#but i could make a whole other post about that

[aleskie]

hiii! i was wondering if you could write max verstappen going through a difficult year between racing and his newly growing family? some angst about how reader can’t handle if he ever had an accident he can’t come back from / “do you even think about us?” kinda thing so he internally struggles between racing and family, but ultimately decides that being their for his family is more important than (sounds corny) any trophy or championship.

HI ANON! Thanks for the request!!! This was super fun to write and i know it's not exactly the ask but i hope u like it hehehhe :>>>>>

THE PROMISE | Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: None, happy ending??? There's no pronouns used but like it's implied reader is afab :>>

Your mother always said that making the baby was the easy part. The fun part. 

Carrying them, though? Having them? That was hell. The pain, the exhaustion, the way your body felt like it didn’t belong to you anymore. The sleepless nights, the hormonal swings that made you feel like a stranger in your own skin. Sure, there were moments of joy—feeling that first flutter of movement, hearing their heartbeat for the first time—but nothing about it was easy.

And raising them? Raising them was a whole other battle. The endless nights of rocking, of pacing, of shushing. The way your body ached with fatigue, your arms heavy from holding them for hours, your heart just as heavy when their cries didn’t stop. The moments of frustration, of helplessness, of wondering if you were doing any of it right. 

But then—then there were the milestones. The first roll, the first steps, the first words, tiny victories that made it all worth it. Watching them become a person, watching them laugh at things that only they found funny, watching them form opinions and preferences and little quirks that were uniquely theirs.

Yes, parenthood was hard. But it was also the best thing that ever happened to you.

And through it all, Max had been your anchor. He was there, gripping your hand so tight during labor that his knuckles turned white. He was there, whispering encouragement, his voice steady even when his eyes were wet with tears. He was there, cradling your daughter like she was made of glass, promising her the world in a voice thick with love. He was there, sitting through hours of interviews to find the perfect nanny so that you two could have time together—because he knew that mattered too. He was everything you needed in a husband, everything your daughter needed in a father.

And then the crash happens.

You were at home, keeping an eye on your daughter as she stacked her blocks, her tiny fingers carefully placing one on top of the other, her tongue peeking out in concentration. The television was on in the background, the familiar hum of the commentators filling the room. You weren’t watching too closely—you never did anymore. You’d glance up now and then, check the leaderboard, watch a particularly intense overtake, but you didn’t let yourself get caught up in it.

Then it happened.

At first, your heart only gave the slightest stutter. It wasn’t anything new. Max had crashed before. He would crash again. It was part of the sport, part of the risk, part of the life he had chosen—the life he had bled for since he was a child. You had known this going in. When you first fell for him, when you first tangled your lives together, he had made it clear: this was not something he would ever walk away from.

So, you learned. You learned the language of the sport, the rules, the strategies. You learned how to read the data, how to pick apart his post-race frustrations, how to hold him after a bad finish and remind him that there would always be another race. And you learned to live with the ever-present ache in your chest, the one that flared up every time something went wrong.

But this time, something felt different.

He didn’t get out. Not fast enough. Not like before.

Your breath hitched as the seconds stretched unnaturally long, your fingers tightening around the edge of the couch. He was moving—that was good. He wasn’t trapped. But his movements were sluggish, uncoordinated. When the medics arrived, he didn’t wave them off like he usually did. He let them help him. When he finally climbed out, his legs wobbled, his posture slumped, his hand pressing against his head as if trying to steady the world.

But he was alive.

You exhaled, long and slow, grounding yourself in that fact. You’d talk later. You’d let him come home, let him shake it off, let him tell you in his own time what had happened, how he felt. You’d sit with him, listen, remind him that he wasn’t alone in this. But for now, he was alive.

And that was enough. That had to be enough.

You’re washing the dishes when you hear the front door creak open, the heavy thud of a suitcase settling against the floor. Footsteps follow—soft, familiar, hesitant. Then his arms wrap around you, warm and grounding, the familiar scent of the paddock and faint traces of cologne still clinging to his clothes.

You exhale, leaning into him, letting his presence melt away the tension in your shoulders. Carefully, you peel off the dishwashing gloves, placing them on the counter before turning in his arms. The moment you do, you bury your face in his chest, listening—just listening—to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He holds you closer, his grip tightening as if he needs this just as much as you do.

“You watched the race,” he murmurs, his voice quiet but certain.

“I did.”

“Did she see?” There’s something cautious in his tone, a hint of guilt. You know he never wants your daughter to witness him like that—vulnerable, shaken, hurt.

You let out a soft chuckle, the kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “She was too busy playing.”

A silence settles between you, thick yet comfortable. You tilt your head up, reaching a hand to his face, fingertips ghosting over the faint stubble on his jaw before cupping his cheek. You trace him with your eyes, mapping out every detail—the precise shade of blue in his eyes, the faint crease in his brow, the way exhaustion lingers at the corners of his lips. Memorizing him, just in case.

His hand comes up to cover yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m right here,” he says softly. “You don’t have to worry.”

Your brows pull together as a quiet sigh leaves your lips. “I’m always going to worry,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “I worry all the time.”

And he doesn’t argue, doesn’t tell you not to—because you both know that would be a lie. Instead, he just holds you tighter, as if that alone could keep the worry at bay.

“It was different this time, and you know that,” you say, stepping back, putting just enough space between you to breathe.

“Was it?” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it, a quiet challenge.

“You didn’t get out of the car, Max.” The words come out sharper than you intend. You inhale, trying to steady yourself, fingers threading through your hair in a feeble attempt to keep your hands from shaking. “If you heard the sounds—”

“I think I know what sounds I made,” he interrupts, his voice tight. “I was there.”

“Then you should understand why I’m like this.”

He exhales, shaking his head. “Baby, we’ve talked about this.”

“But not like this!” The frustration spills over before you can stop it. “Not with her in the conversation.”

His eyes flick toward your daughter’s room, just for a second. It’s brief, subtle, but you see the flicker of concern, the way his jaw tightens.

“Max, you know I understand. You know I’ve accepted it. You know I stayed despite every risk of losing you.” You close your eyes, inhaling deeply before speaking again, softer this time. “But she doesn’t know yet. She doesn’t understand yet. And I—”

The words catch in your throat. Saying them out loud makes them real, makes them a possibility you don’t want to face.

“I don’t want to raise our child without a father.”

The moment the words leave your lips, his expression shifts. The fight drains from his eyes, replaced with something softer, something that aches. He moves before you can step away again, hands cupping your face, thumbs brushing over the tears welling in your eyes.

“You won’t have to,” he says, voice firm but gentle. “I’m good at what I do. Today was a fluke. It won’t happen any time soon.”

“But it might,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “And I don’t know what I’d do if—”

“Shhh…” He silences you, pulling you against him, as if holding you close is enough to keep the worst from happening. “Nothing is going to happen.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I don’t,” he admits, and then tilts your chin up so you meet his gaze. His face is open, earnest, full of the kind of love that wraps around your soul like armor. “But I can promise to do everything I can to be here—to watch her grow, to walk her down the aisle, to grow old with you. I can promise that.”

“I can’t lose you,” you whisper.

“You won’t. Ever.”

You search his face, letting his words settle into the spaces where fear still lingers. His hands are steady, his eyes unwavering, his love for you and your daughter woven into every syllable of his promise.

It doesn’t erase the worry, doesn’t silence the what-ifs that creep in when the nights are long and the house is quiet. But it does remind you of something just as powerful—he’s here. He’s trying. He’s choosing you, choosing her, choosing to fight for a future where he stays.

So you let yourself believe him. Just for tonight.

[narcjsistx]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 ᡣ𐭩

all the information here ; PART TWO

Hiding from the entire world for a week had been easy enough: he didn't normally use his phone much, ReAl had casually given all the players days off, and Girolan was traveling to America for an environmental conference. Tanzeku's entry into his home in Madrid had been fairly painless, and the small bed he had set up next to his had quickly become the only place where he could be left safely

From the first day the child became his responsibility, his phone had done nothing but "Immediate Full Time Babysitter" in the search bar. He had seen so many profiles in the last few days that he had learned some of them by heart, but none of them completely convinced him: they were all profiles of women with experience, at least 10 years older than him, and above all, with lives outside of their work. He didn't even know why, but these requirements made him think they weren't suitable. He thought that what he needed was a young woman, maybe younger than him, and with absolutely zero experience. If she had been like that he could have paid her less than necessary and, above all, made the whole thing less of a problem, because with zero life outside of work she could always be with Tanzeku. But most of all, he needed someone who could keep the secret of this unknown son, whose existence no one in the world was supposed to know. But no one seemed to have these requirements, at least until the day the same site recommended the profile of a girl who had just signed up, with still no possible requests from other users

Your profile had all the information he was looking for: 19 years old, needs immediate work because she just finished school and the possibility of being with the child 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Sae hadn't even seen the photos you had posted of yourself, he had directly paid the first month's salary proposed by your profile and had sent you his address

The next morning, you found yourself in front of the door of the most important penthouse of the neighborhood. You had lived in Madrid since you were a kid, and this neighborhood had always been famous for being home to the stars of the country but also of those abroad. You thought you had come to the wrong house, but when Sae Itoshi himself opened the door for you, you almost died. You had been watching his games since he joined ReAl, and now he was in front of you?

"You are Y/n? The babysitter?" the boy asks, and you look around a little confused "Umh... yeah? It's me. But I think I got the wrong house..." you say uncertainly, but he shakes his head "You didn't get the wrong house. Come in" he says, making room for you to enter. You gulp down a lump of saliva, even more confused: does he even know that you're a babysitter? Does he have kids? Maybe it's just a strange dream

But when you enter the living room of the house and see a baby less than a month old, the blood in your veins freezes. Sae notices the change in your expression, as he picks up Tanzeku "Before anything, I must warn you of the most important thing. Yes, I have a son, his name is Tanzeku. This child must remain a secret within the world" he says seriously, and you find yourself seeing the soccer player with a completely new look "A secret...?" you ask looking at the child, and he nods "A complete secret. Only you and I know about the existence of this child... apart from the mother, obviously. I need you to be with him constantly, I don't have the possibility to do that" he says coming closer and giving you the baby, which you pick up and hold gently "I don’t need you to clean the house, do chores… you’re not a maid. But you need to be this baby’s guardian angel, okay?" he says, caressing the child's cheek, who instinctively rests his head against your chest. You nod, thinking back to the whole thing "How does it work with the hours? I put 24/7 availability on the website, but we’ve never talked about it" you say, cradling the little one, and Sae nods "The penthouse is big. You can live upstairs, there’s a whole section of the house that’s unused. I’ll pay your taxes to stay here, you don’t have to worry about that" he says seriously, sitting on the sofa and looking at his son, his gaze a little dull when he thinks that he is entrusting his son's life to another person "Remember. It's a secret. Our secret from today. You got it, Y/n?" asks for the umpteenth time

"I understand. I understand everything" you say cradling Tanzeku in your arms. It's all so surprising that you don't know whether to be surprised by the fact that Sae Itoshi, the ReAl midfielder and one of the most beloved players of the entire country, has a son or by the fact that you are just a few meters away from the player and that from now on his house will also be your house. It could be the beginning of the most beautiful part of your life or your worst nightmare ever

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[jeanjauthor]

On the one hand, I am a literally poor writer who doesn't even make enough to survive on my own (I am lucky to have room & board completely covered by family at the moment)...so making money off of my Intellectual Property is a slap in the face with a hand covered in feces, so I really don't like hearing about people profiting off of my hard work when I'm not even profiting off of it right now. (Health issues. Yay.)

