#I made a draft cause I was in a rush and just forgot about it... dumb-dumb me.

[felixbit]

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pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader w. 2k genre: drama, a mix of fluff + angst summary: you've been in a situationship with hyunjin for almost six months. while he's taking you out, you decide it's time to make or break what you have with the goal of becoming official. warnings: none a/n: i was in a writer's block for like two months, but the album seems to have broken it?? stream ate for good luck (and there will likely not be a part 2 to this)

Six months of back and forth has been driving you crazy.

You'd met a guy that changed your life. He was everything you'd ever wanted: gorgeous, talented, somewhat wealthy, and a kind soul. He was passionate, driven, and everything else that made you want to be his. This was Hyunjin.

The only problem was: Hyunjin struggled with commitment.

He'd take you out on fancy dinners, dates, drop a grand on a shopping trip, but couldn't bring himself to make it official. He sent you flowers, good morning texts, random food orders to your place whenever you mentioned you were hungry over text. But it was 'casual'.

You decided to play his game, give him time to open up. You'd learned that he'd been in a long-term yet rocky relationship that had only ended three months before you met. Of course you wanted to give him time to heal. You wanted him to come to you when he was ready.

He never did. He'd spend all day in your apartment, taking a day off work just to see you. He'd hold you and kiss you until the sun fell and rose again. You would wake up to breakfast in bed served with a side of kisses and little love notes. But, he was instantly avoidant when it came to you asking if he was ready.

So, you were in a weird relationship purgatory. He'd give you everything but a title in his life, and that's all you ever needed with him. The internet seemed to deem it a 'situationship', but it was another label that Hyunjin would likely avoid.

The thought was eating you up inside. Three weeks ago, you drafted up an ultimatum confrontation text to send him. It turned to collecting dust whenever you pasted it into messages and immediately deleted it. Hyunjin was amazing, even with his faults. Could you stand to lose him over wanting to be his?

You sat on the couch that Hyunjin had bought you two months ago, plagued with thoughts about him all morning. He'd been busy almost the entire week, which would throw a wrench into any potential plans. His work was demanding at times and you knew how committed he was to it.

When you finished making breakfast, you ate it while listening to a playlist Hyunjin had sent. He had a good ear for music, especially picking out songs you'd like. He'd started a habit of making you a playlist at the start of every month and you'd listen religiously.

Just as you were finishing up, your phone vibrate and fished it from your pocket. Looking down at the screen, your heart skipped a beat and a smile immediately rushed onto your face.

hyunjin: good morning!!

This was everyday routine. If you didn't wake up to a classic 'good morning' text, you'd get one before the clock ticked over to PM. Sometimes he'd admit he forgot to right when he woke up, but he was pretty good at staying consistent on his timing.

y/n: good morning hyunjinnie :)

That damn nickname. You'd called him a plethora of nicknames since you first started seeing each other, and it was making it infinitely harder to find it casual. The worst part was that he liked them. He encouraged you to use more.

hyunjin: sleep well? y/n: i did, just ate some breakfast hyunjin: yum! y/n: how's your morning been so far hyunjin: perfect now that i'm talking to you

Seeing that text made your heart tug and caused a small outburst on a nearby pillow. It didn't deserve to be hit so many times, but you couldn't contain the cuteness aggression. Also, a little bit of frustration.

y/n: stop itttt!!! making me blush hyunjin: that's my charm y/n: your charm is looking like a cute ferret hyunjin: oh yeah?

Just as you sent the message, you scrolled through your phone for a few photos you had saved of ferrets the night before. Selecting a few and pressing send, the two of you delved into a discussion on his ferret-like looks.

Turns out, he could carry a conversation talking about what animals you both looked like the most for longer than expected. By the time you realized how long you'd been at it, it had almost been half an hour.

y/n: wait. aren't you supposed to be at work by now?? not texting me about ferrets hyunjin: oh yeah, about that hyunjin: i took today off, was thinking we could spend some time together and go out

This was strange, to say the least. Hyunjin was normally quite engrossed in making sure his work was finished. A few months back, you had to convince him to call out of work when he had a high fever and could hardly stand up from his bed.

y/n: what's gotten into you so suddenly hyunjin: what do you mean? y/n: you? hwang hyunjin? calling out of work for me? hyunjin: well of course, why wouldn't i y/n: idk

It took a few tries of writing out variants of 'you're not my boyfriend' before settling on the text you sent. Such official behaviors by a man so scared of labels drove you mad. It was almost perfect, almost.

hyunjin: talk to me y/n: later, okay? hyunjin: how about when i take you out then? y/n: sure

Being so bland over text made a pain swell up in your chest. You wanted to be open and honest with him, but pushing him past his limits had grown to be a massive fear in your mind. The harder part would be figuring out what to say.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to tell him. You'd found Hyunjin to be one of the most understanding people to walk to earth. The last time you'd pushed at all for labels was almost three months ago and you'd given up since.

What was there to say, anyways? 'I want you to be my boyfriend or I'll explode'? It was certainly accurate to how your mind had made it seem. The idea of being exclusive with Hyunjin was exhilarating but terrifying.

hyunjin: can i come get you in an hour? y/n: yes

You turned your phone off and set it face-down, sighing and looking at the ceiling. The uncertainty was building, but you had made a decision: it was time to ask. You couldn't keep dancing around the issue. You had serious feelings for him.

So, you kept checking the time as it grew closer and closer to when Hyunjin would come get you. With thirty minutes left, you were already dressed and finishing getting ready. Your heart raced at the thought of him.

The minutes dragged on, but the time finally came. Feeling a ringing buzz in your pocket, you saw his name and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice came from the other end of the line.

You slightly smiled at the sound of him, but responded. "Hey. Are you outside?"

"Yeah, you can come down now, if you're ready."

"Alright, I'll see you in a minute."

Hanging up the call, you composed yourself to the best of your ability and headed down towards him. The wait as you took the elevator was tense, but the second you stepped out of the building and saw him everything else fell away.

Every time you saw him, it was like the first time all over again. His long, black hair and defined features had your heart in a twist. You approached him with a smile on your face, and one matching on his own. He pulled you into a tight hug, smelling his perfume.

"Hey," He said, his voice muffled into your shirt, "How's your day been?"

You pulled away and smiled at him, taking his hand in your own, "I've been okay, missing you like I always do."

Hyunjin chuckled, reaching his free hand up and stroking your cheek softly. "I've missed you, too. That's really why I called out today."

"You missed me that much?"

"Of course."

Before you could bring anything else up, he was calling you over to his car. He had a cafe he planned on showing you, telling you a bit about it as he began to drive towards it. The whole way, you caught him sneaking glances over at you from the driver's seat.

When he pulled into the parking lot outside of the cafe, he opened your door for you and walked you inside, his fingers laced with yours. He read over the menu with you, pointing out a few things that sounded good to him and a few he thought you'd like.

You picked out an order and he was quick to get to the register, paying for both of you without a second thought. You found a table as he waited and brought you drinks, sitting down right opposite you.

"So," He said with a sigh as he took a sip of his drink, "I was worried about you this morning."

"Worried?" You looked at him slightly puzzled, "What would you have to be worried about?"

"You were just.. distant. I could tell when you suddenly texted differently, and I was scared I said something to upset you."

"Oh." You looked up from your drink at him, seeing the way his eyes gazed back fondly into yours. This was the opportunity, if there ever was any.

You took another long drink and took a breath to stabilize. "Hyunjin, I've been thinking about us. I guess I first have to ask you, what are we?"

Hyunjin frowned slightly and you watched his hands fidget on top of the table. "That's.. not an easy question to answer. You're an amazing person I like to be around all the time. That's all I know."

You felt your heartstrings pull. "Hyunjin, I want more than that. I'm done with just being someone you hang out with and buy all sorts of things. I really like being around you, and I really like you. But I can't keep pretending we're dating in my head when we aren't."

Hyunjin looked at you silently, his expression utterly unreadable. His eyes were slightly widened, and you could only see his uncertainty.

You continued, "I can't do this constant push-and-pull, Jinnie. I want to be yours, and if I can't be that then I need to move on and save my own feelings. I'm sorry."

With that, you set your own hands on the table across from his, looking at him. He sat for almost thirty seconds without speaking, looking down at the table and then back up at you.

"I.. don't really know what to say."

You held your breath, but he continued on after a second of silence. "I've been unfair to you, I know. With my last relationship, I had so many doubts and fears.. I was just so comfortable in having us. I didn't want to worry about labels.

"I never realized that's not really what you wanted. It's not your fault that I didn't. So, don't say sorry. I'm sorry. I can't lie and say it's not a bit scary to say, but I like you too. A lot. So much it made me stupid. So I'll be yours. If you'll have me."

You couldn't contain the smile that spread out onto your face, and his followed. He reached across the table and took your hand in his, and you couldn't help but feel like crying. "Hyunjin.."

"Please be mine. I swear, I'll be a better boyfriend than I was a weird situationship."

You nodded vigorously. "Of course I'll have you," You said through a choked-up laugh, "Do you know how many times I almost introduced you to my friends as my boyfriend?"

