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[minkyungseokie]

When Nothing Goes Right | LS2

synopsis; Y/n, Logan's long-distance gf, surprises him at the AusGP, but things aren't as happy as they should be

warnings; none

note; requested

note 2; Y/n has no mentioned race but doesn't know English. Jackson is an Oc and the reader’s older brother

Let me know whether you prefer first person or third person pov Please be nice. I haven't written in years and this is my first time writing for F1

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It had been a few years since Y/n and Logan had begun dating. The two met as children after Y/n had started karting herself. They immediately hit off and stuck to each other like glue. Wherever Y/n was, you'd find Logan not far behind with a big smile on his face.

Their families could already tell that the two would be something more in the future. Your older siblings even started a bet on how long it would take for the two to fully understand their feelings and confess. Neither of them won because it only took them until the sixth grade to realize that what they felt wasn't platonic. They didn't understand their feelings fully, but they knew that they were no one just friends.

Everything has been perfect until Logan's career in karting began popping off and he soon entered F4. To make matters worse, Y/n's parents had split and decided that Y/n would go with her mother back to their home country. Dalton and Jackson thought it'd ruin the relationship the two youngest siblings had built and they'd break up, which would break the two since they were madly in love even if they fully couldn't understand what love was, but that wasn't the case.

Despite the distance between them, Y/n and Logan had decided to stay together and find long distance a try even though their parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and neighbours warned them that long distance was hard. Even people online said that long distance wasn't the best idea because it tended to end with one or both partners cheating on each other, however; Y/n and Logan trusted each other with their lives, so they decided to give it a chance.

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Now, Logan was a driver in Formula One and Y/n was studying at Uni. During their time apart, they'd only seen each other at least twice. Even though they haven't seen each other properly in years, they have only grown fonder of each other.

As the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

Y/n plopped down on her bed in nothing but a towel, answering a FaceTime call that came in on her computer, "Hey, you." Y/n greeted happily, "Hey, babe. I'm sorry to call you so late. I know you're probably busy and tired from work..." Logan sighed. "No! You're fine, love. I just got out of the shower. Anyway, what's up?" Y/n asked, removing the towel off her head and running a hand through her hair, "Nothing much. I just wanted to see you." Logan flirted, giving Y/n a smile.

Y/n stood up from the bed and began towelling herself off, "That's cute. If I'm not wrong, the Australian GP is coming up. How do you feel?" Y/n questioned. "I'm excited. To be honest, I want doing well last year. But it's a new year and you know how I worked hard during the break, so I'm ready. Speaking of the Australian GP, do you think that you can come watch?" Logan hesitantly asked, looking down before looking back at Y/n, who was now sitting on her bed in pyjamas.

"I...Logie, you know I'd love to..." Y/n hesitantly started, "I know. You have work and school, but you have never come to a GP before. I want you to come to support me at least once. But I understand. I don't want to force or coerce you to do anything you can't or don't want to do. You'll eventually come to one, right?" Logan asked. "Of course. I plan on coming as soon as I have the time to." Y/n promised.

She kept thinking about the fact that she had never attended one of Logan's races and began feeling like a shit girlfriend, so she ended up DMing Logan's childhood friend whom she had only heard about from Logan, Oscar Piastri and he somehow got her in contact with Alex Albon, Logan's teammate. Together the three made plans to sneak Y/n into the GP without Logan noticing.

It wasn't hard.

She had notified her job and her school of her trip and packed for Australia. She got on a plane as soon as she could, which ended up being the afternoon of FP2,dropped her things off at the hotel, leaving it behind the desk so she could share a room with Logan, and made her way to the track with a VIP pass in her hand.

The girl was practically vibrating as she walked through the paddock by herself. She was supposed to be looking for Oscar or Alex, but she was way too excited to see her boyfriend again. Luckily, Alex spotted her while she was roaming the paddock, "Hey! You're Y/n, right? Logan's girlfriend?" The man asked, approaching her, "Oh, yes. You must be Alex. The teammate." Y/n said, holding out a hand for Alex to shake.

The British Thai driver looked down at her hand before taking it and giving it a firm shake, "It's lovely to meet you. Logan's been talking about you. A lot." Alex said, jokingly rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed, but he truthfully enjoyed seeing his teammate talk about someone who made him happy and kept him sane while he was having a shit year. "Hey, mate. Is this her?" Another voice asked, but this time it was with a strong Australian accent.

Y/n turned to see a brunette in an orange and black shirt approaching them, "You must be the Oscar Piastri that I heard so much about." Y/n said, reaching out fit his hand. Oscar smiled and shook her hand, "I am. You must be Y/n. Logan talks about you a lot." Oscar commented. "So I've been told. It's lovely seeing something other than the pictures Logan sent to me when you guys were younger." Y/n chuckled.

"Come on. FP2 is starting soon and we want you to reunite as quickly as possible." Alex said, leading you towards the garage with Oscar following behind, "So how long have you two been together?" Oscar questioned. "We've been dating for eleven years, I believe. Since we were twelve." Y/n answered, "Eleven years! That's a long time." Alex awed

Once they were close by, Y/n’s heart began to race. She hid behind Alex and Oscar so she was hidden while Oscar pulled out his phone to film the interaction, “Logan, mate! Come here.” Alex called, “What? Do you need something?” Logan asked, voice getting closer as he walked up to them. “We noticed you were feeling a bit nervous, so we brought you something to cheer you up.” Oscar spoke, “What is it?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Why don’t you guess?” Alex suggested, “Just tell me.” Logan said, “Come on, have a bit of fun with it. Guess.” Alex insisted.

“Just give me whatever it is, mate.” Logan groaned, Y/n chuckled and tapped the boys on their arms, signaling for them to step aside. Logan watched as Alex and Oscar shared a look before stepping aside to reveal his girlfriend. Logan’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened, “Surprise!” Y/n cheered, giving the American jazz hands. Logan ran towards Y/n and scooped her up into his arms.

“You’re here! You told me—“ “That I wouldn’t be able to come. I lied.” Y/n said, burying her face into his shoulder. Logan put her on the ground and bent down, kissing Y/n softly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered, “And I’ve missed you, my love.” Y/n responded, kissing all over Logan’s face. “Logan, Alex, it’s time for free practice.” A engineer called out, “Go out there and do your thing. I’ll be rooting for you.” Y/n said, cupping Logan’s face and connecting their lips.

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Y/n stood in the garage with headphones covering her ears. She couldn’t understand why she never came to a race weekend before, it was exhilarating. She could tell that her boyfriend wasn’t the best on the grid, but she knew he want the worse. It was just amazing to see him in his element, “Go, Logan!” Y/n muttered, clenching the chord between her fingers.

Y/n frowned as an odd feeling settled in her stomach. Y/n put a hand on her stomach and focused on the screen, attempting to ignore the feeling. Something was going to go wrong and she didn’t know what or when. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Alex crashed his car, “Oh shit.” Y/n hissed, biting down in her knuckle.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Y/n asked, looking at the British Thai driver with concern. “I’m fine.” Alex answered walking away, obviously upset by the accident.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that it absolutely sucks to crash even if she never watched or read up on the sport before.

Y/n made took off her headphones as Logan came back to the garage and jogged up to the American man, “That was so cool! I feel sorry for Alex, but that was so cool! I can’t wait to see you actually racing.” Y/n rambled, grabbing Logan’s hands on hers. While she rambled, Logan just smiled down at her with the softest gaze, “Do you want to go out after this? Or we can go to my hotel room? Have you gotten yourself one?” Logan asked, cupping your cheek.

“We should stay in. Catch up everything we missed and couldn’t talk about on the phone and no, I don’t have my own hotel room. Although, if I did, it probably won’t be getting used.” Y/n tittered. “Let me go get changed and we can go back to the hotel.” Logan said, kissing Y/n’s forehead before rising off to his driver’s room.

Y/n waited and waited, but it seemed like Logan was not coming out, which worried her. Did he get hurt or something? What was teasing so long? Y/n was leaning against the side of the garage, waiting for any sign of her boyfriend, but there was nothing. Until Alex came out, looking conflicted, “Hey, Alex. Where’s Logan?” Y/n questioned, pushing off the wall, “Um, he’s on his drivers room. He’s, uh, not happy right now, so maybe it’s better if you go see him.” Alex suggested.

He pointed out which room was his and continue on with his day, which didn’t really seem out of the ordinary to Y/n. She approached his door and knocked gently, “Logan? Is it alright if I come in?” Y/n called in a gentle voice. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a croaky, “Yeah.” Come from inside.

Y/n opened the door to see Logan sitting on the bench looking distressed, “Oh, what happened? Are you okay? Alex told me you were upset.” Y/n rushed over to her boyfriend, bombarding him with questions out of worry. Logan shook his head, “Alex wrecked his car,” Logan started, “Yeah, I saw that, but what does that have to do with you?” Y/n questioned, kneeling down in front of Logan and grabbing his hands.

“We don’t have a spare chassis, so they’re taking mine and giving it to Alex.” Logan sighed, “What?!” Y/n practically screeched, her confusion and weird turning into anger. “They said that since Alex is the better and more experienced driver, he most likely get the team points.” Logan explained further, “That’s stupid.” Y/n said bluntly, “Y/n…”

“No, don’t “Y/n…” me. I get that Alex it’s better and has more experience, but that’s that dumbest fucking decision I’ve ever heard. That’s like rewarding someone for fucking shit up! He crashed his chassis to the point where it had to be retired, so you have to give up yours? That’s bullshit, Logan!” Y/n argued. “I’m aware. I’ve given my all to this team. I worked myself to the bone during winter break when I could’ve been with you because I wanted it to be beneficial to this team. They are all aware of it.

James said he believed in me. James said he knew that I could go far if I just had a little more time in the car. But it doesn’t seem that way. Maybe I’m just not good enough.” Logan sniffed. Y/n wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, placing his head on her chest and rubbing his back, “Shut up, Logan. Don’t you dare continue saying those things about yourself. You are good enough. If you weren’t, you would have been chosen for this team in the first place.”

“But—“

“No buts. The previous Williams owner saw something in you that no one else saw and picked you from Formulas Two to drive in Formula One. If you weren’t good enough, he most definitely wouldn’t have chosen you so early. James know he’s dead wrong for this. James know that this is going to be a blow to you, but he thinks getting points is more valuable than your growth. I’m sorry to say this, my love, but you honestly deserve so much better. It’s not your fault that Alex crashed the car. It’s not your fault that this team is so broke that it can’t afford another chassis.” Y/n angrily said, raising her voice before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. You’re upset and I’m over here ranting.” Y/n quieted down, pressing a kiss too the crown of Logan’s head, “It’s okay, babe. It’s what has to be done for the team to gain some points. It’s whatever.” Logan shrugged, “ no, it’s not whatever, but I’m not gonna continue talking about this. Instead, let’s go to the hotel and order food. We can watch our favorite movies together and cuddle until you feel better.” Y/n said, lifting Logan’s head so his eyes met her and giving him a calming smile.

Logan smiled, albeit it was a sad one, but a smile nonetheless, “I’d like that.” He said, “Good. And since you’re not racing tomorrow, maybe we can do a bit more than cuddling. But that’s only if you’re comfortable and willing.” Y/n teased, pulling Logan up from his seated position, “I’d really like that. Thank you for being here for me and I’m sorry you came all this way only to not see me race.” Logan apologized, “Bah, I do anything for you. It doesn’t matter whether you are racing or not, I’m still here for you and I’d still come. Y/n waved off his apology

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s go.”

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do Mike afton with your prompts 57, 53, and 10? Also can it be romantic?

Sure! I'll see what I can do :) Been a bit since I've done this AU. This is a new take on it.

@okchijt helped me with this so this is mostly their take while I filled in the plot they gave me. Requester wanted FLS AU.

Yandere! FLS! Michael Afton Concept

What is the FLS AU?

Yandere! FLS AU! Michael Afton Prompts 57, 53, and 10

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?"

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Breaking and entering, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship implied.

The phone rings on and on as you type away at your keyboard. On screen is an email soon to be sent to your boss, Henry. You were nearly at a breakthrough on an important case.

Incriminating evidence filled the email. Many documents and notes were attached all about two people behind a long list of murders. The case of The Aftons was very important to your employer.

