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...Looks pretty đ C. Sturniolo
"Answer me or I stop."
â NSFW content ahead, fingering, mutual play, exhibitionism (?), the girls might as well be lesbians!
@bernardsbendystraws pov for doll is in the title!!
Bun was scared, her stomach in the pits of hell.
Her, Doll, Chris, and Matt had decided to sit in the living room and watch a movie. Nick would have been with them, but he had work meetings to attend, so the four were on their own.
Each couple were in their own world, curled up on opposite couches and watching 'Planet of the apes'. However, Chris and Matt had their own plans.
The two males knew how close their girls were to each other, in fact, they were too close to each other. The girls would cuddle with each other, change in front of each other, and sometimes even kissing eachother.
It's like they were attached at the hip - Like they were in a relationship.
So Matt and Chris decided to test how close they really were, as well as show the girls who they belonged to.
Chris eyes Bunny, watching her eyes dart across the tv, reading the subtitles quickly so she won't miss the action on the screen. He looks to Matt, giving him a subtle nod before starting to rub Buns thigh. The girl thinks nothing of it, used to Chris always touching her in some way.
She loved it, she loved affection - his affection.
However, what she didn't love was the way his hand started to sneak up her thigh and down the front of her frilly shorts, the same shorts Doll was currently wearing. She tenses and tries to pull his hand away, her brows furrowed and eyes wide. She hears Chris snickering softly. She may be sitting in front of him, but she could just see the smirk making it's way onto his face.
"Chris-" she hisses softly, her eyes darting to Doll and Matt, hoping they didn't see or hear what was going on.
He ignores her and simply spreads her folds apart and begins toying with her clit. Her eyes flutter shut before she snaps them open, trying to look inconspicuous.
She couldn't believe she was letting this happen, she felt bad - sort of.
The situation was ludicrous yet exciting, the idea of her boyfriend fingering her while her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend were just a few feet away, made her embarrassingly wet. The idea of being caught, maybe even having them watch, made her brain go fuzzy and her walls flutter.
She finds it hard to stay quiet, biting her lip and constantly clearing her throat.
"Y-You ok B-Bun?"
Bunny's head snaps to Doll, her eyes wide thinking she had been caught. She tries to get away with nodding, but Chris doesn't let her, asking her another question as he speeds up his assault on her puffy and aching clit.
"Yeah Bun, you ok?" Her breath hitches as he whispers in her ear, his breath warm.
"Answer me Bunny, or I stop."
"I-I'm goo-" Her jaw drops open as Chris pushes two fingers into her aching hole, immediately curling them against that spot that makes her turn into a mess. Her fingers harshly grip at Chris's arm, trying to stop herself from moaning out loud.
However, as soon as she hears a soft moan falling from Doll's lips, she allows her own to follow. It became clear what was going on, both boys forcing the girls to participate in exhibitionism. She couldn't even be mad, it was something so taboo yet so exciting.
Now not having to hide what was happening or what she was feeling, Bunny throws her head back onto Chrisâs shoulder, closing her eyes and gyrating her hips to match the quick yet lazy movements of his fingers.Â
âM-Matt!â
Bunnyâs eyes snap open hearing Dolls voice, her focus now on her.Â
She looked so pretty.
Her face scrunched, her lips in a soft pout, the way her nipples poked through the tight fabric of her tanktop.Â
It was an erotic sight.
Sheâd never tell the other three, but the sight of her best friend being pleasured was enough to send her over the edge.
âCome on Bun, let go fâme.â
Chris pants into her ear, his own orgasm approaching. Her walls flutter around Chrisâs finger, her moans going up in pitch. Chris groans lowly as he feels her wetness seep through the material of his sweatpants, his dick twitching softly.Â
Both girls lay against their respective boyfriends, panting softly and high off of their orgasms, their minds racing with thoughts about what just happened.Â
Chris and matt look to each other, confirming what they already knew with a silent nod.
Both girls were more than comfortable with each other for this to happen.
What group activity could be next?
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I'm just answering these because I want to, and skipping the ones that wouldn't be relevant or I don't feel like answering lmao
01. How many fics have you worked on since January? Hmm, five? I finished the Noct & Gladio one, I've been working on the rewrite of the aftermath one, I started the one inspired by @quartzguts fic Lost Signal (go fucking read this if you haven't), I did some more backstory for the college au, and I edited the secret one.
02. Whatâs something new that you tried in a fic this year? I've been trying to do a sliiiightly closer POV than before. I think it came out nicely enough in the Noct & Gladio fic. Definitely a challenge for me though.
05. What ships captured your heart? Ignoct still has my heart forever and always, but I've definitely had a growing fondness for Gladnoct. More platonic than romantic but I don't mind the romantic.
07. Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year? I mean I guess the Noct & Gladio fic is the first time I've written a fic centered on the two of them. I thought about writing a fic for Sword AF, and for Breath of the Wild, but I didn't. I'm unlikely to for either fandom, tbh. Too many for ffxv to focus on.
08. What fic meant the most to you to write? Aftermath fic, even though I'm not finished with it. I've been basically writing it since 2019 and it's the most in-depth fic I've ever written and I've put so much fucking work into it and it's over 600K I'm super proud of it even if it's slowly killing me and the fandom will be 100% dead by the time I'm done.
09. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? college au, my self-indulgent beloved. I have no idea if I'll ever successfully write you, but I love you nonetheless.
10. What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? lmao I only finished the Noct & Gladio one so I guess that by default.
11. What fic was the most difficult to write? the one inspired by Lost Signal. I have it all plotted out and I'm excited to write it but fuuuuck when I tried back in the summer it was not cooperating. and then writer's block just came knocking in general. I've got one finished chapter and I low-key hate it so I'm trying to ease back into things with working on my rewrite of aftermath fic before I attempt this fic again.
12. What fic was the easiest to write? I mean the Noct & Gladio one was pretty easy to write once I kicked my own ass and stopped procrastinating on the battle scene lol.
