#also i'm super curious as to where you got the sheets from

[sunny44]

Secret love

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Leclerc!reader

Warnings: Charles is a jerk, Carlos surgery and other things.

Summary: Carlos and Y/n are dating and Charles is not aware about it, unless he knows.

Continuation “Stubborn”

We were lying in his bedroom on his house in Monaco, naked, and I had my head on his chest while he traced imaginary circles on my back.

"You know we can't hide forever, right?" He says, and I grunted in frustration.

"Don't ruin the moment," I say, burying my face in his neck and he laughs.

"I'm serious."

"Who says we can't?"

"I did."

"But you were also the one who said that hiding made the sex even hotter."

"And it does, but we can't keep your family in the dark about this."

"And why not?"

"Because I don't want to keep mine in the dark either," he says, and I sigh. "I know your brother probably won't approve or he'll freak out, but I don't want to have to restrain myself from kissing you just because we're in public."

"I know, but I'm sure he'll freak out and I'm not in the mood to deal with him."

"Okay," he says, getting up and putting on his underwear.

"Carlos," I sit up in bed, covering myself with the sheet.

"I'm going to take a shower," he says, heading to the bathroom but stopping before entering and looking at me. "I respect your decision, and I always will, but that doesn't mean I won't be hurt or disagree with what you want."

I sighed, lying back down as he entered the bathroom. I grabbed my phone and saw messages from Charles, but I ignored them.

Carlos and I always got along well, but initially, there was nothing special about our relationship. Until something changed, and I couldn't help but notice how attractive he is. So we started getting involved, and it's been 5 months now, and a week ago he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I understand that he wants to introduce me to his family, and I want to meet them, but the moment that happens, I know soon my family will also find out and I'm not ready to deal with Charles.

I got up and went to the bathroom, and he was still in the shower. I entered with him and hugged him from behind, feeling him hold my hands.

"I want whatever you want. If you want me to meet your parents, if you want me to stay with you in Madrid or anywhere else." he turned to face me. "I want anything as long as it's with you."

"I know your brother is difficult and super protective when it comes to you, and I'm pretty sure he won't like me dating you at all, but I'm tired of hiding around when all I want is to hold your hand in public, kiss you when I got a podium, or hug you when I have a bad race."

"And I want all of that with you too." he smiles and kisses me.

"We can go to Spain and have dinner with my parents and my sisters." He strokes my face. "Charles won't know, and then we can decide how to tell him."

"Sounds like we have a plan."

...

I got home and took off my shoes, putting them by the door, and took off my coat.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, and Charles came over.

"Where have you been? I called you several times, and Mom said you've been out since yesterday."

"I went out."

"And where did you sleep?"

"Why were you looking for me?"

"I wanted to know if you're up for skiing together this weekend?"

"No, thanks." I started walking to the kitchen, and he followed me.

"Why not? You love skiing."

"Because I don't feel like being a third wheel for you, Lorenzo, and Arthur."

"Oh, come on, you always hang out with us."

"Yeah, that's why I know it won't be fun."

"Okay then. But anyway, what did you do last night?"

"Why are you so curious, just leave me alone."

"I need to know if you went out with someone."

"I did go out with someone."

"And who is he? I want to know if he's good for you."

"He is, and you don't need to know anything."

"Just tell me it's not Pierre."

"Ew, no. He's like a brother to me, and isn't he dating someone?"

"Oh right, I forgot." I sat on my bed, and he was still following me. "But anyway, who is it?"

"Ugh, you're so annoying, leave me alone."

"I need to know if he's right for you."

"You don't need to know anything, and you don't need to approve anything."

"Of course I do."

"I never evaluated any of your girlfriends, so you won't do it to me."

"But I'm your older brother, and you give your opinion about my girlfriends either way."

"It's because you're a jerk."

"Hey, why am I a jerk?"

"Because you use the same stupid excuse about focusing on your career and Ferrari and then you show up dating your ex's friend."

"Alex wasn't even Charlotte's friend, you're only saying that because you don't like her."

"Good thing you know." I said, getting up. "And Arthur is another jerk, the only one who's decent is Enzo."

"Okay, seriously, let's not argue about my relationships again."

We had argued before, not speaking for about two weeks. I have nothing against Alex; she's kind, but Charlotte was like a sister to me, and the way Alex entered our lives shortly after he and Charlotte broke up, I hated it. Not to mention the fact that she pushed in the beginning to be my friend, which ended up making me not like her.

My brother's relationships are none of my business, but as a woman, I think it's ridiculous that he gives these same excuses about Ferrari only to show up with someone else shortly afterward.

"Well, I'll go back home and see you at the next race then."

"See you later, and have a good trip."

...

I was at the airport in Spain, and I told him he didn't need to pick me up since he's well known here, and picking up his teammate's sister at an airport where people know him is a bad idea.

So he came to pick me up, but he was in a car with tinted windows so dark that I couldn't see it was him, and I was also covered enough so no one could see me.

"Hi, love." I got into the car and kissed him.

It had been a few weeks since we last saw each other.

"Hi, love.”m he replied and kissed me again. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." I rubbed our noses together, and he laughed.

"I missed this too."

"That's good because there will be a lot of it in the next few days."

We're going to Mallorca, where his family spends their holidays, but since there's a race next week, we'll only spend the weekend before heading to Austria.

"My parents are excited to meet you."

"That's great, it makes me less nervous."

"Don't be nervous, they'll love you. And my sisters too."

The rest of the way was silent, but a comfortable silence. Carlos spent the whole way with his hand on my thigh, making me feel my heart race even more when he parked the car at their house.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just nervous."

"Everything will be fine," he looked at me, and I gave him a quick kiss. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"I love you too," I gave him another quick kiss and we got out of the car.

We grabbed our bags and went into the house, and I could hear several people talking at once, and I didn't understand anything, so they were probably speaking Spanish.

"Good morning, everyone," he says, and everyone stands up to greet us. "This is my girlfriend Y/n."

"You're beautiful," his mother smiled and hugged me. "Carlos spoke very highly of you."

"Thank you," I smiled.

“You remind of me of someone.” She says.

“I’ll guess that I remind you Carlos teammate.”

“Actually yes, you looks like Charles.”

“I’m his younger sister.” She looks surprised. “I’m basically his feminine version, we look a lot.”

“Wow, that’s surprising.” I smiled.

“A good surprising I hope.”

“Of course.”

“She showed me a photo of them when they were younger and they were basically twins.”

“What’s the age gap between you two?”

“Charles is 26, I’m 24 and Arthur my young brother is 23.”

“You all grew up very close.”

“Yes, and I also have a older brother, his name is Lorenzo. He’s 35.”

“You must missed having girls around.”

“Yeah, it was just me and my mom surrounded by boys.”

After chatting a lot, Carlos and I decided to go to our room.

"My brother knows I have someone." I said, sitting on the bed, and he turned to look at me.

"Does he know about us?"

"No, he just knows I have someone."

"Okay, do you want to tell him?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "At the same time that I want my family to know, I also don't want him to know."

"Well, let's enjoy our weekend and worry about that when it happens."

"Okay," he came towards the bed and climbed on top of me.

"Now I just want to enjoy the company of my girlfriend alone until I have to share you with the others."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that," he smiled and kissed me.

…

The weekend went by extremely fast and we were on a plane now heading to Austria. My brothers were there, and Carlos and I were going together.

When we arrived at the hotel, my brothers were coming out to the exit and saw us together.

"What are you two doing together?" Charles asked.

"We came on the same flight." Carlos replied.

"I thought you were in Spain and would come from there to here."

"I had to go to Monaco first."

"Ah, okay," I sighed in relief. "Come on, you're going to share the room with me."

"Did you come alone?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." He picked up my suitcase. "Bye, Carlos, thanks for the help."

"You're welcome," he smiled and followed Charles to the room we were in.

"There's only one bed, so..."

"No problem." I said, putting my bags in a corner.

"Were you and Carlos sitting together on the flight?"

"Not technically, but I convinced a guy to switch seats with me."

"Do you like him?" If I hadn't controlled myself, it would have been obvious how shocked I was when he asked.

"He's nice."

"That's good that you have a boyfriend; I wouldn't want you and him to have something."

"And why not?"

"We're on the same team, even though we're friends, we're always competing, and Carlos isn't the best boyfriend in the world."

"And why do you say that?"

"Because he ended a long-term relationship just to be with some model." I sighed.

"You're the last person who should be talking about being a good boyfriend."

"Why are you defending him?"

"It's not about defending; it's about saying that you can't judge someone by their relationship choices when you yourself don't know how to make them." He went silent. "And you know that's true."

"Whatever, let's all go out to dinner."

"I'm tired."

"That wasn't a question."

"Ugh, fine." I said, going into the bathroom to take a shower.

I got ready and we met up with my other brothers. When we arrived downstairs, I saw Carlos dressed up, and obviously, I had to disguise my reaction.

"I invited him; he was alone," Charles said to me.

"Oh, that's great."

"Why are you suddenly excited?" He asked after noticing my change in mood.

"Because I'm hungry and happy that you're going to pay."

"Who said I'm going to pay?"

"I did. You earn way more than I do."

"Haha."

I managed to sit next to Carlos without making it obvious that I wanted it to happen. We ordered dinner, and while we waited, I felt his warm hand on my leg.

"So, how are you guys feeling about this weekend?" Lorenzo asked the two Ferrari drivers.

"I think it all depends on how the car performs on the track, but I'm trying to be optimistic." he said, and I put my hand on top of his.

"Yeah, let's see if we can get on the podium." At that moment, our food arrived.

...

After dinner, we talked for a while longer until we went back to the hotel. Obviously, I wouldn't be able to sneak away to Carlos's room since I was sharing a room with Charles.

After I removed my makeup and put on comfortable clothes, I texted Carlos to meet me in the pool area.

"I'm going for a walk; are you going to sleep?" I asked Charles, who was already lying down.

"Where are you going?"

"Just walking around a bit, exploring the hotel. I won't be able to do this once we start going to the Paddock."

"Oh, okay, I'm going to sleep. Take the room key."

"I got it, call me if you need anything." He agreed, and I left the room and went to where we had arranged to meet.

"Hi.” He whispered, hugging me around the waist.

"Hi." He kissed me, and I smiled in the middle of the kiss.

"You have no idea how hard it was to see you in that dress and not kiss you."

"You also looked very handsome in that outfit." He smiled. "It's always nice to see you in clothes that aren't Ferrari, I think Charles is the only one worse than you."

"Oh, come on."

"Seriously, you guys have no sense of style."

"Okay then, I'll leave it up to you from now on what I'm going to wear."

"If it's up to me, you won't wear anything from now on." He laughed.

“Whatever you say.”

"I can't stay too long." I said to him, who grunted.

"Alright, we'll see each other tomorrow then." I agreed. "Are you going to wear my shirt?"

"Your dream." He smiled. "Do you have a spare one?"

"Seriously?" He asked surprised.

"Seriously."

"I do. Let's go get it." We went to his room, and he grabbed a shirt from his suitcase and handed it to me. "Thank you."

"Are you sure you want to wear it? I know I want everyone to know about us, but I don't want you to feel pressured into it."

"I know, but I realized just now that we've been meeting in secret like two teenagers in a forbidden relationship. We hold hands under the table at dinner and all because I'm afraid of my brother's reaction." He looked at me. "I don't want to hide my love for you; it's not something I'm afraid or ashamed of."

"Whatever you want, I'll be happy." He cupped my face and kissed me.

"I love you." His eyes sparkled. "I love you so much, and I want you to always know that."

"I love you too, my love." I rubbed our noses together, and he laughed.

"Well, we have to sleep now because tomorrow is going to be very busy."

We said goodbye and went to our rooms to sleep. I took off my clothes, brushed my teeth, put on my pajamas, and lay down.