On the other hand, I am a fangirl who loves reading the gazillion iterations of fanfic fantasies extrapolating ideas from original IPs and transforming them into mostly new stories. How many different versions of Cinderella are out there? Doesn't matter. Why are there so many different versions of Cinderella out there? Because we love new twists and turns on similar story ideas.

Same reason for why there's been so many goddamn (cussed affectionateliy) Spider-Man movies in the last couple of decades. And just like those movies, each one still works. "Anyone can be behind the mask. You could be behind the mask!"

Posting them for free allows both states to exist in harmony.

Also, AO3 has the right to be commercialization-free, and every good reason to want to be commercialization-free.

Commercialization en-crap-ifies the mindset of the people in charge of a product (in this case, free fanfic webhosting). Every. Single. Time. you start to focus on collecting money, the Affluenza bug bites someone, and they start pushing for profits over fun & parody. Next thing you know, the whole system is infected with greed, and greed is Avarice, one of the seven deadly sins for a reason. (And no, I don't mean the fun anime series.)

Fans have the right to read something that's at least similar to what they love, and they do have a right to do at least some of it for free, if a writer is willing to write it for love of the story setting/characters, and is willing to post it for free. Fans do have the right to be able to access free stories in that contest. Especially if they cannot afford the original content right now. Which a lot of folks can't.

So that's how I, as an author, can absolutely defend copyright rights, AND free online fandom archives & forums.

The rest of the thread is here.

tl;dr: Don’t monetize AO3, kids.  You won’t like what happens next.

[genericpuff]

Life update! This is frankly one I've been trying to avoid but at this point it's kiiinda super necessary ┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴

DISCLAIMER: VERY LONG POST AHEAD. A LOT OF IT IS ME TALKING ABOUT LIFE SHIT OBV. I RAMBLE A LOT AS I TEND TO DO. I'VE BOLDED THE IMPORTANT SHIT SO THAT HOPEFULLY IT'LL MAKE IT EASIER TO PARSE THRU. PLS FORGIVE ME ;-;

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First things first, I quit my job! Or rather, I put in my resignation letter with my current shop, with two weeks notice. Not something I had to do, I just felt it was the least I could do to go out on decent terms (and it means I can honor the appointments I still have booked and use the time to notify all my clients).

There were several reasons for leaving but ultimately it was a personal decision that will - hopefully - allow me to build a better environment for myself within the larger tattooing industry. I've learned through too much trial and error with all the shops (of which there have been 3) I've worked in that I don't particularly enjoy working in one single shop under one single shop owner. It's often counter-intuitive with my ADHD and anxiety, and it's kind of hard to address my mental health problems when I'm still in an environment that exacerbates them.

Of course, this wasn't an "all or nothing" decision because I frankly wasn't giving up a whole lot by leaving. The tattooing industry has been going through some hard times, between The Great Depression 2: Electric Boogaloo and the oversaturation of shops that exist everywhere now (seriously, everyone and their mom nowadays is a tattoo artist). Not only is the industry changing and being forced to adapt, I too have to change and adapt, not just to maintain my place in this industry, but to align it more with what I need within it, rather than trying to force myself to align with what other people often project (and believe me, some of the people in this industry do a LOOOT of projecting, tattoo artists ruined the tattoo industry fr LOL)

So it's scary, but it's necessary. I'm still gonna be tattooing, but I'm doing it on my own terms now. Instead of locking myself down to a single shop environment waiting for the work to come to me, I'm going where the work is, through guest-spotting and expos and whatever other collaborative opportunities I can find, something that I was a lot more restricted in doing with single shop environments.

Also I'm just like, tired of being broke from not getting more consistent work and the shop splits cutting all my generated income in half LOL There's a reason so many artists - even established folks who have been tattooing for decades - are going private nowadays or opting instead for booth rent shops over the 50/50 splits. I could go on for ages about this but I'd rather spare you all the details because they frankly don't matter here and I don't want to dwell.

Buuut making this decision is, ultimately, to address both my exacerbated anxiety from working in a shop environment, and my financial issues from said environment not benefiting me. Especially now that-

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-my roommate is moving out in April! I'm very excited but also very terrified. This will be the first time my husband and I have ever been able to live alone since we started living together some 6-7 years ago. Yeah. As much as I'm a social person, at home I'm a hermit and introvert, and I'm frankly just sick of people who I'm not romantically committed to constantly being around. Even when they're sweet people (which my roommate mostly is) it's still like living around a sinkhole. Sure, it's pretty simple to just walk around the sinkhole and place all your furniture around it and mind where it is at all times, but it sure would be nice if the sinkhole just wasn't there to begin with, y'know?

There are so many things I've been wanting to do and simply can't on account of living with a roommate, projects that I want to pursue, spaces that I want to create for both myself and others. Knowing that she's leaving in April has almost made me even more anxious and impatient, because now I'm actually thinking about all the things that will improve and become available to me just with one less person in the house and I'm DYING for it to finally be reality. I can finally have an actual dedicated workspace area that isn't just a corner of a small den, we can separate our leisure space from our work space, we can decorate the whole place how we want it, we don't have to worry about being intruded upon during our conversations, we'll have so much more counter space in the bathroom and kitchen, we don't have to pray that she's not in the bathroom every time we need to use it because that inevitably means we either have to wait an hour or go piss in the corner toilet shoved next to the washing machines, we can put the doors that originally separated the living room from the kitchen and hallway back up because she had removed them to make space for her 15437281 bookshelves. Much of what I'm describing isn't anything that was her 'fault', it was just the circumstances of living with a roommate which I'm just so excited for my husband and I to get away from.

But of course, her leaving means we now gotta make up for what she would normally cover in bills each month (the biggest of which is obviously rent). And with how dire the tattooing scene has become, leaving my shop to pursue other ventures - even if it costs me more time and money and energy on the forefront to do so - felt like a necessary change, because staying there certainly wasn't gonna accomplish anything, either. The shop kind of felt like a sinkhole in and of itself as well, a bottomless pit of unrewarded effort and stress, weighing down on my subconscious every day. While many of these feelings were largely personal, they weren't helped by the nature of that environment being what it was.

Part of my ongoing treatment for my ADHD is accepting and reminding myself that it is a disorder and that I need to allow myself to walk the path of least resistance, rather than force myself to conform to what I think I "should" be able to do out of the instilled belief that if I can't, I'm "failing". Rather, I need to actually build an environment for myself that doesn't work against me. It's not that I'm failing completely on my own, it's a failure of the systems and environments that I've forced myself to exist in for years. What I'm trying to do is going "against the norm", sure, but for someone with ADHD, going against the norm is necessary because the norm isn't built for me.

Going solo with my tattooing and freelance work might end up not panning out, but I won't know until I try, and for now, it sure beats the path of resistance that I've been drudging through with what's now amounted to very little. Going solo means my time is my time again, as is my work and rewards. As scary as it was to hand in that letter of resignation, I've removed myself from the path that was hindering me and set myself on another that promises, at the very least, change. Whether or not it ends up being beneficial or productive change, well, that's something I'll be finding out as I walk it. At least now I can walk it with my head held high and my hopes renewed.

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It goes without saying that this year has been a rough one so far, and we're only at the end of March. I'm sure most people can tell that I'm not really as "present" as I used to be, especially when it comes to the constant delays in Rekindled updates and lack of posting outside of that. I've been in a state of limbo, where everything and nothing is happening at the same time, waiting for the moment when I could finally make progress (and as I described above, much of that has been tied to my roommate finally leaving). With the move-out date right around the corner, and my resignation handed in, it feels like I can finally start removing things from my plate to make it more manageable, and rearranging everything to include the things I want rather than the tasteless, unfulfilling garbage I've been choking down.

But that leads me to one of the things that will be getting removed from that metaphorical plate.

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Anyone with ADHD and RSD knows that it's hard to be selfish, even when the situation calls for it. But sometimes you have to be, for the sake of establishing and respecting your own boundaries and care.

So, in a little act of selfishness for the sake of self-care: Episode 70 will be going up as soon as it's available, I'm hoping by next weekend at the latest. After that, Episode 71 will also be going out as soon as it's available, hopefully within 2-3 weeks time as has been needed over the past few months. This will hopefully line up with my resignation from my shop.

Following Episode 71, Rekindled will be taking a mid-season hiatus.

I know this kind of sucks considering all the delays we've already endured, but it's precisely because of those frequent delays as of late that a hiatus is sorely needed. It not only gives me time to rebuild a buffer of some kind, but largely to focus on cleaning up that aforementioned plate of bullshit that Gorgon Ramses himself would throw at a wall.

I'm aiming for the hiatus to last between 2-3 months. During this time, I'm hoping that I'll find enough stability in my real life to dedicate time and care to it again. The reality is that a free-time hobbyist project like this does require free time. And that free time is hard to justify when it's all the time on account of lack of consistent paid work. To put it simply, if I don't have a roof over my head, I can't keep doing what I do here. Rest assured, it's not that dire yet, but it would be if I stayed on the same path. Projects like these are at their best when they can just be done in one's free time, for fun, without the stress of mounting bills and other responsibilities piled on top. That pile's been getting pretty high for me lately and now even Rekindled hasn't been safe from it - while the art and story has continued to elevate itself with each new episode, the turnaround time has lengthened and the stress of Real Life™️ outside of it has affected my own enjoyment in making it.

I love making Rekindled. But if I want to keep loving it, I have to put it aside for a bit so I can cultivate a better environment in which to create it in. Ultimately the suffering and spite isn't what makes Rekindled great, it's joy and care. And neither of those things can be committed to it when everything else around me feels like it's been burned down.

I do still have my own doubts with this decision. Going on long-term hiatuses has always been difficult for me, largely when it comes to getting out of them (fans of my original work are all too familiar with this). But I know the circumstances here aren't the same, and that they won't repeat themselves if I don't allow them to. I have far better tools to combat burnout now than I did even just a year or two ago, but one of those tools is drawing boundaries and knowing when to step away.

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This was obviously a VERY long post and I realize with the Rekindled hiatus announcement near the ass end, a lot of people will surely be wondering where tf Episode 70 is LMAO but I'm sure I'll get asks in my inbox about it anyways that I can respond to, and when we actually go on mid-season hiatus, it'll be mentioned properly in the episode itself with a link to this post.

