#I think I maybe counted 15 like 4 times so maybe more whatever

[bitchusername]

day two

sadness 10/10

orgasms 18 🙂‍↕️

sadness/orgasm ratio tracker

sadness 10/10

orgasms 10 ish I think?

[dawnoftime22]

sleep.

| T.S

Warnings: Unable to sleep in a car, R being sleepy, sleeping problems

Summary: Having the problem of not being able to sleep anywhere that isn't in your bed causes for concern. So, Taylor drives you home safely and helps you into bed while you were barely able to stay awake.

Word Count: 1.1k

Category: Fluff

A/N: I never mentioned it, but I have a sideblog for wallpapers and edits if you guys like that :] its @likestarlightx, I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy, and doing other fanfics, but I'm gonna be posting whole loads more of fluff and wallpapers soon enough!<3

| Started on 11/12/2023, 9:06 PM |

| Finished on 14/05/2024, 4:15 PM |

Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

"You'll be okay, sweetheart."

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You stare out the window, watching every scene pass by with a blank mind. You could barely think, from the certain restlessness sitting within your body.

Taylor notices this. Your quietness was normal, but unusually more silent. Though, she continues to drive, her eyes focused on the roads.

You sink a little deeper in your seat and try to close your eyes, the darkness enveloping your vision.

...But after waiting for what felt like an eternity, with the streetlights passing by a hundred times, you give up and open them up once more, only this time, half open.

Your eyes tiredly move to look at whatever was in front of you and space out into it. The window, the dashboard, the handle, that compartment for items and drinks...the window.

You sigh softly, but it didn't make much noise. The car gently stops to a red light, and Taylor's eyes glide over to you before she tilts her head slightly to see your figure.

"...Why don't you sleep, sweetheart?" Her voice comes out gently as ever, naturally overlaying the silence that once surrounded you.

You bit your lip gently. "Can't," your whisper was quiet as you fidgeted with your hands, and she just about heard it. Concern etched on her face, but the lights had turned green, making her focus back on driving, her eyes on the road.

You couldn't sleep in a car. Not ever. Maybe little naps here and there if you really got tired, but it was near impossible. You couldn't really take a quick nap anywhere actually, if you wanted to be really honest.

The humming of the car was all that made sound now. She keeps glancing back to you every now and then to make sure you were okay, but seeing as it was just a few more minutes from home, she was calm enough to let it be.

Your mind was fuzzy, and you could feel your eyes getting tired. Taylor notices you slumping further into your seat, and she reaches over to gently place her hand on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We're almost home, baby."

When she finally pulls into the driveway, she sighs softly in relief and looks at you with worry. But you were yawning softly, clicking off your seatbelt, to which her gaze softens to.

Her hand goes to open her car door and she gets out, walking around to your side. You were already opening the door yourself, slowly getting up with the push of your hands against the seat.

Taylor watches you for a moment, but seeing the fatigue you had, she slips an arm around your waist, offering to help support some of your weight.

You lean into her, grateful for her help as she closed the car door. She keeps her eyes on you and made sure to be careful on your walk to the front door.

Taylor grabs her keys from out her pockets and inserts it into the keyhole while you were blinking your eyes, fighting to stay awake as your vision was in a haze.

She pulls you in with her once she had the door open, grabbing the keys back. You leaned against her shoulder, your eyes momentarily closing.

The blonde closes the door and locks it to ensure the safety of your home, then turns to face you, her arm still around your waist. She smiles softly, knowing you were exhausted.

Gently, she pulls you forward, guiding you up the stairs with you close against her, your body practically mushed to her side. The way she felt you growing heavier on each step told her you were on the verge of falling asleep.

Just as you reached the top of the stairs, you misstepped through your sleepiness, and her eyes widen, but she quickly catches you with a sharp breath, both of her arms now around you as she firmly kept ahold of you.

You gripped onto her, your body alerting itself of the sudden movement when she helped you regain balance. Taylor then laughed softly, shaking her head at your adorable sleepiness. You quietly laughed yourself, but almost nervously as you realized how dangerous it was to be walking like this.

"Come on, lets get you to bed before you fall asleep on your feet," she whispered, looking forward to see the bedroom was another few more doors away within the hallway. She lets out a quiet breath, then returns her gaze to you.

With you about to black out, she decides to lean down and put your arms around her neck, then lift you up with both of her hands under your thighs. You let out a confused hum, but hugged her like a koala bear, your eyes closed.

Her lips gently raised up as she looked at you, but she continues her journey, holding you close until you were in the bedroom, which, she really should have done before going up the stairs.

Once she reaches the bed, Taylor places you on the edge first, then slowly let your back fall down to the mattress, pulling your legs up too.

Just as she was about to move away, you stir lightly, a small sleepy groan coming from you. She gently tucks a stray hair behind your ear, smiling softly. "I know, baby." she whispered, walking to her side of the bed to slide in next to you.

She snuggled herself behind you, and was going to put her arm around your stomach, but you had rolled around to face her, your face pouty as you went closer to her, your arm falling atop her.

She chuckled softly, but returned the embrace, her hand going to your back and gently moving in a soothing motion, her own eyes closing as she leaned in to put her cheek against your hair.

Just as both of you were about to fall into a deep sleep, a notification sounds out from either one of your phones, making Taylor reach over you to silence it, not wanting anything to bother you, especially not when you were so tired.

When she felt you shift slightly, nuzzling closer into her and seeing that you still weren't in slumber, her hand rests on your back once more. "Shh...sleep, sweetheart," she whispers, her voice soft.

Taylor continues her soothing motion on your back, turning to gently kiss the shell of your ear, as it was the closest skin to her lips she could find.

Soon, in seconds time, your breathing got softer, a clear indication you were finally getting some rest. She lets out a gentle sigh of relief, and pulled you ever so gently closer.

Her eyes closed once more, also tired from the day she had, and the shows she's been doing. But it was all worth it, when she gets to spend time with you like this. Her body relaxes, and she slowly joins you in your sleep, your legs intertwined.

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[frownyalfred]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @lurkinglurkerwholurks

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 146! It would be a larger number if I hadn't deleted all of my Supernatural fics back in the day. There were at least 30 of those, maybe more...

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

913,163 - I'm hoping to hit a million soon!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Batman, Superman, Justice League, Star Wars, Marvel

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Take Care of Business Everybody Wants You It Was Always You a sky of honey Anything Like Me

5. Do you respond to comments?

Not anymore :/ I have a really hard time keeping up with writing if I'm responding to comments. I hope my readers understand.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm. Probably lonely town? Dick is getting de-fibbed in the alley by Bruce, and it's not clear if he's going to survive or not.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

here as I am is hilarious if you're into jealous!Clark. otherwise the weight (salmon ladder fic) always gets me.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yep. Mostly on borderline, but on other fics too. I love how, as I've gotten better at writing, it's changed from "wow this sucks, your writing is awful" to "you suck because you chose to have [character] do this." Luckily I think most of the hate filters over here to Tumblr, where I can happily block and forget. These days, I mostly get people commenting about how I'm wrong about something. Wrong about something I researched and triple checked before posting...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep! All of them, I think? At least, I haven't balked at much yet. I'm not really into the excrement related ones, so I think that would be one of my no-go's.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yep! bloodletting (Mandalorian/Star Wars and DC Crossover) and a few Marvel/DC crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep, a few times. What I'm more pissed about is all of my textposts being monetized over on TikTok and IG. I could be making bank off of those, considering the reach. And several of them are basically mini-fics.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Tons. Check them out here. There's also some podfics and related works there.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really. I've made attempts but I'm really bad at it. I tend to write spur of the moment and follow my gut on where the conversation/action goes. Planning out a fic with a partner would do them a disservice, I think.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I really love Superbat, but Codywan is right up there with it. Something about Cody being a loyal BAMF soldier and long-suffering big brother gets me.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

My vampire AU. Not because I don't want to continue but I cannot decipher my notes as to what should happen next.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm very quick, I can type up a full draft in a few hours. I like natural, snappy dialogue and I think I'm good at it. I don't shy away from weird or uncomfortable situations. I'm comfortable with writing a lot of sex/etc.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I write too quickly, sometimes I get ahead of my plot. My dialogue and descriptions can sometimes be a little too bare, or I overcorrect and become too flowery. My fics take on the tone of whatever I'm thinking about at that time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If you're confident in your language abilities, go for it. If you're just plugging it into google translate, consider why you're doing that first. Is the addition of this new language actually something someone would say in that moment? Or are we just using it to signal to the audience that they speak another language? Is there a way to show this without telling? That being said, I love using Mando'a in my Star Wars fic, and I've studied it for a while now to be able to do so.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Supernatural

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Probably borderline or a sky of honey. Both took a ton out of me and I'm proud they're whole and standing on their own right now.

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[kiefbowl]

i made a string of really dumb financial decisions and now im in debt that might take me years to pay off, do you have any words of wisdom for me queen. like that feels bad. how do i even save up. imagine flushing a pile of money down the toilet thats what this debt it

I know how that feels, believe me. A lot of people do. I'm feeling the pain of my 9 month school loans, and credit cards I had already paid off back "on" again (one in particular is pretty high...whooooops).

Don't lose your cool, I have a couple of flexible suggestions that you take, use, and modify to your specifics:

Tithe yourself - if your job does direct deposit (which most do!), you can direct deposit your money into multiple accounts. Get it set up so your paycheck goes 90% into your checking account, 10% into your savings account so that you're not even thinking about it. You might feel the squeeze for a little bit but you'll acclimate to that "missing" 10% sooner than you think.

Ask for a raise - if you're working, ask for a raise. If you're new, or maybe not that "great", or they're penny-pinchers, or you're just nervous to ask, don't even worry about it. Ask for 3% - this is low, and most jobs will give it to you just for the convenience of getting you to stop bothering them about it (if they can't afford 3%, run run run). For context, if you make $10 an hour, a 3% raise only gives you $12.00 more each week. It's really not much, but not nothing! If you're NOT worried about asking a raise, go all in! Ask for 10%, maybe even 15%. Flex some negotiation skills. Maybe you'll walkaway with 7%, but every penny counts.

Get yourself on auto payments [at the smallest amounts you can] - if you've got credit cards, log in right now and get yourself on auto payments for the smallest amount. If you've got student loans, do the same thing. If you've got utility bills, get them on auto pay. These things take 3 minutes to set up, and there are phone numbers to call if you can't figure it out. These companies WANT you to do this, they will help you get it done.

Work off the smallest amount you owe first [aggressively] - Let's say you have a $60 parking ticket, a credit card you owe $400 on, and three student loans that are currently at $6,000 & $7,000 & $10,000. Forget the student loans right now, you've got them on autopay for the smallest amount you can get away with. First, pay off that $60 parking ticket with your next pay check before it becomes a $200 ticket and a court appearance. Now you can focus on the paying off the $400 aggressively. Your minimum payments will still go off, but every time you get a paycheck, long on and pay an additional amount to the credit card (something you can manage and will also feel good to your brain - $50 feels good when you're thinking of your debit in hundreds for example). Once you've got that paid off, now you can aggressively pay off your $6,000. Don't worry about the other two. Just focus on the smallest amount you owe. Each paycheck, payoff a chunk of your smallest debt. It'll get exciting after awhile, like yes I get paid I can make that credit card even smaller. Gamify it, whatever.

Stop worrying about how long it will all take - Only worry about the smallest amount of debt you owe and how (reasonably) fast you can get that paid off. That $400 credit card, if you can spare $100 each pay check - that's only 4 paychecks. That's not too long, right? That's the way to think of time and debt: how much can you spare each paycheck to pay off your lowest debt.

Ask for help - do not punish yourself by lying to your parents and friends. Tell your friends you can't do fancy dinners because you are paying off debt and can't afford it. Real friends will bring over a pizza to hang with you. Your parents might be willing to send you a check without you asking for it. Don't feel guilty about monetary gifts, just take it. Go to a bank and talk about their consolidation options. Bring a third party so you aren't dazzled by sales pitches. Consolidation loans aren't objectively good or bad, they can be a life saver if they have the right terms that work for you. Don't think it's over your head! Ask as many questions until you understand all your options.

Buy smart, stop suffering - this really should be like 4 different bullet points, but I'm going to be as concise as possible: you'll never get out of debt if you spend your money without purpose, and you'll never get out under the yoke of anxiety that you fucked up if you just squirrel your money away in fear. A lot of people will give you advice that you need to put yourself on a tight, punishing budget. Maybe, but I think those are doomed to fail for most people. And now you feel twice as bad. Don't do that to yourself. Learning the value of $10 is important. So it learning the value of $100, or $1,000. And the best way to learn is to practice buying and using your money - there's a cheap $1,000 and an expensive $10, and you have to learn how much value you are getting out of these amounts for these purchases. If you punish yourself all week, and then allow yourself a "little treat" on Sunday - that doesn't feel worthwhile to me. Those little treats will grow every day. Soon you're stopping at Starbucks every day for "just $10" and your Sunday treat has become a weekly blow out brunch with friends and then week to week you're scrounging to eat Top Ramen and lamenting your dreams are dying. Instead, save money by spending money on things worthwhile that make you budget for them. Go sign up for those yoga classes you want, go sign up for those guitar lessons you want, go sign up for those art lessons you want, whatever it is. Whatever brings value to your life. Your $70 a week yoga membership can now be valued against your $70 week at Starbucks, and as your pockets pinch one hopes you'll choose the yoga over the Starbucks because one hopes that the yoga is serving you better. Or maybe yoga is ass and you want to spend it on Starbucks, at least now you know. Though I recommend your local coffee shop, as Starbucks is a union busting piece of shit corporation :)

[whxre-bxby]

"We'll Teach You Some Manners" 4

It's here! The final part of this short series. I will write more Mansk/Quaritch smut after this, but this is the end of "We'll Teach You Some Manners".

