#and i was like ”….hahah…thank you.”

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

thank you! honestly i forgot that this existed. and i just read it again and im like.. did i write this? me? this is pretty good. hahah. whoever wrote this needs to finish the wips in my drafts.

‘i said, sit.’

pairing: daddy chan x sub f.reader

genre: smut

word count: ~2.1k

warnings: oral (f.receiving), pet names, some very light spanking, i think that’s all?

an: do i write anything other than daddy chan? sorry it’s just my favorite thing ever in the entire world. and this one is so good, just trust me. i’m working on some requests that aren’t daddy chan. i promise.

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you were shy. painfully shy, and chan knew that. it was one of the things he loved so much about you. how you blushed so easily. how all he had to do was stroke your cheek with his thumb and call you his princess and your eyes would get wide, your cheeks flush a bright pink, and you hide your face in his palm. it was adorable, honestly. he loved the sway he had on your emotions, how you practically turned to putty in his hands.

how he could so easily make you a drippy mess for him.

and he had done just that. in the car on the way home, his large hand on your thigh, the silver metal chain bracelet he wore was cold against your skin. it didn’t go unnoticed by you how his hand managed to slowly inch its way higher, sliding under the hem of your skirt. just as the hitch in your breath didn’t go unnoticed by him. he had a proud smirk on his face as his hand travels ever higher. for a moment, you were worried about his focus being somewhere other than the road. what if he crashed? but then his fingertips grazed your clit through your soaked and sticky underwear and all thoughts left your brain. you didn’t know where you were, or what your name was, but you knew you wanted him to do that again. and he did, applying a little more pressure, dragging his fingers across repeatedly, like he was petting a kitty. you guessed he was petting your kitty.. technically.

your eyes closed and your head fell back against the headrest. “is that good, princess?” he asked, his voice deep and gravely. you called it his bedroom voice and it always had the desired effect.

you nodded in response to his question. his fingers started rubbing small circles on your clit now, your breath becoming ragged. you gripped his wrist with one hand, squeezing tightly, nails digging into his skin. your other hand clenched the seatbelt strap across your chest. chan loved when you got like this, so needy for him. all for him. he spared a glance over at you, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to see your eyes tightly shut, your cheeks flushed, your bottom lip in between your teeth. it made his cock stir in his pants.

you could feel that familiar tightening in your tummy, waiting, begging for it to snap. you squirmed in your seat, sure you were leaving a wet patch on his upholstery. so so close. you could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around nothing, and then.. he stopped. he removed his hand from under your skirt. you let out a pained whimper, squeezing your thighs together to try to get some friction. your eyes fluttered to life with the sound of your car door being opened. you looked up to see chan standing on the sidewalk next to the car. when had you arrived home? when had he gotten out of the car?

he leaned down and across your body to unbuckle your seatbelt. he placed a gentle peck on your cheek before standing straight again, offering you his hand.

“are you coming, baby girl?” he asked, smirking, drawing your attention to his beautiful dimple.

“i was about to.” you whined, taking his hand.

he chuckled at that, helping you out of the car. “i know, sweet girl. daddy’s sorry.” he shut your car door and hit the lock button, causing the car to let out a little chirp. “let’s go inside and i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

•

no sooner did the door latch shut, his hands were on you. one hand at the base of your skull, cradling your head as he kissed you. passionate, deep, longing kisses that took your breath away. his other hand pulled your skirt up over the swell of your ass so he could grab a handful of your left cheek. he squeezed and kneaded the skin there before laying a light slap against your skin. you gasped against his lips, causing a dark chuckle to escape him. he leaned down and hooked both arms around your thighs, giving you a tap signaling for you to jump. you hopped up, your legs wrapped around his waist, your ass in his hands, supporting your weight. he continued kissing you as he maneuvered his way through the apartment to the bedroom, with you tugging on his dark curls causing him to groan.

