 jk ive shared characterization tips at Some point. KURAS TIME!!! ;3c

has a sense of humour where if you say something silly he Does find it amusing,, he just has a calm + direct demeanor. "can i climb you like a tree" > he blinks because he's caught off guard but smiles anyway. says you could definitely try, but he thinks it might be more effective to just pick you up, no?

the Look the others give him when he says a joke You often say that just...does not match him at all. awesome

he'd get you flowers. not in a bouquet of red roses way but in an i checked the meanings of all of these and personalized it to have your favourite colours and what you mean to me. i'll either explain to you the most devastating story of eternal love and our souls being intertwined or look at you and go :) who's to say what it means? and let you figure it out

next level putting things high up so you have to ask him for help. doesn't try to hide his amusement at all. "odd how it ended up there." ? Yeah i know right

but seriously if you're on the shorter side and you choose to get a chair instead of asking him he's a little upset. and worried. please don't hurt yourself

very serious if you hurt yourself or get sick. if you want to recover fast, let him take care of you. just know he's going to follow some strict rules to make sure you're healing as efficiently as possible

don't let this guy in the kitchen.... his lack of cooking skills make him very appreciative of any home cooked meals, and he knows some pretty good restaurants to make up for it

go ahead and hold onto kuras if you're stuck in a crowd again. like you Can trust him to not lose you, he meant that. but also he won't stop you from reaching for his hand/arm. asks if you're alright before continuing on

get him to relax by laying his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair

never minds bending down to kiss you. you can solve ths problem by getting him to sit down and standing between his legs by the way

forehead kisses are a go to!! and a hand on the small of your back

likes when the both of you talk about how your days went in the evening. i think he likes hearing about drama. he remembers names and stories and if he ever sees the person that pissed you off he's. a Little petty/passive-aggressive. he's really good at making it seem like it's accidental though. LOL

you know when you recommend something to someone and they figure out the big twist or mystery so fast you're like wtf. that's kuras. he pretends he doesn't know, especially the first few times, but eventually you just have to take the opportunity to make it a challenge. how fast can he do it y’know.

? glitter eyeshadow. give it a thought and come back to me.

morning person who gets breakfast for you by the time you're up

giving me words of affirmation and quality time vibes. inviting you out whenever he isn't working and making sure you know you're a priority... casually saying some kind of sincere, poetic praise..

sort of a dry texter but you know what. he's supportive. boyfriend who doesn't know what game you've started and are now incoherently ranting about but does his best to guess and support u. looks up the wiki to read about the characters and plot on his own time

when the game has a secret and kuras Offers a Suggestion. a Guess. and he's right. and ur like OMG :D and he :). pretends he didn't look it up because you told him you were stuck yesterday

[justrightofanevening]

It's the only thing that makes sense. You've been there before, you know what to expect, and at this point you would give anything for a sense of familiarity to rely on. Having made up your mind, you get dressed and leave your room, for the first time in weeks, with a purpose.

You pass a few people on your way there, but your thoughts are too busy worrying about your upcoming trip to really notice them. What if no one is there? What if someone is there, but they don't want to see you? What if something horrible happens like the last time, and everything falls apart, and then they'll kick you off the ship, and-

You find yourself standing at the door to the kitchen. Taking a breath to steady yourself, you shake off your thoughts and step inside.

Your worries about the room being empty are immediately dispelled, as the sound of laughter echoes loudly through the room. The half of the room dedicated to proper kitchen equipment is deserted, but the half consisting of one large table is currently occupied with three people playing what appears to be a simple card game. Two of them look up when you enter.

"Lyf!" It's Marius who speaks first, standing up from his seat the second he sees you. "You actually came!"

You simply nod, trying to think of what to say. The person on the left- Brian- seems surprised at your appearance, but greets you pleasantly. "You look well. It's nice to see you up and about!"

You laugh nervously. "Y-yeah...It's nice to see you too." Was that it? Was that all you had to say? Surely you had something better.

The person in the middle- Tim- hasn't even looked at you. He seems too focused on the cards he's holding in his hand. Marius looks quickly back and forth between you and the cards before running to your side, dragging you to the table. "If you want to, we can deal you in! We just started, it wouldn't be a problem at all."

