#THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK JAK

[jor-contact-center-and-more]

*kisses Jak on the cheek*

Jakkon: "What the FUCK? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

*He flips you off as you run away*

[aces-to-apples]

No bells just whistles with 1

For this ask meme

"no bells, just whistles" (huh, not the fic i expected to get any asks about lol)

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Ahhhhhh, this fic. I had a lot of fun with this fic, trying to find a serviceable Jak voice when we don't exactly get him doing a lot of expository dialogue, and also I had a lot of feelings that led to it. I love Jak and Daxter so much, the games and also the guys, and their relationship and all its little layers is so fascinating to me. Some Doylist (and meta) descriptions of them and also Jak in general kind of drive me up the wall because it seems like the writers/developers wanted Jak to be this hardened, badass, grimdark jerk who's constantly on the edge of flying off the handle, including at Daxter, and I legit just don't get that from the actual games. I get a lot of warmth and heart between Jak and Dax, and again Jak in general, and so when I mindlessly replay the games I tend to do a lot of musing about relationship stuff we don't see in the game because of time constraints but also sorta get implied through character development (and also cut content). And I've just always really enjoyed Jinx and found it funny how similar he and Daxter are—despite the travesty of having neither Jak nor Daxter actually interact with him (and Grim and Mog) in the sewers—to the point where I genuinely decided that I think Jak would feel a certain level of comfort with Jinx's nonsense purely because he's so used to Daxter's nonsense.

Which of course leads to a bit of introspection in the ficlet itself about how basically nobody besides Daxter treats Jak like just a normal dude, and Keira and Samos are outright disturbed by the changes he's undergone, so it must be a breath of fresh air to meet a dude compulsively incapable of being normal to Jak but in just an annoying Daxter-ish way. And of course I love a dumb ship and it drives me absolutely crazy just how incredibly gay Jinx's little nicknames for Jak were. Like I get that this was like 2002 and the culture was different and all but come on.

In a 15-minute mission Jinx derisively calls him "pretty boy", sassily calls him "sugar" (pronounced suga'), randomly brings up his hair, calls him "blue boy" because he apparently didn't want to say pretty twice in a row, says the words "You're pretty handy with that iron, blondie" in cold blood completely unprompted, says he's "got the magic, man" after Jak saves his life for the dozenth time, admiringly says "nice moves", again completely unprompted snickers "sweet as a ballerina" while Jak is jumping because he is abnormal and unwell, tries to encourage Jak by yelling "knock 'em silly, Jak", yet again calls him Pretty Boy and then also "tough guy" if Jak wonders away from the group, commits a third Pretty Boy Crime™ if you smack into him a couple times, and caps it all off with a smarmy little "buddy" at the end of the mission. He drives me insane. I'm sure the reason for all of *gestures* that is because they just let Cutter Garcia let loose and have fun in the booth but what they ended up with is a 30something-year-old man who is down horrendously for an obnoxious, over-powered teenager and simply unable to be normal about it. I love it, 10/10, no notes.

ANYWAY, I wrote it like that because I'm obsessed with Jak and Daxter (and also Jinx) in a way that is mildly concerning to feminism, thank you for asking.

[exile-on-uwustreet]

(this is one-trash-alek i just can't switch from my main blog 😞)

How was YOUR weekend and also if you don't like things that are too sweet what are your favourite sweets? 🤔

Hi!!

My weekend is great! I cleaned my whole flat and have been writing a lot and watching anime. What else do you need

Honestly my favourite sweet thing is liquorice... But I love sweet things in general, I could eat sweets all day, just not too sweet.

[antlers-and-omens]

[THE SUN] - What makes them feel good? This can be happy, energized, revitalized, etc. It's all about good vibes, so what gives them to your muse?

The Major Arcana asks!

The tawny haired lion-man stretches in his seat - a contented groan lingering in his throat as burly arms slowly lift overhead, strain and shake for a moment, and lower with a puff of a relaxed sigh to the back of his head where fingers interlock, "What makes me feel good?" A pale brow arches, as pools of molten gold openly rake over the form of the figure before him, "Why don't you come over here and find out? Might find a few things that make you feel good, too." Fangs bare in a hearty laugh as a hand lifts to cut through the air - almost as if to wave off the comment - and settles back before them to pop up three fingers, "Most of what makes me feel good falls under the three main categories: feast, fuck, or fight." There's a deep-throated chuckle, and a shrug of thick shoulders, "Though who doesn't love a lazy day as well? Lying in the sun at the beach, or lounging in front of a fire on a bearskin rug may not necessarily fall under those categories... but I'm sure I could find a way to make them fit." Both hands come out, palms up, this time - as if to say 'I can't help it' about this last innuendo... the mask becomes the man, eventually, after all; the more people laugh, or think about the physicality of him... the less they focus on the man, himself.

((OOC under the cut! I wrote all that first, and A'vaanoh couldn't stop making dirty jokes in my head so I had to let him get it out.))

A'vaanoh is ALL about feeling good, and seeking the next thing to make him feel good, really - and making sure others around him are enjoying themselves too! I don't know if that's borne of having spent so long as a 'performer' in the arena, if that's inherent, or stems from the more selfish desire of not wanting his good time to be rained on... or some combination of all of the above ( - sprinkle in some 'I don't want to think about the unending demonic hunger gnawing at me' too)?

As for the 'what'... gosh, so many things! He's indulgent! Hanging out at the beach; a home-made meal; an evening spent indulging in gambling, drinking, and sex with whatever pretty face ends up finding him before the night is over; bounty-hunting; perusing the markets of Ul'dah; a fresh, crisp snow in Coerthas; a well-made drink before a crackling fire on a cool day; a thorough workout; making sure that the people around him have fun/feel good; winning a court case; working on/making progress on a book he's writing; and with what little RP I've had yet, it seems it's surprising to people that he genuinely cares about the chocobos he funds/breeds for the races at the Saucer (and the jockeys who ride them, though he's actually more interested in the science behind the chocobos and breeding an excellent racing bird - there's a lot of satisfaction surrounding all that for him, and he's always looking to learn more... though he's not the one mucking out stalls and doing the hard labor, ha!).

He likes to have a good time, and is generally inclined to be sure that those around him are having a good time, as well - some of that Bacchus energy, I guess! He likes to drink, have a good time (in many senses of the notion), and enjoys a good brawl!

[targentis]

❌What WIP do you find the most challenging? Why?

👻Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write?

