#and while none of these things currently affect me they make me very worried about what will happen next

[introvert-celeste]

Every time I hear about what DeSantis is doing it just gets worse. I love Florida but I fucking hate the people in charge. It's sickening.

[mirohlayo]

Hi, can I request a Reader x F1 grid story where reader breaks her arm/leg and she can't race because of it, but she still attends the races to watch with her team? And then the drivers start to draw on her cast as a feel better soon gesture.

Maybe she also posts it on her social media throughout the day to show fans the progress of the drawings.

Thank you so much xxx

P.S. Love you writing

Hi !! So as you requested I used the F1 grid, but only the drivers who I write for originally (+ Albon). I also wrote reader as a F1 Academy driver to make it more easy to write and more realistic. It's the first time I write something like this, so hope you'll enjoy it girll !! ᥫ᭡

DRAWINGS ON MY BROKEN ARM

( because maybe you just need some love from your handsome friends. )

warning : none just a broken arm, a cast and fluff

note : I really struggled a lot to find some good cast pictures, these ones are a bit awful lmaoo sorry

word count : 1.3k

It was not planned. This was absolutely not what was planned.

As you get out of the car with difficulty, greeting pleasantly the driver who kindly accompanied you to the Suzuka circuit, you try as best you can not to move your arm too much. If you make unnecessary efforts you will tire yourself out for nothing.

You absolutely did not choose to break your arm. It was due to a mistake, a very big mistake indeed. While you were testing your car during free practice, during a session where the falling rain flooded the track with water, your tires did not grip effectively and you found yourself thrown against the wall, in a fairly serious crash. surprising.

The teams immediately helped you, and while everyone was asking you if you were okay after this crash, that's when you realized a big problem: yes, you were okay, but not your arm. . And after a short stay in the hospital, you now find yourself - or rather your arm - stuck in an amazing cast.

You obviously cannot participate in the next F1 Academy races. But you can, however, do something else that is much more energetic and beneficial for you in the state you are in: attend the F1 race which is currently taking place in Japan.

After all, being locked up for almost a week in your apartment was totally boring and you really need a little fresh air, and above all the passion for this sport to stimulate. Being a very close friend of certain drivers, you did not hesitate for a single second to accept your team's proposal when they offered to accompany you to the Suzuka GP.

Now there you are in the paddock, trying to slip through the others to get to the Mercedes garage. There where you find Georges, who smiles with all his teeth at the sight of you.

“Hello you” He walks over to you and starts to wrap his arms around you in order to give you a hug, but a reflex immediately makes him step back. “Oh sorry, I forgot you have a... little problem” He struggles to finish his sentence, grimacing at the sight of your wrapped arm in a cast.

You giggle before patting his shoulder. "Are you better since your crash? I saw that a few days ago and I was really scared for you." His eyes scan you, he is worried about you. You smile softly at him to reassure him. "Don't worry. I may have a broken arm but that won't stop me from supporting you in this race."

“Oh, Y/n!” Lewis' voice calls out to you, and you turn to face him, Charles next to him. They both smile at you, taking care not to touch your arm so as not to hurt you further. "I'm so sorry about your crash. You must definitely be disappointed." Lewis affectionately caresses your shoulder, a show of affection and support.

"At least you're alive, that's the main thing. It's good to see you here, the other guys miss you you know." Charles explains the situation, telling you how worried and scared the pilots were following your accident. You also received several messages from them on instagram, in which they supported you and showered you with kind words.

“Y/NNN!!” Daniel screams your name from afar, a big smile on his face as he almost throws himself at you. “Hey watch out for his arm.” Lewis alerts Daniel so he doesn't hurt you, but he doesn't seem to hear anything and comes to take you in his arms. “Daniel, I’ll go back to the hospital if you continue.” He finally pulls away, carefully observing your cast.

“Maybe I should call the others, they’ll be happy to see you.” Charles volunteers to bring the other drivers back, while you chat with your friends. They are all very respectful and very attentive, they are sincerely empathetic towards you.

In the distance, you finally see the rest of the boys arriving.

“Here’s my girl.” Lando comes to wrap his arm around your shoulders, a smirk present on his lips. You push him away, grimacing to tease him, and he holds his heart as if you had just broken it into a thousand pieces. "I know I shouldn't have sent you that 'get well soon' with a red heart on Instagram, hypocrite." He pretends to roll his eyes but his smile betrays him.

"Indeed, you shouldn't have. Your teammate was the first to message me and that's why he's my favorite boy today." Oscar tssk while crossing his arms, however amused by the situation. Max, Carlos and Alex are discreetly added to the group that has just formed around you.

“Even with a broken arm, you can do a lot of things you know.” Max told you in a confident manner. “Like Lance last year.” Carlos chuckled at Lando, both nodding at the same time because they thought the same thing. You can't help but feel alive again.

It's true that the last few days were difficult. Alone, injured and locked in your apartment, you no longer had much of a taste for life. You kept asking yourself questions about your future, about the rest of the races of the year. You were also worried. But you knew that coming here, being surrounded by your closest friends again, laughing and talking with them, was all you needed. You can only be grateful to them.

“I have an idea guys!” Alex then exclaims, drawing attention to himself. “Since Y/n is injured, and her cast is… white and bland, we should draw to give her courage.” He said while pointing at your cast. The other drivers nod, agreeing with the Williams driver's idea.

“I will have the honor of drawing first!” Then begins George, who is already ready to fight to have his drawing on your cast. "She wants a drawing of her favorite driver which is me. Too bad for you, George." Lando, and his sassy attitude, is ahead of the Mercedes driver. “I bet I draw better than all of you so let me do it.” Carlos steps forward to assert himself.

They seem to be on the verge of fighting over who will have the honor of drawing best, or who will draw first. You laugh while calming the situation. "Look, you're all going to be able to draw. We just need some markers." You remark, as you wave to your team in the distance to help you.

It doesn't take long before they arrive with a small pencil case filled with different colored markers. You then sit on a chair in a corner of the garage, the nine drivers around you. Oscar is the first to draw on your cast, while the others are still fighting over who will go second.

In the end, after a good session of laughter and slightly failed drawings, the result is there. Your plaster is decorated with designs, each one as extravagant as the last, but that doesn't matter, because their intention comes from the heart. This sincere gesture will certainly give you courage for the rest of your adventure, you are sure of it.

And as they all give you one last smile, one last hug, they leave to prepare for the approaching race. You end up joining your team further in the VIP stands, ready for the start of the race. “What a beautiful cast” Your engineer nods at the magnificent designs on your arm, and you smile. “Beautiful may not be the word, but it’s very precious to me for sure.”

And as you share a laugh, the red lights go out, as the din of cars echoes throughout the circuit. For a moment, everything seems wonderful. It's crazy how a simple little attention like drawings can brighten up your day a little more. And can also brighten up the day of others, like those of your fans for example...

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yourusername: maybe no more arm but at least I have my handsome boyys ❤️

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danielricciardo: if anyone wonders who drew the beautiful star, it’s me ✌️😁

⤷ landonorris: you wrote on her arm instead of her cast you dickhead

⤷ danielricciardo: I was feeling different 😜

user: Alex just writing his name makes absolutely sense

user: no cuz they're literally the SWEETEST ahww

⤷ yourusername: only oscar cuz he's the one who drew the best

⤷ danielricciardo: but you said it was me earlier

⤷ yourusername: i lied plus you literally drew on my SKIN instead of my cast 😠

landonorris: my girl not giving any credits to my amazing beautiful drawing 💔

⤷ yourusername: yeah cuz you have no talent, keep it up it's awful mate 🔥🔥

⤷ landonorris: hypocrite I hate you

charles_leclerc: take care of yourself y/n ❤️

georgerussell63: I slayed, my drawing is lit

⤷ yourusername: no 🙄��

user: i need friends as precious as them, love their friendship !!

[lilylovestowrite]

May I request Dan Heng taking care of drunk reader?

HE'S NOT MUCH OF A DRINKER, BUT HE'S A DREAM GIRL ୨♡୧

PAIRING ୨♡୧ Dan Heng x GN! Reader

WARNINGS ୨♡୧ None

SYNOPSIS ୨♡୧ Dan Heng picks you up from the bar, and it seems like you’re completely hammered.

WORD COUNT ୨♡୧ 1.4K 

A/N ୨♡୧ Thank you so much for submitting the very first ask! I won’t lie, I got a bit carried away so it’s a bit longer than most drabbles. I love my silly little dragon man.

Divider by @/cafekitsune

A sigh echoes across the halls of the Astral Express. The stars gleam and the sky is streaked with hues of purple and the serene teal of Dan Heng’s eyes, currently focused on the door to the little bar in the Astral Express. He opens the doors, and the grandiose chandelier above his head nearly blinds him. But what nearly takes his breath away is you, slumped on the onyx marble island with a cocktail in hand. No matter how often he enters a room and lays eyes on you, each and every time, his brain and eyes race to compute your beauty. However, even as your partner, the dark haired man  keeps his affections closer to his chest. 

“Dan Heng, what are you doing here?” You slur, eyes squinting at the silhouette approaching you. You can tell it’s him, because the aroma of autumn petrichor and old books almost overpowers the stench of alcohol. “Were you reading?”

“I’m here because March texted me to pick you up,” he smiles softly and nods in the pink haired girl’s direction, “let’s go to my room, angel.” To this nickname, you swoon, and March giggles softly, slinging a drunk Trailblazer over her shoulder and taking them to their room. 

“Night, Dan Heng!” She chimes, eyes alight with amusement. Even in your state, barely able to walk, you know that this whole set up was most likely by her design. You can’t fault her for it though - March, ever the romantic, is the very reason you and Dan Heng are together now. 

“Night, March.” He replies back, and he turns all of his attention towards your slumped figure. “Now, what to do with you.” His mutters are soft, and even in private, there is a rather comforting strain of sterness in his tone. “I’m going to help you up, can you walk?” 

“Mm, no.” You reply, and find his perplexed expression absolutely adorable. His nose scrunches up and you can practically see the cogs running in his head, trying to devise a plan to get you to his room. You decide to be gracious and give him the solution: “Carry me?” 

“Carry you?” Dan Heng asks, surprise leaking into his voice. He then falters and coughs behind his palm in an attempt to regain his composure, “Carry you. I can do that. Come on.” He gently pries your hands off the cocktail glass and lifts you up in a bridal carry. His footsteps echo in the halls, the starlight illuminating his soft expression. 

“I’m sorry I interrupted your reading time,” you whisper, suddenly self-conscious that you’ve made your boyfriend take the brunt of your own actions, “I didn’t think the cocktails were so strong.”

“It happens, don’t worry.” He replies, “I wasn’t reading anything interesting anyway. Just boring things about the stars.” And you think you’re about to enter his room, the faint glow of his night lamp leaking through the doorway, but he makes a turn and heads towards the observatory.. 

“Are we sleeping somewhere else?” You ask, shifting slightly. You trust that Dan Heng won’t drop you, even if you thrash around like a worm. 

“The observatory has a nicer bathroom nearby in case you feel nauseous. And besides…” He hesitates, dark lashes fanning over the teal irises that stare down on you. “...I’ve wanted to sleep under the stars with you for a while now. What do you think?” 

You pause, both flustered, taken aback, and enraptured by him. It seems that no matter what he does, or what he asks for, you can never say no to him. Nor do you want to. The urge to spoil him, to see that serene little smile on his face when he lets his guard down, is your ultimate goal. So naturally, your response is: “Sure, let’s do that.” 

Dan Heng is rather good at keeping a poker face, but around you, (either because he has no use for his reservations or because you have gotten so good at reading him), not one emotion goes unnoticed. So even if he looks away, you notice in the reflection of the windows sealing off the extra rooms, that a light pink hue kisses his cheeks, accompanied by a toothy, boyish grin. 

