#So I'm gonna ignore my common sense and do it first

[somegrumpynerd]

Putting my special little guy through it

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

blow your mind (mwah) // fred weasley

Summary: No matter how hard you try to fight it, Fred Weasley always manages to slip into your mind, trying to get a reaction out of you.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Legilimens!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: banter, flirting, fluff, fred weasley is a menace

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, Thanks to @clawaraven for proofreading this!

This was a request by anon! I'm back writing after almost two years hiatus, I'm a bit rusty but hopefully you'd like this one!!

harry potter masterlist

Born as a Legilimens, you had the ability to dive into the minds of those around you—a skill you had learned how to use from a young age, at the behest of your parents. But, if we were honest, it wasn’t an ability you were thrilled about. Yes, you had to admit there were occasions where it came in handy, but overall, you’d never liked prying into other people’s thoughts, especially without their knowledge or consent, as you considered it a huge invasion of their privacy and a violation of trust.

But Fred Weasley was different, since the moment you met the older twin his mind had been a challenge. You'd never encountered such a relentless and loud mind before. It was impossible to ignore. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, somehow his thoughts always ended up seeping into yours.

Fred was fully aware of this—of the effect he had on you. He reveled in it. He enjoyed riling you up with his endless teasing and flirting, and his signature playfulness that made your heart race each time. 

You were lying on one of the sofas in the Gryffindor common room, golden rays peeking through the tall windows casting warm rays onto the red and gold furniture. A book was resting in your lap, but your attention wasn't anywhere near the words filling the pages. Instead, your attention was caught up by Fred, who was seated a few feet away, engaged in a conversation with George and Lee—probably discussing the next prank they were gonna pull on Filch.

“Look at her… Why does she have to be so pretty? I wonder how she’d react if I—”

You winced internally, putting your fingers to your temples as if that would stem the tide of his thoughts. You had to focus. It was just Fred. At this point, you should be used to his flirting and antics. It wasn’t unusual for him to try to make you flustered.

But Fred had a knack for sensing when you were reading him, and when he glanced your way, with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, his thoughts shifted, becoming even more deliberate, as if he was playing a game he intended to win. You could even sense the confidence flooding through him. 

“Aw, look at you, getting all flustered over me.”

“Can you stop thinking about me?” You grumbled, even though you felt a tingling in your chest—a mixture of embarrassment and delight.

“Asking me not to think about you is like asking me not to breathe,” he retorted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “How could I ignore the prettiest girl in Hogwarts?”

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, trying to return your attention to the pages of your book, yet you felt completely distracted by his presence and the feeling of his gaze over you.

For a fleeting moment, there was silence, and a glimmer of hope dawned upon you that maybe—just maybe—you had finally managed to quiet his incessant teasing.

But of course, this was Fred Weasley.

“You have totally thought about us… alone. Am I right?”

Your heart was pounding, and each beat was a reminder of the nerves fluttering in your stomach. You were about to burst into exasperation at his antics. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he replied, feigning innocence. “But can you blame me? You look so cute when you get all shy and flustered.”

Your breath caught up as your mind reeled. His gaze was locked on you. His intention was clear. He was studying your reaction—waiting for you to crack. You were about to volley a witty remark at him when his next words brought you to a standstill.

“Alright, I’ll be a good boy. I can see it’s hard for you not to peek into my mind, so how can I make it easier for you?”

“Oh, Godric!” You shot back. “You should have a caution warning. Just stop screaming your thoughts at me.” You complained, although a smile was growing on your face. The heat radiating from your cheeks now burned all the way to the tips of your ears. It was completely unfair that he could make you so nervous just by being his annoying self. “How am I supposed to ignore that?”

“Maybe you should embrace it instead. Besides, who would not like to have Fred Weasley thinking about them all the time?”

“Seriously, Fred, is it possible you could be more egotistical?” You retorted, trying to mask your laughter with irritation, but it was in vain.

“You know it takes one to know one. Borrow some of my charms, huh? And look, it only makes you more charming!”

“More like annoying,” you snorted, though the smile that tugged at your lips gave you away. “Someone needs to put a sock in it.”

“Maybe I could put a sock in it if you put your lips to better use,” he teased, his tone flirtatious, as his thoughts became a smug whisper in your mind.

“You look so good, princess; I bet you taste even better.”

“Seriously, Fred!” You were almost whining at this point, between wanting to retort and wanting to crawl under the couch out of sheer embarrassment. “Why do you insist on making it so difficult for me?”

“Because it’s fun!” he laughed mischievously. “And let’s face it, watching you get so worked up is on my list of favorite things. Along with chocolate frogs and playing pranks on Filch.”

“Nice list of priorities, Weasley.” You murmured, rolling your eyes. And even though you were slightly annoyed an involuntary smile still crept on your face. This was another talent of Fred Weasley—making you smile even when you weren’t supposed to. It was impossible to deny how he made your pulse race, not just with his thoughts, but with his undeniable charm. 

While George and Lee tried to contain their laughter at your exchange, Fred shot up from his seat, swaggering over to you, deliberately invading your personal space. “So, what’s it gonna be Y/N/N? Are you going to sit there and let me rattle your thoughts? Or do you have a comeback that’ll impress even me?”

“Maybe I’ll conjure a silencing charm just for you,” you sarcastically quipped back, but as you spoke, your breath caught in your throat at the look in his eyes. His eyes shone with an uncontrollable emotion that made you wonder what was really behind his incessant teasing.

And like if he was the one with the ability of reading minds, the words stumbled out his lips: “I only want to make you laugh, you know? I wouldn’t trade your reactions for anything.” 

You couldn’t deny the way his words warmed something deep inside you. You appreciated the light he brought to your days, even if it did come with the occasional dose of annoyance and embarrassment. 

“You really have to turn it down a notch,” you said, attempting to sound stern, but your voice came out far too soft to be convincing.

“Where's the fun in that?”

“Just think about it,” His words brushed against the edges of your mind with a teasing whisper. “Us. This sofa. Maybe some chocolate frogs. A few kisses…”

The air around you thickened, a tangible tension building.

“You’re never going to stop, are you?”

“Let’s be honest, Y/N/N. Probably not. You know how much I enjoy it.”

You fell silent, contemplating his words along with the thrill they induced.

“Okay, let’s make a deal. I’ll tone it down if you promise to let me take you out sometime,” he proposed, closing the space even more, leaning against the armrest of the couch where you were lying.

Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. The idea of stepping beyond your friendly banter into something more made your stomach flutter. “What exactly do you mean by ‘take me out’?”

“How about Hogsmeade this weekend? We buy some of those chocolate frogs, grab a few butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks.” Although his signature playful smile was plastered across his face, his voice was filled with sincerity. 

You contemplated his offer, and the words tumbled out before you could stop yourself. “I mean… I’ve thought about it, but… You’re a bit of a handful.”

“Ah, but I’m your handful.”

You would have retorted, hitting him with a witty comeback, but your brain seemed to have decided to stop functioning correctly, and all you could feel was your defenses melting under his hazel gaze. 

“Alright, Fred,” you finally relented, trying to keep your voice steady despite the thrill of your heart rate. “But if we do this, you've got to promise to keep those ridiculous thoughts in check.”

“Deal,” he said, his triumphant smile widening. “It’s a date!”

.

..

…

“Did he flirt with her in his mind and then ask her out?” Lee mumbled, bewildered. “And she said yes?” 

George chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Seems he finally aced it.” 

[ghoulishhx]

Got more thoughts about the bbygurl Frank🎀! This is just self projecting as a fashion girly:

Reader will arrange her outfits the night before tomorrow (cause fashion sense is better at 7pm than 7am) and gets to play dress up and try out different combinations of clothes in front of the bedroom mirror. Upon being in a relationship with Frank he just gets to chill on the bed watching it all go down including glimpses of her in only underwear and tights from changing between outfits. God help him if she asks for his opinion cause he's just that one batman audio: "I am way too horny to talk to this woman."

Like bro is getting whiplash between the stunning outfits and her so confidently changing in front of him without any hesitation cause she's gonna find the perfect outfit!

oh yes absolutely yes. 100% agree on the 7pm better than 7am thing, before I go anywhere I have to plan my outfits at least 24hrs before LMAO.

we all know frank is just obsessed with his girl, so he knows date night is tomorrow and the moment he sees you go into your room the night before he follows like a lost puppy to get a front row seat to the show you're about to put on for him. this is a common occurrence in your home, frank always watching you pick outfits as if you were his favourite TV show, listening to you and marvelling in the way you look before him.

his eyes immediately bulge out of his skull as you shed your work clothes, flicking through your closet to find the item of clothing that's been on your mind all day. Frank lies back on the bed and enjoys the way you methodically look through each garment, humming to yourself as you let out a little 'aha!' as you find your favourite skimpy black dress. you slip it over your head and twirl to face him, eyes instantly drifting to the tent in his jeans as your eyebrows raise.

"ignore it doll, can't help it when ya look that good" he mumbles as he gestures you to come closer so he can feel the fabric on your body, smoothing it along your curves as it hugs you just right.

"what do you think frankie? this ok for our date?"

"like baby? shit i dunno how im gonna cope not tearin' it off in the restaurant." he groans as his hands splay across your chest "you look so fuckin' good sweetheart"

"thank you frankie" you playfully swat his hands away as you giggle, flush covering your face as you return to your closet. "hmmm I'm not sure though, lemme try.. yes this." you softly speak, picking up another dress, then another, and another as you sling all the fabric on franks body, using him as your own personal assistant. "you don't mind, right baby?" you hum

"don't mind at all doll, look forward to your fashion shows every time ya put one on f'me" he speaks, meaning every word as you shed yourself of the dress that took his breath away, twitching in his jeans. you have no idea about the effect you have on him, just simply removing your clothes as if no one was in the room, completely comfortable in his gaze.

after about an hour of trying on almost everything in your closet, you pick out a final three outfits: a white floral milkmaid dress, a tight black skirt with a white blouse and finally the first black dress you tried on. the whole time, franks eyes never leave your body, the way you so effortlessly change in front of him, being as comfortable in his presence as your own makes his heart swell with pride.

"okay frankie, which one was your favourite?" you ask, tilting your head to the side as he looks down at the three options before him on the bed.

"hmmm.. I dunno pretty girl," frank genuinely takes a moment to think about his answer, "you looked fuckin' gorgeous in everything.. but i think the first dress was my favourite." he holds up the infamous black dress and you take it from his hands, straddling him in only your underwear and a pair of black tights from your previous outfit change.

"okay baby, I'll wear this one for you. thank you for your help," your lips trail along his jawline, "lemme repay you for all your hard work, okay? give you a proper show." you grin as you capture his lips in a bruising kiss.

"please."

ugh there's something about frank in domesticity that fucking makes me explode. I love him he's so babygirl

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar: feeding my complex

If you know me irl 🎶no the fuck you dont 🎶

This is azriel x reader x feyre x rhys smut. Everything is under the cut. (i'm so nervous posting this omg) 

(3.7K YALL WTF POSSESSED ME)

title is from complex by xana pls listen xana is one of the best artists ive ever heard!

‼️Minors Do Not Interact‼️

(i already know minors are gonna ignore that bc i have common sense)

notes: probably ooc rhys and az. i do not see them as the type to share mates but like, it’s hot. you could see this as wlw fetishization but as a pan/bi/queer woman this is a goddamn wet dream so i approve it. (duh i wrote it) 

This is mainly porn with no plot, but i snuck some in. 

kinks: ass play, tongue sucking, female worship, voyeurism, switching from top to bottom real quick, dirty talk (i tried), praise, oral (fem receiving), mating press, pussy slapping, edging, mentioned past knife play. I think i got it all folks. 

It all started from a dinner with Feyre and Rhysand. Aka your childhood best friend and her husband. You and Feyre dreamed of double dates with your spouses as children and now you finally have it. 

You four occasionally had these dinners, typically once a month. 

After the meal, you four were in the living room area, Azriel was on his second glass of wine, Rhysand and you weren’t drinking. Feyre was on her first glass. The fire was crackling with life, causing the room to warm. 

Then you four began sharing silly secrets. It started with Feyre and Rhysand fucking in paint, which gave your husband ideas. Then you and Azriel admonishing them for fucking in the literal sky. But then they scolded you two for knife play. Especially when they found out Truthteller’s handle was used to fuck you. 

“How did you even grip that?” Feyre asked. 

Azriel smirked, “who said I was the one holding it?”

“Who the hell did you invite to your bed and why wasn’t it us?” Rhysand asked, jokingly but you warmed at the idea. 

“The shadows you fool.” You laughed, sipping your water. “Az pinned me down and sucked my tits while the shadows pinned my legs down and used Truthtellers handle to fuck me. 

They were silent and then, “I love how you have no filter, baby.” Az coughed. 

“So do I. Damn.” Feyre said. “That’s spank bank material.”

You snorted and Rhysand just tipped his glass to you. 

Which then the conversation turned into friends having sex, and then: 

“You mean to tell me, you and my High Lady would have sex?” Azriel asked, surprised clearly. He knew you were into women but it was different knowing the object of your past affections was his close friend and High Lady. 

“I mean, yeah.” You shrugged at your mate. “Two girls that the village wanted nothing to do with. Might as well do each other.”

