#AND HE STILL TRIES TO MAKE AMMENDS!!!!

[transformersbrainrot]

Yall ever think about how Megatron must've compared himself to Orion before the war...

Think about it: You're a miner who got arrested and forced to kill for entertainment, and you have all this righteous anger and resentment towards the world that you yell about into the void, and somehow... somehow, your words resonate with this person who is friends with, practically family, to so many of the Senate and the elite he should be everything you despise but somehow when you meet all he can talk about is how much your words mean to him and how what you're saying is important and valuable. He's everything you never were allowed to be. He has the perfect life, and he looks up to you? Do you think it inspired him to try more? I wonder how much sooner Megatron might've snapped if Orion had never been in the picture? Orion thought so highly of him, and I can't imagine Megatron could think of himself the same way. Even with Orion's encouragement, do you think he thought of himself as bad because Orion was so good and they were so different? I don't think he ever figured out what Orion saw in him, and it breaks my heart.

[badgalsasuke]

My thoughts on the Naruto ending

So I had said I was gonna post about my feelings and thoughts regarding the Naruto finale that might contain a few hot takes for some people, so here it is.

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST.

The Naruto ending is universally disliked, there's not doubt in that. Veteran SNS shippers don't like it because Naruto and Sasuke end up with women they don't love and aren't attracted to, and believe Naruto and Sasuke could've end up "single" with no ships confirmed; younger SNS shippers that weren't there when Naruto was still coming out believe they should've ended up together even though that could have not been plausible due to the manga industry quite conservative practices. Het!shippers on the other hand, believe the ending is bad for two different reasons: the first being that some believe that Narusaku and Sasukarin would've made more sense than SS and NH (some say just Narusaku and Sasuke should've stayed single); the second being that although they like SS and NH and the potential they believe these ships have "but wasn't explored further", Kishimoto can't write romance so he messed up both ships, making them bland and barely romantic.

Another reason why the ending is disliked for non-shipping reasons and mostly by Sasuke stans, is that even though in the couple chapters before the 700th one Naruto and Sasuke talk about changing the shinobi system, we see in Boruto that the system has not been changed at all and instead Naruto and Sasuke are reinforcing it despite all the oppression and suffering they were put through it in its name. We even see Itachi, the man who committed genocide being lauded as a hero for his actions and zero reflection on Konoha as a genocidal State. Oh and the Hyuga clan still practices slavery.

So here I come to say the following: Naruto's ending makes sense.

Now before y'all tear me to pieces let me explain myself. The first time I read the finale I thought it was stupid, one reason being that the ships make no sense no matter the angle you try to look at them and the other reason being that Sasuke was now working for the same State that murdered his clan with Naruto now as the head of that same State and making no changes to the Shinobi system (not a very good look on him, right?), so I thought for many years that the ending sucked.

Then The Last, Boruto and Sasuke Retsuden came out and all I could think was "woah this is all really shit from the butt".

But then one day when I was thinking about the manga as a whole, mostly because I was starting to realize that Kishimoto was being intentional in his writing of Naruto and Sasuke's romantic bond and it wasn't accidental like most of the fandom thinks, I just started connecting dots and trying to make sense of the whole story and seeing how the ending fitted into that. I'm someone that whenever it comes to literary analysis and criticism always tries to think about what was the author intention before I label something as bad because it wasn't my personal preference how something was written.

And that's how I realized what there was theme to the Naruto ending is. It's all about conformity.

Now, don't get me wrong the Naruto ending still has flaws, two big ones in my opinion, which I'll point out further down the post, but what I want to do is show you the forest because I feel the fandom is mostly focused on a couple of trees when it comes to the finale. I want you to see the thread of events Kishimoto created and how he was trying to keep it as in character as possible.

So first things first. If you've read Kishimoto interviews over the years then you would know what was the ending he had envisioned: chapter 698. He talks about how he wanted Naruto and Sasuke to have their final fight, make ammends and change the shinobi system together. He achieved two out those three things he intended.

In a quite controversial interview that most of the fandom likes to ignore, Kishimoto stated that he had no emotional attachement to Naruto and Hinata as a couple and it was Studio Pierrot who had pitched the whole thing about The Last movie. He also states that he decided to make NH endgame after Shippuden had started and he had also considered Narusaku as well, but then in another interview that came later he started saying he had intended to make NH canon since the very beginning. He was constantly contradicting himself in these interviews over the years. Kishimoto has also expressed his distate for SS and Sakura's character in general in different interviews.

So what I personally believe is that Kishimoto's editorial, Shueisha, made him change his statements because saying he had no plans for NH and it was Studio Pierrot idea was quite damaging to the franchise (no wonder the interview got kinda buried too, lol).

I think the biggest challenge for Kishimoto was giving the editorial, the studio and most of the fandom the het!ships they wanted without compromising as much the characters the story of his manga revolves around, Naruto and Sasuke.

So we get to ch. 699 where I believe Kishimoto is laying the ground for the finale we ended up getting.

In ch. 698 it seemed like Naruto and Sasuke had been able to resolve their issues and been able to talk about their feelings for each other. Something Sasuke repeats in ch. 699, a chapter entirely narrated by him. However right at the end of ch. 699 we get what seems to be a regression of what we had seen in the previous chapter.

It is implied that Naruto and Sasuke had an argument off-screen hence why Sasuke thought Naruto would not come to see him and bid him farewell before his atonement journey. What was the argument about is never really explained, some fans speculate Naruto was upset about Sasuke going on an atonement journey considering Naruto had pleaded for Sasuke to not be imprisoned and saw no reason for Sasuke to go on a redemption trip. I personally believe it had something to do with Naruto failing to come to terms with his feelings for Sasuke because, as we see right away, Naruto gives Sasuke back his headband and Sasuke says he'll keep it until they have their real fight which is interesting, to say the least, because didn't we just see their real fight the literal prior chapter? basically, we're being told Naruto and Sasuke haven't been able to truly talk about their feelings and put into words what their relationship really is about hence why Sasuke keeps the headband. As long as Sasuke has the headband, it will mean Naruto hasn't been able to truly accept what he feels for Sasuke. In essence, ch. 699 is Kishimoto retconning ch. 698 to give way to what comes later.

After chapter 700 came out we started getting so much content, both filler and canon, that tries to explain how we got there. Let's start with The Last, the movie that tries to explain how the heck Naruto ended up with Hinata.

The Last is sort of a hybrid, it's written for the most part by Studio Pierrot employees who had the idea in the first place and Kishimoto corrected a few things here and there and is also what for me, makes the ending flawed for one big reason: Naruto's character assassination.

Naruto is a shonen manga that's more focused and concerned on it's emotional battles and communicates it to the audience through it's physical battles rather than the powerscaling stuff Naruto dudebros would have you thinking the manga is actually about. So this means that Naruto, its main character, spends the entire manga learning about his feelings and putting them into words. That's what his story is mainly about; learning to love and to be loved.

The Last undoes this in the stupidest way possible. To give Naruto an excuse on why he always ignored Hinata they intend to make the audience believe it's because "Naruto doesn't know what love is" by writing Naruto not being able to differentiate between loving someone and liking ramen. This is absolute nuts. We know that Naruto understands what is love, what is not love and that love doesn't come out of nowhere, we see that when Sakura fake confesses to Naruto, he's able to spot right away she's not being genuine because he understands those three things. So this is the first flaw of the Naruto ending for me.

The second flaw is the dismissal of Kurama and Naruto's status as a Jinchuuriki. I find the most embarrasing thing about The Last to be that they had to put Naruto through a genjutsu so he could hallucinate "memories of Hinata being there for him but he was too dumb to notice" but it's even worse once you remember that Naruto canonically should not be able to be put through a genjutsu in the first place. Studio Pierrot had to break rules of Kishimoto's universe in order to give NH some mediocre development and to me this will always be the worst part of the finale. If you can't make a ship work within the universe rules, then why make it a thing at all?

Some people didn't like that Hinata is totally useless in the movie, but for me this is not a flaw, as it is entirely in character with who she is in the manga. Making her a mary sue out of nowhere on the other hand, would be a flaw of the story.

Now that I've talked about what I think are the flaws of the Naruto ending, let's talk about the things that work in The Last (and I believe is where Kishimoto put his input) to make the finale make sense. The first one being that Sakura is the one that pushes Naruto to be with Hinata. In the manga we see several times Sakura is insecure about Naruto and Sasuke's bond and being jealous of Naruto's spot in Sasuke's heart. Even Hinata is baffled by Sakura wanting to help her and asks her why she's doing all that because she knows they're not friends. We then see Sakura think about Sasuke (who's also conviniently excluded from the movie) and simply say "we, girls, should support each other", she wants Naruto out of the picture so she can have Sasuke for herself and she succeeded. It's also important to note that once Sakura got what she wanted she no longer pretended to be a friend of Hinata, she didn't even kept close contact with Naruto either as we see in Naruto Gaiden, Sarada and Naruto don't know each other like that at all, if Sakura was being a genuine friend to Hinata and Naruto, she would've kept her family close to Naruto's but she didn't.

One more thing that I find works about The Last is that Naruto doesn't passionately fall in love with Hinata, but instead is constantly guilt-tripped into liking her, which is more true to his character. You have a man already struggling to accept his sexuality, who also has his deceased mother's expectation of marrying a girl and on top of that is a pathological people pleaser, of course he's gonna marry the first girl that tells him she loves him. It makes sense this all happened while Sasuke was not in the village. Naruto panicked about his sexual identity and rushed to marry an "acceptable woman" in the eyes of the people whose approval he craves, as we see in the special chapter Kishimoto wrote that came out after The Last: the villagers fawning over Konoha's hero dating the Hyuga heiress.

Likewise, Sasuke not attending Naruto's wedding helps the ending not be as contrived or out of character of them. Kishimoto never wrote anything on why Sasuke skipped the wedding as far as I can recall, but in the episodes that Studio Pierrot made dedicated to Naruto's wedding we see a Sasuke completely absent and detached from the event, something Naruto dudebros use to dunk on him because that made him a terrible friend from their perspective, but as usual they're not paying attention to the full narrative Kishimoto is creating here.