He gently opens the door to the conservatory with his hip, setting you down in a chair and cracking open a bottle of water. “Here, drink this. I’m just gonna open up the sofa bed.” And as he does so, you take a look around the remarkable room. Made of glass, you can see the stars as the express glides across the cosmos. The interior is rather simple: a  minifridge in the corner, accompanied by a few house plants; a black chaise lounge that you currently occupy, and a black sofa bed that Dan Heng places pillows on. The entire view is celestial, picturesque, but the most breathtaking view is your lover. Even in simple clothing, the black turtleneck he wears, paired with his white pants, he always looks as if he has stepped out of an ink wash painting. Untouchable, yet so gorgeous. 

And, all yours. 

It seems that you are too drunk to conceal your adoration, because Dan Heng comes towards you, crossing his arms. “What are you looking at?” He asks, both teasingly and with slight seriousness. The cadence of his voice, normally monotonous, rises and falls as his eyes scan your expression. 

“You!” You giggle, unashamedly. Dan Heng blushes softly, realising that his plan has backfired. Instead, he guides you to the bed, a hand hovering above your waist. 

“You really have no shame, do you?” 

“Especially not when I’m drunk!” You babble, letting him prop the pillows up so you aren’t fully laying down. You make yourself at home, shimmying into the covers next to him. 

“I can see that, dear.” He replies.

Dear?

 You jerk your head towards him with such speed, you nearly go green. 

“Wh-what?” He asks, blinking at you. 

“You never call me pet names.” You blurt out, “It just caught me off guard.” Dan Heng has never been one for sappy affections, especially because he can’t take your reactions. He tells you it’s because your name is the most beautiful thing to call you by, and it’s true, but if he catches you with that lovesick stare, he isn’t sure his heart can handle it. 

“Well, you’re so far gone, I don’t think you’ll remember this  anyway.” He replies cooly, but his ears are completely red. “Do you want something to eat?” 

“Don’t change the subject! Call me that again!” You plead, pouting and dramatically draping yourself over his lap. “C’mon please?” 

“N-no, I think pet names are more effective in moderation.” Dan Heng replies, but the heat consumes his face so much, he pushes his dark hair out of his face and fans himself slightly. 

“Aww, bummer.” You lay back, and he locks his fingers with yours, using your intertwined hand to reach up to the sky, in all its astral grace and heavenly beauty. He guides your clasped hand to a planet above:

“That’s Venus, look!” His voice, now slightly sleepy, rumbles a few octaves deeper, and the calming vibrations cause waves of sleep to wash over you. “And over there, that pink planet? That’s actually a moon for another planet. Miranda.” 

“Really?” You look towards him, and his face glows with childish wonder. His guard is completely lowered around you. It’s not that he becomes more like a kid around you, but he feels comfortable being vulnerable and letting his excitement show. You watch him with the same wonder he gazes at the stars with, but your eyes struggle to stay open. 

“Mhmm! I think there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight. Do you want to watch it together?” He asks, a tiny smile spreads onto his face, but when he turns around, his expression softens even more. “You look tired, get some sleep, my love.” 

“Okay but…” You mumble, pulling the floral duvet up to your chin, “...Wake me up when it begins.” 

You don’t hear his reply as you  finally let your fatigue catch up with you, slumber slowly letting you drown, but just as you fully surrender, you feel a pair of lips brush against your forehead.

[toons-inkwell]

Finding "Frankie" AU. Chapter: 1

Warnings: Death, blood, this is a horror game AU ya know so all that.

Words: 4,980. (Check reblogs after for author's notes if interested)

The sound of metal springs rapidly coiling and relaxing reverberated off concrete walls deep in an area hidden from the public's eye. What once was an attraction built to harbor cheer, joy, and entice adults and children to come play now was a demented trap built to trick unsuspecting fools looking for money. Posters and murals depicting what the mascots were supposed to look like were plastered all over, nothing but imagery that would give people a false sense of security before finding out what those mascots really looked like. Originally cartoons, the cast of a once beloved TV show now were twisted beyond recognition. The one the springs belonged to and what lurked through staff only areas was none other than the titular protagonist and namesake of the entire show, Frankie. Of course Frankie was a bit different from his on-screen appearance, in fact he wasn't Frankie at all. Sure his name was effectively the same and he had some semblance to him in terms of appearance, but from the very moment he was created he was told a different story. He was born of the soul and in memoriam of one of the departed showrunner's who died too soon, "Franky"—with a Y. Out of grief the remaining showrunner and the brother to the deceased crafted him to carry on the legacy, for him to help continue the show even in its... New format. He didn't like to think about that though, truth be told he didn't know what he was in his current state. He held no memories of what he was like, what Franky was like, nor did he feel like something that was once a man. All he knew was that he was created to help his brother get their show back and if that meant being a ruthless monster who would rip contestants apart, so be it. He knew his place and that was right alongside his brother–

["FRANKY!"]

Franky's long lop-ears twitched as he heard his name be called out over the facilities' intercom. His body jittered unnaturally, all the springs connected to his limbs froze up and he rotated his head to face a camera on the wall pointed directly at him. On the other side of the screen watching him dwelled his creator and only family, the real Frankie.

["Sorry there Franky, didn't mean to alarm you yet we got SO MUCH to do in such a SHORT amount of time that I thought it was important enough to use the intercom to speak to you!”]

The rabbit’s ears twitched again. With a tilted head he looked at the camera and stood still, not wanting the rustling of his springy joints to drown out whatever was about to be said

["While nobodies watching right now that won't mean they won't be soon! As of this very moment I've been getting everything in order for when they are! Apologies Franky for not telling you sooner but I'm sure you'll be happy to know that we managed to earn enough donations to get this show renewed for ANOTHER SEASON!... Just barely at least..."

Franky's ears raised slightly hearing the last few words muttered quietly. Keeping the show running as well as all the expenses of the parkour palace had eaten up most of the money they were supposed to be saving up to renew the long canceled television show. He usually didn't concern himself with the finances but if it was affecting the chances of them getting what was once theirs it would soon become his issue as well.

["Heh, don't you worry your big ears about it! Just meet me in my office, we have some BIG things to discuss this new season, I'm thinking for a little shake up!"]

With directions being given, Franky scampered towards the other rabbit’s office, scrunching down here and there whenever he needed to go down an elevator or up stairs. He often wondered why he didn't have an office like Frankie did, did he merely not need one? He did run on electricity, at least his body did, so wouldn't it make more sense to give him some sorta special room where he could recharge instead of having to share a room with the other mascots? Was it that he didn't... Deserve one?

With a shake of his head he dismissed such a silly thought and he pressed on into one of the final areas of the little show they had crafted. A momentous attraction dubbed "Frankie's Frozen Peak" that was ripe to face the action of people attempting to reach the top. Sadly no one even made it past the first area, let alone this final one. Despite the rather grim decor he had been commanded to setup, not a single soul was ever able to bear witness to the various platforms, hazards, or the rising pink "slime" that were installed into the mountain. Franky didn't really care about the lack of use the mountain saw though, in fact the less people he had to deal with the better. The only thing he really paid attention to in the immediate area were the various cardboard cutouts placed along where people would line up to participate. The friendly smiling face of what he was modeled after and what a cartoon should look like followed him as he veered to the side and ignored the mountain, instead heading towards a staircase on the side. With a quick stretch of his hand to the very top, Franky let his stressed coil arm relax and skyrocket him upwards. The entire stairway shook once he landed on it, his heavy feet kicking up dust as he tilted his head towards the human sized door with a sign next to it reading "CEO OFFICE". It was a tight fit but he was more than adept at squeezing into tight spaces, with a contract of his springs he waddled over and opened the door to the office.

There awaiting him sat Frankie, his supposed brother and the one destined to eventually take the role as the host once this silly gameshow came to an end. While Franky himself looked rather unruly with rows of horrendous sharp teeth, a maw always partially agape, and accessories that consisted of old scrap metal with a sloppy, almost worn down paint coating them, Frankie had none of that. The once human was what the TV show Frankie was supposed to look like, pristine, cleanly, and friendly looking. The only real difference between the cartoon appearance of the magical rabbit and Frankie’s body was the fact that Frankie had these small beady eyes and while his was smaller than his own prototype body, it was still quite large unlike the tiny toon that was showcased everywhere. Once upon a time when Franky first awoke Frankie himself was human as he once was. His brains and nervous system wasn't exactly attuned to his body like they were now but he could still remember opening his eyes and through faded vision being greeted by a smile of his brother who welcomed him back into the world. His creation was what led to Frankie becoming as he was now, once he was created and subsequently Henry Hotline, Frankie perfected the process and ditched his old human self to become Frankie to take back the old TV show and renew his place as the host. Franky was aware once the TV show was renewed he would not be showcased in it, he wasn't perfect nor anywhere near as appealing looking as his brother, but being the main one who the cameras focused on when slaughtering the contestants was more than enough to satiate his desire for fame. After all he has 57 seasons worth of footage of him doing what he did best, and soon it was to be 58.

"FRANKY!" Frankie greeted as soon as he saw his brother's rustling limbs and head squeeze down the corridor "took ya long enough! Now take a seat because you may wanna sit down for this one"

Franky looked towards the wall and noticed a chair. Considering his torso was twice the size of it he silently rejected and stared back at his brother.

"...Okay that's perfectly okay—now DOWN TO BUSINESS!" Frankie reached down and from his desk he pulled out a file holding a stack of miscellaneous papers "we got a lot of ground to cover... A lot..."

Although Franky didn't know what was in the folder of the papers, the intensity of his brother's stare alerted him to something being off. The air grew thick and he felt unsettled to know that something changed his brother's usually cheery mood. If he was capable of sweating in his metallic body he would at the sudden light switch tone shift and feared the worse about their current show and the future renewal of the original. With a small raise of his hand he reached over, hoping to take a peek at what could possibly be considered "a lot".

FWHIP

Frankie had slammed the folder shut and leaned back "HA! No, no, no, no! You don't need to worry yourself about this!" Frankie opened it once more and sifted through the papers, his head moving with each scan of the contents "I wouldn't want you to get stressed with all this, after all I know how sloppy you can get when you're out of the zone, wouldn't want a repeat of season 26 would we!?"

Franky's hand went back into its resting position and a growl emerged from his mouth. It was his personal way of expressing subtle annoyance although it quickly subsided at the mention of season 26. The cries were something that stuck with the viewers even after all this time.

"That's what I thought, now as for what we gotta discuss–" Frankie picked up a piece of paper displaying a graph, one that had the direction one line steadily set in the red "things haven't been... Great with the gameshow and for the past 3 seasons we've had to dip into the savings just to keep this place up, running, and funded"

Franky let out another growl, this time one of worry. If they weren't profiting or bare minimum breaking even with each season that meant there would be no big Finding Frankie comeback. With how much they desired to get that show back it made him fear their dream would be out of reach.

“What I wanted to go over with you was the ratings regarding the past few seasons and why we are actively losing money, it seems here that nobody getting far becomes boring, honestly the fact that barely now it's starting to become repetitive is a miracle!" Frankie chuckled and waved his hands in the air "now we are running a gameshow here and while we certainly can't let anybody win there's at least gotta be players to play in it"

Franky didn't understand...

The mascot saw his brother's confusion and sighed, with a shake and roll of his head to mimick and eye roll Frankie spoke in a quieter, more serious tone "Listen, while I know you just loooovveee~ ripping the contestants to shreds or squishing them underneath your feet we gotta break even this time or else there may not only be no TV show, but there may be no gameshow or even parkour palace!" Frankie held his head as it spun around on his spring neck before stopping "All you gotta do is simply hold off until I give the signal, heck maybe at least let them meet Henry, I'm sure he's probably dying to chat with somebody that isn't over the phone."