Unsure of what else to do, you nod again. Brian hands you a small group of cards, and you sit in a seat offered to you by Marius.

You realize too late you didn't ask which game they were even playing.

"You sure you're doing alright?" Marius places his hand on your shoulder, and you hold back a flinch. "I can explain the rules if you-"

"No! No, it's fine." Why were you refusing? You had no idea what you were doing! "I'll figure it out. Maybe...You should go first?"

He laughs, and proceeds to place down a few cards. You follow his lead for a few turns before you begin to relax.

Brian and Tim both seem fairly nice, and you remember that the whole point of this trip was to talk to new people. You can't hide behind Marius forever. But as you continue to copy his movements in placing cards on the table, you begin to grow worried.

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[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 9

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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A loud scream from somewhere in the house interrupted whatever it was he was trying to type on the computer. By how loud and powerful it was, almost making the walls tremble with it, San could tell it came from Mingi. It worked like an alarm, because not even a minute later, both Wooyoung and San were showing up at the living room with a confused look.

—Who used my razor?

Mingi lifted it, to show off the rusty blaze. As if neither of them would be able to see the tiny brown marks over the shiny silver color from their positions.

—Mingi, are you sure you weren't the last one to use it? —San tried to knock some sense back to his friend— Last time you pulled a scene like this, you were the one who ate your last yogurt.

—Yeah —Wooyoung seconded—. Try to think about what you did before blaming others. You probably were the one who left it in a random place after shaving.

—You think so?

His determined gaze quickly changed to a confused and insecure one, looking at the razor while he tried to remember what exactly happened the last time he shaved to know whether Wooyoung was right or not.

Slightly pouting his lips, Mingi went back to close himself inside the bathroom, leaving San and Wooyoung alone in the living room. As soon as the door of their shared bathroom closed, his best friend turned to him with a devilish smile and a contained laugh.

—I actually was the one who did it.

San gave him a scolding look, tilting his head in annoyance when he was aware of the war that would start if Mingi knew about it.

—He always leaves his things everywhere —Wooyoung tried to excuse himself—. You'll see how he'll be careful with his things from now on.

—I knew it! —Mingi screamed again, opening the door to their bathroom— You little gaslighting asshole.

San just stared at them, seeing Wooyoung barely able to move his right arm as he tried to move the chairs from their dinner table to block Mingi to get any close to him as they ran around it. The doctor told him that, even though his arm seemed to be alright already, at least enough to take off the bandage, to be careful with the movements he could make and the pressure he added on the joint. And what was Wooyoung doing? Exactly the opposite of what he was told.

—Don't be a pig and I'll respect your things —Wooyoung said, testing what direction he should run to, as Mingi stood at the opposite side of him.

—It was a new razor that cost forty dollars.

—Forty dollars for that?! —San interrupted, opening his eyes wide at the price.

—I don't care. It's on the Rules Board —Wooyoung insisted—. If you leave your things unattended in a common space, deal with the consequences.

San sighed at the mention of the Rules Board. It was their way to get used to one another and their way to live. Actually, it was created mainly because Mingi worked night shifts, and it was their best way to settle the times in which they could make noise and when they should keep the volume as low as possible. Once Mingi finished his degree and started working in the position he was in, that board found a comfortable space behind the bookshelf in the right corner of the living room, next to the dinner table.

—It was a gift from my mom, you dumbass —Mingi ignored his comment.

—Your mom bought you that? —Wooyoung's cocky expression changed to a concerned one.

—Yes!

—Sorry, I didn't know.

Wooyoung walked to their taller friend, trying to calm down the mood, before he spoke again.

—I'll buy you the same one —he said—. Send me the model, and I'll make the order right now.

As soon as Wooyoung left, a smirk appeared on Mingi's face, turning to San with a proud look.

—It wasn't a gift from my mom —he whispered.

Of course San was already suspecting that. Mingi was such a bad liar, stuttering as he dropped those words, that he was surprised Wooyoung didn't catch on to the lie as soon as he heard it.