14. What were your go-to writing songs? I like to listen to a lot of EDM stuff. Especially Industrial but other stuff too. KMFDM, Assemblage 23, Lost Signal, Neuroticfish, Rotersand, Seabound, Lionhearts, Covenant, Wolfsheim, Acretongue, Michael FK... I also listened to Linkin Park and the Ori and the Blind Forest soundtrack.
15. What was the hardest fic to title? only two fics got titled this year... the secret one I ain't sharing lmao and the Noct & Gladio one, which was actually hard to title. Ameliorate. It fits but I kinda hate it ngl. I couldn't think of anything better. I still can't. It's whatever.
16. What's your favorite title of the year? the secret one. I'm so mean for it but as soon as I was done editing I knew I HAD to make that the title. I'm sorry my beloved blorbo. it was just too perfect lmao. one of my mutuals knows what I'm talking about XD it's all good.
21. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? my ass in 2019: I already wrote a lot of Noct dissociating in Under Grey Skies, I don't need to do it in aftermath fic. my ass in 2024: huh, Noct doesn't dissociate enough in this fic. soooo I guess now that's gonna be a thing. it has very much changed the story, several scenes have been changed/added for it and I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with it yet but that's why I'm writing without posting for now. wasn't expecting to do it but we'll see what happens.
22. What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand? no to by hand, I only sometimes do that for notes/plotting. I use scrivener <3333 I bit the bullet at the start of this year and used the money I had left from selling my car/after buying a freezer to upgrade to scrivener 3 and though I miss some things from scrivener 1, I mostly like it. I've gotten a lot more into the organisational features and it's been a godsend for making the rewrite of aftermath manageable.
25. How did you recharge between fics? Killed myself 100%ing breath of the wild. including all 900 fucking korok seeds. and then started playing tears of the kingdom with the intention of 100%ing that too but fuck me upgrading the armour was such a fucking slog even with duping diamonds for rupees and I still don't even have all of the sets collected and the koroks are more annoying this time and hhhhhhh I went back to fic to recharge from that fucking game.
28. If this were an awards show, who would you thank? @ivorydice for letting me endlessly ramble about my fics and helping me with plotting some of them. @quartzguts for writing an amazing fic that has inspired me with one of my own that I will write and finish eventually hrgh. @smallest-turtle for also letting me ramble that one time and for stabbing me in the heart with painful headcanons that made me think more about my own. literally anyone who's read my fics regardless of whether they've left kudos or comments or bookmarked them. anyone who talks to me. anyone who likes my venting as support. all my mutuals for being my mutuals even if we've never had a single interaction.
29. What's left on your to-do list for 2024? to just keep pecking away at the rewrite of aftermath fic. by the end of today I should have 38 of 62 chapters rewritten... send help T^T
30. What would you like to write next year? I just wanna finish aftermath fic for the love of god. pls. also the fic inspired by Lost Signal, and I'd like to maaaaaaaybe (big maybe) write a companion fic to the Noct & Gladio fic, showing Ignis & Prompto's hunt, but I don't actually have any ideas for it rn. so we'll see.
A slightly revised version of last year's questions! Two ways to play: Reblog and have your followers send you numbers, or answer the whole list!
How many fics have you worked on since January?
Whatâs something new that you tried in a fic this year?
What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.)
How many fandoms did you write for this year?
What ships captured your heart?
What characters captured your heart?
Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year?
What fic meant the most to you to write?
What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?
What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?
What fic was the most difficult to write?
What fic was the easiest to write?
What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year?
What were your go-to writing songs?
What was the hardest fic to title?
What's your favorite title of the year?
Share your favorite opening line
Share your favorite ending line
Share your favorite piece of dialogue
Share your funniest line
What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?
What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand?
If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?
Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?
How did you recharge between fics?
Did you create fanworks other than fic?
How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!)
If this were an awards show, who would you thank?
What's left on your to-do list for 2024?
What would you like to write next year?
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Random criminal: so, B-Man.
Batman turns and glares.
Random Criminal: you ever think of us after you go home at night?
Batman: ...
Red Hood and Robin: ...
Random Criminal: you break our legs, sometimes shove a batarang through our soft squishy torsos.
Red Hood: I recommend you stop speaking very fucking quickly.
Batman, approaching, looming over: what is your name.
Random Criminal: Steve, and you know, my mother had plans for me, you know!
Batman, dry: uh huh
Steve: I wore diapers. I had a father. I played with rattles, and I went to school. I graduated third in my entire class!
Batman: and yet here you are, helping Penguin move shipments of heroin.
Steve: I have a very expensive girlfriend. Well, she's not so much my girlfriend as a...sometimes thing. The girlfriend title is aspirational.
Batman: she's taking advantage of you.
Steve: don't you think I know that? But she has these abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous pair of��
Batman covers Robin's ears.
Steve: âeyes.
Batman gruffly: I have places to be, Steve. Andâ*cocking his head listening to the approaching police sirens*âso do you.
Steve: I joined a rock band, in high school. But the shmucks wouldn't let me play lead guitar.
Red Hood: while your attempts to humanize yourself have been fun, and mildly entertaining, we do have places to be.
Steve, throws himself on the ground, begging: Please. Please, mister Batman, please. I don't wanna go to Blackgate. I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson! I don'tâ*starts crying with snot*âplease don't. Don't do this. I will be a productive member of society, I swear. From now on. You have my fucking word.
Batman, unmoved: I let you go, why shouldn't I let them go? *points at the other trussed up goons*
Steve, considering: Well....
Batman:
Steve: I got nothin'
He's silent.
Batman: *sighs* give me your social security number, your phone number and your home address.
Steve: oh my god. Oh my god yes. Okay yes.
Batman: also I'm putting a tracker on you, Steve. If I ever get so much as a whiff of trouble, I will make youâ
Steve: yes yes
Batman: âsheesh kebab.
Steve: oh my god thank you, thank you. *Robin undoes his restraints*
Batman: I'll get you an entry level job with one of my corporate partners. You will be given work suitable to your capacity. Needless to say, you'll need to trim expenses.
Steve: yes, yes, anything yes.
Batman: also...
Steve: ....?
Batman: you will be at the mercy of my children whenever they want to play pranks on each other.