Franky didn't like the sound of that. He didn't like the sound of that one bit.

His entire body vibrated in discomfort. The very idea of anything different being done made him unleash a guttural noise from the depths of his head that was lined with bolts. Springs of his emitted a rattling sound as they stretched out, his hands and feet pushing against the confines of the tiny room. It was his show, not Henry's, why would the audience care if the contestant met Henry or not!? It was bullshit on every degree and account, until they got the money HE should be the one with all the attention on him. This gameshow would be the only time he got the spotlight so why was it being stolen by the person who the show was named after—Oh wait! That's right! IT WASN'T! The shows named Finding Frankie! NOT FINDING HENRY FUCKING HOTLINE!

"FRANKY!"

Franky froze up. The heavy tone carried by the other rabbit made him feel like his entire body had spontaneously rusted. Although incapable of seeing any emotion other than a giant smile, he could feel the rage in those black dots that stared at him.

With Franky slowly retracting back Frankie sighed, releasing his anger at his brother "...listen, I know you love to kill but just this once let at least one live okay? Just long enough to give the audience false hope, donate some more, and then once we reach a goal you can do with him whatever you please" With a wag of his finger Frankie switched back to his energetic persona, speaking hoppy and jolly "we're running a game show here, we gotta at least showcase somebody actually running through a few obstacles right?! This isn't just some snuff livestream!" Frankie suddenly perked up and looked towards a printer that had a stack of cold papers in the output tray "well... At least it wasn't intended to be" Frankie reached over and looked at a few of them, each page lined head to toe with requests of donors. It was times like this the once-human wished he could grimace and not be held back by his wide smile "I'm pretty sure everyone who sends us some of these just wanna watch you kill people in different ways, pretty uhh... pretty disturbing stuff now that I think about it" he scratched his head seeing only a few of the very graphic descriptions "eugh... whatever—THIS IS A GAME SHOW AT THE END OF THE DAY!" Frankie tossed the papers and let them fly about in the air before turning to Franky one last time. With a shoo gesture he gave one last command "go tell Henry he'll be expected to actually chase a contestant this time around, maybe that could liven up that old sourpuss, last I saw he was letting the stress of that talk show of his get to him again”

Franky said nothing and did as he was told, crawling out through the small area he fell all the way to the floor of the mountain parkour area. The springs his legs consisted of broke his fall upon landing down, his torso bobbing for a few seconds absorbing the impact. As he made his way to Henry's local he couldn't help but feel... Robbed? Was robbed the right word? He didn't know, all he knew was that he didn't like this direction the show was going in if it meant he was going to get shelved. The people didn't want to see Henry, and they definitely didn't want to see some loser in a costume run about, they wanted him! They wanted Frankie—or at least who they believed to be Frankie. His name was pronounced the same and even if he wasn't the host Frankie, that title belonged to his brother, he was going to cherish every moment of attention he could get where the audience believed him to be the one and only. Just the thought of having to give up something that belonged to him made his body quake but he tried his hardest to not show any emotion, not wishing to risk having an outburst that could easily be recorded on one of the many CCTV cameras scattered about. He'd just tell the objecthead the plan and get ready for what attention he could garner by only killing 3 of the 4 contestants immediately.

"Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! It's all they FREAKIN' DO!"

Franky came to a halt as he heard the familiar voice of the talkshow host lament his frustrations. He was only at the museum and was surprised to find Henry out of his household, the mascot just trying to exert the pain of his head constantly ringing. The monstrous rabbit couldn't help but watch the sad display before him, smelling the distinct scent of rot that filled the air from a few of the people who he had killed.

Henry stood with his back to him, preoccupied with using some of the blood of the past contestants to create a grim mural as a testament and hopefully message to all those that saw to stop calling in "why does Frankie gotta insist on playing reruns—actually better yet why do the MORONS that watch them call the number—WE AIN'T ON AIR! QUIT CALLING MY GOD DAMN PHONE!" Henry placed his hands on his receiver, repeatedly picking it up and slamming it back on the hook to hang up whoever was calling "AGH! If I could get my hands on that stupid rabbit and his STUPID FREAKIN' SMILE I'D–"

Henry turned around and was met with the sight of two springs extending upwards. The rabbit had approached him as he rambled on and upon looking up and seeing Franky face to face he felt his blood and oil run cold. Henry dropped the receiver he held and let it dangle off to the side by its cord, his pitch black eyes eyes fixated on nothing else other than the rows of large sharp teeth and black spheres with glowing circles on the center that the rabbit had. His limbs felt heavy as he took a step back and tried to speak, his once normal voice now broken revealing a nervous one overlaid with what sounded like dead air or static.

"F-Franky! How nice of you to stop by! What can I uhh... Do for you on this lovely day?"

Franky didn't respond. Instead his eyes "blinked", the blue light turning off and back on. With a slow look past the mascot he stared at the mural behind Henry, one made out of pain from simply serving his role. Henry's "eyes" followed the path Franky's took, landing on the crude drawing he made depicting him with the message "DON'T CALL" next to it.

"Oh that?... Uhh d-don't worry about that, I'll clean it up, I promise! I know Frankie leaves you in charge of decorating after all" Henry clasped his hands together, the blood smearing further over his glove-like hands "I didn't mean to make that mess I just... Just... I can't deal with this GOD FORSAKEN ringing anymore, you understand? Right?"

Henry's voice glitched again, going back to its previous tones as he surveyed Franky's eyes for any sign of sympathy. Instead all he saw were those cold lights staring back at him. With a raise of a giant "gloved" hand Henry soon began taking more steps back, the springy appendage coming near him.

"Woah! Woah! Hold on there Franky!" Henry felt his back touch the smooth surface of the wall, the dark blood smearing all over his suit "Listen I wasn't talking about you! It was your brother who I was mad at!"

Henry winced and shrunk under Franky's gaze. With a past memory playing back in his head where the rabbit had been commanded to hurt him, the telephone head covered his face in order to spare whatever damage would soon come. Franky's big hand approached closer by the moment and Henry could only imagine the worse, what if Frankie had heard him and commanded his monstrous sibling to teach him a lesson. What if the Deputy had put him up to it? That quacking AI was always looking for every excuse to lock him up and maybe this was the opportunity the duck was looking for. His mind raced with ideas of both what Franky would do to him or what set the beast off. The constant flip flop between thoughts made his head rattle and shake as if he was getting a call. The migraine he had a moment ago returned in full force and he fell to his knees, desperately grasping at himself to keep his head still and quiet down.

click

"Huh?"

Henry opened his eyes, the heavy weight of a hand was brought atop him but there was an odd sense of relief brought along with it. Instead of hitting him or using those hands to crush the plastic his face consisted of, Franky had reached down and fixed the receiver back on its hook. The rattling stopped and the talk show host sighed, relief filling him as Franky continued to look down at him. This time with the knowledge that the rabbit had no malicious intent or cause behind his surprise visit.

Truth be told Franky pitied his fellow part machine part man. Henry was the second creation made using the leftovers of another deceased person, another predecessor to what Frankie was and his perfection. The mascot head wasn't as hideous as he was, but he still suffered from the result of imperfection and ultimately being just a prototype. While the idea of a character whose head was a telephone was a good idea on paper and worked well in an animated format, sadly when that fictitious character became a reality he suffered from horrible pain from the nonstop calls he received. Each time anyone would call in on the hotline Henry would be forced to advertise on his show or press a button on the many rotary phones placed about the facility it would go directly to his head. Even if he was nowhere near the museum or household he could hear the ringing every night when he was charging. The ringing and attention had driven Henry mad and Franky wished for nothing more than to relieve him of the horrid sound and pain, to be able to take over his segment just so the object head could catch a break. Sadly he couldn't, instead all he could do was be there and hopefully provide him some solace.

"Franky... You gotta stop, you can't just scare me like that!”

Franky understandably knew where Henry was coming from and gave a small nod in response. Against his will back when Henry lashed out at a caller on his talk show Frankie had sicked him on the telephone and knew where the fear stemmed from. He couldn't fault him for thinking in such a way and recoiled his hand away, letting Henry catch his bearings before giving him the message.

"Err– thanks for hanging up for me" Henry stood up and dusted himself off, although still dirty he tried to maintain what the pristine color of his red suit should look like "Now did ya come all this way to meet with lil' ol' me or did the higher-up boss man send ya?"

Franky raised 2 fingers.

"Of course..." Henry made a sighing sound and pressed his blood stained fingers to the numbers on his head, repeatedly turning the metal dialer around he said "What is it now? I certainly didn't blow up at anyone last night nor do I think I did anything to make the big man mad" he looked back to his drawing and pointed at it "it wasn't for that... Was it?",

Franky shook his head and pointed to one of the turned off TVs. It was at this point Henry got the message, it was an all too familiar gesture signaling what soon would be the airing of a new season of the gameshow they starred in. Well, they all supposedly starred in it but it was only really Franky who did the dirty work of taking out contestants. This season was clearly different though, Franky pointed at him and Henry didn't know what to make of the gesture. The cogs in and wires in his brain started to turn and after staring into those glowing blue eyes of his mascot partner in crime it all clicked.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! No! ya don't mean that I–!?" Henry pointed at himself "But I thought you were the–" he turned his finger to Franky "I know I am using their bodies for paint but I don't–" Henry gestured to the bodies before finally letting his arms rest to his sides. With another sighing noise he looked upwards, hoping he was mistaken "You don't mean to tell me the boss wants me to actually participate in the show right? I thought you were supposed to kill 'em quick!”

Franky continued to point at Henry and gave another subtle nod. He didn't like the idea either but ultimately knew better than to get jealous, besides this would be a temporary break for the object head where he'd be free of the ever present ringing. Franky regretted thinking such harsh things earlier, seeing how Henry reacted it was clear he didn't intend to steal the spotlight in any way shape or form. The rabbit overall did enjoy his phone—associate? Friend? Brethren? Whatever he was—he found Henry not only somewhat humorous but a stark contrast to his brother. While he occasionally worried and was fearful of what Frankie would do, Henry was the complete opposite and actually feared him. Franky didn't exactly like being feared but he understood it, trying his best to appear friendly and to ease any nerves he caused to someone he never wished to harm again.

This friendly and relaxed attitude did help. Henry took a step past Franky and started to head out of the camera’s blindspot, watching closely as the rabbit tailed him "Well I can give it a shot but I wouldn't know what to actually do, it's just chasing them and trying to grab ‘em right?”

Franky stood still. That was essentially it at a first glance but there was a bit more complexity to killing in his book. There was a right and wrong time to do it, like when they are trying to run back out from whence they came and they are only a step away before you quickly grab them, yank them back, and watch as they scream as they watch the exit they were so close to get quickly farther and farther. It was small things like that that made killing a lot more than just “grabbing someone”.

“Honestly if it's as easy as you make it look then I'm sure I can put on a show that'll be close to what you're capable of” Henry stroked his phone as if he were slicking his hair back and nudged Franky’s springy legs “of course no one does it better than you big guy, honestly it may be better if I give them one little scare and BOOM! You can come out and finish ‘em!”

Franky immediately nodded at the suggestion, his head rocking so fast his spring made it bounce up and down a bit.

Henry gave a small chuckle at the rabbit’s enthusiasm and kicked a vent open “alrighty I guess that's settled, be seeing ya once we're on air then Franky”

With one final wave the objecthead departed and Franky finally calmed down, giving a wave as he watched his friend intently.