With my roommate moving out soon and my shop resignation now turned in, I feel like now I at least have the mental room to start breathing again, rather than gasping for air. And that will, in the long run, also allow me to create even more cool shit for both myself and all of you :> I do have plans, both for Rekindled after its hiatus and other projects (wink wink), that I now feel like I can start really getting off the ground with the shackles of my living situation and work environment finally loosening. And I do hope that, whenever those plans start to materialize, y'all enjoy what I have in store! It'll take some patience, and a lot of work, but it's work that I'm hoping will pay off in all the best ways ┬┴┬┴┤･ω･)ﾉ

Thank you all for your patience, kindness, and support. I know I've been saying this a lot lately with each episode delay, but I am really grateful to get to create what I do for you all. And I wanna keep doing it. I just can't do it without filling in that pesky sinkhole first (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

[mythalism]

That post you reblogged made me realize that Rook being uncurious and only thinking in straight lines got them recruited because Varric doesn't want someone who could be easily swayed to Solas's side. If the Inquisitor was a romanced Lavellan, I can see Varric viewing his boss as someone who isn't thinking straight when it comes to Solas, and it's probably why even Lavellan herself seeks out Rook's opinion on whether or not to reconcile with Solas, because Rook is expected to be incapable falling for Solas's "charm", which could literally just be Solas telling the truth, but anyway. Realizing this does make the game worse for me, 'cause it feels like a minority's plight being brushed aside in favor of a centrist's need to defend the status quo. Sorry for rambling. Thanks for reblogging that post. :)

i think this is a really interesting watsonian way of looking at this but i agree its ultimately a flop. playing up rook's supposed lack of bias and value as an outside perspective when it came to solas could have been really interesting too if it wasnt being done in a way that was ultimately designed to rob the situation of nuance rather than add it. imagine if alongside harding's rose-colored view of the inquisitor and their relationship to solas you had another companion (or even ghost varric. or advisor!merrill because she should have been there) warning you to be wary of anything they say about him, that they're biased in his favor and untrustworthy.

with a lavellan you could have bellara or davrin warning you of how they grew up hearing the story of how the inquisitor betrayed their people when they fell for the dread wolf's tricks. how the tale of a romanced, vallaslin-less lavellan is now whispered around dalish campfires to elven children as a lesson of exactly what will happen if they ignore the keeper's wisdom and allow the dread wolf to catch their scent. another betrayer who trusted fen'harel and lost their blood writing. who got their clan killed. who lost everything. toss in a couple bad-faith interpretations of the inquisition's greatest PR nightmares and its a perfect mirror of how solas's story was misconstrued in the same way. of course, none of it is the truth. it wasn't really their fault. they didnt know! wait. where have i heard that before...

and then rook goes to meet them - all of these disparate views of who they are fresh in their minds. are they the kind, admirable, worthy, holy savior that harding idolizes? are they a tragic, pathetic fool chasing after a doomed love? are they a fen'harel sympathizing turncoat elf who's about to manipulate you into dooming the world (again)? are they just a person doing their best? (are they just like you?) well. rook is the perfect person to make that judgement! right? because they're so perfectly unbiased and completely objective, because being completely unbiased and objective as a person is possible, right? and because being unbiased and objective IS the goal and is always superior to being swayed by passion or emotion, right? except. now the inquisitor is in front of you and... its kind of hard to tell. they seem like anyone else you've talked to. they seem a little sad and lonely. they are pretty level-headed about the whole thing. more than you expected. an inquisitor with high approval with solas would speak about him positively, maybe a little love-sick, but they dont seem completely bamboozled. one who hated solas would speak of him with disdain, but... how can you be sure they arent just lying? they worked with him for a year. they let him stick around in their inner circle! they could be trying to fool you into a false sense of security!

maybe you have to accept or deny their help, or accept or deny a plan they present. it seems pretty sound, but how can you know? is it all a ploy to betray you and save him? can they be trusted? if you reject them; harding and the other companions that view them positively are furious. how could you have just denied one of the greatest allies to your cause? but if you choose to trust them, the companions who distrust the inquisitor are just as angry. how could you have put the entire fate of the world at jeopardy like this!? your sympathy is going to get everyone killed! they're manipulating you just like he does! how could you trust someone so clearly under solas's thumb!?

no, listen, its ok, rook tells them. they're different, because rook is not biased. thats why varric chose them, remember!? rook has an outsider's perspective, and thats what we needed, remember!? the attachment to solas that the inquisitor had, no matter the strength of it (loathing vs love) was a weakness! dont you see!? rook's outsider, unbiased, objective perspective on the situation was better! only through this perspective could they make the CORRECT choice!

except... you dont know solas. you dont know anything real about him. you dont know what is meaningful to him, his weaknesses, his desires. you dont know him as a person, only as an abstract god-like figure. you dont understand how his brain works. you dont know that he hates tea and can beat anyone in chess. you didnt take the time to understand him. just like you didnt take the time to understand the inquisitor. and now, without the inquisitor's aid you lose valuable information, allies, resources. your final battle gets significantly harder. you are locked out of specific endings. maybe your companions die.

all because you fell into the same trap as solas. you refused to trust. you refused to take the time to understand your opponent. you wrote them off as villainous, untrustworthy, betrayer. you gave myth the weight of history. you tried to do it all on your own. you couldn't acknowledge the bias inherent within yourself. you thought you were the only one who could make the right decision for the world. rather prideful, isnt it?

[erinwantstowrite]

THE CIRCLE MYSTERY!!!

in case you're unfamiliar with my page, here is some context for this post:

a few months ago, i wanted to try my hand at a mystery plot, and began looking for a circle mystery plot diagram that i had written down a year or so prior... but i couldn't find it. i SWORE i had it somewhere. i knew that i had left the notebook on my shelf along with all my other notebooks. it was a little black journal that i didn't use very often, but it still had some important notes inside. but it wasn't there on my shelf, or any other shelf in the house. it was like it had vanished, and i started to doubt my memory.

i figured not all was lost. sure, the journal was gone, but someone would be able to help me find this circle diagram.

NO.

no one could figure out what the hell i was talking about, not without lack of trying. many tried to help me, to figure out this mystery with me. "the circle went outwards" i said, but all i could find was the rotating clockwise circle plot diagram that was not mystery specific.

no matter what i did, i couldn't find the original source online. i phrased it in many different ways, but it was a dead end. with no journal, no online source, and no one understanding what i was talking about, the circle mystery formula... remained a mystery. many concluded that i likely made this circle diagram myself and then forgot about it entirely, but that's up in the air.

well, a couple weeks ago, i found the circle mystery plot i was looking for.

it was not the actual physical note, but a picture i had taken before seemingly losing the notebook/journal that it was in. it showed only the circle diagram with a couple of minimal notes on the sides. i have yet to find that journal, it remains missing to this day. one day i might find the physical copy with the notes that were underneath it but alas, at this point in time, i only had the circle to work off of.

but it was enough!!! just having the circle was enough for me to make this beauty, of who i will share with you now:

as you can see, it's not all that complicated. it breaks down only a few simple key elements of figuring out a mystery, not plot wise, but investigation wise. "crime and victim, motive, method, opportunity, and suspects." CVM and MOS is what i call that for short but that might be lame

basically, it's the 5 w's.

that's it.

this whole time, it was the 5 w's "Who, What, Where, When, and Why" (except with terms that would be used in an actual investigation), laid out into a diagram that extends outwards where you put your points on the circle rings to connect. this could also easily be a venn diagram, but i remember liking that it extended outwards and was in a line rather than in groupings.

it's extremely simple, too, so it's been annoying me that i could forget it when i needed it most. that being said, it's in the past, now, and it's here, and now i want to talk about the points

CVM and MOS

crime and victim. this is always where you start.

look, you might start your plot right in the thick of it with a suspect having already been revealed and the entire plot is that your character has to prove why and how they did it. but it's up to you, the writer, to explain how they got to this point. which means you need to know how it works in the original order before being able to write this plot that way.

a crime has been committed- what crime? murder? robbery? this is your first question, or statement. what i mean by that is are you telling your readers "This has happened." or is the plot/character/reader asking "What happened?"

and victim- who was it that was affected? if it's a murder, you have to identify the person that was killed before you can get into anything. if it's another crime like a robbery, then what was stolen? this is the phase where your investigator goes looking into the details of the victim. which means you need to know your victim.

your investigator and you are on the same side here. both of you need to know their daily ins and outs, you need to have character witnesses from friends and family, you need to get a glimpse into who they were when it was just them around. maybe a diary or look at their bedroom to give a statement as to how they were feeling and how they occupied the space they were in. maybe online records, because their activity can give you pieces of the puzzle. even if this is not completely revealed to readers (though in my opinion, this part is very needed in order to have your reader feel for the victim), you as the author need to have that mindset. you need to know who they were and what their life was like even if your investigator never gets around to knowing this.

because it leads directly into your suspect pool.

mystery plots are all about the connections, the drama, the details. your victim is dead, and your investigator is looking into their lives. you could, honestly, play it really well with the victim and the investigator being the main focus. a good example of this is that one episode of Bones where Temperance Brennan is listening to the voice recordings of a murdered woman she starts to see a lot of herself in. Brennan is seeing the bones of this woman and trying to find out what happened to her with all that is left, and she's also listening to her voice, and we don't see a lot of the suspect in this case (for good reason).

((honestly, this might just be me saying you should go watch Bones.))

but, in most cases, your suspects are the main source of entertainment. so you need to know your victim, and by extension, know your suspects.

all of your potential murderers (or whatever plot you're writing) go on the outside ring not because they are last in your investigation, but because you would work inside the suspect pool. kind of a visual aspect to show they're connected to the center, which is your crime/victim (which, again, could be changed for a different type of mystery. this section is just the Big Reason for the mystery to get started. or the Big Question.)

you get your suspects through the character reveal phase of your mystery, though they can also be revealed because of the setting. like in Clue, or in that new show, The Residence (go watch it), where a murder has happened in a house where only a select few people could have done it.

who are the people that had bad blood with this person? who are the ones that have something to gain from that person's death? or, even, who are the people that just wanted to do it?

motive.

if you want your mystery to be solved, you have to have a motive. a reason as to why this happened, even if it was a fit of unplanned rage. this part is crucial not just from an entertainment standpoint in your story, but for later on in a prosecution phase in real life. a jury might find it hard to convict someone if a prosecutor can't give a motive for why they'd do it. in this case, you are the prosecutor and your readers are the jury. if you want your reader to believe that this person could have done it, you have to give a motive.

but it's not the most important part. the most important is the how.

the method of the crime tells a lot about the person that did it. take a look at Criminal Minds, and how they make a profile for the killers. granted, they have more to work with because there are multiple murders. but you can get a basic idea with just the one.

from an investigative standpoint, you have to figure out how something happened to get a clue into the character of the murderer. which of your suspects has the ability not to get sick at the sight of blood? which suspect is smart enough to plan it out? which suspect would have the temper to grab the nearest heavy object as their weapon?

so you look at your crime, you get an idea of the method, and you can eye your suspect pool to match who is the most likely to commit in this way.

and last, opportunity.

this is where an alibi comes in. "I couldn't have done it because I was at my son's birthday party! ask anyone!" sounds pretty good. until you find out the suspect mysteriously was in the bathroom at that party for a couple of hours and came back wearing different clothes.

your suspects have to have the opportunity, or they have to have the alibi. were they there around the time? do they have a key to the house? do they know that the window on the first floor never locks? did they have the time to do it? even if they have something that looked like an opportunity, they might have an alibi.

from there, it's all about putting down your dots. which character has the motive, could pull off the method, and had the opportunity?

however... you could have multiple characters hit the MMO. what happens then?

you could drill these characters in an interrogation (could or could not be in an actual interrogation setting) and get a confession out of one of them, OR you could have your characters go looking for that sweet, sweet key evidence that cinches it all together and ties one of the suspects to the crime. or, maybe in a plot twist, ties both suspects to have committed the crime together.