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Masterlist

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, some actual fluff (holy shit), double penetration (I slayed) ass/vagina, yk yk. throat grabbing, foul language, degradation, crying, MANHANDLINGGG YES!

Words count: 9338

We returned to the recom-teams base and I was put back into my room. Sure, I now knew that neither Mansk nor Quaritch wanted to hurt me. But I was still stuck there. 

I continued to feel homesick. 

Another week had gone by and I was still kept in the same room, which only had one table in it. I was escorted by people wearing white coats and I once saw an Avatar soldier walk past me in the hallway. 

I hadn’t seen Quaritch or Mansk since the incident happened. Surprisingly, it made me upset. I remembered everything and while they were bringing me back to the aircraft, I felt as though they really cared about me. 

I was held, helped up and taken care of by them. Until we reached their housing unit. Once the helicopter landed, all 3 of us got out and I was immediately pushed away and brought back into my room by humans in military uniform. I looked over my shoulder at Mansk and Quaritch, wondering why I was suddenly being treated like this again. They watched me being taken away with completely neutral facial expressions. 

I felt used and betrayed. I also couldn’t understand why they did that. Maybe they just used me to get rid of some steam. 

If they used me then I would expect that they did it for their mission. But having a threesome in the middle of the forest had nothing to do with Jake. So it couldn’t be that. 

But if they did it for their own amusement or whatever, then why did they pretend to care about me afterwards? I didn’t want them to fall in love with me. But what they were doing was cruel. 

I was woken up early this morning and had people run more tests on me. I started to give up on ever leaving this place. 

They were taking more blood samples from me and I saw natural daylight at the end of the hallway. I was thinking about running for it. I could attempt it. The chance of me actually even making it to an exit and outside was so low but I straightened my posture, not looking away from the light. 

I started to count down in my head and took a few deep breaths but it seems as though a few soldiers noticed and I was held down again. I wasn’t very discreet about it anyway. 

“Seems like she still has her spirit.” One said to the other. 

“Let’s put it to the test.” Another soldier said. She seemed to have some authority because she was standing on the side, holding a cup of coffee and just watching. 

I was dragged away from the lab again and put into a new room. The door closed behind me with a thud and the room was dimly lit with blue light. It looked like my empty room, except that there was no table in the middle. 

There were lights on the walls that would flicker and move. I stayed still, waiting for anything to happen. 

Standing in the centre of this chilly room, I held my arms together and felt something attached to my skin. It was a type of chip. I heard someone say it would measure my heartbeat. 

Suddenly, I started hearing noises from one corner of the room. It sounded like the forest outside. I heard the animals of Pandora. Out of instinct, I walked to the corner and once I reached it, the noise switched off and played in a different corner, louder this time. 

This went on for about 15 minutes. They switched the noises from the forest to people speaking Na’vi, to an agonizing soundwave. 

The soundwave made me lose my mind and I was on the floor, holding my ears. My vision started going blurry and I was suddenly back in my room. 

Was that some kind of psychological intelligence test? If so, I never wanted to do it again. I had enough of this place. I felt helpless but still so frustrated and the anger was just building up and growing. I sat on my metal bed and hugged my knees, leaning my chin on them and staring into nothingness for what seemed like hours. 

I had a feeling that it was coming up to evening. Occasionally I would hear talking and some other noises outside the door. Finally, I was getting tired and I started to drift off until I heard a beep and the door opened. My head shot up and I thought I was dreaming, but it was all real. My hair was in my face and I huffed it to the side, watching the empty open door.

Was no one coming inside? 

Then I heard faint mumbling as if someone were discussing something. I decided to get up and see what was going on. Maybe this was my perfect chance to escape. 

Just as I let my feet touch the cold tile ground, I saw a silhouette of a tall Na’vi and just then, Quaritch walked in. 

I froze and watched him. He didn’t say anything, only started walking towards me and outstretched an arm. Yeah right, like I was going anywhere with him after that. 

I jumped off the table and took a few steps back, keeping a distance from him. His neutral face shifted into an annoyed expression. He was trying to help you and you were making this difficult again. 

“Cut it out and come ‘ere.” he whisper-shouted at me. 

“Absolutely not.” I say but I was too tired to run from him, I just decided against moving towards him. 

Miles growled at me, looking very much annoyed. “I’m trying to help you.” he snarled.

I look up at him. How?

Then again, it was weird that he was here so late at night. He was looking around and constantly paying attention to small noises. Almost as if he were here in secret and not wanting others to know. 

What the hell was he doing? He’s the Colonel, why would he need to hide things? While there was something I didn’t understand about this situation, I didn’t trust him. 

He was getting fed up and stomped over to me with three wide steps which would have been at least six of mine. He grabbed me by my arm and tugged me with him. I was too tired to fight him so I just let my legs walk forwards. 

Once we exit the room I flinched and squeaked a little at the large figure right outside the corner of my room. Miles immediately turned to me and was ready to clasp his hand over my mouth but I luckily shut up quickly. 

“Quiet.” He hissed in a whisper tone and turned around, looking into the empty hallway. The hallway was dimly lit by the emergency exit lights. 

I stare up at the figure which I recognise as Mansk. He seemed to be guarding the door while Quarich was inside. The men were in their tank tops and pants only, with no vests or backpacks. But Mansk had a large gun around his body, both of his hands steadily resting on it. 

He finally isn’t wearing his sunglasses and I get to see his whole face. He looked much more intimidating with them on. His facial features were similar to Miles’. Not just because they were both Na’vi, but because they had similar head shapes and cheekbones etc. Just that Mansk’s face seemed a little softer. 

He noticed my stare and looked down, sending me a smirk before returning his attention to his Colonel, who hand signalled him something. Mansk took hold of my arm and pulled me after him. His grip was softer too. 

I wanted to melt into his touch but I was still angry at them. Angry at how they used me and how they left me alone. 

Miles was walking at the front, carefully stepping on the floor to not make noise with the heavy boots both soldiers were wearing. Mansk was sneaking behind him, making sure I was keeping up as well while staying quiet. 

“What are you doing?” I whisper yell at Mansk. His ears immediately strain back and he shushes me, squeezing my arm as a warning. 

We kept walking until Miles froze and we stopped right behind him. At the end of the hallway, which was still quite far away, a light had turned on and suddenly someone’s footsteps could be heard.

Quaritch signed something to Mansk and pressed himself against a wall, behind a little closet or refrigerator, growing some odd plants. Odd for Pandora even. I had never seen them before. 

Mansk quickly mirrored his actions and pushed me against the plain wall with him. His and Miles’ heads were turned to the end of the hallway, watching and listening while I was being held against the hard wall with one of Mansk’s outstretched arms. He was keeping me in place, with his hand splayed out on my chest. Mainly collarbones, but very close to my breasts. 

I glared at him, wanting to let him know that he was treading on thin ice here, but he wasn’t paying attention. I felt him rearrange his fingers a little, but he kept me held against the wall. Maybe he did notice, he just wasn’t showing it. He kept his gaze fixed away from me and to the entrance of the hallway. The footsteps got louder and I glanced at Miles who was pressed against the opposite wall, trying to make himself as flat as possible. 

A person in a white lab coat and a notepad walked past the doorway, followed by another person in military attire. Mansk held his breath and kept his firm grip on me, all three of us staying completely still. Luckily they were just walking past and hadn’t seen us or even looked into the hallway we were in.

Quaritch sighed in relief and Mansk let his hand fall from my chest. His previous grip had held me so tightly against the wall that I was subconsciously relying on it to stand. Once he removed it without any warning, I lost balance. I stumbled forward a little and my foot got caught in a trolly full of samples, trays, glasses, and medicine bottles. 

Mansk reacted quickly and his hands stretched out to catch me before I fell. But that didn’t stop the metal cart thing from slowly tipping to the side, balancing on only two of its four wheels. Quaritch saw what was happening and swiftly moved towards us. 

The scene seemed to be playing in slow motion. All three of us could only watch in horror as the cart started to fall to one side and the things on top and inside started to fall out. Within one second, it crashed down, the trolly falling on its side. Everything that fell from it clattered on the ground, smashed into anything it came in contact with and shattered into pieces. 

Quaritch whisper yelled a curse and started frantically looking around. The noise was so loud it startled me. Mansk flinched at the horrible sound and looked back to the entrance. The footsteps vanished for a second before suddenly returning faster. They were also not walking away anymore, but they were getting closer. One of the people called out something but I froze and didn’t listen to the words. I couldn’t move a muscle. I felt like a deer in headlights and I stared wide-eyed at the mess I had created. Mansk had pulled me back to my feet and had both his hands under my arms. He was looking at Quaritch for answers. 

The person in the lab coat and the person in camouflage clothes were making their way back to the hallway they had just past. The noise caught their attention and they wanted to make sure everything was okay. Perhaps one of their coworkers had been hurt. Or maybe someone was doing something they shouldn’t be. They had to find out. Both of them were aware that most people had gone to bed and that no one should be in these quarters of the facility at this time. 

They picked up their speed, both workers now jogging to the entrance they passed before. Once they arrived they noticed the fallen-over cart, a few samples and bottles still rolling away until they hit the other wall. Looking around, they noticed that the hallway was empty.

The two of them exchanged confused looks and the person in military attire reached for her gun, holding it close to her chest as they both quietly made their way through the corridor, calling out whether someone is there. 

Miles had run a few feet away from the crime scene and flung open a door to which Mansk quickly dragged me inside. My legs weren’t working but it didn’t matter, he had scooped me up with ease. Quaritch firmly closed it and stood against the wall by the door, holding his own gun. The room was completely dark. There was a small slot with a window in the door and Miles had his head turned to it, watching out for any movements. 

Mansk returned me to the ground and pressed my back against him, one of his arms holding my waist and the other firmly clasped over my mouth. I felt his tail wrap around my left leg and he leaned down, caging me into him. I held onto his arm and watched the door with wide eyes. My heavy breathing was muffled by Mansk and we all fell silent. I felt my heart beating or more like thudding against my chest and I was sure that Mansk could feel it too.

The people outside were getting closer and stopped next to the trolly. Mansk and Quaritch exchanged glances in the mild dark before listening again. After two minutes of the two workers cleaning up and putting things back in their place, they opened a door but luckily not ours. After that one of them shrugged and they left. We stayed silent until they had completely vanished so that not even their footsteps could be heard. 

Quaritch let his head fall back against the wall and let out a breath he seemed to be holding in for a while. Mansk sighed as well, his shoulders relaxing a little in relief. I stayed still because I knew it was my fault for causing the noise. Then again, it was their fault for taking me out of my room. It was their fault for making me feel weaker than usual and it was their fault for capturing me in the first place. And like I said before, I wasn’t here to make things easy for them. 

Quaritch then raised his hand and closed the slot on the door, so that any light was gone. The room was pitch black and I stayed frozen. Mansk let go of me and I felt weird. I couldn’t see or hear them for a few seconds but I knew both of them were there. 

Then someone flicked a switch and the light turned on. It was an odd-looking lightbulb and it was bright as shit. Quaritch angled the lamp away from us, making it shine into the corner. He glared down at me and I heard Mansk huff behind me. This situation felt oddly familiar. The positioning of us as well. 

I looked away, feeling like a kid in trouble. Even though I knew I wasn’t really the one to blame, I still felt some type of guilt. Then again, I was ready to defend myself if they would start arguing with me. But their presence was still intimidating to me. It made me feel a certain way again. 

“What the hell was that?!” Miles snarled at me. My eyes shot up to his and I turned my gaze into a frown. 

“It was an accident.” I returned in an angry tone. I couldn’t believe they were angry at me for creating some minor inconvenience when they had literally taken me from my home. That was more than an inconvenience to me. 

“You almost had us caught.” he returned in my tone, taking a step forward and leaning down to me. 

“It’s not my fault.” I spit my words at him. “I don’t even know what’s going on.” 

“We were going to help you.” he said, motioning at Mansk. I looked back at him and watched him give a firm nod, his hand resting on his gun again. 

“Help me?” I asked both of them. “How.” It didn’t seem believable. Miles scoffed and stood up straight again. 

“We wanted to take ya’ some place nicer than 'ere.” Mansk replied and I stared up at him, my mouth parted a little. They have got to be joking. 

“We felt bad, after… ya' know… so we found and well, made a place that looked a bit more like… home, to you.” Manks continued talking, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He didn’t seem annoyed at all. He looked a little, nervous? Unsure? Yeah, unsure. 

But I was still angry. “I don’t want to go anywhere nicer.” I say, snarling at Mansk who flattened his ears back. Quaritch was fighting the urge to punch a woman behind me, while I turned to Mansk. 

“I want to go home!” I say, my voice breaking a little. I didn’t expect myself to get emotional but then again, I happened to have the problem that I cried whenever I got too angry and frustrated. I hated it because I knew that people would take me less seriously that way. 

I felt tears sting in the corners of my eyes and I wanted to scream at myself because I couldn’t cry in front of them. I had to keep my shit together. I didn’t want to seem weak. 