❌: it’s Falcon. lmao. EUFKEJFKDJ

it’s a combination of a lot of things, to be honest. Falcon was written at a time when we were just learning how our writing process works, and how plots work. it started out with a really solid structure, but thinking that rewriting from scratch was Required, we rewrote the whole thing and it was…not as focused as the first draft. too much restructuring, too much overthinking, and it sort of lost its spark for us.

also, it’s a fanfic, so that means that our loss of interest in professor layton has sort of made us lose interest in this project, too. plus, our whole reason for writing it was out of spite for the way people used to talk about Bronev, but these days people are pretty chill about his character so it’s no longer so much of a pressing issue to write it. i’m pretty sure we’ll come back to it, but we’re REALLY burned out from it at this point.

👻: at the moment, EVERY scene that hasn’t been written feels intimidating. it shouldn’t be! but Editing Brain hasn’t quite turned off yet.

i’m mostly intimidated by all the scenes we wrote and NAILED in the first draft but need major reworking so we can’t keep those words. now that’s our nemesis.

[detragallery]

1) how would you describe your style

2) what's your favorite thing about your style

22) what inspires you

ERM............ that's a good quastion...... probably like...uh... lively and expressive???? i feel like my art just suits me as a person, which is what i'm going for <3

i LOOOOVE how i do lineart. like. i started doing "sketchy" lineart after watching one of my favorite artists draw and something CLICKED in me. it's so easy and painless for me, and i can adapt it whenever i need to, and it looks so fucking good.

i just answered 22, but shoutout to the Art Nouveau movement for being so epic <3

[ramenwithbroccoli]

Mam nadzieję, że rozumiesz, jak bardzo się cieszę, gdy pojawiasz się na moim telefonie. Nie mówię tego w dziwny sposób, to jak pies widzący swoją ulubioną zabawkę. To właśnie czuję, będąc twoją wzajemnością.

damn naprawdę miło to słyszeć. cieszę się że moja obecność tutaj jest trochę pożyteczna, skoro sprawia ci radość :] to jak minięcie się ze starym przyjacielem podczas przechodzenia przez ulicę <3

[clownleys]

Cowboy!!!! 🤠

date idea: we drive through the desert together pointing at cows and listening to my mix tape (and we're both tumbleweeds) 🤠

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24/7, 365 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ i'm on a knee, i just need a "yes"

(AUTREMENT) — when jake takes you out on a date after his lacrosse game, you don't expect him to get down on one knee.

the muse: non-idol!sim jaeyun x fem!reader; established relationship wc: 1.66k warnings: kissing, skinship, fluff, not proofread, plot twist, jake loves calling you 'angel', reader calls jake an 'idiot' lovingly

whispers: not very proud of this one...i feel like my writing is lacking nowadays. but it's my first try at trying to get jake's character down so. idk if the plot twist is a plot twist but the plot is probably not as straightforward as it seems ig.

reblog and i'll kiss you <3

"She really is your good luck charm, huh?" Jay asks teasingly, slapping Jake's back.

It wasn't a mystery as to why Jake always managed to score twice as many goals than usual whenever you were there at his lacrosse games. Watching you standing in the sidelines, cheering for him in his jersey. It gave him an energy boost that he couldn't get even if he chugged 10 Red Bulls.

"We're going to miss you next year, hyung," Jungwon adds, taking off his gear.

"Yeah," Sunoo agrees. "We're gonna lose three of our best players with you, Jay hyung, and Sunghoon hyung going off to college after summer."

"You guys are still gonna be playing for the lacrosse team there with Heeseung hyung, aren't you?" Riki asks, his eyes shining with admiration at being able to play for a big college.

"Yep," Jake says, running his hands through his hair. He opens his mouth to speak but he quickly smiles instead after seeing you run into the locker room.

You cage him in a warm bear hug, trying your best to engulf Jake's larger frame with your small body. "You did amazing!" You beam at him.

Jake's face and ears turn red at the compliment, his hand rubbing circles on the small of your back. "Thank you," he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead before pulling back and just gazing at you lovingly.

Jake clears his throat after hearing Sunghoon snicker at how gone he looks for you. "Why don't we get out of here, angel?" he asks, starting to lead you out of the locker room gently with a hand on your waist after slinging his equipment bag over his shoulder.

You nod in response. "Bye, guys," you yell over your shoulder to the others. "You guys did great as well!"

You sat in the car, slushie in hand as you stare out the window.

You and Jake had spent the evening watching a movie at the theater before heading down to the bowling center to play a game against each other.

Now you two were in the car, driving to a place that only Jake knows where.

"Where are we even going?" You ask, curiosity piqued.

You turn your head towards Jake, watching the way his curls fell on to his forehead, how the streetlamps lit up his face with a glow, how his eyes concentrated on the road, and the way his veiny hands steered the car with graceful movements.

"Somewhere special, angel," he hums in response. He doesn't take his hands off the wheel, but s soft smile forms on his plump lips.

"Where?"

"You'll see."

You huff, slumping into the car seat with a pout, hoping that it'll coax an answer out of Jake. But all it does is make him chuckle.

After around 10-15 minutes, the car comes to a halt and Jake turns off the engine. He quickly hops out of the car, practically running to your side to open the door for you before you can do it.

"Thanks, Jakey," you stay, stepping out.

"Always, angel," he says, smiling.

He takes your hand in his and gently squeezes it as he shuts the car door and locks it. He leads you up a quiet hill. The hill is quiet and dark, illuminated by the moon and the stars. There's a soft breeze blowing, causing the grass to rustle as you two sit down at the top.

You feel your breath get knocked out of you, the view in front of you breathtaking. You can see the whole city from here in its entire magnificence: buildings climbing up to reach the sky; lights illuminating the place; trees in the far distance. It feels like Jake picked a glittering kingdom out of a fairytale and put it in front of you to admire.

"It's so pretty," you gasp.

"Like you, angel," he whispers. "That's why I wanted to bring you here."

"I love it," you say, a smile forming on your face as you turn to look at Jake. Your Jake who adores you so much. Your Jake who you feel extremely lucky to have in your life.

He leans in, giving you time to pull away as if you two hadn't been dating for the past three years and were about to kiss for the first time. Finally, his lips crash against yours. It's soft, gentle, and promising. Yet, as his lips pressed harder, it felt bittersweet, like a farewell.

As Jake pulled away, you could see it in his eyes. The same bittersweet feeling his lips had given you, painted in his brown eyes.

You frown.

"What's up, Jakey?" you ask, gently as worry clouds your eyes.

