#IF I HAD ANY MORE TO ADD I SO WOULD BUT I JUST. NO YEAH I NEED TO PONDER THIS MORE + I LIKE YOUR IDEA A LOT

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The Envelope - LN4

Partnering: Lando Norris x impliedfem!reader

(There is no reader in this story but he talks about reader, no name is stated and reader never actually appears)

Type: Angst

Summary: Lando finally opens up at a therapy appointment and then goes home to deal with his grief- over whose death? The love of his life's, who happened to leave him a mysterious envelope.

Warnings: mentions of drugs, death, grieving, overdose, pregnancy, therapy, and suicide. (Let me know if I've missed any and I'll add them!)

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“It's been two months since our last appointment. How do you feel after the break?” The voice broke through Lando’s thoughts, making him realise that he hadn’t been paying attention since he sat down on the stiff couch.

“Fine,” Lando spoke as he looked up to the woman’s eyes slowly, seeing the look in her eyes that let him know that she didn’t believe him. “I’m fine.”

“Lando, this is a very difficult process to go through and understand, someone who was a constant in your life for years, someone who you loved-”

“I know what I lost, thanks. No need to remind me” Lando’s cold voice interrupted her as he looked to the ground again.

Dr. Maryes looked at him with sympathy- something he was sick and tired of seeing in people’s eyes when they looked at him recently. The woman, Dr. Maryes, was a therapist that his team had gotten for him; something about “needing to handle his grief better” or some stupid spiel like that.

He understood why he was there, he just didn’t want to be there. Lando didn’t need some therapist who understood nothing about you and his deep love surrounding everything to do with you to tell him how to deal with his feelings.

“I’ll never know what that felt like Lando, to lose what mattered most to you in the blink of an eye, while you couldn’t do anything; all the way across the globe.” Dr. Maryes told him softly.

Over the last few sessions with her, it had been a constant battle with Lando. He didn’t want to accept her help, feeling as though he was betraying your memory by moving on- like he was forgetting you by allowing himself to live.

“But you have to remember that she would want you to live. Isn’t that what you said in our last session? That she always wanted you to put yourself first, putting her own career on hold to follow you around the world for Formula One. She would want you to be happy instead of wasting away” Dr. Maryes always avoided using your name, knowing that it would just set Lando back even further than he already was.

As he just stared at the carpeted floor of the therapist’s office, Lando gave a small nod. That was you, always the one to sacrifice your own happiness so that you could see Lando flourish and thrive. 

You cared so much about him that even if you were sure when you were younger that you would never get married, Lando now constantly fiddled with your engagement ring that was on a necklace around his neck after the police gave it back to him. It was only a gold band with a few small but nice diamonds, just the way you wanted it, so he could wear it while racing.

“She was always the best part of me” Lando mumbled, reaching up with one hand to hold your ring in his fingers tightly.

“Sometimes closure can come from having something from the person to remember them by,” Dr. Maryes spoke after a moment of silence. “That ring on your necklace, can you tell me about it?”

Lando swallowed as a single tear was in his eyes, quickly wiping it away before speaking again.

“When we were kids, she used to say that she would never get married. So when we started dating I remembered that, but after three years she just started… hinting at engagement rings-” Lando’s voice cracked slightly as he talked about you more and more.

“It’s okay, talking about it is good. Is there anything else you have of hers?” She asked.

“Yeah. She had a locket that I got her on our first anniversary, it has a little- a little- a picture inside,” Lando stumbled over his words as he thought about you more. “With… us. Together. On our first date, when we had our first kiss.”

“Why don’t you wear that as well? Along with the engagement ring” Dr. Maryes asked as she leaned forward slightly; this was the most she had gotten out of Lando the entire time he had been talking with her.

“I just- everytime I look at the picture, her smiling face, her innocent features-” A sob broke out but he continued speaking. “I don’t know, it gets me thinking about things I know I shouldn’t.”

“What things, Lando?”

“Maybe if I forced her to come with me, if I had noticed earlier, if- if I would have been better then maybe she wouldn’t have done what she did. I mean- I spent the most time with her, I should have noticed the behaviours-”

“Lando, it’s not your fault-”

“But it is. There were signs. I ignored them because I thought she was getting better, I thought she was getting over it, over the addiction. But I was wrong, and she died because of it”

That was the first time that Lando had actually opened up about his feelings towards what happened to you. Yes, his friends had speculated amongst themselves that he felt guilt about your death since he knew about the addiction but he thought that you were getting better.

You had been seeing your own therapist about your own… issues. Lando himself had seen an improvement in your behaviour- hell, you had even brought up having children without any hinting from Lando.

It brought  him to tears even thinking about the fact that you were so far gone when you said that to the point of definitely having no idea what you were saying. Maybe it was all the drugs, making you happier, making you want children after years of not thinking about it, and that’s what hurt Lando the most in the days after he found out how you died. 

How the Coroner's Office said that the orderdose had been building up for weeks, months even, in small doses.

How he will never know how much of the last few months you spent together making Lando think you were getting better, making Lando think that you wanted children, making Lando think that everything would be okay. He’ll never know how much of that time you knew you would be overdosing on purpose a few months later, leaving him alone.

Clearly you had known, that much was clear not even just from what the Coroner’s Office said; a note had been left on the kitchen counter addressed to him, though Lando hadn’t brought himself to read it yet. He knew that it would just bring him right back to the start of his grieving.

Dr. Maryes must have kept talking since the end of the session came quickly, but Lando didn’t pay attention at all, too much into his thoughts to even think about listening to others.

“That’s all the time we have today, Lando. What I want you to take away from this session is that grief morphs the feelings of love and pain into one, you might spend the rest of your life trying to make sense of a decision she made in silence, but she wouldn’t want that” Dr. Maryes finished, getting up and leaving the room- knowing Lando might take a moment to leave on his own.

After an hour, Lando finally made it through his own front door.

It didn’t take an hour to get to his home- no, not a home, it was now just a house. Just an empty shell of a house without your blooming presence. Without the smell of your constant baking in the kitchen, the flowers that used to be everywhere in the apartment- which were now all dying due to Lando not taking care of them. You lingered but you weren’t there.

Instead of coming straight home, he took the long way that had barely any people on the street- the paparazzi and people in general were looking at him like they were waiting for him to fall apart on the sidewalk every since the news of your death spread (which they somehow found before Lando even told his team).

As he walked through the empty apartment, Lando kept his eyes on the ground. All around the apartment were photos of you two together, photos of you with your nieces and nephews, and just little touches that reminded him of you everywhere he looked that he couldn’t bring himself to put in a box but couldn’t bear to look at either.