—Use one of mine for today, and hope Woo doesn't find out about that —San simply said, after rolling his eyes—. I need silence to finish my research, and with you two bickering like five year olds I will never finish.

—Alright, alright —his hands raised to the air—. I'm meeting up with some friends, anyway.

Said that, Mingi closed himself inside the bathroom again, leaving San alone in their living room. After sighing, he went back to his room, closing the door behind him, before he made his way to the turned on computer and the blank sheet on Word.

His research was actually the new theme for the weekly video that he had been trying to think of for almost an hour already.

His fingers taped over the black desk, trying to get some inspiration back -although it wasn't like he had any before Mingi interrupted.

Trying to write a proper script was the most difficult part of what he did, although he had never been in such a big block as he was that day. He had gone through several tropes ever since he joined the website: cute boyfriend, angry sex, friends to lovers, friend's brother... even he sometimes went over some dark concepts that people asked him to do in the comments. Not even with those he had a hard time writing them as that day.

Whenever he came up with an idea, Y/n instantly showed up in his head taking the position of the lead of his fantasies. Innocent girlfriend? Y/n was there. Hot neighbor? She was there. Sister's friend? She fitted the role perfectly.

His head was thrown back, hanging over the backrest of his chair, as he closed his eyes.

The memories from the previous night were still fresh, the warmth of her body against his was still there, he almost could feel her if he concentrated enough. Even her floral scent invaded his nostrils as soon as he left his mind blank.

His fingers flew to the curve between his lower lip and chin, touching where she kissed him the past night to fool his friends into thinking they actually kissed. His heart started beating faster again when he remembered how her breath coated his skin first, before her lips covered that spot. She felt soft and moist, and it made him wonder if she would've felt better if he hadn't told her she didn't kiss anyone before her. What would've happened if he had allowed her to kiss him like she wanted to?

The click of his tongue interrupted those fairytales, bursting his bubble as he sat straight on the chair back again.

How was he supposed to come up with a story if the only thing in his head was Y/n.

His fingers caressed the keys of his keyboard, positioning his hands properly before he forced himself to write something down. He couldn't fight his own brain, and he needed to get that script done by that day if he wanted to be able to record the video in the next two days.

Suddenly, he found himself remembering how tempting she looked while lying on his bed, and how his most instinctive thoughts, that were only eclipsed by worry the previous night, were emerging again through that memory.

In his head, he adopted the confident persona that belonged to Soundleasure, leaning over her as his two hands were positioned on both sides of her hips, leaving their lips millimeters away from each other.

All those fantasies he built with her as they texted grew deeper after meeting her in person, getting the perfect image of how her face looked up close, and how her eyelids slightly closed before she kissed him.

It was such a realistic thought that he could almost feel the taste of her saliva on his tongue, as he rewinded back twelve hours back. And all that realism only helped him get lost in her, and be engulfed by his own thoughts.

He didn't break off when she needily took off his t-shirt, and unzipped his pants. And he couldn't find a way to move on the second he pictured the way her lips would feel around him.

He was so sick for thinking of her like that, and he realized when he finally moved his fingers away from the keyboard with a deep breath. Finally back to his senses, he realized most of the script was already written down. And that only made him wonder how long he had been lost in thought fantasizing about her.

The leg slit of the long skirt of her floral dress softly moved up her knee, having her instantly moving it back to place, holding the two sides between her pressed thighs to keep the soft breeze from moving it back again.

She hated those brunches with passion.

The only thing that could make of that moment something acceptable was the food, but not even the food was good enough for her to forget how annoyed she was at the superiority complex their supplier radiated.

—You look tired, you didn't sleep well? —Tim Hockman finally asked, looking at her over the bridge of his aviator sunglasses.

Although she arrived back home with no inconveniences, she couldn't say the same thing happened when she snuggled under the blankets of her king size bed. She kept rolling under them, unable to find the right position to feel comfortable enough to fall sleep. Although how uncomfortable she felt had zero to do with the bed or the actual position, but where the back of her mind was as she closed her eyes.

She was so close. If only she had moved her head a bit higher, she'd have been able to kiss him. And probably, if he hadn't told her she was going to be his first kiss, she would have.

