#for now imma just keep doing as i do. Happily. i have been having a lot of fun.

[orcelito]

Formal Apology to my persona 5 followers

Yeah.

[xeeljii]

i need some long distance! joost phone sex plss i wanna be a cam girl 😩

asfgdhjklss OKAY BUT THIS IS LETTER J on the ns/fw alphabet imma just post it here since no one asked for it but yeah i agree on the personal cam girl stuff i wanna write something longer about it in the future (,,>﹏<,,)

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

CW: 18+, f! reader, phone sex, masturbation, softest degradation lol

Joost gets back to his hotel room from the venue of the show, late into the night or early morning he isn't too sure, exhausted but still pumped full of adrenaline. He throws himself onto the bed still on his sweaty clothes, should probably shower, change and go to sleep already but he is too awake for any of that. He has been thinking about you all day, you sent him a cute little selfie in the morning just you laying on the shared bed but what caught his attention was what you were wearing, his shirt and nothing but his shirt, he could see the soft outline of your perked nipples through the worn out fabric. This was the first time he had gone away since you started living together and to see you wearing his clothes while he was gone so you could feel him close, clear proof that you missed him so badly, it took all the strength in his body to not just take the first flight right there and go back to you.

But now he is alone with his thoughts again and you are the only image on his mind repeating over and over again on a loop that has him dizzy, so he grabs his phone from the pocket of his jeans and calls you, it is still early for you so he doesn't worry about waking you up, it only takes a ring to pick up like you had been waiting on him, it makes him feel hot already.

"Hello." You voice sounds a little labored, breathy like it does after he fucks you good and it makes him start twitching in his pants as the memories of all the nights he has had you flood in.

"Hi" He says, barely manages to get it out the heat in his lower body raising already. "What are you doing?" He asks, way too quick, eager to hear more of your sweet voice.

"Working out" You reply with a little tired sigh, he can picture it in his mind so clearly it pains him, you in the living room over your yoga mat stretching as music plays in the background, it is summer so you are probably wearing the tiniest little shorts that show of your legs in a way that has him interrupting you mid routine every time.

His dick twitches happily at his vivid imagination.

"How was your day?" You ask, you wish he was back already the phone calls are not nearly enough, but you don't want to worry him with that.

"Missed you." He admits, hand already flying to his belt buckle.

"Missed you too." You say softly, he pulls his pants and boxers down enough to free his already hardening cock.

"Tell me about your day." He almost begs, just needs to hear your pretty voice to get off, wants you to talk him through it.

You start talking about work and some errands you had to run, what you had for dinner and what you were planning tomorrow and you are about to start on how there will be sale at the supermarket when you hear him groan, it is barely above a whisper and you would have missed if only you weren't so familiar with all of his sounds. A devious smiles spreads on your face as you catch him red handed.

"Is this getting you off?" You ask making your voice all sultry and deep.

He can't reply but a whine escapes his mouth as his fist clenches harder on his poor sensitive dick, you chuckle at the other side of the line.

"Oh" You say so amused. You feel heat start between your own legs at the knowlegde that your voice alone is enough to have him so worked up.

"You are a pervert Joost" He whines against the phone, his hand is moving up and down his shaft almost painfully tight but still unable to recreate the delicious tightness of your cunt.

"You are pathetic." You end the word with a giggle and it gets him even harder, his dick twitches. He keeps quiet waiting for you but you are silent.

"Keep going please." He begs so pretty it is hard to say no.

"You are such a needy dog, cannot even wait." He hears you chuckle on the other side, he should be ashamed but it feels so good even when you are borderline mean it just excites him more specially because he knows you don't mean it, you are only indulging him.

"You are getting off on my voice alone, so easy. " You giggle at the last part bitting your lip.

"Fuck." He whimpers, he feels so close his dick is about to burst, precum covering the tip glistening and if you concentrate enough you could hear the wet sounds his hand is making.

"I bet you are so wet, do you miss me or do you just miss my pussy?"

"Yes, no! Fuck liefde please~" And he doesn't even know what he is asking for, it is not like you could come out of the phone and finish him off on your pretty mouth, but he wishes so badly that you could, he swears to himself he will take you with him anywhere can't even stand the thought of not having you by his side ever again.

"Oh my poor puppy." You sound mocking but still somewhat so sweet, his heart is pumping hard and fast, he hears only the blood rushing on his ears, even when you mock him there is the lingering love, you want to help him no matter how far away he is and it soothes his heart like when you lick over the fresh love bites you leave on his neck.

"It is okay baby."

He groans deeply in response, he feels the familiar burn deep inside his stomach he just needs a little more. You bite your lip, you feel at edge too knowing you have him in the palm of your hand, the high is like no other.

"I miss you too Joost, I humped your pillow yesterday I came all over it."

"Baby fuck!" He almost screams, the phone falls from his hand and ends up resting on the bed close enough where he can hear you, his hips raise from the mattress chasing after his closed fist but the only image on his mind is of you riding him. On the brink of the precipice, your confession sends him over the edge, the thought of your sweet release on his pillow, of you wanting him so bad you couldn't wait either.

"Cum Joost." It is not a plea but an order and he follows, always so obedient only for you.

"Shit." He groans as he cums thick ropes all over his hand, his shirt and even his pants.

You can only hear his heavy breathing at the other side of the line and you don't say anything just drinking on the sounds of his post orgasm bliss.

"You okay there or should i call the ambulance?" You ask sweetly after a long minute when you finally hear him breath a little easier.

He wipes his hand on the bedding before reaching for his phone. "m'kay" He whimpers, he feels all his strength has left his body.

"Was that good for you?" You ask still a little incredulous that he could get off on you talking to him alone.

"Yes, yes, perfetct thank you." He thanks you like it was you who gave him a handjob and not his own doing, it is cute the way you own his pleasure.

"I didn't know you had that type of inclination." You say a smile very present on your tone. "I cannot wait for you to come back."

The promise in the sentence leaves him hungry for more and perhaps a little scared about what door he just opened.

[avatar4life]

What if Bella Swan had a adoptive sister who was normal?

Reader was adopted when she was a small child and was always a very honest person, without any kind of filter. Most thought that she'll grow out of it when she'd grow up, but it stayed that way.

Right now, she's in the car with Bella, her older sister, and their father Charlie, on their way to his home. She was listening to music like she usually does when travelling, even for a short time she'd still wear her headphones and listen to her music.

When they arrived, reader immediately went inside to take the warm of the house, since she always hated the cold "finally warm!" she said happily as she stands in front of the fireplace. When Charlie showed their rooms, she immediately called dibs on the bigger one stating "I have much more stuff than Bella and need more place".

Then they heard a sound and found two people outside 'who the hell are they?' she thought before following Bella and Charlie outside. Their dad introduced them to Billy and Jacob, Bella immediately recognised them, reader was just standing there confused 'who? Why does that boys have better hair then me? He's cute though' she thought before greeting them and immediately ignoring the bickering between Billy and Charlie and Jacob definitely pining after Bella. 'Imma go back inside' she said before going back inside to put her stuff out of her baggage and around her room "ah, much better" she said as she looked at the renewed room before sitting on the bed and scrolling on her phone.

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At school, reader came with her motorcycle while Bella came with her new (or old) truck. They both got their schedules and then went to their respective classes. Which for her, was relatively normal.

At lunch though, they sat with Bella's new friends, though under reader's eye only Angela and Ben were actually friends, she could clearly see Mike's crush on her 'aww he has a crush on Bella, poor guy' she thought, then she definitely noticed Jessica attitude and immediately didn't like her.

The all the attention was caught by a group of people entering "who are they?" Bella asked as she looked at the people "the Cullens" Jessica said smiling and went on to explain which one is which then stating how weird it is for them to date since they're adopted siblings 'can't say she's wrong' reader thought before noticing Bella staring at the Cullen table, more specific Edward Cullen.

"soooo....why are they're so pale? Do they not get enough vitamins? Cause that will be weird since their dad is a doctor" she asked the group but they all shrugged. 'weird ass people. Maybe they're vampires' she thought before looking away, not noticing Edward staring at her with an intese stare, having read her mind and thinking she discovered her secret and whispering to the rest of his siblings, who looks surprised but keep their composure. 'Wait...did one of them brought a whole bag of eggs?' she thought confused as she ate her lunch.

At the parking lot, reader was getting her keys when she saw a car ride past her and towards Bella, about to hit her, when suddenly Edward came and stopped it, though it seemed no one saw it. Reader would have questioned it if she wasn't busy worrying about her sister and getting her inside her truck, driving them to the hospital.

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When Bella woke up Charlie immediately went to her asking if she was alright, reader stood there looking relieved to see her sister awake. Then the doctor Carlisle came and she immediately looked at him up and down with a smirk 'well ain't you hot? I wouldn't mind having this one as my doctor' she thought before snapping back to reality and watching as he checked over Bella.

When she went to get something to eat since it has been a 10 minutes since she last ate and she needs to eat 24/7 she walked towards the washing machine when she heard some voices

"I swear she knows the truth" Edward said to Carlisle "calm down, we can't let it spread" he said before who reader think is Rosalie noticed her along with the other two and walked away with Carlisle. Edward walked towards her and asked "how's your sister?" He said in a casual tone 'why does this one look and sounds depressed' she thought before looking at him "she's fine...did you stopped the car that was about to crash her?" She asked suspicious of him, "no... that'll be impossible. You sure you also didn't hit your head?" He said to her 'oh ok gaslighting me now uh boy?' she thought annoyed "I was far away when the car drove past me and straight to Bella. I know what I saw Cullen" she said before walking towards the washing machines "no if you excuse me, this girl is hungry, pale boy" she said before walking away.

This is it for now, hope you all like it. And pls text me the next scenes after the hospital one cause I unfortunately don't have the time to rewatch the movies.

