#Do you appreciate the many parenthesis

[mothmothwoth]

I am- I- hoooooooooh boy- the- The check engine light is on- (is talking about figurative check engine light (is not able to drive (nor SHOULD be given power to pilot a large deadly thing) due to various medical reasons) I’m talking about the check engine light in my brain)

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

night sucker, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You and your hot-sexy-maybe-an-idiot-but-definitely-horny-and-always-perfect boyfriend Jeon Jungkook had mutually agreed not to fuck in the middle of the night. And... Well. You're still gonna fuck in the middle of the night. What?! It just happened! He slipped and his dick fell in your mouth! (It's the weekend, it's okay! :D)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; you were asleep (not really) until his dick fell in your mouth (nice!); crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m and f-receiving oral, fingering, m-masturbation, face sitting); squabbling tbh; non-idol!BTS - short black-haired!JK with his two lip rings; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts

crackhead best laid plans / counter point / well dressed / cursed hours couple no need to read the others, but they’re there if you want more

--

You woke up to your boyfriend’s hard dick sliding into your open lips.

Fuck yeah!

(Do we sense a kink developing? Mayhap.)

Most people would be a little surprised, annoyed perhaps, but thankfully you were pretty used to the unhinged horny behavior of Jeon Jungkook (encouraging it, even, oop). You weren’t completely in the dark (well, you were – er, never mind) about it, because you had felt the very suspicious bowing of the bed by your right shoulder, plus you could smell him (mmmm, that vanilla almond body wash still lingered), and you had sucked his cock many, many, many times before. Oh. Right. Should have led with that.

Point was, your mouth was well acquainted with his dick.

(You’d have matching friendship rings but Jungkook would complain too much, keke.)

Delicately, you turned your head a bit and molded your tongue around the shaft, feeling the head twitch in your throat as his hips began to carefully thrust. Jungkook must have known that you were awake and not sleep-sucking his dick, but he wasn’t making any obvious noises.

(The aforementioned kink alive and well, folks!)

You heard him shudder and felt his fingertips skim over your cheek and clavicle. Probably to check the distance. His right leg must have been hovering over your body (you appreciated him not kneeing you in the boob, thank you, very kind), with his left knee by your right shoulder. You started curling your tongue back and forth as he moved, keeping your head still, and Jungkook gasped (a little too loud, pfft), being slightly rougher about it as your throat closed in around his twitching cock. He was mumbling something (useless prayers, your name, fuck me, the usual), and you still hadn’t moved your limbs yet, keeping the illusion alive. All activity in the depths of your mouth, squeezing, swirling your tongue around, letting him pause and edge himself with your lips rubbing the bottom of the swollen head, before shoving himself back in with a whining hiss, surprisingly not too deep, giving a whole new meaning to the term night sucker.

(Insert eyebrow wiggle here.)

His breathing was deepening, taking himself to the edge again, probably enjoying his full control of the pace as he filled your mouth over and over again, slow, deep, almost lazy, reaching his full girth and hardness.

This was when you let him know you were actually awake.

Because you grabbed his ass and jammed his cock all the way to the base, his balls smacking into your chin.

“Gah!”

You heard his palms smack into the headboard (or wall?) and, without giving him a moment to react, you extended the tip of your tongue past your lips to lick his balls, raising the back of your tongue to cup his cock and press It repeatedly against the back of your warm, tight throat.

“Woah, h-hey!”

You tipped your head back and took him deeper. Circled around his balls, leaving them wet, slippery, and tingling. His gruff, half-asleep moan drifted up to the ceiling, mixed with an exasperated whimper.

“I was… I was s-supposed to be catching you off guard… Now you’re just showing off!”

(He’s not wrong.)

You lifted your torso a bit, twisting, and rubbed your breasts against his thigh, sending sparks all throughout your torso. (Mmmm.) He was all tensed up and hard (heh) from maintaining his position above you. You knew he could feel your hard nipples because you heard the snack of his fist against the wall and his defeated groan, his head falling forward.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Jungkook was hot – er, ahem, ran hot. While being trapped between his (very sexy) legs was (very super) arousing, the summertime night heat was being exacerbated by his (very hot) body (you get the point), so you lowered back down to your pillow, kneading his incredible ass (won’t start again but, man, did you love his obsession with working out), nudging him to start moving again.

Thus, you comfortably enjoyed him face-fucking you, providing plenty of tongue action in your own right, his balls smacking against your chin with each thrust, with your spit sticky on your skin.

(Didn’t think that though, huh. Oh well.)

He kept a steady but intense pace. Since he led the movement, you could focus every muscle in your mouth – loose and soft around the length, lips tight, tongue roughly stimulating all his favorite spots, just under the head and along the underside, your saliva providing that frictionless slip, and then you felt his body shift.

His hand was moving.

A startled yelp stifled by his cock vibrated in your throat as his fingers slid down your stomach. His gasps hiked in pitch, and you curved your hips towards his touch, folding one of your legs to raise your lower body, and then his searching fingers grazed over your slick, dripping pussy, bringing the fire.

(And setting the night alight, iykyk.)

The human body could do a lot of creative things in the name of horny. Awkward body positions could be made comfortable by depraved adrenaline, and that was exactly what was happening right now, since there was no way in hell you were going to complain about Jungkook burying two fingers into you and sloppily rubbing your throbbing clit with his thumb. Not that you could say anything at all with him relentlessly thrusting his full-mast dick into your mouth (mhm, you just gushed down there, oh yeah, you felt that), rapidly building up his orgasm, deeply, slowly cutting off your air.

You could hold your breath a little longer.

(You could, in the name of lewd!)

And you were losing yourself in the pleasure, his fingers pumping in and out, fast and powerful, the wet slaps obscene, rocking your hips to his hand, tilting your head back as you sensed his body tensing up, his sounds ceasing into mute ecstasy and then.

“F-Fuck, yeeeeeees!”

He exploded (like… dynamite!), filling the back of your mouth with way too much cum (damn, his internal factories been working overtime), thick and heady and intense. Delicious. He stopped moving, soaking in the bliss, and you didn’t have a moment to swallow because you were too preoccupied hitting your own high, arching your spine, your eyes rolling back, your spasming pussy sucking in his fingers, sweat sticking to the top of your chest.

On instinct, you swallowed.

Too fast. Jungkook whined, pleading and desperate. Evidently, he seemed to figure out that you couldn’t control it since he didn’t react violently, only hitting the wall again (rest in disturbance, neighbors), screaming behind closed lips. You drew back a little, ghosting your tongue over the head, gently, and he moaned, drawn-out and wanton, clutching the headboard like a lifesaver as he was drowning in heavenly euphoria.

Wait.

His fingers were still stuffed into your pussy.

That meant he hit the wall with his forehead.

(Bro, you good?)

You couldn’t ask, but you patted his thigh to get his attention. After a moment of slow thrusting, you felt him try to move away (you sucked a little harder and Jungkook yelped at the oversensitivity,), and so you let go, only to be slapped in the face with his wet, half-hard cock.

“Ow.”

“Serves you right,” Jungkook shot back, sounding utterly drained. He still hadn’t moved his fingers from inside you. “How’d you wake up so fast?”

(‘Cause you’re not subtle, my lovely dummy.) “Mmmm, guess my mouth knows what to do when you put your dick in it.”

“Sus.”

He was stroking your wet pussy.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching your pussy, duh.”

You shifted your eyes and saw the fingers of his free hand wrapping around his hard cock. “Um.”

“What?”

“Nothin’, I was just thinkin’, ya know, I’m not very involved here.”

You were mocking his Busan accent and Jungkook growled, shoving another finger into you to express his irritation (wink wink). You didn’t react much except for grinning and spreading your thighs open more.

“Aren’t you sleepy? I’m thinking about your feelings.”

You were trying not to laugh at his poor attempt to be somewhat deadpan. Pretty difficult considering he was jacking himself off while fingering you. You clenched around his fingers and Jungkook hissed, whispering under his breath, again, and you did it again, fuck, feels so fucking good when you do that, ugh, and the fake spat was forgotten. Your hips rising, your hands fanning over your breasts, toying with your hard nipples, for you to melt and for him to watch, hotter, your chest tightening, biting your lip hard, the sting of pain deliberately delaying your rapidly building orgasm.

“Open your mouth, quick–”

You slid down and he shot thick, warm streams onto your tongue. Gasping and shuddering, those big eyes staring down at the amount (quite a lot, damn, proud of him) and you kept your cum-covered tongue extended, right up until you came onto his three fingers stretching you out, leaning your head back to let his orgasm hit the back of your throat as the first intense waves overcame you, strong flinches resonating up to your chest and head, swallowing and clamping your thighs shut around his muscular forearm.

A suspended, elated moment as you came down, gradually relaxing.

“Hah… fuck… uh…?”

Your tongue lazily snaked out and covered the tip of his softening cock, licking it off.

“Mmmm… ah, yeah…”

“How long you been planning that?” you asked without opening your eyes, squeezing his arm.

“I didn’t plan it.”

You could believe that. Jungkook didn’t plan shit. “Hmmmm…!”

“I swear!” He sounded like he was pouting. “I just happened to wake up really horny.”

This was not news. However, you continued to play dumb. “In the middle of the night?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“HMMMM!”

“What?! You’re naked!”

(Wait a second. Hold your oxen.) Your eyes snapped open. “Where are my panties?”

“Eh, I dunno.”

“Jungkook! You can’t just hide my panties whenever you want!”

(Yes, he can.)

“Uh, yeah, I can…!”

(Sigh.)

Your boyfriend’s teasing voice was sing-song and freaking annoying.

You shot up, and Jungkook was laughing, his short hair stuck up every which way (his bedhead was somethin’ fierce, so cute), backing up, and you saw your underwear on his nightstand, prompting a brief but rather titillating naked wrestling match. You lunged over him and Jungkook grabbed your waist, dragging you back with a prissy nuh uh, and you squirmed and twisted (probably turning him on, yup, you heard him moan a little just now), pawing for your panties. Somehow you hooked a leg over his shoulder, streaking a smear of your still-wet pussy over his built chest, and you attempted to sit on him. Repeatedly. Jungkook wasn’t making it very easy.

“Ow, damn, I worked out my chest today, come on!”

(If you insist.)

You stuck your tongue out to the biggest peepers glaring at you from below.

Then you got a great idea.

Brillant, really.

You sat on Jungkook’s face.

His big eyes shot open even wider and you had a moment of pre-nut clarity, since (um) your legs were a bit askew and you were half-crouching over him like a gremlin (not the hottest look), but in less than a second, Jungkook had his hands on your ass and lifted you up, planting your trembling pussy firmly onto his hungry mouth, shoving his tongue inside you. You gasped, clutching fistfuls of the sheets for some sense of stability. Meanwhile, your man was in a different dimension, groaning loudly under you and making your insides vibrate with his sound, jarring for a moment before you forgot whatever it was that had surprised you, oooh, damn, you couldn’t remember for the life of you what the heck you were worried about, too busy grinding onto his nose like a mate in heat.

(Ah… well, let’s not go there for today. Uh.)

Your panties were within reach, but you didn’t care, throwing your head back and moaning as you felt his tongue glide all over, rubbing against your clit, sucking on it noisily, more for effect than for pleasure, making you laugh, and then you melted into his hands, rocking your hips forward.

The palms of his hands pushed against your abdomen, and you realized his (big) nose was having trouble breathing (serves you right!), but after a moment of resisting on purpose, you leaned back, snickering at the gush of hot air washing over your crotch, his low moan trapped in his chest. He pinned your thighs in place, and you flexed them, feeling the power in his hands, shivering in delight at the sensations of his closed lips and swirling tongue, precise and careful and better than you remembered it. You pressed your hips into his mouth and he got the hint, putting more strength into it, there, ah, fuck, yes, Jungkook, clenching your core to hold yourself up.