Making Sasuke be happy for Naruto and attend his wedding and give him a gift and all that crap, would've made het!shippers and Naruto dudebros happy but it would be at the expense of his character and the story Kishimoto was writing. Remember, Sasuke had kept the headband all these time until he could have his real fight with Naruto, meaning he was waiting for Naruto to be honest about his feelings for him, so him not attending Naruto's wedding is a way to communicate to the audience (at least the part that's paying attention) that Sasuke is heartbroken by the news.

I believe this is why Kishimoto designed adult Sasuke the way he did and makes him dress the way he does as an adult. All black and depressing. I also believe that Sasuke will stop dressing that way the minute he and Naruto have their real fight, if they ever have it, that is.

Additionally, Kishimoto nailed making NH canon before SS would be canon. Naruto, as I stated before, is the one that struggles with his identity and feelings for Sasuke and the one that has the expectations to marry a woman so it makes sense that he would be the one to marry a woman first. SS becoming canon first wouldn't make sense because not only is Sasuke more outspoken about his contempt for Sakura, whereas Naruto remains polite and neutral to Hinata's feelings, but Sasuke also has no reason to be with Sakura if Naruto is still available, in fact, Kishimoto making Sakura be the one to chase Sasuke after Naruto's wedding because Sasuke never came back, as we see it stated in Naruto Gaiden ch. 10, is also in character for both Sasuke and Sakura, instead of writing it the other way around like SS shippers wished, y'know their whole thing about Sasuke coming back to the village for Sakura and apologizing to her because he didn't realize how much he actually loved her because he was trapped in the darkness blah blah blah (I think this is what happens in filler novel Sasuke shinden lol).

If Naruto is not available, then Sasuke is in a very emotionally vulnerable position and Sakura took advantage of that. You see the narrative Kishimoto is creating here? There's a thread to follow on why stuff happened they way it did.

Now, I mentioned before that the theme of the Naruto finale was conformity. Here's where I explain how:

The first thing is Naruto's physical appearance. Kishimoto liked to draw a young Naruto all punk and grunge. He even had already made a design of adult Naruto where Naruto looks, well, cool and HOT.

Yet, for the actual finale he gave us an ugly Naruto, but also a Naruto that looks tired and exhausted. How does this tie with the conformity theme? when Naruto was young he used to go against the rules, defy expectations people had of him, tell authorities to fuck off. Like, when he was told to give up on Sasuke when he was 12, Naruto responded "If giving up on Sasuke makes me wise, I'd rather be fool my entire life", this man was a rebel. But as an adult we see him become the head of State that continues to reproduce the status quo that had once oppressed him. Naruto turned apathetic, his appearance reflects his attitude.

And this is consistent with the narrative Kishimoto's been crafting. Just in the same way Naruto conformed to society's expectation when he married a woman he doesn't love and barely knows, he also conformed and succumbed to the shinobi world status quo. It would *make zero sense* for Naruto to revolutionize the shinobi world while married to princess slaver Hinata Hyuga, that'd be an oxymoron, completely contradictory narrative wise. Certainly, Naruto always struggled to find an ideology, to put it in some way, when it came to Konoha and its ninjas practices and had a messed up perception of its villagers (see: the whole Dark Naruto mini plot) but he still wanted to change the shinobi world WITH SASUKE by his side, once the story established they don't end up together and Sasuke isn't by his side, Naruto doesn't care anymore.

This is why I don't find strange that Kishimoto wrote Naruto oversleeping in the eve of his name day as Hokage, a day Naruto had once dreamt about when he was a child. The spark is gone.

But the spark isn't just gone for Naruto, it's also gone for Kishimoto. Naruto didn't even attend his name day because he was knocked out by Himawari. This is Kishimoto being petty. He spent 15 years writing a story where the goal was to see Naruto become Hokage and he knew how anticipated this moment was and he still went and ruined it for the fans anyway. Naruto dudebros were furious about this, but not once did they stop to wonder about the implications of this, what it said about Kishimoto's relationship with his work if it had gotten to the point he went and "fucked it up".

Naruto cared about the state of the world before he became indifferent to it. This is why when Sasuke stans complain about Naruto not actually caring about Sasuke's trauma but can never really explain why Naruto is like that as an adult. They try to pretend Naruto never cared but this is a lie, kid and teenage Naruto was compassionate to Sasuke's trauma and pain even if he didn't always managed it in the best way possible. So, I always feel like they're missing this particular piece of the puzzle: if Naruto can't be his true self then he cannot change the world and neither can Sasuke.

Because the same thing occurs to Sasuke. One blog once posted that Sasuke not caring about his child is out of character, but Sasuke not caring about Sakura's child is very much in character and I feel that sums up Kishimoto's writing of both adult Sasuke and Naruto. This passiveness you wouldn't imagine from their younger selves, takes a hold of them once they become adults and gradually "get in line" to be a part of the real world. Sasuke doesn't care about his child because he had her with a woman he doesn't even like or respect. Sasuke is stuck in time still holding onto that headband, hoping he and Naruto will one day have their real battle.

Sasuke uses the forehead poke, a gesture he always hated, on his wife and child because he, just like his brother to him, wants to distance himself from them. Sasuke now serves the same village that plotted the mass murder of his clan and family because why not? his brother is lauded as a hero for killing his entire clan after all. Sasuke too, has conformed.

I actually wonder if this is in some way linked to modern Japanese culture. Japanese culture and society are deeply conformist with everybody is always trying to fulfill roles imposed in them, always trying to achieve what is expected of them. It could also be about how adulthood sucks the passion and hopes out of the youth (Kishimoto started writing Naruto when he was 24 and finished when he was in his forties). And of course, the closeting of queer people leading miserable lives as pretenders.

If Sasuke is meant to end up with Sakura and Naruto is meant to end up with Hinata then Kishimoto cannot make them happy marriages and give them happy families, he also cannot keep Naruto and Sasuke as revolutionary outcasts that stand up against the status quo, that fanservice would be out of character and out of theme.

This is what I mean when I say the ending makes sense, once you see the finale is all about conformity the thread of events becomes understandable and more heartbreaking too. You don't have to like it, but I do think we have to understand where is Kishimoto coming from when he wrote it the way he did.

The Naruto fandom wanted black and grey from Kishimoto and that's exactly what Kishimoto gave them, black and grey.

EDIT: I've written more on how the conformity theme starts to become present in the series as far back as in Neji's death, check it out HERE

[russellsppttemplates]

No more of this (Lando Norris)

Lando is trying to stop the hurt of loosing you by getting ahead of it and (trying to) leave you first

Note: english is not my first language. It's angsty but has a good ending! ✨️ I took a bit of a gamble with this one, and I'm hoping it is still a good enough piece to read! This was from a request for which I had another idea whilst I was writing this one, so I might work on it if this truly is a bad take on it!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Cw: relationship troubles, miscommunication, anxiety symptoms, alludes to the passing of a family member and consequent inheritances

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Lando wasn't sure how long he had been in the room on his own, but he knew he didn't have it in him to leave soon.

He thought he wasn't enough, he was too much trouble for anyone around him, that's why no one is there for him right now.

He grabbed his phone and swiped the screen to check if the texts he sent you had gone through, but the lack of an answer from your part was simply that.

Not even Y/N cares about him or what he needs. Maybe he didn't word it in the right away? Surely, Y/N would have replied by now if he had written it down properly and not appeared like a clingy, needy child. Maybe he could send another one, just to make sure it is all alright.

To lovie ✨️

I'm sorry if that was a lot, but I just wanted to know how your day had been! I love you, sweet girl 🧡

There, all better.

The McLaren driver waited for your answer, hoping to make ammends from his previous tries.

Maybe she's busy, she has so much on her plate as well. She can't take care of Lando too. Lando wonders what his girlfriend would do if she knew you felt like this. If she found him lying in a bed, unable to move and startled by the idea of facing the outside? She would leave him right then and there. Y/N can only take so much and she's not going to take this.

The tears that fell went unoticed until they pooled on the pillow cover fabric, wetting it and dampening Lando's cheek and jaw.

The weight on his chest lightened when his phone vibrated.

From lovie ✨️

I'm so sorry, Lan - my phone was on silent because of the meeting with the notary and I forgot to turn it back up 🤦‍♀️

It has been a busy couple of days with the signings and handovers, but I can already see the end of it!

And how was your day, bubs?

I miss you loads and can't wait to kiss your handsome face 🧡 I love you 💖

There it goes, that wasn't so bad, right? She replied - she's safe, she has a reason why and she wrote I love you. Maybe all of that fuss was for nothing.

Lando quickly typed back a reply, hitting the button to send after reading it a couple of times to ensure it was good.

To lovie ✨️

It's okay, sweet girl, you don't have to worry! It's been same old, had a training session with Jon and then worked on the sim.

Can't wait for you to be home soon, I love you so much ❤️

You replied, that was all he needed. Everything is back to normal, the heartbeat has slowed down, the weight on the chest had been lifted, and breathing wasn't so hard anymore.

For now, anyway.

The last two days had been fine, good even - Lando spent the afternoon playing padel with Max Verstappen, streaming with Quadrant and even played golf on his own, relief washing over him when, despite being on his own, his thoughts didn't take him to the dark side like he expected them to.

You had FaceTimed every night and exchanged texts in the morning so there hadn't been any reason to worry - until now anyway.

When Max and Pietra told you they were flying to Monaco to spend the week there, you decided to postpone leaving for two days and take the flight with them instead.

You'd have to have reached the realisation that Lando is not the best you can do. You couldn't possibly be that blind.

Y/N knows you're he's not good enough, she knows she deserves so much more and now that she has property back home and a safe ground, she'll leave him before he knows it.

It builds up again, his breathing short and laboured while his heart speeds up, his hands unconsciously retreating into themselves and making fists as his nails graze his palm.

You are going to leave him.

Not if Lando leaves you first.

"This isn't even the worst flight we've had", Max reasoned once you landed in Nice, "you're really feeling it, aren't you?", he nudged your shoulder.

"It's just been a busy couple of weeks", you sighed, looking for your luggage on the carrousel, "I'm so glad it's all dealt with now and I can finally be home again", you smil3d tiredly.

"You mean you can finally be with Lando again", Pietra teased you.

"Can you blame me, though? I miss him so much I'm not sure I can keep away from him for long once I hug him", you admitted, spotting the bright blue luggage on the conveyor belt.

"Lando just texted me saying he is by the informative screens", Max offered, grabbing his and Pietra's luggage and leaving the way out of the busy airport.