[jenchann]

Angel Baby

(Just a little self indulging soft, fluffy, big boy Husband Simon "Ghost" Riley)

You barely noticed a figure entering the bedroom, your husband’s soft thumping of feet approaching you as you sit with your top unbuttoned focused on a small cocoon nested in your arms. Simon sees you breast feeding your child, looking so angelic and soft as light poured from the windows and into the room, your breath matching with the baby’s. He forgets time as he just takes you in, taking in every single detail of this moment thinking what did a bastard like him do to deserve you, his Angel and the beautiful child you blessed him with.

The little champ was gulping his meal of the day so furiously, tiny fists in the air, fingers moving in sync with each little gulp. You finally looked up to see your husband all silent having this look of adoration, looking at you like this was the moment he was waiting for all his life. He would say he is indeed blessed with a marvellous sight , one he never in a million years he thought would be possible.

“My Lu’ve” his thick accent rolled past his lips as your eyes met, your lips tugging into a exhausted but contented smile.

He comes over to caress the baby’s cheeks with an adoring look glazing all over it's form, finally settling on the expressions the small human did, looking up in awe at his dada, eyes exact shade as his.

“This little attention seeker…” you could see Simon’s eyes soften and his fingers stalling as he leaned in to kiss on the baby's forehead. He was a big man and very strong. So strong that he himself at times didn't even know his to control his own strength and ended up causing accidents, for which he would have this big puppy eyes after along with the sulking, as he gets sad he couldn't control himself. There was definitely something you felt seeing your big husband trying his best to be soft and gentle, especially now of all times.

“Keeps stealing you away from me…and my meals” Simon said as his eyes set on your beautiful full breasts playfully before he kissed your forehead.

You laugh at him turning your head towards him as he sat beside you.

“Just like his dad.. Can't tolerate not having my attention I guess Mister Riley” you lean on his side as his large hand wrapped around your shoulders, steading you against his huge frame.

But your son soon bit you making you hiss lowly in pain, a new habit he has been starting to have from the last few days and it was hurting your sensitive flesh. Simon staggered forward with concern, eyebrows scrunched at your displeasure.

“We really should get that milk pump we saw last time…Or atleast a nip cover Mama” Simon’s pinky finger evaded the babies lips as his son clutched dada’s finger in his tiny hands thinking it was food.

“Oh he's teething good Mama” Simon's face lit up as he looked at you and planted a kiss on your lips, clutching your neck. The sound of your pecks echoed together with your son’s excited sounds seeing his parents together filled with nothing but love. The few quiet moments passed, of you feeding your son, leaning against your husband's chest. You could feel your fatigue melting away by relaxation just by your husband's supportive presence beside you.

“Imma wash the dishes real quick a'right?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek as you laid down on the bed beside the wrapped human burrito, your hands protective around the form.

"Maybe i could help you with second round on the other side, after?” His eyes rested on your chest, his eyes playfully glistening as he looked up at your beautiful face.

“Then the laundry better be finished too mister!”

“A’ye, Mrs.Riley!” he gave a two finger salute with a Cheshire grin before he happily left the room.

It had you thinking if you had just given your husband a vigor filled motivational reason to do stuff around the house faster!

(P.S Please reblog the post cause it helps me reach a lot of people which in turn motivates me to write more! thankyou!)

[wekiamo]

fell harder pt 2

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: here goes part 2! this is a lil longer than my fics usually are, i hope thats not a problem! have fun reading 🤍 BTW SKEET IN THIS GIF BYEE that man is something else

pt. 3 & masterlist

warnings: swearing, fluff

you didn’t get to sleep a lot at night. maybe it’s the anxiety you’re feeling, knowing that today you were going to meet almost everyone you were going to see very often from now on. it’s not a big deal for you, the only big deal is that in “everyone”, skeet ulrich is included.

you fear you’re gonna get nervous and say something weird, act weird making him dislike you. if that was anyone else, it would be okay. but imagine skeet ulrich disliking you? that’s what you think for almost 5 minutes after getting up from bed, while looking at yourself in the mirror.

you figure out you have to convince yourself that he’s a normal person just like you, and that there’s nothing to be scared about.

“yeah, it’s not a big deal. so what if he doesn’t like me?” you tell youself, before opening your fridge and grabbing an apple. you continue talking “i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do. that’s it!” you sound more convinced than you thought you would be, and that makes a smile grow in your face.

you jump happily around the house, until you get to the couch and throw yourself on it. you turn on the TV and you start watching some kids show, too busy biting your apple to change the channel.

it’s silly, but you find yourself not wanting to change it, so you just keep watching it until you’re done with your apple. you turn off the TV, and start feeling sleepy.

you close your eyes slowly, and then you fall asleep.

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“damn, that was the best nap i’ve took in such a long time” you say, before checking what time is it.

it’s 4 pm. you remember you didn’t ask dave what time you’re supposed to show up to dinner, then you make your way to your room to get your phone.

“Hey Y/n, meet us at 7. I can pick you up if you want to” 2:20 pm

“smart guy” you think “it’d be cool if he picked me up. meeting someone for the first time in their car would be a… would be definitely a new experience”

“hey, sorry for taking too long, i took a nap” 4:07 pm

“but yes! imma send you my address rq hold on” 4:07 pm

you send him your adress.

you’re hungry.

it’s time for Topanga’s Burgers - your favorite place in the world. well, not really but thats what you call it. actually, it’s just your favorite place to eat burgers. its really near your house and that makes you love it even more. you have befriended literally all the workers there. you love the fact they’re all kind and they really like what they’re doing, you really appreciate it. it makes you remember of how amazing would it be if you had a job you’d love doing. and your last job was definitely not something you loved doing, in fact, it was the complete opposite. you quit it not too long ago and you were living with your savings and your mom’s salary. she lives with you, but she’s on vacation now. anyways, Topanga’s Burgers definitely gives you motivation to keep working hard to get where you want.

you take a bath, put on some clothes you like, do your personal hygiene, and you leave your house.

“y/n!!” a worker greets you with a big smile on her face, leaving the cashier area to come and give you a hug.

“keisha! hey, how have you been?” you hug her back tightly, happy to see her again.

keisha is a 40 years old cheerful and awesome woman. she’s probably one of the most fun friends you have. she also gives you amazing advice about literally anything you ask her about. she’s the best

“i’ve been worried about you. it’s been 3 days you’re not even coming to greet us anymore!” she says, with a genuine look of worry in her eyes. that statement of hers make it pretty obvious you come here a lot.

“yes, and i’m sorry! but i got some pretty good news”

“save it just for a minute” she says, and turns around to call the rest of the workers to hear the news you have “guys, come here! y/n’s back with good news”

everyone in the burger shop starts looking, but you don’t really care. it doesn’t embarrass you anymore.

you greet everyone coming your way as they make a circle and adjust to it, to hear the news.

“come closer” you say, and they do.

“you know when i auditioned for scream 7, right? so… i did it���

“YOU GOT THE ROLE?” keisha screamed, as some other workers gasp.

“I DID” you reply with a big smile and a happy nod, as they start jumping and screaming in excitement as you do too.

“you’re not so useless, are you?” tom joked, and everyone laughed including you.

“but seriously now, who’s going to be working with you?” tom asked in a curious tone

“there’s someone special. really special”

“hurry and give us a hint” said angelica, a funny old woman who works as a cleaning lady.

“okay, okay, you’ll have to get it right. it’s this really hot middle-aged man who you all know i always had a crush on”

“no way. skeet ulrich? he’s going to be in scream 7 too?”

“yes ma’am!”

“guys, didn’t scream end in the third movie?” linda asked.

“shut up linda, let her speak” the old woman shushed her daughter, making everyone let out a laugh

“and i’m going to meet him. today”

“wait the shootings are already starting?” tom asked you.

“no, it’s just that the cast is going to have dinner together today. and i’m going to meet SKEET ULRICH”

“tell us more. where’s it gonna be?”

“i’ll tell you all after you take my order, ‘cause im like really hungry… please?”

keisha comes running to the cashier area, to get your order. there’s another man there too in all black with a black cap too, kind of covering his face - he's probably waiting for a while now since the workers were all in a circle screaming and jumping few seconds ago.

you watch keisha greet the guy and take his order, walking to the cashier area to stand right beside him.

as she’s there taking notes of his order, he looks at you and pushes his cap up, while you turn your head to see him. you’re now able to see his face.

“oh my fucking god” you think.

“hi, i’m skeet. what a funny coincidence! we’re filming scream 7 together, right?” he greets you with a handshake and a grin, as you turn your body to him and not just your head

keisha gasps. she starts laughing at your face as she goes to prepare his order.

there’s no fucking way. skeet ulrich is right in front of you and 100% heard you saying he’s hot and you have a crush on him. your cheeks turn red.

“hello” you say stuttering a bit “i’m y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you” your hands still in his. his touch is warm and you find yourself not wanting to drop it. but you did, before it makes the situation awkward.

it’s not like you love him. it’s just that you’ve had a crush on him for the last 15 years. not a big deal… right?

you remember your own words.

i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do.

“that’s it” you finish your sentence once again, but this time not out loud.

“so…” he starts

“here’s your order, sir. sorry for the wait, again”

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. i was called hot, you know”

he really heard you. “shit”, you think to yourself

keisha laughs. you eye her, looking done and she covers her mouth to stop laughing.

“i’ll wait for you”

“nice. he wants to sit with me. how awkward is that going to be?” you think, but you stop quickly “no. it’s not going to be awkward. once again, he’s just a normal guy who’s talking to me! nothing more than that”

“like always, please”

keisha nods, still with a smile in her face stopping herself from laughing again. she goes to the kitchen and start preparing your order.

“listen, i’m sorry. can you pretend you didn’t hear me? please?”

“right ma’am. you didn’t lie, though. i am indeed hot”

“hey!” you reply, chuckling.