"Are you okay?" He asked sleepily.

"I am, you can go back to sleep." He gave me a kiss on the forehead and fell asleep again.

...

The next day, I woke up alone and saw a message on my phone from Charles saying he had already left and others from Carlos.

Carlitos 🌶️

Carlitos 🌶️

Good morning, Hermosa

I’m already heading to the track, and I’ll see you later

Don’t feel pressured to wear the shirt; if you don’t feel comfortable, wear something else

Love you

Me

Good morning, my love

I'm still thinking about the shirt

But don't worry, if I wear it, it's because I want to

Love you more and see you soon

In the end, I decided not to wear the shirt today but on race day, and since today was just practice 1, I decided to do that.

When I arrived at the paddock, people were taking photos, but they seemed more focused on me than usual, and when I got to the garage, I could see the anger in my brother's eyes.

"Is this serious?" He asked me angrily . "Carlos, seriously? And you even had the nerve to lie to my face all this time."

"Charles, calm down," Lorenzo held his arm.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on is that you're sleeping with him," he said loudly, and some people looked.

"Hey, lower your voice," Lorenzo once again reprimanded him.

"Seriously, I don't understand your problem, judging me all this time for my relationships while you were doing this."

"I don't understand what's happening?"

"You're dating Carlos?"

"Yes," I said loudly what I had been afraid to say for a long time.

"Then he was the guy you were talking about that day?" Before I could answer, Carlos showed up.

"What's going on?"

"You son of a bitch." Charles tries to lunge at him, but some mechanicsll and my brothers hold him back. "You were here all this time pretending to be my friend, and behind my back, you were sleeping with my sister, seriously?"

"I'm not just sleeping with your sister, I like her. Actually, no, let me correct myself, I love her."

"Yeah, sure, your ex heard the same thing for 8 years until you dumped her."

"Can you stop?" He looked at me. "Just stop."

Everyone went silent, and I just shook my head and left there, I went straight back to the hotel and cried the rest of the day curled up in bed until I fell asleep.

I woke up to noises in the room, and it was Charles pacing back and forth, and I could see the anger in his eyes when he saw that I was awake.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing my things, I'm not going to stay in the same room as you."

"You don't need to, I'm going back home." I said getting up.

"You're not going to stay to watch your boyfriend's race?"

"Can you stop?"

"And why should I? You're a liar, you and him."

“I decided not to tell you, not him.”

"It doesn't matter to me who decided or not; he shouldn't even be with you in the first place." He looked at me. "You're only 24, and he's turning 30, you're at different points in your life, do you really think he's going to want to be with you for long?"

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Because we're always traveling, meeting new people. Do you really think that when he's alone, there won't be thousands of women chasing after him?" I held back my tears. "Do you really think that when he's drunk after a race and some model comes onto him, he'll resist? Do you really think he won't end up sleeping with her, and you'll be the pathetic girlfriend who was cheated on by a Formula 1 driver?"

"Tell your girlfriend what you just said to me, Formula 1 driver." I stepped closer to him. "Soon your girlfriend will have such big horns that she won't even fit through the door."

"You have no right to talk.” He says angrily.

"I'm a much better boyfriend than him, and I don't date my teammates' sisters."

“Stop making things about you Charles.”

“I’m not making things about me.”

"Yes you are. Do you know how hard it is to be related to you? How hard Enzo, Arthur, and I had to fight for some attention in this family?”

"That has nothing to do with the situation."

"Yes, it does. You always find a way to make things about you. Why can’t you just see that I’m happy with him? Is it so hard for you to let me be happy?" He doesn't say anything. "Things always were and always are going to be about you, how you wanted to do go-karting, how dad was always helping you and never had time for me, how your career affected Arthur’s career, how mom didn’t go to my college graduation because it was your F1 debut. Do you see how it is? You're always in the spotlight in the family. Enzo is the first child, so he is special, Arthur is the youngest, so he gets a lot of attention, and you are the superstar. And what am I? I'm the one who always is put to the side, and for the first time in years, I'm happy and you’re still making about you"

"Then why are you here fighting with me instead of just ignoring what I think is best for you and going after him?"

"Because you're my brother. I’ll always put our family above my happiness and even though you're an idiot, I still love you, and I still care about what you think of me." I wiped the tears from my face, and he fell silent. "And I shouldn’t care since I’m no one to you."

"Y/n…"

"No. You made it very clear that I'm just a slut for Carlos to sleep with until he finds someone better." I shouted in his face. "I never treated you disrespectfully, regardless of the stupid decisions you make daily, and at the first opportunity you had, you treated me like a nobody instead of your little sister."

I grabbed my suitcase and left. I wasn't really going to Monaco because there were no flights and I didn't want to be alone at this moment, so I went to the only place where I would really feel safe.

"Hey, don't cry." It was the first thing he said when he opened the door. "It's going to be okay."

"I'm sorry." My voice came out low and faltering.

"You didn't do anything wrong to apologize to me for." He hugged me tightly.

"I need to because my brother shouldn't have said those things to you." He grabbed my face and made me look at him.

"I don't care about anything he said to me, and I don't care at all about what he thinks of me. What I care about is that he hurt you over something that's none of his business."

"Can we not talk about him anymore, please?" And once again, I was crying.

"I'll prepare a bathtub for you, okay?" I agreed and sat on the edge of the bed while he went to the bathroom.

We stayed silent the whole time; he prepared the bathtub, tied my hair up in a bun, helped me with my clothes, and my body relaxed as soon as it touched the water.

"Do you mind keeping me company?" He smiled and took off his clothes, sitting behind me.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I know, and I love you too." He kissed my forehead, and we returned to silence.

I think we stayed for about 20 minutes until the water cooled and then we got out, got dressed, and went to bed to lie down.

"Everything will be okay if you're willing to continue, your brother will accept it over time." I agreed with him.

"I hope so because I don't know how it will be if he hates me forever."

"He doesn't hate you, he's just upset."

"How do you feel about this weekend?" I changed the subject.

"I think it’s okay."

"Is there any problem with the car?"

"It's not that, it's just that I've been feeling a bit strange." I got up quickly.

"What do you mean strange? You’re sick and here I am lamenting over my idiot brother." I put my hand on his forehead and saw that he was a little warm.

"I'm fine, I’m just a little warm.”

"Okay, but if you feel anything different, let me know." He agreed, and I lay down again for us to sleep.

...

Carlos woke up unwell today; his fever was high, and he didn't seem very well, but he was insisting on going to practice.

"You have to stay and rest."

"I'm fine; it's just a fever."

"It's not just a fever; this could get much worse later."

"Hermosa." He held my hands on his face. "I'm fine; everything will be okay."

"Just promise me you'll take care of yourself and not push beyond what your body can handle."

"I promise." He gave me a peck on the lips and smiled. "Are you sure you'll be okay here alone?"

"I'm more worried about you than me, okay."

"I promise to come back as soon as possible and not to overdo it."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too." With that, he left.

A few hours passed, and I saw that a strange number was calling me, and for some reason, I decided to answer.

"Hello?"

"Is this Y/n?"

"Yes."

"This is Roberto Merhi."

"Oh, hi, is everything okay?"

"I'm here to talk about Carlos; his fever got worse and he was taken to the hospital to do some tests, and in the end, he'll have to undergo emergency surgery to remove his appendix, and before he went, he told me you were his girlfriend and asked me to call you."

"My God, which hospital?" I asked, already putting on my sneakers.

"I'm parking in front of your hotel and we'll go together."

"I'm coming down."

The trip to the hospital was horrible; I only knew that he had to have surgery, but I didn't know if he was already having it, if he had already done it, or whatever was happening at the moment. The only thing I knew was that I needed to see him.

"Hi, you have a patient here named Carlos Sainz, and I'm his girlfriend."

"Your name, please?"

"Y/n Leclerc." She agreed.

"He entered surgery 10 minutes ago, but it's a simple procedure, so if there are no complications, he should be out in at most an hour."

"Thank you."

"You can wait in the waiting room."

The waiting time was agonizing ; Roberto and I stayed there waiting for news.

"How did you two meet?"

"Well, it was at the Paddock; we always got along well, and I often come to see Charles race, so we got closer, and here we are."

"I bet your brother doesn't know or doesn't like it." I laughed.

"He didn't know until yesterday, and he doesn't like it today." He laughed too. "It's complicated."

"I can imagine."

"Miss Sainz." I stood up as the doctor arrived.

"Yes?"

"He's doing well, the surgery was a success, and he was asking for you."

"Thank you." I went to the room, and he was lying there, smiling when he saw me.

"Hi, love.”

"Hi." I went to him, and he took my hand. "You promised you wouldn't strain yourself."

"Don't make me laugh." He said, already laughing.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

"How do you feel?"

"Like I've been opened up and closed again."

"Stop joking."

"I'm fine, obviously, it still hurts, but the doctor said I'll be fine."

"I was so worried when Roberto called me."

"I didn't mean to worry you."

"I know you didn't, but I worry anyway."

"Come here." He shifted to the side, and I lay down with him.

"I love you." I felt him smile since his face was against my head.

"I love you more."

"Excuse me." We looked at the door and saw Charles there with a balloon. "Can I come in?"

"Come in." Carlos said, and I got up from the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"I could be better, obviously, but I'm okay."

"I brought a balloon." He handed him a helium balloon.

"Congratulations on motherhood?" I asked.

"It was the only one available." Carlos laughed.

"Thanks."

"Can I talk to you?" Now he asked me.

"Depends, will we be civilized?"

"Yes."

"I'll be right back, okay?"

"Can you bring me some water later?"

"Of course." I smiled and left the room.

"I'm really sorry for everything, I was an idiot, and I shouldn't have meddled in your relationships, and I also shouldn't have talked to you like that." He said. "It's just that you're my little sister and I can't stand the fact of someone having access to your heart to the point of being able to break it."

"Charlie, I love you for wanting to protect me, and I know your intentions are good, but the way you handled the situation hurt me." I wiped a tear. "I know you don't like the idea of me dating your teammate, but I love him, and we're not just fooling around, it's serious, and I don't need you to like it, just to respect my decision."

"And I do respect it." I agreed. "I love you, you know that, right?"

"I know, and I love you too, Charlie." He hugged me tight. "I'll go bring the water."

"Okay."

"Are you staying longer, or are you leaving now?"

"I'm leaving now; I just came to see you guys. I still have to race tomorrow."

"Oh, right. I would go and watch, but..."

"It's okay; you have many races to watch. Don't worry about me, just take care of him."

"Bye, Charlie."

"Goodbye, Y/n." He leaves, and I go back to the room.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, drinking the water.

"Now it is." He smiles, and I turn on the TV and lie back down on the bed with him.

[venomous-qwille]

hi qwille!!! I got questions for u! you have lots of characters planned out, and that’s super cool! but how do u usually go about that process? like all your characters are very unique, and I wonder about the design process, as well as how you make their personality distinct! how do you make character dynamics/relationships? because all the scenes I’ve read so far make the characters feel really organic, and mesh really well together! (sorry for all the questions! I’m super curious ^w^)

Hiya! Here is an answer I wrote for this question on discord recently ^^

I will try answer this as thoroughly as possible!

There was a LOT of kill your darlings involved in making characters for gitm. Originally I had a very long list of character ideas that I cut down and down based on the kind of things and themes they would give me the opportunity to write about. I love long ensemble cast stories, thinking back to ones I particularly enjoyed and the ways those characters gelled together helped me a lot. The most important thing when selecting characters was making sure they would give me something interesting to write about! I was also very keen on ones that let me explore the fics main theme of Family from a different angle. I'm not sure how helpful this all is! But yeah, I try to be pretty strict with myself about what I include. The only reason I would include two characters who were very very similar would be to emphasize a difference/divergence between them later on. Characters have to justify themselves by bringing something unique to the table, even if that thing is just a 'very different outlook on life' to the rest of the cast. Over time a lot of those character ideas became more fleshed out in my brain, and characters that were cut from the original shortlist made their way back in. They still have to be able to narratively justify themselves in order to earn a channel in the discord though!