once in the bedroom, he sat on the bed with you straddling his lap. his kisses moved from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck. he nibbled and sucked on the skin there, giving you goosebumps. “such a pretty girl.” he mumbled against your skin. his hands running up and down your back, across your hips and down your thighs. “i love your thighs, baby.” he groaned as he squeezed them. “so soft- fuck. you’re perfect, you know that? daddy’s perfect girl.”

you whimpered at his praise, moving your hips back and forth, grinding across his erection. he lifted your shirt over you head and kissed across your chest as he expertly unclasped your bra. your clothes fell discarded to the floor and his plump lips found your nipple. he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue running circles around it. you tugged at his shirt too, wanting to see him. “off please daddy.” you said quietly, pulling at the material.

he grabbed you by the hips and made you stand up. he reached over his shoulder and grabbed his shirt by the back, pulling it up over his head and throwing it in the growing pile on the floor. then he reached for your hips again, pulling you closer and pulling your skirt and panties down. you stepped out of the clothing, kicking them to the side and toeing off your shoes.

you looked at him, his lips swollen and wet from kissing you, his hair tousled, his chiseled chest and abdomen on full display, a tent in his pants. your mouth watered at the sight. he was so beautiful it almost hurt to look. you bent at the waist and unbuttoned his pants, hooking your fingers over the waistband and tugging. he lifted his hips to help you pull them off along with his boxers. his cock slapped against his stomach, already hard and leaking precum onto his skin. you made to get on your knees, wanting him in your mouth, desperately wanting to be choking on him, sputtering around him. but he stopped you.

“not yet, princess. come here.” he pulled you back onto his lap. he kissed you quickly before he reclined on the bed, his back flat against the mattress. he tugged your waist, pulling you up his body. “sit on my face, baby.” he said.

now, you have done lots of things with chan, but never this. he had had his mouth on you countless times before, but he was always on top of you. he has never asked for you to sit on him. your apprehension must have been apparent because he gently rubbed his thumb across your hip.

“please, baby? i just want your thighs around my head. wanna taste.” his voice was higher than normal. was he begging? your strong, domineering, always a top, daddy- was begging? he must really want this.

“you sound so pretty when you beg.” you teased, using words he often used with you.

he slapped your ass, hard, causing you to yelp. “don’t be a brat, baby. you wont like what happens.” he warned before tugging on your waist again.

nervously, you moved to straddle his face. “mm such a pretty pussy, baby.” he praised. you slowly lowered yourself down against his mouth. he hummed in delight, running his tongue up and down through your folds. you let out a moan at the sensation. you looked down at him, his eyes were closed, his tongue buried in your pussy as the tip of his beautiful nose rubbed against your clit. your hand found its way to his hair, your nails scratching his scalp. his soft brown eyes looked up at you, as he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth. you couldn’t control the sound that escaped your lips at the sight of him.

he pushed down on your hips, pulling you closer to his face, but you resisted.

he removed his mouth from you, a desperate sound leaving your throat with the absence of him.

“princess, your hovering.” he scolds. “i said, sit.”

“i’m too heavy, daddy. you won’t be able to breathe.” you argued.

“you’re not too heavy. you’re perfect.” he stated. “and i don’t need to breathe when i have you and this pussy.” he placed a quick kiss on your clit causing you to gasp. “you’re my oxygen. now, sit.”

hesitantly, you put more of your weight on his face, your pussy lips fully covering his mouth and nose. he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you the rest of the way, forcing your full weight onto him. he groaned, the vibrations radiating against your clit. he laid his tongue flat out and used his hold on your waist to rock you back and forth, helping you to grind on his tongue. you threw your head back in bliss, moans and whimpers and incoherent babbling falling past your lips. you tugged at his hair, moving your hips at your own pace now, using his face, chasing your high. his tongue ran deliciously through your folds with each thrust of your hips- his nose rubbing perfectly against your clit.

