#and I don't think I've ever reread them properly

[arabela25]

what if asoiaf became My Thing™ now

[sysig]

Pretty clothes for you! ✨ (Patreon)

[wyrmwhispers]

3,7,8,10 and 11 for the fic ask game ❤️

3. What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?

i think i've said this before but i spent way too much time reading on like titles lmao for a line i didn't even use in a space to watch things grow because it was not that deep. but i do stand that making baela become a velaryon when she's married to jace but he's not king only to become a targaryen again is bs. why did viserys have to choose the stupidest solution to the name problem. why could rhaenyras firstborn just not always be a targaryen. i'm still mad about it. but honestly i don't usually spend that much time researching things. i read like one article then decide i don't entirely care about accuracy and im just gonna do what i want

7. Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)

i don't keep things i cut and i know this says line/paragraph but you're getting a whole long ass excerpt of the modern au targ family christmas i think i've mentioned before because i want to. honestly this may not stay unfinished because i was rereading what i have written of it and its hilarious. although it's like nowhere near to done and honestly kind of bad so its a bit of a fixer upper. anyways here you go:

Christmas always starts the weekend after Thanksgiving with her dad putting up the Christmas lights. Baela remembers feeding him the strings of light that Rhaena was untangling while her mom yelled instructions at him. If her dad was left to his own devices, he would just put them wherever- he always said that he didn’t really understand the appeal of Christmas lights- but her mom made him hang them with lots of intention. That’s the key, she said, intention. Her mom cared a lot about Christmas lights. 

Looking back it’s probably because her grandparents always went all out with decorations. They had one of those houses that people slowed down to stare at and go, that’s a little much. I mean it's pretty and all but how do you find the time or money to do all that?  but would tell everyone they saw for the next week about that one beautiful house they saw. The secret to it was that they paid a company to do it, but her mom was more reserved than her grandparents and just made her dad hang the lights under her careful direction. 

Still, they always had the most beautiful house on the street- you didn’t grow up in the Velaryon household without learning a thing or two. 

When they moved to King’s Landing after her mom died, they didn’t decorate the house. They had moved into the house just two weeks before Christmas and decorating it wasn’t at the top of anybody's list. Baela was too miserable to even care. 

The next year though, Baela had the distinct joy of being a part of the Targaryen’s Christmas. 

It started with being woken up the Saturday after Thanksgiving- which was just spent with Rhaenyra and the boys- to go hang lights, not at their house or Rhaenyra’s house but Viserys’. 

It was cold and before the sun had risen Baela and Rhaena had been properly bundled up so much that they could barely see between all the hats and scarves. They had gone to the house and under her and Rhaena’s expert guidance had decorated the entire front of the house in lights. 

When they were just about done Alicent finally came outside, and stared at her dad and the house in horror and then hurried back inside only to come back out with Viserys hobbling behind her, who was elated about the lights, which only added to Alicents horror. Because- and Baela didn’t realize it at the time, she was rather proud of her work- the lights were as ugly as could be. 

That was how they got officially invited to the Targaryen family Christmas. And every Christmas after.  

8. Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?

the next fic of many times jk but i am avoiding that one. but honestly any of my crazier ideas. like i just knowww a vampire targ au would be sooo good and i really don't understand why there aren't more. like it fits so well with them. they're already all about blood.

10. If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again by any human eyes (or at least your own), which trope would that be?

it's not really a trope per se but specifically in hotd fandom if i never had to see a horrible self insert or oc targ name it would be too soon. like live and let live but some of them take years off my life. also not really a trope but also when authors give the the velaryon boys silver hair "just because" or even if its to avoid the dance (which it wouldn't do!!). i like genuinely won't read them lmao because it honestly makes me mad. because especially jace but also all of them it is fundamental to their character that they're bastards or are at least perceived as bastards. and also people never have a good reason for doing it they're just "fixing" them. no!!!!

11. Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?

Any type of found family or unconventional family like a sibling acting as a parent *cough cough* dad jace. i'm sure you could tell but i will eat it up every single time.

[disarmd]

for in absentia bc all the in absentia asks are making me want more in absentia:

♡ pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line

and also

↻FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!

when daniel was playing the lute perhaps? 👹

[fic ask game] thank you for letting me spend more time thinking about in absentia, liza!!!

♡ pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy

so every single comment (and ask!) on that story made me sooo happy. I've said this before, but I feel so incredibly grateful to be able to write a verse that's like. pretty unhinged. but to have people pick up exactly what i was laying down and understand exactly what i was going for???? the greatest gift in the world. so gratitude all around, and i'll specifically thank odds, who like really got it. i've been rereading the most recent comment they left multiple times a day. I don't think it's possible to overstate how special it is to have someone that smart share their insights on your story. so yeah, that in particular, but truly every single comment was 🙌 perfection.

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line

me scrolling through trying to pick a favourite that isn't just porn... let's go with: “So, well, I have a few Chuckerses and I choose the best one before each race. Sort of like seeing if they got a fighting spirit, and other things like that.” Because I really like Lando's serious consideration about whether or not a chicken has a fighting spirit.

↻FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!

here are 800 words of lando pov of daniel playing the lute (no specific warnings for this, beyond the general stuff for this verse.)

Lando’d had such a good time choosing the wood and discussing designs for the burnt embossing, that he was mostly satisfied to simply own the lute. They could mount it above the mantle and it would be a fine focal point in the den. But he hadn’t considered that it would be so unwieldy he wouldn’t be able to play it at all. 

It had been some time since he’d attended music lessons: the whole two years that he’d been living with Daniel, but he was quite confident he still remembered how to play. His hands recalled the shapes needed to strum chords, it’s just that nothing sounded like it was supposed to. Even though he spent more time outdoors now than he ever had before, the calluses on the tips of his fingers built from playing regularly had softened, and just trying to tune the cursed thing was proving beyond Lando. 

“You don’t want to tune it first?” Daniel asked, doing a poor job of hiding his wince. 

“I did,” Lando said, annoyed. “I think it’s broken. It always sounds like shite.” He felt even worse about the whole thing now. He hadn’t imagined himself playing for Daniel, not in the way he’d been trained, but it had seemed like something he might be able to do, pleasantly, while Daniel was in the same room. Lando was sure it was clear to them both that the house needed more music. 

There was a dissonant echo when the lute hit the table, further evidence of how disastrous the whole endeavour had been. 

Daniel picked it up. Lando watched him inspect the fine burnt pattern: the one thing that had gone properly. Lando had discovered that he could simply inform Daniel about purchases he was making and be met with different variations of mild curiosity. He hadn’t asked much about the lute, so it wasn’t until he cradled it in his lap and started working on the tuning that Lando realized Daniel could also play. 

“How do you know how to do that?”