“And by the way, it was a loving and very respectful relationship. Platonic sex!” Feyre declared from her spot on the couch. 

“Huh.” Rhysand said. “You know, I expected not to like that but…” he trailed off. “The thoughts are nice.”

You snorted and looked at Azriel, who was looking at you with an expression that could only be described as eye-fucking. 

“Are you serious?” You asked him grinning. He had the decency to blush. 

“What?” Feyre asked, looking towards you. 

“He’s into it too!” You laughed. 

Feyre laughed as well, “I mean I don’t blame them. We are quite hot together.” She scooted closer to you on the couch. 

“That we are.” You grinned and clinked your glasses together. 

You all quickly went onto other topics, but you both could tell that the boys just could not stop imagining you two together. 

“Okay, how do we bring you two back to the present?” Feyre asked. 

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked. 

“You two have been acting so weird since we said we used to hook up. So how do we stop that weirdness?” Feyre asked. 

“We just never imagined our wives with equally attractive women.” Rhysand shrugged. 

You gasped, “are you saying I’m as hot as Feyre? That's the best compliment.” 

He was silent. He actually looked sheepish, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and everything. 

“What?” You asked. 

“He’s saying you’re as hot as him.” Azriel said. 

You gasped even louder. “Seriously?!” 

“I mean, you are,” Feyre shrugged. 

“And Feyre is….as attractive as you are, love.” Azriel said. 

“Awww Azzie..” Feyre cooed teasingly. “That's so cute.”

The tips of his ears became bright red. 

Rhysand stuttered out, “it’s just, hard to imagine so…” He trailed off 

You turned and looked at Feyre. “They wanna see us smooch.” You giggled. 

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Come here.” She grabbed your face and pecked you on the lips. 

When you turned towards the boys, they were wide eyed but not satisfied. “You’re blue-balling us.” Rhysand huffed. 

“Oh? You wanna see us do what?”

Rhysand was silent and looked at Azriel then you two. Feyre coaxed, “words baby.” 

“We want to see you two make out.” Azriel ended their misery. “And maybe…” He shrugged. 

“Maybe?” You prodded. You knew exactly what that voyeur wanted to see. But gods, this was fun enough for you. And it was turning you the fuck on. 

“Maybe if it’s hot, then we fuck you both together.” Azriel snapped, but it wasn’t malicious. Your mate snapped when he was flustered, which was rare. So you were eating this shit up. 

“If?” You chuckled. “Baby, it’s gonna be.” 

“Yeah yeah you know you two are hot.” Rhysand muttered. 

You giggled, “then we have to go to bed, don’t we?” You asked Feyre. 

“Duh.” She laughed, downed her drink then grabbed your hand. You both took off down the hallway, the men nearly tripping over themselves to follow you two. 

You two beat them to the bed. You both fell into a heap of giggles as they ran up the stairs. 

“Is it weird if I’ve missed kissing you?” Feyre asked. She threw off her baggy shirt, so her bra was on display. But left her shorts on. “As much as I love Rhys, kissing girls is just.” She kissed the air. 

“I feel the same.” You giggled into your shared air. You shucked your shorts off, revealing the granny panties you were wearing. If you knew this was coming, you would’ve worn a hot set. You left the big tee shirt on. 

“I’m not wearing panties, I wanna leave some mystery.” Feyre said. 

“I would’ve worn a hot set if i knew this was happening.” You laughed, you could hear the boys were close to the bedroom. 

“It’s not fair you look hot in granny panties.” Feyre groaned. 

You laughed as the boys arrived, now the fun could begin. 

“C’mere.” You grinned and Feyre did as well. 

The two of you sat on the bed, facing each other. Your knees touching. Very much aware of your husbands at the end of the bed waiting for you two to kiss. Their heated gazes stroked the inferno that was in your cunt. Throbbing. 

When you and Feyre’s lips met, the world went silent. Kissing Feyre was always like falling into a comfy bed. Soft, plush and safe. As much as you loved Azriel as he was your mate, and you obviously were sexually attracted to men. You also were sexually attracted to women. There was never a worry with Az. He never wanted to invite anyone to the bedroom because he didn’t trust anyone. 

But these, these were two of the people he trusted most. 

Nothing beats kissing a girl.

Your mouths opened for each other, your tongues caressing each other. Lewd sounds were the only sound in the bedroom aside from Azriel and Rhysands heavy breathing. Feyre pulled you against her, your tits rubbing against each other, you wore no bra underneath so the contact caused your nipples to pebble. She ran her hands underneath your shirt, scraping her nails against your back. Your hands wove into her hair and pulled her even closer. Her nails dug into your plush hips. 

She pulled away, “Gods, I missed these hips. Fucking perfection. So soft.” Between each sentence she pressed a kiss to your swollen lips. “Felt even better sitting on my face. Remember that?” 

“Gods how could I forget?” You whispered. You smelled the musky, manly scent of Azriel and Rhysands arousal, you felt your pussy throb at the aroma of them and the sweet smell of Feyre’s mixing.  

You captured Feyres lips between your own. Better than a drug. More addictive and exhilarating. 

You heard rustling and then the sound of clothes hitting the floor. 

You felt warm heat radiate at your back as large thighs cradled your butt and hips. Azriel’s warm hands went around your waist to hold you. He kissed your neck. You felt his cock in bump into your plush thighs. Rock hard. 

How far are we going with this? Rhysand created a link to all of your minds.

As far as you boys would like. This isn’t new for Y/N and I. Feyres throaty laugh echoed in your minds. Safe word? 

Peach. Like Y/N’s ass. Azriel said as he spanked you. 

No ones gonna get possessive and rip out someone’s throat? You asked as your tongue licked down the side of Feyres throat, your teeth scraped her skin. She let out a breathy moan. 

Nobody else I trust to fuck my wife than these two. Azriel responded 

Glad you have so much faith. Rhysand said. Can’t wait to make your wife see the galaxy. 

yeah watch me make your wife come. Was all you said before your fingers dipped into Feyre’s shorts. 

Azriel chose that moment to slip his hand into the back of your panties and spread your ass cheeks with his long thick fingers. Just rubbing outside the tight ring made you quiver. You weren’t a fan of penetration there, but a little bit of ass play never hurt. 

You snuck your hand into her shorts, her smooth, wet pussy was warm and inviting. You wanted to sink into it with your tongue and fuck her so hard she didn’t know her name. But, you’d do that another time, either with Rhys coming down her throat or just watching while Azriel pounded into you from behind, you weren't picky. 

You gathered her slick and brought it up to her clit and continuously rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves. 

Based on the way her thighs clenched around your hand, you knew something was going on in the back. Then you saw the lube in Rhysands hand get thrown onto the bed and knew that she was also getting some ass action.  

“Is he fucking your ass?” You asked her. She groaned. “You got my fingers on your clit, your husbands in your asshole and you’re giving my husband a filthy fucking show? You grabbed her face with your free hand, “open.” You ordered. 

She did so without complaint, her tongue sticking out as you took her tongue between your lips and sucked on it like it was your favorite candy. 

You pulled away long enough to say, “dirty fucking girl.” You saw her eyes roll back into her head as you took her tongue in your mouth again and sucked it. 

You moaned around her tongue as Azriel began pressing harder against your tight asshole. He began rubbing faster. You whimpered. You weren’t afraid to admit that it doesn’t take much to make you finish. But you also have a faster turnaround time than most. It helps that this sight, this situation was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

You let go of Feyre’s tongue. “Wanna sit on my face baby?” You asked Feyre as she pitched forward into your shoulder. “Huh? You can sit on my face while Az fucks me and you can suck Rhys’ cock. How does that sound?” You rubbed her even faster. 

She let out a louder moan as you felt her thighs quiver around your hand. 

“Or maybe you wanna see what the biggest wingspan feels like.” You grinned, you saw Rhys’ eyes flash a stormy violet. “His cock is so thick, baby.” You panted against Feyre’s temple. “You can feel every vein as you bounce. I bet it’d stretch you out so ni-“ 

You were cut off when someone threw you down on the bed. You looked up to see Rhys’ eyes pinning you down. One of his hands pinning both your wrists down. “Azriel.” Was all he said. 

“Yeah?” He asked, still discombobulated from the shift in position. 

“Pleasure my wife out while I eat yours out.” 

Your husband, your mate, let out a dark chuckle. “As you wish, My Lord.” Your mate sent a gentle caress down the bond. It was almost mocking. 

It was fucking hot. 

Rhys let out his beast form enough that his wings spread even wider, his right hand that wasn’t holding your wrist turned into his beast claws. And his cock was a hard rod against your inner thigh. 

“You know, it’s because of you my wife didn’t get to cum.” He said, one single talon cutting your shirt open. The cool air brushed against the swells of your tits. “If you just kept your fucking mouth shut, she would’ve finished.” He scolded as his wife's moans were in the background, you quickly glanced over Rhysand’s shoulder to see Azriel fingering his High Lady. 

“Am I supposed to be sorry?” You cocked an eyebrow. 

You had no idea what possessed you to say that to him. You’re only mouthy with Azriel, but not all the time. 

You were in a brat mood because the next thing you said was, “you mad that out of all of us I got to fuck her first?”

“Are you always this mouthy?” He asked. 

“You have no idea.” Azriel said, taking a break from sucking on Feyre’s tits and fingering her cunt. You were jealous of your husband. Feyre’s tits were spectacular. 

Rhysand pinned your waist down and began mouthing at one of your tits. His tongue circled a nipple and he grazed his canine against it which caused your back to shoot up off the bed. 

You felt Rhysands claws tap your mental shield, you let him in. 

“Praise or degradation?” He switched to the other breast. 

“Both. But, don’t overdo it with the name calling please.” You requested. You were bullied as a kid so name calling is a toughie to navigate. 

“What words are you against?” He then tore the rest of your shirt off completely. The cool air causing goosebumps on your exposed skin. 

“I don’t like being told I'm ‘just a cunt’. Degrade me by roughing me up. Praise my looks while you do it.”

His chuckle echoed in your mind, “oh I can certainly work with that.” 

“These beautiful thighs are meant to be parted.” He said as he trailed down your curvy body. “Curves of a goddess too.” He pulled your granny panties off and threw them somewhere. 

Azriel always told you how beautiful you were, but you weren’t gonna lie, hearing it from a guy like Rhysand was pretty nice too. 

“The prettiest woman I've seen.” Feyre said off in the distance. She was moaning as well. You didn’t know what your mate was doing. But you knew it was good. 

You hummed as he spread your legs, he blew on your clit and the air made your thighs twitch. 

“Your stretch marks are so beautiful.” He said into your mind. 

He licked a stripe between your folds and moaned. He started sloppily eating like a man starved. Your toes were curling, your heels pushing into his shoulder blades and pushing him further into you. Your hands curl into his hair. 

“You taste like fucking heaven. Our perfect, beautiful, otherworldly little slut.” 

“How does it feel knowing everyone in this room has tasted this perfect cunt?” The breath from him speaking felt like ecstasy as it went over your puffy red cunt.  

“Fuck.” Your eyes rolled back. 

He pulls away and you whine, then squeak when he slaps your pussy. “I asked a question.” He was just adding fuel to the flame. 

“It feels so fucking good. Like I'm a God.” You couldn’t help the truth bubbling out. Anything to get his tongue back inside you. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you were sure they could all hear it. You were a greedy little thing. 

“You are a God, you are our God that tastes so fucking good it’s addictive.” He whispered as if the sentence was a prayer. 

He then put his mouth to use. He rolled your bud around with his tongue. Having the raw, targeted motions made you more sensitive. Causing pleasurable shocks to go through your body. 

“Only we get to make you feel like this, only us. You are ours.” 

“Your curves, your plushness, Gods. Perfection.” 

Right as your thighs began to shake, right as your stomach began to clench and twist, he stopped. 

You could not help the whine. Feyre whined too. It seems the boys had planned something. 

The little bitches had edged you both. “She’s ready for you.” Rhysand smirked at your husband, his lips coated in your slick. 

Azriel grabbed your legs and pulled them onto his shoulders so quickly it caused you to yelp. The head of his cock slapping your pussy lips. 

Feyre was then laid right next to you, both men were now on the bed on their knees. 

Realization set in, these bastards were putting you two in mating presses. 

Rhysand bent down to kiss his mate, when he pulled away, she smirked. “You taste so good with Y/N’s pussy smeared all over your lips. My new favorite dessert.” 

Before you could see Rhysands reaction, Azriel pulled your attention towards him. “Look at you being the favorite slut of the group.” 

Your pussy clenched around nothing which caused you to pitifully whine. “You want me to fill that pussy, baby?” Azriel asked. “Show who has the biggest wingspan?” 

“Mhm.” You whined again. 

“Your wish is my command, baby.” 

And together, both him and Rhys, pushed into their wives pussies. 

You let out a guttural moan as the delicious stretch came. Then the feeling of being pleasantly full. Almost to the point of too much. You couldn’t help the tears that came out of your eyes. Since the beginning of the night you’ve been pent up and to finally feel the release and that all the build up was coming to an amazing moment. 

Your cunt greedily sucked him in, as if welcoming him home. “You’ve always been made for me.” You whispered. You two together were truly like a puzzle, the way your bodies reacted to each other was proof of that. 

The fat head of his cock hit your g-spot and the world went white. Your gummy walls felt like heaven to him. And this felt like heaven to you. 