“Goddamn it, Max” Lando groaned once he saw containers of food on his kitchen counter which was now clean instead of being filled with old plates and probably moldy food that he hadn't been bothered to clean up. 

Giving Max the spare key to the apartment was obviously a mistake, seeing as Lando hadn’t left in weeks he had the ability to turn Max’s food away at the door, but since he was out at the therapy appointment Max must’ve come in by himself.

Max also left the letter from you on the table, leading to Lando frantically checking the seal to make sure it hadn’t been opened. Obviously he knew that Max would never open it without his permission but he couldn’t help but check, seeing as the aging, months-old seal had become a comfort for Lando.

Though when he picked it up to turn it over, for the first time he touched the centre of the envelope instead of just the edges.

One would think this wouldn’t make a difference but Lando realised that what laid inside the envelope was in fact not a letter, or not just a letter. Instead inside the envelope was something like a… stick. He always assumed the reason the envelope was thick was because she wrote a thick letter, maybe a lot of pages, not this.

“No, don’t do this to me, love” Lando whispered like a broken man at a sudden thought about what could be in the envelope, choking out another sob as his heart somehow shattered for what felt like the thousandth time since your death.

As curiosity got the better of him, he slowly opened that seal with precision not even seen on the race track, his shaky hands looking away before he could even see what was inside.

Lando moved to grab his phone out of his back pocket- as much as he wanted to seal the envelope up again and cry whenever he saw it, he knew that he needed support from the one person who knew him best, but who he kept pushing away.

“Lando?” Max’s voice came through the speaker as Lando’s hands gripped the edge of the counter-top to the point of his knuckles turning white.

“I just- fuck, I don’t know what to do, Max” Lando’s voice got shakier as he spoke more, his eyes burning down at the opened envelope without looking at its contents.

“Talk to me, Lando. Tell me what’s wrong, let me help you” Max frantically said in a calm way, not knowing if Lando would just hang up on him if he took too long to answer.

“You know how before everything happened I told you that she brought up children?” Lando asked rhetorically before gulping and speaking again. “I- I touched the envelope today, and- I think there’s a- a- a you know… inside”

He couldn’t bring himself to speak the words, afraid of making it come true.

“Oh. Well, she clearly wanted you to know, and I think you should open it. I’ll stay on here the entire time, you can hang up if it gets too much, but we both know not knowing will kill you inside”

Max is right. It would kill him inside. Maybe not just inside but all together.

Why would she leave it for him if she didn’t want him to know?

But what if it’s positive? What if she killed herself knowing that she was pregnant with his child? Would that make him see her differently?

But what if it was negative? Would it make every little worry go away? Or would he be even further broken knowing that he never had a chance of having children with her? Giving him the negative test just to rub it in?

“Okay.” Lando spoke after minutes of silence and just thinking. “I’m going to open it, please just- I can’t do this alone.”

“You’re not doing this alone, I’m with you the whole way, Lando. I’m here” Max reassured him, bringing a comforting presence to Lando’s cold apartment.

Slowly reaching for the envelope, memories flash past his eyes; your first kiss, when you first started hinting at engagement rings, him proposing, you being there at his first Formula One Grand Prix win, your first time at a race, him at your university graduation- you bringing up children.

“What do you think about children?” She asked Lando, leaning over the barrier at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix.

“Children? What- you want them?” Lando asked her, leaning closer to her as well with a smile once she nodded slightly. “Really? With me?”

“Of course with you, Lan. Who else?” She teased, kissing him softly with a giggle.

“God, you make me so happy, love. If anything happened to you I don’t know what I’d do” Lando grinned before kissing her cheek and rushing away to his team.

Lando should have noticed the happy glint in your eyes fading at the mention of him losing you, he should have told your therapist about what he was seeing at home, but he wanted to believe that you were getting better.

The stick dropped from the envelope and landed upside down, the side that Lando actually wanted to see facing the counter.

With the drop and then silence, Max spoke again. “Everything alright? What does it say?”

“It’s fucking upside down mate.” Lando whispered. Any other person would just flip it around, maybe ask ‘why can’t you just flip it over, answer all your questions?’. “I can’t do it.”

“What? Do you need me to come over?”

“No, I- I just- I can’t do it. What if the results ruin the image that I have of her forever? She’s- she’s fucking perfect and if this is a result that I don’t like I don’t want to know, Max”

Even if he doesn’t know which result he would prefer, Lando knows that whatever the outcome is- it will change his view on your memory forever, and that’s something that he can’t just ignore to look past it onto all the good ones. Lando can look past the drugs and the overdose and the lying- he’d seen what it did to you, how it changed you and how you genuinely were trying to get better at some point; that it had just gotten to be too much.

But either you knew you were pregnant when you overdosed or you were almost taunting him with the fact that you weren’t pregnant and you had brought up children? That was something Lando could not bear to think about, let alone look past.

“Shit- I’m coming over, Lando. Don’t move and don’t leave the apartment, okay? I’ll be there in a minute, it will be alright” Max’s panicked voice came through the speaker as Lando could hear him walking, almost running, to his car.

Even with Max coming to help him through it, Lando still couldn’t do it. Maybe it was for the best, it might make it easier to move on.

With one final breath, shaky hands, and more tears running down his face than ever but somehow time moved slower than ever. Picking up the pregnancy test, he placed it back into the envelope and sealed it again, leaving it back in the place where he found it.

A mystery envelope for another day, maybe when he was on his deathbed,  maybe next week, maybe in ten years- who knows. But for when he was better and it wouldn’t change how he saw the beautiful, kind, amazing woman he used to know and now only see’s in his dreams and in his mind.

It might kill him to not open the envelope, but it would kill him even more to know.

[pompompurin1028]

for the ask game :> lost in reverie ⭐️ + dazai

A Moment of Respite

Summary: You decided to run a bath for Dazai when he was not feeling the greatest

Pairing: Dazai x reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Bathing together but nothing nsfw

Request: Prompt ⭐️ lost in reverie with Dazai

A/N: Thanks for the ask Aspen! I wasn't sure how much I would write but it seems I got quite inspired! I hope you like it :)

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Dazai's mind is usually racing with thoughts. Thoughts about the day, about how to mess with Kunikida, about how to ruin Chuuya's day the next time he sees him, about future plans to defeat Fyodor. There was rarely a moment when his mind left him alone. Although his mind was one of his greatest strengths, making him an important member both in the mafia and the ADA, sometimes… Dazai was tired of it. 

Dazai wished his mind would quiet down even for a second, give him some space to breathe, give him a moment of peace. 

