#and eventually i decided to just post this

[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 2.

Summary - What happens when you meet Lando again? So, this was supposed to be angst only, but ya girl can't post anything without smut, so, enjoy!

Warnings - 18+ minors DNI, smut, p in v sex, dirty talk, creampie, angst.

Part 1

The next two weeks following that morning had whizzed by in a blur. Both you and Lando had extremely busy schedules and took every free second you got to text or call each other.

It wasn't easy with the time differences, but the cyber sex was honestly the best you'd had since the start of your 'relationship...' It was intense, mind blowing phone sex, leaving you both desperate and eager to see each other, although you'd have to wait a whole extra week because Lando had some media obligations in America. So that meant it was a whole two more weeks before you could get your hands on one another.

On one particular day, you'd texted Lando in the wee hours of the morning, knowing it was late night where he was, and since he'd said he planned to spend the night in, you were expecting a quick response from him.

You didn't get one.

But you thought nothing of it, not even worrying the slightest bit, and eventually, you got on with your day. It wasn't until evening when you saw that there was still no response for him, though you could see he had been online.

You tried to call him, it just rang and rang.

Still, you didn't think much of it. Maybe he just needed space, and you were happy to oblige.

The next few days as well passed with radio silence from him. You could see from social media that he was out and about, doing whatever media he had to do, getting on with it all, except you it seems, though you willed yourself not to let it affect you.

Newsflash it did.

Deciding it was best to throw yourself into work, you were now working ungodly hours overtime, getting as much done to try and block out the fact that Lando was clearly avoiding you by now. It had only been a week of absolutely no contact, but it definitely felt much longer than that. You missed his goofy laugh, his adorable dimples, his banter, and you missed the orgasms he gave you...you missed his dick.

It was now past 8pm, and after a long day of grinding you stopped at the shops to get some food that you could just throw in he microwave to get hot. Busy scrolling the aisles at your local store then you stopped in your tracks. You'd never miss those god damn perfect curls, even in a sea of a million people.

He had his back to you, and before you mind could make a decision on whether to leave or talk to him, he turned around, bit his bottom lip when he saw you.

It was no surprise that Lando was a handsome man. His physique alone was hot. And so seeing him stand in front of you - in the flesh, already had a wetness pooling through your cunt.

Quickly, you out those thoughts to the back of your mind as he approached you.

''Didn't know you were back'' you said breaking the silence. You were curious to hear what his answer would be, because you were always the first person he'd call the second he was back in Monaco.

''Yeah, just been caught up..'' he trailed, letting out a breath, bringing his hand up to massage the back of his thick neck.

Caught up enough to toss me to the side... you thought to yourself.

It was awkward. Awkward as fuck. The both of you standing there, not knowing what to say to one another. Really, it was a first.

Until...

It wasn't 10 minutes later and you were riding Lando in his McLaren.

Your panty thrown somewhere in the back seat.

You should have known better, should have stopped yourselves, but clearly your pussy, and his dick, had a mind of their own.

You rode him like your life depended on it, watching with hooded eyes as your nipples disappeared into Lando's mouth, his teeth grazing and biting down hard before using his tongue to sooth over your bud.

''Fuck, Lando, yes..ri-right there, please'' you begged as even in the small of his sports car, he was lifting his hips to meet your half way, thrusting in and out of you pussy relentlessly, letting out a series of guttural moans and grunts.

It wasn't even a few minutes until you felt your orgasm nearing, your walls clenching almost painfully around Lando's cock as he bought his hand down to flick a thumb at your clit.

''So tight, fuck..need to stretch you out some more'' he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

''I'm close'' you barely managed to say between nips and licks, your body was shuddering, shaking uncontrollably as Lando has two tasks at hand - one, keeping your body in control, two, chase his own orgasm.

And not two minutes later Lando was emptying his load into you, sheets of warm cum filling you up to the brink while lewd grunts left his mouth, his dick twitching as you rode him through it.

You finally stilled your bodies, chests heaving trying to catch your breaths as you leaned back and put your weight on his steering wheel behind you.

''Fucking hell'' he said, panting as his eyes stayed trained on the state you were in - disheveled hair, boobs slipped out of your bra and dress, looking red and bruised.

There was an unspoken tension filling up the car, and you could feel him softening inside you, the both of you looking down to the place you were still joined, almost as if you were avoiding looking at each other.

You watched as Lando gently pulled himself out, gasping when he saw a mixture of both your cum oozing out of your cunt, the both of you moaning at the sight, and then suddenly his eyes were trained on yours, as he very quickly pushed his dick back into you, pushing the cum back in.

''Fuck'' he whispered as you let out another moan, your walls clenching tightly around him.

''Lan..'' you murmured, closing your eyes and trying to etch the feeling of his dick inside you to your brain, because something told you this wouldn't happen again, though you prayed you were wrong.

He was suddenly hard again, no surprise to him because just the sight you all fucked out and dripping with his cum got him all excited again. Call it his good stamina.

''Come here'' he softly said, pulling you forward again, your boobs in his face as he lifted you ass up slightly before slamming you down in one hard thrust.

You braced your hands on his shoulders again, leaning down to lock lips with him for the first time since you last saw him.

It was sloppy and dirty, tongue and teeth clashing, almost as if you were just licking each other where possible - not properly kissing, all the while Lando bounced you up and down his dick, each thrust getting harder than each.

You pulled back for air, Lando stuffing his face back into your boobs, letting a series of staggered breaths and groans leave your mouth, feeling your orgasm approaching fast.

''Lando, I- fuck, I can't. Too much'' you were barely able to say. He was being ruthless and as much as you wanted it, your body was overly sensitive today.

''You can baby, one more for me, yeah? Fuck please'' he sounded like he was begging, and how could you refuse him?

You couldn't form any words by now, so all you did was nod your head, while his hand raked down to pinch at your clit.

''That's it baby. Please just be a slut for me. You're already doing so fucking good, letting me fuck you so good. Fuck'' he grunted, through gritted teeth, knowing his dirty words would send you over the edge.

And he was right, within seconds your cum was coating his dick again, your body quivering in his arms again, feeling like jelly, releasing pornographic moans into the confinement of the car.

And Lando - as soon as he felt you walls closing up on him, his own release spluttering his cum through your pussy, warm and sticky as he slowed his movements and eventually came to a standstill.

''Ah, fuck y/n'' he mumbled, causing you to giggle because yeah, ''fuck'' was the word of the day.

You stayed close together, breathing in each others air as your bodies shivered with cool air on your sweat, Lando busying his hands by combing your hair back through his fingers.

This time, he pulled out, and he stayed out, using his fingers instead to gently push the cum back up your pussy before bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean.

And this time, your eyes didn't avoid each other.

Lando kept opening and closing his mouth, wanting to say something though falling short every time.

You didn't miss how his body language changed all of a sudden, how he stiffened underneath you, and suddenly you felt cautious.

It was awkward as fuck - you sitting on his naked thighs, dress bunched up you stomach, pussy bare and leaking, while his jeans and boxers were pushed halfway down his legs, cock soft and twitchy resting against your stomach.

Finally, he cleared his throat. His words knocking all the air out of his lungs.

''I...I'm seeing someone..Magui. I mean. I'm gonna start seeing Magui. So this - he gestured between the two of you - can't happen again.''

Your breath hitched, you could feel the color draining from you face as your own body now stiffened.

He said it so casually, like what you just did meant nothing. Like the last 6 months have been nothing, just tossed off to the side.

''Say something..'' he whispered.

You were sure your words would get stuck in your throat, already feeling your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the whole situation.

Lando was done with you. He basically 'dumped' you while you were both naked in the smallest space possible.

You cleared your throat and leaned over to his passenger seat to grab a tissue, your mind racing as fast as his cars go. Some many thoughts overwhelming you as you willed yourself not to let tears spill out your eyes.

This is it. He's not yours. He's back with her, an ex fling. He's leaving you for her.

''Y/N'' he said your name softly, gauging your reaction.

You sniffled, concentrating on cleaning your cunt - that was still on full display, before you finally pulled your dress down and looked up at him.

Gone was that look that was reserved just for you, and you heart broke at the cold eyes staring at you.

''So that's why you've been avoiding me..? Too busy fucking someone else? Why did we just do this if you're with her? You've just used me to basically cheat on her....thought you'd have more respect for the both of us...'' you questioned, almost whispering the last part, and wincing at your words because you didn't want to know the answer.

Lando coughed, shifting underneath you as he slyly tucked his dick back into his boxers.

''Not seeing her yet...but yeah I guess there are unresolved feelings so we're gonna give it a shot'' he said. ''As for us... guess this was a moment of weakness. But I'm done. We're done.'' he said matter of factly.

You suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe, needing to get out of this space asap because the man in front of you wasn't the Lando you knew.

Not 10 minutes ago was he calling you baby...swallowing a mix of your cum, and now he's done with you.

You're heart clenched not just at the fact that you were losing your fuckbuddy, but Lando as your best friend. From the way he was talking, it was clear that the friendship part of your relationship was also done with.

You needed to get out of here before you broke down in front of him. He didn't deserve to see you vulnerable like this.

So you took one last longing look at him, memorizing each and every freckle and line on his face as you body tingled from the warmth of him.

Surely he could see the hurt on your face, right? He knew you better than most. But still, his eyes didn't soften, nor did his words.

''You should go..now..forget the last few months...'' he said, already moving to open the door for you to climb out of his lap.

You cleared your throat for the umpteenth time today, mind fuzzed when your body finally lost contact with his, and with one last look at him, you turned on your heels, shamefully walking to your car, and not a few seconds later, he was zooming out of the car park.

The next few days were spent wallowing in bed, avoiding any events in town with the fear of running into them.

So George's girlfriend Carmen took up residency at your apartment to keep your mind busy.

You needed to heal, and move on from something that was nothing to even begin with.

A whole week later as you were scrolling Instagram, the photo slapped you in the face.

There he was, with his tongue down her throat, hands groping her ass.

You had no right to be mad, sad, angry, whatever emotions that were over taking your senses. Lando wasn't yours. Not anymore at least. There was never any label between you.

But the more you thought about it, you were more so longing the guy with whom you could talk about anything, truly be yourself around and not get judged for silly things.

The universe had other plans for you though...because in just two weeks time, you were to host an event in London for McLaren. Oh, what could go wrong......

A/N - hope you all enjoyed this...side tracked part! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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[nellas-art]

Been seeing a lot of Aym x Lamb/OC art and felt brave enough to post my own! Had this comic since last year and decided to clean it up.