He sighs shakily, running a hand through his hair. He turns to sit facing you and you do the same.

"I can't be with you anymore," he says.

You go into shock as your mind registers his words. Your heart drops to your stomach. "W-What?"

"No! I mean I can be with you, but—I didn't mean it like that." Jake starts to panic, seeing the hurt in your eyes. "Can...Can you stand up for a second?" He asks, standing up.

You nod, allowing Jake to pull you up on to your feet. "What's going on, Jake?" You frown, folding your arms together as you demand an explanation.

"I have to go to Decelis Uni for college because the college here rejected me. So I have to move there."

"You mean you can't stay home?" You ask, your heart slowing down in relief, but still filled with tension.

"Yeah, that's what I meant." Jake looks down, chuckling. His cheeks are tinged pink with embarassment at having fumbled this. "But that doesn't mean I want to leave you."

Your eyes widen as you see Jake go down on one knee. "Jake, what are you doing?"

"Trust me, angel," he says, cutting you off curtly, although there was only warmth in his voice. He pulls out a black velvet box but doesn't open it.

"Since I'm moving away, I want to ask you something. I know it's only for a year until you graduate and come to Decelis too and we're together again. But I still want to ask you this."

"Y/n L/n," he starts, flipping the box open to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. It's not huge and extravagant or tiny and plain, it's in between and absolutely stunning.

"Jake, I know you're 18, but I'm still 17," you gasp. "I can't marry you."

"I know," Jake laughs. "I'm not gonna ask you to marry me. I mean, I am, but not today."

You chuckle at that, blood rushing to your cheeks at the thought of Jake actually proposing to you one day.

"But I am asking whether you'll remain my loyal girlfriend the same way I'll remain your loyal boyfriend despite all the distance between us," he continues. "I know people say long-distance never works, but I want to make it work. For you. For us."

Jake pauses, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm willing to put in all the work and effort I can to make it work if you say yes," he declares, brutally honest. "Will you stay my girlfriend even though I'm moving away?"

You can see by the way his eyes look at you filled with devotion and the way he pours his heart into his words that he means every single word he just said.

You know that if you break up with Jake right now just because he was moving away for college, it would be the biggest and stupidest mistake anyone could ever make in the history of humanity.

"Yes," you breathe out. It's a simple word. Soft and quiet; but it holds so many emotions.

"Did you just say 'yes'?" Jake asks, eyes brightening. He can't bring himself to believe that you actually said 'yes'.

"Yes, Jakey." You nod vigorously, laughter blooming from your throat.

Your words are everything Jake wants, he quickly takes your left hand, slipping on the promise ring on to your ring finger with careful movements before pressing a reverent kiss to your knuckles.

He gets back up on his feet with a sigh of relief and a bright, adorable smile on his face. "My knee was starting to hurt," he remarks playfully.

"Oh, shut up," you pout, wrapping your arms around his waist as Jake pulls you into a tight, warm hug.

"I'll stay your girlfriend no matter how far you are from me," you mumble, allowing yourself to relax in his arms. "You could be on the other side of the Earth and I'd still love you with all my heart."

"Really?" he asks, slightly pulling away to look down at you while flashing you a boyish grin. "'Cause I'd still do the same for you."

"You're such an idiot," you scoff to try and hide the effect his grin has on you, your heart racing.

"I'm your idiot," he states proudly.

Before you can reply to him, Jake's lips crashes against yours, his face tilting as your fingers weaved their way into his black hair. The way your lips fit against each others was almost like a key fitting perfectly in a lock, like they were made for each other and no one else.

Your last kiss tasted bittersweet, but this one tasted like cotton candy weaved out of promises of forever; sweet and exquisite as reality melted on each other's tongue.

Jake buries his head in the crook of your neck the moment you pull away so that you don't see his blushing face. His arms trail to the small of your back as he plays with the hem of his jersey on you.

"Y'know, I don't know what I would've done if you said 'no' to me today," Jake admits, voice muffled. "You're so amazing. I want to be with you forever."

"I love you so much, angel."

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Hello! Could I possibly request a kimi antonelli × reader. The reader is an F2 DAMS driver and she's in redbull academy and even if she had same/better results in F2 Kimi made it into F1 and she didn't and now she's like having a really hard time not being mad/clearly jealous of Kimi? They were also kinda secretly dating when they both were in F2 and they still didn't officially break up but she has bad anger issues and is either taking them out on Kimi or treating him coldly. And Kimi is trying to fix things. They also bothe still really love each other

won't change- k.antonelli

꩜summary: everyone knew that seat was yours. what happens when your kind-of-boyfriend takes it instead?

꩜pairing: andrea kimi antonelli x fem! reader

꩜a/n: series...? lmk (also THANK you to the person who sent this in i LOVE WRITING ANGST AGAGAGAGGAGAGA) also, i changed it to mercedes to add another layer of angst- hope that's alright :)

Imola rolled around quicker than you’d hoped. F2 was great, but it wasn’t F1. You worked. You fought. You raced. You were leading the championship, and it looked like nobody was going to touch you. You were going to run away with it this year, and next year was still unknown. You could end up in FE, maybe Indycar, maybe something else. Probably not F1, Toto had made that clear. Every team talked big talk about wanting you on their team, until it actually came to giving you a seat. Williams and Sauber (soon to be Audi) were offering a reserve driver position. Andretti was offering an Indycar seat. Prema was offering an Indycar reserve driver seat. Alpine was offering a World Endurance Championship seat. Mercedes were offering a GT2 seat. Arrow McLaren were offering a reserve seat. Cupra Kiko were offering a seat. Cadillac wanted to talk. RedBull wanted to talk. You had options, and great ones at that, but you wanted that stupid fucking Mercedes seat that Kimi got, because it was meant to be yours. 

“Alright?” George asked as you walked into the paddock, a bright smile on his face. “Ready for today?”

You came second last year. Gabriel won it by 7 points. You pretended it didn’t bother you. Jak joined your side in the paddock and you walked straight past George, not really caring about what he had to say. You should’ve had that fucking Mercedes seat, and everyone knew it. You were overperforming massively in a terrible team, like you always had, and you were great. 

“Everything ok?” Jak asked as you walked into the garage. “Up late with homework?” he teased. 

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “Something like that, yeah.”

“How do you think you’ll do today in the Mercedes?” he asked and you felt your blood run cold. Your first chance in an F1 car. Your only chance in an F1 car, probably. 

“I think I’ll be fine,” you nodded. “Kimi drives it, how hard can it be?” 