Sometimes, Dazai envied others. He wished he could have a peace of mind, or have his mind emptied of all thoughts, even just for a second, a moment of tranquillity. There were days when that was all Dazai ever wanted. 

Yet, the moments he found peace were short and rare. Especially when Fyodor had been making plan after plan to defeat the ADA, he had hardly any time for a proper time to rest his mind.

However, while peace seemed distant and unattainable, even momentarily, amidst these stressful hours for the ADA in its battle against Fyodor, Dazai found respite in your arms. 

“My love, are you sure your ability doesn’t nullify mine? Because whenever I am in your arms, all my thoughts seem to slow down,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck one night. “You seem to possess some ability or magic of your own that you are not even aware of, I swear,” he adds softly as he tries to bring you even closer to him, as if wanting to melt into you. “Are you certain you are not deceiving me?”

You chuckled softly at his questions, running your fingers through his soft, brown locks, taking in this moment together with him.

He was tired, you can tell, even if he does not seem like it. Dazai does not enjoy voicing out when he is feeling weak, in need of comfort from you. But having been with him long enough, you have grown to notice the signs.

His hair was messier than usual. You noticed that he usually fixes it up before he comes to see you, because you once said how much you love his fluffy hair. The ends of his bandages were starting to come loose–it must be past the time he should be changing them. He greeted you more softly than usual when he came home; he clung to you more often than usual today. All signs that he was in need of comfort and your love, which you were all too happy to give to him.

“Sometimes, you say the most ridiculous things, Dazai,” you chuckled at his questions. You wanted him to know you were grateful he was still trying to make you laugh, even in such circumstances. “If I had an ability that could counter yours, I am sure that your colleagues will be keeping me under close watch.”

“Hm… Are you saying that all this is just caused by you, then? My, my, you must be even more astonishing than I first thought. You really take my breath away.” 

“Yeah, yeah, keep going with your dramatics. I won’t be flattered so easily.”

He smiles in amusement at your reply. “I must have spoiled you with too much flattery, then, if this is not enough for you. Cannot believe my compliments are starting to get stale!”

“Oh, please, that’s entirely your fault. But if you want me to work my magic on you, can I help you to a bath, love?” You asked him softly, continuing to comb your fingers through his hair as you rested your head on his shoulders. “You seem tired today.” 

He tenses slightly before relaxing. You tried not to look at his face as he slowly worked through the thoughts in his head on how to reply. Despite years of being together, vulnerability did not come to him easily, but you knew he was trying. And you were always there to give him a helping hand when you saw the signs, he was always so stubborn. 

“... Yeah,” he replied softer than usual. “A bath sounds nice actually.”

After making your way to the bathroom, he allowed you to gently peel off the bandages that clung to him like his second skin, revealing the scarred skin that lay beneath. You decided to kiss the revealed skin softly, before you started to unbutton his shirt. 

“Love… you don’t have to do all this,” he says, his breath a bit unsteady, as he is unsure how to react. 

“No, it’s alright, let me help you this once, alright?” 

He could only sigh and nod, letting you take care of him. 

Soon, he was submerged in a tub full of warm water and bubbles, eyes closed, lying his head back against the back of the tub, soaking in the warmth and comfort it provided. For a moment, he seemed at peace. 

“Will you join me?” He asked gently, opening his eyes to look at you. His eyes were warm, crinkling at the corners as he passed you a smile, softer than you would ever see somewhere outside of your home. When he gave you such a smile, you thought he looked more beautiful than usual. “Don’t worry, I won’t try anything, I promise.” Although normally, you would not have believed him, his tone felt sincere.

So, you joined him in the bath. Dazai came to embrace you as you sank into the water; you heard him humming softly to some melody playing in his head. It sounded familiar, like something you have heard before, but you cannot quite place where you have heard it from.

As if he read your mind, he spoke up. “This was the song playing in the cafe when we first met.”

“How do you even remember such things?” You chuckled as he kept you in his embrace, as if he wanted you as close as possible.

“It was a special day, how could I not?”

“Now, let me wash your hair before the water cools down.”

He released your waist reluctantly in reply, his fingers still hovering near them as if he wanted to press his hands against them once again. 

Adding a few pumps of shampoo into your hands, you ran it through his hair, massaging his scalp and working it into his hair.

Letting out a deep sigh, Dazai lets you do your work. You were so gentle with him, in a way he did not feel like he deserved. And yet, as you worked your hands through his hair, a sense of warmth overtook him. It spread from his heart throughout his whole body, relaxing him against your touch, turning his troubled thoughts into bubbles that foamed like shampoo against his hair. In that moment, even just for a second, he felt like he was lost in reverie, that all that was left in the world was just him and you, with your soft touch, warm water and shampoo against his skin. For a moment, it was as if nothing else mattered. 

Although he was pulled out of his daze by the warm water that rinsed foam out of his hair, bringing him back to reality, he felt more at peace than before. For a short moment, he had gotten a taste of respite, and for him, that was more than enough. 

[hellfiremunsonn]

Not So Into It. Eddie Munson x Reader.

Not So Into It.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Sometimes you try to push through when you shouldn't and Eddie notices right away.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: Fem reader though no real fem descriptions used, pet names obv. Not entirely explicit. Reader tries to endure the rest of sex though she's not really feeling it anymore. Eddie is super sweet and makes sure she knows its fine whenever she wants to stop. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: Slightly self indulgent (as most of my fics are) I've realized recently that I've pushed through having sex with partners despite no longer being in the mood, because it's 'easier' that asking them to stop, and making them upset. (rather the fear of making them upset) so I was day dreaming about how Eddie would react and then started writing this. Also I did not make a header for this and it feels naked and I hate it so I'll probably add one later maybe or not idk I have ADHD.

Word count: 764

You've been at it for maybe about fifteen minutes now. The roll of eddies hips as he thrusts into you lazily, occasionally picking up speed before slowing back down. Kissing you all over, and murmuring words of filthy praise.

And it's wonderful it is; And the foreplay before hand was even better, but now you've sort of just, lost interest in it. But Eddie is fucking into you so nicely, and he's so worked up that you don't want to stop him.

Especially because he spent so much time working you up on his fingers and with his mouth, so only for you to 'spoil' it by stopping so soon felt mean. So instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into the crook of it, trying to encourage him to go faster, to chase that release you know he wants, and you want to give it to him. 

It doesn't take Eddie long to notice that you're no longer into it when you sort of go quiet. You're not clinging to him like you usually do, and when you do make any noise, it's not full of pleasure and want, it's more involuntary. He pulls back enough to catch a glimpse of your face, watching how you close your eyes almost immediately, biting at your lip as if you're pretending it feels good. 