Hey, you worked out too! (Okay, yes, it’s a stretch but we gotta take the small wins where we can.) Your ass was going to get sweaty at this rate (see!) due to how warm Jungkook was getting (oh…), but you sacrificed for the greater good (cumming on his face), consumed by the harsh rhythm of his tongue, closing your eyes, blanketed in lust-drunk darkness, your muscles tensing, clenching your jaw.

“Mmmm, yes, Jungkook, yes…!”

Strangely you could only now really feel the press of his two lip rings in the dip of your thigh, but perhaps that was because you were forcefully gripping his head and pressing your throbbing pussy into his mouth, moaning, your torso flinching strongly, throwing yourself forward with a gasp, another wave of your orgasm shooting up from between your legs, spreading all over your shaking chest and through your arms. Aaaaaaah. The high wound down, dissipating all over. Your limbs were giving the consistency of fruit jelly.

Delicious.

Actually.

You could use some bingsoo right now, to be honest.

Fuck, it was hot.

You let out an exhilarated exhale, lifting your hips (someone was smacking your thigh, how odd), and Jungkook gulped lungfuls of air, groaning, running his tongue up and down between your legs as you reached over and snatched up your underwear.

Truth was…

You had indeed been jostled awake to Jungkook fumbling around with your panties earlier. Even lifted your hips to help him out. You had known damn well what was coming. Ten minutes of him laying down next to you, his hand over your pussy, calmly caressing the outer lips. Allegedly, he innocently liked to touch your bits because your pussy was pretty. He just wanted to hold it before he went to sleep. Uh huh. Yeah, okay. Even if that was true (it was, how sweet), inevitably, his lizard brain would overcome him (and that it did) and you would soon end up in a compromising position (in this case, his dick in your mouth, mhm, talk about a midsummer night’s dream). If you hadn’t wanted it, you would have stopped him, but (not gonna lie) his dick was a very tasty midnight snack.

It was the weekend, so might as well give into the voices.

(He was probably getting you back for all the times you shook him awake at three in the morning to ride his hard dick, as he should. We’re all unhinged in this house.)

You got off him and Jungkook complained immediately, only to be shut up by you throwing the hand towel on your nightstand at him.

“You’re sweaty!”

“Whose fault is that?!”

“Yours, you horndog!”

“I didn’t tell you to sit on my face!”

“Oh, like your big peepers weren’t BEGGING for it!”

“Well, SOR-REEEE that I think my future wife is hot, what a CRIME!”

He was following (chasing) you to the bathroom. You attempted to close the door in his face and he shoved his naked booty in there with you despite your protests of needing to pee.

“So what! I’m looking!”

“You’re such a creep,” you accused (fondly).

You sat down on the toilet and did your business with Jungkook pointedly staring at you and you pointedly staring back. He was wiping down his shoulders. In the bathroom light, you could see his black hair was slightly damp from sweat. His forehead was glistening, droplets beaded on his skin. His pecs were indeed looking especially delectable today. You stared harder. He twitched and did the same, his big brown eyes making him look extra psycho. He raised the towel just a bit, and you jumped for the toilet paper.

“EY!”

You smacked his tattooed forearm. “Wipe your face!”

“This is the best part!”

“You’re gross,” you snapped, somewhat annoyed but also too used to it (this was the definition of being too comfortable with each other), finishing up neatly and quickly, flushing with a glare before getting up to wash your hands. “What weirdo stands there when a girl is going to the bathroom?”

He looked extremely offended and pouty. “Um, your future husband?”

“My future husband is a creep,” you chirped annoyingly, rinsing off your hands and drying them off.

“As I should be,” Jungkook shot back. “How else will you know I love you?!”

“By being, I dunno, nice and wholesome?”

“I am wholesome! That’s why you put up with me!”

You flapped your hands in mock exasperation.

“What would you do without me?”

Jungkook clasped a hand over his chest, all hilarious dramatics, putting on a solemn expression.

“Be full of cum and empty of heart.”

He placed the back of his hand over his forehead, pretending to sob. You fell into him in roaring laughter, wrapping your arms around him. He immediately showered you with kisses amidst giggles, the towel around his shoulders, flicking his sweat on you (freaking annoying), and you couldn’t ask for a better man. Jungkook could propose to you with a goddamn tempura onion ring and you’d say yes. You were only complaining to complain. It was fun to bicker knowing full well neither of you meant it.

That was how you knew this love was true and perfect.

(See, look at us, a wholesome lovey-dovey couple!)

You both had to spend several minutes standing in the apartment naked, enjoying the air-conditioning, wondering out loud if your neighbors heard anything, asking each other if, hm, maybe a house should be in the works at some point? The living room couldn’t always be Jungkook’s personal gym (yes, it could, he liked to work out while watching television and you weren’t gonna stop him). Anyway, you two might need space, later, just in case.

“You know you’ll have to control yourself if we end up having kids.”

Jungkook made a face of mock disgust. “They’ll have to know how they were made eventually.”

You facepalmed.

(We’ll have to work on it. Future you problem. Future you was a sucker. For Jeon Jungkook. Gross.)

--

masterpost

[mxtxfanatic]

Hi! If you don't mind me asking:

What does mxtx says about jc's character? Like some jc stans claim that she has said he has a knife tounge and tofu heart, (I don't believe it still) is it true? I don't know where to find her interviews, so I asked you instead:)

Thank you 💕

MXTX speaks on Jiang Cheng’s character in two places that I know: the old version of the postscript of the novel (absent from the official 7seas release) and an interview from before she left socials.

In the postscript, she only has this to say about Jiang Cheng:

Everyone should know what Jiang Cheng’s keyword is without me saying it. In the beginning, I thought with with XY’s [Xue Yang] existence, Jiang Cheng’s negative energy would definitely seem skimpy. Who knew he became the ultimate superstar of the comment section? Compared to him, XY was almost a poor, has-been idol. Only now and then would someone decide to drag him out again. Of course, in the end, under the combined PDA attacks of WWX and LWJ, the past and present superstars were obliterated.

And in this interview, she goes more in-depth. Sidenote: while I appreciate the interview for what it, I do not appreciate the ways in which they insert their own opinions about how they think MXTX should feel about Jiang Cheng into the actual interview commentary, and it shows how much of a bias even the interviewer had towards his character to have asked so many leading questions in an attempt to get a positive response out of her about him.

Anyways, here's some expansion by @jiangwanyinscatmom on the nuance of what mxtx meant by “not heinous/evil” that was lost in translation here and some more re-translation (still of the same interview as above):

墨香铜臭：本性不是特别坏，但是有人要讨厌他的话，那也没办法。因为你讨不讨厌一个人，也是……也是自己的问题。

He is not a 坏 (basically spoiled broken, corrupt) person by nature, but if someone wants to dislike him, there is nothing I can do about it. Because whether you dislike someone or not is also... your own choice.

MXTX's answer about why Jiang Cheng never could marry and how she sees him as a character (parenthesis section for jiangwanyinscatmom's own translation notes):

墨香铜臭：就性格比较差劲吧，谈了几个，吹了。 (He just has an 差劲 (average/lame/disappointing, let down) temperament, he dated several times but they were all failures) 墨香铜臭：我眼中的江澄……我眼中的江澄，就……其实没怎么样，我写文还是比较客观的。我看他……我看他就、就像是在看一个作品。 女主持：如果让大大本人来介绍江澄这个人的话，你会怎么介绍他？ 墨香铜臭：我觉得他是一个负能量比较……重……的人。 女主持：这么简单吗？ 墨香铜臭：对，负能量比较重，但是也不是个、也不是个十恶不赦的人吧。对。 MXTX: In my eyes, Jiang Cheng... In my eyes, Jiang Cheng is... Actually, it's nothing special. I am relatively objective when writing. When I look at him... When I look at him, it's like looking at a work of art. Female host: If you were to introduce Jiang Cheng, how would you introduce him? MXTX: I think he is a person with a lot of negative energy... Female host: Is it that simple? MXTX: Yes, he has a lot of negative energy, but he is not a heinous person. Yes.

In short: MXTX describes Jiang Cheng as a character that is filled with negativity and unable to date, but he is not inherently evil nor to the point of being irredeemable. He is a product of the story and fulfills the role he was created to fulfill in the plot. He's not a good person, not overtly and not secretly. That's it.

[depressedbagpipe]

Ka-Chaow (Charles Leclerc x female!reader)

Chapter two

Words: 3902 Warnings: google-translated italian, more mentions of alcohol, poor writing, me not knowing how the ferrari factory works A/N: alright so this has been long overdue so i apologize for that. also, i haven't been to maranello so everything i mention is basically from google maps. everything about the publishing industry i got from a random blog so just to be safe, don't trust anything i say about it ♥️ A/N (II): italics are phone calls, bold and italics are messages, just bold is the location, and (parenthesis) the translation for the Italian ;) Taglist: @heavengirls111, @roseamongthorns13, @mishaandthebrits, @charlesswife, @silscintilla

Series Masterlist Previous chapter <> Next chapter

Chapter two

Maranello, December 2nd, 2022

‘Wait, wait, wait, so then you’re attending the races?’

‘Yep.’

‘And you’re getting double passes if you ask for them?’

‘Affirmative.’

‘And you know you’re my favorite daughter?’

‘I’m your only daughter.’

‘Still.’

‘I’ll take you to Monaco.’

‘Dio, ti amo.’ (God, I love you)

‘Of course, you do,’ I giggled at my dad.

‘And how’s the trip so far?’

‘It’s… fine, I guess,’ I cringed, looking out the window.

The only sight I could catch from my balcony was the Ferrari factory in the distance, and the hotel’s parking lot on the other side. The views I had caught from the car ride from Bologna’s airport had been beautiful, but we hadn’t had any time to stop to look around.

‘Just fine?’ my dad wondered.

‘It’s not a holiday, papà, I’m technically working,’ I said with a sigh. 

I walked back and dropped on my bed, staring at the fancy ceiling of my hotel room. Although the flight to Bologna had been short, the lunch with Maurizio Arrivabene had been exhausting. Too many bottles of wine and too little discussion about the job, besides the promise of all the paddock access we wanted, as well as the finest wine bottles per Mr. Williamson’s request.

‘Still, you’re going to the track tomorrow, right?’ my dad asked again.

I moved my phone to my other ear, gently rubbing the sore nub after almost an hour of my dad’s nonstop gushing.

‘Yeah.’

‘What time?’

‘We get there at 11 am, I think. I don’t know if the tour will be before or after the meeting with the execs, though,’ I bit my lip, checking the time on my wristwatch.

‘Mio dio, everything is so early here compared to home,’ my dad groaned, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. (My God)

‘Well, not my fault you moved to London for love,’ I answered back.

‘Now you have to move to Italy in return so that we can complete the circle.’

‘Dad!’ I laughed loudly, despite my hand covering my mouth. It was a bit early in the evening, but I knew several guests at the hotel would not appreciate my yelling. ‘Alright, I’ll take you up on that.’

‘You better, chicken pie.’

‘Anyways, I think I’m gonna go. I’m actually exhausted.’

‘Too many emotions today?’

‘Yeah, and I gotta be up early for tomorrow.’

‘Wasn’t the meeting at 11 am?’

I frowned. ‘Yeah. But I still need to finish editing a couple of manuscripts. Do you happen to know anything about the types and uses of the cross symbol in Ethiopian religion?’

My dad took a couple of seconds to answer. ‘... No?’

‘Yeah, me either. Gotta learn a bunch of stuff for tomorrow.’