(in real life, though, having a confession and key evidence is for the best. it makes it hard for a defense team)

this is your standing out point, and would definitely be your last big crescendo for the story. this episode of Brooklynn 99 is honestly the best example (in fiction) i could come up with right now for an interrogation where you get a confession out of someone. oh, and legally blonde! can't forget elle wood's breakthough (if you haven't watched legally blonde and you click that link and get yourself spoiled instead of sitting down and watching the whole thing, i am frowning at you in disappointment right now. shaking my head and everything).

when it comes to both evidence and interrogation... go watch The Residence (Netflix... or pirate). the last episode is brilliant and it's well worth the watch. Detective Cupp was so much fun and it sucks more people aren't talking about it.

i think i should stop yapping now, because that about covers what i came here to write. hopefully this stupid circle helps somebody out

[sachikoq]

I don't really know if this is the place to post this, I'm undiagnosed so if this doesn't really belong I'll delete it if need be, but the moment this really well and truly sank in for me was in 6th grade. I was entering a new school and it being one of those "charter schools" that required uniforms and whatnot, the whole place had this air of self-importance. I'd been bullied by both other kids and adults before but here after a certain point basically everyone began to avoid or start shit with me. There was this one guy in particular who particularly didn't like me and definitely convinced a lot of others to avoid me at that, but it's not really like anyone else did anything about it nor was he really the only one so much as just the most vocal. I'd end up sitting alone unless forced into being in a group at any point. for basically the entire year and any friends I did make tended to go away when they didn't really have to be around. I remember teachers singling me out often for doodling in my notes or something or for the things I liked or for how poor I was or the way I carried myself. At the end of the year, on the last day that school year anyway, One of the only people I managed to convince to talk to me at all came up and told me he was just putting up with having me around so I didn't feel bad, and that nobody really liked me. I started crying heavily in the corner of the room I was already sat in and I just couldn't really stop. Eventually some of the girls in class noticed and the teacher from one of our other classes came over in a rage and demanded we all follow her to another room as she scolded everyone for what had been going on. I remember her being so fucking mad, she was red in the face yelling at them and even when it should've felt like I was finally "winning" or something it still felt awful that it really had to come to that. The one thing I remember her saying was along the lines of "The moment you make anyone feel less is when I have to step in and this becomes a problem." I want to go back someday and thank her but I became a shitty student and for a while in the years after that I began to lash out at others a bit as well, so even if I wasn't worried about the optics of a trans woman randomly visiting a middle school in Florida, I don't think she'd really want to hear from me again anyway. Even so she was one of the only people who ever came off like she actually gave a fuck. I wish I could apologize to so many fucking people from back then for lashing out afterward or for not doing the same but it's neither here nor there ig I know saying things like that comes off like a demand for forgiveness when that's not really ever gonna happen nor does it need to.

I'd tell my parents and they didn't really get it, my stepdad's also a so-called "vaccine truther" and has since spread that to the rest of my immediate family so that ship sailed long ago, and only solidified itself when we were having an argument and I said "what exactly is so wrong with having an autistic child?" and he responded "That's easy for you to say, imagine being the parent to a child like that." Our issues even when like 99.9% of neurotypicals claim to give a fuck about them are never our own to them. It's about the parents or the community they live in or this and that. Nobody ever wants to fucking address the elephant in the room with this shit and it's probably because they already know where the fuck they stand.

I failed a grade after that and the next years after that it never really got any easier or better aside from finding other people who'd been through similar. The only people I ever really felt safe around after this were other autistics. To this day the only people I ever truly feel OK around are other autistics. Being an adult and leaving my parents' has made it easier to take hold of my life but it doesn't make that feeling of "does this person really just hate me" ever go away.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[littlefireball]

JH|[M]|Overstimulation 

Perv! (?) Boyfriend Jongho x Girlfriend reader

Warning: Smut|Overstimulation|Using of sex toy|No plot|Short chapter|Oral|Fingering|Multiple orgasm|Dom & sub|Roping|Hair pulling|Choking|Unprotected sex|Post Orgasm Torture

Summary: A disobedient pet needs punishment, right? 

Word count: 4.5K

As soon as you swung the door open, a wave of clarity washed over you. You hadn't anticipated finding your boyfriend, Jongho, lounging on the couch, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that felt predatory.

Didn't he mention he'd be out late tonight? Why was he here?

"Where have you been?" His voice was low, laced with a hint of irritation.

"I…" Your mind raced, but the words refused to form.

He advanced toward you, each step heavy and deliberate, quickening your heartbeat. His tall figure loomed over you, blocking the light and enveloping you in shadow.

"What did I tell you? You can't come home later than 11 o'clock... You can't drink without my consent... Just smell yourself, you're soaked in alcohol..." His fingers grazed your cheek, a touch that felt soft yet carried an undercurrent of danger.

"Jong—" Before you could finish, he pinched your face, silencing your protest. The pressure made you wince slightly.

"You know what happens when you defy my orders," he murmured close to your ear, his fingers trailing down to your earlobe.

"Yes, sir..."

"Undress." 

—---

"Baby girl…you look so beautiful…" he murmured, leaning closer to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. Jongho's gaze was filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness as his fingers gently traced the contours of your chest. His eyes roamed across your body, taking in every inch of your bound and vulnerable form. 

A low, possessive growl escaped from the depth of his throat. "You're all mine.. my beautiful, beautiful girl…who needs a punishment huh?"

"Me…me���I'm sorry…"

"You're sorry, huh?" 

"I…"

"You should've been sorry when you thought about defying me."

"I'm sorry…sir…"

"Looks like I need to remind you of the consequences…" He dropped a kiss on your bare stomach, licking it a bit. "Tell me why you go out that late?"

"Be…because my friend asked me…"

"Oh?Your friends are more important than me huh?" 

"No…sir…they are not…"

"But you're willing to deny my order for them huh?" You shook your head, your breathing shaking because of nervousness. "I thought…you…you'd be late"

"So that's an excuse for you to go out at night and drink that much?" 

"Sorry, sir. I won't do it next time." 

A shaking moan left your lips as his fingers trailed down your stomach, pausing just above your pelvic area before he slowly moved lower. He leaned closer to your face, his nose brushing against your neck as he inhaled your scent. His other hand came up to caress your cheek, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip.

"I could do whatever I wanted to you, you know that?" he said. "You're completely vulnerable right now, completely helpless, completely mine..." 

"Gosh…" 

"And you're loving it, aren't you?" he whispered, his mouth moving down to your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin. "You love giving me control, letting me do whatever I want to you...don't you, baby girl?"

"Ye…yes…" Your head was spinning from how hot you were feeling, words were getting harder to form, but you managed to speak through your heavy panting. 

Jongho, upon hearing you confirm his suspicions, let out a low chuckle. He nipped playfully at your earlobe, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he bit down gently on the sensitive skin.  Shaking moans and gasps left your lips as he sucked on your hardened nipple, his tongue swirling around it. Your whole body jerked instinctively up to his body, each bite and lick adding to the heat within your core. 

"That's right, baby girl, you're mine.. and I'm going to make you feel so, so good and know the consequences of being naughty." 

A chill swept over you the moment he stepped away. The eye mask obscured your vision completely, leaving you in darkness. All you had to depend on was your sense of hearing, and you could make out the sound of him searching through a drawer.

The sound of him rummaging through the drawer seemed to go on forever, each passing second adding to your anticipation. You shifted slightly on the bed, the binds digging into your skin as you fidgeted.

Finally, he spoke up again, his voice cutting through the silence, "Don't move.."

You heard the faint click of something being opened, followed by the sound of him approaching you again and the sound of a machine vibrating. His footsteps were slow and deliberate, each thump of his feet against the floor sending your heart racing.

The bed dipped as he lowered himself to sit next to you, his hand grabbing your thigh and spreading your legs apart. "You're already so wet, baby girl," he murmured, his fingers tracing up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your core. "And all it took was me tying you up... I think you like being helpless like this, huh?" 

"Hmm…jongho…"

"Shhh…that's not my name. You know what you should call me…"

"Sorry…sir" 

"Good." 

His hand reached your aching core, gently tracing circles around your entrance, teasing you with just the slightest touches. The machine in his other hand continued to hum, vibrate in his hands. He chuckled softly, knowing that you could feel the anticipation building in the air.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to make sure you're screaming my name by the time I'm done with you," he said, his fingers finally moving further between your legs, gently massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves. "You're going to be begging me to let you come. And I'm going to deny you over and over again until you can't take it anymore…until you're completely broken for me."

Jongho slowly pressed the vibrator against your core, the powerful vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He watched as your body arch up off the bed, your messily moaning filling the room. He turned the intensity of the vibrations up a notch, his other hand pinning you down onto the bed. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. "Already writhing around and we've barely started."

He increased the intensity of the vibrations, the powerful hum of the machine echoing through the room. Your legs trembled as the pleasure built within you, the binds around your wrists and ankles digging into your skin.

"You look so pretty when you're like this," he said. "Just completely at my mercy, trembling beneath me, your body responding to my every touch."

The vibrations grew stronger, the pleasure coursing through you in hot, sharp waves. Your head was spinning, and your body was arching up off the bed, searching for more of that overwhelming sensation.

"I said don't move," he said, his hand pressing your hips down against the bed, holding you in place. "I told you not to move, baby girl... I'm in control here, not you. " He kept up the steady, relentless pace of the machine, his other hand trailing up your stomach, his fingertips tracing lazy circles along your skin. He was enjoying watching you come apart under his touch, relishing in the fact that he had complete control over you.

He continued to toy with the intensity of the vibrations, keeping you on the edge, never quite giving you enough to push you over. "You're so sensitive, baby girl" he said, his hand gripping your thigh. "You can't take much more, can you?"

"I…hmm…" 

"You're already so close, but I'm not gonna let you come just yet."Jongho moved the vibrator away from your core, letting the sensations die down. 

"Ahh…please…" You were panting heavily, your body trembling with the need for release. "Don't stop…"

"Beg for it," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Beg me to let you come..." Jongho pulled back again and picked up the vibrator, the low buzz of the toy filling the air once more. He pressed the vibrator back against you, the intensity now higher than before. He watched as your body rocked and writhed against the restraints.