Your job was to play detective. You were meant to work for them at their Pizzeria, collect evidence, then leave. That was it... that was the job.

Then one of them, the son, got attached.

You had a feeling he caught on to you. Even now as you type away and prepare to send Henry your evidence your phone rings. You knew it was him, the voice mails were endless.

You hadn't bothered to listen to them. Instead you focused on your email by putting on the final touches. Then your mouse drifted to the send button...

Only for the power to cut.

You go silent, eyes blown wide and looking at the computer in shock. There wasn't any storms. Did you flip something by accident?

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up? Are you ignoring me?"

The voice echoes from close by and you feel the hair on your skin shoot up. You spin your chair around and search the darkness for answers. Unfortunately... your questions are answered.

Michael stands in the doorway of the room. His posture is confident and he stares at you like you're his newest prey. You can only stare as he blocks your exit.

"Don't you know how much I've done for you?" Michael sighs. "I've been protecting you from my father as I already know your plans. I could've just killed you... but now I like you too much for that."

The man in front of you does a fake pout while leaning in the doorway. The fact he knew everything made your heart drop to your stomach. He's more clever than you thought.

"I've already sacrificed so much by allowing these games to play out. However, this still means I have to prevent you from exposing the family business, y'know?" Michael sighs, playing with your emotions to satiate the sadism within him.

"You're a monster for doing all of this!" You yell at the man. You can see Michael feign shock and surprise before chuckling.

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!" Michael accuses in a playful manner before turning serious. "I could've just killed you, but I'm nice enough to protect you and let you live!"

You quickly stand up to keep distance as Michael walks forward. Despite the situation you manage to keep yourself calm. It's in the line of work, after all. Yet you still find yourself shaking when he gets close to you.

"I've been so patient with you. I think things should go my way for once, shouldn't they?" Michael hums towards you. You try to run around him but he catches you with ease. It's funny to him... did you not think he was an experienced killer?

You feel your chest hit the desk hard as your arms are held behind your back. The resulting impact causes the computer to crash onto the ground, the email and evidence now long destroyed. Panic sets in as struggle and fight against the killer behind you.

Said killer only appears excited by your fate.

"I think it's time you rest, dear. Isn't it getting late?" Michael coos, raising the knife in his hand. You suddenly feel a blunt object smack into your head before your vision darkens.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Michael whispers with a giggle before your vision fails you.

[trashboatprince]

Oh i just thought of a prompt idea! Aziraphale trying to write a book? Maybe under estimating how easy it would be?

Hahaha, the massive difference between reading something and writing something.

On with the fic!

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"Angel!" Crowley shouted as he loudly threw open the doors to the bookshop. "You in? Cause I know you are, I can sense your 'goody-goody' angel essence here. Plus, you tend to call me when you're gonna take a little trip or do somethin' for Heaven."

He glanced around, there looked to be more dust than usual, and he could smell the unmistakable scent of forgotten tea cups. Bleh.

Which means that Aziraphale either found a new, ancient tome to pour over for days to make sure he reads every single thing, examines every damn, little detail. Or, he's bookbinding/repairing for a commission and completely forgot about everything else in the world, including answering his blasted phone.

Crowley rolled his eyes and headed right for Aziraphale's work space, and as he got closer, he seemed to pick up on a ticking sound. And a metallic ding, followed by some odd sound, then more ticking.

Gosh, that's a combo of noises Crowley hadn't heard in person in ages, mainly you heard it in movies or TV shows from bygone times. Or, when Aziraphale decided to pull it out of its case and use it because his ancient-as-anything computer just won't cut it.

Peeking into the work space, Crowley found a mess.

Papers everywhere, stacked into what had to be piles of organized chaos, or simply discarded, judging by some of the crumbled up paper balls. And there was Aziraphale, with several cups that may or may not contain mold, glaring as he rapidly typed away at a typewriter that had to be from the 1890s.

Aziraphale growled and yanked out the paper. "No, no! Terrible, all of those were incorrect for the scene! Fine, attempt number fifteen should be it..."

The typewriter suddenly had paper again and Aziraphale began typing away, muttering under his breath.

"Hell's teeth, angel, what's all this about?" Crowley asked, picking up one of the discarded papers. He looked at what was on it, and it seemed to be dialogue between two characters, though the conversation was very prissy, very Aziraphale-like.

Aziraphale squeaked and turned, blinking owlishly behind his little glasses. "Oh! Good... uhh... what time is it, dear?"

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Ah! Right, good morning! Dreadfully sorry, been a bit busy lately."

"I can see that." Crowley tossed the paper aside. "You writin' somethin'?"

Aziraphale looked excited. "I am! I decided that it's about time that I add to the literary world, and not just contribute to it through my reading!"

"So, you're trying to write a book." The demon picked up a few more pages. "This is why I haven't heard from you for over a week?"

"It's been over a week since we had brunch?" Aziraphale blinked. "Gosh, I seem to have been more into my work than I thought."

Crowley snorted, tossing the other papers aside into the mess. Then he stopped, and a big, toothy grin came to him. "Brunch! Oooh! This is why you're writing a book, isn't it? Cause I told you that it's a lot of work for good literature, after you complained about all those annoying books that 'popular' authors these days just churn out every two months! You were all 'It takes time and effort for memorable books, anyone who doesn't just want the next paycheck can do it'."

Aziraphale huffed and fixed his bowtie. "I stand by that, Crowley. And it's true, a love for writing and reading can create amazing stories. And I decided to prove my point!"

"From all this paper, and how pissed you looked when I came in, it's not going very well?"

"Well..." The angel coughed, looking away and back at the typewriter, "it is a work in progress, and not everyone can create a masterpiece on the first attempt! Besides, I think I'm onto something with my story, finally! Inspiration struck me and I've been on a roll, I just have to make sure I get everything right! I will not settle for anything less with this specific plot!"

"Uh huh. And what's it about?"

Aziraphale's cheeks pinked and he tugged at his vest. "W-well, it's a secret, I'm not ready to reveal the plot just yet!"

Crowley grabbed a random page off the pile next to him and cleared his throat. "'It would be the most magical of nights, if one excuses the pun, of course. A chance to show my skills to a real audience, on the West End of all places!' I think I can take a wild guess as to what this-"

The page was snatched from Crowley's hands and Aziraphale shoved it into his vest, hiding it from the demon. His face was red and he looked embarrassed. "It's a secret! No reading!"

Crowley chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Fine, I'll just have to wait for when it's finally released. You'll have to let me know when it's available, I'd just love to read it." He lowered his glasses to give the angel a wink before snatching up the forgotten tea cups.

"Now, how about we take a little break, Mr. Writer Man. We can do brunch again."

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Aziraphale seems like the sort of writer who won't settle for anything less than perfect if he's gonna write something based on his life. And that magical night in 1941 must be correct!

[h0n3yk1tt3n]

45 + boyf riends :)

So. i got super carried away with this one. like. this isn't even everything i wrote. i basically started rewriting everything from this point to jer waking up in the hospital. it's. not finished. i may just post it to ao3 when/if it is. BUT in the interest of finally answering this ask, here's as much as i could write to an ok-ish stopping point

45. realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment + boyf riends

"I'm going to improve your life, Jeremy! If I have to take over the entire student body to do it!"

Jeremy's phone clattered to the stage floor, his entire body seizing up as he followed it down. Shockwaves rippled through him like the worst case of pins and needles in the world as he tried to reach for his phone. He needed Michael, the only person that could drag him out of this mess. He knew Michael didn't have much reason to help him, but it was his only hope. His only chance at fixing what he'd so royally fucked up.

Jeremy's stiff limbs couldn't get him any further as he watched his phone screen go dark, the cropped New Year's selfie of him and Michael disappearing just like he’d disappeared from Michael's side. The darkness backstage started to swallow him until a piercing light flashed over him. As quickly as it was there, it was gone, but as quickly as it was gone, Jeremy felt the static start to clear from his heavy body and found he was being pulled up off the ground.

"Don't think you're supposed to be napping backstage, buddy." He felt his arm loop around something as he was hoisted to his feet. "Might miss your cue."

Jeremy blinked away the remaining static in his head and blearily looked up at his savior, eyes widening as recognition hit him like a stack of bricks. "Michael!"

He threw himself into a hug on sheer instinct, and any idea that Michael didn't want any part of him was quickly forgotten when he hugged back, squeezing him with just as much enthusiasm as ever. Jeremy would've stayed in that hug indefinitely if there weren't more pressing matters at hand.

"How did you- you actually came for- what made you-" He abandoned all questions he had and pulled away with an excited laugh he didn’t know he was capable of anymore. “I can’t believe you’re here!”

Michael handed Jeremy’s phone back to him, wearing an easy smile that Jeremy had nearly forgotten. “I was just in the audience thinking, 'this is pretty good for a school play.' Then I was like,” he shook Jeremy’s shoulders for comical emphasis, “'this is way too good for a school play!' They've all been squipped, right?”

Jeremy blinked rapidly. "W-w-wait, you came to see me in The Play??" That tugged at his heart more than he expected it to. Even after blocking Michael out for so long, he still…

Michael reached into his hoodie pocket with a playful smirk. "Even brought my own refreshments." He pulled out a red soda and pointed it to the sky like it was an all powerful elixir. To Jeremy, it practically was.

"Is that-?!"

"Mountain Dew Red!" Michael poked Jeremy's arm with the top of the bottle. "Told you I did my research."

Jeremy had to remember to shower Michael with every ounce of praise in the world the moment there wasn’t a tyrannical computer meddling around inside his brain. "That's amazing! Give it to me!"

Michael suddenly pulled the bottle out of his reach. "Ah-buh-buh. No."

Dread ran down Jeremy's back like hot molasses. No? After bringing it to The Play?? "What?? But- I need it."

Michael crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly looking about half as angry as Jeremy suspected he should’ve after all was said and done. The other half was a painful mix of betrayed and tired. He didn’t imagine the isolation had exactly been fun for Michael. "And I need an apology. I think that's in order. I mean, you treat me like I don't exist for weeks, then blow me off when I try to help you-"

Jeremy dropped his shoulders with a sigh, accepting that he’d been a bit hasty. An apology was the least Michael deserved. "Okyouknowwhat, you're right, I'm s-"

“Vocal Chords: Blocked”

The word got scrambled on Jeremy’s tongue. He brought his hands to his throat with wide eyes when further attempts to say sorry produced only silence. Shit, the SQUIP still had control over him! Of course it wouldn’t go down so easily!

Michael rolled his eyes hard. "Really? Is it that hard to say you’re sorry?"

"Y…” The tension in Jeremy’s throat thankfully subsided, but he knew Far Cry 3’s definition of insanity, and resigned to the fact that the apology had to be shelved for now. “Yes! Come on, man, this is important!"

"This is important to me!" Michael insisted. Of all the times he could’ve chosen to be stubborn…

"It's a word!"

"It's a gesture! Gestures matter!"

"It can wait a couple minutes!" Jeremy made a move for the bottle, but Michael still kept it above his head out of arm’s reach. Shit, if only he knew the full scope of what the SQUIP was doing.

"Kung Fu Fists: Activate"

Jeremy's body snapped into a stance he'd never taken, much like an idle character jerking into a fighting animation about as smoothly as you’d expect for a buggy video game. His speech felt much the same. Thoughts he’d never dare say out loud coming out in the worst way they could’ve been phrased.

"This is so you!" A punch that Jeremy didn't throw nearly connected to Michael's newly shocked face. "You love to feel superior," another punch that Michael narrowly avoided, "just because you eat eel on your sushi!" Yet another, "And listen to music on vinyl!" A successful kick to the side that caught Michael off guard, "And you don't care about being popular!"

The SQUIP had taken control of Jeremy’s body before, usually just to get him out of a room or something equally menial. To watch his own body attack Michael without his input while he was powerless to stop it was nothing short of horrific. And to hear such twisted sentiments falling out on his mouth was just as much. Michael’s easy indifference to a reputation that Jeremy had always cared so much about was a little annoying, yes, but this wasn’t the time nor the way that Jeremy wanted that dirty laundry to be aired out. Not when his sheer admiration for Michael outweighed that little smidge of underlying bitterness.