“You know how,” Daniel said, staring unblinking down at his hands. Lando forgot sometimes how long Daniel had been in companion training for, especially now that he’d stopped trying to convince Lando that he’d had it so much worse every time he felt guilty about being a huge arsehole. 

He knew how to tune it, and, after he’d tried to pass it back to Lando and Lando had asked for a song, he knew how to play that too. 

Sort of. In his old age and all the years that had passed since he’d been a trainee, he’d forgotten the shapes of most of the chords. He kept scowling, and Lando wondered if he was grumpy about being asked to fill the role of the companion – there was no chance on earth that Oscar had ever sat and listened to Mark play for him. Lando felt a little thrill at his daring for making the request, and was quite sure it would be worth dealing with Daniel’s grumpiness afterward just to make this memory. 

But Daniel, it seemed, wasn’t frustrated with being asked to play, but with his stumbles. He didn’t like making mistakes. The chord he strummed was more wrong notes than correct ones, the curdled clash of misplaced fingers. Daniel looked up and curled his mouth into an upside down horseshoe, the exaggerated pout of his lips. He stared straight at Lando like he was apologizing for not playing better, and Lando felt such a keen aching feeling that he didn’t realize at first it was affection. Daniel, sat with the lute Lando had commissioned, trying to play  him a song. 

His fingers were bigger than they should have been: swollen knuckles from past breaks, thick skin that was slightly less scaly now that he’d been stealing the salve Lando kept by the wash basin. He still had the hands of a mercenary, but they weren’t so gross to look at while he was making music. He kept readjusting and eventually strummed chords correctly. Lando felt his understanding shift as he realized he’d actually commissioned the lute for Daniel, even though he hadn’t known it at the time. 

He rose and took a seat on a stool beside Daniel, where he had a better vantage. Daniel smiled, without otherwise acknowledging the movement. He liked when Lando chose to sit with him, and Lando liked that he never asked for it. 

Lando used to entertain himself imagining a different world where Daniel had stayed a trainee, the satisfying meanness of daydreaming about Daniel being the one hurt and forced into obedience. But now, feeling tender at seeing Daniel’s vulnerability as he tried and mostly failed to play Lando a song, Lando realized for the first time that he was glad it had gone this way instead. 

[mezzy303]

So I've been rereading skip beat from the beginning for the first time in uhhhhh almost 10 years and I'm going inSaNE over characterizations and development that I have to write it down

At this point I'm only at the Heel siblings arc so I haven't gotten to the Guam or Saena arcs which are very big for Kyoko and Ren's character development and healing which I haven't reread since those chapters came out

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Nakamura for basing Kyoko and Ren's childhood struggles and trauma on very real things that aren't often, if at all, dealt with in anime/manga and also writing them with utmost care (Not only do the traumas inform their personalities, but their healing arcs aren't just a one and done thing!! It's a very slow process) Like starting with Kyoko, her single mother neglected her so much that she was raised by a family friend. On top of that, nothing Kyoko did was ever good enough for her mother, and both of these things are so apparent in Kyoko's character. She attaches herself to fairytales and magic as an escapism and because she relates to stories like Cinderella. She literally cannot function if she messes up and no one criticizes her. She can't properly acknowledge her own talents and beauty without it being attached somehow to fairytales; she never quite believes shes good enough. Similarly, she didn't want to bother anyone with her troubles, so she always dealt with them alone/in private spaces. Pretty sure she also has lowkey abandonment issues. And this is all parental trauma!! Things she already has before the series starts and she gets so utterly heartbroken she swears off romantic love entirely so she can never get hurt the same way again.

(I don't think I'll ever get over how Kyoko told all this to Kuu and he was literally like I'm adopting you. Your mine now. Sorry I don't make the rules ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And Kuu going home to his wife like hey we got a new kid 😂 Like Kyoko freezing up when she made mistakes and then Kuu showing her love instead of reprimanding her makes me go 🥹😩💖✨😭💝 Kyoko getting all fluffy from head pats🥹🥹 But on the downside she literally can't bring herself to call him dad unless she's in acting mode sjdfhsf)

When I really consider it, I wonder if Kyoko really loved Sho as a person or like.... the idea of him. Like he was just a convenient guy via proximity bc Kyoko needed someone to be her "prince". We haven't been shown exactly why she fell in love, but it would explain why she stuck with dedicating herself to him despite his terrible personality and knowing he never saw her the same way. It's portrayed like the concept of hatsukoi in anime where its ✨pure✨and innocent✨It seems very idealistic. Whereas Kyoko's love for Ren is more mature. She sees every aspect of Ren and doesn't sugarcoat it, she sees him as he is (she does him up on a pedestal but partially bc she admires him but also as an extreme measure to protect her heart and hide her feelings imo)

And REN. trauma to the max. He had to deal with the hardships of making a name for himself when his parents are already famous, extreme racism from being biracial, his friend/mentor dying from an accident he unintentionally caused???? Like boy hates himself so much he's literally disassociating 24/7 he needs a fucking therapist. I get how being Ren has helped him in some capacity but he needs a professional asap. Though deep diving into this is so interesting because Ren/Kuon compartmentalized his issues and the parts that he hates about himself so much he created its own persona ("Dark Kuon"), to the point he's rarely ever just himself. And he buried it so deep that as soon as he cracked the lid open, those emotions just spilled out. He can't even allow himself to be happy, and when he does feel truly happy, his automatic response is acting nonchalant,,,,,,,,,,,, he didn't even realize he was doing it at first 😢

Also the symbolism with Ren's watch makes me go a little feral. I don't remember if it's originally his or Rick's but it obviously stopped when the latter died and Ren keeps it as a reminder of what happened and why he went to Japan. It's a weird item since it grounds him but also represents his heavy trauma, and I think having those two things in one kinda showcases Ren's unhealthy coping mechanisms (like grounding himself to something traumatic isn't... great...). But that scene where he realizes he took it off and he has a moment of whether it to keep it on as Cain Heel or not??? *clenches fist* it was so good. (To recap it, he had his watch so he wouldn't lose himself in the role of BJ and then forgot it in the bathroom after an unexpected trauma response) Ren narrates his thoughts as choosing between Rick or Kyoko but interpreting this, he's choosing whether to keep himself stuck in his past trauma or move forward and let himself be happy AKA stick with unhealthy coping mechanisms vs try something healthy and rely on people he trusts. Kyoko essentially becomes someone Ren grounds himself to 🥺 He still needs therapy though lmao. He's so mentally unstable in this arc,,,

As I'm writing this I'm seeing a parallel between Kyoko and Ren and how they both had an experience that completely and utterly broke them, and it was this that pushed them onto their current paths in showbiz. And they likely would never have met each other again if those things never happened (they had to lose themselves to find each other?? 😭). It's so funny to me that Ren is all like ThEiR fAtEs ArE iNtErTwInEd with Kyoko and Sho when you have to consider the fact that him and Kyoko meeting again was like. a chance in a billion. It was fate 😂