He grinned and shrugged. "Well, now you can! I just.. I wanted to take it slow, but I guess I didn't stop to ask you how you were feeling after we first decided that."

You stood up from the table and he did as well, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you for putting up with me," Hyunjin's voice shook slightly, "And letting me be your boyfriend."

You pulled away from the hug and nodded. "Thank you for understanding when I said something. And, you know, being my boyfriend."

Hyunjin snickered softly and pulled you into a kiss. Maybe it wasn't so bad, after all.

[fallingforyouforeverr]

Hey do you think you could do a dating Arthur hill headcannon it’s all good if not hahah x

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥

summary: read request above

authors note: omg anon, i am so sorry that it took me this long, i completely forgot that it was in my drafts oops. i don't really love this as much as the other ones bc it feels quite rushed but i just wanted to finally publish something yk so hopefully you still enjoy!

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-> you're each other's biggest supporters. you help him with music and videos, and are backstage at every show screaming along to the lyrics. if you were also a musician, he would do the same for you, and he would somehow find a way to mention how talented you are in basically every conversation it's actually slightly annoying

-> he would always make sure to be equally as supportive of you though, and would celebrate each of your achievements, however minor it seems

-> arthur values your opinion more than anything else, so you are always the first to hear new video ideas or the lyrics of a song he has been working on

-> he's probably written several love songs about you that he plans never to release. he might show you a few, but most of them are private – just someplace to channel all the love he has for you

-> lisa (his mum) loves you. even before you met her, she felt like she knew you because of how much arthur talked about you.

-> his friends definitely tease you two a lot but they genuinely think your relationship is really sweet and they are all just happy that he found someone who was so clearly made for him

-> arthur would never dare admit it to anyone but you, but he is absolutely a simp for you. he would literally do anything you asked of him with no hesitation, even at his own expense

-> 100% a quality time person

-> you feature in his videos a lot. like all the time. he just wants to be around you as much as possible!

-> dates happen practically everyday, often without any sort of plan and you usually just wander the city together until you find somewhere interesting

-> one of arthur's favourite things to do with you is going to small indie concerts of bands you have never heard of before, more so for the vibes than the actual music

-> your camera roll is full of pictures and videos of him drunk, as you usually have to pick him up after he's been drinking. arthur becomes very clingy when drunk so you receiving a call from george at 2am asking you to pick them up while arthur whines in the background asking where you are has become a frequent occurrence

-> he can also be very clingy even when sober, and this is only amplified whenever he is tired, jealous, or just missing you

-> despite you assuring him of your love several times, jealousy isn't unusual for him as he often feels insecure – especially next to his more popular housemates, which can cause him to doubt your relationship. these feelings never last long tho and his bad mood is normally fixed just through a quick reminder of your love

-> when arthur is a clingy mood he will often just scoop you up without warning and carry you to the nearest comfortable surface to cuddle. he will then proceed to literally lay on top of you so you have no way of running away to whatever you were doing before, not that you mind of course

-> there's never a dull moment when you are with arthur. all of your time together is spent laughing until your cheeks hurt and you can't breathe or just basking in eachothers presence

[satforsatoru]

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞

➪ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐭. 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢

warnings: brief, nondescriptive mention of throwing up

a/n: the end feels a little rushed but i've had in this in my drafts forever

A chest-rattling cough left you, one harsh enough that you collapsed backward onto your bed. You were supposed to be doing homework, but you’d had a virtually unshakeable cold, and it was making everything that much more difficult. 

Between classes, exorcizing curses, and extra work, you’d hardly had the time to recover and it had long since begun to take its toll. The buzzing of your phone broke you from your thoughts and you dug it out of your pocket with a pitiful sniffle. 

You weren’t surprised to see the text from your boyfriend, Megumi, especially since you’d been holed up in your room since classes had gotten out hours ago. His text, though short, radiated concern. 

‘Hey, is everything okay w you? You’ve been locking yourself in your room for the last few days… im getting worried.’

Ordinarily, his attention to you would make you swoon, but making him worry was the opposite of what you wanted. What you actually wanted was for your cold to go away quietly without anyone noticing. 

You were busy, but you couldn’t imagine that it compared to what Megumi faced, and you hated the idea of adding another thing to his plate when it was such a minuscule matter.

You quickly typed back a lame excuse about homework and how busy you were before tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. As you curled up with a soft wheeze, you rolled your eyes at the notion of studying. 

At this rate, nothing was getting done until tomorrow, most likely. You let your eyes close, hoping that when you awoke, you’d be feeling better. 

+

You shot up, wide awake before you could even process the act of waking up. Soft knocking cut through your daze, and you blinked, confused for a new reason. “Yn? Can I come in?” Megumi. Shaking your head to further orient yourself, you responded. “Come in!” 

As the door instantly realized that shaking your head had only made you more dizzy, but you didn’t have time to dwell on that now that your lover was already walking up to you. 

“Yn? I brought you some snacks and stuff… you’ve been really busy and I don’t remember you getting dinner,” Megumi murmured, holding out an adorable basket of fruits, crackers, a blanket, and face masks. 

You momentarily forgot your illness and quickly stood up to throw your arms around the ravenette’s neck. “You’re too sweet, love, I really appreciate it,” You grinned, leaning into him. Without even seeing his face, you knew that his cheeks were tinted pink as he held you close, but it only made him more endearing.

“It’s nothing,” he smiled, pulling away, “what are you working on?” You accepted the basket and turned to gesture to your (forgotten) work when it hit you. 

A wave of nausea washed over you, causing your head to spin and your stomach to churn. “Yn? Are you-” Before Megumi could even finish, you were stumbling over to your trashcan, bile rising quickly in your throat. 

You hardly made it in time, dropping to your knees just as you began to heave. Footsteps echoed behind you and then hands were holding back your hair and rubbing your back. 

“Shit, you’re okay, just breathe, love,” Megumi whispered, fear seeping into his voice. After what felt like an eternity the ordeal was over and you slumped backward into your boyfriend’s waiting arms. He tucked you into his chest and gently wiped your face with a tissue.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me, yeah?” He soothed, caressing your cheek, but his face turned stricken. “You’re burning up… have you been sick?” 

You averted your gaze, shame burning through you at not only throwing up in front of Megumi but also how quickly he saw right through you. “Just a little under the weather,” You mumbled, “I’m sorry you had to see that,” You added quietly.

Megumi scoffed, but not unkindly. “You should’ve told me, love. Have you taken anything? Well, I guess you haven’t since you haven’t even eaten,” He answered himself, looking right through you. “How long have you been feeling like this?” He asked suspiciously. 

You hesitated, but his eyes narrowed and you knew that there was no point in lying. “About a week,” You revealed. “That long-! Yn, why didn’t you say anything?” Megumi rushed, conflicted about what to do. 

“It’s just… everyone’s busy and has stuff to worry about, y’know? I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate. It really isn’t that big of a deal, I promise,” You insisted. 

“‘Not a big deal’?” Megumi echoed, frowning deeply, “Yn, you just threw up after being sick for a week. You don’t have to hide this stuff, especially not from me, okay? I don’t want you to be suffering all by yourself.” 

Not giving you a chance to make another excuse, he easily moved you to your bed and carefully laid you down. Guilt began to sit in your stomach like a pit as you watched Megumi mutter under his breath, no doubt creating a plan to help you.

“I don’t want to lecture you, especially not when you’re feeling like this, but… I don’t want you to think for a second that you’re just ‘another thing on my plate’,” Megumi started, lithe fingers caressing your cheek, “you’re my priority, always, I want to help you as much as I possibly can because I truly care about you, more than you can possibly understand,” He finished, leaning closer to you. 

You felt your cheeks warm and you nodded in understanding. “Sorry for disappearing on you,” You murmured. Still, Megumi looked somewhat relieved as he brushed a cool hand across your forehead. 

“I’m just glad I know now… stay put, I’m going to grab a couple things,” He mumbled, already heading toward the door. As much as you felt slightly guilty to derail his day, you couldn’t deny that it was nice to have him take care of you. 

A couple of minutes passed, and you felt your eyelids begin to grow heavy and you were losing the battle against sleep. 

Just when you were about to truly give in to your exhaustion, a damp, cool towel was placed on your forehead. Your eyes blinked open, meeting familiar ones. “Feel good?” He questioned quietly. You nodded, lost in a deep yawn. 

“I brought some medicine for you to take, and then you can get some rest, okay?” Megumi decided, opening a small pill bottle. You sighed but relented and accepted the large-ish capsule and the glass of juice with a small ‘thanks’.

You quickly downed them both, but you couldn’t stop yourself from making a face at the gross aftertaste, to which Megumi let out a quiet laugh. “Not too much,” You huffed, but pulled him by the arm, contradicting your words. 

“Want me to stay while you rest?” He asked, sitting beside you on the bed. A resounding ‘yes’ rested on the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t want to essentially trap him here, especially if he had other tasks to attend to. 

“I don’t mind, I’m kind of tired myself,” He added reassuringly. You pursed your lips, but when the back of his hand carefully caressed your cheek, the rest of your resolve crumbled. “If you insist,” You grinned.

The ravenette rolled his eyes, but joined you beneath the covers, nonetheless. For a few seconds, the two of you maneuvered around until you were comfortably tucked away in his chest. 