The weight of just how long it’d been since they last linked up started to press down on Jeremy. Two months of no AotD or weed or runs to 7-Eleven all caught up to him and hit him at once. Holy shit, he missed Michael so much. And to imagine a world where he didn’t have him? Where the SQUIP completely erased him from his life, for good? Jeremy couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let the SQUIP win. He loved Michael too much to watch him fade away again.

Wait. He loved Michael. Like. As something other than a best friend. As someone he didn't want to be apart from ever again if it could be helped, and he hoped it could be, considering the technological uprising in progress. He’d never paid much mind to the more… questionable thoughts he’d had of Michael and always just blamed it on hormones, or loneliness, or some resignation that no one else would ever date him so fantasies were the best he was gonna get. But… no. No, he wanted that stuff too. There was a bigger reason that the homophobic remarks of years past hurt as much as they did. Impulsive stoned desires of kissing Michael weren’t a sole product of being high; they hadn’t come out of nowhere.

Jeremy loved Michael. His humor, his charm, the upbeat energy that seemed to follow him everywhere - SQUIP happenings notwithstanding - there was a reason he’d felt so hollow after blocking his friend. He'd always known he loved Michael; they'd known each other pretty much their whole lives after all. He just hadn't known the wider scope of it until... shit, why did the world decide now was the time to give him this revelation?!

Michael caught Jeremy's foot out of the air, struggling against the second kick the SQUIP was trying to land since the first one had actually yielded results. "Of course I care!" He threw Jeremy's foot down, causing a stumble and forced repositioning. "I just know it's never gonna happen!"

Michael tried stuffing the soda back into his hoodie pocket, only being able to get it partially in before Jeremy pushed him into the wall with strength that wasn't his own. "So you resent me because I didn't give up like you did?" a scary voice sneered. 

Michael grabbed Jeremy's wrists and crossed his arms over his chest to give him less mobility and reach to fight him. Something painful flashed over his face. "No, I don't resent you! I'm jealous you try!"

"Well I'm jealous you don't!" The truth of the words scratched at Jeremy’s throat as he tried resisting whatever lie or petty jab the SQUIP wanted to twist out of him. The SQUIP tried thrashing Jeremy out of Michael’s grasp, but an overcalculation brought them both falling to the ground instead.

The Mountain Dew Red fell out of Michael's pocket with a dense thud, followed by a quiet hiss. A thick layer of pink foam began to form atop the meniscus of the soda as the bottle jerkily rolled a few feet away before coming back halfway to a wobbly halt.

Michael grunted in pain upon landing with Jeremy on top of him. "Then why are you hitting me?!"

"I'm not-" Jeremy’s fist veered just far enough left to miss Michael's shoulder and punch the stage floor instead – it hurt, and it was the most he'd been able to accomplish, "trying to!"

Michael managed to take hold of Jeremy’s wrists again. The SQUIP fought hard to keep control. Jeremy hoped that he could fight harder to take it back. "Well don't try harder!"

“It’s not me!” Jeremy choked out, the burning in his scraped knuckles getting drowned out by the one holding his body hostage. “It’s- my- SQUIP!”

He sloppily tore himself off of Michael, the pain of resisting the SQUIP’s actions strangling a raspy gasp out of him as he hit the stage floor. The friction prickled at his elbow as he tried to distance himself and keep from hurting Michael further. He couldn’t get very far before he was seized into place by the SQUIP’s electricity again, like when he’d tried calling Michael. Jeremy didn’t think he’d ever been in more pain, but he’d endure it if he didn’t have to watch himself fight his best friend.

Michael’s eyes widened in horror at the kind of power the SQUIP had, then darkened upon things becoming more personal than they already were. He’d never been fond of anyone that went out of their way to hurt Jeremy, and the SQUIP was clearly no exception. "It's. What?"

Unshed tears stung Jeremy’s eyes. He wondered if fire burned half as bad as this. He wondered if Rich knew. He wondered if he’d live through this and actually be able to tell Michael what he really meant to him. "It's taking over my body.” Jeremy tried pushing himself up, but his arms gave out beneath him. He felt like an elephant was standing on him. It was so hard to breathe. “You gotta help me! I'm sorry!"

[northwest-cryptid]

The future is now, and a lot of people really don't like it.

It's something I've noticed, I was born just before the turn of the century, and I grew up with a lot of talk about what the future would be like. Computers, the internet, technology itself was still fairly new at least to the everyday consumer. Sure my father had been programming for years, but cell phones were still bricks we had to carry around in our pocket. This isn't a put down, so please don't think I'm using Zoomer as a derogatory term or anything but; Zoomers may not really grasp the fact that our first cell phones were these really chunky bricks that had 2 toned small screens that literally could just make calls or play snake. Texting was a pain, you had to literally hit the same key multiple times to cycle through letters and then wait for it to move to the next slot if you needed a letter on the same key.

And yet, almost everyone around me, and everyone I spoke to online was excited about technology; about the future. Integration of tech into the daily lives of those around you was the coolest stuff you could see, we had classes in school that taught us not just how to type and use the computer, but also things like internet safety and even really basic stuff about how to program. We're talking about elementary school by the way, I was playing computer games in the lab and learning how to type properly, how to stay safe online; and in some cases even how to make games. It was uncommon for anyone even in middle school to own a cell phone, and if they did it was a Nokia. You had people who would swear by Apple products because "they made the iPod!" Which yea, you read that correctly; not the iPhone; the iPod. The iPhone was still just this sort of concept back in the day. The idea of a future where our phones could do more than play snake, send texts, and call people.

You had a lot of people online who made their own websites and were lamenting how easy the internet was becoming for "just any schmuck on the street" to use. It used to be a utopia for only the biggest nerds with their text based computer games and personal websites. However it was quickly becoming more and more accessible to the every-man and people were divided on whether or not that was a good thing. Some didn't care for the direction the internet was going, and others enjoyed the attention the internet and technology by proxy was finally getting.

With more people being able to use technology effectively, the demand for better and better tech was growing. At the time, the capitalistic nature of the industry was fine, it prompted companies to compete for the biggest and the best new stuff to show off. If you were going to spend your money on something; it really had to be quality made. This isn't just about cell phones and computers either, if you look back at how much advancement was made in game consoles back during the time of the Gamecube or Dreamcast eras, you'll see that no one in the console industry could stand by and make sales by just being a brand name. Everything from computer parts to gaming consoles to even software was becoming better, whether that meant faster; higher definition, or even just sometimes having bigger numbers. I mean hell the Nintendo 64 literally put the number in the name to tell you how big of a deal it was.

This was the golden age for technology, and I am genuinely sad that a lot of Zoomers never got to really experience it. We shit-talk Zoomers for growing up without tech literacy, or being iPad babies, but the truth is; they're not taught like we were. Most of the older Millennials, or gen Xers had a lot more understanding of tech because we either were literally raised on it, or we were making it. Zoomers never got to experience what it was like to know the what and why of new tech coming out. The market has become so taken over by capitalistic greed that no one is really happy about it.

We wanted a world where tech made people's lives easier, integration of tech into your daily life was meant to simplify things. Not to advertise 20 different products to you before you can request an uber to come pick you up just so it can ask you if you want to upgrade, only for your uber driver to be so distracted by their phone and the reek of marijuana that they can't drive safely. Which mind you, isn't to say phones or weed are necessarily bad, but hey don't drive under the influence you piece of shit, especially not with passengers; you make the rest of us look bad! Now I gotta go online and complain about this on social media, of course I'm talking about like, maybe one of five social media sites people actually use. Yes it's highly censored and what isn't censored by the people running the site is likely to be caught in the net of the social culture around the website, so of course I have to watch what I say and over explain myself. Then I think I'll reblog that post about how we're all explaining ourselves too much and being too nice and we're too afraid to speak our minds and we really need to stop doing that. Then I'll answer the anon hate I got for speaking my mind and trying to not over explain myself because the social culture net is so broad it encompasses significantly too many different kinds of people who won't see eye to eye...

My point with that whole paragraph is to say that even someone like me, who adores technology and wants it to progress and wants it to integrate more into my life; still doesn't agree with what has become of it. I think the worst part about it is that some of it is inescapable while other parts can be fixed but every time I say that I get yelled at for it. It's like people would rather believe they're trapped here than understand they still have a lot of power over the use of their technology. It's easier to accept the world around you when you don't feel like you could do anything, when you understand that you could do something rather than merely complain it creates a dilemma. Suddenly you know for a fact you could fix your problem, but that requires a certain amount of effort on your part. I've heard people tell me they can't learn to code in HTML for reasons branching from trauma to disabilities. Which is baffling because if you can literally make a text post on tumblr, or send me anon hate to yell at me about how you can't possibly learn HTML; you could easily type out HTML or copy paste it.

However I'm not here to point fingers, I'm here to say I've noticed that the places we can't escape from are getting more and more aggressive, and no one feels like we can do anything. It's rough, because I know if we did try to do something it would be a hell of a lot more effort than just getting people to figure out they could make their own websites if they don't like the ones they are on.

The majority of public transport, businesses, and restaurants have apps that require you to have a smart phone. I sit down and ask for a menu, I'm told there's a QR code on the table I can scan. I once told a waitress my phone couldn't scan QR codes and she made a big fuss about how they don't have physical menus anymore and she wasn't about to tell me what all they had as options. It was my fault for being too poor to afford a good enough phone. Something that was once considered a luxury is now a necessity to eat at an establishment. If you're curious, it was a waffle house. A fucking Waffle House decided to do away with their menus and opted for QR codes. Thankfully I've not seen this catching on with other Waffle Houses, but consider the target audience of a Waffle House. This isn't some fancy classy restaurant, this is a 24/7 diner where you stop in at 3 AM to eat some poorly cooked hash-browns and eggs that were made by a poor college student who isn't paid enough; and hope no one starts a fight because the only other two people in this place are drunk off their ass and getting a little loud with the waiter. When I asked the waitress for literally just hash-browns, a couple of eggs, and bacon; a typical breakfast you could get just about anywhere that serves, you know; breakfast. I was told that's not a menu item and that I'd need to order off the menu if I wanted to actually buy anything. We went back and forth for about 5 minutes and I was doing my best to be polite about the situation because I've worked food service before and I understand too well what it's like to just want a quiet, simple shift. Finally the manager came out, charged me about $7 and made me some food. When they told the waitress to leave me be I heard her remark "alright but they were being rude as fuck" as she walked off. Mind you the only thing I asked for was a menu, then some food; and then asked what the menu item most resembling my order would have been and to just charge me for that. As the waitress stood off in the corner of the Waffle House she literally pulled out her smart phone. Not once did she offer to just scan the QR code for me and help find an order closest to my request, or any such thing. The situation was simple in her mind, I didn't have access to their QR code menu, so I couldn't order anything; end of story.

For many if you take public transport and you need an app for it, your phone needs to be able to run that app. If it can't you're out of luck, it doesn't matter if you have the money for the bus, it doesn't matter if you could pay a taxi. You need to have the app on your phone to travel, you need to scan a QR code to eat, some apps will literally ask for your ID or driver's license, so that's fun. I've literally had apps ask me for my social security information. Yea, remember kids don't give out your personal information to anyone online... unless it's this fun app you use, because remember the guys at [business] are your friends! I know you may believe that they're a business and therefore they have to use your data responsibly, but the truth is that's just not how it works. The people working at Google, at Tumblr, at Uber, they're all just people; people like you and me. Except they have access to your cloud storage, they have access to everything you've ever posted, they have access to your location, they have access to any pictures you've taken that get automatically backed up to your phone with metadata that lists the exact place it was taken; yes that includes your nudes. "For your eyes only... and like all the google employees who see this, and that one creepy guy who screenshot it and shares it with his friends uwu"

Not to be a boomer, but back in my day we were literally taught internet safety in school; and a lot of people cared deeply about this sort of thing. They weren't so apathetic to it all just to get through the day, I hear people say "oh I don't care, I know they're watching, listening; they know everything about me, targeted ads are real; etc." Hell I've been there myself, it's hard to care about it all because it feels like it's everywhere. I understand you may not want to really concern yourself with it, but when you're aware of it you can actually take measures to prevent it where you can. That's literally WHY we were taught this shit in school.