Mansk’s gaze seemed to soften at what I had said. But my words affected Quaritch in a different way. 

The men had felt guilty about leaving you and letting you return to living the way you had before with them. After your session in the forest, they felt some kind of emotional connection to you. They wouldn’t call it love but they did care for you in some way. 

When you three landed and you were dragged away from them, they knew they couldn’t get you away from the other people. It would raise suspicion. If they were behind honest, they didn’t expect you to be taken straight away. But when you were, all they could do it watch. 

They had another small facility a bit away from the main lab building where everyone stayed. The room they set up had a proper bed and they gave it a lot of effort to make it look more friendly and like home. While they kind of sucked at decorating, they just made sure it was comfortable and not as blank looking as my current room. 

Quaritch would have never in his life done something like that for another person. So when he heard you say that you didn’t even want to see what they had prepared for you, he was annoyed.

“You ungrateful menace, do you know-” Miles started to say but I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ungrateful?!” I snap at him and it startles him. The noise level makes both men panic a little and Manks tries to calm me down, placing a hand on my shoulder but I instantly push it off. 

“You took me from my home! You took me away from-” I started almost yelling at Miles and Mansk had to cover my mouth again, to not blow our cover. 

My eyes were all glossy again and a few tears were threatening to spill out. I struggled against Mansk but stood no chance. 

Both men were silent. My argument had silenced Quaritch’s angry tantrum. He looked down at me with almost pity. But I didn’t want his fucking pity. I wanted to be free again. 

Mansk held me steadily until my breathing had calmed down and then he removed his hand from my mouth. I inhaled deeply and just stared at Miles. He didn’t know what to say. 

“None of this is my fucking fault.” I snarl, keeping my voice down. 

“Watch your mouth.” he replies, his tail flicking angrily. 

“Make me.” I challenge him. Quaritch stares at me, wondering whether he heard that correctly. 

Mansk’s ears perk up at my words and he watches the scene in front of him, definitely more interested in the outcome now. Then again, his Colonel’s reaction seemed to worry him. 

“Oh I will.” he said, putting his gun on a shelf and starting to unbuckle his belt with one hand. My eyes shot open and Mansk watched my reaction. 

“No, not like that. I didn’t mean-” 

“Too late, cupcake.” Quaritch snarled, aggressively pulling the belt out of the belt loops and folding it in half with one hand. 

“You’ve asked for it. You’re gonna get it.” he said, walking towards me and backing me up against the desk. Mansk swiftly moved out of the Colonel’s way and removed the gun hanging around his body, letting it lean against a wall. 

“You perverted asshole, I should-” I start cussing at him but his hand wraps around my throat, threateningly. 

“Shut your pretty mouth now, or I’ll make you regret it.” he snarled, moving his face closer to mine. I was now standing right next to the desk with him towering over me.  

“You can keep telling yourself you don’t want this. But I can smell you, sugar. You can’t hide your feelin’s from us.” he snarled. 

There was some truth in what he said. I knew very well I wanted to leave, but then again their presence would perhaps be missed. Just being around them made me feel weak in the knees and made my stomach erupt in sick excitement. 

He grabbed my arm and turned me around, pressing my chest down onto the wooden desk in the room. 

I felt Quaritch’s free hand hastily tug down my pants. I was given fresh clothes every few days. I don’t know what happened to my old top and shorts. 

The pants pooled around my ankles and he kicked my ankles out of the way, to push the clothing away with his boot. 

I was dreading the feeling of the belt harshly landing against my skin. I also hated how I would almost always become submissive to them. Quaritch would always have it his way and it angered me. I felt helpless. 

Sure, while their presence excited me and the excitement made my head all fuzzy again, I felt overwhelmed and extremely emotional. My hormones seemed to be all over the place, which is probably why tears started to spill from my eyes. Not tears of sadness or tears of joy, just tears because I had trouble following what was happening. 

Miles’ hand rested on my ass and then held my hip in place while he adjusted the leather belt in his hand. 

“Sir,” Mansk announced. I saw him from the corner of my eye. He was watching my reactions this whole time and had decided that he needed to step in. 

Mansk was a very quiet and introverted person. Not introverted and shy, just introverted as in he rarely spoke and preferred to observe. He was confident in himself, he just didn’t always seem present when he was present. Definitely not shy. 

He would keep most things to himself and almost always wear his same neutral expression. During missions and training, he was a bit more verbally active, signalling things, handing down orders or telling Lyle to focus. He was very professional and serious about his military career. That’s why the Colonel had great trust in him. 

Mansk took a step forward to me, but the Colonel seemed to not hear him. 

“Sir,” he repeated, louder this time. Quaritch moved his gaze from my body to his soldier. 

I was now biting my lip and had tears streaming down my face. If you would ask me to explain why I was crying in words, I wouldn’t be able to. I could show you by pointing at me, at them, at the belt, at my damp fucking underwear, at the facility, the guns and the atmosphere all around. My mind was too fuzzy for me to even think properly. I just quietly sobbed and looked over my shoulder at Mansk. What was he doing?

“It ain't fair on her.” he firmly said. The Colonel was surprised by Mansk’s words, telling him off. Usually, Mansk backs up everything he says. 

Mansk would have never thought he would be standing up to Quaritch either. He respected him a lot, mainly because he was a superior but also because of the way he would handle missions. 

He also never thought that he would feel sympathy towards you. The recom-team and he would look down on other creatures, especially on Pandora. Nothing really appealed to them. Even though you were human, you lived with Na’vi and you were the recom-teams prisoner. 

To be perfectly honest, if they would have brought you into the facility as a prisoner and had a bag on your head so that he wouldn’t be able to see you or hear your voice, Mansk would treat you like shit. He would treat you like any other prisoner, maybe worse because you betrayed your race and chose to live with the ‘enemy’. 

His new self or new body with his old self seemed to have him feeling a little more sympathetic with things. Not with his teammates but as a person, he would burn this place down in the blink of an eye if he would have been given the order. 

His avatar body seemed to have some natural connection with Pandora, but all soldiers were in denial of it and refused to acknowledge it. 

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Mansk cared for you. Something that he didn’t do often at all with others. He would joke with teammates occasionally and if one of them was hurt he would help, but he deeply cared for your wellbeing. Seeing you cry helplessly beneath Quaritch made him feel guilty. 

They were trying to help you and now you were being punished for an accident. He didn’t like it. 

Quaritch stared at Mansk for a few seconds, wondering whether he was being serious right now before slowly returning his gaze to me. I was a trembling, quivering, sobbing mess. 

Miles’ eyes opened wider and he realised the state you were in. He was so worked up and fuming with anger it didn’t cross his mind to check how you were doing. He, like Mansk, cared for you too. He was more than just attracted to you. 

He almost flinched when he saw you crying and immediately removed his hand from your lower back and stepped away to give you space. 

I was no longer being held down but I felt like I would lose my shit if I just stayed bent over the desk. I needed to feel some level of comfort and right now, Mansk seemed to be the safest hiding spot for me. 

I pushed myself off the table and turned to face him. His ears were pulled back a little and he seemed uncomfortable. When he looked at me, his ears drooped a little and his gaze once again softened. I took a shaky step forward and he opened his arms a little, taking a step toward me. I pressed myself against him, my hands holding onto his tank top while I buried my face into his waist. His ears perked up at my sudden action and he loosely hung his arm around my back while the other supported my head, holding me to him. 

He didn’t want to look at Quaritch either. Since he was his superior, he was worried about the outcome of the situation. 

Mansk just let his head hang as he watched me cry into him, my tears staining his top. He didn’t care about the mess. Even though he felt sorry for you, his heart was racing and he felt happy with himself that you felt safe with him. In emotional situations like these, where someone would for example be crying, he never had any idea how to help. Mansk was clueless about this stuff. So having you choose him to cry on and being able to hold your sobbing self, made him happy. 

He slowly looked up at Quaritch, his ears strained back, ready for the worst reaction. But he too was now surprised. Quaritch had both his hands loosely hanging on his sides, the belt about to fall out. He looked completely distraught. The Colonel’s eyes were fixed on you. He couldn’t believe that he did that to you. He luckily hadn’t physically hurt you but the fact that you seemed so scared of him broke the man's heart. He wanted you to feel safe when he was around. Turns out he did the opposite. 

I had calmed down a little, my sobbing turning into sniffling. I wrapped my arms around Mansk’s waist for a little more comfort and Mansk swore he could have melted. Your small innocent actions warmed his heart. He couldn’t believe the effect you had on him. 

I turned around, wiping a few tears away with the back of my hand while keeping a finger hooked in the belt loop of Mansk’s pants for reassurance of his presence. 

I saw how upset Quaritch looked. He felt guilt and deep regret. 

Seeing him like that upset me a little more. I didn’t want him to think I was crying that much because of him. It was all my bottled-up emotions finally being released, his actions just happened to trigger it. 

Normally, I would have probably happily let him use the belt on me. God, what have I become?

“Miles, it’s okay…” I sniffle, not being able to bear seeing him that upset anymore. He probably fully blamed himself for everything. 

His eyes met yours when you said his name but his expression didn’t change. 

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he was at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure whether an apology would help. Still, it was better than nothing. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to happen.” he said, his voice softer than ever. It made my heart melt. 

“It’s okay-” 

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” he said, clearly beating himself up about it. 

“I’m not.” I reply, softly smiling. My tears have dried up now. “I was just overwhelmed.” 

He looked up, his ears reacting to the words I just spoke. He was questioning what I meant. 

I pressed my thighs together a little. Being around them for so long had my pussy throbbing and I was struggling to hide my arousal. After being burdened with anger and everything else I felt, I needed a release. 

They needed one too. Ever since the incident in the forest, both men discovered that they felt needier. It was already a lot for them in their new body but now that they knew you, they craved you. 

Mansk was standing close to me and had picked up my scent once the door had closed behind them. He was able to ignore it for a while but it hit him again now. And this time it was much stronger. 

His eyes grew darker the longer he gazed at your small figure. Seeing you rub your thighs together made him let out a groan. 

Mansk stepped closer to you, pressing himself against you even though you were half his height. His tail caressed your waist while he leaned down a little. 

“Ya' smell so good.” he practically purred. I felt the vibrations from his body flow into me and the excitement shot straight to my core. 

God, I loved them. I leaned my head back against Mansk and stared up at him, admiring him. 

Miles caught up on what was happening. He had smelled my scent before too. That’s also what partially spurred him on to want to use the belt on you. Now, seeing you in front of him, your cheeks flushed red again and you breathing heavily, he felt himself drawn to you. 

Your sweet, feminine scent awoke something primal and feral inside both men. Remembering what happened the last time you all felt this way, got everyone feeling more impatient. They had gotten a taste of you and now they couldn’t get enough. 

“Fuck…” Miles groaned, breathing heavier through his parted lips while watching how Mansk caressed your body. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart…let me make it up to you.” Miles said, keeping his voice low while walking over to you. He took one of your hands in his, making sure you accepted him in your space before going any further. 

My pupils were blown wide and I looked up at him, ready for him to do whatever he wanted with me. I nod, humming in agreement. Mansk gently let go of me while Miles guided me back to the desk. He left the belt on the ground where he stood. 

His hands held me up by my waist and he effortlessly placed me on top of the hard polished wood. Miles placed either of his hands on the outside of my thighs, leaning his body against the desk and facing me. Mansk didn’t want to lose the sensation of me against his body so he stood behind me, helping me sit upright. I noticed that he had taken his shirt off, and it was his warm soft skin pressing against me. Well as soft as his huge pecs and rock-hard abs can get. 

Miles noticed how I melted into his soldier's naked upper body and then saw how my eyes raked over his bare arms and broad shoulders. 

He pulled away a little, straightening his posture in front of me and peeling his own tank top off. I bit my lip, my glossy eyes admiring every bit of Quaritch’s body.

“Someone likes what she’s seein’.” Miles chuckles with a shit-eating grin. “What? Never seen proper men before?” he asked, teasing me. Mansk chuckled against my neck, enjoying how I reacted to them. 

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Sure, I have seen other men. Not in a sexual way, but I’ve seen enough to know that Miles and Mansk looked exceptionally good. I just slightly nodded my head ‘no’ and that really gave them a big ego boost. They seemed to know what I meant. 

“We’ll make you feel soo good.” Mansk cooed into my ear while Quaritch leaned forward again, grinning at me.  

He traced his fingers up one of my legs and caressed my thigh before taking the cloth of my panties between his fingers and examining it. 

“Cute.” he mumbled, his touch making goosebumps rise on my skin. Mansk was struggling to hold himself back and started getting very touchy. He was playing with my top, tugging at the cloth. I smiled at his eagerness, turning my head to him. 

He looked at me for permission and I nodded, raising my arms into the air as he pulled the clothing over my head. 

Quaritch’s hand was dangerously close to my core, but he gave his teasing a pause to be able to take in the sight of my almost bare body. 

“Pretty.” Mansk whispered behind me into my ear. His head was above my right shoulder and he was looking down at the newly exposed skin, letting his hands travel around my waist and up my chest. 

Miles hummed in agreement, his hands now parting my legs so that he could stand in between them, preventing them from closing again. 

He traced his finger over my clothed crotch, rubbing me through my panties. I let out a shaky sigh, leaning back against Mansk who was more than happy to embrace me. 