Steve, raising his eyebrows: really? That's all?
Red Hood, singsong: oh you sweet summer child...
Batman: trust me. You'll regret the day you signed up for a life of crime.
Steve, laughing in relief: you know, you're like a good hearted grinch. You're scary on top, but then, burrow inside and you'll find, like, marshmallow
Batman: ...
Steve: I'll shut up now.
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Note: welcome to beaquinn hammock hookup! I'm formatting this on my phone bc I already put my computer in my bag, so I apologize if it looks wonky :)
Warnings: fingering, public & outdoor sex, handjob
WC: 2225
SMUT UNDER THE CUT! (I don't have my normal graphic for that since, yet again, I'm on my phone.) Minors, do NOT interact. Thanks!
Bea feels remarkably like a cat who is napping in a sunlit window. The moonlight doesnât actually warm her all that much, but the red wine in her stomach and Quinnâs body heat does. Theyâre stargazing, but Bea has curled up into Quinnâs side and started to breathe him in. It would probably be expensive and unrealisticâ try impossibleâ to bottle him up like a perfume, but with her nose pressed into the side of his chest, she would like nothing more.
Not only is he keeping her warm and smelling good, but heâs also so fun to touch. Quinnâs bicep is acting like a pillow for Bea, her knee is thrown over his leg, and her hand is on his stomach. Bea could fall asleep right here, on the ground, so long as Quinn is touching her.
Her fingers are a little bit cold, though. Itâs the middle of summer, but since the sun has set, thereâs a slight chill in the air. Sheâs already wearing Quinnâs Palm Angels Creative Services sweatshirt, which is big on Quinn and massive on Bea, but sheâs cold.
There is a solutionâ the human hand-warmer beside her.
Just as Bea is snaking her hand under Quinnâs t-shirt and flattening her palm over his happy trail, sheâs wrenched out of the moment by Honeyâs cross voice.
âStop that,â Honey chides.
Sheâs probably talking to Jack or Cole, or even Trevor, so Bea doesnât pay her any mind. She continues her motion, finding the slight dip of Quinnâs v-line and tracing it.
âSeriously, Bea, stop it or go,â Honey adds, indignant.
Now itâs clear that sheâs directing her complaints at Bea. Ugh. She doesnât get it. She doesnât have Quinn underneath her, with these lovehandles that she just wants to bite and pinch and love on.
Quinn shifts underneath her and catches Beaâs hand, halting her movements. âWeâll go to bed,â Quinn decides for them, holding Beaâs hand and dragging her up to a seated position. âCâmon, Bea.â
Bea groans, scrunching up her face. Moving is so hard. She raises her arms petulantly and blinks up at Quinn, doe-eyed.
He chuckles and shakes his head at Bea, smiling down and gathering her up in his arms. âNeedy girl, did all that wine stop your legs from working?â He teases good-naturedly.
Beaâs stomach flutters. âI would just rather cuddle you,â Bea replies. She snuggles closer to Quinn and buries her nose in his chest, inhaling deeply and obviously and making Quinn laugh.
âSeemed like you wanted more than a cuddle, baby,â Quinn says knowingly. âHow are you feeling?â
âFeeling like I want my boyfriend to touch me,â Bea sings, flattening her palms on Quinnâs chest and dragging them down his torso seductively once he sets her down, her feet against the ground so she's standing, but there's still very little space between them. His nostrils flare a little bit at his title, which is still fresh enough that it evokes a reaction from Quinn.
Jack and Honey can share looks all they want, but Bea and Quinn should be allowed to soak up the honeymoon phase as long as theyâd like. Itâll all end at the end of August anyway, so whatâs a month of mushy, over-the-top PDA?
âOh, yeah?â Quinn asks. âWhat should your boyfriend do to you? Heâs not going to fuck you in the hammock, F-Y-I.â
Bea frowns and digs her fingers into Quinnâs waistband, inching them down. âWhy not?â
Quinn looks at her, unimpressed. âBecause the hammock will flip over and weâll fall out if I fuck you the way I want to fuck you.â
Bea hums. That sounds enticing. âMaybe we should sneak into Honeyâs room,â Bea jokes. She wiggles her eyebrows and laughs. âYou can fuck me to your heartâs content.â
Quinn looks off to the side, back toward the group, chuckling with Bea. âI think if we fuck in Honeyâs bed, then she and Trevor will fuck in our bed.â
âHm, good point,â Bea says. âWe donât want that. Not Trevor, at least.â
âExactly.â Quinn pecks her forehead. âBut, the sooner you get in the hammock, the sooner I can make you come on my fingers. Does that sound okay?â
âBetter than okay,â Bea agrees. She hops into the hammock and tries to keep the swinging fabric steady for Quinn. Once he collapses on top of Beaâs body, she kisses his temple. âOnce you make me come, Iâll get my hand on you, too.â
âSo generous,â Quinn murmurs. He seals his mouth over hers and coats her tongue with his taste.
He tastes just the same as she does, probably. Her tastebuds are coated with red wine and Quinnâs kisses are slow, tinged with sensuality. Bea could kiss him all day and all night, if sheâs being honest. Given how little time they have, she never wants to part from Quinn.
The pads of his fingers inch between her legs, rubbing Beaâs core over her shorts. âYou wanna take these off?â He asks.
Bea nods. âMhm,â she agrees. âI kind of like the idea of being exposed like this.â
Quinn groans, swooping in to kiss her again. âFuck, I love you,â he tells Bea.
Heâs been saying that a lot lately. Itâs not like she told him to stop, but she also hasnât said it back. It makes her⌠anxious, maybe, to hear Quinn say that he loves her? Not always in a bad wayâ in moments like this, it makes her giggle and remember that theyâre a great match, but other times it just reminds her that things are going to be really difficult at the end of August. The real reason that Bea doesnât stop Quinn from saying he loves her, though, is because he always says it so earnestly. He truly means it and she doesnât want to stop him from saying what he means. She doesnât want to silence him.
Luckily, heâs kissing her again, so she doesnât have to reply. He usually does that. Heâll smother her lips before she can think of a response to his statement. Bea suspects that he knows that sheâs not quite there yet and thatâs why he doesnât give her a chance to hesitate.