“fuck- daddy.” you moaned.

he squeezed your ass in his palms, letting you ride him, your high growing ever closer. his cock was painfully hard. he rolled his hips, thrusting up into the air looking for anything to stimulate him but finding nothing. you leaned back a little, his tongue slipping into your hole, some oxygen scented with your arousal filling his nose as you reached for his cock. your small fingers not fully able to reach him, just grazing the tip. he lifted his hips to try to bring himself closer to your hand, but you still couldn’t reach.

you were so close to your release, your legs began to shake. “daddy- i’m gonna.. gonna cum.” you cried. he smacked your ass, and thrusted his hips again, searching for relief. you reached again, fingertips grazing the head of his cock, drops of precum clinging to your skin. you brought your fingers to your mouth, tasting him. his beautiful brown eyes made contact with yours as he watched you suck his essence off your own fingers. the taste of him, and the desperate look in your normally very stoic partner is what caused you to crumble.

you came undone, your release coating his face, a string of ‘thank you daddy’s falling from your lips. your body collapsed, but he caught you, gently lifting you off of him, and laying you on the bed next to him. your body continued to shake with aftershocks, his fingers brushing hair out of your eyes.

“that’s my girl.” he said. “daddy’s perfect girl. did so good for me.”

your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, you struggled to keep them open.

“what about you?” you mumbled, making grabby hands at him. he intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing it to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

“what about me, baby?” he asked, not understanding your question.

“you need to cum too.” you pouted.

“oh, i did.” he chuckled, slightly embarrassed. you opened your eyes to look over at him. his skin was covered in cum, the liquid settling in the valleys of his muscular abdomen. your first thought was that you wanted to lick him clean, but you were too tired.

“you were just so beautiful above me.” he said. “my angel looking down at me. and then you put your fingers in your mouth and came and i couldn’t hold it anymore.” he confessed. “fuck- i’m gonna get hard again just thinking about it.” he laughed.

your face flushed at the praise, your eyes falling shut again, unable to look at him.

“there’s my bashful girl.” he rubbed his thumb across your cheek, before getting up and heading to the bathroom for a wet cloth to clean you both with.

yes, chan had the biggest sway on your emotions, the ability to make you blush and hide with only one word or even just a look. but tonight— he was putty in your hands.

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[tea-tuesday]

this is the first time using a hobonichi weeks and i'm really enjoying it!! many a thoughts below......

i bought my 2025 hobonichi weeks planner a few weeks before it started so i decided to experiment with layouts and styles in the back for the last few weeks of 2024. you can really see the evolution from the week of Oct 28 to the week of Nov 18, e.g., how i went from one highlighter color (purple) to a whole system that i'll be carrying into 2025 :))) the colors i chose for the week of Nov 11 were so ugly that no one will be seeing that lolol. one issue is that i still don't know what to do with the empty page on the right side. i did a reflection on nyc one week but i'm not always in a reflective mode (i also do reflections on my life in my vent journal). i tried the alastair method but it usually takes me multiple weeks to complete a task. it was still helpful to see what i eventually need to do so i think the right side will be a very fluid system that changes based on my needs week-to-week. for now, i've been keeping an ongoing "interest log" and writing down quotes and poems that speak to me that week. i might implement a mini habit tracker too since i'm not great at maintaining my daily habits

my "aesthetic" goal for 2025 is for my planner to look as used and loved as possible! i'm not much of an artist nor a memory keeper (i have my 5-year planner for memory keeping) and i don't like keeping receipts but i made a better effort at preserving cute stickers and things from cafés and bookstores and other places (but only if i think they look good hahah). i also want my stickers and washi tape to look cohesive but it's a little hard for me because i operate on vibes (both artistically and generally) and never took any art classes or anything so idk if anything will look as "aesthetically pleasing" as i want it to. the only thing that saves me is my neat handwriting. but! my ultimate goal is to not be so hard on myself about how my planner looks since it's meant to be a functional tool. i do think i'm doing a good job on keeping it true to myself and my life 😎

anyway that was my ted talk and thank you if you made it this far!! qs for anyone who wants to answer: what is your 2025 lineup? are there any things you're bringing into 2025? what's your planner philosophy? i'd love to know !

