#but yeah i get kinda distracted with the idea of him when i'm supposed to be relaxing while listening to music

[cookiesandbiscuits]

While I love Ikemen Vampire and its characters, I do low-key hate the way it altered my brain permanently (lighthearted)

I was listening to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik earlier to wind down (I'm a fan of irl Mozart), and I thought: "Wow, Mozart is really amazing for making this music."

And instantly, my mind brought up the Ikevamp version of Mozart despite me talking about irl Mozart.

I cannot listen to his music anymore without thinking about the character based on him 😭

Me to this guy:

"My darling prickly pear.... I love you very much but please stop haunting my mind so randomly!"

[chrisgirly4l]

Fantasies

dom C.S x sub reader

summary- Chris finds out about your sexual fantasies with him in your journal.

Word count- 1033

a/n- This is my first fanfic I've ever written so I'm sorry if it isn't good I tried lol.

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"y/n, for this project you will be partners with Christopher" your English teacher says with a smirk on her face, almost like she did this on purpose. Putting the quiet girl with the most popular guy in school.

Chris looks at you from across the classroom as his friends laugh and make fun of him for getting a "bad" partner.

After everyone gets assigned their person he walks over to you, pushing the nearest empty desk beside yours. You look down at your lap and fidget with your hands trying to avoid eye contact.

"hey, so I guess we're partners..." Chris says awkwardly. "yeah, I guess we are." you mutter quietly. The silence between you two lingers uncomfortably, though the rest of the class is conversing at full volume.

Chris finally decides to break the silence by saying "do you know what we're supposed to do, I wasn't really listening." You roll your eyes and reply sarcastically "clearly. All we have to do is make a slideshow about the book we read, you did read the book right?" He looks at you with a lopsided smile and sheepishly says "I was kinda hoping you did.." After exchanging numbers and summarizing the book for him class was over, finally.

If you didn't think so before it was now confirmed that this was going to be a shit show. A total complete shit show.

Later that night as you laid down to go to sleep, you couldn't help but think about Chris. The way he ran his fingers through his hair, his kind, genuine voice, and his blue eyes that almost seem to twinkle when he smiles. You start to overthink the situation, Do I have a crush on him? Does he have a crush on me? No, it isn't possible there's no way i'm falling for a guy I've only talked to once!

Since your thoughts were barring you from sleep, you decided to do what always helps you relax, journaling. Though it may seem like a stupid hobby, you've done it for as long as you can remember. It's never failed you and you know it won't fail you now.

You lay stomach down, pen in hand on your bed and begin to write, after what feels like a short period of time you check your phone and you've been writing for close to an hour! When you go to read back the many pages, you realize what was supposed to help convince you why having a crush on king of the cafeteria was not a good idea, was really just you spilling all of your most sexual fantasies you've imagined with him.

Walking into English the next day you pull out the same journal to write down all your homework you have to do tonight. Chris takes a seat next you, your shoulders brushing slightly, but the touch enough to make your heart skip a beat. While your distracted your journal falls off your desk, on the floor directly beside him, the pages flipping one back onto your entry from last night! You quickly reach to pick it up, but he already has is and has started scanning the page. "woah! who's this about, I guess your not so innocent after all." he says with a smirk clearly trying to tease you. "shut up Chris, just give it back!" but it's too late by the time you get your sentence out, he read his name at the bottom.

You stare at him anxiously waiting for his reaction, but instead he puts the notebook down and walks out of the classroom silently. You cover your face with your hands, utterly embarrassed when your phone dings, It's from Chris "Bathroom, now" You gawk at the screen, not even able to believe what your reading. Nevertheless you get up and walk to the bathroom.

Hesitantly, you push open the restroom door, and scan the room. You don't see him or anyone else, for that matter. You walk down the line of stalls till you're swiftly pulled into the handicap one at the end of the line. Without delay he immediately holds you against the wall, his knee in between your legs and his lips planted on yours.

You pause before relaxing into the kiss, your body pressed against his and your hands sliding into his hair. He slips his tongue into your mouth gently, gaining intensity gradually. Your body heats up as the realization hits you that your making out with the Christopher Sturniolo, one of the most sought after guys at school!

While deep in thought Chris whispers in a gravelly tone "Wanna make those fantasies come true?" Your face turns bright red as you slowly nod before his lips come down to your neck. He sucks and nips at the skin, leaving dark bruises, and causing you to whimper faintly. Steadily, he slides his hand under the waistband of your pants, leisurely rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb. You look into his eyes, your moans pleading for more. He quickens his motions and palms your ass, your whines only getting louder.

Suddenly, echos of the bathroom door swinging open spread across the whole room, startling both you and Chris, but instead of stopping the lustful act, he covers your mouth and slams two slender fingers into you. You gasp under his hand with suprise and pleasure, as he begins to finger you at a moderate pace. "You're such a slut, letting me finger you at school, now shut up and take it like I know you can." He whispers seductively, his lips moving back to yours, the kiss needier than the first, his hands accelerating pace inside you. Your muscles tighten around his fingers "I'm gonna-" You cut yourself off with your orgasm, pressing your face into his shoulder while squirming under his touch.

The bathroom door slams shut, as Chris pulls out and chuckles "You did so good for me baby." You blush at the praise and nickname. "...thank you?" You instantly feel embarrassed at your reply, but the feeling quickly subsides when Chris smiles at you and leads you out of the bathroom at the bell.

"Same time tomorrow?"

[quickstappen]

track 001: when all hell breaks loose

A/N: this is my first one, it was supposed to be y/n BUT i just didn't like how it looked? idk, i needed to have a name so everyone meet Marceline ;))

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marcilazzaro1 new day, new city! explored zandvoort today before coming back for media duties ;)

(charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 i am watching you, do not make my life harder this week)

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carlandoo333 she's so mother i can't

pierregasly so i don't get credit for the photos?

↳ marcilazzaro1 everyone knows you're my personal photographer love

pierregasly belle, mon ange 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 grazie 🤍

↳ ilpredestinatox I JUST WANT EHAT THEY HAVE

babygirll oh no! i was at that caffè today, i can't believe i missed them!

maxverstappen1 they can't stop themselves, it's in their blood

↳ marcilazzaro1 maybe if you stopped distracting a certain someone during his interviews he'd actually do a good job

↳maxverstappen1 eh

lilymhe are we still on for drinks after FP2?

↳ marcilazzaro1 lily, love of my life, of course we are

↳ alexalbon excuse me? i'm the boyfriend here

↳ marcilazzaro1 not for long now albono ;)

sheilaxf1 I'm so here for lily and marci being the ultimate girlfriends

↳ landoscar814 they are iconic

charles_leclerc when have i ever made your life difficult

↳ marcilazzaro1 you want that alphabetically or chronologically??

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marcilazzaro1 added to their story!

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marcilazzaro1 and that's another podium in the bag! bébé i am so proud of you, you have no idea. my heat speeds up every time i see your happy smile, every time i feel like i'm drunk on the champagne with you 🥂 here's to many more, i love you completely 🤍

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pierregasly it's a pleasure to share this journey with you mon ange, i can't wait for the next chapter 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 🤍🥂

sundaylover okay whos cutting up onions and shit

hammertime_1 oh yeah she is in looooovee love

maxverstappen1 what about my podium?

↳ marcilazzaro1 redbull is spoiling you enough and j already texted you, stop fishing

↳ cuddlyxricc i absolutely love their friendship

↳ byelandoo right?? i feel like she's the only media person he doesn't automatically hate ↳ cuddlyxricc the fact that she's works for ferrari and not redbull makes it even funnier i swear ↳ byelandoo christian is having an aneurysm as we speak

danielricciardo see you at the after party (you have to convince him to do a shoey)

↳ marcilazzaro1 ah, i fear that i will not make it to the party, i still have work to do daniel ;) but you guys enjoy yourselves. and watch out for the hand please, will you?

elplanxincoming am i the only one or was Pierre's comment kinda weak after the WHOLE PARAGRAPH she wrote??

↳ sunshine_dr3 god i didn't want to say anything but yeah, it feels forced almost

ilpredestinatox the story is definitely working, Charles looks so good i don't even remember the race

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marci's messages

Marci: where are you? are you still at the party?

Esteban: No.

Esteban: Me, Lance and Mick are all in my room.

Marci: Can I come?

Esteban: Aren't you supposed to be surprising your boyfriend?

Marci: I guess I already did.

Marci: I already packed my stuff, I don't really have anywhere to go. Ferrari doesn't have the extra room for me this weekend and the hotel is packed.

Esteban: Merde, Marci. Of course you can come here, I'll even let you have the bed.

Marci: Thank you, Este.

PF: That's all I have.

PF: For what it's worth, I really am sorry that this hapened.

Marci: Still, you ALL lied to me and treated me like an idiot.

Marci: So really, your "sorry" doesn't mean shit now, does it?

PF: Why do you think I took those photos?

PF: I wanted to tell you. So many times.

Marci: Why didn't you then?

PF: I'm sorry.

Marci: You know what, fuck you.

Marci: You're lucky I didn't expose all of you. You all knew what he was doing and none of you said anything. That's fucked and you know it.

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marci's messages:

Pierre: Baby, what's going on?

Pierre: Where are you?

Marci: Why, is your friend already gone? What, didn't stay the night?

Pierre: What are you talking about?

Marci: Spare me, Pierre. You know exacly what I'm talking about.

Marci: If you need a reminder I'm sure that twitter's ready to jog your memory.

Pierre: What the fuck Marceline

Pierre: What the hell did you do?!

Pierre: Merde

Pierre: Are you actually insane?? This is a PR nightmare, you KNOW this

Pierre: You have to delete those

Marci: Oh yeah, I don't think so.

Marci: I already apologized to your media team for the chaos, I ain't deleting shit.

Pierre: You're a bitch, Marceline

Marci: Fuck you, you absolute scumbag.

Adam: You get a week of PTO

Adam: It's a non-negotiable order from upstairs so, yeah. See you next week. Go relax, wind down. Heal.