‘Well, call me when you know something.’

‘Will do,’ I laughed softly. ‘Buona notte, papà. Ti amo.’ (Goodnight, Dad, I love you.)

‘Ti amo di più, Principessa,’ with that, our conversation ended. (I love you more, princess.)

I stayed sprawled on my bed after throwing my phone on the comforter, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I knew I still had to unpack some clothes for tomorrow, recharge my laptop and work on the manuscripts, order dinner, make sure Mr. Williamson got the entire schedule right for the rest of the trip, eat dinner, and get a decent amount of sleep for the following day’s events. Despite my nerves, exhaustion was getting the best of me, and as soon as I felt myself drifting off, I willed my eyelids to open and my legs to move, standing up with a groan at my tired muscles. 

A couple of hours later I was already in bed, my fingers expertly typing away while my eyes begged me to finally close them and sleep. My laptop felt hot on my legs even over the sheets, but I couldn’t stop. Deadlines were approaching, and even though I willingly signed up for the trip, I still found the huge workload that still needed to be done frankly overwhelming, especially since I was working double during Mr. Williamson’s secret and unauthorized gap year. With a sigh, I kept typing until my eyes closed on their own accord. 

I didn’t even know at what time I fell asleep. It only felt like a few minutes until my phone was blasting the alarm as loud as possible. I carelessly reached for it with my eyes closed, hoping my fingers would find it early enough to turn the horrible sound off, but I only managed to slightly push the laptop away. Opening my eyes in a panic, I sighed in relief when I found no crack on the screen, the object still on my bed and not broken on the floor, but the alarm kept going, and not only that, but the hotel phone on my bedside table was also now ringing loudly.

Despite feeling like crying at that very moment, for not only was I not a morning person, but the extreme trauma of waking up mixed with the incessant noise coming from both sides of my bed was enough to almost send me into cardiac arrest. Grabbing my phone and quickly pressing the orange alert, I answered the call.

‘Hello?’ I asked, a yawn escaping my lips as I waited for the answer.

‘Good morning, Miss, this is Francesco speaking, from the front desk. Yesterday you asked us to please wake you up at 7 am,’ the worker spoke in perfect English.

I frowned, not remembering at all having done that, but then again, I didn’t remember most of the evening once I tried to recall how I fell asleep.

‘Oh, grazie, Francesco,’ I replied with another yawn. (Thank you.)

‘Would you like to have your complimentary breakfast sent to your room?’

I paused, enjoying the sound of that. ‘Sure, why not. What were the options, then?’

And that’s how I found myself having breakfast on the balcony, overlooking the blue horizon thanks to the lack of tall buildings around the hotel. I certainly missed the sky back in my London apartment, and it almost felt weird to have the sun shining so brightly on me so late in the year, but nonetheless, it brought some color to my cheeks as I feasted on the delicious biscuits I was offered. I allowed myself to calm down and enjoy the food, forgetting about my job and the likely still sleeping Mr. Williamson on the other side of the wall. As I waited for the breakfast to be brought, I had already taken a shower and gotten ready for the day and was simply enjoying the rather quiet life that the hotel’s location could offer. I did miss the people and the nightlife, but I already got a lot of it in London. 

Taking slow sips of my coffee, I finally got my phone out. I took a couple of pictures to send my mom, knowing she would be calling me in no time to check up on me and make sure I hadn’t caught a bug while I slept. Switching to Instagram, Alec’s face was the first thing that showed up. He had posted a video singing a new song, but I couldn’t will myself to listen to it just yet. His music was what brought us together in the first place, and for weeks I hadn’t been able to listen to his voice again. It was just too painful. 

‘Did you listen to his new song?’ I quickly texted Angela.

‘You won’t like it, though,’ she quickly responded.

I bit my lip. ‘Is it about me?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Is it bad?’ my fingers trembled slightly as I typed, suddenly feeling nervous.

‘I mean, it’s not good.’

‘You’re so helpful,’ I groaned, shivering slightly all of a sudden. 

A cloud had passed directly over the sun, taking the warmth with it. I stood up and walked back inside.

‘Text me when you listen to it. But wait until you’re back in London.’

‘Why?’

‘Don’t let it ruin your trip.’

‘Alright,’ I sighed and ended the conversation.

I shook my arms slightly, trying to find some physical way to let go of those thoughts, and swiftly got my laptop and sat down on the small desk by the window, and typed away my anxiety. 

I wasn’t a big fan of editing manuscripts, especially those about subjects I completely abhorred, but in the grand scheme of things, it somehow helped to leave my mind completely blank, making the time pass by even faster.

Before I knew it, it was 9:45 am. Another alarm went off, and with a final sigh, I saved my progress, put on some shoes, and left my room, only to go to the next door and promptly open the door with Mr. Williamson’s extra card. 

The sight did not surprise me in the slightest. He was still fast asleep on his bed, with the covers half-dangling from the sides and the mini bar half-empty. The room was completely dark save for the light coming from the open door.

I had to take a big deep breath before closing the door behind me and walking decisively towards the blinds, opening them wide, as well as his own balcony’s door, not even caring that the cold and wind could potentially make him sick. I was beyond the point of caring about his health when he clearly didn’t care about his.

‘Rise and shine, Stephen,’ I clapped loudly.

Mr. Williamson woke up with a start, groaning loudly.

‘It’s too early,’ he mumbled, flipping on the bed and pulling the covers over his head.

‘Hell, no,’ I said, grabbing the sheets and pulling them off from his body completely. ‘You’ve got an hour before the car arrives, so chop chop!’ I said as I opened his suitcase and started taking his belongings out, looking for some decent clothes. 

The night before coming to Italy, I had forced him to send me a picture of his luggage, knowing that, if it were up to him, he would show up in Crocs and Bermudas. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a meeting with him dressed like that.

Thankfully, Mr. Williamson listened to me and sat down in bed, still half-asleep, but at least I could work with that. I threw him his toilet bag.

‘Take a shower, God, you stink,’ I complained, grabbing him from one of his arms and pulling him up. 

I slightly pushed him in the direction of the bathroom, and he followed without another word. 

‘If you don’t come out in ten minutes, I’m getting in. And I’ll bring my phone!’ I warned him, hoping the warning would be enough for me not to see him naked. 

‘Jesus, you sound like my wife,’ he mumbled just before closing the door behind him. 

I looked around his room, and opted for taking the remaining alcohol from the mini bar with me, just to be safe. Even though the bottles were tiny, I didn’t trust my boss to somehow get wasted. I wasn’t about to risk my job and my career, especially in a foreign country. Out of habit, I checked my emails again, hoping to see Rosanna’s name somewhere with a publishing vacancy, but as usual, no new emails had been sent since that morning. 

My feet moved by themselves across Mr. Williamson’s room, putting his clothes on the bed, and even going as far as to call some room service for him. I was hoping the sleep and the shower would sober him up because I was anxious as hell about the meeting.

Not only was I a huge sports car fan, but the fact that we had been invited by Piero Ferrari himself to visit the factory, which I could now see from my room, and talk to all those developers who worked there with the same passion my father and I had, was completely mind-blowing. And I didn’t want anything to screw it up.

—

‘So that’s our proposal. Ink’n’Paper and Scuderia Ferrari, together, writing about the history and fame of our car. And we want you, Stephen, to write it,’ Benedetto Vigna finished his speech with a looming voice, staring directly at my boss with a light smirk.

Ferrari’s own CEO had welcomed us into the factory, walking us through the many impressive facilities, and showing us every detail of the place. To say I was awestruck would be an understatement. The museum was absolutely incredible, and the curators had even allowed me to take dozens of videos to send to my dad, which I knew was probably screaming and crying at the sight of them. 

The meeting had started an hour later under the pretext of getting down to business as soon as possible and with the promise of trying the Driving Simulator after lunch.

‘Well, certainly, I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming,’ Mr. Williamson replied, taking his glasses off. ‘And how were you thinking about doing this, Benedetto?’

‘We had a couple of ideas in mind, but I think it’ll be easier right now if you stay in Monaco with the team.’

‘Monaco?’ I blurted. ‘Sorry,’ I apologized in embarrassment, but thankfully Mr. Vigna didn’t seem to care.

‘It’s alright. No, we’re opening a new office in Monaco for the new season, and given that it’s certainly closer to Maranello than London, we think that the writing would be faster.’

‘What deadlines are we talking about here, then?’ Mr. Williamson asked.

Not an ounce of alcohol was in his system, at least that I knew of, and he was magically back to being the professional editor I had known him to be what felt like an eternity ago.

Mr. Vigna looked at his colleagues, all of them nodding amongst themselves. ‘Hopefully, we could have it by the winter break. You know, from a marketing point of view, every Ferrari fan out there would be definitely getting it for Christmas.’

Mr. Williamson took a sip of his espresso, carefully considering his options. Then, he looked at me. ‘What do you think?’

I widened my eyes. ‘Me?’

He nodded. ‘Yeah, you. You also work here, I want to know what you think.’

Any thought left my mind as soon as he said those words. Despite being used to taking over his meetings due to his many inebriated states, I was feeling rather intimidated by the situation. And, unlike Mr. Williamson, I had never published anything before.

‘Well, uh, technically December is a bit of a dead zone in the publishing industry.’

I spoke with a low voice, feeling anxious about debunking Mr. Vigna’s theory.

‘Is that so?’ he asked, but his tone was more curious than annoyed. 

That only encouraged me further. ‘Yeah. It’s usually September when we get all the workload. December kinds of get those less-interesting manuscripts from the bottom of the submissions box, and many workers just leave on vacation. We usually just… publish more volumes of the already best-selling ones, because those are the ones that get sold. The marketing would have to be insane if we want this book to make figures on Christmas.’

My comment was met with utter silence. I stared at all the people in the room, silently hoping for someone to talk because the embarrassment was already too high.

Mr. Williamson gratefully came to my aid, as weird as it sounded.

‘She’s right,’ he said, taking one final sip. ‘Either we push the deadline forward to September, or we spend a couple of millions on the marketing.’

Mr. Vigna seemed to consider our words after that. ‘Right, I certainly didn’t know that. Won’t September be too much of a short time for you?’ he looked back at Mr. Williamson, who quickly shook his head.

‘I don’t see why it’d be a problem. As long as we start as early as possible and are provided with all the materials we need…’ he looked up in deep thought.

‘And what do you need?’ one of the women at the other end of the desk spoke, pen already in hand, waiting to write anything down.

‘Certainly, we need access to any source of information about Ferrari. Whether is it the cars, the history, even the drivers, literally anything with the word “Ferrari” in it,’ he spoke. ‘Now, I got a tight schedule when writing biographies, and I need at least two months just to do the research. After that, the writing comes smoothly.’

‘Don’t forget the editing…’ I whispered loud enough for him to hear.

He waved me off. ‘It will take some time, though. You know I’m not that much of a Formula 1 enthusiast. I much rather prefer cricket,’ he said, standing up from his chair and buttoning his shirt.

With his clean suit and combed hair, he looked unrecognizable from the man I had found in his bed that morning. He looked put-together for the first time in months, and it brought me back to the first meetings of my internship, where everything he did was graceful and calculated. I felt oddly safe for the first time in months, knowing that, no matter how the meeting went, I had Mr. Williamson to guide us through the rubble and exit the building with an even straighter back and untouched dignity. I so wished every day at work felt the same.

‘But my assistant over here is, in fact, a remarkable connoisseur of the sport. What did you call it? Tifosi?’ he quickly looked at me, looking for confirmation. ‘She’s half Italian, in fact. I might have to delegate some of the work to her.’

I widened my eyes even more, his words leaving a huge pit in my stomach. My head felt suddenly numb, and my pulse increased as I recited his intentions.