KyoRen is such a poetic ship to me. The fact that they're different people when they meet and don't recognize the other. How Ren starts falling in love AS SOON AS HE REALIZES KYOKO IS THE SAME GIRL HE MET (Ren being gray/demiromantic.... more at 5). Kyoko lowkey starting to crush on Ren when she witnesses a bit of his real personality. These two things happening around the same time??????? And Ren being SO afraid of being Kuon, his true self, because of his bad qualities, but Kyoko pulling out the good qualities without him fully realizing it?? (I'm 100% referring to Kuon being a mischievous little shit and I live for how he teases Kyoko) tbh they treat each other differently from other people without even realizing it lol. And Kyoko being surrounded by toxic and possessive men pursuing her, and Ren being anything BUT. Like my man is a gigantic green flag. He recognizes that he can't seriously pursue Kyoko bc she's a minor and he really tries his best to only be a friend and mentor in her life and keeping her trust and never crossing her boundaries despite the stereotypes of men being "unable to control themselves." Y'all take point this should be the standard at minimum☝️

I have to talk about Sho bc this boy is so fucking toxic but he makes such a fascinating character. As much as I hate how Kyoko got heartbroken in the way she did, I think it was necessary so that she could leave Sho's sorry ass and cut him out of her life. Seriously,,,, he took advantage of her and used her as a servant. she literally dropped out of school, moved to a different city, and took on two jobs for the sole purpose of helping his career and then he threw her away like a used rag (JUST THROW THE WHOLE MAN AWAY). And then he has the audacity to fall in love with her smh. Anyway the fascinating part about him to analyze is how he's so possessive of Kyoko. Like she was a mere fly in his life, but she was always his. Until she wasn't. And I think those twisted thoughts kinda morphed into feelings for Kyoko. Ig in a way he still cares about her, but it could never hide how toxic he is. Anyone who's like I don't care how this person thinks of me as long as I take up the biggest space in their heart is egotistical and narcissistic. BUT he and Kyoko bickering like siblings will always be funny. Like epitome of two people who've lived with each other for way too long so they know how the other ticks and also get on each other's nerves 😂😂Sho does makes a good foil for Ren though. Like he's basically everything Ren is not: immature, temperamental, possessive, vain, the list goes on. His only redeeming qualities as a character is providing good drama and humor and being an example of what Ren isn't.

Skip Beat is really a story about healing and learning to love yourself and letting others love you and Nakamura is such a good story teller 🥺

[taradactyls]

Progress of Janeuary Prompts and Chapter 43 of Trying to Tread Water

*Edit*

CHAPTER 43 IS UP

8/02/25 Update

Chapter 43 of T3W: As of right now, it's at 8.2k words (almost all of that increase was done within the last few days) and I'm in the home stretch! Between the illness and general busyness it's taken longer than I wanted (and I forgot to post an update last week because of it) but all that's past now so I fully expect it to be posted next week.

I was hoping to get it up looong before Valentine's Day but I suppose there's something fitting about that seeing as it follows directly on from Chapter 42. They're almost part a and b of the same chapter, so it might be a good idea to reread (at least the ending) of it just before this next one comes out. I should also start seriously considering getting the 'what if was smut' and higher-rated bonus/extended scenes into an uploadable state but I won't really worry about that until at least this chapter goes up because my brain is noisy enough right now.

Janeuary: No major updates here, since everything has been jotting down notes and planning. I've also been persuaded, by popular demand, to give 'Dear Lady Catherine' two more chapters to show the crucial moments of how that story unfolds, so that's been added to the to-do list. Everything's going to be uploaded intermittently whenever I finish them even though Janeuary's technically over, since the event still allows late submissions and these little plot bunnies won't leave my head until they're typed out.

I hope you're all doing well and thank you for following up with me and being understanding! Hopefully I'll be giving you lots of goodies soon <3

24/01/25 Update

No real change from last week. I've been busy with the twins turning 3 (!!) and we currently all have a cold.

The Day 20 Janeuary prompt is probably closest to being posted, but when I finish it is heavily dependant on how fuzzy my head feels. Btw, I don't think any of the prompts will be done on the right day but they're all still going to be posted, regardless. I laugh in the face of due dates.

18/01/25 Update

Chapter 43 of T3W: I'm about 5k words in and it's going well. I might have to do some heavy rearranging of the second section depending on how the last goes but I don't think anything has to be scrapped so that word count should only be increasing.

Janeuary: Very behind but still working away (before anyone comes for me: I'm doing this during the times I can't work on T3W because I'm too tired or there's too many distractions and I have to keep pausing, etc. The proper fic requires significantly more brain power and care than quick one-shots).

Also:

I can only see one of these, so unless you sent me a Day 20 prompt about Kitty/Colonel Fitzwilliam (an update on that below) please resend your ask! I think the inbox ate some.

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Janeuary 2025 Prompts done so far:

Day 8: Cravat 'Elizabeth Overestimates her Ability to Tie a Cravat' - Rated G, 3k words, Elizabeth/Darcy, sweet, first kiss, post-canon.

Over the period of their engagement, Elizabeth and Mr Darcy take many long walks. During an unseasonably warm late October day, Mr Darcy loosens his cravat and removes his jacket. Elizabeth finds this a very educational experience. But when it comes time to put them back on, she cannot for the life of her figure out how to knot the cravat properly after insisting she do the honours.

“My dearest, and loveliest, Elizabeth,” he gently began. “You have no idea how to knot a cravat, do you?”

Also Day 8: Cravat 'Inappropriate Use of a Cravat'- Explicit, 6k words, Elizabeth/Darcy, author's first smut, the prompt was from the wildest ask I have ever received but I made it seem normal, smut, established relationship, post-canon, the cravat is part of the smut.

After an absence of some weeks, Mr Darcy and Elizabeth are very eager to be alone together and don’t even make it to the bedroom. As it’s been a while, Mr Darcy doesn’t think he’ll hold out very long if Elizabeth keeps lavishing attention down there – so she ties his cravat around the base of his shaft, to prevent an early end to their enjoyment.

Her surprised gasp was silenced by his lips, her own eagerly parting as she tangled her hands into his hair to keep his face pressed to hers. Pushing Mr Darcy against the wall – door – something, she melted against him, his hands digging into her waist, revelling in the taste and feel of her. “I missed you,” she said again, drawing back to kiss a line down his throat, “so much.”

Day 11: Card Playing Artwork- Which is the banner of...

'A Losing Hand' - Rated G, 2.9k words, Elizabeth/Darcy, canon compliant, falling in love and FIGHTING it, banter, awkward flirting, unrequited crush.

Mr Darcy is falling in love with Elizabeth Bennet, and he is not best pleased about it. His pov of that enlightening card game in Chapter 8 of Pride and Prejudice when they discuss accomplished women.