Once you spotted your boyfriend, you hastened your pace to approach him, leaving the luggage on the side so you could jump into his embrace.

"Hey, my love, I missed you so much", Lando held you impossibly tight to him, nipping on the skin of your neck and inhaling your scent.

Y/N is back, she's here.

"Me too, baby", you said, kissing his neck multiple times, "I'm so glad to be home", you mumbled, pulling a smile out of him before you kissed his lips.

"One could argue we are here too, but we're clearly not that important", Max joked, patting Lando's back where he could given that you were clinging to him like a koala.

"The car is in the -2 Parking zone", Lando offered, grabbing your luggage and walking behind his bestfriend and his girlfriend while keeping you close to him.

For now, this would have to suffice before things changed forever.

The whole drive back to Lando's apartment involved light chatter and catching up on the past few weeks.

"I think we should go out, enjoy some of the night life while you still can", Max slapped Lando's shoulder once you had settled in and unpacked.

"I can get us entrances", the Formula One driver agreed, grabbing his phone before he went through his contacts.

Once the entrances and the dinner reservations were secured, the four of you took turns in showering and getting ready, Lando never letting you leave his sight for long.

"You look beautiful, lovie", Lando complimented, watching your shake out the curls you had done on your hair.

"Thank you, bubs - you look really handsome too, I love it when you wear all black", you mused, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles gently.

It was all good. You didn't seem mad or upset with him, in the contrary actually - like he felt, you too were a bit needy for his touch and to have him close to you, offering him reassuring words and sweet nothings every time you could. Maybe his thoughts were a lie. Some of them have been, maybe those were too.

The dinner was lovely and you were able to walk to the club you'd be spending the night in, getting drinks first before finding the area you were staying in. Lando was quickly pulled by the DJ on the booth, recognising him from previous nights out, while you, Max and Pietra stayed where you were.

He was enjoying himself before he noticed you were chatting with someone else, remembering him from your friend's birthday.

He has a girlfriend who is Y/N's friend, Lando has nothing to worry about.

Until he does.

He doesn't miss the way you hug him or the way you engage in light chat with him, all smiles and cheers.

You deserve someone who is always there for you, who can be present and make you smile like that all the time, and he knows he's not the person for the job.

"I'm going back down to my group - thanks for the invite", Lando shook his hand before pulling the DJ for a quick hug, making his way to you and your friends.

"Hey, love, you're back!", you smiled with a big wave to beckon him over, lacing your hand in his as soon as you were close enough, "you remember Marvin, right?".

"Yes, hi, how are you?", he mused, shaking his hand before protectively placing his arm around your waist.

Marvin had to leave to go be with his friend group as since then, you noticed Lando seemed weird. He was usually the life of the party and he always enjoyed himself in these environments, so to see him just stand there and sway his head to the music was a foreign sight.

"Dance with me, baby", you put your back to his chest, letting his hand hold you by your waist still while you swayed your bodies.

"I love you, Y/N, never forget that", he mumbled spontaneously after a while, kissing your cheek multiple times before hiding your face in your neck.

"I love you too, Lan, so much", you replied back as that was the last clue that something was going on.

A couple hours later, and after you had been sat at the booth for quite a bit, you told Lando that you felt a little tired, Max and Pietra agreeing with you that all the travelling had caught up with you, so you made your way out and back to his apartment.

"Have a goodnight, guys", you waved as Max helped his girlfriend into the room, the blonde woman having already fallen asleep on the way.

"Are you feeling better, Y/N?", Lando wondered as he watched you put your heels back in their spot once you stepped inside your bedroom and closed the door behind you.

You debated telling him the truth, but your relationship has been built in honesty and trust about everything, so the course to take was obvious, "Actually", you began, "I am totally fine, but I noticed you weren't great, you didn't seem that happy and I thought we could talk about it , if you'd like", you suggested, "or we could sleep, I'm fine with either, but I hope you choose the one that makes you feel better", you smiled.

The smile quickly vanished when Lando got up from the bed, his body language tight and tense, "now you care about me? Now you want to know if I'm okay or if I'm doing what makes me happy? All after I felt like shit and had to deal with things on my own?", Lando mused, taking you aback with such words.

"Lando, baby, what do you mean with that?", you asked.

"You were here and I was there, and then I have been here while you've been back home and you haven't been there for me", Lando spat, "I just wanted you by my side, I needed you and you weren’t there for me", he concluded. The anger previously in his tone was replaced by sadness and a hint of shame even.

"Lando, it's not like I have been on vacation purposefully away from you - there have been matters that my family needed me to take care of as there wasn't anyone else to take that responsibility! I don't understand where this is coming from - if I wasn't with you it's because I really couldn't be there!", you argued.

"It's... I can't do this right now", Lando looked up as tears started brimming his eyes.

"It seems not", you defended yourself, feeling the hints of accusation and the lack of flexibility and empathy from your boyfriend, "excuse me", you offered, grabbing your pyjamas and leaving your shared bedroom.

The accusations you threw to one another were heard by your guests as Max looked for you while you adjusted the living room sofa so that it could turn into a single bed, not needing the full sized mattress since you'd be clearly sleeping alone.

"What are you doing here?", Max wondered.

"You don't need to pretend you didn't hear that", you shrugged your shoulders before wiping your cheeks with your thumb, pulling on the sheet so the corner wouldn't fly off during the night.

"I can't take the guest room when you are sleeping here, Y/N", Max offered, pulling your hand so you would get up.

"I'm fine, it's not like I'm counting on getting that much sleep", you mumbled, sitting down against the cushions.

"You two are going to sort it out", Max gulped, "you always do, Y/N", sitting down next to you.

"Do you think we will?", you muttered, the weight of the words leaving your mouth settling in the possibility, "did he tell you anything? I'm at a loss at where all of this has come from", you offered your perspective.

"You're Lando and Y/N - there is no way in this world that you don't make it work. You are meant to be, no matter whatever turn you took in your life or whatever decisions you could've taken differently, you and Lando were supposed to meet in every single one of them", Max comforted as he rubbed your back, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Things are so messed up between us", you tutted at your boyfriend's earlier words and the disbelief that this was happening.

"Lando has been under a lot of pressure lately", Max offered, "I know his words hurt you and I'm certainly not justifying them, but he's... He just wants to be his best self for you, and between his family issues and this season's prospects, not having you with him there has shaken the foundation he thought was his steady self".

"I didn't notice it - yay for the bad girlfriend points!", you jokingly cheered before groaning, "I need out of this day".

"That's why you should go to the spare bedroom to sleep it off, Y/N", Max sternly said, "and you're not a bad girlfriend for this, not at all".

"I'm staying here, I told you", you stated, "you go and take that spare room, P is probably asleep on the bed already", you giggled, "I'll be fine".

"Tomorrow is a new day and a new opportunity for a fresh outlook of this whole situation", Max tapped his thighs before getting up, "Good night, Y/N".

"Good night, Max", you waved as he turned off the ceiling lights and closed the French doors that separated the living room from the dining room and the rest of the apartment.

Lando tossed and turned around for what felt like the hundredth time since he laid down on the mattress.

His words didn't come out the way he wanted them to.

But maybe it was for the best.

He didn't want to hurt you, and that is both a burden and a guilt that he will carry for the rest of his life.

She'll never forgive him. Not now that he's really shown how messed up and broken he is. How the playful, giggly boyfriend she was with is now a shell of a poor excuse of a man. He had been spending the nights alone since you were gone, but now that he knew you were - hopefully - still somewhere in the apartment and not next to him, the weight on his chest couldn't be heavier. It gets harder to breathe, and the thoughts don't stop.

He's lost the best person in his life because these insecurities got the best of him. Once again, he's letting them win and take charge of his life.

Lando sits up and holds the pillow you usually sleep with, trying to catch a small whiff of your scent that still lingers there and usually calms him down.

He's done something really bad. Maybe this was him. This was who he was nowadays and he was truly doing you the favour of letting you out before it got too bad.

When Lando wakes up after sleeping for what feels like a long nap, only Max is up as he steps into the kitchen.

"Morning", Lando muttered, not sure where to pick up from what he knows his bestfriend heard only a couple of hours ago.

"Morning, mate! P is feeling the hangover, so she'll be out for a while! Let's go on a run, it will do us both good", he put his hands on Lando's shoulders and patting them.

Lando groans and looks longingly at the living room, noticing the closed doors, wondering if you were still asleep.

Such an ass he is, letting his girlfriend sleep on the sofa.

Lando and Max run the usual distance, stopping to stretch at the little park area near his apartment, and because it's still early, there is no one else around but them and an older man walking his dog.

"Will you tell me what's going on with you and Y/N? Because by the looks of it, you really should talk to someone about it", Max stated. There wasn't a chance that Lando could run away from this, figuratively or literally, so he explained to his bestfriend what had been going on his mind.

"Do you think I am someone worthy of her? Y/N deserves so much better than me, so it's best if she leaves me first", Lando concluded.

"If she leaves you first, what?! Do you think it won't hurt you? Or her? Is that what this is all about?", Max argued, "you're seriously telling me that the only way you see a solution for this is to break up with her because you're so sure she wants to break up with you?! This is ridiculous, Lando!!".

"Of course it will hurt, Max! I love that girl with everything I have and I can't bear the thought of disappointing her, of her having less than she deserves, and I also can't even think about her leaving me! The anticipation that any moment she could say those words has been killing me!", he admitted outloud for the first time.

"Lando, that girl loves you with every bone of her body, do you really think she is going to break up with you?", Max sighed, "your mind is lying to you and it pains me to see the way it's doing it to you and the people around you".

"I'm not where I should be, these thoughts are consuming me left and right and I can't tell apart what is real and what my mind is catastrophising ", Lando agreed.

"Lando, people can't help you if you don't tell them you're feeling like that", Max stated, both sternly and empathetically, "and there are so many people that care about you".

They sit in silence in the bench as Lando ponders his words and Max replays them on his head.

"Is that what is going on in your head, though? That Y/N is going to leave you, and so you're getting ahead of it by breaking up with her?", Max mused.

"When you say it like that, it sounds so stupid and the opposite of what I want to do", Lando scoffed at himself, "but everything is aligned to it - she can do so much better for herself, and it's stupid I know, but my mind goes on and on about this and it almost never quietens down", he gulped.

"Y/N doesn't want to leave you, Lando, that's another lie you're telling yourself", Max offered, "she loves you and you deserve eachother because you're it, you're the endgame and you can work through this, but she needs to know".