Jak laughed at your (not-so-subtle) dig and nodded. “You’re going to be out for blood on that track, aren’t you?” 

You didn’t answer, but everyone knew that was the case. You were driving George’s car. You were up against Kimi. 

You really couldn’t give a fuck about anything other than setting the quickest lap, and showing Mercedes exactly what they missed out on. 

“Alright?” George asked as he watched you place your in-ears into your ears. You nodded and he sighed. “Don’t crash my car, please.”

“I won’t,” you nodded. “See you later.” 

You got up and into the car, sparing not a glance to the other side of the garage. But Kimi glanced. Kimi more than glanced. He’d been enchanted by you all day, considering he hadn’t seen you in months. Your hair was a little bit longer. Your face looked a little bit more… taut. You had this sullen look in your eyes that never seemed to go away. The face of a woman who was beaten down by a sport that hated her. He cringed when he noticed his father staring at him, staring at you. Long gone were the cheeky smiles and soft eyes. You barely smiled on the top of the podium anymore. 

“Ricordati. Non è una brava persona,” Remember. She isn’t good for you. he whispered, gripping the back of Kimi’s neck gently. He nodded to his father, but he knew it was a lie. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him. Those glances and touches in a crowded room, those day-long dates where he got to know everything about you, those nights spent laughing at random stupid videos, the way you kissed him and smiled against his lips after a big win, those moments before races where you reminded him that you loved him, but you’d race him like you hated him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He missed it, missed you. Missed everything. 

George didn’t try to strike up anymore conversation, he knew it wasn’t worth it. Basically anyone in Mercedes was dead to you, except Doriane, and even then, you barely spoke a few words to her at a time. Sometimes, it hurt. Sometimes that little hole in your chest wept when you were reminded that despite being the better driver, you still weren’t chosen. And it wasn’t even your fault. Kimi, despite being p6 in the F2 standings, was the safer bet because he was a man. He wouldn’t get the backlash. He wouldn’t get the hatred. You would. 

You were sick of it. Sick of racing, of Mercedes, of life, at that point. You raced to win, not to race. There was no passion behind your eyes beneath that helmet, just calculated moves and skill. There was no deviating from the lines you’d created in your head, just pure instinct, driving circuits you’d never driven before with perfect accuracy. It impressed everyone. You impressed everyone. People were scared of you on and off the track. People knew that you would be the first modern female F1 driver with a seat on the grid. Some people wanted you to fail. Others wanted you to succeed. 

FP1 was well underway, and you were on top of the leaderboard. Kimi came up behind you, and you cut him off. It was calculated, methodical, and completely unnecessary, but still, you continued. Again, he tried to get ahead of you, only burning up his tires behind you. Again, you stopped him. You had one chance to show every F1 team in the paddock that not only could you drive like hell, you could fight like hell too. Again, he lunged. Again you covered it. 

“Let Kimi pass please.”

“Nope,” you shot back. 

“Y/n, this is really not worth fighting for. Let Kimi pass please.”

“He should try and fight for it, fuck’s sake he’s never fought for anything in his life,” you scoffed, listening to the team orders and letting him pass. 

Top of the time sheets in practice. Skilled racecraft against Kimi. 

“What were you thinking?!” Toto demanded over the phone. You could tell he was pacing. “Everyone is going to be talking about you two now.” 

“Good,” you shrugged. “I don’t really care, Toto, and I have qualifying soon, sorry.” 

You hung up the phone without another thought. It wasn’t your problem, it was his. It was his fault. He could kick you off the Mercedes program, and you’d just join another. You knew, even if you won F2 this year, you weren’t going into F1, much less with Mercedes. 

“Y/n!” 

Every muscle stiffened at his voice. That simple, Italian accent. That tan skin, those deep brown eyes, that unruly hair. Inescapable. Unforgettable. 

And sadly, annoying persistent. 

“Hey,” he rushed up to your side as you pulled off your suit, walking into your room. He didn’t stop at the door. “How are you?” 

“Fine,” you grumbled out, pulling your firearms over your head. He swallowed, his mouth filling with saliva. He didn’t want it to go like this, but he understood your position. The seat should’ve been yours, not that he was bad, both of you knew he was great, soon to be one of the greats, but so were you. He’d known it from the moment he saw you on that karting track all those years ago. The way your passion seeped into every corner, how every victory meant the same as the first, how you looked at the track- like it was calling for you. It had made him laugh before, but it reminded him of what he should have. That passion he shouldn’t ever forget. He didn’t see it out on track today. Your moves were clinical. Your corners were precise, quick, not your own. You followed the racing line to a T, forgetting the way you used to complain about the ‘racing line’ and how it held you back. Kimi gulped again. 

“You were quick out there,” he nodded, trying to find something else to look at, other than you. It proved pretty difficult, considering his eyes usually landed on you in any room, whether he wanted them to or not.

“That’s the aim of the sport,” you answered in that sarcastic, clinical voice he’d heard so many times, only it had never been towards him. It was always for the people who pissed you off, or said dumb shit like ‘tough luck’ after a race. “Do you need something?” 

Kimi hadn’t realised he’d been staring with his mouth open until your hand reached up and closed it. The touch was familiar, too familiar. You shook it off. Kimi didn’t. “I wanted to see you,” he blurted out. “You’re not responding to my texts and you’re not in the paddock when I am-”

You shrugged, rushing around your room ‘cleaning’ it. You needed something to do with your hands so you didn’t look at him. “We race different series now, schedules don’t align,” you answered like it didn’t tear him apart. “It’s not uncommon.”

“I want to see you though,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I still-”

“Shut up Kimi, you don’t know what you’re saying,” you scoffed. “Now please get out, I have to get ready for quali.” 

“I miss you,” he grabbed your arm and your skin burnt beneath his touch. You froze as he spoke, what else were you meant to do? “And I’m sorry, I know it’s not what you want but I love you.” 

You pulled your arm out of his gasp, walked over to the door, and opened it. “Go.” 

“We need to talk about this-” he begged, but you weren’t interested. You couldn’t have a relationship with someone you were so jealous of, it’d tear you apart. He stepped closer to you. You rolled your eyes, emotion building in your throat. 

You pointed a finger against his chest, eyes brimming with tears. “You have so many people who support you,” you whispered, voice breaking. “You don’t need me too. You don’t need someone else to remind you of how brilliant you are. You don’t love me. Please leave Kimi.” 