“Fuck.” You moaned as he began pounding into you. He curled in on you, his arms came around to your back and up to your shoulders, holding you in place as his harsh thrusts dove into you. Azriel’s balls were slapping against your ass, a feeling that will never get old. His head going to your neck. 

Sounds surrounded you, Azriels panting against your skin. Azriel and Rhysands grunts. The sounds of skin slapping, gasps and moans that fell from Feyres lips like a prayer. You could feel the sweat from your back clinging to the bedding on top. Azriels breath against your neck, adding to the pleasure. Your nails clawing at Azriels back. 

The bed was moving with all four of you on it. You heard something in the frame snap but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if the bed fell through the floor. 

You turned your head to the side to see Feyre getting pounded into so hard her eyes were rolling back. Rhysand had pinned her hands to the bed with his own and practically flattened her against the bedding. 

It was so fucking hot. 

She turned her head, her mascara smeared and her lips puffy and red. Skin so beautifully flushed. You knew you looked the same to her. Beautiful. You two held eye contact as you were pounded within an inch of your lives, the act alone felt more intimate than kissing. 

All of it together made the rope finally snap. 

You clenched around your husband's cock hard. Hard enough that it caused him to gasp. 

“Fuck, you always clench around me so good, baby. I’m almost there, yeah?” He murmured. Making sure it was okay to continue pounding into your g-spot. 

“Use me, Azriel.” The overstimulation didn’t scare you. It thrilled you. You loved squirting and you were ready to do it. “Use me like a fucking toy.” 

You didn’t know he could thrust harder in the moment, but he did. You held his sweaty head against your neck. It felt like he was going even deeper, which you didn’t know was possible. He bit into the area between your shoulder and neck, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. 

You heard Feyre’s tell-tale noise and then both her and Rhysand finished. You could tell based on their sounds and the smells. 

Then you felt the tingly feeling of when you’re about to squirt. “Az.” You whined and clenched him hard. 

His lips grazed your neck as he spoke. “I know, I’m there.” You felt his cock release and then let yourself go. 

Your pussy clamped down on him so hard he groaned and collapsed on top of you. The release with Az always felt like you were reborn. Free. Cherished. You knew you had absolutely soaked Feyre and Rhysand’s bed, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“Did so fucking good baby.” You said and kissed his temple. 

Rhysand rolled over onto the other side of Feyre, Azriel eventually pulled out of you and just flopped on the other side of you. Rhysand snapped his fingers and all of you were in clean sheets and were clean. Still felt grimy but you could live with it until you could bathe. He had the courtesy to magic a blanket over the four of you. 

The room was silent except for your panting. 

“So.” Rhys began. 

“We’re doing that again right?” Feyre finished. 

“Yeah.” Azriel panted. 

“Fuck yeah.” You agreed. “I already have ideas.” 

Feyre snorted, “of course you do. Can’t wait for you to experience the wonders of Y/N’s perverted mind, babe.” She said and you heard her punch her husband's shoulder. 

Azriel chuckled, “The shadows fucking her with Truthteller was her idea.” 

“Fuck.” 

[erinwantstowrite]

What do you think about Jason and Tim relationship? I know that fans are split between hatred for each other or the best brothers. But what do you think?

i fully believe that the writers dropped the ball on what to do with them.

i disagree with what they did with Jason coming back- they didn't have any direction for his character besides that they wanted a huge dramatic twist and Jason has stagnated because of it. him coming back as pretty much nothing like himself but then having zero good writing to convince me of his tragedy?? it's why a lot of people just ignore canon. if they were gonna bring him back, they should have gone in another direction.

if i HAD to keep jason as an anti hero, i would have written him to have a compulsion to protect Robin. a deep rooted fear where he projects his own time, experience, and feelings as Robin onto Tim (and even Stephanie!!) because of the damage that was done to him mentally. jason had long lasting brain damage. he was in a coma for months after he was suddenly revived, he was catatonic when Talia was taking care of him. the Lazarus pit might have healed that, but there would still be residual affects. Jason would feel younger than he is, he'd feel like a stranger in his own body. add on to that with severe cpstd, and you have a recipe for a kid (he was what, 18? 19? physically? when he got to Gotham?) who has a warped perception of his life and relationships. he would have memories that were forgotten to him, not just in his recovery stage but in the time before he died. he would have the feelings of a kid who wanted his dad to save him, who was angry at his mom for hurting him, who now has to struggle with why he ever came back at all. i'm sure he would be angry at everyone. he'd be confused and hurt and he wouldn't have a means to understanding his own feelings. but at his heart, jason was always a good kid, and he protected people, especially people who couldn't protect themselves

it makes no sense that jason came back wanting to hurt robin

so yeah, i'd have written him to be angry and volatile like a teen lashing out at a safe parent to be angry with, but when Tim or Steph were there, he'd dial it back immediately. at first it would be about not wanting to scare them, wanting to keep them safe as a way to help the kid that did die in that costume, somehow and someway. but eventually it would be about Jason seeing them, seeing how capable they are, and feeling protective over them, not just Robin.

but that isn't what happened, because the writers couldn't care less about how trauma actually effects people. they had him attack tim and become basically a sociopath and it felt like a cheap "gotcha!" twist that no one asked for

that being said, their canon relationship isn't terrible. in the beginning they didn't get along at all, obviously. but now, they have a respect for each other. they act like siblings. Tim has said multiple times that he doesn't hate Jason nor holds a grudge. Jason said that he should, but Tim didn't care. sometimes when I read them, I think about how well they might have gotten along if Jason never died. because let's be real, Tim was always headed for the Batfam with or without Jason's death. that's why fics where he's adopted earlier and Jason doesn't die are pretty popular. though in my opinion, they often overshadow that Dick and Tim are also brothers

i think they have a complicated history and relationship but they are siblings. they aren't texting each other everything (Dick and Tim, i fear) or having emotional conversations more than once every seven months but they'll play video games with each other, drop by unannounced to the other's house to eat their food and complain about something, and they work together well. they have a lot in common and they're both previously only children who became second children and eventually middle children. they both experienced neglect though it was very different versions.

in one universe where Tim had died, Jason mourned him. i think that says a lot about how they care about each other

if only the writers would let it STAY that way and not have Jason regress over and over just because they're terrified of character development

[fiapartridge]

2/2. May I please request something with Jack? His girlfriend being nervous/insecure because not only does she not know his family/team mates/friends etc but she has no prior knowledge/experience with hockey (any sports/sport activities really) and boating etc. Just feeling out of place in a world where her boyfriend and his family are some of the best/most famous. Obviously take this in whatever direction you wish or ignore it. (I come from a family of artistic city people and my only extracurriculars were volunteering at libraries and museums, I am as boring as they come lol)

obsessed | jack hughes

"i'm so obsessed with your ex..."

jack hughes x reader

summary: realizing that you have nothing in common with jack, you start to wonder why he even likes you in the first place.

warning(s): angst with a happy ending, cursing, luke and quinn being dicks sorry lol

fia's note 💌: VERYYY loose interpretation of this request LOL SORRY IF THIS IS ASS okayyy enjoy!

not proofread (i got lazy sorry lol)

You should’ve known what you were getting into once you got into your relationship with Jack. You should’ve known that it would be hard; that dating a hockey player—a famous hockey player—would be hard, but you, for some reason, didn’t let that stop you. During times like these, you wish it did.

“So, Y/N, how’d you get into hockey?” Ellen asked from across the dinner table. You were too busy stuffing your plate to hear, and once the table fell silent, you knew she had asked you something. 

Embarrassed, you set your plate down, taking Jack’s hand instead. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

She laughed, and then the whole table laughed, and you felt your cheeks grow warmer and your body more tense. Was it that bad? “I asked how you got into hockey, honey.”

“Oh,” you smiled, turning to her. “I didn’t really get into hockey until I met Jack,” you said, leaning closer to him as he smiled softly in return. To be honest, you were glad that you hadn’t been into hockey, or any sports in general, prior to meeting Jack. He taught you how to score a goal, how to celly, and even how to take a hit on the ice. (Jack said he was hitting you just how he would any guy, but you knew he didn’t even put a 1/10th of his weight onto you. Then, he called you Hulk for not even realizing how hard it was. You thought he was bluffing; you still do.)

“You don’t play, or skate, or anything?” Jim asked, cutting into his steak and stuffing the small slice into his mouth.

You shook your head. “No, I, um, my family wasn’t really big on any of that.”

Poking his head up, Luke smiled towards Jack as he pointed his fork at the older boy. “Katy knew all about hockey.”

Katy? You tilted your head to Jack, silently asking who Katy was. It was like he was trying to not make eye contact with you, like he was embarrassed. For who? For you? For him? Slipping your hand out from his, you placed both of yours under your thighs, trying to still yourself from shaking. You shook when you were nervous. Jack knew and he was scared—scared that his family was gonna go ahead and ruin it all. 

Sensing your confusion, Luke nodded at you. “Katy was Jack’s girlfriend in high school. Lead scorer in her team’s league. She was legendary. Whatever happened to her, Jack?”

You felt your chest clench, and your hands underneath your thighs weren’t helping anything, and you couldn’t stop bouncing your knee, and Ellen was staring at you again. You just wished they would stop staring at you, like they were waiting for a reaction from you. 

“Luke, shut up,” Jack scolded, trying to grab your hand from under your thigh as you shook your head. You just wanted this to be over. You shouldn’t have agreed to meet his family. You shouldn’t have agreed to be with him. You were never going to be enough; not when there’s Katy; not when he had the most perfect girl for him, and he still chose to break up with her. When was he going to break up with you? Probably after this dinner. Probably after his family tells him that you’re not the one; that you’re not like Katy at all.

“I’m sorry,” you interrupted as Luke was just about to spew his rebuttal. You stood from your chair, laying your cloth napkin on the table as Jack looked up at you with concern. “Um, can I go to the bathroom?”

Quinn laughed. He laughed. He fucking laughed at you.

“Sure, honey,” Ellen smiled, silently scolding Quinn. “It’s in the hallway by the kitchen, third door on the right.”

“Thank you,” you said, not even looking up at anyone before quickly racing to the bathroom. 

Locking the door, you sat on the toilet cover, pulling out your phone, and immediately going to Instagram. He has to be following her. Someone has to be following her. And right when you searched up “Katy” on Luke’s Instagram following, there she was, in all of her hockey glory. The perfect girl. 

She had sandy blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and she looked at least 5’8, maybe even taller. She wore designer brands that your bank account wouldn’t even allow you to look at, and God, she looked amazing in that dress. But somehow, in some possible way, she looked even better in her hockey gear. She still had posts with Jack in her tags. She’s sitting on his lap at a party, red Solo cups in hand as he stares at her with a look he had never given you. You can see the way she’s loved by everyone around her; the way Ellen holds her like a daughter; how Luke plays games with her like a sister; how Trevor carries her over his shoulder like they’re best friends. You’ve never felt that way with anyone close to Jack.

Even back in New Jersey, every time you went out with the team, you felt like you were just there. Like you were just wasted space. Sometimes you wondered if they even knew your name. You told them plenty of times, but Dawson still asks every time you see him, and Nico still gives you those sad pity smiles, like it’s another reminder that you don’t fit in with Jack and his friends.

Sometimes you even question it. Why are you with Jack? You’re total opposites. He loves hockey, you know nothing about the sport. You think staying in and knitting is fun when his ideal nights are going to parties and getting drunk off his ass. You guys don’t even look good together. You know who he looks good with? Katy. 

Katy. Katy. Katy.

You’ll never be Katy.

“Y/N?” A knock at the door took you out of your spiral as you stared at the wooden slab, too scared to open it and be met with his entire family laughing at you from the hallway. “Baby, it’s Jack. I,” he stammered. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized, his forehead resting on the door in front of him. I lost her, he thought. There’s no coming back from this. She hates me and my family, and I blew it. “I screamed at Luke; he had no right to talk to you like that. And Quinn’s getting yelled at by my mom as we speak. Please just—please let me in.”

Slowly, hesitantly, you opened the door, being met with a distressed Jack whose eyes were red and whose lips were swollen with the amount of chewing he was doing to them. It broke your heart to see him that way, but his family was right. Katy was perfect, and you’re nothing like her.

“Baby,” Jack stepped closer as you took a step back, ripping his heart into pieces. “Y/N.”

“Your family’s right, Jack.” “No, they’re not,” he argued.

You nodded, frowning, and holding back a sob because it felt over. It felt so over. “They are. They are because what do we have in common, Jack? Nothing! We have nothing in common, and everybody sees it! Jack, I—”

“Don’t,” he shook his head. “Don’t say it. Don’t break up with me.”

“Jack—”

“Who the fuck cares?” he exclaimed. “Who cares if we have nothing in common? I like you, I want to be with you, you’re my person! I don’t see that with anyone else.”

Rolling your hand down your face, you let out a tired sigh. “You’re gonna see it, Jack. You’re gonna realize that I’m not your person; that I’m not the one you want; that I’m awkward and boring and don’t get along with anyone you care about, and you’re gonna break my heart. And that’s just how it is.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? You think I could ever get tired of you? I like you because you’re nothing like my friends, or my family, or anyone I’ve ever dated. I broke up with Katy because her life was just hockey, and my life was just hockey, and everything was just hockey.” Stepping closer, he held your hips as your back hit the sink behind you. “I don’t want my life to be hockey. You’re the part of my life that I need. If I didn’t have you in my life, I think I’d go crazy,” he laughed as you rubbed your sleeve against your wet nose.