"Babe?" Eddie murmurs out, a little breathless and hoarse, slowing his hips until you open your eyes. 

"Yeah baby? Why'd you stop?" you say cheerfully, cringing at the sound of your own voice because you know it doesn't sound very convincing. 

"Are you okay?" He asks instead of answering your question, his eyes searching your face for something.

"Yeah" you reply quickly, because you are technically okay, you just don't really want to be having sex anymore. 

"You're not really into it right now though are you?" It's more of a statement than a question, because he knows you.

You hesitate for a moment, debating lying, but how could you when you have the most wonderful boyfriend in the world looking down at you like that. "Well... N-no not really, but it's okay you can finish, I don't want to like blue ball-"

"Blue ball me?" He scolds, rolling his eyes before pulling out of you slowly, pulling his boxers back up over his hips and moving to sit next to you. 

You cover your face with your hands. Face heating up in embarrassment and guilt. "I'm sorry" you mumble, feeling an annoying wave of emotions creep up on you. 

"Sorry? baby you've got nothing to be sorry about" Eddies confused, and his heart hurts seeing you upset, especially over something like this. "It's okay that you wanted to stop, it's always okay when you want to stop" He says firmly, pausing so you understand the sincerity of his words."I just wish you had said something sooner" he murmurs softly, reaching up to gently tug your hands away from your face, sighing when he sees your wet eyes and the tears that roll down your temples. "C'mere" he says while tugging at your hands once more, pulling you over to him until your head rests against his chest, warm where your cheek is pressed. 

"I just didn't want you to be upset" You mumble. You know it's stupid, because Eddie has never once been upset when stopping before and you've never felt like you had to perform for him, but you just couldn't help the lingering guilt of past experiences creep up on you. "You d-did all that work for me, it's not fair that you have to stop"

"Baby I'm going to stop you right there... no pun intended" He giggles. "I don't care if I do all the work and then some, I like pleasing you just to please you, it barely has anything to do with me, and if I was really that desperate, I could literally just go jerk off" he says this so easily, because truthfully it is, and deep down you know that, because consent and love are two beautiful things especially when combined. 

"Now why don't we get you dressed back up on some comfy clothes, and we can cuddle for as long as you want. Sound good?" He trails his fingers across your hairline, down from your temple to your jaw and back up until you give him the smallest nod. He kisses you on the forehead and helps you get dressed before pulling you back against his chest where he holds you until you feel just a little bit more normal again. 

[duskvsdawn]

I don’t see much about my boy Seible so can you do a fluff post of no.7 wearing his clothes after your requests are open again?

Like cuddling after stream and him finally noticing his clothes on reader?🤭

🛐🛐🛐

≫ A/N: You know what, I'll do this now since all other requests are staring at me and I just can't bring myself to do them now. Sorry to those who are still waiting T_T also sorry that this isn't really that long. I really tried to stretch it as much as I could, but man :(

Content: nothing special, just cute stuff. It is a bit suggestive here and there (especially the ending) cause Seible is a motherfucking FREAK.

Art credits <3

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That looks better on you than it does on me!

You had come home from work incredibly tired, but sadly, your work wasn't done yet. There was still lots of paperwork that had to be done, but thank fuck, your boss was okay with you doing that at home. You had a high position at your job, so you got more privileges than your colleagues, and your boss was pretty lenient with you deciding on doing what you wanted to do when. You were typing away on your laptop while you sat at the dinner table, headphones on your head to listen to some music, while you compared some sheets to take out some mistakes and add some budgeting info.

Your boyfriend was doing his own thing upstairs. If you remembered correctly, he would be streaming today. But it was getting pretty late now, so he should be done any minute. You had walked to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee, your headphones still on your head since they were wireless. You were moving and singing along to the music while you were making said coffee, not noticing that your boyfriend had walked up behind you. He gently tapped you on the shoulder, scaring you shitless. You paused the music and took off your headphones.

"Hey, baby! I'm making some coffee, would you like some?" you asked your boyfriend with a beaming smile on your face. "Yeah, sure, I'd like some!" your boyfriend replied while he put his head on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind. And then he spotted it, his tie around your neck. "Aha! So that's where it was! I thought I was missing a tie!" your boyfriend said as one hand snaked towards the tie to lightly tug on it. A smirk appeared on your face, knowing full well your boyfriend loved it when you stole some of his clothes.

You had finished making the coffee for both of you, and you took it to the dinner table with you. You told your boyfriend you still had some work to do, but he didn't mind. The promoter sat in the seat you were previously sitting in and patted his lap. You shrugged and sat down, knowing full well that his hands would be all over you as you tried your best to finish your work. As you tried to finish your paperwork, Seible's hands were indeed all over you while he hungrily kissed your neck every now and then.

"Damn, that tie looks so good on you... It looks better on you than it does on me! Then again, you know I love it when you're wearing a full suit. Makes you look so sexy and powerful..." Seible said as he lightly tugged on the tie once more, moving your head to the side so he had more access to your neck to leave some more needy kisses there. "Mmm, babe, I am trying to work here. The more you keep teasing me, the longer it will take for me to finish. Which means, the longer it will take until you can drag me to bed," you said with a chuckle as your typing became more furious and frustrated because gosh, you really just wanted to go to bed already and tease him some more.

"Fine, fine... Go finish your work, then. When do you think you'll be done? Do you want me to start running a bath for us?" the promoter asked as he kissed your shoulder blade. "If you can leave me alone for long enough, it shouldn't take too long. About an hour or so? I will let you know when I'm almost done, okay?" you said with a smile as you looked over your shoulder. "Sure thing. I'll grab you a snack real quick. Knowing you, you haven't properly eaten all day again. I can hear your stomach growling," your boyfriend said as he rubbed gentle circles on your tummy. "I would love that," you said as you got up so your boyfriend could stand up.

So, Seible went on the hunt. He looked in the kitchen for something tasty for you to eat, and he found some of those desserts from your local supermarket that you really loved. He brought you one of each of your favourites, straciatella with caramel and vanilla cookie, and a spoon, of course. You thanked your boyfriend and started wolfing them down while you had put on some music once again. While you were eating, you went over all that you had typed so far. It was looking pretty good for now. You decided you would only do a little bit more work and finish the rest tomorrow. You just really wanted some quality time with your boyfriend for the rest of the night.