Adam: We're all sorry that this happened to you, the media team is standing with you.

Marci: Thank you, Adam.

Marci: Also, what does "upstairs" mean?

Adam: Fred's orders.

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marcilazzaro1 some much needed home time on the big boss' orders ;)) thank you for your kind words and support, see you soon everyone.

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charlies_sun we're all with you marci 🤍

scuderiaferrari Big boss says to rest up and come back stronger!

↳marcilazzaro1 got it 🤠

↳ilpredestinatox this is so sweet

sheilaxf1 i just don't understand how could he do this to her

↳hammertime_1 RIGHTT???

danielricciardo the personalised dart board and dr3 wine are already on their way

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you Daniel! it's much appreciated

danielricciardo everybody loves a farm girl 🤠

↳marcilazzaro1 do they now?

↳lestappen116 are they...... flirting?

↳ilpredestinatox GIRL, bfr her and pierre JUST broke up, besides idk, i've always had a feeling that he gives her the ick? idk

sundaylover how does she look so GOOD??

↳carlando333 she's so mother i can't-

michael_44 oh boo hoo, she's been cheated on. that's no reason to slack off on her work

↳elplanxincoming oh fuck off

maxverstappen1 there might be an incident at T1 at Monza, just say the word

↳marcilazzaro1 thank you maxie, but that won't ne nessecary 🧡

brunolazzaro03 good to have you home, even if you're stealing all my ice cream

↳marcilazzaro1 come on, mum said i can have them

redleclerc_ the fact that Charles hasn't commented is deeply upsetting to me

↳ quickstappen i meann.... not surprising considering it's his best friend we're talking about

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marci's message:

Claire: Hello, this is Claire. We spoke on instagram.

Marci: Yes, we did. Im Marceline.

Claire: I know.

Claire: Look, I'm sorry that this happened.

Claire: I really am.

Marci: Stop please

Marci: Can you just explain it to me from the beginning?

Claire: Yeah, sure. Of course.

Claire: I met Pierre at a party in Milan that I went to with my friends.

Marci: When was that?

Claire: Last June

Claire: I think.

Marci: Okay

Claire: I'm sorry.

Claire: Anyway, we met and he was really shocked that I didn't know who he was. And I really HAD no idea who he was.

Claire: He said he worked in motorsports, I've never qustioned it and never tried to search for him.

Marci: Why didn't you look for him?

Claire: Honestly? I didn't care enough. For me it was just sex.

Claire: I didn't even know his last name. Just had his phone number.

Marci: And you met up multiple times?

Claire: Yeah, whenever he was in Milan. I swear I didn't know he had a girlfriend. He said he was single when we first met.

Marci: Well, we started dating in 2019 so... he definitely wasn't.

Claire: I am so sorry Marceline.

Claire: I found out about you from twitter. There was this hashtag trending and suddenly there was this picture of me plastered all over my timeline.

Claire: I've tried to understand what's going on, and I found out I've been screwing someone's boyfriend for the last year. God I'm so disgusted with myself.

Marci: Don't be, please.

Claire: I swear I wouldn't get with him if I knew that he was taken.

Marci: I don't blame you Claire. Any of you. It's not like you MADE him do it.

Marci: Thank you for contacting me, serioulsy.

Claire: It's the least I could do, I didn't see another option.

Claire: Text me whenever you need and I'll try to shine some light on things.

madi's radio: hello, that's a first smau in a series, so if you want to be notified about the next parts just dm me, i'll set something more efficient up later ;))

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[seventeenytiny]

Traffic jam

Smut: MDNI

Warnings: Piss kink, omorashi, slight humiliation, Word Count: 1076 Summary: You and Jisung are stuck in traffic and poor Jisung really has to use the bathroom Authors Note: If you don't like how it sounds don't read it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Jisung had to go, he had to go so bad, but he couldn't. Traffic was at a standstill, and unexpected construction halted your travels. Jisung wiggled uncomfortably in the passenger seat, regretting the coffee he had chugged before getting in the car.

"Are you feeling okay love?" You ask him, patting his thigh from the driver's side. A rosy red color was spreading on your boyfriend's cheeks.

"Ah I'm fine... Just need to use the bathroom is all."

"Are you sure you can hold it with the traffic?"

"Well I have to, don't I?" He lets out a nervous chuckle.

You smile sympathetically at him, "I guess so, I just cleaned out the car too so I don't even have a bottle you could use if you get desperate."

Jisung did his best to hide his disappointment from you. His face dropped ever so slightly hearing that his only backup plan was ruined if things got to that point.

You grab his hand, "Don't worry I think it'll clear up soon, after that we can get off at the next exit."

You were in fact lying and you knew it. The both of you were still hardly moving and your GPS predicted a 40-minute slowdown.

You put some music on, trying to distract your boyfriend from the growing pressure in his bladder. And it worked, at least for the first three songs, then he winced from the discomfort again, awkwardly shifting.

"Are you sure you don't have any spare bottles in here?" He sighs in despair.

"I'm sorry love, I really don't think so but you can check."

He swiftly takes off his seatbelt, removing some of the pressure that was pushing against his full bladder. He climbs in the back seat, looking all around in every cup holder and under all the seats. All he can find is his hoodie that you stole from him.

You hear him whine out in frustration, "There really is nothing..."

He climbs back up to the front seat, flinching as he puts his seat belt back on.

"Hey, what's that in your hands?"

"This? Its the hoodie you stole from me."

You have an idea and you know he won't like it, but for whatever reason, it excited you ever so slightly. "Well, if it comes down to it, I mean, I know you don't want it to, but maybe you could just use the hoodie.."

Jisung's eyes get big, he doesn't want to believe what you just said. "What do you mean use the hoodie?!"

"Well... it's pretty thick so it's gotta be somewhat absorbent right?"

"I guess you're right, I suppose it's better than my pants..."

You can't lie to yourself, at this point, you're a bit turned on by the whole situation. Your hot boyfriend is holding his crotch, shifting every second, doing his best not to piss himself. Poor Jisung is getting so desperate his actually considering pissing in his own hoodie.

The two of you go silent, the radio now off and the only sound filling the car is Jisung's shaky breaths, his hand holding his crotch doing his best to not leak everywhere. You recheck the GPS, but there are still 30 more minutes of slowdowns.

"Jisung? Baby? I want you to know if you do have an accident it's not a big deal. Neither of us knew we'd get stuck like this. And... it might actually be kinda hot."

That's when his eyes really get big, bigger than you've ever seen, before squinting in discomfort. "Hot? You think me pissing myself would be hot?"

"Well... yeah, there's something about seeing you so desperate that's driving me kinda crazy. Maybe I have a piss kink, I don't know."

At this point, he's too desperate to piss that he can't even comprehend the fact that you admitted to having a piss kink. What he did hear though, was that you wouldn't be too mad at him for ruining your car.

He swallows hard, he keeps his grip tight on his dick as he unbuttons his pants, taking some of the pressure off his bladder.

10 more uncomfortable minutes pass, he's sweating now, the pain just about intolerable. You see him tighten his grip on his crotch, the smallest dark patch appears on his pants.

"Jisung you're going to hurt yourself just piss into the hoodie."

"I have to go so bad I don't think I can even move..." his eyes are glassy, tears threatening to fall. You grab the hoodie, placing it in his lap. Next, you undo his pants the rest of the way, reaching in and pulling his cock out of his damp underwear. You wrap the hoodie around his member, "Jisung, baby, can you lean forward a little bit? Just to help make nothing gets on your pants."

He groans, taking the hoodie from your hands. He moves forward ever so slightly, he can already feel his hot piss starting to escape. You pat his back, "Just let go Jisung, you'll feel so much better."

Your words destroy any chance of him being able to hold it in. His piss comes out fast, turning his gray hoodie dark. The hissing sound of him filling the hoodie echoes in your ears, as well as sends a tingling sensation straight to your core. "That's good baby, let it all out."

He's practically crying at this point, part of it from embarrassment but mainly from the intense relief he is feeling. He turns the hoodie with his hands, doing his best to not let his piss overflow and leak through. The poor piece of clothing can't hold much more though. His bladder is nearly empty but the hoodie is now fully saturated.

His stream lightens up finally, the final bit of his piss drips onto the floor mats of your car. He takes some deep breaths, finally feeling like he can properly breathe again. His cheeks are red from the shame, and his hands are unsure of what to do with the soiled clothing.

"Just place it on the floor mat Jisung, if they're weather proof I'm sure they're peeproof."

"I'm really sorry Y/N, you must think I'm so disgusting..."

"Disgusting?! Jisung that was so hot, as soon as we get out of this traffic and get home I want you to fuck me every single way you can."

His face lightens up for the first time since you got stuck in traffic.

[pannman]

A Day Just For Them

Blitzø sat at the table in his tiny apartment. His thoughts from the argument with Stolas still refusing to leave his mind.

Fuck it. He thought as he rifled through the fridge for his Belzejuice but it didn't turn up. He must've already drank it. Or maybe Loona drank it

Oh well, he'll just have to wallow in self pity while sober. He sat down and poured himself some cereal

The silence while Loonie slept in was usually so peaceful but now it felt so lonely. More lonely than ever before

Stolas struggled to find the motivation to get out of bed. Via was visiting today. He needed to be up and ready to greet her (and to pretend like everything was fine)

Why was Via supposed to be over today? It was the weekend wasn't it? She was supposed to spend weekends with her mother. Not that he didn't want to see her but he wasn't sure how well he could put on a happy face for her

Although that's what he'd been doing for years

Why was she coming today? His brain was so foggy and tired he couldn't seem to remember what was so important about today

He really didn't want to forget something important to Via again after Esther thoughts tears when she ran off with his book

He felt terrible that it was he who compelled her to do that

So with all the strength he could gather he groaned and got out of bed

Blitzø sat there letting his cereal get soggy when he saw Loona exit her room. Oddly enough she was already dressed

That was unusual. He didn't think much of it though

"Alright espresso depresso, get dressed and let's get going" she said as she stretched

Blitzø blinked obliviously. "Going where?"