‘In that case, Stephen, if you trust her to do the job, so do we. Obviously, if she agrees.’

I felt more eyes on me, and I gulped. I nodded slowly. ‘Yeah, I do.’

Benedetto Vigna smiled and brought his palms together. ‘Great! I’m sure you’ll be fine in Monaco,’ he stood up from his chair, signaling everybody to do the same. 

Mr. Williamson offered me his arm, given I was still in shock at Mr. Vigna’s words. Everybody started filing out.

‘Wait, what?’ I asked no one in particular.

‘I guess you’re going to Monaco,’ Mr. Williamson said as he lightly pushed me out of the room, pretty much in the same way I had done that morning to get him in the shower.

‘But… what about work?’

He frowned at me. ‘This is work.’

I didn’t have time to reply, for Mr. Vigna’s loud voice reverberated around the hall.

‘Now, I believed I promised you lunch and a Fiorano tour. Oh, and the Driving Simulator, too.’

—

Despite being a huge Formula 1 fan, I had never been to a race track. The only person I really wanted to attend a race with was my dad, and he was always a bit too busy, and the tickets were always a bit too expensive. Not coming from a large income family had definitely shut a few dreams down, hence why I had immediately started crying at the sight of the Fiorano track, where Ferrari tested their cars. Even though it was empty, the sheer sight of the huge lane was enough to bring tears to my eyes. Thankfully, the sun was shining down on us, and my eyes were hidden by my sunglasses, but I knew my face would soon become a bit too red for other people to notice.

Lunch had been fine, yet I was still thinking about Mr. Vigna’s words. Not only was I part of the project, but I had also been tasked with recollecting all information about the red Scuderia and its cars and history, all of it while I lived by myself in Monaco. I was dreading the conversation with my parents, knowing my mom would definitely not approve, as well as the high chances of me getting homesick as soon as I arrived at the small principality. 

But then again, maybe getting some time away from my life in London would do me good. Away from work, and Mr. Williamson, and Alec. I didn’t want to be the type of person that fled the country when they broke up with their partner, but I also knew that distance was my biggest ally at the time. I wasn’t completely sure how Mr. Williamson was gonna manage on his own while I lived elsewhere, but the thought of a quiet life for a few months in the quaint country was becoming more appealing by the second. 

I completely tuned out Mr. Vigna’s speech about the dimensions and characteristics of the track (not that I needed them, my father had made sure from a young age that I knew my blood was Ferrari red and Tifosi my middle name, although it certainly never was and it got us a very weird meeting with my elementary school headmaster after having written Tifosi as my middle name on several exams). If I had been paying more attention, I certainly would’ve noticed two familiar figures dressed in red polos walking toward us.

‘Charles! Carlos! Che bello che sei venuto!’ Mr. Vigna signaled the two men forward, and they quickly introduced themselves. (How nice that you came!)

‘¡Hola! Sono Carlos,’ Carlos Sainz Jr. extended his hand towards Mr. Williamson. (Hi! I’m Carlos.)

‘Nice to meet you,’ replied my boss, shaking his hand.

‘Hi,’ I smiled at him, trying to contain the excitement.

‘Hello,’ he gave me two kisses on both cheeks, and I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. 

‘Sorry, I’m a big fan,’ my face felt even warmer, but I still didn’t take my sunglasses off, the big black crystals at least hiding part of my cheeks.

Carlos laughed. ‘It’s alright, usually everyone that comes to Fiorano is,’ he winked, and moved aside.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t have favorites. I would also be lying if I said Charles Leclerc wasn’t one of them.

The slightly taller man stood right in front of me, smiling brightly. His head blocked the sun, allowing me to look at him in more detail as the rays fell around him, giving him an even bigger heavenly glow.

‘Ciao, I’m Charles,’ he too pressed two soft kisses on my cheeks, and I swear my heart stopped for a second when he came closer. (Hi.)

I took off my glasses and quickly introduced myself, hoping I didn’t sound like a lunatic gushing over her biggest celebrity crush standing right in front of her.

‘Ragazzi, l'intervistatore vi sta aspettando,’ a shorter woman came up behind the two drivers with a stressed look on her face. (Guys, the interviewer’s waiting for you.)

I frowned slightly, having the meeting cut short, but in hindsight, my heart was beating loudly in my ribcage out of nerves, and I didn’t want to make an even bigger fool of myself by standing there completely starstruck. 

They sadly left our group with a warm goodbye, and the rest of the day passed in a blur. 

Next thing I knew, I was on my bed, staring at the ceiling, failing to fall asleep due to the image of a pair of green eyes glistening in the sun embedded in my mind.

Next chapter

General taglist: @angiewhoohooo, @azaleaniath, @mishaandthebrits, @celestialcharles

[chippedshake]

Intropost

Hi, I'm Malka :)

Some stuff about me:

Pronouns: she/they

Minor

Languages: English (fluent), Spanish (fluent), French (can hold a conversation), and a little bit of German and Korean

Stuff I like: reading, writing, dancing, choreographing, musicals, poetry, languages, literature, diy, goats, turtles, newts, rabbits, cats, music, art, humanity occasionally

What I post about: The Outsiders (mainly book), complaints about school and sometimes mental health, my opinions on random things, and I reblog things from a plethora of fandoms (marauders, pjo, dps, newsies, EPIC) and also random stuff I find funny/interesting/important.

so. in summary. I have no idea. follow to find out?

Misc: asexual, on the aromantic spectrum, have many opinions on goats, in awe of people who sing well, absolutely terrified of the ocean, I love classic literature and also don't often read it, I'm learning to draw and lemme tell you it is being a journey

Masterlist of analysis of The Maze Runner: here

ao3: chippedshake

I'm bad at understanding tone in written stuff, so tone tags (or just clarifying in parenthesis if you don't know how to use them) are very much appreciated.

Please do not send me asks for donations

Here's why:

I have NO money to give you

I'm not a popular enough blog that I will give you any reach

I am a minor, and most of my followers are too

It makes me feel extremely guilty

Seeing pictures of injuries or hospitals etc are triggering for me (which are in most intro posts for this sort of thing)

They are always worded in a way that makes me feel like I am a murderer if I don't donate

It makes me feel uncomfortable

I said I don't want them, and my boundaries should be respected

I can't tell what is a bot and what isn't

I get a lot of spam from this. It is disappointing to see 10 new asks in my inbox just to be the same ask for donations over and over

(original post here)

My dms and asks are always open if you want to talk about like... anything. It might take me a while to answer because I have low social battery and it takes me so long to write messages to other people, but I greatly appreciate it and love human interaction :)

Tags I use:

#chippedshake -> all my original fandom posts, and maybe one or two personal posts I tagged by accident

#fanfics

#song fic

#book analysis

#the outsiders analysis

#writing -> not actual writing, but me complaining about writing

#dancing -> again, not actual dancing, but me talking about dancing

#personal post

[m0llygunn]

Can we have a sneak peak of chap 2 BWB?

yes we can!! almost 600 words of sneakily peeking, enjoy!! (also i think we need a consensus on the name cause its already been called so many things, which i acknowledge is my fault because of all the unnecessarily fanciful parenthesis lol but i've been using fwbb (friends with baby benefits), if chill lmk

───── ⋆⋅୨୧⋅⋆ ─────

“It’s almost nine now, so it’ll be ready at…”

“9:20,” you say when Eddie takes a concerning amount of time doing the math. The ride home was quiet. Being out of the fluorescence helped your nerves, and as you got further and further away from the pharmacy, and closer and closer to Eddie’s place, you started to feel normal again. 

“I knew that, I was just… thinking,” he responds. He sits up from where he was crouching in front of the dresser, using it as a table to put together the test. 

Decidedly, it was just nerves that had put you on edge, that’s it. The test is nothing but precautionary, just to rule out what could have made you sick. Eddie joins you, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Uh— before, we get a response,” he pauses, wringing his hands together. His eyes move down to his lap and your chest tightens. “I just want to say that whatever it is… I don’t regret what we did… and whatever it is, I’ll be there… for my girls.” 

He looks at you, his smirk widening by the second, and you can’t help the snort of laughter from escaping. Like every other ill-timed joke that he's pervasively told over the last month or so, he gets you, and you appreciate it this time as it lessens the gnawing feeling in your belly.

Despite the joke, when you really look at him, with his lips spread in a smile, his eyes swarm with the same trepidations that you feel. He’s a comedian but even the comedian is human. You try your hand at lightening the mood. 

“What if it’s not a girl?” you ask, playing along. He smiles, bumping his shoulder into yours as he huffs a breath from his nose. Shaking his head in an almost mirthful way, you think you were successful, until his demeanour drops into something serious. 

“What did you mean earlier?” he asks, “When you said that it doesn’t feel like you ate something bad?”

“I just— I don't know. I just, I thought I had a feeling,” you explain. Eddie hums, eyes now set forward on the test. “I think I was just nervous, that’s all.” 

Twenty minutes has never felt longer. Eddie accepts your answer at face value but doesn’t do much to show it. He doesn't do much in general, and neither do you. At the ten minute mark, his hand found your knee. At the fifteen minute mark you were curled under his arm, resting your head on his chest as he rubbed up and down your arm. In the last minute, you had taken his hand in yours, playing with his fingers as you watched the seconds tick by on his casio watch. 

9:19:59 turned to 9:20:00, and you turned to Eddie. Synchronously and in silence, you parted from each other. He stood and you sat. He moved to the dresser, and you held your breath. 

With his back facing you, you watch with unblinking eyes as he reaches for the instructions. Humming to himself, your lungs ache. You try to parse the meaning behind his tone, or vibration, or pitch��� or anything that could give way to what he's seeing, but it’s far too vague. Taking a deep and vital breath, filling your begging lungs with air, you're just about to ask what it is, mouth already open, lips already forming words, when he speaks.

“It says negative.”

“It says negative?” you parrot in disbelief.

“Negative.” Eddie answers firmly.

─────────

[shadowkoo]

mini requests

open | CLOSED

Hi! I'm opening my requests for the first time in nearly three years! I'm hoping by doing this sort of drabble game / mini fic requests that I can ease my way back into writing after my long hiatus. If you are interested in sending in a request, please continue reading for all the details. Thank you!

Rules + Requirements :

Follow me (if you are not already)

Reblog this post (boosts are appreciated)

Must be 18+ (minors please dni)

To Request:

Choose a group & member (1 only please)

Pick a genre (max of 3)

Select a prompt (max of 2)

Visit my askbox and use a similar format like this: "Can I request Taehyung (BTS) fluff, smut, and coworkers au with prompt #4"

*please make sure that you include the group in parenthesis after stating which member you're requesting

Groups + Members:

BTS - Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook

EXO - Kai, Baekhyun, Sehun, Chanyeol, Chen, Suho, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Lay

NCT - Taeyong, Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Ten, Winwin, Kun, Jungwoo, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Yangyang, Jisung

SVT - Vernon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi, Joshua, Hoshi, Junhui, Seokmin, Seungcheol

GOT7 - Jinyoung, Jackson, Bam, Yugyeom, Mark, Jaebeom, Youngjae

ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

MONSTA X - Shownu, Minhyuk, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun

STRAY KIDS - Bang Chan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

Genres + AUs:

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Friends with benefits

Roommates

College

Coworkers

Meet Cute

Meet Ugly

Athlete (you may specify in your request)

Exes

Idol

*idol au means that they will be depicted as their real identities (as actual kpop idols & famous celebrities)

Prompts:

"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

"This is why no one likes you."

"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits alone in a dingy motel room. The kitten stares at him affectionately, oblivious to the danger they both are in. Oblivious to the mess it caused.