Y/n didn't know the reasons why he hadn't kissed anyone yet, but it was enough for her when he directly told her he didn't want to do it. It didn't matter if it was because of his friends, or because he felt insecure of his skills, it was a line that she wasn't entitled to cross -as much as she felt bad for not crossing it. She did well, she respected an invisible boundary that he didn't exactly settle, but that was there, and she was sure she probably would've felt way worse if she had violated it.

Thinking about his lips, or how well they'd felt sucked in between hers, wasn't the worst and what had her losing her sleep. Every thought that came right after linking it to it, every step further she took with the imaginary vision of San in her head had her scolding herself for it.

She had fantasized about him when he was only a pixel in her screen, she had touched herself when he was only a voice she was attracted to, but for some reason it made her feel uncomfortable about herself how she was suddenly daydreaming fucking the real person.

Could be the difference was that knowing him settled some limits for her, could be she only fantasized about him before because she never thought she'd actually meet him -and, in consequence, didn't actually get her to see him as a real person. But he was pretty much real, and her body reacted instantly to that imponent aura he didn't think he had, and those attractive mannerisms he had normalized to the point he wasn't aware of them.

San was aiming to be one big problem for her.

—I slept well —she finally answered—. It might be because I'm facing the sun, and I can't open my eyes without them hurting.

Her tone had a slight glimpse of reproach, annoyed by the fact that he was the one who chose the place, the table, and also sat first on the only chair that was back facing the sun.

Her clenched jaw relaxed when her father kicked her knee, drawing her back to reality and trying to get her to realize who she was speaking to.

Tim was the type of man who had a fragile ego. The minimal sign of disrespect or annoyance would get him to act in consequence. Her father had seen it before, he had to deal with it before. One misunderstanding had him almost feel forced to do business with someone else when he suddenly raised the price of his supplies.

—Not like it's an issue. Vitamin D is always good —she faked a smile, hurrying to drink from her orange juice before looking away.

—Harry, you must be so proud, huh? —he chuckled, pointing at her while talking with her father.

—I am —her father sighed—. Every day, I am more at ease thinking I'll leave the business in good hands.

—One day you should let her take control of these deals —he suggested, shaking his hands in the air as he pointed at the situation they had going on.

—One day she will. Don't worry about that.

She would've been creeped out by his comments if Tim wasn't also her ex boyfriend's father and she wasn't used to that type of attitude from him. Those comments were nothing new.

—By the way, leaving your business in good hands... I guess it'll also depend on who she ends up with.

—Excuse me? I don't see what one thing has to do with the other —she frowned.

Touching that delicate topic did annoy her, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to control her tongue from running wild depending on the answer he gave her.

—I mean —he started as he laughed—, it depends on what your significant other's ambitions are.

—And what my limits are drawn —she cut him off—. Also, I can't see why the business would be affected if my boyfriend doesn't even belong to the field.

Her father reached his hand to her wrist, trying to get her to control her tone as soon as he noticed the anger forming on the last few words.

—So your current boyfriend doesn't belong to the field? —Tim's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

It was almost as if he got from her the involuntary sign he wanted.

—Current boyfriend? —her father asked, alternating his eyes between his daughter and Tim.

—Oh, was it a secret?

Her tongue moved over her lower lip, in a desperate attempt to control it from running wild before she looked at her father.

—I don't k...

But she was knocked out with the evidence right on her face. As he spoke, she could see him messing with his phone, thinking it was just him being as disrespectful as he usually was, but seeing the picture on his screen made it clear he was just being a rat.

A picture from the past night was occupying a 50% of the screen, where she could be seen snuggling to San while his arm was around her neck. And she probably wouldn't be in that big problem if she hadn't encouraged him to wrap his arm around her, when she held his wrist and placed it on the other side of her neck, to give it a couple vibe. She clearly didn't think of the consequences of taking that picture, and giving Wooyoung her Instagram user shortly after when he asked, mainly because she didn't think he'd upload it, and even less tag her. But also doubted anyone was paying so much attention to her to be aware of the posts she was tagged on.

—My son saw it on his feed today, and I was curious about that. The poor thing is still brokenhearted.