He froze to the spot. He hated seeing you like this, eyes wide and tears falling. He hated not being able to do anything about it, because he was the reason. He knew you felt bad about your actions, he could see it in the way you didn’t totally shy away from him every time he saw you. Those small glances you sent his way gave him hope, hope that soon enough, he could get you back in his arms. He didn’t usually take offence to your outbursts, especially not in recent weeks, but denying that he was in love with you was a step too far. Anyone with eyes could see the way he bled and died for you, loved you whole-heartedly, and gave you his all. He huffed out a sigh, one of defeat. His shoulders dropped as he walked out of the room, without another word. 

You hated this. You hated feeling defeated. You hated being second. You hated Andrea Kimi Antonelli. 

That wouldn't change.

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Aha jack, heres the sonova bitch that tgrows bricks at you *throws unconscjous body to the ground*

Do whatever yoj think is fit >:3

Jakkon: *Backs up* "Uh... I'm not sure I want anything to do with... an unconscious body..."

Jak: "..."

Jak: "They're a fucking bitch. But I would prefer they stay TEN KILOMETERS THAT WAY."

[stychu-stych]

Hejo! Chiałam tylko napisać, że fajnie wpaśc na polską stronę tumlra i masz wyczepisty styl, mega piękne arty! Co najbardziej lubisz tatuować?

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Aaaaaa dziekujeee o//w//o

Pewnie nie bedzie to wielka niespodzianka dla tych, ktorzy sledza mnie dluzej, ale najbardziej lubie dziarac postacie we krwi sjhdhsdh Czym wiecej tym lepiej. Malo kto chce tego typu prace na swoim ciele, wiec jak tylko mam mozliwosc zrobienia takiego projektu, to jaram sie jak dzieciak

Ask: Hey! I just wanted to say that it's great to come across a Polish tumblr page and you have an awesome style, beautiful art! What do you like to tattoo the most?

Answer: Aaaaaa thank you o//w//o

I assume that's not a big surprise for those who follow me for a longer period of time, but my fav thing to tattoo are characters in blood jebsjsbshsbsh The more the better. Usually people are not interested in tattoos like that, so when someone ask me to do project like those, I'm hyped like a little kid

[miqojak]

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

Edgy OC Ask Meme ( @the-sycophant for also asking this one! )

It's funny, because it would both be not very different, but also quite different. There's a couple turning points, I think - either A) She and her twin never try to pick-pocket Kublai, thus never ending up in the Yakuza, or B) She ends up in the Yakuza, but never meets Ketsuchi.

Both of these still end in her career being quite similar thus far - she always ends up as some sort of crime boss, be it in the East, or as some sort of gang leader in Ul'dah. The real difference is in the lack of knowing Ketsuchi - all other people she's interacted with in RP that she's let herself get close to? Have all been a let down. They've all left her behind/left the game, so all her biases have been confirmed all along - save for the instances where Ketsuchi helps her to learn to better communicate, to better express herself, to put the somnus down... to, in small ways, be a slightly better person and version of herself. He claims, even IC, that his own moral compass isn't great - but he's basically single-handedly steered Jak off of a path of destruction - both her own, and that of everyone around her.

She'd be a less forgiving leader, however - just as exacting in every way, but without any margin for forgiveness - and far more violent in upholding her standards and expectations. It's hard to say if she'd still be on somnus - she was trying to kick the habit, but Ketsuchi gave her a lot of shit about it at the time... thus encouraging her to try even harder, to not just prove herself wrong... but him, too. She'd just be... a lot more cold, and cruel. She wouldn't doubt herself when she calls everyone a sheep. She wouldn't look for diamonds in the rough. She wouldn't have as much heart for those still in the gutter... because the last of her little heart would have been left behind about the time she ended up in an abusive relationship with a de-throned crime lord, and didn't have Ketsuchi to pick her up (and say "I told you so") afterwards. She learned a lot about him, about herself, and about the world during that time -and though she wishes it hadn't happened? It showed her that she can't keep painting all people with one brush. The people who let her stay with them while she was recovering had no reason to help her - save that someone they consider a friend has asked it of them. And someone who had told her he loved her had hurt her in ways unspeakable - and all while the one man who had never said any soft words to her really... kept showing up for her. She believes in actions, and his actions showed her, over time, that her fears and suspicions were oft misplaced.

When you rescue an alley cat, you coax it out not with soft words - but with your actions. You move slow, you offer kind gestures, and eventually it realizes that you're just bringing it some tuna, and leaving it alone, and that's okay. Ketsuchi was the one person willing to take the time it takes to coax Jak out of the dark place she'd dug into, back into the light of day, and show her that while most of the world is pretty terrible - it's not all as bad as she thinks it is. Everyone else got her about halfway to seeing the light, then washed their hands of her - not truly comprehending how damaged she was, despite how many times she insisted they not bother, that these people not get her hopes up if they were just going to walk way. A taste of that light is worse than not seeing it at all, after all - it just hurts, at that point. So...it might sound sentimental, but it's more like he was monumental in helping her be who she is, today. If he weren't around in her life? Well, she'd probably be decidedly villainous; when the world cares not for the broken, what else are the broken edges to become, but sharp?

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Misunderstanding

Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: When the boys come home early and see boxes all packed and furniture on the street, Marc jumps to the worst option. Clearly, you're leaving him.

Warnings: PIV sex, wall sex, oral f!recieving, manhandling, rough needy smut but loving and passionate, anxiety attack, Marc's self loathing but reader adores him. Calling Marc all kinda of cute nick names.

Immersability: Reader is fem, afab. Reader can be largly supported against the wall by Marc's strong arms <3

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Chaos made Marc anxious.

So, that’s why you decided to do spring cleaning while he and the boys were at work, hoping to get most of it done before the boys returned from work. What threw all your plans out of whack was a chance spotting on facebook marketplace. The prettiest furniture you’ve ever seen in your life was for fucking free. The owners were cleaning out the house from their mom who just passed, and just wanted the furniture to go to someone who’d love it like their mom did. And boy did you love it. The style was French Louis XVI. Fucking beautiful. So, you were making room. 

A lot was going to be given away with permission from your boys, and you’d be doing a lot of reorganizing of Steven’s books. A lot of trash, oh my god so much trash. Marc sure did love take out, even if it drove Jakey crazy. Then your old furniture was hauled out into the street for the garbage on tuesday, or some desperate soul. You hadn’t quite gotten to organizing Steven’s books and papers, but the trash was picked up, floors swept and mopped, and the old furniture was out. You needed to pick up your dream furniture, so you hopped into your car.

