#UGH I'VE WAITED MANY LONG YEARS FOR THIS MOMENT

[a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising]

Can't Sleep

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Insomniac Reader *Fluffy*

*I jumped on the COD bandwagon HARD. So I'm going to try and write for them. I'm sorry I lost my inspiration and want for the others. I'm trying to be a better fic writer. Let me know what you think!

Love, Wolf*

My eyes open for the millionth time. I groan frustrated and roll over. “Come on!”

I call out. This is getting to me. I've always struggled with insomnia but this is ridiculous. I look at the texture of my ceiling, willing myself to fall asleep. I've tried teas, nature sounds, sleeping meds, name it and it hasn't worked. I whine. 

“Why? Can't. I. Fucking. Sleep???” I was new to this base, transfered to be a chemist for Task Force 141. I did a lot of behind the scenes work for the members. They were all nice enough. Price was about business. Ghost was a smart ass but his teasing and insults were more directed to everyone else. Especially Johnny. Johnny was super friendly to me. He’s who I'm closest to of a the Task force members. The least intimidating and leering of all the men. I liked Keegan and Konig enough. It took a lot for me to break them out of their shells. They were super quiet around me. Gaz was pretty friendly too. Honestly I like all of them. They're not the problem. Change of scenery? Tough work? Inhaling too many chemicals? I DON'T KNOW! All I know is I can't fucking sleep and I'm losing it. Well my job is quite stressful and it hasn't helped. I've been trying to push it down but it's hard. Being a chemist in the civilian world had its stresses but in the military? It's a different animal. It's been the root cause of my numerous sleepless nights.

I whimper and give up sitting up in bed. I hear my joints creak as I make my exhausted body work. I stand up and pace my room, the pads of my feet meeting the cold tile and my eyes open more. Ugh, yeah this was gonna be. Long one. I sit at my desk and turn on my PC. The bright screen immediately blinding me. Dammit (Y/N) that definitely made it worse. I sigh and log on.

I search through my games, settling on a shooter game and put my headset on. I look at the time.

2am

Fuck alright here we go. I settle into gaming bitching at the shitty late night players. Are they also insomniacs? Who the hell knows. We have two things in common. We're on the same team. And we're up at 2am. I get particularly irritated when someone who sounds suspiciously like a 10 year old mauls me. The hell with it. I unleash a barrage of insults not meant to be heard by children. Wanna play with adults better grow tf up. In my anger I barely notice the ping on my messages. 

ThatScotSoap: Aye lass what're you dooin up so late?

I look at the message and smile before typing back

(YourGamerTag): how do your messages have an accent?

ThatScotSoap: call it a skeel, didn't answer my question though lass

(YourGamerTag) couldn't sleep

ThatScotSoap: sorry to ere that. Any idea why?

(YourGamerTag): eh stress but who doesnt have it? And I've always had insomnia so that's not helping 

ThatScotSoap: oh sorry lass. I sleep like a wee baby

(YourGamerTag): Gee way to rub it in 😶

ThatScotSoap: Haha sorry lass. Well I can't sleep ayether want me to come by and bug ya?

I hesitate a moment my stomach flipping. Okay Soap MacTavish is a huge heartthrob. Ghost is too for a man most people don't see without a mask. But Soap??? Women throw themselves at him. I would too if I had less shame. I blush and type back.

(YourGamerTag) sure why not?

ThatScotSoap: on my way lassie

After about 10 minutes and waiting for my blush to go down Soap knocks on my door. I let him in.

“Hey there lassie.”

“Hi Johnny” I smile at him

“You look awfully appy.”

I blush.

“I look like a corpse.” He laughs and sits down on my bed

“what do ya wanna do lass to kill time?”

It. I think shamlessly. I wanna do it.

I shake my head and breathe.

“Movie?”

Soap nods. “aye there's a few I've been curious aboot.”

We settle on a movie and I sit next to him. The movie drawls on. I don’t pay much attention. Thinking of work on Monday is creeping into my head. I distract myself with Soap. He’s so intoxicating, his cologne and his close proximity I just want to….

“Lass?.”

“Yes?” I squeak snapping myself out of it 

“Yer not watching are ya?” He asks. I cringe and shake my head.

“I….I can't take my mind off work.” I admit. He nods.

“Aye I've been there myself once r twice. What's botherin a sweet Bonnie like you so much?” I sigh and look at him. I unload all my stresses with the job and worry about my ability on the team. That I maybe bit off more than I could chew. I sniffle by the end and hold back tears. Soap notices and wraps his arms around me. He pulls me into his chest and I'm stunned. I allow him and bury my face in his muscular chest. He gives me a squeeze.

“There there lassie. No on tinks yer not good at yer job. Yer dooin amazin.”

I sniffle and nuzzle his chest. He chuckles.

“Yer okay lassie”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. He's really respected. He's super nice but he wouldn't put on airs.

“It's been really bothering me and it's making my insomnia worse.”

“Don't worry yer pretty head Bonnie. Yer doing great even that stubborn bastard Ghost and Price think so.”

“Really?”

“Course they do.”

I smile and keep hugging him.

“That's it Bonnie. Relax”

I nod only I start to relax a bit too much and while the movie is playing and start to fall asleep on Soap. I wake up suddenly. He looks down at me and my heart flutters 

“Enjoy yer wee nap lass?”

I nod sheepishly.

“S-sorry” Soap shakes his head.

“Nothin to be sorry for lass. I'll admit. It's been a while since I had someone to sleep next to. Forgot how comfortin it be.” 

“It…is nice” I admit. 

“Want me t'stay?”

I blush and look at him.

“R-Really?”

“I wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it lass.” I look stunned and slowly shake my head.

“Good I was aboot t’fall asleep myself.” He stands up and crawls onto my bed. I laugh at how comfortably he takes over my bed. He lays down and opens his arms. 

“C’mere lass it's been awhile since I had a good cuddle” I giggle like a school girl and lay in his arms. I feel his strong arms encircle me and his chest press my back. I turn off the lights and lay against him. He softly hums and feeling his chest gently vibrate relaxes me.

His fingers come off my waist and he gently plays with my hair and rubs my head. I moan softly and close my eyes.

“That's it lassie. Let Johnny take care o ya.”

I mumble and my body starts to feel heavy feeling his warmth against me. I slowly drift off but not before I feel a gentle kiss to my head.

“G’night sweet girl.” 

~Soap: Goodnight to all you lassies. Those who can and those who can't sleep. Just know Johnny loves you. Mwah.

(Wolf): Alright Scotsman it's my turn for sleepy cuddles tonight

Soap: Alright alright I guess you were good, you wrote a story the first time in what? Years now?

(Wolf): Shush I'm trying to make up for it

[trailshome]

not tlh related but hnnnnnng dragon's dogma 2.....!!! the sphinx!! she looks amazing!!! foaming at the mouth and sobbing at Grigori 24/7

it's so nice to see my fave dragon back in the limelight. can't wait to fight him again -- I wonder if the story will be as... 'bleak' as the previous one? hmmmm

[fandomsnstuff]

Something short and sweet for @taznovembercelebration day 10

Day 10: sick

The Taaco twins have one cardinal rule: if you receive a text consisting of SOS and a number, you call your twin in that many minutes and give them an excuse to leave wherever they are. No questions asked.

Read it on AO3

Taako's having a nondescript night at home when his phone lights up with a text.

lupdelup

SOS 7

He waits exactly seven minutes, then calls her.

“Hello?” She should get an Oscar for that greeting alone. It's a perfect tone of slight confusion with a tinge of concern.

“Lup,” he puts on a performance of his own, making his voice sound weak and strained, “you gotta come home right now.”

“Taako? Are you okay? What's going on?”

“I'm really sick,” he lays dramatically on the couch for effect, tossing an arm over his eyes, “I haven't been able to keep anything down, and we're out of tums and tylenol.”

“Alright, it's okay.” Her voice quiets a bit through the phone as she talks to the shmuck that she was convinced to go on a date with, “I'm sorry, I gotta go. My brother-”

“He's a grown man.” The guy's voice is quiet, seeing as the phone isn't on speaker, but Taako's able to pick it out. “Sit down.” He sounds like a douche.