It happened concurrently, and so quickly. The moon started getting closer and brighter in the sky, and you started hearing them in the radio static.

With a palpable fury, the demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

They held out a hand, an echo of the melody playing from their fingertips. "The world seems to dance to your tune," they spoke, their voice a captivating blend of amusement and intrigue. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken questions.

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

Free Space - send in your own prompt! Please keep it relatively short!

Disclaimers:

Not every request may be fulfilled, it is up to my discretion.

Word count may vary between requests (300 to 3k, etc.).

Unless requested otherwise, all fics will be written as female reader insert.

Please refer to the top of the original post to know whether requests are open or closed (reblogs may show something different).

Things I will NOT write: suicide, self-harm, animal abuse, underage sex, pedophilia, incest, vore, rape, non-consensual, or dubious sex.

[godsmistake13]

hello again.

if you have gotten this post in your tag, then that means that this tag is currently popular enough for this post to be better seen. i do apologize for annoying anyone by doing this, however we shouldn't forget anyone who is going through any genocide throughout the world. (if you have heard my spiel before, please continue through the masterpost.)

first of all, thank you all for being patient with me. i've been a lot more slower as the days go by, and frankly, i've been stressed a lot lately. i won't go over it here, but i hope that you all will understand that, and that you all will continue to stay patient as i get the upcoming ones ready. again, im sorry for being so slow.

also, since i had to rush to get this out, some info might not be accurate. that is on me, and for that, im sorry.

edit 10/1/25: unfortunately, i might have a lot more to worry about now. more will be explained under the cut. it is not crucial, but it would be appreciated. sorry for bringing my issues on posts that have nothing to do with stuff like this, but i feel like i should, at least explain myself to the best of my ability, on why things have been slow lately. i might be taking a bit of a hiatus, but i'm still not sure on it yet.

a couple of things i should also mention:

1. as of currently, im not able to donate. if i have enough money, i'll be able to donate, but as of currently, that might not be possible for me. i do apologize if that makes anyone upset, or angry at me. your feelings are valid; please don't forget that.

2. i am not an official vetter. there are many palestinian blogs that can help with the vetting process, such as gazavetters, 90-ghost, bilal-salah0, el-shab-hussein, gaza-evacuation-funds, butterflyproject (i forgot the name, sorry), etc.

3. some of the posts that is featured on here might have some images of injuries. if that is too graphic for you to view, i do apologize. still, do not ignore their pleas for help, and if you can donate, please do so. any warnings will be placed after their blog name down below in parenthesis.

without further ado, here are all the current blogs with their own respective story of their lives, along with their own campaigns. if anyone is able to donate, please do so. regardless, please reblog this, so more people can help. thank you.

also, while you're here, mind clicking on a couple of buttons to further help them in need? at least 6 clicks a day would suffice. -> https://arab.org/click-to-help

how this one is formatted:

name of blog w/ link - who vetted this person(s) - last time they posted - campaign - current amount, goal, percentage - 2nd to last donation, and last donation - @blog name here (extra info abt current state of campaign + plus any additional warnings)

(i do apologize for this one, as it might be a lot more cluttered, and overwhelming, sorry)

mosabfamily96 - unvetted - yesterday - https://gofund.me/e4d53c9e - €104 raised, €12K goal, [1%] - 10 days ago, 9 days ago - @mosabfamily96 (donations have faltered, extremely low on donations + images of injury are present)

ahmad-syam2 - bilal-salah0, bees and watermelon #171, northgazaupdates, gazavetters #84 - last posted 15 days ago - https://gofund.me/6923038a - $8,029 CAD raised, $40K goal, [20%] - 6 days ago, 2 days ago - @ahmed-syam2 (donations have faltered + low on donations + blog mention didn't work)

amanyay556 - gazavetters #284 - last posted 19 days ago - https://gofund.me/dceb4c44 - €1,573 raised, €50K goal, [3%] - 2 days ago, 1 day ago - @amanyay556 (donations are starting to falter, low on funds)

najwa-01 - unvetted, ris clean/donations protected - last posted today - https://gofund.me/8abeeb28 - £80 raised, £3K goal, [3%] - 14 hours ago, 10 hours ago - @najwa-01 (this campaign is new, extremely low on funds)

ayaalanqar8 - 90-ghost - last posted 14 days ago - https://gofund.me/7c20ef33 - €15,751 raised, €30K goal, [53%] - 17 days ago, 16 days ago - @ayaalanqar8 (this campaign has been stagnant for a while)

hassanfamily4 - gazavetters #277 - last posted yesterday - https://gofund.me/7181f1a2 - €857 raised, €50K goal, [2%] - last 2 donations were from a day ago - @hassanfamily4 (this campaign is becoming stagnant)

hanan-faris - gazavetters #408 - last posted 7 days ago - https://gofund.me/152fdceb - $1,210 raised, $20K goal, [6%] - 7 days ago, 3 days ago - @hanan-faris (this campaign hasn't gotten any donations in over 3 days + header image has an image of an infection)

mohamedfamily33 - gazavetters #203 - last posted today - https://gofund.me/36f46e06 - €340 raised, €10K goal, [3%] - 17 days ago, 9 days ago - @mohamedfamily33 (this campaign has been stagnant for days + after injury image)

samarshl - 90-ghost, gazavetters #53, gaza-evacuation-funds (el-shab-hussein/nabulsi) - last posted 15 days ago - https://gofund.me/499fe6c8 - €22,646 raised, €45K goal, [50%] - 6 hrs ago, 30 mins ago - @samarshl

amirashawikh - a-shade-of-blue, gaza-evacuation-funds #8, bilal-salah0 - last posted 10 days ago - https://gofund.me/0ed59f0e - $3,415 AUD raised, $60K goal, [6%] - 3 days ago, 20 hrs ago - @amirashawikh (donations have been slow)

drfamily11 / nfamily2 / adfamily - gazavetters #309 - last posted 15 days ago - https://gofund.me/543c9af7 - €13,934 raised, €20K goal, [70%] - 35 mins ago, 32 mins ago - @drfamily11 @nfamily2 @adfamily

drgaza4 - unvetted, ris clean, donations protected - 23 days ago - https://gofund.me/07c33cb8 - $1,178 CAD raised, $40K goal, [3%] - 1 month ago. 22 days ago - @drgaza4 (this campaign has been stagnant)

aboodjak12 - gazavetters #179 - last posted 2 days ago - https://gofund.me/77e37fd0 - €2,202 raised, €40K goal, [6%] - 1 day ago, 15 hrs ago - @aboodjak12 (low on funds)

adambinali - bilal-salah0 - last posted 2 days ago - https://gofund.me/60c315d9 - €760 raised, €20K goal, [4%] - last 2 donations were from 2 hrs ago - @adambinali (very low on funds)

nourelmadhoun - gazavetters #291 - last posted yesterday - https://gofund.me/d7a3305e - €8,114 raised, €50K target, [16%] - 43 mins ago. 26 mins ago - @momenalmdhoun

nirmenabed012 - 90-ghost - last posted a month ago - https://gofund.me/ee6345cf - £898 raised, £20K target, [4%] - 9 days ago, 10 hrs ago - @nirmenabed012 (this campaign is becoming stagnant, low on funds)

monashehab3 - gazavetters #111 - last posted today - paypal - @monashehab3 (their gofundme page is defunct, so if anyone's considering donating, please do so by paypal)

lamahouranii12 - by association - last posted 12 days ago - https://gofund.me/5eb89010 - $15,701 raised, $50K target, [31%] - last 2 donations were made 5 hrs ago - lamahouranii12 (low on funds)

reallyoptimisticface - 90-ghost - last posted 2 days ago - https://gofund.me/a31c36ec - $435 raised, $40K target, [1%] - 1 day ago, 7 hrs ago - @reallyoptimisticface (this campaign is becoming stagnant + low on funds)

mohammedatallaah - 90-ghost, fairuzfan, bilal-salah0 - last posted today - https://gofund.me/a1c68eb3 - €24,216 raised, €82K target, [30%] - 1 day ago, 24 hrs ago - @mohammedatallaah (this campaign is becoming stagnant + low on funds)

hassanfamily4 - gazavetters #277 - last posted yesterday - https://gofund.me/09c300fc - €892 raised, €50K target, [2%] - 6 hrs ago, 4 hrs ago - @hassanfamily4 (extremely low on funds)

ghadaanqar - gazavetters #6 (under ghada's name) - last posted today - https://gofund.me/1e00d1a6 - €10,703 raised, €20K goal, [54%] - 4 hrs ago, 2 hrs ago - @ghadaanqar (by donating (if it's possible for you), you're supporting 14 people + possible deadline is january 20th)

mahrahpalestine - 90-ghost - last posted today - https://chuffed.org/project/120307-please-save-whats-left-of-my-family - $1,851 Raised of $20,000 - 33 minutes ago, 4 minutes ago - @mahrahpalestine (i think they said it better than i ever would, just check the first link provided + low on funds)

jaafar-gaza06 / jaafar-gaza01 - gazavetters #299 - last posted 9 days ago - https://chuffed.org/project/helpjaafar - $7,455 Raised of $20,000 - 1 hour ago, 15 minutes ago - @jaafar-gaza01 @jaafar-gaza06 (

mahmoudfamilygaza - gazavetters #388 - last posted 10 days ago - https://chuffed.org/project/helpmahmoudfamily - $2,199 Raised of $25,000 - 5 hours ago, 3 hours ago - @mahmoudfamilygaza

suad-khaled - nabulsi/el-shab-hussein, northgazaupdates, 90-ghost, vetted gaza fundraiser list #279 - last posted yesterday - https://gofund.me/64fd8e70 - $45,335 raised, $70K target, [65%] - 7 hrs ago, 4 hrs ago - @suad-khaled

hildanasr1 - gaza-evacuation-funds, bilal-salah0, dlxxv-vetted-donations (messenger), khanger, ana-bananya, a-shade-of-blue - last posted yesterday - https://gofund.me/08b9b64b - €7,849 raised, €50K target, [16%] - 7 hrs ago, 14 mins ago - @hildanasr1 (she is currently 4 months pregnant, and is close to her short term goal of €9,000, it's €1,288 away + low on funds)

kameld - gazavetters #351 - last posted yesterday - https://gofund.me/b4cec709 - €5,163 raised, €20K target, [26%] - 10 days ago, 8 days ago - @kameld (donations have faltered + low on funds)

shaman-albahdooh - 90-ghost - last posted today - https://gofund.me/613e27f5 - €1,170 raised, €20K target, [6%] - 3 days ago, 1 day ago - @shaban-albahdooh (donations have faltered + very low on funds)

tamershabans-blog - gazavetters #221, by association (nesmamomen, camgirlpanopticon) - last posted 7 days ago - https://gofund.me/15b522e3 - $6,353 AUD raised, $100K target, [6%] - 3 days ago, 23 hrs ago - @tamershabans-blog (donations have faltered + very low on funds)

aq112233 - unvetted - last posted 7 days ago - https://gofund.me/d84cb82a - €35 raised, €15K target, [0%] - 20 days ago, 19 days ago - @aq112233 (donations have been stagnant for a little while now + not vetted as of now + extremely low on funds)

maharamily1 - northgazaupdates - last posted today - https://gofund.me/3a60e2bf - €21,126 raised, €40K target, [53%] - 4 hrs ago, 2 hrs ago - @maharamily1 (maha has recently gone through treatment, and is now raising funds for a tent. if anyone has any money to donate, please do so. i hope that her, and her family is doing okay, despite it all.)

sanannm - unvetted - last posted today - https://chuffed.org/project/121084-help-us-get-food-shelter-and-escape-this-destruction - 0 € Raised of 20 000 € - no donations, as it was just opened - @sanannm (her old gofundme page has been closed forcefully, and has now resulted to using chuffed as a way to raise money for donations)

aligazapalestin11 - gazavetters #373 - last posted a month ago - https://gofund.me/bb83a05c - $8,367 raised, $10K target, [84%] - last 2 donations was made 3 hrs ago - @aligazapalestin11 (they're close to their goal, please continue to help them)

gazamanal - gazavetters #438 - last posted a month ago - https://gofund.me/4d7506dd - kr16,709 SEK raised, kr1M target, [2%] - 9 hrs ago, 15 mins ago - @gazamanal @manalgaza (extremely low on funds)

yousef-fals - 90-ghost - last posted 18 days ago - https://chuffed.org/project/119559-help-falestine-and-family-survive-the-gaza-crisis - $5,661, Raised of $100,000 - 2 hours ago, 1 hour ago - @yousef-fals

shadafamil1 - unvetted - last posted 2 days ago - https://gofund.me/03c148a7 - $323 raised, $30K goal, [1%] - 9 hrs ago, 5 hrs ago - @shadafamil1 (her son needs to be treated for clubfoot, so if anyone's able to donate, please do so, extremely low on funds)

areejfamil - unvetted - last posted yesterday - https://gofund.me/17b1c378 - $3,892 raised, $60K goal, [6%] - 1 month ago, 4 hrs ago - @areejfamil (donations have faltered, low on funds)

again, i do apologize for how sloppy this one was. however, i do have multiple reasons for this, though.