[takes1]

heyyy, I just found your page and I’m in love omg<333 would just like to request an ushijima imagine with a tall reader (5’10-11) it’s so rare to see a tall reader tbh hahah, anyways reader is captain of the girls volleyball of their school and is a middle blocker, ushijima just kinda stumbled upon their gym with tendou and cannot take his eyes off here or something 😭

Thank youuuuu

thanks pookie! sorry about the wait. this was a great request! i rlly appreciate asks like these. sorry i wrote this man a little different than what i normally see, but it made sense to me

warnings. none, sfw.

details. ushijima not getting social queues / pining!ushijima / kinda dumb!ushijima / stoic!ushijima / staring / secretly sweet!ushijima / tall!reader / team captain!reader / unrequited? crush / tendou being a great wingman / 1.8k words

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Leading a team full of peers never came naturally. At least, the girls didn't make it an easy task when every order, every call was either questioned or giggled at.

Today's practice in particular was getting to you. Nobody was focused up and there were some plays that only existed because it was a Friday afternoon going into a long weekend off.

You shut down a laughable attempt at a spike. If anything, your jump was too high- the ball caught your chest and slammed into the opposite side of the court. What was that? Six shut-downs in the past ten minutes?

"Let's try hitting the ball, not bumping it!" You shouted, swiping the sweat down and off your face. It was mean, but honest.

"We're trying!" Somebody whined.

You flung your arm dismissively at the other side of the net and rested your hands on your hips. Maybe it was just destined to be a rough day, after all.

A melodic whistle from the entrance turned your attention to a cheery redhead, skipping towards the court. Behind him trailed a slower, silent, but somehow greater presence.

You called for a water break at once- celebration ignored- to greet your eccentric friend.

"Strooong block," Tendou grinned and scanned you for signs of effort- he found it in the wetness across your light-colored shirt, "Good game?"

"Hardly," You fanned yourself by pumping your collar with air.

Ushijima stopped glancing around the gym and finally acknowledged your presence- you pretended to not care about his awful staring problem. He didn't look you in the eye, but in a way, it made you more on-edge. Was there something wrong?

You stopped fanning yourself and faked a smile to hide how concerned you were that they might stay to watch, "We're just- off, today--,"

"Mmmm!" Tendou's attentive hum and consequent staring was far more objective, but creepy nonetheless.

What a couple of weirdos.

"We were just about to call it, actually," You placed your hands on your hips, squinting at the other captain to guess his intentions, "So if you were trying to use the court, you can have it."

Narrowed eyes caught your gaze in an intense, humbling second- you wrapped your arms around yourself and glanced away.

Ushijima had an otherworldly harshness to him. You rarely felt the need to shy away from people, but he knew how to make you squirm.

He said absolutely nothing to you. Tendou accepted your offer and paid it forward by inviting you to stay and run drills, but there was something about Ushijima you couldn't decipher, no matter how much you wanted to practice. It was like he had a problem with you, or the way you ran your team, or he was just pissed off- none of those were possibilities you had the energy to deal with after this evening.

They took the court gladly to do some pair work and clean up; your team left in a cheerful mood, ready to get started on their long weekend right away. The arrangement left only you dissatisfied.

Tendou stalked your exit carefully from afar, tip-tapping anxiously on the ball in his hands. Your long shadow slipped away and they were alone at last.

He kept his voice low, just in case, and cozied up to Ushijima's side, "Soooo..."

Ushijima spared a passing glance over to his curious friend, no more.

"How long?" Tendou's attentive, inquisitive grinning was enough context. No need for direct name-dropping, nor denial.

His stone face began to fill with color.

This was a new feeling for him- it felt like he was dying, but in a good way, and he didn't want it to ever stop. He couldn't seem to catch his breath until you left. That didn't bother him per say- he didn't need air if it meant he could watch you shut down spikes, or roll into a skilled receive, or lead your team.