“Lup,” he groans, “my stomach hurts so bad, and I'm burning up. I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“He's in a really bad way,” she says to the guy, “I need to go help him.”

He can only get a vague impression of the guy grumbling, but Lup says goodbye to him and a moment later, she says into the phone, “what a fucking asshole.”

He drops the ailing brother act, “that bad, huh?”

“Ugh,” he hears her car door slam, “me telling him I needed to leave just now was the most words I've been able to say in a row all night.”

“Gross.”

“Just wait ‘til I get home, it gets worse.”

“I'll see you soon.”

“Thank youuuuu.”

They hang up, and Taako goes back to his show. About 25 minutes later, the door swings open and slams shut.

“This fucking guy-”

About a month later, Taako's home alone again while Lup's out on a date. But he isn't waiting for an SOS, because this date in particular is with one Barry Bluejeans. Lup probably wouldn't admit it, but she's been cuckoo for him from the moment she laid her eyes on him and he opened his mouth. As far as Taako's concerned, they've been going on dates for ages now, they just lied to themselves and said they were hanging out as friends. But this date is for realsies. “We said it was romantic and everything,” Lup had told him a few days prior, buzzing with excitement.

Lup said she'd be back later that night, but he's honestly not expecting to hear from her until morning. So when his phone lights up, he's confused.

lupdelup

SOS 2

Taako scoffs and goes against SOS protocol, texting her back:

🌮🔔

No

lupdelup

what?

🌮🔔

Unless you give me a reason, absolutely not

lupdelup

I thought the whole point of this system was no questions asked

🌮🔔

I've had to listen to you talk about this guy for YEARS

You get all wistful about it every single time

If you tell me he's a creep or a douche or secretly racist or something, ill call you, but im not giving you a bail out call if you're just getting all in your own head overthinking and freaking out about being on a date with THE barold bluejaens.

lupdelup

Taako please i dont know if i can do this

🌮🔔

Of course you can, you're LUP

He's lucky that you're into him and i know that he knows that

Tell you what

I'll give you an SOS 60

lupdelup

60 is so many though

🌮🔔

I'll call you in an hour. If you still want to bail, then bail. But go back to your man and enjoy it. From what I know about him, it'll be the best date you've been on in months

lupdelup

Maybe even years.

🌮🔔

I'll talk to you in an hour

lupdelup

Fine

Asshole.

Taako sets himself a timer for 60 human minutes and goes about his evening. When it goes off, he considers not calling and waiting to see how long it'll take her to notice. But he's a man of his word, especially for Lup, so he calls. It rings, and rings, and rings. Taako's hopeful, Lup almost always picks up SOS calls on the second ring. It rings one more time before he's sent to voicemail.

The phone beeps in his ear.

“Your call has been forwarded to our automatic voice message system. Lup Taaco isn't available right now. Leave a message after the tone.”

“Told you,” he says, and hangs up.

Lup doesn't come home until morning.

[emma-cantmakeuphermind]

Study Date Pt. 3

Sean Diaz x Reader

1 2 3

Warnings: none,, but kissing? so much fluff

Words: 985

*Y/N's POV*

It's 4:45 pm... Sean will be here in 15 minutes. All day time has gone by so slow, I've been waiting impatiently since we hung up. I already got my math stuff out on my desk, and took my time to make myself look presentable, but not too much to where it looks like I'm trying too hard.

I've liked Sean for so long, but I never really got the impression that he felt the same way. Until I gave him my number and he called our study session a date. I immediately ran to my room and jumped up and down when I got home that day. All my friends tell me that I have terrible taste in guys. I don't understand why though. I mean, yeah, I guess hes not everyone's go-to type. But hes so sweet, and hes a dork. My friends say hes too awkward, but aren't we all? We're 16 year-olds, it'd be odd if we weren't. Now, hes coming over. To my house. To do math work. While my parents are at work. What could go wrong?

It's 5:01, he'll be here any minute. Breath, calm down. Ugh I'm so fucking nervous. Y/N focus, he's coming over for you to help him with math, not for you to fuck things up by being all awkward. Besides, I don't even know if he likes me like that, plu-

*DING DONG*

Shit. He's here. Breath and open the damn door.

I walk out of my room and to the front door. I smooth down my hair quickly before I turn the door knob. As the door opens, we make eye contact. Even though it's simple, I can't help but feel my cheeks get warmer as I smile to greet him with his skateboard in his hands.

"Hi Sean! Come in." I say sweetly. "Hey Y/N, mind if I sit my board here?" he asks pointing next to the door. "Not at all. My parents aren't home so we don't have to worry about them. We'll be in my room anyway so." I trail off not wanting to make things awkward. "Okay, cool." he sounded, bored almost? Maybe I'm coming off too excited? I'll try to tone it down and just help him with his math work.

"So, what parts of the math work are you struggling on?" I asked hurriedly as my excitement has basically completely faded. "I don't understand any of this mean, median, mode bullshit. It doesn't make any sense." he says sounding irritated, but not at me, the math stuff. I grab my books, some paper and a pencil. We sit back on my bed and get comfortable enough so we can work properly.

"Okay so, basically when you're given a data set and you're asked to find the mean, median, and mode, you need to do 3 different things. One find the mean, which is another word for average. Lets use the data set 8,3,5,2,6,8,4,7 for example. To find the average by adding up all the numbers and then dividing by how many number you have in the data set. So for this set we'll get the sum of 43 and then we divide that by 8 and we'll get 5.3, that's our mean. Now we find the median, first we need to put them in order from least to greatest, so 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,8 and we find the number in the middle and in this case we have two numbers in the middle, so all we do is add them together and divide by 2. 11 divided by 2 is 5.5, and there's our median. Lastly we need our mode. This one is the easiest, we just need to see which number reoccurs the most. For this set its 8, because while all the other numbers appear once, 8 appears twice."

(sorry for the rambling lmao I didnt intend that to go on so long)

I pause to look up at Sean, only to be met by his gentle stare. I hesitate for a moment. "Does that make any sense?" It comes out like a whisper. "Yeah, I think I get it now." he doesn't take his eyes off me even for a moment. And it's just now that I realized how close our faces are, as I can lightly feel his breath on my face.

"Good, good. Um so" I fail to form a complete sentence as my heart rate continuously climbs. Sean's eyes flicker down to my lips for just a millisecond, I would've missed it if I had blinked in that moment. And in this moment I feel like we're finally telling each other everything we've needed to say, without a word actually being said.

Sean finally breaks eye contact, mumbling a "Fuck it" and takes the books, paper, and pencils and tosses them to the side. He takes my face in his hands and places his lips on mine. I sit frozen for a second before I start to kiss him back. I relax a bit with my hand placed on his chest as he grabs my waist for a moment to pull me onto his lap. My arms wrap around his neck to deepen the kiss, as his wrap around my waist.

The kiss only lasts a few moments but at the time it felt like a lifetime. For once I feel like were finally on the same page. I pull away from the kiss and we lock eyes. His stare is a bit hazy almost like hes in a state of complete serenity. I place my hands on his cheeks and pepper small kisses all around his face.

"You missed a spot." he says puckering his lips. I chuckle at this mumbling a quick "You're such a dork." before leaning in again to kiss him on his lips. He pulls away with a lopsided grin and he says "I may be a dork, but at least I'm your dork."

[roseshewrites]

~

A Golden Piece Of You (Slowburn Radio Apple)

Chapter 4: Chocolates And Litterboxes

Present

~

Thankfully, his initial headache had disappeared, most of his angst, and a good amount of the cramps had dissipated by the time, a week after all of that, his daughter made her way to his room.

The moment he answered the door and saw the look on her face, all crumpled up like she wanted to cry, he knew what was up.

"Oh, Char, mother nature hit you bad this time too, huh?"

She just nodded, making a pitiful noise.

"Come on in."

Charlie had barely waited for an invitation though, and flopped onto his bed, rolling herself into a burrito.

"Ibuprofen?"

"Please," came her muffled answer.

"Chocolate?"

"Yeees,"  and from the sounds of it she had squirmed  her way up under a pillow or two.

When he'd found the desired items and plopped them next to her, he did so himself and patted her cover-lump of a shoulder, peeking under the pillows saying, "Everybody in here being irritating shits today?"