Heâs so⌠good. If Bea was to make him in the Sims, sheâd almost certainly put âGoodâ as one of his three personality traits.
She loses her shorts and Quinn shifts her panties to the side, baring Beaâs pussy to the summer air. He intertwines their legs, able to press his rapidly fattening length against the top part of her thigh. As one of his hands slips between her folds, prodding at her entrance, his other cups the back of her neck and keeps their lips slotted together.
His tongue fills her mouth again as two of his fingers bluntly push into her heat. Heâs only just started to thrust them in and out whenâ
âHey,â Honeyâs soft voice hisses, sounding like sheâs already grinding her teeth together and grimacing at the idea of interrupting.
Bea barely holds back a snort when Quinn flinches away from her. This isnât the first time Honey has interrupted her in the middle of somethingâ after all, they did live together for a year. There were only so many times that Honey was willing to be sexiled from the house that she was paying to own.
Quinnâs face goes from a âdeer-in-headlightsâ expression to one that is more calm. He turns back to Bea, looking down at her. âDo you want a blanket?â
Bea sits up, leaning on her elbows to do so. She looks over the edge of the hammock at Honey. âYou can just drop it there,â she says. Then, she grins, seeking to make Honey just a bit more uncomfortable with her next words. She always makes the funniest face when she doesnât want to hear something about Beaâs sex life. âQuinnâll come get it in a second. His hands are a little busy right now.â For good measure, she clenches down on his fingers, which surprises Quinn and makes him blush.
The blanket hits the ground with a muted thump. âI didnât need to know that.â Honey deadpans before turning on her heel and walking away. âHave a good night!â She wishes in false cheer.
Bea thinks quick on her feet. âJust trying to cross something off my Rice Purity Test,â she calls after Honey, laughing to herself. Honey flips her off without looking back, which effectively ends their conversation. Bea lifts her arms and curls them around Quinnâs neck, bringing him back down to kiss her lips.
âAre you actually?â Quinn asks between kisses. âFor the Rice Purity Test?â
âNah,â Bea says. âI think my score is low enough. Plus, Iâve had sex outside before. It just wasnât quite like this.â She tilts her head up and pecks his lips again. âBut, I have crossed a few items off because of you. Kissing for more than two hours consecutively? That was all you, Q.â
âWhatâs your score?â Quinn inquires, sounding interested.
âUh, 40, last I checked,â Bea says. âDefinitely not too shabby, but not too slutty.â
Quinn has begun moving his fingers again, bringing waves of pleasure with his movements. âDefinitely not slutty.â
âWhatâs yours?â Bea asks.
â42, but I guess Iâm knocking off âpublic sexâ and âoutdoor sexâ right now,â Quinn teases. âSo weâre the same. Not slutty at all.â
Bea giggles. âHmm, if youâre good, Iâll give you the $5 bill in my wallet and we can both get down to 39?â
Quinn snorts out a laugh into her mouth and brings his thumb to her clit. âQuiet, you. You get to come free of charge today.â
âOh, thank you, Quinn Hughes,â Bea simpers before locking lips with Quinn and keeping him close.
Their kisses are as sloppy as his crude thrusts, sounding similar as well. Their lips smack quietly as they come together and part, breathing into each othersâ mouths before diving in for another round. Quinnâs fingers move in and out of Bea at a leisurely pace, savoring her slick and working in tandem with his circling thumb.
Itâs only once Bea shoves her hand into Quinnâs shorts that he starts to speed up. Itâs a race against each other, with Bea stripping Quinnâs cock until his hips are twisting away from her grip and Quinn pulsing his fingertips against Beaâs g-spot in a way that has her whimpering against his tongue.
Quinn pushes a third finger past Beaâs entrance, doing everything he can to bring her to the peak before he comes in her hand. His effort is for naughtâ when Bea twists her fingers in his hair and tugs slightly, causing that burning ache in Quinnâs scalp that he likes so much while he eats her out, he shudders on top of her and begins to spill in her hand.
Bea catches what she can, doing her best to make sure there will be no cumstain on Quinnâs shorts when they rise and greet the others in the morning.
When he finishes quivering under her touch, Bea draws her hand from his shorts and brings her hand to her mouth.
Quinn draws back and, eyes hooded, watches her lick his cum from her palm and fingers. He looks slightly more drunk than he was originally, intoxicated by the view in front of him.
Bea smirks as she sucks, taking her time with Quinnâs cum.
Quinn grips the back of her neck and draws Bea forward, trapping her hand between their bodies and crashing his lips against her own. Heâs greedy and insatiable, pressing his hips and softening cock against her thigh as he thrusts his fingers inside of her.
âWish I could get my mouth on you,â Quinn tells her quietly, but rushed like the world will end if he doesnât say it. âIâd suck your clit âtil youâre coming all over my face, baby. Nothing in the world tastes better than you.â
âShit,â Bea replies, blinking hard at his words. Her hips jump under his touch, thighs shaking with his insistent bullying of her inner walls. âYâre gonna make me come, Q.â
âThe whole point,â Quinn says with a little laugh. âI want you to. Come on my fingers, Sweet Bea. Make a mess for me, give me something to lick up just like you did.â
Bea moans into his mouth when he kisses her a final time, the seal inside of Bea snapping and allowing endless shocks to overtake her body. He fingers her through her climax, laying kiss after kiss on her lips.
When she comes down, he withdraws his fingers and makes good on his promise. Quinn overexaggerates his satisfied hums and even rubs his stomach like her cum is the tastiest thing in the world, which has Bea throwing her head back in laughter and popping him good-naturedly on the head. She also tells him that heâs acting weird, which is when he chills out a bit.
Bea smiles fondly at Quinn as he cleans his fingers, fisting his t-shirt and pulling him closer, although her tugging really only results in rocking the hammock. Theyâre quick to fall asleep, with Quinn replacing Beaâs shorts and venturing out to get the blanket Honey left them. It keeps them nice and warm, legs still intertwined, for the entire night.