"Babe? Would you be okay with running that bath now? I'm only doing a little bit extra, and I'll finish the rest tomorrow," you said as you took off the headphones so you could hear his answer. "Sure, no problem! I'll wait for you in the bath," your boyfriend replied as he blew you a kiss, then headed up the stairs to make an extra hot bath for you with all your favourite oils and bath gels nearby. You shook your head and thought about how lucky you were to have your boyfriend in your life. He could be such a sweetheart. But once the two of you would end up in the bedroom, or anywhere, really, he turned into a total freak. Especially if you'd been wearing his clothes that day. So, yes, you had been wearing his tie on purpose for that very reason.

You finished your work for now, shut off your laptop and cracked your knuckles while doing a super satisfying stretch. You went up the stairs to join your boyfriend in the bath. You undressed and got in the bath with him. Gosh, he wasn't sure what he loved more. Seeing you naked, or seeing you wearing his clothes. He tried his best to hide his lustful intentions for now; he just wanted to wash you so you could relax. It had been a long day for you, after all. He plopped a beautiful blue galaxy bath bomb into the water and started lathering up his hands to wash your hair. You relaxed while you sat between his legs, just enjoying his gentle touches, letting him completely spoil you.

After your boyfriend had thoroughly cleaned you and also himself, you just leaned back against him for a bit, feeling his heartbeat against your back. You wondered why his heart was beating so fast, but then again, you had instantly noticed his "little problem" (which was anything but "little") down there the second you sat down. After both of you had rinsed off and dried off, the two of you headed towards bed.

Your boyfriend had a special surprise up his sleeves. He walked over to the cabinet with ties, socks and underwear, and took one of his ties out of it. He walked over to the bed and asked you to put your hands above your head. He tied your hands to the bed with a smirk on his face. "I know you decided to wear that tie on purpose. Now you're wearing another one. Be prepared for a whole night of fucking." Seible said as he leaned forward to leave some heated kisses on your lips. It was going to be a long night, all right. But your boyfriend didn't want to make it too long and intense, since you were tired after all, and you needed your beauty nap. He was going to put in all the work for you. "I'll take care of you, baby. I'm going to take care of you real good. Just lie there and be pretty, princess."

[anonmousegosqueak]

Im going for the pasta and don't dare you ruin everything! (/j) You can add your own headcanons on how they cook pasta too:)

Ghost: Thus fucked barely knows how to cook eggs, or not burn milk, so i guess I have to say that he probably has watched a tutorial every time he cooked something outside of those two things and that by such his pasta is usually just either plain penne or broken spaghetti, usually with some tuna or just cut tomatoes because he doesn't know how and when to add the sauce

Price: he knows just enough to not make his mother's souls hunt him for the rest of the month (she knew how to cook decent pasta compared to him). He probably tried conchiglie and orecchiette more for their form than for their paracticality when eating, but je found that when he is on leave, if he ears slower, he gets less stomach aches, so he uses these "hard to eat" shapes so he paces himself better.

Nik: this man has had fresh pasta with soup for a good half of his life (cheap and relatovely easy to buy) and by this he cannot cook it any way that doesn't contain soup. So he often eats stelline or mini macaroni in either thick or thin soup.

Roach: This man is American. I do not believe in any way that he would be able to cook pasta in a way that I can describe without having a heart attack. Two words. anonmousegosqueak. Airfrier.

Soap: because his mother taught him some level of pasta cooking he can cook spaghetti without breaking them and if he is doing something fancy he might add some swordfish (it tastes much better than it sounds)

Gaz: husband material, he can cook and he can make it taste incredible, the only problem is that he doesn't read the minutes on the box and his pasta is always overcooked, and by this it is usually too soft to feel good in your mouth unless it's the feeling you are going for.

Red: Australian man near the stove? Yeah… no… Red ge the fuck away from the stove, you are going to birn down the whole house!

Hehehheeee-

(same characters, we're going in my order though)

Price:

He can cook... Decently well? Nothing fancy, he's not a cook, but he can definitely boil boxed pasta (*sigh*... without breaking it). Sauces aren't very good though. I'm talking mostly he just melts a slab of butter and calls it a day, maybe some canned tomato or something but that's only if he's trying to get in Nik's pants later. Doesn't salt the boiling water, will run cold water over the strainer noodles to cool 'em faster.

Ghost:

You said it best- no cooking skills. Now, it's not like he's a total man-baby, he can take care of himself, but that 'taking care' is mostly just knowing what food to order that is healthy. I also see him as the kinda guy who unironically eats those bulking protein meals you see on tiktok. Like yeah, unseasoned chicken on his broken and overcooked spaghetti. It's easy and simple and it... Well it doesn't taste good but he can choke it down. He's more of a desserts and baking kinda guy, doesn't care too much about savory food.

Soap:

Unpopular opinion but this man can cook! I'm not saying he's Scottish Gordon Ramsay, but he knows his way around the kitchen just fine. Listen- mamma MacTavish is a brilliant woman who can work a kitchen, she wanted to pass those skills down to her kids. So when her toddler son wandered in while she was trying to teach his older sister how to cook an egg... Well I guess he's her new student! Johnny was always the most interested in cooking, way more than any of his sisters. Now he's wowing Simon on their date with his fancy hand-made pasta and fresh pesto sauce (he gets some good head in return)

Gaz:

MY HUSBAND. Literally! He's the cook in his and Red's relationship- making dinner almost every night. (Don't worry, Red cleans up in return). He loves to experiment, always finding recipes and putting them to the test. He really does excel in sauces though. His pasta...? A bit overcooked. Still tastes amazing though, the flavor beats texture every time. He also definitely makes those protein bulking meals- except it actually tastes good. His spice rack is full (not a euphemism (unless you want it to be)) and so is your belly. Red doesn't mind the texture problems as well, their shitty teeth thank him every time. It's actually why they've never corrected him, they like being able to eat without their jaw hurting. Everyone else suffers but they don't care, it makes Gaz happy whenever he gets compliments on his food.

Nikolai:

Nikolai. Can. COOK. Makarony po-flotski from home, ravioli from Italy, fuck- he can even make an amazing macaroni and cheese like the AMERICANS YEEEEHAAAWWWE- (I'm talking enough butter to give a horse a heart attack and enough cheese to kill a dead horse. Breading as well). He's traveled the world, picked up recipes all around as well. And even before then? Well he was a starving man who quicky learned how to make a lot from a little. Everything is a stew with some sort of meat, vegetables are optional (he couldn't always get fresh veggies) but preferred, but always *always* some sort of pasta. I'm sorry but you do not get to that amazing size from eating like shit- a proper bear needs proper meals. He knows quite a few recipes just from memory as well- and again, from all different types of places.