Megumi’s lips pressed against your forehead for a long moment and he held you closer to himself. “You’re important to me, okay? I want to be the first person you come to when things happen,” He whispered. 

You finally felt yourself truly relax now that you were right where you belonged. You managed a whispered ‘I love you’ before you succumbed to your exhaustion.

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[smooth-perceval]

Angsty lando pleaseeeeee

This is my first rq omg, sorry it was rushed I have like 7 drafts and I’m trying to clear them out 🥲🫶🏼❤️

Surrender

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was only trying to console Lando, Lando throws a hissy fit- and some truths are spilled. The ‘argument’ being quickly extinguished.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, very annoyed reader+Lando, fluff ending

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,397

A/N: I cannot see Lando being mean- so it was kinda weird to write 😂 Sarcastic asf? Yes! Mean- it seems so odd but I hope I done okay ❤️

Wether Lando was annoyed or not- I shouldn’t have recieved the back end of it.

I only asked a simple “you okay?” And I got back. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before storming back over to the car hopping back in and out on track.

Debating wether to go back to the drivers room or stay - I finally decided that going back to the drivers room was my best option. I felt embarrassed- after 4 people asked me if I was okay, I felt to upset and awkward to be around them.

My face was Ferrari red- no joke, shuffling my way back to the drivers room, I sat in pure silence. Did I really say anything bad? Did I actually annoy him and it wasn’t the car? Questioning my intentions for the next 10 minutes or so is all I did. Before I came to the perfect idea and decided to just leave in general, go back to the hotel and dwell on it all there.

While I had the chance to run I did. Straight back to our hotel and straight into the shower, a day washed away once again. I made quick effort to change into a simple shorts pyjama set, lounging out on the small sofa they had in the room.

—

My phone re-woke me. Grabbing ahold and answering, only to realise who it was when the angry voice spoke down the line.

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Back at the hotel?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you! Nobody knew! You didn’t tell me!!” Rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping me. I tutted at him climbing off the sofa and into the bed.

“I fell asleep and forgot to message sorry-”

“I’m nearly at the hotel.” And with that he hung up, here I anxiously sat. I get the annoyance but he was the reason I left in the first place.

Sighing I mentally prepared myself for the lecture I was about to withstand. And truthfully I couldn’t be asked for it.

“Y/N.” The door unlocked and he barged in.

“Seriously- what the hell is going on with you? I needed you at the pits today.” Frowning he stormed off into the bathroom.

“Errr- No, you told me to ‘leave you the fuck alone’ so I did.” Leaning over the bed I put my phone on charge.

“Just cause I said it, didn’t mean I meant it.” Tutting I hear him switch on the shower waiting around for it to warm up, he walked back out facing me.

“Wether you meant it or not Lando. I didn’t deserve it.”

“Well who else am I supposed to let my anger out on.” Throwing his hands up in the air like it’s the most problematic thing in his life at the moment.

“You can vent to me any day- you know that. But I won’t take rudeness.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude!” Shaking his head laughing to himself he went back into the bathroom slamming the door.

“There you go again. Just because your cars shit! Don’t take it out on me.” Laying back on the bed with a groan I stared up at the ceiling.

What a dick.

“My car is not shit-” glancing over at him now standing back outside the bathroom door, he looked so pissed off- but why is it okay for him to say stuff and not me.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

“What made you even bring that up? We wasn’t talking about that.”

“The whole reason for your sour mood is that car.”

“Can’t a guy just have a bad day.” Pulling his hoodie off throwing it on the floor.

“There’s a bad day and then a bad weekend. And you’ve been an asshole to me this whole weekend. If it’s not the car then what? Is it me?” Raising my eyebrows at him I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your talking stupid again.” And once again he stormed into the bathroom, stripping down to his underwear.

“Then what is it?- I’m not a mind-reader Lando! I can’t help unless you tell me what’s pissed you off.”

“Your not listening! Nothing has pissed me off, fucking hell.” I could’ve got whiplash the amount of times he has stormed in and out that bathroom.

The hot and cold was pissing me off- and before I knew it, all the calmness washed away from me- and all the built up annoyance and anger reeled out.

“You are so frustrating- do you understand that.” Furrowing my brows I stood up, gesturing my hands in front of me.

“One minute it’s ‘can’t a guy have a bad day’ then it’s ‘I’m not pissed off’ or it’s ‘I needed you in the garage today’ but your not pissed off right? So why did you need me. Do you understand how fucking childish your being.” Chest rising and falling, we both stared at each other in silence.

“And while I’m getting everything off my chest for once- your car is shit! Man up and tell the team, don’t drive a shit car and then get annoyed at me for asking a simple question. I didn’t build the stupid car, I don’t drive it- I have no involvement!” Turning around grabbing a pillow off the bed I stomped towards the sofa. “Stupid fucking thing it is.” Mumbling to myself while shaking my head.

“Because I have human decency, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But don’t you dare speak to me unless your going to apologise for being a absolute prick.” Throwing the pillow down on the sofa, I went to the wardrobe pulling out the spare duvet, throwing that on the sofa also.

“What- why you sleeping on the sofa…”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology.” With a loud huff he disappeared once again.

When I turned around Lando had retreated back to the bathroom. It’s strange, lecturing someone tires you out, I flopped back onto the sofa, sighing to myself. Was I too harsh…? Yeah- maybe I should apologise…

Before I even thought about what to say I had dozed back off again, not even wanting to face Lando truthfully right now, I’ll only say more things I don’t mean.

—

“Baby…” rocking me gently, I was woken from my slumber. It was pitch black, I just about made out Lando’s face.

“You awake…?” Even though it was just us two, he still whispered. Humming in response, I rolled over facing the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry…” pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder, rubbing it gently, he then leant his head against my back. “I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you… your right about absolutely everything.” Followed by another soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Even about the car being shit??…” smiling to myself, I turned back over slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“That’s the reason I’m so annoyed-” slowly he squeezed himself on the sofa, pulling me half on-top of him. “Your right- I should man up and tell them, not just keep allowing them to fuck up…” brushing my hand over his cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder listening to him vent.

“I just have had enough… I’ve had enough of feeling like a failure every race- because the cars so terrible…” sighing, he fiddled with my hand. “I love you- and that scares me…” smiling wide, I moved his head turning it towards me.

“You love me?”

“So fucking much.” Pulling him in slowly, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your not a failure, your absolutely wonderful…” a small smile crept on his face at my compliment.

“Your going to tell them what you really think about that car, your also going to give it your all the rest of this season, because you don’t give up.”

“Your also going to start understanding, I’m on your side always… no matter what, I’m battling from your corner. Because I love you, always have and always will.”

Smiling at me, he pulled me down slowly brushing his lips against mine, “does this mean I get some lovin’?” Laughing, I smacked his chest climbing over him standing up.

“You really are lucky I love you.”

“I know I bless myself everyday.” Standing up he placed his hands on my waist kissing me again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

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[dreamtydraw]

GAME ANNOUNCEMENT,

APPLE BAG EXTENDED DEMO IS GETTING DELAYED.

Hi ! I need to do a little check regarding the development of the game. I originally planned to release the extend demo October 31 for yuri game jam, halloween but also the 1 year anniversary of the demo.

Why did it got delayed then ?

Simple : health reason.

No need to worry too much but apple bag is indeed getting delayed because of my health. I'm a person who's constantly anxious and this has physical repercussion on my body which is not ideal since i write, program and draw for this game. To not cause further stress in my daily life ( since my school does it enough for me ) I'm delaying the date release to not suffer from production stress but also be sure nothing gets rushed for the update. I really wish I could have done it for the anniversary but I have to accept that stuff happen.

Worry not the game is still in active production, it just pass on the second plan in regard of my other obligations. As of right now here are all the current updates of production

-Made 3 new illustrations

-Gave all the characters new sprites + additional characters

-Casted secondary character va

-Rewrote the current demo + wrote the first draft of Aissata's day 2 and 3 events.

-Fixed the french gui problem of the current demo.

-The game's gui is being changed by someone who know better about game design than I do...

I haven't forgot the dtiys ! I need some time but i'll be making a post to announce the winner soon. That all the news I can offer as of now. Thank you for supporting the game or simply supporting me. I appreciate all the nice art and words I have received regarding the characters, it means a lot.

Wishing everyone a good day, and if you don't even know what apple bag is, here is a link for you to go play it !

[solomons-poison]

Neighbor!Theo

A/N: I completely forgot I had wanted to include some Ikemen Series characters into my neighbor!AU series... I hope this isn't too OOC for Theo. I was gonna write him a little mean but just couldn't do it, he's a secret softie. Been in my drafts forever whoops. Enjoy 💙

Warnings: spicy but not explicit, GN reader, classic bully Theo initially, jealous Theo hehe

Masterlist

Neighbor!Theo that, you're fairly certain, hates your guts. Not that he ever said so in so many words, and you're not sure what you could have done to cause this. But his permanent scowl when you pass him in the hall and the way he doesn't give you the time of day certainly gives you that impression. So the first time he does talk to you, you're so flabbergasted about it you can't even comprehend what he asked, earning you a "Oi, hondje!" and leaving you utterly mortified.