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Hello! Could you write something about how Hannibal(Hannibal NBC) fell in love with a reader(preferably male, but female is okay too!)who is also a surgeon? Perhaps they could cross paths while working on the investigation of one of the cases? And what if the reader is cold, distant and paranoid, the one who keeps everyone at arm's length. I just absolutely LOVE this parallel between Hannibal and Franklin, because Hannibal would probably be "the Franklin" in this situation. It's okay if you're uncomfortable or don't want to write it! Have a nice day!đ¸đ¸đ¸
Give Me Attention (Hannibal Lecter x M! Reader)
Hi, I absolutely love the request because it strays so far from what Hannibal is (and believe me, I did take advantage to write a needy and pathetic Hannibal who's down for the reader.) So this might not be the most realistic but it's fun! Hope you enjoy it.
tags: down bad Hannibal, Hannibal finds reader endearing, even if they're rude, open ending??
You always prided yourself on your surgical precision, the clean lines of your incisions, the careful stitching that spoke of a quiet dedication to your craft. But the work before you nowâthe dissected realities of crime scenes rather than the sanitized sterility of an operating roomâwas a grotesque mockery of your lifeâs work. When Jack Crawford had approached you, his eyes weary and voice heavy with unspoken desperation, you had felt compelled to help, drawn in by the promise of stopping a monster. Little did you know, youâd be working alongside one.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter was an enigma wrapped in a facade of impeccable suits and polite smiles. From the moment you met, his gaze lingered too long, his questions probing too deeply. You wanted a professional relationship, nothing more. Yet, Hannibal seemed determined to weave himself into the very fabric of your life.
âDr. Lecter, I appreciate your insights, but I'm quite capable of drawing my own conclusions,â you said, after he had offered yet another piercing analysis of a body you were examining. Your tone was polite but distant, an invisible barrier you continually reinforced.
âOf course, my apologies. I find our collaboration most enlightening,â Hannibal responded, his voice smooth, betraying no hint of offense. âPerhaps we could discuss our theories over dinner? I believe a change of scenery could prove invigorating.â
You paused, the scalpel in your hand hovering above cold flesh. âThat wonât be necessary, Doctor. I prefer to keep my work at work.â You didnât miss the brief shadow that crossed his face before his polite smile returned.
âAs you wish.â
Despite your refusals, Hannibalâs attempts at friendship only escalated. It started with chance encounters. Youâd see him at the coffee shop where you grabbed your morning espresso, a polite nod exchanged, nothing more. Then it was the bookstore you frequented on quiet Sundays, Hannibal browsing the aisles, a thoughtful expression as he picked through titles youâd just glanced at minutes before.
But it wasnât just public spaces. It was recommendations left on your desk, notes about books or wines he thought youâd enjoy, reservations made at restaurants youâd mentioned offhandedly during meetings. It was becoming too much, his presence too suffocating.
One evening, as you were leaving Quantico, you found him waiting by your car. The parking lot was nearly empty, the streetlights casting long shadows. âDr. Lecter, this is becoming inappropriate,â you said, your tone sharper than before.
âMy intentions are purely of a friendly nature,â he explained, stepping closer. âI find your mind fascinating. Itâs not often I meet someone whose intellect I admire as much.â
âYou need to stop this,â you insisted. âWhatever you think is happening between us, it isnât. I'm not interested in becoming your friend nor do I find you interesting. Now, leave me alone." You hissed, unlocking your car and sliding inside before he could respond.
Hannibal stood silently, the sharp sting of your words cutting through the cold air between you. He watched as you slid into your car, his expression unreadable, a mask of calm painted over the tumult inside him. For a moment, he remained motionless, the weight of rejection settling heavily on his shoulders.
As your car's headlights flickered on, casting long shadows on the pavement, Hannibal's thoughts churned. Rejection was an unfamiliar and unwelcome guest in his life, one he was not prepared to entertain graciously. His eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you drive away, the tail lights blurring into the growing dusk.
In the solitude of the empty parking lot, Hannibal allowed himself a rare moment of vulnerability. "Not interested," the words echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to the usual praises and desires he elicited in others. His interest in you had been genuine, profound even, transcending the usual boundaries that defined his relationships. You were a challenge, a riddle wrapped in the enigma of your own moral and professional fortitude, and he had failed to unravel you.
Turning slowly, Hannibal walked back to his own vehicle, his steps measured, the grace of his movements belying the turmoil within. As he drove home, the streets empty and bathed in the glow of streetlights, he contemplated your words.
"Leave me alone." The finality of it should have been a deterrent, a clear signal to cease and desist. But Hannibal Lecter was not a man deterred by the conventional responses of others. To him, every human interaction was a complex dance of wills and desires, and he was a master choreographer.
In the quiet of his kitchen, Hannibal poured himself a glass of Chianti, the rich red liquid swirling in the glass, a dark mirror to his thoughts. He pondered the nuances of your rejection, searching for a sliver of meaning or a crack in your armor. Was there truly no interest? Or was it a defense mechanism, a wall built to keep the worldâand perhaps himâdecidedly out?
"You do find me interesting," he murmured to himself, the words a whisper against the clink of the glass. "You must. The mind like yours cannot help but be intrigued by the anomalies of human behavior, and I," he paused, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "am certainly an anomaly."
Resolved, Hannibal set his glass down. Your rejection, while clear and stinging, was but another layer of the complexity that made you so fascinating. He would give you space, for now, to contemplate and perhaps to miss the dance of intellects that had begun to form between you. Patience, after all, was a virtue he possessed in abundance.
Tomorrow, Hannibal would return to Quantico, his demeanor unchanged, polite and professional. He would respect your wishes, maintaining a distance. But he would watch, and wait, and perhaps, in time, you would see that the dance was far from over. The game, as they say, was afoot, and Hannibal Lecter was never one to walk away from a challenge, especially not one as intriguing as you.