"To your father's day surprise"

Oh shit! That's right it was Father's day!

Stolas put on his usual wear and took his morning meds. He stepped outside to see the limo pulling up.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile and waved

Via jumped out of the car and joyfully bounced over to him. She seemed to be in a good mood

Anxiety spread over him at whatever it could possibly be that he had promised to with her today and how she would take the news that he forgot

She ran into his arms

"Hey dad! Happy Father's day!"

Stolas almost tripped over his words

"Th-thank you... Via. I'm glad you're here"

Of course! It was Father's day! That's why she was here. He didn't know what they would do together but maybe it would actually be quite nice

He could use a little love today

Blitzø ran into 3 different signs and a telephone pole with his blind fold on as Loona was not putting a lot of effort into leading him

But he was actually a little excited. He could use a distraction. And it had been a while since him and Loona did something fun together

"Alright, check it out" Loona said casually

Blitzø began to take his blindfold off but as he was doing so heard a noise. A noise that sounded like a certain animal

A noise he knew anywhere

"No way! That's not what fucking think it is. Is it?" He rushed to take off his blindfold. His eyes practically bulged out of his sockets when he seen it

A ranch filled with horses

Wait! Were they in the wrath ring?

"Ta da!" She said not so enthusiastic although she was smiling at him

"It's a whole day across the mountain on horseback" she explained

He began to tear up. "Loonie you did this for me!?!" Loona groaned in an annoyed tone "don't cry" she complained

Blitzø whiped his tears away "right yeah sorry. I'm just... I needed this. Oh my God Loona you have NO IDEA how much I needed this."

Loona smiled "I think you'd be surprised. I kinda had a feeling. Now pick out your horse for the day"

Stolas had managed to find something for them to do together. Put put. Then he had decided to get them a last minute reservation at a restaurant he knew she liked. Being royalty had its perks

Via just seemed happy to be with him. "Dad you didn't have to go through this trouble. This is my day to do something for you" she spoke appreciatively as they sat down at the restaurant

"I know, I know. But nothing makes me more happy than to see that smile. That's the best gift I could get today" he cupped her cheek with his hand as he said it

"Well dad. I did get you another gift if you would like it now" she began to pull something out of her bag

Stolas's eyes lit up in anticipation.

Via reached in and pulled out a present in a box and wrapped up with a bow on it

"Oh Via you really didn't have to do this" he said with excitement as he carefully opened the present

His glee on his face fell when he saw his gift

In the box, was a book entitled "memories with dad"

He carefully opened it to see it was filled to the brim with pictures of him and Via together. A lot were taken from her hellphone. There were funny and lighthearted captions on some of them

He was too stunned to speak

"Is it alright dad? I know it's not the most expensive gift but I-" she was cut off by him hugging her as tight as he could

"This is the greatest gift! Thank you so much! I think I have a new favorite book" he said as he began to flip through more of the pages

After Blitzø FINALLY decided on a horse they were off. Blitzø decided to call this beautiful baby "little lawnmower". Loona didn't have the heart to tell him it's name was "Sunny". She picked out a big white horse with a fiesty attitude named "Phantom"

They rode up and down a windy path to the top of a tall mountain. The view was gorgeous so of course Loona wanted to snap a pic with Blitzø for Father's day

They took a photo and Loona immediately tried to post it.

"Shit! No signal up here. I guess I'll have to post it on sinstagram later" she noted.

Blitzø looked on to see two eagles building a nest together

He begins to tear up

Loona looks over "hey Blitzø I said no crying"

Blitzø tries to calm down "sorry, it's just... did you know eagles mate for life?"

"I did not know that" she responded

"Even after they grow old and get fat or ugly! They stay together. They stay together cause they want to" he broke down crying

Loona pulled him in and comforted him as he cried in her arms

"Big. Beautiful. Dumb bird!" He sobbed.

"You should talk to him" she replied

"He doesn't wanna see me." He mumbled

"I think you should still try. I don't wanna become your tissue every time you see something that reminds you of him. Now go."

She was right. He was gonna make it right.

Blitzø hopped onto Little Lawnmower and took off. He was gonna make it right. He was gonna talk about his FEELINGS like a FUNCTIONAL PERSON! And it was gonna super romantic him riding in on a horse

He took out his phone to see Loona's post finally up...

On top of the world with my dad on Father's Day

He did feel like he was on top of the world

And he didn't want this feeling to go away

Ever

[plus-i-miss-you]

Hello, Lina!! I wish you luck and hope you can have lots of fun with your new blog!! How about a request to help you kick off? 👀 Headcanons for t2!Mikoto and Orekoto with a guard gn!reader that tries to keep Mikoto from getting too stressed when interrogating him? Basically, they don't want to push him too hard. After the end of trial 1, I was thinking about how I would have preferred Mikoto and Orekoto over Kotoko as allies if I was a guard, haha.

▷ listening to:

"i won't hurt you, i promise" (gn!reader)

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılıㅤㅤ

♪ note: thank you sm aurora! i hope you like this one! (again. probably came out too cute ahshajaj)

♪ summary: okay, maybe voting a guy with undiagnosed did (and an alter who is extremely protective of him) guilty wasn't a good idea. wishing to make amends and get to know these two better, you try to help these two feel at least a bit safer in this hellhole known as milgram prison.

♪ warnings: mostly none, except there's a description of john trying to make the reader believe that he's the "evil" alter in an attempt to protect mikoto. the reader doesn't believe him though and it's mostly lighthearted. also the reader is kinda supposed to be a "replacement" of es, since they're the reason why mikoto's been voted guilty and there's a mention of.. well, what happened in mikoto's first vd.

mikoto kayano.

♪ "y/n, d-don't get me wrong, i don't mind the attention, but seriously, i'm fine! my head hurts a little bit, but other than that-"

oh, but you know well that this man is not fine at all. you're glad to see that mikoto is doing better after.. well, everything that happened with kotoko and all, but you refuse to leave him alone even for a minute. yes, you're worried about him. why wouldn't you be? voting him guilty was your decision and you're not sure it was the correct one (well, you certainly were shocked after watching his video, haha..) and you're ready to take responsibility for it. you just hope kotoko really won't try to attack him (or anyone, really) again..

♪ you make sure to do everything in your power to help mikoto when he's feeling stressed or anxious and you know that this guy really doesn't like to show how he really feels. but you recognize the signs pretty easily, so no matter how hard he tries, you're already there, asking if he's okay. yes, he's still a prisoner, but that doesn't mean you're just gonna interrogate him until he loses consciousness because of how tired he is. so you try your best to check up on him as often as you possibly can. and no, you have no idea why the other prisoners are saying you have your favorites. 

♪ when you're interrogating him, you tell him that it's okay if he doesn't remember something and he doesn't have to force himself to remember it, especially if it's something that can be traumatic for him. of course, you still try to learn at least some new information, that's your job after all, but you try not to push him too hard. you don't mind if john appears again, but you also want to make sure mikoto himself feels safe. whenever he gets distracted, you gently get him back on track and remind him why he's here and if you notice that he's starting to get visibly anxious, you ask if he needs anything and change the topic and try to go back to the question you had once he calms down.

♪ yes, you feel bad about voting him guilty. maybe it really wasn't the right choice. and when mikoto gives you that lost and confused look, asking why you voted him guilty and feeling like he did something wrong.. yeah, you don't feel so good about it. he looks like a sad puppy when he does it and you refuse to look him in the eyes when it happens. so, uh.. you just try to make it up to him by still letting him do things that make him at least a little bit happy. he can sit in his cell and draw stuff if he wants. you can even take a look if he's okay with that. you can also try to help him start hanging out with the other prisoners again-

"h-hey, y/n.. do you know why everyone's kind of.. i don't wanna sound like i'm blaming them or anything, but is it just me or they're avoiding me for some reason?"

.. ah, about that.

john kayano.

♪ o-okay, now you have to try to get along with this guy. and to your surprise, it wasn't.. that hard? he still doesn't fully trust you, that's for sure. but even though your first meeting didn't go that well (him beating you up and almost killing you in the process, romantic, isn't it?), when you've finally managed to make john trust you and believe that you're not dangerous and you're not planning to hurt mikoto (it took.. a lot of time), he started to act a little bit calmer around you. he's still mad at you, for obvious reasons. he has no idea what you saw in that video, but you still voted mikoto guilty. and he won't forgive you so easily.

♪ whenever you try to learn more about mikoto (or john's?..) crime, john tries really hard to make it seem like he's the one at fault. he's the one to blame, not mikoto. just forgive mikoto already, is that so hard? you really think that guy is capable of murdering someone? and you really don't want to suspect these two, but again, that's your job. and you know well that all prisoners are murderers at least in some way. so when john says that he murdered someone to help mikoto relieve his stress.. it just.. doesn't make any sense. you don't say it out loud though and just say that you're not going to try and figure out which one is innocent and which one is guilty. you're going to judge both of them and you will try your best to be fair, but you're not going to point a finger at one of them and go "you're the bad guy here". not at least before you really do get a confirmation that one of them is the murderer.

♪ john tries to play it cool, doing the whole "tch.. do what you want" thing, but on the inside?? he's LOSING IT. hey. hey. he's the murderer. he's the bad one. he's the evil one. just leave mikoto alone already. however, that's not the only reason why he's kinda going insane. he's just.. not used to being treated like this. what do you mean you see him and mikoto as two different people and treat them as such. why are you so nice to both of them. he's not surprised that mikoto feels safe around you, this guy is way too naive (yes, he means it in an affectionate way), but why does he also feel kind of.. whatever. just remember to forgive mikoto and everything will be fine.

♪ when you hear the infamous "weird noises coming from mikoto's cell", you know well that it's john's doing, so you go pay him a visit. you try to talk to him about whatever that's bothering him, and when he asks just why are you "acting like this" (he's talking about being nice.), you simply say that it's also a part of your job. yes, you're supposed to judge the prisoners, but you don't want anything to happen to them before all three trials are over. he looks at you for a moment, processing your words and says that it sounds like a lie, though you can't hear any anger in his voice, he actually sounds a little confused. you sigh and try to fix his hair that's been messy since the second trial started.