“sorry, sorry. but you laughed”

you start talking to him, waiting for keisha to come with your order. she’s usually really fast with your order, but today it’s taking a little too long.

she’s definitely doing it on purpose for you to keep talking to him.

you’re really enjoying it, though. he’s a nice guy and you’re a nice girl, a perfect match. you seem to get along really well. you notice something quickly - his moves are gentle and not too fast. you’re the complete opposite, but you love it when people move calmly like this, it comforts you, you have no idea why.

keisha gives you your order as you thank her and gives her a smile.

“let’s go ma’am” he smirks at you, guiding you to a table.

“you come here often?” he asks, obviously making fun of you

“take a guess” you say and you both giggle.

“is it going to be your first time?” he asks

“hm?”

“playing a part in a movie”

oh.

“ah yes. i’ve never been part of a movie before. i’m really nervous about it to be honest. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to do my best”

“don’t worry, it’s not rocket science. all you’re going to do is pretend to be someone for a while”

“are you sure that’s all?”

“well, i told myself that exact same thing for every role i played and it went great”

“i’m talking to billy loomis right now, so i guess i’ll have to trust you.”

“yes, i’m a middle aged hot man, you should trust me”

you both laugh and he starts again “jokes aside, i’ll always be on set. if you need some advice, just call me and i’ll help you, ok?“

“thank you skeet. i really appreciate it”

you kept talking to him until you were both done eating.

somehow, this guy makes you feel comfortable around him. maybe it’s just your daddy issues, but you doubt it. this man has something in him that feels just right.

“we gotta go now. we have dinner with the cast, remember?”

“am i gonna have to see you again?” you joke as you get up and he does too, and he gasps ironically

“the middle-aged man here did not like it!”

“oh stop it” you say walking beside him to the exit and he chuckles softly.

“you want a ride home, kid?” skeet asks you, as he turns to you.

“no thanks, i live near here. you can go”

“okay then, see you later tonight!” he waves tilting his head and smiling softly as he enters his car. you wave back.

“wait”

“yes?”

“do you want me to pick you up for dinner?”

oh god. you wanted to say yes, but what about dave? wouldn’t he be upset?

“i’m sorry skeet, dave’s already going to pick me up” you say, with sort of a sad tone, trying not to upset skeet.

“it’s alright. dave, huh?” he smirks at you

“do not.” you reply quickly, raising your eyebrowns and lowering your head

“okay, okay” he laughs “see ya!”

you smile in response.

in 3 seconds, you’re going to process everything that just happened.

3,

2,

1.

“no way” you say out loud.

someone touched your shoulders behind you, making you jump with the unexpected touch, relaxing right after you see it’s angelica

“little girl you better tell me everything” she said with her hands still on your shoulders.

[mcbride]

Daryl Dixon Rewatch S1E02 - Alouette

what i loved the most about this ep was getting to know these kids, their way of living and surviving, and how that allowed us to take a look at Daryl's own stolen childhood. but first things first, Daryl's one track mind - his goal is to return home, in spite of everyone he has any kind of conversation with telling him home/family is who you're with now.

also sassy!Daryl is back full force, and that's one of the things i love the most about this show. some more thoughts after the jump...

it's ironic and hilarious, how Daryl was deemed the one, the messenger, to protect the new Messiah by Isabelle, and the dude keeps getting tricked, trapped, bested by old dudes and children and saved by a nun and some random kids. one thing is what the characters say and believe, and the other is what we are watching on screen. Daryl's not a hero, and the show is making that clear, IMO. not with words, but with action.

Father Daryl, plsss. the moment he is saying grace surrounded by a bunch of children is one of the most genuine Daryl moments in years. there's some kind of innocence and honesty we rarely see that gives us another look into who he is. slurping some good soup without a care in the world for one brief moment in time.

and then there's Mork and Mindy, and how Daryl smiles watching it with them kids, his own childhood feeling so close and far away, bringing up old memories, the only happy memories of his brother Merle while they were kids. it's beautiful.

the share a bed scene with Izzy no one asked for, but that is meant to show they getting to know each other, and i get it, the show is doing it to keep us wondering if something is gonna transpire, keep us interested and invested.

when Daryl says the kids can't miss something they never had (aka normal childhood), he is talking about his own childhood, and perhaps soooo much more he wished he got to live and experience. i will not mention Carol cause that seems wildly inappropriate, but there i mentioned her. she's his only link to who he was and who he is now. despite them never openly talking about their history, Carol knows Merle, knows where he comes from, the type of life he had, and they are connected through that pain of what life should have been like if they hadn't been hurt by people who were supposed to love them and protect them in the past. anywaysss, i just got way too deep.

Daryl's desperation to get to that radio and take him one step closer to getting home makes him do something he normally wouldn't: LIE!!

RJ, the asshole, is telling him all that matters is getting back home to his wife and kids, and Daryl be like "dude, same," but he gets uncharacteristically cruel when he tells him that there's no home to get back to, that everybody is gone, and i can't help but think that's Daryl's own fears talking.

"i'm better off on my own," he said. he was def not since the kids had to pull him out of that walker pit after he blew shit up, like he does. the funny part was when he gets up like an old man with bad knees. there goes that hero!Daryl image out the window once again. he's feeling his age lol

then Daryl does the most Daryl thing he's done since he got to France. he put down that walker!kid for Lou. that's who Daryl is. he cares about people, he will take the weight off of them and offer some comfort. he's not a hero, but he is a good guy with a good heart. he is a man of honor. Carol was right! and he apologizes for lying to Lou.

Laurent should have stayed with those kids at the preschool. he obviously didn't wanna leave, he made friends, and they could teach him everything he needs to know how to survive and live and be happy. but he is "special," or so his aunt says. imma say it again, if Laurent is to have a happy ending, this is exactly where he should end up at. s2 i'll be seated and waiting for you to deliver Carol and Daryl saving this kid together, and letting him live happily ever after with this group.

that final bonding moment between Daryl and Laurent is very moving. Daryl keeps telling him he is lucky to have people who love him and who will protect him, something he himself never had. this ep took one deep dive into Daryl's childhood while still giving us the Laurent origin story. WELL DONE, Zabel.

see y'all next week!!!!

50 days left until the premiere of THE BOOK OF CAROL!!!!!

[axailslink]

Hi love! I hope you’re well, it’s starting to get cold outside and Im not sure if you’re experiencing that but if you are I hope you stay bundled up and safe. I just wanted to start this with saying that I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a Shuri x Fem! Reader where they both just have a lazy day and spend it with each other, with lots of tooth rotting fluff. If not I completely understand. Thank you for reading!

Chaotic but lazy day

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Warning: smoking weed

A/n: It is also cold as shit where I am love and I am staying very warm you do the same also this ended up taking a turn and just ended up being a fic with chaotic Riri and the reader where they are being them

Summary: Finally it's the weekend Riri's done all of her work early and so have you so what does that mean? Chaotic but lazy weeknd with your girlfriend.

You and Riri have been working up to this weekend where you can do absolutely nothing you encouraged each other to finish any work you hadn't already done so that this weekend could only be about you two. When you got to her place she opened the door and you picked her up happily before kissing her "damn I couldn't be a real thug if I wanted to" you laugh as you put her down "girl you are 5'1 thug my ass baby thug maybe" she laughs and hugs you "aight enough of that" she grabs your chin and kisses you while closing the door. She repeatedly pecks your lips teasingly they're lazy kisses but also well needed ones you smile at her when she completely pulls away. "So what are our plans today baby?" You ask as hands keep her close to you as they grip her waist she just smiles "a trip to Walmart for everything we need to be completely fucking lazy until Sunday." You smile and peck her lips gently before you push past her and grab her hoodie off of her bed. "No I want to wear that one" you look her up and down "find another one I like this one" Riri already knows she's not getting that hoodie back none of her hoodies are actually her size so they fit you well. You smell the hoodie "where the perfume? I don't smell that bath and body work perfume" she laughs and hands you her perfume "that's because it's new" you spray yourself in her perfume and breathe in deeply "you smell so good I hope you know that" Riri smiles as she grabs her wallet "you say that every time you come over trust and believe me I know by now."

Riri glances at the box in the corner of the room I forgot to mention our matching playboy bunny pajamas came. You glance at the box "for real?" You open up the box and look back at her "you got the jump suit I got the shorts" you smile "I want to put it on now Riri glances you up and down and shakes her head "absolutely not you not going to Walmart with me with ya ass cheeks out" you look her up and down "I'll wear sweats over it but to speak if I did want to it without them I still would...what you gone do bite my ankles?" Riri glances you up and down "miss thing you best believe imma bite the hell out your ankles if you test me tonight." You laugh as Riri playfully nips at your neck causing you to laugh and peck her lips.

You both rip and run through the Walmart hitting each other with shopping baskets and in between collecting the stuff you need like junk food, a few sodas, and water. When you both get to self-checkout Riri runs off you continue scanning your items maybe she's going to get something last minute you're used to doing that. When she gets back she holds a can of silly spray "Riri I just got my hair done so please test how well God loves you tonight. Put. It Back." she only smiles as she scans it "I need a reason to get you in the tub with me tonight sounds like a perfect reason to me." She also scans a few movies she got from the big box and you swipe your card sighing "I will fuck you up if that gets in my hair" Riri only kisses your cheek as she smiles and you can't help but smile too.

When you both get back to her dorm you put the drinks in her mini fridge and make yourself some popcorn "babe put on a horror movie I need a reason to cuddle you." she smiles as she opens her laptop and slips the movie into the disc on the side she props the laptop on her bed and grabs her can of silly spray seeing that you're busy watching your popcorn. She ducks and sprays you you immediately feel the cold all over your back and neck causing you to toss the popcorn box at her she of course blocks her face. you kick her in her leg and yell curses "I fucking told you not to spray me with that shit you always playing Riri" she laughs at your mad expression "awn you mad?" you glare at her as you straddle her lap and snatch the spray can from her you make sure to spray her in her face and on her skin she only laughs and grabs your hands she leans up and kisses you smearing the silly spray on your face "eww Riri" you push her back and back up gently wiping it off your face. "I'm gone beat your ass you always playing and sh- what's that smell? you made me burn my fucking popcorn" you open the microwave and immediately start laughing as the smoke puffs into the air Riri closes the microwave and shrugs "fuck the popcorn come get clean with me" she grabs your waist and you just laugh as her face is still covered in silly string.