For the gitm guys, while I dont have a literal sheet I fill out I do make sure to answer a couple of basic character work questions: What lie do they believe about themselves/the world? How does it impact the way they interact with others? What central theme do they embody most? What do they want more than anything else? How do they feel about humans? Who are they at their best and who are they at their worst? I found that by answering these sort of questions it helped me discover more about them, which creates more questions- rinse and repeat. The more questions I answered the further away they would get from each other in terms of similarities. The thing that really helped with the gitm boys, especially because their origins are so similar, was leaning in to how different their experiences were post-fazco. They are different people because the world has made them that way. Messing around with foils has been useful too! Characters are no fun in a vacuum, it's how they interact with others that makes them interesting. I like to create ones that will bring out the best and the worst in each other. I think about opposites a lot and I really like narrative symmetry- what lessons can the characters learn from each other? I find that stuff super exciting to read so I really wanted to include it. Some examples of character foils in gitm: Fool & Noon, Sombra & Sunspot, Misuta & Sol

When it comes to finding character voice, I do a lot of test drabbles (a couple of them are on this server), which I use to just fuck around until I find something that feels right. For instance- Sol was very very easy to find the voice of, where as Misuta took weeks of rewrites. Sometimes things take time. Spending this time figuring out their voices at the start really helps fic consistence in the long run, I think. Because of all that prep, I don't really have to do anything to 'get into character' when writing their dialogue (it's fairly second nature now).

In regards to coming up with a character's arc, I look at them and their themes and ask 'what the fuck happened to you, dude?' and then 'how has that entrenched a faulty world view on you?' 'what could you be driven to do because of that world view/misunderstanding?' 'what would it take to fix this world view/misunderstanding?' (the last question is the most important one!). Then voila, you have a very loose framework of a (hopepunk) character arc.

In regards to the actual planning of the fic/character arcs, I have a very big miro board (pic attached) that I use for all this! Most of the major character beats are marked out separately to plot beats etc etc. There are still a bunch of bits that only reside in my brain, but I do try to add them to my plan as soon as they become any kind of concrete. All of the characters also have a background chapter (or rather, a series of chapters that form a short story) attached to their arc, that will recontextualise everything you have learned about them so far! I am so deeply looking forward to dropping these (I already have quite a lot written).

I would say that- for your question on character relationships- the answer does come down to being really specific about what you include. Make sure characters are meaningfully different from eachother, give them goals and experiences that clash and then force them to live/work together in the same space. If you have put time into building your characters before that, then you just need to create opportunities for them to get into conflict and bring out the best/worst in eachother. I really do believe that characters are quite boring in a vacuum- which is why I put so much emphasis on including narrative foils ^^ Tyvm for the ask <3

[devilart2199-aibi]

IDW collection reading update! :^) 📖

Just finished Phase 2 volume 3! This volume included: The MTMTE 2012 Annual + issues 9-13, The RID 2012 Annual + issues 10-11, Signal to Noise and Spotlights: Thundercracker, Bumblebee and Megatron!

My thoughts will be below! ⤵️

MTMTE 2012 Annual:

Started off super wacky with Magnus 😂 Then got really interesting with Crystal City disappearing, The Metrotitan being underneath and the Galactic Council making their appearance! I liked how they tried to recruit Magnus and he said nah and smiled :)

RID 2012 Annual:

Absolutely LOVED the vintage/retro comic pages they did for the story/flashbacks of Nova's group!! Why so evil, but so cool looking?? I'm curious to see what all that with the Metrotitan and Starscream meant! 🤔

MTMTE 9-11:

Absolute banger. Probably one of my favorite stories so far!! I'm sorry but a murder mystery?? on Cybertron? in the past?? with stellar art!?! Sign me up any day.

Also it was great to finally learn more about Senator Shockwave and the rest of the Characters! Like Drift, Chromedome and Whirly! The back and forth with all the banter and the layers of fronts and corruption ahhh *chefs kisses*

Also I thought this ⬆️ was so cute bc it's a fact right out of Prowls characters bio/info sheet/page.

MTMTE 12:

This is the Surprise! Give you a mini heart attack issue lol Bc of my own silliness I was stressed the whole time reading it 😂 but it was really good!! We got to learn a bunch about Rewind. And that him and Chromedome are Conjunx' !! 🥺💞

MTMTE 13:

This was a super fun issue! I'm absolutely loving all this Magnus character time!!

The Holomatter Avatars were pretty funny 😂 Whirl was too adorable and I thought it was really sweet that Magnus chose to look like Verity 🥺 Uncle Magnus misses his kid.

I felt bad for Swerve ;_; also I'm excited to see more from Cyclonus and Tailgate!! This ship is full of liars lol 😂

RID 10-11:

10 was an issue where Orion (previously Optimus) is currently hunting down Jihaxus to get answers for stuff and things. There is quite a bit of time jumping back and forth which always gets me confused 😂 it was interesting tho!

Issues 11 Starscream takes action against his Deceptibros (Just Shockwave, Soundwave and their posse really) and I really look forward to his team up with Prowl, if it goes anywhere from here! Also Arcee killing more people rip Ravage, Frenzy and those other guys 🫡 and a wild Megatron makes a reappearance?!?!

Signal to Noise:

It was a little Lost Light interlude! It was from Rung's perspective. I feel like I haven't seen much from him specifically so it was pretty cool and interesting :> Like everything, I'm curious to see where it goes!

Spotlights:

Thundercrackers was enjoyable! It just reinforced that he was good leaning, or at least not one for senseless violence. I really like him and hope he makes a reappearance! I'm curious what he's up to on earth

Bumblebee's was fine. Him struggling to be the leader and feeling like he has to prove himself, but getting the job done!

Megatron's was a banger. I absolutely love his monologs. What he thinks of his Decepticons and the 'Pep talk' he gave Starscream to get him back to his usual self.

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Final random thoughts:

Of all the storylines, MTMTE is still my favorite to read rn. I must admit, Rodimus tho is stressing me out as the leader 😂 I was gonna say my fav characters rn but, there are just too many haha

I've already hopped into volume 4 so I'll be seeing you soon with more ramblings! 👋

[constellations-gift172]

Feathers and Fur pt.1

Everything had always been normal. A normal world. Normal life. Normal toddler. Though by now that toddler barely remembers when things had ever been normal. The last thing he remembered outside of this hell he lives in, was his mother's screams when she saw the wings that sprouted from his back. He wasn’t normal. So they took him away. They were hidden. There had to be hundreds of them, but no one knew. All the kids inside knew was the treatment they had been given, and the training. They were meant to be super weapons for war. So when one was too weak, They would be killed off. This was all Zee had ever known. He had learned to get used to it. He got used to barely knowing any knowledge about the outside world, or even how it worked. Only being learned how to kill in the most effective ways, while nearly being killed himself.

Zee sighs softly as he enters what he was told was his bedroom, but it was more like a cell, after a longer training than he had hoped. Everyone else was already asleep. He sat on what was called a bed, but was just a mattress on the floor, with a few thin sheets as blankets as he looked at the blinding white of the rest of his room, that matched the uniform he was given, and his wings drooped ever so slightly.

then suddenly, a portal opened in the middle of his room. it was see-through, but slightly obscured what was on the other side. so he saw the blurry outline of a bedroom, and... a girl. she stepped through, who appeared to have.. wolf ears on the top of her head... she had two differently colored eyes, the right was white, with an odd, star-shaped pupil, and the other was blue, and a wolf tail to match her ears. freckles dotted her cheeks like stars. she tilted her head at him carefully, a curious, playful look in her eyes. Zee's eyes furrowed, and his wings puffed out slightly. cautious about the girl, though not hostile.

the girl only smiled and offered her hand for him to shake "Hi! I'm Chi. what's your dar??" her tail perked up a little, friendly, and curious about him. Zee's eyebrows furrowed slightly

"Sorry, my what..?" he backed away from her carefully.

she furrows her eyebrows, tilting her head slightly, one ear flopping as she did so. "your dar? gift from the stars..?"

he shakes his head quickly "Gift? No- no these are a curse!" he lets out a soft, dry laugh.

she blinks, before furrowing her eyebrows more, looking around, starting to realize how absurd the surroundings were. this- blinding white room, with nothing but a dirty, years and years old mattress on the floor, with old, ripped sheets... locked secure door, and a large window as the wall for the outer wall, showing a hallway full of rooms just like it, with more kids. most sleeping, getting ready for the long days ahead of them, dreading they aren't good enough to be kept alive.

she looks back at him "What is this place?"

Zee quickly shakes his head "Whoa- back up. Where did you come from?" he was so incredibly confused. he had never seen another person his age so cheery. the most cherry was the kids around 5, old enough to have almost forgotten how they were taken, but too young to really understand the gravity of their situation. plus, he had no idea where she had come from. for all he knew, this was a weird hallucination. he also still couldn't wrap his head around the whole "dar" thing.

the girl shrugs "Fair enough." she smiles "Another universe! I was in my high school dorm before now."

he shakes his head "No- no- that doesn't make sense. how is there... another... universe?"

she hums softly "It's hard to explain? honestly, I'm still new to it myself.."

he whines and looks down, shaking his head ever so softly.

"do... you want to come back with me?" when she said that, it shocked him. there was a slight hope in his eye, that this could be better than what he had. but also... if things were this bad here, how much worse could they be out there? but... what could be worse than this? maybe.. he would just check things out. see if things were safe for everyone else. he would have to come back for them though...

he nods, ever so carefully. She grins and offers her hand, her tail wagging.

he takes it softly, and the first thing she notices is how rough, and callaced his hands were. like he had been a blue-collar worker for 40 years. "I'm... Zee.."

she smiles warmly, and takes him through the portal, which feels like walking into the freezer section at a Costco. a cold chill across his body.

stay tuned for pt 2!!

[brynnamonroll]

I am bothering you with questions and statements.

Do you also sketch what you paint?

How often do you paint?

Are there any pieces you've done lately (or in the past) that you're super proud of?

Is it just a hobby, or do you want to make it more than that? (Nothing wrong with either, just curious)

I swear, I'm not actually the Leanansidhe, and I'm not angling to trade your life forces for inspiration.

Any other artistic impetus besides the need to breathe life into pigment?

Oh! Many questions! Yay!

1. These days I do most of my painting in sketchbooks full of watercolor paper. I sketch in colored pencil (sometimes wax-based where you can see the lines through the paint like Marcille, sometimes watercolor pencil where the lines will blend into the painting like Chappell Roan) and ink and paint right on top of the drawing! If I have a big composition I want to treat with care I’ll draw it on a different piece of paper first and then trace it onto a fresh sheet of watercolor paper with a lightbox.

2. Not as often as I’d like! I did a ton of little paintings during the pandemic but I hit a bit of creative block after I quit grad school and my Horrible Job earlier this year. I got through that by taking up crochet, but the Marcille and Chappell Roan paintings I did recently have help unblock the painting dam a bit. I should paint something this week when I have a bit of free time. I’m ordering some books of stock photos so I can copy the poses since Pinterest (where I used to keep all my drawing references) is nigh unusable these days, between the AI and the ads.

3. As an adult, I’ve really mellowed out about my art being perfectly presentable (and as such the quality has improved a lot.) I’m proud of basically anything that escapes my brain and gets to paper, but I’m especially proud of anything I’ve composed with a background. Riding Home (can’t believe that painting is five years old!) is still one of my favorites and I love the response it’s gotten. On here, my piece with the most notes is this Doropetra piece, which… I think that was my first time drawing something queer? Either way I’m quite proud of it and I know it’s made a lot of people happy.