He got a glimpse of her wide red eyes, filtered with unshed tears.

"You have no idea," she said.

Honestly, Lucifer wasn't having that much difficulty imagining how frustrating it must be to deal with everyone right now. They were all riding the high of just having gotten through another Extermination.

"I have a very good idea," he booped her on the nose, and she sniffed, flapping his hand away. "Ah, ducky! It'll be okay!"

"NoooOo it won't," she sniffed again, "I, yuh-yelled at Vaggiiie."

"She's a tough gal. You know how many times I fought with your mother when we were both on our cycles? And it always-"

It always worked out?

"Ugh! No! Bad example, bad example!"

He hastily patted her blanket-covered form as she retreated fully back into her pillow nest, wailing inconsolably.

Lucifer couldn't do anything at this point but let her cry it out, because no matter how many times he tried to reach her under her fortress of blanket-hood Charlie's sobs just got louder.

Finally, desperately, he said, "Ho-kay, well, I guess I'll just have to eat ALL these ferrero rochet chocolates by myself!!"

With that, settled back onto propped up pillows, he made a gigantic show of unwrapping one of the decadent candies as loudly as he could, grinning when the blanket-Charlie lump sat up and an arm immerged, sneaking a chocolate from the box, crinkling noises coming from within as the chocolate was devoured.

The girl had never been able to resist a good sweet treat.

Lucifer supposed a movie might go over well right about now and was messing with a VoxTech affiliated streaming service on the flat screen opposite his bed when Charlie fully flipped back blankets, scooched over, and laid her head on his shoulder while he perused their options.

He almost tensed up with surprise- almost, but resisted. It had been a long, long time since he and his daughter had sat in comfortable silence like this, and a tiny warble of his own emotion tried to come up in his throat. He cleared it with a slight cough.

It was Charlie, his baby girl. And no matter how old she was, she was always welcome to snuggle up to him like she was ten years old again, the only stress and anxiety on her mind being skinned knees or the loss of a favorite toy.

Ah, what the hell- he gave in entirely, opening his arms so her blonde head was on his chest, her breathing more regular now and kind of sleepy.

"Put on Cinderella," she said. "Please."

"The first one? A Twist In Time is pretty good though."

"I've never seen that!"

They decided on a movie and watched it together, the chocolate wrappers growing into an ever increasing pile on Lucifer's lap. When the movie ended he tweaked at her ear a little bit.

"Charlie. Char."

"Huh! What!" She jerked up, eyes wide.

"You fell asleep," he grinned.

"Did I! Oh shit. Shit!!"

She threw the covers back, scattering chocolate wrappers everywhere.

"Hey, it's all good. Looked like you needed a good nap."

"No, you don't understand!" - she stood up to straighten her wrinkled clothing, redoing her ponytail as she was going on, "I've got to- I've gotta apologize to Vaggie. I've gotta get a litterbox for Gumbo, and new bedding for the room additions. I've gotta-"

"Slow down, kiddo. Hey! Look at me. Look."

She stopped mid sentence, her eyes still wide with anxiety.

"Vaggie is super patient and understanding," Lucifer said. "Especially when it comes to you. Maybe not to others so much. And Alastor can get his own damn litterbox. Or- I can. I'll do it. Don't worry about it, Char, okay? You have more important stuff to do, and I'm here to help," he promised.

"Thanks dad," she gave him a wobbly, stressed-out smile.

"There's my girl. Now go talk to your lady."

"Will do."

She snagged the rest of the chocolates, dashing out of his room, giggling madly when he hollered, "-HEY!!"

- His door slammed shut behind her exit, and he grinned.

That grin faltered a little bit.

He had a feeling he was going to just LOVE finding a litter box big enough to handle Gumbo's monster shits.

[pardonmydelays]

There hasn't been much news about him [LMM] lately for a while now until this month, so it's understandable to lose interest (I guess is the right term) in him and his projects. Warriors is definitely a huge step back for him! If he really is collaborating with Taylor Swift on this like we all began to speculate in April, then I would have rather it been some extended version of her song from TTPD featuring him. He is extremely capable of writing songs and creating characters for original musicals (even if they are based on a film or novel), and it just disappoints me that he went this route instead of spend his time and energy on a new original musical. Give me a reason to go to New York! I'm still going to to try and go next year anyway because there's a musical I really want to see (and because I am in dire need of going back), but I'm trying to get into musicals more and Lin just kinda ✨ threw away his shot ✨ with this one. As for Disney, yeah, I'm not entirely excited about that too, especially seeing that he probably chose Mufasa: The Lion King over Moana 2. I love "We Know the Way" and "An Innocent Warrior" the most! And "You're Welcome" and "How Far I'll Go". Bro really could've given us more songs like those in Moana 2... I'm sure the music will be good regardless, but it just lowkey sucks that he didn't write any of them.

I hope he has more, EXCITING projects coming up that he's been keeping a secret...

literally all of this - i agree with every single one of your words and i'm glad someone who's also a fan of his work has pretty much the same opinion about all of this (the warriors, collab with taylor, moana 2). there's really nothing more to say about this. we just have to wait and see what happens.

i don't think losing interest would be the right term in my case tho... it's actually more than that and i don't even know if i want to talk about it, but maybe i should. this fandom fucking destroyed my mental health to the point i don't want to be a member of this community anymore. i'm still a fan. i still follow him and i still love his work. i'm trying to keep up with all the updates. i know everyone here probably thinks i just found myself a new obsession and this is the reason i don't talk about lin anymore. trust me, i listened to in the heights the other day and i started sobbing like a goddamn clown. i still love him and i always will. i think it all went down when i created my musical theatre instagram account and started being more active in the fandom... the energy there is slightly different than here. people are actually fighting for his attention. his birthday was like a fucking shit show of who would do more just to be noticed by him. i kinda started feeling like maybe i am worth nothing because i've never met him, never been to new york (simply because i cannot afford it at the moment) or never been noticed, or maybe i haven't been here long enough, well, i also don't have a motherfucking role in this fandom - i'm not a writer, i don't make art, no talents at all, i'm just here to admire and enjoy his work. it all went too far and i was even too fucking tired to keep answering all the asks i was getting about him (and there was a lot of them at some point, probably because i was the most active member of this community on tumblr and someone who was always defending him and people started treating me like a person who knows fucking everything about him and that's just not true). i enjoyed it for a while. then i stopped. who the fuck even am i to be treated like a goddamn leader of the fandom or whatever the case was. i don't know. all i know is that it was just too much. i appreciate the fact that i was getting so many nice messages from all those people but ugh... i was once asked about discord server for his fans and i decided to create one with a huge help of my mutuals. then i fucking left. my own discord server. i don't even think anyone noticed. lmao. nobody actually asked me why, so that's what i assume. i was exhausted and drained. i just think people are taking all of it too seriously??? it was actually my mistake that i ever let myself think i was worth less than others because of all those stupid things. anyway. i don't want any of this. i hope no one in this fandom even remembers me now, maybe except those people i still talk to. the rest is history.

you may think i am making the same mistake now, but no. it's different. i am just here to have a good time, reblog silly pictures with my silly little tags and maybe make some of my mutuals laugh. i also want the new members of the fandom to feel loved and safe and to know that they are all equally important, doesn't matter if they were here years ago or joined last week. it's all just so fucking stupid. i don't have a role and i don't want one. i'm just here to enjoy it, it's way more fun this way - tumblr is actually great for me again.

i have no idea why i decided to use your ask as an opportunity to tell all of this. i don't know. i'm sorry. it just had to be said i fear.

one last thing, if you really want to get into musicals more, i can recommend you some of my favourites. i have a good taste actually!

[milflewis]

trick or treaaaat ❤️ - also a glass of milk for ur hangover🥛

It isn’t until 2017 that Sebastian has a problem with Michael flirting with Lewis.

Michael isn’t at the track for the Azerbaijan Grand Prix. He doesn’t go to many of the races anymore. He hears about it from Niki.

Sebastian calls him after he has seen the data. He’s gone all quiet, voice distorted like he is pressing the phone against his mouth.

It takes Michael a minute to understand what is going on.

“So you’re saying Lewis has forgiven you?”

An inhale. “Yes.”