1. i am not doing well mentally. i have never really shied away from it, but i usually don't talk about it as much, especially during posts like this. sorry about that. that's why i put my thoughts/feelings under the cut, because i don't want to bring up my stuff on posts that hold nothing to it.

2. due to recent events that i believe i shouldn't go too into detail, ssi has cut me off, so i might not be able to donate anymore. i'm doing whatever i can to collect money, or to get an appeal for it, but for the time being, donating is not a possibility for me anymore. i'm so sorry.

3. the amount of notifications that i received on here has overwhelmed me quite a lot. however, please don't think that i don't appreciate it all. i'm glad that people are sharing stuff that i also share. i'm just not used to all of this yet.

i know all of that seems kinda dumb, but it has brought a lot of weight to my mental health, and it kinda has disrupted my life in some capacity, so i might have to step away for a little bit. i promise i won't take long, however i have no idea how long it will take. i do apologize for doing this, but i feel like i need to get my life together for once.

even just saying that, i feel bad, because it's like i'm abandoning everyone here. i promise i'm not. i just need some time to recollect, because 2 days just won't cut it. however, i'm still on the fence on whether, or not i'll go through with it, so who knows?

thank you for reading, and if you haven't already, please either donate, or share to anyone mentioned in this list. if i don't respond to anyone, don't think i have abandoned you all. i might not be as active on here for the time being, if i do go through with it. thank you once again, and i hope you have a better day than me.

[velwynn]

OKAYYY I did this a little incorrect technically. Wanted to see how I compare, so this lists my overall stats with the stats for this year in parenthesis. : )

Did some reflecting on what went right/wrong, good/bad, etc, this year!

While my first "year" of writing (really ~3 months since I started writing sept 2023) sort of felt like an explosion of "I-need-to-regurgitate-words-asap," this year I slowed down to enjoy other hobbies again and try to hone a writing style that I felt was more natural & more of my own voice.

Starting out in 2023, I sometimes felt like I was trying to mimic writing I liked instead of analyzing why I liked someone's work, whether that was use of imagery, general themes/tropes, the pacing of a story's progression, etc. Eventually learned it's fine to appreciate someone's writing and understand that you won't be able to write the way they do, and guess what!! that's ok!!! you do you, boo

Found that the process of writing is kind of personal? I love cheerleading my friends and hearing about their wips, but I actually am more likely to finish my wips if I don't talk about the details of what I'm writing at all until I'm in the editing phase. LMAO

I also struggled a little with trying to "force" writing to happen. This especially happened with the end of sating the hunger & chessfic. So many times I just sat down and stared at scrivener and hoped words would happen. Learned to let my creativity breathe - work on other unrelated things and find inspiration in unexpected places.

Basically, TLDR; I've slowed down my writing pace, but I'm happy with where I'm at & understand how I write better.

Fun writing highlights/personal accomplishments of the year include:

Finished my first fic, sating the hunger. It was really fun to see its stats "explode" for a final time after it was marked as complete, and eventually stagnate. It's still read, surprising enough. 😂 (And tbh... mixed feelings on this since I think it's one of my weaker pieces now?? but like, that's fine!! thinking that means i've gotten better!!)

Finished my second multi-chapter fic, mystra's gambit (aka chessfic)

Started writing for another fandom (My Hero Academia)! erasermic yippee. writing in a modern-ish setting is a breath of fresh air after writing in a fantasy setting, but also I get to appreciate how fun fantasy settings are again when I go back to writing BG3 stuff!!

Experimented with finishing 80% of a multichapter fic before I start posting it. I consider it a success, for the most part LOL. I find I am able to finish editing chapters in time for weekly updates, am overall less motivated by stats, but on the flipside, I have like 5 half done wips I've been working on in parallel.

Experimented writing more non-explicit stuff. Embraced the cheesy romance & dorky rom-com scenarios. I never thought I'd see the day. LMAOOOOOO

I don't like making goals because that usually deters me, but hoping that in 2025, I can write another ~100k words, since I feel like that's been a good healthy number for me!! Also, hoping to finish some of the wips that I've been pecking at for the past few months. pls pls pls pls

Going to put my 2023 stats under the cut for my own reference. 😈 Excited to see what next year will bring!!!

[danglovely]

Regrading Taskmaster: S05E08 Their water's so delicious. and Series Five Winner.

*Score changes noted in parenthesis.

Goodbye Series Five, you will be missed. Also, I think I may get a bit too verbose, so feel free to TLDNR.

Prize Task: The Most Awkward Item For Somebody Else To Take Home

I gotta say that there are some A+ submissions in this one. Bob goes for a pretty baseline political joke which I would describe as uninspired. Sally bringing in balloons creates a fun thing to do on the stage at the end of the episode and I do appreciate that. However, Nish and Mark are the tops here. A bathroom would be harder to get home than a bunch of curry.

Aisling: 2 Bob: 1 Mark: 5 Nish: 4 Sally: 3

VT 01: Get this coconut as far from here as possible. You may not touch the ground. You may not step on anything more than once. The coconut may not travel by car.

There's a list of restricted items you can send to Fiji.

This is interesting because "the ground" can mean different things in different contexts. One could imagine a game of "The Floor is Lava" where stepping on the carpet might not feel like it's in the spirit of things.

Alex breaks it down in studio by explaining that it is okay for him to step on the carpet, but when he leaves it he can't return. I think I get the heart of what he's going for, but it's a messy rule. Nish appears to shuffle his feet a bunch of times on the carpet, but Mark is the only one who gets disqualified.

There's another question in whether you measure the maximum distance the coconut ever got from the living room or just where it ended up at the end of the task. It really doesn't feel like Sally got her coconut to the post office in the allotted time (especially since it couldn't travel by car).

Furthermore, Alex said Aisling got it further than Bob but for some reason Bob got 4 points.

All this said, there are so many problems here that I think I have two choices: (1) Defer to the original scoring. (2) Completely discredit the task. Seeing as this task never seemed particularly controversial, I'll defer to the original scoring but switch Bob and Aisling.

Aisling: 4 (+1) Bob: 3 (-1) Mark: DQ Nish: 2 Sally: 5

VT 02: Create the best graph.

I'll fill his boat with piss.

What constitutes the best graph? The most important factors would probably be interesting subject matter, accuracy, and ease of comprehensibility.

Nish's graph is easy to understand -- spending time with him is fun at a 1:1 ratio . . . although who knows what units of fun are measured in. It's also clever because he uses himself as the y-axis and makes the thing vertically. It's not a particularly interesting subject, but it's fine.

The point Mark is trying to make is that individual politics is an incredibly small factor when held up against the vastness of eternity. I believe it's supposed to be a bar graph, but the scale is intentionally done poorly to help effectuate the point so I'm not sure. It's kind of ambiguous what the y-axis is measuring (there's a percentage symbol, but percentage of what?). Greg dismisses it because he immediately forgot the subject matter and I am in agreement that it wasn't an amazing effort.

Sally's graph compares how much sex she gets versus how much sex she wants over the course of time. It's easy to understand and I would be bold enough to say it's interesting subject matter. The only downside is that she builds it out of a variety of different objects, so it's not very pretty.

Aisling's graph is attempting to compare the number of women and men on Taskmaster by series. The data is pretty easy to visualize, even without a graph: 1/5, 1/5, 1/5, 2/5, 2/5. Lots of problems here. The lines shouldn't start at zero (unless we're including Edenborough as Series Zero), the show didn't begin with more women than men in the cast, and the lines should be flat for the first three series then adjust beginning with Series Four. This is an easy last place.

Bob does a bar graph of units of piss by county. I can't verify it's accuracy, so I'm giving it five.

Aisling: 1 (-2) Bob: 5 (+1) Mark: 2 (-1) Nish: 4 (-1) Sally: 3 (0)

Solo Task: Make the most fish puns.

I just thought you were bad at speaking.

I almost want to give Sally a point for the unfairness of it all. Alex did not make his puns in a minute, he made them over the course of days. No points for either of them.

Sally: 0 Alex: 0 (-5)

VT 04: Write and perform a song about this woman.

Do we strike you?

This is an obvious contender for the best task in the entire show. I think the opinions on this one are pretty well settled. The team of three writes a very funny and unhinged song, but Mark and Nish absolutely knock it out of the park. Greg was still splitting points here so the team of two somehow only get three for the best creative work anyone has produced on the show.

I really really want to give them five, but absent a disqualification four is the maximum.

Aisling, Bob & Sally: 1 (-1) Mark and Nish: 4 (+1)

Live Task: Throw the egg through the hoop and catch it as many times as possible. You may not touch the net or post.

This looks pretty straightforward.

Alex blowing the whistle and Nish immediately losing his egg is the funniest, most predictable thing ever. For some reason Aisling starts the task standing on the base of her hoop, so she definitely touched it. By the end, Bob is the only one who pulls off a successful throw and catch.

As unfair as it seems, logistically the other four contestants should probably be put into joint second. Aisling should be disqualified, but I read this one as disqualification stopping score accumulation rather than outright losing you the task.

Aisling: 4 (+4) Bob: 5 (0) Mark: 4 (+4) Nish: 4 (+4) Sally: 4 (0)

F I N A L

Aisling: 12 (+2) Bob: 15 (-1) Mark: 15 (+4) Nish: 18 (+4) Sally: 16 (-1)

Oh my god, I gave Nish a win.

S E R I E S F I N A L

Aisling: 119 (-7) Bob: 125 (-13) Mark: 129 (-1) Nish: 115 (+8) Sally: 124 (-6)

I triple checked my math because I in no way thought I'd have Mark beating Bob. I think it ultimately boiled down to evaluating what he did objectively whereas Greg enjoyed randomly docking him for laughs. Even so, I was pretty sure Bob was going to win so this is a stunner.

In the end, I gave Nish two more episode wins than he had in the real show. Aisling never ended up getting one (losing that tiebreaker with Mark hurts).

With that, I can say goodbye to Series Five. Series Six is next and it's worse, but I won't let that stop me. If I end up doing a regrade of Champion of Champions, it'd likely be after everything else. It's taken me six months to get through five seasons and they get longer from here, so it'll be interesting to see if I'm still plugging away at it by then.