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Riri rubs your back as you lay on her chest and take a drag from your blunt "it still smells like burnt popcorn" you say laughing she smiles "I should have sprayed you in your fucking eye..." she hums "you mad violent today.

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you and Riri cuddle in your little pajamas Riri laying on top of you as you try not to listen to the thoughts that keep replaying in your head grab her ass grab her ass you eventually give in just full on cupping her ass in your hands' nails gently digging into her revealed skin. She sits up and looks at you "you were contemplating doing that shit weren't you?" you laugh as you continue to gently squeeze and bite your bottom lip she grabs your face causing you to panic but she only kisses you. you let your hands slip up her thighs "can we get through the movie before you just start groping me?" you think about it but shake your head "absolutely not" she gets in front of you and lays on her side as you slip your hand in her pants and just let it stay there unmoving. "What are you doing?" you kiss her neck and smile "I'm just waiting for the movie to end." She smiles because you think you're slick but she already knows this movie is about to be very well forgotten.

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Can I have some care give Obi wan kenobi and Leia organa Headcannons please? 😊 love your page.

Hiii!!! :0 EEE I LOVE GETTING STAR WARS REQUESTS!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!! Imma do some caregiver Obi-Wan for now and another time I do some Leia headcannons!!!

Caregiver!Obi-Wan Kenobi Headcannons

@geekgirl-33

He is so so so patient. Like no matter what this man is not raising his voice, he will gently help with any situation.

Emotions are important, idc what the Jedi code says, without expressing emotions it gets bottled up. That's not right. It's okay to be angry or sad and Obi-Wan will make sure you know that.

If you get overwhelmed (for whatever reason) he is extremely rational and will figure out how best to calm you down.

He's a little cautious about how much affection in public (he's just nervous about the Jedi council finding out but in all reality they already know and are aware that both you and Obi-Wan cope better due to your regression and him being your caregiver)

Cuddles with Obi-Wan 🥹

He can sense if your having a hard time, struggling with some negative emotions and he will absolutely help you!!! <333

He's not strict with rules but he does have some in place to keep you safe. A big one is absolutely no using/being too close to a lightsaber. (His or your own if your a Jedi)

^ He will make sure you eat, sleep and drink. He can and will use bribery if he has to.

He's not really sure how he became your Caregiver, he found you regressed and the rest kinda just fell into place.

Stargazing >>>

He lets you hide behind him/in his Jedi Robes.

Joint pinkies when walking around.

Omg is he peaceful to be around, like his presence alone is so very calming.

Wanna hear a story? He'll happily read you one. Want to watch a movie with him? He's already got it set up.

He can be a very playful Caregiver and no one can convince me otherwise. Definition of ' :0 '

Tells you about missions he's been on.

^ Brings your souvenirs from different planets/systems!!!

[pauking5]

you know these days I have been ritually coming here everyday to check if the latest chapter of runaway has been released?? Imma wait, cook as much as you like. I am sure it’s already delicious af!

Oh btw what do you think about being Capricorn (sun sign), Pisces (moon sign) and Sagittarius in the rising? these are my main 3 signs..just curious on what you think on it ^_^

And lastly, through all highs and lows you alone are the who keeps going! (Kay it didn’t turn as cool as i hoped it to be, references are gojo’s ‘through heaven and earth I alone am the honored one’ and jimin’s ‘you nice! Keep going!’)

hi dear anon!

oh my, this made a smile appear on my face 🥺 i'm so sorry to keep you waiting so long. i myself kicked my arse for it. but in my defence, i just felt like taking my time with this one. there's no day or night in the past months that i haven't tinkered with it to get it right, and i can happily say it's finally on the final final edit. there's a few stuff i want to work on some more but not too much. also, no one told me i'm cooking before 😏 💅 so thank you sksjsndjjs *flips hair giggling kicking my feet to the moon*

i sure hope it is delicious. she's one big chunky 46k + baby (the most i've ever written god), so i truly hope she's not a bore. i know i asked about the 20k being a lot but yall didn't have an issue with it so have double the bickering and action 🤡 i had thoughts of cutting it open down the middle to make it a two part but i thought i should wrestle with the 1000 block limit some more until it gave me brain damage :). anyways, i am excited as hell for this one because i can prematurely say it's given me ideas for a sequel that kinda i already started working on 😉

now, runaway blabber aside. *flips whiteboard over*

on the astrology side of things, can i just say it's one interesting big three to see. now, this is just my own interpretation of it so take with a grain of salt, or sugar if it fits right. your sun is like your main source of direction, not typically a big area of concern unless the element of the sign manifests in other aspects. your moon is your inner most self, the one that reflects who you most are or your true personality i would say. your rising governs the way you act in regards to things and situations and usually couples with your sun or mars (the depth of your urges), or mercury (the principles and ideas you live by).

a first look at yours and i can tell it's really well balanced.

as a capricorn sun, you're probably a really straight forward person, but coupled with your sag rising i'll bet my cheerios that you're one hell of a planner and have a set way of doing things orderly. it's an earth and fire combo, so where the cap part of you is grounded, the sag part of you might be a little prone to impulsive tendencies.

on your pisces moon, i can already tell you i love you. as a libra, i'm drawn to water aspects a lot and pisces moon is a placement i admire. it gets you out of that monotonous rut of planning and the stress of decision making, acting like your stress reliever and the part of you that likes to unwind through art. you're probably an avid music listener, expressing yourself through making or creating some form of art that lets you be who you want to be in that moment. or you're just a big admirer of it. either way, it's your balancing sign that keeps you tethered to what's important to you first and foremost.

now, your big three is just a few aspects of what makes up the beautiful you an ore of discoveries waiting to be found. your full chart can tell you way more about yourself than just these three aspects. i would advise diving into it and if you happen to find it difficult to dissect, i am always happy to provide help. i have times where i start researching one random placement in mine that i thought less of until it unveils so much i didn't know that resonated with me, putting it in the words i could never find. that and it's really fun and eye opening to read more about yourself from someone else's perspective astrologically. so if you need help, feel free to pop into my dms anytime 🤗

lastly, i love the quote of motivation. truly inspiring if it comes from dear gojo (lord bless his heart). so in true fashion, i'll leave you with one that's helped me through a lot of hard times when i wanted nothing more but to stop.

when you think you can't give it any more, you can put in a little more.

hope you're having a good day or night, keeping healthy, rested and happy ❤️

[confusedhomicidalrage]

Another headcanon idea:3

Lawrence or fipsy get sick and the kids and the other have to take care of them

Uhn...Imma write both scenarios

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Fips

With a cough, Fips shoved his face into Abel's hair. Somehow, he got sick. Fips didn't know how, or why, but he hated it. Abel barked quietly and hugged Fips, wanting to comfort him, although he was still frustrated as hell. Lawrence was attempting to make chicken soup, with Malachai and Josiah's help. Isaac was acting like Fips was about to die, hugging him tightly and crying his eyes out. Fips sighed and hugged Isaac and Abel, making then both cling onto him. "Don't dieeeeee" ,Isaac whined, to which Fips replied: "I'm not gonna die..." Joshua and Eli came downstairs, carrying some cooling pads, Because Fips felt like he was in a volcano. He grabbed the cooling pads with an annoyed "thank you..." and put them on his forehead.

Micah was trying to figure out how to comfort his sick Father, while Joseph was preparing some cold wet towels. Job and Sarah were keeping their distance, not wanting to get sick, but also were close to Fips to keep him company. Lawrence soon came out of the kitchen with a bowl of chicken soup and a spoon, with Malachai behind her. Fips took the soup with a small smile and chuckled. "Thanks Schnucki..." "You're welcome Pookie, but how did you even get sick?" ,Lawrence asked in a caring tone as they watched Fips eat the soup, while Josiah was now sitting next to Isaac, who was still clinging onto Fips like a lifeline. Mordecai, who heard what was happening, sneaked up on Fips and started playing with his hair to soothe him.

Fips sighed, coughing a bit more before murmuring: "I was out in the woods and stayed a bit too long, and it started raining, and I fell asleep in it..." Lawrence chuckled, while Malachai facepalmed. "You shouldn't do that..." ,Sarah noted with a worried expression, as Job agreed with a nod. Fips chuckled and said: "I know..." "Are you gonna get well soon?" "I HOPE SO!!" ,Isaac whined loudly, as Fips laughed. Lawrence chuckled and patted Isaac's hair, And saying: "Fipsy will be fine" "yeah! He'll be well soon" ,Job reassured Isaac, as Fips chuckled weakly, coughing a bit more.

Lawrence

"Malachai, stop crying, please..." ,Lawrence begged as Malachai held them tightly, not wanting to let go. The ginger was sniffling, tears rolling down his cheeks as he gripped onto Lawrence like his mother was about to disappear. Malachai was so worried about Lawrence, who got sick after Having to play with Abel in the snow. Normally Fips did this, but he had been busy with writing and learning scripts. Abel was whimpering while sitting at Fips' side, while the latter was making soup for Lawrence. Micah was sitting by Lawrence's side to comfort them, as being sick wasn't a pleasant thing. "Are you okay, mom?" ,Joshua asked as he and Eli entered the room, making Lawrence look at them with a small smile. "Yeah-" ,before they could finish their sentence, she started coughing again.