Darcy could only look at her – the light challenge in her gaze, the slight smile that accompanied it. He could debate with her all day.

Day 16: Gossip 'Dear Lady Catherine' - Rated G, 4.2k words, Elizabeth Bennet/Fitzwilliam Darcy, Jane Bennet/Charles Bingley, Canon divergence, Lady Catherine is in peak form, and facing someone who's allowed to argue back, Character development, Speedrunning Darcy's realisations, Self-reflection

Following the Netherfield Ball, Mr Collins happily gossips in a letter to Lady Catherine that her that her nephew may be on the verge of matrimony… to Miss Bingley. He overheard his cousins talking of the lady’s attentions and quite misconstrued everything. Lady Catherine, as incensed as she could ever be, goes to confront her nephew in London… and arrives in the middle of the ‘Why You Should Not Marry Jane Bennet’ intervention.

Yelling ensues. And maybe more than one instance of self-reflection.

OR

In which Mr Collins has the sacred duty of sharing gossip he wasn’t supposed to know; Lady Catherine is of infinite use, which ought to make her happy, for she loves to be of use; Miss Bingley learns what all her attempts to secure Mr Darcy’s affections have amounted to; and Mr Darcy himself is full of pride and confronted with his hypocrisy.

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Janeuary Prompts in progress/ideas:

Day 13: Christian Name - A few people wondered what Darcy was really thinking in Chapter 42 of T3W when he was talking about how he imaged Elizabeth calling him Fitzwilliam:

“How did you imagine it?” she enquired with a frown. Mr Darcy blushed a deep crimson. “Mostly, mere casual use.”

And I thought that made a great prompt for trying my hand at some more smut.

Day 20: Dearest - An anon sent a prompt for some Kitty/Colonel Fitzwilliam Fluff, and since I've never considered them before it was a fun exercise to think about how that would work! I started a draft of it as I worked out some ideas so this will definitely be happening.

Day 27: Cousins - Toying with the idea of doing a sweet glimpse of 5 or so years into the future, featuring little Bingleys and Darcys. Not sure if that's something anyone's interested in though.

Day 29: Carriage - A missing scene from Pride and Prejudice featuring Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam

Day 30: Garden - Another Pride and Prejudice missing scene with Darcy's pov of something Elizabeth mentions in passing.

[safetycar-restart]

hear me out:

having sub!lando ride your thigh but the only place he’s allowed to touch himself is his chest. he’s crying n begging for you to let him come while desperately pinching his nipples. and they’re so sensitive that he absolutely could come just from that, but he’s too subby to do it by himself.

(pls ignore if you’re not comfy w this)

(also, could i be 👻 anon?)

I.. anon you're truly a visionary. I've been rereading this ever since you sent it because it's just so so good I am obsessed.

So firstly, I think Lando loves when you make him feel so helpless and desperate? As much as Lando loves to be treated like the ultimate pillow princess, he also enjoys when you make him feel completely at your mercy, and especially when you tease him about it.

Lando already loves riding your thigh, especially because he can hide in your arms at the same time? It's amazing he loves it so much. But he's always allowed to cling to you and use you as leverage and sometimes even touch himself.

But this time, you decide to tease Lando quite a bit and instead of letting him do any of the other stuff, you tell him he can only touch his nipples and can't use your body for leverage. Lando is equal parts excited and scared, because it's the exact kind of position he loves to be put in but he knows it'll be damn near impossible to cum.

Especially because the moment he's settled on your thigh he falls deep into his subby headspace and that makes his coordination so much worse.

You just watch him, openly staring at him and using a mixture of praise and humiliation? You don't degrade him, but you do tell him exactly what he is and he loves it.

"Such a slutty little thing, huh?" you say to him, listening to how he whines and shakes at your words. The more you praise him, the more he falls apart which just makes his coordination even worse. It's a constant cycle.

In the end he's just desperately pinching his nipples and rocking against your thigh, tears gathering in his eyes because it feels so good and so intense but he can't seem to get himself to cum and he's too worked up to get any sort of rhythm that would get him there.

You know you could very easily help him, just grabbing his hips and moving them a few times would make him spill all over your thigh, but you're having way too much fun watching him struggle.

You wait until Lando is just a shaking mess, unable to even move his hands properly against his nipples before you eventually step in, and then when you do step in you just have to call him out for it.

"Can't do it can you?" you ask him sweetly, "such a useless horny darling, can't even make yourself cum without my help."

He just nods and whines, so desperate.

You pull him properly onto your lap then, jerking him off harshly until he cries out and cums all over your hand.

[bageltopia]

20 questions for fic writers! i got tagged by @fivedayslater ✨

How many works do you have on ao3?

just 27 🥺

What's your total ao3 word count?

714,283! will i break 1M this year? i hope so but that remains to be seen

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i'll give you the top 3 😭 they're all quite old and i frankly don't stand by them anymore except perhaps for #3...every few months i go through the struggle of whether or not to delete these fics but i'm trying to be more of an archivist towards my work haha

catch and release, haikyuu (kurodai)

on our way, harry potter (drarry)

thirst aid kit, gintama (ginhiji)

What fandoms do you write for?

right now just one piece! i have major tunnel vision when it comes to fandoms and my brain doesn't allow me to be properly multi-fandom

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to reply to comments that i get right when i post a fic, especially if someone is asking a question, but i'm not consistent with how long that lasts...i get overwhelmed :( but i read and appreciate every comment very much!!! <3

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmm i don't really know that i write angsty endings. there are a few from past lives not on my current ao3 i suppose

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i think it's this fic swan song, which is a post-canon, shippy take on the netflix show "the society" and it's extra happy (to me) bc the show ended up being cancelled shortly after i published this 😭 so in my mind, my fic is their happy ending haha

Do you get hate on fics?

my choices get questioned sometimes which can be annoying but no one really hates intentionally or in a personal way

Do you write smut?

well yes!

Do you write crossovers?

nope

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

hmm...what can i say 😬

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! i think translations are lovely and i always appreciate when people take the time to do it

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes in a past life, but not on my current ao3!

What's your all time favorite ship?

probably SNS or hashimada from naruto...though i have nothing to show for it...zosan and lusan are starting to come close though

What's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i don't have one at the moment aside from the one i'm currently working on! i'm pretty good at finishing wips hehe

What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm pretty good at humor and bringing small details to life

What are your writing weaknesses?

i can be overly-descriptive sometimes and lose sight of larger themes by focusing too hard on small details

Thoughts on writing dialog in another language for a fic?

i have not done this so N/A for now!

First fandom you wrote for?

probably harry potter in the ye olden days, when they were still being published and i was certainly too young to be interacting with fandom in the way that i was

Favorite fic you've ever written?

i have 2, for different reasons!

moonlighters because it's my first foray into writing something ambitiously long and i'm happy i accomplished that at all

bad revolution because it's my own fic i've reread the most and i really like the setting, atmosphere, and story i put down in a tight 15k 😌

tagging @sinelanguage @incalamity @summerofspock and anyone else who'd like to answer!! ❤️

[redge]

Oshi no Ko Chapter 154

I need an outlet for this chapter so instead of posting a thread on Twitter (X), I'll just post my thoughts here.