I've been wanting to do stuff with Apollyon and Aym for a while; I never really messed around with my cotl stuff having an au name (mostly because with Lambert and co it was based off my first playthrough of Cult of the Lamb, and ideas didn't really stray too far from canon stuff) but I think for this one I'll call it the Three of Hearts au

The Three of Hearts au is essentially gonna focus on Apollyon, Aym, and eventually Flauros (Apollyon's goat) on their relationships with each other and just learning to live again since for all of them, their entire lives revolved around a god.

This is quite self-indulgent so I hope y'all like it!

[ro-ren31]

It can be eventually romantic, or fully platonic, or even a post-canon au where cumplane gets sent back by the system and then decide to rely on each other while missing their husbands.

Obviously, eventually, mobei and LBH find cumplane and at first the family sees some stuff and all come up with their own conclusions

parents think they had some sort of fight/break up and are trying to make the other jealous. Brothers think there might be cheating and don't know how to deal with it (one saw SQH kiss mobei and doesn't want to break Shen Yuan's heart, while the other saw SY kiss LBH and doesn't want to believe his brother would do such a thing) sis believes that they're in a polycule. Eventually, she tells the family this, eith i connected the dots level evidence, and they all decide to believe her for their own piece of mind

Eventually, when everyone is at a family dinner (obviously SQH would go after all, he knows that Shen Yuan's family think of him as a son, and obviously they are going to bring their husbands) Shen Yuan's mom casually mentions the fact that they're a polycule.

Shen Yuan is very confused and says that they aren't one, and his mom just pulls an

"It's okay sweetie we all know, you don't have to hide it from us we support you"

And proceeds to bring up all the evidence and by the end of it both SQH and Shen Yuan are questioning if they're in a polycule while LBH and Mobei wait until they're back at cumplanes' place to ask what a polycule is.

Shen Yuan who accidentally becomes Shang Qinghua's roommate after inviting him over so many times that he already has his toothbrush there.

His whole family thinks they are a couple.

His sis thinks that they are even in very advanced steps of their relationship, like, already engaged or something because of their level of intimacy and closeness.

His brothers think that Shang Qinghua is a vermin who takes advantage of their little Yuan-er's money, until they come across Shang Qinghua grocery shopping and notice all the care he takes in choosing products that won't harm Shen Yuan despite his own comments about love those spicy instant noodles so much (noodles that he don't add to his shopping cart. Everything there is healthy, nutritious and free of agrochemicals).

Eventually, his parents accept Shang Qinghua as well. Sometimes they start calling him "son" and so. As long as Shen Yuan is happy...

Shen Yuan doesn't understand why his family is so weird. He, in love with that pathetic author? What's wrong with them? They live together so that idiot doesn't have to pay rent and prostitute his novel!! Let him write a happy ending without the demands of a jerk-off audience for Luo Binghe!!!

Eventually, PIDW's comments also start to believe for some reason that Airplane and Peerless Cucumber have become boyfriends. Shen Yuan is resigned. Fuck you all.

[tsumuus]

Hello hope you’re doing well!! I’m looking at ur valentines event and I just have to request teddy bear + Bakugou!! :3

Valentine’s Day wasn’t really a holiday you paid much attention to. Sure, the pink and red decorations were cute, and the chocolates on sale the day after were a bonus, but the whole romantic aspect? Yeah, you preferred to ignore that. Especially when your long-time crush happened to be your best friend, Katsuki Bakugou.

So, when the inevitable pity party formed among your single friends, you gladly joined. The evening was filled with shared complaints, dramatic groans, and enough junk food to make recovery from the sugar crash seem impossible. It was fun, a perfect way to forget about the couples posting their gifts and love confessions all over social media. Eventually, though, your friends trickled out one by one, until it was just you and Bakugou left in the common area.

You were used to moments like these with him. Comfortable silence, an occasional quip from his end, and the warmth of just existing near each other without any pressure. But then, as he stood to leave, he turned to you with a careless, “Oh yeah, got you somethin’.”

Blinking, you barely had time to process before he tossed something soft at you. Reflexively, you caught it, eyes widening at the sight of a plush teddy bear resting in your hands. It was soft, warm from where his hands had just been, and oddly adorable.

You looked back up at him, completely stunned. “You… got me a teddy bear?”

He shoved his hands into his pockets, rolling his eyes. “Yeah? What, you don’t want it?”

“No! No, I-” You scrambled for words. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

He shrugged, already turning toward the hallway. “It’s nothing. Just ‘cause.”

Just ‘cause.

On Valentine’s Day.

You barely managed to stammer out a thanks before he disappeared down the hall, leaving you sitting there, heart pounding against your ribs. Your fingers curled around the plush fur of the bear as your thoughts began to spiral.

It’s just a friendly gesture. Nothing weird about that. Right?

But this was Bakugou. The guy who didn’t do things without a reason. The guy who scoffed at sentimentality, rolled his eyes at grand romantic gestures. He had never given you a gift before- not even for your birthday. And now, on Valentine’s Day of all days, he decided to just… casually give you a teddy bear?

You spent the next several minutes pacing your dorm, the bear sitting accusingly on your bed as your mind raced a mile a minute. What if you were overthinking it? What if it really was just a friendly thing? But what if it wasn’t? What if-

No. No, you couldn’t just sit here and drive yourself insane. You needed answers.

Before you could lose your nerve, you grabbed the bear and stormed down the hall to Bakugou’s dorm, knocking firmly on his door.

A few seconds later, the door swung open, revealing him in sweats and a loose t-shirt, hair still damp from a shower. His eyebrows lifted slightly at the sight of you standing there, looking somewhat frantic. “What the hell are you doing?”

You swallowed, gripping the bear a little tighter. “I need to ask you something.”

He stepped aside, letting you in, and you wasted no time turning to face him once the door shut. “The bear,” you started, voice a little unsteady. “It wasn’t just a friendly thing, was it?”

His eyes flickered to the plush in your arms, then back to your face. For once, he didn’t immediately respond with some snarky remark or insult. Instead, he exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No. It wasn’t.”

Your breath hitched. “Then what was it?”

His jaw tightened before he finally muttered, “What the hell do you think?”

Your heart stopped. “Bakugou-”

He cut you off with a frustrated groan, crossing his arms. “I like you, dumbass. Alright? I have for a while. Didn’t know how to say it, so I figured the damn bear could do the talking for me.”

Your brain short-circuited. Your long-time crush- your best friend- liked you.

“I-” Words failed you, emotions flooding in too fast to process. You looked down at the bear, then back up at him, and before you could stop yourself, a smile broke across your face.

“That’s really stupid,” you murmured, voice fond.

His scowl deepened. “Yeah, well, so is pacing around for twenty minutes before stormin’ over here.”

You laughed, light and breathless, before taking a hesitant step forward. “Bakugou-”

“Katsuki,” he corrected, softer this time.

Your heart squeezed, and you took another step, closing the space between you. “Katsuki,” you echoed, voice barely above a whisper. “I like you too.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, expression unreadable. Then, with a quiet scoff, he muttered, “Took you long enough,” before reaching out, pulling you against him.

And just like that, the bear wasn’t the only thing warm in your hands anymore.

valentines event | masterlists

a/n i love this request this prompt is so bakugou coded ugh love you💋 hope you liked it! :)

[cloverapple]

do you have anymore advice? your post helped me so much pls I need more

The Restaurant Analogy For Reality Shifting

Aghhh I told myself I wasn’t going to post anything else, yet here I am XD. Hopefully this is helpful.

You already know how to shift. “Oh, but I—” nope. Nope. You already know how to shift. How do I know that? Because shifting is simply the act of becoming aware of your desired reality. And how do you become aware? By focusing, by choosing what you want to become aware of. When your focus and intention are aligned with your DR, you’re already shifting.

“But the symptoms—“

Oh to grab and politely shake you until you realize that “becoming aware of XYZ” is merely focusing on that thing, becoming aware of it. Are you laying there focusing on your DR? Congratulations, you’ve become aware of your DR.

(There’s a very popular post on here (that I can’t find rn bc I’m rushing as I type this) that states your awareness shifts first and then your senses follow. I cannot stress enough how true that is.)

When you lay down to shift, you don’t need to overcomplicate it. Just focus on your DR and allow it to come to you. Let yourself shift. Sure, allowing it might involve slipping into an altered state of consciousness, using methods, counting or affirming—if that feels natural to you in the moment. But ultimately, it comes down to self-trust. Your mind already knows how to shift. Maybe your issue is that you just need to step out of your own way and let it happen. Which in that case:

Deciding to shift is like deciding to go to a restaurant and sitting down.

Choosing your DR is like selecting a meal from the menu.

Letting your subconscious do the work is like trusting the chef in the kitchen to cook your meal.

What happens next? Inevitably, the chef brings out your meal—you become aware of your DR.

Now, what NOT to do:

You don’t march into the kitchen and grab the ingredients from the chef. You don’t argue with them about how they’re making your meal. Your chef, your mind, knows how to cook. You don’t pace back and forth from the kitchen to your table, spiraling in doubt, wallowing in self-pity, or crying to everyone in the restaurant about how you’ll never get your food and how you’re doomed to starve. You don’t leave the restaurant altogether. You sit down, relax, and trust the process.

“But what if my meal takes a year, or two, or even more?”

Well, think about it—what have you been doing during that time? Have you been running into the kitchen? Losing faith in the chef? Accusing him of not knowing how to cook? Your beliefs shape your reality. What you believe—what you truly believe—is what manifests.

This even applies to the “restaurant.” If you believe your meal will take forever, it will. If you believe the chef isn’t cooking, they won’t be. If you believe you’ll never get your meal, then you probably won’t.

But that’s the beauty of going to the restaurant. No matter how much you doubt, the meal comes eventually. Why else would you have sat down at the restaurant?

And there’s another thing: some meals may take longer, and that’s completely fine. Even if you’ve been patiently sitting here waiting for it and it’s been taking forever in your mind, that’s completely fine. Let go of this atattchment you have to time.

So what if the meal took a year to reach your table? 2 years? 3 years? 4 years? 5 years? Has all that time passed since you’re reading this? Awesome! So why are you still focused on it?

All the time you’ve spent shifting, you will get back and more once you start shifting. 2 years? You gain it back. 3 years? Back into your hand it goes. 4 years? There it is again. 5 years? You got it back.

Focus on the now; sit at the restaurant, enjoy the live music, talk to other patrons, flip through the menu and browse because maybe you want to change your meal or try an appetiser.

“Changing the meal (my DR) means it’s going to take even longer!”

Who told you that? I don’t know what kind of cooking you guys are doing IRL, but afaik, if the stove is already on and the pan is warm, searing that stake is going to be just as quick.