"I know - sometimes I do anyway, I think", Lando chuckled lightly at his own joke, "we need to go home, I need to speak with Y/N".

"Indeed you do", Max agreed, getting up and following him to the apartment.

Pietra was already up and in the kitchen when the boys arrived, pecking her boyfriend's lips and looking at Lando, "Y/N's up, we have had breakfast and she went back to the living room while I was in the shower", she informed as Lando nodded.

"Can I come in?", Lando asked after knocking on the door.

"Yes, it's your apartment after all", you mused as he stepped inside

"No, Y/N", Lando groaned, "this is our place, my love, and there's something I need to tell you, many things in fact", he added.

"You should start then", you patted the spot next to the mattress where you had spent the night.

"I love you, Y/N, so much, that was never a question, and it was because I love you so much that every now and again, I have these thoughts that I'm not good enough for you, that I can't give you what you deserve and that you'd be better off with someone else, or without me", he took a big breath in, "I just wanted to be my best self for you, and it all comes crashing and building up and up and I can't shut the noise down".

"Lando, you could've told me, I would've helped, try to do my best in helping you so you weren't carrying this on your own", you offered, your hand crawling to his so you could hold it in yours.

"I hated that I needed you that much because you also have your own life and you don't want to be next to me every waking second. In my head, you shouldn't have to deal with me being needy of feeling like this", he admitted.

"And I'll be, I don't care what you need or say, Lando, I'm going to be here for you, I don't have to go back for a while now, so I'll be where you need me", you offered, "and, Lando, you could never be too much for me, you could never make me feel like I can do better because every day I thank my lucky stars that we're together and that you feel the same love I feel for you", you cupped his face, "you deserve so much, Lando Norris, and I'll work everyday to prove you that you're worthy of love and care and that things going on here are sometimes a lie", you kissed his forehead.

"I don't deserve having you, I yelled at you for no reason", Lando mumbled.

"There was a reason, and it would take me a lot more than you yelling at me when you're stressed and worried, but I'd also like to know whatever is happening when it is happening so I can help, or we can seek out professional help too", you rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs.

No one had ever fought for him like this. He's used to be the one to prove to people that they belong in his life and that's he's all in, not the other way around since, once every time his partners start to feel like it's too much once the honeymoon phase fades out and regular, day-to-day troubles show up notice it getting serious, they flee.

"We'll do this together, lovie", Lando muttered against your lips as he looked into your eyes, "I'm sorry I doubted you when in reality you are the one who's always stuck with me", he smiled, kissing your lips.

[dragonbe-writing]

Wildflowers and Cigarettes Pt 2 (John Price x OC)

Summary: John follows his wife back inside, trying to make ammends.

Word Count: ~1.9k

A/N: Hello! I'm having a lot of fun writing this story!! Requests are open!

Pt. 1 -- Pt. 3

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She heard him follow after her as she set her mug down in the kitchen. She didn’t turn to acknowledge him, didn’t spare him another glance. She knew he had nowhere else to go, no other belongings than the ones he had here. 

Would he pack? Leave without another argument?

Surely he hadn’t sat on the porch all night for that, right?

Nothing had changed. John’s eyes drifted around the room, taking in every familiar detail. He had expected everything to be different. He toed off his boots, groaning softly in relief. He hadn’t realized how much he ached until now. 

Loitering behind her in the kitchen, he frowned at the empty vase on the island. What had she done with his wildflowers, then?

“...I have work,” she said to him, walking past him and disappearing into their room. He could practically see the rain cloud looming over her, the way her eyes avoided him, the uncertainty in her stubbornness. 

He peeked in the garbage— nothing. He looked out the drawn curtains, searching the backyard. They didn’t seem to be thrown out there, either. What had she done with them? He’d check the firepit when she left for work, see if it was still warm. 

Did she expect him to be gone by the time she got back? Would she let him stay, let him try to talk to her? He could hear her music playing, that reminiscent scene of her getting ready for work. He busied himself with the dishes, unloading the dishwasher. He remembered how much she hated it, how she had a tendency to let the dirty ones pile up. 

He’d do a million dishes if it meant getting to stay. 

Boots echoed on the ground, the smell of her perfume wafting into the room. Eyes narrowed as she watched him, huffing softly. “We can talk when I get home tonight,” she said, tucking hair behind her ear. 

He looked over his shoulder, nodding at her. “Alright. Have a good day at work, sweetheart,” he said softly, blue eyes scanning her discomfort. She turned without another word, tense as she grabbed her bag and headed out the front door. 

Her walls were up, and he knew it. It had taken a long time and a lot of trust for her to take them down the first time. It pained him to see them back up, to see her hurting herself because she was worried about being hurt again. But John wouldn’t hurt her again, he swore it. He’d do whatever she wanted, even if it was moving out. 

She’d always have a home with him. 

~~~

He was picking up around the house, trying to ease everything on her plate. Walking down the hall, he peered into her office, the door slightly ajar. 

Sitting on her desk was a vase full of wildflowers. He smiled— sentimental beneath all her stubbornness. Tucked away, hidden where she could admire them without admitting it. 

His beautiful, stubborn wife. 

~~~

She didn’t get any work done. She was distracted during meetings, zoning out. What was he doing at home? Packing? Resting? Trashing the place? 

He’d been so calm compared to the rage he had left with, she didn’t know what to do with it. He always came down from anger quicker than she did. It never failed to make her feel guilty, unable to expel the anger in her chest. She couldn’t just forgive and move on, no. She had to isolate, had to let it eat her up until she was certain she wouldn’t lash out, wouldn’t say something she didn’t mean. 

That’s what happened the last time she saw him. She couldn’t isolate herself in time, and he couldn’t calm himself. They blew up. She tried not to remember what she had said to him, but she had thought about it every night since then. It followed her to bed, tucked itself in where he used to lay. 

She missed her turn twice on the drive home. She had half a mind to go sit in the park for hours, delay the inevitable. But she couldn’t keep performing badly at work. She needed to have this discussion and move forward, no matter what happened. She didn’t have time to stop. 

“You work too hard, baby.”

“I don’t know how else to work, John. It’s my nature.”

Strong arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind, the weight of his chin settling on her head. She frowned at her computer, staring at the words on the screen. She could imagine how uncomfortable he was, bent over her chair to hold her like this. Thumbs smoothed along her the area where her shoulders met her neck, pressing gently. 

“Just a little break, yeah? I’ll make you some tea,” he murmured, squeezing her a bit tighter. 

“Coffee, please.”

“You’ll be up all night, sweetheart.”

“Exactly.”

A soft chuckle echoed in her mind as he moved his lips down to her ear, kissing her temple once. “Alright, coffee it is. But you have to take a break and come sit with me on the couch.”

She huffed at him, rolling her eyes. “How dare you care for me,” she said dryly, pushing her chair away from her desk and standing up. A hand swatted her bottom as she walked out from her office, making her cheeks burn. 

“My beautiful, stubborn wife,” he practically purred, hands grabbing her hips…

He heard the gravel shifting beneath her tires. Shelley bounded to the window, meowing as he watched her, tail flicking excitedly side to side. John could see her mood from the minute she stepped out of the car. He stood to greet her by the door, the way he used to. 

She sighed when she stepped through the threshold, shoulders slumping. He took her bag from her, Shelley weaving between her legs. “Hello, my love,” she said to him, scooping the ball of fur up in her arms. “Did you miss me today?” 

“I did,” he replied, smirking. He knew full well she wasn’t talking to him. The look he received made him chuckle. “I made dinner.” 

“…you did?” she asked, dropping Shelley and looking toward the kitchen. Toeing off her shoes, she walked into the dining room. Steak and potatoes— her favorite. “You didn’t have to—“

He held his hand up, pride shining in his eyes. “I wanted to, love. You deserve it. I put you through enough hell.”

She frowned at him, brown eyes narrowed behind her glasses. “I’m capable of cooking my own dinner.”

“I never said you weren’t.”

She looked down to her plate, sighing as she sat down. “This still isn’t enough for me to forgive you—”

“That isn’t why I did it, sweetheart,” he said gently, sitting across from her. “You seem… tired. I wanted to make your life easier. Take care of you in whatever way you’d let me.” 

She met his eyes, her own swimming with some deeply conflicting emotions. Run to him. Let it go. But how could she let it go? After everything they said to each other, after the yelling and name-calling. Neither one of them deserve forgiveness; was it even possible for two people to go back to loving each other after that? Pretending that they hadn't said it?

Sure, she hadn’t meant it. But she thought it, and she said it outloud, deliberately. To hurt him. 

And he made her dinner. 

She scowled at him, picking her fork and knife up to cut into the steak. “I oughta stab you with this,” she said, fire stoking in her eyes once more. He only chuckled, watching her take a bite. 

“Best do it outside— easier to clean up that way,” he noted, taking his own bite. She stayed quiet as she ate, looking over at him for only seconds at a time. She burned inside, needing him but not knowing how to ask for it, not knowing if she deserved that. 

“...honey,” he murmured, reaching across the table and laying his hand on her arm. His thumb rubbed along her skin, drawing her eyes to the warm spot. She watched it circle a few times before looking up to his eyes. 

Shelley jumped up on the kitchen island, distracting her. “Get down,” she snapped, making the rebellious little cat scurry off. But her eyes caught something else; she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed it when she walked in. 

More wildflowers, arranged on the island. She looked back over to him, silently asking if he’d gotten them. 

He smiled a little. “They looked nice in your office. Thought you could use some out here, too.” 

She softened, almost impossibly so. Another bite of her steak, another string of unspoken words settling between them. 

“…you know I love you, right?” he asked quietly, hands clenching at the question. “I know I left angry, love, but that— that doesn’t mean I stopped. M’not sure I ever can.” 

The sincerity in his voice, the unwavering devotion in his baby blues, made her falter once more. Oh, how her pride burned bright. 

But oh, how she longed for him. 

“…I love you too,” she muttered. 

They finished their dinner in silence, his hand still on her arm. She let him keep it there, let them eat quietly. 