Rereading this chapter while listening to this song on repeat. 💔

I despise Airi Himekawa. I don't know what horrible things has happened to her but no one, not even Hikaru Kamiki, deserved what happened to him as a child. Airi molesting this child is what started this all and I hate her.

For him to actually tell Ai "let's get married!" like that's the most normal thing going forward like "Taiki's my son I don't know what to do about it but with you, I will take responsibilty so let's get married" oh gosh just by typing this and knowing what are on the next pages is crushing me 😭

Also, Ai 😭 Would she know better? They're both so young that time but Ai left him because she wanted to take responsibility and lift the burden off Kamiki when they could have... 😭

And the way Kamiki just accepted it as it is even when he was so broken because he also believes he's undeserving of Ai or anyone's love 😭

But broken people do crazy shits and one of the craziest thing young broken Kamiki did was to tell her address to Ryosuke. But oh to read this line:

"The despair I felt when the girl I loved so much... That I was willing to sacrifice my life for... told me she couldn't love me." 💔😭

"We were just forcing our fantasies on Ai." He understood the lie she built as an idol but not the most important lie she told him I am heartbroken and I am typing this hearing the lyrics "it's torturous, tonight is gonna be the loneliest" SEND HELP 😭

The DVD oh my god 😭 Imagine how Hikaru might have felt after hearing Ai's voice for the first time in a long time, talking about him, how she understood how he was crushed by the entertainment industry, how she knows he's depending on him.

"The truth is, I really wanted to be with him forever. I wanted to carry the burden he carried and raise our children together. I wanted to live my future with him. After all, he's the first person I've ever wanted to love. Even though I don't really understand love."

"The first person I've ever wanted to love" From this line, you can't help but think, maybe when she was stabbed and said "I love you" to her children then the sigh of relief "I finally said it" maybe it was because on the first time, she wasn't able to say it properly to Kamiki, knowing in her heart that he was the first person she wanted to love. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Tears. Just tears. The Entertainment Industry-idols and artists- give happiness to their audience but at what cost?! Both of them were willing to take the risk and thinking of a future together but it's too late now because Ai is gone and whose fault? 😭😭😭

If Aqua's revenge is to crush his father mentally, make him live or die in regret, than good job Aqua because as a reader, I don't feel anything but regret reading through these panels. 😭

And then that last panel with Ruby. Makes me think that maybe she actually know who Kamiki was in chapter 146. Maybe she was not seeking answer from god, but she was trying to get an answer from her father because she knew all along that the man with umbrella was her father, because everytime she visits Ai's grave, she see's him visiting too. What a plot twist it would be if it was actually Ruby who's the first one who knew that Hikaru Kamiki was their father.

Ah. The story of Ai and Kamiki is so heartbreaking it resonates with this lyrics from The Loneliest by Maneskin:

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Akakasa-sensei, I respect you and your writing. What a chapter.

[kittycarabiner]

Hiiiii! Guess who's back! Aaaaand I recently got my claws trimmed! It's actually been a while since they've been this short. It's insane actually.

I'd love to pull you into my lap so you can look at them properly. Yeah you can just sit in front of me, but I like it better with you in my lap. This way I can kiss at your neck and cuddle you while you look at all the pretty designs I got this time. And I'd tell you all about my nail appointment and the nice lady that did them and how she gave me a discount when she was all done. All my talking and kisses would distract you from the hand sneaking up your shirt and to your tits. Cupping, massaging, squeezing, you're so warm and soft. My fingers dancing over your nipples...I'd take one between my fingers, rolling it around and snaking my other hand up your shirt to do the same thing. You're starting to shift around alot and you're letting out such pretty noises for me. I want to touch you so bad. You're just so sweet.

I'd coax you to turn your head towards me so I can press my lips to yours and stick my tongue down your throat. You'd like that hm? Our mouths pressed together? Me panting into your mouth and you whining into mine? Our lips connected by a thin wisp of drool that drips onto your shoulder when we separate for air.

Your head's probably so fuzzy that you don't even notice my hand down your pants until I'm toying with your clit. Gosh! You'd be soaked wouldn't you? You're so easy to rile up. It'd make slipping my fingers into you so easy. I'd lean into you until you're leaning forward on your elbows for me. My legs, that were previously tucked under yours, now positioned perfectly to push your knees further apart for me, making it much easier to plunge my fingers into your squishy insides as I curl my fingers into you. Using my other hand to hold your hips, I'd dig my blunt nails into your skin. I'd press kisses into your shoulder, biting and sucking into your flushed skin, whining about how you weren't even listening to me. But you can't help it, hm? All pretty and dumb and any attempt to speak only coming out in mewls and stutters.

I crawl out of a slump and the first thing I think about is women typical gay activities lmao, but can you blame me? :P Also completely unrelated but mirror anon (couldn't find the emoji for my life) is so hot?? What the fuck???👀

-🐈🐈

i reread this like five times since you sent it. my god 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 your writing is so descriptive and so eloquent???? what the fuck!!

admiring your nails so hard rn hiii i love seeing peoples' nails. i'd compliment yours up and down! and a discount??? win 🩷🩷

mind the small tits, but i loveee my nipples played with 😇 need you to stretch me out for the first time ugh 😓 tell me how wet i am for you so you can watch me get all embarrassed and squeeze around your fingers

want you to get me all dumb for you so you can play with me however you want, and all i can do is whine and squirm 🤭

promise to leave little bruises and bite marks all over me too, yeah? need something to show off tomorrow <3 oh! and let me take care of you after, please? 🥺

use my mouth to your heart's content, grind on my tongue and hold my head in place. or teach me to finger you. orrr we can share a vibe ♡

i've missed you lots, btw 🫣 im glad to see you back. your asks always make me flutter hehe. i hope things are a little better for you now, and i'm always here for anything (not just horny stuff, though i love it) if you ever need me ♡

that being said, i totally understand. women are soooo fine. and so is 🪞 anon ;] we've been having some interesting thoughts 🤭

[mayuichi]

“Rest assured, it is not mine.„

William James Moriarty x fem!reader Warnings: dark contents (murders, beating, blood, etc...), spoilers of MOSTLY the second season! be aware!

note: i'm so obsessed again over MTP, you can't know how much. i'm rewatching it rn, and i'll reread it too. ALSO i'm so sorry for my absence, i'm procrastinating and finding it hard to stay motivated, especially with my nausea, but it's slowly getting better so i hope i'll be capable to write more!

Pictures from the anime Yuukoku no Moriarty / Moriarty the Patriot.