Truth is, I still have those hopes of a future where tech is part of the daily life of those who want it. I love the idea of convenient apps and fun websites. I love the idea of tech advancing and everyone finding new ways to enjoy life. Things like Vtubers, VR/AR tech, video games, and yes even the good things about shit like cell phones, and smart devices. That's all great, but I want it without all the bullshit. I hate using AR tech and going "hi random Meta employee who's likely viewing my data, location, and possibly has random access to my cameras and what I'm running on my own personal tech!" People call me paranoid, they bitch at me for being cynical; and I can't blame them. I really can't, because I know I'd enjoy life a lot more if I didn't think like this, if I didn't know what I know. It's that age old saying that ignorance is bliss.

However, when I see things like the Old Web Movement, and I understand people are trying; they're fighting the good fight and I'm just sitting there? I can't do that. I have to do my part, I have to try as well; or else I have no right to complain, to want for better tech; safer tech, more private tech. I can't scream about something as simple as discord suddenly telling me about everything my friends are playing, or what they're watching in a server I'm not even a part of; unless I'm actively actually doing my part to spread awareness and fight against the violations of privacy that so many tech applications are imposing upon people. I have to speak up even if people hate me for it.

If I was alone on that front, I'd probably let it die; I'd just be some hermit living my own way and not even care. However when I see people trying to fight for others to make their own websites, to give that power back to the public. When I see people trying to teach others how to jailbreak their tech, how to fight back against the automation of data mining and AI stealing your every word to teach some multi-billion dollar waste of electricity. I have to do my part, because I was born just before the turn of the century; and while I'm sure people would tell me it's not that deep. I still dream of the future that was promised to me when I was young, and if I can't have it in my life time, I'll fight for Zoomers; and if they can't have it in theirs, I want them to be armed with the knowledge necessary to help the next generation.

[sonicasura]

Sonic/ Pokemon

WHO TURNED MY BASE INTO A RAVE!?!?!?

Ultra Beasts were strange creatures, they all were very, very similar too Pokemon yet completely different. The Ultra Beasts had the strange power to tear open Ultra Wormholes were ever they may be a jump right through them, to go and explore other worlds or in Xurkitree's case look for someone. That was what Xurkitree was currently doing as they were roaming a strange defunct base looking for a friend.

That friend was Trainer as Xurkitree had followed the Frontier Brain to this new world, wanting to be with there friend and see if Trainer was willing to let the Glowing Pokemon stay with them. Xurkitree had followed Trainer's energy signature to this world and detected that Trainer was near Xurkitree. This led Xurkitree to follow Trainer's scent all the way too a strange base that had a wierd insignia of someones face plastered all over. Though Xurkitree didn't care much about the who the base belonged too and just broke or zapped whatever was in there way

Afterall they were here for Trainer

Which after a bit more exploring they had found Trainer, rumaging through some scrap metal and spare parts. The reason Trainer was doing this was for the robots on Scrapnik Island, as they need some fresh parts to countinue building the machines that were need for a automatic gardening tool. Xurkitree decided to surprise Trainer and lifted them up and started tickling them to greet them.

After a couple minutes of tickling and laughter, Xurkitree stopped and put Trainer back on the ground to let them get a proper look at Xurkitree.

Trainer: Splashin' Magikarp, Xurkitree I never expected too see you here. Not that I mind that you came too visit me Xurkitree, but why follow me all the way too this world just for a visit?

" Xurkit Xur Xur Kitree"

Trainer: You want too be apart of my team, that's awesome Xurkitree. I would absolutely love you joining the others and I, Raichu and Hoopa would be super excited that you are joining us Xurkitree.

The conversation went on for a bit longer before Trainer told Xurkitree that Trainer need too get a couple more parts and then they both can leave. However Xurkitree in there curiosity went up too an old computer terminal while Trainer collected the rest of the parts and plugged there wires into the computer. When Trainer turned around after collecting the final part, Trainer was just in time too see Xurkitree begin there Magnum Opis. A few seconds later the lights of the base turned on and started flashing a whole assortment of different colors like a disco ball.

At Eggman's Lair

Dr. Starline: DR. EGGMAN, ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR OLD BASES JUST CAME BACK ONLINE!!!

Eggman who was working on his new secret weapon the Metal Virus, let out an angry growl before turning too face Starline.

Eggman: I swear if it's Sonic messing up another one of my bases I will send the entire Egg Fleet to blast them into oblivion. They already mess up my good bases but know are try too pilfer my genius creations!!! Orbot!!! Cubot!!! Bring up visuals immediately, so I know who I'm about to obliterate.

Eggman walked over too his giant computer screan and was joined by Dr. Starline who wanted too see who the intruder was. What they were greeted with Trainer and Xurkitree out in the courtyard who were currently laughing themselves too tears as Rotomdex was recording something just out of view of the camera.

Eggman was both shocked and interested at Trainer being there and there new Pokemon, along with Dr. Starline. Eggman commanded Orbot to switch too another video feed too see what both Xurkitree and Trainer were laughing at

No one was prepared for this

A disco rave and all the Eggpons dancing in perfect sync with each other. All done by Xurkitree as when they plugged themselves into the system they took control of all the left over Eggpons and well here we are

It took Eggman and everyone a minute too process before Eggman broke the silence with a big shout

Eggman: THEY TURNED MY BASE INTO A RAVE!!!!

It was definitely an interesting day for everyone

Trainer absolutely shared the footage with Sonic and it quickly spread throughout the hedgehog's friend group. If the video somehow spread further out then the youth wasn't responsible. Also Xurkitree would turn an Eggman base into a rave.

They're a chaotic mischief maker alright.

*Just got the missing GIF ask so here you go!'

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 27

F2F

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (oral sex, f receiving, p in v sex)

2021-Chicago, Illinois

"Hey, Angie."

She looked up from her computer and smiled at her coworker. "Hi, Charlie."

"I brought you a coffee." He set the white cup down on her desk.

"Oh, thanks."

"Hey, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab dinner tonight?"

"Dinner? Like a...like a date?"

"I mean, not unless you want it to be."

"I just haven't been on a date in a while."

"Yeah, of course. I totally get it."

"That wasn't a no."

"It wasn't?"

"No."

"Then in that case, does seven o'clock work?"

"Seven is perfect."

"Great. It's a date."

She grinned as he walked away.

🤍

Angie stared at herself in her full body mirror. She was smoothing her red dress when Sophia walked into her room.

"You're so pretty, Mommy."

Angie smiled and knelt down to her daughter's level. "Thank you, baby. You're pretty too."

"Not like you."

"But you look just like me. So that means you have to be pretty."

"Uncle Neil says I look like Daddy."

"Uncle Neil's kinda right. You have your daddy's ears."

"Is that good?"

"Mhm. He has cute ears. And so do you."

The knock on the door caused Sophia to light up with excitement. She ran out of the room and reached up to unlock the door.

"Hey, princess."

"Daddy!" She jumped into his arms and squeezed him. "I missed you!"

"You saw me two days ago."

"I still missed you."

"I missed you too."

"I know it's only Tuesday, but thank you for taking her." Angie came out of the room and set Sophia's bag down on the couch.

"Of course. I'll take her whenever." He looked over to Angie and froze. "Woah."

"What?"

"You look-"

"She looks pretty!" Their daughter chimed in.

"That's an understatement."

"Thank you."

"Where ya going?" He set the girl down as he began to question Angie.

"A friend asked me to dinner."

"She's going on a date."

"What?"

"It's not a date."

"This friend? It's a guy?"

"Yes."

"That's a date."

"No it's not."

"No guy asks a woman like you out to dinner for just the food."

"I'm not doing this right now." She sighed. "Soph, go make sure you got all the toys you wanna bring."

She ran into her room while Angie walked into her own. Michael followed her as she sprayed perfume on her body.

"Hey, can we talk about this?"

"Talk about what?"

"I don't know if I want you going out with some guy."

"You jealous?"

"You're still my wife, Angie. 'Course I am."

She tried to hide her smile as Sophia ran in between them.

"I got all my toys!"

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow, sweetie." Angie kissed Sophia's cheek before slipping her heels on.

"Ange."

"I really gotta go." She grabbed her purse and walked towards the front door. "Let's talk later."

"Hey, just be careful."

"I'll be fine."

🤍

It was dark and quiet when Angie texted for Michael to come to the door. The once warm summer air had chilled as the day turned into night.

Mikey opened the door with a yawn as he scratched his grown out dark hair. His sweatpants hung low on his hips while his chest was on full display.

"What're you doing here?"

"Hey. I just came to get Soph."

"I thought she was spending the night?"

"Dinner ended early, so I thought I'd take her off your hands."

"It's ten o'clock. She's asleep."

"Oh." Angie sighed. "Did I wake you?"

"A little bit."

"Sorry."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just go home."

"I'm up now. You might as well come in."

She sighed as she walked past him and headed into the living room. "Thanks."

He sat next to her on the couch and leaned against the arm. "Dinner ended early?"

"Mhm."

"At ten?"

She rolled her eyes and huffed. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"What, he stand you up or something?"

"I wish."

"That bad, huh?"

"You know when you try something new, and you think it's gonna be amazing, and then it sucks?"

"Yeah."

"That's what tonight was like."

His lips slowly grew into a smirk and he began to chuckle. "Holy shit."

"What?"

"He was a bad lay."

"Oh my god." She hid her face in her hands and groaned.

"Jesus Christ, Ange. Don't tell me you left in the middle of it."

"No. I left right after."

"Wow."

"It was so bad, Mikey. And I wasn't even that attracted to him."

"So why'd you go out with him?"

"I don't know. I figured...it was time to move on."

"Why'd you think that?"

"I mean, we weren't exactly making progress to get back together."

"You told me you weren't ready. So, I waited."

"Really?"

"I meant what I said, Angie." He cupped her face and softly stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I wanna be a family again. I still love you."

She leaned in and held him tightly, taking in the scent of cigarettes and the cologne she had bought him years ago. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in as close as he could.

"I love you too. I never stopped."

"I know you have no reason to take me back, but I'm gonna try everyday until you do." He whispered into her ear. "I'm gonna do everything I can to prove to you that I can be the man you need me to be."

Angie held his clean shaven face and pushed their lips together for the first time in over a year. His fingers crept up to the top of her dress and slowly pulled down the zipper. Mikey waited for any signs of hesitation from her, but only received encouragement. He gently pushed her back on the couch and began to kiss her neck.

She kicked her heels off as he moved down her body, bunching her dress up around her waist. Mikey lifted her hips up and pulled her red lace panties down her legs.

"I thought you only wore these for me?"

"He didn't even deserve them."

"Damn right he didn't." He placed her legs over his shoulders and pressed his lips to her thighs. "I'm the only one who knows how to take care of you, huh?"

"Mhm. Only you."

Mikey softly kissed around her clit before licking a thick stripe up her center. Angie dug her fingers into his hair for stability.

"I missed how good you taste."

"Oh my god." Angie tugged on his hair as she threw her head back against the cushions. The way he sucked on her clit caused her to gasp. "Fuck, don't stop."

"Yeah? It feels good, baby?"

"Yes." She turned her head to groan into the pillow. "So good."

Mikey moved his head up and down, pushing her cunt harder against his face, if that was even possible. The bump of his nose rubbed against her clit, causing her to arch her back off of the couch.

"You close, baby?" He mumbled against her. She nodded, holding his head still against her pussy. "Yeah? You gonna cum on my face?"

"Oh my god." Angie placed her hand over her mouth, trying to not wake her sleeping daughter and mother in law upstairs.

He kissed her sensitive core as she came down from her high. Mikey pulled back to catch his breath. As he sat on his knees on the floor, Angie pulled her dress over her head, tossing it before kneeling down to kiss him again. Mikey placed his hands under the thighs and lifted her onto his lap.

"You're so beautiful." He ran his hands over her bare skin. "My pretty girl."

His words in her ear sent shivers down her spine. "I need you, baby."

"I need you too." He whispered against her lips. "So fucking badly." He reached down to untie his sweatpants.

After removing the remaining clothes separating them, She leaned forward, pushing him back against the floor. Mikey grabbed her hips, positioning her dripping entrance over his hardened length.

"Oh my god." Angie gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders as she slowly sank down onto him.

"Fuck. Oh, I missed you." He softly gripped her neck, bringing her down to kiss him.

"Shit." She pressed her bare chest against his as she continued to move her hips. "So good, baby. So good."