All of us were growing impatient so Miles pulled my underwear down my legs without any hesitation. Mansk swiftly undid my bra and let it fall off my chest, throwing it to the side. I was completely naked in front of them once again. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” Miles said, unable to look away from me. 

Mansk pressed his face into the side of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. I looked at both of them and noticed how their pupils were dilated too. Their eyes were a lot darker. 

Before I knew it, Quaritch got down on his knees in front of me and started kissing up my thigh. My breathing hitched and I froze, unable to tear my eyes from him. 

Mansk kept me grounded, his hands now holding my breasts and kneading them, honestly, more for his own pleasure than mine. 

Quaritch buried his face into the soft fleshy skin of my thigh and inhaled just like Mansk. My scent was stronger than ever to them, making them needier. 

His fingers then started to rub me gently, sliding between my folds and I gasped, letting out a whine while biting down on my lip. 

I watched Miles, needing to feel his tongue and mouth on me so badly. 

“What do ya' want, baby?” he asked, grinning up at me while gently taking my legs and putting them over his broad shoulders. 

“Please, stop teasing…” I whine. “ I need to feel you. Please.” 

“Alright, alright…” Miles gave in, pleased with my answer. He then moved closer and I felt his flat tongue lick up my dripping pussy firmly. Then again and again. 

I let out a high-pitched moan, arching my back off of Mansk’s body. Mansk growled against me, loving the noises I made. I throw my head back against his shoulder, clenching my eyes closed. 

“No, baby. Ya' need to watch.” Mansk whispers, kissing my cheek and wrapping his whole hand around my throat. He pushes his shoulder forward, forcing me to look down at what the Colonel is doing to me. 

Quaritch had wrapped both his arms around my thighs to keep me in place and prevent me from even trying to pull away. 

He circles his tongue around my clit, before being unable to control himself any longer. The sweet taste that he has been craving was flooding his sense and he growled, burying his face into my cunt. 

I gasp and whine out, wrapping my arms around Mansk’s neck, trying to hold on to something to keep me from drifting away. 

“Oh…fuck- Miles.” I moan and watch how his tail happily sways from side to side, his ears perking up when he hears his name. 

Mansk is peppering kisses down my neck and leaning over me, accessing my bare chest, while Miles is eating me out like a starved man. He hums against me and the vibrations make me feel sensitive, instinctively making me pull away but Quaritch just tugs me even closer. My eyes start to show me a blurry vision and I feel how close I already am. 

I tell myself I can hold it a little longer, but then Miles shoves his tongue inside me, starting to relentlessly tongue fuck my pussy. 

I let out a moan at the noise level of a scream and Mansk’s hand flies to cover my mouth again. 

I start to repeat to Miles that I’m close but everything is muffled by the big blue hand, cupping my face. 

Before I can even process another thought, I feel the built-up tension in me explode. I clench my eyes shut after Mansk sees them roll to the back of my head and my trembling thighs clench around Miles’ head. 

Quaritch helps me ride out my high and I feel him grin while continuing to eat me out. Once I loosen my grip around him and manage to gasp for air again, Miles cleans me up with his tongue, not letting anything drip down on the desk. He then pulls away, licking his lips. I get a glance at his white sharp fangs. I don’t know what it is, but their fangs have me under some spell. 

Mansk let go of my throat and I let my head fall back on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief and exhaustion. 

Miles got up, looking all happy and proud of himself. “How did that feel, huh sugar?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to my other cheek. I let out a breathy chuckle. The teasing was never-ending.

“So good…” I whisper and his grin widens. 

“That’s what I thought.” 

Mansk had gently lifted me and moved me further up the desk. He sat down on it next to me, his legs not hanging off the edge though. 

I let my eyes rake over his ripped torso and let out a shaky breath. 

“So pretty…” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed again. Miles chuckled at my reaction while Mansk just wanted to cover me in kisses. My praise was something he took to heart. Both of them knew they looked good, but you saying things like that flattered them. 

Mansk smirked, glad you were satisfied.

“C'mere an' help me out, will ya'?” he asked, smiling. My gaze moved from his torso to his eyes, to his pants and I saw how his dick was pressing against the fabric. He had been trying to relieve himself a little by rutting into my back but it didn’t help. He needed to feel me around him. I look between his crotch up to him again. 

“Can I?” I ask, feeling a little shy. I knew he just asked me to but I still felt a little unsure. 

Mansk chuckled, dropping his head forward before returning his gaze to me again. 

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.” he said, encouraging me. I scooted closer to him and he leaned back on his outstretched arms, watching my small fingers fiddle with his belt. He decided to look at my face again, to see how red I got and how I was nervously trying to undo his belt. I must have never done this to anyone else before. 

I managed to open the belt and then moved my fingers to his fly, unzipping it with a bit of struggle because of the way his aching cock stretched the fabric. I then opened the button at the top and pulled his pants down his slim hips a bit more. His cock sprung free and he let out a sigh of relief because he felt so painfully hard. 

I whimpered, staring with wide eyes at his blue dick. It didn’t look abnormal to me at all. I felt so drawn to him I wanted to touch it. 

Carefully, I reached out and gently wrapped my hand around him. We watched how it didn’t wrap around it all the way and the size difference seemed to awaken a new kink in us. 

Mansk let out a shaky breath, his lips parting a little when he felt my hand on him. I softly stroked him, knowing he needed more but I wanted to explore. 

He was in fact too needy to let me continue and his hands found my waist as he pulled me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thick thighs. 

I was surprised by his actions and held onto muscley shoulders for support. Mansk rested his hands on my hips and I slowly sat down on his thighs, his hard dick in between us. It was leaning against my stomach, showing exactly how deep in me he could be if it were physically possible. If my organs wouldn’t be in the way. His dick was throbbing and the tip reached just below my chest. His eyes were fixed on me and seemed completely mesmerised by the size difference we had. 

But Mansk knew it was possible for me to take most of him. I managed last time.

One of his hands slipped down and he ran his fingers through my sensitive folds, his eyes widening when he felt how wet I was. I flinched a little, still sensitive from the orgasm Mies gave me and he smiled, pulling it away and licking the slick off his finger, groaning.

“Ride me, hot stuff.” Mansk spoke out, his voice failing to hide his neediness. 

Miles came up behind me and I noticed that I no longer felt his pants against me but this time his dick pressed against my lower back. I wanted to turn around and ask what his plan was. No way could they both fit in my pussy. I would probably die. 

Then his hand was in between my legs again and I squeezed Mansk’s shoulders, flinching away. 

He softly shushed me, cupping my cheek and gently running his thumb over my flushed skin. I locked eyes with him again, noticing how he was looking at me in adoration too and not just lust.

Quaritch had gathered up my cum and started lubricating his dick with it. I broke the beautiful eye contact with Mansk to glance over my shoulder and see what the Colonel was doing. 

Miles saw my concern and pressed his warm torso against my bare back, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. 

��Don’t you worry sweetheart. We’ll make sure ya' feel good. Remember?” Miles cooed, rubbing my skin soothingly. Oddly enough, I trusted him. Both of them. 

I take a deep breath, facing forward again and nodding. 

“Let us take care of it.” Mansk added, his head tilted to the side a little. 

I smile, whispering out a soft “Okay.”.

Mansk leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before his hands found my waist again and he lifted me a little. I continued to hold him for support, still slightly worried about what was to come. I didn’t know what to expect from them.

Mansk moved one of his hands and grasped his dick, stroking it a few times before aligning it with my entrance. 

I held my breath and let him guide me down on him. I felt his tip press against my entrance and with a little more pressure, it penetrated me. Slowly, he pushed himself inside me. Mansk pulled me closer to him and I was basically hugging him, resting my head on his shoulder while he did the same on mine. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck again to muffle the soft moan he let out at the new feeling. 

The way my pussy tightly hugged his aching hard cock made Mansk lose his mind, but he managed to contain himself so that he wouldn’t hurt you. 

I whimpered against his hot skin, my fingers digging into his back. He didn’t want to bottom me out, but he lowered me onto him until he was pressing against my cervix. 

“Good girl.” he whispered his praise into my ear, making me want to please him more. The praise excited me to the point I subconsciously clenched around him and Mansk took note of that. 

He held me for a while, letting me adjust and get used to him. 

Meanwhile, Miles had stroked himself ready, feeling painfully hard as well. He knew that what he was about to do might be too much for you, but he had to try. It also excited him a little more and he didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing. 

He lined himself up behind me and I felt his wet and warm tip press up against my ass. My eyes went wide and I wanted to turn around but then he started to push into me as well and my mouth fell open. I couldn’t say anything, I just held onto Mansk for dear life again. I felt bad for digging my nails into his back but he seemed to like it. 

I squeaked out when he continued to push in and Miles stopped when he was halfway inside me. 

My mouth was agape and I gasped, my entire body tensing. 

“It’s okay.” Mansk cooed, rubbing my back a little while Miles groaned in pleasure, loving the way I squeezed him. 

“You’re doing so well, sugar. So good.” Miles mumbled with half-lidded eyes. I relaxed a little into their touch, focusing on my breathing and on my goal to please them. 

After a minute or two my neediness was overpowering the discomfort I felt and I rolled my hips into Mansk. 

His ears perked up and he removed his head from my shoulder, looking into my eyes with mischief. 

“It’s okay now.” I say softly, almost having it sound like a whisper. Mansk nods and his hands return to your hips. Miles pats my back and lets me raise my hips off of them a little with the help of Mansk’s grip before lowering myself back down. My mouth is still open and I struggle to keep my breathing even while Mansk has his lips firmly pressed together and his eyebrows furrowed. Miles is biting his lip, his fangs showing again. 

I start to finally feel good and manage to relax a little more. Each time I lower my hips, I roll them a little to increase the sensations for both men. 

Mansk supports my movements, helping me increase my speed. 

Behind me Miles throws his head back, his hands gripping my waist, slightly above Mansk’s hands and he lets out a breathy groan. Mansk’s eyes are focused on where we are connected and eventually, he starts to lose himself. 

“Atta girl.” Mansk says, lightly spanking my thigh and I whimper. Feeling so full has me feeling all hazy and faint. I let my hand wander down his chest which sparkled in the light with his light spots illuminating the beads of sweat on his skin. I fumbled with his dog tag before taking it into my hand and closing my palm around it. I used it and his shoulders to steady myself. 

Mansk found this incredibly hot. Maybe next time, he would make you wear his chain. 

Miles starts pulling me down a little harsher onto him while Mansk starts rutting up into me. I feel like a ragdoll and realise I won’t be able to sit straight soon anymore. 

The tightness Miles is feeling is clouding his mind with pleasure and he is unable to stop fucking into my ass. His orgasm comes faster than expected and soon he throws his head back again, his mouth falling open as he empties his balls deep into me. I cry out a little at the feeling and feel him slowly pull out of me. Miles is resting against the other side of the desk, regaining his breath while Mansk focuses on making both of us cum. My legs are giving out and I am no longer able to move my hips off of his dick. Modern problems require modern solutions. 

Mansk scoops me up, stilling our movements and gently laying me down on the desk. My hips are on the edge where he is now standing, making sure he is still deep inside me. 

He leans down, resting his upper body on his elbows and arms before he resumes our fast pace. I arch my back into him and moan, which drives him crazy and he can’t help but speed up his hip movements. 

“Holy shit- Mansk…” I moan, my arms returning to his back, scratching down his shoulders. His arm reaches for my thigh, lifting it up and holding it against his hip. 

I feel my second orgasm approaching and I start to clench around him. Mansk moans again, unable to keep the noises to himself anymore and drops his head down on my upper chest. I cradle his head with one hand while holding onto his back. 

“Mansk- I’m gonna…” I trail off, wanting to let him know I’m close. 

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” he groans, running his big hand up and down my thigh. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

I nod hastily, wrapping my other leg around his waist and pulling him a little deeper into me. After a few more thrusts, I start to see stars again, my back arching into his chest and my legs trembling around him. 

Mansk rides out my orgasm before finally cumming as well, thrusting into me one final time, a little harder and burying himself as deep into me as possible. He releases his hot white ropes of cum deep into me and I hold his tensed body to ground him while he is overtaken by euphoria and bliss. 

We stay like that for a while, regaining our breath until Mansk lifts himself up. My legs and arms fall limp to the sides of the desk and I roll over a little, regaining control over my body with the pleasure gone. 

Mansk rests his hand on my abdomen and slowly pulls out of me. 

“You okay?” he asks, gently rearranging my legs into a comfortable position. 

“Yeah.” I reply smiling. I crane my neck and look over at Quaritch who is smirking down at me, wearing his pants again. 

“You did so well, baby.” Miles said, walking over to where I lay, while Mansk put his pants back on. Mansk returned to my other side with my clothes and both of them helped me get dressed. 

I accepted their help and got up from the desk after being dressed again. My legs happened to be trembling again so Mansk kept his arm around me while Miles was ready to open the door and turn off the light. 

That's when I remembered that I didn't know where we were going. 

"Please don't leave me again…" I said, hopefully looking up at both men. 

Miles turned away from the door and sighed. 

"I don't want to go back in there." I continue, my voice cracking a bit. 

Mansk and Quaritch looked at each other, not exchanging words. They didn't want to bring you back either. It would be cruel to do this to you and then leave you. It would hurt them as well, seeing you back in that cold empty room. 

But they knew they couldn't set you free just like that. The best they could do was transfer you to the smaller facility which they had prepared for you. It wasn't ideal but it was an improvement. 