—Others call it obsession —she mumbled.

—What?

—Nothing —her father rushed to answer for her.

He was also the one who broke up with her because she didn't meet his standards, after dating for two years. It just sounded weird for her that Tom was scrolling down her social media to keep track of everything she did -when last time she had news about him against her will, he was snorting coke in the middle of a stripper's tits.

—You didn't know about her relationship? Oh, sorry.

Tim should've been thankful to her father for being there, and being the only reason why she wasn't sticking his croissant down his throat.

—Of course I knew —Harry nodded, adapting quickly to the situation and trying to sound as relaxed as possible—. A really good guy.

As much as her father tried to make it sound like he was indeed comfortable, there was some tiny crack in his voice that she was used to hearing when he got upset at her, and that only showed up when he tried to hide how angry he actually was in public.

She knew all that would turn up against her as soon as Tim walked victoriously out of there.

And he did.

Her father gave her the chance to sit on Tim's chair, as soon as he left with the excuse that he had a family meeting. And he was giving her that exact same scolding look he gave her whenever she failed an exam, or when she didn't behave the way she was expected to in the company.

—You're dating someone and you didn't tell me about it?

—It's my private life. I don't get what fucks that has to do with the company —she defended herself, crossing her arms over her chest.

—It has nothing to do with it until it's linked to your public social media —he accused—. It's important because his background could affect our reputation.

—Not everyone is as twisted and crazy as the Tities to be checking my tagged posts.

—Can you just own up to it? —he tried to get her to focus— Honestly, I'm well aware you've been dating around, and I don't think I've ever asked any explanation from you. It's your private life, and it has zero to do with your position because you've kept it on the down low. But do you realize that, once it connects somehow to your social media, not only you're making it public and accessible, but also linking it to the type of person and professional you might be? As bad as it is. If he's a known asshole, that image will also be added to you. If he's done fraud, that image will also be added to you.

—He's none of that —she waved her hands in the air, getting him to stop.

—That's why I want to judge by myself —her eyebrows furrowed at that answer—. I want to meet him so I can be sure he actually isn't none of that.

—It's not that serious...

She was already preparing the field for the imminent and sudden break up, but her father spoke first.

—You lowkey made it public, and what you have isn't serious? Y/n, no excuses, I want to meet him.

Well, she was damned.

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @crabs-with-sticks  |  AO3: CrabsWithSticks

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

Found Family in Crisis!!!!!! How This Local Woman's Life Just Keeps Getting Worse!!!  

Jacs and Dema talk music, tragedy, DMing tabletop games, and OCs who won't follow the damn rules

Dema: Good morning! Happy Saturday. Are you writing today? 

Jacs: I'm hoping to! Though I might be taking a break from my actual project to do some fun oneshots. Give myself a bit of time away from the tragedy of my bang fic and write something happy haha

Dema: That is very fair! Especially with heavier fics. How do you get in the zone to write, regardless of the project? Or does it vary depending on the vibes of your fic?

Jacs: Normally it involves getting nice and cozy under a blanket on the couch with a good cup of tea. I'll sometimes put a playlist on to get into a particular vibe, I've got a bunch of character playlists which can help get into the perspective of whatever oc I'm writing that day.

Dema: I won't get too specific with this question but, if there is one song on your playlist that especially fits your bang fic, what would it be?

Jacs: Hmm, I'd say probably 'Sampson' by Regina Spektor. The song is based on a tragic biblical story and is all about what could have happened if things had worked out differently. If the love had been enough to save them, then they wouldn't have been remembered by history but they would have been happy.

Dema: Oh okay, arrow straight to the heart. I see, I see.

Jacs: Yeah, I'm a known tragedy enjoyer, just rolling around in the sadness like a dog in a puddle. In order to get optimal levels of tragedy you gotta have some happiness first just so that readers can really see that it didn't have to be this way (but they never could have changed it).

Dema: I can't wait to read it! I also love tragedy, and especially in that ratio. Is there a particular one-shot idea you have kicking around, to cleanse the palate?