Being the child of an earl isn't too hard. But as a woman, you are expected to be nearly perfect. Graceful, elegant, flawless, and charitable. Most respect you, or more likely.. fear your father. Speaking of which, you still live with your parents. You haven't found a suitable man yet. It was infuriating for your father, he wanted you to find a husband. But you couldn't care less for now. Strolling around in town is much more entertain than finding someone.

After one more heated argument with him, resulting in a red mark across your cheek like it happened so many time before, you call it a day and leave to your room for the night. Clutching on the plush you have managed to keep, you sit on your bed, staring at the moon through the window. Your mother didn't even tried to protect you, never. If only things could change.

Undressing yourself to slide on a warm robe, you close the curtains and fall on the soft mattress, engulfing in it, pulling the covers over your frame. Tomorrow is another day, it will all be okay.

At least, that's what you thought...

Awakening by a voice. You focus on it, only to realise it's a stranger. You've never heard them before... did you? Chills parkour through your veins, jolting you forward. You don't know who they are, nor what they want. But you don't want to stay near them.

Stepping cautiously out of your room, you hurry as best as you can to the front door. On your track, your gaze averts on a gruesome scene. Your father, resting in his blood, his life slowly fading from his body. With your mother, next to him, heavily injured. The footsteps behind you make you believe they're after you, now.

Sighing in relief when you finally see the front door. Your hands reach for the handle, your body freezes at the voice. “Leaving so soon? I've been told this family was full of cowards, but still...„ his voice malicious. You couldn't even move, feeling the tip of the blade against the back of your neck.

Just swallowing was hard. One bad move, and you'd die. Trying to take a deep breath. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your hands sweaty. “I... I am not like them..„. Hesitantly turning around, you could perceive one of his eyebrow raising. “The day... The day I'd be like them, I'd rather die...„

You don't even know half of what your father does, but all you've discovered about has never been good. A smirk displayed on the stranger's face, his golden locks falling ever so slightly above his scarlet eyes. “Hmm.. Interesting...„

Staring at him, also because you don't want to miss any of his action, your eyes get used properly to the dark, allowing you to see more of his features. And it isn't long before you recognise the second son of the Moriarty. A mathematics professor, and a noble, now pointing a blade at you.

However, he withdraws his blade, sheathing it back in his cane. Taking a step forward, he moves his hand across your cheek, his fingers grazing gently. “... Such a poor thing. I suppose it's a recurrent treatment, isn't it?„.

His touch, his words, his expression... It's so sweet, so caring. Is it truly the same man that has murdered your parents? With a sigh, he pulls away, thinking of a way to be sure you'd keep your silence over his true identity. But before he could utter a word, you got carried away and whispered your thoughts.

“I wouldn't mind... joining you. I want to be useful as well...„. Surprise filled his eyes. His piercing gaze staring right through your soul, he leans in, his tall frame towering over you. “Are you sure ? It is a dark and dangerous path. You shouldn't be impulsive.„. He hasn't dismissed you. He feels it in you, after all. That strength and resilience after all those years. This desire to be able to make a change. Even if you aren't a good fighter for now, you could become one.

His associates were unsure, at first. You were so fragile, so sensitive. How could you become useful ? But he kept believing in you, training you, and asking for Jake to train you as well. Within weeks, you were already close to be as good as them. You just lacked experiences.

And perhaps, everything that happened got you closer to their leader, the true Lord of Crime... William. He'd often invite you over tea, or to stroll around town. At this point, it became a habit of you, to go buy some pastries to a hardworking baker and have your tea party. It wasn't always just the two of you. Sometimes, Louis and Albert would join in, or even Bonde. It was such heartwarming times.

It has never been a surprise for you that in a middle of your discussions, William would suddenly fall over the couch and sleep. It always made you giggle quietly. But despite it, none of you took a step further. After all, neither knew if the others actually had feelings or if it was just a mere thought.

Months after you joined, William has went again with Louis only to take care of some aristocrats, with Fred's intel. Those nights are the worst. You're restless, incapable to be in slumber.

Sitting on your bed, in your robe, you hear the front door opening. Footsteps in the corridor, and the brothers' voice, casting each other's goodnights. Stepping out of your room, you gaze over William, blood soaked. “Is... is that blood?„

He turns around to face you, a gentle smile spreading when he sees you. “Rest assured, it is not mine.„. You blink, unsure of how you should feel. It's clear though, it isn't having the right effect. “Is that supposed to reassure me?!„

Your exclamation caught him off guard, and he walks closer, placing a comforting hand over your shoulder. “Isn't it usual now, though? You have seen me bloody a lot before.„. His words hit you like a train. You have seen him blood covered, yes, but your mind has never been calm about it.

“I know! I just-.. Ugh..„, anxiety floods you, your head lowering as you dismiss his hand. “I never said it was fine for me. It makes me worry. What if you get hurt?„. It's a stupid assumption, and you know it. He makes plan for every tiny details. He never leaves room for uncertainty.

Hurrying yourself to ask him to forget it, you go back in your room, closing the door behind you. Plopping on your bed, you can't help but hate yourself. Why are you so worried about him? He's not a child, and beside, he knows how to act upon unexpected twists. You pick the pillow, placing it in your arms, hugging it against you.

“... I hate it so much.„ you growl under your breath. Eyes closed and lost in your mind, you don't pay attention to the footsteps and the door opening. You only get out of your thoughts when you feel something, or rather someone, taking place on the mattress.

You turn around to see William sitting next to your laying form, his hand hovering over your hair, caressing it carefully. He has taken off his coat and changed his clothes to his usual sleep attire. “I find it flattering, you know? Your worries being on me. But I have my shares of worries over you, too.„ he chuckles.

It makes you groan silently, turning again to make him face your back. Seeing you holding your pillow so tight, he allows himself to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Don't be upset, my dear. How about we plan a tea party tomorrow? As a token of apology for all those worries I fill your heart and mind with.„

Just the thought of it cracks a smile from you, and he sees it clearly. You slowly nod, closing your eyes as you lean further in his embrace. You know it wouldn't last forever, but you'd drown yourself in it for as long as it last.

It's an hour later he withdraws his arms from you, giving your hair one last stroke, before standing up. “I will see you tomorrow, my dear. Have a good night.„

As he walks away, you turn around, sitting up quickly, calling out his name. “... William!„. Your voice is so urgent, like your feelings are about to explode. “Yes?„ he turns to face you, his eyes softening at your desperate state.

“I...„ you hesitate. Is it truly a good idea to confess ? It isn't a secret for yourself anymore, you've fallen for him, smitten by his simple presence. But maybe it isn't a good thing to tell him... “... Take care... Goodnight...„

Something tells you by the look of his eyes, he knows you're hiding your feelings from him. But he doesn't push. Not yet. You're too vulnerable for now. He wants you to willingly admit them. He closes his eyes. “I will, thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.„ and with that, he leaves your room, the silence feeling it. Your feelings drowning you in slumber.