“Okay. So. Why are you still upset?”

A harsh exhale. “Because he forgave me!”

“Right.”

And then: "I still don't get it."

Another exhale, breath whooshing. The sound comes out all crackly. It is the most defeated Sebastian has ever sounded. "He just — you had to see him. His face. I hurt him when I said those things. That he brake-tested. To him, it was worse I said this, I think. Worse than hitting into him."

Michael had dismissed Lewis when he first properly met him. He had noticed how fast he was, how quick on the corners and the way he managed his tires, and thought: huh. He'd then had a conversation with him, a handful of years later, and well — Michael has never really enjoyed looking in the mirror now has he? That gets boring fast.

But he's not — like Michael that is. Not completely. Not overwhelmingly. Just enough of himself that he's interesting.

Lewis doesn't like being accused of cheating. He's not the cleanest of drivers by far, even if he has tightened up his act in recent years. Michael doesn't have a line — or so he's been told. He never really thought about it before they shoved a microphone in his face and asked him to justify racing that everyone could be doing if they wanted to.

Michael exists on the extremes, threading the edges of things.

Lewis does not. Lewis cannot.

Michael isn't sure exactly what that line is - where the things he does starts and where the things he does not do ends - but he knows that inside Lewis there is a carefully bound book that has been read over and over, and written on its cover in Lewis's blocky handwriting is: RULES.

Being accused of cheating would be one terrible thing to Lewis. Being accused of cheating by Sebastian would be quite another.

From the sounds of it, Sebastian is starting to realise that Lewis considers him his Mika.

"I hurt him," Sebastian says, sounding very small. "I've never done that before. I didn't know I could."

"Yeah," Michael says, because he has nothing left to say but Sebastian is leaving space for him to speak. "You can. You're one of the few who can."

"And then he just forgave me! Like that! I said sorry and I said I was wrong and I said — other things — and he looked at me with The Face." Sebastian curses. "The only thing he says — listen to me now, Michael — the only thing — the one thing, he says is: are you going to tell everyone this?"

Michael hums. He kicks off his runners and stretches out his toes.

"And I say: yes, of course. I was waiting to talk to you. But I will. I was going to. And he just — ugh! He just smiles at me and -"

"Forgives you?"

"This is not funny."

Michael rolls his eyes, grinning. "Okay."

"It's not! He — fuck's sake. What am I supposed to do with this? That's all it took. All. Nothing at all. I want to break something. What do I do?"

Michael shrugs even though Sebastian cannot see him. "You love him. This is what Mika told me."

Sebastian is very quiet for a long moment. Michael would think he hung up on him if not for the sound of his breathing.

"Mika," he says eventually, voice strange. "Right. I forgot about your Thing with Lewis."

Michael doesn't say anything.

"You have to be careful with him, Michael. You have to. Promise me. This matters."

Michael rolls his eyes again. He thinks about telling Sebastian that a person only has enough room in their body for one Mika and Michael isn't Lewis's, and Lewis isn't Michael's, so it is okay. Michael can only do so much damage. He thinks about telling him that he made Lewis laugh — actually full belly, bent over double laugh — and Lewis's hand was warm and heavy on his shoulder. He snorted at the end, hiccuping, and it was a ridiculous sound for a person to make. Michael can't wait to hear it again. He thinks about telling him that sometimes he is the fifth, sixth — tenth — person that Lewis notices when he walks into a crowded room. Michael dreads the day that he isn't seen at all.

"I know," he goes with instead.

"Promise me." Sebastian sounds almost angry.

Michael looks at the ceiling. You're so young, he thinks.

"Promise," he says.

[honeyjars-sims]

1.37 Mutual Understanding

[It's morning and Cece groggily makes her way to the living room, yawning]

Johnny: Good morning!

Cece: AHHH! You scared the shit out of me! I thought I just heard Lexie leave?

Johnny: She did. She got up early to run some errands before class and she said I could stay a little longer if I wanted.

Cece: Wait, you slept here last night? I didn’t know.

Johnny: Yeah, not on purpose though. I dozed off and she didn’t want to wake me since I was sleeping so well. 

Cece: Hey, I’m your sister, not your mom. You don’t have to make up an excuse for why you slept here. You’re an adult, you’re allowed to sleep with your girlfriend. Just as long as I don’t have to see or hear it.

Johnny: I know, that’s really what happened, though. We haven’t even done anything yet.

Cece: Really? I’m surprised with how much time you’ve been spending with each other.

Johnny: I guess I’m just waiting for the right moment.

Cece: Aw, that’s kinda sweet. Especially for an 18-year-old guy. 

Johnny: Well, I really like her so I don’t want to mess anything up. And if I’m being completely honest, I’m a little nervous about it.

Cece: Oh? Have you, like, done it before?

Johnny: Yeah…I mean, a few times, but I'm not exactly experienced. I've only been with a couple of girls. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you about this. You’re not going to run your mouth to Lexie, are you?

Cece: No, I won’t say anything, I promise. I learned my lesson from last time. I’m glad you’re talking to me about it, though, because I can relate to being inexperienced. I’m actually demisexual myself.

Johnny: I didn't know that, but I guess I don't really make a habit out of asking about your sex life.

Cece: Yeah, it's kind of awkward talking to you about it, but really, there's nothing for either of us to be ashamed of. Everyone should be able to set their own boundaries when it comes to sex. Do you think it's just nerves, or is there more to it?

Johnny: I don't know. I definitely want to take things to the next level with Lexie at some point, but it's not always easy for me to put myself out there like that. I know people think teenage guys are horny 24/7, but I think I really have to trust someone first.

Cece: Yeah, same. Unfortunately I've had more than a few guys give me a hard time about it. It would probably be a good idea to talk to Lexie about how you’re feeling though. Who knows, maybe she’s nervous, too.

Johnny: I guess you’re right. I’ll bring it up next time I see her. I'm sorry you've run into so many assholes. So what’s up with that guy you’ve been hanging out with? Do you have feelings for him?

Cece: Ben? I don’t really know. I enjoy spending time with him and we have things in common. I guess I’m keeping an open mind about it. I just don't want to get disappointed again. 

Johnny: It’s nice that you found someone new to hang out with regardless. You seem pretty happy. Wait…did we just have a moment of mutual understanding?

Cece: I guess so! Maybe we aren’t that different after all.

Johnny: I knew my charm would rub off on you eventually.

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[sunriseverse]

For the ask game for fic writers: 2, 8, 10, 20, 27, 37, 45, 52, 55, 75, 88, 99

ah, sass, thank you! i love talking about writing :) this is going below the cut because it got long.

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

hm...................i was going to say that i don't usually have this problem and usually just run into the issue of my own mind refusing to write something that doesn't take into account the societal and cultural context i'm writing the characters in, but then i remembered the time i was writing god knows i can never get rid of habits and i was about halfway through, sleep deprived as fuck, and texted my friend in an exasperated, defeated tone, quote, "the show has repeatedly made me say “ugh fuck there’s a blowjob in my future isn’t there” which sounds wild out of context but the context is i think i can’t avoid writing them fucking in this fic". sometimes i cannot control the characters sometimes they really just want to have sex and i have to deal with this.

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

if you try and give me "concrit" on my fanfic then i rip you to shreds in dms with my friends. i write to excise the spirit of creativity from where it's possessing my physical form, not to have people try and tell me how to "better" my writing. i'm aware my writing tends to have a lot of things people don't usually enjoy (heavily descriptive, emotion-focused, present tense, a more realistic approach to tropes or themes, etc) and i, frankly, don't care. my writing is for me; everyone else is just getting to enjoy it because i'm egotistical enough to post it. (that said, for my original writing i welcome concrit, because i actually have the intent of having them published. i just haven't managed to get around to finishing many original projects, historically.)

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

i do not come up with titles until the moment i have to post to ao3. i hate coming up with titles and am very grateful when i figure out a lyric from a song or a line from a poem fits it. well..........usually, anyway. all my sunrise fics have had pre-planned titles—but, then again, sunrise is very much an outlier, so.

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

i don't think i've really had a defined trope across my writing the last few years? i guess if i had to choose one, probably the 5+1 format or derivations of it.