“Your friends don’t like me.”

“Fuck them,” he grinned, running his thumbs up and down your waist. “Plus, you haven’t met Coley yet. Think he’d like you more than he likes me.”

“What’s he like?”

“Taylor Swift karaoke—”

“Sold,” you chuckled as he shook his head, smiling at you like you were the only girl in the world, because to him, you were. “So this Katy girl,” you said, raising your eyebrow slyly.

“Is irrelevant,” he answered. “I only have eyes for you, pretty girl.”

[jumpingjoltiks]

You know what, there hasn't been enough Warden Ingo around here lately. I'm gonna fix that.

Nuts About You

Pairing: Warden Ingo x gn!Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers. Very mild violence.

He. Doesn't. Belong here.

You don't want him hanging around Jubilife.

His mannerisms are strange. He's always off on his own. Plus, that expression he constantly wears is terrifyingly serious. He's shifty, and it makes you uneasy.

Worst of all is the strange compassion that he has for pokemon. These are wild, dangerous animals, but he treats them like common pets. It makes you think he's probably dangerous too. It would explain why he got on so well with them.

You've tended the wounds of survey core members. You've seen exactly the kind of damage these creatures can do. You're not keen to get involved with someone like him.

Ingo knows how you feel about him (and he tries not to let it bother him. You're hardly the first to have shown him such distrust. At least you're quiet about it, unlike some), but the vitrolic way you talk about pokemon is a different thing.

To be sure, he understands. Hisui is a dangerous place. But that doesn't mean he has to like it. Or you.

You two tried conversing exactly one time, and that was enough for both of you to decide that you're better off politely ignoring the other.

That is, until a pesky pachirisu decides that the beams of your home are the ideal nesting spot. You walk in to find it with a mouthful of ripped up chunks of straw from your tatami mat. You promptly rush out the door and down toward the dojo.

You explain in a flurry to one of the security corp that a pokemon has gotten into your house and could they please take care of it?

It takes four security corp members getting their pokemon knocked around by this tiny squirrel before they tell you Zisu will take care of it when she returns from her mission the next morning. Until then, you're welcome to stay in the dojo.

Ingo finds you sulking outside your house, head in your hands. You're about to tell him to stop staring with those freaky eyes before he brushes past you and into your home. There's some scuffling, the zap of electricity, a muffled yell and a curse, a thump, and then he exits with a pokeball in his hand.

The Warden nods toward you, pulling his cap down briefly as if in a mock bow. "The tracks have been cleared. You are free to resume your scheduled rest."

As he turns, you make note of an ash-dark, blossoming mark on the side of his hand. A electrical burn.

You'd like to let him walk away. Let the strange Warden who consorts with these dangerous creatures get his help from the medics in the hall, or better yet, let him handle it himself. But the thought of being indebted to the man is enough to make you call out to him.

"Wait. You've been injured. I have a salve that should help, or at least remove the pain."

He looks down on you with such a serious, dark frown that you want to turn him away again and hide inside. Truth be told, in this moment you're not entirely unconvinced he's not secretly some kind of scary pokemon himself.

"That would be appreciated."

Oh. Okay.

You bring him into your home and silently tend to the wound. It's a little awkward between you. You're aware that this is definitely, merely obligation and he seems to sense that this is as close to a 'thank you' as he's going to get from you.

Still, you place a thick layer of salve over the blossoming wound and wrap it as gently as you can. You send him off with what remains of the bottle of salve and instructions for reapplying. He thanks you politely and leaves.

After a week, a bundle arrives silently at your door. It's a sack with a bunch of medicinal herbs and materials, a cleanly washed bottle, and a note... from the Warden of all people.

"Y/N, As I used the last of your bottle of salve, I felt responsible for helping to replace it. I pray that these are the correct ingredients. Your Pachirisu has been an invaluable assistance in my gathering of them. I had to seek out the advice of Warden Calaba to be sure what I had was correct, but perhaps you have a different recipe. Please let me know if there is anything missing and I will retrieve it for you as soon as I am able. At your service, Warden Ingo."

Your pachirisu? Surely he couldn't be referring to the creature he caught in your home. You thought he had taken it outside the village to release.

Sure enough, the next time he ambles into town, the Pachirisu is on his shoulder, tamely nibbling on an apricorn like it hadn't wrecked your house and four guards a week ago.

When it sees you, it chitters brightly and scurries down the Warden as though he's no more than a raggedly dressed (and completely unphased) tree. You stumble back as it comes quickly bounding toward you. Does it intend to attack?!

Ingo makes a clicking sound at the creature and it halts before it reaches you. The blue and white squirrel stands upright and looks back at him, then toward you, flicking it's tail. Reluctantly, it turns and skitters across the ground back toward the Warden, who scoops it up. It chirps, but allows itself to lounge, belly-up, in the sling of his arm.

"My apologies. Pachirisu can be quite excitable. She must remember you."

He's looking at you with a sort of intensity you don't like. You give a short answer and make an excuse to leave as quickly as possible.

Each time Pachirisu sees you in the village, it tries to get close to you. It's continued hijinks and the ensuing interactions with Ingo begin to wear down the hard shell around your heart.

He's so... patient with it. Like the little creature is a miscreant child. It doesn't ever lash out at him or anyone ever again. You watch as he feeds it little bits of berry out of his hand. It doesn't even so much as nibble at his fingers. Was it really possible that this wild, terrifying pokemon was now friendly, and that Ingo was responsible?

In turn, the determination of Pachirisu to befriend you has the Warden second guessing if you're really all that bad. If a pokemon likes you, surely there must be something there to like, right?

One fine, summer day, Ingo instructs you on how to hold out your arm steadily. Pachirisu happily leaps from his shoulder right onto yours, as easy as leaping from one branch of a tree to another. You feel the faint tickle of electricity as she nuzzles her little yellow cheek against yours.

"Fine," You acquiesce, at last, "she's kind of cute." Pachirisu chirrups and skitters across to your other shoulder.

The Warden's soft smile as you take the offered pokeball from his hand makes something flutter within your heart, but you refuse to put a name on it.

You don't think you've ever seen him smile before. Had he been this handsome the whole time?

"I've trained her a little. If you'd like to see what she can do, please come and see me at the dojo."

[galesdevoteewife]

Gale may not be so typical squishy wizard/scholar?

-My Galeology study note-

Looking at his character sheet in the Deluxe pack gets me thinking, maybe our wizard is not exactly designed to be the typical squishy one...?

[Act2 spoiler warning]

2 things caught my eyes:

1) Great physical fitness, and good reflexes. (For your reference, Gale & Wyll are the two companions who have the highest Con: 15. I put everyone's sheets at the bottom of the post.)

His Con and Dex are... very high?? I mean, higher than Karlach and Lae'zel...????

Note 1: I suspect it could have something to do with his background as Mystra's chosen, as they are somewhat "transformed" when they agree to become the goddess's chosen. A topic for another day since I haven't quite figured it out yet, for anyone who is interested there's a chapter about it in The Seven Sisters. Also, I have little clues on how much chosen lore credit Larian was taking into account while designing him, or how Mystra's "taking back the given ability" works. Note 2: Again, Mystra's chosen are often sent on missions that involve a lot of traveling according to Elminster's series. Mystra also mentioned that Gale and she used to have adventures together, which leads to an assumption: despite his preference he might be traveling quite a lot until he was cast aside and quarantined himself in his tower. Might be the type of scholar who is very keen on field studies?

Note 3: Can someone undress Elminster to exam my theory please??xD Neh won't work I think all human might share same body model in game

Come to think of it, there was a party banter between Karlach & Gale that went like :

Karlach: Whoa! Almost slipped there. Gale: You wouldn't be the first, I'd wager. It's been some time since these walkways felt the carpenter's hammer. Karlach: You gonna catch me if I eat a brick? Gale: With my reflexes? I'd catch you before you so much as stubbed a toe.

At first I thought that was a sarcastic joke but, seems like it wasn't? Also this:

Karlach: Ready to enter the belly of the beast? Gale: It's the stairs I'm dreading. I shall close my eyes, and pretend I'm climbing my own, far superior tower in Waterdeep. Karlach: In that case, welcome home.

...So it seems when I pictured him as a homebody, I should reimagine the concept of home... His has...lots of stairs? Just walking around in the tower could be counted as a workout, sort of thing? Note: I don't think the place he shows in the Act 2 cutscene is his tower. Otherwise, aren't these neighbors pretty much doomed?

2) Not THAT smart. Well, I love him, so I will speak in his defence: [1] He has a warm(s) digging holes in his brain. [2] Poisonous magical bile running in his blood. Maybe he's just not at his best, makes sense, eh? Wyll mentioned he is nerfed after tadpole too. After all, this man obviously memorized a DICTIONARY:

Gale: You promised to stay in Waterdeep. 'Promise,' verb, meaning to swear something will or will not be done. Tara the Tressym: And I decided 'will not'. And a good thing, too. You look like you haven't had a good meal in days

Player: When I said we could be more than friends, you answered 'perhaps'. What does that really mean? Gale: If I recall correctly, the Waterdhavian Dictionary of the Common Tongue of Faerûn defines it as an adverb that conveys the meaning of 'it may be that', or 'possibly'. Gale: Sorry, sometimes I just can't help being quite insufferable. In seriousness, I'm glad you asked that question.

Along with a bunch of you-may-never-need information:

Everything about ceremorphosis? Myconid? Why in the world have him read about Cazador??? And how can he not know the distance between Waterdeep & Baldur's Gate, even Karlach ―who spent a decade, which is likely half of her life in hell― knows better geography than him. Gale either totally ignored the subject or portaled everywhere; distance meant nothing to him?? Uh, but you can't take party banters too seriously; it's buggy. How could a bug bit Karlach in the swamp? It should've been burned into ashes before it even reached her, no?

Anyway, just rambling some thoughts <3 I would have gone to Harvard if there was a major in Gale...

-DISCLAIMER- Brought to you by a brainrot wife, Galerian missionary. Be warned the article might has (strong) bias because the writer is braindead and she thinks Gale is the most awesome character in the world.

[slaaverin]

I wonder why most Jikookers think Jk loves Jimin more than Jimin do him when it’s clearly opposite. Maybe they are influenced by grant gestures JK does once in a blue moon while Jimin is consistently taking care and loving him.

One of the obvious example is 2 incidents in AYS. jk was riding motorcycle and Jimin was worried saying to be careful of cars but jK ignored him saying I’m good which Jimin said atleast reply with a ‘ok’. But Jk was thinking whether army will be worried about this and confimred he rides the vehicle carefully. See how he was completely tone deaf to Jimin’s worry ?

second is in the forest. Jimin asked him to go slowly and enjoy the view multiple times while Jk was rushing, clearly walking too fast and away from Jimin as if he was trekking alone with his cam. And Jimin subtly shaded him saying how immature it is as Jimin, when he was kid, used to fastly walk to finish first as he wanted to he’s good at it than his peers but now he take it slow enjoying the view.

JK is often unnecessarily praised to waiting for jimin when he does it once or twice but 90% time he just avoids Jimin who walks slowly.

I am tired of this discourse. Aren't you tired? I'm tired.

Can we stop this "Jk loves Jimin most" "Jimin loves JK most" For fuck's sake how hard is it to understand they are simply two different people who love in different ways? It doesn't mean they don't love each other just as strongly, simply that they show it differently. And it's FINE. Are we in kindergarten? Is this a competition?

The two example you picked. Please.

The first one. Of course he dismissed Jimin's worry. One, JK knows how to drive, it was not his first time riding a motorcycle. And secondly, have you never experienced a loved one in your life telling you to "please be careful" "please stay safe" "please bring a light jacket because you will be cold" and you just roll your eyes and say "yes yes I will" without thinking too much about it?

JK is a confident dude who thinks can take care of himself (and he can, as most people), so idk maybe he doesn't feel like pushing the fact he needs extra care from Jimin? (But I don't think he minds it either, just he's not gonna play victim or anything like when Jimin was talking about his cold)

I don't know is he so hard to read??? He never dismissed him in a harsh way? Just like "I know, but I'm a big boy don't worry" which is a perfectly acceptable reaction to have from anyone? Jk is a free spirit as he put it and it just shows. So what? Does it mean he loves Jimin less? Absolutely not, it doesn't mean anything in particular.

Can we stop changing perfectly normal interactions into some kind of twisted toxic ones?

Because you know most people wouldn't see any of this in a negative way. Yet you're making it negative. It talks more about you than about JK.

And for the second one.

Each person walks at their own pace. Jungkook is amused at Jimin's slowness and Jimin to justify himself (because everyone thinks their way of walking is the best way) tells this little story and they giggled and the whole thing was very cute and fun and just shows they are different and once again, so what?

Aren't you nitpicking and inventing stuff that doesn't even exist?

He doesn't "avoid" Jimin, he just walks as he wants to! And many times they're walking side by side. What even are we talking about here???

When I walk especially while traveling with people I walk always waaaay ahead of everyone and spend most of my time waiting for people. When I travel with my mom she's especially slow and I always make a fuss with how slow she walks and even make fun of her. Does this mean I don't like my mom? That I avoid her?