Was Henry truly his friend? It was very well established the object head did fear him to a certain degree but simultaneously Henry was the only one he felt truly comfortable with. He loved Frankie of course but sometimes he couldn't help but feel like he just wasn't his brother. As horrible as that was to say, certain moments made the rabbit consider he was wrong in one more way than he thought. He held no memories of what Franky was like when he was alive nor did he have any interest to have those memories. Franky, the original, would probably unconditionally do what he was told and not question the commands of someone that was family.

So why was it that he was questioning Frankie?

It didn't make any sense and he felt himself grasping at ideas in his head that would perhaps explain. Instead all that Franky could think of was what happened with Henry and the mural still on the wall. The demented drawing made from the deceased was a straight cry for help made because Henry was created with a massive flaw. Frankie surely didn't intend for Henry to be pained by the very shtick he was known for but why was it that he forced the telephone to do his show every single night? Why did he force Henry to continue pretending to want people to call in? The question that plagued him most of all and was what caused Henry to fear him in the first place was why did Frankie force him to punish Henry for rightfully getting mad once? It wouldn't have affected the show that drastically and it was a small mistake. Was it simply that he was in the wrong here? Were the begging words of Henry truly meant to be ignored and he was supposed to blindly carry out such a task without question? Franky didn't know. He felt like he probably didn't need to know. After all, with a new season coming on the air he should focus on getting things set up for the incoming contestants. Everything had to be perfect, and if it meant blindly following orders then so be it. It wasn't just about the TV show anymore, this was about Frankie and his desire for this entire gameshow to grow into what it originally was. To be so much bigger, better, so much more than they currently had.

[crusty-chronicles]

Airheaded S/O Headcannons #3 Robin (One Piece)

She absolutely adores you

What's that? You're incredibly stupid?

Come here sweet thing, Robin's here to help

Hmm? You're also incredibly strong? Aww, don't puff out your chest too much little warrior.

You're just too precious to risk getting hurt in battle.

You and Chopper are the most important people to her. (Shhh, don't tell the rest of the crew)

She absolutely babies you.

She can't help it, you have not a thought between those eyes.

You fell overboard and have a Devi Fruit?

She's there catching you with her powers just before you fall in

You're interested in archeology?

She's pulling out books and showing you how to identify types of ponyglyphs.

You hurt yourself wrestling with Luffy?

She's leading you hand in hand to Chopper's office.

God forbid you and Zoro leave to explore an island together.

A man with no sense of direction and an idiot who can't find theirs.

Absolute chaos.

She'll make Luffy or chopper go with you two if she can't.

You'd joined the crew a little bit before the CP9 incident.

Luffy had bought you on board with no other reason besides, "They're funny."

And pointing towards you chasing around the ship's doctor.

"Come here you little monster!!!! Let me squish your tiny face!!!" Promptly tripping afterwards and cracking the deck with your forehead.

You definitely fit in right after that.

She assumed you were strong from the start

The crew did have a track record for strong idiots after all. (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji)

As soon as the Marines attacked, you were one of the first ones to engage in battle.

Devil fruit or not, you sunk a whole ship by yourself.

Then you came back with that dopey look in your eyes and asked if you did good.

She's fond of you then, but becomes smitten during the fight at Enies Lobby.

When you saw Spandam kicking Robin while she struggled, you went ballistic.

Jumping, literally leaping hundreds of feet, just to reach her

You'd just about killed that goon with just one punch, and by the look on your face, you probably hoped you did.

You helped her up with the fondest look she's ever seen.

"Let's get you to Chopper, Luffy will take care of the rest. So don't worry anymore, promise me that."

And Robin's heart had never felt so full.

She had what she'd been missing for so long.

Friends, a makeshift family of outcasts.

Besides Sanji, you're the one checking in on her the most after that.

And she just about melts when you try (and fail) to read a story from one of her books to her.

She calls you her precious fool and occasionally love.

Baby is reserved for very special occasions

But not in the way you think

It's more of a "Let me help you with that, you baby" kind of way.

She waits you out for a confession, having a strong inkling you return her feelings.

You always volunteer to explore islands with her

You always reach for her hand to show her something cool you found.

And you get a little flustered when she compliments you or teases you.

You approached her with a small bouquet of wildflowers you found on the current island.

She half expects you to be subtle, but it's you

And you being you say-

"I picked these because I love you." 🥺🥺🥺

Cute.

So cute she melts, and accepts immediately.

She doesn't get jealous

She fully trusts you and knows you only have eyes for her

How does she know?

You tell her everyday you love her

Heart eyes and everything.

You also fight Sanji for her affections.

"SHE LOVES ME!!! 😡😡😡 YOUR FOOD WON'T TEMPT HER!!!"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! AND YOU'RE NOT SMART ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE ROBIN FULLY!!!"

"EYEBROWS EYEBROWS EYEBROWS!!!

"YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU CAN JUST STARVE TONIGHT!!!"

She feeds you secretly

She does worry about you a lot though

Yes you're strong, but you're not invincible

She'd rather fight for you or besides you.

Don't worry her by taking off with Luffy will ya?

NEXT UP: Byakuya Kuchiki

An: Shorter head cannons because I've got Buddy Daddies on the mind and I want to binge.

MASTERLIST

[rendomski]

Thinking, fast and slow

Hunter/Tech, PG

Love confession, first kiss, and a lot of earnest thinking :)

Also on AO3

This ficlet was inspired in a way by this screenshot:

“I am attracted to you.”

“Uh-huh.” Hunter was wiping from his hands the very grease Echo said he didn't want on his scomp. So, he asked Hunter to help Tech realign the heavy rear cannon. Now, when they had it fixed in place, all that remained was to screw back some small parts and the cover. Hunter kinda hoped Tech didn't need his help anymore… “Wait, what?”

“I am attracted to you.”

“You’re… Like, what?”

“Like in the romantic aspect.”

“Right…”

Except that it wasn’t right at all. If Hunter hadn’t been just working side by side with Tech, he would have suspected that Tech fell victim to his curiosity and tried some of the questionable stuff that was sold around Cid’s parlour.

“I consulted with Echo on whether I should let you know.”

And Echo apparently said, ‘Go for it. See, the rear cannon needs some urgent realignment…’

“While none of us was sure of your position on the subject, Echo made a good point. If something fatal happens to you, I will regret not even telling you.”

It didn’t take a genius to see where Tech was coming from. Bracca was a close call for all of them, and for Hunter in particular. He could still feel his chest wound when they were hefting the cannon. Vaguely, he remembered Tech’s worried eyes staring through his HUD as he was rushed on board the Marauder.

“And in case something happens to me, Echo said that now, when he knows, he will regret that I didn’t tell you anything.”

That was oddly sweet on Echo’s part. Hunter felt mildly surprised that Tech didn’t become attracted to Echo after such a heartfelt speech instead of his other brother, currently dumbfounded and hardly deserving of any kind of attraction.

“He did right,” Hunter forced out eventually. He had no idea what to do with this perplexing confession. But if he was sure of anything, he was sincerely glad Tech had someone to unburden himself to, wherever following Echo’s advice took him. Took them.

Thanks to Wrecker and Omega, lately they’ve watched a fair share of romantic holomovies on Ord Mantel’s public channels. Things progressed smoothly there. One of the couple would say, “I love you.” The other replied, “I love you too.” And then they kissed. Almost like a protocol: a challenge, a password, and a countersign.

So, was Hunter now supposed to reply, “I love you, too?” Or rather, “I am attracted to you, too,” Tech being unable to follow any defined protocol to the letter. Just that Hunter felt neither of these things. Never thought about Tech in, well, the romantic aspect. Even during that last year of their cadet training, when they were all horny, had nowhere else to turn their affection, and tiptoed around the idea of making out with each other. Afterwards, Hunter wasn’t supposed to have the favourites in the squad. And since they stopped being a part of the army, this principle felt even more important—no longer a formality but a reasonable necessity. Hunter bore responsibility for all the squad. If anybody had a right to special treatment, it was Omega as the least trained and most vulnerable.

Also, reasonable justifications aside, if Hunter occasionally imagined someone else’s hand helping him out in the partial privacy of his bunk or in the sonic, it wasn’t Tech’s hand. Actually, during recent weeks, Hunter didn’t even need to imagine anything. He would wake up an hour or so earlier, glower at his half-hard cock, say, “Kriff you,” and doze off again, lacking the energy to fulfil his careless promise.

This line of reasoning was probably his best escape route.

“To be honest, Tech,” said Hunter, hand rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m just not into anything ‘romantic’ at all since… since we went AWOL. Was the last thing on my mind. It is not that… You’ve taken me by surprise here. Can I give it some thought, alright?”

Tech nodded, uncharacteristic blush vividly colouring his cheeks. “Alright.”

He fumbled for a moment, fixed his goggles, then climbed up the maintenance ladder. His screwgun buzzed as he began fastening the supporting bolts of the cannon platform. Part of Hunter wanted to put some distance between himself and this damn delicate situation. Slowly, the whole mess registered with him. Tech, essentially, confessed his love to him. In return, he got a less than enthusiastic promise to “give it some thought” and proceeded calmly with the repairs.

It felt absurd.

It felt so brand on Tech. Almost homely.

And it felt wrong.

Tech’s fumbling, his obvious dismay were wrong. As if Tech was nervous. Tech, that overconfident smart fucker, wasn’t supposed to be nervous. It occurred to Hunter that he wasn’t the only one who noticed the consistent protocol: “I love you.” —“I love you, too.” —Kiss. Knowing Tech’s struggle to understand the emotions and social conventions that were plain to other people, Tech probably put a great deal of trust in this protocol—and was totally disoriented when it didn’t work.

But Hunter could not be expected just to follow along and kiss him, right? Kissing Tech was never on Hunter’s mind, even back then, during that last turbulent year of their cadet training. They went off-world afterwards. Time after time, all of them grabbed the opportunity to blow off steam on the side. Reverting to their cadet years must be the wrong thing to do.

Not that seeking a relationship with anybody in their seedy neighbourhood on Ord Mantell seemed like the right thing to do, either.

And if anything was definitely the wrong thing, it was distraught Tech. As for a damned kiss… Hunter sighed. Unlike in those sappy holomovies, he never dreamed of or even thought of it before. But it would be far from the first time for them to improvise.

“Tech? Get down here,” Hunter called. The buzzing of the screwgun stopped. Tech climbed halfway down the ladder, frowning at Hunter quizzically. Impatient, Hunter gestured at him to get down properly. As Tech’s feet touched the ground, Hunter, determined to resolve his annoying doubts once and for all, matter-of-factly cupped Tech’s face in his hands and kissed him.

Hunter’s first relieved thought was that, thank Force, he didn’t dislike it. Tech’s skin smelled faintly of burned sugar from one particular kind of snack he was handpicking from the Mantel mix when offered. The lips under Hunter’s own felt warm and ample, they parted invitingly when Tech half-whimpered, half-moaned at the contact. The sound reverberated pleasantly in Hunter’s gut, but he ignored the opening. This light, probing kiss felt nice enough as it was. Also, Hunter preferred to play safe not to scare away the hesitant relief that, alright, it might actually work, they might work. The sensation was completely different from kissing just another handsome stranger in a bar as a foreplay before the full-frontal assault. Not about the intrusion or heated tongue battle for dominance. He was kissing Tech, for kriff’s sake. His unwavering, level-headed brother with an unexpectedly bared vulnerability, and taking advantage of this vulnerability was the last thing on Hunter’s mind. He wanted Tech’s confidence back as he reassuringly pressed into the kiss harder, a hint of stubble scratching at his upper lip. Wanted to want him back.