4. It’s strictly a hobby. I’m addicted to being a W-2 employee and knowing where my next paycheck is coming from. If I drew more high-concept things than fandom stuff, I might try entering into local art shows. My friend is involved in the local poetry scene and I can’t imagine my paintings would be poorly received.

5. >:)

6. I have a big binder full of trading card-sized swatches of all my watercolors and notes on their pigment properties. I am incredibly intense about the pigments, fret not. I like to think that my art is a reflection of my education in art history. When I’m not feeling super inspired, I will go to my local museums and see what bits and pieces I can take for my own work. I think I learned more about how to paint from studying art history than from most of my actual art classes over the years. In practice though, I’ve been drawing and painting seriously since I was about 12 because I couldn’t find a better way to express how much I loved Pokémon, and honestly most of my art since then has been fandom related. It helps get some of the inspiration out of me.

And anyone who knows me from my days of cranking out Fire Emblem art knows I love to draw a Pretty Lady in a Nice Dress. (I love being a Pretty Lady in a Nice Dress too, frankly.) I love making new dress designs and incorporating my knowledge of historical fashion into them.

I have a lot of drawings I want to get too soon (I want to draw a full body piece of Marcille and of Chappell Roan’s VMAs look, for one… Maybe Susato Mikotoba Great Ace Attorney too… and I just started playing Baldur’s Gate 3 in earnest and I need to draw those ladies too. And maybe Wyll for fun. I like him.)

[malikselfindulgence]

D'you mind telling me about Marek?I'm super curious about his lore!!

AGHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!

Okay I haven't actually. Thought much about Marek teehee my alter Blaze is the lore guy I'm the . Kisses my favorite characters on the lips girlguy. BUT HERES WHAT IVE GOT SO FAR!!

OK this got rlly long my bad ToT putting under a read-more

Marek isn't from Megapolis [because I'm middle eastern so now she is too <3], he's not actually sure where he's from- all she remembers is arriving to the city as a teenager with something or someone urging her along and taking care of her .

This someone turns out to be a spirit- wolf spirit specifically, from thousands of years back into Marek's ancestry. He doesn't remember much either, only that he was called upon to the mortal realm to find a child, abandoned and crying, and he had to help. [Their ancestry and the spirit's origins are explored later on in s4 I'd saayy??]

^ some silly art Blaze made earlier :3 the design is a W.I.P!

The spirit starts out much more hazy, and is usually only summoned by Marek when he feels threatened- the spirit then takes over Marek's body, causing Marek's scar to glow, and her body to take on a more wolfish form :3

During the LBD arc, LBD tries to possess Marek as a way to get to Mei, but with Marek's body already holding two souls in one vessel, it overwhelms her and her consciousness is locked away, unable to be reached by even the spirit. The spirit fights off LBD's possession, but now he's in complete control of the body while Marek's soul remains imprisoned with LBD.

Uhh I haven't yet figured out how the spirit gains his own body but . It happens Somehow after LBD's defeat. Let's say main character bullshit <3 and he starts living his life outside of Marek- which allows them both to develop without the other! Starts out pretty rough but they get there :3

Also Mei and Marek's ship name is grapefruit :3!! Ik grapefruit isn't purple but shshsh it's ok im keeping Mei's fruit theme going with her duo/ship names. They both lowk start out horrible 4 each other because the way Mei and Marek talk about themselves only further perpetuates their unhealthy expectations of themselves- "if she's viewing herself in this way, and I think she's right about everything and pretty well-adjusted, then this way of thinking is obviously healthy!" type of deal

Blaze yet to decide on the spirit's name + who he's gonna date but . We'll get to that when we do proper ref sheets for them both :3 agahxhxh thank you sm for the ask im sorry this got so long TwT!! I think that's enough 4 now- you can ask any more questions if you'd like!!

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks is done. I made an order from Walmart and as soon as it was brought to me I realized I needed like five or six more things. So I had to go back out. Then since hubby is at work I had to bring everything in myself which is just exhausting. I think I am owed a nap.

My sister asked what I wanted for Christmas and it was pretty hard because I really have everything I need. I asked for more bedding and I've had my eye on some Firefly glass bracelets. I see the ads for Nogu constantly on here. I've been looking at the bracelets there and of course the more I look the more ads they send me. It's just their bracelets are fairly expensive and I'm so afraid that I'm going to spend the money and then they are not going to look like the ones in the pictures. I really want the green glow in the dark glass. So I found one on Etsy that was half the price and my sister ordered it. She also ordered us some monogram sheets and a bunch of bedding that just arrived today and I haven't even had the energy to open it up.

However she had also sent me something much earlier in the month that we had had a hard time getting delivered because neither one of us were home whenever you UPS came by. I started getting really curious about it because she said it was something very special that she saw it and thought of me. Well. , , it was delivered yesterday and oh boy...... I kind of felt like someone had given me a leg lamp. It was a set of super heavy Green Glass candelabras with dangling beads coming off the sides. And in the candelabras were these electronic candles that supposedly had their own remote control for that controlled how they flickered. It was the biggest ugliest monstrosity I think I have ever seen. And I guess she thought of me because it was Green and the Green Glass is very pretty but oh my God........ it's hideous. And I'm not even sure what the remote control is supposed to do we got the candles to turn on and that's about it.

They are so unbelievably heavy I guess if I could swing them they would make a great self-defense weapon. That's about the only good thing I can say for them.

But she is the only family I have and it is a thought that counts so I'm glad she was thinking of me.

Tomorrow I am going to go and send off my final Christmas present Period I was able to get two of my closest friends And my sister Personalized tumblers from this place that does it locally. For my other friend who Is usually In much more need of groceries, I sent a gift card from Walmart and she was able to get herself an air fryer and a few groceries with it. So that made me happy.

Tuesday I'm sitting up a table at the only coffee shop in town where I happen to know the owner fairly well. I'm trying to sell off these dozens upon dozens of extra Mary Kay cosmetics I ended up with.

I had ordered some of them for a teacher that I work with but when I had to discipline her absolutely hateful and disrespectful son who told almost every teacher on campus---- including her --'to shut up and go to hell.

I don't know what he told her about me but suddenly she did not speak to me anymore,, & hasn't spoken to me in the last year.

So of course she was unwilling to purchase all the Cosmetics she had actually ordered from me once they came in. *sigh*

Also last year I had to order $300 worth of cosmetics in order to keep my status as consultant. But then I just ran out of the energy to go out and sell the stuff. Most days I just want to go home and go to bed I don't want to track down any clients I don't want to give makeovers I just want to sleep. So anyway I'm trying to make whatever I can offer them and selling them cheap as stocking stuffers monday. Going to try to drag my carcass out of bed early and catch the morning Rush of people and I am so hoping I can sell a few things just to get them out of my hair.

[partyinthemysterymachine]

I notice how you draw Harry and James is pretty different from how they look in game. I was curious how you decided their looks. It's interesting to hear about that sort of thing if you don't mind answering. Thanks

hi anon!! :3 thanks for the ask!! i will do my best to explain myself LOL but no promises it'll make any sense >:3c!

so let's go on a fun lil' art journey, anon. grab a granola bar and some gatorade, and c'mon!!!

well first and foremost: i am a NOTORIOUS "i do what i want"-er. going off the beaten path to the beat of my own drum is my favorite thing to do!

.. that said!! as i've mentioned before, actor Josh Charles was my first PB/"cast" for Harry Mason.

and my very first piece of silent hill fanart (march 10, 2018) really reflects that, LOL

incredibly, and almost a full year later to the date, i drew and posted this on march 4, 2019. now THIS is actually the closest canon-Harry i've ever drawn. (this was also around the start of the SH RP i was doing with a friend, which then spawned GOOMT lol.)

april 25, 2019. first color piece for any SH art and my first "real" time drawing james. this is also the last time you'll see him with his bangs on the "correct" side LOL.

april 30, 2019. the SH RP is still going on, and this is where i'm starting to get a better handle on what i want them to look like. Harry also gets a maroon sweater. he's also notably thinner here, and still has a lot of Josh Charles vibes.

sept 22, 2019. james sunderland thinnest browns edition. the bangs will be drawn on the right from now on.

(the only reason why they're on the right is because i forgot which way his hair actually parted. oops.)

the RP has ended. the first chapter of GOOMT is written a tumblr post and subsequently posted to tumblr october 3, 2019. i write/pst chapters 1 - 4 in the following days, then draw them again:

james's jacket is still short (but at least he has eyebrows!!); harry is still thin(ner). he's also got more of a canon-harry super low cut sweatervest.

ch 5, 6 is written/posted to tumblr. i draw and post this on october 27, 2019. please clap for my art journey LMAO

you'll also notice hte presence of A Knife. this is actually Angela's knife. shhh. ;)

still figuring out what they look like in goomt here tbh.

stuff from the following week. more figuring out! DRASTICALLY different Harry, too! still very Josh Charles-y, but starting to take on his own look as well. (note his greys!!)

i like DILFs. i like dad bods. he was intended to be a little soft around the middle.

it's not until January 2020 that i draw these idiots again:

very different nose for james lmao.

this is actually my first full body for both in awhile.

(i'm redoing this :3)

also more "accurate" debut of Harry's jacket!! this jacket was ALWAYS intended to look/be bigger on him. i can't really explain why because i don't know, other than it felt right.

at this point i've figured out how i want Harry to look. his design elements are very simple, because i'm EXTREMELY self-indulgent and i really. REALLY like:

widow's peaks

big thick eyebrows

noses. big beak noses

old men

grey hair

(you can actually find this sort of pattern across my various OCs that you'll never find evidence of on my blog anymore haha except for Zach good luck tho. >:3c)

January then gets very busy in the art department for these guys.

Harry finally gets more of a pudge and starts to "look" like himself. James also starts to "look" like himself.

a note on james's bangs: i uhhhhhhh. Stylistically, i have a thing for drawing Big Hair and Tall Bangs. this is seen in my version of Jonathan Crane. but also my hair used to do the exact same bangs so are you really surprised.

(bonus pieces of abandoned James GOOMT character sheet from 2001. i might have the files somewhere if you guys want to see What Almost Was LMAO)

more from January 2020. rubs chin.

it isn't until the end of Janurary/beginning of February that Harry finally Gets Fatter.

i'd been very unused to drawing fat people until Harry, and had been struggling up until here with actually drawing a more accurate representation of his body type to the one i saw in my head!

the reason why i made him fat is because it made sense to me that he was. people change, and being a single father changed him a lot. (and also i recognize that the only reason why the Dead Harry model was lean in sh3 was because it was a recycled Dead James model and they were Legit not going to actually put too much thought into it otherwise lmfao)

march 2020. still getting used to drawing Harry's body type!! also: even tho James's jacket is Longer in my head, i'm still trying to draw it the game-canon length.

idk why.

August 2020, James long jacket hours!!! and Harry really getting his look.

and FINALLY, one of my FAVORITES i've ever done of these two!!:

james's jacket is short here (only bc i was a Dumbass and forgot to make it longer i think?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ who's to say), but this is also the color debut for the backpack!!

(bonus Sept 16 2020 YOUNG HARRY CONCEPT from when he pierced his ears in the 90s thinking Jodi was going to find him soooo handsome. he sure is he cute huh)

BONUS MATERIAL:

attempted to re-do their character sheets back in 2021. this did not go as planned, and i was having a very hard year doing ANY personal art, so. gestures.