"You look so pretty for me. Still taking me so well after all this time."

"I love you." She wined. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby." He held the back of her head before flipping her onto the floor so he could hover above her. "You look pretty like this too." He placed his forearms on the carpeted floor as his thrusts started again.

"Oh, fuck." She gasped, holding onto his biceps.

"That's what you needed, huh? You just needed me to make you feel good."

"God, yes."

"That other guy doesn't know how to touch you, does he?"

"No." She whined.

"That's right. I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

"Oh my god." Her nails dugs into the flesh of his arms. "Don't fucking stop."

"Shit." He groaned. "You're gonna make me cum, honey." Mikey's fingers trailed down her body until he reached her clit. He began to circle it using the same pace as his thrusts.

"I'm so close." She breathed out.

"I know, baby, I know. You gonna cum for me?"

She nodded, unable to speak from the pleasure he was giving her. Angie sunk her teeth into her lip, trying to silence her loud cry as she came. Michael buried his face in her neck to muffle his noises.

"Oh my god." She whispered.

"Fuck." Michael breathlessly said as he softly kissed her shoulder.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He tilted her head up so that he could kiss her gently. The couple remained in each other's embrace as they caught their breaths.

[sincerely-sofie]

The finishing of this fanfic has left me with some pretty mixed emotions. On the one hand, I dont want it to end. It's such an incredible piece of work and even though I finally committed to reading it a few weeks ago, it already feels like such a significant part of my life. On the other hand, I'm a little glad that it's over. FAR from the sense it was bad (I'll steal your liver if thats how you interpret it) but moreso in the sense that it was like a good crying session. It's something that a lot of us (or I assume a lot of us) typically want to avoid even though we know its good for us, and satisfying after the fact. It's like catharsis in a way. Endings aren't always a great feeling in the moment, but it's something that we can look back on with a fondness.

I'm so glad I found this work. I'm being completely serious when I say that this fanfic, and the other content you make, has changed my life for the better. Its helped me reconnect with that love I have for creativity after nearly a decade of not making anything even though I wanted to. It's helped pulled me out of a few ruts of depression. It's helped me realize that I'm not actually emotionally stunted (per my own conclusions) and be more willing to cry instead of burying those feelings. In the past I would just, kill these kinda thoughts before they got far because of how much I wanted to avoid crying. Much less actually writing them down, or express them to someone else. But now, I've been crying the whole time I write this, and for the first time in, I think ever, I'm okay with that. I know we don't actually know each other, but you've genuinely helped me become a better person with the things you make. Thank you so much for everything you've done Sofie. hey look! I got your name right!

But enough about me. I feel like it's getting indulgent at this point. (I've gotten dehydrated with how much ive cried writing this and from what I can tell, you cry a lot more than I do. So go drink some water first, and then) I wanna hear your thoughts. What are your thoughts and feelings about your work being finished? Do you have plans to take a break from creative endevors for a while, or are you gonna keep going? Are you going to be expanding more on this and other au's, different fanworks or move into something completely your own? Whatever the case may be, I'm excited to see what more you are going to come up with!

From the bottom of my heart, and on behalf of everyone else, Thank you for everything.

It's so surreal to have posted that final chapter. I finished the first draft almost 100 days ago exactly, and I spent a number of days after completing it kind of adrift. I'd go to my computer every morning like I had during the month prior and sit down, ready to write, only to remember that I was actually supposed to be taking a break before I made the final edits.  It didn't click in my head that I had actually done it… until a couple weeks later when it hit me like a truck that I had an entire completed manuscript sitting in my Google Docs. I think I was making myself lunch at that moment, and I had to bolt to lie down on the floor and put my legs up against the wall because I was ready to pass out at the realization. 

This feels pretty similar. For me, The Present is a Gift— the main fanfic, at least— was finished in mid-January. But the process of uploading it and agonizing over what people thought of every passing update wouldn't be formally done until about 3 months later. It still hasn't clicked in my head that I won't be posting a new update once Tuesday rolls around. 

On the subject of taking a break— I've actually been taking a break, at least partway! I've barely written anything after I finished TPiaG's first draft, and I haven't drawn much “serious” art, for lack of a better word, since I started my blog. I've still been making things, yes, but scattered oneshots and sketchy pieces without solid lineart are not my typical fare. I'm usually a lot more “exact” with what I make— words fail me here— I hope I'm not being too vague! I might take a brief break as I finish up the winter semester, but that would be less a break from creating and more of an “OH MY WORD I NEED TO FOCUS ON NOTHING BUT PASSING THESE COURSES” kinda thing. 

TPiaG (along with its derivative AUs) is still very much a living project to me— there's a lot more stories the characters have in them, even if I struggle to envision a full-on sequel. I'm absolutely going to answer the asks relating to it that I've received over the months along with any I continue to receive, and if I get any ideas for comics or oneshots here and there, I'll make them. As for what's officially next up on the Sincerely Sofie menu, I'm planning to make a visual novel that's a lot more meaty than the last one I made. I'm not sure if it will be original or based on TPiaG— but a visual novel is the medium I'm planning on! 

I'm so overwhelmed by your kindness. I truly don't have any words. This project started off as something private to help distract me from a depressive episode and to process trauma, and it's become so much more. I'm so glad it was able to help you. Catharsis was the keyword for TPiaG— I wanted it to uproot difficult emotions and help people start to heal from them, but I never dreamed it would really help anyone but myself. So to hear it was able to provide you with that is unbelievably meaningful to me. 

I gave myself the goal somewhat recently to let myself cry whenever the urge strikes me. I used to go months without crying, and whenever I did shed tears, it was alone in my room while muffling the few sounds I accidentally let slip. I'm a natural crybaby, but I had schooled myself into thinking for a number of reasons that it was bad to cry— that it was selfish, or attention-seeking, or weak— so I've been trying to reclaim my teary-eyed identity. It's been difficult, but it's so freeing to let myself feel things fully. All of this is to say: let the tears fall. I've helped more people by crying than my stoicism ever did. 

Thanks again. I can't properly word my gratitude, but know that it's overwhelming :,>

[pof203]

A Summoner Birthday

Special Quest: Kyuma

This place is awesome, Lupin! I feels like a dream.

Well, this is a world in a computer. But it's still breathtaking. Even David's enjoying himself.

You brought Kyuma and David to the virtual fairytale world for some fun.

Kyuma: I heard about how you guys fought some dragons in that castle you were sleeping in. I'd like to see that, too.

Lupin: Okay. Let's go there.

Kyuma: (happy) Thanks. Let's get changed first.

So, you, Kyuma, and David go to Arachne's shop before going to the castle of the sleeping beauty.

Wow! This really looks like a fairytale castle. And I really like the clothes Arachne gave us. Mine's look just like the ones we wore at Valentines.

Lupin: (in princely regalia) She had a feeling you'd like it. Now come on, let's have a look around.

David moves around happily as if to say he's eager to see the castle as well.

You, Kyuma, and David look around the castle. Suddenly, you find some rouge wyverns flying around.

Kyuma: (readying his sword) I don't think they're happy to see us.

Lupin: (sword also at the ready) Well, this castle is pretty much their home. We just sort of walked in unannounced.

The wyverns all fly at you to attack.

After an almost long battle, the wyverns finally see you mean them no harm and let you into the castle.

Thanks! Sorry for just barging in!

Lupin: Don't worry, we won't be any trouble! Now come on, let's see the rest of the castle.

Kyuma: Okay.

David also seems to agree.

So, you, Kyuma, and David go into the castle to see what else is in there. After looking around, you find a place in the castle you never knew about.

Lupin: (surprised) Wow! I never knew about this place.

Kurogane's voice: It's new. I added it in case you want to see the castle again. You can even go swimming in it if you like.

Kyuma: I don't see why not. How about it, David?

David nods with excitement.

Lupin: I could use a dip. Let's go.

A little later, you and Kyuma get changed and go into the water.

Ahh! The water's great. Kurogane really outdid himself this time. What do you think, Kyuma, David?

Oh! Right. I guess it's nice.

Lupin: Is something wrong?

You notice that Kyuma looks jittery with David trying to comfort him.

Kyuma: Sorry. It's just... I think this is such a nice place. You and Wakan Tanka would love it.

Lupin: Yes, it would.

Kyuma: So... Why ask me to come here? You could have asked Wakan or the others to come here. But why just me and David?

You, wanting to assure him, goes to Kyuma and put your hands on his shoulders and therefore, David's arms.

Lupin: Because you are just as special to me, Wakan and the others just as we are special to you. I want you to know that. We all love you and want us all to be together. Though Wakan and I love each other the most, that doesn't mean we love you less.

Kyuma: Even though I'm almost always benched at every game?

Lupin: Even that.

Kyuma: I... I guess. Whenever I see you, Wakan, and the others, I just feel so happy. Not being able to play in games much doesn't seem that bad. Knowing that you all believe in me just warms my heart. It's a feeling I don't ever want to stop feeling. And I know David feels it, too.

David nods in agreement knowing that you and Kyuma love him, too.

In that moment, you three come close together, knowing that the future will be a happy when with this wamrth.

After enjoying the spring a little longer, you three get changed and begin to make your way back to Candyland to return home.

[sege-h]

Thoughts on the State of Play reveal

Under a readmore just in case

1- I know I said I'd keep the Son*dow tag blocked for a bit after Prime ended but I think I'll keep it blocked till the end of the year now lmao

2- I know the rumor has been going around since yesterday but I took it with a grain of salt since it's. Yknow. A rumor. But even when I let myself think 'what if its real tho' this is SO FAR FROM WHAT I EXPECTED. A!!! I thought at most we'd get is a remaster that'd also make Shadow playable! As soon as I saw the new level I was like WAIT WHAT. WAIT WHAT!!?!? and it just kept going from there!!!

I'm so happy we'll be getting a HD biolizard fight! He'll no longer be contained to the 3DS! Also from what little we saw Shadow will get to have some dynamic posing in the boss fights, like Super Sonic did in Frontiers. Good! I loved those!

3- Ian Flynn has #KnowingSmile'd the announcement and I'm hoping this means he got to write for whatever new content there is.

And speaking of Frontiers! I'm hoping that this ends up being Shadow's 'Frontiers' moment. In that his writing and character get what Amy's, Tails', and Knuckles' did in Frontiers.

4-I had the stream off to the side in another tab since I wasn't interested in most of what was shown. And then I heard the first few notes of the Generations music and i immediately switched tabs and I just!!! Feel like I did in 2011 except my computer/internet is way better, and you tube is shittier!

5- I'm excited for this for such Me reasons. For those new here- I live in a country that had no Sonic stuff for...well, never, really. Not until about 2022. The second movie did what I'd hoped the first movie would do (but then the pandemic happened) and brought over Sonic stuff here. For the first time in my life I went to a toy store here and it had Sonic stuff. I got to buy physical Sonic comics for the first time. For the first time in my life I can go to a video game store and actually see Sonic games there. It's been wild

That being said, 2011 had Nothing. Sonic Generations came out. And I didn't want to pirate it because a friend of mine had worked on it. I was determined to find it. And I only saw it irl one time- for the Playstation. A console I've never had. It was pretty upsetting! I remember posting about it here even....I've been on tumblr too long SHDGSHDHS

Later I'd find that there was a 3DS version. I have that! So I looked for that version of it alongside the PC one

So, for almost a decade, I looked, to no avail. And for this whole time I refused to look at any playthroughs! Any knowledge I had on whats in the game came from the trailers we saw

And then in 2019 my best friend helped me buy the 3DS version. I had 9 dollars on my 3DS and whenever the game went on sale it'd be on for 10 dollars. So he gave me a dollar and helped me get it SHDGSHDH

So I finally experienced Generations! It was surprise after surprise in that one, because I knew it was different but I didn't know how. I didn't expect a Rush level in it, or for the Biolizard to be in there!

And then in late 2020 when I got my new computer and could finally get steam, another close friend got me Generations for the PC! I'd somehow managed to dodge spoilers on it all those years so all I knew about it was: Theres Green Hill, Chemical Plant, City Escape, and a Silver boss fight.