27. do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

for people to read my rough drafts i would have to have rough drafts. i genuinely don't give a fuck about "perfecting" a piece, whatever gets written the first time is what gets posted. could my writing be "better"? probably! do i care? no. i wouldn't say my writing is the best ever, but i personally like it and that's what matters. that said, i do send screenshots of sections i really like to my friends as i write, because i like making them yell at me.

37. when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

this i guess only really applies to ocs; in that case, i usually come up with a character archetype, an archetype i'm trying to subvert, or an overarching narrative from which i can extrapolate characters. after that, i come up with names based on that, and then appearances are what i come up with last, usually.

45. name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

only three???? no. absolutely not. @lungache @butchybats @lucientelrunya @owengrose @lunarriviera @lunanoc and probably more whose urls i am forgetting.

52. how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?

oh god......................i have so many unfinished fics T^T i have ones that are unfinished but actively being worked on, unfinished but not actively being worked on but which i think about regularly, unfinished and i wish i could finish them but i just never have the time, unfinished because they were a joint project with a friend and then we never finished them and now we're both too busy and not in those fandoms anymore, and unfinished and rotting forever in the cabinet of abandoned wips.

55. do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

uhhhhh okay so. i have. a megop fic (transfomers aligned continuity, pre canon), another megop fic (also aligned continuity), a dc fic, and a gotham fic. the transformers fics would probably be most likely to be completed because i actually have detailed notes for them, the dc fic is dead in the water, and the gotham fic i would have to rewatch the show and i don't need to hurt myself like that again.

75. do you know how your story ends before you start writing?

yeah i need to know at least the basic narrative beats before i start writing. often this means me rambling at my friends in our dms to work out my ideas and the approach i want to take, but i can't start something without knowing how it ends because otherwise it'll never be finished.

88. if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?

hmmmmm i think i would make @xueyang write my mdzs fics because i think they could make them funny. and good. and also emotionally devastating. (hi mar i'm going to write that fic for you i Swear.)

99. was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby? 

actually i never expected to become a writer, despite having been writing since i was a young child. i actually thought i wanted to be a fashion designer. which to be fair i guess kind of happened since i can't stop drawing outfit/character designs. but yeah i didn't expect to become a Writer the way that i am now. it's easily one of the foundational aspects of my life and daily routines, and i could not have expected that the first time i started writing.

[hikennosabo]

trigun multiple bullets random thoughts

if you thought you saw the last of me in the tag... think again!!!

let's fucking goooooo... it's been a little while, so i feel like i'm rusty LMAO...

showdown with the dodongo brothers at honeycomb village (parts 1 & 2):

wow that's a mouthful of a chapter title. anyway.

seeing manga vash with fully blonde hair is... a little strange, now.

OH, SAME WITH SEEING WOLFWOOD... y'know... alive... i fucking MISSED HIMMMMMMM (<- i literally just saw him, i've been rewatching 98 again)

this is so fun i love it so much

oh there are SO many good expressions but if i post them all i'm sure i'll hit the image limit

vash's pout is so cute and funny but i NEED to draw attention to meryl in the corner... i love her sm

vash is twiddling his thumbs... he's so cute...

well these sure are names

even in the black-and-white manga... even though her hair was brown on the color page... we STILL get a blonde milly jumpscare?!?! really?!?!?

AAHHHH... HIS SMILE.... TOO BRIGHT......!!!!!!

they're so silly :( i missed this... waaaah...

oh my goodness, i am in LOVE with this page.

i love wolfwood scolding vash too, lol. it's a conversation they've had many times before, but it feels... idk, lighter than usual?

i love this page soooo much... their expressions are cute. i'm getting "he's an idiot, but he's MY idiot" vibes from wolfwood, lol :') they're in love your honor

and the cliffhanger reveal... i don't have that much to say about the plot tbh... hmmmm, i'm not separating these chapters in this post anyway.

they :)

it wouldn't be a nightow action scene if it was easy to follow, but i'm glad i examined this page in detail instead of letting my eyes just pass over it because

i LOVE this panel... the one in the middle of the spread is great too but i LOVE the angle of this... vash reaching over wolfwood to shoot, while wolfwood shields him... ugh... thank GOD for vashwood

oh my god...... he's so cute.......

GIRLLLLSSSS I LOVE YOUUUUU

OH YEAH, VASHWOOD, BABEY!!!!!!!!!! vash holding on to the punisher... :D

is vash shooting the rockets so they change trajectory... that's so fucking insane. i love it

THE SILLIES

man this was a fun one. i loved seeing vashwood being a battle couple again and just having a relatively low-stakes/light-hearted romp was a really nice thing to read after the horrors. which i am now a few weeks removed from, but they still haunt me...

trigun: the lost plant:

as someone who had (has!! i still love it!) an enduring dr stone obsession in 2021-2022, i am IMMUNE to boichi's art!!! this is significantly hornier than dcst though, not that i'm surprised in the slightest, dcst does have its own horny designs/moments unfortunately... this is the difference between shonen and seinen i suppose--hold on, that's not what this post is about!! *deletes entire other paragraph talking about dr stone*

60 years post-canon... vash's lifespan has been significantly shortened, but i do wonder how much he has left in him. he lived 150 years without any visible black appearing in his hair, so even if he has just a few strands of blonde left, they might last him a long time... well i don't think any of these stories are canon anyway so it doesn't matter LOL

as far as the plot goes...

the explanation for how plants produce matter is interesting but why did it manifest as a child and why is it a black hole and why this specific plant and how did vash even--oh, WHATEVER!! i suppose there is a reason boichi was the artist for dr stone and not the writer.

very cool to see vash drawn in boichi's style though! it's pretty similar to the early dr stone manga, even though dcst came 5+ years later... and the art style of dcst changed over time, although--wait, no, that's NOT what this post is about!!!

the denizens of the sand planet:

okay, this one is by... *googles* wait, this is the guy who did lucifer and the biscuit hammer?? and planet with??? HUHHH... i've only watched planet with, but i've heard VERY good things about biscuit hammer (manga)... anyway

this is a cute story. the found family is cute.

okay sorry this doesn't matter but it is bugging me (ha) a bit. these post-canon stories don't like... actually show us how the world changed after the battle. because it's something i've been wondering about... like, they show a guy cleaning a plant bulb, but would there even be any plants left in bulbs at this point?

and like, this...

wouldn't the exploitation end. like i suppose plants would still get "worn out" eventually, but i would expect more of a symbiotic relationship at this point. so what's with this imagery?

I'M OVERTHINKING IT!!!!! OKAY!!!! JUST ENJOY THE CUTE FOUND FAMILY STORY!!!!

les enfants:

i. am. in. LOVE!!!! WITH THIS ART STYLE!!!!!!

THEY ARE SO FUCKING SHAPED!!!!!!

legato?!?!?! :D :D :D :D :D

ohhh i love this redraw!!!!!! oghhhhhh!!!!!! oooooooogh!!!!!

i love this art!!!!! i love this art!!!!!!

EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP HE'S SLEEPING!!!!!! ohhh i love this. i like the wording too. "decided to slumber"... he's fucking eepy. he's cozy.

ALSOOOOO

RAZLO (i'm assuming)!!! HE'S SO FUCKING. SHAPED. his GRIN!!! IS SO FUNNY. i'm in tears... i love him...

WAAAHHHH COUCH JUMPSCARE... I DONT NEED THIS WHEN I'M EXPERIENCING SUCH JOY GUSHING OVER THE ART...

the art outside the storybook is also lovely, it's very detailed and delicate...

i would like to believe merylmilly got married and grew old together... yeah...