#x male reader#male reader#slasher fandom#hannibal fandom#hannibal lecter#hannibal nbc#nbc hannibal#will graham#alana bloom#jack crawford#beverly katz#hannibal lecter x male reader#hannibal lecter x you#hannibal lecter x reader#hannibal lecter nbc#will graham nbc#silence of the lambs
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This has been on my mind for a while and Iâm kinda surprised no body really wrote about it but could you please do one were reader basically gets into curlyâs ass about jimmy but it kinda leads into a lil heated argument you can chose if it ends on a good note also have a good morning, day or night đ
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authorâs note sorry for the radio silence. iâve been suffering from writerâs block. working retail during the holidays will do that to you. anyway, enjoy this ficlet.
You were starting to wake. Through your eyelids, you noticed how the room around you began to brighten up. You let out a groan and turn onto your side before proceeding to tap your hand on the side where Curly normally sleptâŚand yet you felt nothing there. Your eyelids flick open in horror.
Curly's side of the bed was empty. You sit up, frantic. Where was he? You look at his dresser, then yours - no note. You scan the room and there isn't any sign that he's gone.
You scoot off the bed and go downstairs. As you descend, you can hear his voice. You follow it into the kitchen where you finally see him standing there, still in his boxers, one hand on his hip, and the other holding his phone against his ear. He looks frustrated, must be that pony job he always complains about.
Curly acknowledges you with a smile before focusing once again on his conversation. "No, that makes no sense! I already told you I was coming here!"
You walk up behind Curly and lean against his back. Your hands run up his torso, feeling up his pectorals and his abs.
âAlright, Jimmy,â he says.
Of course.
You pull away at the sound of that name. You didn't really like how Jimmy presented himself; there was a strange amount of jealousy from his end and he could just never be happy for others. There was already a mutual dislike for each other but your boyfriend, Curly being Curly, takes his job too seriously and lets it spill into his personal life. He thinks he can H.R. his way into making you and Jimmy friends or, at least, respect each other.
Curly hangs up and turns around to greet you. "Good morning, sweetheart." He lights up with these words, no sign of being bothered by his conversation. You decide not to say anything at first. If anything, you were a little annoyed - if he was going to wake up before you, you'd at least hope he'd go out on a run or maybe surprise you with a sweet treat or flowers. You open the fridge in search of something to eat. Milk, eggs, leftover pomegranate.
"Babe?" Curly's head pokes over the fridge. "I said good morning."
You decide to eat the pomegranate for breakfast. Wouldn't want it to go bad.
"I bet it is. How's your boyfriend?" you ask. Curly's face drops. You close the fridge and take a seat by the island counter.
"Hey, don't walk away from me. What's up with you?" he asks. You shoot him a look, then your eyes move to his phone. Curly eyes follow yours and it hits him once his eyes settle on his phone.
"Please don't start. Not this morning."
"Oh, so you're aware. Perfect!" You place your cut pomegranate back in the bowl. "My question is just why? Why do you give him so much...control?"
"Control? I am my own man, you know. Captain of my own ship." You must have hit a nerve because Curly normally doesn't get defensive like this. Using his title to make him seem better? Not a usual practice of his.
"You deliver shit! People at NASA get to brag about going to space to explore! You don't. So don't let your ego get in the way of me questioning your relationship with your idiot friend."
He was Persephone, Jimmy was Hades, and like Demeter, you only had Curly for the spring and summer.
You both stare intensely at each other for a moment and it was the 'let's just hop in the sheets and fuck it out' intensity. You both were genuinely pissed at each other.Â
"I'm going to step out," Curly says breaking the silence. He starts to make his way up the stairs. "Yeah, avoid the question of Jimmy, like you always do!" you yell at him.
"Shut up!" He's halfway up the stairs. Your head cocks back. "Did you tell me to shut up?" He's never spoken to you like that - you're not even sure he's spoken to anyone like that.
Curly realizes what he's just said and is equally as shocked by his own mouth. He rushes down the stairs and reaches out to you. When he's close, you turn your body away. "Hey..." he pleads.
"Curly...please go. Go anywhere. I don't know. Go call Jimmy or something. Just get out of my sight." You push your bowl of fruit away from you. Still refusing to face him, you continue, "I will not allow you to talk to me like that. Especially, especially, if we're talking about Jimmy. You must be out of your fucking mind."
He lingers before finally giving in. "Ok...I'll step out for a bit." Curly hesitantly places a hand on your back. You donât tell him off or recoil. âIâm sorry andâŚand I shouldnât have said that to you.â
Of course, he wasnât going to acknowledge the actual problem - Jimmy. So you choose to let it go because itâs all you can do. Curly gives you the day to yourself before coming home for dinner. A bouquet of your flowers and tons of kisses make up for the quarrel for now.
#captain curly#curly mouthwashing#captain curly x reader#curly x reader#mouthwashing x reader#curly x reader mouthwashing#black yn#black reader
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So about my older Maxley! Fake dating AU...
So I'm all finished with the first draft of the first chapter and currently editing it while working on the second.
If possible I would like to have a beta look it over for grammatical mistakes, and tone inconsistencies. (Also to just listen to my mad ramblings about where I want this fic to go if that makes sense)
Here's the summary:
Bradley Uppercrust the 3rd is well on his way to success. At 27 he is all lined up to take over his dad's business, marry a beautiful woman and live his supposed happily ever after.
But one night of weakness and a well timed photograph at a gay club threatens to undo everything he's worked for and get him permanently kicked out of the cushy lifestyle he's grown accustomed.
Rather than hide away, his publicist suggests leaning in. To play the part of a gay male in a starcrossed romance helplessly forced to be straight by his homophobic father and in turn get the public on his side.
But who on earth could play the Romeo to his tragic Juliet. Certainly not the up and coming pro skater that Bradley was rivals with in college... right?
#maxley#an extremely goofy movie#I have no title yet but I'm working on it#my fic#bradley uppercrust iii#max goof#fake dating au#There will be mutual pining#It will be rated E for reasons#I swear if this is what gets me out of writers block I will scream
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Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky~
Inspired from This post of @just-dol-headshots and this ask from @hakusins. Don't worry I'm still aiming for your ass Haku-Dean :) References and something under the cut
We all have to agree Bully Robin should have some softer and caring sides. When there's only them two and no one else is around to judge, he can let loose and slip back into that kinda of "Original Robin" we know and I love. I mean, that's what JDOLH made that got me into these swap messes from the beginning jsjkhskjhd you knowww the HUG!!