Josiah came in rather quickly with some herb tea, giving it to Lawrence, who happily thanked him. Job, Joseph and Sarah were keeping their distance, but were close by, with Sarah holding Lawrence's hand gently. After a few minutes, Fips also came in with a bowl of soup, which Malachai snatched and then proceeded to spoon feed to Lawrence. Lawrence whined but ate anyway. "you're acting as if you're my mom..." ,Lawrence told Malachai with an embarrassed tone, but he didn't react. Fips chuckled, and muttered: "Wie süß..." Abel whimpered and hugged Lawrence, wanting to comfort her too. Eventually, the children all exchanged glances and just group hugged Lawrence, who coughed and whined. Once they broke apart, Fips laid Lawrence down and told them: "sleep"

"but--"

"sleep"

Lawrence crossed his arms, but eventually caved in. She snuggled up under the covers, but before falling asleep, grabbed Eli and cuddled him. Eli blinked, but happily cuddled Lawrence back, purring a little. Fips sighed, and then grabbed the mountain of tissues on the table and threw them away. Malachai was now sitting next to a sleeping Lawrence and Fips, threatening anyone who even thought about waking them up with his machete. Isaac frowned, saying: "Mala, stop being so over-protective" "I'll skin you" "MALACHAI!"

[sneezygiant]

Just a little drabble I made featuring my new OC boo.

Testing the waters with him and such

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You groan and tilt your head off to the side just a bit, scrunching up your nose. Something was on it, making it tickle, and that was disturbing your sleep. You reached up your hand to brush the thing off your nose, just to be met with a disgruntled squeak.

 “Hey! Don't do that! I don't wanna be knocked off!” A familiarly annoying voice squawked at you.

  “What are you doing boo?” You grumbled, giving a wide yawn as you cracked your eyes open to see the little four armed mouse. Currently at his one inch tall height.

“I'm cold.” Boo whined out his answer, crossing his lower arms as he pouted at you. You felt a shiver run down your spin, as you knew where Boo’s favorite spot to keep warm was.

  “Uh, well, you're free to share the blanket with… hey!” You couldn't help but yelp halfway through your offer, rocketing into a sitting position and scrunching up your nose as you tried your damnedest to resist snorting.

  While you had been extending your offer, boo had shrunk down to his smaller, 1 centimeter size, and quickly slipped himself into your right nostrils. Using all four of his arms and tail to do so.

 You bring up the back of your hand to scrub at your nose, the tickle was maddening. He was not being careful about his movements like he should have been.

  “Boo! G-g*hiiiiii*et out! Y-you’re gonna ruin my sleep!” You whimper, feeling your nose twitch and your nostrils flare.

  “It'll be ok! It's fine! Imma gonna lay down, and it’ll be fine, like a snuggle!” You hear boo chirp happily as he finally settled down. Most likely curling himself around one of your nasal hairs.

  “Th-th…hiiih! This is n-nuuh…huuuh! Nothing like a snuggle, y-yuh…little gremlin!” You chidded, eyes squeezing closed and chin tilting into the air. 

  “You'regonnnamakemesneeze!” You huffed airily, lips parting so you could take in more air.

  You could boo flick the feathered bit on the tip of his tail playfully against your nasal wall, promoting you to start hitching heavily.

 “Hiiih…huh! huUH’DSHHO!” you rock forward, quickly cupping your hands over your nose and mouth, instinctively sniffling afterwards.  You barely had your eyes open, before you gave a second sneeze. “Hih’Dshiew!’uhhh…” the second sneeze had been lazier, as you were still very tired. 

 You snuffle again, peeking your eyes open to look into your cupped hand. Pouting when you didn't see your little pest in them. It tracks, as you still had a tingling tickle in your nose. It just wasn't enough to prompt another sneeze. 

 “You're the absolute worst.” You complained, laying back down, giving your nose a harsh rub with your finger. There was no use protesting too much. Boo was already in there now, and he wouldn't come out until he felt like it. You close your eyes, trying to fall asleep. Even with a bit of an itch in your nose.

[remedyxtragedy]

IDIOSYNCRATIC CHARACTER PT 2

Now, onto the main group of Idiosyncratic. As I said in the last post, I'm just going to provide a basic description of these characters and later on when I've fully revised their sheets, I'll post them here so you all can get the full picture. (Also brace yourself this is probably going to end up being long as all hell. AND IN ADDITION, Imma have to make a third post since this is extremely long and I think it's making tumblr have a brain fart) 

Calixte Stanhope (Main Character) --

Calixte is thought of as a very mysterious, no-nonsense and reticent fellow by nearly every actor who crosses his path and yet at the same time he radiates a very strong aura of confidence and certainty. No matter how badly people want to peel back his facade and dissect his mind, all they can really do is imagine whatever storms are raging inside him, every ounce of thought and emotion remaining well hidden behind the blank, impassive face of a man who's heart has already been calloused and shattered by woes unspoken. Less words wasted on people he deems underserving of his knowledge, who he really is, or why he chooses to work in secrecy when he clearly knows things that can benefit the majority, means way more time to just sit, observe, and ponder--which has become such a habit of his, staring endlessly into the abyss thinking about only God knows what, that he's been properly nicknamed, 'daydreamer'. The kind of deep thinking and conspiring Calixte has been seen engrossing himself in has long since drifted into obsoletion for a lot of people, a few days in Baltimore and most actors reach the understanding that no amount of hankering, dreaming, plotting, or praying will deliver you from your reality--the young man's frequent daydreaming would therefore suggest that there's a lot in his head, apparently, still worth pondering about even after all he's seen and endured, which has led many to grow very skeptical of his claims of being 'an open book'. The young man upon his arrival would be quick to make it known to his fellow actors and every resident of Baltimore who only viewed him as another guinea pig to poke around for their twisted enjoyment that he has only two goals in mind--to reunite with the woman he was ripped away from by an unforgiving train and to wear the blood of the person responsible for their abrupt parting,--and he will not take kindly to anyone or anything that gets in his way. He's also made it abundantly clear that his quixotic willingness to prevail by any means necessary is grounded not in fear of Whitman's hegemony or an intrinsic impulsion to survive, but rather an intense thirst for vengeance that feels almost embedded in the very marrow of his being. This sentiment is what beckons him to reach the finish line, that great castle in the sky, and thensome. While the future is clearly dreary and grim for most of the sad irrelevant souls who clutter the world around him, in his mind his future in already nestled in the palm of his hands and the second he gets opportunity to do so, he will shape it to his liking and manifest the happily ever after he's always deserved. It's just a matter of, how long it'll take, who he'll have to kill, and who he'll have to begrudgingly befriend before can fulfill the burden that was rested upon him as the Calixte Stanhope Class (at beginning): Unremarkable (all new actors start out as unremarkables) Things he always keeps on his person: A journal which he writes entries in on a regular basis, a somewhat old fashioned polaroid camera, and some medication for an unclarified heart condition of his

Sonia Eastaughffe --

She's a very eccentric and boisterous young lady who throughout her few years in Baltimore become a very warm and familiar face a lot of actors look forward to seeing. She's a bit of a similar case to Calixte not only in the sense that she's very secretive about who she is, but also that there's not much known about her except for the obvious which is that she's significantly younger than most actors and demonstrates an unusual indifference towards everything around her. She completes her daily deeds without complaint, does a few extra just for the hell of it, and has performed well enough to be able to afford her own home and start her own business, a humble little beauty boutique/inn where all actors are welcome. It's extremely strange how she's managed to make a good living for herself within such an unbelievably small amount of time while it takes some actors over twenty years to get where they are, which may not even equate to how much work they've done. In that regard, Sonia truly is a complete and utter anomaly. Some even say that she's a particular favorite of the big mayor himself who's gone onto publicly praise her and coin her as an 'exemplary little popsy' numerous times, which also might be confirming that behind that pretty, innocent face is one of the many absolutely deranged partisans of Whitman. It's an uncomfortable thing to think about considering how many people she's welcomed into her shop with that same old delightful smile and innocence that's become so synonymous with her, but it could explain her noticeable unwillingness to speak down on Whitman even she's in aperfectly safe environment to do so. Some continue to speculate that she's actually related to him in some way even though there's no such evidence to back that up since she poofed into Baltimore like every other actor, meanwhile others take a more plausible route suppose that right off the bat she must've just followed the sacred actor motto religiously and that's how she got where she is. Regardless, it's up to actors to decide whether or not she's a person worth trusting and emulating. It's probably worth mentioning that she seems to like Calixte quite a bit for how much he openly distrusts her, its a rarity she's grown to enjoy... Class (at the beginning): Splendor Things she always carries on her person: a very odd dagger, some perfume, and an assortment of little knives she hides all about her person

Quelq'un--

(Had a way better picture but tumblr was being difficult and wouldn't let me upload it so I had to make a quick doodle of bro) He's actually a very compassionate, calm, and patient man who will gladly help any actor who confides in him, sometimes even going out of his way to help those who don't even want anything to do with him which is evident in his many efforts to guide Calixite on the right path when he first woke up in Baltimore. And despite his willingness to help anyone, he mostly hovers around Calixte for some reason and shows a greater concern for him more than anybody, which is interesting, just like everything else about Quelq'un. No one has the slightest idea where he comes from, why he just popped up out of the blue when Calixte arrived in Baltimore, or why he seems to have a creepily deep understanding of everybody he interacts with--but if one things for certain, his mere existence has brought some closure to actors who've dreaded accepting that there is nothing beyond Baltimore and the town's neighboring trading partners, and that they're all alone in this absurd, cruel world. But then again, Quelq'un in many aspects is as far from a figure of hope gets, and probably only goes to show that beyond Baltimore there is a world far more complicated and horrific than anything the average human is capable of processing. His appearance is already peculiar enough but what has really led people to stay as far away from him so as to retain the little sanity and conviction they have left is his incomprehensible abilities, ones that simply do not abide by the laws of physics and nature. Any solace he once brought to people quickly morphed into deep repulsion and terror, especially at the thought of an entity like him not only existing on top of all the other paradoxes that threaten to warp their understandings of their metaphysical beings permanently, but also being able to just phase in and out of the world around them at will. Thinking about what Quelq'un's existence means for every actor who's ever wound up in Baltimore has made people go incoherently mad, to the point that not even Whitman wants anything to do with them and so they're 'dealt with'. However, as absolutely harrowing as that all is, Quelq'un is just a pretty chill and delightful guy--just don't try and pry into mysteries you're not ready for.. Class (at the beginning...): none; does not apply Things he always carries on his person: a seemingly infinite amount of instructional books he personally created to help Actors understand how things work in Baltimore and a very odd silicon staff that seems to be the source of his abilities