Talking could wait another day. 

~~~

She was getting ready for bed. She had spent the last hour out in the garden as the sun set. She was showered and in her nightgown, brushing through her hair. She could see John in the corner of the mirror, digging through the linen closet. 

“What are you doin’?” she asked him, watching him pull out a blanket and pillow. Her brows were furrowed in confusion. 

John adored that face. He loved watching her trying to figure things out, watching that sweet little pout come to her lips. He shrugged a little. “Assumed I was on the couch.”

“...oh,” she murmured, setting down her brush and moving closer. “I mean… you can if you want. I don’t think it’s necessary.” 

He smiled, nodding a little. He put back the blanket, closing the closet door. He slid into their bed, watching her finish up before bed. She bent over, hand running along Shelley’s back as the needy little thing meowed. Her nightgown fit her shape, revealing wide hips and a plump bottom. He sighed. 

“You always look so beautiful before bed,” he said softly, watching her stand back to her full height. She snorted, taking her wide glasses off and climbing into bed beside him. 

“Don’t push your luck, John.”

He chuckled, boyish smirk lighting up his cheeks. Diana had her back to him like usual, hair spread out over the pillow. She felt his hand land on her hip, his body framing hers. She hid the jolt of excitement that shot through her. 

“Yes ma’am,” he murmured, lips by her ear as his body cupped hers. “G’night, lovie.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

His heart leapt— honey. The first pet name she’d called him since he’d been back. Wrapping his arm around her front, he held her a bit tighter. Her curves against him made him dizzy with need. 

She smirked to herself as he tightened his grip. She knew exactly what she was doing wearing this nightgown. Making him suffer— just a little bit. A little game, nothing more. 

She squirmed, getting comfortable. And maybe she pushed back against him a little bit. She heard his breath catch. 

Gotcha. 

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[torialefay]

Hey!! Can I request prompt #5 with chan? Where he hates you for some reason but later find out he was just avoiding you because he actually likes you?? And fem!reader decides to tease him by riling him up and he tries to act like a dom but really he is just a subby puppy? Idk why I can definitely see Chris as someone who tries to act dominant but when it comes to actually doing the deed he gets so shy and can’t even say full sentences because of how intense the pleasure is 😩

didn't mean for it to get this long, but i present to you:

I Think You're Really Pretty Too 🤭

bangchan x reader (f); sub-ish!shy!chan SMUT

• knock. knock. knock. "chris? can I have a word with you?"

• you waited patiently outside of chris's studio door.

• it wasn't long before the heavy door opened up, a confused-looking chris on the other side.

• "oh... hey," he said, looking down awkwardly.

• "care if i come in?" you said, annoyed.

• he didn't say anything, just stepped back a bit, moving the door with him.

• you barged in, almost frantic. you were acting off of your adrenaline high, but still trying to calm yourself down.

• you paced to the other side of his body, waiting for the door to close behind you.

• as soon as the door shut, you came right in front of him, only inches from his chest.

• "listen," you started. "i get it that you don't like me or whatever- that's not a secret. but i'd really appreciate it if you could keep your eye rolling when i'm talking at a minimum," you huffed at him.

• he looked taken aback. like out of all things that could be happening, it couldn't be this.

• his eyes shot up, offering no verbal response.

• "really? i've been trying to be the mature one but i'm serious, you can't keep acting like this. i don't even know what i did to you in the first place." you sized him up and down.

• "y/n, i didn't mean it like that," he breathed out, looking off to the side. anywhere but at you.

• "oh yeah, then what did you mean it like? because the last time i checked, you're either always ignoring me, being mean to me, or making fun of me. at a certain point, there has to be a line."

• you were upset now. couldn't he see that you were trying to have an ACTUAL conversation about this? but nooo, he's just gonna put on a sad face and pretend like he doesn't know what's going on. but not this time.

• "what have i ever done to you? i've always tried to be nice to you! in the beginning i did everything right just to try to ammend whatever it was that was wrong. but nothing pleases you, does it? you just can't be happy or satisfied with anything i do? if you hated me so much, why didn't you just talk to jyp and get me kicked out?"

• you were heated at this point. and apparently so was chan. his cheeks were flustered and he was trying his best to make eye contact, but gave up after a half second.

• "i don't hate you, y/n," he let out in a small voice. it made you laugh.

• "you don't hate me? then what do you call it? because you sure as hell don't like me."

• again, no response. his ears were red now too as he stared at the floor. his mouth curled up into a tight half-grin, like he was trying to get something out, but couldn't. you could see his hands turn into fists, balling up the extra fabric at the ends of his hoodie sleeves, nervously wriggling.

• that's when it dawned on you. maybe chan didn't hate you at all. maybe it was quite the opposite. maybe that's why he never would leave you alone. never would stop taunting you. you had just chalked it up to him being an asshole, especially when he was around his friends. he just always had to be the "alpha male" in the room. not so alpha now though, is he?

• you took a slight step back, running your tongue across your teeth and rolling your mouth into a smile. you eyed him up and down. "christopher, do you have anything you'd like to tell me?" you teased.

• he knew he was in for it now. he couldn't escape.

• "no, i don't know what you're talking about," he tried to lie.

• "i think you know quite well what i'm talking about," you smirked and crossed your arms.

• he looked up at you with questioning eyes, but you stared right back with interrogating ones. you wouldn't let up.

• "fine, fine. maybe i don't dislike you. i guess i kind of like you..." he trailed off. you couldn't force his face to look up to you if you tried.

• he looked so cute like this, you thought. he's not the big bad chan everyone made him out to be. no... he was just a little channie with a big crush on you. you decided to see how far you could take it. how cute he could get with that blush over his face.

• "oh really?" you smiled at him, flirting. "tell me what you like about me." you were going to toy with him like a cat with a mouse.

• "oh my gosh..."

• "come on channie, use your words for me."

• he froze when he heard you call him by his nickname. it made him feel so tiny. but something in him also felt so seen.

• "i guess i like that you are..." he slowly brought his eyes back up to yours. "so pretty... and nice... and smart... and talented. and-" you cut him off.

• "you think i'm pretty, channie?" you batted your eyelashes.

• "well uhm- yeah- i mean i think you're... beautiful. but i know that's weird to say and i know you probably don't feel the same and that's okay, but that's just how i feel and i guess that's why i act the way that i do around you because i just dont know how to act normal and.. i'm sorry, this is really embarrassing," you let him ramble until he brought his hands up to hide his face. he smiled into them, squeezing his eyes shut like he could just squeeze away all of his discomfort.

• you took his hands off of his face and held them in your own.

• "i think you're really pretty too," you smiled at him, rubbing a small circle into his hand. he felt his heart leap out of his chest. you decided to push him further.

• "you know, i never really thought about it before, but maybe we could try this out? me and you?" you teased.

• you moved his hands that were still resting in yours to move along to your hips, when they were situated on you, you guided his hands down until they were resting over your ass.

• he couldn't even move, too flabbergasted at what you were doing to him. he felt himself instantly get hard in his shorts.

• "how does that feel, handsome?"

• "it feels good," he choked out.

• "yeah?" you moved your body until it was pressed up against his. you let one free hand walk its way up his chest until it reached the collar of his shirt. you gave a quick tug, pulling his face closer to yours.

• "and how do you think it would feel if i kissed you?"

• he let out a small moan, closing his eyes. that's all the confirmation you needed.

• you pressed your lips to his, wasting no time being gentle. your one goal was to show him what he'd been messing with this whole time.

• as you deepened the kiss, throwing your tongue into his mouth and biting at his lips, he finally got comfortable enough to run his hands along the outline of your ass. he gave a few good squeezes and let out another moan into the kiss.

• "feels good?" you asked as you pulled back. you could see the bliss in his eyes as you spoke.

• "mmm yes," he gave a half smile.

• "and what if i did this?" you kept the one hand pulling taut on his collar, while the other made it's way down his chest, to his abdomen, and finally down to rest right over his bulge.

• he gulped.

• "what? channie doesn't want it?" you almost giggled.

• "no, no! please. please do it."

• "please do what? remember how i said use your words?" you had the biggest bullying smirk on your face.

• "please touch me," he breathed out, closing his eyes.

• you let your hand grasp onto him, feeling how hard he already was under his shorts.

• he let out a soft hiss at your touch. it just made you smile bigger.

• "mmm so you do like it. what if i moved my fingers like this?" you made a grappling motion, putting fingers on each side of his dick and jerking slowly up and down, as much as the fabric would allow.

• he lost his breath for a moment. "mmm yes. more please."

• "more? you want me to go harder?" you flashed your teeth in a big smile and started quickening the pace of your hand. you watched as he whined and rutted against it, trying to get any friction he could.

• he suddenly pushed your hips down closer onto him to that his dick could make contact with the fabric of your skirt as he thrust.

• "you're gonna make me horny if you don't stop," you said, threateningly. it made him want to agg you on even more. he reached a hand down to start thumbing at your clit, getting a newfound confidence.

• "mmmm good boy," you cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "just like that."

• he kept rubbing up and down with just enough pressure until you started to not be able to handle it anymore.

• "keep going. harder," you instructed, now rutting your own hips into his hand.

• your clit was now engorged and hot. you could feel yourself seeping out of your underwear. you knew chan could feel it too.

• "ah fuckkkk, just like that," you instructed, as he followed your commands. "don't stop rutting up into me either. keep going as hard as you can."

• he kept moving his hips, but a few whimpers were coming out with each stroke. you didn't dare let the tension off of your hand around his dick as he moved.

• "y/n... i think i'm gonna cum. i think i'm gonna cum," he whined.

• "yeah? mmm look at you, gonna cum so hard for me in your own fucking pants." you teased.

• he could only cry out a small moan in response.

• "don't fucking stop. don't you dare stop until i cum. keep rubbing me. harder. make me fucking cum christopher."

• his eyes shut tight as he pressed his entire weight into his hand, making sure to keep the same steady rhythm onto you, but giving you the heavy amount of pressure you needed to feel every little movement. it all got overwhelming so quickly. in a matter of seconds, you felt it hit you. it rushed over your body like a wave.

• "fuck fuck fuck. keep going. keep going. you're doing so fucking good," you instructed him. you rode out your high, gripping onto his hand for dear life.