"well, you're not exactly being honest with me either."

[julianalvarez9]

can't sleep (without you) / leandro trossard

request: bestie 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i’m on my knees for a trossard fic/sm!au. honestly, whatever you’re okay with doing. if it’s possible, all i ask is that it’s fluff <3

author's note: bestie this man needs to have more things written about him like 😭😭 he's my little baby. hope this does the trick!!! had the idea for pedri initially but after receiving the request i remembered the wip and said yeah this is for my little sleep deprived boyfriend 🤭🫶🏻

warnings: not really a warning but i use lean as a nickname. i knowww it's generally leo instead, but sometimes lean is used where i live and i thought it was cuter. if you've got any problems with it, you're free to use leo instead :)

summary: the four times you notice leandro's not sleeping well, and the one time he finally does.

wc: 1.400 words

01.

the first time you notice that leandro's not getting enough sleep, it's during practice. your job is to keep them healthy, not only on the physical aspect and thus, on the pitch, but off the green grass too. you've noticed he's been a little off lately, not really focused on the task given and rather looking zoned out. so when practice's over, you approach him carefully.

"hey, leandro, are you okay?" you softly said, grabbing lightly his bicep to stop him from getting onto the changing rooms. he stops when he feels your touch, and turns to face you, concerned look showing on your features which transmitted onto his own. "yeah, why do you ask?" he frowned, while tilting his head in confusion.

"you look... tired?".

the affirmation you said isn't quite what he expected to hear from you. leandro doesn't get mad at you, but he doesn't look happy either. "oh" he mutters, assuming that you're implying that he looks bad. "no no, you look good" you rush to justify, cheeks getting profusely warmer at the confession that slipped from your lips. "just that you could use a nap, you know?".

"yeah, i could," leandro smiled, showing his pearly white teeth. "i'll take your advice. thank you, y/n."

02.

"how was your weekend?" the belgian asks, lightly leaning into the coffee vending machine situated on the end of the corridor. you were supposed to be watching the players, supervising them, but the air on london colney was too cold right now, and you needed a hot beverage to warm you up. leandro, on the other hand, should be warming up already, but instead was too distracted making small talk with you. "catching up on sleep, really needed it. you?".

"i did that too," he commented nonchalantly, rushing to get to your side once you started making your way towards the pitch again, leaving him behind. "sleeping for four hours isn't catching up on sleep, trossard," you deadpanned. it isn't the first time that you reprimanded him about how many hours he rested through the night, but leandro always pushed it off. "five hours is enough for you?".

"that's three hours less than the minimum required".

03.

"are you asleep?".

leandro's voice brings you back to consciousness, even if it was through a soft whisper. you're quite annoyed at being woken up so suddenly, and it shows in your response to his question. "clearly," you mutter, but remain still as you were before, giving the impression that you could fall asleep again any second. "c'mon, liefje, don't be mean," he whispers, while gently tapping your shoulder to catch your attention. you begrudgingly take the mask that was covering your eyes to sleep off, and look at him through tired eyes. "what is it, lean?".

things had started to get more personal lately, hence the utilization of the dutch pet name the arsenal player had given you a couple of weeks ago. in return, you adopted the nickname lean -short for leandro- for him, and you were marveled at how easy it seemed with him suddenly. calling him lean felt right, just as him calling you little treasure in his mother tongue felt.

"should have told you before you agreed to sit with me, but i'm kinda scared of airplanes".

you didn't want to laugh at him, but the giggle left your mouth without warning you. part of his job involved him travelling around to places, so it seemed kinda funny to you that he would be scared of planes. leo faked getting angry at your impromptu reaction, but it was quickly swapped to a pout that made your heart swell. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to laugh at you", you apologized, before continuing "what do you need me to do? do you need some sleeping pills? for me to sing you a song? hold your hand?".

the artificial light on the plane lets you see just barely how his cheeks turn into a slightly reddish color. "t-that's actually a good idea. i think. if you're up for it."

you don't know if it's your need to reassure him, or that you want to go back to sleep as soon as possible, but you extend your arm quickly, searching for his left hand that's resting awkwardly on his lap. the armrest separating both of you isn't the most practical thing, making his arm fall weirdly into your seat and, for sure, causing him discomfort. you drop his hand before trying to raise the armrest, and at first, he doesn't quite understand why you dropped his palm. until you grab it again without him having to tell you twice, and he smiles when he feels you mindlessly drawing circles onto the back of his hand.

"goodnight, my pretty little sleep deprived boy".

04.

the entire team has just arrived at the stadium where arsenal is supposed to play in a few hours. you're all waiting for the call to actually enter the facility, and meanwhile, you're keeping conversation with martin, -seated by your side now-, leandro and kiernan.

you're not paying attention to what they're saying, though, because you're keeping an eye on the belgian. when he yawns, again, you can't help but call him out for it. "leandro, that’s the third time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned", you chastised, and martin at your side whips is head just in time to catch his teammate yawning a fourth time.

"i promise i'm not tired. i slept well last night", he assures, and you frown, not quite believing it due to the dark circles under his eyes, just a shade darker than they were the day before. "i'll make sure he takes a nap after this game, y/n", the boy seated at his side promises, patting his back lovingly. soon enough, martin joins too. "you'll need to stay with him, kiernan. he told me once he needs to have someone by his side to sleep well".

05.

tonight, you were at his house for the first time. like friends. leandro had set up a movie for you to watch, and some snacks on the little table nearby for you two to eat from. your sense of time isn't the best, but you can guess that it's been almost halfway through the movie. but at this point, you're not sure if the man at your side is even paying attention right now. it's been about 20 minutes since he retorted to rest his head on your lap, and you didn't oppose it, instead starting to caress his long locks mindlessly.

the soft snores catched your attention right away, but you didn't have the heart to wake him up. not when he looks so cute while sleeping, and certainly not when you know he's not the best at sleeping through the night.

eventually, the movie ends, and even if you try not to move too much, you're sure your left leg has gone numb by now. leandro seems to be a light sleeper, because at the littlest movement from you, he's already awake.

"did i fall asleep?" he ask, voice hoarse from sleep. he normally has soft, puppy eyes, but now that they're filled with sleepiness, the sight is even cuter to you. "yeah, you did," you giggle, and he drives his hands to his face, hiding away, embarrassed. he doesn't get to catch onto your lovesick stare, and you're kinda grateful for it.

"ey, no. don't feel bad about it. i actually thought it was pretty cute," you reassure, although, just like the first time you complimented him, it's something that slips past your lips. you get to see the little wrinkles near his eyes, where his hands don't quite cover, before he turns, giving his back to the television. leandro continues hiding his face, but now on your tummy, your sweatshirt muffling the plea that he slowly mutters. "can you stay with me tonight? i can't seem to fall asleep on my own these days".

your cheeks go warm at the implication that you might be what he needs to have a well rested night of sleep. during the little nap he took, he barely moved, and even if it wasn't the most comfortable position -his legs were cramped up together- his sleep seemed to be peaceful. "y-yeah, if it's what you need to sleep well".

"almost sure you're what i need, liefje".

[something-tofightfor]

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #10: Dieter Bravo - A Kiss While Baking

Writing this made me realize how much I miss Locked Down Dieter. This takes place after the chapter I'm currently working on (it's like ... 70% done) ... and it's motivated me to get back to them.

Thank you for requesting this, @jessthebaker - I think I went a little off from the direction you'd anticipated, but I hope you still like it!

No real rating or warnings - but it *is* Dieter, so be aware of his habits.

Word Count: 1,672

You heard him before you saw him. The sound of his voice - low but frustrated - carried from the kitchen to the hallway where you stood. 

“Dieter?” One hand trailing along the wall as you peeked through the open entryway, you grinned at the sight. “Are you … cooking?” 

“Mmmhmm.” He grunted the agreement out without turning to look at you, the set of his broad shoulders determined. “Well… I’m trying to bake, anyway.” Scanning the countertop while crossing the wide-open space, you reached up when you stepped behind him, your hand pressed to the center of his back. 

“What are you making?” 

“Brownies.” He paused, sliding a mixing bowl across the counter to rest in front of him. “Or, they were supposed to be brownies. I think I fucked up and missed a step because this doesn’t look right.” He turned his head toward you, scowling. “I was going to make them and have them waiting for when you got here, but then I got distracted.” 

“I don’t blame you. You had a lot to do last week before you came to see me.” Leaning in, you kissed his cheek. “Can I help? I’m not sure what you’ve already done, but …” Pointing with one finger, you cleared your throat. “I don’t know this recipe, but if you’re already mixing wet and dry, the eggs should probably be out of their shells.” 

He swore, reaching up and rubbing at his forehead. Without saying anything else, he stepped to the side, making room for you. “This is my grandmother’s recipe, and I’ve made it too many times to count, but…” He trailed off, the man’s fingers deftly cracking eggs against the side of the bowl before he split the shells, the contents dropping in with the other mixture. “But today I’m a little … out of it.” 

“The holidays are always harder.” Nudging him with your elbow, you began to grease the pan, sneaking looks at him while you worked. “Especially for you, since you’re trying to wrap up a bunch of stuff in the next couple days and you’ve got a girlfriend that kept you awake really late last night.” 

“Yeah. How dare she.” He huffed out a quiet laugh. “I kinda miss last year, y’know?” He set the spoon down, brushing stray flour from his palms. “When all we had to worry about was whether or not Gunther was going to get pissed that we weren’t following his rules.” You laughed, setting the paper towel that you’d used down, too. 

“It seems like we’ve known each other so much longer than we have, Dieter. If you would have told me last Christmas that we’d be here now, in your kitchen, making brownies together, I wouldn’t … I would have wanted it to be true, but never thought that it could have been.” 