Neighbor!Theo that thinks you're stupid after that whole fiasco — at least, thats what you've convinced yourself. So you do your best to avoid him to prevent any more embarrassing scenes, even turning to go back down the hall when he's coming from the other direction, practically running from him. In your flustered state and rush to get away, you miss the way his eyebrows furrow and lips tug down into a frown as he watches your escape, wondering what he's done to scare you that badly.

Neighbor!Theo that awkwardly stands at your doorstep now, having a silent debate with himself about how to approach you, wondering why you run from him all the time. He doesn't hate you, in fact he thinks you're pretty cute. He knows he has the social skills of a wild boar and an award-winning resting bitch face, but he hasn't been that bad... has he? When you finally answer your door, he's too distracted by finally seeing your face up close to say anything at first, leaving you to freeze up like a cornered rabbit until he finally breaks the ice and you both explain yourselves.

Neighbor!Theo that can't help but feel bad about the poor (or lack of) communication. So once everything was straightened out and it was made clear that he doesn't hate you, although he does think you're a bit of a fool (affectionate), he invites you to his brother Vincent's gallery opening to start the relationship fresh. Desperate to move on and give a better impression, you agree and he comes to your door to pick you up on the set date.

Neighbor!Theo that can't help but enjoy your reactions to the art he shows you. Not everyone can have an eye for art, but the way your face lights up and your gaze gets wistful gives him hope, and it reminds him of his younger years seeing Vincent's art. He keeps it in mind to take you to art museums for future dates, provided he hasn't scared you off before then. The gallery is also where you share your first kiss.

Neighbor!Theo that slightly regrets introducing you to his brother after he discovers how well you two get along. Not that he doesn't want his brother to have more friends, and he doesn't mind sharing friends with Vincent either. But if there's anyone he can't say no to, it's Vincent. And while he usually considers himself a confident man, he can't help but feel some jealousy creep up on him at the thought of you liking Vincent as more than a friend.

Neighbor!Theo that tries to ignore the growing jealousy, but just can't help it as he watches you and Vincent quickly grow to be close friends. He's never been able to say no to his brother, and if being with you is what makes Vincent happy, he's ready to deal with whatever happens. However, unbeknownst to him, you've gone to Vincent for help with getting closer to Theo instead, turning him into an accidental wingman.

Neighbor!Theo that finally confronts you about your secret meetings with his brother. Not that he thinks you or his brother are capable of going behind his back, but he still worries regardless. The relief is practically palpable when you come clean, quickly followed by pink cheeks and flustered look as he realizes his feelings are being returned.

Neighbor!Theo that seems grumpy for the rest of the night, but his relief and happiness are all evident in the series of kisses he gives you afterwards. But don't be fooled or think you're off the hook as his kisses get more passionate by the second, eager to show you the true brunt of his feelings finally.

Neighbor!Theo that makes sure to spend the entire night engraving him and his love into your mind and moreso your body, giving you all the pleasure you can handle and more to make sure he’s the only thing that occupies your mind. Despite his rough demeanor, his love shows in every way so you never have to doubt how he cares for you.

This turned into more of a sectioned fic than headcanons but 🤷‍♀️ I love my mean sweethearts, I had to give Theo some love ❤️ Comments and reblogs appreciated!

[psychangels]

Could we have some Peppermint and Korsica? I love the idea of Peppermint just admiring Korsica. Like maybe the security boss is occupied with something else, so Peppermint can kinda stare at her. She didn’t mean to stare, she just kinda started looking at Korscia’s robotic implants on her arms, then her scars, and then it all just meshes into admiring Korsica. Idk if they’re together or not, that part can be up to you and how it ends. If they’re together this could end in a cheesy fest of kisses and Korsica sorta teasing Peppermint about it. If they’re not, this could end with Peppermint looking away, still yearning to know every part of the other woman. Again, that ending and if they’re together or not can be up to you. I just want the premise of Peppermint staring at her crush hehe.

you sure can!

Peppermint looks over at Korsica. She's doing something on her laptop. There's a small frown on her face, like there always is when she's focusing on something or lost in thought.

Her flexing her fingers, causing her arm stabilizers to shift, catches Peppermint's eye. She's reminded of her plans to make her some new ones. The ones Korsia's had since what happened on the LIFT seem to work fine, but they were made in a rush with what little materials they had at the time. They've already needed repairs quite a few times. Peppermint thought it'd be nice to surprise her with a new pair. Of course, with how busy she is, she never actually had the time to start working on any, and eventually just sort of forgot.

She could start right now.

Instead, she lets her gaze wander.

Her eyes trail up her arms. She can't help but think about how strong Korsica is. Her face starts to feel warm.

Peppermint's eyes eventually find their way up to her chest. The implant there glows a soft blue. The scarring under and around it are lit up by it. It also illuminates a bit of her cleavage that's visible due to the low cut, v-neck of her shirt. Peppermint bites the inside of her cheek. Now her face is very warm.

Eventually, she tears her eyes away to look at her face again. Right as she does, Korsica glances over at her.

When their eyes meet, Peppermint's widen. She quickly turns away.

For the thousandth time, she's left yearning for more. Hoping that Korsica didn't notice her staring. Wishing she could without feeling like she'll ruin everything.

Shaking herself, Peppermint decides to get started on drafting a design for those new stabilizers.

[thatcringewh0re]

Copied and pasted this straight from the notes app this was my kinda rough drafted fanfics that I never got around to fully writing and rather than make everyone wait a full year for these to come out, why not give you what my silly brain had out already(I'm writing this at 3am be patient)

Casual was a Jim x Toby fanfic. I got this idea mainly from my friend, and it takes place in RotT(the only thing they have fully watched of Tales of Arcadia because I made them.) In the end scene we all love and hate, and us a mainly Toby pov story

Toby is dying, he used the (forgot the name for the weird machine) to stop Bellrocs magic so Jim could take them down once and for all but he couldn't get out in time. Jim is rushing over to Toby's dying body, crying, screaming, doing anything to try and save his friend. Toby stopped him, grabbing his hand and smiled weakly, starting to say how much he loved all these adventures with Jim, how he loved spending time with him, how he loved him..His last words were if he could ever go back in time, the only thing he would change is confessing to Jim sooner.

Than it switches to Jim's pov

He reset the timeline, waking up in bed and taking the magazine off his face, instantly rushing down to see Toby outside clipping on his helmet, he looked a little confused on why Jim was so frazzled but his focus instantly shifted as Jim rushed to Toby and kissed him

The Note was an idea I came up with myself cause I rewatched the eps and thought it was a cute idea, it's focused both on Jim and Toby and not as sad as the last one.

Jim was at his desk writing notes, he was going to die in a few days, Draal was terrifying there was no way he was going to be able to take that troll on..He was stuck on notes for Toby currently, having so many things he wanted to tell his best friend. He sighed and mindlessly wrote his feelings down onto the blank paper, it started out soft first than quickly swapped to a loving and caring note, to loving..Jim sighed and was about to throw it out but set it to the side and wrote another one..

Toby was standing outside the arena, Blinky was holding him back from helping Jim..Gods(use funny Blinky word to be nerd) it all looked so bad. Toby, despite saying he fully believed in Jim, opened the note to distract himself, to know what Jim's dying words would be to him.

Toby was blushing brightly as he read the note, seeing Jim's true feelings. He was honestly convinced he got the wrong note till he saw 'I love you Toby, I have since I we were kids'

Jim's fight was a success! He won the fight against Draal and spared him unknowingly ruining his reputation, but for now Jim was focused on Toby, he was acting strange more nervous and a little giddy even but still timid around Jim, Toby wrote it off as just being proud of Jim for winning the fight, Jim asked if Toby ever opened the notes or was tempted to but Toby replied with "Of course not dude! I always believed you could get through that fight!" Which was a lie

[mylittlesecrethaven]

My Anxiety And Depression Growing Up

Ah.

Forgot this was in my drafts.

Oh well

Here we go I guess.

(it's literally a story of my middle school like, so don't read this if you ain't for that)

I spent most of my early life thinking that the way I felt was normal.

Y'know, everybody wants to hurt themselves and kill themselves and everyone always feels like the world is crumbling around them and trying to squash them like a bug and like nothing's going the way it should.

Yeah, apparently a lot of people don't feel like that?

At least at my age they didn't.

I never told my parents about this cause I'm an only child and if there was anything "wrong" with me, it was quickly beat out of me.

(my dad's pretty hard southern, so.... belts were commonplace around my house. Maybe that's why I never told my dad shit growing up)

Anyway, I had some rough times in junior high because I was pretty childish and all my friends thought I was acting too immature to hang out with me.

So I started 6th grade with all my friends turning from friends to bullies really fast.

And I don't think that helped with how I felt about myself.

I turned to writing dark stories and poems, which got me into a shit ton of trouble with my teachers cause one of my stories got found by another kid and it scared the shit out of them apparently.

Then I had some rough times in a class I hated but had to take cause a new kid came along and he started bullying me for shit, and I was trying to find a friend group to fit into, but there was this "war of the gays" going on at my school which made it impossible for anybody to ever want me near them.