• chan thought he was going to burst. he couldn't help himself any longer.

• "please can i cum? i can't hold on-" he cried, the feeling of your hand and your hips getting too much for him.

• "you can cum now, channie," you said, panting. "be a good boy and cum all over your pants for me. show me what you were hiding this whole time."

[tommyssupercoolblog]

I think what made the nuke ending so painful for fans wasn't even necessarily the bad writing, although that made it worse- the DSMP had a few questionable writing and lore choices sometimes and we all just ran with it before.

I think the thing that's at the core of it is something people don't really talk about, which is that the nuke ending basically told you, to your face, that you wasted your time watching the DSMP and were an idiot for caring.

What I mean is, the entire appeal of an SMP as a storyline split across so many characters is that you aren't stuck with a protagonist you don't like- you choose the perspective and storyline you care about. The personal attachment to characters is the whole, like, POINT? It's a character driven show. It's a character drama. It's not about big action set peices, even when those are THERE the POINT is still the characters.

And moreover, the point of all the horrible fucking things that happen was not just that you wanted your favorite characters to struggle, but over and over again, to FIGHT. To claw their way through it. Characters suffer and die, they choose to live even when life is MISERABLE, they barely avoid suicide, they come back from the dead.

People who watched the show watched it FOR the characters and for their personal struggles and fight for happiness.

The nuke ending basically says that none of that struggle mattered. Who fucking CARES if everyone dies in lmanburg's war for independence, if Tommy kills himself in exile, if the egg takes over the world, if Tubbo goes crazy after Ranboo 's death and kills his son and himself in some murder suicide. Who CARES that ghostbur died, that WILBUR died before him OR came back, if Wilbur never tries to better. Who cares what happens to anyone!!! They were all going to die anyway!!!

Regardless of how many times they fought for their lives, it was all for NOTHING. If they gave up and laid down from the very first lore stream, they would have STILL DIED but just avoided all the suffering along the way.

Since the show is ABOUT the characters, the nuke ending killing everyone makes every single plot point and character arc up until that point irrelevant because it takes a story where nearly every character struggles against death and their will to live, and tells you that their struggle is futile. Now any scene where anyone fights for their life in any sense of the word is pointless, for EVERY character, and most people's arcs are left dangling- some cut off in the WORST POSSIBLE PLACE as well- which just further sends the message that you shouldn't have cared. That none of it mattered. That no one's goals or dreams or aspirations meant a damn fucking thing.

The nuke ending is dream pointing and laughing at you for getting attached to a "stupid Minecraft show" after people spent YEARS invested in it. Of course it fucking hurt.

Imagine if you were watching some other character driven drama and that happened. Like, okay, A Silent Voice is a great movie, watch it if you haven't seen it- it's about a suicidal man who sees himself as an irredeemable monster who deserves to die because of how he bullied a deaf girl in childhood, and how he reconnects with her and makes ammends, realizes he isn't beyond hope or redemption, and rediscovers his will to live in the process; also helping her find happiness and friends too. (She also falls in love with him but they don't actually date in the movie, they stay friends.) also worth noting she and all the other characters have their own arcs and personalities, so this isn't some "using the disabled person as a catalyst for another character's growth" movie, their back stories are connected but she has agency.

Imagine if in that movie, right when they start to make friends for the first time and it looks like they might both get better, everyone in the whole world suddenly died at the same time mid-story and it ENDED LIKE THAT. Imagine sitting through their internal struggles and thoughts, watching our protagonist fail to kill himself and then slowly find reasons to live, and then BAM I'm sorry were you INVESTED in that? Turns out nothing he said or did mattered and everyone is dead now. :)

IT'D BE ABSOLUTELY INSULTING. ESPECIALLY IN A STORY THAT DEALS WITH SUICIDE AND DEATH SO MUCH, HAVING EVERYONE DIE FOR NO REASON AFTER THEY'VE CHOSEN DELIBERATELY TO LIVE WOULD BE FUCKING MISERABLE.

The Dream SMP did that exact thing, to EVERYONE, after years on the air. It's CRAZY.

Of course in real life, every second alive matters. It isn't not worth living just because you die two years or even two days later. But this is a STORY with NARRATIVE and CHARACTER ARCS with people who ARE NOT REAL. Their "lives" are fictional and only exist and matter so much as they do for the story, which has decided to throw all of them out the window even though that is literally ALL IT HAD GOING FOR IT from the word go. Like, that's the show!!! That's the whole show it's just character interactions!!!! A mix of improv and scripted encounters between characters!!! That's IT it's MINECRAFT there isn't much else to make it a narrative but CHARACTERS AFFECTING EACH OTHER and having relationships!!!! The show ripped out it's own insides in front of you!!!!

Anyway. Nuke ending bad, retconning it POGGERS and good.

[artsygirl0315]

So who would win in a fight? Father or Swap! Au Mella

Father has more experience and can turn into a fucking dragon, but Mella has a lot of untapped power. She even has Evan as her little sidekick. Also it father can turn into a dragon maleficent style, what would Mella become?

(I actually have tried to brainstorm this but not sure how much I could disclose if it ever clashes on to spoilers in the original Mourning AU but I'll try!)

I can only say this and not because I'm biased but because I'm basing this off in my own personal opinion if the Swap AU were to be true.

Mella would win. Why? I'll try to explain!

We've already seen what Father's powers were capable of, whether that be his fire powers, making these weird inventions (not sure if he does them himself or not but I'll add this anyway) or even his ability to shapeshift at will.

If he actually got the drive and let out his anger to Grandfather in Operation ZERO, He would've totalled that old guy to oblivion or at least hurt him enough for the story to progress as it did and make some changes to his character.

Not just because of their equally established prowess but also because Father has a primal emotion that fuels him. Anger.

If Father had gotten fully enraged with Grandfather, Operation ZERO would've ended as soon as it did or probably a bit more brutal than it should.

This is more so from my hcs or perspective, so y'all can have your own ideas if you will.

But with that covered, What exactly should be expected for Mella in the Swap AU?

Well for starters, We've already established that Mella runs on the sadness/grief of others and herself. That was already a big mistake when having similar powers to Father.

Because Father had something Mella didn't have, and that's a consciousness.

Father had done plenty of immoral things and everything he's done is with a purpose or with a reason that he's made a conscious choice in.

But Mella unfortunately had lost that capability when she's in the villain arc part of the story, Only running on pure instincts and her own derivative to make people suffer and feel the same pain she did.

Whether she were mentally conscious enough to do so or not.

I've mentioned only briefly in one post where Mella used to ignore messages or orders from Moonbase out of spite or her just forgetting.

That should've been a sign that something was going wrong, not that things weren't already going wrong before but this was a new changing start.

She's fighting between being conscious enough to make her own decisions or forgetting out of grief, Her mind is slowly slipping and is now using instincts to keep going.

Due to this, Mella would certainly be able to defeat Father with one fact and that's because she had yet to show the full capacity of her powers.

Mella has a young malleable mind, unable to do the same things Father has because he had already gotten used to them and found what he can and can't do.

Whereas Mella is still learning and has plenty of potential to grow her powers if she so pleases, which also means that one should expect the unexpected.

I've mentioned as well that Mella had taken control of Evan via the ability to warp their perception at will with her 'ink'. She can use Evan's body as a puppet for when she needs someone to back her up or someone to be on guard.

Evan didn't like that idea at first but didn't have time to react when she suddenly attacked him, forcing his body to move at her every whim while his conscious mind was watching by force.

In a way, It was torture.

The difference between Father's powers to Mella's is that his rage had some form of limit, he had a control on that even just a little.

Mella doesn't. Mella lost the proper mental state to make ammends with the truth and now sees everything that goes against her misery a threat.

She can't control herself, she can't control what she had become and she doesn't know how. Mella needed someone to help her.

As for her form, I wasn't exactly sure yet. I was actually thinking if she stayed humanoid that's close to how she looked like or maybe a spider.

But I did like your comment before and that she was reminded like Blue Diamond. Which shouldn't be too far off because I based off Mella's powers to Blue Diamond.

Anyways, I'm getting ahead of myself.

Hopefully this answered your ask and thanks for giving me the opportunity to write this!

[autism-autobot]

Poor Wukong :( at least he and Nezha can bond over past abusive relationships.

I know most would think Jing would maybe be angry at macaque, but honestly I think this would be something that he’d somewhat understand. He himself was absolutely awful to Nezha when they were younger, so it could almost be seen as the two of them learning to hold eachother accountable. ESPECIALLY with Macaque having to come to terms with altered memories now realizing he’d not been a good mate.

Tw: mentions of abuse, trauma, assault, domestic violence, death, suicide, manipulation, neglect,

Wukong and Nezha bond a lot via trauma dumping to each other and helping each other find closure.

Ao Lie helped Wukong cope with most of the trauma, at least enough for him to be a good parent to their children, but he unintentionally gave way to a new trauma when he died. One that cut in a way Wukong hadn't experienced before and didn't know how to cope with.

Nezha had Erlang Shen and Taiyi Zhenren, but neither of them are so laid-back or have such raw expressions of their own emotions and trauma. Plus, they're his masters, not his peers.

Wukong gets someone who can act in the same role (in terms of helping to cope) that Ao Lie once filled while not replacing him. Nezha gets someone who can view things from a variety of perspectives.

What perspectives you may ask?

Mother

Peer/Equal/Friend

Master/Teacher

Uncle

Younger/Older Brother

King

Scapegoat

A whole lot more

Those first two are what Nezha pays the most attention to.

Much like Nezha's own mom, Wukong's watched his children die. One to suicide and a few more at the hands of his now-ex.

Nezha gets some closure in seeing what his mom must have been through and being able to comfort Wukong in a way he never could with her. It eases his guilt a lot.

Wukong, in turn, gets to see what things must have been like from his children's perspective without questioning them directly (assuming the ones in question are still alive). It makes it easier to understand his children and how they behave nowadays, as well as answer some of the many 'why?' questions he has.

And yes, they've both survived(ish) abusive relationships.