Roach:

Roach... Roach is allergic to everything (especially tomatoes) and an American (sometimes). You really think he can make pasta? Boxed Mac&Cheese (not Nik level), broken spaghetti, and everything is always overcooked. He can make some good sandwiches though!

Red:

It's not even the Australian! It's the pyromaniac-y-ness. Besides, they never really learned how to cook with spices. I mean, when you live in a tiny compound that grows all its own food, you don't exactly get a lot of cooking experience. They can make bread! But pasta? They're lighting the noodles on fire for fun before Gaz kicks them out of the kitchen or Topino kills them and feeds them real food. The only time they even tried to make their own fresh pasta, they were drunk out of their mind and made a semi-sweet orange flavored monstrosity. Red and Roach are banned from the kitchen, Gaz cooks food because he cannot trust them (and cooking brings him joy)

Topino:

Italian.

[overtea]

let's (not) talk about it

another excerpt from the same Robby/Abbot fic I've been working on - "don't jump (without me)" (other parts of the fic here and here, talk about writing the fic here, here [for context we are in the fourth section "please forgive me" which takes place in the present], and here).

"I'm an open book." Robby looks away before he can see Jack raise his eyebrows at him. It's like the military installed some laser ray vision or some shit in him while he was in the combat hospitals. Is that a fair trade? A foot for an unnerving window into people's minds? More specifically, his mind? Either way, he gets the familiar feeling that Jack sees right through him.

Jack laughs. "You have maybe one open chapter. Two, if we're being generous."

"Yeah? And what are you at? Three chapters?"

"Oh, no," he grins. "I’ve got at least two more open than you."

Something about that statement makes Robby glance down at the silicone ring Jack puts back on after every shift. It's a glaring reminder that Jack is probably right. Robby looks up again to see that Jack has followed his gaze. He cocks his head, waiting.

Robby sighs. "You think that's my problem? I can't open up to people?"

"Are we speaking generally, or?" Jack points to himself. Like he's different, set apart from the others. He kind of is. Robby's not having these conversations with anyone else, not if he can avoid it. Whitaker and the Pedes room—that was a one-off. Would it have been better or worse if Jack had been the one to find him in that room?

Robby shrugs. It doesn't matter who. All of his relationships have gone to shit. Jake blames him. Langdon is gone. Trust and vulnerability are rare commodities in his life right now.

"Not that you need me to tell you, but if you were any good at it, Janey probably wouldn't have left you." He pauses, like he knows that one didn't land, and adds, "It's why Collins left you, too."

Which, okay. He's been mostly single since then. He'd argue that a global pandemic and stepping up in Adamson's role have left him stretched far too thin to also keep a girlfriend or boyfriend. But Jack will probably call it the excuse it is.

He tries for lighthearted instead, hoping Jack will drop this. But Robby knows he won't, because he hasn't gotten to his point yet, whatever it is. "Are you trying to say I'm always getting dumped?"

There's a flash of surprise on Jack's face that says Robby didn't take the conversation in the direction he expected. He's silent for a moment. He glances over at him, tapping his hands on the parapet like he's considering if he should say something. He looks like he's going to. Robby waits.

"Not always," he says finally. It comes out lower, softer than his previous comments. Robby hears it loud and clear. Hears the implication loud enough, anyway.

He sucks in a breath. The chill of the evening filters through his jacket, grounding him. Here, on this rooftop, with one Jack Abbot.

They have never talked about it. Not right after, not even when they were still working together. And not in the years after, not now that they've been handing shifts off to each other for years.

"Jack," he hears himself say. That's all he's got. Is there a plea or an apology in there? Robby has had two decades to think about it, and he's still pulling up empty.

Jack seems to have regained his courage to dig his heels into this conversation, chasing Robby's eyes. For better or worse, he has always been better about saying what he felt. Robby feels like a deer caught in the headlights.

Jack turns so he's completely facing Robby. "Or was that what that was?" A touch of sarcasm, a real question baked in between. "A breakup?"

Robby wants to look away. He can't, though, and in a flash, he sees the medical student who wouldn't leave him alone, who he couldn't leave alone. They're double the age they were when they first met. For just a moment, the salt and pepper in their hair fade away. The added wear and tear of age and stress, and the heartbreak from this job—it was new and barely breaking into their faces then. Now, he couldn't take it off if he tried.

[codthefishgod]

HIII, I just saw your post in which you headcannon which second language would the Faroff guys have and my dumbass can't figure it out if you are showing that Tobi would be French and Fenn German, or if its supposed to be from the other's pov (aka Fenn speaking French to Tobi and vice versa), for some reason I can see it being either way so I wanted to discover what did you meant! (Also I would love to know more of your headcanons 👀)

Also that post made me think of something and I would love to know your opinion, how do you think the story would go (specially the beginning) if their countries had different languages? Do you think that there would be a big language barrier or that maybe there would exist some "universal" language (like how English is perceived nowadays) that they would use? I think this topic is pretty interesting to explore since it could add many layers and opportunities of misunderstandings, but I wanted to hear your thoughts! :D

HELL YEAH A FAROFF ASK I HAVEN'T HAD ONE OF THESE IN A WHILE!!!

I very much understand how the edit could be misinterpreted tbh, but it was intended to be Tobias speaking French to Fenn and Fenn speaking German to Tobias! :)

Answer to your other question below the split, it was getting a bit long ↓↓↓

It's really neat that you ask how I think the story would go if their countries had different languages, because I do actually have headcanons about Fenn and Tobias' knowledge of other languages, despite having never thought about this scenario exactly before. Basically, I think Tobias would've been taught multiple different languages in his studies, but in Sona I think learning multiple languages would be looked down upon or maybe even banned (it helps the government keep them brainwashed if their ability to read, understand, and learn from other countries is limited), so I don't think Fenn would've been taught another language aside from his main one.

SO! If their countries had different main languages. I think there would be a huge language barrier on Sona's side, because I think the majority of Sonan soldiers wouldn't speak the Vaylinian language, including Fenn (I can see Oskar knowing it and having taught him some words and phrases, though.) However, I think it's very possible and maybe even likely that Tobias would've known the Sonan language.

Therefore, in the beginning they would've spoken entirely in the Sonan language. We probably would've only seen the Vaylinian language being spoken when Tobias is alone, in flashbacks, and when he's saying something he doesn't want Fenn to understand.