Jacs: Not sure! Though probably something with my oc Luca Trevelyan with Dorian, though I haven't actually managed to get very far through that particular playthrough yet....I'm a bit of a serial oc creator who then never gets around to actually playing them in the game.

Dema: Do you always make your OCs in game? Even if you don't get around to the playthrough? 

Jacs: Yep! It’s probably my favourite part of Dragon Age, or any CRPG. I really like thinking up characters, with their conflicts and histories. I'm a forever DM in real life, so I'm fairly used to making up characters and then never playing them, although at least with Dragon Age I already know the events of the game they'll be going through, so I have a better idea of their development arcs. I am trying to do a re-playthrough of the whole series before Veilguard comes out, but we'll see how successful that is haha.

Dema: Do you find that DMing has informed the way you structure your stories?

Jacs: I'd say that it probably has. When I DM I'm always keeping a hand on the pulse of all the characters, their emotions and where they're at in their arcs, because my aim is really to tell a good story. So I think it can help me to see things from the big picture as well as a more mechanical perspective. Though sometimes I do need to tell myself to stop looking at the big picture and just focus on what is at hand.

Dema: I'm a bit in awe of DMs. To me it seems like being the conductor of an orchestra, except all your musicians are improvising. Do your characters sometimes feel like players? Or do they tend to stay within the lines?

Jacs: They do end up getting away from me sometimes, or they'll do something that leaves me going 'huh, why did you just make that decision', because I know it's accurate but I'm not entirely sure why. Though sadly there's no actual player to ask...just my brain. I was intending to make quite a whimsical and happy Brosca, but she just keeps doing morally grey things!

Dema: HAHA ah yes, relatable. I find it's such an interesting balance, for me, between wanting everything in the story to feel a bit inevitable (especially in a tragedy!) and embracing the realism of some things just not having a clear explanation, especially character decisions.

Jacs: Yeah for sure! It's great when characters are messy and contradictory, I just wish it wasn't so hard...I had a character at one point who was making a whole bunch of decisions I wasn't expecting or had planned for, and I'd try to think 'ok why is this character doing this?' and all she supplied in return was 'I'm lactose intolerant'...which honestly was a very in character response; just straight up ignoring the question. 

Dema: A character in writing, or a character in a campaign you were DMing?

Jacs: A character I was writing.

Dema: Hahaha, incredible.

Jacs: I sometimes have, I guess little 'conversations' with my characters in my head where I tap into the section of my brain that they live in.

Dema: That's a great strategy! Is that how your characters first come to be?

Jacs: Hmm, I think the conversation part comes a bit later when I have some context for them, either in their history or in the game itself. It starts off as a lot of collaging together different ideas until it makes a full character. Often I start off from a particular theme or emotional angle I'm interested in exploring. So one started off as 'religious trauma', and another from 'idealism in a cruel society' and so on.

Dema: Has that first theme or idea ever come from a really unexpected source? And related to this, do you tend to be primarily inspired by the source material itself? I know that's a big reason so many of us love DA in particular.

Jacs: I think the themes are usually all ideas that I'm already interested in, but it's super fun seeing the way it can connect to the worldbuilding and lore. I think it's really important for characters to have specifics which tie them into the world around them, so thinking about how their family might have lived in the particular part of the world they're from, how they and the people around them either adhere to or go against it, and what impact that would have on their story. It's really fun looking at how a theme can change based on where the character comes from, like a character with conflict based around religious trauma is going to be different if they're human, Dalish or a city elf, and the world will react to them differently because of that.

Dema: Now I simply must ask you if you ever write AU fics.

Jacs: I haven't written many to be honest, though I do have some ideas for some. It can be hard translating a story that is really rooted in the specifics of one particular world and translating that to another. So I'm always really impressed to see when other people do it so well! I often find you can find a good parallel for one aspect of a character, but then you have to try to fit a second aspect or character conflict in and it doesn't fit the new world at all!

Dema: I feel the same!

Jacs: Writing; it's hard man.

Dema: It is! So why do you do it!? And a follow-up question: writing is hard, and you're signed up for a Big Bang! What made you interested? Is it your first one or have you done this before?

Jacs: It's like a wonderful little puzzle; except it can be all wibbly wobbly and just like real life it doesn't always need to make sense- it's lovely just to embrace the humanness of character writing!