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋmayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

2025 TBR 📚

thank you @evilovesyou for tagging me! loved your post, lots to discover there...

BOOKS THAT ARE CURRENTLY ON MY NIGHTSTAND

shuggie bain - douglas stuart

i'm about halfway through this novel that i've been dying to read for a while now. i read young mungo, stuart's second novel, last year and it was an instant favorite of mine. and now i am absolutely devouring this one. it's set in glasgow, following the life of shuggie as he grows up with a mother that struggles very heavily with alcoholism. the hard life, described with love, without looking away from all the ugly parts, is what captivates me.

ulysses - james joyce

it is a huge goal in life to finish ulysses. i started a while ago (like.. 1,5 years ago) and now i'm about 1/3rd of the way through. i really enjoy it, but i don't have the proper brain for it every night. i know i will finish it eventually, because when i do have the right brain, i enjoy it a lot

after the revolution - robert evans

this is on my phone, for when i'm on the go and didn't bring a physical book. it's written by one of my favorite podcast hosts ever, and so far it's an interesting look into his brain tbh. it's an imagination of what the us would look like in the future, maybe fifty years from now, after a huge revolution has taken place and the country is split into warring factions. relevant... perhaps. (you can download it here if you want bc he is just like that)

BOOKS THAT I WANT TO READ AGAIN

i think i want to read the song of achilles again at some point. but i don't know. i think at this point in my life i'm so excited about reading new books, that i don't want to reread things just yet! but i have a few books i read when i was a lot younger and would like to read again, which will genuinely feel like i'm reading them for the first time. like some of the vonnegut ones i read almost ten years ago, or brideshead revisited, which i read before i was as adept as i am now at properly sussing out all the queer signalling.

BOOKS THAT I HAVE HAD FOR AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT OF TIME WITHOUT FINISHING/READING THEM

books that i have started for a long time but haven't finished: ulysses huehuehuehueue buuuuut also lanark by alasdair gray. i've read it almost all the way through three times now lol, once for school and then twice since. i am captivated by this author's writing, since one of his other novels (something leather) is one of my favs of all time, but this is a brick of a book, set in a new world with a lot of unfamiliar scenes described in complicated language so... yeah. not an easy read. but i am determined to, at some point, read it all the way to the end.

as for the books that i've owned for ages but haven't read: the beat hotel - barry miles. i had a huge beat generation phase as a teen and i am actually still set on reading up on all of them. i have books that i bought back then and just never read past the first chapters. no idea why. third one in this line-up is a swim in a pond in the rain, which is basically literary theory poured into a nice book. it analyses scenes from russian literature. i once read a good chunk of it and loved it!!! and then i stopped lol. i had a major reading slump after 2019 ngl, which i'm only just coming back from. (so far i'm back up to speed when it comes to fiction, but non-fiction still needs a push, clearly)

BOOKS THAT I ALREADY OWN THAT I AM EXCITED TO READ

here's three, even though there are a lot more. my bookcase is a mess. but this year stephen fry is coming to my city to do a reading about mythos, so i will probably be reading that one first. i own troy, which i will probably read right before or soon after mythos. been loving all the books that help me brush up on my greek mythology. demon copperhead has been on my list for a while, and now my mom randomly found it in a little exchange library at the station. i think it'll be similar in vibes to shuggie bain, which i'm excited about. then i recently bought never anyone but you in a small indie queer/feminist bookshop in utrecht, nl. it's about the life of claude cahun and suzanne malherbe, two real historical figures from ww2 era france, who lived a beautiful, vibrant, artistic, but hard queer life. i already read a graphic novel about claude last year, so i'm excited to read this novel, which i assume will focus more on their love story.

i also wanted to mention some tbrs that i don't own and will probably download somewhere, because this year i want to focus again some more on politics and brush up on my knowledge and history of anarchism etc. so here's some of my (urgent) tbrs:

tagging.......... anyone who likes to read!! perhaps @persephoneflouwers @moonbeamalice if you feel like it <333

[tastytoastz]

I just want to say that the most recent chapter, at the time of writing this, of your fic (where Pac and Mike travel back in time to a 2b Fit, forgive me for forgetting the name) had me so enthralled. I've said this before but I don't think there are nearly enough fics that thoroughly explore the absolute internalised homophobia a man would develop in a place like 2b, so to have a fic like yours properly portray it is like a dream. That chapter has been stuck in my mind since I first read it, and I've reread it a couple of times.

I can't get over how well you showed that he wasn't just angry, but genuinely terrified. I love the emphasis on him being above all just so fucking scared of that information existing out loud. It's such a good angle. And he's not completely dead shocked by the revelation, and jumps straight into denial, which makes it come across - to me, anyway - as if he has already been aware of this fact about himself for a while, like he knows, and he actively works to hide it everyday. There's so much implied in what isn't said . It leaves you wondering how long he's known, how much he thinks about it, if anyone else in his life has ever known, if he has witnessed first hand what happens to people like him (has he ever watched someone get killed for that while having slurs and horribly vulgar and vivid insults thrown at them, and tried his hardest not to picture himself in that position, as the victim?) ... And most of all you wonder what the aftermath of the interaction looks like on his end. Is he panicking silently up in that room, expecting a mob at his door by morning? What is he thinking, what's running through his head? What does he expect to happen now?

I just love the angle you took and how it was written, and that you decided to pick up the heavy subject matter and write it where a lot of other writers seem hesitant. It's so intriguing .

Thank you so much for this ask!!! I could go crazy over this chapter as well and point out so many details, I'm gonna get into some here, but not all (since I wanna keep some stuff ambigitous/secret still and cuz if i mentioned it all it would be a long post, but I will probably go deeper into some more things once the fic is over cuz I have so many things and smaller details I wan't to get into!!! ) (Also I guess if you want to keep thing ambigious and not 'peek behind the curtain' about some things with this fic don't keep reading)

I have seen some people say Fit's reaction to Mike's comment is with self-denial but honestly it's a lot closer to just being him denying Mike and Pac's words. He's not lying to himself, he's strictly lying to Pac and Mike, and I'm glad I was able to make that clear and people are picking up on it!

Not gonna go to much into it right now ( that's for later in the fic 🤫), but he's very aware he is gay.

As a queer person myself homophobia is sadly not something i'm unfamiliar with. I have experinced it directed towards me and I have seen it happen to other people. Meanwhile i've also done research about internalised homophobia as best I can. I know it's a heavy subject matter (and the fic has a lot of violence/gore as well, it's rated M for a reason) so I'm glad so many people are intrigued by the fic despite it (however I fully understand if someone would not like the themes and cuz of that won't read it). I'm hoping to portray it and handle the themes as best i can.