When he was forced to speak was the only real problem. He could sit and be a spectator forever, but when it came to getting any words out with you, they all fell apart on his tongue. He was always pretty quiet, but he knew this was pushing what he could get away with.

"Don't know. I've always liked her."

Tendou tossed the ball to him. He caught it, deep in thought.

It was clear that you didn't return the feelings. From the beginning, you were always different with him than you were with your team, or even Tendou. He knew he wasn't charming, or charismatic, or friendly. That wasn't an issue until recently.

The way you walked, with a slight swagger, always standing straight-- using your height as a weapon, captured his attention first. He caught himself stealing glances at you from across the gym when your teams switched for precious practice time. He started to notice more. The strong lines in your legs, the sweat-stuck hair on your brow, the little pant on your breath when you said hey just out of civility, the confidence in your voice when you called plays.

Now he battled the feeling of wanting to put himself closer to you. Once that craving started to hit him at night, moments before he drifted off to sleep, he knew something was wrong with him.

Every time he had the opportunity to say something, he lost his voice.

"It's-," He slapped the ball a few times onto the gym floor, then stopped to think before sending it over, "Different now."

Tendou shot him an easy pass, "Y'know, I was starting to think you couldn't get crushes."

He bumped it back, "Me too."

-

Despite how off putting the experience was, by the next practice you were able to brush it all off. You were operating on two completely separate teams, after all. What the guys did, how they practiced, and when was simply not your business.

You slung your bag over your shoulder on the way out of your classroom. Your teacher called after the exiting students about due dates.

"I've been getting questions about the quiz! Remember, you also have a discussion due. They're two different assignments--!"

You only halfway paid attention, too excited about the warmth blowing in through cracked windows from the hall. It would feel so good at practice today - and you had something special planned to raise morale.

You were only a step out the door when you crashed into something firm. The sound of your head smacking into Ushijima's was loud, and unsurprisingly, painful.

"Oh-!"

"Mm-,"

You ran hot with embarrassment and failed to cover it with a laugh. How did you not see him?

"Sorry," You both muttered at the same time.

You rubbed your temple, he rubbed his forehead.

As he did so, he spared you no dignity with what looked like a judgmental up-and-down gaze. It was so piercing that made you grip your shoulder strap tighter. You weren't sure if he meant something by it.

That was just another example of his behavior that felt contradictory.

"We need..." He trailed, briefly checking his hand for any blood. When he looked up, his eye contact so intense that his brows began to furrow. There was some sort of affliction behind his eyes. A narrowed, preoccupied focus that made you uneasy.

You instinctively wiped the back of your hand over your hot face, in case you had anything on it. The side of your head throbbed like terrible.

He opened his mouth a little to say continue, but sighed instead, uneven.

Things were starting to connect in your brain. Little by little, you picked up on more cues from his body language. He was out of breath, a little sweaty, and flushed. He was clearly rushing here. That was the reason you plowed into one another. You realized you were lucky you were around the same size, or else that could've knocked you on your ass.

"The guys need to get into the gym earlier today."

The statement ripped you from your spiralling, almost complete, thoughts. You laughed, "Yeah, right."

Despite you both being Captains of the same sport, there was very little need to talk to each other beyond your shared affinity for Tendou. Your team schedules never clashed- your coaches and advisors made sure of it.

You squinted when he clearly wasn't kidding.

"Do you really 'need' it? Or do you just want the gym earlier?"

He took a breath to answer, but you were quick to ask another agitated question, "Did Coach Washijou approve of this? I haven't seen an updated schedule."

Talking to you was impossible enough, but you were pissed off, and asking so many questions, and the light was hitting your face just right, and you smelled so good. He couldn't shake how pretty you still looked, angry and impatient with him. You stood straight and proud. Your eyeline was close to his own so he could savor every color he could find in your darting eyes.