“Clover, but you just implied that arguing with the chef messes with your meal!”

Arguing with the chef (your subconscious) is very different from politely poking your head through the kitchen doors and informing him that you want a different meal.

“But how do I focus on my DR?”

I love this question! When you’re sitting at the table, expecting your meal, what are you doing? You’re probably thinking about your food—imagining the flavors, the texture, the sensations of eating it, the satisfaction of finally having it. That’s how you focus on your DR.

When you’re laying there doing your shifting process, think about what it feels like to be in your DR. Use your senses. Imagine the smells, the sounds, the things you’d touch, the things you’d hear. Visualize, ground yourself, and do what feels natural for you. There’s no right or wrong way to focus—just let yourself become immersed in the idea of your DR and trust it’s coming to you.

What you need to do is simple: select your meal, sit down, and know that it’s coming. I’m not even telling you to wait for it—just know that it’s already on its way. The moment you ordered, it became yours. That’s all there is to it.

[hakkkuu]

im feeling a bit angsty today after i saw ur toxic bf riize texts 😔 if its okayy can i request for a continuation w anton? where the reader followed what he wanted (space) and slowly moved on from him (ghosting him). anton only realized it a few days after when he saw reader is posting on her socials again. the ending is up to youuu hehehe thank you so much! 🫶🫶🫶🫶

After your last conversation with Anton, where he had expressed feeling trapped and drained, you decided it was time to give him the space he so desperately seemed to need. You began to withdraw, not out of spite, but from a place of self-respect and the realization that perhaps this relationship was more harmful than healing. The act of ghosting him was gradual; you stopped initiating contact, your responses became briefer, and eventually, they ceased altogether. This wasn't just about giving him space; it was about reclaiming your own.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into 1 months, you felt a newfound freedom. The weight of trying to maintain a relationship that seemed one-sided lifted, allowing you to focus on yourself. You picked up hobbies you had neglected, spent more time with friends and your social media became a canvas of your personal growth, filled with pictures of you smiling, trying new foods, and exploring new places.

Meanwhile, Anton, who had initially felt relieved by the space, began to notice the silence. He scrolled through your social media, seeing your posts, each one a testament to your life moving forward without him. A pang of realization hit him; he had wanted space, but he hadn't anticipated the emptiness that followed. He missed your conversations, your laughter, the way you'd text him good morning and goodnight. The freedom he thought he craved now felt like a void.

The conversation ended there, leaving a silence that was both painful and necessary. Anton was left in a state of shock, his messages left on read, his heart heavy with regret. He hadn't realized how much he'd pushed you away until the door had closed.

Over the next few months, your life blossomed in ways you hadn't anticipated. Your friend has introduced you to Yushi. He was kind, funny, handsome, understanding, and most importantly, he appreciated you for who you were. After few dates, you started dating and you couldn't be more happy. Your relationship with Yushi grew slowly, built on mutual respect and shared interests. You instagram page turned into lovestagram, your smiles genuine and happiness palpable.

Anton, in his loneliness, couldn't help but check your social media from time to time, hoping for a sign that maybe you missed him too. But today, as he scrolled through, he saw it: a picture of you and a guy he never saw before, holding hands, laughter in your eyes, a joy that seemed to radiate from the screen. The caption read, "Found my peace with you"

A huge wave of sadness hit Anton as he realized it was forever over. The sight of you with someone else was a stark reminder of what he had lost. He remembered the times he had dismissed your needs, the moments he had taken your love for granted. He thought back to how he felt free when you gave him space, but now that freedom felt like a prison of his own making.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he sat alone in his room, the reality of his actions sinking in. He had lost you, not because you didn't love him, but because he hadn't loved you the right way. The regret was overwhelming, a lesson learned too late. Anton knew he had to move on, but the image of you with Yushi, happy and in love, would forever be etched in his mind as the moment he truly understood what he had given up.

[insert-random-account-name]

Crappy Character Analysis, part 11 (finale)

Alas, my ramblings have reached their end. We have the final voice: The Voice of the Hero. I saved him for last on purpose, since understanding the other voices is almost vital to understanding his character. If this is the first post of mine you see, do me a favor and check out the other parts first, so you can truly appreciate how special this character is.

part 1 (Broken) part 2 (Skeptic) part 3 (Cold)

part 4 (Paranoid) part 5 (Stubborn) part 6 (Contrarian)

part 7 (Smitten) part 8 (Opportunist) part 9 (Cheated)

part 10 (Hunted)

VOICE OF THE HERO

Hero is probably the most nuanced character in this entire game. He is the very first voice you get, and the only one to appear in every chapter of the game. He’s also far more complex than the single-minded voices that are also populating your subconscious. His first line is questioning whether or not you’re actually going to slay the Princess, yet if that’s what you decide to do, he goes along with it. He’s a lot quieter than most of the other voices, and allows you to make your own decisions. Once you start getting to Chapter 3’s, he fades into the background, only offering one or two lines when things start getting really out of hand. He seems mostly unable to exert the same control over your body that the other voices do, and is perfectly fine with going along for the ride. In his appearances, he acts as the voice of reason, trying to find the best option for everyone. In many cases, he tries to compromise, even when both the Narrator and Princess confirm that you’re going to have to make a choice eventually. I would make the argument that the Hero is the closest to an actual person than any other character.

Hero is simply someone who is trying his best. You get him the second you make a choice. He represents free will, and the natural feeling to question anything you’re told. He wants to do the right thing, and murdering a Princess is not in those bounds. However, he is incredibly loyal to you, the decider. He recognizes that all decisions come down to you. Even if you make a choice that Hero strongly dislikes, he still sticks by you, doing his best to spin something positive out of the results. His normalcy also adds a balance to the extreme personalities the other voices host. When Hero is surrounded by irrational voices, such as the Smitten or the Broken, he acts as a voice of reason (Example, telling Smitten that the two of you can’t be in love, since you just met). Around more grounded voices, such as the Skeptic or the Cold, Hero is more prone to panic (Example, him asking whether you can “put back” the Prisoner’s decapitated head). He is also incredibly courageous, not only staying strong in the course of the main game, but assisting you in the final confrontation with the Princess.

Even more important to the Hero’s character is that every subsequent voice comes from him. Each fragments off from the whole, and then takes that piece and grows it to an extreme. This is why the Hero has more nuance than the rest of the cast; he is a bunch of personality traits combined, rather than one or two. This is why there are times he shows empathy, or falls in love, or opts for violence. The Hero represents a person so well that he often echoes the thoughts of people playing the game. 

Finally, you can’t talk about Hero without mentioning the final cabin scene. He is one of the two voices to side with you if you are rude to them in every mirror scene. One of my favorite moments is when he offers to narrate the cabin for you, and if you agree, stumbles through a half-hearted description, meant more to try and cheer you up than actually paint an image. No matter what choice you make with the Princess, the Hero is loyal to the end, justifying your every action. The saddest part of the “Leave with Her” ending is leaving him behind, yet he understands that the two of you have a story to finish, and he knows that he has done his job. Still, if you leave with the harsh Princess, he still takes joy in her calling you “Hero”. The voice of the Hero is the most popular voice for a reason, and I hope I did him justice.

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Dangerous Notes – Part 4

Title: Dangerous Notes – Part 4

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Singer!Female Reader

Fic Summary: Reluctantly agreeing to fill in for her sick friend at a prestigious jazz club, The Armoury, Reader finds herself thrust into a world of old-world glamour and unknown danger. The club’s enigmatic owner, Bucky Barnes, has set his sights on making her a permanent fixture on his stage—and in his life.

Chapter Summary: You curiosity about The Armoury’s deepens as she begins to notice subtle details about the club’s patrons and staff. Meeting  Wanda she hoped to get a few more answers, but is only left feeling unease. Which only grows as Bucky’s focus on her remains unrelenting.

Word Count:  2.6K

Fic Warnings: // Explicit Content // Mature Themes.18+, Minors DNI, Dark Romance, Slow Burn, Possessive/Obsessive behaviour, Violence, Smut (eventually) No Beta... so yeah.. forgive things  Chapter Warnings:  None…just slightly Possessive/Obsessive behaviour if ya squint.. I promise stuff will start happening!

A/N: Ok, moving forward this fic will be updated every other Thursdays (I need more time with these, and I want to be working on other fic too, so.. Bi weekly, unless I want to post extra.. so :p)

Rehearsal had gone well, you were seemingly gelling well with the band. But The band and watch Pietro put on his little show the piano just made you smile.  Instead of leaving and returning later for your performance, you decided to stay in your dressing room, tinkering with a new arrangement to keep your mind occupied. Maybe something to add to the set before Kara came back? Nah, you didn't want to act like you planned on staying.. This one might just stay for you, or even give it to Kara. The fact way working on things like this soothed you, grounding your thoughts until the faint hum of music from the main room drew you out. maybe you'd just go watch the band in the wings for a while. 

The lounge was dimly lit but inviting, though the stage lights didn't reach the stage wins in such a dramatic way that you couldn't see out into the club. But for the moment you were just watching Pietro’s fingers flew across the keys, his playful energy infectious as the other musicians kept up effortlessly. You leaned against the wall, letting the music wash over you, filling a space inside you that had long felt empty.

There was something about this place-the music, the camaraderie among the performers, the way every note seemed to breathe life into the room. It made you feel part of something. Here, you didn’t feel like a failure, like you often did at the high school where you taught. Music had always been your escape, your sanctuary, and being around people who lived and breathed it reminded you why you’d fallen in love with it in the first place.

You began to notice details you hadn’t paid attention to before. The men in tailored suits who approached Yelena with whispered words before slipping into private rooms. The subtle, almost imperceptible nods exchanged between staff members. The glances toward the 'Staff Only' door that seemed to lead to places unknown. A creeping unease settled in your chest. Maybe the rumors about The Armoury weren’t entirely baseless after all.

“Dinner,” a voice interrupted your thoughts. A woman stood before you, holding a tray of small dishes. She had sharp features softened by a warm expression, her dark hair pulled back neatly. “Come on, let’s eat. Been told I've got to make sure you eat before your set.”

You followed her back to your dressing room, where she set the tray down on the small table. The spread was modest but thoughtful: cold cuts, pickles, toasted bread, and other light snacks-exactly what a singer would need to keep their energy up without feeling weighed down. The fact that once again a glass of whiskey was also included made you smile.  “Oh, I’m Wanda, by der way,” she said, glancing up with a small smile. her accent the same as her brothers “Sorry, I just started my shift, so I 'aven’t been able to say hi properly.”