(sorry i had to put them up here like this it's just a screenshot of the two files in preview bc i'm Totally Incompetent when it comes to computers lmfao)

this is where we are now!! now as these are just sketches for their Newest character sheets, Harry is a liiittle different in the actual file and is is literally just a screenshot of what i've already posted like mentioned above lmao.

what it comes down to is this:

FOR JAMES

i actually just forgor what he looked like and didn't ref my art to what he looked like in-game. simple as that! LOL

in the initial RP, James was played by my friend, while i grabbed the reins to Harry, so i naturally preserved some of the base features of what my friend decided for James (lean, Super Sad And Wet, pale af). i slapped on the caterpillar brows (this is also a thing i'm historically known for in character design), did some tweaks, and also let James evolve himself as i became a better artist.

longer coat because Aesthetics that's why LOL. i don't like the short jacket he wears in game-canon and i needed GOOMT james to put his hands in his pockets like how i drew him above. Reasons.

he's also so pale because [REDACTED] and much thinner than his in-game model because he did Not take care of himself very well in those three years during Mary's illness. (it's also in his genetics: Frank is lean, too (however much taller than James, rip dude 😔))

FOR HARRY

switch from blue to maroon: i like maroon/burgundy. (i realize later that the color he wears is more on the side of burgundy but y'all i hate the color spectrum and it can definitely also be called maroon so it's maroon LOL) i also just thought it looked better on him. the only other reason i can think of as to why i changed it was because.. people change. this is a new era in his life. i kept it a (more modest, sh1 harry you whore <3) v-neck sweater as a nod to his game-canon but just.. changed it to maroon. probably just a designator.

he's fat because of reasons detailed above (fatherhood, life on the road, settling down, etc). and also because he's hot and he deserves that. self-indulgent.

hair, nose, elf ears: self-indulgent.

for Harry especially there are a lot of aspects about him that "almost were" but got cut out of his development for one reason or another an really he's better off that way. i really really don't like to force development or force a "look".

the main reason i guess above all else is that Harry looks so different than his game canon is because he's not that Harry anymore. and in sh3, you never see the guy's face: him dead. i can't even recall if i'd seen the dead Harry model in full before trying to hammer out what GOOMT Harry looked like. young GOOMT Harry would look a lot closer to what his game model looks like, tho. i can tell you that much :3 (one day i'll draw a Younger Harry but don't expect it anytime soon unless the inspiration REALLY strikes lmfao)

a lot of their changes are just not that deep, honestly. my vision for them comes from forgetting which way the bangs go (looks James), developign them in my head over time, The Vibes™️, and The Indulgences™️. i'm a creature of habit for sure in the character design department LOL but my world my puddle we play in it.

i should go to bed now!! but if you have any questions about something else or anything about their designs in particular PLS let me know!! i realy REALLY love this question and wanted to answer it RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY (even tho it's been two hours since and I NEED TO GO TO BEEED DGLDFDFGDGFSKGDFDKGSDFGKH O O O P S ) SO i hope you enjoyed that little trip down memory lane (and my art tag archive LOL) and you have a good safe healthy and cool day :3c!!

[naranjapetrificada]

20, 56, and 71? (I'm very curious about that last with your current project)

Thank you! I can always rely on you to indulge me when I want to play an ask game 🥰

It got a little long so I'm gonna put in a break to not ruin people's feeds.

Before the break though, if you want to play "get to know your fic writer" just pick your question(s) from this list!

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

There are a lot of possible answers to this one, but a few off the top of my head:

I can never resist a little alliteration.

It's something I always have to rein in a bit, but if I want to emphasize something I will regularly repeat myself. Not word for word, but restating it. I think this might be related to the way I speak IRL and the ADHD need to over-clarify. But it's a thing I've seen other writers do also!

I love an image, and literally require them to write the way the human brain requires oxygen. Every shorter piece I've posted was directly inspired by/is heavily dominated by a single image, to the point that I sometimes feel like it's the poetry part of my brain that writes anything under 2000 words.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

The nouns. People, places, and things, as in introducing a character, evoking a place and describing a thing. Until fairly recently, those were my writing raisons d'être tbh. An image would lead me to one or more of them, and I'd get lost in them, but my motivation would always peter out around the time I needed stuff to like, happen. Plot was always, always an afterthought (which is a big reason for the poetry part of my brain I mentioned in the previous answer).

71. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Hoo boy. What a question. I've never committed to a longfic the way I have with FtF so I'm still figuring it out. When I was still figuring out which tropey longfic I wanted to work on in this fandom I actually started with a different one (a "Stede gets captured by Blackbeard before he has the chance to get gut-stabbed by the Spanish" thing), which is why you'll confusingly see FtF posts tagged with #baby's second longfic. But one thing working on that first one helped me with was figuring out I need to stay on top of it all.

The short version is "a doc for everything and everything in a doc."

I have like, a "beat sheet" for the big story beats and a big messy "brain dump" sort of document, so that I can note new things down without getting distracted by where they're supposed to go. The latter is also where the earliest writing takes place, and how I learn what shape something could take.

When things start to coalesce a bit, there's a new file for every chapter that I can see on the horizon (like for FtF I've gone as far as Chapter 6). Doing it any other way would be literally unworkable for me. Besides just like, limiting the scale of whatever I'm looking at at a given moment, it's also handy to be able to cut and paste things around when I need to change where something falls in the timeline. And because this fic is The Way That It Is, I also have separate documents for things like flashbacks and the academic blurbs, although I will copy the latter to their requisite chapter doc when I figure out where I want them.

While writing this reply, it's occurred to me that it might be a good idea to have a document just for things that have been set in stone, like dates and ages and locations etc. Just to keep my facts straight. That's kind of a big reason I've been posting chapters as soon as they're written instead of waiting till I had a backlog - I needed to get some things set in stone so I wouldn't be tempted/able to keep changing everything. The more concrete details I nail down the faster (read: not fast) this thing gets written.

This has been so much fun and super educational to think about all this stuff so thank you so, so much for asking ❤️❤️❤️

[songofamazon]

My pleasure! And we did have a great time. The convention itself was huge and exhausting, but still totally worth it for Dragon Age.

So here's a little bit of a write-up of what we did and saw, in case others are curious. Things that might be spoilers will be under a cut.

My husband and I went to the Tokyo Game Show on Saturday (September 28). Tickets were pre-purchase online only, but even still, the line to be let into the convention center took us nearly 2 hours.

Once inside, we went straight to the SEGA-Altus booth, where EA and a few other of their partners were set up along the back side. Of those, Dragon Age had easily the largest set-up with 4 demo-stations. The wait was about 90 minutes for us to get to the front of the line, but there were times during the day where it was longer or shorter.

The bag was being handed out by nice Japanese ladies in elf ears and DATV t-shirts who also helped with the photo area. It us a nice medium-sized bag made of the standard synthetic grocery bag material.

There were two DA developers there, Scylla Costa and one other gentleman whose name I didn't catch. If anyone recognizes him in the photo below, please let me know! When we got close to the front of the line, they came over to chat saying, "We see from your shirts that you might be fans of the series?" Both of them were super nice, and really appreciated the fan reactions. They said that fans were reacting really well to the demo, both Japanese and international. In line with us, it was about 50% Japanese folks and 50% foreigners, who ranged from American (us), to a cluster of European twitch streamers whose language I didn't recognize, to other South and East Asians. It made me really happy to see the variety of fans lined up to play.

The demo itself was roughly 20 minutes long, of Davrin's recruitment quest. The loading screen we saw was the top one from Felassen's post (in Japanese or whatever language you needed). It had three selections: Warrior, Mage, and Rogue, plus Settings and Quit Game. As noted in the aforementioned post, it strongly resembles the final game's loading screen, just with different options.

They had a monitor-and-controller set-up with a bilingual cheat sheet of which buttons did what. I'm not sure what difficulty setting it was on, other than it seemed to have the "no Rook death" setting turned on. I am really bad at controllers (and action games in general), but with pausing, the ability wheel, and generally running around while screaming, I made it through the combat okay. The companions are smart and did their best to keep me alive.

It started with the initial conversation with Davrin and went through a few exploration and combats, but when you broke through a doorway that might have led to the boss fight, it came to a "Thank you for playing the demo!" screen. They had set a 20-minute timer for each person, and it was possible to get through it in that time. My husband got stuck on a ledge and couldn't figure out the jump button for a while, so he didn't quite get there (he's also not a console player).

The devs said that they chose this section as a demo because it showcased combat and a bit of the world in a way that would be appealing to folks (it's not very well known in Japan) who hadn't played before, and I think it did a good job of that. Gray wardens, darkspawn, and a super cute gryphon are a great into to Thedas.

I played a mage (the default masculine Qunari we have seen in previous) while my husband played a warrior (the feminine elf Warden warrior default we have seen frequently in promo images). I'm not sure which default the rogue was. Besides Davrin (and Assan!) the other companion was Harding.

I had the dubious honor of being their first person all con that managed to crash the game. I fell off a ledge and it froze mid-air. Haha. But that did mean I got to watch them use some dev tools to get me quickly back to where I had left off. There was a skip conversation tool, a sort of quick-travel through visible terrain tool (it kept leaving companions behind), a kill-all-enemies tool that didn't actually destroy the blight pod that was spawning darkspawn, so we had to do that manually. I got some extra time to recover from that (and also because they were really nice and I was probably looking distracted by pretty menus and views).

After we played, they gave us buttons! C got a normal one, but they gave me an extra special holographic one (I didn't even know that was a thing!), possibly because of the tiny Solas-in-prison that I brought along with me.

Then we got to chat with the devs a bit more and took photos! The "photo booth" was just in front of the demo computers, where you could hold one of two beautiful props (a sword or staff) with the big banner in the background. The devs were kind enough to take a photo with us. Seeing how happy it made them to see my Sanshee Solas plushie dressed in his Veilguard outfit made the effort totally worth it.

There was no bow-and-arrow available for photos like the website advertised. I wonder if it broke in transit or if the really strict prop rules at the convention didn't allow it. The props themselves were gorgeous, and pretty hefty to hold.

They gave us stickers, which were slightly bigger than the buttons, after taking photos, as promised on the promo website.

Then Scylla Costa himself tweeted about tiny Solas, which got caught by Sanshee too, and they found me on Instagram to tell me how much they loved it. <3 It makes me happy how many people smiled because of tiny Solas-in-jail.

Overall, it was totally worth the trip to Chiba for the experience of playing the game and meeting the devs.

More under the cut about impressions on the game, my awesome friend's [redacted] cosplay from Veilguard.

So, first-up, my friend Graceon somehow finished a full Veilguard Morrigan cosplay in time for the convention. She said she got a lot of love from the folks in line for the Veilguard demo and the devs, but no one outside of that space seemed to recognize her.

On Gameplay: as someone who is going to need the easiest combat settings and is a keyboard-and-mouse PC gamer, I still survived combat. It wasn't impossible, but I think I'd have a lot more fun on my usual set-up with easier difficulty. My guess is that it was on "standard," plus not allowing us to die. When you get to 1 health, your screen gets a tunnel vision sort of red halo until you get get healing.

Even with a staff, the set-up of abilities they had was very melee focused. I found myself pulled right into the fray at close range. The companion banter during combat was nice. They commented on combos, on being told to do something, or when Rook (or one of them) wasn't doing well. It made it feel much more like a team.

Graceon said that she is usually a rogue player and enjoyed that demo, but her second time she did mage, and she really enjoyed the up-close-stabby-and-casting style of the orb and sphere.

C is always a warrior player. He was skeptical about the shield throw as a ranged move going in, but loved it after playing the demo.

Menus: I spent some time with Rook's fashion and weapons. Everything is gorgeously crafted, and there are a ton of designs that we haven't even seen previews of yet in the official articles and demos (I haven't watched play-troughs that released on the 19th). Some were gorgeous, some were tough, and some were down-right creepy. I can't wait to see more.