Either way, all of you knew that they couldn't keep you captive forever. 

Miles and Mansk would let you go if their jobs and lives didn't depend on it because they value your well-being and freedom. 

Then again, they hoped that if that happens, you would return to them so they could see you again. 

"We'll take you to the place Mansk and I prepared. It's a little nicer." Miles says. I let my head drop a little in disappointment but then again I myself knew they couldn't just set me free. 

I look up at Miles and nod but both men sense my sadness. 

"We're still working on finding a solution." Quaritch added and Mansk nodded, backing up his statement. 

"We promise it'll all be okay soon." Mansk said, his hand holding my waist and gently pulling me into his side. 

"Okay." I reply, happy that I'm at least leaving the room I've been stuck in for almost two weeks. 

With that, Miles turns the light off and opens the door, checking whether the air is clear. 

Eventually, we made it out of the building and after half an hour of flying, we arrived at the spot they prepared. 

They were right, it was nicer.

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[atthusen]

Void Success (??)

TLDR: I procrastinated my way into the void 2 times

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So I was reading Void Success stories and got determined to enter the void, I spent 2 hours reading success stories and getting distracted by adding things to my manifestation list, which at this point in time is formatted like a wiki, with more than 5.350 files, and more than 30.000 words.

So anyways, I don't know where I was going with this, so I'll write this success here, for myself, so that I may not forget it happened.

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I went to sleep at 21:15, 05/08/2023, and set up an alarm for 03:30, 06/08/2023, (6 hours and 15 minutes away)

Then, I laid on my back, started my routine, didn't follow it properly, gave up, and started to daydream

I did not keep track of time and did not affirm more than 15 times

I did not stay completely still, I tossed and turned till I was satisfied, then I stopped

I continued to daydream, and suddenly, void symptoms arrived: pressure on my forehead, my hands vanished, I could not feel them my feet and legs started to go numb, noise on my ears, felt like I was floating.

I got scared by the void symptoms and got up

I went back to sleep, said to myself "I am going to wake up in the void anyways", and started to daydream till I fell asleep

I woke up in the void, maybe a few hours before my alarm went off

I did not process that I was in the void

I was in the void state for a few seconds at most

I did not think at all, I just got out of the state, and tried to go back to sleep

I realized what I did and just said to myself "It doesn't matter, I can enter again", and went back to sleep

The alarm went off, I woke up

I picked up my headphones, started the subliminal, felt some symptoms, and gave up in record time (<67 minutes)

Went back to sleep

I woke up again, feeling some void symptoms, and moved

I went back to sleep, and said to myself "It doesn't matter, I can enter again"

Then, I woke up in the void state, again

This time, I stayed in it for a few minutes, and I forgot to manifest

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What I think I learned / Notes:

Entering the void seems to be easy now

Maybe I could enter it if I persist through the symptoms??

Perhaps, if I was not scared by symptoms, I could have entered the void 4 times instead of 2

Procrastination, yes

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Routine

I started to use this routine on 01/08/2023 and used it maybe four times this week, so calling it a routine feels wrong.

I relax my body, just deep breaths *I did not do any of this on this try

I count to 80, sometimes, not always

I use this guided meditation, or just try to copy it from memory

I put on a subliminal, sometimes, not always

I start affirming, mostly variations of "I Always Wake up in the void" and whatever comes to mind

At some point, I stop affirming and start to daydream till I fall asleep or give up, get up, and go do something else

The subliminals I use Slade's Shifting Brew v2, Slipping Away Like Sand v2, or The Mirage - Void State

I don't even know what I'm writing anymore; I'm just happy to have entered the void state.

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU (Chapter 15)

SummarySimon and (Y/N) get close before getting some unfortunate news

Warnings: Oral sex, mentioning of boundaries and people not respecting boundaries.

Author note:

Heyoooooo, it has been a while, things have honestly been mundane here, I just started school and bought Baldurs gate 3 which I have already gotten almost 400 hours in it since august, so sorry for not really posting but I kinda forgot midst school and gaming. I was stuck on where to take this story for a good few weeks, again so sorry. I cant in any way promise consistancy but I will try and post more often.

Thank you so much to the folk who were concerned and all your kind comments that you have left, it truly truly makes my day so much better whenever I read any comment you post.

Word count 1.9K

Ghost awoke feeling the spot in bed cold. He sighed, this was by far a too-common occurrence over these last 4 days, they would be leaving soon. (Y/N) would have Simon fully at his mercy again. Ghost knew he had to fight against it, and so did Simon, yet neither of him wanted to, no matter how much Ghost screamed and yelled that (Y/N) Price was nothing more than a slippery snake with venom-coated fangs, neither Simon nor Ghost was particularly eager to displease this new owner. 

John Price himself had been strict but Simon always knew there was some part of him that regretted what had happened that night, it didn’t take a fool to see just how much he was being shown that he really shouldn’t be shown or seen, even for the bodyguard of John Price. 

Simon opened his eyes as (Y/N) entered the bedroom, he sat up slightly, propped up on only his arms, his back ached from this position, but he wasn’t going to sit up further. “Did we get the go-ahead?” Simon asked, his voice deep and groggy, betraying any calmness he may have hoped to not show. 

(Y/N) slipped into bed, Simon found himself lying down with his head on (Y/N)’s chest, he was far too comfortable in this position, far too exposed but that didn’t matter, this was… well he couldn’t call it safe, but it was nice. 

“Hmm, we leave in the morning, I said goodbye to Arthur, he leaves on a small trip towards the store to stock up on bulk buys. He won’t be there in the morning.” (Y/N) said with a slight sigh. 

“You sound almost sad at that, love,” Simon said.

“He is an old friend. He is my Soap.” (Y/N) said and Simon fully understood that, a bond he couldn’t explain to no other. Not romantic despite desperately trying it. He hoped (Y/N) wouldn’t be another Soap. “I am happy to see him and sad to leave, but we both know we won’t see each other much if at all after this.” (Y/N) said, disappointed. “Maybe at the opposite ends of a gun.” 

“You think he will kill you?” Ghost asked. 

“If he gets paid a lot, maybe, I won’t fault him for that. It’s the business.” (Y/N) said with a slight shrug. He absentmindedly ran a hand through Simon’s hair. “Your hair is getting long, I like it.” 

Simon leaned into his touch, slowly getting lulled to sleep by it. When he awoke again, (Y/N) was sleeping as well. Simon closed his eyes and felt sleep embrace him for a few moments before (Y/N) woke him up.  

Getting back onto the road meant one thing, medical attention. (Y/N) took over as driver and drove up towards northern Europe, (Y/N) took backroads and at times they slept in the car or in shitty cheap cash-only hotels, whatever the route was, they were not hurrying for time. It was almost a week later of this, when they finally arrived in their Swedish cabin, having almost completely blown past Denmark on the way up, only stopping a few moments for his wrist to be checked and taken care of. Simon looked to where (Y/N) was making a fire and yearned for them to get away from this life of running, but they were finally here, fully just alone and for once, without anything or anyone to worry about, a mutually distant place in a mutually distant country. 

The cabin was small and comfortable, though without running water or electronics, they had a generator for their phones and a small camping stow, all they would ever need. Simon laid his head down on the pillow of the queen-sized bed, it was tugged in the corner of the small cabin, only one room, perfect for laying low. 

(Y/N) glanced at him and smiled. Simon sat up as the other walked over, his arms found a way around his waist as he pulled him in. Simon kissed his stomach before looking up at him. “You haven't pushed yourself onto me,” Simon said softly. 

“Why would I?” (Y/N) asked. “You are a person, no one deserves that and if I must cum, well I have a perfectly fine hand that can get me off.” 

Simon chuckled at that, a small smile on his face. “You are making me more confident by the hour, that's a dangerous thing.” 

This time it was (Y/N)’s turn to chuckle. He placed his arms around Simon’s shoulders. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm, once I realise I am a handsome bastard then there is no stopping me,” Simon said. 

“Well, that just means that my Simon will be the fiercest and most dangerous man around.” (Y/N) leaned down and kissed him passionately.

Simon groaned against the kiss. “You want me to be that? To be confident and not just another thing like that König you fucked?” He asked before standing up, his arms still wrapped firmly around (Y/N). 

“Aye, I do. I love a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid to either ask for it or take it.” (Y/N) said with a smirk. 

“My hand is still busted,” Simon said before backing (Y/N) up against the wall, (Y/N)’s back hit it roughly before their lips met. 

(Y/N) groaned lightly but returned the kiss, he didn’t fight this display of confidence that Simon was showing, despite (Y/N) being a power top, this confidence was very attractive and very different from what he had seen so far from Simon. 

Their kiss lasted a while as they let hands roam and map each other's bodies, both seeking comfort in the movements. 

(Y/N) pulled away and bit his lip before looking at Simon. “How far?” 

Simon hesitated before walking over and sitting on the bed, he spread his legs. “I don’t feel comfortable with penetration….” 

(Y/N) walked over and hummed. “Oral?” He knelt down, gently rubbing Simon’s legs. “You on the receiving end.” 

“If I say stop at any point, will you stop?” The confidence washed away to vulnerability. 

(Y/N)’s smile softened. “Of course, Si, if you ever get uncomfortable, even with kissing, tell me and I will stop. Even just holding your hand or touching you in any manner.” 

Simon smiled at that and nodded. “Okay, let's try.” 

(Y/N) reached up and cupped his cheeks before kissing him, his eyes fluttering close as he felt Simon respond to the kiss. He felt him kiss back, their lips parting easily, (Y/N)’s tongue explored Simon’s mouth, Simon didn’t fight against it, his trust in (Y/N) was unwavering. 

(Y/N) pulled away only to kiss down Simon’s neck, leaving behind faint hickeys. They pulled apart for just long enough to discard the shirt and remove the belt. (Y/N) looked up at Simon as he palmed his growing erection, there were no signs of hesitance so far. “You are doing so well for me.” (Y/N) praised, his head tilting slightly before he undid the pants button. With some combined effort they managed to pull the pants and underwear down to Simon’s ankles. (Y/N) situated himself better before grabbing some lube from the bag next to the bed. He coated his hand before giving Simon’s cock a few strokes, getting it erect.

(Y/N) wasted no time before wrapping his lips around the head, he hollowed his cheeks out before slowly going all the way down, his tongue working expertly to hit all the right spots. Simon felt the wet warmth of (Y/N)’s mouth and moaned, his body was growing hotter by the second.

(Y/N) didn’t hold back, he bottomed out expertly, his nose hit Simon’s pubes, causing Simon to moan even louder, he was suddenly glad they were miles away from anyone or anything. 

As (Y/N) moved up and down his tongue massaged every pleasurable part. He removed a hand from Simon’s thigh to fondle his balls, causing Simon to moan even louder. 

Simon was in the clouds, no one had ever just focused on his pleasure, he placed a hand in (Y/N)’s hair, though he didn’t push down in any manner, the pleasure was too good, he was lost, no matter what he wanted to say it never came out. 

Simon felt a familiar knot form in his stomach. He moaned even louder as he struggled to find his words to warn (Y/N).

(Y/N) saw him and hummed in satisfaction, ignoring his own throbbing cock. Simon groaned at that, causing (Y/N) to feel pride in his own ability to please Simon. 

Simon didn’t hold out much longer, the vibrations, the warmth and the way (Y/N)’s tongue moved was pure bliss, he tapped (Y/N)’s head moments before he came. Simon’s salty hot cum sprayed down (Y/N)’s throat, which (Y/N) drank down without a problem. He pulled away and kissed Simon. “You did so well, I am so proud of you.” 

Simon barely registered the words, he was still riding the high from cumming. “You are amazing.” He chuckled cum drunk. 

(Y/N) chuckled and stood up, he helped Simon get dressed again before laying down with him. “Are you feeling less stressed?” 

Simon nodded. “Yes, thank you and thank you for not doing anything I didn’t want.” 

“Si, I would never, I may be an assassin, but I am not a monster.” (Y/N) said.

Simon chuckled and leaned his forehead against his. “You are painfully hard against my thigh, may I?” Simon asked. 

(Y/N) hummed. “Sure, if you want.” 

“I would love nothing more~,” Simon said.

—

The first few days of the cabin were quiet, almost exactly like their initial cabin but this time more intimate, neither man initiated anything sexual beyond those initial blow jobs, they were content with each other's company, and they needed nothing more. At least not for now. They had each other. 

(Y/N) awoke to find his phone blaring the British national anthem. He rolled over, ignoring the way Simon groaned before picking up the phone. He hummed as sleep still had a hold on him. “(Y/N).” 

‘Hey boy, we have this mess cleared up faster than we intended.’ His father's voice would normally have been a welcomed tone, yet it was like ice filled his veins. ‘Are you able to fly home as soon as possible?’ 

His mouth felt impossibly dry. “Yeah, no yeah, that’s good, I will see about booking some tickets home, we shouldn’t have any problems.” He said. 

‘Good, we need to get you up to speed on everything.” Price said before hanging up, undoubtedly very busy despite it being ass o’clock in the morning. Simon wrapped his arms around (Y/N). “Hey?” 

“We have to go home.” 

“Oh.” 

(Y/N) laid down and wrapped his arms around Simon. “I don’t know the situation or how open we can be.” (Y/N) said before placing a hand on Simon’s cheek, his thumb brushed across the scars. 