You blinked, feeling a twinge of guilt as you sat down. “Wanda? Hi. Your brother mentioned you worked here too."  guilt hit you in the stomach, you'd taken this poor girls job. "I’m sorry, I-” You gestured vaguely at the meal in front of you. “I didn’t realize there was a backup singer already lined up when Kara called she- she asked if I'd cover and-”

Wanda waved off your apology with an easy shrug. “Sweetie, you don’t have to be this apologetic. I only fill in on occasion.  If it 'ad been for more than a week, the boss would’ve called in someone else. I’m not as good as I like to think I am.”

You gave her a curious look. Modesty seemed to run in the family-Pietro had the confidence of a showman at the piano, but even he downplayed his skill. “Music run in the family?” you asked, trying to make conversation as you picked at the food.

Wanda smirked slightly, moving her head a little. 'Somet'ing like that. Pietro’s the one with the real talent, though. My skills are, else where.”

You let the statement sit between you, sensing there was more she wasn’t saying, but you didn’t press. Instead, you changed course. “Have you been here long?”

For the briefest moment, her expression stiffened, but she recovered quickly. “A while,” she said vaguely, you weren't sure what the issue was.  "I noticed a lot of people seem to work here. Well I kept seeing people go through the staff door, I didn't think somewhere this size needed that many people, must be a lot competition for shift."   She hesitated before answering, "Not 'veryone you've seem works 'ere, I mean." Her tone deliberately casual. “Mr Barnes likes to conduct business from one location sometimes it's here, others its" she waved her hand about "He like to treats this place like 'is 'private boys’ club' you know? So you'll probably see people using that door that work for him in other places.” There was something in in her tone that made you realized talking about things might not be the best idea. "Wouldn't think too much about it.”

You nodded, but her words only reinforced what you’d started to suspect. There was more happening at The Armoury than its vintage charm and live music suggested. The suits that came and went, the hushed conversations, the careful movements of staff-it all added up to something larger, something you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.

Still, you pushed the thought aside, forcing yourself to focus on your meal. Your set started in half an hour, and you needed to warm up.

The performance was going well. The crowd responded organically, their applause and murmurs of appreciation fueling your confidence. The initial and familiar nerves that had gripped you at the start dissipating as you lost yourself in the rhythm. Maybe you weren’t as rusty as you thought. Maybe last night wasn’t a fluke. There was a certainty settling inside you now, a quiet realization that you could still do this-that you still had it in you. As you glanced over at the band, you caught sight of Pietro shooting you a small, encouraging smile, his fingers dancing effortlessly over the piano keys. Ted gave you a subtle nod of approval while he strummed out his bass notes, but it was the drummer Leo met your gaze with an approving wink between beats that made your smile grow that little bit more. The warmth of the spotlight, the support of the band, and the way the audience seemed utterly enthralled made you feel weightless, like you belonged here more than anywhere else. You were growing wings again. 

Standing under the lights as the next musical intro started your eyes wandered, scanning the room taking it all in, it was packed tonight, but then again it was Saturday, the sight of patrons lounging in deep booths and seated around dimly lit tables, glasses clinking softly, pleased and relaxed smiles. Maybe after Kara came back you'd come and enjoy a night here. 

Then, your gaze landed on the back of the room. To one of the booths against the back wall.

Bucky Barnes.

He sat with a group of men, looking every bit like a king surrounded by his court. The men around him were engaged in conversation, discussing something of importance while enjoying their drinks and their own company, but Bucky was completely still. His eyes were locked onto you, unwavering and intense, his gaze tracing your every move as if committing them to memory. You could almost feel his suspicion, his distrust, pressing against you, wrapping around you like a silent demand, the weight of it making your breath catch in your throat.

Even from a distance, the power of his presence was undeniable, an anchor amid the ever-shifting currents of the club. The men around him spoke in low tones, exchanging words over glasses of dark liquor, but Bucky remained distant, seemingly uninterested in their discussion. His fingers rested lightly on the rim of his glass, tapping an almost rhythmic beat, but his attention never wavered from you.

You could feel the heat of his stare, the quiet intensity of it sending a shiver down your spine. It was as if he was daring you to acknowledge him, to let your eyes linger just a second longer than they should. And for a brief moment, you did.

Your gaze met his, and the air seemed to shift between you, thickening with an unspoken tension that curled around your skin like invisible tendrils. A slow smirk ghosted the edge of his lips, not just a look but an invitation, a silent declaration that he could see through every carefully placed wall, peeling back each layer with disturbing ease. It was a challenge, a provocation wrapped in calculated amusement.

Your skin prickled, a ghost of awareness crawling down your spine, warning you that you were seeing something you weren’t meant to. A shiver rolled through you, but you held his gaze, trapped in the unrelenting force of his scrutiny. The intensity of it made your breath feel shallow, your pulse just a beat too fast.

And yet, despite the quiet battle raging in the air between you, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away first.

The spell broke when the dark-skinned man next to Barnes spoke to him, drawing his attention away. Bucky’s smirk vanished instantly, his expression hardening as he turned to listen, the relaxed grip on his glass tightening. Though the group seemed to find amusement in whatever comment the other man was making. The momentary reprieve allowed you to glance away, your gaze sweeping the room.

That’s when you noticed the older blonde man speaking with Yelena at the bar. Something about the way she held herself made your stomach twist. There was a stiffness to her posture, a tension that hadn’t been there before when you'd looked over towards her earlier.  Her expression remained composed, but her head turned towards  Bucky’s table before returning to the man, something wary lurking just beneath the surface.

She wasn’t just giving directions-she was pointing him there deliberately. And not out of politeness.

You weren’t supposed to be seeing this. The realization struck like a bolt of lightning. You were witnessing something quiet, something subtle, but unmistakably important. Your presence here was incidental, but suddenly, it felt invasive. Like an observer to a conversation not meant for outside eyes.  You forced yourself to turn and have your eyes move across the cross the room. But when you looked back at Bucky, his expression had shifted once more, the mask of cool detachment slipping back into place. His sharp blue eyes remained fixed on you, but there was something else now-an edge, a calculation, like he was already deciding his next move.

The newcomer approached Barnes, his movements steady, unhurried. He leaned down, murmuring something in Bucky’s ear.  Whatever was said had drained the air from around him, replacing it with something cold, something urgent. The shift was nearly imperceptible, but undeniable. But you witness it move to effect the others at the table.  A thread of tension wove through the group, their casual postures straightening, amusement dissolving into something heavier.

Bucky gave a small, almost imperceptible nod before rising smoothly from his seat. The movement wasn’t rushed, but it carried weight, his control evident in every step he took toward the Staff Only door. The men at his table followed without hesitation, their conversations abandoned, their drinks forgotten.

No one  else seemed to notice, the patrons seemed blissfully unaware, too wrapped up in their own indulgences. You couldn't work out why you felt cold, was it that last look he gave you, or maybe just him being absent drained the heat you felt. Curling fingers gripped the microphone a little tighter, you forced yourself to keep singing, to maintain the illusion that nothing had changed, but your mind buzzed with questions.

You had no idea what had just happened-but you were certain of one thing:

Something was wrong.  For now, though, you pushed the thought aside and focused on the music. There would be time for questions later. Though ones you had a feeling you had no business asking- ones you'd keep to yourself. 

Bucky leaned back in his seat, one arm draped lazily over the back of the booth, his fingers tapping idly against the dark wood as his sharp blue eyes remained locked on the stage. The music curled through the club like slow-burning smoke, filling every corner with its sultry pull. But it wasn’t just the music holding him still. It was her.

She made it look effortless. The way she leaned into the microphone, the way the lyrics slipped from her lips like she was breathing them, as natural as the hum of a record spinning late into the night. It should have been a relief to see her fit in so seamlessly, to watch her take to the stage like it had always belonged to her. Instead, it put his nerves on edge.

It looked right. Felt right.

And that’s what unsettled him.

She wasn’t just some temporary fill-in, someone fumbling to make the best of a situation. No, she carried herself like she’d done this forever, like she had an unshakable rhythm of her own. But it was more than that-it was the way she absorbed the room, her gaze drifting across the patrons, pausing a little too long on the right people. She wasn’t just performing. She was taking things in.

She was noticing too much.

And that made her dangerous.

Bucky had spent a lifetime spotting threats before they could take root. It was instinct, an unrelenting hum in his bones. But this? This was different.

“You’re doing the staring thing again,” Sam murmured, his tone half amused, half exasperated. He lifted his glass to his lips, watching Bucky with a smirk. “You’re gonna burn a hole through her.”

Bucky didn’t so much as blink. “She doesn’t seem to mind.”

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, maybe that’s a good sign. Not everyone can handle your scowling ass all night.”

The conversation around the table continued, drifting in and out of his awareness, but Bucky remained focused. He wasn’t just watching her sing. He was studying her. The way her fingers skimmed the mic stand, the way her shoulders moved just a little too deliberately, the way she seemed to lose herself in the music-but never quite enough. There was a sharpness beneath it, an attentiveness she couldn’t quite shake.

Then he saw it. The moment her attention faltered, her gaze shifting past the stage lights, locking onto something-or someone-at the bar.

He didn’t turn to look. He didn’t have to.

“She’s too observant,” he muttered under his breath, already feeling Clint’s presence beside him.

A firm hand landed on his shoulder. “We got eyes down by the docks,” Clint murmured, voice low. “Stark’s people were seen near the water. Watching one of our shipments come in.”

Bucky exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening just slightly. It wasn’t unexpected, but it was still a problem. “How close?”

Clint leaned in. “Close enough.”

Bucky set his glass down with a quiet clink, fingers curling around the edge of the table. He didn’t move yet, just watched. One more moment.

Then he stood, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. The men around him followed without hesitation, falling into step as he made his way toward the Staff Only door.

But not before he looked at her one last time.

She was still singing, but there was something in her expression. A wariness. A quiet, creeping awareness.

She wasn’t just a performer. She was watching. That meant he’d have to watch her too. But right now, there were bigger matters at hand. 

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I am going to answer this one myself and just drop it regardless of the schedule because it’s my game lol

Warden M. Tabris (you will not ask her first name if you like your head connected to your body) probably is mildly amused + has a generally positive opinion of Leth, but she is very quiet and generally unimpressed- looking so she would make Leth uneasy. She mostly just talks with the people she’s closest to + the most genuine with (Sten, Morrigan, Zevran, hardened!Leliana) so she has a tendency to make people uncomfortable.