And it wasn’t an impossible thing to want, as Hunter discovered when they broke the kiss. His hands were still cupping Tech’s face, Tech’s cheekbones slotted comfortably in the crooks of his thumbs, some leftover grease smudged over Tech’s cheek. Tech licked his lips involuntarily, as if catching the traces of Hunter’s taste. Something inside Hunter responded to all these small details with voracious approval. And he liked the tug in his belly when Tech leaned in to kiss him back. It was nice that not only Tech’s crazy flying could do it to him. Despite them keeping the kisses light and shallow, the hard edge of his goggles pressed against the bridge of Hunter’s nose; a constant reminder of whom he had been kissing all along.

Hunter didn’t mind. Didn’t mind at all. Didn’t let go when the kiss reached its unspoken conclusion. He just readjusted his position to press their foreheads together, and Tech moved in sync with him without needing a discussion or pre-established protocols. Like they ordinarily did.

“That was uncharacteristically fast thinking.”

Hunter huffed a laugh, giddy, and not only with the simple relief of having Tech back in his habitual mood. “I am attracted to you.” Tech’s confusing wording was weirdly accurate. Thinking back, if Tech had said “I love you,” Hunter probably would be surprised by Tech voicing it, but not with the sentiment itself.

There was always love between them. As for the attraction, it was slipping in cautiously but stubbornly, like Tech’s fingers slipped in between Hunter’s own, still cupped around his cheek.

[therealslimsanji]

I'm ngl, everytime I see like hate towards Taz over this it's like there's a new thing to be like upset about because the behaviour is just so bad that it really doesn't feel like good faith arguments.

I'll also be upfront, I'm very arab and am a quarter Palestinian so it's not like I don't have any say in this, even if thankfully my family aren't near the genocide that is happening they are still very affected by this.

Like people being against the 'neutrality' of the red Cross have to understand that this is the same neutrality that doctors and surgeons have to have when it comes to aiding people. It's the kind of neutrality that is not about avoiding doing anything which is the real problem but the neutrality of "do no harm" which is a needed ethical point that needs to be with anyone who has a person's life in their hands. If people are worried that sending money to the British Red Cross might mean that the money goes to British Tax then that's just not the case as they are a charity and that means all the money that goes into the charity must go to whatever aid the charity is about with none of it going to taxes.

I just feel like the people who (rightly) get pissed about any doctor that doesn't help a trans or queer person because of the doctor's "religious beliefs" are missing the main point of why this shit is horrendous, because it is one person who has someone's life in their hands choosing who lives or dies instead of just trying to do the job of preventing death.

And the British Red Cross only brings aid to civilians, people who are just living in these places, and Israeli civilians are still people with lives, whether they support their government or not or anything, they still have families and the death of those families can be kindling of the corrupt and is the suffering of the living, regardless of whether it is an Israeli family or a Palestinian family (it's even this point that is making me post this anonymously because I saw how people questioned Taz's heritage and I've had people dismiss my nationality because of how much I try to stay anonymous (my parents are queerphobic and I am currently engaged to my girlfriend of 4 years and of course I don't want my parents knowing that))

And I've brought up like people making this point that he wanted to distance himself from his arab half because he goes by Taz Skylar instead of Tarek Yassin and like ??? The man has been upfront about being dyslexic and tarek, and Yassin has multiple phonetic spellings that would mess with writing it??? Like legit, Taz Skylar is probably the easiest thing to write and read if you're dyslexic.

And then the way people acted over him, deleting tweets and shit like yes, he is an adult, but he's also an adult that has mental issues and had been upfront about that??? Like, I'm just glad that he eventually just stuck to the point and clarified some things as well in his Instagram post. (Like the fact that he brings up that he also wanted to help the refugees that come up to tenerife kinda shows that he had other things in mind and probably just didn't think that would translate to taking any position on the genocide and when people mistook that he had to clarify he just doesn't want innocent people hurt)

Ngl I might just send some anon messages once in a while just being like "AND ANOTHER THING" but atm it is also too early so for now imma leave these points and just try to get on with my day because OOF

Thank you for this! Because I've argued with peoplen who say "you can't be neutral in a genocide" with "yes, actually, you can because it doesn't mean you're INDIFFERENT. And in the case of thr RC, neutrality saves the lives of INNOCENT parties on both sides." But they just don't wanna hear it. I guess because it makes too much sense? Idk.

And the issue with his name is stupid as FUCK. I'm half Sicilian. In the 40s-60s, MANY singers and actors would change their ethnic looking/sounding Italian surnames to more "American" ones. People changing their names and/or shortening them is NOTHING new, and even white Americans have done the same thing in Hollywood. Let's be honest, he probably went with Taz Skylar because 1) Taz sounds like a possible nickname given to him when he was a kid and he just stuck with it because he liked it and 2) going into the acting business with an Arab name? Guess what roles he's gonna get stereotyped with. Especially if/when he becomes bigger over here in America. It has zero to do with "distancing himself." He's done nothing that other famous folk haven't been doing for DECADES.

You can send as many ANONS as you wish. Honestly, this is my first time ever getting Anon asks, and it's been fun 😄.

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy Wednesday! (treating this like a weekly holiday now) I was gonna wait till I saw you post the banner that says prompts are open, but I have to go to work in a couple of minutes and was afraid I might forget when I get back home. So I hope this isn't too early.

I love everything you write and normally always give long prompts, but I would love to read what you do with just: "truth potion/spell" cause I think this could fit into a lot of the AU's you already have 💜🖤💜🖤

haha it is a holiday for me as well tbh and you're absolutely good! i very much had fun with this prompt and it was fine

it took a little bit because i couldn't figure out where i wanted to go with this. because sometimes i just really want to think outside the box? and i didn't like where my brain was going with it until tonight! i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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Alec sighs as he holds up a vial, showing it off to Camille who is bound and caught in the trap she tried to set for him.

“This is a truth potion.” He tells her with a smile, “you said you had things you wanted to tell me, didn’t you?”

Camille is staring at him, eyes fierce with the vicious hatred she feels for him burning in her eyes. It’s a pity Alec doesn’t care enough about her to consider what she thinks and feels. There’s no way for her to manipulate Alec with a truth potion, not without a great deal of effort that she won’t have the energy for, not while her body fights the potion.

It’s almost a pity it’s all for nothing, that even her terror doesn’t mean anything.

Because it doesn’t, not for Alec.

Alec smirks at her and then swallows the potion, all of it.

“What?” She starts to ask and Alec laughs, because of course she wouldn’t expect this.

“I don’t care.” He tells her, honestly, truthfully, the potion demanding every ounce of honesty he has to give. “I don’t care if you were once a saint and Magnus worshiped you. I don’t care if you saved his life or if you saved the life of everyone he loved or if you think you were the love of his life. None of that matters to me. The only thing you are to me, is a nuisance and one that is currently, insisting on interrupting a schedule that has no time for you.” Alec smiles and he knows most of his smiles aren’t nice, but it’s gratifying to see her fangs flick out for a second because it means Camille feels threatened.

Which is good.

Alec hates being misunderstood.

“I’m not here to hear you out. Or to secretly find out more about Magnus or to listen to you lie with every breath you don’t take.” Alec shrugs and then his arrow is in her chest, the adamas freezing her heart before her body shatters into frost. “I’m just here to be honest.”

Alec sighs as he stares around what once was very clearly a feeder den. It’s damp and smelly and full of stale blood and enough distractions to spook a team of green hunters. Thankfully, Alec is not a green shadowhunter and Camille’s trap was easily subverted.

That doesn’t mean he still isn’t a little insulted by her audacity or amused by Magnus’ badly hidden hovering.

“Are you following me home?” He asks the room quietly, gently curious because he’s not sure what Magnus thinks about this whole situation. “Or are we going together?”

Magnus materializes.

“Where do you consider home?” He asks, coyly like he sometimes gets and then his eyes go wide, and he adds, “Alexander you don—”

And Alec laughs, cutting him off because he knows that Magnus is worried about the potion but there’s nothing Magnus needs to ever worry about when it comes to Alec’s affections.

“Home is wherever I’m with you.” Alec tells him, the words flowing like honey off of his tongue or blood from an artery. “So, wherever you want to go.” Alec blinks, because the truth potion makes it incredibly easy to speak to Magnus and Alec is considering employing it during future endeavors, no matter how much Magnus enjoys flustering him. Because right now, Magnus is staring at him, golden eyes huge with astonishment and Alec wants to see it again.

And again.

Until Magnus no longer looks surprised at the depth of Alec’s devotion.

[nocturniashifter]

Hi, I saw your readings are open. I also do shufflemancy but I like to get readings from others when it comes to a reading for myself.

I'm Kayleigh (she/her)

My question is what does my s/o, Loki, think of me?

My DR is MCU/Asgard. It's obviously based on the Mcu, but I spend most of my time on Asgard and not all Mcu "canon events" happen.

Loki (he/him)

He is mischievous, yet loving. Has a soft spot for me. Witty. Intellectual.

He’s currently my boyfriend, was my childhood best friend

𝓦hat Loki thinks about you?

songs: only in my dreams - the marias face tattoo - dylan Fraser storm song - phildel in my room - chance peña intertwined - eloise

While shuffling the songs, I could feel how much he loves you and how much affection he has for you – you make him feel mushy, even if he doesn't want to admit it out loud because of his ego lol. But, in any case, he feels great affection for you and one of the ways he shows this love is through physical touch – perhaps he won't admit it, but he really likes to be hugged and caressed.

Before entering into a relationship with you, he had a thick skin and thought he didn't depend on anyone – or at least, that's what he tried to tell himself. But now that you're together, he thinks you're everything he needs and every inch of him yearns to be with you and he will never leave you.

Being in a loving relationship with you is also helping him overcome the demons of his past – for example, for a long time he did a lot of things just to prove himself but now he knows he doesn't need to prove anything to anyone. He is trying to make the pain he has felt since his youth go away. He recognizes that he has made many mistakes in the past and that he has also said things that he cannot take back – and he has learned from those mistakes the hard way. Because of this, he thinks you might see him as a broken soul.

He's a jealous person, so he's jealous of your friends (especially if they're men) because in his head those friends want you – even if you tell him they don't, he still believes it.

Sometimes he may worry about problems in your relationship that AREN'T EVEN HAPPENING - he may think you moved too quickly when in fact you've been together for a while, he may think you won't last, etc. He's also afraid of abandonment, so sometimes he might wonder if you'll leave at some point - because he thinks that sometimes he talks too much and that you might get tired of him over time and end up changing your mind about being with him. But we both know that none of his paranoia is real, so my advice is that you show him that.

But despite all this, he feels like he was destined to love you and that's beautiful! ♡

Hello! Not being able to read to yourself is a canon event in the life of every person who does readings lmao. I'm very happy to see mcu shifters because I am too <3 our dr is very similar, except that I'm not with Loki anymore. I hope you enjoyed this reading. Lmk if it resonates! ♡

[aita-blorbos]

[trigger warning for suicide, kidnapping]

AITA for accidentally contributing to someone's suicide attempt?

For context: I (18f, then 13f) had a group of friends 5 years ago. One of us, who i'll call Person A (then 12f) was kidnapped, and as it turned out 4 years later, killed. The rest of us were affected by this, as you'd expect, however Persons B and C (17f and 17nb, then 13f and 13f) and I were all sent back to school within a month and were relatively fine, still trying to aid in the search efforts going on. The other remaining person, Person D (18m, then 13m), stopped talking to all of us abruptly and wouldn't answer the door when we came to his house to check on him (his parents weren't often around to answer it). He made no effort to help look for A, who I will say was VERY close to him and would have probably lost sleep searching for him if the roles were reversed here. After a few months, we stopped trying to talk to him, then a few months after that he came back to school seemingly wanting nothing to do with us. A year after A's disappearance, search efforts came to a halt, too.