Common sense people, common sense please I beg you this ask is so ridiculous

Once again a perfect example of someone choosing very minute details and making a truth out of them without seeing the whole picture

Did you forget how JK took care of Jimin when he was sick? Even made a little stone tower and prayed for him? How he cooked for him several times, wanting to make the best carbonara possible, for Jimin? Did you forget how Jimin was down in Sapporo and JK was trying to cheer him up? How JK made Jimin giggle repeatedly? How many time he praised him, calling him pretty and encouraging him? How worried he was when Jimin got injured? How he was trying to help with music? How he shared his food?

JK said again and again how happy he was to be on these trips with Jimin.

If you didn't see any of this then I'm thinking you are willfully blind or just a 12 year old.

Nobody in their right mind would try to put jikook's love to each other into some kind of counting of points competition "he did more, no he did more" Are you hearing yourself? The only people making things weird here are you. There's nothing wrong with their own individual ways to show love because guess what? They are different people! Shocker I know.

If you can't take them both as they are and love them as they are without putting your own toxic views into it, then don't even bother.

And if you're a solo hating on the other, your fave would probably be ashamed of you.

I don't want to read this crap in my asks again for real. GROW UP.

Thanks

[moody-sunset]

A Poppy Playtime "Saving Everyone" AU

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PT 1 - Twisted Familiarity

The thick air of the damp night lay heavily in Eliza's lungs as the looming building finally came into view. Her body ached with anticipation and dread as it all started to creep back into memory. Now all that remained between her and answers was a beat-up and weather-worn front door and any amount of common sense. Perhaps it was the finality of it that drove the sudden confidence in her step, or maybe just some strange need to spite her own worry, but either way, she didn't hesitate to make her way over that final threshold. She had things to do after all and she didn't come this far to cower at the first step.

Walking into the building after all these years was an almost surreal experience: The colorful walls, the echoing steps, the stale smell of oil and machinery. Familiar enough to bring her back to all those years ago, but still so changed that the place felt entirely foreign to her. It was nothing but a pale image of what had been, the silence of the empty halls leaving a particular feeling of wrongness.

‘Looks better than I thought it would’ is all the reaction she can manage. Despite the eerie feel of the place she manages to continue forward. She tries to keep her mind on why she's here.

‘Get evidence, then get the hell out’ she reminds herself, letting the thought repeat. It only stops when she notices an old tape lying on the reception desk. She pauses in her tracks, taking a few tentative steps closer and noticing a rather convenient VCR. She doubted it would be that easy to find what she needed, but still she put the tape in with all the confidence and hope she could muster. 

“Hi, my name is Leith Pierre and I'm the head of innovation here at the Playtime Co. Toy Factory. If you're seeing this, then you're trespassing! Yeah, we play this little tape on loop-” she sighs, her hopes dashed instantly. It wasn’t too much of a letdown; she knew it wouldn't be that easy, but she had just hoped once in her life she'd get lucky. But there's no point in moping about it, so instead she leaves the tape running as she looks around for anything else of interest. She ignores that uptight tone of his rather easily, almost impressed by how even after all these years she manages to still have no interest in what that man has to say.

“-So, you got my warning, it's not too late to turn around” She rolls her eyes, not a big fan of his dramatic flares.

“I just hope that you're certain whatever you're doing is worth it” The tape ends with a loud click as the machine begins to rewind itself. She stops her search to pause it, not wanting to hear his rambling warning again. The last line was the only thing that got under her skin, the seriousness of the threat of this place finally solidifying.

‘It is…it has to be’ she steels her nerves before heading towards the next room. That's when a certain old friend of hers makes its presence known on the other side of a locked security door. 

“ If I know anything about this place I know I'm gonna need that Grab Pack ” she mutters in resigned acceptance of her fate as she wonders just how she's going to get to the other side. A pad next to the door holds a random assortment of colors that she couldn't begin to imagine the combination for. She considers it for a long moment before coming to the only conclusion she can think of. Turning around, her eyes scan the entrance room again. Not finding what she needs she goes to the next room over, once more disappointed when only soft plushies line the walls. That is until she looks up at the somehow still powered train.

“That’ll do just fine” She uses the shelves to climb her way close enough to reach out and grab the old train and is beyond thankful to feel its heavy weight in her hands. Without much time to waste she quickly makes her way back to the office, toy in hand. She readied herself, taking a deep breath and hoping that whatever security systems they had were too old to function anymore. A second later the train leaves her hand, the sound of shattering glass stopping her heart for just a moment. She does not move for a while longer even though as far as she knew no one was anywhere nearby. Yet still she only continued forward when she was sure the only sound was the beating of her heart in her ears. Annoyance begins to mount in her when faced with another pane of glass in her way. 

‘Not very secure, is it?’ she carefully grabs the toy train from the pile of broken glass and wastes no time ridding the inconvenience, grabbing what she needed from the wreckage and doing her best to avoid cutting herself on the fallen shards. It's only as she puts the old thing on that her eyes catch on a blue tape. This time she decides to read the label and promptly sets the thing back down at the sight of ‘Grab Pack safety’. She'd seen that video enough to draw it from memory even a decade later. So she continues on her way, only to be proven immediately correct about the necessity of the Grab Pack when she's met with a door locked behind a blue hand. She goes to unlock it, missing more times than she'd wish to admit as she tries to remember what used to be second nature. She gets it soon enough though, the metal door opening to a sight she remembered all too well.

“And here I had almost forgotten about you” She is genuinely surprised that the thing still stands, her steps slower as she makes her way forward. She whistles at the sight of the looming statue, surprised that the larger than life Huggy Wuggy has only managed a few bits of grime and dust on its blue fur.

“Long time no see, buddy” A faint bit of nostalgia bites the edges of her consciousness, the memories of her mornings all those years ago flooding back. Despite the disdain that tainted them, there were always a few shining lights here and there, things she couldn't ever fully hate. Her morning entrance into the room with the goofy stuffed doll towering over her was one of them. She holds fond memories of her co-workers ribbing her for how she'd treat the tall thing almost like one of them. With how much of a constant it had been in her life it almost was. She even swore that sometimes, if she looked close enough for long enough, it looked alive . 

“You haven't seen any weird papers lying around, have you? It'd be really helpful if you did” She almost laughs at the absurdity of it. How had she ever found herself back here? Thirty-five years old and talking to an oversized stuffed toy. She truly had lost the wheel, hadn't she?

“Good talk, good talk. Unfortunately, I do have places to be” she continues speaking to it, an odd sense of comfort coming from the old piece of her life creeping back in. Still, she knew she had far more important things at hand. She shakes her head in an attempt to focus her mind again.

“See you around then” She gave a nod to the tall creature before turning to power the only door she could. Her heart sinks when it immediately short circuits.

Kling Kling

The chiming sound has her snapping her head behind her, trying to find the source of the sudden noise. She is confused for a long moment, a bit of frustration mounting until she finally spots it. A set of keys left dangling in the statue's hand. She stares intently at it for a while, confusion almost beating out her frustration. In silence she takes the keys before turning to the locked power room.

‘Surely not’ She turns the key and is completely shocked when they work, her head slowly turning back to the still statue.

“Well…I'm going to take the victories where I can. Thanks bud” choosing not to question the absolute miracle, she continues forward. She isn't quite as familiar with the Grab Packs electrical capabilities but she picks it up quick enough, using the emergency power to finally bring some light to the place. Relieved that she'll now be able to actually see what she's doing, she gains a slight pep in her step-

She stops, her entire being brought to a halt at what lays before her- or, rather, what doesn't . Her breath gets stuck in her throat, her heart hardly even a flutter in her chest as her mind tries to wrap around the sudden disappearance. 

‘It’s…gone? That- no that can't…’ she tries to find some rationalization for it as she takes a few tentative steps beyond the hallway. Her eyes dart around trying to catch anything out of the ordinary. Every glint of light or shift of dust catches her attention, but in it she finds absolutely nothing. 

‘Okay. This doesn't make any sense’ she ponders perhaps uselessly to herself as she slowly steps even just a bit further. Her mind suddenly races for explanations, each making less sense than the last. She even considers that she might have finally lost it, but in the end comes to the horrifying possibility that the statue was maybe, probably, most definitely, not a statue. With that, whatever amount of comfort she had grown disappeared just as quickly as she'd found it. With her senses high and her adrenaline beginning to pump, she carefully makes her way out of the room and down the long and dark halls she hurries through, hoping beyond hope that what she saw wasn't real. She moves rather quickly now, finding very little of note for a while. Making her way from room to room she spots two more tapes, but the information in them tells her less than nothing. She does manage to find the right hand to her Grab Pack along the way, but as much as that might help her later it wasn't too important now.

It isn't too long until she is once more met by a closed door, this time shut behind the lock of one stuffed toy. Looking around the room the task didn't seem too difficult, given the machine for making them was right behind her. So she tries not to be too irritated by the inconvenience, instead focusing on keeping an eye over her shoulder to satiate her paranoia. She's developed this horrible sinking dread of being watched since Huggys sudden disappearance, something she isn't quite fond of. So she gets along with it quickly, making a suitable hybrid bee cat thing and lovingly placing the freshly made toy on its designated pedestal. After a moment the machine seems to find it a suitable enough offering as it takes it away and allows her entry. 

Just as suddenly as the door rolls open does she feel the hairs on her neck stand at attention, a shiver of shaken nerves making their way down her spine. She tries to blame it on her paranoia and hopes to calm it with a solid step forward. The entirety of her body screams in retaliation but she dares another, and another. Slow, steady, and at attention. But when the air around her stills just long enough she's finally able to hear something similar enough to breathing to make her regret ever speaking against her body's better judgment. But it's too little too late. When she finally reconsiders and takes a simple step back, she's met with voided black pools of gloss finally catching against the light, a creature now somehow taller than she'd ever seen slowly creeping its way forward in awkward but deliberate movement until it stood all blue fur and sharp teeth. There is a moment where they both stand completely still, a short standoff where she is left to consider the impossibility of what she's staring at. But it isn't too long before instincts kick in and she does so the only sensible thing.

She runs .

Alarms blare suddenly as an unholy screech pierces the once still air. Her eyes turn quickly to the conveyor belt, the small opening being all she has the time to consider when she hears the screeching grow closer. She books it, her boots stomping loudly against the tiled floor. The conveyer thunks and and creeks as her heavy feet jump carelessly onto it and she dives through the opening. Only then does she spare any glance behind her, eyes landing upon a creature that should not exist as it charges against the suddenly closing door.

WAM thunk thunk thunk

Whatever it is slams against it, seeming quite upset at the circumstances. Despite the creature being on the other side of a metal wall Eliza wastes absolutely no time in getting the hell out of there. It's only when there's silence again that she thinks to stop moving. Suddenly aware that it wasn't at the door anymore.

‘Did…Did it leave?’ she asks herself, ears open for the slightest bit of sound. Carefully she slides down the tall vent, the metal creaking under the shifting of her weight…or was that her? She freezes again, her breath catching at the shifting sound of a vent moving in the distance. Realizing she was far from safe she picked up the pace again hoping to find a way out of here before-

She locks eyes with the creature through slits in a vent, the thing twisting and moving in ways so unnatural it made her stomach spin. It screeched again upon catching even a glimpse of her and she knew she had to go . Once more moving at a speed unlike she ever had before she makes her way deeper in, all the while hearing it shifting somewhere far too close for comfort. 

Her heart nearly stops when the thing suddenly appears in front of her. Without any hesitation she twists back around and ducks into whatever would get her further out of here. It was far too close now, she could practically feel it’s presence over her shoulder. She flies down the catacombs of metal, heavy breath only steady enough to keep her running. She catches glimpses of writing on the walls warning against going further, getting more and more urgent with every turn she makes as she continues to ignore them. Every corner felt like she only lost ground on the thing even if she never once turned to check. 

Then suddenly a door in front of her is slammed, the one behind her following suit. When she turns she is once again met with the horrifying and twisted way the creature pulls itself through the vents. She prepares to fight, feet digging themselves securely into the ground when the doors suddenly opens again. She didn't waste a moment in turning to run again, not quite liking her chances against the meat shredder of a mouth the thing had.

The traction of the broken conveyor belts against her boots gives her a speed advantage, but when it starts to send her backward she knows she doesn't have long left. So she gives it her all, practically throwing herself forward with every step until she is able to slide deeper into the building. She only ever seems to go faster, adrenaline and fear fueling her. Without a second thought, she uses her body to slam the cover open and she goes cascading out with it. The echoing clank of the metal hitting the ground is promptly ignored when she slams heavily with it, though whatever pain she should have felt was far too numbed by her adrenaline. Without a second to lose she goes to stand and keep up the chase. 