Vigilance Hawke eh… she’s so tired =( Idk if post-DA2, cynical + bitter Hawke would get along too well with Leth, who would probably remind her of her younger self. She’d think Leth was being kind of naive by spending so much time doing whatever their friends want without question (Vi did not kill Anders, but she didn’t like being lied to about the Chantry thing and she felt betrayed. She was a little… idk carefree and flippant during DA2, but not after =/). Leth would be wary. Vi is dangerous + sharp.

I think Leth would be a bit overwhelming for Revas Lavellan, honestly? She’s very diplomatic + reserved and the whole *everything* with Inquisition made her feel so isolated and and disconnected from people. She was very lonely and was hyper-aware that she was in a precarious position as a Dalish elf in the middle of an almost entirely human organization, and then the one person she managed to form an intense connection with turned out to be Fen’Harel lol. So she would be very polite and outwardly friendly with Leth, but they wouldn’t… hang out. Leth respects her a lot, though + she influences their thoughts about/decisions around Solas.

Companions below the cut!

DAO: Leth would not like Wynne, Oghren or Alistair. Wynne + Alistair would annoy them, Oghren they like… would want him dead lol. They would think Shale is amazing. They like Morrigan but their questions might irritate her, and they would DEFINITELY annoy Sten. They would get along with Leliana! Fashion + assassination? Match made in Heaven! They would attempt to kill Zev on sight, but eventually decide the reward was not worth it and then they would get along famously. Bringing Dog so many treats. Loghain, they would actually really like, I think. They love grumpy people! Love bothering them!!

DAA: still stabbing Oghren with knives. Velanna… they get her, but she’s too intense about stuff for them. They like DAA Anders and Sigrun, although Sig would probably not approve of their rampant disregard for the law and complete lack of remorse about it. They would have a lot of questions for Justice, but he would hate them, so they would just fight lol. Nathaniel would bore them.

DA2: Isabela + Leth would be an amazing/terrible combo lol. Varric is very special to them— first mentor that like… isn’t intense and harsh and paranoid lol. They would detest Aveline and Sebastian. Merrill they would adore and would happily enable whatever inadvisable experiments she was doing and ask a million questions. DA2 Anders is too intense for them. Fenris… they’re sympathetic, but I’m not sure they’d know how to handle him. Bethany would probably bore them a little tbh, but they’d think she was really sweet.

DAI: oh boy. Well they would/do like: Dorian, Leliana, Bull, Varric and ESPECIALLY Sera (particularly post-inquisition). They would have mixed feelings on Cole (they do NOT want to talk about their issues, but they do have SO many questions for him and think he’s fascinating), and Solas (SO many questions, again, but DAI Solas would make them suspicious and they’d think he was too uptight). Blackwall.. they’d be bored by him and suspicious of him pre-reveal, and chill with him after. Vivienne, they admire her intelligence, poise and style, but they really hate the nobility so much. I don’t think Vivienne would like them, though lol. They’d feel bad for Cullen, but probably not like him. They’d like Cassie okay, but the piety is a bit much for them. Leth is like… maybe the only person who doesn’t get along with Josie lmao, they cannot stand the Antivan nobility/merchant princes. She tries so hard but they are so resistant— maybe she could wear them down, eventually?

Hey! It’s Friday! That means it’s Rook Intro Hour <3

How it works: I ask you a question about your Rook(s) and you answer it with as much brevity or verbosity as you desire. You can do this whenever you want, and I’ll reblog it + add some comments! There’s no time limit— if you want to do the older ones, they are collected here! (The post is updated on Fridays!)

Today’s Question(s): Let’s do something special, today, to celebrate DA. What would your Rook think of your other DA protagonists? How about the other companions? Is there anyone they would particularly like or dislike? Why? What would the other protagonists/companions think of Rook?

Answer as much or as little as you like. Hope you’re well <3

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

I kind of want to either write or read a time travel fix-it fic where it's Tobirama who travels back in time - BUT it's not Tobirama's POV. He's only a side character. It's mainly focused on Madara and Hashirama. Occasionally Mito, Izuna, Touka

This post got real fucking long so here's a read more

Just a really funny fic where you never quite get to see what Tobirama is doing, because he's not the POV character and the other characters don't know/don't pay attention to what he's up to. But like he is doing important stuff yk he's taking advantage of that future knowledge

For example:

Madara and Hashirama meeting at the river. They've figured out/confessed to their respective clans and are discussing peace and who in their clan might or might not support them

Madara asks about Tobirama and Hashirama is like "Hm? Tobirama? Honestly I don't think he cares about the Senju-Uchiha war at all. He's far too occupied with his own war against the mold youkai."

"....The what?"

(It's not too obvious from Hashirama's POV that Tobirama keeps sneakily fucking up Zetsu's machinations, but what's significantly more difficult to ignore is that Tobirama is increasingly getting ambushed by White Zetsu drones ('mold youkai') - that he eliminates with extreme prejudice and alarming fury)

Just, stuff like that. Main plot is making peace, focused on most of the main family EXCEPT Tobirama (who is otherwise occupied and is thus rarely focused on much) and possibly Izuna. So it's all stuff about battles between the Senju and Uchiha, probably having to deal with internal issues as well (Butsuma/Tajima? Elders? Coup/assassination attempts?) and plotting how they could possibly get peace, it's stuff like negotiating with the Uzumaki + Mito's marriage to Hashirama, it's the Uchiha having to deal with one of their allied clans turning on them (barely noticed sub-plot during this where Tobirama is trying to prevent/rectify the sabotage Zetsu did to the Uchiha's fancy tablet), it's about planning for their eventual village (Hashirama finds notes on plumbing on his desk, written in Tobirama's hand - when the fuck did he have time for that? where did he even learn about plumbing?), it's about trying to get the Daimyo on side, it's about all the politics of trying to get other clans to move into the village too, it's about ah fuck bloodline thieves discovered there were plans for a shinobi village in the works and are doing a frantic attempt to kidnap/'harvest' as much as possible before the bloodline clans are too protected in the planned village so now we have to deal with this fucking trafficking ring...

The sub-plot is an Tobiizu fic where Izuna is (correctly) CONVINCED that Tobirama is Up To Something, and (incorrectly) decided it's malicious to the Uchiha et al, and has taken it upon himself to investigate and Stop Tobirama's Evil Plans At All Costs

Longsuffering Tobirama is far too busy for Izuna's bullshit. He's attempting to prevent/stop/counteract Zetsu's machinations, he's trying to kill Zetsu, he's trying to destroy the big old statue (yk the one I mean, idk what it's called, if it has a name), he's trying to make sure the bijuu are all safe and Won't get sealed into jinchuuruki OR the aforementioned statue...

(he gets distracted for a bit with a side project wherein he decides actually it would be really funny for him to convert the cave the big statue was in, into a place for the kyuubi to hang out. that takes him quite a while since he has to run Zetsu out (so many White Zetsu drones...), destroy the statue, alter the place accordingly, and then find and convince the kyuubi that actually this is a great idea - without the kyuubi just fucking eating him)

...he's trying to make life easier for Madara and Hashirama (oh, Butsuma died from a mysterious illness right before he could enact his incredibly stupid plan against the Uchiha? damn. what a shame. anyway-), he's having to reinvent everything he remembers from last time he lived through this shit because whilst some of those jutsus/techniques/inventions (cough, Edo Tensei, cough) aren't strictly necessary, some of them are VERY MUCH NEEDED

That takes. So much time. Luckily Tobirama doesn't have to do all the research over again, since he remembers it and it's incredibly unlikely anyone will call him out on it (....except Mito with regards to certain seals. he very begrudgingly does research and writes notes and invents plausible-mistakes-that-could-have-been-a-first-attempt) so for the most part he can skip straight to inventing or writing out the final project/knowledge

Some of Zetsu's machinations are incredibly annoying to counter, actually. Like at some point the blasted weed installed/had nearly installed a puppet ruler in Land of Water which, what? Why? Urgh

(Please imagine the absolutely incredible amounts of suspicion and incredulous disbelief and paranoia etc that Izuna is aiming Tobirama's way once he (eventually) discovers that the 'White Demon' is seemingly MESSING WITH POLITICS RE: WHO RULES A FOREIGN NATION?!?!?! is nobody else seeing this!! Izuna is NOT CRAZY look at this bullshit somebody needs to stop him-!)

So long story short Tobirama has a LOT on his plate and he is so so incredibly stressed. Somebody help this man. None of this shit is helped by the fact that

a) Zetsu realised very rapidly that someone was fucking with his plans, and promptly started trying to kill Tobirama off, or failing that, sabotage Tobirama's plans in turn

(thus the years long and increasingly violent 'war against mold youkai' that starts when Tobirama is like, ridiculously young, and Hashirama casually mentions to Madara)

b) Izuna. Just, Izuna. He's fucking obsessed with Tobirama (why) and also the most paranoid person ALIVE it sometimes seems, and he just, won't stop, sticking his nose in Tobirama's business, how does he seem to be fucking EVERYWHERE doesn't he have anything else to do it's not like Izuna even knows the shadow clone jutsu how is he doing this why-

(Izuna like. What could possibly be more important to my rival than ME. And anyway he can't possibly be doing anything GOOD so it's for the best I intervene really this is entirely altruistic-)

c) amongst all this, Tobirama still has to somehow maintain at least a vague, plausibly deniable, belief that he's like. A regular person, involved in only normal things. Because if anyone finds out what he's really doing, or what Zetsu really is, or that he's from the future (IZUNA GET YOUR NOSE OUT OF-), then that introduces just. SO MANY new moving parts and this is already fucking complicated enough as it is, alright? Yeah yeah yeah teamwork makes the dream work, two heads are better than one, etc, but this is essentially a war of information and manipulation between Zetsu and Tobirama and when your main power is info+manipulation the fucking LAST thing you want is more moving parts + more people who could leak info/know your info/unintentionally fuck up your (future) knowledge. No. As much as possible he has to do this on his own. Which means he needs to act like he's doing nothing at all. Actually spend time with his family, be seen running normal missions sometimes, help in clan matters, attend the Senju-Uchiha battles when relevant...