“No matter what happens, my loyalty is to you,” Simon said, fully just closing his eyes. He had thought there was no other choice but Price, that he wasn’t worthy of living unless he served Price and attempted to work off his debt, yet (Y/N) had branded Simon as his own with the necklace and had shown him more kindness then he had ever experienced before, no matter how much Simon knew that in the end he was simply being used, he was still going to worship the ground (Y/N) walked on, he would burn the world for (Y/N) if asked, fully loyal like a dog to its master. 

(Y/N) smiled at that, he kissed Simon’s forehead. “And I will do anything in my power to protect you, Si. I won’t let my father hurt you.” 

“I love you too,” Simon said softly. 

“Now, let's get some breakfast and catch a plane.” (Y/N) chuckled. “We can handle whatever England throws at us, no matter what, we have survived everything so far, eh?”

Simon chuckled. “Yes, yes we can.” 

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[rmd-writes]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks @liminalmemories21 @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags! It's been a minute since I've done a version of this game

1. How many works do you have an AO3? 92

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 678,345 but that includes a bunch of collabs and co-written fics so not all of those words are mine. I never tracked my actual word count, but at a guess I'd say at least 150,000 of those words aren't my own

3. What fandoms do you write for? Red, White & Royal Blue, 911 Lone Star and, theoretically, Schitt's Creek although it's been a very long time since I've written any SC fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? leaving out the multi-author collabs that I've contributed a chapter to, I am unsurprised that these are all RWRB fics:

Everybody needs good neighbours | RWRB | E | neighbours au | 14.3k

to the victor, the spoils | RWRB | E | lawyer au | 19.4k

yours for the afternoon | RWRB | T | coffee shop meet cute | 4.6k

What, like it's hard? | RWRB | E | lawyer au prequel | 65.1k

this one surprised me because I haven't actually checked my stats in ages:

Are You Screwing With Me? | RWRB | E | grindr au | 6.5k

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to! I'm not particularly punctual about it though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? The only fic(let) I've ever written with an angsty(ish) ending hasn't been published and I'm not sure it ever will, but it's the result of @howtosingit saying something like, "whatever you do, don't imagine that the Huntington's test went the other way and the ending of Queen Charlotte."

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? all of them? idk they all have happy endings, maybe What, like it's hard? (obligatory A/N to say do not read that fic if you haven't read to the victor, the spoils first, please.)

8. Do you get hate on fics? It's not a regular thing, thankfully.

9. Do you write smut? lol (that's a yes).

Oh actually! Lil bit of railmedaddy lore: when I first started writing SC fic and chose my ao3 name (which was inspired by Dan Levy's appearance on SNL), it was meant to be a joke because railmedaddy was never ever going to write smut, didn't think she'd be capable of ever doing that, actually. That lasted all of ... maybe 6 months.

10. Do you write crossovers? The closest I've ever come is this snippet in response to an ask about how and where David, Patrick, Alex, Henry, Carlos and TK might meet.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Make the Yuletide Gay (Tarlos) was translated into simplified Chinese. I was honoured that anyone would want to go to the trouble of doing that!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes, with @welcometololaland my beloved 💖 and I love doing it because it's so much fun

Call Me (By My Name) | Tarlos | E | phone sex au | 65.5k

(Un)professional Services | Tarlos | E | lawyer/accountant au | 63.3k

I do have a bunch of other collaborations, but they're not co-written per se, in that we each wrote a chapter but didn't necessarily write the whole thing together.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm not sure that there's anything in actual WIP form with words on the page that I both want to finish and don't think I will? There are a lot of ideas that I'd like to write but don't think will ever actually happen.

16. What are your writing strengths? Someone tell me, please. Thinking about comments on my fics and the things that I actually like writing (I think my writing is better when I'm really enjoying it), it's probably banter and smut with feelings.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? World building, pretty metaphors and similes. I think my writing is repetitive so don't look too closely, especially if you read my fics in more than one fandom.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If it's in character, then why not? The times I have included substantial Spanish dialogue, I have a native Spanish speaker look over it and help with translations because I don't want to rely on google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Schitt's Creek

20. Favorite fics you've written? The collabs with Lola I linked ^^, The Grindr Toolbox: A Guide to Getting Nailed series is something that I had so much fun with and I'm very proud of, who am i if i can't carry it all aka June fic which I poured my heart and soul into, I don't think there's any other fic I've written that has so much of myself in it, this year i will fall which is my RWRB Hallmark Christmas fic.

tagging @welcometololaland @kiwiana-writes (mostly to make you compliment yourself again ily) @indestructibleheart @three-drink-amy @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses @heartstringsduet @orchidscript + open tag

[nuwho20zine]

NuWho Zine: Character Tracker 👀👯

Hi everyone!

I decided to put my nerd cap on today and, as I was putting together some things for the zine, decided to look into what kind of works we have so far. I thought I'd share with you all, so I hope you enjoy!!

1. General Stats

We so far have 29 works lined up: 15 fan arts (52%), 10 fanfictions (34%) and 4 works of written non-fiction (this may be analysis, essays, etc) (14%). This feels like a nice balance for me, and I'd be pretty happy if this is the balance of different types of works ae have for the final zine.

Pretty much all of these are character-focused, so here are some pretty graphs for you all:

(2) Character Breakdown

So, as you can see, Nine, Ten and Twelve are the ones who are coming in the strongest. However, in terms of companions, the Ponds are winning by far! This may be because, after the initial submissions, there weren't any Ponds pieces and some people who didn't have a concrete idea yet decided to feature them; they mostly feature them together, though - we don't have many/any pieces of Amy or Rory (or River) solo.

Most pieces feature two or more chracters. So far, the only character centric pieces I have jotted down are for Clara, Twelve, Fifteen (maybe), and the Master.

(3) What This Means

Like promised, in July I will open a form for submissions. I strongly encourage people who want to participate to start thinking about what they'd like to do, because you'll have to provide that when signing up. I'm counting on accepting about 15-20 people/pieces and, since this isn't a submissions-based zine, these will be first come, first serve.

I really want all works to be artist-led, ie, you get to draw/write/whatever whatever it is you desire. However, I would also like the zine to be somewhat balanced in terms of character representations, so in the name of compromise, please keep that in mind!! Here are some ideas for pieces:

Pieces focusing on a single character, especially those that have less submissions;

Episodes/seasons/story arc analysis or commentaries;

Analysis of specific aspects of NuWho;

Personal essays (for example, focusing on an aspect of Doctor Who you love, how you got into it, etc);

Fanarts that are episode-focused (in particular, I'd really love a piece about the 50th and/or the 60th anniversaries, since they were such big fandom events);

Non-character-centric pieces: pieces focusing on the TARDIS, or DW monsters, or planets, or the Time War, or regeneration - other aspects of the DW universe in general beyond the characters.

I'll also be open to one or two pieces that focus on NuWho spin-offs rather than NuWho itself, since I do consider them part of the over-arching NuWho Universe (looking at you, Torchwood girlies!!!).

In terms of characters, we're really missing Thirteen-era pieces and I know the 13 fans are out there, so this is your chance!! We're also with low numbers of Jack, specific Masters (most Master pieces are about the character in general, not focused on a specific Master), Bill, River, and 11-Era Clara.

I also really encourage people to submit pieces about minor characters: give me the Tylers/Joneses/Nobles/Sundays family portraits! Give me Mickey, or Ten's one-offs, or Jenny, or Alonso! Give me Jenny, Vastra and Strax! Give me the Moment, War Doctor, Fugitive Doctor! Give me Nardole, Rogue, Wilfred, Rose Noble, Lady Me, or whoever else I am missing here that you love and want to feature!

Finally, I also have two artists who would like to establish a colab: in particular, I'm looking for a writer that feels comfortable writing various characters of NuWho (but 13 and Yaz in particular), and an artist who loves Rose and Tentoo. If that is you, feel free to reach out whenever so that we can talk (no need go wait for July!!)

That is all! Hope you've enjoyed this longer post. Ahhh, I'm so excited to this come together 💛💛

[hbyrde36]

Writers 20 questions tag game!!

Tagged by @devondespresso, thanks friend!

And @sidekick-hero 💜

I haven't done this one in long enough that I think some answers will be different, so let's give it a go!

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

461,264

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things/Steddie

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hellfire Ink Shelter In Place Times Like These (both versions are neck and neck!) Life is a Game (and True Love is a Trophy) Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to respond to all comments even if it's just emojis. Comments mean SO much and I like to let readers know how much I appreciate them and their words of encouragement!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Though I do write a lot of angst, I'm a happy endings only kinda gal, so not many angsty endings save for one or two very short ficlets. 🤣

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a tough one! As I said above, happy endings only here so there are too many to try and choose between! 'I Don't Think We're In Hawkins Anymore, Big Boy' is probably my most lighthearted work in general, so that one definitely comes to mind. I think the most hard-earned happy ending would be a tie between Times Like These and Life is a Game.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far, and I feel so lucky for that. Fingers crossed it stays that way!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! It tends to be part of larger stories for me. And that's nothing against PWP, I LOVE me some PWP, I don't know if my smut is good enough to stand on it's own like that, but I am getting more comfortable with it! At the end of the day, with Steddie no matter what else the plot contains I'm also writing a romance, and most of the time the smut winds up happening naturally within the story. To me, the boys are almost always down bad for each other on sight, so it's only inevitable that they wind up falling in bed together, one way or another. 😆

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have written two crossover/fusion au's! So far 'I Don't Think We're In Hawkins Anymore, Big Boy' is a Wizard of Oz AU. Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter is an Anita Blake AU

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of! 🤞

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, but I wouldn't mind!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, but with the right partner I think it would be a fun thing to try!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

For now I'll have to say Steddie. It's the first ship I've ever put this much time and energy into.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

At the moment I don't have any real WIPS that I don't fully intend on finishing. Now, I do have a folder full of random ideas, many of the docs within only have a few sentences worth of words and I'm sure many of those will sadly go unwritten.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't know if that's for ME to say, but I THINK I do good dialog and banter. I know when I'm writing the dialog is always what comes easiest, and usually first before the rest of the story.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Rushing/not expanding on some things. I think sometimes I rush through certain areas or aspects of a story that maybe I think will be boring, but would benefit from a little room the breathe.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It wouldn't bother me in reading as long as the dialog is either explained somehow or if I'm just not supposed to know what the character is saying. It hasn't come up in my own writing so I'm not sure how I'd handle that scenario.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This one! Stranger Things/Steddie.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Honestly, I can't choose! BUT there is one I'm very fond of that has for whatever reason VERY low hits. It was my fic for the STWG Hozier Project for the song 'From Eden'. Just a short thing with a 3k word count limit, but I adore it. Honey, You're Familiar

No pressure tags! @pearynice @vecnuthy @griefabyss69 @rocknrollsalad @hornedqueenofhell

@shares-a-vest @soaringornithopter @steddiecameraroll @klausinamarink

[cinmngirlnfr]

I can see you

Billy Hargrove x Y/n

Summary: Y/N works at the arcade and always sees Billy droping Max out, she thinks he's cute. One day, he talks to her.

Another day in the arcade.

Y/n was working there because her mom told her that if she didn't get a job she would no longer be living in the house, is not like she made her daughter pay rent, but she wanted to show her to work hard for things or whatever, the teenager didn't really listen.

-Hi, How can I help you?- she said with a kind smile to the little boy who approached the counter.

-I wanna know how many things I can exchange with this- and he slammed on the counter a big sweaty handful of tickets.

"Great, it's just 4:00 pm and I already have to deal with this shit," she thought to herself.

-Ahhh, how many are there?

-I don't know, count them- he said, how old was this kid, and why was he telling her what to do?

After a few minutes, Y/N finished counting the tickets.

-With 200 tickets you can get a rubber or a popsicle- she said as nicely as she could, that kid was fucking rude, but she didn't need a complaint to the manager, not again.

-Just that? I want a toy car.

-You can not afford that.

-Just give it to me anyway- Kids these days are just a different breed. Y/N remembered when she was about ten years old, and all she felt for teenagers was a deep sense of admiration, respect, and a bit of fear.

-A rubber or a popsicle.- she said annoyed.

-But...

-a rubber or a popsicle or fuck off!- the boy looked at her offended. He was offended? He?

-Fine I'll take the popsicle.

She smiled kindly -Happy days!- she said handing it to him.

She took a deep breath, that was so exhausting, and she still had to do it for the next 4 hours.

-I'm going to take a smoke break- she shouted to her boss. She didn't even smoke, but that way she could justify the 15-minute breaks that she usually took every hour.

She went out of the arcade to take some air, after a while, a car parked close to her, and a redhead girl came out of it pretty pissed.

-I'm coming to pick you up at six, if you are not out here, I'm leaving without you- Said a male voice coming from the inside of the car.

-¡Fuck off!- the read head shouted and the car left there at a speed way too fast to be driving in a parking lot.

"What an asshole," she thought, "poor girl".

After the redhead entered the arcade, Y/N went right after her and got back to work.

After that day, Y/N started noticing the redhead girl more often, but also she started to notice the guy who usually dropped her off.

Yes, it would appear that he was an asshole, but at the same time, he was really cute. It was hard for Y/N to not notice the tight jeans he normally wore.

"After all, I don't have to talk to him while I fuck him," she thought "So what if he is a jerk? I'm kind of a jerk, who am I to judge?" That my friends, it's called Ovulation Cravings, they are very dangerous, you could end up in bed with an asshole.