That is until a sudden grip on her stops her. She falls hard against the ground again before quickly turning on her back. Her eyes widen when she realizes what had stopped her, the tight grip of the terrifying creature promising that it would not be letting go any time soon. She struggles, kicking, punching, and screaming as the thing brings its full body back out of the vent. The sudden screech as the creature's many sharp teeth get far too close for comfort is what shocks her still, mind still not having processed the true horror of the warped toy. With nothing left to do, she closed her eyes tightly, her hands holding the creature as far as she could keep it. She braces for some sort of pain or at the very least a struggle but…

Nothing

No screeches, no teeth digging into flesh, no tugging or pulling or even an attempt to get out of her grip. Just a complete and sudden stillness . Slowly, and with the most dread she's ever felt racking through every system in her body, she allows herself to peek through squinted eyes. What she sees in front of her is a completely different sight than before. The creature's teeth are put away behind its wide and seemingly permanent smile, its head tilting slightly as it stares at you. There was no menace, no attempt to scare, just some strange stare , almost as if it was observing her. The confusion of the sudden change leaves her heart still and her mind racing, fear she's never felt before still wrecking its way through her system as she dares to open her eyes fully. Then the creature finally moves again, the rise of its hand making her flinch when it reaches for her throat. She grabs it's arm too late to stop what it was trying to do and for a moment she was sure that she was as good as dead when it, with just the most gentle touch, takes her necklace into its fuzzy hand. Its eyes seem to consider the sunflower trinket for a long moment, holding it just far enough for the string to press against the back of her neck. She isn't sure what to make of the sight, frankly she was out of her depth the moment that thing first showed its face, but this? This made next to no sense. It only continued to get stranger when just as suddenly as the thing had chosen to chase her did it choose to let her go. Without so much as a sound or second glance it turns back around, slinking back into the vent as if nothing had ever happened. 

Eliza is left with not a single rational thought in her body. Her adrenaline plummets in every quick breath in her lungs, her entire body shaking with the drain. She somehow managed to bring herself to her feet again, her gaze glued to the vent as if any second that thing would come running back like a cat playing with its food. But when nothing comes she is forced to consider that she might have just experienced some twisted miracle. Her hands almost absentmindedly grab at the necklace, surprised to see it still there. She squeezes it tightly to gain the courage to finally turn away from the vent.

She looks around at the now oh-so-confining walls of the place she had willingly put herself in. Suddenly these already eerie halls have become something much more sinister, leaving only her imagination to conjure the other horrors a place like this could hold. But despite all of this she still had a goal, one that was only spurred on further when faced with the true horror this place had to offer. Not to mention that she is now quite thoroughly lost. 

There truly was no going back now.

Next chapter ->

[specificallyjude]

social media au: fanboying

pairing: mason mount x driver!fem!reader

summary: a private, but not secret relationship being ruined by the one and only lando norris warnings: swearing. this is also a female reader fic so pls keep that in mind before reading. author note: please ignore any inconsistencies, this is all fake so don't take anything too seriously. I originally starting making this while mason was at chelsea, but then transfer season happened and I had to scrap everything and start over. also if you ever see me reuse any photos in future au's...no you didn't.

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₊˚⊹♡ monaco gp 22 ♡⊹˚₊

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y/n.username monaco you will always be iconic ⭐️

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user i love the y/n and seb duo

user aaahhh everything about y/n in monaco is iconic

landonorris does monaco being iconic have anything to do with your good luck charm being in the paddock this weekend?

↳ user uuuhhh lando is there something you want to share with the class??

↳user do we think he's referring to a man

↳user he better not be, y/n is my wife

masonmount

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masonmount first time in monaco. thank you @redbullracing

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landonorris hey mate 👋

user what is lando doing here??

↳ user I'm pretty sure he's friends with mason

↳ user yeah there's pictures of them at the McLaren headquarters together

↳ user wow...this is such a random crossover

y/n.username posted a story

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user omg did you meet any of the players???

user girl i thought you were a villa supporter. what is this betrayal??!!?

↳ y/n.username don't worry i'm here for business purposes only

user does there happen to be a good luck charm on the field??

₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] barcelona gp 23 ♡⊹˚₊

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masonmount always good luck in barcelona

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redbullracing so glad to have ya this weekend 👏

↳ user mason's biggest flaw is being a red bull fan

user are we not gonna talk about y/n liking this post

↳ user relax she's allowed to like other people's posts

↳ user ikik but mason also used good luck in his caption, and lando did say she had a good luck charm in the paddock last year in monaco

↳ user they could just be friends you know

↳ user he's also friends with lando who is starting front row tomorrow so it could be about that

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y/n.username i was forced to spend the whole flight next to this idiot. please barcelona be good to me.

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lando norris boo tomatoes...you literally wanted to fly together

↳ mason mount i mean she does have a point though

↳ y/n.username thank you 🙏 finally someone with common sense

user guys we got our first mason x y/n interaction...i'm calling it they're dating

↳ user ngl they would be cute together

↳ user them being lando's collective biggest hater is so silly

↳ user couples who hate together, stay together

user why do y'all ship y/n with everyone she talks too, i've had enough

↳ user i know, at this point people think she's dating half of the grid

↳ user it's gets so annoying I don't know how she handles it

f1 drama just posted

Aston Martin driver y/n y/l/n seen with a mystery man after 2023 Barcelona gp. They were seen entering and leaving a driver's after party together following race day. Who do you think this mystery man could be? Could it be a fellow driver or possibly her alleged good luck charm?

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user i'm telling y'all it's charles

↳ user nah nah nah it's definitely mick

↳ user you're all delusional

user i feel like he's not a driver, maybe a footballer?

user @f1drama you guys need to stop posting shit like this and let her date in peace. this is her private life.

↳ user fr respect her privacy

₊˚⊹♡ [time jump] 2023 summer break ♡⊹˚₊

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y/n.username a well deserved break 💐

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sebastianvettel I hope you're having a nice summer holiday

↳ y/n.username awww i am, come back please, we miss you

↳ sebastianvettel we?

↳ y/n.username i*

↳ user seb really exposed her on main

landonorris nice flowers

↳ user what do you know that we don't ??

↳ user no because who the fuck is that... we MUST know

user y/n casually soft launching a relationship this really is silly season

user queen please tell us who that is and if he can fight

user I'd buy her an even bigger bouquet if she'd just give me a chance

lando.jpg posted a story

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y/n.username my good luck charm 🌟 (@landonorris you better watch you're back)

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landonorris everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days 🤷‍♂️

↳ landonorris I should not have to witness you two being gross and clingy by myself

↳user NOT THE HANNAH MONTANA LYRICS

↳user honestly landos story was a public service act

masonmount love you my flower 🤍💐

↳ masonmount but let's be real you don't need me as a good luck charm

↳ user stop he's cute and supportive and calls her flower. I need to lie down

↳ user is it a reference to the summer break post?

sebastianvettel congratulations you two from the whole family !!!

↳ y/n.username thank you 🤍

↳ user omg seb is such a dad

↳ user stop they're interactions are always so wholesome

charles_leclerc so this means no more googly eyes at each other across the paddock right?

↳ danielricciardo I don't think that's gonna happen mate

↳ user so basically everyone on the grid knew

↳ user the way they're all complaining about how in love y/n and mason are...my heart is hurting

masonmount

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masonmount my girlfriend is in fact hotter than you

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y/n.username please delete immediately

↳ y/n.unsername I have never worn a man utd shirt. this is defamation. villa for life.

↳ masonmount you're too cute

↳ y/n.username hehe love you 💕

benchilwell so happy for you (please stop making out in front of me it's traumatising)

user can they let us live pls I can't handle all of these cute ass posts

↳ user some of us are too single for this

↳ user I need to go lie down on a highway

[lurking-latinist]

How to Suck Less at Summaries

Probably almost anyone who's ever posted a fic to ao3 or a platform with a similar interface has been hit by that moment of panic, breaking in on the euphoria of having finished and polished a fic--"what do I put for the summary?!"

So much so, that "I suck at summaries" in the summary box has become something of a cliche. It's very understandable! You've already put all that work into writing the fic itself, and now you have to write ANOTHER thing with its own set of conventions and expectations? No way!

And I want to start by saying that that's absolutely fine. Fic writing is your hobby, your creative endeavor; you're not obligated to do anything in it that you don't want to. You can leave the summary box completely blank--ao3 will let you--and there's no reason you shouldn't, if that's what you want to do! If you're happy with your summaries, please don't change them. There's no wrong way to do summaries. This is your invitation to ignore the entire rest of this post!

However. My impression is that an awful lot of people aren't happy with their summaries. They would like to have summaries that catch a reader's attention, that fit common patterns, or that give a good representation of the fic; they're just not sure how to accomplish that, or what readers might be expecting. And the good news is that writing various styles of summaries, like other kinds of writing, is a skill you can improve--and that there are some tips and tricks that can help you write the kinds of summaries you may want to write more quickly.

How do I know? Well, on top of having read I don't know how many fics, I've published 200 of my own, with all different kinds of summaries. (In fact, writing this post is my treat to myself to celebrate publishing 200 fics!) So I have a lot of trial and error experience to draw on. I'll be using my own summaries as examples (plus some hypothetical examples), because I don't want to be nitpicking anyone else's!

I'm going to throw in a cut now because this is gonna get long.

What do you want to accomplish with your summary?

That's the first question you might want to ask yourself. And the answer really is up to you! The name "summary" suggests it's supposed to be a sort of short version of your story. That's one option. But summaries are often used to accomplish various other things, too: some of my favorite summaries don't really tell you anything about the plot of the fic, but instead give you a glimpse of the writer's style or lure you in with a question. It can also fill organizational purposes like commemorating the reason the fic was written (although author notes can also be effective for things like this).

Most fundamentally, I tend to think of the summary box as a place to manage your readers' expectations. I want them to have some sense of what the fic they're about to read might be like, and I want to present that in a way that highlights why it might be appealing to them. Of course, what I write won't be appealing to every reader--and an effective summary, plus accurate tags and ratings of course, allows a reader who won't enjoy what I have to offer to quickly keep scrolling and find something that fits their tastes better. But the way I think of them, summaries are really mainly for readers who will enjoy my fic if they decide to open it. A summary for a fic is like a pretty package for a gift: the gift is great in itself, and the nice gift-wrap makes it more eye-catching and more fun to open!

Sidebar: This "managing expectations" thing is, I think, the reason why authors sometimes add notes in the summary like "I'm sorry if this sucks" or "this is my first fic, it's probably terrible." I completely understand where this comes from--you don't want to make your readers expect some kind of genius literature and then only have something to give them that you yourself are still insecure about! But I really do think they're generally counterproductive. On the one hand, that kind of negative self-talk will tend to undermine your own confidence and make you more insecure about your writing, not less; on the other hand, they can subconsciously prime your readers to notice weaknesses and issues that they might otherwise not even have paid attention to! That doesn't mean you have to pretend you think your writing is perfect; very few of us do think what we post on fic archives is perfect. There's nothing wrong, even, with a note like "this is my first fic" or "this one is a bit experimental, I'm not sure how I feel about it" or "this wasn't written in my first language" or even "this is an old fic and I don't think it represents my best work anymore", although I tend to put that kind of commentary on craft in the author's notes rather than the summary, but that's just me; there's no rule. As an example, when I recently published my first fic in the Hornblower fandom, which has a historical setting I wasn't previously very familiar with, I thanked my beta for helping me avoid "historical howlers" and added "any remaining are my own responsibility." That made me feel better about potential mistakes in research by showing that I was aware I might have made some. I put this in an author's note at the end of the story. But, for the sake of you as a writer as well as me as a reader, I'm asking you--please don't start out our reader/writer relationship by telling me it's terrible! Give yourself a chance to shine. Even if there's a lot you're insecure about in your fic, there's something you love--maybe it's the premise, the ship, even one particular line--that makes you want to share it with the world. Use the summary to highlight that. As your reader, that's what I want to know about!

Anyway, now that you've decided what you want your summary to accomplish, there are a couple of very easy ways to fill the summary box that you might want to consider--if they make sense for your fic.

Just quote the prompt

When I write prompt-fic, often very short, I frequently just quote the prompt itself as the summary. An example would be my 3 Sentence Ficathon fic archived on ao3. Since the challenge in this event is to write a complete fic in only three sentences, a summary wouldn't be much shorter than the fic itself! So I just do summaries like

For reeby10's prompt: "Doctor Who, Clara/Twelve, unforgettable."

(Gaps)

This can work outside of prompt memes, too. If you're doing a monthly challenge, for instance, something like

Flufftember day 21, 'breakfast in bed'

might tell your readers all they need to know to be interested in your story and know what to expect.

Set the context

For some fic, the most important thing you want your readers to know going in is something about the fic's context. For instance, with drabbles I sometimes use the summary as a place to sneak in information about setting/what's supposed to be happening that I didn't have room for in the drabble itself. For Susan's Twist, a 100-word drabble, I set the scene in the summary:

Susan is grooving to the latest chart-topper of 1963. But for some reason, the song makes her grandfather uncomfortable.

which meant I didn't have to use any of my 100 words explaining "Susan was listening to the radio, when..." Since Susan's Twist was inspired by someone else's Tumblr post, I could also just have referenced that post in the summary. But in this case, I chose to phrase the premise in my own words in the summary, and cite the Tumblr post in the author's notes (I also tagged the OP when I shared the fic on Tumblr).

Flower Children is an example of a drabble with a not particularly effective summary where I could have used this strategy quite effectively. The summary is just

Neither of them wants to fight.

which is all right, but which doesn't do much to set up the (admittedly cracky) Eighth Doctor/Dalek Oswin pairing that motivates the fic. But then, I've always felt like I didn't have quite as much of an idea as I'd like about what the context for this fic is supposed to be. Maybe I'll write more about them sometime.