I also think Fenn would have a huge mental rule against speaking the Vaylinian language at all, to the point where he'd see it as a betrayal to his country, so there would've been no teaching him anything in the beginning unfortunately. He probably would've gotten very aggressive when hearing Tobias speak in the Vaylinian language as well, because I think he would take it as 'I can't understand what he's saying' = 'he's planning something', which, as we all know, means he'd go absolutely berserk and DEMAND to know what he's saying. (It would be really funny if Tobias just came up with random bullshit and told Fenn that's what he said LMAOOOO)

But over time, as he got closer to Tobias, it would've changed a bit. Especially after their truce agreement, I think he'd still ask what Tobias is saying when he speaks in Vaylinian, but it would be more out of genuine curiosity rather than paranoia. Still no speaking it himself, though. Maybe he would've spoken it to Tobias for the first time around the same time that he let him stay in his quarters, and started trying to actually learn it shortly after the current point we are at in the story? (For any time travellers, the "current point" as of this post is Episode 83 - Truth: Part 2)

Anyway this was a SUPER COOL ask to receive and there are almost definitely more interesting possibilities of this AU aside from the stuff I mentioned 👀

[dflogerzi]

Yeah. @bobbydoguk I actually do not have much right to weigh in. Other than I have adored England since I was a young child. But I will add to this from thinking on this more and in the morning light...

So when is it "when" for someone over there to take the situation in hand? Because from the cheap seats I am sitting in "when" should have been right after the Oprah interview and before Philips funeral. It was a complete disgrace watching Harry saunter around wearing a mic, and acting like he was running the show. Then came his book, the horrible Netflix debacle... and the hits have never stopped coming. I was watching a video last night where it was saying that he is now demanding his rights as a peer of the realm to an audience with the king. What the heck?

I do think that they grey rocking him is the very best answer. But leaving him all his royal titles while running around the world is running down not just the family, but the UK as well. He is FULLY out of control. And it is going to get worse. Because here is my guess, and I really do not matter at all as to an opinion, but he most likely does want his status back... but what it really is going to get down to is money. He wants what William has. I believe that he believes that he is entitled to it. Has anyone EVER seen a more entitled POS ever??? He is not even bothering to hide it.

So what part of being the other offspring descended did he not get? Because he has uncles and an aunt who are an example completely of how it works. The weirdest thing though, is almost everything he and Meghan are doing is what they could have done, except for the merching part, within the monarchy. All they had to do is play the game a few days a week, smile, shake a few hands, and they would be living the highest life and the elites they seem to crave lined up to meet with them. I think Meghan lost her mind. They could have a huge royal property by now and as many servants to abuse as could be handed over... Sorry, but we do hear of their bullying treatment towards those who have served them.

How hard is it to manage a royal website? I have had a website myself. You go in, do some typing and deleting, and presto. Anyone who walks away should not be left in the LOS. Andrew and Harry should have both been dealt with long ago. Then for a reality add in that Harry is also a traitor to king and country and this is a no brainer. It is incredible to watch. When does Charles actually do what monarchs do?

Harry is falsely representing the country, the monarchy, and the integrity of a thousand-year heritage. He is out of control and to me it looks like it is going to get even worse. If that is even something imaginable... because he is already a complete monster.

Okay. Yeah. It was another vent. 🙄 Not that it will do any good. But there you have it...

Hugs sis. ❤️🌹

Charles... Let's Talk.

Yeah I know, you are the big leagues and you will never see this. I am this little American nobody off in her little non-important life in my own tiny corner of the world. But I have your number. I have actually had it for decades, and I am going to unleash.

Do you not think that some of us do not know what you truly are? I get the whole bit that you have cancer, you are suffering, and we need to be compassionate. Okay. And I do feel compassion, and I am very sorry for your illness. But here goes anyway because I am SO over it. And by that I am speaking of the never-ending drama with Harry.

What does Harry have on you? Because the only reason I can really see, and I am not buying the 'you love the dear boy' thing, he must have some heavy juice. I am going with blackmail. And do not think Charles that I have not done my homework, gone down rabbit holes... I know stuff. Many of us know who you once ran with and the history is recorded.

Harry is a nasty, horrible, disgusting traitor that will do anything to bring in a buck... other than to earn it with honor. He is going to unleash the secrets. And you will have your legacy in tatters either now or later. You look fully weak, and kicking the can down the road is not a good look. Not that anyone, anywhere expected anything different from you at all. I should not speak for others and I apologize for that, but wow. It is completely evident that the whole 'never explain or complain' thing is somewhat working, but not exactly. We all remember the strong and decisive moves that took a king down in a history not that long ago. What is happening now is FAR more explosive and worrying. Edward VIII is kind of looking like a good guy in the scheme of things.

Give it to William. And my suggestion is to do it soon. Because the media is chomping at the bit to tell all the truths. We can all feel it. A thousand-year legacy is on the brink of ending. I am guessing William is ready to step up, or gladly step out. I grew up loving the tales and fables of yore which is why I am even writing this or caring. I actually now would be happy to see him just say to hell with it, take his babe and his kids and go live in the countryside happy, safe and in joy. William, you do you and I am going to just feel the happiness of it. But hopefully you will not have to. I have known in your whole life which I watched with love and care that you will one day wear the crown. But I want for you the happiness and fulfillment that your wonderful life choices have created for you. Just look at what you have manifested. I am so proud of you, and I send you all my love.

Charles, I was there in London on your wedding day to Diana. I have really tried to like you for most of my adult life. You made that in most decades really hard to do.

It is time. Deal.

To my friends. Sorry. I am being annoying again. But this is my blog and I get to do that. What the heck. Love me or leave me? I have had this vent brewing for a while.

I guess I feel better. Will let you know...

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[callizinc]

while i'm not discrediting the species theory Entirelyyy because really anything is possible when it comes to Ena Lore .... one idea that i feel has a more interesting flavor than that is the idea that ena could be described as more of a singular entity that has the ability to take form/reside in many vessels (simultaneously or not is still unclear) -- particularly mannequins since theyre the type of entity we see most in dream bbq as well as in previous episodes -- and can transfer from one to the other upon "death" or other severe circumstances … the final scenes make for really really compelling evidence what with the mannequin within ena ripping itself away from her exterior, followed by ena somehow regenerating through the body of a mannequin that has been sitting against a wall in the hub since the start of the game!! you Could chalk the post-credits up as a scene thats nonsensical just for the sake of being nonsensical but i still think there could be something deeper to it. a secondary tidbit is that characters don't refer to the concept of ena in the second person as "an ena" or "enas" as one would normally do when talking about something that belongs to a species, but rather simply "ena" ("i have studied ena for a long long time" as said by the suspicious man[? is that his canon name?], "im pretty sure ena gave this to me" as said by one of the witches). which is a very interesting grammatical choice if u ask me !!!! anyway i could elaborate more but i have a migraine eheheh. i hope this makes the slightest bit of sense ^_^.