I see what the load-outs are about that they keep talking about in the official demos. They had the mage set up with 3 ice spells, an ice staff, and armor that boosted ice magic. There were armor and weapons in their inventory that played off pretty much all the other element types, plus some other stuff, I think.

Scenery: It was freaking gorgeous. It's set in the Anderfels in a remote Gryphon training location (all of those rings we have seen in promo images). I remember coming around a corner and gasping at how pretty the scenery was, with training ground and canyons fading into the distance.

It is definitely possible to fall of edges, too. Haha.

In any case, I can't wait for everyone else (myself included) to get to play this game, so that we can all flail over it some more.

According to Gematsu, SEGA / ATLUS has announced its TGS 2024 lineup and schedule, having opened up the website. (Tokyo Game Show 2024: September 26th to September 29th)

Dragon Age: The Veilguard is listed among the Partner Titles in the Lineup.

[source, two]

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

tw suicidal thoughts

hi momdad. I'm not doing very well right now and although I know I'll be okay, do you have any tips for how to make it easier while I wait it out? anything to just block out the constant suicidal thoughts and stop me mentally planning things that make me sad to think about. I understand if you don't have the time/spoons for this and I'll be okay either way, but your words often make me feel a lot better about things. thanks <3

hey there, darling, i'm really sorry you're going through this. Bad Thoughts are also one of my biggest enemies, and i've been dealing with them for... going on twenty years, now. so, let's break this down.

in my expert opinion, you need to attack Bad Thoughts from three different sides: physical, mental, and social. congrats, you've already taken a step on the social side!

physically: i know, fucking believe me i know, that right now is the last time you feel like doing anything, but it genuinely is harder to feel like dying when you're clean, fed, and rested. this isn't about being perfect, having a bubble bath and making your bed or whatever, it's just about feeling less gross, through whatever means you're capable of.

change your clothes if you've been wearing them more than a day, take a sponge bath to get rid of the worst of the grime and stink, throw down a fresh flat sheet on your bed or change your pillowcase if it's been a long time since you changed them. whatever little thing you can do.

eat something. if all you've got is candy bars, then eat candy bars, but it is important to keep in mind that you will, unfortunately, feel better when you've had some nutrition. if you can get some apple slices, baby carrots, snap peas, etc, super easy finger foods, that's great. you also need protein and will feel weak and shitty without it, so get some beef jerky, hard boiled eggs, whatever you can. doesn't matter if you're just eating peanut butter out of the jar, just eat.

i know, intimately, the pain of insomnia, so if you can't sleep i totally get it, but do try and sleep instead of just staying awake because you can't face your own mind. honestly, i have a small tv in my room and i tend to keep it on at a very low volume when i sleep, because the noise helps to keep my mood from tanking when i close my eyes. if you need something like that, that's totally okay. just try and sleep, or at least rest. if nothing else, close your eyes for a while and listen to a podcast.

lastly - and know that i'm saying this through gritted teeth, seething - i'm afraid that exercise helps. i hate it, i hate every minute of it, but it actually fucking helps. i prefer to lift weights and/or do yoga, as i can go at my own pace in my own room, and stop whenever i can't take it anymore. i sleep so much better when i exercise 2-3 times a week, because life is just horrible like that.

mentally: when it comes to fight off the Bad Thoughts, distraction is The Most Important Thing. when you can't do anything else, distraction is your last line of defense. and i have unmedicated adhd so i know it's fucking hard, but it helps if you cultivate multiple tactics that work as distractions.

the best distractions i've found:

something that makes you laugh (you have to laugh, fuck, you absolutely have to find a way to laugh)

something you find interesting (science, history, puzzles, even just how it's made videos; scroll through youtube until you find a topic that you're legitimately curious about and learn something new)

something that feels comforting (your favorite movie or show, your favorite book, your favorite fic; doesn't matter if you've watched/read it a hundred times, do it again)

something totally mindless that requires your entire focus (for me that's usually a game on my phone, something like scrabble, word search, or a pop-all-the-bubbles sort of game; make sure you don't fall down a sinkhole of buying more turns and shit)

i have a distractions tag if you'd like some ideas on where to start. if you'd like a few recs of channels i like to watch when i feel shitty:

andrew rousso's skits are hilarious

liziqi lives in the chinese countryside and makes beautiful, peaceful videos of gardening, farming, and cooking. wild girl and dianxi xiaoge have similar channels.

absolute history has some fascinating in-depth videos

acrylic pours are pretty damn cool to watch

chris fleming is as unhinged as he is funny

tasting history with max miller recreates ancient recipes and discusses the history surrounding them

serena art has a cool method of painting that is very interesting to watch

caitlin reilly is painfully good at being funny

the animal cracker is a chiropractor who works on animals, including horses, which is actually really cool

for some reason i think harvesting videos are fascinating??

okay, that probably has you set for a while, lol. but i think that gives you an idea of what i find helpful, from educational to funny to just cool to look at when you can't concentrate on anything.

important part of this is staying committed to the distraction. you are a hockey goalie and you are not letting that shit through. cycle through ten different distractions if you need, just do not fall into the pit of bad thoughts. power through the worst of it.

socially: believe me, i don't love talking to people when i'm buried under a wave of despair, and i'm pretty bad at keeping in touch with friends, but make an attempt at talking to someone and either being honest about how you feel or just have a chat about nothing important, because we're social creatures and we feel better when we've been in contact with other people. even if you're just sending memes or rambling about fanfic, it helps a little bit.

okay, dear, that's my guide to holding back the tide on the Bad Thoughts. of course i could say all sorts of encouraging, inspirational stuff, but honestly when i'm in the depression hole, i don't really want to hear that stuff. simple, concrete actions help me more than promises that everything's going to be okay or i'm strong enough to handle this, blah blah. but if you do want more along that line, try my suicide tag for support and more advice.

this fucking sucks and it's okay that it fucking sucks, you don't need to paint a smiley face on a pile of shit and try to act grateful about it. just try and take care of yourself as best you're able, and don't let those thoughts gain a foothold, alright? you'll get through this, sweetheart.

[basilly]

stay | cc!dream x fem!reader

alternate title: daddy dream

summary: after your son finds dream in your house he suddenly thinks dream is his dad, who are you to break his heart?

genre: fake dating to lovers | fluff to angst to fluff

note: i wanted to write something for dream so here we go! your son's name is cyprus <3 this one is super long im sorry, but SO worth it

pronouns: she/her | fem!reader

word count: 4.7k

warnings: use of 'mom' and use of 'clay' , swearing , implied one night stand

edited by: @jschllatt

"MUMMMMM!"

you jumped up, startled awake by the sudden screaming.

"cyprus? wait a minute- CYPRUS?"

you flung the sheets off your body, shaking the blond laying beside you.

"clay- clay get up!'

your voice was in a harsh whisper, hurriedly flinging a t-shirt over your body as you moved around the room. clay groggily turned over, wondering why he was being awoken so abruptly.

"what?" "cyprus is home- i don't know why but you need to MOVE."

the little pitter pats of feet became louder. you quickly dashed out the door, engulfing the little man in a hug. his blond tufts tickled your cheek, tiny arms wrapped around your torso.

"MUM!" "hey cy- where's your babysitter?"

at that, cyprus' babysitter, niss walked in.

"i'm so sorry y/n, cyprus insisted on going home and he escaped from my grasp. before i knew it, he had put in the pin and barreled through the door."

you shot her a sympathetic look, knowing how much of a handful cyprus could be. at that moment, clay had groaned again, bothered by all the noise.

"mum? what was that?"

cyprus tried to peek around your shoulder, but you quickly shut the door.

"no one honey, why don't you go unpack all your stuff from your bag, okay?" "okay!"

you stood up once more, searching around for your wallet. cyprus, although curious, listened to you. niss snickered from beside you, watching cyprus run off.

"nice shirt you got on there."

you look down, heat rising to your face. you had thrown on the first thing you could reach, which also happened to clay's black t-shirt. it was quite oversized on you, draping loosely around your figure.

"well i wasn't prepared for you guys to come back early, alright?"

you handed her the money, before beginning to make some coffee.

cyprus, on the other hand, fished his shampoo out of his bag. he enjoyed using your tub in your bathroom, so often his soaps were over there. he walked over to your room, somehow staying out of yours and niss' line of sight.

twisting the knob, cyprus dropped the bottle at the sight of the mysterious man in his mother's bed.

"cyprus? what was-"

your eyes widened as cyprus stood in the doorframe, jaw open. luckily, dream had put on a pair of sweatpants, but he was still tired. so, he laid in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. he looked up, realizing what had happened.

"oh, hello-" "mum, is that-" "oookay- i think we should shut that door."

you shut the door once again, crouching down to cyprus' level. you pinched the bridge of your nose, unsure how to even EXPLAIN to cyrus who clay was.

"cyprus, that's-" "my dad! that's dad, right?! he has the same blond hair like me and he is sharing a bed with you! that's what mums and dads do right, share a bed?" "yes, but-" "I HAVE A DAD!!"

cyprus started running around, fists in the air. he whooped and cheered while you stayed crouched there, frozen.

'what the hell just happened. . .'

niss stood in the kitchen, watching the whole thing go down with a smile and a cup of coffee in hand. she tilted the cup up, finishing it before placing the cup in the sink. she grabbed her bag, waving lightly at you and walked out the door.

"good luck! see you later!" "NISS COME BACK-"

she was gone.

you sighed, waiting for cyprus to calm down. well, now you suddenly have a huge problem on your hands. cyprus bounded up to you, a large smile on your face. his big doe eyes stared at you, as if ready to plead with you already.

"can i talk to him? please?"

you felt awful inside. you were lying to your son but you couldn't break his heart. he was so excited to finally have a father. cyprus' biological father had actually left before cyprus was even born, no contact or support. he had been wanting to know about his father for a while, but you had simply pushed him off, waiting to tell him until he was older.

"ahh i don't know, he's not feeling well. maybe i should go talk to him first, you can watch some cartoons, okay bud?"

cyprus pouted but he knew better. he walked over before turning on the tv to the children's channel.

you stood up, opening the door to your bedroom. closing the door behind you, dream sat at the edge of the bed, feet planted onto the floor.

"everything okay?"

you sigh, playing with the hem of your- or his shirt.

"so. . . i think i got us into a little situation." "which is. . .?" "so my son saw you- and he thinks you're his dad." "and you told him i wasn't, right?"

the silence had told him it all. you avoided his eyes, finding the bedframe much more interesting.

"y/n- i'm not his father. you're going to have to tell him."

your voice cracked, although you were unsure why.

"i know- i just don't have the heart to tell him. the kid's gone through so much without a father, he's been waiting and i can't tell him no." "then what are you going to do?"

he pushed off the bed, unplugging his phone from the nightstand beside the bed and slipping it into his pocket.

"can you just- pretend to be his dad? just for a little bit before you can, oh i don't know, go on a realllllly long trip? then i can tell him the truth and you won't have to deal with any of it." "are you sure that this is going to work?" "yea, i know my kid. i'm going to have to break it to him eventually, i just want to give him some joy. i'll even compensate you somehow-"

clay stood there, studying your face and figure. he only sighed.

"okay, i'll do it. but i don't want anything in return." "wait- are you sure?" "yea. if he does somehow end up in the media though there isn't too much i can do with the crazy stans." "i doubt he will- i will try to keep him out anyway."

he only nodded, rubbing the back of his head.

"so what am i supposed to do right now?" "well i guess you meet him and we could go get breakfast. . .? and get ready."

dream crossed his arms, smirking at you.

"y/n i'm going to need my shirt for that."

you flushed once again, pressing your forehead against his chest.

"right, right, let's hurry up."

a little over ten minutes later of freshening up and mentally preparing yourself, you opened your bedroom door. emerging with dream, cyprus immediately whipped his head towards you, bounding towards dream.