Anyway, having gotten through five seasons, my version of Champion of Champions would have been Josh, Richard, Dave, Hugh, and Mark. I'd honestly say we're better off with the cast that we got.

[findroleplay]

hello!! 18nb looking for long term roleplay partners anywhere from 17 to 19 for my own comfort! i prefer nb roleplay partners as well, but as long as it's not an issue to said partner, i am perfectly fine with anyone.

please also be willing to communicate, i've had to leave possible roleplay partners due to lack of communication and will do it again, if needed.

i use an omniscient, third-person writing style, with quotation marks, and without asterisks, parenthesis, slashes, ect. for actions. i am not expecting perfect grammar/spelling as i understand everyone's human and hope for the same understanding.

i am mainly looking for oc x oc roleplays of all genres but safe for work until we have a chance to talk and get to know each other better. i do also prefer to get to know someone better before doing fandom cc x cc roleplays as well. i am okay with mxm, fxf, mxf, nbxm, nbxf, nbxnb, most anything!

i don't have many triggers, mostly they depend on what kind of roleplay is happening with my partner and prefer to talk about boundaries/triggers while in the planning stage.

feel free to either like this and i'll reach out through tumblr, dm me yourself, or add me over on discord; my user is chatnops, just please do let me know if you came from this post when you friend/dm me over on discord!

i am a diagnosed did system and am somewhat busy with online school for heads up about possible time gaps/inconsistencies of writing styles. i appreciate everyone's time, thank you! <3

-

[digitalgate02]

Character ask game: DAISUKE!!!! 21 26 27 29

[ask meme list]

(excellent choice~ I like to talk about my boyo~)

21- When do you think they were at their happiest?

I think Daisuke's happy when he's with the 02 group, and with his family. Note that despite any clashes he has with them, he never expressed any negative feelings in the sense of "I wish I wasn't friends with [character]/I wish I wasn't Jun's brother/I wish I had other parents" -- he even admitted he was happy with what he got. Therefore I don't trust whoever headcanon or claim that the Motomiya parents & Jun are toxic/abusive. Or that the 02 group/older six only bully Daisuke -- a healthy tease between friends is OK, and Daisuke is easily to be teased imo so i don't blame the group for liking to make him go all pout and screaming angry Daisuke noises.

Daisuke is happy when he’s with those he deeply loves and they all appreciate and love him in return. Be it making plans to eat ramen around the world, or a simple soccer match where his team loses, what makes Daisuke happy is sharing the moment with people. Meeting new people, reconnecting with old people… He’s pretty happy and i’ll fight the world for him.

26- When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

For 02 series, I think he was being himself the moment he wanted to help Ken out. In HT the moment he shed tears with Wallace by imagining an “what if” scenario where he had to face the same problem Wallace had been dealing with. His kindness for Natchan and not judging her when she reveals to be a digimon… Daisuke might be abrasive outside, but inside he’s a person who deeply cares about the others, and this is where he shines the most in the middle of the chaos and misfortunate events.

As for Kizuna/02TB, I think the best way to depict him is the drama CD where he’s definitely wanting to go on a trip with EVERYONE and even forgot his original reason to do so. And then, at the end he’s just himself… enough to make Hikari-chan notice how cool he is.

27- If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

YA KNOW, i’d like him to meet Irisawa Kiriya from Futari wa Precure, Because he’s voiced by the same VA (Kiuchi Reiko). And I think he would’ve been friends with the characters written by Maekawa too, like Ozu Kai/MagiRed (Mahou Sentai Magiranger) and Momozono Love/Cure Peach (Fresh Precure!). They’re… basically "Daisuke-coded" characters imo!

Also IDW Sonic’s Silver because he’s a cutie-pie 🙂 Silver there is very Daisuke-branded imo.

(i've drawn Daisuke with Kai a few times before tho -- there's a few older in Kai's tag tho)

29- How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

Gosh… Dadsuke probably is a cool dad. The kind of dad who’s sort of responsible, careful and nice. I mean, ep 24 had proved that Daisuke can be good with kids. So i think his son got all the love and care of the world. Heck, i think even he gives enough care to his wife-or-husband. I don’t have many headcanons in my mind, so i’ll end this answer here.

(yes i'm rejecting the parenthesis alt question.)

[k-zuzulibrary]

hello! the k-zuzu library synopsis. 𖹭

call me zuzu. i am 𝖺 19 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋-𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗂𝗇o who mainly takes she/they pronouns. i swear a lot and this blog is aimed at mature/18+ audiences! if any minors want to follow or interact, i highly encourage you to avoid interacting with any of my explicit works. thanks!

i am an enthusiastic person, so don't mind my many exclamation points and hearts<333

i am a ravenclaw, a pisces, a theater student, and a self-taught digital/traditional artist and writer! i wake up everyday and choose to be better and improve myself and my skills. i am always open to receiving constructive criticism but i hope people will be nice about it.

I will call any readers/audiences of mine "boss" or "ssob." just trying something here.

i am a certified kpop and anime enthusiast<333 [anime masterlist and k-pop masterlist] and i do take any requests! things i won't write: incest, kidnapping/stockholm syndrome, yandere, noncon/rape, bodily fluids other than cum/period blood/spit, somnophilia, necrophilia, omegaverse/hybrid/vampire/demon au's, member x member.

i might consider some if it's for the plot and not any weird kinks or fetishes! nonetheless, i have the right to reject your request if i don't want to. in other cases, i do read some like hybrid au's but sometimes i just can't write them.

writing journey 𖹭

i've been writing since i was around 12, mostly from oc's and random ideas that come to mind — some of my earliest works were titled "unidentity," "outlaw," "say hello," "sidetracked," and "operation."

i joined tumblr around 2022 but i've decided to take my blog more seriously in 2024. my goal is to reach a wider audience and share my art/works with as many people as possible. what opened me up to this was the group ateez. any help in achieving my goal would be greatly appreciated :D comments, reblogs, and requests are always welcome and open! i love it when people express their interest and want me/trust me to write out their fantasy.

my writing style consists mostly of intentionally lowercase works and my personal commentary in parenthesis. idk if i should stick for past tense or present tense writing so i do both, i.e "she said" or "she says" (but never in the same work!)

i mostly work on my phone for both writing and drawing but use a laptop/computer from time to time. grammarly is a big help for me but i try my best to stay authentic.

if i make long fics with smut or plots with porn, i will try my best to make an sfw version for those who don't want to read the smut or swear words and i'll link them on the same post!

current WIPS: ❝Who Are You?❞ S.MG 𖹭 reader, ❝Sunkissed Days, Sinful Nights❞ C.JH 𖹭 reader

i don't know how many of you take it when i use korean or japanese words/slang/phrases/honorifics (i.e "ya, mingi-oppa!" or "hello, oikawa-san~") in my works so i will try my best to avoid it. for clarity, i have been studying korean for a few years and i dropped my japanese course a last year.

misce. 𖹭

my ult k-groups are: ateez, stray kids, tomorrow x together, and seventeen.

my biases are: jungkook (first ULT), jongho (ULT), changbin (ULT), taehyun, hueningkai, hongjoong, i.n, san, minghao, vernon, hoshi, and jay but i will always be ot8, ot5, ot7, and ot13

for anime, i love hq, jjk, sxf, my forever love will always be my bananamin.

k-ZUZU MOODBOARD 𖹭

zuzu's note: that's pretty much it! i will update this from time to time<33 thanks for reading!

[anthonybialy]

Buffalo Bills Wasting Potential to Its Fullest

Life can change quickly.  Take going from a Super Bowl contender to a present playoff outcast.  Squeaking in looks like it’ll be too much to ask while play speaks so loudly.  The Buffalo Bills are settling for underachieving.  They’ve sunk to the depth where observers wonder if they were that good to begin with.  Anyone fretting the game was destined to become a shootout is unfamiliar with one offense’s ability to somehow both run too much and not enough.

The Bengals took on Josh Allen.  He only has so many superpowers, a limitation exacerbated by supervisors who seem curiously invested in keeping him from maximizing his wall-climbing.  Sean McDermott is like a dim editor cutting jokes and adding unnecessary parenthesis to your work then wondering why the reaction fell flat.  A one-man game doesn’t negate Buffalo’s quarterback trying his hardest, although the result does just that.

Like Obi-Won Kenobi, Allen’s the only hope.  He has to order what’s not on the menu to get anything tasty.  Coaching and management have combined to clip his wings while giving him subpar blocking, ineffective rushing, and a paucity of target options.  Everyone but those who can fix it senses this isn’t right.

How much is one person supposed to do?  It’s not a challenge.  Mike Tirico mentioned Allen’s fondness for both Sinatra and Elvis, who happened to be the two pop singers with the greatest sustained success of the 20th century.  Their biggest common career characteristic was something neither did, namely write their own songs.  Putting their spin on material was all that was asked of such singular interpreters.  By contrast, Allen has to create his own material.  

Why not take the ball if this is the defense you’re facing?  Setting the tone begins with the coin flip if you’re playing McDermott’s team.  He should fire whoever is his defensive coordinator.  Oh.  At least he’s good at offense.  Oh.  The sideline CEO is too busy making suspect choices as head coach to adjust the defense.

Remember when the Bills didn’t have to care about how good the punter was?  The Chris Farley Show lives on in the nostalgic outlook Bills fans must adopt to cope.

A series of mistakes sets off a chain reaction.  Dalton Kincaid fumbling away any hope of benefiting from the offense finally getting rolling created so much anguish because it was the team’s last real chance.  Earlier squandered drives build tension.  Relying on any one moment to go perfectly results from playing imperfectly for so long.  The Bills are like a degenerate gambler who needs a parlay to hit in order to afford continued living in a dwelling.  If you see Ken Dorsey asking for spare change, keep walking.

Gabe Davis is a worthy second option every couple games.  He’s the Ed Oliver of the offense.  As for a future Hall of Famer who’s done nothing since his return, Von Miller finally made himself noticeable when he played bullfighter.  The offensive line blocks like he tackles.  The season’s most prominent missed stop is the one time he’s been as visible as while wearing gold in that Progressive commercial.  Flo is less annoying.

You know things are going poorly when Bills fans miss Brian Daboll.  His coordinating reign didn’t go completely smoothly.  But memories of comparably happier times make slightly less crummy olden times seem joyous by comparison.

The Bills discovered plutonium by accident and aren’t following through.  A primetime game should be a chance to appreciate anticipation.  Instead, we dreaded the approach.  It doesn’t take psychic abilities to sense struggling was on the schedule.  Anyone who had a bad feeling the game would unfold like this is simply perceptive about patterns.

People can be thankful for the important thing that didn’t happen while lamenting the relatively inconsequential result.  Last season’s regular-season game against Cincinnati would have resulted just like this if it had not been interrupted by the most harrowing moment in club history.  Damar Hamlin serving as a healthy scratch is is the only outcome that really matters.  But we can still shake our heads at another underwhelming effort while bearing in mind life features more important things than sports.

Getting back to hating the Bengals offers small comfort.  Now, I’m just jealous.  They not only won but have both Bootsy Collins on their side and enough sense to put a football stadium in its namesake city.

Making taxpayers fund a venue that’ll be again stuck in the suburbs is just one of countless ghastly ownership screwups.  This is clearly not the coaching staff that will take the Bills further just like it’s clear they’ll keep their jobs.  Letting Allen’s career go to waste is exacerbated by seeing it happen in real time.  He’s suffering like fans.

You’re more likely to locate a successful Dorsey drive than any sense Terry Pegula either cares or would remedy the problem properly if he did.  His solution for the longest playoff drought in league history was to hire a first-time NHL head coach and a first-time general manager, so he’s decided saving money is the true victory.  Wasted talent is ownership policy.  Restricting Allen shields him from major bruising, which means he’d be healthy if they don’t make the playoffs.