Of course, she had a major crush on him, but she wasn't gonna do anything about it, she was shy and clumsy. The only thing she could do was fantasize about him cornering her in a dark alley and then fuking her brains out of her.

"Why am I thinking this? I don't even know his name."

One day, Y/N was at the counter checking out a magazine when the blonde guy who usually dropped the red-haired girl came up to her.

-Excuse me- he cleared his throat and looked at her with a superior smile -Do you work here?

-No, I just wear this arcade vest for fashion- Y/N said sarcastically and the guy rolled his eyes.

-I’m looking for my step-sister- he said. Y/N raised an eyebrow -And what should I do about it?- She scoffed.

-Maybe, you could do your job and tell me where she is- he said in a more aggressive manner.

Y/N sighed -Fine, who is your step-sister?- She knew damn well who his sister was, but she didn’t want to seem like a stalker.

-Max Mayfield- Y/N looked away from her magazine and looked at him confused -Do you think I know the names of the clients? Do I look like I give a damn about the name of the clients?

He looked at her annoyed -The read head.

Y/N smirked -sorry, you’ll have to be more specific- she faked kindness.

-Look, I don’t have time for your shit so just tell me where the fuck is my sister- He was clearly annoyed now.

-She left with some kids earlier- she said calmly, she had learned a lot of time ago how to deal with difficult customers. He frowned as he heard her answer -Kids, what kids?- He asked -some nerdy boys that always hang out here…

-Boys?!- The guy was furious now -what boys?!-

-Don’t worry, they are good kids…- Y/N replied calmly -Do you know where they are?- He asked -they were saying something about going to one of the boys's houses- he frowned even more when heard that -Do you know where is this house?- Y/N frowned, how could she possibly know where the kid lived? But then she remembered, the Boy who’s house they were going to was Nancy Wheeler’s brother, Y/N had to go to her house for a school project a few weeks ago, so she knew where it was -Actually I might…

-Okay, you are coming with me- he grabbed her aggressively by the wrists and dragged her out of the arcade -Dude, my shift it’s not over ‘til 8:30!- Y/N protested. -Shut the fuck up, is 8:27- he said looking at his watch.

He got in the car but she didn’t -Get in!- He said pissed -Man, I don’t even know your name!- He rolled his eyes -It’s Billy! Now get in the car!- Y/N looked around, she really didn’t have anything better to do, and she thought that this could be her chance with him -Fine!- She got in the car.

He started driving, super fast, too fast -I’m Y/N by the way…- he didn’t answer -Could you slow down? At this speed, you are gonna end up in jail for vehicular manslaughter and I’m gonna be the victim!- She said a little worried -shut up!- He answered annoyed and drove faster.

After a while they got to the Wheeler’s house, Billy got out of the car and rang the bell, and Y/N stayed in the car.

Around five minutes Later, Billy came back to the car, he seemed even more mad and aggressive -Fuck!- He slammed the steering wheel.

-What happened?- Y/N asked -She went home an hour ago, and my dad picked her up he answered mad, he couldn’t believe nobody told him and that he had to drive to a stranger's house with a stranger in his car for nothing.

-well… this is awkward… could you drive me to my house?- She asked -and why would I do that?- He scoffed -because you kidnapped me…- Y/N chucked. He sighed -… Are you hungry?- He asked -what?- She said confused -I said, are you Hungry?- He was looking at her, but he was very blunt and Kinda rude. Y/N thought for a moment -yeah, actually I am.

He didn’t say anything and he started driving, after a while they arrived at a fast food place drive-thru -we are splitting the bill- he said. After they ordered, they were both eating in silence in his parked car.

-I’ve seen you at school- Billy said -you are like a nerd, aren’t you?- Y/N looked at him offended -I’m not a nerd! I’m smart that’s all! But I don’t do nerdy stuff like, I don’t know, dungeons and dragons or robotics club…- she stayed silent for a while -I’ve seen you at school too, you are an asshole, aren’t you?- She smiled -Fair enough… but remember this is my car and I can kick you out if I want to he chuckled.

He looked at her for a minute and then his attitude changed… he smirked at her -so… do ya have a boyfriend? Cutie- Y/N looked at him weirded out -what are you doing?- He caressed her knee with his fingertips -mmm… I'm looking at you… that’s all Y/N blushed, this was in a sort of way, what her fantasies implied. But she didn’t want to seem super easy… I mean she was, she was already down for him, she was down for him when she hadn’t even talked to him, but he didn’t need to know that, she had to put on a fight.

-So… you kidnap me for no reason, you’ve been rude to me all the time I’ve been in this car, and now that I’m eating a hamburger and I have mustard on my face is when you wanna fuck me?- She asked sarcastically -when a man wants it, he doesn’t care about the circumstances- he replied -is that supposed to be a compliment?- She giggled -you haven’t even taken me on a date yet!- She couldn’t take this guy seriously, I mean he was hot, but he was a little nuts -this is a date- he chuckled -No it’s not, when you split the bill is not a date- she laughed. He grabbed his wallet and gave her the same amount of money she paid for her half -there you go… now it’s a date- Y/N smiled, she couldn’t disagree with that logic -I Guess you are right…- she smirked.

He had a cocky smile on his face and he leaned to kiss her softly, but lustfully at the same time.

[ivys-head-is-spinning]

A cute little something I just wrote.

A day in the life of a student 

It’s 7am. My alarm rings and I wake up, exhausted. I feel like I barely slept. Maybe I didn’t. I close my eyes again and set my alarm for another half hour.

It’s 7:30am and my alarm rings once more. I wake up this time and force myself to sit up as I sigh. I stand up and leave the comfort of my bed. 

I throw on clothes, I force down breakfast, and I walk out the door.

9am, the bell rings and I want to go home. Gym first period. I’m too tired to put any energy into whatever we’re playing today.

10:20 am. the bell goes, I change my clothes, and it’s off to English class. 

It’s 11am and I’m counting down the minutes to lunch. I don’t have any friends in this class and I’m starving. and bored. I sit and wait as time seems to still. 

11:40 and I’m walking to where my friends and I eat. Suddenly my appetite is gone but I manage to eat. This way no one will think anything is wrong. everything’s so dull these days my noodles taste like nothing and my pudding has lost any sweetness. I listen to the conversations like an outsider, wishing I were anywhere else. 

It’s 12:40 and turns out elsewhere is worse. I’m trying to answer this science question but the teachers moving so fast I can’t process what I’m reading and as I’m in the middle of almost, almost solving this problem, she calls on me. I admit to not having finished feeling like an idiot and she moves to the next, smarter person. 

It’s now 2:30 and I’m falling asleep in my business class. 45 minutes and I’m free.

Finally. 3:15 and I’m free. But I’m not because I’m staring down 10 pages of homework and I feel my will to live slip away. 

It’s 4:30 and I should do my homework but I’m too tired to move from scrolling through instagram and lying on the floor

It’s 4:45 and I need this work done 

It’s 5:00 and I really should start before dinner

It’s 5:15 and I need to get up

And 5:30 and I just want to cry I’m exhausted and my stomach hurts but this homework needs to be done.

It’s 6:00pm I have one question done and it’s dinner time. 

It’s 6:45 and my family is fighting and I’m trying to get this work done.

It’s 7:00 and I’m back on my phone.

It’s 9:00 and I’m finally done and I need to shower 

It’s 9:30 and I’m picking out my clothes for tomorrow 

It’s 10pm and I’m on my phone scrolling.

It’s 10:30 and I should get ready for bed

It’s 10:45 and I’m lying on my bed staring at the celling. I’m too tired to brush my teeth. I’m lonely. I’m tired. I’m done. I want to give up. There’s no point to any of this I’ll never be anything anyways. I’ll never be good enough.

It’s 11:30 and I get up and I get ready for bed.

It’s 12:00 and I get into bed. Either I fall asleep out of exhaustion or I lie awake for hours, trying to just get my brain to shut up so I can sleep.

It’s suddenly 7am and I have to do it all again 

[lolahasmoxie]

Warnings: slaps fanfic: this baby holds so much casual intimacy! Also there is a lot of sex talk.

December 31st, the last day of the year. You and Eddie are at Steve’s house for his New Year’s party.

You had been there awhile: Eddie had run a special campaign for Hellfire, and now everyone was eating and drinking and waiting for the ball to drop on the television.

There’s 5 minutes to go when Eddie interrupts the conversation you’re having with Robin.

“Eddie, baby, slow your roll. Where’s the fire?” You ask with a chuckle as Eddie leads you into the empty kitchen.

A kiss is his answer, soft and sweet, and you’re glad that Eddie is tall and firm as you feel yourself melt.

“Can you blame me for missing my best girl?”

“Miss me? Eddie, I played with you guys. I even sat next to you for the whole campaign.”

“I know. Do you have any idea how hard it was to focus? All I wanted to do was lay you down on that table and have your legs wrapped around my head like earmuffs.”

“Jesus, Eddie.”

“Then I would have slid my fat cock into your sweet, warm pussy.”

“In front of the kids?” Eddie pauses his daydream to meet your gaze.

“What, they might learn a thing or two OW!” He rubs his bicep where you smacked him. “What was that for?”

“For being gross,” you try to say with a serious face, but when Eddie gives you those puppy eyes you can’t help but feel your pout turn to a smirk when you hear Dustin announce that there’s one minute left.

“Cmon,” you try to lead Eddie back to the group, but you’re stopped when he doesn’t move an inch. “Ed’s?”

Eddie gently tugs you back, and when you’re close enough, he pulls you flush against him.

“Maybe I wanna keep you to myself for this kiss.” He cups your face and your hands wrap around his trim waist. “That ok?”

“More than ok.” You whisper. You hear the countdown from the living room, and the closer they get to zero, the closer you and Eddie lean in.

10

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Happy New Year!

His lips touch yours softly at first, then he licks across the seam of your lips and you happily grant him entrance. The kiss is all love and desire, but it’s also full of promises for more.

Your hands wander from his waist and Eddie moans when your hands grip his ass and pull him closer, your breath hitching when you feel how very hard he is for you.

“And here I was trying to be sweet to ya,” Eddie mumbles against your lips, smiling when your lips chase his.

“Always so sweet to me,” you mumble back as Eddie chuckles and rests his forehead against yours.

“I have a question, babe.”

“Ask away, my love.” Eddie turns his head and looks towards the hallway that leads to the rest of the Harrington home.

“How many rooms in this place have we christened?”

“Hmmm, at least 3.”

“And how many rooms does this joint have?” The smile you give Eddie could light up Times Square. You tilt your head and make a show of thinking over his question.

“At least 6. 7 if you count the laundry room.” Eddie’s smile is wicked, and while you might not know exactly what he has planned, you know he will make sure you love every second of it.

“How’s about we ring in the New Year by christening a new room in Chateau Harrington??”

“Fine by me, just make sure to lock the door this time.”

“Lead the way then, Princess.”

1:15 AM

Dustin: anybody seen Eddie?

Robin: anybody seen Y/N?

Steve: whatever you do, knock first. I’m still having nightmares of Eddie’s bare ass.

[saibugslegacy]

Percival Valley Ask Game

Because of my foolishness I am now committed to make these with all my MCs so here we go. Questions by @rypnami

1) if your mc was an animagus, what would their form be? if they are, what is their form?

I genuinely have no idea for Percival. Maybe a horse?

2) if they could choose what animagus form they would take, would it be the same? or would they want to have a different animal form?

Percival would choose to not be an animagus because he has enough to worry about and the process is a lot of work

3) does your mc have a favourite colour? why is it their favourite?

Purple! No reason, he just really likes it. Idris is definitely lucky it's purple though considering his hair is stuck that way

4) in a modern au, would your mc use social media? what would their preferred platform be? why is if their preferred one?

Probably Reddit and Twitter if I'm being honest with myself

5) did you consult wand lore when choosing their wand? if so, why did you pick what you did? if not, would you ever change wand details to match your mc?

I did! Percival has the most main character wand ever: elder wood and phoenix feather. Elder wood is ridiculously powerful and rare, and apparently the users are marked for a “special destiny”. Phoenix feather is mainly to allude to his patronus being a phoenix

6) what is your mc’s diet? are they vegan, vegetarian, do they eat whatever? Why?

He's a fairly picky eater because he has a lot of sensory issues around food but otherwise no special diet

7) what is your mc’s backstory as to why they didn’t join hogwarts until 5th year? or did you retcon that part of the story when creating them?

Percival (and Idris) didnt go to Hogwarts because their father kept sending the letters back with the reply saying his children would not be attending. Then he died and the twins were stuck in an orphanage. Professor Fig personally showed up to tell them about Hogwarts and magic and they decided to go 5th year

8) what house is your mc in? why are they in that house?

Percival is a Ravenclaw because he is a fucking nerd. Kidding, but it's not entirely wrong. He hates not knowing things, he loves answering unanswered questions, and his curiosity is a hust part of him. There are so many times he gets scared and wants to bail on everything, but he stays because he's so curious and refuses to leave the questions unanswered

9) were you inspired by characters from other media when making your mc? if so, which characters? and how did they influence your mc?

Not from media, but Percival was based on one of my old OCs named Julian Athantis

10) does your mc have any special abilities? (legilimens, parsletongue, metamorphagus, etc) how do they choose to use these powers? did you give them powers for fun, or does it relate to their backstory/plot?

Other than the sense that at first he has more Ancient Magic abilities no. Unless a dark curse counts

11) what is your mc’s blood status? how does it affect their time at hogwarts? how does it affect their home life?