DUDE, I'M GONNA CRY...... vashwood image... this is a really lovely story. definitely my favorite of all of them.

milly/meryl satellite tv:

so they chase him around for 24 hours straight once a week... poor vash LOL

hey hey hey hey hey this is supposed to be a silly goofy fun time why are you showing me this. i'm so sad. i'm glad the family is being fed at least.

i always assumed that "eriks" was a name vash chose for himself but this is way funnier

there is so much going on here

LIVIO LMAO......

yeah that was very silly

raijin: rising:

incredibly jarring tone shift from the previous story lol... i really enjoy the rai-dei focus though. he's cool but he didn't get a backstory in the manga so i appreciate this a lot. i wouldn't mind more stories like this focusing exclusively on side characters tbh.

it gets pretty brutal... i don't know what to say about this story besides that. it's an interesting look at what could've made rai-dei the way he is.

cutting is fighting:

we're ending this not with a bang but with a whimper... swapping meryl in for the haircut scene is... blegh. whatever. and they exaggerate her crush on vash too much. like yeah she's kind of tsundere in canon (moreso in the anime imo) but she's not a teenager yknow? the satellite tv story did that too but that one was supposed to be goofy and exaggerated so it was whatever.

the most interesting thing here is the lack of dialogue. that's a fun creative choice. and i like the gag with vash's hair being too nasty to comb LOL... and the haircut options. that's all...

overall i'd give this a... 6.5/10? 'les enfants' was definitely my favorite by far and nightow's story was a lot of fun too. the others ranged from "meh at best" to "sure, it was good" lol. i liked seeing the different art styles... i don't have much else to say.

[ihaveastorminme]

Hi! This is going to be just a tad bit lengthy, so apologies in advance 😅

I haven’t been really reading fanfics for a few years now but wanted to go back to it because I’ve been missing GoT (despite all the grief it gave us) recently. So I looked at the few choice fanfics I’ve saved in my gallery years ago and saw that I saved yours first. I vividly remember liking yours the most, because of the plot, the court intrigue, the characterisation, the lines, dialogues, and the footnotes (and how far it was from the show lol). So I read it once again and what a delight it has been 😌

Anyway, once I reached the end of what I’ve downloaded, I went to check if you updated it — only to see that the work has been privated (is that even the correct term?). Basically, the whole point of me writing this message is that I wanted to tell you that I’ve been reading on AO3 for yeaaaaars but only now did I create an account and it’s because of your work. I didn’t even know there was like a waiting list system or whatever to create an account there! Haha

ANYWAY, for fear of rambling even longer, I just wanted to say thank you for all of your hard work. I’m shy to send this over at AO3 using my new account that I barely know how to use lol, so please accept my gratitude here instead 🤍

Thanks again and I hope you have a wonderful day 🤗

P.S. i absolutely loved the whole trial arc! I just finished reading chapter 25 and I was stressing the whole time they were interrogating her privately 😭

eeeeeeyyy thank you SO MUCH for this message! it was such a lovely thing to read, and i have read it so many times now T_T. Im so happy you enjoyed the story, its always an amazing [and just very soothing to me personally] thing to hear.

the last chapter was difficult to write because it had been a while since i had written anything. And i had to dive into this interrogation, then the consequences of it; i had a ton of material i wanted to read too, from joan of arc's trial, the history of treason laws and so on. AND i was dreading writing the scenes with Rhaegar and his family tbh. the dynamic of the targs has become more central the more i wrote into this story, and i have developed a weird fascination with them almost.

I'm kinda glad this chapter stressed you out a lil bit XD - I KNOW IT SOUNDS TERIBLE but its because it was meant to. i wanted to create a feeling of claustrophobia, that got more and more intense as the questions got more invasive and then outrageous, and then culminating with Thorne's warning/threat to Sansa, which was a scene i have been planning to write since almost the very inception of this story. like, the moment i started to write sansa's role as a 'speaker' of the northern gods, i knew that the confrontation with Thorne would have to happen at some point [not necessarily with Thorne]. and maybe because i was dreading it a bit, it took me a while to write it, because i've been anticipating it for so long.

i think this might be a reason why the ending is taking me so long too. Because there are many scenes i wrote out [like, the very bare bones of them] from the very beginning of the story. The function a bit like marker scenes and the rest of the story is almost built for them, to earn them. and they're all clustered now at the end. there's a bit of pressure i suppose. im just realizing this as i write and facepalming a bit. saying it - or rather writing it out here - does kinda ease the tension a bit actually.

UGH trust me i know the feeling of wanting to hide into AUs after the disappointment of the shows final season. they lost me early on, at around season 5, so my stories have lived in string-realities of GOT/ASOIAF since then.

I do apologize about the hassle of privating the work - there was this post going around a few months ago about an ai program that was using fic as content-harvesting or something like that. Please forgive the terrible - or inaccurate - explanation, i have no idea how to express it correctly. I understood it to mean that this program was using fanfiction for something or other. and it was suggested in the post to private the fics, to keep this from happening. so i did it, and i dont even know if it works to be honest with you. I hope you didnt have to wait long to have an account - and that you have found loads more fics to save and bookmark to make the hassle worth it, at least - as im sure you have, ao3 is a treasure trove in that way.

Thank you so much for messaging me. Thank you for reading. Please feel free to ramble about anything you want to, either here or on ao3 - I would love to chat, its great. Have the best day and a lovely weekend.

[yagamisdiary]

hi amara! i wish you knew how far parasite has come, and how much i miss this story.

im brazilian, i was born, raised and live in brazil. i have experienced many things at a young age and one of the events in my life was meeting parasite. i started reading parasite at a very lonely moment in my life. at that time depression took over my life. i had no hope for anything else, and that was fine for me.

i was watching snk at that time and i felt so connected and belonging. the fact that there was a whole history involving freedom and death, exactly what i was passing by, gave me a sort of happiness and a short spark of hope (this may sound very childish, i know. i was young and flourishing back then lmao)

i'll be honest with you, i never finished reading the full story because my life was killing me, i can barely remember that time properly. but i remember how i wished that story was real in my life, i wanted to be free, to have a love, a life full of different and sparkling moments.

it's been years since i distanced myself and forgot about snk existence. since i met my beloved soulmate, my boyfriend, all that has changed. all the bad memories with this show have been recreated and filled with laughter and new memories. today, i'm free, i'm someone, i'm loved. i told him "there's a story, called parasite, that really left an impression on me when i watched snk, i'd like to remember it with you." he agreed with me and said he would like to know about it. when i went to research, i saw that you had temporarily removed the story, and since then, i've been thinking a lot about it and my memories with it. i hope everything is okay and that you can release it soon.

hugs from brazil! 🇧🇷🫶🏻

(sorry if my english is bad lol)

HIIIII IVE REACHED BRAZIL????

it’s sorta funny (not funny funny cause i’m sorry u felt that way) but funny in the sense that that’s exactly how i felt writing the story! i was in the same head space you were in

a lot of the stuff in parasite is based on my real life and during the time i first wrote it, a lot of that was FRESH and i was looking for a cheaper version of therapy and i had a fixation on AOT and i was like hmmm like me make a world with the aot characters and just rewrite my life in the way i would’ve liked things to have gone differently

and ugh that must’ve been SOOO frustrating going back after so long and it being gone 😭 i’m so sorry i know everyone wants to read it but i promise that the edits im making are for the better !!! i promise it’ll be worth the wait 🫶🏼

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as Shit I've Heard This Week 5

Another a long one🙃

Medda: Hows it going?

Davey: Not terrible

Medda: Ah... well we aren't aiming for terrible so I guess we're on the right track

Elmer: Do you have memories by Taylor Swift?

Jojo: Do you like Jesus?

Crutchie: What are you wearing tomorrow?

Race: Probably that random guys sweat shirt

Crutchie: Which random guy

Race: The one from freshman year

Crutchie: From the football game?

Race: No the basketball game

Crutchie: Ohh the blonde freshman basketball guy

Race: No the one who had purple highlights

Crutchie: Oh! Okay that guy

Race: Yeah

Spot: Why the fuck did you pull so many guys as a freshman?

Race: You say it like I don't still pull

Jack, either about Medda or his partner: She spewed words at me over the phone but I was mad and I wasn't listening so I have no clue what she was trying to tell me

Race: I was hot. Right? Spot?

Spot, either not listening or avoiding his feelings: That car was going way too fast

Jojo: Is that your stuff??

Elmer: No?

Jojo: Who's stuff is on your chair??? Ugh! Excuse her! What is this

Race, after getting a concussion: This Barbie has brain damage

Race: Okay I woke up and I felt like shit, lately I've always felt like shit when I wake up but it was extra bad today so I just started crying

Davey, who's learned sometimes Race just needs to talk and not be consoled: It be like that sometimes

Race: So I was trying to do my eyeliner but I was crying and that- well that doesn't go too well

Davey: Right because your eye liner isn't waterproof

Race: I really need to invest in waterproof liner but the guy I'm seeing thinks it's hot when my makeup gets fucked up when I suck hi-

Davey: that took a turn a little too far for your volume to still be this loud

Crutchie: are you ready for Mandatory Corn Hole?