I got to play modern City Escape for myself- which is the level that inspired the current iteration of my main OC, Storm. It was a joy

All this rambling to say...it's wild to think that once this remaster comes out, I'll be able to get it day 1, at least I hope I will. Still-it won't take me almost a decade to get to it

And if there's a physical release? I'll be able to go to a store here- HERE, not in one of our neighboring countries, not from somewhere else, but in a store here. Right across the street. And I'll finally have a physical copy of Generations. That was my final goal with the game-- I love it, I have two versions of it! And the plan was always that even though I'd gotten to play them now, if I ever ran into a physical copy of the game, I'd buy it. And now I'll really get to do it

6- Bonus thought of me being silly: Wowow my OC was shown at the State of Play--

[gingersnappish]

Hi! I just want to say I absolutely adore your art, and I'm so excited to see your new stuff! Particularly anything Kylo Amidala related, it's my favourite au/concept of mine and I love seeing different artists takes on it!

I was just wondering if you had any advice for new artists? I want to be good at drawing but I get so discouraged when things don't come out how I envisioned.

Also, could I ask what you use to draw your art? Is it a digital setup you have? Would you have any recommendations on things to get?

Sorry to ask you so many questions, so please feel free to ignore this! I hope you have a lovely day, and thank you so much for all your wonderful contributions to the kylux fandom ❤

Thank you so much, Anon, for this lovely missive! It was such a warm feeling to find it in my inbox and brought a smile to my face! I love Kylo Amidala more and more the longer I'm in kylux fandom-honestly I wasn't sure if he was my 'thing' or not at first, years back, and then the more I saw takes on him in art and writing and fandom in general, the more he grew on me :) He allows for so much fashion fun and character creativity-like you said, it's really fun to see everyone's 'take' on him! Part of the reason it's taken me this long to respond is that I read what you asked about starting out with art and related hardcore! The thing where you got the vision but it can feel discouraging when stuff doesn't come out finished like it looked in your head? That was me for like- a couple decades. Still me on certain days. Like, MOOD, my friend! The good news is: every artists struggles with the above problem. So you are not alone! I guess in a sense, the bad news is also: 'everyone from beginners to seasoned professionals ' struggle with this....so yeah, it doesn't ever *entirely* go away? BUT! Better news: There have been a lot of 'takes' written and a lot of good advice given about how to mentally manage the 'it doesn't come out how I wanted' phenomenon! It's not so much 'make it go away' as it is 'learn to manage that phenomenon in a healthy, painless, productive way'. And that is a learnable skill that gets *a lot* easier with practice!

Also: I hoard tutorials/drawing resources for all levels/YT channels/'how to think about and approach art meta'/etc like a dragon hoards gems, so I'm putting together a post of resource links that might help or give you some starting points--that is taking a hot minute to craft though, so I figured I should just go ahead and respond here today and then post the resources list as soon as I get it finished (so you don't feel like your ask just went into the void)! Re: What I use to draw....time was, that would have been a whole post to itself on traditional materials and comparing computer programs and such. These days it's real straightforward: Procreate on an iPad :) I'm entirely digital these days but my honest opinion is that everyone is drawn to different materials and media and you should feel free to try out working in whatever interests you, whether that is digital art tools, or traditional media like acrylic or ink or something else! Also: making lots of drawings and practicing with what is cheap and available will get you farther,faster than any expensive supplies when you are starting out. Ballpoint pens and a pad from the Dollar Store (or equivalent where you are) are perfectly serviceable for practicing-plus sometimes I personally find I relax and have more fun experimenting and less angst if things don't come out how I wanted if I'm not working with something 'precious'. Case in point: I have custom-leather-worked sketchbook made by a friend sitting up in the office, being exquisitely beautiful and gathering dust. It is empty but for a single drawing, that I became unsatisfied with the day after I finished it. I got that sketchbook 7 years or more ago and I'm still trying to convince myself to use it properly. In contrast, last summer we went to the beach near our house and while we were there I ended up with access to cheap kiddie art supplies from a summer 'communal stash'-a blank sketchbook of the lowest quality paper and 10 colors of crayola pencils, half sharpened. It was a 'throw away', didn't matter what was done in that book-there were 10 more like it in the pile. I ended up doing a bunch of messy stuff born of people-watching and seagull-antics-observation. Filled 5 pages, both sides, and felt incredible joy in the making of shitty scribbles! And then I just put the book back in the 'communal stash' at the end of the day, since there were still a bunch of blank pages left. It was low-pressure and extremely freeing. (side note: when we went back a week later, the other sketchbooks were gone but that one I'd messed around in had more doodles from artists of all ages and beginning skill levels. And more the week after that. I think it turned out to be pretty freeing for a lot of people.) OK, this turned into a way longer response than I intended-boy, can I 'talk'! I hope you have a good day! Wishing you lots of positive creative vibes!

[thompsborn]

ooh ooh!! if it’s not too late: could i get a quick backstory on why the Gang is majoring in what they’re majoring in?

YES ABSOLUTELY OH MY GOD !!!

okay so peter has already stated what he intends to major in. it was in chapter four when he was talking to harry:

Harry’s brows quirk up, just slightly. “Oh, really? What are you planning to major in?” The question makes Peter perk up—these prerequisites are soul sucking, but he can’t lie, he’s excited to eventually make it back into a lab again. “Biochemistry, physics, and chemical engineering,” he says. Then, more as an afterthought, feeling that bubble of energy that he used to get when making a new discovery in the labs at the tower, or coming up with ideas with Ned, he adds, “I’ve also considered mechanical engineering and doing a chemical physics degree instead of separate physics and chemical engineering, but the more I looked into it, the more it seemed like a good idea to do the individual programs first, and then maybe come back one day for chemical physics in the future, you know?”

i picked these degrees because 1. when looking into them, they just felt like what mcu peter would be most interested in, but also 2. the main majors that peter tends to have in the comics is biophysics, bioengineering, and photo journalism, and since photography isn't as big a thing for this version of peter, the other two felt more fitting, but i thought regular physics better suited mcu peter. and then chemical engineering, while often connected to like industrial chemical plants, is basically the development of products through chemical processes. which is like. literally peter making his spidey webs lol.

i haven't officially stated any of the other characters majors in the fic yet so just to be safe i'm going to put theirs under the cut and use the spoilers tag for this post in case anyone wants to wait until it's brought up in the series! (warning: harry's answer is Very Long)

harley's was obviously going to be connected to engineering in some way, that's just like. very obvious in my head for any version of harley that's based on canon and not a total au. specifically, though, i see harley more of like mechanical engineering. while i see peter as more about the chemicals (even though he would also be good at mechanical engineering, esp considering in homecoming it's mentioned that he used to be in the robotics club) i see harley as more like a bot builder, a tinkering kind of dude. kinda like tony. mechanic, you know? i pretty much feel like every version of harley i've written would major in mechanical engineering.

though on my alt ao3 babyloveparkner i have a fic with harley majoring in mechanical and aerospace engineering, electrical and computer engineering, and minoring in chemical and biomolecular engineering, so like... i think mechanical engineering fits him best but i could see him double majoring in something else.

for homeward bound harley specifically? as of now, where we're at in the first fic, he's planning to major in just mechanical engineering, but as the series continues he may become open minded to doing a double major or minoring in something as well. i can definitely see hb harley getting attached to electrical and computer engineering. i haven't decided yet for sure if he'll actually add something else but at the very least he'll consider it at some point.

gwen was kind of hard to decide tbh? because like canonically she is also a stem major, in the comics she specifically majors in biochemistry, but like. idk i wanted to keep her stem and an absolute genius but i wanted to try a slightly different approach.

currently in the fic she's technically undecided other than knowing she wants to go into stem, but as the series progresses she's going to find a passion for criminal justice and forensic science. i may also have her double up with something else, maybe she'll still also get a biochemical degree as well, but with her being involved in peter's investigation and her dad being a cop i can just really easily see her wanting to combine her love of analysis and science with a passion for solving things and helping people. specifically for hb gwen!!

harry was the hardest to figure out because no matter how much i have looked i have not been able to find a single confirmed major for him in any version of canon. like he's also incredibly smart in most versions of canon, especially the most recent game where he's shown to be as nerdy as peter (even though he also states that peter is the smart one out of the two of them) so it's like...

it's really hard because obviously homeward bound harry is VERY different from any version of canon harry, which was done very intentionally because of the fact that in no way home norman mentions the fact that oscorp doesn't exist (which is why i made it so norman exists in hb but that he tried starting up his business during the five years between snaps and in the same industries as stark industries so, while oscorp does exist, it isn't a huge skyscraper like it usually is, which is why raimiverse norman wasn't able to find it and assumed it didn't exist at all) and then norman says "my son..." with this pained expression on his face, basically implying that harry doesn't exist either. but, like with oscorp, i wanted to make it so that harry does exist but norman wouldn't have been able to find him even if he tried going to like a local library and looking him up.

hence the name change - harry lyman - and, also, by making him harry lyman, peter doesn't recognize his last name and connect that he's the son norman mentioned at FEAST. but also that means harry can't know who his dad is, because if he mentions that his dad is norman osborn at any point then peter will be able to connect those dots anyway. therefore, harry doesn't know his dad, and oscorp is a little starter business between norman and otto that's struggling to make it off the ground and build any traction.

but that fundamentally changes harry in a lot of ways, you know? he doesn't have the same daddy issues he has in canon because he doesn't know who his dad is and has had no influence in his life from norman. the most significant thing about his dad is that he was never in his life to begin with. but that also means harry wasn't raised rich, he wasn't raised surrounded by his dad's business, and he isn't expected to take over the company one day like in canon.

so that crosses business degrees off of the list, because without the influence of oscorp and norman, i don't see any reason for harry's character to be interested in any sort of degree relating to business. plus, there's still the fact that his character is shown to be super smart, so a stem degree would make the most sense, and then also there's this connection between him and his friends because they're ALL going in some kind of stem, which i think is cool.

but what stem degree fits harry? specifically homeward bound harry?

i looked through a lot of lists and did a lot of probably unnecessary research into various different types of stem degrees, and i kept hb harry in my head the whole time - the way i've developed his personality, what would make the most sense?

what i've decided on is applied mathematics.

the reason for this is because i can very easily see harry loving math. i haven't really gone in depth with his background prior to the start of the fic - all that's really been established is that he was raised by his single mom, emily, in the suburbs of new york, and up until esu, he never had any friends, which contributes to why he values his friendships with peter, gwen, and harley so much. and, obviously, he doesn't know who his dad is and doesn't really care to find out.

his background is going to be explored more down the line in the series (i've said this before but by the end of the series there's going to be scenes from the pov of everyone in the spidey squad, including harry, and also one shots from various perspectives as well) but what i'll say here is that his childhood was pretty confusing to him. he was happy with his mom, yeah, and he may not have been raised rich but he was never poor, either - he never worried about food or clothes that fit or losing their house. he grew up comfortable.

but also he grew up unsure about a lot of things. he was never able to make friends because he didn't really understand how. the kids at school never seemed to struggle with talking to each other and making up games on the spot and becoming friends in a matter of minutes, but his brain just never worked like that. he could never figure out what to say, he could never really get into the games the other kids wanted to play, and while he liked running around a playground sometimes, he always preferred a book or a worksheet.

he's not neurotypical, is basically what i'm trying to say. then again, literally none of these characters are, but harry was never like a "normal" kid. (harley is kind of similar in the fact that he never really had any friends in rose hill and he never wanted any, either)

so basically, harry struggled to understand a lot of things, like how to make friends, like why he didn't know who his dad was (his mom has always told him that it doesn't matter, which is kind of why harry now doesn't care because he's always been told it doesn't matter so why would be care about something that doesn't matter, right?), and various other things in the world and the people around him.

but he could always understand math. it's consistent. there's rules. sometimes the rules are confusing and kind of convoluted, but with enough practice, even the confusing and convoluted ones can make sense. there were always things he was curious about, too, though, so while he found comfort in the structure of math, he also found intrigue with other stuff, too. he loved to learn. always has.

applied mathematics feels like it makes sense for homeward bound harry, because applied mathematics is literally the application of mathematical methods in different fields. it can apply to physics. it can apply to medicine. it can apply to finance and business. computer science. engineering. biology. robotics. SO many things.

he loves to learn and i think he would love to be able to apply math, something he's always loved and found some comfort in due to it's consistency and that he's always found fun due to it feeling kind of like a puzzle he needs to solve, to various other fields that he would also love to learn about. it's all encompassing.

that's a really long explanation i'm sorry i didn't mean for the answer to end up this long but!!! those are the majors that i've decided on for the core four in homeward bound!!