They're both half-bloods but it doesn't affect them that much. The most it does is that they were raised muggles and have to try and uncover their father's legacy

12) did your mc open the repository? why or why not?

They did not because they knew they didn't want that much power

13) if your mc opened the repository, how did absorbing all that power affect them, if it did at all?

N/A

14) what does your mc think of the keepers? do they trust them? why or why not?

Percival fucking hates those people. They're hoarding and hiding and even erasing knowledge. But worst is that they are testing and forcing 15 year old children to do their dirty work. A N D they constantly talk down to and about Idris

15) how does your mc’s story continue after 5th year? how do they cope with everything that happened with ranrok, sebastian, etc?

Well I can't spoil that, but I can tell you Percival's curse has a large part to play

16) did your mc learn the unforgivables? why or why not?

No, but he would have had he been given the opportunity because he thinks the limitation of knowledge is absurd

17) did your mc turn in sebastian? why or why not?

He does not. For….reasons :)

18) what is your mc’s family like? do they have siblings? do they still have parents?

They had two parents who were amazing parents and a little sister Annabelle but all three were killed by Ranrok and their father did lie to them their whole lives

19) does your mc have a love interest? who is it? why did your mc fall for that character, if they do have a love interest?

Garreth Weasley! Percy falls for Garreth because he's so…laid back. He's a spot of sunshine and fun when Percival doesn't have it. And he just cares so much about Percival, even thought Percival isn't as fun or sweet as Garreth

20) does your mc have a favourite spell? if so, what is it and why do they like it the most?

If he had to pick one probably the disillusionment charm. He prefers charms over any other type of spell and he prefers being discreet so this spell helps him avoid unnecessary fights

21) if you could change anything that the mc does in the game, what would it be? why would you change it? how would you change it? (ie; a line they say, an event of a quest, things of that nature)

The storyling of the Sallow twins has such a huge impact on the game but nothing comes of it in the end. Whether its curing Anne, not being able to, or even something as simple as knowing how/where the twins end up would be better

22) does your mc have any pets? if so, why do they have the pets they have? and for fun, what are their pets’ names?

Prof. Weasley gets Percival a Eurasian eagle owl over the summer so he can keep in touch with his friends but that's it

23) when designing your mc, why did you choose the appearance you did? has it changed at all since you first made them? would you change anything now?

Honestly I had a pretty clear image of Idris in my mind and even made them first. I just used the same face and shape and such to make Percival then changed his hair, skintone, and scars. I wish I could find a style that was curlier because his hair isn't supposed to be that straight but that one was the closest I could find

24) where is your mc from? where is their family from?

They are scottish on their father's side and South African on their mother's

25) what is your mc’s favourite season? why is it their favourite?

Summer, he loves being able to sit outside and read without it being too cold or rainy

26) how about your mc’s favourite holiday? what makes it special to them?

He doesn't particularly care for holidays anymore but he used to love his and Idris’ birthday

27) if your mc wasn’t in their current house, where would they have been sorted? why do you think they’d be there?

Gryffindor. Percival wants absolutely nothing to do with Ancient Magic and goblins and poachers. In fact he's terrified of all of the above. But every time he squares his shoulders and does it anyway. That screams bravery to me.

28) does your mc have a favourite childhood toy? if so, what was it? do they still have it with them?

He has a bracelet that a little baby Idris made him that he doesnt wear anymore because hes so scared to lose it

29) what kind of music would your mc like? is there a reason?

Im sorry but Percival would adore Taylor Swift. He likes lyrics and hed like fun pop songs so Taylor is the best bet

30) last but not least, just tell us something you love about your mc!

I loooove that his hair is purple. Something about having a character in the 1800s with colored hair makes me excited

[memberment]

Genesis

Goooooooooodmorning.

Idk why I'm making a post yet I really don't feel like writing. ANYWAYS. Updates may come today. They also may not. Idk yet.

6:51 Hello from beyond. A new playlist is being born as I write through chapter 30. Also, I think I finished my chapter 7 art. It's Craig carrying Tweek home after they first met. They were so cute 😭 Idk what the message is gonna be in that one yet though. I know what the response is, but not the og message. And I am realizing as I type that that I was not supposed to reveal that but fuck it we ball there's like six people on here it's okay.

ANYWAYS. IF I CAN FINISH 30 AND ACTUALLY WRITE 27 (due to a restructure, I skipped over it entirely and have to go back and rewrite it.) AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, CIRCLE BACK AND FINISH 22, I will be soooooooo happy. I got like 12 hours til sleep time and I prob will not be working on chapter 8 art. Because I do NOT wanna draw Kenny and Clyde just yet. (I'm afraid. I wanna put them in their magical girl uniforms and ACTUALLY SHOW THEIR UNIFORMS bc they do change eventually and I feel like the contrast goes INSANE.)

9:19: Hello friends totally didn't get distracted<3 ANYWAYS. Back to this hell chapter of everyone having a bad time.

1:38: I got so distracted Desolation was late and I didn't write anything. I have literally written under 1k today which is fucking insane to me. I write more when I'm "on breaks"

But I have come here to yap about something. While I'm "on break" I think I'm going to rework The End Is Near AND New Beginnings. Meaning they might get deleted for a bit. Because I kinda wanna redo them both because let's be so real here. My writing was not shit, but I feel like they are both gems that need a bit of love. I don't know if I'm gonna commit to the bit but I really fucking might LMFAOO.

But I do really want to redo New Beginnings because that was the whole reason I started writing fanfic and people are still looking at it and I feel like it pales in comparison to what I write now.

And reworking those two will be much more lax while I suffer through 15 weeks of physics hell. SOOO.

Whatever. Gonna try and get through chapter 30. and maybe 27 BECAUSE I STILL HAVE TO WRITE IT WHAT THE FUCK‼️‼️

I lied I'm yapping for all of five more seconds because I need to complain and refuse to get a diary.

I am actually really sad that I'm not gonna have every day posts anymore. Like I am trying so hard to cope with it but y'all.

Desolation has 4 chapters left. Tweek's Guide has 7 chapters left. Eclipse has 4 (technically five but epilogue's short so it's gonna get posted same day) chapters left. Craig's Guide has like 10 chapters left. Dandelion has 8 (technically 9) chapters left. and Leap year has 8 chapters left. (Genesis doesn't count because that just started. ) LIKE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE. I HAVE FOUR FICS AND THERE ARE SEVEN DAYS OF THE WEEK. AND I CAN'T POST MY ONE REALLY FUNNY TRASHFIRE FIC BC PART OF IT IS SO GOOD I KINDA WANNA SPLIT THE CONCEPTS UP AND I REFUSE TO FINISH IT TIL I GET MY SHIT TOGETHER. Like y'all do not understand daily posts are like embedded in my brain. I love it. HOW DO I FIX THIS WITHOUT ACTIVELY WRITING. I hate it here. Oh also when Eclipse or Desolation get finished Dandelion is moving to Monday/Wednesdays because Freedom Pal Fridays are being a thing. Because I have. So. Many. Goddamn. Freedom. Pals. Fics. Sitting. There. ScREAMING. For. Me. To. Write. So An Answers getting thrown on Fridays. But how do I space this out? (I am so sorry for this unnecessary lengthiness I am officially just gaming this out as I type because my brother is sleeping and I can't call him to yap.) Like- I wanted to do Sunday for Genesis but I feel like Sundays kinda suck as post days, lowk. So what then? Monday Wednesday Friday Saturday???? I can't just do Tuesday and not Thursday. AH. I hate it here. I need more time and we are constantly running out of time.

Life is fleeting, and I simply hate it.

2:39: JUST HIT 90K. This has been cut down to 38 chapters. I have 1k ish left of 30. 27 is still undone. 22 needs its angel fight. So approximately 29k-36k ish left. I'm losing my mind. I can't believe I am speedballing through this like that. WHICH MEANS IF GOD SHINES DOWN UPON ME I CAN FINISH BOUND IN PEACE.

Then what?

Do I start my break early?

I don't wanna do that? What the fuck would I even work on then though??????

LMFAO about to pray for clarity.

3:44: Creative freedom is fucking crazy because Wendy's having a heart to heart with Brimmy right now.

4:14: I keep cutting chapters and part of me is starting to worry that this is too short but in the same breath like I'm combining them because drawing them out feels kinda lazy and rude. But we are now down to 36/37 chapters. I can't be too mad about it. But part two might be like, way longer. Also we're at 92.3k. SO I DID SOMETHING TODAY.

I lowk wanna work on bound for a bit but that means committing myself to an entire chapter because I can't just write part of a chapter and go back to it for that one and kinda I wanna reread the whole thing before I work on it more. UGH.

I might. I honestly fucking love Bound, like that was my baby when I was concepting it. I literally wrote so much of it while I was on vacation. Like stats on that one suck bc it's so niche but I do not even care. One of my favorite fics that I've written, easy. I'm not even a K2 girlie. I just wanted to write one because it was gonna annoy me if I didn't throw my hat in the ring at least once. I might write background K2 though for something unimportant bc I kinda like how I write them ngl. OKAY GOODBYE FOR NOW I'VE CONVINCED MYSELF TO MAYBE WRITE ANOTHER BOUND CHAPTER.

[sunnysam-my]

One of the funniest things in Criminal Minds to me was the writers poor attempt at making Reid look super smart. I say poor because, if you know anything about what they claim Spencer can do, you know why it's ridiculous.

1. Speed Reading.

It's a unique skill Spencer has that's used often through out the show. He claims he can read 20,000 words per minute. The thing is, the way he does it makes no sense.

First of all, when speed reading, you pay the price of comprehending the text. It is suggested by experts that speed-reading is most useful to those who need "to skim a large amount of material or need to improve their study skills" and less useful to those who read "highly technical material that requires careful study of each sentence". A lot of what Spencer reads is exactly that.

Second of all, on a normal book page, about 250-300 words fit on a page. Unless my math is incorrect, if he can read 20000 w/m then he can read 333.333 per second. He can read a book page in less than a second.

Even if my math is wrong, the average word count for adult fiction and non-fiction is between 70,000 to 120,000 words. ​The average word count in a book is between 60,000 and 100,000 words. He can read a 80,000 words long book in 4 minutes. He could read the entirty of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley (~75,000 words) in less than that.

2. Eidetic Memory

Again, I'm not really sure the writers even know what that means. Eidetic memory, also (incorrectly) known as total recall and photographic memory, is the ability to recall an image from memory with high precision, at least for a brief period of time, after seeing it only once.

The key words here are for a brief period of time. Unlike with photographic memory, it's a vivid afterimage that lingers. Additionally the memories often contain minor errors, including information that was not present in the original visual stimulus.

It's a very complicated and interesting matter, you can look into it more, but basically the writers just used it as an ass excuse to give Spencer perfect memory.

3. The Star Puzzle

I genuinely laughed at this scene. The Star Puzzle is literally a beginner-medium level puzzle. I have that star, I can see only 2, maybe 3 ways you can make a mistake while assembling it. My mom, who doesn't do those regularly like I do, only needed 15 minutes to figure out all on her own. The hard part is physically putting it together, because, until it's complete, nothing is holding the pieces together and they fall through your hands.

Noticed another thing? The way she describes it? "It's basically impossible to figure out. You have to put all the pieces back together to form a star." "It's basically impossible to do, because you have to take all those pieces and put them exactly…-" Like, yeah? That's how puzzles work??? Congratulations? All puzzles work like this. You have to put them together in the only correct order or solved them using the only solution. It's rare for puzzles to have more than one solution, that's kinda the point of them. And yeah, you can cheat usually, like with the star if you assemble it loosely and jam the last piece, but that's not the same.

And the thing is, there are harder versions of this, but no, they had to go with the identical 6 pieces. This just makes her look like an idiot.

4. His geeky overreactions were very reasonable, actually.

TBH I stopped watching CM a while ago, so don't remember as many situation as I used to, but I remember Phantasmagoria scene. Maybe this is more of geeky pet peeve of mine, but whatever.

Reid is 100% underselling Phantasmagoria here. It's not just a horror theatre play with a bit of science magic to spook the audience. They literally invented holograms for this.* Our modern image of a ghost? It's all thanks to Phantasmagoria which used live holograms** so the actors playing ghost could appear to be half transparent and floating.

You can still think that's not that cool, but wait, there's more. Other than that it used projects and many other 'magic tricks' to not only bring the monsters to life, so you can see them, but also feel them. Phantasmagoria used many special effects outside of visual illusion to make you feel cold winds, smells blood e.t.c. That's better than any other movie you can go to, especially since we're talking about reenactment, which use improved technology. Although you won't get drugged drinks before going in nowadays, so count that as a win or loss. On top of that, reenactments of Phantasmagoria are rare and for many this may be the only chance in their life to see it.

It's kinda like a walk-through haunted house, except you don't walk and there's a plot. The scene shows Spencer as some weird geek for being excited, which sucks. In general I could talk about how awful the teammates are to him half of the time, but that's not my biggest problem here. We as an audience are meant to find Reid's excitement and knowledge as lame and nerdy, but he's not even overreacting. That's a very tamed reaction when you invite your friends to possibly one in a lifetime chance to see this amazing horror magic, horror, theatre play.

*For horror shows in general, a bit earlier than Phantasmagoria, but it gave birth to it.

**Pepper's ghost isn't technically holographic, but you get it. Most people call it that anyway.