(I'm not even joking about that, btw. My first middle school was kinda in the city, so everyone was pretty open about being gay, but then this war started between groups where they accused other groups of not actually being gay and everyone hated each other? And there were some people who weren't gay but had to say they were gay to be able to keep their friends. It was a whole mess and I couldn't keep any friends cause of it)

Anyway, one day during my dance class (cause I had to take either athletics, dance, or colorguard and the dance class was the only one left with open spots) in the locker room, I got this really weird.... feeling? sensation?.... idk what to call it, maybe an impulse, and I pulled out my mini stapler that I carried around and stapled my hand.

And it didn't really hurt, but it did cause an adrenaline rush. I pulled the staple out and I was fine, it didn't cause any damage besides the two tiny holes. The problem was that I couldn't keep my mouth fucking shut and I was showing it off for some reason?

Anyway, the school found out and that paired with the story got me a trip to the councilor's office and a meeting with my mom. They referred me to a child therapist and.... well..... I guess other stuff happened that also affected my school moving....

Basically, a family friend that I went to school with told the councilors a secret that was supposed to stay within my family, and then the councilors didn't tell my parents when they called CPS about it, got a case filed, and that was a whole thing.

But yeah, I moved middle schools and got a therapist. The first therapist was great. She was there to help with my depression and anxiety cause she was the first person to actually help me understand what was going on and help me explain that to my parents.

But.... she was too expensive, so I had to change therapists. After the CPS case, I had to have a therapist, but this one didn't help with my depression and anxiety at all. She was just there to help me with that event I mentioned earlier.

This event is something I don't like talking about cause it influenced my early life really badly. I couldn't keep my mouth shut about it when I was younger, and that really fucked up my life.

Anyway, we focused on that, but I really didn't want to talk about it cause I was uncomfortable even mentioning it. Honestly, going to therapy just to talk about the event made me really upset and it made it hard for me to want to interact with anybody at my new school.

(this new school was very southern btw and I was very openly gay at my school, so maybe that didn't help)

I also didn't like this therapist cause she made me do things I hated. I had to write a full fucking story over what happened in that event and read it out loud to my mom, and the therapist told my mom everything even when I asked her not to, so I just stopped telling her what was going on in my life and she didn't seem to care.

Anyway, after therapy was over, I went back to a semi-normal life. I learned to bottle up my feelings and I started becoming very dependent on friends, in the sense that I needed friends and I'd follow them like a puppy dog and do whatever they wanted just so that we could stay friends.

Nowadays, I'm pretty ok I guess. My depression and anxiety may be worse now than it ever was, but that's ok. I just keep that shit to myself and maybe spill shit on Tumblr.

But yeah, that's pretty much my story I guess.

Therapists made me distrust other therapists and councilors, so I learned to hide my depression and anxiety and live with what happened when it all comes spilling over.

(also, when I was having suicidal thoughts when I was younger, my mom would call me selfish? and that didn't really help with anything)

So yeah.

Sorry about the long post.

[samaelsphinx]

As asked by @andygods , here goes a preview to one fanfiction I'm working right now.

Actually, it's a whole scene.

Any suggestion is welcomed.

WARNING: Despite being students, every character here is depict as being of legal age. Consider them to have their appearances about the 6th season, when ALL the actors were actually of legal age.

TAGS: Stiles/Everyone, Nogitsune/Everyone, Blow Jobs, Facials, Lipstick & Lip Gloss, Cock Slut Stiles Stilinski, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Face-Fucking, Liam Dunbar Has a Big Dick + more to come as I add to the draft.

When Stiles invited his and Scott's buddy, Liam, to a sleepover, he had less studying in mind than he had first suggested to his father. 

It had nothing to do with studies. 

They played for some time, they eat some junk food, they watched half a movie. Half a movie, cause as Stiles grew more and more bored with the movie, he started to go down - having Liam laying on his bed for the movie - passing through Liam's chest and abs, getting into his crotch, pulling the wolf's pajama down, letting the biggest cock in the pack flop out, smacking back against Liam's body. Stiles' eyes followed the whole movement. The human drooled over the beta's exposed abs as Stiles went down, searching for what was the main reason for beginning that sleepover: Liam's thick, 11-inch cock. Stiles grabbed it, feeling the thick pole pulsating in his hand. His warm breath over the cock made Liam grunt and hum, pleased as lust ran through the course of his body. Amazing how Liam was probably the shortest in the pack, but had the biggest cock among the men. 'Inches only matter below the belt', Stiles read once somewhere.

"I wish Scotty was here." Stiles muttered with a barely hidden note of jealousy. Scott was with Allison at that moment, even though their sleepovers were a tradition by then. The true alpha and the beta would sleep by so they, among other funny things, let Stiles blow them and, if they're lucky enough to sleep when the sheriff wasn't by, both wolves would get to plow the human into a cock slut mess. The tradition started with just Scott and Stiles, but soon came to welcome Liam. Occasionally, Isaac was there with them. 

Liam stopped paying attention to the movie, instead looking down at Stiles, who gave a tentative lick through the length. "Holy-" Stiles shushed him by swallowing him whole, cutting the air from Liam's lungs. Stiles swallowed him deep without much difficulty. Liam could be much bigger than the average, but Stiles has time and experience with the beta's massive cock, so much that Stiles could easily engulf more of the cock, effectively going for the root. At that point, Stiles' was stretched enough by the thickness that his tongue remained inside his mouth, pressing against Liam's full-of-vein girth. Stiles gagged and coughed, of course, but he had mastered the art already that those came naturally, more to make Liam hornier than worry him - like they did in the beginning. 

With his mouth stretched around the girth, lips pressing against the base of Liam's cock, Stiles looked up, gazing directly at Liam, who was looking back at him. Deep down in his throat, against the invading cock, Stiles hummed lowly. The vibrations were enough to make Liam throw back his head against the pillow, moaning out as his eyes rolled deep inside their cavities. Stiles found that to be the right moment to pull his head back, slowly grazing his lips and teeth against Liam's skin, leaving a trail of spit against the drenched member. Going back to the tip, Stiles popped it out of his mouth audibly. "I almost forgot."

Much to Liam's despair, Stiles left his cock alone for several minutes that seemed like hours. It was the time necessary for Stiles to get out of bed, rush to his desk drawer and fidget with something. When he finally climbed back on the bed, eagerly holding Liam's more-than-impressive dick with both hands, ready to get that monster back into his eager mouth, Liam saw a bright red tinting Stiles lips in a rushed lipstick makeover he made. "Again..." Liam began, breathless as Stiles started to swallow him once more. "Why do you do this?"

Stiles, annoyed, rolled his eyes, popping the cock out of his mouth again. Now, he used the time to jerk the beta off in solid, slow strokes. "It's my signature mark." Stiles swallowed him again, now not losing time to bob his head, hoping the mind-blowing blowjob would get Liam quiet. "Like-hmmm... You're marking your territory?" Liam moaned, throwing his head back. These were the last words he would formulate for a while. Stiles stopped the job for a second, only to answer "Something like that" before diving back, more furious than ever. 

With experience and ability, he bobbed his head lower and faster, allowing Liam's hips with his quick thrusts to fuck up against the back of his throat. Being face-fucked by that monstercock would leave a harsher voice than just deepthroating it, but Stiles couldn't care much. 

Quickly, spit, cum, and lipstick started to mix, smudging the length of Liam's cock. At the same time, the violent gagging Stiles was enduring for Liam, alongside the snap of the beta's hips against Stiles' chin and Liam's chorus of moans, all mixed. The conjunction of sounds only made Stiles go faster and deeper, more determined in his initial intent. 

"Oh- fuck - Stiles - I'm gonna... any minute-!" Liam warned late, but Stiles was already used to it. Fast, the human pressed his lipstick-stained lips to the cock's girth, leaving a bright red ring around it. Then, popping off the huge dick off his mouth, Stiles furiously jerked it off with both hands. A trembling Liam's moans later and the cock pulsated once more within Stiles' hand, except now they're shooting powerful streams of cum. Stiles always admired how wolves could cum like hoses. Liam's first jet flew right onto his chin, then the next one on his hard chest, right on his nipple, and his abs. The last ones, less potent, covered Stiles's hand, and Liam's crotch. It wasn't mild cum, either. It had a strong scent and a thick consistency. 

Happily, Stiles licked his hand. Watching as Liam tried to clean the mess, Stiles stopped him with a quick shush. "Wait there, buddy. Gonna get my camera. I need a photo of this. Then, I'm gonna lick it."

[confusedhomicidalrage]

OKAY LAST ONE…maybe

BUTTTTTTT…

how would the kids react to walking in on lawrence/fipsy crying?

I'm dying. I'm so sorry this came so late, I saved it in my drafts and forgot About it until now 😭

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Isaac Chroner

Let's all be honest, he wouldn't know what to do! He sucks at comforting, as when children in the cult would start crying, he'd tell them to shut up and suck it up. So he would probably slowly approach them and try to rub their back and ask what's wrong. He'll probably just listen and not give any advice, so it's great for when you just need to get it out of your system without being interrupted.