~~~

Macaque is in a really difficult-to-navigate position.

He wants to make ammends with Wukong, but he also wants to ignore the fact that they ever had children. It's something Wukong is very adamant about.

He doesn't want to be tethered to anyone, Li Jing being a minor exception.

He also doesn't remember what he did wrong. He knows he did wrong, but he doesn't know what or why or how or who.

He doesn't entirely trust his memory anymore. He can't ask Wukong, he's tried that, he doesn't remember either.

Even if he did, there's a ~500 year gap Wukong's imprisonment and the next time they saw each other. All the while, Macaque was raising the twins and interacting with their other children. Some of whom are no longer alive, and an unsettling amount of evidence suggests that Macaque either did it himself or drove them to end themselves.

How the actual fuck are you supposed to deal with that information?

Luckily, Li Jing's there to help guide him through it and try to make sure those things don't happen again.

They both have a long way to go before fully redeeming themselves, but they don't have to do it alone.

No one in FloaPS is in it alone.

Masterpost

[spoiledleaff]

That dew/aeon angst you posted before broke me.... is there gonna be a part 2? Maybe Aeon helping Dew fix his hair?

yeah! of course, anon! a little dew/aeon hurt and comfort to hopefully help with the angst :) oh! for those who might be interested, this is a direct continuation of this post! :D

aeon sat with dewdrop for a long time after that. he held his hand: cold, clammy, and burnt. there's gold strands of hair sticking to the gaps between aeon's fingers; he wonders briefly if dewdrop's hair is wrapping around his heart as he sits and cries with the fire's sin.

he's cold—why is he so cold?

aeon wonders if somehow pulling your own hair out is a sign of dying before he quickly realizes he doesn't want to think about that. he holds on to dewdrop's hands a little tight—tries to cry a little quieter.

"can i cut your hair?" aeon whispers, and his lips brush against dewdrop's cheek because they're just that close. the uneven ends of dewdrop's hair scratch against aeon's collarbones.

they're shagged. frazzled. untidy, and aeon knows that cumulus would throw a fit if she saw. her hair's always so neat. it's untamed, but aeon thinks of it as a controlled chaos; it works for her, a devilish contrast to her angelic beauty.

"to even it out." aeon offers quietly, truthfully.

dewdrop's silent despite his ragged breathing. his shoulders shake, knocking against aeon's own as dewdrop's inner flame struggles to not extinguish; he can see it, the struggle in those wide, scared eyes.

"please." he says, and aeon doesn't know if he's ever heard dewdrop beg outside of rain's bedroom.

"i can braid it. like, when i'm done." aeon says, though his inflection makes it sound like a question. he slips one of his hands away from the death-grip dewdrop has on him — wait, what? was it always aeon who was the one being clung on to? and not the other way around? — and ghosts the tips of his claws over the dying ends of dewdrop's hair. "i think it should still be long enough."

dewdrop flinches. aeon chokes on his own tongue.

"i think you'd look good with a bob." he tries to ammend.

"...shorter."

"shorter?"

"cut my hair shorter." dewdrop asks, nuzzling into the underside of aeon's jaw. there's a broken purr rumbling in his throat; it reminds aeon of cirrus' kettle. "i don't want to be able to braid it."

"o-okay." aeon stutters, his hand falls from the grace of dewdrop's hair and lands on the fire ghoul's shoulder. "okay, yeah- yeah. i can- i can do that."

dewdrop's purr goes stronger, and aeon wants to burn in the vibrations. but, like- lovingly.

"i think you'd look good with a fairy cut."

dewdrop laughs. it sounds awful—broken and shattered and cracked at the edges, like the sound was just ripped from his throat like golden strands of hidden connections ripped from a lost soul's scalp-

oh.

"pixie," dewdrop laughs, a sound that aeon wants to cherish nonetheless, "it's called a pixie cut, idiot."

aeon laughs, and his doesn't much better, but dewdrop presses a kiss to aeon's quivering jaw like it's a reward.

and that's all it takes for aeon to change thoughts—think about how excited he is for dewdrop to no longer have a curtain of hair to hide behind when it matters most. less hiding, more available skin for aeon to sneak chaste smooches against, and more opportunities for aeon to admire the lost freckles of the ocean's kisses.

he wonders if he should worry about competing with the ocean. he chances a glance at dewdrop — who reminds aeon of a drowned cat: nuzzling and nipping at the column of aeon's throat and kneading aeon's hand with his own shaking claws — and realizes he doesn't have to worry about something so silly.

the ocean would have to drown him and the pits of hell would have to devour his ashes to keep him away from the little ghoul in his arms.

he's gonna give dewdrop the best fucking haircut-

[leoblooms]

Paul family lore dump

woooo ok here's the lore dump about his parents and sister under the cut! It's a little stream of conscious but yea maybe I'll edit it a smidge

Amelia and Isaac

Amelia Allen (maiden name- Kaminsky) met Isaac Allen at the same community college. He was getting his start studying for a law degree while she was getting a liberal arts degree. While somewhat differing in views, they hit it off fairly well. He found Amelia well-spoken, not putting up with getting talked down to. Both came from Jewish households, but Isaac had a more traditional upbringing that showed in his approach to religion in Paul’s childhood up until their divorce.

They eloped in 1957 after Amelia graduated, and had their first child at ages 21 (Amelia) and 23 (Isaac), Jennifer. Both were incredibly excited to have their baby girl and Amelia took to taking care of her as Isaac continued his law degree studies. Over the next six years, Isaac saw success as a corporate lawyer and their quality of living only grew. Needless to say, they were comfortable, living in a New Jersey suburb as an upper middle class family. So much so, they decided to have their second child in 1963, Paul. 

However, a year or so later Isaac grew colder and more distant. He spent less and less time with his family much to Amelia’s annoyance. 

Amelia became more outspoken of her own beliefs, becoming interested in keeping up with politics along with developing an affinity for the folk scene. She was what some would label a hippie. Isaac had little interest in politics, humoring her but not feeling one way or the other. He felt things were pretty good in terms of the opportunities he’s had even with some obstacles and hardships. He’s a believer in the bootstrap ideology and claims a lot of people should just suck it up and get a job.

This would cause heads to butt more and more especially as he withdrew from his role in the family. On nights, he’d come home and isolate in his study, listening to records and keeping to himself. Amelia on the other hand, would do her best to be there for both of their children but it wore her down. The fighting increased but they tried to not do it in front of the kids, but that wasn’t always successful. Isaac would begin to take his frustration out on Paul, as he viewed him to be too soft (despite being a child) because of him mostly hanging around Amelia and Jen. This would result in verbal abuse that made it so Paul avoided him as much as possible. Amelia of course found this to be horrible, but did little to intervene in the moment. 

This would all accumulate until around 1970 when the two filed for divorce, Amelia getting full custody of both children. Isaac had no interest in fighting her on that, ultimately being  absent from their lives post-divorce. 

Amelia did everything she could to make things as painless as possible for her kids, and through alimony they were able to still live a fairly comfortable life and send both of them to college. She didn’t try to keep much contact (outside of any legal obligations) with Isaac after everything until he reached out in 1987 to tell her he had been diagnosed with cancer and wanted to make ammends. She would let him stay with her in 1989 up until his death, cared for by hospice nurses in the guest bedroom.

Jennifer

Jennifer Allen is Paul’s older sister (6 year gap), she took on a lot of responsibilities after their dad left including babysitting Paul a lot. She’s always been protective of Paul and of course never wanted him to believe he had to fight his battles alone. After an assault in college, Paul begged her not to tell their mom and she obliged. A part of her still wishes she had, wondering if she only made things worse by not pushing him to seek help. As he got older, a rift began to form between them especially after their dad was back in the picture. Jen does her best to keep them close, and Paul similarly but there will always be something lost.

The one thing her and Paul truly disagreed on was their dad. Jen had 6 years on Paul and thus, had a different experience of their dad before things went downhill. Blinded by nostalgia, she can’t bring herself to fully hate him like Paul can so when he tries to make ammends, she scolds Paul for refusing. This has always been a thing between them, even as kids when she blamed him for the divorce. In her early teen mind, he came along and caused strain and she wasn’t afraid to tell him that. She grew past this as she got older and feels guilty for how she treated him, but doesn't broach the subject.

Jen studied fine arts and now runs her own small studio. She also volunteers a lot to help foster kids find homes, having a soft spot for them despite having no interest in having her own.

She also cannot stand Patrick and has voiced her views of him to Paul in private. But really, it's not very subtle anyway. She's happy Paul's not as in the closet but he could do better in her opinion.

Both her and Amelia know Paul's gay. Amelia walking in on Paul kissing a boy he had over in high school and Jen finding out shortly after. His mom was embarassingly supportive and both tried to coax him into living as his authentic self (something Paul doesn't truly feel he can ever have if he wants to keep his current lifestyle). Jen being bisexual can relate to Paul's conflicted feelings about this, but is nowhere near as in and out of the closet.

Other things about Paul

Paul got carsick a lot as a kid. Like he threw up more than once to the point where his mom would have to pack plastic bags and medicine.

He has curlier hair, but would straighten it in high school. In college, he let it go and by his late twenties he gelled it down.

Since he was a teen, Paul was a huge hair metal/ heavy metal fan. His favorite bands being Motley Crue and Judas Priest.

Paul would sometimes read comics with Jen, who was much more into them than Paul was.

Despite not having much of a connection to religion, he does get together with his mom and sister for Yom Kippur, Passover and the weekend nights of Hanukkah. Mostly because their mom wants to celebrate and be with them like when they were kids.

He'll never say, but he always worries about becoming his father. There are moments he can see such a thing happening, but he can't stand thinking about it too long.

[aftercamlann]

Of Oaths Made and Broken

words by Zorbo_Jorks, art by aueth Summary: 

Kilgwan just smiled— a gleeful presentation of far too many jagged teeth. He leaned forward on his throne and sang, “When the five of you I last did see, five promises you made to me! Three promises are broken now— one yet to test and one still sound.” 

Arthur growled, and Morgana made a similar noise beside him. 

“Are you serious?” she asked, “That was years ago!”

“A word given is a word to keep,” the creature sang back, ignoring the table’s shouts of dismay, “You sow lost words— dark gifts you reap.”

-------------- As children, Arthur, Morgana, Gwen, Elyan, and Leon made vows to a creature named Kilgwan in the catacombs of Camelot. 

Years later, on the even of Arthur's prospective betrothal, they are whisked away to make ammends for breaking them. Merlin and Gwaine must make up for the prince's sudden absence  by disguising the latter as Arthur to court Princesses Mithian, Vivian, and Elena in his place, all while Merlin tries to find Arthur and his friends before any ill befalls them. 

Amid this, Morgause schemes to kill the Pendragons and Merlin pines for his prince, convinced his love cannot be. 

It takes very little for the delicate web of problems to fall into chaos.

Click HERE for the story and art!

[alpaca-clouds]

NaNoWriMo 2023 - You Decide

Okay, you know what? I cannot decide what to write for this NaNoWriMo, so I am letting you decide this time. I have four different ideas I could theoretically write. And it is up to you which one I am gonna write.