"Please…hmmm…" You let out a broken moan. 

"Louder." He commanded, the intensity of the vibrations increasing again. "Louder, baby girl.. say my name."

"Please, sir…please…I can't take it anymore, I need to come so bad,"

"That's more like it," he murmured, the satisfaction in his voice clear. "But I don't think you've earned it yet. You're gonna have to wait a little longer, baby girl." 

Jongho shifted the vibrator, pressing it against your swollen, sensitive bud, while his fingers found their way to your entrance. Slowly, he began to tease you, his fingers tracing small, torturous circles around your entrance, just barely penetrating you, and then withdrawing. He was building the tension, winding you tighter and tighter. Jongho gently skimmed the flesh, never quite giving you the deep, satisfying pressure you were craving. 

 "Hmm…~" You let out a whine to complain, arching your hips to meet his fingers. Everything was too little for your liking.

"You want me to push my fingers deep inside you, don't you?" He smirked, skimming his fingertips against your bud. "You want me to fill you up, to stretch you open and make you scream my name. He continued this pattern, his fingers withdrawing each time you got close, keeping you on the edge, building the overwhelming need until it was almost unbearable. The machine hummed loudly, the powerful vibrations driving you to a point of almost painful pleasure.

"Please…I need your fingers…please…" 

"Like this?" Jongho pushed his digits inside of your cunt, curling them slightly to hit that sensitive spot deep within you. It was a tight fit; you were so damn needy for him right now. He felt the heat and wetness of you wrapped around his fingers, and almost lost it. 

You couldn't help a loud moan of relief, your body rocking against his hand as he began to move them in and out. The speed and intensity of the toy combined with the pressure of his fingers was almost too much to take, your legs shaking uncontrollably beneath the restraints. Your head rolled back against the pillows, your breaths coming in shuddering gasps as he continued his torturous assault on your sensitive body.

"Sir…sir…!!" 

The speed and depth of his fingers increased, driving you towards the edge you were desperately seeking. You could feel the heat building within you, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, until you were almost gasping for breath. The pleasure was overwhelming, nearly unbearable, and you were struggling to hold back the wave of your release. 

"You want to come, baby girl?" he asked, his voice dripping with power and control. "You want to come on my fingers? Beg me for it, baby girl. I want to hear you beg."

"Please…I need to come, please" Your voice was a ragged mess of pleading and begging, your body arched and trembling in need. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the pressure building uncontrollably in your core. "I need to come…please let me come…please…please…I can't take it anymore…"

Jongho's eyes darkened, the sound of your pleading driving him wild. He pumped his fingers even deeper and faster, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that made your whole body jolt. He leaned forward, his mouth next to your ear, whispering in a low, dangerous tone, "Yeah…I know you need it, baby girl. Beg a little louder, and I'll think about letting you come…"

you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of release, the sensations building almost too quickly. You knew you were on the edge, that you were about to tumble over, and the thought of being denied that release was driving you crazy. "Please, I'm so close…please, please, please!" you panted, "I need it…I need to come, Sir."

"Come for me now, love." 

"Fuck…!"

The moment you finally came, your body shaking violently and arching up off the bed, Jongho slowly withdrew his fingers from you, a smug expression of satisfaction on his face. "There you go, baby girl…" he said, his hand trailing up your leg. "That's what you wanted, huh?"

Just as the waves of your climax had started to subside, Jongho suddenly leaned down and pressed his mouth against your core, his tongue darting out to tease and taste you. Your body jerked involuntarily, the overwhelming sensations sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through you. "Hmm…so damn sensitive…" he murmured against your skin, his tongue moving teasingly, slowly laving over your sensitive flesh. "I bet you're still so damn sensitive…"

He continued his onslaught, his mouth working against you with a relentless determination. Your body was trembling with the aftershocks of your climax, and he was expertly exploiting that sensitivity, licking and sucking at you, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles. 

"Ahh~~~"

As your whole body trembled and convulsed with the second climax, Jongho gently pull back, pulling your body against him so that he could feel your quivering muscles and the heat that was emitting from you. He held you there for a moment, his arms wrapped around you, his face nuzzling against your neck as you rode out the aftershocks.

Jongho chuckled, his hand reaching for the discarded toy he had left on the bedside table. "You thought we were done, baby girl?" he asked, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "We're not even close to being done yet."

He found the small, powerful vibrator, the rounded head resting lightly against her sensitive bud.

"I want you to come again, baby girl," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Can you do that for me? Can you come again for me, with this little toy against your sensitive little bud?"

He turned the toy on, the low hum of the vibrations filling the air, and pressed it against you, the tip resting directly on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a loud gasp, your body arching involuntarily as the vibrations went to work on your sensitive flesh. It was almost too much, the toy was so damn powerful, and you could feel the heat building up within you again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as Jongho watched your reactions intently.

As the toy continued to buzz against your sensitive flesh, Jongho unexpectedly leaned down and pressed his mouth against your core again, his tongue darting out and licking your bud. "Mmm, you taste so good," he murmured against your flesh, before closing his teeth softly over your lower lip, sucking and pulling on it gently. 

"You're so sensitive and tender right now, I could just eat you up," he said, lifting his head in order to look up at your face, his eyes roaming over your flushed cheeks and panting lips.

"No...no...not there... I can't take it...ahhh~~"

"Oh, you can take it, baby girl," he replied, his voice dark and demanding. "You can take it and you will take it, because I'm not done with you yet. I won't be done until you're a mindless, quivering mess."

Jongho shifted the toy slightly, adjusting the angle of the vibrations, and continued to move it in gentle, torturous circles against your sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves. "One more…baby…come for me one more time. Can you give me one more?" With a flick of his wrist, the toy suddenly kicked into an even higher intensity, the vibrations more powerful than before. Your body jolted involuntarily, and you let out a sharp cry as the sensations overwhelmed you.

"Hm…please…sir…I–fuck…mmph…!!" 

"Come for me…let go for me…" 

His thumb moved, flicking the toy to the highest setting, the powerful vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. Your legs were shaking, your head thrown back, and your body was quivering, the tension coiled so tight you felt. 

The room was suddenly filled with the sound of your ragged moans as Jongho's mouth and tongue attacked you with an intensity that steals the breath from your lungs. There was no gentleness in his movements, no soft, slow build-up. He's relentless, his hands holding your legs apart, giving him complete access. He devoured you like a man starved, his tongue tracing dizzying circles and flicking against your sensitive flesh with an intoxicating rhythm. 

His dark, smoldering eyes lock onto yours, observing every flicker of pleasure that crosses your face. He continued his assault on your sensitive flesh, his tongue working in tight, quick circles around your swollen bud, before moving down to lap at your entrance, pushing in his hot, soft tip inside. 

"Shittttt!!Fuck!!" As your body convulsed and trembled through your release, Jongho pulled back, his mouth leaving you with a lewd, wet sound. He sat on his heels, watching you panting and shivering in the aftermath, his own breaths coming in short gasps.

He ran his hand over his face, wiping away the wetness from his mouth and chin, before leaning down to press his forehead on your thigh. "Damn, baby girl...the sounds you make." He left a soft kiss on your soaked clit, making you whine at overstimulation. An evil smirk tugged on his lips, he slowly untied your ankles and wrists, carefully moving them off the bed and massaging the reddened skin where the bounds had pressed into you. 

"Hurt?" 

"No…" You shook your head and he dropped a kiss on your lips. 

"I know you like it…" In an instant, before you had a chance to respond, he swiftly turned you onto your stomach, pressing your wrists against your spine. A startled gasp slipped from your lips as you sensed the rope being tightened around your wrists once more.

"Jong…Jongho…" 

His hand moved up to your throat, his fingers gently but firmly wrapping around your neck, holding you in place. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who is in command here. He leaned over you, his bare chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "Shhh…don't struggle," 

The rope was soft but firm, binding your ankles tightly together. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was definitely restraining. And as Jongho moved up your legs and to your upper thighs, the rope became even tighter. You couldn't move or spread your legs at all, and as Jongho finished securing the final knot, you felt completely immobilized, helpless, and at his mercy.

Jongho pulled your hips up, your ass up in the air, putting your sensitive parts on full display for him. You could hear him shift behind you, the sound of a bottle being opened and liquid being poured out. His hand gently ran over your exposed backside, and then suddenly, his hand was gone, only to be replaced by the feeling of something cold and wet being spread over your tight entrance. He was prepping you, with his fingers and some lube, to take him. 

"Ready, baby girl?" You could only nod. 

"Answer me," he commanded, "Say you're ready for me."

"Yes…I'm ready…" 

"Ready for the punishment…love…I won't be gentle…" The sound of the bottle shutting and being put away was followed by the faint, almost inaudible sound of fabric being shifted, and then you felt the bed dip behind you. "You're going to take everything I give you, understand?"

"Yes...I understand."

"Good," he said, his hands tightening their grip on your hips. "Because I'm not going to stop, even if you beg me to." Jongho positioned himself right behind you, the head of his swollen, hard length pressed against your entrance. Without a warning, he suddenly slammed his full length into you, the force of it causing you to cry out and arch your back off the bed. There was no pause, no waiting for you to adjust, just the hard, relentless pace of his hips as he pounded into you from behind. He was ruthless, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you back to meet each brutal thrust. 

"This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be punished…to be taught a lesson…" His hands moved to your shoulders, pulling you up until your back was flush against his chest. You were completely enveloped by his body, your head lolling back against his shoulder. "And you'll do as I say from now on. No more running late, no more ignoring my calls, no more disobeying."

"Next time you're late, I'll keep you like this all night, until you can't walk straight." His pace grew even more punishing, each Thrust sending a rush of pain and pleasure through your body. "Understood?" he growled, his mouth moving to your ear, his hips still relentless in their motion.

"Y-yes... understood... I'm sorry…sir."

"You will be sorry," his hand moved from your hip to your chin, turning your head to the side so he could look into your eyes. "And you will be sorry tomorrow when you're sore and aching…you'll be sorry for days, until you feel my punishment on you every time you move."

Another hard thrust had you keening and arching your back, your legs instinctively trying to close and thrash, only to be met by the tight, unyielding knots of the rope. He chuckled breathlessly, enjoying the way you struggled against the binds. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck again. "You're such a little pain slut, aren't you?"His other hand slid down your front, pausing to caress one of your stiffening nipples, before moving further down. You felt his knuckles brush against your sensitive bud. "My pretty little pain slut, that's what you are…and you love it, don't you? You love being punished…you love being hurt by me…don't you, love?"

"Y…yes…I love it…I love being your pain slut…I love being dominated and punished by you…" 

"That's what I wanted to hear." With those words, he pushed you back forward, his hand on your hip as he increased his pace again, slamming into you relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of your breathless moans, and his grunts of pleasure. His hand moved to the back of your neck, applying pressure so that your face was pressed against the pillow, muffling your moans. "You like being full, don't you? My cock stretching you out, filling you up…my pretty little pain slut, that's what you are, taking my punishment so well."