Deadpan -

Deadpan is a very straight-faced and stern individual who would describe herself as having no purpose without her knowledge. Not only is she in charge of a very respected ring of scientists who share very noble goals and frequently confer with other actors to discuss their findings, but she herself is just a tremendously respected woman primarily because of how openly and flagrantly she retaliates against Whitman and his perverse burlesque of human society. How does she get away with this? Well, it's simple--she isn't exactly in the same boat as the other actors. What I refrained from mentioning before in my other post is that there is another tier to the actor hierarchy, and that is the 'foreign residents' tier. They make up a measly 15% of the actor population which is actually about 150 individuals altogether (of course that number is occasionally fluctuating due to new additions, people dying, or just straight up disappearing but generally this is the statistic), so of those 150 are a total of about 23 persons who not only don't have to partake in abhorrent acts of violence in order to survive, but who can also preach whatever agenda they wish to without having to hold their tongue in public. Foreign residents are noted to be knowledgeable in fields that would conventionally be considered respectable, like science, medicine, politics, etc., and despite still missing very key fragments of their past, they harbor a deeper understanding of moral and ethics than other actors and can deduce for themselves why the world around them is absolutely, irrefutably absurd, wrong, and savage. Every single day, from when the sun rises and falls, she's cooped up in her makeshift lab jotting down entries of her discoveries and theories in various pamphlets that are distributed among actors who find her testimonies most reliable. When others remember so little of their past and what true civilness looks like that they're forced to accept this world as this new norm, Deadpan rebukes such thinking and dedicates her entire being to gathering evidence that can prove her all famous theory that Baltimore is without a doubt merely the shadow of a real civilization, where every law is reversed and deformed beyond recognition to fit unsavory ideals. How is this possible? How does that influence who ends uphere and who doesn't? If this really is their new reality, wouldn't that mean that her efforts are all in vain? Deadpan is adamant to not rest until she finds the answers to those questions. Class (all throughout the story): foreign resident Things she always carries on her person: a small glass jar of an absolutely atrocious smelling and volatile bright yellow substance with the consistency of mucus that is labaled as "yellow saliva" and no one knows why she keeps it on her person or where she even got it from

Chauncey --

Make no mistake, in spite of his appearance and ethereal aura, Chauncey is about as sweet and pleasant as a rose bush, a beautiful sight to marvel at from afar but upon closer inspection there seems to be a million things it can and will prick at you with. Beyond that smokescreen of a delicate and dashing man who's revered as a idol among Baltimore Citizens for his striking charm and pledged allegiance to the Baltimore way of life, is a powerful being, once filled with integrity and driven by selfless benevolence and wonder now rendered into a frantic and messy Don Quixote who's lost grip on the righteous principles that once defined him. He's a bit in denial about that though and will promptly correct and shutdown anyone who thinks his methods of 'restoring heavenly prosperity' are questionable. And indeed that is correct--Chauncey, even though he's been thrusted into the same predicament as everybody else around him under very weird circumstances, is not of the same world as the other actors. He's of one far more blissful and serene, one that revolved around the kind of order and goodness humans can only dream of emulating. Heaven. How in God's good name did he end up here? Why? Does he know anything that can possibly answer the many, many questions that has been haunting the mind's of every actor who still has hope for freedom from this dystopian hell? Those questions of course can easily be applied to almost any other actor, but obviously the situation is a little more urgent and horrifying when you realize that an angel too has been robbed of their memories and rendered no more powerful than the average human under Whitman's hegemony. All he claims to remember is being a humble and hard working guardian angel who was training to join the Empyrean army, and at some point his memories just sludge into an indecipherable blur. Some actors straight up just don't believe him and think his words are simply the final hurrahs of another sad soul who is teetering on the brink of insanity. It's a truly bizarre and cruel situation all around that has clearly taken its toll on Chauncey who is seemingly a complete Jekyll and Hyde now, Baltimore's most beloved laughingstock on stage and an idealistic agitator behind closed curtains. It's probably worth mentioning that despite all the charm and flamboyant flare he uses to get on the Whitizens' good side, he's still a Dog and has been for his last five years in Baltimore--a Dog who's in fact more famous for his antics of rebellion and revolution than how good he is at dancing, singing, and putting a show for the public's entertaining. The sad reality is, he's really only kept around because the Whitizens quite enjoy watching him humiliate himself in order to maintain some semblance of a good reputation, so much so they're willing to pay to see him humiliate himself or much worse cases, humiliate him themselves. No one really knows exactly what the latter suggests, but surely it's not anything too bad since Chauncey always seems to walk out the same impudent stardreamer everyone knows him as, with a couple extra Craz (Baltimore money) in his pockets to boot. People often assume he just holds onto his hard-earned money considering that, well, he doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, but that's not exactly the case; deep in the forests of Baltimore resides a very humble community of Dogs who despise Whitman through and through and as a result have been wounded, shunned, and discarded by society and left to rot in the outskirts. Chauncey, however, swept into their lives and took it upon himself to be their new leader--solemnly swearing to protect them and care for them, no matter what. And in return, all he asks, is that they follow instruction and allow him to shape them into the best versions of themselves... Class (in the beginning): Dog Things he carries on his person: A nail fail and a very peculiar crystal shaped totem he's often seen talking directly into as if something resides in there

Dixie Wixted--

With such striking beauty and a soft buttery country accent that has successfully lured many love-struck bachelors to her doorstep, Dixie Wixted for sure is one of the most familiar faces in Baltimore, especially in the illegal underbelly, and surprisingly for all the right reasons. She has a such an enticing wit and unique intelligence about her that serves to reassure that she's just the kind of knowledgeable and smart gal you want as a friend. Where most people panic and get flustered, Dixie sits back, indulges on a bottle of wine, and lights a cigarette to not letting this world see her crumble. It's such an admirable outlook many have adopted as inspiration to keep pushing onward, no matter how much the odds may seemed stacked against them--advice from her seems to resonate a lot better than from Deadpan who even doesn't have to endure what they do on a daily basis or Quelq'un who, although he means well, is an unsettling sight to behold and also doesn't have to regularly perform acts of violence just to afford a single meal. In such a way that could almost make Chauncey envious, Dixie has become a bit of an icon and in the same way Quelq'un wishes he could, she's helped people ease into this new reality of theirs. In all the absurdity and suffering that surrounds them, Dixie is about as close to normal and relatable as it gets--wanting to survive because that's all she can do. But that just begs the question, where does Dixie's laidback demeanor come from? Its very impressive, yes, but to a certain degree. There's a eventually point where admiration dissolves into confusion at how lethargic and overly blase she can get at times, even in more urgent matters that should alarm her. But it seems that she just cannot be bothered to exert herself anymore than she already does, even in the face of danger, in which case she'll just smooth-talk and slyly slip her way out of any messy confrontations. It's baffling just how jaw-droppingly lucky she must be to be able to successfully elude Baltimore policemen and even get some of the more dangerous actors to let her go scotch free whenever she flunks out on an arrangement, and this has happened countless times, without fail, all throughout her ten years of being an actor. Some people have assumed its just her sheer willpower and quick thinking that has gotten her through the toughest of situations any actor can be faced with, but others aren't so convinced. Surely if she was that concerned with her survival, she would make the effort to try and progress through the hierarchy rather than staying stagnant and only doing what's really just the bare minimum to scrape by. Its that realization that often triggers many of her admirers to spiral down a rabbithole of all the inconsistencies that exist in her persona, ending with the single question of--why are we looking up to this woman again? With how little Dixie speaks of her past (or whatever she can recall from it at least), her exact ambitions, or personal perspective on the anarchy that surrounds them, this question is likely to be left unanswered. That is, for people who yet to catch onto the fact that in Dixie's eyes survival is not excelling to the top and becoming another heartless zombie, survival is doing what she must, what is merely required of her, to live long enough to see a fulfilling end. And a fulfilling end, in her eyes, is not becoming another statistic in some madman's sick game--it's slipping away into an unremarkable, forgettable death. Maybe some time ago, her will to live was actually there and therefore people can understand why she's celebrated for her perseverance, but nowadays a peaceful death is all she craves. Her light at the end of the tunnel lies only in a silent demise, and so she unwinds and does nothing as she allows herself to fall back down to the bottom of the hierarchy and, eventually, hopefully, disappear.. Class (at the beginning of the story): Panjandrum Things she always carries on her person: at least three packs of cigarrettes, a switchblade, and a pocket mirror

[makemeactup]

Ringo Starr x OC - Hello

Summary: The lads have a bash with Beth, their childhood friend and fellow musician. After Ringo and her are left alone, things pick back up as it always seems to do when substances are involved.

Triggers: alcohol & drug mentions, sex, porn with VERY little plot.

A/N: to prove I'm alive and writing, just slow, here's an oc x Ringo thing I did a while ago! Imma not say more bc I WILL ramble about my oc

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It was a get together, a house party only for the five of them. Getting drunk or high, or both, wasn't expected, but it happened. How could they say no? Good vibes, good company, and good substances — it was destined.

George was the first to retire, smashed off his head and high as a kite. He said he felt a little nauseous, and excused himself to the guest bedroom. Next was Paul, also drunk and high, but mainly just tired and mellow. He was falling asleep on the couch, and was sent to share the room with George. Lastly was John, far higher than anyone, he'd consumed a vast amount of vodka and beer and coke, and he'd stumbled his way towards the bathroom, not to be seen for the rest of the evening.

That left a drunk, high, and bashful Ringo, and a drunk, high, and joyful Beth. Sat beside each other on the couch, knees touching, laughter flowing freely and, perhaps, a bit obnoxiously outside of their bubble. They were talking about past times, future times, jokes and memories. Everything and nothing.