Setting the context can also be useful for summaries of AUs. Very often, what draws people into AUs is the AU concept itself.

For instance, the premise of my story te quaerens, Ariadna is that the events of the audio Zagreus go differently and the Doctor remains possessed by/transformed into Zagreus. So that's what I said in the summary:

The Doctor is still Zagreus, but he and Charley find ways to keep going.

In this case, the summary is accomplishing more than one thing; it explains the concept, but it also indicates a bit of the story's tone--it's fairly optimistic given its premise, and it's more about how their relationship evolves than any particular plotty event.

With setting change AUs--especially in familiar AU settings, like a coffeeshop, high school, or fantasy monarchy--often what readers will most want to know is what roles the characters are filling; in other words, how the translation from canon to AU has been made. For instance, my story Warmth is already tagged as a coffeeshop AU with the Fifth Doctor, Nyssa, Tegan, and Adric, so the summary indicates that it's told from the perspective of Tegan as a new employee:

Unexpectedly stranded in London and looking for work, Tegan finds a place where she just might fit in.

If she had been a longtime employee or a customer, that would have changed the story's dynamics, and I would have wanted the summary to reflect that instead. I could have also added that the Doctor is the shop's manager and Nyssa and Adric are the existing employees, but I decided to let the story itself reveal that in this case.

With someone's planted a bath bomb in the matrix, which is a retail AU inspired by an incorrect quotes tumblr post, I just stuck the whole tumblr post in the summary box:

Romana: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese… this happens way more frequently than you think. Leela: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen. Narvin: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese? Brax: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese? ~incorrectgallifreyquotes.tumblr.com

I might do that a bit differently now--maybe more the way I handled Susan's Twist--maybe something like this in the summary:

An uptight employee and a too-suave customer are making Romana's job managing a bath store way too stressful. Thank goodness--probably--that her best friend works for mall security.

And then I'd have put the tumblr post that inspired it in author's notes.

Thing is, though, that reflects my taste and what I think is effective now, but it doesn't mean I did it wrong the first time. People read and enjoyed the story, and it was fine!

Also I just showed this post to Moki and she said she thinks the first one's more intriguing. So that just goes to show, it's really a matter of taste.

This strategy is also useful for missing scenes and things like that. Something as simple as

While waiting for Z to return from the rendezvous, X and Y have a conversation.

can draw in readers very effectively, especially if X and Y's conversation was kind of obviously a gap in the story that they might already be curious about.

Use a quote

A surprisingly effective and straightforward way to create a summary is just to use a quote from the fic. I've seen tons of great summaries like this that hook me in immediately. I struggle with using it myself, because I want the line I quote to be powerful/impactful/intriguing and give some sense of what the plot is like and make sense out of context, and I don't often seem to be able to find lines like that in my own work. But I did for The Moon by Night:

It could not have been more than a day that we clung to the hull of that station full of troopers.

Since this is a space AU for a historical fiction novel, this line gives some sense of how the events of the story have been translated into space, and also shows the voice I'm writing in (I tried to follow the style of the original, which is first-person, which is unusual for me). If you can find a line like that in your work, it can be a great summary. You can even just put the first couple of lines of the fic, especially if you've already worked to make them an effective hook!

You can also use a quote from another source. Was there a line or moment from canon that inspired the fic? A poem or song that fits its mood? You can use the summary as a sort of epigraph. (I often use author's notes for this as well.) If your readers vibe with the quote that inspired the story, they're likely to vibe with the story as well.

I did something like this with Absent thee from felicity awhile. The title is a quote from Shakespeare's Hamlet, and all I put in the summary box was another quote from a couple of lines later:

…to tell my story.

This is so short and contextless, though, that I'm not sure how effective it was. It maybe only works if you recognize the specific Hamlet scene that it's taken from and have thought about that scene in the context of a specific episode of Hornblower. (I promise that, if you do, it's heartbreakingly ironic!) This could have been a good opportunity for me to do a double summary (see below), especially since the story is epistolary and I could've established its context. Although I did kind of like revealing who was reading the letter and when slowly over the course of the story.

Okay, but I do want to explain the plot

Right, so we've established that effective summaries don't have to be in that "back of the book blurb" format. But sometimes you want them to be. Sometimes the thing you're most excited about is the story's plot or events, and you want to communicate that to the reader. But you already wrote the story in order to communicate the plot to the reader; how do you condense it into a sentence or two? Here are some tips that may help.

Are you using familiar tropes? If so, just mentioning them will likely tell your reader not only what the plot is, but that (if they like that trope) they're likely to enjoy it. For instance:

A and B are trapped in a snow cave/ice planet/walk-in freezer and must huddle for warmth.

That particular one will also explain a bit about the setting, if you want.

Relationship status/development is also something that many readers want to know, whether it's a romantic or a gen relationship (e.g. characters becoming friends or realizing they see each other as family). For instance, if A and B admit their romantic feelings for the first time in that huddling for warmth story, you might add:

They get a lot closer than either of them expects...

I rather like ellipses at the end of a summary; I think they imply, sort of, "read the fic to find out the rest." I sometimes use them to soften a summary that feels a bit abrupt. I feel like this might be just me, though? So if you don't like ellipses, nothing wrong with ending that same summary with a period.

If you have a fic where the entire content is some emotional development between characters, the entire summary can easily be that too!

I don't really write smut so I don't have good advice for summarizing it, but I get the feeling this might be a relevant strategy for it?

What changes in the story? This could be a change in characters' attitudes towards each other, in the information they have, in their physical situation, or anything else. A story doesn't have to be about one single major change, but there's almost always at least one. (Or a change fails to happen, but in an interesting way: "five times Lois Lane didn't realize Clark was Superman" would be a perfectly intriguing summary!)

What demands are made of the characters? Many stories involve a character overcoming some kind of challenge or meeting some kind of test. A summary can indicate what that challenge is--and you don't have to indicate whether or how the characters meet it! This can contribute to a feeling of suspense, so that the reader feels they need to read the story to find out how the characters react. For instance, I summarized my story Journey as:

The Doctor and Ace need to stop a dimensional leakage to put a life-sucking entity back where it belongs. But to do so, they'll each need to protect the other in their own way.

What are their own ways? Do they succeed? The reader can probably guess that they do--but how? Their attention is caught, and they'll have to read to find out!

Some notes on format and style

Summary style is as personal as the rest of your writing style, so this is only intended as a mention of a couple of trends I've noticed.

Sometimes summaries are 'in-universe'--i.e. they describe the characters and what they do, without reference to the existence of the fic itself as a textual entity--and sometimes, like the "five times" example I gave above, they refer to the fic's format, characteristics, relationship to canon, etc. in direct terms. (For instance, the example I gave for a missing scene was 'in-universe,' but I could just as well have said "While waiting for Z to return during Episode 3..."). Either of these approaches are fine, although I personally tend to incline more towards the in-universe style unless I have a particular reason to use the other, such as in Differences of Opinion, which took a lot of metatextual explaining:

When I read enough easily-crossed-over stories, such as for instance the Age of Sail books that I have been reading lately and also spaceship stories inspired thereby, what inevitably happens is I end up with a nebulous meta crossover setting where they can all hang out outside of their respective canons. Here's one conversation from that setting.

I keep wondering if something more terse might have been more effective, and I could have put all that in the author's notes. But I really think that for anyone who would enjoy this fic, the metatextual complication is a big part of the appeal. So I put it in the summary.

It's pretty standard to write in-universe-style summaries in the present tense, even if the fic is in the past tense. "The characters do this and that," not "the characters did this and that." You don't have to, but it's what your reader is most likely to be expecting.

It seems to be quite common to have a double summary: one that maybe reflects the style and tone of the fic, and another, more matter-of-fact one that explains the plot. They're frequently joined by "or." I don't typically use it--maybe because I rarely have the problem of having too much summary--but if you do, this could be a great solution.

Spellcheck and proofread your summary extra. Whatever strategies you normally use to make sure the words in your story are the words you actually meant to write, it's a good idea to turn those strategies on the summary with special intensity. After all, this is your first impression on your reader, so you probably want to look as polished as possible!

These are just a few things I've noticed that I tend to think about when staring at that blinking cursor in the summary box. I hope they may help you, too, to feel like you have something to say in that moment!

[doomed-silly]

Gonna be controversial real quick

Mikan Tsumiki is not as bad as the fandom makes her out to be and im tired of pretending she is

(Photo is meant to be silly I promise lmao)

Before I get interrogated or dismissed I'm talking more potential than anything but also the base character and how she was set up and what she could've been

My biggest problem is when people just go "she's just a fan service character!!!!!!" First off... ok she is the main fan service victim... you're not wrong... but I also think reducing her to just that is really reductive

First off I wanna talk about her design. I've seen a LOT of hate towards her design and it's not perfect but also I don't think its bad I'd argue it's a bit above average actually

Can't remember who said it and also it was a while ago but during a redesign they said she'd keep her hair up and away so she's not reminded of her trauma through bullying (Bullies cut her hair hence the uneven hair cuts), and personally I think that's a huge misread of her character. (If anyone knows who I'm referencing this is not shade or hate just the example I think is easiest to use for my character analysis!)

Mikan is an extreme case of a fawning abuse victim. She's been HEAVILY abused like to the point if she was a real person I'd actively go into shock hearing about it. I should also say though I don't think she's fawning in the traditional sense more so in the sense she can not stand to be ignored. Any attention is better than none. During her breakdown in trial 3 she's actively begging for forgiveness and in her panic talk action says "please draw on me" which just shows (to me at least) that shes willing to under go harassment and basically mental torture to keep people from disregarding her. I do think part of it though is traditional fawning.

Anyways that's all to say I don't think a character who has gone through so much and is such a people pleaser to the degree she's actively ASKING people to torment her would go through the trouble of hiding the results of it. Bandages could be a counter point though I'd count that as more of a health issue (probably cigarette burns or something she would give medical attention to since we do know she would treat herself which is how she became so good at nurse work). Out of anything I think Mikan has become almost oblivious to how awful the things she's gone through are since she can actively talk about it in a pretty casual way which is pretty standard for a lot of trauma Survivors although mikan is an extreme case. Which is to say i think she'd look at her burns, chopped hair, etc and kind of just see it like we'd see our closet and not really derive any pain from it (my personal take I do have other ideas but this is long and I can't write a thesis omg)

I don't have enough knowledge on nursing dress code in Japan to comment on her actual clothes though. In the states scrubs are common place but I know different countries have different standards.

A lot of redesigns I've seen also take great lengths to cover up any sort of skin mikan shows which 1. Yikes purity culture and 2. Showing skin is not inherently sexual. I mean. Danganronpa team are freaks for all the CG's they did of her and I get it makes sense for her character but they could've done something way more appropriate since the characters have the minds of when they were teens and it's all weird. (And when I say it makes sense for her character yeah she wants attention and whatever but they did not have to make it THAT. Have her like fall in a mop bucket or something that's embarrassing she's an SA victim too omfg)

Anyways moving on from her design I think dumbing her down to fanservice is also missing what she had the opportunity to be. Because on the face of it sure she went through trauma and is now a meek paranoid timid girl which is a weird trope men like, BUT it doesn't end there because she starts showing a different side to her trauma that I feel like a lot of trauma representation doesn't get to into which is the cycle of abuse. She actively started being a nurse because she wanted to have people rely on her and be weaker than her. She's fawning but underneath it all she wants in a way revenge.

I also think that her arc in trial 3 was an actually really good pitch too. Mikan gaining her memories back and remembering junko remnants blah blah puts the final piece of the puzzle down. Mikan goes from being a door mat and meek and timid with an underlying want to be in control and be the person people have to rely on and to have power over these people, to starting to get more comfortable and sociable, before she's hit by the motive and completely nose dives into her worst self who's exploitative, cruel, and obsessive.

I think she's also the best candidate for the plot point they were revealing (one for what im talking about this paragraph and also just cause it shows how insane their memories must be to turn mikan into her despaie self) because mikan doesn't care about despair to her it's all about love. She finally found someone who "loves her unconditionally" and accepts her and all her flaws etc which we know isn't true based on DR3 but in her brainwashed state it is true. She's hit her lowest point where she's completely succumbed to the abuse and taken it as love and doesn't just have the subconscious want to be in control but is actively feeding that desire (from the small clip we see of her remnant self vs seiko)

Now this isn't to say all of this is explored perfectly or written well enough to give mikan the "good character" badge. I love danganronpa, but i think it kinda writes itself into a corner with having such a large cast. Some characters just don't get the time they should. My take is mostly based on what I see the creators were trying to do with her. That's also why I say she's not just a fan service character because when I look at her in the game I see the building blocks they just didn't finish the project. I think if they really fleshed out the character regression it'd be genuinely really good. I mean danganronpa is not a masterpiece by any means so it's also like would kodaka/team danganronpa be able to write that? Who knows! I also saw what they were trying to do though

Mikan is also id say? Arguably one of the most controversial characters? Which I'm not invalidating she's my favorite danganronpa character but I also play the game and im like.... ok was that necessary. I also just get annoyed at people disregarding her character and calling her just fan service. Which ironically is what creators do with fan service characters lol (I'm also not gonna say anyone's wrong for being uncomfortable with the fanservice they wrote her into tho it makes me uncomfortable)

I think mikan is a really interesting character not as she's shown in game but as a character stufy of trauma which I think is why I'm so drawn to her and all that

Also her execution is ass and I hate it

Toodles!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 51

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, pegging, Lloyd being the worst, post partum, csection, suicidial ideation, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Trapped in another holding pattern. That's all that life seems to be. Phases. Dull and prolonged. Waiting but for what?