Jack: MANDATORY CORN HOLE!!!

Buttons: Have you found the post where she talks about eggs growing on trees?

Jojo: What's being in the school musical like?

Elmer: Uh so do you know Stockholm Syndrome? It's like that

Jack: It's that time the moment you've all been waiting for: me to stop talking

Graves: Hey if you're gonna die just lemme know *gestures to shirt advertising a cemetery he works at*

York: You can get me in there?

Graves: I can dig your grave for you

York: That almost sounds like a threat but I know you

Jack: He's such a little dictator !!!

Medda: I didn't know what you were going to say-

Jack: He's such a dick /tator/

Jojo: Is the test tomorrow going to take all period?

Medda: The way this review is going? Probably

Davey, who recently began to gage his ears and has noticed an accompanying smell: I was trying to read an article-

Race: Was it about how your ears smell like cheese?

Crutchie: ... What

Romeo: I saw you holding out your hands like you were showing the size of something

Race: Oh yeah someone's dick

Romeo: :0

Romeo: I'm gonna go back to reading my gay webtoon now

Oscar: *in the background* I shaved my pubes earlier

Davey: 😟

Crutchie: Did you hear that too??

Davey: I heard it

Crutchie: Who the fuck just says??

Davey: out loud??

Race: *holds out an entire handful of quarters* I put a 10 in the vending machine because I got thirsty

Albert, cishet: shut up

Race, gay and afab nonbinary: Are you???

Albert: Yes.

Race: You just???

Albert: Yes.

Race: You hate gay people!

Albert: Yes!

Race: You hate women!

Albert: Yes!

Race: You just called me a tranny!!!

Albert: Yea!!

Race: :0

(They're best friends)

Davey: I tried washing it off but my hand is still sticky

Race: That's what she said

Davey: :0 you're the reason why non binary peo aren't recognized by the LGBT community

Race: :00

Race, to Albert: DID YOU HEAR THAT

Albert: No. He got away with it. I didn't hear a thing.

Romeo, in an official award acceptance speech: I would like to thank my peers for voting for me to receive this honor, my dad for always supporting me, peanut butter for its buttery goodness, and my friends for always having my back

Elmer, to Buttons in the audience: did he just-

Buttons: thank peanut butter for its buttery goodness? Yeah. Yeah he did.

Elmer: isn't he-

Buttons: yeah he's allergic to peanuts.

Race: Whenever I hear "terrible towel" from the sports ball people I think "cum rag"

Spot: you think WHAT

Sarah: I love sexism I have sexism every night

Race, looking in his phone camera: I am so hot omg

Jack: I'm actually kinda col- oh. I thought you were talking about temperature

Graves: Why's he got his shirt unbuttoned like he's prince Sebastian

Romeo: PRINCE SEBASTIAN??

Graves: from the little mermaid??

Romeo, dying: THATS PRINCE ERIC

Romeo: SEBASTIAN IS THE CRAB

Graves:...

TW SUICIDE JOKE AND F SLUR AS A JOKE

Sarah: Don't worry I would never trade you for money. Only Bitcoin

Davey: Kill yourself. Die

Sarah: You first!

Davey: Kill yourself!

Sarah: You first!

Sarah: Faggot!

Davey: You're a faggot first!

Sarah: Faggot! You like men!

Davey: You like women first!

Sarah: At least they're better!

Davey: Ah- yeah...

Elmer, walking into Brooklyn for the first time: Oh my god! WEAR YOUR CLOTHES!!!

Denton, an english teacher who's never met Jack: Did you know that the West symbolizes death and endings?

Jack: What.

Davey: Legend has it- or SCIENCE has it-

Albert: Shut the fuck up

Race: Sit on my lap

Medda: I would crush you

Race: I've gotten crushed in football I'm used to it

Medda: Not this much buddy

Buttons: It's like when your dog runs away. That's how I feel without Splasher... Fido come home...

Race: It was dark and windy and there were no lights on and suddenly there was a machette

Davey: I was gone for 2 seconds what did I walk into

Specs: This freaks me out. I can't deal with things touching my eye. It's why I don't wear contact lenses. Cuz I'm a big baby

Davey: You get rid of noro virus by... *vague hand gestures* both ends... As people say... And that doesn't mean you play both quarterback and line backer it's... It's not good

Splasher: Will that thing we did last year work again?

Medda: No, I don't think so... It's cool but it's not that cool

(You don't understand how funny this was, it was our (very conservative) biology teacher talking about baiting his freshmen to bring back "phat with a ph" for bonus points)

Davey: I could light myself on fire and I don't think they'd even notice. At some point I think someone would go "...*sniff* *sniff* ugh I don't think lunch is gonna be good today" and they would have no idea that I burned to death

Davey, teacher: *drawing examples on the board* how about that? I'm hard pressed to make anything else because I can't draw but you get the point

Denton: It's like you're stabbing Ms. Medda in the eye

Crutchie: What.

Denton: Like a jump scare like- TRUTH

Crutchie: What compels you to say that? You could have said anything else

Denton: Because that's what it feels like!

Albert: We have a pep assembly on a Tuesday? What has the world come to?

Romeo: Do you want some gmo rats? They count as fruit

Jack: Maybe I'll just wallow in depression and everyone who's here can observe like I'm a zoo animal

Davey: I think that's less likely than biological warfare- which is real. Biological warfare is REAL

Jack: Dave, I love you, but what the fuck does that have anything to do with me asking if it's pizza day?

Davey: sorry I'm in a mood and all I can think about is bio-

Jack: biological warfare? Yeah I noticed

Jack: Some of my answers are like a politician. Like... "He talked a lot but... he didn't really say anything... Like that really wasn't an answer that... I was looking for"

Davey: They're serial killers!

Jack: But the good kind?

Davey: *overjoyed* BUT THE GOOD KIND!! A VIGILANTE!!!

Race: It's science but Master Chef

Davey, tutoring a large group: When these cells mature, they no longer laugh at potty jokes. Until then they're insufferable to be around...

Literally everyone: *silence*

Davey: You guys can laugh that was funny

Everyone: *nothing*

Davey: A... Science joke...

Albert: *exaggerated* Ha ha

Davey: I appreciate that, thank you Albert

Finch: Ah!! A freshman left his water bottle here!! *drags trash bin across the floor and knocks water bottle into it with a meter stick* gross. Infectious. That's how you take care of that

Denton: The original Trojan horse

Race: *gasps* transgender!

Race: Spray tan or tanning bed?

Spot: ...What?

Race: Spray tan or tanning bed?

Spot: ...Neither? Go outside?

Albert: *Sarcastic* yeah go phospholipids

Davey: *excited* yeah! Phospholipids!! That's what's up!

[gwydionae]

Ok, serious question for One Piece fans.

Here's the TL;DR:

I'm at Fishman Island in the anime. I know lots of future spoilers for WCI and Wano. I love pre-time skip Sanji and WCI Sanji. I hate Fishman Island Sanji. The question is, as a Sanji fan, how much disappointment should I prepare for in Punk Hazard/Dressrosa/etc until WCI? Is he going to stay this obnoxious until then?

And here's the rather long explanation rant because sometimes you just gotta vent:

I started reading the manga, like, 20 years ago, but I dropped it during the Fishman Island arc. There were many reasons for this (some unrelated to OP entirely), but a big one was Sanji. He had always been my favorite character, and while there had been moments pre-time skip that I didn't love (see: Clear Clear Fruit and it's improper uses), I found he became downright insufferable after it. I don't have to love everything about a character for them to be my favorite, but FI pushed me past my limit.

I have since skimmed through Whole Cake Island and bits of Wano due to seeing spoilers that made me believe that may have changed over time, and I did really like the parts that I read. Well, most of them, anyway (see: invisibility and it's improper uses, Sanji). So between that and hype over the live action version, I went back and started watching the anime for the first time.