His slow reaction and lack of social graces was so off-putting that you could only assume it came from a place of narcissism. He must not have cared, or he thought that his own team was more deserving of practice time that he demanded taking yours.

You were seconds away from calling him an entitled prick when you spotted a familiar redhead approaching, just over Ushijima's shoulder.

"(Y/n)!!" He sang and squeezed past his friend to take your hand in his. He tossed it back and forth between his own. It made you smile for a moment; as always, he helped diffuse the tension.

"Hey, Satori-," You wanted to be nicer, but only had about 15 minutes left to figure this issue out, "What is this about needing the gym sooner?"

He looked up at the ceiling, acutely aware that Ushijima was not a fan of this physical contact between the two of you, "Hmm! Ohh, that. I meant to tell you-,"

A calculated gaze to Ushijima, "He said nevermind."

That little liar.

In a flash, just through that familiar, cunning face of his, Ushijima understood that Coach Washijou never actually wanted the gym. Tendou only told him the 'news' because he wanted him to have a reason to speak to you. He really wanted to punch him, just for a moment.

There was something between them you couldn't make out. A conversation there you didn't get. You couldn't, and didn't want to, bother yourself with it.

"Perfect! So, there's no issue then?" You patted Tendou, then Ushijima's broad shoulder and squeezed between them to go change for practice.

"Mm-mmm, No issues here!" Tendou grinned and wiggled his fingers goodbye at you. He looked at his friend.

Ushijima placed an oversized hand on that shoulder and watched you walked away.

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[nombre-va-aqui]

Have a chamomile, my dear. (Chamomile Cookie x F! bullied Y/N Cookie)

As Y/N Cookie closed the door of her home, she went to the living room and lay down on the couch, her face stuffed against the cushions. Then she let out a groan, emptying her lungs as a muffled scream came out of her mouth.

??: Is that you, dear?

A gentle voice spoke from the kitchen. Then Chamomile Cookie came into the living room, holding a cup of warm chamomile on her hands. She took a sit on a chair right next to the couch and patted Y/N's head gently.

Chamomile: Did you had a rough day again?

Y/N did not speak, but she nodded her head.

Chamomile: Do you wanna talk about it?

Once again, Y/N communicated nonverbally, this time saying no with her head.

Chamomile: Oh, it was one of those days, huh?

Chamomile placed her cup on the table. Then she sat next to Y/N and caressed her back as gently as possible.

Y/N Cookie didn't have it easy. She was born into a family with great magic potential, throught the generations each of the family's descendants made great and amazing achievements.

...

Everyone but her.

No matter how hard she tried, there was an unkown something that blocked her magic potential. She practiced, and practiced, and practiced, but with no progress.

Her family was disappointed in her, they soon turned their back on her and replaced her with her younger sister.

Of course, she wasn't safe in school either.

Bully 1: Come on Y/N Cookie! Do some magic! Oh, wait, you can't!

Bully 2: Pffft! She's crying! Hahah! She's so pathetic!

Y/N: *sobs* A-and then, th-they said the only ma-magic I can do i-is disappear, th-the only thing I can do right...

Chamomile: There, there. Don't listen to them, my dear. You have a great potential, you just haven't reached it yet, but I know you will soon.

Chamomile held Y/N tight on her arms, hugging her and kissing her to reassure her.

Four months ago

Y/N had locked herself inside her house, no one heard about her in a whole month now. She had enough of everyone bullying her and treating her like trash, so she decided she would never leave her house ever again.

Knock knock

Or so was her plan.

Chamomile: Hello? Is anyone home?

Y/N didn't take interest at first. But then the knock sounded again.

Chamomile: Excuse me, does Y/N Cookie live here? My name is Chamomile Cookie, I would like to meet her if it's possible.

The voice belonged to someone she didn't know and was soft and gentle, so Y/N decided to give it a chance. She opened the door slightly, so only one of her eyes could be seen.

Y/N: What is it?

Chamomile: Hello, Y/N Cookie. My name is Chamomile Cookie. Could I come in, please?