Now, all of us are 17 and 18. There are 4 people in this group of friends currently- B and C, and Person E (18f, she's Person C's sister and begun to hang out with us two years after A went missing, though that's not relevant.) For additional context, D, being transmasc, has always had a bullying problem, with E contributing to this before stopping around the time she joined our group. D still has problems with this, and since he doesn't have A to protect him like she used to, and none of us hang around him anymore, they're worse than he was before.

Recently, D has started trying to talk to us again, and I've ignored him. He has no reason to talk to E, and B and C don't seem to talk to him beyond quick greetings. What's really annoying is that he keeps trying to talk to me specifically, and while we used to be very close, he made it clear that he didn't want to talk to me then, and I don't want to talk to him now.

All this has kept snowballing until a week ago, where D tried to apologise to me for not talking to me. B, C and E were present and watching, as we were all walking out of the school together. I snapped at him, and while I still do believe that most of what I said to him was correct - that he could have at least told us anything about how he was doing, spoken a single word to us, or read our messages, that A would have unearthed every single inch of land looking for him if he was the one missing - I could have said it much nicer. I yelled at him, and I did say one thing that I wish I never did. I told him that I wished he was the one who died instead of her. Once I stopped to take a breath, he said he'd do what I wanted to make up for things, and ran off to his house, which is a ten minute walk from the school and less if you run. I didn't understand what he meant at first, and was too busy trying to calm down, but Person B told me that I was being unreasonably angry at him and needed to try to catch up with him and apologise quickly. She didn't say what she thought about the implications of his last statement then, but apparently she was worried about it at the time.

B and I followed him, while C and E had to go home. When we got to his house, his door was unlocked, and when we went to his room, we found him hanging by a rope made of his own blankets. B called 911 while I tried performing CPR (I do a lot of sport and knew how to from swimming), and he survived. D has since said that he doesn't blame me for what I said, and I have said sorry for it repeatedly, but B and C are both really mad at me. I don't know what to do. I was only acting out of pent-up emotion, and didn't mean for him to get hurt or hurt himself. He said that a lot of it was just because the bullying, and he was probably going to try committing suicide regardless of how I reacted to the apology, but I still feel like shit about everything I've done.

[hatredmadeofgold]

Unfortunately not a new chapter but a current status update (same text as in the link):

Sorry, this isn’t Chapter 7 yet, but a status update and I will NOT abandon this don’t worry

Hey hello, Pulsar here. No worries, this fic not going on hiatus, I just felt bad that there’s radio silence and no new chapter update yet. Also, I had no idea how to reach many of my readers in any other way because my username until a few weeks ago didn’t match my handle anywhere else, but I’ll be linking to my social media at the end of this message.

I can assure you though, I will never abandon this project. My therapist pointed out to me that writing this helps me a lot with my own mental health and recovery, so basically, I must write this as if my life depends on it. /hj And honestly, I noticed that as well after he pointed it out, and recovery is my number one priority in life anyway, so. Hope that’s reassuring enough for you guys that this fic will be finished in full, including all the additional stories, even if it takes 5 years or longer than that. I am one of those people who stick to the same main interest/fandom for a decade.

Anyway, let’s get to the actual status update:

I absolutely underestimated how much work it takes to finish the script, originally I wanted to continue writing when the script for Arc 1 is finished but hahaha that’s unfortunately not how that’s going to work out and I hate having to make people wait for ages (I am not that patient myself), but I wanted to be transparent about the current writing process 😊

Chapter 7 will come out still this month (June 2023), and I am very sure that I can guarantee that. But I recently discovered that I misinterpreted some aspects of MGR itself while watching the Japanese dub out of curiosity, and I am not satisfied anymore with the 2nd version of my script as I already said when I published Chapter 6, which the first 4 chapters were based on. Hence, I will have to edit (almost) all of them, but thankfully it’s really minor changes and additions as well as some formatting, and none of these changes affects the story so far. But if you want to, you can read them again from the beginning once Chapter 7 goes online. I will delete this announcement then and move some of the info here to the author comment section at the end of Chapter 7. With the addition of the prequel I Come With Knives, Sam got an entire backstory now that did not exist in the 2nd version of the script and it affects the story very positively. It makes it a lot more complex, a lot more consistent and a lot more enjoyable for me to write and (hopefully) also a lot more enjoyable for you guys to read. The downside is, that with the 3rd version of the script, all the additional stories also came and the ‘lore’ of Sing to Me became very fucking massive – I am not joking when I say this is nearly as complex as the Solid series – and that makes the development of the script a little more ‘difficult’. I am not a perfectionist, but my brain is only satisfied when things make sense. I have 29 script files at this point and they will become even more (but at least it’s very organised). Not that I cannot handle it, but at this point I have a small development team who help me with research and discussing ideas, giving me feedback etc. I am just a tiny bit insane about this project but in the best way possible (One of my mutuals even joked that I am a fusion of Hideo Kojima and Rohan Kishibe when it comes to being an author lmao). Honestly, another reason I decided to rework my script is also the fact that it focused too much on Raiden and too little on Sam in the first and second versions. And I think there’s enough focus on Raiden already everywhere else (not that that’s a bad thing), but Sam deserves as much attention as Raiden does – and during the 3rd script development I was sometimes scared that it would now be imbalanced in the other direction, where the focus lies too much on Sam lol. But thankfully that didn’t happen, it’s pretty 50-50. Also, I am sure that even 75 chapters won’t come close to how long this fic will be, like, at this point I believe 100-125 chapters is more realistic but who the fuck knows. I know this is insane. I am enjoying every bit of it <3

Long story short, the two paragraphs above explain why I couldn’t get back to my insane writing speed from January in which I legit wrote 5 chapters in a single month yet. But hopefully, I might get that speed back as soon as I finished the preparations that need to be done for me to continue. However, I’ll also go back to vocational school sometime around August and I’ll have to see how I manage my studies and writing together. Also, dragonfly1212 asked me a while ago that due to the amount of research that I am doing for this story if I would share it eventually, and he’s got a point. My plan is to probably make a tumblr side blog where I will share all the lore over time, as well as reference sheets, character information, inspiration, etc. Drawings I commissioned as well as ‘fanart’, playlists, and fic updates. With the amount of detail and complexity this fic project has, a ‘wiki’ certainly would help I guess lol. Since it’s unrealistic for me to finish the entire Arc 1 script as fast as I’d like to, I will do this in smaller steps instead. As for now, I have nearly finished the fine-tuned scripts for Chapter 7 until Chapter 13, which will finalise the first smaller arc of Arc 1 :D Chapter 13 is probably going to be my next favourite one to write after Chapters 5 and 6, but the fine-tuned script for it is already 8 pages long and it doesn’t make sense to split it up because it would kill the tension if I were to do that. I hope that it will NOT be extremely long, but I am afraid I will have to ‘assault’ you guys with a chapter that’s going to be over 10k words long. Oh well, please don’t hate me. With Chapter 13 this fic will also officially move its rating from Mature to Explicit. If you’re somebody who does not like to read sexually explicit scenes though, I already decided that chapters with such scenes, first of all, will not solely consist of that alone, and secondly, I will also give a marking/note in the top author comment above such chapters where it starts and where it ends, so you can CTRL/Cmd + F and skip over those. I am not sure yet how, but I might use symbols for that as well, so it’s easier to skip, especially for those of you who prefer to read on mobile devices (I am one of those people myself). Also, it’s unlikely that there will be a lot of such scenes in this story anyway, at least in proportion to the length. I care a little bit more about the plot and the drama hahaha.

Community Discord Y/N? Additionally, I’ve been asked now by 3 different people if there’s a discord server about this fic. I didn’t think people would be so curious or interested in my creative work that people would ask if there’s a server lmao but honestly? If there’s enough interest, then I might make one – and please give me feedback if you’d be interested in joining such a community. In the case I might make a discord server though, it would not be exclusively about Samuraiden, Metal Gear or any ship or fandom in particular, and not just Sing to Me, although the main focus would still be on this project. I thought, if anything, it would be a small creative exchange between artists and authors or just people who enjoy reading this story and want to talk to me about it or others as well. This server then would also have an additional corner for you to share your own creative work, be that art, writing, or any other form of artistic expression, and it doesn’t have to be fandom-specific or fanwork at all, it can be original as well. I thought that I may also use such a server to help and support other authors and artists, and maybe give feedback on other people’s stuff when I have the time and energy to do so. Additionally, I could use that server to give updates on the progress of the fic overall, which is a lot better than inappropriately using AO3 like I am doing it right now. This will be the only time I will make an announcement like this anyway.

I’ve otherwise made such announcements already on my social media accounts before, but I haven’t had them linked in my AO3 profile until recently either. You can find me here: Twitter: R3DR4G3dotEXE tumblr: R3DR4G3 Instagram: R3DR4G3.exe Carrd: R3DR4G3 Discord ID: R3DR4G3#3952 (Yes, if you read my fic of course you can add me, I’d love to chat!) Anyway! Thanks for reading, I am sorry that this isn’t Chapter 7 yet and I hope to see you guys soon! ;^;

[kithtaehyung]

Okay, not trying to monopolize the inbox lol, but ive been thinking about things all morning, and i want to give context to my reactions to some things because you’re so talented you deserve to know exactly how much this affected me!

- Oh god, Ryen, dont take this from us: “Yoongi decides that he wants more of it. In a lot of other aspects of his life.”

He’s wanting things for himself! Yes, reader was the catalyst, but everyone gets inspired by something, and you kind of have to to come out of dark shit. That he’s gotten to a point where he wants to be better for HIMSELF! In more ways than outside the relationship! I know this was discussed more in the interlude, but this line right here hit me right in the feels. The way you have fully given us this example of what this type of growth looks like, how painful that process can be while it’s happening!

- “If he’s gonna bow out, he’s gonna do all the shit he wants to do first. One last time before reality fully severs the string that shouldn’t have tethered to your heart.” No he’s going to break her… no no no no no

I love that i was proven wrong here, that even if he didn’t open up to her, she would have been okay, that she learned how to be okay for herself!!! It still would have been devastating for me, but she would have been okay!!

- “If it was Yuri instead…” oop!!

Again you explored this further (i just love your writing, man), when she was talking about feeling betrayed. I love this exploration of the role reversal!! I’m guessing when they tell bro or in the build-up to that you’ll go more i to WHY she would feel betrayed… I’m trying to imagine one of my friends dating one of my sisters behind my back, maybe i just hate my sister’s current boyfriend enough that i can’t relate lol

- “Of course, this could just be another byproduct of your worrying, so you blaze past it. No more of that, remember? He’s proven himself over and over that you don’t have to second guess.” Ryen no!!!! How could you!!! Worry, girl worry!!!!

Ryen, I was gonna throw hands if my girl’s non-worrying was punished!!! Seriously though, just the way you show this growth in her thought process and how it can be hard to find where you can trust your instincts, but how she can do that by clearly identifying the external cues that give actual credence to the fear! It’s like a masterclass! I’m taking notes! I feel weird that my feedback is mostly about like… how you demonstrate anxiety… But it’s the way you talk about something so important (at the very least to me, but im guessing a whole lot of people) in a way that’s clear but still entertaining, emotional, is a catalyst for conflict and resolution story-wise in a way that’s true to life. It’s so good!!

- “This old, silly man.”

My favorite fucking line. Especially bc when i watch videos and clips of real life Yoongi i express this same sentiment all the time lol! Also this as the turning point for her realizing how she impacts him, of not just seeing herself as the recipient of good things in this relationship. Chefs kiss!

- “And you’ll be okay. No matter what happens now, you’ll brave those waters.”

Like i said before, this was so great! The joy i felt here for her! I felt so proud!!

- “Holy fuck, what else has he been screaming without a word? “ shit

‘Screaming without a word’ that hit me so hard! Just making me feel things over here without holding my hand?!?!?