Which is all really really hard when there's only so much time in the day. And Zetsu doesn't have to worry about 'spending time with family' or anything so any time Tobirama spends doing that instead of working towards destroying Zetsu's shit is-

(thank fuck Tobirama still remembers how he invented shadow clones, is all he can say. thank fuck for that)

Over time Tobirama increasingly gets a handle on his terrifyingly long to-do list, which means that 'Izuna is being really annoying and following me almost all the time' moves up his priority list. Eventually Tobirama figures out that the easiest way to get Izuna to stop GETTING IN THE GODDAMN WAY is to just. Humour him. Give him attention. Yes yes you are the most important person in my life and all this inconvenient shit is just stopping me from devoting my energy to fighting you now if you could just put that lady over there under a genjutsu and- (Tobirama trying to get Izuna to help un-fuck Land of Water, it only sort of works)

At some point they fuck because Tobirama's stress levels are at an all-time high and he needs SOME sort of outlet. (Could be entirely sane+consensual (relatively. given who we're talking about) or it could be dubcon) and Izuna actually chills the fuck out for an entire ten hours afterwards. Amazing. Clearly they'll have to do this again

So they do

(yandere4yandere tobiizu for the win. Tobirama starts out normal (again, relatively, considering who we're talking about) whilst Izuna approached everything about Tobirama in a completely sideways obsessive way from the start, but Tobirama gradually starts to also get more obsessive/possessive over time. Like what do you mean the one person who has followed me unquestioningly for years and wants to kill me and kissed me yesterday and volunteered to help me fight a bijuu might LEAVE?? no. fuck you)

(Izuna with a hiraishin marker tattoo-)

anyway back to 'things even further complicating Tobirama's life':

optional letter d) Tobirama is trying so hard to seem normal and not like he's from the future or fighting an evil mold-plant-creature that wants to revive his mom from the moon. So, so hard. But alas, facts work against him

Like, I mean, imagine from an in-universe perspective. There's this guy with really weird colouring, he's known as the 'White Demon', he's better at suiton than anyone else alive and if you've seen him even SLIGHTLY try it's terrifying (think: drowning on dry land, sudden rain/storm/tsunami, blood ripped from a dozen bodies in half as many seconds-), there's? more than one of him? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE and he's so fucking hard to kill but even when you kill him he just. doesn't. die. (friendly reminder that Tobirama is abusing shadow clones like nobody's business in an attempt to stay on top of his insane amount of work to do -> yk, the jutsu he invented, that doesn't work like any other clone jutsu, and that in this timeline he has thus far told nobody about. someone destroys a shadow clone and is incredibly alarmed that theres 1) no corpse 2) the White Demon is STILL ALIVE after they KNOW they killed him?!)

There's also rumours about him fighting/negotiating with bijuu, and quite a few witnesses to his ongoing war with 'mold youkai'

The majority of people (excepting like, people he's close to in his own clan, plus Izuna and possibly a few others) aren't sure he ever sleeps or eats or drinks, and wounds don't seem to last long (healing jutsu from the future + whilst he's sleeping/eating his shadow clone(s) are still out and about)

Then there's the insane amount of knowledge and jutsu and inventions he offers-

Long story short on top of everything else, Tobirama doesn't have to deal with people knowing he's from the future or about the whole issue with Zetsu

....He DOES have to deal with basically svery person in existence being 100% convinced he's not human, though

[jirishnesensei]

Mirio Togata x Reader | Isekai AU [18+]

Warming up to you ch3. It's an anime

⊱ Pairings - mirio 3rd year student x reader

⊱ About - Boku No Hero Academia was your favourite anime. You watched it every week when a new episode came out, but what if you were transported into the world?Having no clue how you got there and you're being accused of being a part of the League Of Villians.Suffice to say, it's not the best way to start the show.

⊱ Warnings/tags - 18+ (eventually), fluff(for the most part), angst, smut, fem reader, romance, pining, SLOW BURN, swearing, friends to lovers, death, jealousy, she falls first he falls harder, mirio is mean (with reason), first everything, sassy mirio, fangirl reader, unrequited love

⊱ status - ongoing

⊱ chapters - 3/x

⊱ word count - 2.4k

A/N - Hello! omg it's been a long time coming posting this story here XD just wanted to say thank you for those that hearted, reblogged and all that! This is unfathomably one of my most prized stories that's been giving me a migraine for years (seriously, and still ongoing) but I hope you enjoy it as much as I have (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠) okay bye!

Mirio decided to have Sir Night eye ask you the questions about Shie Hassaikai, which was smart on his account.

Now you were both heading over to Sir Nighteyes agency bright and early in the morning. Mirio definitely didn't know what sleeping in meant. You yawned obnoxiously loud to maybe catch the attention of a certain blonde and it was a success going off of the look he gave you.

"You slept for at least 9 hours."

"Yeah, well I need twelve. Thirteen if I need to do things during the day." You answered sarcastically. It's like the boy forgot you fell down thousands of feet from the sky not even 24 hours ago. He didn't entertain anymore conversation after that and it was a fairly quick walk to the agency.

Mirio stopped infront of a large set of green doors. Pushing one open while gesturing for you to go in first. You walked through, already feeling the cold air conditioning hit your bare skin.

You were given the lovely opportunity to wash your face and brush your teeth, but you were still dressed in the same clothes from your world. You felt gross, and that's putting it lightly.

"His office is this way." Mirio says as he walked down the long corridor then started his way up the signature spiral staircase. Your body was getting tingly at the thought of meeting Sir Nighteye. What were you going to tell him? He isn't even nice... so what if he doesn't even give you a chance to speak? What if he wants you to make him laugh?! Oh god you were terrible at jokes. Now that you were hopelessly scared, you tugged on Mirios white collard shirt, making him look down at you.

"Mirio I don't know how to make Sir Night eye laugh." You didn't see it but Mirio's eyes widened at how you knew one of his mentors rules. He didn't allow you to hear the shock in his voice though.

"Don't worry, if you're telling the truth then Sir won't care if you make him laugh or not." You nodded limbly. Still a bit shaken from the idea of meeting the Sir Nighteye.

When you reached the top of the stairs and walked down one last corridor, Mirio held the door knob and looked back at you. Your head hung low, it was obvious you were psyching yourself out. He rolled his eyes, not liking how his sense of hero duties were clouding his judgement with the fact that you could be a villain. Nonetheless he faced you and held your shoulders. The contact makes your skin crawl and hold your breath and for the first time since looking at him you actually notice how blue his eyes are. Like the deepest part of the ocean where sunlight can't even reach. Okay, that's leaning more towards black... but that's just how much melanin is in his eyes.

"Stop worrying, everything will be fine." He gives you one of those hero smiles, the kind that melts your heart and nearly your legs too, but you had atleast some kind of self-control. For now.

Mirio turns back to the door so you can get distracted by his broad back instead and knocks twice before walking in, now beaming brightly as the Mirio Togata you and every bnha fan knew. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that.

"Good morning Sir!" 

You peer past him and see the one and only Sasaki Mirai, aka, Sir Nighteye seated by his desk.

"Mirio. is this the girl?" Sir Nighteye looks you over and it feels like his gaze pierced straight through your very soul. He was so much more intimidating in person. How in the world did Midoriya have the guts to make fun of All Might under these circumstances?

"Yes Sir. She claims she has information on Shie Hassaikai." Sir Nighteye nods then thanks Mirio for the notice before telling him to head off to campus. As Mirio turned to leave, you look at him with pleading eyes to not leave you alone, ofcourse he doesn't stay... but a girl can dream, right?

The door slams shut and now it was just you and Sir Nighteye in the room. You glanced around, trying not to make direct eye contact with him and instead focused on all the All Might merchandise that was everywhere. There was actually way more than they focused on in the anime...

"Do you know what my quirk is?" Sir Nighteye startles you out of your daze and his cold voice makes you stand straighter like you're in the military.

"Yes sir! It's foresight! You are able to look into a person's future upon contact with them for an hour!" You yelled this as if you were being graded for a test. And the outcome of that test is either prison or freedom. It was only now that you realize if you can't back up your claim, you could be in some serious touble here. Sir Nighteye hmph'ed as if satisfied with your answer and then stood up from his chair, making you flinch slightly.

"So you know what will happen if I look into your future." He states calmly, removing his glasses to clean while walking around his desk and then leaned his lower back on it. Hunching slightly from his tall posture.

You nod, unsure where he was going by stating that.

"Tell me something only I would know miss..?"

"Uh (y/n)... (y/n) (l/n)" You answered.

"Miss (y/n)" He gestured for you to continue. You visibly gulped. Was it getting hot in here? It feels like it's getting hotter. What do you tell him? You could tell him about Midoriya being the successor for One For All... that should definitely prove it, but that could land you in big trouble for even knowing such a secret. You pondered and pondered over what to say, making Sir Nighteye grow impatient.

"If you don't know-"

"No wait! I do... I do know, I just don't know which scene to tell you about-" Sir Nighteye grew confused by your choice of words, but gave you a few more minutes.

You bit your lip and wrung your fingers, desperately trying to will your mind to think of something, anything. You were very nervous if it wasn't painfully obvious already.

"Oh! I know!" Sir Nighteye looked at you intently as you were about to speak. You knew exactly what to say now.

"I can tell you exactly what happened-" you start, Sir Nighteye leans a bit forward, not fooling anyone with how intrigued he was on how you could supposedly tell them exactly where Shie Hassaikai is.

"-when Midoriya came to request for a work study here!" You finished with a winning smile as if you just said the numbers to the lottery. Sir Nighteye visibly sunk at what you just said then pushed his glasses back up, clearly not impressed by your revelation.

"Wait, just hear me out atleast! Wouldn't it be crazy if I could tell you exactly what happened in this room without ever being in it? Even what happened before Midoriya and Mirio walked into the room?" You urged. Sir Nighteye sighed, looked over his shoulder at his All Might clock then back at you. 

"Okay fine, I'll bite. Tell me what happened. Before Midoriya and Mirio walked in."

You nod earnestly and rack up all of your memories from that scene. You had watched this season so many times, you couldn't get it wrong the one time you needed to truly remember it.

"Bubble girl, your assistant, was telling you about the incident that was linked to Shie Hassakai and the league of villains. I'm not sure where the place was... but you were watching an All Might video while she spoke to you and because she wasn't being humorous enough, you tied her to some torture tickling machine and started to tickle her!" You finish off like you just convinced your mother that it wasn't you who broke her favourite dish. Eagerly waiting for Sir nighteye's response.

He was definitely shocked going off of his expression. You told him near to the tea what was happening before Mirio and Midoriya walked in which so to speak should be impossible. He pushes his glasses up again, not wanting to show more of his emotion and spoke.

"What happened when they entered?" You bit your bottom lip.

Did I get something wrong?

You cleared your throat and tried to remember what happened after, "You told Midoriya that he has to make you laugh for you to consider him as an intern and so he imitated All Might, which I thought was really funny, but you accused him of ridiculing All Might and then told him his wrinkles were in the wrong places and then... you both just kinda went at it and fanboyed over All Might." You laughed nervously.