He loved the way you took his every word, the way you didn't resist, the way you compiled so beautifully. It awakened a primal, possessive need in him, a need to mark you, to claim you as his.

His hand snaked around your hip, seeking out your throbbing, sensitive bundle. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you ache with pleasure. As he continued his punishing pace, his fingers found your bud, teasing and flicking it.

"Ahhh…fuck…" Your hips automatically pushed back, wanting to leave his touch. But he thrust forward, his palm flattering firmly on your bud. The more you struggled, the harder he plugged in. "No no no, love." His hand moved away from your bud and grabbed your hip, holding you in place. "You don't get to run away, my love."

Jongho's hands reached for something you couldn't see, something that sent a new dose of excitement through your veins. Then another click and a soft whir, and you felt the familiar, torturous vibration against your folds. It was harder, closer, stronger. You tried to look back at him, to see what he was doing, but his hand moved to the back of your neck, pinning your face down against the pillow.

"Stay still, love." He placed the new toy firmly on your swollen clit. "Eyes front," he ordered, his fingers tightening in your hair. "No looking." Then, without any warning, he suddenly increased the speed of the vibrator, the intensity now so much more intense. He could feel your legs straining against the bindings again, trying to close, to find some kind of relief, but they were held firmly in place.

Everything was overwhelming. The vibration kept sending a wave of pleasure to your whole body while his thrust was purposeful and brutal. He made sure you felt every vein, every hit, every rub. All you could hear were messy moans and the sound of slapping skin bouncing off the walls, masking any noise outside. It was too much, and yet, you loved every second of it.

His hand pulled your head back, and you felt the sting of pain as your hair was pulled taut. But it was a good sting, one that mixed with the pleasure and heightened your senses. Your neck was exposed, bared to him, and you could feel his lips on your skin, kissing and marking you as his.

Your body felt as if it were on the brink of breaking. Every nerve sizzled with pleasure and sensations, the overwhelming intensity of it all building and building. You could feel Jongho's pace becoming more erratic, his breathing more labored and his grip on your tighter, more desperate. He was close, very close, and you were too. It was like a storm, building and gathering power until it finally reached its peak.

Suddenly, you hit the peak, a loud moan leaving your lips as your body arched. The juices soaked the tip of the toy, and even your thighs. Jongho's hands held you close, keeping you tethered as he reached his own peak, his rhythm faltering and his own breaths coming in gasps.

His body shuddered against yours, his arms encircling you, holding you tightly. For a long moment, you both lay together, sweaty and breathless, trying to catch your breath. His lips were at your neck, peppering your skin with soft, lazy kisses, his body still resting on top of yours.

"Don't miss my call and go out so late... you made me worry to death," He murmured, his voice low and soft, still a little breathless. He shifted slightly, his chest rising and falling against your back as he tried to catch his breath. "You're lucky I'm still letting you off easy," he said, his voice a bit huskier as he slowly untied the knots. His hands were gentle as he unraveled each tight loop, releasing your wrists from their binds.

"Sorry...love...I won't do it next time."

"You better not," he replied, his voice still deep and commanding, but there was an underlying softness now, a hint of his concern and love for you. Once the last knot was untied, he gently took your wrists into his hands, bringing them up to his lips. He pressed kissed against the sensitive skin, the places where the rope had left light marks.

"Clean up?" You nodded with a tired smile, letting him scoop you up easily. Well...you know this won't be the last time. 

Because you love it so much.

tag list: @angelsaway, @yeosangcutie0615, @monsta-x-jagi, @sunnysidesins, @xidkkk

[capitalisticveins]

EA SPOILERS

LIVE reaction for the pack smash tourney remix. This will be updated as I watch to avoid spam and useless posts, so come back later to see more under here until i finish

VINCENT AND LOVELY‼️‼️ im so happy theyre making friends

BULLSHIT FIRST MATCH‼️‼️‼️ Darlin’ HAD THAT HOW TF DID THEY LOSE

kmg my stomach hurts so much

Lovely being ridley was something I never expected

LOVELY’S OFF MAP MASSACRE WAS CINEMAAAAAAA they deserved to win that

SAM WINNING THE DESPERADO?? Character development. But its crazy that Sweetheart went from bring 2nd place overall in last year’s game to one of the first ones out here

You can HEAR the smile in sam’s voice when he won, it was so cute😭

I was shitting for 30 minutes help

DAVID VS SAM? Pack it upppp

I DID NAWWWT EXPECT A SAM WITH THERE

THATS MY MAAAAAAAP

The way Vincent trash talks Milo is sexy and i dont want criticism

BULLSHIT MATCH VINCENT HAD THAT

I look away for 2 seconds to drink out of my water bottle and Baabe’s about to 3 stock Darlin’ omg

THAT WAS STUPID WHY IS ASHER MAKING IT SO FAR

Lovely wasted all their aura with the offscreen massacre in the qualifiers, their bout with Asher was so embarrassing jogrnijgengjwrognwrjo HOW DO U GET WHIPPED BY ASHER

SAM SOUNDS SO CUTE IN THIS AUDIO ITS KILLING ME😭 “I get to see it twice😃???”and hes basically shit talking Milo and you can HEAR the smile in his voice NUIEWFNOUUWRFN

“I wanna be mad but he’s so earnestly happy” EXACTLYYY

Oh my god Sam might actually win this whole thing

Of course, the only one who could beat Asher is the only other true gamer in the building, aka his spouse

Is it bad I lowkey want Sam to win?

“The apple of my eyeeee the cream in my coffeeeeee” GUY???

This is a crazy last match. Everytime Baabe kills Sam he kills them back without taking damage, so no ones ever in the lead. This goes so hard bro

OH MY GOD THE MAD MAN DID IT

AFTER HAVING AN ENTIRE AUDIO ABOUT HIM SUCKING AT SMASH BROS, NOT KNOWING WAS A RECOVERY IS, AND BEING THE FIRST ONE TO LOSE IN LAST YEAR’S TOURNEY, SAM FUCKING WINS THE WHOLE SHEBANG THIS YEAR, I CANT BELIEVE THIS ITS FUCKING CINEMAAAAAAA

David’s and Milo’s “everything?“ Were both entirely different. Milo’s “everything? Was said more like “Oh my god he hears us that’s embarrassing” but DAVID’S was like “…Oh fuck” Like he knows Sam is mortified and the way he bends Angel he”d be too if he was Sam

OKAY VIDS OVER so this will be the last addition, 9/10 tourney, Sam’s growth was hilarious and Vincent and Lovely heing here just to immediately die was insane

[dingodad]

Do you ever think about how Homestuck connects male homosexuality to misogyny? I think this relates to how Homestuck treats gender as a whole but I haven't connected the dots yet. What do you think?

homestuck absolutely plays with the classical tradition of Platonic homosexuality wherein women are always secondary to relationships between men. (Dirk's fascination with classical philosophy even comes close to making the allusion explicit.) one could - and indeed some have - comment on the negative way this reflects on homestuck's gay characters overall; but in the interest of fairness, it's not like homestuck is necessarily bloated with heterosexual guys who have a lot of respect for women, either. because like you say the comic's approach to sexuality goes hand in hand with the class-based approach to gender i refer to in my terezi post; we should not think of the characters' sexualities thru the lens of identity politics but rather as a relationship to power dynamics.

as the cherubs so often are, Caliborn is this concept distilled to its most overt and easily identifiable form. because he comes from a race which is by its fundamental nature heterosexual; even subtracting our own (or Aranea's) preconceptions about maleness and femaleness, the entire mythological purpose of the cherubs is steeped in this sexual struggle between two opposing cosmic forces. but we also understand that, even though cherubs need to form heterosexual couplings to procreate, cherub women and men don't actually like each other - they approach each other with hatred and animosity justified as "black romance". and this is clearly reflected in Caliborn's own behaviour: he's ready and eager to treat women as sex objects (or at least, to weaponise sex in aim of objectifying them), but he's clearly not someone who 'likes women'. Caliborn is gay! all of the relationships he assigns any value to are with other men! it's the same logic by which Scratch can sincerely claim to be "asexual" in the face of accusations of grooming - the presence or absence of sex in the relationship ultimately is not relevant. only power is.

it spawned a little bit of controversy in the group chat when I similarly tried to assert that Equius is a "gay" character. he pursues women sexually, yes - but his whole relationship to women is tied up in this complex of genderacial superiority, and with his final breath he proves that his life's purpose is really in service of upholding the power of the men above him. his love for men comes before his like for women, always.

beautifulyounglady and Marilyn Frye will always have put it best, though:

Choosing the boys over a woman is so gay that even real homosexuals don't do that shit. Straight men are in the true cult of the cock, gay men are just normal men that have sex with men.

"To say that straight men are heterosexual is only to say that they engage in sex (fucking exclusively with the other sex, i.e., women). All or almost all of that which pertains to love, most straight men reserve exclusively for other men. [...] Heterosexual male culture is homoerotic; it is man-loving." --Marilyn Frye, The Politics of Reality, pages 134-135

POST IS LONG and my response to the next part of the ask about gamzee is more speculative so i'm putting it under here 👇

Gamzee absolutely fits into the established mould - for all his characteristic objectification of women, he rarely if ever seems to show them any affection. that being said, I don't know if he's inversely "man-loving" enough to be identified as homosexual in the same way Equius or Caliborn are? I suppose there are a couple of rare examples of male affection from Gamzee - toward Karkat as a moirail, or Tavros as a severed head - but even these are characterised by exercises of power... my instinct is to compare him to Scratch in this respect: sex is within his arsenal of power plays, but submission isn't in the same way it is for Equius or even for Caliborn (who frequently fixates on the men prophesied to usurp him in battle), because it's only ever with the aim of elevating himself.

which I suppose is his position as the highest echelon of Alternian masculinity - a true alpha male, as compared to the chronically beta Equius. he - or his caste - is after all the very ideal which the troll patriarchy seeks to uphold; when even other men are beneath him, "man-loving" becomes synonymous with elevating himself. to this end, it might not even matter to Gamzee whether Terezi is a boy or a girl - the way it matters to other misogynic forces like Eridan - because male-servant and female-servant are relationally the same to him? if we wanted to get really in the weeds analysing the Gamzee-Terezi relationship psychosexually, it could be that positioning her as masculine legislacerator, as his ancestor did to Latula, is part of the power-play.

his later relationship with Jane, who similarly exerts masculine authority, could be taken as illustrative of this same tendency - on the complete other hand, the parent-play at work in their relationship suggests the contrary? having never had someone "above him" (a lusus OR an immediate superior on the genderacial spectrum), for Gamzee to position a lover as a mother figure is ALSO a kind of power-play.