I also think it would just makes sense from a character perspective, you have a man who has been on 2b2t for years, surrounded by slurs for all lgbtq memebers and wathcing people get specially targeted for stuff like that, and that would fuck with you as a closeted gay person. Not only bring you fear of being "found out", but also adapting homophobi language to look less like "one of them" while also just ingraning it in yourself.

Fit's been told the person he is bad, and knows that if people find out he's gay there will be a lot of negative consequnces, so he hides it. And then here comes Mike, not only saying that he knows he's gay but also that "it's obvious" that he likes Pac. For Mike and Pac it's a factual thing they know, while they also know is dangerous to Fit in the wrong hands. They also think it's obvious Fit likes Pac beacuse they know what to look for.

For Fit it sounds like these random guys, despite his best efforts, knows he's gay, the other says he has photo evidence he's gay, and then said he is awful at hiding it. These two people could ruin his life and have him killed so easily. That's what Fit heard and that is terrifying.

This is also one of the reason this fic is only from Pac's POV becuase I want it to be as unclear for the reader what Fit is thinking as it is for Pac. You don't know how Fit thinks in the past, what ideas he has or how he looks at thing which I think it both intruging for readers but also terrifying. You never know what Fit's next move is going to be.

Once again, thank you so much for the ask! I love talking about my fics so thank you for giving me a reason to!

[ghoctyhehehe]

Reread thoughts part 3 (with a more reasonable time difference between the two)

I've finally reached the point in which shukichi has appeared. And just like every member of the Akai family, I love him so much.

Cuz like, he's so smitten with Yumi and everything, but he's also a really intelligent and observation person. He's the person Akai trusts enough to tell he is still alive even when no one else knows.

But honestly I just think him and Yumi are really cute lol.

Yeah girl, keep telling yourself that.

And now we have the local cone being a menace and terrorizing his friends.

Not that I wouldn't do this with my own friends. What good is friendship if you can record them indirectly confessing and play it back to them over and over and over again.

Then if course he does the same the haibara. Dude is a menace when he wants to be. Which is about 90% of the time honestly.

Yeah can't say I blame you, a 7 year old that is able to solve complex murder? I would be absolutely terrified. especially when he also seems to know how to operate every vehicle to ever exist, use a gun, and a million other things. I too would consider a kid on par with a member of a special police force, terrifying.

I also like how this is referred back to in the 22nd movie, Zero the Enforcer where he says that there are 2 people in the world more terrifying then him, and it's implied as Akai and our cone

Back to Yumi and Shukichi, I love them so much.

Like he keeps a little picture of her in his pocket. They're literally so cute. He loves her so much. And she tries to deny it (I dunno why honestly) but she cares for him too.

For this panel, I just like it a lot lol. No comments. Just a nice panel

Oh the irony. Also I don't know what this child has against glasses that he despises them that much. I mean, what have they ever done to him??

Also how has no one questioned why he wears glasses. Cuz I feel like it fairly obvious that they're perceptionless since haibara takes them all the time. And she doesn't use glasses. And wearing perception glasses you don't need messes up your vision (ie you can't see properly with them)

Okay thats all I've done so far, gotta clock out now, might reappear in a few days, who knows. Word vomit is indeed fun.

[slowmotionexcavation]

May 2025

In May I really got started at my job, without my colleague there that I am here to replace. She took a few weeks to train me then went off on sick leave, and here I am on my own. I don't know why it should feel so bad that the time it took to train me was not enough to enable me to do the job properly without calling her every single day -- but it does. I feel like I can't do anything. And here I thought that getting a job would make me feel better, when quite possibly, it's making me feel worse. Maybe because the contract is temporary so it doesn't change the fact that I feel like I have no place in life, and in a few months' time I'll be unemployed again.

I feel terrible. I feel terrible when I'm at work, and I feel terrible in the evenings when I get home because of how completely drained I am, and I feel terrible at the weekends when I'm performing being a person who cares about culture and the arts and whatever else. I go out because it's what you do when you're 36, in a relationship, with no children, in a big city, and it's better than staring at the wall at home all day, but I can't say I enjoy it.

The other day I reread the last few months' worth of personal entries on my old blog and I can't believe how happy I was then. I had found love! I had a new job! Strangely, I think it all started to go downhill when my old colleague at my old job left, and I found myself having to perform her job on top of my own. Then I quit that job. Then I spent two years unemployed before I found this job. And the love story? It's been five years, which is the most I've ever spent in a relationship with someone. It's... like people say. You get used to each other. And anyway, no other person can save you. Just because you've got a good relationship doesn't necessarily mean you're happy. I know I'm lucky to have my boyfriend, but I'm still unhappy about everything else.

I don't know yet when my contract will end, it will all depend on when L. comes back, and she doesn't know that yet because she's got a bunch of medical exams scheduled. I don't know what I'll do after that except, probably, try to hang on because there are people who are fond of reminding me that I can't kill myself because of them.

[ohkate]

Thank you @jessij1997 for this tag. I love this topic!

How long have you been writing fics?

One year. I did write a fic about 20 years ago but nothing since then.

What fic are you reading right now or what was the last one you read?

I've been in a more romantic mood recently and I reread Flower-U-Up by Miss_SnowWhitePink for a pick me up.

I also reread Cooperative Gameplay because I rec'd it to @badassfetish.

What fic are you most proud of?

I'm the most proud of the fic I wrote for this year's Shameless Big Bang. I can't wait to show it to you all!

Second to that, I actually really like my story Five Senses. It was the first fic where I did exactly what I wanted to do with the concept without feeling like I wasn't a good enough writer to write it properly.

What is the last fic you wrote?

Other than my Galladrabbles and the silly AI Generated story I posted, the last real fic I wrote was This, which was a gift to @badassfetish.

Your 3 favourite fanfic tropes:

I would say these are specific to THIS fandom:

Alpha/Omega: "Oh no my suppressants aren't working for some mysterious reason. If only my down low soul mate was here to fuck me for days. Oh wait...he is!"

Pretend relationship leads to real relationship

Fridging: Yes I know this is horrible and I understand why. But I love when one love interest is hurt and the other one goes on a rampage to avenge them or rescues them, etc. Ian telling Lip that if he ever hits Mickey again he'll kill him is hot for a reason.

What is your favourite thing about writing fics?

I love that it helps me flex the creative muscles that sometimes get stagnant from just doing gifsets. People tend to like basic gifsets but the more arty stuff, the stuff you have to think about and actually put thought and effort into, the text you come up with to make it feel like something more...it can sometimes be less appreciated. Not because it's not good but just because not everyone likes YOUR style. I tend to be uber-romantic and with Ian and Mickey that ends up being more AU, lol.

So sometimes I find myself doing the same scenes, the same moments...and trying to make something new out of a limited amount of scenes can be tiring. But with fic, I can create something and mold it right to how I want it. I don't have to be limited to the footage of them we have.

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