Let me quickly introduce the four ideas.

Sonata of the Dawn (Castlevania)

It's been eight years since they killed Dracula and life is good for Trevor, Adrian, Sypha, Greta and their kids. They still got to save people from time to time, of course. But when two mysterious men arrive at the castle, introducing themselves as Magnus and Lyudmil, Sypha already has a feeling that something is off. Yet, the man named Magnus promises, that he has the knowledge to fix the castle. [This would be a Gretrephacard plotheavy thingie, loosely based on the Nocturne of Recollection Audio Drama]

His Story (Castlevania)

For the longest time, Hector and Isaac had thought - like everyone else - that Dracula had died ten years ago. But they know by now they were wrong. When the old vampire visits the castle in Styria to make ammends with the men he has once exploited, Hector offers him a way to make up for it: By telling them the story he has kept a secret from the world. The story of how Vlad Dracula Tepes came to be. [This would be set within my post-canon Styria stuff and focus on the relationship between Dracula and the forgemasters, obviously featuring Hector/Isaac and Striga/Morana, as well as Dracula/Lisa as ships.]

Thick as Thieves (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves)

Half a year has passed, since the merry band of thieves saved Neverwinter from Sofina, the red wizard. Being pardoned and free, Edgin, Holga and Kira have settled down. But somehow Ed cannot quite be happy about it. Then, one night, Xenk appears in front of him. [What can I say: I should finish this Xedgin story, I know it Q-Q]

Voice of the Voiceless (Baldur's Gate 3)

While Tav puts a lot of value on rescuing the innocent, Astarion is very happy just spending his nights stalking the streets of Baldur's Gate, thank you very much. Still, the bard manages to convince him to get involved when his little band of bards tries to bust a trafficking ring smuggling sentient beings through the port of Baldur's Gate. Of course things are not as easy, as Tav imagines them to be. [What is there to say? I have this whole story about how my Tav was always kinda a vigilantee. So, this is about chaotic good Tav and some assorted bards trying to save innocent people - and Astarion getting dragged along. (Will definitely also feature Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart and Halsin.)]

So, yeah. Which one would you find the most interesting?

[xxneilserr]

Im really brainrotting my fnaf AU that takes place in the fnaf 2 pizzeria! My headcanons so far!!;

Toy bonnie and Bonnie are together, start out not on good terms but eventually learn they have a lot in common and really like each other.

Toy bonnie and Toy freddy are exes, it was mutual but toy freddy still has some unrequited feelings for BonBon.

Toy freddy is a TERRIBLE singer, like truly awful. Bonbon was meant to be the singer but management thought it would be too confusing for customers. Toy freddys Singing Voicebank is muted during preforming hours.

The withered animatronics are kept as mentors and used for parts and really nothing more. They start out dispising the toy animatronics for this. Eventually, BonBon asks management to allow them to roam the building as long as they keep it quiet and dont disturb anybody.

The Withered animatronics are not on very good terms, they will tolerate each other but if they dont have to talk to one another they won’t. They may have small talk but that’s it.

Toy bonnie and Toy Chica are BESTIES.

Foxy and Balloon Boy have a Father-Son/Guardian-Child dynamic.

Mangle chooses to be a puzzle for the kids and enjoys the creativity and attention.

The puppet is very quiet and doesn’t get along with anyone really. They are most friendly to children and human staff but that’s about it.

Withered Bonnie was somewhat a player at their old location, thus why the withereds can’t get along very well. He has since tried to make ammends to no avail.

This isnt everything but its everything i could think off the top of my head!

IMPORTANT NOTE:

In my AU, none of the animatronics are possessed and are simply sentient robots. When i reference characters I find attractive or mention dynamics, i will NEVER be referencing the Canon storyline. I will always be referring to collective au’s and animatronic personalities developed by the fandom, NEVER the canon. Thank you! 🩵💜

[somerandomwarriorsrewrite]

Fireheart and Icefoot arguing about Lynxpaw

Fireheart was only trying to protect his brother, warning him about the potential danger that Lynxpaw could be, but he didn't expected his younger littermate to yell at him.

The two started to argue about, with Icefoot defending Lynxpaw and the hipocrisy of his brother's words, while Fireheart tries to argue back, bringing up that Tigerclaw is his father.

This would happen after Tigerclaw's exile, but before Swiftpaw's death, and two brothers would not talk to each other, until after Darkstripe's exile, as they would want to make ammends, after hearing that Darkstripe trying to poison his own little sister.

Version without text:

This one i wanted to add clothes to their designs, Fireheart's clothes are based off by Paladin's and Warrior's clothes in RPG, but i keep it very minimal, as in the time of the drawing, they were very close to the camp, so they would not need to use their "work" clothes.

Icefoot on the other hand was a challenge, i added a collar with the Thunderclan symbol, with a cat's claw in it(don't ask who's claw it is, since i'm still deciding who's), so there's a call back, to his original design, he has a camouflage type of shirt going on, as he would like to stay hidden.

[thetragicallynerdy]

Is the ask game still going? If so, I'm extremely curious about "hanahaki polyam times"

It sure is!!!! I welcome asks about my WIPs all the time lmaooo, I have so many that I forget about so it's nice to get excited about them again and maybe pick away at them a little.

This is in response to the WIP folder game, if anyone else is curious my long list of WIP titles is here!

Hanahaki polyam times is yet another Jim/Ed + Jim/Olu fic lmao. I haven't worked on it in ages, but it's an au I adore and do want to finish someday. It's Post S1/alternate S2, and based on the idea that hanahaki is more like seasonal allergies - it fucking sucks, it hurts, but it won't kill you.

Jim, in love with Olu, also falls in love with Ed after he makes ammends and fixes things and they're all happy together. However, Jim knows Ed is in love with Stede, and believes it won't be returned - so they get the flowers. Ed, meanwhile, has basically the exact same thing happen, because they're both dumbasses and don't talk about shit. It's very "oh fuck, polyamoury exists and is possible??" vibes.

A snippet for you!

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He follows the sound of coughing, brow creasing with worry when he finds Jim behind the crates, one hand braced on the wall and the other clutching their chest. They start when they see him, looking so panicked it hurts. But then they're bending over, shaking with coughs that wrack their form, turning away from him as though trying to hide -

Bloody petals slip from between their fingers and flutter to the floor. Edward stares, and then before he can think better he's stepping forward, smoothing a hand up and down their back as they cough up another lungful. He knows how much it hurts, wishes like hell that he could take the pain away from them.

"Fuck, mate, I thought you and Olu had confessed like, ages ago." He tries not to think on the conversation with the Swede that he'd had so recently, the mirror of it all. Tries not to think even harder about the way his own flowers twine around his lungs, threatening to choke him when he speaks of their love for a man that's not him aloud. He's always been greedy, he knows this. "Why the fuck are you still coughing up his flowers?"

Jim spits the last of the petals out, clutching them in their fists like that will hide what they are. "I'm not fucking talking to you about this."

It hurts, almost more than the way he knows they won't ever love him. He lets his hand fall away, schools his face into some neutral when they flinch.

"Right. Sorry. Not my place."

Bloody fingers snag his shirt sleeve before he can walk away. Jim's jaw works, and he waits until they close their eyes, let out a noise that sounds too much like grief.

"Lo siento," they whisper, "but please, Ed, don't ask me."

He nods. Shakes their hand loose, then catches it, gives it a gentle squeeze. "Alright, mate. I won't."

He knows himself well enough that he doesn't even bother offering for them to find him should they need an ear. He's never been good at pretending, and he's not a martyr. Not yet, anyhow.

[calyxthenerd]

Dropping my DCLA post-canon Christmas hcs in the middle of february because I saw a TikTok and got inspired

In the Castillo household, it’s obviously gonna be Germán, Vilu, Ludmila, maybe Fede is there, maybe he went back to Italy, who knows, Angie, Ramallo and Olga cause they’re always there, Fran shows up at some point because she didn’t get a flight to Italy in time, Olga bans anyone from entering the kitchen for the whole day because she takes holiday food very seriously, but Angie goes in anyways, and they keep gossiping about who knows what, secret Santa is as chaotic as your imagination allows, and the food is the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen, until Germán starts serving Vilu, Olga almost cries

Obviously in the Benson mansion there’s the Valentes, Ámbar, not Alfredo because he’s travelling, or dead, and also I don’t like him, depending on what type of scene you’re looking for Sharon got permission to go home for the holiday, since couldn’t afford tickets to Mexico, and refused both Ámbar’s and Luna’s offers to buy them for him, Simón is there too, trying to escape holidays with his extended family and his dad’s overbearing attempts to mend their relationship, Matteo is also there, dinner is obviously on Monica, with Simón, Miguel and Luna taking turns going into the kitchen to try and sneak a bite, she catches them every time, and when she doesn’t, Ámbar does, and they have to wear a santa hat with “Shame” written on the front, Matteo’s puts Luna wearing it and pouting as his lockscreen, Rey and Maggie show up for dinner, having been released from their court mandated community service, Matteo, the idiot, suggests lighting a fire, because that’s what they did back in Italy, the Valentes, Ámbar and Simón glare at him for the rest of the night, and every time he tries being affectionate to Luna, she walks away and goes to Simón instead, leaving Ámbar even more mad at him, as her boyfriend is too busy performing best friend duties to cuddle with her

In my ideal world, Antonio goes to jail (or gets run over by a car, because that would be ironic) and so Paula makes ammends with the Urquizas and they decide to have a joint Christmas party to celebrate that, Victor is still back in Spain because I’m mad at him, so it’s Paula, Alex and Manuel, Alice, Mariano, Helena and Bia, Helena invites Thiago since he doesn’t exactly have a family to celebrate with, Paula all but demands Carmín comes, they also invite Pietro so he doesn’t have to eat alone with his cousin (they wanted him to cook for them), and since it’s already a lot of people, and the residency is pretty empty with the other guys having gone home to the families, Thiago invites everyone to go there instead, Pietro is happy to cook in his own kitchen, the night ends with the Urquiza sisters singing a Christmas song by the piano, everyone joins in, and when the time to say goodbye comes, Thiago forbids anyone from leaving, since it’s very late and they’re all tired from having eaten so much, and we all know what happens when you drive late at night, so everyone who doesn’t live there ends up sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms, and the ones who do, sleep in their own rooms