"DAD!"

he caught his legs into a hug to which dream responded with an affectionate head rub.

"hey bud, good to see you." "you're here! why were you gone?" "i was on a really long trip bud, i'm only here for a little bit and then i'll be gone again." "you even look like me! look- mum we'e both blond!" "i see that- this is clay, cyprus." "we even have names that start with 'c'! i love him already!" "cy, have you eaten yet?"

he shook his head no, arms still wrapped around dream. you hoped he wouldn't get too attached. soon enough, dream would be out of his life.

"let's go out for breakfast then." "okay!"

untangling his arms from dream, he raises his arms up towards him. dream had seemingly flipped a switch, immediately sweeping cyprus in his arms before ruffling his hair.

"you're a big boy huh, eating properly for your mum?" "yup!"

little giggles filled the air as you walked out of the apartment and your stomach felt bubbly.

maybe this won't be so bad after all. . .

---

the next couple days had been smooth sailing, although there was a small shift in routine. dream would stay over a couple nights, going back when necessary. apparently, his roommate, sapnap, had been informed about the whole situation.

or as dream says, went like this-

". . . and yea so i probably will go back and grab some stuff and then be gone for a couple days." "clay, when i said don't get the girl pregnant, i didn't expect you to speedrun it and also get a child."

cyprus, of course, enjoyed all this time. anything dream said or did, he hung onto it. it was kind of cute to see the two of them sitting together on the couch watching football or dream wiping the sauce off of cy's face.

it didn't help that cyprus happened to share the same dirty brown locks that dream did, giving them a resemblance. dream was being the perfect stand-in father, caring for cyprus, cleaning up, cooking- if his skills were good enough for it, and even paying for things.

you had even played the part of 'loving parents' even though you weren't actually married. everytime dream left to his home for more items- or even left the room, a small kiss had been pressed to your forehead or cheek.

currently, you had been in the bathroom getting ready for your work meeting in about an hour. you smoothed down your blouse, almost ready. niss was about to come and pick up cyprus while your meeting ensued.

or she was.

*ring*

"hello?" "y/n- i'm SO sorry but i don't think i can make it, an emergency came up." "niss- who am i going to get to cover for you? i have a meeting in less than an hour!?" "i know, i feel awful but- maybe ask the lady next door??" "that woman is my last resort, she cares more about her cats than cyprus." "then- i don't know, dream?" "i would hate burdening him-" "ok i got to go! bye!"

and she hung up. you let out a sigh, unsure what to do. finding dream's profile, you hit the call button. setting your phone down on the counter, you brush through your hair.

"y/n?" "dream- hi sorry, are you free today?" "free? how so, cuz if you wanted to see me you could've just-"

you scrunched up your nose, trying to suppress the heat arising to your cheeks.

"OKAY not like THAT but- i have a really important meeting today and cyprus' babysitter had an emergency. can you watch cyprus for today? it's only for a couple hours." "yea sure, i'm free today." "oh thank you so much, i know this isn't really a part of our deal but-" "hey don't worry about it, i don't really mind. i'll be home anyway." "thank you again, i can drop him off in a couple minutes and he's going to have everything he needs so don't worry about anything." "alright, see you soon."

hanging up, you walk out to the main room where cyprus sat colouring in a workbook.

"ready to go bud?" "isn't niss going to pick me up?" "small change of plans bud, niss is busy so i'm going to drop you off at clay's." "wait i'm going to dad's?!" "mhm, it'll be for a couple hours and you need to be on your best behaviour."

you don't even know if he had heard the last part, cyprus hurriedly tugged on his shoes instead. he was so excited, you could tell from his body actions, now jumpy and bubbly.

one short drive later, cyprus was dropped into dream's arms.

"yikes bud, that's a heavy bag, why don't you go put it down?" "okay!"

you turn towards dream, who wrapped an arm around your waist. he tugged you against him pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"he's not in sight- no need to act." "what? i can't show some appreciation to my baby mom?" "uh huh, like he's your real son."

you broke away, crouching down with your arms out.

"okay cy, i have to go! do you want a hug?" "bye mum!"

you briefly hug him before dashing out the door.

"alright bud, what do you want to do first?"

---

you never heard of the end of that day. cyprus raved for DAYS about spending the day at clay's and meeting 'uncle sapnap'. he went on about these great stories of the sword fights they went through and hiding around dream's house. you could recall every detail by heart of his stories by how often cyprus mentioned it.

"mum can i go to dad's?" "not today bud, we have to start planning your birthday party, remember? he's also coming over tonight." "oh yea!! dad is coming to my birthday, right? and uncle sapnap?" "mm we will have to ask."

cyprus' birthday was rounding the corner and you had to prepare yourself the most. if dream ended up going, then how were you going to explain to your family that cy suddenly has a dad? especially after they saw you wrecked when your ex left you alone and pregnant.

maybe i'll ask clay about this. . .

---

"a birthday party? in here?" "why not-" "it's too small in here, why don't we have it at mine?" "yea!! let's have it at dad's!" "cy you have sauce on your mouth still- go wash it off please and let me talk to clay." "okay mum."

you shift your body to dream who sat besides you, sipping on a glass of water.

"i can't just ask you to have the party at your house, it's perfectly fine to have it here." "but i'm OFFERING- it won't be much of a problem, i want to pay for everything. just leave it to me." "you've already done so much-" "i'm not taking no for an answer."

you sigh, knowing there was no winning in this discussion.

"more importantly, cyprus always has a bunch of family over for his birthday- and after his biological dad left, i'm not sure how to even explain or anything, really." "mmm- well we can just avoid their questions." "what if they corner you- or me?" "i'll stick by you the entire time. be a 'devoting partner', don't worry about it."

you sigh once more, slumping your body to lean against his.

"you're right." "i always am." "you wish."

you swat his arm lightly as he let out a laugh, causing the corners of your mouth to turn up.

---

you knocked on the door of clay's tan coloured house, the bright blue door contrasting the rest. gift in one hand, cyprus' hand in the other. dream had seemingly gone all out, a balloon arch adorning the front of the house and lawn decor.

"cyprus! the little birthday man is here!" "uncle sapnap!"

the door opened. emerging a cleaned-up sapnap and dream.

"well i don't think he's little anymore, the big guy is five now." "dad!" "and you must be y/n, clay- and cy, of course, has told me a lot about you." "likewise, glad to meet clay's roommate."

"oh my god look at all the decorations!!"

dream really had the whole place decorated head to toe. balloons were everywhere, banners hanging left and right. all you needed was some confetti and the whole pace would be entirely covered.

"alright, let's get this party started!"

just like dream had said, he stuck by you the entire time, either an arm wrapped around your waist or slung around your shoulder. he had honestly given off the perfect adoring father image, watching out for cyprus when needed, making sure he didn't hurt himself.

he spoke eloquently to your family, you were sure they all adored dream. they laughed at all his little jokes, smiled at him. you swore they liked him more than you.

"y/n didn't tell us they were even dating you clay, she must've been trying to hide this gem from us." "i think it's the other way around, i try to keep y/n all to myself."

he pulled you closer to him, your face embarrassed and flushed. you could only mumble, looking downwards.

"mom please, you can stop gushing over him." "i can't help it! even cyprus loves him and calls him 'dad', cyprus needs a father figure in his life."

dream sensed your discomfort and fear, your body tensing with every word.

"i'm glad cy sees me like that, i love seeing him and he's really grown onto me. sorry, but i think you have to excuse us, we are going to get the gifts, i think sapnap was really excited to show his to cyprus."

he led you away and towards the gift pile. he released you from his hold before facing you and pressing a kiss to your head.

"are you alright?" "yea, i'm sorry my mom was getting after you."

he picked up a couple gifts, signaling sapnap over to help.

"don't worry about it."

you suddenly noticed how many presents there really were. there had to been at least fifty.

"wait a minute, how do we have so many gifts?" "i may or may not have gotten him a lot." "clay-" "i couldn't help it, okay. i wanted to get him a lot." "he's going to like you more than me at this point." "good."

you send him a playful disapproving look, causing him to break out into a wheeze.

"i'm just playing, you'll always be the most important person in his life for raising him."

"IT'S GIFT TIME!"

---

at this point it had been a couple months into your little scheme and cyprus had quickly grew attached to his routine. he began to spend more and more time with clay and sapnap, especially after sapnap gifted cyprus a kid's sized skateboard. the two of them had been teaching cyprus how to skate, with the proper attire and padding of course.

it did give niss more of a break, allowing her to rest and take more time towards her med school. today was one of those days but you had work, unable to join cyprus at dream's house.

dream had also planned to stream that day, leaving cyprus in the hands of sapnap for a couple hours. so with his door shut and locked, or so he thought, he calmly went on to streaming.

"tommy you need to move." "but dreammm, i need your help!" "i'm not helping you-" "DAD!" "wait what, dream you're a dad?"

dream whipped around in his chair, muting his mic in the process. chat and tommy were going insane, wondering who the child was and why he called out 'dad'. cyprus had run in and somehow the sound of the door was drowned out by his headset.

"look at my drawing!" "it looks great, cy- but what happened to uncle sapnap?"

all the alarms went off his head. he wanted to keep cyprus out of the fandom's view, as a part of his deal to you and to protect him.

"mm he fell asleep on the couch!" "okay well, can you go out there and wake him up? i have to do some work, alright bud? you can't come in here." "okay. . . can you play after?" "sure, i'll play with you after, how does that sound?" "okay!"

dream guided him out, making sure to lock the door this time.

ahh sapnap- you're going to have to start paying rent after this. . .

---

"so. . . did you explain?" "no, not exactly. i just ignored it but maybe i'll just tell them i had family visiting or something."

you chewed on your lip, unsure what to do. the two of you sat across each other at the kitchen table, warm ceramic mugs in hand.

there is one option. . .

no.

you didn't want to resort to leaving but maybe it was for the best. cyprus has grown really attached and if dream disappeared, then you wouldn't have to deal with the fans or the lying any further. this was already agreed upon, so what was the harm?

"do. . . do you think we should end this?"

dream's eyes widened, he wasn't expecting that. flashes of memories glossed over his eyes, the little moments of watching you and cyprus run around, teaching cyprus how to skate, all the 'family' meals.

he fought down the urge to shout no. he knew this would come to an end soon, so why did his heart ache? casting a sideways glance, he quietly responded.

"if that's what you think is best."

there was no response from you. the air that was once comforting had become tense and awkward.

inside, you don't know what you were feeling. was it regret? hurt? sadness? or all of the above and more?

why hadn't he refused? wait- no we agreed on this at the beginning and i shouldn't think like that.

"how do we do this?"

dream looked down at his reflection in his mug, index finger twirling around the edge of the mug.

"i think a week. let cyprus know i'm leaving so he prepares himself. then i can say i'm going on a long trip and i won't be back." "sounds like a plan."

---

the next week was full of silence. no longer did laughter spill out of yours or dream's lips, instead replaced with fake smiles and awkward laughter. cyprus tried to cling onto dream as much as possible. he was strong for a young child, trying to hide his sadness.

"alright cyprus, we have to say goodbye to clay, he's got to go now."

the tears began to leak.

"i'm going to miss you dad." "i know, i'll miss you as well bud."

dream lifted cyprus into his arms, letting him silently cry into his neck. dream felt his own eyes get glossy, whispering soothing things to cyprus.

you watched, your own nose starting to run. upon hearing your sniffles, dream moved towards you, pulling you into the hug. he rested his head on top of yours, letting the silence sink in.

"okay, well this is it, i have to leave or i'll miss my flight."

you pulled away, letting him put down cyprus. cyprus immediately dilently demanded to be carried by you, to which you obliged. he dug his head into your neck, cheeks still wet.