His arm was behind her along the couch, bent at the elbow to prop his head up; his torso was facing her, free hand resting on his thigh, fingers tantalisingly close to her leg, tapping an absentminded beat. She was facing him, leg hiked up to lay on the couch beside his hip, hands in her lap and other leg swinging as they spoke.

Everytime Ringo would make her laugh, she'd lean back a little bit, or her head would lightly hit his arm, or she'd place her hand on his knee or over his own hand. Each time, his drunken heart swelled, his cheeks grew a bit rosier, and he felt like a teenager again.

His eyes were entrancing, a gorgeous blue that Beth loved to get lost in. His smile was handsome, especially when it crinkled his eyes and he flashed teeth. He was a funny man, so full of love and joy, and he was warmth personified. He was cute, she'd happily admit. And a longing ached in her chest.

Like always, both of them eventually grew silent. It was just the hum of a record and the low volume of the TV keeping the room alive as the pair held their eye contact. It was intense, intimate. As if nothing else existed but them. A shared adoration, a shared love for one another.

"Hello, Richard," Beth spoke after another palpable few seconds, leaning up a little towards him. Her voice was lacking its previous brashness, now something more genuine and quiet.

"Hello, Bethany," Ringo replied, tone low and just for her. He leaned in a little bit too, noting the way that her cheeks flushed with his movement.

"Hello, Ritchie," She leaned up a little more.

"Hello, Bethie," He leaned down some more.

Their noses were practically touching, eyes half lidded with their sudden close proximity. Their breaths were mingling, a warm touch of anticipation between them.

"Hi, Ringo," Beth leaned in for the last time, lips grazing his.

"Hi, Beth," And their lips met.

It was soft at first, slow and almost hesitant. As if any further action would make the moment null and void; his free hand found the warmth of her thigh, exploring the fabric of her jeans and stopping shy just at her hip, just to repeat the process in reverse. He hummed as her hand found the side of his neck, fingers carding through his hair and playing with the strands.

Fuelled by alcohol, and perhaps a touch of lust, Ringo's grip on her thigh tightened as he intensified the kiss. He wanted to smother her, show her what he'd been waiting to do, how good he could make her feel. Maybe he could make it a point, and maybe she'd remember this unlike last time — hopefully he would, too. But right now, he was feeling bold.

Ringo's free hand met the base of her neck, the abrupt coldness of his rings eliciting a shiver from Beth. His fingers trailed up, carding through her hair and halting at the crown of her head; he grabbed a gentle fistful, a messy thing that had her groaning into his mouth.

Beth shuffled towards him, a hint for him to help. In one swift move, and with a little adjusting, she was straddling his lap. Their kiss was unbroken, growing more heated and desperate by the second. Both of her hands found his hair, and a single hand of his came to squeeze her ass hard.

It was no secret, in their new position, of his arousal. She could feel it straining beneath her, making her ache painfully for him as he was for her. She wanted him. She needed him. The way her hips ground against him said that perfectly. And yet there was worry in her mind.

"Ringo," Beth breathed, pulling back from the kiss with a little push back from his hair-curled hold. Her eyes met his, "We shouldn't do this."

He considered this for a moment, his usually bright blues tinted with something dark. Like an ocean during a storm. He searched her gaze, looking for any sign this should end. Finally, his lips parted, grip in her hair tightening a little. "I want you."

Needing no further reason to continue, she crashed her lips back into his. It was feverish, desperate, no longer holding any signs of hesitation or uncertainty. They needed each other, and each other they would have.

"Take 'em off, darlin'," Ringo hummed after a few more seconds of grinding and soft whines and holding himself back. He tugged at her jeans, "Need t' be in you."

Not having to be told twice, Beth shuffled away, trailing the kiss as far as she could. She stood, shaking hands making quick work of her buttons and zipper. Wiggling her hips to get them off, she cast a glance as he undid his belt and worked on freeing himself.

After kicking her trousers and underwear aside, and letting Ringo do the same, she took a step closer before he stopped her with an outstretched hand, "Undo your top. Please."

A lopsided grin found Beth's face at his polite yet demanding request, unbuttoning her shirt to allow it to drape at her sides. He was stroking himself, watching. But, far too drunk to be self conscious, she approached, flinging herself back into his lap and crushing her lips into his.

Settling back atop him, with some help admittedly, Ringo lined himself up as best he could whilst being devoured by their kiss. He drew back, both hands at her hips, and peered up at her with so much love and desire that she thought she'd melt.

"You ready?" He asked softly, barely a whisper. She simply nodded.

Following his lead, she slowly sunk onto his length, a collective groan filling the room. Her skin erupted into goosebumps at the sensation of being full, brows slanted as she drew in a shaky breath. For a long moment, they basked in each other's intimacy, her head finding the crook of his neck and breath erupting goosebumps in its wake.

He bucked his hips, prompting a surprised gasp; when she sat up, she began rocking atop him, the sensation lulling his head to fall back onto the couch. With lidded eyes he watched her, a hand sliding up to slip behind the open button up and under her bra.

Fingers found her nipple, toying with it. She moaned softly in response, hurried her pace. He gave a smirk, "'s that good?"

"Yes... God... please, Ringo..." Was all Beth could get out, voice a whine and damn near fucked out already.

If it was another night, maybe not when they're trying to be conscious of volume, he'd have fun with that. But for now, he nodded, muttering something breathy about how he knew. All the while, his other hand crept up to toy with her other nipple.

Every now and then, his hips bucked involuntarily, shoving himself deeper inside. And each time, she gave a delightful little gasp and moan combination, clenching around him and throwing her head back. And each time she did that, Ringo swore he could cum right there and then.

She was fucking herself on him, practically drooling. So ready to give herself as he was to her, and Ringo doubted there was ever a better feeling than this.

He began raising his hips to meet her in a steady rhythm, not quite helping the moans starting to occasionally filter through his lips. Without much thinking, his right hand left her breast and trailed up, exploring her deliciously smooth skin and grazing her throat.

The moment his fingers touched the sensitive area, she gasped and her whole body seemed to shake. She whined.

"Oh?" Ringo brought his hand back slowly, fingers curling softly around the expanse of her petite neck. She leaned into his hand a little, clenched around him, moaned something pathetic. "Oh. D'you like that?"

"Y-Yes, Richard, I do. Holy shit," Beth sounded breathless, as if saying anything took a lot of effort and energy. And for her it did, senses overwhelmed with the situation and his touches and how good he felt inside of her all at once.

When his real name left her mouth, he shakily inhaled, hips bucking into her and a hand at her hip pulling her down. Fully inside of her, his eyes closed, savouring how well she took him and how amazing she was. They stayed like that for a long moment, their heavy breaths mingling and appetite for each other not yet satiated. Perhaps it never would be.

Their eyes met now, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. Her nails dug into his clothed shoulder, lips subtly moving as if she wanted to speak. For a second, Ringo considered speaking, too. But like his partner, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I need you," She whispered, attempting to gain some sort of friction, of motion, from the man beneath her.

He hummed after allowing himself another moment to commit this to hazy memory, smile threatening to grow into the dorky grin she'd come to adore. Wordlessly, he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her close, shifting so that she lay in the couch beneath him. He kept himself inside of her, his breath heaving as she clenched around him impatiently.

Without prior warning, he began thrusting into her; his pace was hard and consistent, not slow but nowhere near as fast as he could go. A ringed hand found her throat again, daring to squeeze just a little bit. Her back arched into him as she let out a borderline pornographic moan.

Her hands clawed for any part of him, coming to rest in his shoulder and in his hair. She pulled him down, desperation thick in her kiss and the whines and moans that were softly escaping her, now filtering so perfectly into his ears. His skin erupted into goosebumps, a groan leaving his throat as she tugged at his hair.

"Please, please — fuck me, please."

Just when Ringo thought that Beth couldn't get more attractive or sexy or otherworldly, she had to beg and prove him wrong. His lips found their place at the shell of her ear, leaving sloppy kisses as he tried to catch his breath. "I've got you," He whispered.

As requested, he picked up his pace, leaning up to observe her expressions and the product of his handiwork. Through a heaved breath and exertion, he smirked something wild, "You're so fucking gorgeous. I've been thinkin' 'bout this."

"You feel so good," She managed with a smile, his gorgeous eyes the only thing she could feasibly make out through the physical blur of alcohol and the mental fog of him and how he dominated her senses.

Using it as fuel, Ringo reached a hand down and began circling her bundle of nerves, noting the way her legs shook, she got louder, and his name began slipping into her extacy. He was finding it harder to keep himself quiet, his own moans and groans now evident in the room, dancing with hers in a perfect vocalisation of their affections.

"I-I-I'm— so close," Beth whimpered, eyes clamped shut as she chased her high.

"Look at me when you cum," Ringo urged, his own desperation and impending release racking his voice with an unsteadiness. "I wanna see you."

Willing her eyes open, Beth nodded, her hand leaving his hair to grasp his wrist at her throat, pulling it down onto her. Taking the hint, and losing himself in his own struggle to not cum, he squeezed far harder than she'd expected him to. And that was what pushed her off of the precipice.

With a loud moan of his name that ran into an incoherent string of words, Beth came, hips bucking and body shaking. Tears pricked her eyes as she pathetically tried to pull him down to kiss. And he allowed her, lips meeting hers as he continued pounding into her, urgently chasing his own orgasm and relishing in how perfect she was.

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out, cumming onto her stomach whilst moaning into her mouth. His whole body racked with a violent shiver as his head fell into the crook of her neck. He left tired, sloppy kisses along her neck, latching onto a spot to nibble and suck just to leave proof he had been there.

Once satisfied, Ringo stood and slipped his underwear on. He picked hers up as he found a pack of tissues, doing his intoxicated best to wipe her stomach clean before allowing her to slip her panties on. Practically collapsing onto the opposite end of the couch, he ushered her over to lay between his legs, her head on his chest as he played with her hair.