Malachai Boardman

Who made them cry, he'll want to..."speak", with that person. Super protective and will try to eliminate whatever made them cry, but will also listen if they just wanna rant. Maybe a few tiny comments here and there, but he'll try to keep his mouth shut and listen to them vent their heart out.

Eli Porter

He would immediately rush over to them to comfort them. He'd slip himself into their arms and cling onto them, asking them what's wrong and trying to do his best to understand what the problem is. He'd even purr a little to soothe their nerves, and traces little patterns on their arms.

Joshua Porter

Immediately worried. He'd quickly take them into his arms and not even ask the problem, just let them cry their eyes out until they can't. Then, he'd ask what's wrong, since now they would be able to speak somewhat clearly without choking on sobs. After they vented, he'd try to give advice if asked, if not, he'd just try to soothe them.

Micah

Super concerned. Quietly and carefully he'd approach them, trying not to startle them. He'd probably very softly ask what's wrong and why they're crying, and would attempt to wipe their tears. Definitely would let them rest their head in his lap as they talk about their problems.

Sarah

Worried little girl. She'd gasp at seeing them cry and gently touch their shoulder to get them to notice her. Would act as a teddy, letting them hug her and cry into her shoulder about just everything that's horrible to them. She'll stay silent and just try to help comfort them with her presence.

Joseph

He's not sure how to comfort them. Growing up, he barely got comforted, so he's uncertain how to comfort people. But, he'd try his best. From awkwardly rubbing their back or asking if they're okay, to just bawling with them. He'd just try to get them to stop crying, or cry with them. One or the other.

Job

He'd be horrified! He doesn't want to see a person he loves cry! He'll quickly run up to them and try to wipe their tears, and get them to tell him what made them upset. He'll even suggest napping or doing other fun activities to help calm them down and make them stop crying.

Josiah Nock

Therapist. He'd literally sit them down, grab a clipboard and ask for them to explain why they're feeling how they're feeling. Writing down everything they say, and giving genuinely good advice. However, the moment they tell him who, or what, hurt them, he'd remember that greatly. Once they calmed down, he'd do anything in his (vast amount of) power to make sure they won't get hurt by that specific "issue" again.

Mordecai

Would get extra affectionate. He'd immediately jump on them and cuddle them, kissing their cheeks and forehead and practically anything, trying to get them to smile and giggle. If it doesn't work, he'll ask them to tell him about anything they wanna talk about, WHILE he's showering them in love.

Abel

Very confused. Why are they crying? What happened? He'd start asking question after question. Then, he'd probably try to play with them to help distract and calm them down. Or he'll start playing with their hair, and gently bite them. He just wants to distract them from whatever is causing them pain.

[differenceenginegirl]

So, as I am aiming to try and get most of a first draft completed this year, given I now have a stable schedule mostly, I'm going to try and start posting more about my book-to-be. Feel free to drop in asks at any time about anything to do with it, it'll help keep me motivated!

To kick it all off, a snippet! (Mostly under the cut)

Afore the Battle, Saint Michael hardened his heart against the Evil wearing the face of his Brother, and led the Armies of Heaven against the Evil that had taken root in the Hearts of their Brothers and Sisters. During the Battle, many fell, and Saint Michael was struck a dire wound. He had enough strength to cast the Serpent Down, but was exhausted by this final effort and lies in repose until he shall return to lead the Armies of Heaven against his mortal foe, the Dragon, when the Heavens and the Earth shall be a Battleground of Fire and Flame as the two sides meet once more for the Final War.

- Pseudepigrapha of John of Patmos, 19:6-10

Michael made sure he was clean and dressed in a fresh tunic before going to confront his Father. Whatever the outcome, he had decided this would be the last time he did so, so all his arguments would be aired before he left his Father's quarters.

He squared his shoulders, straightened his spine, and knocked on his Father's door.

"Enter." Came His booming voice, unimpeded by the closed door.

Michael obeyed, closing the door behind himself and standing straight and proud before Him.

"Hello, Father."

He was clearly unimpressed by Michael's presence, setting down His pen and staring him down. "Michael. What do you want?"

"I wish to discuss Haylael, and I will not be turned away this time. I don't see why he should be banished for eternity for wanting a proper answer to a single question."

His Father's jaw twitched, and outside, thunder cracked. "You dare question Me? Even after what happened to your twin?"

"I do. Now answer me, I will not leave until You have done so." Despite the stirrings of fear in his belly, he stood strong, not letting any of it show on his face.

"You claim he just asked a question. He caused the deaths of a number of My children, your siblings, and you still think banishment is unfair?"

"None of those who died did so at his hand, or at the hands of his supporters. And none would have died if You had not given me and the Host weapons capable of it!" A little of his anger started to peek through, unable to hold it entirely back.

"So it is My fault they died? I would not have had to take such action if he had not started a battle!" Thunder cracked again, the skies outside matching the stormy expression on His face.

"And he wouldn't have done so if You had listened to him and given him more of an answer! He had tried all other methods of drawing Your attention and still You ignored him!"

"I offered him mercy!"

"You offered to show him the basest level of that if he bowed his knee and forgot the entire reason for the Battle!"

His Father's face grew more and more thunderous as Michael continued to press every point he argued. He glared at him, and suddenly Michael could no longer move.

"ENOUGH!!! If you love that disgrace more than you do Me, you can join him Below!" their Father bellowed, rage emanating from Him as Michael stood frozen before Him.

The ground opened up beneath him, and, paralysed, Michael Fell.

The air whistled past him as he tumbled helpless from the Holy City, his wings not obeying his frantic attempts to at least stabilise his descent as he crashed through the Earthly plane to the realm of ash and desolation he had cast his twin to at the beginning of this mess.

He landed hard on the shores of a lake of fire, his right shoulder and wing giving way on impact. For a few agonising minutes, the paralysis persisted as unknown creatures circled and chittered at his prone form, before movement returned in a rush. He sprang to his feet and carefully snapped his shoulder into place before he looked around, hopeful he could find Haylael in this awful place without having to take wing.

As he looked around, he spotted a pair of familiar white wings about a mile down the shoreline. He moved as quickly as he could towards them, his damaged wing dragging through the black sand behind him as he hoped his twin was alright.

When he was less than a wingspan away from them, he caught sight of the creature they were attached to. It was burning, flames licking at skin and raw flesh, its wings ragged and singed as it lay prostrate on the sand. Michael was just about to turn away from this twisted image of an angel when it sat up on its knees and looked up at him with eyes like burning coals, and spoke with a voice he knew. Rough, and raw, but still so very well known. His twin's voice.

"M-Mi-Mi?"

[crownednova]

I’ve only seen love directed towards RtDLDX, and while I think that’s lovely, I’ve always had several issues with it that I haven’t seen many else talk about. So that’s what I wanna do… talk about it. This was originally gonna be in the form of an essay, but I wrote the first draft half asleep, there is no saving that, and I think more of a point form, individualised analysis would get my point across better. This also means there isn’t going to be much for positives. Pretty much anything I don’t mention should be assumed I am either fine or happy with. Despite that though, I do still think the negatives are enough to cause me to not enjoy RtDLDX, at least not as much as I wish I could. But enough preamble.

New White Wafers Dialogue

Let’s start off with the two least impactful gripes. In fact, I’m just gonna get this one out of the way before getting onto the actual topic. Ability Stars look so much worse now. I get they’re 3D models now, but man, they just look so flat. Where are my RtDL Ability Star fans at? Okay, now to actually begin. All the other changes to Story Mode are great, but wow, I do not like his “Such Easy Targets” line. It feels like a betrayal of his facade. I’ve said in the past that RtDL has my favourite Magolor, which is why this stings. This isn’t like any of his other new/changed dialogue, while his Extra Mode dialogue also stands out, it still feels closer to how he acts. Not to mention, this is him finally being honest. He’s allowed to drop the facade here, it makes sense. But in White Wafers? I just can’t see him saying that. In the original, he does come off as shady, and he does mess up his story, but in a completely different way. I feel a similar slip up is when he calls Kirby a Hero in Cookie Country. At that time, he isn't supposed to know that. He also changes his story from “Just Crash Landing” to “Being Attacked by Landia.” Those are his brand of slip ups, I can’t imagine he’d mess up that badly as to say “Man I love scheming. Oops I mean crocheting ☺️” It’s also a lot more relaxed than what I expect from him. I always interpreted RtDL Magolor as having this stress to his dialogue. His ship is in shambles and he needs to keep up a lie. He still goofs around, but it’s in a completely different tone, it still has undertones of panic. This however, reads more like one of his upgrade lines in the Epilogue. Some may find that appropriate, but Magolor is never written consistently, and trying to add connections only makes things worse. Also, forgot to mention, this is just a straight up spoiler. Sure, the game is 11 years old, but Forgotten Land introduced so many new Kirby fans, people who know nothing about the series, to reveal your biggest twist, especially in a way that feels like a betrayal to the character you’ve written, I just can’t understand the idea behind this change. Because what is the point? I keep asking myself this and I genuinely can’t comprehend it.