Y/N: Why? What do you want?

Chamomile: I noticed you didn't leave your home for a whole month now, and I became worried. I'm a therapist, maybe I could help you? I'll be glad to listen to anything you need to say.

Y/N: ...

The door closed... But, a second later, it opened again. Y/N had a tired expression, and the inside of her house was all messed up.

Y/N: Come in.

So, both girls talked for a few hours. Y/N opened up her feelings and emotions and shared her worries and pain, and Chamomile listened to every single word she said. It took a long session, but Chamomile convinced Y/N to give it another try. From that day on, they both had sessions together, Chamomile helped Y/N little by little but efficiently.

Now

Chamomile: Are you feeling better now, my dear?

Y/N: Yes... Thank you for listening to me...

Chamomile: No need to thank me, my love.

Chamomile kissed Y/N's cheek gently. Y/N didn't have an easy life, but Chamomile made it a bit easier.

Y/N: You are too good to be real... I don't deserve you...

Chamomile: Hush now, don't say such things. I love you with all my heart, and I promise I'll be there for you for as long as you need me.

Y/N: Thank you... I love you too...

Yeah, Y/N Cookie's life was not easy... But there was Chamomile Cookie, her ray of light in the darkness. She was insecure and felt like she didn't deserve such a wonderful girlfriend, but she was glad to have her. Chamomile Cookie was the only reason Y/N Cookie didn't give up yet, she would be fine as long as she had her by her side.

[mysicklove]

I GOT HIT ON TWICE IN 10 MINUTES IN THE FUCKING LIBRARY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MEN

[personwholoveschocolate]

happy valentine's!!!! to you and to the sweethearts of them all

I hope you'll like this one💖

[cannibal-nightmares]

inspired by some discord meme shenangians

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

I just wanted you to know that CN altered my brain chemistry so much that now whenever I try to write my own god!Ajax fics I always end up using a similar ascension concept(the whole getting too powerful and the universe basically deciding that you need to either be a god or to die thing)

My brain just accepted it as canon and I do not know how to get it to stop/j

LMAO my condolences?? hahah

given genshin takes quite a lot of inspo from xianxia, and that method is xianxia based, i honestly wouldn't be surprised if that's how it works in game. i mean- do we even know how one attains godhood canonically? i can't recall rn. there might be multiple means, too. who knows

[f-imaginings]

in terms of inspiration and such does it feel easier or more difficult to write as you inch closer and closer to weirdmageddon? or has it made no notable difference? you’ve been working on this story for so long so i imagine it must feel kinda strange to be getting so close to what might be the end of it!

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Another wonderful question!! You are so good at these!

I think my inspiration to write is more closely correlated to the comments and feedback I get for the story, so the more people who tell me they enjoy it, the more it inspires me to write, and I've had a wonderful abundance of attention since BOB so I am being spoiled every day by nice words. I think my drive to finish the fic is pretty sustainable at this point, and I'm already getting ideas for a sequel haha. Finishing the fic was my new years resolution (even though judging by past chapters, it's been taking roughly a month to churn each one out since they're so long and intricate) so it looks like sometime in the new year I'll likely finish the story, maybe around April or June depending on how I balance writing with my workload and social obligations. I'm determined to finish it though (so I can start a cathartic sequel hahah)

I think in terms of us being towards the end of the story though, I have noticed it's made a difference on how I plan out the chapters. In the past I had all the time in the world to build the story and relationships and take things in new imaginative directions, but with the end of the story on the horizon we're left with a limited amount of time to tie up all the loose plot threads. I am being a lot more deliberate with how I plan the chapters. I write notes about plot direction and what details to include for every chapter, and I find that with every chapter approaching the end I've been writing three lots of plot notes corresponding to each 'episode'. So there's the general overview of events from the show and what I want to include from Ford and Bill's perspective, and then there's the refined version where I drill down into what factors I want to explore for each POV (for example the notes for the next chapter include Kryptos' storyline, Ford's storyline and Bill's storyline) which really breaks down what plot beats happen in each POV, and then there's the order of the different plot points, so I can weave between the different POVs in a way that flows thematically and brings out the best contrast between the characters journey.