"I love you, Ringo," Beth spoke, voice barely audible and cracking with overwhelming drowsiness and the small cocktail of drugs in her system.

"I love you too, Beth," He replied at the same volume, smile almost comically wide and lazy, his cheeks rosy. He wrapped an arm around her, staring up at the ceiling as it slowly rippled and threatened to spin.

Ringo's eyes fluttered closed after a few minutes, a satisfaction deep rooted in his soul. And yet he feared for when they woke up and forgot about the whole thing.

[puexii]

Yuh so imma just drop this really old thing I wrote a while ago with my ocs hrhrr

Includes many outdated facts like Ren going out frequently and them living in a warehouse

actually Ren is not allowed to go out by himself and they live in Clyde's apartment but anyways

Oh also I hadn't really figured Clyde's personality out back when I wrote this so uhh ye

Oh ye also the kit having a cat thing was based on a drawing I made at the time, not sure if I'm keeping it in canon

Anyways onto the thing itself

Ren “RN-E5” finds a moth

One time, while Ren was outside on one of the buildings observing from a high place like usual, he found a moth, or rather a moth found him.

“Hmm? Whats this?” Ren said when he noticed a cool bug, “it looks so cool! And fluffy!” Ren said surprised by the coolness of the bug “i should go show everyone!” Ren said to himself excited about the cool bug. Ren then stood up and spread his wings, preparing to fly back home, which is the warehouse they stay in, except while doing so the moth got scared and flew away. “W-WAIT!” Ren asked the moth while trying to follow it. “I didnt mean to scare you!” Ren said while the moth continued to fly away.

Ren started to fly behind the moth, trying to not crash with it. The moth tried to speed up since there was a giant (compared to the moth) robot following it. “I dont wanna hurt you! I just wanna show you my friends thats all!” Ren said to the moth attempting to make it stop.

After a while of flying and attempts at persuading the moth, they started to get tired. Then the moth went into a narrow place, trying to escape the robot thats been following it for three hours now. Ren finally realised that he was scaring the moth all this time, and also decided he should probably save the charge he has left for the flight home. “Oh uhm, sorry i didnt mean to scare you like that.” ren said while preparing to leave.

After a bit he reached the warehouse and landed. When he went inside he took off his wings and decided that he should probably go to bed early this time since he flew alot that day, except he was interrupted by clyde who noticed he finally came home after staying outside later than usual. “So what were you up to today?” Clyde asked ren, “i found this really cool bug today and wanted to be friends with it and show you guys like kit did with their cat! Except i might have followed it for too long and scared it so i thought i should probably leave alone.” Ren told clyde. “And you were flying all this time? No wonder your battery started to run out.” Clyde said while leaning on the wall, “hehe, yeah, i did that!” Ren said while chuckling realising that he didnt really think this through. “Ok ill go now, i still need to recharge.” Ren said while starting to leave “alright, see ya!” Clyde said while waving to ren goodbye.

The next day ren went back to the building looking around as usual, until someone familiar came beside him, “oh hey! You came back! I honestly never expected this since what i did to you yesterday!” Ren said while laughing lightly, remembering his stupidity the previous day. Suddenly the moth started approaching ren slowly, “hm?” Ren said while noticing the moth approaching, “I thought you hated me.” Ren says while confused by the moth’s behaviour. Then the moth flew and sat on ren’s head, “huh, you seem to be a very forgiving lil guy!” Ren said happily, still confused by the moth’s behaviour. The moth stayed up their, seemingly forgiving the silly bot, though ren didnt notice since he couldnt feel the moth up their.

After a while when ren decided to go do something else, he noticed the moth, surprised by the fact that the moth was up their the whole time, he didnt really say anything, only making a “:O” face. Before he could say anything, the moth started to leave, maybe going home, “oh! Uhh bye mr bug! Or ms i couldnt really tell. Was nice hanging out with you!” Ren said while waving to the moth goodbye.

Ren was happy for the rest of the day, perhaps he made a new friend! Later when he went home he told kit and Clyde about how he became friends with the cool bug he saw the other day, kit seemed happy about the story, clyde was surprised by the bug’s behavior but he didnt think much of it.

[buckysgrace]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @jozstankovich

1.how many works do you have on ao3? 18!!

2. what's your total ao3 word count? oh boy.... 1,225,652

3. what fandoms do you write for? Stranger Things and Fargo currently! Although am wanting to write more of joe and dacre's characters i just need more content hehe.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Cruel Summer, Dancing in the Dark, Friendly Competition, Midnight Hours, Just the Two (Ok maybe four) Of Us

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not? YES!!! I love responding to comments literally will talk about my work forever so beware lmao (tho it's harder for me to keep up with comments on tumblr??)

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm really not an angsty ending person I need my happily ever afters lmao. Maybe Friendly Competition via Steve's pov (so sorry Steve)

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Cruel Summer I guess? All of them sort of have a happy ending in a round about way?? I am a softie, I have no shame.

8. do you get hate on any fics? Mhmm I don't believe I have. Although I have been called a pedo idk if that counts. Have had some comments about Kim being annoying but don't think it's hate just more so an opinion?? Honestly surprised i haven't gotten more hate about the stepcest but i see you freaks out there lol.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? THE NASTY KIND! Haha love it being carnal and needy but also soft???

10. do you write crossovers? whats the craziest one you've written? I have never wrote one but... who knows maybe some day in the future lol. I do dream about Billy as a Targaryen prince so....

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes but once I spoke to them they took it down right away :)

12. have you ever had a fic translated? Not any current fics but I do have some former 1D fics that may still be out there translated (god i hope not)

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Oh yes with my love @sadhours one published many wips

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? Listen... Dramione is all time favorite. Also love percabeth now that percy jackson is out and reminding me of my childhood.

Ya know I also gotta throw in Kimgrove (Kim x Billy, thank you @cassandracorvo ) my babies

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh boy where do I even begin lol. I have a few threesomes (BillyKimSteve and BillyKimTommy and BillyKimAdrian) I have a few Harringrove ones I just cannot get to. In the end I guess the one I'd want to finish is this AU where Kim is married to Tommy but can't let go of Billy hehe

16. what are your writing strengths? imma say... smut. and making realistic ocs... idk lol maybe dialogue? At least I hope so I have mini conversations with myself when I'm writing out characters talking so fingers crossed lol.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? commas...i love commas... too many damn commas everywhere (but i love them). Anything involving fight scenes or angst.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think it's fine? no real opinion I guess? I just would not try because I do not speak other languages and it makes me too anxious to trust google translate in case it's wrong lmao

19. first fandom you wrote for? One Direction omg... Zayn girlie lol.

20. favorite fic you've written? Cruel Summer for sure. Got me back into writing after a LONG pause. I'm just very happy with how it turned out too.

tags!!! (sorry i only speak to like 2 people so please if you see this and wanna do it I tag you too mwuah) @sadhours @floredaqueen @destroya-hargrove

[milflewis]

niamh my love tell me about your apparent genius

ok imma just copy paste the whole thing in here from the gc bc i’m way too high to type it out again n make it neater. it’s based off a webbonso prompt someone sent me that i haven’t filled out yet

ok. so. webbonso. but mark keeps running away every time their dicks are out….🤧🤧 but not bc of what you think !! he’s ok with the gay thing. kinda. maybe. with the lights low and socks on. but he thinks nando is a top and so is he……how can they be together…….stars not aligning for them…..where do they stick it if not in each other……. but mark is being stupid bc fernando wants that horse cock and he wants it now !!!!! but bc mark keeps running away from him he thinks mark doesn’t want him. boom. miscommunication trope.

mark keeps kissing nando. overcome w emotion for this tiny angry person !!!! with lots of hair n teeth. and nando is. into it. pushing at mark so mark will press him into a wall of a. cough. totally random redbull motorhome.

grabs mark’s dick when they hear someone that could maybe sound like seb giggling w someone who could maybe. ugh. sound like lewis. and. oh. wow . wowwww

that’s like. big 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and listen. ok. the ferrari car is shit. nando isn’t winning. seb is being a cunt on the podium. lewis is being a dick on AND off the podium. but here. in this. nando can win.

and if smth in his chest gets all warm and fuzzy when mark pulls away. hands on his hips. fingers digging in. resting his cheek against fernando’s. breath hot. then. whatver. that works too.

so nando has a new mission. get mark webber to fuck him. preferably where seb will overhear them and weep. but that’s optional !!! nando is flexible !!!! he adapts. a hickey on his neck will do. low enough his fireproofs will cover but nando could bend down in front of seb. collar slipping…..oops !!

but. but !!!! mark keeps like. running away??? and nando knows he wants it. he can FEEL how much mark wants it and mark is the one who initiates like half the making outs so. what. is. the. fucking. problem

maybe he cries to jenson about it where lewis overhears and laughs for twnety minutes

mark is being all stoic and man pain. oh why can’t i be a girl…..why can’t HE be a girl……then we could be together……and jenson is fully prepared to deal w his internalised homophobia and be all gentle about how two guys can love each other and that’s ok mark !! that’s alright !!!! (he’s had a lot of practise with lewis) and mark just comes out with a banger of “but guys can’t fuck 😔😔 it’s scientifically impossible. no i know we have a hole too jenson but it’s like the penguins and their wings….it doesn’t work……” single dean winchester tear falling down his cheek

jenson is like. wot. but WE fucked

mark: but you had long hair so i could pretend you were a girl and then our bodies changed. like frogs

jenson: ………have u been talking to sebastian

mark: yeah. he knows lots about this did u know that

anyway !!!! jenson manages to convince mark that this is NOT how bodies work and guys can fuck other guys and they should !!! pls pls fuck fernando mark so he will stop talking to me about it i am begging you —

and mark fucks nando with his monster cock and nando gets his hickey (seb doesn’t cry bc mark keeps smiling at fernando. all soft mouth and eyes. and that’s good enough for him) and they live happily ever after.

the end.