THE NUANCES OF THE CLOWN MIND TRULY BOGGLE

[greytoafawlt]

thank you for this! i need something to keep my occupied rn

three ships i like: quite frankly, I don’t really participate in shipping all that much (a combination of my aroace nature and my more technical fascination of media). maybe some ships i don’t mind are like… troy and abed from community or the doctor and the master from doctor who

first ever ship: probably something musical based because that was my first real fandom so either treebros from deh or boyf riends from bmc

last song i listened to: according to spotify, ‘the absolute state of the union’ by the narcissist’s cookbook which is essentially a song where a british bloke rants about politics + social justice for 12mins (it’s great)

favourite childhood book: OMG OMG i have a few, so definitely the lion the witch and the wardrobe, cause i think i read that book more times than any other book in my childhood but also the little prince, because i remember being fascinated by that book to the point that before i could read i would pretend to read that book and look at all the pictures and such. Also the grug books.

currently reading: literally the moment i finish this post i am going to finish beloved by toni morrison which is a great book and i totally recommend it. without spoiling anything it’s about being a mother during slavery + the impacts that situation has on a personal, familial and community level

currently watching: in terms of traditional tv, im watching ‘one day’ which is a Netflix romance series for a friend of mine (she love the show so much and wants to talk about it with me) but also i am slowly but surely making my way through all 135 shoot from the hip livestreams from home (im about 60 streams in)

currently craving: sleep. im tired man.

currently consuming: i just finished like.. a whole bag of those ferrero rocher easter eggs, which were yummy but probably too many

pets: worlds goodest dog!! she is a beautiful golden retriever-lab cross and her name is Indi. she likes long walks on the beach and despite having her for 2 years now we are still yet to find a chew she doesn’t demolish in seconds

npt: @le-velo-pour-dru @snek-of-eden @booksinstacks and anyone else who wants to, i can’t think of names because im tired and still need to do my duolingo before bed

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1. Three ships I like: jegulus (marauders), anderperry (dead poets society), narlie (heartstopper)

2. First ship ever: idk, probably Rapunzel and Flynn Rider

3. Last song you listened to: Kill For You - Gigi Perez

4. Fav childhood book: The Magic Faraway Tree - Enid Blyton

5. Currently reading: The King's Men - Nora Sakavic

6. Currently watching: Greys Anatomy

7. Currently craving: Dominoes pizza

8. Currently consuming: just had some water

9. Pets: I'm not allowed pets where I live, but I have a cat back home

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[accio-victuuri]

March 2025 CPNs round-up ❤️💛💚

• a compilation post i translated of assorted fake stories from the past

• same calloused hands lol

• xz vacation pics on ig seem to cue mermaid/intercross

• the fact that wyb was supposed to fly out friday night 3/7 but no one saw him. we only got a clue from a stylist. which made us all think that if he doesn’t want to be seen he won’t be. so it kinda gives some weight to all our speculation that he goes to some places when he wants to — specifically, when he wants to be with xz and vice versa. i think even his flight details were not leaked. good for him. i really love how he goes out of his way to be private and at the same time not cause commotion at the airport. i know usually brands encourage this for exposure, but i’m glad that wyb said no. now that i think about it, something similar happened to xz. no more crowds and mob at the airport. i love how they are aligned with how they approach their status & influence. always making sure to not cause some disturbance.

• lacoste pfw clowning 🐊 - mostly about their same hair and photo composition from their studios & other coincidences

• loewe clowning - mushrooms and carrots! 😂😂😂

lemme just add here that i don’t understand the fixation with the carrots. it’s even on the caption, both yibo-official and over at instagram. i can’t help but think that it has something to do with our bunny xiao.

i think if it’s relevant, we will see it again 👀 there are other vegetables there, so why fixate on it? and the fact that they bought the carrots. fans saw it on oliverjune’s post, he had a shopping cart and you can see the baguette and the carrots among other things.

also look at them with their leica 📸

there is also some conversation about the theme they got going on for their photos. even if they both wear shades and some photography/editing choices are similar ( take note yibo’s is by oliverjune-warmstudio ) — the overall feel is different. yibo was leaning more towards the cactus, vegetable and greens. while gg was more of the colors and roses. i think it totally represents their personalities.

not to go into the whole “gg is the girl” mindset. not at all. it’s just their personality and their preference. it is what they are drawn too. we love to it! tho they have a lot of similarities, you can still their individuality.

• matching tulips 🌷 - this is a lot to handle. they are so loud. 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ why? why? why tulips and that close? you would think yibo will avoid it cause he knows he will be accused of copying gg or whatever but he still did it.

WORLD DOMINATION FOR OUR BOYS 💕🙌🏼

• YIBO GOING TO SPAIN after his PFW excursion. Take note, XZ also went to spain after MFW. Lol. they went to the same place! I wish they could go together someday 💕 this is up for debate cause some say it’s just an IP linked to Loewe weibo.

• 3/14/2025 candies! a puppy with his bone necklace and all the red, green and yellow

• there was a video that was never seen before of xz explaining some paintings and it includes van gogh’s sunflowers. people are saying it appears to be 2019 xz during OOL time. and some are saying it aligns with the whole yibo visiting the national portrait gallery to look at the same painting during this time.

• WX shirt logo

• some xzs vlog in europe episode 1 candies

• 3/21 tarot card reading

• a cute snowman in yibo’s glacier documentary looks similar to something xz made

• i’ll just add this here cause i briefly reacted to it on my blog then deleted cause i didn’t want that energy on main. so basically, a “paparazzi” who does blind item comics posted one that said there was an A list star in his 30s that was in a relationship with his female manager. Netizens guessed XZ. and shrimps were putting the blame on WYB who was not even in his 30s. lol. then the clarification account related to XZS posted that it’s not true and that XZ is single.

this has always been an anti rhetoric, that XZ is dating his manager. i guess, even if it was male, there will still be a relationship rumor. it’s a common rumor to pass around. as a cpf, i just roll my eyes at that. i know it’s easy to question things cause antis really do make a convincing argument with their bullshit “clues” but if you are a rational human being you will know better.

• oranges!!!!! xz’s is a ralph lauren ad released 0323 and bobo’s is jeanswest 0324 🍊🍊🍊

• yibo official leaves a cpf flag and then edits it

i guess it depends on who is looking and what they want people to see. because spotted in evisu’s short film docu, you can see a cpf’s bjyx phone case 😋

• a zhanbi-bobo umbrella during the race lol

and that’s it! i try my best to pack in as much as i can — with candies that are largely talked about and makes sense. anything can be “cpn” if you clown hard enough so i only include what i personally see as significant ones. 💛 see you next month!

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[xo-adeline]

"I have you in mind, so it won't take so long..."

⋆°• ☁︎ - Playing Split Fiction with them!

Feat. Idia Shroud, Pan Nikos, and Peyn Algos

AN: Pan Nikos and Peyn Algos are both owned by @kokii-omii !

The new game, Split Fiction, had just come out, and knowing that your boyfriend had dabbled in these types of games you had decided to google about it, and eventually ended up getting the game so the both of you could play it together. As you quickly figured out it was by the same people who had made another game, one that was described to be a game where the person you played with would be with you forever. And with that thought in mind, you asked him to play, assuming that it would follow the same cute yet sad storyline, and would ultimately be something that would end up bringing you closer than before. Little did past you know, that couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

Idia Shroud

Of course when there was a mention of the new game he was a little intrigued, it wasn’t like the normal gacha games that he played, but it had been something that many of his online friends were raving about and even the amount of posts he saw online of people trying to get somebody to play with them. The next time that you had saw him there was a subtle, but also persistent tone when he came up to you and asked about potentially playing the game with him. He had seen some of the scenes online and had been waiting for the right time to ask you and play it together. Along with the research he had done on the internet, saying it was a really great multiplayer game to play with somebody that you cared about. All would’ve gone good in the end, right?

Wrong.

You had finally gotten to a side story in the game, one where you had to work together and throw a bomb back and forth before it exploded. Which would have been fine, if you didn’t keep dying every time Idia needed to throw the bomb, or vice versa. It seemed every time one of you was ready and at a part where you could throw it back, the other person had exploded into blue sparkles on the other side of the map. Leaving you/Idia alone with the bomb in your hand. This had gone on for at least 15 minutes. And now you both were trying to come up with some way that this would work, and yet low and behold it only ended up in you both yelling at each other when you needed to be ready to pass it, did it work?

No.

But luckily before long you two realized how stupid you must’ve sounded yelling at each other about a fictional bomb and ended up just laughing it off and working out a much easier strategy to be able to make it across and finish the side story before you two murdered each other. You both decided to take a break after that, maybe get a few snacks and just calm down while laughing about the whole experience.

Maybe that side quest wasn’t the best for couples, or maybe it was, just as a blessing in disguise.

Pan Nikos

There was a tension in the air already from when you had started the game, having to rely on each other was not something that went very well in Pan’s book, yet you had made it this far. The game so far was pretty serious, mentioning even sad topics and while still in the beginning part of the game there was a lot of unanswered questions as the two of you had found a place to get away from the main world and into one of the other characters side stories. It was the second one you had come across and were excited seeing the outside, noticing the farm like features both your minds started to wander into thinking you could have been cowboys or something of that sort. Nothing could have prepared you for the absolute insanity that you were about to face.

When you had loaded into the story it had taken a minute for both of you to realize that instead of people both characters had taken shape of pigs on the screen. You had started laughing as Pan looked confused, and it only got worse when you had started to move around the area enjoying the new characters just to realize that there was new abilities as well. The shock on Pen’s face and your laugher only became more prominent when you had realized that out of nowhere Pen’s pig could become a spring and yours, for some unknown reason, could fart rainbows. Was this game even serious???

Only to finally start to explore more, getting through the main part of the story and where you two thought that you were finally finished only to both gasp as the pigs had been killed and turned into… hotdogs.

There was no way this game was serious.

Pan had an even more defined look of shock as you fell over laughing, there was no way that what you thought was gonna be a tragic death just turned into another part of the story. And not only was this the most ridiculous thing you had even seen the story had even found a way to make it more ridiculous. Cooking yourself, and putting condiments just to be eaten as the ending was what really took the cake.

It's safe to say Pen had to take a break after that one, and maybe you did as well. There was no way you could laugh this much, as both the game and the blue-haired male's facial expressions were good for you.

Peyn Algos

This was one of the first times that you and Peyn had ever been able to actually sit down and play a video game. Despite being in Ignihyde there wasn’t an interest in Peyn’s eyes to sit and waste away a bunch of time on video games, of course here and there he wouldn’t mind but there was so many other things that he could have been doing that there really was no reason. So the shock that not even you felt when he had made it this far into a video game with you. I mean hours upon hours had been spent playing this and yet here he was, still willing to sit and play with you just because you had expressed an interest in it and needed somebody who would play it with you.

Luckily, at this point both of you had been getting a little to sidetracked with the dragons and when you had noticed a side story at one of the stops you couldn’t help but check it out. Peyn had liked more of the sci-fi stuff so he was more excited when he realized that it would be one of those side stories. When both of you had loaded into the game you were expecting something hard and as crazy as before, mostly using teamwork to get through it, but low and behold, this one was an independent challenge, and before even looking at each other you both had one thought on the mind.

I need to win this.