Steven was elated he got to go home early. It was only an hour, but that’s an hour more with you!!! You loved extra time with you!! There was a spring in his step, happily humming along to some song on Jake’s playlist on their phone. 

Until he saw it.

‘Aye, ¿que es?’ Jak asked, interrupting Steven’s happy thoughts.

Marc. ‘Is that… our furniture?’ 

“Oh my god…” Steven murmurs, slowing his steps. All their things were on the street.

‘She’s leaving us.’

“Oh, will you calm the hell down.” But Steven was a little nervous. He walks up the apartment stairs, ready to find you and get it all sorted out but… you weren’t there. The place looked so bare, so empty… The pictures on the walls were taken down, all the memories together, clothes were half-sorted in the bedroom and sheets off the bed…

You were gone. You didn’t want them anymore.

Marc took the body, pulling out his phone and calling you multiple times, but you went straight to voicemail.

“She’s done with us” Marc groans, backing against the wall. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

‘Mate, you need to calm down’ Steven tried to assure Marc, but he was nervous too.

Marc slid down the wall, beginning to panic. “Not this again…”

Jake and Steven attempted to tell him there’s another reason, logically.

‘She wouldn't just us… leave us’ Jake insisted. ‘She’s not like that. She’d tell us if there was an issue.’

None of this helped calm Marc, and he mentally checked out, sitting against the wall on the floor staring out the window.

That’s how you found Marc, dissociating and mentally checked out when you got home.

“Marcy Marc? Baby? Are you okay?” You toss your keys onto the counter and approach him, but stop when he suddenly jerks towards you like a scared animal.

Marc looks up, eyes wide and mouth agape as he scrambles to stand up. “Holy shit, you’re here…” He mutters, dashing over to you. “Baby, whatever it is, I swear to god I’ll fix it-” Marc hugs you so tightly it knocks the breath out of you with the force of him, strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Normally, you loved his bear hugs, they made you feel safe and oh-so loved, but right now his actions warned you he was upset. You always knew when your man was in distress, even when he tried to hide it. He wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. “Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry-”

You hug him right back. “Marc, honey, what’s going on? You didn’t do anything wrong.” That you know of, but honestly you couldn’t foresee Marc, Jake or Steven doing anything bad enough for you to be upset about. Only thing would be… Gently, so he knows you aren’t rejecting his affection, you nudge him away so you can look in his eyes. However, you keep hold on his arms. Marc’s love language was physical touch, so you always showed your love to him this way.

“Baby…” You look into his eyes, keeping your tone and facial expressions soft. “Have you heard from Khonshu lately?”

Confusion spreads on Marc’s face, his already large eyes widening. “No! Nonononono is that what this is about? You thought I was with Khonshu again?”

You were confused too. “I didn’t think anything was happening until I came home and you were against the wall. Marc, sweetheart.” You search his face for answers. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? I’m confused.”

He sputters a bit, trying to find the words. “Y-you’re leaving! You’re leaving us…”

You blink at him. “Huh? I’m not leaving you, god Marc, whatever got you this worked up? Sweetie, I’ve never been happier than with you three…”

“The furniture is on the street… Things are packed up… And, and and- the pictures! The pictures, they’re are taken down, our whole life together is off the walls-”

Ah. “Marc…” You realize what happened now. “Oh sweetheart, sweetie pie… I’m not leaving you. I’m doing spring cleaning. Remember, last week we went over what I could give away?”

The recognition slowly starts to spread across his face. “But… the pictures…”

“I took them down to wash the walls.”

“Oh… and the furniture?” It was beginning to click for him. This was all a misunderstanding.

You smile softly. “I found the coolest furniture. Steven will love it.”

He blinked. And again. “So… you don’t hate me?”

Your heart nearly broke at his words. “Oh Marc, no!” You gather him up in your arms again. “My sweet, sweet man I could never!”

You see his lip quiver a bit, but instead of crying Marc crashes his mouth into yours, large hands groping at your body with a fevur, like he couldn't believe you were real, that you were still here, still wanted him.

And he needed you.

“C’mere-” He grunted, gripping your asscheeks and pulling you towards him as he kisses you, mouth claiming yours in desperation.

Instantly you were filled with desire; Marc tended to do that to you. He was so handsome, so kind, so gentle you couldn’t help giving your all to him right away. Marc backed you up against the wall, the hand behind your head preventing you from smacking it against the plaster. He always looked out for you like that. You could feel his hardness as his wide hips ground into you, his plump pressed stomach against yours. You love how he’s softened, still so strong, but the safety of your home and the very idea that he wasn’t on the run and living in storage units… His body felt as safe as his mind did.

Marc’s mouth consumed you, licking into your mouth as his knee rid up between your legs. In loose, thin basketball shorts you felt his thick, manly thighs and sigh and pleasure.

“Marc…” You moan for him, unable to control the sounds of pleasure from escaping your mouth as you work yourself on his body. Hitching a leg up against his side, you cling to Marc for stability as he uses his grip on your ass for leverage, dragging you up and down on him. Marc’s kisses are insatiable, you feel as if he is attempting to breathe you in with heavy pants, kissing your lips and neck. Your face is wet from the open-mouth kisses.

Suddenly, and without warning, just as you are approaching the precipice humping his thigh, Marc pulls away and for a moment you think he got in his own head again, but then you are turned, face pressed against the wall but not painfully. Marc pulls your hips out, bends down to pull down your shorts and fucking picks you up by your pressed together legs to pull the shorts away. If that wasn’t sexy enough, he then kicks apart your ankles forcing your legs open. You aren’t even sure when Marc undid his pants, but before you know it, he is thrusting into your pliant and waiting body.

“M-Marc…” You repeat, his name the only thing on your mind is his name and his cock. Okay and maybe his hand wrapping around your front and snaking up your body. He plays with your grunts, grunting with his breaths hot against your ear and in time to the slamming thrusts of his hips. You brace against the wall, pushing your ass out more to take more of his length inside you.

“Thought I lost you…” He mutters, face tucked into your neck. 

“Never, never Ma- AH!” You cry out when he  squeezes a tit hard, pressing bruises through your shirt. “You-mmmph-you’re stuck with me.”

He pounds your core, rough thrusts mixed with soft kisses. You tilt your head back, desperate for his mouth, his love, his affection yours. He obliges, always knowing what you need and meeting your mouth to sloppily make out with you like horny teenagers. It was needy, it was desperate, it was Marc’s complete and utter relief that he was not going to be left shattered. He filled you over and over and again, the fat tip of his cock pressing up against that beautiful spot inside you. When you came, it was hard, pulsing on his cock again and again and again. Marc wrapped his arm under your middle as your legs began to feel like jell-o. 