“First of all,” he started, reaching past you for a bag of chocolate chips. “While you’re here, this is your kitchen, too.” He dumped half of the bag into the bowl, paused and then shrugged, dumping in more. Why am I not surprised? “Second of all, if I remember right, last Christmas was when this picked up between us, and  that was about when I started picturing you here.” 

That admission shocked you, but instead of making a comment about it - even as a joke - you stayed quiet. If that’s true then … we wasted so much damn time between then and now. 

 He’d fit into your family’s holiday celebrations with ease - the man charming them just like he charmed so many people he came into contact with on a daily basis. Even though his visit was short, he’d won them over easily, none of your family batting an eye when you’d mentioned that in the new year, you were thinking about exploring the idea of spending more time in California. It’s because I’m already gone so much. It wouldn’t be any different for them.

“Pass me that spatula.” He used his chin to gesture toward the utensil, one hand under the bowl of batter, the other steadying it. “Or, nevermind. Just hold onto it for a second.” Fingers closing around the wooden handle, you waited to see what he’d do next. 

Dieter poured the batter with precision, splitting it between the two greased pans. He focused on what he was doing, the tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips - and you smiled at the sight, eyes flicking down from his face to his hands and then back up. “I could get used to seeing you in a kitchen, Dieter. How’d you hide this for so long?”

“If you move out here, you’d be able to get used to it.” He glanced over, smirking. “And I have a reputation to uphold. Can’t just let everyone know I’m not as inept at taking care of myself as it might seem.” You laughed quietly, turning your body so that you could rest your hip against the counter. When he took the spatula from you and used it to scrape the sides of the bowl, you focused on the flex of his fingers and the way his wrist moved with each motion. I am the luckiest fucking - “Wanna lick?” 

He held the utensil up, one eyebrow raised. “Oh, you’re one of those.” Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side. “Bet you eat raw cookie dough, too.”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He grinned, extending his tongue to clean one side of the rubber off. “They have that eggless shit now, and it’s supposed to be safe. But it doesn’t taste the same.” He held it out to you again and you took it, fingers closing around his. “Best part of baking is licking the spoon clean, and the most exciting part is the looming threat of food poisoning or Salmonella or whatever the fuck it -”

“Well then, Dieter… guess we’re both gonna risk it. Good thing I’m here for two and a half weeks.” You closed your eyes at the taste of the chocolate as it coated your tongue, groaning as you got your first taste of the rich flavor. “Wait a minute, is there cinnamon in these? I didn’t see you -”

“If I told you then I would have to kill you.” He winked, reaching for your wrist and closing his fingers  around it. “This recipe is a secret. The only way I can give it to you is if you were to become a Bravo.” Oh. Oh, shit. It was the first time he’d brought that up - even casually - and based on his reaction - the slight twist of his lips and a raised eyebrow - you realized that you must not have been able to hide yours. “Do you like it?” 

“I do.” You set the spatula down into the sink, wiping your hand off on your denim-covered thigh. “And I’m no stranger to carefully guarded family recipes, so I get it.” Your heart was pounding despite your voice remaining steady. “I can’t wait to taste them when they’re baked. You put so many chocolate chips in there, they’re going to be gooey and -”

“Her recipe actually calls for walnuts. But since I can’t eat ‘em, she’d…” He swallowed hard, the joking tone replaced with a serious one. “She’d make me my own batch - first, before she made the other one, and replace the nuts with extra chocolate. So now I do the same.” 

Your chest tightened at his admission - and like so many of the other tiny truths Dieter had gifted you with over the months you’d known him, that one hit hard.  “I’m glad you had people to care for you like that as a kid, Dieter. It’s the small things, right? Those are the ones we rememb-” 

He cut you off when he leaned in to kiss you, Dieter’s lips sealing over yours with a practiced ease that not even all the time you’d spent apart could change. You kissed him back, arms going around his neck to hold him close - and when Dieter sighed against your lips, his tongue trailing over them with purpose, you knew that he agreed with you. He pulled back first, the smile still on his lips though it was lazy. “Got some chocolate right… there.” 

He reached out as he spoke, thumb swiping over the corner of your lip and then toward the center, where he pushed it between them. You cleaned it off, focused on the way Dieter’s eyes darkened at the suction - and when you smiled around the digit, he gave you one in return.

“Fucking tease.” Shaking his head back and forth, Dieter moved to step back, but you didn’t let him. “What?” 

“You didn’t put anything into the oven yet, so we wouldn’t have to worry about them burning…” Leaving things open - and the opportunity for him to make the decision - you waited, fingers laced together behind his neck. 

It didn’t take him long to choose, Dieter’s grin growing and his hands dropping back to your hips. He took a step backward and pulled you with him, never looking away from your face. “You’re a bad influence, and coming from me that’s saying a lot..” But you’re not saying no. 

“I’m about to be a worse one.” He stopped moving, hands tightening against your body. “When I saw you baking, I figured you’d be making pot brownies or something, but -”

“Oh, that’s a different recipe.” He wrinkled his nose. “She’d come back just to kill me if I did that to her brownies, so I never have.” He leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours. “But the ones from the dispensary around the corner are much better than anything I’ve ever made. They know their shit. We’ll order some later, if you want. I’m sure they’re wondering why they haven’t heard from me in a while.” 

You laughed at that, Dieter sliding one hand away and then taking yours, palms pressed together. “Sounds good, Dieter. Whatever you want.” As long as it’s me.

—

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Kokichi's fantasy (LHS analysis?)

I promised I would make a post about how I compromise my issues (which are easy to project onto Kokichi, for the most part they're already there) with his preferences. Some notes about the Love Hotel Suite itself first:

Shuichi assumes Kokichi's fantasy is going to be something crazy from the moment he gets there

he talks about trouble and being trapped by Shuichi, and Shuichi is confused about everything for a good portion of this, but the "Am I supposed to be chasing him?" and the immediate denial when Kokichi brings up torture, that he stands by even after being given the specific idea of bondage, and when Kokichi spells it out for him that he's talking about kinks. He only catches himself on that third denial, like wait, we shouldn't be arguing, I am supposed to go along with it, but he's just stumped by the idea of Kokichi wanting any of that, he can't make sense out of what is expected of him

and Shuichi's idea of playing along, getting in character, is to deny him again, he assumes Kokichi is saying all that as a distraction to rile him up and get away, he came to the conclusion that Kokichi wanting to submit has to be a ruse

then he's distracted from the honesty in "I was willing to let you do whatever you want to me" because of his name being used and he's again being distrustful "I can't help but think he means the opposite"

and that's when the switch happens "If you're not gonna do anything, then maybe I will."

"I stepped back reflexively. I had no idea what he was capable of..." he's no longer questioning the situation, now Kokichi is threatening to him and that aligns with how he sees him, so his reactions are no longer delayed

except, it's followed up by Kokichi telling him "no need to be scared" and that's again confusing Shuichi. "Having this kind of conversation only makes it harder to know why I am here..." idk, maybe if you didn't discard the time he told you straight up what he wanted as a lie

"Because you just do as you please, don't you, Kokichi?"

Kokichi: what if I wanted you to catch me? Shuichi: the most shocked gasp in the world. for some reason

after Shuichi's reaction doesn't satisfy him "I thought you would be more excited", he switches one more time, to the original plan "you can do whatever you want to me. And that's the truth.", just gives it a little push this time (literally), pretty ballsy that he even tried again, like, that's bold, and he's using that line on Shuichi's dead fish ass, Shuichi is giving nothinggg

the dissonance between "He pushed me hard on the bed." and "he sprinted toward the exit.", they way those are seconds apart.

"I'll think of a more exciting game for next time. So make sure you excite me too."

Actually, let's reference FTEs as well!

"I only act like a bad guy so you guys don't get too soft, y'know?" that line is interesting too, like yeah, it sums up the entire job he assigned himself in the game and he's throwing that at Shuichi immediately when approached, but also a pattern that keeps showing up, he plays a role that technically loses him credibility, but he's using it to control the situation, uses that subtle kind of manipulation that makes people think they're in control, or perhaps better than him, making their own choices

I am going to ignore Shuichi's attitude actually, for everyone's sake, especially mine

"Well, not as good as mine. I'll surprise you with a gift one of those days, Shuichi!" hmmm, am I reaching if I say that this is also kinda control freak behavior, cannot be indebted, cannot be bested like that, like this isn't just about reciprocation or gratefulness, it's I'll surprise you back and I'll do better

Kokichi: You wanna hang out with me? Hm, but I'm having a strategy meeting with Gonta right now. Gonta: Oh, then... Gonta can have strategy meeting later. AND YOU PEOPLE TRY TO SAY HE DOESN'T GET CUES, he knew where the priorities lay, doesn't need to be told, boss has to try to get some of that sheet cake

"Did you come to beg for your life?" tehehe "Get on the ground and beg like a dog!" kicking my feet even, and the comparison with other antags being condescending while he's just so. eager for it. even better

"I didn't see that one coming" but you know what's visible immediately when this choice is picked? That Shuichi gained a point, Kokichi can't help but be impressed by the rare moments when Shuichi is confident, he sees the man this thot could be

"Keep it interesting for me, kay?" be a good boy, Shuichi

and here it is, the reason I thought of including FTEs before considering salmon mode; "You only have three events left in your life, so you better entertain me until then!" and with the game they just played being rigged by him, that's four situations where he has something prepared for Shuichi, to simply put him in a situation that Kokichi devised, try to get Shuichi to understand, or at least remember him, but in a very specific, planned out way, welcome to control freak town

3rd event and "Then Gonta step aside like gentleman!" it happened again, I can't, Shuichi just came up to them, asked Kokichi to hang out and Gonta is pulling away before Kokichi can decide, this is sad actually, what about bros over hoes? what about the plan?