So a bit of context, I recently finished postgraduate studies, and realised I didn't have any hobbies! I used to love creative writing of any sort when I was but a young whippersnapper (they say, in their mid 20s), so I decided to embrace the cringe and get back at it. I've never participated in any fandom events, or even written something this long that wasn't academic! But I'm really loving the community around this event and getting to chat to other writers as we all write (and suffer) together!

Dema: In the last minutes, and just for fun: can you come up with a click-bait title for your fic? Without giving anything major away, of course.

Jacs: Maybe something like 'Found Family in Crisis!!!!!! How This Local Woman's Life Just Keeps Getting Worse!!!’  (To quote the venerable Sir Terry Prattchet: And all those exclamation marks, you notice? Five? A sure sign of someone who wears his underpants on his head.)

Dema: Ten out of Ten, would click again. Thank you so much for setting aside this time to chat with me!

Jacs: No worries! I had a great time!

[epickiya722]

I just talked with my friend who is a Gojo fan but anti Geto and anti stsg. When I asked her about Satosugu, do you know what she said : "Just because someone loves Gojo it does not mean that they must ship satosugu or they also loves Geto. Unfortunately, I would call gojo/geto as close to canon as a queer ship can get in shounen. But it does not have to always be canon right?" (She loves Gojo/Sukuna and Gojo/Yuji ships, even wrote fanfics about them). I don't know how to answer her, between want to laugh and cry at the same time 🤣😭😆

Well, yeah, no one is forced to ship SatoSugu but how can anyone not?

Their backstory? The banter? How they're designed? How they act around each other? Like, come on! Season 2's first opening and ending are literally SatoSugu songs!

"Unfortunately..." why she had to say it like it's the worst representation ever? 😭

Honestly, pulling the "it doesn't always have to be canon, right" card is like "It's not canon so you shouldn't ship". Both ways, it's just saying "This is a rule that you must follow because it makes me comfortable". It's a tactic, a way of setting a rule because that person feels that it's "their way". Shipping should be something fun. Not something people should dictate, come on.

No offense to your friend, I mean that. But it's just odd to me to be anti-Geto when Sukuna is just as bad... wait, no. Sukuna is a lot worse. Is she a fan of Sukuna?

Now I will say at least your friend being anti-Geto is (probably, I don't know) why she doesn't ship SatoSugu. Which is fair. Some people will like a ship but hate one of the characters and I don't see the point of that. If you don't like the character, then don't feel the need to have a ship for them??? If I hate a character or don't particularly care for them, I wouldn't pay attention to the ships for them. That's just me.

I have seen some shippers of another fandom like this ship of two characters where one is really grumpy and hot blooded and gets a lot of hate and the other is like the typical Shonen protagonist, but he's a side character and those people will only ship that ship because "he can change him" as it's only right that one character has the ability to change and train the other like he's a dog. Honestly, disrespectful to both characters.

Back to SatoSugu!

Okay, back to a previous point. The "it doesn't have to always be canon bit" also applies to shipping Gojo/Sukuna and Gojo/Yuji. Both ships have way less content, especially, in a romantic sense than SatoSugu. Neither is canon and some people would have problems with them.

The first one, I can see why people ship it because you know the whole "enemies to lovers" and the whole fight thing and "I enjoyed fighting you". But those would be problems for people who don't ship them. Some folks don't like enemies being shipped because they usually try to kill each other and that ship is no different. Their whole fight may have been enjoyable for them, but they both still had those intentions to kill each other.

There's also the whole case of Sukuna possessing Yuji and Megumi's bodies, both being minors, so yeah, uncomfortable. (It's why nowadays people who like the ship prefer to ship them when it's OG!Sukuna.)

Speaking of, that's the problem people would have with the latter ship. Not everyone is fond of teacher/student relationships especially when a minor is involved.

That reminds me of how once I said something along the lines of "if SatoSugu had a kid, Yuji is the result". Something like that, something like that. [I'll post the link to that here.]

I don't know whether to cry or laugh either, Anon, I'll be real. Like... there's just so much to unpack here...