I am once again in the early goings of Fishman Island, and I am STRUGGLING. Every time Sanji is on screen my brain is warring between remembering what I like about his character and what I'm seeing play out currently. He used to be overly fond and protective of woman, to the point that his inability to fight them hindered the crew. Now he's an active pervert drooling in the face of every pretty woman who is hindering the crew simply by bleeding to death at the sight of any woman including his own crewmates. Had this happened, like, once, MAYBE twice, ok, it's a dumb gag, but whatever. But it's not a one off gag. It just keeps going, to the point where it doesn't feel like a gag anymore so much as an actual character trait. It's like his flaws (which can make for interesting character drama, like his inability to physically harm Kalifa) are now his core personality, and everything I liked about him isn't even there anymore. Heck, part of his training was to learn to cook foods to help his crew, and he hasn't even cooked anything yet, and he was separated from his crew for two years!

(Ugh, don't mind me, just unearthing feelings buried real deep a decade ago. ANYWAY)

I know he gets better. He'll never feel quite like his pre-time skip (especially pre-Thriller Bark) self again, but I know that WCI adds in some really interesting layers to his character, and while Wano still has his perviness turned up a bit higher than I'd prefer, there's real depth to his character to keep him from sinking back into the one note gag that is Fishman Island. He will get growth. He will go back to being an enjoyable and rounded character one day.

I just really need to know exactly how long I have to wait for that to happen.

Sanji is (obviously) not the only thing I like about One Piece. I like nearly all of the Straw Hats, I've gotten attached to more than a few side characters over time, and the fact that it's so long and hasn't (to my knowledge) felt like a mad scramble of retcons is highly impressive.

But here on good old tumblr, I expect people to understand about the blorbos. They're different. They're special. And feeling like I wish one of them would finally succumb to death by nosebleed is, to put it mildly, not ideal.

And thus the question at hand. Because if I have to put up with this Sanji all the way until WCI, I might just scream. But at least if I have the warning ahead of time, I'll know to expect it rather than fruitlessly hoping he gets better before then.

Just give it to me straight, doc. How bad is it?

(The one thing I know of him between now and WCI is that his mind/soul/?? gets stuck in Nami's body - not sure for how long or what all he... does... in there, though. So please spoil that for me. I do not want that kind of surprise.)

[night-market-if]

Zinnia 🥺🥺 just finished chapter 12 and I have to say I love it. I'm feeling so many things right now that I don't know how to express them all, but I'll try.

I'm so devastated for Milo and MC. The moment Milo realizes the plan didn't go the way it should and it being too late just 😭 ugh even after all that how can I not love him????

I don't know how you always manage to make things make sense with each new revelation while still making us question what is going on! I feel like I understand him more now and like i don't know him at all, but I suspect that's how Milo likes things to be 😂

I still remember finding this blog when you were still writing paper lanterns and thinking to myself that I would read the first chapter when it came out to see if I liked it, and then wait until the night market was complete to start reading. I've been on the internet for too long and read too many wips that ended up being abandoned, so I didn't want to get my hopes up. But when chapter 2 dropped I couldn't help myself lol I'm so glad I didn't wait!

Reading your story each month has been like a warm blanket for me. It's one of my happy places now ❤️ Even reading your responses on here brighten ups my day a little bit!

Your characters feel so real that even when I disagree with them (Milo 👀) I can tell there is a reason why they are the way they are, how their pasts have shaped them, how complicated their emotions are in the face of what's going on.

Sorry for rambling, I don't know if what I'm writing makes sense because I'm still processing this chapter and english is hard 😂

Thank you so much for sharing this story with us, I can't wait to see what you have in store for book 2, bit in the meantime I'll be re-reading book 1 every chance I get!

Dropped wips was what I was so afraid of when this started. I knew I would see this through to completion if there was enough interest, but I started getting really worried about writers block. Or what if one of my kids got sick. Or what if something happened that just left me in a creative drop.

Since starting this story, I have gone through some personal things with my family life, have lived on only a Patreon income because my husband had to go on strike for almost three months, been up to my ears in medical bills, wondered how in the hell I was going to feed my kids at the time. We have gotten sick multiple times. We have started homeschooling. We have had breaks in very important friendships. And I just kept writing. It was a point of pride for me. That I was able to do this thing that I've wanted to do for so long, despite feeling sometimes like my world was being held together with Elmers glue. LOL! I don't regret starting this story for an instant. I don't regret the work I've put in either. It has provided me and my family with such a comfort over the last year that I completely understand when you say this story is a warm blanket. I am the author of it, yeah. But I am also a fangirl of these characters too.

Thank you so much for reading this and thank you so much for giving me a chance to prove what this story could be.

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[mymaleficaria]

mthedm ---> mymaleficaria

Hi gang! I've had this blog since high school, but somewhere in college it fell into disuse and disrepair. I've been itching to get back on here, as a space on the internet that's not...ya know *gestures at the Twitter-sized elephant in the room*. But I also wanted to go in with a fresh coat of paint and reintroduce myself to y'all, maybe even make some new friends (or enemies. That could be hot.) A lot has changed!

Wait, why do I follow you?

Statistically, you followed me because of Wolf 359! I was big into podcasts back in the day, WTNV, Wolf 359, all those. I also wrote some Wolf 359 fics and was semi-active on the discord. Still fondly remember the show and might reblog fanart once in awhile, but it's not the direction this blog's going to go, so feel free to unfollow if what up I'm to now isn't your jam.

What's this blog about now?

Wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy? Frankly, I'm ADHD as fuck, so that'll vary by the day, but I have a few fandoms (do we still say fandoms in the year of our lord 2023???) that I've been into lately.

Dimension 20: I started watching D20 a little less than a year ago, and it entirely took over my life. It's just a series that's so robustly funny, wonderfully told, and never fails to make me smile. I'm especially fond of ACOC and Fantasy High.

Dracula Daily: I'm in this shit for the long haul! I think Lucy and Mina should kiss, but that's neither here nor there.

Game of Thrones/HotD: This show ended in a trash fire, but it literally lives in my head rent free. The political intrigue, the drama. Ugh. I'm a targ girlie through and through, so I've been eating up HotD, though it's nowhere near as good imo. Am also currently reading the 1st ASOIAF book.

YA lit/Whatever I'm reading/watching: I've read almost 50 books this year so far, and am frankly, insane. Bonus points for queer reads! Not many people to talk about books to irl, so might ramble about them on here instead. Also watch a lot of random TV drama and some anime.

Writing: I'm a fanfic writer, and a fiction writer in general, so I'll post stuff about writing--complaints, story snippets, link to my fics, etc! Headcanons and all will be found here. I've also copyedited before, which is like writing but if you get even more nitpicky about it.

Personal/Whatever the hell I feel like/My D&D Games: Life happens and sometimes you want to scream into the void. Ramblings, jokes, whatever. I transed my gender in the past few years and sometimes I'm mad about it! I also just graduated college! Madness! I play a lot of TTRPGs, and I'm usually on brainrot for one of my characters at any given time.

Why's your new username that?

One of my favorite book series is The Scholomance by Naomi Novik, and in the series, Maleficaria are the horrifying monsters that threaten to kill the students every day, and what is tumblr if not a place full of vile, evil beings? Plus, it means you all can call me Mal.

Anything else?

Nope! Other than to feel free to drop me a line and say hello, especially if you want to scream about D20. I'm p alone in this brainrot irl, so I'm pretty much always down to talk about the Bad Kids... especially Adaine and Fabian. I'm also always down to take fic suggestions in my asks! This show genuinely lifts me up when I'm down, so sharing it with people is one of my favorite things.

My fics (shortlist):

In Sweetness, There is Violence: Angsty ACOC one-shot about if Ruby had made a different choice in the finale. Obligatory Caramelinda Caramelinda-ing.

the words i speak are wildfires: A HOTD one-shot I intended to be smut, that ended up instead being more like a romantic sapphic moment of healing between Alicent and Rhaenyra. What can I say? I like childhood friends to enemies to lovers.

Stay Stellar: An unfinished (and, very likely, discontinued) 15-chapter high school AU for Wolf 359 that I wrote with an old friend. Featuring some truly crazy shenanigans, a lot of embarrassing Kepcobi moments, and a surprising amount of theatre.