Your days aren't much different than before Lloyd's return. He may as well have stayed gone. For you, he's not there. He's nothing. He doesn't deserve to be anything to you.

Your routine once more stagnates; sleep and feedings and some crying. Between it all, you see Harlan or Dottie, sometimes both. Your mother-in-law has grown quiet, even evasive, since her son came back. You know why but you won't argue with her or her precious Marion.

You get your walks in, looking forward to the escape from the suffocating walls. Andy passes you often, waving or saying hi. He doesn't try to talk again, not with your father around. They barely acknowledge each other. You ignore his texts. You're still trying to figure it all out.

When you're at home, Harlan holds Luna as you catch up on your reality TV. You whisper back and forth about your most hated personalities. It can never be what it once was, or what you wished it could be, but it's manageable.

That day, Harlan and Dottie go into town to do some shopping. You haven't seen Lloyd but you don't mourn his absence. Not like before.

You have Luna downstairs in her rolling bassinet. She's fully fed and sleepy. You might do some cooking. You're finally feeling up to it.

You shiver and watch your daughter dozing peacefully. Why is it so cold in here? You hug yourself and notice the draft freezing in from the kitchen. You find one of the french doors slightly open and push it shut. You can guess who did it. You should lock him out but you'd rather not provoke a confrontation.

You go back to the front room. Something feels off. You don't know. Maybe it's just the empty house. You check the thermostat then the bassinet. Luna is tucked against the side. She must feel it too.

You make sure the wheels are locked before you flit out to grab a quilt from the nursery. You pant as you get to the top of the stairs. Whew, you still got work to do before you're anywhere close to back to normal.

You snatch the sewn pink blanket and come back down, catching your breath as you sweep through the doorway.

“Lulu,” you say quietly, “gonna swaddle you up–”

You notice the angle of the bassinet. It's not how you left it, almost parallel to the sofa instead. You rush over and nearly scream as the bottom stares back at you empty.

You drop the quilt and spin, searching for any sign of the culprit. You storm back into the foyer and stomp a foot.

“Lloyd!” You bellow, not caring if you wake the babe, “where the fuck are you? Give me my baby!”

Nothing. Just the echo of your anger. You snarl and holler again. Louder.

“LLOYD! I'M NOT FUCKING AROUND!”

You stride forward and go down the hall. Not in the kitchen. Nope, not in the dining room either. You go through the first floor, yelling, then ascend the stairs again. There's no way he could've snuck her up there.

“You motherfucker. Lloyd!” You stop at the top, “it's not fucking funny.”

“Jesus Christ!” You hear a door swing open, then another as he comes out of his bedroom, “what is it now? Wanna call me more names? Push me around?”

He has a towel clutched around his waist as his feet slap on the floor. He glistens, his hair slick and dripping the noise of the shower still buzzing. You gulp and your heart drops.

“Lloyd, give her back.”

“What?”

“Don't. Give me Luna.”

“Luna–” he grimaces, “what the fuck? You serious? You won't let me see her and now– wait, where is she?”

You stand silent in horror. He's a loar to the bone but dammit, he's convincing.

“You took her. I know… I went to get her a blanket and you…”

“I've been in the shower for twenty minutes, sweetheart,” he sneers, “I… she's… gone?”

You croak. It's all you can do. You spin and hurtle back downstairs. You near the bassinet again and squeal. Gripping the sides as panic floods your chest.

“She's gone! Lloyd! My baby! Where is she?!”

You hear him come downstairs and his footsteps rush across the floor, searching everywhere you did. He appears from the kitchen, barely hanging onto his towel. You look at him as he stares at you palely.

“The back door was unlocked.”

“I know, I thought you were out there–”

“Peaches,” he utters as his eyes dilate, “call the police.”

🍑

You're still sobbing as the red and blue flash on the other side of the window. You told the story a dozen times over. It's 2am and you haven't seen Luna in thirteen hours. You feel her absence heavy in your chest.

Your baby. You failed her. She's gone and it's all your fault.

Why didn't you just take her upstairs? Why did you want to cook? Why weren't you watching her? Why didn't you lock the goddamn door?

“Honey,” Harlan clinks down a mug and his weight dips beside you on the couch, “they'll find her. She can't have gone far.”

“No, no, no,” you bawl, head throbbing, “someone took her. Someone– it's all my fault–”

“Shhh, shhh, it's alright. It'll be alright. She got everyone lookin’, they'll find her.”

“I fucked up!” You fold over your lap, “I was selfish--c-c-carlessssss.”

He hushes you again and rubs your back. You can hear the police milling around outside, a few inside still investigating every nook and cranny.

“Ma'am,” an officer approaches, “we're doing what we can but these things can take a while. You know, we got a few volunteers from the neighborhood too and some statements–”

“I don't care! I want my daughter back,” you snap.

“Sorry, officer, she's just…scared,” Harlan slings his arm over your shoulders.

“Understood,” the officer says, “we're doing all we can.”

You sniffle and bury your face in your palms. This can't be real. It is and it's all on you. You wished so many times that Luna would just go away, you didn't want her, you remember that, and now that wish came true. You are a monster.

“Breathe,” Harlan coos as your breath turns shallow and suffocating, “honey, please, you needa–”

“Let me look!” You sit up, so dizzy you nearly keel over, “I wanna look for her.”

“Dear, you already did. You needa rest.”

“No, no!” You shove him away and stand, slippers slapping as you stomp around the couch, “she's my baby, I can find her! I know I will.”

“You won't help. Lloyd's already out there–” Harlan calls after you as he follows.

You hurry through the entryway and burst out the front door. You hear your father swearing as he scrambles for his shoes. The snow crunches under your thin soles as you jog past the cruisers and the uniformed figures.

You turn down the street without a thought. The streetlights flash over you, yellow, then darkness, yellow, dark…. You don't know where you're going. Maybe you want to disappear too.

You hear Harlan calling your name but he's getting further away, not closer. You slow down and cough, lungs burning. You lean on a fence post and bend to collect yourself.

“What are you doing out here?” A drawl brings you straight up.

You squint. You think it's Lloyd at first, you haven't seen him since the police got there. Andy steps into the soft hue of the lightpole.

“I… what are you doing?” You throw the question back at Andy.

“I'm a volunteer firefighter. Heard there was a missing baby so I've been helping. I'm sorry to hear about Luna. I don't know who would do this.”

You shake your head and snivel, “I don't know.”

“I know what it's like to lose a child but… I think… she's out there. It'll be okay. You'll see her again, I know it.”

“I hope,” your voice cracks and wipes your eyes as your grief spills anew, “I should go back.”

He says nothing. You back away and turn, dragging your feet down the pavement. You see the sirens lit up and the distant beans of flashlights. Suddenly, you're caught around the neck, a hand smothering your mouth.

“Do you wanna see her?” Andy whispers as you kick out, “Luna needs her mommy…” he wrestles you out of the cone of light and behind the fence, “so do I.”

You thrash, clawing at his sleeve. Your slippers fly off in your struggle as he squeezes tighter. No, it can't be him.

You were wrong. Again.

[trynafindbarbiee]

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH NOW

I didn't thought I would do it, because it's only gonna waste my time and energy but y'all are getting out of your boundaries now.

None of this matters to me at all. I'm not obligated to prove myself; it's ultimately futile in my opinion. Although I've proven myself two or maybe three times already, I'm living my life peacefully, so why should these miserable people matter to me? I won't even remember after a while nor your pathetic opinions about me 💀!!

No matter what I say, there will always be doubters, and there will always be those who believe. It's not my job to convince people of my experiences or beliefs, and I don't have to prove myself to anyone. I'm living my life peacefully, and I don't need external validation from anyone. I'm grateful for my experiences, and I don't need anyone else's approval to know they're real.

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Why are you charging money when u have manifested trillions of dollars in the void :

I could manifest endless money into the void, but that's not the case. Even after entering the void, we still have jobs, we eat, we sleep, we live normal lives like ordinary people. There's a renowned blogger on Tumblr (I won't name her) who has also entered the void yet continues to work. Helping people through my abilities is my choice and I like it and so I seek compensation for it.

Even after entering the void and manifesting various things, you will still desire activities that bring you joy. You will starting to want to live a normal life. Eventually, you will become accustomed to manifesting everything instantly from the void, and it will cease to excite you.

If I really wanted to scam, I could have charged $500 or so, but I didnt, and still being called out as a "scammer"? $12 ain't gonna make me rich.

While there have been scammers within the community, it does not follow that every person offering a paid (and reasonably priced) service is a scammer.

You can't manifest for others :

How dumb of you all to say this.

"everything is possible"

Proceeds with "you can't manifest for others, stop lying"

Ultimately, it boils down to one's assumptions. If you believe it's a scam and that it won't work for you, then that will likely be the outcome. Is that not so? Now, do I gotta explain all the fundamentals to you all?

IT IS POSSIBLE TO MANIFEST FOR OTHERS (speaking from my own experience), and if you think otherwise, you simply have a limited mindset.

"It will only happen in your reality, not theirs." Not everyone believes in the existence of infinite realities, and it's okay to have different beliefs. However, if you do believe they exist, then this is what the truth would be, FOR YOU.

You are a male/boy, because your payment account is having a name of a boy :

I'm astounded by the sheer ignorance and absurdity in some individuals questioning someone's gender based on the name on the name of the payment account.

Are you all seriously assuming I'm male just because the account name is masculine? Common sense seems to be lacking here. I'm using my cousin's account. Is there a problem with that? I am merely utilizing my cousin's account. Please refrain from making such baseless assumptions.

She shows you her writings as proof and the photo she says as proof is her necklace and phone photo :

If you choose not to believe them, then so be it. What do you want me to do? To me, they are sufficient as "proof." If they are not for you, then fine, I won't put myself in a situation where my privacy would be breached just for the sake of "PROVING" to you that I really entered the void.

First, you all desperately demand proof, but when someone provides it, you claim it's fake. Nevermind, be stuck in this cycle:)

Why on earth do people persist with these baseless assumptions and relentless demands for validation? It's utterly draining and disheartening. If my evidence isn't enough, there's absolutely nothing I can do. What else do they expect? It's not my responsibility to prove my authenticity to anyone.

Read this ask

Reading that you should have realised that nothing can ever be enough for you all as proof.

And if you don't believe in those then why are you even in this community? What is making you believe those writings of others saying, you can have your dream life in a day, are true?

"trynafindbarbiee you don't have to deal with these manifest things, you can enter the void instantly anyway, why don't you live your life instead of wasting your time here?". - shouldn't it apply to all bloggers now? 💀

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Anyone who's charging for their services isn't a scammer always. Accusations of such reflect a limited mindset. It is indeed possible to manifest for others, and some individuals in this community have successfully done so.

The community has become more cautious about distinguishing fraudulent offers from authentic ones. I find it absolutely hilarious that you all label such offers as a scam, as if $12 could somehow make a person rich overnight. It's honestly quite amusing!

Now, one bad comment about me = BLOCKED !! I don't have time to waste on limited minded peoples, who not knowing a thing about me, proceeds to call me a scammer.

So, now, stop with your pointless assumption about me. And do better + get a life <3

And THANKYOU to everyone who are still with me and refusing to believe the nonsense going about me on here. I may not reply to your postive asks but know that I love you all !! 🤝🏻💞

[mrspark7777777]

Didn't Jimin told he don't even remember the last time he had a crush ? Doesn't that mean he not even have a crush to write about love let alone a relationship. So why we are saying Jikook are couple when Jimin is saying he doesnt know the feeling of love and wish to find a gf in future ?

Once upon a time my friends and I got so mad about the haters that we created a discord and called it Minggukie revolution. Its still there... still exists. But now we mostly just report and talk about Jikook. U know why? Because y'all just ain't worth the trouble anymore. I agree with those who are always saying not to give y'all a voice... a platform to do this shit over and over and over.

Especially with things that involve common fucking sense.

Jimin saying he doesn't know the feeling of love and wish to find a girlfriend in the future?

Is that... is that what he said? Oh. Right. That's what you heard. Right. Right. Of course. 🙄

I have my asks off on my main because I know I can't help myself and always have to reply to you shits but I'm gonna need to be stronger and all other jikook accounts need to be stronger too. We need to start ignoring u assholes and just enjoy Jikook in peace.

I have had to delete some other asks on the same and its ridiculous. I will genuinely answer you before I go though. There's an anon who came to my ask box laughing that we were clowned by Jimin after saying him and Jikook have been a couple for 84 years. Like bro, think!

Jikook have been together for a long ass time. Which means Jimin was crushing probably before we even started getting footage of BTS. That's more than 10 years. So yes, it makes sense that he would say that he doesn't even remember the last time he had a crush!

Coz he crushed, fell in love and is now dating the love of his life. His crushing days were ages ago. I definitely don't remember my first crush. I don't remember how i was feeling those early days with my husband but that don't mean I love him any less or that we are not together.

Do you people even try to think? You're exhausting, truly. Doing my best to ignore you from now on.