"Are we going to play more games today-" Nope, you're not allowed to predict shit, Shuichi. Perhaps he changed that one up, at least in order, just to subvert the expectation, or he expected that from Shuichi, it was pretty predictable, just like he could read from his face in the first fte

there is a lot more to point out about the FTEs that I will have to omit not to get sidetracked because the purpose of this is not full analysis, but of course, there is the iconic line "I reach out to him, but he doesn't take my hand. But in his own way... I think that helps me understand him a little." because you only get to hold his hand when he does the reaching out, it's his initiative, he's prepared for it, anything vulnerable or intimate has to happen on his terms, he's regulating the pace, he will run away or close in on himself if you push for it

and just to be throughout, the salmon mode before my conclusions:

okay, the reaction to comedy movie pick is a big one for the sub hc, this is exactly the kind of reasoning I see used to say why it'd be good for him

the Shuichi bullying continues, telling him to go to Tenko when he gets too bold, affirming what we already know about his walls being way up, he's not rushing into shit, he is not going to be disclosing anything vulnerable, no possible blackmail material, nothing casual, you're not learning his porn preference, Shuichi, you need to pass the five tests to hold his hand and enter the trust ranking where you can level up in your knowledge and privileges, you're not seeing him naked any time soon, don't even dream

(and it is not contradictory to say that they would fuck before establishing their relationship, talking about feelings can be a more difficult task than acting on them, and I love to see it, but like, canon universe Kokichi is definitely an inexperienced and manga inspired loser, so he will hold out on that, yearning until it explodes out of him)

finally, my part, so I just think that while Kokichi has the fantasy of submitting, he keeps it well hidden, as if it was one of those unrealistic kinks there's no point bringing up, because he can't bring himself to let go of control (and Shuichi, being as he is in canon, isn't showing much interest or capability to take over, really) he wants to work his way up to it, teases the idea, tries to get Shuichi to show more initiative, plans things out in hopes of tricking his brain into not activating the loss of control alarm, as he grows to trust Shuichi, he will learn to relax and let it go, eventually it'll stop being about control, "letting" something happen, no shifting power dynamics and vulnerability feeling like risking his life, it'll be simply reaching for pleasure together, in a cooperation that they managed to work out through learning each other's bodies and preferences.

but yeah, it's a long rocky road before they get there, and when they first get to intimacy they're both more comfortable with Kokichi taking the lead, it's easy, it doesn't require much discussing (and these bitches hate communicating like normal people), leaving the dynamic unchallenged but perhaps a little ungratifying, something that can't stay as is without eventually creating conflict, because Shuichi doesn't want to feel strung along and toyed with, but that's how it'll feel if Kokichi doesn't ease up his fearful grip on control, and he won't be happy either

[soakedmilkgt]

Diana short story pt.2

The city

First part

Word count: 1,424

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“I expected this to be less boring.” groaned Diana. the fairy had been pestering her companion for a few hours, but could he even blame her?

She wouldn't have been so insistent in going if she had known how dreadfully slow it would be “Yeah, it's almost as if I hadn't considered you before getting ready to leave.” Luke was still a bit salty regarding the fairy’s intrusion into his trip, “But, didn't you bring a book or something?” Luke had a big collection of books in his place, but none of them really interested Diana, though she was so bored that she would do anything to distract herself “I'm driving, I can't read,” he replied “but I have an idea of something you might like.” Diana watched as they approached a gigantic building with metal columns and an incredibly tall ceiling but no walls, the building was mostly empty except for some weird machines and a few humans wearing uniform, seeing so many humans was such a strange experience for her.

She figured it was a good time to put on her ring and watched the humans loaded some rubber tubes into a hole in Luke's truck “What are they doing?” Luke was confused by the question, he was a little surprised at realizing Diana had truly never seen human society “Uh, it's gas so the car has energy” even if he couldn't see her he saw tiny hand prints in the glass of the window, it was a little cute seeing someone so otherwise loud just admire the wonder of this new place “Well, you can wait in the car while I get something from the seven eleven” the fairy didn't respond nor asked what was a seven eleven, even though she had absolutely no idea,she just kept sinking in this strange new environment, watching people walk and the different shapes and sizes of their vehicles, and also the weird emptiness of this busy place, there were no trees or animals, she couldn't hear the wind blowing or the leaves moving.

“Hey” The fairy let out a tiny squeak of surprise, much to the human’s amusement “I bought snacks” she watched as he got into the car with a big cup with a fluorescent colored drink. “I got you a slushy.” He explained while signaling to the big cup.

Diana took out her ring and stored it in her bag, excited to try this new stuff before realizing a small detail “How am I supposed to drink from this straw? It's thicker than my arm.” Diana asked, then Luke pulled out a smaller straw and a tiny plastic cup, and served her with that fluorescent ice drink.

“alright!” The fairy snached the tiny cup, (though it was still about as big as her) and started drinking the slushy “it feels,” she searched for a word to describe the strange sensation “like spicy? But not really, I mean like it has spicy air in it and it burns my throat but it feels, good?”

“Glad you like it,” Luke watched as she was about to indulge in her massive beverage and put his finger in her forehead, stopping her from having more “you shouldn't drink too fast though.”

“Fuck you, I do what I want, just you wait and see, I'll drink this faster than you have ever seen anyone–” Luke put his finger over her mouth “alright, alright,” he lifted his finger “but, shut up”

“Asshole” Diana started sipping her drink before stopping and groaning “my head hurts like hell, what does this have?” Luke laughed “it just happens when you drink something cold too fast, a shame no one warned you.”

Diana wobbled on the passenger seat “I need to lie down, I was already kinda dizzy but this is making it worse” she fluttered up to Luke’s scarff “are you cold?” He asked, “Do you want the scarf?” Then Diana comfortably sat on Luke's shoulder snuggling between his flannel and his scarf “nah, you're like a giant heater."

Luke didn't protest, he was kind of flattered that she trusted him enough to do that, Diana no longer spoke, The carpenter stiffened in order to not disturb the sleeping fairy as he heard her little snores, and looked into the road ahead.

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“Hey” Luke gently poked Diana's back “wake up sleepyhead” She slowly got up and positioned herself to be sitting on Luke's shoulder “what” her voice was hoarse “we’ve reached our destiny” The fairy stood up “wait” Luke pushed her down “do your invisibility thing”

“Oh, right” Diana put on her ring and sat on Luke’s head “wow this place is so…rectangular” she sounded disappointed "you don't sound precicely amazed” of all the possible reactions Luke didn't expect her to react disappointingly “it's just, I guess I expected something more like the fairy colonies, everything is organic and unique, there are plants everywhere, I didn't expect to–” this was a getting a little too real now Luke didn't need to know about the colonies, she herself didn't want to think about her home, or how much she missed it, “to what?”

“Nothing important, this is just different from anything I've ever seen” Diana avoided giving a real answer, “It's cool though” Luke gave a sigh of relief “I can't leave you here in the car so you will get to see the amazing world of the supermarket, the we'll get to the fun stuff” Dianas eyes quickly moved between the different building some talk and some short, excitement began to bubble inside her “Alright” Diana was glad Luke couldn't see her right now.

Luke spent a few hours showing her different places in the city, he took her to a park, mall, previously mentioned supermarket and they got dinner from a fast food restaurant. when it was getting dark they got back on the truck, “so what do you think?” Diana excitedly fluttered, now visible since it was already dark and there weren't many people around “first of all, I WAS SO FUCKING SICK OF NOT TALKING,” with that out of her system she continued “still, wow you humans have it good, I didn't expect some magicless giants like you to live comfortably, explain how do you make air cold without magic!? I need to take notes or something, and the food!” her happiness was contagious “all the food you give me are veggies and healthy stuff, the food here is much better”

Luke was so happy to see her like that, he could always tell she was happy or excited when she talked very fast like she was right now “Yeah, I don't think someone of your size should eat fast food often”

He drove to the nearest motel

“Tomorrow I need to go to deliver some commissions, it will be quick so you can stay in the car for a while,” Luke parked his truck in the motel’s parking lot “meanwhile we'll be crashing here”

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Luke got to their room and feel into bed he curled himself into ball and covered himself with the blankets “I didn't think you were that tired” Diana muttered Luke looked at her but didn't respond, instead curled up tighter and closed his eyes.

the fairy wasn't really tired but Luke wouldn't let her go anywhere so she stayed awake for a while on top of the pillow besides Luke, the fairy felt his warm breath ruffle her hair before giving up on sleep, she didn't have much to do, Diana went to the window on the side of the room, the outside wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but she still observed it with amazement, the sky felt empty and dark but the night in the city was still shiny, the lights from buildings illuminated the streets, some people walked through the sidewalks, some cars would pass by. After a while the fairy grew tired.

It was only when she turned around that the disturbing sight of a giant watching her in the dark became visible “how long have you been watching me?” Luke turned to lay on his back “sorry, it's just that your wings, they glow and I couldn't help but take glimpse” Diana now sleepy, layed on Luke's chest and covered herself with the blanket he was using “yeah,” she yawned “fairies glow in the dark” Luke moved sideways and Diana fell right between his chest and is arm, now completely surrounded by her friend she began to drift into sleep “Goodnight Luke.”

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Writing something long is harder than I expected, we are almost getting to the main thing I want to write.

[theostrophywife]

Smutty request bc your writing is *chefs kiss*

Imagine working out w/ Azriel and you guys are doing your own routines, but he can't keep his eyes off you. You catch him looking a couple times, but you just kinda smile and look away. Then one thing leads to another... you know where I'm going w/ this LOL

distracted.

author's note: i am fully on board with this. warning: smut under the cut.

Twenty one.

Twenty two.

Twenty three.

Twenty—fuck. How many pushups was that again?

Azriel couldn’t seem to concentrate on his workout. Not when you were standing a few feet away with a dagger in hand, your tanned skin glistening with sweat and your dark braid cascading down your back as you scrunch your brows in concentration.

It was his idea to get up at the ass crack of dawn to train and though you pouted when your mate dragged you out of bed and grumbled all throughout the short flight up to the House of Wind, it was Azriel who came to regret the decision. He should’ve listened to your suggestion of staying in bed with a very different workout in mind, but he’d insisted on training first and playing later.

What a stupid, idiotic male he was.

Now all he could think about was the curve of your ass as you lunged forward, the bead of sweat pooling between the valley of your breasts, the flush blooming high upon your cheeks that appeared torturously identical to how you looked whilst pinned underneath him.