“Mine.” He growls, spilling his cum inside you. “Fucking mine. Don’t every fucking scare me like that again.”

You want to tell him you didn’t that he jumped to his own conclusions but you were barely standing when he twirled you around again. Dropping to his knees, Marc looked up at you, large and wet brown eyes gazing at you in adoration. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful…

“I won’t…” You whisper down to his hopeful face. “I promise. I love you so much.”

With a relieved look on his face, Marc smiles at you and god is it nice to see him smile. “I love you too, baby.” With that, he hitches a leg over his shoulder and dives into your pussy. Between his cum and yours, it’s a mess down there and that’s further evidenced by the absolutely obscene sounds coming from his mouth as he sluuuurped up the evidence of your time together. Marc was eager, eating his own cum out of you while keeping your supported against the wall. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall. His tongue swirled against your clit, making you buck against him so one hand pinned your hips to the wall. He ate like this was his last meal, like his salvation came from your pleasure.

When he sucked on the sensitive nub, you cry out his name and dig your fingers into Marc’s dark curls, keeping him close to you. As if he’d ever leave. You were close again, the whirling swirling feeling deep inside you continuing to build like a twister into a tornado as you chant Marc, Marc, Marc like the repetition of a Rosary. His tongue flicked inside you, one hand keeping you upright against the wall and the other playing with your clit, making you come apart directly into his mouth.

You pull on his hair so hard you worry you’re hurting him but the way Marc shoves his face into you even harder spurs you on. You can hear and feel him moaning into you as he laps up your release, a soft mmmmmm reverbating against your pussy and prolonging it as you ride his face. Your left leg is so tired, so sore, starting to wobble and Marc notices as he finally pulls away. Marc helps you slide down the wall, landing you safely on your bottom.

On his hands and knees, Marc Spector crawls to you, kissing your lips tenderly but you can see his own exhaustion too. Cupping his face in both your hands, you kiss Marc as you lay him down on your naked lap. You’re surprised with how quickly Marc’s full lashes flutter closed, his head resting between the crux of your thigh and stomach.

You play with his hair. He seems so tired, today must’ve taken it out of him. After a whole day of work, coming home to thinking you were gone. You know how anxiety can physically drain you.

“That really scared you, huh?” You say, petting him like a cat. You swear you can hear him pur.

Marc talks soft, sleepy, eyes never opening. “Yeah. Thought I lost you… I can’t do that.”

“I’ll never leave you, sweetie. And I’d certainly never leave like that… But I know how anxiety can be.”

His voice was groggy with sleep, quiet and muttered. “Yeah, it fuck’n sucks.” 

You can’t help but chuckle. “It does, baby, it does. But I’m here, and I ain’t going nowhere. Can’t get rid of me if you tried, Spector.”

He hums constantly, and in another moment, Marc is snoring softly. He’s so cute.

Then, he’s snoring loudly.

Why didn’t Steven and Jake snore? Made no fucking sense.

Sighing, you settle back against the wall and maneuver enough to grab your shorts without waking your sleeping, tuckered out little boyfriend. You pull out your phone, take a few cute pictures (some with flowery or silly snapchat filters) then go play Candy Crush. He needed to rest.

Mostly, because he had a long day and was so so adorable when he was sleeping even if he was loud as all goddamn hell.

But also, you still had several pieces of furniture sitting in your car and there was no way you were going to move all of them yourself.

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Summer School: Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @kiwiwatermelonsuger @sadgenderfluidmaniac @junghwansy2k 

Daniel meets you because of a summer arts program. Him and Amanda have been divorced over a year and they’ve been trying to figure out a way to prise Anthony away from his screen. It’s gotten worse since the split, his son has retreated entirely into the world of video games.  

Daniel can’t help but feel responsible for that. He was the one that told Amanda he was unhappy, the one that made her realise that she was unhappy too. In the beginning he thought maybe if he’d kept his mouth shut they could have persevered but time has given him clarity, they were friends more than lovers and Daniel, he wants passion, he wants romance. He deserves that and so does Amanda.

It's Amanda that finds the program, it allows students to try out different art forms over a six week period. Painting, pottery, metal work. Anthony protests at first but they present a united front, if he doesn’t attend he spends the entire summer without any screen time at all.

The first week Anthony complains relentlessly. Painting is very much not his thing and Daniel happens to agree, he’s all for self-expression but Anthony’s work, it’s beyond terrible.

The same goes for pottery, he comes home with a bowl that’s slanted to one side with weird, wonky edges. Daniel takes it into work and uses it to hold his paperclips.

By the time week three rolls around Daniel expects more of the same, he’s used to Anthony’s sullen moods, he’s been sulking ever since summer school started. Today however when he gets into Daniel’s car, it’s the most animated he’s seen him in years. His eyes are bright, he’s excited. He shows Daniel the motorcycle he’s made out of nuts bolts and wrenches and he’s completely blown away.

“Jak’s been giving me tips on making my own designs.” He tells his father proudly. “We need to hit the art supply store so I can get a sketch book and some pencils.”

That night Daniel calls Amanda after dinner.

“It’s like he’s a completely different kid. I don’t know who this Jak guy is but he’s worked wonders on him. He hasn’t looked at a screen all night.” He tells her as he watches Anthony sketching out design ideas on the kitchen table. “I feel like we should be gifting him a car.”

“Maybe we go smaller.” She says thoughtfully. “Start with some beers from that microbrewery you like. We don’t wanna scare him off by coming on a little too strong.”

“Yea I think I have a six pack somewhere, I’ll drop it off tomorrow morning.” Daniel murmurs, his palm rubbing over the back of his neck. “I’ll ask if he does classes outside of the summer school. I’d like to keep the momentum going.”

He drops Anthony off a little early the next morning so he can pop in and meet the man who has managed to engage his son. He has the six pack of mixed microbrews tucked under his arm when he raps his knuckles on the door and pokes his head inside.

“Hey, I’m looking for Jak.” He says to the woman sorting through the cardboard box of random metal bits and pieces.

“You’ve found her.” You say looking up from your task.

“You’re Jak?” He asks, his dark eyebrows raising as he drinks you in.

You are the furthest thing from metalwork artist that he ever expected. You’re breathtaking for starters, he means that literally, the oxygen catches in his throat when he looks at you.