[quickreaver]

First off, thanks to the OP for not being weird fanpol! I appreciate that muchly. So, I'm filling out this fandom bingo and I've had this post open on my dash for a bit; I'm gonna use the “interact with meta” square and take a stab at replying. Apologies to OP if you didn't want engagement. I won't be a complete asshat, I promise.

I see the “toxic codependency” assessment all the time (usually from shippers of the opposing stripe) and I'm not sure that's exactly what Sam and Dean have got going on? Both of them have lived apart for chunks of time successfully, but they always choose to return to each others side eventually. Sam and Dean absolutely do a lot of things that—if they happened IRL—we'd side-eye and slowly step away from. Outside, looking in, they're feral. Too good looking, blood under their fingernails, Americana urban legends that're wired just a little bit … wrong. But that makes for an interesting universe. SPN started as a horror show, with it's roots firmly entrenched in family tragedy. But to assert that they were always bad for each other and their lives didn't end happily, well, not sure about that? No, they didn't move on to rosy relationships apart from each other (willingly), but they did wind up in Heaven together, smiling, reunited. Completed, not trapped. Why is this not HEA? In SPN, there are obviously multiple planes of existence (of which the lead characters were well aware), and just because one existence ended in death (as the material plane always will), doesn't mean Dean didn't find happiness in Heaven. Pretty sure he did. (Because honestly, we're talking Dean here, right? He's the character that's in the middle of the SPN shipping tug-o-war.) (Wow, I like parenthesis!) But okay, this is something many of us will have to agree-to-disagree on. So let me switch to unpacking the idea of the “toxic codependency”. I posit that without flecks of it, these two guys would never have survived childhood. And given that they stayed in the hunting life, wouldn't have survived that either, not without that other person who had their back unconditionally, knew 99.9% of their deepest darkest secrets, and grew up in the same counter-culture society hidden from the daylight workaday world. They shared the same covert knowledge, lexicon, and understanding of the frailties of human life. They could never have been normal. They knew demons existed and despite retirement, always would. See: Sam convincing his son to get The Tattoo. Was it really “toxic codependency”? Or was it survival and choice? Who was it really toxic to? Not Sam and Dean. Wincest was never going to happen on the show, of course it wasn't. This ain't HBO. But the devoted, unbreakable platonic bond they had was clearly as powerful as any romance. It's just a different flavor of love, y'all. And it's okay, really. Not every story has to end with rings and a white picket fence.

One day I'll have the spoons to write my full thoughts on Wincest and why almost all fandom takes on it frustrate me. My opinion is that there's a strong Wincest subtext in the show, especially in the earlier seasons, and therefore I roll my eyes when fellow Destiel shippers go 'ew ew ew how could you THINK that' because... it is very much in the show. But I can't bring myself to ship it, either, because it's very clear to me that Wincest does exist and it is the tragedy of the show. Like, Sam and Dean are trapped in a codepentent toxic relationship. The happy ending for them is learining to form independent relationships with new people outside their claustrophobic little family. To be super clear, I don't think people shouldn't ship it, but I do think that wanting it to be canon means rooting for a tragic ending. Which, you do you, but I like happy endings.

[sorceressferaly]

No, I do not believe this makes sense.

While I appreciate that this is mostly meant as a joke about the never-changing climate of Jorvik due to the limitations of the game (similar to the running joke about how there’s no moon in Jorvik), there is no way a “real” Jorvik would have these kind of temperatures.

Global warming jokes aside, Jorvik is an island in the Atlantic, said to be located somewhere in between the north coast of the British Isles, Iceland and Norway. As anyone living on the islands in that region, say, the Faroe Islands, can tell you - the Atlantic winds are cold.

However, for absolutely no reason other than that it amuses me, I thought it would be fun to figure out what the climate of "real-life” Jorvik would look like.

Some presumptions that I’m going to make for this:

This is only considering Jorvik in the summer. The winters are likely mild, but on average colder. Not to mention darker.

Jorvik does have an inherent mystical magic that brings a warmer climate than the island realistically should have. This magic is stronger in certain regions than others. 

People reading this may not be familiar with the Celsius scale, so I will be providing USA units in parenthesis when mentioning specific degrees. (If I miss making a conversion somewhere, you can approximately convert by doubling the celsius number and adding 32.)

And as a disclaimer: This isn’t meant to mock anyone at the SSO social media making this joke. I thought it was funny! And I just find it fun to build on it and take it more seriously than anyone expected. 

Finally, we have to guess regarding the approximate real life size and position of Jorvik. From the information available, I have chosen to place it here:

(Credit to SSO forum user SSO Theory Time for the general shape of the island.)

But… that would put it right on top of the Faroe Islands! That can’t be right, can it? 

Well, I don’t recall the Faroe Islands have ever been mentioned in any lore related to SSO, despite the fact they should be Jorvik’s closest neighbor!

Could it in fact be the case, that in this world in which Jorvik exists, this island takes up the space that is occupied by the Faroe Islands in our reality? 

Probably not! If we ask SSE, Jorvik is likely a bit north or west of the Faroe Islands. But on the other hand, that would contradict the established position of Jorvik, there is nothing that really contradicts this assumption, and it sure makes it easier to compare temperatures. So I’m going to roll with it. Congratulations, Faroe people, you are citizens of Jorvik!

So then, what is the average temperature of the Faroe Islands in the summer?

Well, that’s significantly lower than presented. This chart shows the July averages with a high of 13°C (55,4°F)! 

But wait, doesn’t Jorvik have vineyards? Surely, that must hint of a much warmer climate!

Well, not necessarily. Following global warming, there are currently vineyards in countries like Sweden, Denmark, UK, and Ireland. While I couldn’t find any vineyards in the Faroe Islands or Iceland (not for grape wine anyway), if we consider Aideen’s Gift to grant Jorvik a warmer climate and a more fertile soil, it should at least be comparable to the wineries in Cork. (Average July temperatures of high 20°C (68°F) / low 13°C (55,4°F), an increase of about 50%.)

Now, keeping in mind that Jorvik has a visually varied climate over a small area, we’d have to examine each region separately. Perhaps Aideen just favoured certain regions more than others.

First, we should talk about Dino Valley. Dino Valley is a magical place covered in a permafrost, and many people have already reacted to hearing it’s as warm as -2°C (28,4°F).

However, this might actually be the most accurate temperature on the map! Even when you are looking at places in the world covered by permafrost, it is not unusual to see seasonal temperatures rise to higher levels, even above the freezing temperature of water.

Of course, this is usually the warmest temperature taken at the time of the day when the sun has warmed up the location to its warmest, and once nightfall approaches, temperatures will once again drop drastically.

I think we can make the assumption that -2°C (28,4°F) is a reasonable warm-day temperature for a summer in the Valley of the Hidden Dinosaur. It would require far warmer temperatures for far longer in order to be able to melt the ice. 

We also know that mammals such as snow weasels and snow foxes are able to live and thrive in Dino Valley, which means it can’t be a complete frozen wasteland, and is likely more similar to Greenland than Antarctica, with higher temperatures closer to the edges of the valley.

At the time of writing, several regions of Greenland are experiencing varied temperatures. Some regions have warm days of 0°C (28,4°F). (weather-forecast.com)

In conclusion, Dino Valley’s temperature seems accurate, but it might drop far lower during the nights. Wouldn’t recommend camping out there, particularly not for loony professors.

Moving on west towards Golden Hills Valley and Cape West, this region seems to be locked  in a perpetual autumn. Besides the eponymous trees, there doesn’t seem to be a lot of vegetation in this mountainous region. Cape West itself does not seem to have any protection from the cold Atlantic winds, and this seems to be reflected in the architecture and dress-sense of the people in the region. Overall, I would put Cape West - and most of Golden Hills - closer to the average Faroe Islands temperatures, 13°C (55,4°F).

While we’re at it, I’m just going to put South Hoof in about the same category. While South Hoof is further south and has some inspiration from the Scottish highlands, South Hoof is just really one flat plateau. We could compare the Cairngorms with an average high of 12°C (53,6°F), but due to being further north and open for all the Atlantic winds (and they have a lot of winds, as enthusiastic surfer Holly can tell), it likely feels even colder most of the time. Wear a scarf, Madison! 

The Forgotten Fields may have been warmer once upon a time, when it had lush forests granting protection from the winds. Not anymore. 

Jon Jarl ordered the forest that once grew here be cut down in order to provide lumber for the houses and stables. As if that was not enough, it is said that a curse was put on these fields by some of the original Vala that lived here, to make sure the Jarl could never settle north of the Devil’s Gap, as he drove them away from their homes. Now, there is nothing that grows here except grass and weeds, and Aideen’s gift is likely weak in this corner of the island.

No one on Jorvik would run a farm here voluntarily, and while I’m sure that the sunsets here makes the fields a romantic spot for a picnic, the temperatures are likely in line with those observed at Cape West.

Anyone trying to run a farm here surely must be filled with determination.

Dundull and southern Mistfall is a bit further into the east, and while most western winds are likely caught by South Hoof, the citizens of Dundull sure seems to be dressing warm when you go there to visit. Even in the animated series - which also takes place in the summer - Rania and Skye seem to be wearing jackets at all times, and Sigry has a fire lit in the fireplace, hinting that Mistfall does not have particularly warm summers. It’s likely less windy than South Hoof, but might be stuck with an average comparable to Vik, Iceland, of 15°C (59°F).

With the easier coastal regions identified, the rest of Jorvik is trickier.

South Harvest Counties and Epona are the weirdest regions on Jorvik. While their temperatures should be much lower, Harvest Countries seems to enjoy pleasant summer temperatures, and Epona has a downright warm climate. Even mediterranean in places!

We must assume that these regions are strong with the magic of Aideen’s Gift, and give them the 50% temperature increase compared to other regions.

The South Harvest Countries should have a temperature comparable to Reyjkjavik, but with Aideen’s gift, they may get pleasant summers around 20-25°C(68-77°F).

Epona now… despite facing the western winds of the southwest Atlantic, they seem to have not only vineyards, but an inland marshland, and an almost tropical valley where giant Jorvegian tarantula spiders live! Tarantulas prefer temperatures in the 24-27°C(75-80°F) range, and it seems like these temperatures might be brought forward by hot springs deep inside the mountains. We know that the Mirror Marshes do not freeze over during the winter, and seasonal storms are pretty common, so likely there is a sharp contrast between the temperatures coming from the land, and the winds coming from the sea.

Silverglade is a bit inlands, and are protected from the worst winds by some mountains around Devil’s Gap. There is also another vineyard here, but not one that seems to display a mediterranean climate. The earlier mentioned Cork in Ireland might be a close enough comparison, landing Silverglade around 20°C(68°F), with the weather likely warmer in some places and colder in others. Firgrove, high in the mountains, probably gets a lot of rain and is a bit cooler, while Fort Pinta seems to be quite the popular beach resort. Valedale is inhabited by druids, and next to Dino Valley, getting a lot of its meltwater and shade from the forest, but is strong with Aideen’s Gift and likely somewhat warmer than Firgrove. (The Silversong River still freezes over in winter though!) 

The only location left is the Wildwoods, which seems like a pretty warm place, considering the badlands-look of the warriors’ tribe, and the lush forests of the foresters.

It can likely be assumed that Aideen’s Gift is stronger here than anywhere else on the island, considering talking horses.

So now when we went through all that, what should Jorvik really look like on a warm summer’s day? 

tl;dr

And there we have our conclusion. Using science and magic, we now have a more accurate warm summer map of Jorvik! 

Thanks for reading!