"Oh! and before you stamped Midoriyas papers you made him spar with you! Which he lost... but he completely dodged all of your All Might posters, right?!" You hold your breath. You could feel your palms sweating. You were desperately trying to get Sir Nighteye to believe you here, but his stoic expression was so difficult to read through. He sighs once more and walked over to you. You step back in fear, but he grabbed your shoulder to keep you in place and used his quirk on you. You were hypnotized the second that he did, eyes fixated on his. They were actually moving like gears... tiny, mini gears and it was incredible. Sir Nighteye lets go of you and then stood up straight again.

"It's near to impossible that you could tell me that, but I still don't understand how. What is your quirk?" He looks down at you so intensely. Your legs really felt like they were going to give in at any moment. You laugh awkwardly under his gaze that now felt like they could see right through your skin. Like you're talking intestines and everything. It made you uncomfortable.

"Its not a quirk... it's um... haha, you're gonna think this is funny, but it's an anime." His expression stays the same, as if waiting for the punchline.

I knew he wanted a joke!

"I uh, gosh," You awkwardly rub your forehead, "I don't know how else to explain it..." You look down to the ground, feeling too exposed to look him directly in the eye anymore. Sir Nighteye realized this and turned on his heel to sit back down by his desk, gesturing for you to take a seat opposite. You take his offer and sit down then suck in a decent breath, preparing for the millions of questions to follow.

"I'm not from this planet. Or whatever this place is. Back where I'm from this place is known as My Hero Academia. An anime that people around the globe watch."

⊱ Next chapter: Coming soon!

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Taglist - @the-faceless-bride @distinguishedoafbiscuitopera

Dividers by - @cafekitsune and @strangergraphics

[factual-fantasy]

Heya Factual! Hope things are going as good as they can on your end! Sorry it's been a bit since my last Ask, I got sick AGAIN and have been out of commission for a while now. But at last I have returned! Sorry to see your still having some technical troubles- really hoping you can figure it all out!

Also, I wanted to thank you! While I was sick, inspired by your art, I decided to give Sky a try on mobile (just got a new phone), and while I'm still super early in the game, it seems really cool! I'm not sure how linear the game is, but I figured I'd ask, as a veteran, do you have any advice or pointers for a beginner? Anything of interest I should check out or invest in? (Oh, and also, sorry about the color swap disappointments, sounds like a real bummer!)

And lastly, unrelated, I really liked the Pomni and Gummigoo art you did a few days back! I really like both of them together, and would love to see more of their story later down the road! Though I was wondering, you mentioned Max and Chad both stuck around in your AU too! Any cool redesign or story ideas for those two? Do they stick with Gummigoo, or have they branched out over time into the other friend groups?

(Color swap disappointment post) (Pomni and Gummigoo post)

Hello! Oof, sorry to hear that you got sick again <:(( But I'm glad you seem to be feeling better! As for my tech issues I have gotten a new chord for my tablet and have downloaded a fresh FireAlpaca. So far none of the screen glitches have come back and FireAlpaca is working perfectly! :))

Also thank you! :DD I'm glad you liked it!! :}} And while Chad's ref sheet is done, Max's is still in the sketch stage. I just haven't gotten around to finishing him <:/

Now their friend groups.. I was thinking that not many circus goers really vibe with NPCs all that much. So the number of people who they can make genuine friendships with is limited.. that being said I think Chad and Max would find a solid friendships with Gangle and maybe Zibble and uhhh... Ms. Wiggles..? Maybe? :0

Gangle has a soft spot for NPCs thanks to Bella and respects them more than others. So out of the 3 I think their friendships would be strongest with her.

Now sky.. ohhh boy prepare for a wall of text <XDD (Note there is a little spoiler for something in Golden Wasteland!)

Alrighty, so when I got this ask I sat down and made a list of every little nugget of sky advice I could possibly think of. Until eventually I took a step back and realized that a lot of it wasn't really solid advice or pointers <XDD so I cut the list down into somethings that I either wish a veteran would have taught me when I was a moth. Or things I found out too late and missed out on something or anything like that. Plus some advice I've tired really hard to beat into other moths heads for their own good but they never understand me in game <XDD

First off. Seasons, reoccurring events and non reoccurring events. Its important to know the difference between the three for this advice.

Seasons are limited-time themed events that come with the option of purchasing an Season Pass, which allows players to access extra Cosmetics and Expressions during the Season in exchange for an in-game purchase.👇👇👇

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Special Events (also called Holiday Events). These are limited-time events introducing new cosmetics themed around real-life celebrations. Most Special Events recur annually. Some of these events take place in the Secret Area, accessible from the Vault of Knowledge. They are separate from, but may overlap with, Seasonal Events and Double Currency Events.👇👇👇

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Non-recurring Events (or Short Events). These events are special or unannounced events that do not repeat or return due to their special characteristics. This list also includes events that have not been confirmed to return nor have a history of recurrence.👇👇👇

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Alrighty, got that all processed? I hope so <XD Now onto my advice.

1: Collaborative in app purchase items (items you need to buy with real money) will never return. Let me explain.

In sky there is a reoccurring event made by sky called days of fortune. (Its basically a Chinese new year event) Its going on right now actually! :0 This event has come back once a year every year. And the cosmetics that you need to purchase with real money have come back every time too.

However, the Cinnamoroll collaborative event? That event and all of the items it brought with it will not reoccur.

You have to be careful and check every event and make sure its one that will return. If its a collab season like Cinnamoroll and you don't buy the items? They will vanish and you wont have the chance to buy them ever again :( I learned my lesson the hard way when I didn't buy the fox plush and the yellow scarf from season of the little prince years and years ago. 😔 Up to this point the little prince's in app purchase items have not returned since.

This goes for collaborative seasons as well. Season of the little prince, season of aurora and season of moomin, etc, will not have their in app purchase items return. Be careful to know which is which during the event/season so you don't regret anything!

Another note about non returning items: While individual spirits that you can relive the memories of, can return as traveling spirits once every 2 weeks.. any items that the guide of that season offers will be unavailable after the season ends. 👇👇👇

Also speaking of traveling spirits, here's some advice I had to figure out myself. As someone who has every single traveling spirit in the game? As long as you have 200 candles, 40 hearts and 20 ascended candles? You will be able to afford all the cosmetics from ANY traveling spirit that shows up. If you keep a nice candle run schedule this wont be too hard to keep up with!

Also note about traveling spirits. They can take a looong time to return. When I first started playing I bought out half the items a traveling spirit offered before he left. I knew he would come back so I wasn't upset. But it took 2 REAL LIFE YEARS. 2 WHOLE YEARS for him to FINALLY come back. So this is why I advise you be really careful with the 200🕯️,40💝 and 20🧨. It would suck a lot if a spirit showed up that you really liked!.. Only for you to not afford it and have to wait a year or two to see it again <XDD

Now currency. Sky tries to make out that ascended candles are the most valuable currency. This is a load of bologna. By far the most valuable and sought after currency is hearts. You can go and get ascended candles by yourself all you want. But hearts have to be given to you by other players in one way or another. Which makes them EXTREMELY hard to get for some people. My advice is to hoard those things like your life depends on it. Try to have a stock pile of at least 30 to prepare for any temporary and expensive items that may come your way. Don't go and blow them all on the home spirits like I did <XDD

Now candle runs.. a lot of players will tell you you have to do a candle run through the ENTIRE GAME to keep up with sky's bonkers prices. Which is sometimes true... However, I have recently discovered this candle run route on YouTube that has helped me loads! I modified it a little and don't do the turtle thing, but if you're worried about runs that take hours this could be very useful to you! About a week or soo of keeping up with it and I'm almost at 400 candles! :)))

Another thing I want to advise is the whole ultimate reward thing in the home constellations. (Random google images)

The game will tell you that if you ascend all the spirits in a realm constatation, that it'll unlock the "ultimate reward". Which is that question mark in the middle. Typically this means you just gotta buy every single item from every single spirit in that constellation and the reward will be unlocked.

THAT IS NOT THE CASE HERE!! You do NOT have to buy the VERY EXPENSIVE tier 2 capes that some spirits offer. Just everything else. So repeat you buy everything the spirits offer, but you DO NOT have to buy the super expensive tier 2 capes in order to unlock the ultimate reward. Save your hearts, you're welcome! XDD

Now the Golden Wasteland advice. As a veteran I NEED to teach you HOW to burn down this plant in wasteland.

This plant is in the last area before the temple in wasteland. Not to be confused with the GIANT PLANT that's in the area infested with Krill. This is the smaller one after it. And there has been DOZENS UPON DOZENS of times a moth has come by to help me burn it down and not known how to do it. I've sat there for 20 minutes each time trying DESPERATLY to communicate what order to burn the plant down but they never get it. So I shall teach you!

Hopefully that little comic got my point across! XD

Another word of advice is to check out nastymold on YouTube! She is a very sweet and soft spoken YouTuber that plays the beta version of sky. She gets all the updates early and makes short videos explaining everything you need to know about any events or seasons. If you're ever confused about anything or are afraid you may miss out on something in an event, just check out her channel! No doubt she's already covered it and explained it for you so you don't miss nothing!

Now my last word of advice for you is this. Take the game slow. Really soak up your moth days and take your time playing it.

Many veteran players are heartbroken that they let another veteran drag them through their moth days and didn't really get to explore or experience anything naturally for themselves. And other veterans just miss their moth days in general. When the game felt huge and there was so much to explore and so many things to save and grind for.

I don't think I'm like that personally, I'm way more relaxed as a veteran knowing I understand how the game works and I'm not missing out on anything. But I can understand missing those moth days feeling like a kid running around and seeing all the beautiful things for the first time.

So just take things nice and slow. Soak up the game at a nice pace. if there's an event that you'd like to partake in but don't understand it just watch nastymold. She always has a sweet little video that tells you all you need to know without really dampening your moth experience. You can only be a moth once.

Well that's all the actually practical advice I had on my list. I hope you find some use in this wall of text XDD thanks for reading and see you in the skies! 💞🕊️

[whore-mel]

Roy Harper’s phone. You barely ever see him on it. He has instagram, Snapchat, and TikTok, but he’s almost never active. Hell, when you mention some internet slang or trend, he stares at you like you’ve spoken a different language. So when you catch him scrolling on his phone, you wonder what the hell he’s watching. So, you decide to find out.

You two are on the couch, snuggled up in pajamas and eating snacks. He’s watching a football game, he’s been telling you about it for the past week. Something about how it’s the finals or some shit, you’re not that experienced with football. While he’s watching, you’re on your phone or reading, doing your own thing. Occasionally, you glance at him when he groans, cheers, or starts talking to you, but mostly you’re in separate worlds.