“You were expecting a man.” You say in an amused tone before gesturing towards the box of beers. “Starting a little early.”

“Ah no.” Daniel says his cheeks colouring just a little as he sets them on the desk beside him. “They’re for you, a thank you for the work you’re doing with Anthony. It’s the first time I’ve seen him engaged with anything other than a video game since the divorce.”

He watches as you approach, his mouth going dry. There’s a sensuality to your movements, a gracefulness and it sends heat flushing through Daniel as he watches your fingertips caress the glass of each of the bottles as you study the flavours.

“A nice variation.” You say before slotting them back in the cardboard. “You’ve picked some of my favourites Mr LaRusso.”

“Danny.” He asserts and the edges of your mouth tip up into a smile.

Something blossoms in his chest and it feels like he’s seeing the sun rise for the very first time. This is what he was missing with Amanda, this passion, this fire.

“Ok Danny.” You say and he loves the way his name rolls off his lips. “What can I help you with?”

“I wanted to know if you do sessions like this after the summer? Anthony, he’s really excited about working with you. My ex-wife and I would really like to keep the momentum going if we can, make sure he has a creative outlet.” Danny tells you as you lean back against the desk.

“I run sessions out of my studio in Santa Monica. Each student works on their own project, they start with their own concept and then develop it, I’m there to show them the techniques, help them make it a reality and they take those skills into the next project.” You inform Danny as he settles beside you. Your perfume floods his senses, something floral with citrus notes, it reminds him of the first days of spring. “The stuff we’re learning in class this week is very basic and Anthony has taken to it really well. I think his interest in mechanics and the way things work definitely helps.”

“Mechanics?” Daniel repeats, crossing his arms over his chest. This is the first time he’s hearing anything about Anthony taking after him in that respect.

“Not the traditional concept like cars and engines, I mean more like cause and effect." You explain as you tuck your hands into the pockets of the cobalt blue blazer you’re wearing. “It’s why he’s so interested in games like Minecraft, he likes to see the effect that one thing has on another, kinda like Mousetrap. He’s trying to figure out how to make things move in his sculpture work.”

“I honestly had no idea he was into any of this stuff.” Daniel says rubbing his palm over the back of his neck.

“Kids don’t really share a lot with their parents at this age.” You reassure him before picking up a post it note and scribbling on it. “Why don’t you come by my studio, get a feel for what I do?”

You hand him the post it note and he studies the address, this thumb tracing lightly over the writing.

“I’ll do that.” He tells you as the bell rings, signalling the start of class. "I’ll try to stop by tonight.”

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Google Drive full of book PDFs about Chernobyl

Link to the Google Drive if you don't want to click the title: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1kscKFciW6almJA8p-0sUQPO3c0A4AQYe

Note: It will be updated regularly - for as long as I'll be able to find/get new things =) So far I've compiled 41 books in three languages.

Just to repeat what I said in the first post: I'm open to any requests or suggestions or even PDFs themselves, if someone wants to share theirs from their collection. Message me, send me an ask, throw a rock through my window - whatever you prefer, just please, do it yourself because I'm too scared to message anyone, thanks. No fiction - that's the only rule. Any language is welcome - if you want me to look for a certain book in the language of your choice, I'll do that. If you have a book in language other than English, I'd love to add it to the Drive! If you have a better version of whatever PDF I've already got, then I'd be more than happy to do a swap.

Now, some of my reasoning, if anyone's interested: first of all, I think it's important for everyone to be able to access stuff like this. Think of it as a library, minus the "give these back" part. Secondly, I get soooo mad when people are like haha, found this super rare, basically impossible to find, very expensive book! ...I shall now keep it exclusively to myself. Ma'am, you're ruining the vibe and stalling everyone's hobby research but I guess you do you...

List of all the books (under the cut):

In English:

Voices from Chernobyl - Alexievich S.

Chernobyl Reactor Accident - Source Term

Chernobyl - Insight from the Inside - Dr. Chernousenko V.M.

How It Was - Dyatlov A.S.

(ENG+RUS) Chernobyl Booklet

Chernobyl: The Devastation, Destruction and Consequences of the World’s Worst Radiation Accident - Fitzgerald I.

Final Warning. The Legacy of Chernobyl - Gale R.P.

Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World’s Greatest Nuclear Disaster - Higginbotham A.

INSAG-1

INSAG-7

Interesting Chernobyl - 100 Symbols

From Chernobyl To Fukushima - Karpan N.

Manual for Survival. A Chernobyl Guide to the Future - Kate Brown

Chernobyl. Confessions of a Reporter - Kostin I.

The Politics of Invisibility. Public Knowledge about Radiation Health Effects after Chernobyl - Kuchinskaya O.

Memories - Kupnyi A.

Chernobyl 01:23:40 - The Incredible True Story of the World’s Worst Nuclear Disaster - Leatherbarrow A.

Chernobyl Notebook - Medvedev G.

No Breathing Room - Medvedev G.

Chernobyl Record - The Definitive History of the Chernobyl Catastrophe - Mould R. F.

Wormwood Forest - A Natural History of Chernobyl - Mycio M.

Life Exposed: Biological Citizens After Chernobyl - Petryna A.

Chernobyl: History of a Tragedy - Plokhy S.

Ablaze - Story of Chernobyl - Read P.P.

Producing Power: The Pre-Chernobyl History of the Soviet Nuclear Industry - Schmid S. D.

Chernobyl: A Documentary Story - Shcherbak I.

The Vienna Report

Chernobyl - Crime Without Punishment - Yaroshinskaya A.A.

In Russian:

Chernobyl: Kak eto bylo. Preduprezhdeni - Kopchinsky, Steinberg

Chernobyl. Tak eto bylo. Vzglyad Iznutri - Voznyak Ya. Troitskiy N.

Лучевая болезнь человека (очерки) - Гуськова А.К., Байсоголов Г.Д.

Чернобыль. Как это было - Дятлов А.С.

Чернобыль: 30 лет спустя - Кравчук Н.В.

Живы - Купный А.

Чернобыль - Щербак Ю.

(ONLY Pages 367-383) Чернобыль, 10 лет спустя. Неизбежность или случайность?

KGB files - pre and post accident (includes additional information in Ukrainian)

In Polish: 

Jak to było - Diatłov A.S.

Czarnobyl - Plokhy S.

Czarnobyl - Sekuła P.

Katastrofa w Czarnobylu - Sekuła P.

Czarnobyl. Od katastrofy do procesu - Siwiński W.