Extra Mode Changes

Extra Mode got a glow up in RtDLDX, that’s obvious from the first stages, so then why do I find myself preferring the original? It’s consistent. 1-1 is probably the most fun I’ve had with RtDL in years, so to be greeted by that, only to be met with the exact same mode I’ve played countless times, it’s crushing. It feels like it was set up to get you excited, just to pull the rug from under you. I could get it if it was deliberately there to convince you to buy the game, but if you’ve made it this far, you already own it. So why? While this inconsistency ruins the mode for me, I can’t help but have a more, sympathetic outlook. The original mode is a clear sign this game was rushed, while most of the game, you wouldn’t even be able to tell. I don’t know if those who worked on it were happy with how Extra Mode turned out. Maybe that’s presumptuous of me, but DX was their chance to fix this, but they didn’t. If it isn’t obvious, I think Extra Mode was once again rushed. 1-1, while maybe a bit unfair, still felt like there was love put into it, as much love as the bosses. And 2-1 and 3-1 also got noticeable attention, but much less. The fact the first levels got this attention, makes me feel like they were just developing the levels they could, I can’t explain it as well as I’d like, but it still stands out to me that way. But, while I appreciate the effort, it only makes it feel more unfinished than the original. I’m just so sad about this because this was their only chance to fix the original, it just stands out compared to all the other Extra Modes from the games after. Even something simple like letting Player 1 be Dedede, Meta or Bandee would have done so much for this mode. And, as I’ll soon say, Magolor Epilogue does nothing to circumvent  this. Magolor Epilogue Part 1 - Gameplay That’s right, a two parter! This is gonna be hard though, as I don’t know where my biases begin, and where they end. While this is obviously all subjective, I still would like some ground to stand on. So, I’m gonna start with what I like and what I think works. Let’s start with the bosses. Besides the marketing, which really should have its own section, they’re pretty cool! They innovate on the original bosses, Electicky Dooter is my favourite boss from this game. But it does suck they aren’t more original, or the fact the minibosses are still the same ones from Story and Extra Mode. It just makes the fact all the world bosses were spoiled for us hurt all the more. Next are Ordeal Doors. I love them. They work around the required upgrades so perfectly. Being able to know what the player will have means they can make memorable and fun stages. The regular stages are the exact inverse of this. They’re bland, forgettable, they have to work around the fact that you may never upgrade your abilities. I often see people praise the freedom the upgrade system provides, but I only see the inverse. It’s restrictive. The most the regular stages can do is play around with the boss abilities. However, those are often so weak, done so much better in the Ordeal Stages, or aren’t intuitive for movement that they can’t stand out. The combo system is much more interesting as a mechanic, and the game can properly play around with it, but the upgrades encapsulate everything I dislike about how it feels to play. No, everything I dislike with this whole Epilogue. Magolor Epilogue Part 2 - Tone and Story

I get it’s Kirby, but Kirby has done good and serious stories, so then why is Magolor Epilogue such tonal whiplash. The intro and tutorial capture it perfectly. Magolor almost died, he basically did. He lost his friends, his magic, he’s alone. Good thing he can think uppity thoughts! That’s unfair, I love his upgrade dialogue, I don’t want them to take away the humour, but there has to be some sort of middle ground! Make it clear his jokes are a form of coping, make the pause screens talk about his thoughts rather than vagueing towards Grand Doomer being the final boss 4 times in a row. Give us a look at how he actually feels!!! This is worse in the ending, we never see him actually feel guilt for what he’s done. We’re just told he’s redeemed now, we’re told that on a pause screen that’s not even accessible for 30 seconds!! It’s not even a case of show don’t tell, because they don’t even tell us anything! What I find worse is that he doesn’t even have to confront Kirby to apologise, not really, he literally gets to start living out his dream, stalling until the whole situation blows over until he just gets to show up on Pop Star, somehow, where there is barely any tension left. He gets off easy, he dies, and he gets rewarded for it. LITERALLY TOO!! I’ve never liked his Star Allies moveset. It was so clearly busted, that it felt like he’s stronger without the Master Crown. So in response to this, they canonise this moveset and it’s even more busted. It all comes back to the fact he’s constantly rewarded for his betrayal. He loses nothing. And it’s infuriating, because how am I supposed to expect him to be redeemed when he didn’t have to suffer for anything he did. Sure, he cries at the end of the mode, too bad we never know how he’s feeling anywhere else. They didn’t even answer how he got back to Pop Star, instead answering how he got to the Dream Kingdom. Idk about anyone else, but I just kinda assumed he got there with the Lor, the “real” answer doesn’t feel satisfying at all. He doesn’t even do anything interesting in the Clash games, nothing, not unless we get another Clash sequel. I just, I just wanted him to apologise to Kirby, but instead, it feels like HAL is doing everything in their power to make sure he doesn’t. The worst part is that I’m still hoping for that Clash sequel, I’m waiting for them to execute what they’ve set up, but I just don’t think it’s happening. I just wish I could see what everyone else sees in Epilogue, but I just can’t.

Merry Magoland

I guess I should wrap this up with Magoland. It’s not that bad, but I think it suffered the most from feeling slapped on with no real purpose. I like the Minigames, but I’m more talking about the park itself. I don’t like how it looks. It might just be because I’m not a fan of Magolor’s ego, or at least never saw it being this kind of ego, but it doesn’t work here for me. From what we’ve seen of Magolor’s work in the past, it’s always had this sort of child like aspect to it, like it was made with crayons and cardboard or building blocks. It created a nice aesthetic, albeit, a rather disconnected one, Drum Dash and Dream Collection look nothing alike. But to see them completely ignore what those two set up for a boring DisneyLand parody? Especially one played so positively? Idk, maybe I’m expecting too much asking for another “Capitalism is Bad'' metaphor, but still, Disney is very well known for being a garbage company so???? It’s funny how a place meant to look as innocent as possible is immersion breaking for being as innocent as possible. In reality, it’s not that bad, Manager Magolor acts nothing like Story Mode Magolor, but that’s a consistent thing with all his appearances so whatever I’ve grown to accept it. I just wish Dream Collection and Drum Dash got more love. Especially since Last Land of all things was referenced back in Dream Buffet, I still love that btw. Some sort of visual link might have helped, but even without them, I just think gaudy isn’t Magolor’s style? Like it totally is, but this brand of it doesn’t feel like him. However, I don’t write for him, idk his “true” personality, his “true” taste, maybe he likes Glitter and I can’t stop him. It just serves to make the new stuff feel out of place juxtaposed to the more natural, magical and mechanical settings of Story Mode.

And I guess that’s it, I never want to do this kinda thing again. Being this negative, although my true feelings, is just exhausting. I hope no one agrees with my issues, but if you do, hope it’s nice to see someone talk about it lol. I’m not giving up on this game though, I want to come back in a few months and see how my feelings have changed. I doubt it’ll fix everything, but I hope I can gain a new appreciation for this game, critiques and all. I guess thanks for reading as well, it means a lot to know people care about what I have to say.

[mirrorballwhoistrying]

The month of Mental Health Awareness (08.06.2023)

May is the month of mental health awareness, funny how that was also the month that I was and still am mentally at my lowest. 

Coming back from Vietnam, life didn’t slow down that much. We were preparing to go to KS trip. I don’t know why I can’t behave normal at all around people I’m attracted to. Especially, when that person is not available. What the hell?

It was the trip with the company but V brought her bf. He’s the typical perfect good guy that takes care of everybody. Too bad, I lack the stupid skill to make friends with guys. I felt a sense of emptiness. What was I trying to do exactly? Cause a scene? Tried to make a show to get some attentions from available guys? What was I thinking? Was I trying to prove how good I am just so to “show” I’m a worthy person that got to know to? I don’t know, well the trip ended and I’d never see him again, and why did I make this whole company trip experience about him anyway? The trip was fun and I took some nice photos. Then boom, my mom asked me to go to VN for health check-up the very next week, while I also need to start the first session for M4I. Like Can I get a break? I agreed to go to VN with mom anw. and what the hell? I suddenly got an email about the AFP interview?! Make it make sense! I also had like only 2 days to prepare for the interview!

I drafted the answers. It took me quite awhile. I tried to reach out to alumni. Too bad the time was really short and I couldn’t get much done. The interview didn’t go as well as I expected. The judges looked bored. One of the judges made it clear that they don’t want the interview to be too scripted. Too bad I’m a robot and don’t have much personality. I said I don’t care about AFP anymore. but I still f-cking care! The whole interview kept replaying in my head for awhile!

I also bought a new pair of glasses. It didn’t look too good on me. Another episode of me making rush decision. 

I went to the first session of M4I. It was cool to meet all these amazing people. It’s something I’m going to look forward next few months. Except the crack between our team is showing. The thing is I got to meet and talk to b VV. I was truly inspired how chill he was and how he started his page! He did all his videos on CapCut!

I went to Vietnam without much expectation. I know my energy was really low. I wasn’t energetic at all. I planned to sneak out at night but I was too tired already. I don’t know. I feel like I’m 17 all over again around my relatives. 

The good part was talking to J K and got to hear her stories, struggles and encouragements. She’s the reason why my parents are less worried about my career although they don’t know much. It’s so emotional to hear her stories and struggles. I wish her all the best. 

The days after coming back from VN, my life didn’t get any much better. My mental health was at it’s lowest. I wanted to consult the therapy but it was too expensive.