- “Yoongi [10:06pm]: It’s all good. I got us” oh thank fuck

Not my distrustful ass ruminating last night about whether Jimin or Tae took his phone to reassure her bc he’s actually freaking out smh Literally none of my predictions of angst have been right! Need to get like reader and take your cues and not make up pain in my head!

I’m so glad i came across your blog and this story! You’ve given me so much, and done so in the most masterful way! Such a talent!!

-🚌

BUSSSS IM FINALLY HERE DFKDSF you posted this so quickly after forfeit dropped, too.. goodness. i will try not to be this late to responding again omfg i feel so bad for all the late ass responses T^T

Okay, not trying to monopolize the inbox lol, but ive been thinking about things all morning, and i want to give context to my reactions to some things because you’re so talented you deserve to know exactly how much this affected me!

you aren't monopolizing omg!! you can send as many messages as you want to, anytime<33

- Oh god, Ryen, dont take this from us: “Yoongi decides that he wants more of it. In a lot of other aspects of his life.”

He’s wanting things for himself! Yes, reader was the catalyst, but everyone gets inspired by something, and you kind of have to to come out of dark shit. That he’s gotten to a point where he wants to be better for HIMSELF! In more ways than outside the relationship! I know this was discussed more in the interlude, but this line right here hit me right in the feels. The way you have fully given us this example of what this type of growth looks like, how painful that process can be while it’s happening!

you really do have to get yourself out of dark shit, bc at the end of the day you only have you! and i'm glad you noticed that he wants to be better for himself before anything else. that's the growth that i want all of us to have, not just our beloved 3tan yoongi. and it really can be so painful and scary?? but we will all be better for it when we start that process.

- “If he’s gonna bow out, he’s gonna do all the shit he wants to do first. One last time before reality fully severs the string that shouldn’t have tethered to your heart.” No he’s going to break her… no no no no no

I love that i was proven wrong here, that even if he didn’t open up to her, she would have been okay, that she learned how to be okay for herself!!! It still would have been devastating for me, but she would have been okay!!

i'm glad you were proven wrong, too! because we all expect the worst (3tan yoongi very much included) but that didn't happen. reader would've been okay because they are so strong, but i'm glad that things unfolded the way they did.

- “If it was Yuri instead…” oop!!

Again you explored this further (i just love your writing, man), when she was talking about feeling betrayed. I love this exploration of the role reversal!! I’m guessing when they tell bro or in the build-up to that you’ll go more i to WHY she would feel betrayed… I’m trying to imagine one of my friends dating one of my sisters behind my back, maybe i just hate my sister’s current boyfriend enough that i can’t relate lol

AHHH YES. not a lot of people talked about the realization that reader had when thinking about the situation if it was flipped. like what if bro was hooking up with one of her friends? what if it was one of the friends we are used to seeing?? like that would be awkward as hell!! so why wouldn't reader and yoongi's situation be perceived any differently?

it's always fun to introduce new perspectives, especially when we're so entrenched in one for a long time. reality is a b it ch sometimes so there's that lol

- “Of course, this could just be another byproduct of your worrying, so you blaze past it. No more of that, remember? He’s proven himself over and over that you don’t have to second guess.” Ryen no!!!! How could you!!! Worry, girl worry!!!!

Ryen, I was gonna throw hands if my girl’s non-worrying was punished!!! Seriously though, just the way you show this growth in her thought process and how it can be hard to find where you can trust your instincts, but how she can do that by clearly identifying the external cues that give actual credence to the fear! It’s like a masterclass! I’m taking notes!

DFLSDFHSD you really brought out to the masterclass word i'm gonna cry!! but yes, i knew reader has matured mentally up to this point - i mean, it's been a few chapters, so.. gotta see some incremental growth throughout them all! to show that growth in different ways is certainly a challenge, but one that i am very fine with trying to overcome.

I feel weird that my feedback is mostly about like… how you demonstrate anxiety… But it’s the way you talk about something so important (at the very least to me, but im guessing a whole lot of people) in a way that’s clear but still entertaining, emotional, is a catalyst for conflict and resolution story-wise in a way that’s true to life. It’s so good!!

whoa whoa don't feel weird about that at alllll, bus. you know my writing is intentional, so everything i bring up and talk about? you bet it's on purpose.

what is writing if not a little bit of social commentary? anxiety, depression, and any other mental subjects people deal with are prevalent and need to be discussed - and taught accurately about - a lot more. whether people pick up on these subjects while reading or not, i want them to be as normally presented as they would show up in life. because they're there.

we can't shy away from these things or see them as weaknesses, either, bc they are not.

- “This old, silly man.”

My favorite fucking line. Especially bc when i watch videos and clips of real life Yoongi i express this same sentiment all the time lol! Also this as the turning point for her realizing how she impacts him, of not just seeing herself as the recipient of good things in this relationship. Chefs kiss!

AHAHAH YESSS we love our silly old man that's my age but i digress. and the realization hidden in this line, too? i'm glad you noticed<33 now reader knows that they aren't alone in the cloudy mind department.

- “And you’ll be okay. No matter what happens now, you’ll brave those waters.”

Like i said before, this was so great! The joy i felt here for her! I felt so proud!!

god, i'm so proud of both of them. i really do wanna dive back into this chapter again just to witness everything all over again.

- “Holy fuck, what else has he been screaming without a word? “ shit

‘Screaming without a word’ that hit me so hard! Just making me feel things over here without holding my hand?!?!?

ahhhh.. thank you omg.. this commentary hit me in the feels!!

- “Yoongi [10:06pm]: It’s all good. I got us” oh thank fuck

Not my distrustful ass ruminating last night about whether Jimin or Tae took his phone to reassure her bc he’s actually freaking out smh Literally none of my predictions of angst have been right! Need to get like reader and take your cues and not make up pain in my head!

SLDFDSHF the overthinking aspect is so real, too!! like yes it makes for something to write about but dear god i know how overthinking can really get to you.

I’m so glad i came across your blog and this story! You’ve given me so much, and done so in the most masterful way! Such a talent!!

thank you so much for everything, bus!! you've been so wonderful to have here and i'm glad you're enjoying all the writing. i am blushing so hard right now LOL you better quit before i cry even more!

[procyongaaay]

As someone currently heavily pregnant (34 weeks) with a very much wanted baby... All of this.

Miscarriages are really common. I had 3 early miscarriages before this pregnancy.

It's normal to take a while to get pregnant. So much sex Ed focuses on how not to get pregnant that a lot of people think they're broken if they're trying for a baby for 6 cycles and haven't gotten pregnant yet. Yes there's chances of getting pregnant but it doesn't happen right away. On average it takes a year to successfully conceive if you're in your 20s, 2 years if you're in your 30s, and potentially longer in your 40s, though what kind of shape you're in at that point will likely have more impact than specific age at that point. That's the minimum time you've had to be trying for before they'll start looking for fertility issues most of the time.

I've suspected I've had SPD for a few months but I've had multiple drs hand wave it away as "probably just round ligament pain". Like no I have that too and I know what that feels like it's not the same. I've got a connective tissue disorder that makes things like SPD much more common... And it's not that uncommon to begin with.

And absolutely the thing about being treated like a vessel for the baby is a thing... Like I went into the ER with bad abdominal pain in upper right quadrant and a few other symptoms that were worryingly similar to preeclampsia. They checked on baby and did a urine test and said it's not baby related so you're good to go home. Might be a gall bladder issue or maybe a kidney infection, but it's not going to hurt baby so don't worry about it. Like ok??? If it's gall bladder or kidney related maybe let's look at treating that? Do some blood tests? Anything? Nope. Just sent home with Tylenol and told if it gets bad again go to someone else and get an ultrasound on my gallbladder to see if I have gall stones or the like.

And I've been bugging my dr to get an ultrasound on kiddo for weeks because I'm supposed to have one at week 32, but they didn't want to give me one for literally no reason? Like baby is showing signs he might come early, and we were told that he might be early because he's big (97th percentile at anatomy scan at 24 weeks), but when I brought that up I was told "well a lot can change in 10 weeks, he might not be that big". Ok and? You know how well know? Do the god damn ultrasound. My spouse needs to give work notice if kiddo comes early. They need minimum 2 weeks advance notice to change dates of parental leave. And if kiddo is gonna be early we need to know. So yeah I know there's no guarantee he's gonna be early. But that doesn't mean we don't need to know if he is. My family is predisposed to really big babies. I've had several blood relatives born in the 10-12lb range, and none under 8lbs. Chances are he's gonna be a big baby. Maybe big enough C section may be necessary. And if so *we need to know ahead of time* and it's rediculous that I need to fight them on this. The only reason I was able to convince them to send me in for an ultrasound this time was because I've not done my glucose challenge yet (been too sick to do it mostly) and depending on results of that it can affect baby's growth, so they finally gave in and are giving me the ultrasound. But yeah none of my reasons for wanting an ultrasound matter apparently. V frustrating... And tbh this is the much better dr. I've already switched drs once because my previous dr was a dismissive ass, and these guys are much better, and even they have some issues tbh.

But all that to say. You never realize how much everything is till you experience. Pregnancy is really fucking hard on your body. Birth even more so. But even just pregnancy is exhausting and painful. Like having a flu for 40 weeks plus having a little creature inside you that starts moving and kicking your organs halfway through, then tries to kill you on its way out. Human pregnancy is extremely parasitic even compared to the vast majority of mammals, and the arms race between very parasitic offspring and the parents body's need to survive is why we have lower fertility rates than most animals, and why we menstruate when most mammals don't. Our entire species has been shaped by how hard pregnancy is, but people still pretend it's nothing and easy and a beautiful miracle and that anyone who says otherwise is just ungrateful... It's really rediculous.

And it's still worth it. But it's not something I would ever push on someone against their will. If there's one thing that's cemented my pro-choice stances more than anything else in my life, it's the experience of being pregnant myself. I chose this. I wanted this. I can't wait to meet our son and see what kind of amazing human he's gonna be. But it's not easy. It's not fun. And i can't imagine someone being forced into this when they don't want/can't care for a baby that'd be so incredibly fucked up. I live in a country where thankfully that's not a worry but it's still so utterly fucked up to even think about.

And for the people who try to say shit like "oh well you can always put the baby up for adoption etc"... Imagine if someone was like hey so there's a chance that someone else could maybe live if you crash your car into this wall going 50kph (throw back to that moderate car crash), and oh btw, you now have no choice, you have to crash your car even if the other person is already dead because if you didn't you'd be a murderer and be charged for it. Make it make sense!

the thing is like. i get that it's scary and makes people who do desire to get pregnant uncomfortable when we talk about the brutality and violence of pregnancy and the damage that pregnancy can do to your body

but you deserve to give informed consent to that process.

the lies around pregnancy - that it's inherently safe, that it doesn't do you permanent damage, that it's only extremely rare for people to die of pregnancy complications, etc like

all of these are lies constructed so that more people will get pregnant w/o knowing all that

there needs to be more talk about the impact of miscarriages and how common they are, how different abortion processes are and how accessible they are

but also like. talking about how pregnancy fucks your body up should not be taboo

this is a process that permanently changes most people's bodies, and that's even if the pregnancy doesn't do them like. severe illness or injury

and i just think everybody should have a right to KNOW that

bc to live in a society that intentionally obscures and hides facts about a completely optional and dangerous process does so for a reason, and that reason is based in a very sinister ideology that does not value bodily autonomy or informed consent

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Troublemakers - 45: Caution

Translator: Peace

Proofreader: Iridesenescence

Shu: Mmhmm.

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Location: Apartment in France

Shu: Mmhmm.

Yes, I understand. However, it's important to remember where you began, and at times you may find exactly what you seek where your roots lie.