I try to pull together similar themes in each chapter too, so for example the last chapter had overarching themes (lmao I made myself laugh by saying the themes of chapter 61 were 'dogs' and 'what if my family secretly hates me' hahah) and then I try to place story beats from different POVs together in a way that the themes compliment or contrast each other - so for example in the next chapter the themes of finding purpose after being stripped of it will apply to characters we encounter during Kryptos' POV and during Ford's POV. I've got this planned out meticulously all the way to the end, but before I start each new chapter thats when my second and third plot plans come into place. There's just something about reading the work through again once it's been posted on ao3 that makes me realise what threads I want to pull into the next chapter and that means my second and third plots happen once the last chapter is posted. I also rewatch the show's episodes about a million times lmao and add to my notes about what little details I want to highlight and bring back from the old chapters, since this fic is technically canon divergent, not fully canon adjacent.

I get inspired all the time for this story though, from all kinds of places too. Lots of times from my work (since I work in a mental health org) or from therapy or my own reading. I attended a DSFV training session through work a few weeks ago and what I learned there gave me inspiration for how I want to tackle a possible redemption arc in a sequel, especially around cycles of violence and how it can relate to perpetrators. I'll talk about healthy relationships in my own therapy sessions, and I'll get inspired to work in stuff about relearning independence after codependency. I'll read a baller fanfic (usually from other fandoms since I've been saving myself to read all the billford fics after my fic is finished, because of that one time someone accused the fic of plagarism - but since most ppl have wised up to the fact that those claims were just one person being a big meany I've read one or two fics and there is some gold out there in the fandom!!! Like Theseus' Guide To Ruining a Perfectly Good Boat by @stump-not-found theres a few chapters out but I am loving the characterisation and how punchy the prose and stakes are!) and reading fic is a great inspiration, same with published works too, I'm currently reading Youthjuice by E K Sathue which does very interesting things with description.

Anywho sorry for the essay in response haha! You always ask such great questions jada! I just finished doing my second plot through for chapter 62 today too, what timing!

[angelnumber27]

*he spilled my cup of paint water all over everything idk why I said he spilled watercolors I just woke up girls

I literally walked away for two minutes tops to make coffee and came back to his ass sitting on this water color palette and my painting open after spilling my watercolor water all over it

Look at that face. He knows he did something wrong hahahha

[cattewife]

not sure if they typo'd here but if not: i have no idea what they mean, and if so and meant "sneezing." hm. do i have to put the "THIS IS A FETISH DON'T @ ME IF YOU DON'T GET IT" back in all caps on all the stories? i thought it was a little obnoxious so i pulled back on it but perhaps.... my first instinct was right?

what gets me is "the only thing i could focus on was how much he was sneezing" LIKE YES, THANKS, I WROTE IT THAT WAY ON PURPOSE?????

[chaosinstigator]

anyways I hope your little award is worth it when max disappears from all online spaces

[skitskatdacat63]

"Bring on The Dancing Horses"(x) - Echo and The Bunnymen × Ferrari Drivers

[sirstarz]

Werewolf Stone werewolf Stone

[mortemain]

FAVORITE FIRST WATCHES OF THE YEAR Tagged by the very kind and amazing @evilvvithin, thank you! Since you posted six movies, I'll post six, too. I am too lazy to look for covers, so here is a list:

Longlegs

Strange Darling

The Substance

Tragic Waste

Terrifier 3, Stream (it's a tie)

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Tagging: @fay-ix @pennywises @davidayer @stephibee @marks-hoffman no pressure to do it.

[mollywog]

you're giving such strawberry energy. I just know you'd be living in 12 having some small shop and buying strawberries off of Katniss 🥹

Marie!!!! 🥰

I love this so much that I made myself a little booth for Sunday market days:

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