Reference: Barbie Girl (Aqua) and this cute ecchi Clamp Chobit piece
All in all I'm a pink bietch and Dollya won't be losing her V-card anytime soon that I can promise so hang in there okay mr.Bully.
edit: OMG THIS IS MY 1000TH POST TTOTT)) JKSDJLASKJKDLA
SELF-INDULGENT HERE WE GO
#Warning: rant in tags#dollya art#robin the orphan#dol robin#robin the bully#swap robin#swap au#DoL swap AU#Just Dollya herself#degrees of lewdity#dol#pinkcore#pink aesthetic#I don't know man I still can't decide the title for Dollya and âthe Weebâ is kinda not very cute eventhough I like it#I'm enjoying this SO FREAKING MUCH I lose track of time and want to draw so many fucking things for it#I have âPlansâ for Bully Robin don't worry he will get backstory as well as character development#Dark or light I can't promise I will work with JDOLH and maybe Hakusin too to build this AU#I want to put work into this you understand me?#AAAAAAAAAA THE IDEAS KEEP COMING I hate this yet I love it#What else to tag oh right#yumejoshi#yumeship#I LOVE to draw pink so fucking much#I love pink#I want to draw more pink
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'Ophelia' Wip
#this is based off of a new short story I'm working on#i don't have a title for it just yet#web weaving#web weave#typography#spilled ink#spilled words#spilled thoughts#poetry#prose#writerscommunity#writers on tumblr#writers of tumblr#dark academia#creative writing#ophelia#hamlet#william shakespeare#original poetry#typography art#literature#literary quotes#honestly - reading a meeting between queen Guinevere and Lancelot inspired this piece
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Me being totally normal: I can surely figure out what page he's at if I stare at it for too long
Also me, staring at it for too long: Wait...is he reading....the foreword...? I can't believe it took me this long to realize Vegas is reading the first page here. It might not even be the foreword, it might be info about the author, it's so funny. But don't worry, the good news is that he's actually reading the book in this scene:
which, of course, you can make the claim that beforehand, he was not in a good mental state (Vegas? not being mentally well? No fucking way right?) so he was trying to distract himself from whatever the fuck the whole thing he's doing at the safehouse is, but after him and Pete talk and bond and all of that good stuff, his mind can focus and actually read the damn book. Sidenote Because I'm a bit insane and very committed in finding things to obsess over with my hyperfixations, I estimated the possible percentage of the book he might be currently at, then went to the appropriate page and found this line there: "He felt very gay and light-headed, and quite forty years younger, as he walked to the door."
I swear to God, it was there, and I laughed so hard they must have heard me over in Thailand.
#this is the shit that occupies my brain every day#I might have a problem#I'm actually in the process of reading Childhood's End for a fic idea I got at random and would really like to see if it'd work#me sweating above the pages: how can I make it connect to Vegas????#surely they didn't make him read this book specifically only for its title right? RIGHT?#(the most probable answer is that yes it's because of the title but where there's a will there's a way)#(and I have a wild imagination when it comes to connecting two completely different and unrelated things together because I love them both)#(stay tuned for a fic that's coming in December for that lol)#anyway have I said how much I love this show yet?#I love this show and the brainrot it's given me#I hope it stays for a long ass time#vegaspete#vegas theerapanyakul#meta post
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âOn Deathâ - Benjamin Franklin
#art#unreality#video#draws#weirdcore#death#augmented reality#vr#virtual reality#3d art#ghost#ghosts#ask to tag anything else#this is part of an art series i'm doing using video and found objects from my childhood home#i don't have a final title yet but for tagging purposes the working title will be#childhome#so block that if you don't wanna see a bunch of very personal experimental artwork#thank u
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Mood board for my latest project. Little bit of it below the cut.
You eat the lunch you packed and pull off your sweater, the noon sun warming you up enough to not need it, at least for the moment. You putt along to a new spot and try fishing again, this time catching three good sized fish. Surprising, considering the time of day, but sometimes you get lucky. You're thinking about heading back home when you spot a flash of white under the water.
You grab your camera, determined to be ready. And then a grey shape launches out of the water and into your boat, nearly capsizing it. The white orca sluices through the water next to your boat a moment later, regarding you disdainfully with one bloodshot eye. He flicks his tail as he dives again, soaking you and your passenger.
Your seal friend makes himself comfortable at the prow of the boat, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're on thin ice, mister!" You tell him, turning back the way you'd come. Thanks to him you missed your photo and nearly went for a swim in deep water. You're pretty sure he couldn't help you out of that situation even if he wanted to, especially with a hunter swimming just below. You certainly don't want four inch teeth biting you in half.
Of course, you don't want to see your friend get eaten in front of you either. You know its the way of the ocean, but he's your little buddy.
The white orca cuts across your path again. You stop your engine, heart hammering, and grab your camera. He disappears into the depths for a moment, and then jumps a little ways away. If you didnât know better, youâd say he was showing off. You get several quick snaps that you know will be gorgeousâ Water droplets catching the sun, his ghostly white body stark against the backdrop of the dark ocean. You grin at the seal, and yelp when something thumps the bottom of your boat, rocking it harshly.
Then the white orca (he needs a name, so you land on Ghost) surfaces next to you, terrifyingly close, and spits water at the seal.
âHoly shit,â you breathe, adjusting your lens for the close contact, camera shutter clicking away as you shoot pictures. Ghost eyes you, and then spits water a second time. The seal looks deeply offended, but not concerned, even with his hunter bobbing in the water a few feet away. âArenât you a pretty boy.â
He is pretty. A juvenile, maybe, now that you see him up closeâ Heâs a bit small for an orca, but heâs all alone out here, no pod to speak of, and a juvenile wouldnât survive on itâs own. As if he can hear your compliment, he creaks at you.