Then you notice his phone on the table. He’s not paying attention to it. Would this be a breach of trust? Yeah. Yeah, it would. But curiosity gets the better of you. Plus, you’re not going through his messages—just checking what he’s scrolling. You grab his phone, and he definitely notices.

You stare at the lock screen. Uh-oh. You don’t know the password.

“Uhm… what’s the password?” you ask, slightly embarrassed.

“Lian’s birthday,” he says with a shrug, eyes still on the game.

You pause. You don’t actually know Lian’s birthday. It makes you feel a bit guilty. Not knowing his daughter’s birthday. But alas. You glance at him for help, he grabs the phone and unlocks it for you. You smile and open his Instagram.

First thing you see? A post from Wally. Whatever. You swipe over to the reels. An engineering reel… Okay? You scroll to the next one. Another engineering reel. Uh… coincidence? Nope. You keep scrolling and eventually sigh, switching to his TikTok instead. Same. Fucking. Thing. Engineering and mechanics reels. And a bit of archery sprinkled in.

You glance at him, he was so oblivious. You start laughing.

“What?” he asks, blinking in confusion. He watches you for a second before laughing softly himself. “What!?” He pokes your side and pulls you closer, genuinely clueless about what you’re laughing about.

“That’s all you watch? Engineering stuff?” You cup his face and you smile. God, he’s such a dad.

He smiles back and shrugs. “I like engineering. And other stuff.” He starts playing with your hair. You roll your eyes and look at the screen.

I genuinely don’t think Roy is ever online. He’s that dad, the one who gets convinced to do something and he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

[byelittlebee]

GLASSES-WEARER.

headcanons, ft. nam-gyu (남규) x reader.

synopsis — someone’s probably already done this but oh well. just a collection of hcs, based around the idea that nam-gyu wears glasses, like his actor, roh jae-won.

potential cw. for the mention of recreational smoking and cannabis use. otherwise sfw and pretty goofy lol.

⋆✦ nam-gyu, though he absolutely does need glasses, does not wear them 95% of the time.

⋆✦ both because he doesn’t think he looks good in them, and because he loses them. constantly. he usually carries them in his pocket or keeps them in his car, but they’re never there. probably under his bed.

⋆✦ has contact lenses, but he only puts them in for work. he can’t be bothered otherwise.

⋆✦ probably won’t even tell you he needs them. you figure it out on your own, watching him squint at his phone like a fifty-year-old dad and shoving his face up to a box of cereal in order to read the label. he’s in his late twenties, how the hell has he made it this far?

⋆✦ eventually, you’ll probably become the person that carries his specs for him when you go out together. keep them in your bag, offer them to him when he needs them. he’s a stubborn guy and will probably accuse you of mothering him if you do, but he’s secretly very grateful. you get him out of trouble a lot.

⋆✦ if he’s not got his glasses with him, you might have to read things out for him. he’ll get grumpy about this too.

“oh my god, it’s fiiine. i don’t need your help, i know where i’m going—“ (proceeds to get you both lost because he couldn’t read the signs.)

⋆✦ this is also partially why he’s so touchy with people. yes, it’s his main love language, but he’s blind as hell. he’ll links arms with people or holds onto them specifically to get where he needs to be.

⋆✦ if you’re also a glasses wearer, a thing you might do while you’re both wearing them is lightly bump your frames together when your faces are touching. (my mother and i do this. she calls it a ‘glasses kiss.’)

⋆✦ hates the rain. if he’s wearing his glasses, it just makes him even more unable to see. his glasses will get fogged up and covered in raindrops, and he’ll be cursing in the living room cleaning them off. little things just get on his nerves about them.

⋆✦ his glasses also steam up when he smokes. if it’s a vape or a cigarette, this also just pisses him off. but if his drug of choice is weed, he’ll find it funny as hell. then bump face-first into the wall.

⋆✦ he’s not necessarily insecure. he’d rather die than admit that.. but he does secretly want to look cool in front of his buddies. we see how much he craves the validation of others in the show.

⋆✦ therefore, if you do happen to compliment how he looks in them, it’ll definitely stick with him. your opinion matters the most, after all.

“you don’t think they look too.. i don’t know, geeky?” he inquired, narrowing his eyes at you skeptically. when faced with a bright smile in response, your voice confident and sincere “of course not!”, his expression relaxes and he turns back to the mirror before him, tucking his hair behind his ears.

with your encouragement, he took another look at himself, before deciding.. yeah. maybe he would wear his glasses to work today. maybe even with a little smile on his face. just this once. y’know, for you.

⋆✦ and, dare i even say you have a thing for them? you’ll be seeing them a lot more often, then, too.

⋆✦ thanos pulls the ☝️🤓 “uhm actually” on him anytime he’s wearing them. it’s not appreciated.

so. hi. first post. hello.

these are ROUGH, definitely not my best work but i hope you like them. 😭

if anyone has any requests for any fanfics/headcanon-y posts i should make for other characters of squid game s2, let me know!! i have a crush on all of them and am hoping to get a lot more into this fandom, if i can. maybe make some friends idk.

have a good one :).

[deerboybreeder]

I go in for a minor surgery that requires me to be knocked out for the duration of the procedure and a short time after. While I'm recovering and out, someone visiting a friend at the hospital comes into the room and uses me to get off, cumming in my cunt, and records him doing it. I never know, and I assume the soreness is just general post surgical pain.

Eventually I find that I'm pregnant and I freak out because I hadn't had sex for months because of the surgery. I accuse the medical staff but because everyone had an alibi everyone just assumes I was a whore and were trying to ruin good doctors lives for a payout. I start to think that maybe I did just forget somehow about a one night stand, that I'm just a stupid whore who can't keep their legs closed.

Until I'm scrolling on a porn website and I see it. “Unconscious slut used after surgery.” My hospital band is even visible in the video, with my deadname and information on it. It's undoubtably me, getting raped and posted for others to get off to. All the comments calling me by name and saying how they'd do the same or worse.

I debate for a while what to do, but eventually I decide.

I comment that I'm the whore and the video and this got me knocked up. If I'm going to be porn, I might as well be proactive.

[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

do u have hcs for sams post canon family life

Ok so gonna preface this with the fact that I hold opinions that I think are relatively uncommon in this corner of Samblr which is that as a general overarching thing Sam was relatively happy, he and blurry partner stayed together and were mostly happy, and Sam was on the whole a pretty good dad. Not that everything was perfect, far from it, but that generally it all worked out ok. I feel this way mostly tbh because if I didn't I would genuinely struggle to get any enjoyment out of the finale. I'm a FAKE Sam suffering enjoyer lmao. It's already deeply fucking depressing to me to imagine Sam spending eternity in heaven with Dean being squished back into The Roles, I need SOMETHING so cling too lol.

ANYWAYS that being said:

Said this before but although I am fairly flexible on identity of blurry partner my personal favourite thing to come back to is that she is Amelia. So I'm gonna run with her for the rest of these.

Related to this is that I think when we see Sam leave the bunker in the finale to go on the hunt in Texas that ended up being the last time he ever returned. He didn't mean it to be, it just happened. Maybe subconsciously he knew because he'd packed the little memory box with pictures etc in the trunk of the Impala without thinking about it. Anyway keeping this on track, he ends up staying in Texas and eventually, he and Amelia run into each other again - her having left Don again after things didn't work out a few years ago (gonna be real with you I think Don was abusive) and end up reconnecting.

Riot and Miricle are kinda grumpy but tolerant about each other.

They also eventually adopt an old lady tabby cat from the local shelter who absolutely terrorises both dogs, but dotes on Sam.

Sam ends up telling Amelia the truth about his life about 3 months into their relationship restarting, not all of it, but enough to keep her aware. She says that honestly even though it sounds crazy it makes a LOT of sense of how Sam was when they first met. This is the point at which they decide they do want their relationship to last and be serious. Amelia suggests they do couple's counselling together, given both their past issues if they really want to make this work.

He and Amelia never marry for a variety of reasons, but it works for them.

Sam ends up getting a degree - I think in something like anthropology (me an archaeologist totally not biased here lol), he does it through a distance learning program so mostly online but with some in-person classes and workshops.

DJ wasn't a planned pregnancy and it took a lot of discussion between them to decide to go ahead. Sam in particular was very anxious about the idea of being an actual dad to an actual baby, as much as he was kinda one to Jack he knows this is a whole different level. Amelia never wanted kids with Don. Amelia is also in her 40s by the time it happens so there are extra potential complications to consider. In the end they both agree that they want go ahead, and they both acknowledge that this will probably be their only kid.

Already mentioned Sam and DJ being autistic elsewhere but that's very precious to me.

Sam does struggle to find a balance between making sure he's there for DJ in a way his dad wasn't for him and being too much of a helicopter parent. He's SO conscious of DJ being an only child and the potential for loneliness stemming from that (absolutely projecting his own childhood loneliness SO hard and of course, his ideas on sibling companionship are NOT normal lol). As DJ get's older Sam does manage to relax a little, although it is still an issue from time to time.

That being said as I mentioned previously re the autism headcannon this level of worry also means that Sam puts in SO much work and research into being a supportive dad to an autistic kid.

Amelia is the 'breadwinner' in the relationship, continuing to work as a vet, Sam works a series of different part-time jobs over the years, mostly involving fixing stuff. After he gets his degree he works a couple of days a week at the local library as an assistant.

Related, finally stopping hunting gave him time to really catch up with and assess his body, and a lot of the weight and wear and tear of what he'd been through hit him quite suddenly. He has chronic fatigue issues in particular for the rest of his life which is why part-time work ends up being the best solution for him. Although Amelia, and DJ when he's a teenager, do still frequently have to sit him down and force him to stop trying to do too much at once.

Amelia passes away before Sam. She had been dead for about 5 years by the time Sam died.

Sam keeps very little contact with the hunting world, but Jody does still come to visit. DJ is very fond of her, much to Sam's delight.

The first time Sam had to look after DJ on his own after Amelia went back to work full time and was working a nightshift he was stuck to him like glue, Amelia came home to find him curled up on the floor asleep right next to DJs cot.

Sam loves helping DJ with his homework, and DJ loves it too - its their special time together, and its when Sam is able to be most emotionally open and present.

Sam's issues with food never go away, and its one thing he and Amelia do get into fights over is Sam (unintentionally) putting some of his issues on DJ (think Sam telling Jack he shouldn't eat sugary cereal).

Sam and Amelia both discover a love of gardening and they spend a lot of their free time together working on their garden. Amelia particularly loves roses and has a little rose garden that becomes their little sanctuary (Amelia's ashes are buried there). Sam creates a little healing herbs garden, he doesn't actively practice witchcraft but he likes to make little tinctures and teas and stuff.

I'll stop there lol