[ouraniatm]

@musicalpriestess (aka datentm) asked: today was a special day to the heir prince of briar valley, as it was the day that his beloved was born into the world and graced his long life with excitement and new experiences. even though cora would be most opposed to any attention directed towards her, malleus would be remiss if he didn’t have a celebration of her birth on this day. even if he couldn’t have a grand party in her honor, she compromised with a small group of close friends of theirs. nevertheless, malleus would pull cora aside to present her the gift he had for her. ‘ happy birthday, cora, my dear. i know you don’t usually have something as this but i thought it fitting, nonetheless. ’ he handed her a small, blue velvet case that hidden inside was an intricately shaped multicolored gem that hailed from his homeland upon a beautiful silver ring. ‘ you may wear it upon your finger, as a necklace, or however you wish. but this gemstone is much like you, a multifaceted person of wonderful colors. ’

most wouldn't go too far for cora, someone who was the type to sneer at you just for looking at her. even for her birthday, there were fewer students who approached her simply to congratulate her just because it was mandatory...and those students were from her own dorm. some of them gave her gifts, sure, but they weren't too much - not that she cared much, either...some, however, would be more excited for this day than she was, ever. one of them was malleus, himself. it was odd to have the prince of briar valley try his damnedest to throw a celebration for cora, despite her obvious reluctance, but hey...if she managed to come back from the dead, then anything is possible.

in the end, cora went along with a small party at ramshackle, with those closest to them in attendance ( it was mostly malleus' usual group, sans for silver and jamil who were her friends, oddly enough ). while everyone had a merry old time with each other, she was pulled from prying ears and eyes by malleus to be given a gift of his own. color her curious, this time around, as she takes the case with small hint of wariness. ❛ hahhh...this is gonna be something way over the top, i just know it. ❜ it just fit his nature, after all.

once opening it, cora is rendered silent when gazing upon the unfamiliar gem, it's many colors glazing upon her eyes and simple design of the silver ring clearly surprising her. well, damn, so much about her "over the top" comment, she thought to herself before looking back at malleus with a small scoff at his following comment. ❛ you sure got an interesting take on "wonderful colors", horn boy...what's next, i'm some kinda rare gem, too? yeah, right... ❜ she chuckles mid sentence, small smile creeping along her lips. if you looked closely, you'd see small hints of pink dusting her cheeks, as well. ❛ well, whatever, i'll hold onto it, maybe put it on my computer desk...dunno if i'll ever wear it, jewelry's kinda not my thing, but...i guess it looks beautiful. ❜ pausing for one moment, cora looks back down at the ring...this time, her expressing seeming only a tad gentler - the look only someone who ever gave a damn for her would ever see. ❛ ...heh... thanks, malleus...~ ❜

happy (belated) birthday, cora (19/07)!

[givereadersahug]

2022 Fic Round-Up (Again)

Am I doing another fic round-up? You bet! They deserved to be talked about. Why should I stop talking about them once I publish my work? Thanks for the tag @danpuff-ao3!

Rules:

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular),

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year,

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year,

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year,

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

Tagging - Anybody who see this post, go write ahead! I want to read about your fics and what you're excited for!

5 fics

I'm going to try to talk about fics I hadn't talked about before. Got to spread the love! And I feel like some deserve more attention, or at least an acknowledgement from me that -- yes, I wrote the thing and no, I didn't forget about you.

The Mirror of Erised (Harry Potter, Gen, 200 words) - This was written for a prompt community on Dreamwidth, which challenges you to write a drabble using 100 words or 200 words in total. The prompt for this work was 'shattered glass.' This was...different. I knew immediately I wanted to write a fic using the Mirror of Erised. I have a whole complex backstory for the mirror and how it came to be and what it saw through the years. And I knew how I wanted to end the story. The story would make for a heartbreaking, well-rounded fic if I had the capacity and the talent to convey the emotions I wanted to convey -- the devastation, the yearning, the complete loss, the possession. So I used this prompt as an exercise. Sometimes I do that --- most of my drabbles are slice of life fics that don't need more than a few hundred words to express. But for some --- for some, I want to see if the story is worth telling. Does it merit an expansion? An in-depth look? A second chance? It's a great exercise, imo, and I get my bazillion and one ideas out there in the world and not hidden away in my folder on my computer to never be seen again. The process of thinking about the world and editing the drabble and seeing it published --- it helps with figuring out which story is worth my time and which isn't worth my time. Maybe I will go back to it. Maybe I inspire someone to write something. Who knows? But back to this drabble. I'm proud of this drabble. I think. I'm proud of the story in my head that I have for this world. I do, however, want to change the wording and the pitter-patter, rhythmic way I wrote it. (Since I think the rhythm was lost a bit and certain sentence structures, imo, were wonky.) But the reception over on Dreamwidth was great. People really responded to it and I really love the story in my head. Which that's the problem, huh? If only we have a way to transfer the stories we envisioned directly onto the page. Now I'm just rambling. Back to the topic. I'm proud of this. It deserves to be talked about. There. <3

Peace (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, 200 words) - This was also written for a drabble prompt community on Dreamwidth. The prompt was 'you know me.' Matchablossom. What can I say? They are my comfort ship right now. Unlike my other ships, this one is 'realistic' in a way that this could be my parents or my friends and their partners or the loving couple I know down the street. Just them. Being old friends who happened to be in love and do domestic things together and fight and be annoyed with each other --- without the fate of the world hanging in balance, or a chosen one prophecy, or complicated planetary relations muddling the waters. Comfort. It's the little things you do for the person you love, which I think I captured in this drabble. The little things that Kojiro does for Kaoru throughout their days together. (In this case, feeding him, since Kojiro runs a restaurant and Kaoru is a mess of a human being who forgets to eat and needs to be fed.) Action speaks louder than words -- the dynamics of their relationship, their feelings for each other. I was working on my 'showing, not telling' and I don't know. This drabble is one I often come back to to read. Most of the fics I read is all about the complexities, or the dangers of saving the world/country/universe/etc, the grit & harshness of a couple getting together. Which is great! But sometimes writing about domestic fluff and established relationships with no true conflict --- well, there are so few writers that can get that right for me. Each genre and each trope is complex in its own way, and everyone has different tastes, and sometimes you just have to write the fic you want to see in the world. This is a long-winded answer to just say that I know what I like, and I love this drabble.

Forgiveness (Harry Potter, Severus Snape/unnamed male character, 625 words) This was written for the hp-coffeehouse community on Dreamwidth for the prompt - coffee/tea in hot weather/summer. Old man Snape! Waiting in a teashop and asking for forgiveness from an old lover. I wanted to write a Muggle AU about regrets and...man, was this hard. I think I did okay. I went for a more lyrical style. I had no specific male lover in mind, since this was about Severus coming to terms with his past actions. I was reading Yoko Ozawa's works at the time (highly recommend her books) and I was trying to capture her style. I don't think I succeeded, but I'm happy with the outcome. Even if it took me a while to get this written. 🤣

Devotion (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, 7316 words) I wrote Intricacies first. Devotion is a remix of that fic. I was dumb and thought - 'Huh. What if there was a fanfic that actually dealt with the real legal issues in Japan in relation to same-sex couples adopting?' Cause, let's be real here. Same-sex couples can't get married and they can't adopt. (Yet.) And there were a lot of fanfics about Kaoru and Kojiro happily married and maybe adopting a child, and I decided to throw cold water onto the parade. I wanted to read a fanfic about their struggles to get married and to adopt, and when I couldn't find one, I wrote it myself. In the end, this fic isn't even really about them adopting. It's about them coming to terms with each other and them being a team. Adoption and marriage (and to a lesser extent, citizenship, a whole other bag of issues Japan has) was just a vehicle in Kaoru and Kojiro being more Kaoru and Kojiro. You think that given I wrote the fic I have the words to express my feelings about it or talk about the emotions I wanted to convey, but I can't. 🤣 Anyway, I'm proud of this fic. Go fic!

Colours (Harry Potter, Snarry, 2268 words) This was written for the Liquid Luck Drabble challenge. The prompt was a photograph of blue butterflies on a fallen log. It's pretty simple. I just wanted to write a fic in which Severus gets railed by Harry. But I also wanted Severus to be hopelessly smitten? But yet in a Severus way? idk how to describe it, but I wanted to write how Mr. Darcy looked in the second proposal scene in Pride & Prejudice (2005). Completely enamored, enchanted, beguiled, besotted---- basically all the adjectives. 🤣 I wanted to create a sense of ethereal and grace in the story, cause the photograph (which is linked in the story) is such beauty and mystic and other-wordly. I know I'm not a plot-heavy writer. What I do want is to bring up certain emotions while you read and I wanted this fic to be like a dream you dreamed once.

4 WIPs

I'm not going to count my fest fics. Mostly, I just don't want to jinx myself. I have yet to drop a fest and I feel like the more I talk about them, the more I get insecure? Have second thoughts? Something goes funny in my brain, so here are other projects I hope to accomplish in the next year or two.

The Loneliest Time Project. I always wanted to write a series of fics based around a theme, so I figured new year, new project. The Loneliest Time is the sixth studio album released by Carly Rae Jepsen and it's my favorite album of 2022. It is also ripe for inspiration. Each song is an examination of different types of loneliest. There is cynicism in this album. There are heartbreaks, regrets, bitterness. I have a few ideas already. I just need a push to actually write them out.

King Severus. My bedtime story for Coco. I'll finish it! I promise, Coco! I PROMISE.

Your Name & Paranorman. These are two Snarry AUs I spoke about once or twice on Discord. I have the outlines. I just...hmmm. Something is holding me back, and I need to figure out what it is.

Restoration. My incomplete Snarry AUctoerfest entry. The one I dropped and wrote something else for the fest. I'm hoping to have this one done before the 2023 AUctoberfest, but who knows? *crossing fingers*

3 improvements

I got over my writer's block? That is a major improvement, I think. 🤣 Do I even need the other two?

Signing up for fests! That really helped in getting my mojo back. And participating in prompt challenges. I apparently like structure and rules, so fests & prompts really helped this year.

Learning not to worry too much about being perfect. English is technically my third language. I used to be obsessed over my fics having to be perfect before I even think about posting them online. I don't even care if my plot would be received well as long as my grammar is perfect. My grammar is farrrr from perfect. (I'm sure there are a bunch of mistakes in this post.) I have eccentricities in my writing style, the way I talk, the way I think. Nobody is ever perfect, so why should I be? And the edit button is always there. (Also, can I say again how tenses are the BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. arghhhh.)

2 resolutions

I want to crack that 10k mark. One of my fic needs to hit that 10k mark. Please?

Thorki, my love. My OTP. You are intimidating and scary to write for. I hope I can write something for you. So far I have dipped my toes in. I just need to submerge myself fully. Hopefully. Maybe.

1 line

Hmmm. I only have one line? But..hmmm. Okay, for this bit I decided to randomly choose one fic from SK8 the Infinity and one from Harry Potter and pick a line from there. (Or in this case, a paragraph.)

Devotion - (SK8 the Infinity, Matchablossom, 7316 words)

This moment at the tail-end of Kaoru’s rant, him voicing all his anxiety filled thoughts he must had have obsessed over – this moment with Kaoru’s flushed cheeks, his hair out of place from all his gesturing, and his eyes filled with heated passion and the deluge of pure emotions cascading from every pore – Kojiro thought he was in love with Kaoru before but this. This was the moment Kojiro knew with absolute certainty he was head over heels, couldn’t live without, shout from the sun and moon and stars and heavens he was totally, devastatingly, hopelessly in love with Kaoru – the most infuriating man Kojiro had ever known, and the most caring man Kojiro had ever known. He would have fought the world before for Kaoru, but now he would fight Kaoru if he himself got in Kojiro’s way in making him happy.

Dragons - (Harry Potter, Severus Snape/Charlie Weasley, 2659 words)

Dragons were misunderstood; people always saw them as violent creatures when they were anything but violent. Hulking and snarling, they were gentle creatures at heart. They react with brutality and sheer force when backed into a corner. I knew how to handle the beasts; I am reaping the reward for bedding one.