Guy holding up hands up youtube thumbnail image HOLD UP........ THEIR TAKES ARE THIS FIRE??????????????????

FIRST OF ALL A day with multi paragraph ena discussion in my inbox is a day more beautiful than almost any other (so thank you) SECOND OF ALL, HA HA HA.... YES!!!!!!! That whole thing with the mannequins is one of the many things that Was in the back of my mind but even now there's just. So much that i (#Theoryenjoyer) am trying to digest it slipped my mind a little bit...

but nevertheless YES!!!!!! I think i'd go as far as to say that your idea of Ena having different vessels through the mannequins is very very likely to be true, or at least something close along those lines! I also think that although lots of the... odder things she turns into for gags LOL don't really need an explanation, I do think this explanation makes the "drunk" enas from extinction party make a little more sense—like how she gets super glitchy in the post-credits scene, maybe something like that was Also?? Kind of happening????

A question i'd have as a result of this, though, is why the mannequins oftentimes seem Alive themselves, and also why so many of them are scattered throughout the game right near places you can "die"; I have. No idea how to answer that myself 😭 BUT It's interesting!

THAT'S ALSO A REALLY REALLY GOOD POINT THOUGH, ABOUT HOW THE SUSPICIOUS MAN (yes that's his name LOL) AND THE WITCH REFER TO HER!! I kind of had no idea how to touch all that and was just kind of along for the ride for it tbh 😭😭 But again that's a good point!! It definitely sounds like they know something we don't about ena, and... Maybe she doesn't know either 😭

EITHER WAY; I like this interpretation a lot, omg thank you sm for the ask :D

[wackywatchdotcom]

i will say im not super invested in the idea of the show giving us too much information on c&a. like itll be super cool if we find out about it! and im sure itll be relevant information if we do but i think the information we get is going to be not super indepth, because im not sure itd match the tone of the show? its less about mystery and like The Lore and more about the characters and examining how different characters respond and have been responding to the environment set up by the show

(it WOULD be fun to learn more details about c&a and i AM curious i just dont think itd actually enhance much abt the show itself, and as such, i dont think its super important writing wise for the audience to learn about it either)

that SAID i do ascribe to the idea that ALL of the cast members worked for c&a before the ended up in the circus, no exceptions. i dont really know how say gangle or zooble wouldve ended up there, but i feel like they all ended up there one way or another. and i think most of the cast doesnt talk about their life in the real world bc its gone and theres no reason to dredge it up (or theyve forgotten it or most aspects of it), but it does make it fascinating that not even pomni, who has the least reason to avoid these topics at least early on, broached the subject of what in the WORLD is c&a UP to. it literally is never brought up ever as of ep 4. which makes me think the company was probably always super shady in some way to the pt that its employees were kinda desensitized to the idea that its c&as fault that horrible things happen

[rohirric-hunter]

My throaaaat hurts

[infizero]

every time i so much as think about that scene where light looks at porn magazines while scowling i go into hysterics its genuinely the funniest thing i've ever seen

[unproduciblesmackdown]

pinning to the workshop corkboard: you've heard of winston "i'm cassandra" billions clairvoyance concepts for fun & profit, hear also of winston billions sphinx concepts (you must be This understanding of what he means to proceed)

[chemicalarospec]

Me not experiencing any attraction: damn it seems fun kind of wish I did... Lemme pick who I WOULD have a crush on... Trick(??) myself into (thinking I am??) having feelings towards them.

Me experiencing genuine attraction: UMMM what is this i don't know how to deal with this how do i turn it off?

[complainblogforthevoid]

I've finally figured out an argument that convinces coding tech-bros that AI art is bad.

Got into a discussion today (actually a discussion, we were both very reasonable and calm even through I felt like committing violence) with a tech-bro-coded lady who claimed that people use AI in coding all the time so she didn't see why it mattered if people used AI in art.

Obviously I repressed the surge of violence because that would accomplish nothing. Plus, this lady is very articulate, the type who makes claims and you sit there thinking no that's wrong it must be but she said it so well you're kind of just waffling going but, no, wait-- so I knew I had to get this right if I was gonna come out of this unscathed.

The usual arguments about it being about the soul of it and creation fell flat, in fact she was adamant that anyone who believed that was in fact looking down at coding as an art form as she insisted it is. Which, sure, you can totally express yourself through coding. There's a lot more nuance as to the differences but clearly I was not going to win this one.

The other people I was with (literally 8 people anti-ai against her, but you can't change the mind of someone who doesn't want to listen and she just kept accusing us of devaluing coding as an art) took over for I kid you not 15 minutes while I tried desperately to come up with a clear and articulate way to explain the difference to her. They tried so many reasonable arguments, coding being for a function ("what, art doesn't serve a function?") coding being many discrete building blocks that you put together differently, and the AI simply provides the blocks and you put it together yourself ("isn't that what prompt building is") that it's bad for the environment ("but not if it's used for capitalism, hm?" "Yeah literally that's how capitalism works it doesn't care about the environment" she didn't like that response)

But I finally got it.

And the answer is: It's not about what you do, it's about what you claim to be.

Imagine that someone asks an AI to write a code and, by some miracle, it works perfectly without them having to tweak it---which is great because they couldn't tell you what a single solitary thing in that code means.

Now imagine this person, with their code that they don't know how it works, goes and applies to be a coder somewhere, presenting this AI code as proof that they're qualified.

Should they be hired?

She was horrified, of course. Of course they shouldn't be. They're not qualified. They can't actually code, and even if by some miracle they did have an AI successfully write a flawless code for every issue they came across that wouldn't be their code, you could hire any shmuck on the street to do that, no reason to pay someone like they're creating something.

When actual engineers use AI what they do is get some kind of base, which they then go though and check for problems and then if they find any they fix them, and add on to the base code with their own knowledge instead of just trying different prompt after prompt until they randomly come across one that works.

People who generate code like this don't usually call themselves engineers. They're people who needed a bit of code and didn't have the knowledge to generate it, and so used a resource.

And there you go. There are people who have none of the skills of artists, they don't practice, they don't create for themselves. When they feed the prompt to the AI they then don't just use the resulting image as a reference point for their own personal masterpiece, and if they don't like it they don't have the skills to change it---they simply try another prompt, and do that until they get something they like.

These people are calling themselves artists.

Not only that, these people are bringing the AI generated thing to interviews, and they are getting hired, leaving people who slave over their craft out of the job.

And that is the difference, for the tech bros who think AI art isn't a big deal.