Gods, what he wouldn’t give to have you writhing underneath him and screaming his name.

“Something wrong, babe?” You ask with a slight smile, cocking your head at your mate. Azriel shakes his head, flustered. His shadows peer over his wings and float towards you while you shoot the shadowsinger a knowing look. “You seem distracted.”

Cold whisps of his power snake through your limbs and it was in that moment that he felt jealous of his own shadows. “Maybe I was just enjoying the view.”

Triumph thrums proudly in Azriel’s chest as you blush in response. The cheeky grin on his devastatingly handsome face made you want to jump the shadowsinger's bones. “You seem chipper for someone who had to be bribed with coffee just to leave the house.”

You shrug, raising a neatly groomed brow. “Perhaps I just needed a little physical exertion to get things going.” The satisfied smirk tugging at your lips told Azriel that you were perfectly aware of how distracted he’d been while watching you exercise. “All that stretching really loosened me up.”

Azriel stalks towards you, his steps careful and deliberate with the precision of a predator tracking its prey. You hold your breath as he sidles up to you, towering a good foot over you and enveloping you in the shadow of his wings.

“Oh yeah?” Your mate teases, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. “I think I might need help warming up. The workout I had in mind requires a partner.”

And that’s exactly how you ended up pressed up against the dark stone walls of the training pit with your leathers bunched up on the red sand while Azriel drives his cock deep inside you. Your mate just couldn’t help himself. You made him so needy. He had to have you right here, right now.

“Gods, you’re so fucking pretty.” Azriel breathes in amazement.

You giggle as he rests his head on the crook of your neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh as he leaves love bites and hickeys for everyone to see.

“I’m all sweaty and sticky.”

Your mate sucks harshly on your collarbone and smiles against your skin. “So?”

“So, I’m gross.”

Azriel rolls his hips into you, hitting that sweet spot in a way that makes your body sing as stars erupt behind your lids. “You’re beautiful, bunny. You’re always beautiful.”

The little moans and whines falling from your lips were barely concealed by the wall of shadows wreathed around you. You supposed that you should care more that any of your friends could walk in on you and catch the two of you in this compromising position, but Azriel was the only thing you could focus on.

His scarred hands cupping your ass to keep you upright, his wicked mouth latching around your nipple, his eyes—golden and full of lust burning holes into your skin while he continued fucking you.

Azriel’s low and husky laugh sends a shiver down your spine as he looks up at you. “Quiet, bunny. You wouldn’t want the rest of the House to hear how desperate I make you.”

You whimper, biting down on your lip to contain the sound. Your mate only chuckles, fingers leaving imprints on your hips as he guides you to sink further down his length. “There’s a good girl. Keep riding me just like that. Don’t you want to cum, pretty girl?”

Through the fog of lust clouding your thoughts, you barely managed to muster a nod. “Yes, daddy.”

Azriel sucks gently on your earlobe, smiling at how of much of a mess you were for him. “Come on then, baby. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

[icantlose]

"Hey... Ya know how Andross was doin' that work on brains? Studyin'... Uhhhneurological implants? Yeah, he had a pretty keen interest in shovin' hardware in his... ... He was very particular in referrin' to them as volunteers. ... Anyway. This was a specific interest of his, an open secret. At least it was for us, workin' so close to him. Ya see, bein' his hired gun, his last line of defense, Star Wolf ended up seein' a lot.

I remember he had a lot of different subjects that he'd distract himself with, especially on bad days. It was like his own personal gym routine but for his brain; when he was stuck in his actual work, like the biotechnologies of some super-soldier he had been designing or when he'd try to make sense of the political fuckin' circus he'd been navigatin'. It'd always get to the point where he'd just take a couple of days and re-direct his attention and efforts to his other interests.

There was a couple of months when he had grown attached to this idea of being the guy that was gonna restore quality-of-life for quadriplegics. He was gonna be the guy whose studies gave some level of, uh... function back. I remember he worked on couple of... I guess.... experiments on a couple of patients by installin' a bunch of hardware that I'm not even gonna pretend like I understand how they work. I do remember some of it--recognize it--it because he was insane in enough to repurpose a buncha this shit in our plans to give me my eye back.

So workin' on this implant stuff, he ends up creatin' this kind of manufactured... uh, telekinesis, I guess is the best way to describe it. Which is really fuckin' brilliant, this man was terrifying in what he could accomplish. So he effectively discovered this alternative means of... I guess... participatin' for folks that have this device grafted into their actual, physical gray matter. Yeah, they can't move their bodies, but by using this bizarre amplifier threaded through their brain, they could think their way through accomplishin' simple, physical tasks.

Which FINALLY brings me to what I can't help but question and think about. A lot of the experiments he had done were hidden behind closed doors. It was very much on a need-to-know basis and as far as Andross was concerned, Star Wolf didn't need-to-know shit. So, a lot of the questions that are bouncin' around in your head like a Bingo number cage? Same shit goin' on here...

One thing I do know about these... "volunteers" he was workin' on, is that some of 'em were non-verbal due to the extent of their injury, or their degeneration, or their genetics, and I know a couple of 'em were usin' one of those computer talk boxes... But instead of just usin' nuanced muscle movement and twitching or eye-tracking to type out what they wanted to communicate, they were usin' Andross's new brain-toy to simulate the rattling and vibrations of our vocal chords. Really makin' it this, uh... this authentic experience-kinda situation.

SO I got this question that's hauntin' me. Seems like Andross's biggest goal was tryin' to make the experience as natural and familiar as possible for the end-user; to really mimic the real processes involved in this as he could: chemical, hormonal, physical... Whatever. So if he's tryin' to trick these guys' brains into thinkin' they're really workin' like they're supposed to then, how exactly do ya account for shit like... sleep walkin'? Or snorin'? Ya supposed to get out the device and start thinkin' about a string of Zs floatin' through the air? How would that present to the rest of us? Would the volunteer just start making this awkward, long-Z sound? Just kinda zuzzing out loud? Would he be sayin' zee-zee-zee-zee each time he starts to snore? Would he be able to see the letter Z starting to fade from his field of vision when he opens his eyes and begins to wake up?"

"If the point of the design is to think your body into workin' the way its supposed to, then that's gotta also include all of the imperfect behaviors and weird side-effects that comes from bein' alive?... Like, say... Accidentally inhaling your own spit and choking from your saliva smacking the back of your throat so suddenly? Or what about when you're walking when all outta nowhere, for zero fuckin' reason at all, ya take a simple step--y'know, cuz you've been walkin' for almost as long as long as ya've been alive--and ya somehow manage to roll your ankle and just about snap it all the way fuckin' off..."

"...This is the kind of shit that keeps me awake at night. Andross wasn't tryin' to help people, he was in the middle of designing his own fuckin' torture camp!"

[spongebobafettywap]

Ya, Kurt’s writing is a bit spotty. I actually liked the Uncanny Spider-Man issues. Not X-men Blue: Origins tho, when they retcon his birth to be from Destiny and Mystique for some reason. Like seriously it’s such a plot hole mess. Kurt ain’t perfect (who is?), and I can see Kurt avoiding his responsibilities and problems by distracting himself with smaller things, he even did this in Excalibur decades ago when he nearly got himself killed training to much and neglecting his friends, especially Kitty Pryde, because he blamed himself for the deaths of many X-men (who weren’t actually dead but he didn’t know that). Though here he was admittedly a bit too neglectful and negligent, as the anonymous person said before. I’m not that keen on the events surrounding the comic, because frankly they are not fun to read, but based on what the guy said I don’t doubt this issue is a bit out-of-place in terms of overall comic continuity. However, I can ignore that because again, mostly none of everything else is not fun to read anyways.

IMO, Uncanny Spider-Man is an 8/10 read, I enjoyed it and had fun. I mostly enjoyed reading Kurt, apart from the aforementioned issues I and others have, and he had some cool and interesting moments. I like the parallels between Kurt as a person and Spider-Man tropes, and it had beautiful art.

Unfortunately, most other recent Nightcrawler stuff isn’t the best. I remember in Fall of the House of X comic when Kurt joyfully and remorselessly kills two goons and I just had to stop and say “wtf?” Sure, they’re racist bad guys, but Kurt values life so much and there was so many non-lethal options. Even if he did have to kill I simply cannot imagine him doing with a smile on his face. Kinda sucks that I’m new to comics and the recent Fall of X Krakoa era comics are mostly not good, and not just stuff with Nightcrawler. Hopefully this new From the Ashes era will be better 🤞. Thanks for taking the time to listen to my rambling thoughts lol 🙂

See it just seems like if I was still reading these comics I would just get annoyed. It seems pointless to keep engaging with the X-men comics.

I'll agree with you to some degree that Kurt would like to distract himself with smaller things and I'm not opposed to Kurt temporarily being a Spider-Man which I still can't believe an idea I came up with like 10 years ago is now a canon Marvel thing that happened...

However I always saw Kurt as the type to never really buck away from a challenge or a great threat so even that isn't something I can see happening when he's supposed to be some type of leader. I feel like this Spider-Man story would have made more sense in the time period slightly after 2015 or so.

Wow so now Nightcrawler isn't even against killing? the major think about Kurt Darkholme was that he was Kurt without the same morality and was super kill happy if the person was a vile piece of shit. One major reason being because Kurt Wagner was religious whilst Darkholme was not but now Kurt is some religious leader who yeah he's part of a cult but if he's now in this position again why is he also killing? Not that I have sympathy for the victims its just there was a whole alternate timeline showing that Kurt killing is a serious sign of him not being the same one that we know.