[hotchshands]

The Case | Chapter 1

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Summary: The BAU is assigned a new case involving a stalker whose victim is you. The team rushes to the scene to take down your stalker, only to discover that you are the key to catching him. Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner begins to take a liking toward you upon discovering your identity despite the age difference.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Contains: slow burn, mentions of stalking

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of the series! I'm super excited for this new series and I hope y'all are too. Enjoy! Sorry for the wait.

"What have we got?" Hotch asks JJ on the way to the conference room.

"The Cyber Team has asked for our help in identifying a potential stalker," JJ quickly responses.

Hotch nods as the two cross into the conference room where the rest of the team sits eager to hear the case. Penelope Gracia stands in the front of the room, handing JJ a remote as she begins to brief the team.

"The Cyber Alert Team has asked for our help in identifying what they believe to be a 'high-risk stalker.' The team discovered a series of footage and images all of the same woman floating around cyber-space. Each with a message from the unsub, who releases everything on a blog on the dark web," JJ explains to the team as images of the case appear on the screen behind her.

The entire team hang onto her every word, reviewing the casework as she talks. Garcia, however, looks away from the screen, eyes solely on JJ and the rest of the team.

"The images all seem to be taken from a high vantage point, a building with a clear shot inside the victim's apartment. Some of the video footage, however, seem to be taken from the victim's computer," Derek points out.

"Stalkers tend to distance themselves from their chosen victim. Some stalkers chose to go after celebrities or persons in high society. Others chose to go after someone they know. Judging on this unsub, I'd say he knows his victim," Spencer chines in.

"Whatever the case may be, the Cyber Team needs us. We leave in 20," Hotch says bringing the briefing to a close.

30 minutes later…

The team arrives at the office where every member of the Cyber Alert Team is busy working. SSA Hotchner approaches a man who looks to be slightly older than him, “Agent Powell, good to see you. Catch us up. Where are we with this unsub?” The two shake hands.

“Thank you all for coming so quickly. We are dealing with a peculiar case. This unsub has made it virtually impossible to find him, and our victim doesn’t seem aware of being watched. There have been no calls or reports of stalking that match this case, and we haven't been able to identify the victim,” Agent Powell explains to the team.

Hotch nods, "Thank you Agent. We'll need all the footage and images you have. Finding our victim will be the key to finding our unsub."

"On it," Agent Powell walks away toward his office.

Aaron Hotchner turns to his team who stands ready to work the case. He doesn't waste a second, handing out assignments to each member of the BAU, "Penelope, start setting up anywhere you see fit; we'll need you ready to create a timeline. JJ and Emily talk with everyone on the Cyber Alert Team and take notes. Derek and Rossi start a profile on our unsub based on what we know about stalkers. Reid, I want you to review the unsub's blog and read everything he has written. I will review the footage Agent Powell has. We meet up and review our findings later this afternoon. Got it? Good."

The team begins to spread out, rushing to solve the mystery of this case. Hotch, on the other hand, marches toward Agent Powell's office.

"I got all the images of our victim we've collected printed out here, and I got one of my guys setting up the video feeds in a private room if you follow me," Agent Powell ushers Agent Hotchner over to a room hidden down a hallway of the main office area carrying the box of photographs. Upon entry, the room is dark and quiet. An agent stands over a series of screens displaying video feeds of the same woman. The video is a bit grainy, but Aaron could easily make out the environment the woman is in, making a profile possible.

Agent Powell sets the box down on one of the tables in the room and motions for his agent to leave, leaving Aaron alone with the mysterious woman. He takes a seat in the chair and looks up at the feeds. Part of him feels gross for invading this woman's privacy, but another part of him feels intrigued, though he isn't sure why. He looks over at the box Agent Powell left him and opens it, grabbing a stack of photographs. The photos appear mundane. The woman is a mere blur, and windows seem to block part of the unsub's view. This is definitely the unsub’s first victim; she’s special to him and it was his job to figure out why.

Hotch began by examining the photos. There must have been at least a hundred photographs in that box cause Hotch was in the verge of falling asleep. He decides to leave the room for a short coffee break before moving on to the video feeds.

Hotch walked back into the office, coffee in hand. He scratched his head a little and sighed knowing that it was gonna be a long day. He takes a seat in the chair and looks at the monitors. Each video had a timestamp in the top left corner making it easy to know when the footage was taken making the creation of the unsub’s timeline that much easier.

Hotch clicks play on the first video, dated 8/15 at 11:34 a.m. The video is grainy, like the photos, but the cameraman is obviously watching from another building close by. The camera zooms in on a bedroom window. Inside the bedroom is a woman who appears small compared to the furniture in the room. She walks in and out of the room, her back facing the camera each time, so Hotch can't see a face.

He moves on to the next video, dated 8/23 at 4:56 p.m. Much like the previous video, it is shot outside, looking into the window. This time, the woman appears to be sitting at a desk. The poor quality makes it hard to see what she's doing, so instead of focusing on her, Hotch looks at her room. The room is small, with white walls, wood floors, and two windows. The bed is up against the window the camera is shooting in on. There's a wooden desk and a wooden chair to go with it against one of the walls. It's hard to see, but on the desk is a glass of water, a mug that appears to be full of pens, a small plant, and a lamp.

He sighed, moving on to the following video. In the following few videos, you remain face away from the camera. So far, Hotch has seen you sit at your desk, walk in and out of the bedroom, pour yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, wash dishes, and cook. He must have spent 4 hours watching you from the privacy of the room Agent Powell provided, so he figured it was about time to meet with the rest of the team to see what they discovered.

Agent Hotchner exits the office and heads toward the central office space. He sees agents from the Cyber Alert Team busy at their respective desks. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his team members huddled in a conference room. He makes his way over to the conference room and enters.

"What have we got so far?" Hotch says in his authoritative voice, which makes the BAU turn their heads toward their boss.

"I've gone through all of the unsub's correspondence, and he begins his posts with vague descriptions of the photos or videos he captures. The posts start June 21st, and what's odd is the first post is just a message with no media attached at all," Spencer speaks up.

"Isn't his whole agenda to show us he's watching this woman?" JJ asks.

"The guy seems impotent. He clearly lacks the confidence to approach this woman and engage with her, so he resorts to watching her from afar," Derek butts in with his own analysis.

"I agree. Stalkers are loners. They don't have any social skills, and they most certainly don't have the guts to go after the women they want. It's not until they suspect something’s in the way of them being together that they do something other than watch," Rossi explains. The team nods in agreement with Rossi, given that he is the older and most experienced profiler on the team.

Hotch takes in the team's input and nods to himself, deciding it fits with what he's seen thus far.

"The unsub's first message, what did it say?" Hotch looks over at Spencer, who then scrambles to find the printout of the message.

"There's this new girl that I work with. She's absolutely beautiful. She smiles when I look her way and listens when I speak. She's a dream come true, but I'll only end up hurting her, so I need to be careful, but my god, she is everything," Spencer reads.

The conference room grew silent after Spencer read the unsub's words. Hotch knew it was out of discomfort and curiosity — hell, the words made him uncomfortable — but he couldn't help but believe them. The woman was special — that much he knew.

"His insecurity explains the distance and hesitation, but from what he describes, this woman could be anyone," Emily breaks the silence.

"You're right. She could be anyone, but she's special to this unsub, and we need to figure out why — she's the key to catching him. Gracia, where are we at with the timeline?" Hotch spoke.

Penelope Gracia, the BAU's technical analyst, types away at her computer, flustered by being put on the spot, "Uh... The unsub's first post is June 21st, as Spencer said. The next post is on July 2nd, just a photo with no caption. He continues to post more photos a few days apart and starts writing descriptions, mostly describing her beauty. Then the first video comes out on August 15th. The latest post is dated September 4th."

"Why take a month to go from photographing the woman to videotaping her?" Morgan asks the group.

"He's in it for the long game," Rossi responds.

"How long til the long game isn't enough? Let's focus our energy on finding this woman. I'll distribute the photos Agent Powell was so kind to print out for us and ask that he send the video footage to Gracia, who will hopefully be able to find her in the database," SSA Aaron Hotchner said before leaving the room.

Once the team has copies of all the unsubs' handy work, they start looking over each one, ensuring they don't miss anything. Gracia, on the other hand, waits around for a hit on the FBI database. Hotch returns to the screening room to profile the woman's behavior in case Gracia's search comes up empty.

By the time the team calls it a day, it is 9 o'clock.

Taglist: @chicken-fifi @zaddyhotch

[mysticdreamcafe]

Finding my MoJo with some mystic help

I'm going to put this out there...I'm an intuitive empath that loves her crystals and tarot cards. Pendant's, and rune stones.

So after my rows with nature, stress, family, Dr's, and all around ill health (I don't have many Immunoglobulin G's which I call goblin G troup). Thanks to Goblin Gs going AWOL I have been on antibiotics since July of 2023. 2 weeks on these massive combo pills and a week or two off, repeat either till I am antibiotic resistant or I can get the shots to force goblin G troups to join me and fight. Lets not forget inhalers, nasal sprays, pills both herbal and pharma. medications.

I am going to fight with everything I have through 2024 and if there isn't a significant improvement in at least one area I will stop any traditional medical practices I can and try for a more holistic approach.

Especially, after a bout with COVID-19 that took over 6mo to recover from I have learned to deal with energy syphons. You know, the people who make interaction challenging and tedious. I've always been able to gage a room and the people in it but never trusted my instincts. That has changed, I know am trying to trust my first impressions and inner voice now.

I said I'd mention Johhny Depp in this post so here it goes. It's nothing exciting but more annoying from my point of view.

During my "I quit and will just wait to die" moments during the end of 2023 I saw what my giving up was doing to my mother and daughter. That's when I decided to get through the holidays and then make some changes. So my fingers started typing in preparation things like... nutrition, keto, raw diet, balanced, yoga, brain eating itself, replacing white matter, and so on. Each time I searched a topic Johnny Depp showed up in a clip. There'd be a dog, guitar, baby, rants on his divorce, with his son, etc. His clips had nothing to do with what I was researching.

Let me refresh you...I DON'T CARE ABOUT FAMOUS PEOPLE SO i DON'T RESEARCH THEM. Though stuff does pop up occasionally it's not about one celeb over and over. During this time I had looked up why people couldn't leave Keanu Reeves and his girlfriend alone. My daughter brought it to my attention so I searched.

According to computer science if you search a topic either via typing it on a keyboard or verbally asking an AI like Alexa about it. Once you've selected the topic: famous name, raised garden beds, new roofs, dog characteristics, etc. the search engine (bing, google, etc) will flood you with ads regarding these specific topics.

Mr. Reeves plays bass in a band so why was Depp the one showing up?

After a few weeks of Johnny Depp ads annoying the crap out of me I went to bed irritated and with a killer migraine. That is until I remembered...things usually happen for a reason. What is the reason? So I asked Alexa...what instrument he plays, his band name, other members, play some of their songs.

I'll be honest and say the first song didn't resonate with me. I continued for a few more songs and one was an Alice Cooper remix. This brought nostalgia and emotion that I've missed since I stopped listening to music regularly. Migraines and music or any noise don't get along so I opted for quiet.

I asked for Alexa to switch to 80s rock and something clicked.

I've started this blog and not sure how often I'll post since I quit Social medias for the most part...esp FB, to limit screen times. I'm looking into a free course on coding through Stratford U. I have a BA in computers but it's been ages since I've written code or done anything with computers themselves due to illness.

Remember I am writing most things, except this blog, long hand.

Oh I want to say in case one of Johnny's people see this post that I wrote to him to thank him for reminding me about my love of music. I stopped listening again during a rough patch and he started popping up again! I grabbed my headphones and started listening to some Mozart. A day later the pop ups were back to normal.

I received a mass produced photo of him, I don't think he signed it and it was simply printed with photo but the gesture is nice. If one of his people read this tell him that even though we've never met I thank him for helping me out of a dark time via reminding me of my love of music and to keep spreading his energy.

When I wrote Johnny I didn't ask for anything but I just wanted him to know he'd made a difference in some ordinary persons life without even realizing it.

The writing of letters long hand, in cursive, has helped and if anyone wants to pen pal please let me know and I'll set up a PO Box. Assholes need not apply!

Time for a reading and meditation.

May you be grounded and good energy surround you

MV