The seal barks back. He seems offended by Ghostâs presence. Understandable, since Ghost was trying to eat him earlier. You get a few funny snaps of the two of them regarding each other over the rim of the boat, having a conversation that you have no way of understanding. You feel a bit insane. A bit like youâre going to wake up laying in the bottom of your boat any minute, and this will all be a funny dream.
#cave writing#I don't have a title yet so I can't make an actual title card#this hardly qualifies as a mood board but I'm a sick fuck and the orca throwing the seal gets me laughing every time#true GhostSoap dynamic#I'm listening to so much Stan Rogers rn#I was listening to the Corries but I didn't like their version of Barrett's Privateers so I got sidetracked#Free in the Harbour hits#I've also been doing a lot of research on orcas and let me tell you. People have not been good to them#But in Western North Atlantic populations there's been more and more sightings since the 90s in the Maritimes#And lots of calves!! There's less pollution from farming run off in the northern areas so the population isn't experiencing the same-#fertility problems that some other groups of orcas do#and they seem to be more diverse in their breeding practices too which is good#there's a pod in the Southern hemisphere that's like Hapsburg levels of inbreeding#Although there are still some breeding problems all over just from being apex predators#lots of pollutants collect high up in the chain#That's why the resident pods on the West Coast of north america seem to do a bit better - They're primarily fish eaters#versus transient whales that tend to eat more mammals and other whales#People need to get their shit together about the ocean#Sorry what was I saying#I'm working on a novel version of this because there's a bigger story to tell but I still want to finish this fic version and post it#Sitting around 9k now but I'll probably finish it before posting just to avoid another WIP people want me to update chapters on lmao#anyway I should go do some chores or something
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another snippet hehe (because this is all i've been able to think about all day)
By the time Eddie comes home, Buck has somewhat recovered. Well, not really. The heavy pit in his stomach is still very much present, but heâs able to push it aside for the moment when he notices the headlights of Eddieâs truck flash through the windows.Â
Heâs already holding his bag when Eddie steps through the front door. He smiles at Buck, that blinding happy smile that shows off his sharp canines, but it quickly falters when he realises what Buck is doing.Â
âYouâre heading out?â he asks, sounding⌠almost sad. As if Buck wasnât feeling bad enough already.Â
âYeah, sorry. Iâm ah- Not feeling too hot,â Buck says. Itâs not really a lie. His skin feels like it was put on wrong and dinner is sitting heavy in his stomach.Â
Eddieâs expression shifts from sad to worried. âYou are looking a little pale.â He steps forward, reaching out his hand, which Buck tracks with wide eyes, wondering what is happening. He almost flinches when Eddie puts the pack of it against his forehead. The crease between his brows flattens out a little. âDoesnât seem like you have a fever, though.âÂ
Buck doesnât answer. The only thing he is capable of is stare dumbly with his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Eddie doesnât seem to mind. He gives him a comforting smile and then moves his hand to the side of Buckâs neck, gently stroking the sensitive skin there with his thumb. Buck feels like heâs about to pass out. Maybe he does have a fever. This seems a little like a fever dream.Â
âYou could stay,â Eddie says. His hand is still on Buckâs neck. He hesitates for a moment, like heâs gathering courage to say his next words. âLet me take care of you.âÂ
Once again, Buck feels off-kilter, but for an entirely different reason.Â
âNah, itâs fine. I just need a good nightâs sleep and I wonât get that on your couch,â he manages to say with an awkward laugh.Â
Eddie furrows his brow again. âI wouldnât make you sleep on the couch, Buck.â Thereâs a rosy blush to his cheeks again.Â
Now itâs Buckâs turn to furrow his brow. He really does feel sick now as he brings himself to ask, âHow would your boyfriend feel about that?âÂ
Eddie, to his credit, looks just as confused as Buck is feeling right now. He pulls away his hand, Buck once again tracks the movement, and lets it fall uselessly to his side. âI- what? I donât know. How would my boyfriend feel about that?â
Heâs looking at Buck like he knows the answer.
#marthe writes#i don't have a title for this yet so i can't give it its own tag#but it's growing#it's been on my mind all day#it was true torture to focus on writing my essay that is due tomorrow instead of this#but now i'm free and can work some more on buck being an absolutely oblivious disaster#911#buddie
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can i make a fic about jellyfish just as long as a fic about plants?
well i'm sure as shit gonna try
#jelly fic#still doesn't have an actual title yet#this one is like tlou with a sprinkling of stardew valley#dance of the moonlight jellies#all these words and there's been mentions of jellies but no actual jellies yet#maybe in another 2k words or so#this one might be out by the weekend#because my weekend plans just fell through bc my partner got the rona again so when i'm not at work i'm stuck at home#wearing a mask at the computer while he is locked in our spare room because i'm showing as negative#tl;dr i have lots of writing time now and i intend to put it to good use#gonna finish jelly fic#gonna work on what the original jelly fic was but now is a fic of its own#gonna work on bus fic part 5#on the road again (there i go)#gonna do some more brainstorming for bthb#just so many things to do#i'll shut up in the tags now though#night night#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fanfiction#joel and ellie#fanfic struggles
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#I'm not back yet but I do have cool things happening in my life that I want to scream about so#here I am for a moment!#so first of all#I paid off my mortgage?? like the whole entire thing???#I just. own my whole entire house outright now. no recurring payments to continue living here.#except property tax and like. other bills but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN#so that was last week#and then THIS WEEK#guess who got a promotionnnnnn#(it's me I did)#got a fancy new title and a raise ayyyy#been dying with work lately so I damn well deserve it too lmao#anywayyyy hi everyone I love you I miss you mean#mine#personal
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I think it says everything you need to know about me as a title maker and writer that my favourite title I've done for Squirrel Punt so far is "Pry Your Heart Open With A Knife"
#Yes#I am already thinking about chapter titles for these guys#I'm planning it as I work on the second draft of quint#I want to be able to write punt as soon as quint is done#This has always been the play#I just didn't expect that I'd be REWRITING quint lmfao#deilight#quintsum#squirrel punt#I have working titles for all of arc 1#And a solid handful of title ideas for following arcs#Because if you haven't noticed yet#Titles are my favourite thing to come up with
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