[reverthestarryeyed]

2 Inside Out OC's I made, I call 'em Distraction and Confusion

I'll add drawings later, it's kinda nigh on impossible for me to draw Distraction without a reference. As for Confusion, yeah I have her in my head, but idk how to make it look good yet

So about these 2: they're one of Riley's youngest emotions. Distraction is older than Confusion, and for some reason I'm calling them siblings despite them technically being the same person (Riley). They normally operate hand in hand with each other and are usually seen standing together. Distraction and Confusion also sometimes go hand in hand with Ennui and Embarrassment. Distraction and Confusion both make a question mark together

First let's start with Distraction (I'm not actually sure if that's the right name to use 😅 I originally thought of "Distracted")

Appearance: when I think of Distraction my mind creates a sort of light lilac or bright lilac color, I'm not sure why but I imagine him as that color. He has a large sphere for a head, and he has 3-4 rows of eyes in a sort of circle formation, looking in every direction, he has a big cartoony smile on his face (kinda like Uglydolls or Trolls) He wears a sweater of sorts that has 2 large stripes in a deep lilac color. He doesn't have arms or legs, instead he has small tentacles (probably 4 of them) for his feet that he uses to move around in. (There is no rule that the emotion's have to look humanoid, I mean have you seen what Hope and Irritation was supposed to look like?)

Personality: Distraction is...well...always distracted, his many eyes would catch something to divert his attention, he always looks at things curiously, or sometimes just don't think at all and start zoning out, one of the few times all his eyes are in the same direction. Most of the time he has no idea what's important and what's not, he could make Riley go from taking a test to thinking what purpose is the sky being blue, why not orange or yellow? or what certain colors should go to what personality to make a character in her head, go from doing homework to rearranging the furniture, etc. He's also very cheery, usually smiling and happy despite not knowing half of what's going on around him, he's very interested in pretty much anything that catches his eyes

He doesn't really dislike many things due to him being too distracted to do so, the closest thing he has to disliking is his opposite -- Focus (or is Concentration the right word? Idk) they don't really get along, and when I say "they" I mean Focus/Concentration not getting along with Distraction. Distraction thinks they have an ok relationship, sure she can be a little annoying since she focuses on bad things sometimes, but she's not so bad most of the time. Another is being bored (or feeling Ennui) he doesn't like being bored or doing just one thing and doing nothing, he likes being productive.

He likes drawing, colors, music, and basically anything art related and other stuff to keep Riley (and in extension himself) entertained. Because of this, he normally gets along with Joy the most and spends a lot of time with her (with Confusion tagging along)

Purpose: Keep Riley occupied/entertained when Ennui is driving, ironically be aware of the surrounding area, improve Riley's creativity (i.e using pencils and a table as drums), keep Riley from dwelling too much on bad things, and keeps Riley from doing the same thing repetitively over and over again and allow her to try something new (this is personally my opinion on the purpose of being distracted, especially the part on not focusing on bad things)

Next up we have Distractions younger sister Confusion

Appearance: For some reason I imagine her color to be forest green (idk why I don't imagine that for Distraction, with the whole "feeling like you're not entirely there" thing) Her hair is a deep forest green color that's shoulder length and covers her ears, her bangs are long which covers her eyes. Her skin is a lighter shade of forest green but still dark (the color code is 304529) She wears a dress similar to Alice from Alice in Wonderland except it's green instead of blue and white, and the dress isn't as frilly and puffy.

Personality: Confusion is very curious and constantly confused about a lot of thing, always needing an explanation and a step-by-step process on everything. She's very accepting and open minded about learning new things, she loves to learn new things she doesn't understand. She's also extremely gullible and forgetful and usually has no idea what's going on around her. She can't really hear or see well

She likes Alice in Wonderland, Wizard of Oz and Victorious (specifically the April fool's episode and the breakfast bunch) because she won't be the only one confused about everything. She likes investigations and try going into detail about things to better understand it.

She ironically doesn't like being confused about things.

Purpose: Let Riley discover unknown things, learn new things, motivates Riley to look more deeply into the problem and let her be curious about new things. She also let's Riley explore and learn more about herself and who she is as a person. Forget some things or change the way Riley remembers something to make it not as bad.

[isa-ghost]

About how much time a day, or a week do you spend on writing your fic?

Cause I've been reading fics for years, but haven't started writing until relatively recently. I always knew in the back of my head that it took time to write and come up with the stories, but until recently I hadn't even begun to actually understand the time and energy it actually takes to write a fic. both short and long ones.

Now that I've started to think more about it, it would probably benefit fandom spaces a lot to more widely aknowledge the time it takes. It could probably help with the consumeconsumeconsume mindset of fancreations that I know that I've had, and that are present in a lot of fandoms, especially bigger ones

100% that last part, yeah.

See, for me it's even more complicated because not only am I squeezing writing between irl obligations like class, homework, work, family dinner, sleep, etc.

But I also have ADHD, so I'm battling my attention span and the temptations of my hyperfixations, as well as keeping up with my friends, fandom spaces, etc. I don't want to neglect any of those.

But focus is very difficult when I don't have absolutely nothing going on, which means I often need to shut everything completely out (which can take a lot of self control). I'll vanish on my friends and social media for hours, but still pause here and there to catch up on what I've missed for a short while before returning to writing because I HATE falling deep out of the loop and having a lot to catch up on is overwhelming. On top of that, how easily words are flowing and such also impacts how much or how long I write.

So I don't know if I have a simple or precise answer as to how long. But nonetheless, it's HOURS.

So far, for the 4 chapters that are published, I've sat down multiple days in a row OR every other day if I have time-consuming irl obligations, and written as much as I could before something depleted my motivation or I reached a good stopping point. Lately that's amounted to 1-5 paragraphs depending on the scene I'm at.

If it's something my plot plan has left more open-ended, it can take hours for me to work out how exactly I want to get to the next plot point. The Ch 3 Pissa date and stretching out the Ch 4 Eggza day was MISERABLE /lh because it was super open-ended since I wanted to give myself room to improvise, I don't like rigidly over-planning things bc a lot of the fun in writing is filling blanks between points. I get some AWESOME ideas in the moment thar aren't initially planned in my plot. For example, the foreshadowing I included in the Ch 2 nightmare where he hears Missa scream? If you check my post of my plan after I published the chapter, I pulled that out of my ass. It was originally just supposed to be a nightmare where he could hear Fit, Etoiles & Missa yelling to each other. I never planned for him to hear what's implied to be Missa injured.

But even though improvising is important (and required at some points of AMFMN), it's kinda hard to sit down and think of what to do with those parts when your hyperfixation streamer streams 3 days a week and on the days he doesn't, you have class + other things to do + other streams you refuse to miss + friends + etc etc etc and therefore you don't have a perfect distraction-free time to just go ham.

It takes a lot of self-discipline and control to not engage with stuff so I can focus on writing. And even still, depending on how cooperative my brain is that day, that can still be hours of writing.

Generally I try to chip away at least 3 paragraphs or get from one plot point to the next per day until the chapter is finished.

So TLDR; I spend hours a day, which totals to even more hours a week, working on a chapter.

It's equal parts because I get in the zone with writing and smash out a huge amount of the plot points planned for the chapter, OR I'm struggling with flow/attention span/a bunch of other things.

Due to my schedule, Tuesdays, Saturdays and Sundays are usually the best days for me to write. But even still, I have class Tuesday until close to noon, possibly other streams (curse you Sneeg and Fit /lh), work every other Saturday, family daily routine things like dinner, and the occasional plans with irl friends.

So uh. I do be battling the horrors sometimes to get chapters out. But now that Phil is finally possessed, I have a feeling I'll be breezing through things easier. I know a lot of what's happening next and I'm a whore for the drama. :3c

You have NO IDEA how much watching people scream and lose their minds over crumbs and currently published chapters motivates me. I'm so fucking excited for late game fic. Like Chapter 9 onwards. Ohohohough

[intertexts]

ok reread hanas vision again so im.gonna send u some somewhat vaguely formulated thoughts. feel free to laugh ominously at me and call me a fool <3

SO..HEY. BIG GOD TYPE THING THAT GRANTS PEOPLE POWERS? FUCKED UP IMPLICATIONS!!! why the fuck can she remember that! what the hell is that thing!!!! it was never described as being even REMOTELY humanoid but I can't help but imagine it as like this too big to comprehend afterimage cosmic.. blank mannequin type thing. which is NOT how it's supposed to be pictured bc it seems like more of a Concept than anything else. but the image in my mind is neat. and because I can't stop imagining it as vaguely humanoid shaped I can't help but think like. maybe. maybe it's one of the first people to get powers? I know that's officially listed as scion (feel like a conspiracy theorist covered in red string whenever I see his name btw) but like... what if there was someone before him and they became this big huge . Thing. very madoka magica type thinking for me rn . either it's that or it really is some sort of god/deity/force of nature type thing. godddd I am so intrigued.

ALSO. I'm assuming this happens to ???? everyone???? at their trigger events????? that's so fucked up. why is this eldritch being granting people powers at their most vulnerable and scared and angry and . oh okay yeah actually that kinda makes sense. something bigger than comprehension playing with people like a kid with an ant farm . or something.

this also puts a BIG new perspective on people with really. magic/vaguely religious sounding powers like coil (what the fuck does he MEAN he can manipulate destiny I am so hung up on that with my gillion tidestrider brain. need tattletale to spill the beans on him NOW) AND ALSO powers that fuck up people's minds like labyrinth. I'm wondering now. is the reason she's Like That because shes... like. comprehending eldritch horrors. I started relistening to bitb recently so maybe I've just got call of cthulu mechanics on the brain but like. holy shit.

I feel like I had more than this but i got distracted thinking about big god type thing. if I remember more I will come back 2 yell incoherently at you some more . IS THIS ANYTHING !!!!!

I LOOOVE UR THOUGHT PROCESSES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! legally i can't comment on like, any of this. but believe me when i say i am grinning and giggling and kicking my feet at all of ur worm theorizing all of the time!!!! ahahahehehe. ehehe. u have no fucking idea how here i am for all ur trigger event theorization. what i WILL say is that u will get more coil shit faiirly soon.!!! u will learn more about that motherfucker and the way he works!! ^__^ also i feelll like. i can say u are on a fairly solid train of thought re: labyrinth specifically. idr. have u read like, descriptions of the Things She Does yet??