"bye cy, bye y/n."

dream came for one last kiss. one on cyprus' cheek and one on your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut, forehead burning but you kept the tears at bay.

and with one swift motion, the door had shut. he was gone.

softly, cyprus spoke.

"mum?" "yea?" "will dad come back?"

no.

"i'm not sure sweetie."

---

after a bit of silence and hugging, you had to prepare and move on for the day. niss was coming to pick cyprus up again and you had work.

*knock knock*

"hey niss." "woah, is everything alright?" "cyprus might be down today, dream is gone."

cyprus had then walked in, bag in hand.

"oh- did you ever tell him that clay isn't his dad?" "NO! HE'S MY DAD!"

startled, you guys turned towards him.

"oh cyprus, dear- i'm sorry." "you're lying."

his eyes became puffy and red, once again the waterworks was in place.

"cyprus, i'm not lying. clay isn't actually your dad-" "NO! I HATE YOU!"

he dashed off, leaving you standing there. your heart shattered. he had never screamed at you like that before.

this was a mistake. i should've told him from the start.

"i'll go get him, you head off to work."

you gulp nervously, nodding your head before heading out the door. you were going to have to give him space.

---

"cyprus, come on, let's go out."

niss tried to coerce cyprus out of his spot, hidden under blankets in his bed. the five year old's sniffs could be heard loud and clear. the shake in the fabric signaled a no.

"we can go wherever you want. how about that?" "wherever?" "mhm."

slowly, cyprus dragged himself out, latching his hand onto niss'.

"alright here, put in the address cyprus, i have to take this call."

he nodded, pressing his little fingers along the screen of the car's gps.

"okay! here we go, sit in your carseat!"

niss blindly followed the gps, trusting cyprus picked some sort of park or restaurant.

"look cyprus! that plane is really close, it's like it's land. . .ing?"

she looked around, realizing she was driving into the airport.

"cyprus? why are we in the airport?" "to find dad!" "what??"

she pulled to the side of the drop off zone, turning back to look at the smiley child.

"okay cyprus, i know your mum told you that he went on a flight but he's not here." "he will be!" "what?????"

he opened his fist, revealing a small device.

"cy, what is that?" "dad gave it to me! he said when its an emergency, to push the button." "but it's not an emergency cy, and he probably won't come." "he has to! he promised."

before niss could react, cyprus had unbuckled himself and stepped outside.

"CYPRUS!"

well shoot, y/n is going to kill me.

---

your phone rang, niss' profile right on top.

"hello?" "y/n- we are at the airport." "what?"

you froze. staring at the clock, you started gathering your items. scooping them up into your arms and into your bag, you ran to the elevator.

"no time to explain but cyprus is trying to find clay." "i'll be right there."

---

"clay, you need to get up." "why?" "why? because you've just laid in bed for the entire morning, we need to eat."

sapnap stood leaning against the doorframe, unimpressed with dream’s response. suddenly a sort of alarm sound came from dream's phone.

"what the hell was that?" "it's my emergency device i gave cyprus- he might be trouble."

dream jumped up, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head in a rush. sapnap watched in confusion.

"I GOT TO GO- SEE YOU LATER!" "bye?"

---

you hastily parked your car, slamming the door as you got out. your mind was running a million miles per minute as your feet clicked against the concrete standing area. you swept your gaze around, searching for cyprus or niss.

“CYPRUS? NISS?”

of course it was rush hour. you had to weave in and out of people, leaving you out of breath.

‘how am i going to find them in a huge crowd?’

you continued to speedwalk, head turning ninety degrees in every direction. through the gaps of people, you noticed a familiar backpack.

“CYPRUS!”

he turned around, seeing your face. fear set into his bones, from your anger and guilt from his previous screaming. as you ran towards him, he tried to move away, but too slow for your much longer legs.

you held onto his arm and held him back from going any further, seeing niss run up.

“so sorry y/n, i didn’t think he would know to go here-” “cyprus, what were you thinking?”

you crouch down, looking into his glossy eyes. arms by his side, he tried to look away.

“i don’t want dad to leave again. I want him to stay.” “oh- cy i know, i do too but it’s too late.”

“then why did you tell me you wanted to end it?”

an all too familiar voice was heard from behind you.

“DAD!” “what-”

standing up, dream stood behind you. messy haired and face slightly puffy, but out of breath, he was there. cyprus broke out of your hold, running to him. dream immediately picked him up, pressing a kiss into the tufts of his hair.

“don’t leave me again, please.” “i won’t, i’m here for you.”

tears from both boys were mixing in pools on the floor, while you stood there. niss nudged your arm, gesturing towards them.

“well? aren’t you going to join them?”

dream set cyprus down, pulling you into a tight hug. he buried his head into your shoulder, tears stained your shirt. you hadn’t even noticed you were crying until you felt his shirt was damp on your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing small circles on his back.

he pulled away before gently placing his hands on your jaw and placing a kiss on your lips.

“h-how are you here?” “cyrus had an emergency button, although i didn’t think he’d use it for this.”

taking a glance at cyrus, he only had a cheeky smile. you sighed, rubbing the top of his head before leaning into dream’s chest. dream’s voice rumbled from talking, picking up cyrus with his free arm, the other around your waist.

“so? what now?” “i think- you’re here to stay.”

@inniterhq @yamturds @earthtooz @mitzimania @yamturds @strawberrymilkgeorge @dysfunctionalcrab @ttakinou @cherios @dreamwvrld @acidtabletz

[shepherds-of-haven]

just wondering but how soft is everyone's hair?

i saw that ask about blade's hair being so pointy it can act as a sword and it got me curious

Huh, I've never really thought about this before!

Blade: most of it's... decently soft, like an exact medium between soft and not soft? He's quite fastidious about personal grooming and care (despite what first impressions might tell you), so while he doesn't do anything particularly special to it, his hair is nice and healthy and thick, and smooth to run your hands through! The back is the most fun to play with because it's so spiky and bristly where he's chopped it off, though 😅

Trouble: I'm torn with him, I'm not sure whether his hair would be more bristly and coarse since it's quite short and shorn, or if it would be like dandelion soft because he also has that energy... I'm not sure!

Tallys: decently soft, though because it's so short, the softness is not as noticeable as, say, Shery's--I'd describe it as more healthy and thick/textured/layered than fine, soft, or silky! I'd say it's like an exact medium, sort of like Blade's!

Shery: the softest of the bunch, super silky and nice to touch! Running your hands through her hair is like slipping them through a sheet of water, her hair is so smooth!

Riel: I think at its base level, his natural hair is quite fine and soft, but because he always wears so much product (pomade/hair gel) to slick his hair to the side or back, no one would ever know that: petting it would feel quite crunchy/stiff/sculpted and smooth rather than naturally soft, and it would also deeply aggravate him!

Chase: quite soft, probably the softest of the boys after Red, though it's also so full of natural slight waves or loose curls that the first thing people usually notice is its bounciness and texture rather than its softness/smoothness!

Red: extremely soft, he pays too much attention to his hair for it to be otherwise! Though, like Riel, it's often quite stiff from hair product/pomade on a daily basis, so you have to really get to the roots to notice the natural softness! 😂 It's also very thick, and there is a lot of it, more than you would expect from first glance!

Ayla: not that soft--more wiry and thick and coarse than soft or silky, probably the least soft of the girls! Ayla herself jokes that it's like a paintbrush or a horsehair bow, so that should give you an idea on its texture!

Briony: pretty soft, and quite thick and fluffy when she lets it down from her ponytail, but also prone to many flyaways and wild stray curls, so it's not super smooth and is prone to tangles! The actual texture is pretty soft, though!

Lavinet: decently soft and very shiny and healthy, she uses good conditioner and haircare products, but because it's quite wavy/bordering on curly, your hand will usually get snagged if you try to pet it, so softness isn't usually the first thing people notice when touching it! The individual strands are very strong and smooth, though!

Halek: not that soft, it's more thick and wiry and strong than fine and soft, if that makes any sense!

Caine: very soft. baby

[mariyekos]

Yeah, it's really weird! I tweeted at them a couple months back because I thought it was a typo too, but according to their Twitter it isn't...

Which doesn't seem right to me, but whatever they say. ((Which I think was a coverup, but who asked me?))

Just in case anyone was wondering THEY MISSPELLED RAVUS ON THE OFFICIAL DISTANT WORLDS SCORE

There’s no Ravus anymore sorry it’s just Ignis attending multiple raves

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[freebirdyance]

(This came to me out of the blue and I just had to do it! Enjoy!)

When Yancy returns home one day, he sees a package with an envelope attached to it sitting on his doorstep. The envelope has "Please Open First! ~Random" written on it in ink. Inside is a letter that reads:

Dear Yancy,

I've still been mostly at Mark's manor, just waiting for whenever Asterius wants to leave. It's been kind of boring, but I'm managing. I've been thinking I should probably tell my parents I'm leaving, but since they've pretty much disowned me, I don't feel it's worth it. Hard to explain where I'm going anyway, right?

I hope you're recovering well and have been keeping busy. I'm still sorry for upsetting you before. I know none of this has been easy, and I didn't help with that. I'm also sorry about not reaching out to you when things started going wrong for me. I was just worried I'd be burdening you with my problems. That's entirely on me, not you. I know you have my back.

I don't remember if I ever told you this, but I think the main reason I ever did that dumb heist in the first place was because I felt stuck in a rut. But as stupid as it was, I'll never fully regret doing it, because it led me to meeting you and the gang. You pulled me out of that rut, and that's something I'll always be grateful for.

I didn't want to say it out loud, 'cause I know we'll see each other again, but I'm gonna miss you so much, Yance. I know time works differently there, so I'm not sure how long it'll be until I can visit. I don't want this to end on a super sad note, though, so I got you a little something to remember me by in case you don't see me again before I leave. Do you remember that night I caught you dancing on cleaning duty? Well, this just seemed too perfect to pass up. I hope you like it!

Anyway, this letter's getting a bit long. Please, PLEASE take good care of yourself, and try to take each day one at a time. I'll be (trying) to count the days until I can visit. Hope to see you soon, free bird.

Love, Random

The package, when opened, has a black framed print of most of the lyrics to Frank Sinatra's "Strangers In The Night" in the shape of a heart. The sheet music for the song is in the background.

Yancy was coming home after work when he spots the package outside his door. He tilts his head, trying to recall if he was expecting anything as he walks over and picks it up. Once he sees the name on the envelope, he smiles fondly and carefully tucks the package under his arm as he unlocks the door. It was a nice surprise to come home to after a long day.

Once inside, he sets the package on the kitchen island and takes a seat, opening the envelope as instructed and begins reading the letter. He can’t help the sigh of relief when she states it’s been boring at Mark’s manor. While he didn’t wish boredom on his friend, that meant that things were calm. Or as calm as they could be at the manor, considering the hub that it was. He takes his time reading the rest of the letter, then he sets it to the side. And…he sits there quietly for a moment.

It was incredibly moving to read, and he finds himself wondering how he ended up being lucky enough to know the people that he did. Random was a sweetheart who owed him no apologies, something he wished he could tell her now. And even though she was doing something as kind as being Asterius’ roommate, she still took the time to not only write such a heartfelt letter, but get him a gift? It was…overwhelming. Yancy had been planning on going back in a few days or so, but…maybe he should make it sooner, so he could see her again. It would be a real shame if he missed the opportunity due to his own hangups.

Then he’s recalling the memory Random mentions, his smile growing, and now he was curious about what could possibly be in the package. Once he’s holding the framed print in his hands, he’s grinning from ear to ear, a laugh leaving him at the memory it represented. And the thoughtfulness of the gift. Yancy hangs it in a prominent place in the living room, and he’s humming the song to himself off and on for the rest of the day and into the next.