And then it started, the constant trying to flip more times then the other person, watching the scores, and even some sort of sabotage - whether it was Peyn trying to cover your eyes, or you grabbing the controller out of his hand - but in the end, you had still won.

Of course, much to Peyn’s dismay, which then brought up another point.

“Woah, woah, woah, why are you only good when trying to beat me?! You’ve been failing left and right the whole rest of the time!”

To which you could only laugh as the both of you were teleported out of the side story, and back into the main story. Your characters picking back up their dragons as you tried to get Peyn to be a little less upset.

Maybe was there a fact that he wasn’t trying as hard as he possibly could have to give you a chance. He was pretty competitive after all but maybe he liked you more then he liked winning.

[harrysgal]

I DIG YOUR CINEMA (12)

harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker — social media AU

About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. She’s also a fan of Harry’s music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.

Disclaimer: The story it’s set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I won’t be basing myself on Harry’s actual posts.

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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 12) — STILL IN NYC

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yourinstagram nyc this is not a drill: my favorite person in the whole wide world is here and even tho she’s just arrived she’s not wasting any time!! i mean ive barely recovered from how freaking good the show was but im already out here having yet another greatest night thanks to her. god i missed you ＠bestfriend lets find you a fake job too so you never leave my side okay? okay love youuuuuuu  

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bestfriend COUNTDOWN IS OVERRRRRR bestfriend WE FINALLY MEET AGAINNNNN  bestfriend WHERE IS MY PIZZAAAAAA user3 the chaotic energy i get from these two is so healing istg  harrystyles I feel betrayed

↳ yourinstagram no boys allowed when it’s girls night ↳ bestfriend you’re invited next time tho we’ll make an exception

harryfan1 harry can you please just follow her already ftlog you’re here all the time anyway  harryfan5 aaaaaaaa it happened it finally happened!! user1 omg I’m so happy for you, so excited! I guess this means she’s going to the second show, right? 🤩 harryfan3 OKAY BUT I NEED TO KNOW ＠bestfriend did you meet harry already or?? I mean how was it are you okay did you fangirl PLS SHARE user2 is ＠bestfriend getting her own short video like your mom did? 

↳ harryfan7 omg that’s so true I remember when that came up she was doing those videos all the time and now we haven’t gotten one in so long 😭

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ynupdates Hey guys! As many of you already know, ＠bestfriend turned her ig private right when Yn joined Harry Styles on tour and her number of followers it’s pretty low.

Luckily for us, as soon as we created the account and started posting about Yn, she followed us. We were only able to follow her back after a little while, but since then we’ve been able not only to stay in touch with her but also to keep up with her posts.

All this time we’ve been very supportive and respectful of her privacy and never shared any pictures or information related to Yn (or even mentioned anything existed in the first place). 

This weekend, though, the two best friends are finally reunited ❤️ it was a surprise for all of us, and the excitement we felt when we saw these stories was really hard to contain. So… We reached out to ＠bestfriend and asked if we could share these with you — to which she very kindly said yes! (if we promised to cover yn’s face, of course)

With that being said, we hope you enjoy these glimpses posted by Yn’s best friend during the day. Pictures include them sightseeing in NYC this morning, the cutest pose by the one and only Harry Styles, a cake from backstage at the Madison Square Garden, and Yn doing her job right before the show! 

We’re so happy and so thankful that we get to freak out about all this with you! Share your thoughts with us, and let’s show our love to the coolest best friend who is also the most supportive we’ve ever seen! 

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user1 ahhh!! I follow her too and I freak out every time I see anything. I’m so happy to know she was okay with you guys sharing this ❤️ user2 uh-oh… this place is about to get so crowded… harryfan1 oh my goodness look at him???!??!???? harryfan3 they’re all hanging out together?! I need more details pls user3 let me innnnnnnn  user4 everyone say THANK YOU BESTIE

↳ user5 THANK YOU BESTIE ↳ harryfan5 THANK YOU BESTIE 

user6 I’m not a fan of Harry Styles but damn he looks hot harryfan7 guys I’m so jealous I wanna follow her too :(((( harryfan9 okay but what if she posts about the show?? and more pictures of him?? will you share everything with us???

↳ harryfan11 say yes please ↳ ynupdates only if she’s okay with it :) we will never share anything without her consent! 

harryfan13 real talk now: how many secrets have you been keeping all to yourself since you’ve followed her?

↳ ynupdates 🫣🤐

ynrryfan THOSE ARE MY PARENTS AND MY MOTHER  ynrryfan THANK YOU ＠bestfriend WE LOVE YOU ynrry THANK YOU ＠ynupdates WE LOVE YOU TOO harryfan8 ???? wtf 

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yourinstagram second show in nyc is over guys 🥺 

gosh im supposed to be out celebrating rn but ive been in my hotel room staring and smiling at the only two pics i took tonight. i honestly cant believe how genuinely happy i feel. i never tried to hide how much i love harry’s music, or how to be able to watch him perform my favorite songs every night is a dream come true for me. but then to be there with ＠bestfriend singing and dancing to OUR favorite songs is something so extraordinary i cant even imagine putting it into words. she was there when i needed someone to push me so i finally started posting videos on youtube, she cheered me on, and she supported me all the way through every achievement. but above all that, she was also there when i was going through the lowest period of my life. when i didnt want to leave my bed and when i could barely recognize myself anymore. she was there and she never let go of my hand. just like she still wont let go of it until this day. life isnt perfect and not every day is the happiest, but every day i feel the luckiest for having such an amazing friend next to me. ily bestie and thank you for sharing this moment with me!

also and finally (before someone comes knocking on my door and yelling at me for how late i am…….), i just wanna warn you that i’ll be the most annoyingly happy person in nyc tonight. i had the greatest time of my life and im so over the moon that im not the least embarrassed of being this emotional or this dramatic or this unbothered by my silly grammar and punctuation!! lol all jokes aside these people around me make me smile everyday and there’s nothing but gratitude and love towards them. thank you thank you thank you. to all of you. my favorite fake friends. you smashed it tonight and im sure madison square garden had never seen such talented gorgeous wonderful people take over a stage like you did the past two days. im proud and ily all. 

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bestfriend shut up bestfriend did we just post pictures of the same moment? bestfriend we so did! bestfriend ugh i love you so much there are no words to describe it bestfriend my fav song was even included on the set list i feel like i won the lottery or something  lookitsnyoh there’s nothing but gratitude and love towards you, too 🧚 pillowpersonpp Let’s cheers to that tonight! user1 ahh, i love your friendship! user1 also i just remembered when you bought harry’s album with your first paycheck and you mentioned something about your ex being jealous so he didn’t want you to buy it? 

↳ harryfan55 wait, what? Where did you see that? ↳ user1 she posted about it months ago  ↳ bestfriend hahahaha ↳ bestfriend thats so true and im so drinking to that tonight

annetwist ❤️ harryfan4 I’m sorry (I’m not) but there’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind about you ynrryfan this tour is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me harryfan5 please never change harryfan7 wheres harry am i finally here before him???

↳ harryfan9 lol im afraid he only liked the post this time

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PART 13 — (soon)

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Tag list: @tchlamqtsgf @theekyliepage @deamus-liv @hotchnersangel @gem1712 @firelordzu @stylessbean @this-is-tiny-mia — PLEASE READ: I’ll only add to the next tag list those who interact with this post. I hope you understand, thank you for your excitement. 

[fir-fireweed]

Hey there, Fir!

I've always seen these fun "How would the ROs react if...?" asks and I wanted to try asking one myself!

How would each RO behave if the MC became sick and bedridden? And how would they react to the MC trying to pretend they're not as sick as they actually are?

Thanks for the awesome story, you're one of my favorite IF authors! 💜💜

Hi Power! 👋 I always love seeing your name pop up and I appreciate you so much! Thank you! ❤️

Calliope would absolutely fuss over you nonstop. She’d make you soup (don’t eat it. Whatever malady you have is better than what you’d get after eating her food. Trust me on this). She’d stay by your side the whole time and talk to you to distract you, but she’d also whisper while doing so, so you can rest if need be. She’d make little flying gyroscopes to whizz about your room while you’re convalescing. And if you tried to assure her you’re fine, she wouldn’t believe a word of it, and become even more of a mother hen. She’d tell you that you deserve to take it easy and have someone take care of you.

Corinne’s bedside manner isn’t the greatest, even if you’re in a relationship. She knows this about herself, and so she’d focus on what she can do for you. She’d bring you medicine, cook for you (her food is safe, she’s actually a good cook), tuck you in, wash your face and hands with a washcloth. She’d do all this with very few words, but her concern would be evident in the tender way she cares for you. Her duties would keep her from staying by your side, but she’d check in on you often. She’d also post a guard outside your room; partly to dissuade others from visiting you so you can rest, but also because she knows you’d insist you’re fine and try to leave.

Vicente would take care of you, also with few words, and an even worse bedside manner. He’d have a perpetual scowl—not because he’d mind caring for you, but because he can’t immediately fix you, and it’d frustrate him. He’d sleep in a chair by your bed. He wouldn’t trust another to give you medicine. That anime trope with one character taking the medicine and water and feeding it to another? Yep, that’s him. And if you insisted you were fine and tried to get up, he’d let you. He’d follow you closely and when you inevitably faint or become dizzy, he’d catch you and carry you back to bed.

Bayram would crack jokes and try to lift your spirits, but honestly, he’d feel a little out of his depth. He’d stay with you as much as possible, though he’d slip out from time to time, maybe take a swim to clear his mind. But his concern for you would eat away at him if he were alone too long, and he’d come right back. He’d be at a loss as to how to care for you, but he’d play his flute for you and be the best damn pillow you could ever ask for. And if you insisted you were fine and tried to get up, he’d wrestle you back down into the bed.

Thanks for the ask!

[frostedpuffs]

something ive noticed in many discord servers (not exclusive to any particular kind) is that people will pop in, send their art, and pop out. nothing wrong with that i suppose - but isn't the purpose of a discord server engagement? i don't know. if im about to go send my art in a discord server, i make sure i always at least reply to the person who sent art before me by leaving a compliment or something. it just feels so rude to ignore someone else's work in favor of posting my own.

i think it should be common courtesy to at least leave some sort of comment toward the person who shared their work before you - especially if nobody else has said anything yet.

the core purpose of a fandom in itself is engaging with other fans. and i think that's why fandom as a whole feels so much less alive than it did five, ten years ago... because people simply stop engaging with others in favor of just... sharing their own work.

i guess i understand why. everyone wants that gratification. i get it, and i've been guilty of the same before. but at the same time, it makes me a little sad to see someone share art in a server, and then within a few minutes, someone else shares theirs, and so on, with all the art just getting buried without a shred of encouragement

i think maybe as a whole people should try to do better about leaving nice comments on things. (this is not me saying you absolutely have to, especially if you cannot think of something to say.) but i think it'd make fandoms a slightly better place if engagement were more common again. reply to that person's artwork, leave a comment on that fic, give a little something. even a simple "this is pretty" could really make someone's day, yknow??