The motifs you find may be the same, but you mustn't forget that the experiences we accumulate throughout life affect how we as creators make use of them.

By comparing where you began and where you are now, you'll be able to see the sort of path you've thus taken and the distance you've walked to get there.

By reflecting, you’ll begin to notice the items you picked up, yet forgot all about.

Fufu. From time to time, I too dig through the designs I poured my soul into sketching as a young boy so that I may bring them to life with my current ability.

Should you lose your way, it can be as grand a medicine as a simple change of pace.

That said, dear foolish, inexperienced Kagehira – reflection alone will get you nowhere. It is more than enough that you move ever forward, one step at a time, from where you were before. Though you may stumble, you will continue onwards regardless.

And so shall I.

Mm. Things haven't changed very much on my end. Paris truly is the Capital of The Arts though; you shall find only the elite here, and each day I throw myself into the heat of competition with them. While there are many unpleasant things, my time here is fulfilling and enjoyable.

This is the path I have chosen, and I shall walk it until I am satisfied. However, I do apologize for leaving you behind and causing you such loneliness–

Shu: Fufu, you needn't put on a brave front for me. There are none so shameless as to eavesdrop on our conversation here. … You know, I'm lonely as well.

I want to see you. But for now… Let us nurture our own blossoms in these distant lands.

When we unite them, Valkyrie shall be the most exquisite bouquet of flowers in all the world; I eagerly await the arrival of that day.

Hmph. You fool, I wouldn't go so far as to claim that my day cannot begin without first hearing your voice.

In any case, I'm rather curious about something I happened to overhear–

The agency we've come under contract with–CosPro–has given rise to a new unit recently, correct?

Yes, the ones called Crazy:B… But I’m sure Tenshouin would fancy it, what with how rotten in character and soul it is.

Nonetheless, I have heard some rather… disquieting things about them. Even here in the Capital of the Arts, idols have begun to catch the eyes and ears of others…

And the world is full of riffraff looking to kick up a fuss – they will chatter away regardless of whether there is truth in their words.

As we belong to the same Agency, it may be particularly difficult to keep your distance. However–

Distance yourself as much as possible from those Crazy:B fellows.

In particular, there is one with a rather odd stage name among their numbers… I cannot call it to mind right now, but do take extra care around him.

Oh, curse myself for thinking of it only as nothing more than idle gossip worth ignoring.

Nonetheless, this sudden worry was the reason for my call.

Our Valkyrie has already fallen from grace once before… There is no harm in taking precautions to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past, is there?

Hmph… The vast majority of us use our real names at ES, so it's rather unusual to use a stage name in its place; he'll be recognizable in an instant.

Just what was it… Mm. My apologies, my mind is still waking up.

I'll begin my preparations for the day and, should I recall something, I will contact you posthaste. In the meanwhile, be sure to do your best at your part-time work… and do give my regards to the children in Ra*bits.

Shu: … And if you happen to meet Nito anywhere, do have a heart-to-heart with him.

It isn't my place to tell you to do so, of course, but… I'm terribly saddened by the rift between the two of you.

You, myself, and Nito… We can never return to those happy days we spent together, just the three of us.

But I firmly believe that our present selves will be able to weave a relationship that is just as precious, or even moreso, as it was then.

Yes, yes… Well then, Kagehira, may the God of Art smile upon you as well.

Location: Saison Avenue

Mika: Talk t'ya later, Oshi-san…♪

(Ehehe. I still ain't too used t'usin' phones like this, so it feels kinda weird talkin' over one.

On toppa that, it might be the middle of the day here, but the sun’s just come up where he's at, ain't it?

But still… We're still standin' on the same big ol' globe, even bein' so far apart. It's real amazin'!

…Ah, that struck somethin' in me. Now, where I'd stick that memopad of mine–

Wait, I'll just stick it right on my phone! I reckon I can draw designs 'n stuff on here too… HoldHands sure is handy.

They introduce ya to all sortsa useful apps too, like this one for doin' designs…

Well, since Oshi-san's always fightin' someone on the net, the stuff I can do on m'phone's pretty limited.)

Tomoya: Um, Kagehira-senpai? Are you done with your phone call?

Some other people came to help us out that I want you to meet, and it’s about time we continued handing out the flyers…

Mika: Ah, yeah, gotcha. Sorry fer keepin' ya, Tomoya-kun, m'comin'.

Tomoya: You're good. You were on the phone with Itsuki-senpai just now, right? What did you two talk about?

Your face seemed a little pale, so was it something bad…?

Mika: Nnah… Nah, can't say it was. Can't say it was good either though.

Oshi-san was kinda unclear about it too, but apparently there's some fella with a weird stage name that I'm supposed t'be careful around. He was warnin' me about that guy.

Tomoya: A weird stage name?

Mika: Yeah…I dunno who it is, he’s supposed to be part of that new unit that popped up, Crazy:B.

Tomoya: Crazy:B, huh… I dunno who they are either.

The guys helping us out are from a new unit too, called ALKALOID, so I guess it's just the season for new units to be coming out of the woodworks.

… Ah, wait a second. If I remember right, there were some rumors floating around on the net about an idol with an odd stage name becoming a pretty hot topic.

Something about a doppelganger… I just thought it was some off the wall occult talk as usual though.

Mika: Doppelganger..?

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Jul 27 2023

A scarcity mindset is the idea that love is limited either by nature or by an individual’s own unworthiness. A person with a scarcity mindset would rather be with anyone than be alone, but will leave once a better option comes along.

I’ve always hated when my previous partners would do this to me, but since learning more about it I realize that I’ve done this to others. Most of the people I’ve talked to and been in relationships with, I experienced some kind of scarcity mindset with them.

I’m not sure if this is true and I’d have to think about it more, but I think it’s possible that this idea came to me from Mike. I obviously was very desperate for love well before him, but I remember genuinely being interested in him and content in the relationship. Maybe the way things ended so suddenly with him left an impression on me.

Regardless, it matters less where it stems from and more that it’s affecting me currently.

I never want to be with someone again only because I feel like I have no options. I don’t want to do that to myself, but more importantly I don’t want to hurt other people by doing this.

When I’m talking to people, I need to make a clear intention of being interested in them and getting to know them instead of looking to distract myself. If and when things get more intense, I need to make a point of questioning if I’m genuinely interested in them or if I’m worried that I have no other options and that love is finite.

The idea that love is finite often causes people to settle for less than they want or deserve because they believe that they will only get so many chances.

This ties back to my feelings of inferiority, and I believe might tie back to my anxious attachment style.

If he won’t, then someone else will. I have to believe that.

If he won’t commit, treat me well, show his interest, take me places, communicate, and put in effort— then I have to believe that someone else will, and that they will mean it.

Life only ever gets better. Every time I’ve broke it off with an ex or someone I’ve been talking to, life only got better because of it. I learned from the experience, I had better experiences being single, I’ve grown and matured because of it, I came out of it better for all of the trouble. Life has only ever gotten better for me after each ex, even if it was hell for a little while. I have to believe that life gets better, and that it always will. I’ll come out of this happy that it happened and happier that it ended. None of the guys I’ve been with in the past are anything that I would still want to be with, especially in any meaningful way.

Life has ups and downs, I’m always looking forward to a newest low but I’m always looking forward to a newest high. I wouldn’t go back now if I could. There’s nothing to feel regretful or longing for, when life will only ever get more enjoyable. There will always be a newest high, a better experience, a better thing to look forward too, and the weirdest part is that I don’t even know what those things will be and I have no idea how good life will get.

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Undated

Why do I let anyone affect me like this?  I find myself actually longing to be that girl I was in high school again, fooling around with randoms & not expecting any real interest to follow.  How does one actually become more naive?  Foolish enough to keep on believing anyone I like might actually like me back.  Nope, again I am just the girl you fuck, then avoid.  Like a pattern, repeat until I become brave enough to end it.  Sitting here wishing some thing would come & force what I’ve never been courageous enough to accomplish.  Wishing I’d balked when he’d said he didn’t know what he was looking for.  Further, wishing I’d never gotten his number, just left it at flirting, which was safe.  Like with Boss.

Why did he have to kiss me?  That’s where I crumbled.  Lost my reserve.  I did not want a repeat of Ryan, a souther boy I fall for too hard & too quickly.  I don’t even know why he affected me so strongly.  Maybe because he’s so very different from any other boy I know.  Reminds me a bit of Daryl, with his lack of friendly pretenses.  He isn’t nice, & doesn’t say anything just to make one comfortable.  He doesn’t need or want anything from any body, which is refreshing after being so pulled in every direction by everyone.  But he makes me feel garish, gregarious, everywhere but when we’re fucking.  It’s then that he makes me feel better about myself than I’ve felt in a long while.  But outside of his room I feel over-the-top, insecure, air headed.  I know I am not a stupid girl, but he made me nervous & I couldn’t get out any of what I had to say out of my mouth.  When I could, it came out bungled, distorted, I suffer an embarrassing fit of alexythmia.

I’m going to choose to believe that the strength of this reprehensible crush stems only from my longing for anyone to like me, anyone to find me attractive.  Anyone, that is, that I myself also find attractive (the Caveman’s attentions had no effect as I quickly found him dull, dimwitted, big turn-offs).  This was a bad idea from the start, I shouldn’t have let anything distract me from the end goal, my silver lining - Portland, & Max who cares about me, who means more to me than anyone else ever could.  He knows me, inside & out.  I can speak to him, my words rarely get stuck & when they do he instinctively knows what it is I’m trying to say anyway.  Is it any wonder I can never ebb these feelings for him?  No one else stands a chance.

Luke, too, holding his own in the background of my thoughts.  I asked him if he ever thought of me, missed me, as he would never say unless I asked him outright.  He responded that he did, he’d think of me & wonder what I was doing, or he’d think about what we would do when I come home.  I adore him for this.  I appreciate that with him I know just where I stand, if he wasn’t interested we wouldn’t be talking.  We weren’t ever really just friends.  Always that underlying current, that excitement to be near each other.  Memory of a night at the Office, soon after I’d moved back to Iowa with Ryan, & there was a group hug with Shawn.  More people involved than Shawn, Luke & I but I am unable to recall who else.  My hand found Luke’s across Shawn’s back, & neither of us moved, feeling that current.  I remember worrying Ryan might see, but still not wanting to give up that moment, our hands touching.  A year later when I reminded Luke of this, he admitted his girlfriend at the time exhibited jealousy, she knew enough to fear the effect we’d had on each other.  Not that I believe Luke would cheat on anyone, but I believe he would’ve left her for me.

I wonder sometimes what my life would be like had I not picked back up with Ryan, & instead I just went home to this sweet, harmless boy in the first place.  No baby, no debt, no more Austin.  On the opposite side of that coin however, no great grand love affair equal to none.  Which could play as a pro rather than a con still, in my opinion.  I want to give the history back.  I don’t want to have lived this much, this early.  Perhaps that’s what keeps drawing me to Luke.  The innocence he projects, I could be a part of something innocent for the first time in my life.  He makes me feel innocent still, & it’s not based on a lie.  He knows about the baby, & still his image of me remains untarnished.  But for, of course, the rust from our failed attempts over the years.  But that would fade, once I’m back & I show him how much I am still attracted to him.

Given my consistent luck with men & romantic interest, I am not pinning all of my hopes on this.  But I trust this kid.  Something inside of me has always trusted him, always held onto the image of him, despite circumstances & blockades, despite what little we may have in common.  Someone real, to treat me like a woman - without just wanting me for an available & affable fuck.  Dates & kissing & schnugging & compliments & gentlemanly behavior - all of those stereotypical luxuries I had so strong denied needing or wanting.  Above all let it be known I am full of shit.  I have always wanted those things.