I forgot to address the elephant in the room. CH stopped messaging me. I should have seen the sign after the first date. He became less and less responsive. Seems like I can’t keep anyone in my life. Why it affected my self-esteem so much? Was the problem about me? Or maybe I should focus on a good version of myself before expecting people to come and stay in my life? Or maybe I should take things less personal and think of more about compatibility. 

I also went to Pride Fest. It was okay. Funny how my senior saw me there and texted me online. Well, I can’t seem to keep any connection going. 

This month is my birthday month and it makes me depressing than ever. On a good side, one of my videos reached 100K views on Tik Tok and I posted my first vlog too. The worst part is my freelance work. I owe Chef N’s work for quite some time now. 

I also spent the first week of June, stressed myself out to complete 2 applications which I think I might not likely get selected at all. It really took a toll on me mentally. 

I feel like this month is like an epilogue. Wait last month I said it was an epilogue too! Well, I feel like it’s a transition phase. I plan to post videos on FB soon, while I haven’t edited the videos. 

Seem like a lot happened this month but doesn’t guarantee much good things. I feel so empty before my birthday. I’m a living death currently. I think I’m going to focus more on freelance work and my page more in the next couple months. 

I just want to be happy! 

[topguncortez]

“ you said i had nice lips. who says that? “ with lt. bradley bradshaw please?🥺

pairing: Young!Bradley x Mitchell!Female (they are both 18, kinda takes place in this world before the baby) genre: fluff warnings: mentions of sex, unrequited feelings. master prompts lists!

Neither one of you were paying attention to the movie that was playing on your tv. Bradley was thinking back on the disaster of a date he had earlier in the night, and you were thinking about how nearly an hour prior you kicked Steve Miller out of your window. Bradley's hands absent mindedly played with your hair, and you had your head on his chest. Your legs were intertwined like how they usually were when you'd lay in bed and watch a movie.

The scene playing in your bedroom wasn't an uncommon one. In fact, it was one that seemed to happen a lot either in the comfort of your room, the living room or at Bradley's house. You and Bradley had grown up together, your dads haven flown together in the past. And after Goose's death, Pete made sure to keep Carole and Bradley close by. When your mother up and left about 10 years ago, Carole became the sole female influence in your life.

You groaned as another memory of the Steve incident played in your mind. Steve was your boyfriend, or that's at least what he liked to say. You invited him over to study for the upcoming stats exam, but he seemed to have other things on his mind. It wasn't that you didn't want to have sex, it was that the sex with Steve was awful.

"What's wrong?" Bradley asked, as you cuddle further into his chest.

"How do you tell someone they are bad at sex?"

Bradley blinked rapidly and sat up a bit, "Uh. . . I don't know. I guess I haven't had bad sex to know. Why? What's wrong?"

"Fucking Steve," You grumbled, "We got into a fight earlier. I said I didn't want to have sex and he asked why and I said cause its bad. And he got mad and said I'm a bad kisser and I don't do anything but lay there."

"Pillow Princess," Bradley mumbled under his breath with a laugh.

"I know I am," You winked at him and Bradley felt the blood rush straight to his cock, "But now I'm pissed. . . Am I really a bad kisser?"

"I don't know. Have other guys told you that?" You shook your head, "Well, then I'd say you aren't."

You groaned again and rolled out of bed, and began to pace. Bradley sighed and sat up against your headboard watching you. If there was one big difference between you and your father, it was the way you over analyzed everything. You started going through the mental list of guys you had kissed and trying to remember their reactions.

"Okay, here, solution," Bradley said, "Your pacing is going to cause a draft," You stopped and looked at him, "Kiss me and I'll tell you if you're bad or not."

"What."

Your heart started racing in your chest. It wasn't that the two of you didn't have feelings for each other, it was the fact that neither one of you didn't know what kind of feelings they were. Every day it felt like the two of you toed the line between romantic and platonic feelings, and every day fear of that rose within you. You didn't want to make the wrong move and lose Bradley forever. You already nearly lost him because of your dad's decision to pull his papers for the academy.

Bradley swung his legs and sat on the edge of your bed, "I said, kiss me and I can tell you if you're bad or not."

"And what makes you a good judge at that?" You quipped.

"Cause I'm a guy, and we just know if a girl is a bad kisser, and trust me, I don't think you are," Bradley assured you. You looked at him for a moment, still feeling your heartbeat in your ears. His big brown eyes looked at you, and for a moment, you forgot that he was just your best friend.

"Okay," You said softly, and walked over to were Bradley was sitting on the bed. Even while sitting, the two of you were at the same height, you had gotten cursed with your dad's stature. You stood in between Bradley's legs and looked down at the collar of his shirt.

"So how are we-" He put a finger under your chin, and lifted it slightly so you looked up at him.

"Don't be shy," Bradley said.

"Easier said than done," You scoffed, "So I just. . . lean in and. . ."

"Have you kissed someone before?"

"YES!" You yelled and Bradley held his hands up in defense.

"Okay," He chuckled, and placed one of his hands on your waist, his other hand went to your cheek, caressing the skin, "Just close your eyes, relax, okay." You nodded and closed your eyes.

It felt like forever as Bradley leaned in to you, and placed his soft lips on yours. You kissed him back, your hands going to his biceps. The kiss, that was just meant to be a simple kiss, turned passionate quickly, as Bradley pulled you in close. Your lips moved against Bradley's with a fervor, his hand tangling in your hair. Your hands fisted his shirt. The two of you parted for a breath, chests heaving and lips slightly swollen.

After a beat of silence you asked, "How was that?"

"You uh. . ." Bradley cleared his throat, and started thinking about his Grandma Kathy to hopefully get ride of the hard-on in his pants, "You have nice lips."

There was another beat of silence, "WHAT!?"

"What? It was good!" Bradley said. You bursted out laughing, holding your stomach as you stepped away from the bed. Bradley looked at you confused and then started laughing with you.

"You said I have nice lips. Who the hell says that!?" You said, wiping a tear from your eye, "Holy fuck Bradshaw, are you like 80?!"

"You do! They are soft, and plump and whatever chapstick you're using tastes good," Bradley said and you shook your head, "Get over here." He reached out to you and grabbed your waist with one arm. You squealed as he hauled your over and threw you down on your bed.

"You are a good kisser," Bradley said, leaning his body half on yours. You looked up at him, those mesmerizing green eyes, "Steve Miller is a fucking dumbass."

"At least he doesn't use pick-up lines from the 1960s," You giggled.

"You know what," Bradley laughed and started tickling you. Your laughter filled the room once again, which was probably's Bradley's favorite sound.

"Stop it, Bradshaw! I'm gonna piss myself if you don't stop!" You said in between laughs. Bradley ceased his tickling and rolled back over onto his pillow. You found your spot from earlier, laying your head on his chest, "You're staying right?"

"Yeah," Bradley nodded, "My mom is visiting my aunt in New Port. I'm all yours this weekend."

"I like the sound of that," You said, and looked up at him. Bradley smiled and leaned down to give you a quick peck. You laid your head back down, with a content smile on your face.

[szftzy]

Yandere zhongli x Child reader

[strictly platonic.] look im not sure why i made this instead of focusing on my actual drafts, but im hoping this feeds you guys- im so sorry for the HUGE delay, ill work on that soon

(>> pt.2, the last part to this.)

—you were surrounded. by hillichurls, you didn’t know monsters where around this area, but they where.

—having no one to call out for you just ran and ran away from the hilichurls, but once you slowly got tired they finally stopped following you

—for a recap, you were just exploring, but i guess you stranded a bit too far and found your way in a hilichurls camp, its a relief you got away

—thats when zhongli found you, a bruised child in need of medical attention, which is odd because no one was ever really near these mountains.

—you didnt hesitate to take his hand when he asked, since you forgot the way to your home. but later you’d figure out right?

—he wanted to ask, how this happened? but decided not for now, and save it for later

—later when zhongli patched you, he decided to ask now why you were bruised, when you told him it was because of a camp of hilichurls and you almost risked your life, including the fact you forgot the way back home.

——

— a few days later, you decided to ask zhongli if you could go back home, since you spent a few days at his home and felt bad for all the trouble you might have caused him —there he was on the couch, so once you asked him… he ignored you? that was off.. you asked again, still no response. was he doing this on purpose?

— ‘um- mr zhongli?’ you asked once again, this was really concerning , perhaps you should leave without telling him? but that would be rude..

—’No.’ he said bluntly not even looking your way. what? ‘er..what?’ you asked again ‘i said, No.’ he said again

—’why not? i think my parents must be really worried about me..’ but you got tired of him not responding or just saying no, you should be allowed to leave..

—so you slowly started to leave, and walking up to the front door. but once you tried to open it, it wouldnt.

—what the? you put your damn context clues together and finally started realizing, he locked the door on purpose so you couldn’t leave

—right after you felt a hand on your shoulder, tightly gripping it. this is where you knew you make a huge mistake coming with zhongli in the first place

—hi hello and yes i am back from the dead 😀, im super sorry if this is a bit short! it was rushed but i might do a part 2 if this does well, have a good day and ily!