#i am assuming this has all been thoroughly covered

[lunarflux]

x: Thomas Shelby found his match in an information bookie who has eluded the grasp of the Peaky Blinders long enough to crumble their power over Birmingham. But at last, he found you. The ghost he'd been chasing was finally in front of him, but you were trickier than he expected. Dangerous, cunning - and a bit too much like himself. To buy your loyalty, he would have to sell his in equal measure. Loyalty for loyalty - blood for blood - how much were either of you willing to spill before the game changed entirely?

part 24: a grudge easily lost

word count: 1,824 tag: @bruhidkjustwannaread | @rubyxx16 | @bellabarnes1378 | @johnmurphys-sass | @strangeobsessed

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1919

The harshness of London's rainy days never failed to leave its mark on your skin. Another damp morning led you into a bookshop, the one at the corner street. You hid behind a shelf as you waited for your hair to dry. Your coat, two sizes too small, was thoroughly soaked through until it dripped around your ankles.

The sound of snickering pulled you to a scene on the other side of the shelf. You peeked through, catching clearly the sight of a man snaking his arm around a young woman. She pressed herself flush against him as she giggled. As his hand dropped, the glaring bright wedding band glimmered. When the woman turned, there was no ring, just a dainty bracelet on her wrist.

"You're soiling a first edition, young lady."

Your head snapped up, and your eyes met those of an older gentleman. He wore a crisp suit, and while you expected anger in his eyes, he had an amused smirk. He crouched down and sat beside you. He pulled a book from the floor and showed you the few rain droplets that fell from your coat, scattered across the book's fabric cover.

"One must never put gossip above the knowledge of books," he chided. "Eavesdropping is unladylike."

"And sitting on the floor is unbecoming of a gentleman." You stared at him with a frost one would only find in a grown woman hardened to the world. "Every woman eavesdrops, sir. Do not blame them for what they hear. It's a man's own fault if he speaks and expects no one to listen."

The man's eyes narrowed, not with suspicion but with curiosity. He nodded softly. "Tell me then. What is it that you have learned?" He motioned towards the couple on the other side of the shelf.

You sighed, looking down to the floor. "He's married. Not to her. I could make an assumption and say she's his mistress. Judging by how comfortable they are, I assume they come here often. She laughs too much, and that bracelet looks like it's of much higher value than everything else she's wearing."

"I see." He nodded again. "Those two meet here every Thursday. He gave her that bracelet last week. His wife has no taste for books."

Your eyes widened. He already knew. He just wanted to test you—to see what you figured out on your own and how closely your deduction matched the facts.

"My name is Alfred," he said with his hand extended. "Alfred Bingham."

You stared at the gesture suspiciously.

"Come now, you mustn't forget your manners. Your parents would—"

"They died a year ago," you whispered.

Alfred offered you a somber grin. "Very well. And how long have you been a wanderer?"

You looked down at the floor again, pinching your fingers to hold back answering.

He put his hand on yours with a gentle squeeze. "Never give away when you are nervous. Or stressed. Or angry or sad. Emotions give us away at the cruelest times. If you want to be strong, act strong. Don't let them see it."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I believe you are smart. Smarter than others may think. You have no ties to this world, but I am here to offer you one. I've seen you walking the streets, always listening, always watching. I think it's about time you put that talent to use. And I can help you with that."

You narrowed your eyes with a soft scowl. "Why would you help me?"

Alfred chuckled. "Think of it like a game. You are in my shop after all. It would do me no good to cast a pawn out to be wasted."

"Pawns are the first to be sacrificed."

"Incorrect," he patted your head gently. "Pawns, when at the last rank, can be promoted to a rook. Perhaps a knight. Even a queen. Do you want to last the whole game and become a queen? Or will you let the king defend himself?"

"Are you saying you're the king?"

"No, my dear. I design the board. And to design the board is to have absolute omnipotence."

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Arrow House was unnervingly quiet as you sat in the grand parlor, your posture rigid and unyielding in the high-backed chair. The dim light from the chandelier cast long shadows across the room, amplifying the eerie stillness. Across from you, Bingham lounged on the sofa, his body relaxed but his gaze sharp and calculating. He swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, the faint clink of ice breaking the silence.

“You know,” Bingham began, his voice rich with mock amusement, “You made me wait longer than I expected.”

You tilted your head slightly, your voice devoid of warmth. “And yet, here I am.”

He chuckled, leaning forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with twisted delight. “Oh, how I've missed you and that biting tone of yours.”

“Why are we here, Alfred?”

Bingham laughed, a sharp, grating sound that echoed in the room. “You tell me. What have you deduced?”

You folded your hands in your lap, your demeanor chillingly calm. “There was a second bidder on this property. I can safely assume, now, that you were looking into it around the same time Thomas Shelby purchased it. Coming back here would mean you either intend to diminish its value or you want to use it as a bargaining chip.”

His grin faltered for a fraction of a second before he regained his composure, his tone mockingly patronizing. “A bargaining chip... And what do you think I'm bargaining for?”

You stared back at him, your eyes lazy and unamused at his prodding.

His playful façade cracked. He leaned forward, his tone dropping. “Mr. Shelby is going to great lengths to keep you in his possession. But you—just like this house, just like me—have a value. I want to see how much he values you. Would he give up the empire he's built for you? Or would he let you go because you simply aren't worth it.”

"I am in no position to understand what he wants."

"That is where you're wrong, y/n," Bingham chuckled. "Let this be another lesson for you to never assume the weight of a man's loyalty. Thomas Shelby is a man, and, in his pride, he could choose to have you—the woman who broke him down with hardly a lift of her finger, or he could keep his crown. One of us will fall, but I am the one with the one item of value that he will never find again. The woman he loves is not an item to be replicated. He will be broken if he loses you.

"And, dare I say, you love him, too. You love him enough to care for his family. Enough to let yourself be blinded, once again, to the follies of sentiment. This—" He pulled the ring from his pocket. "—Of all the things you could have looked for, it should never been something as pathetic as a token from a man whose pain and suffering were brought upon by you and you alone. You disappoint me, y/n. But I am offering you a chance to become queen again. All that stands between you and the crown is Thomas Shelby."

"What did you really want from me all those years ago, Alfred?" You suddenly asked. "For all this to be caused by a young girl who only needed shielding from the rain, I never understood why you held onto me all these years."

Bingham's smile returned. He placed the ring down, his expression slowly twisting into something more hardened. "I wanted you to be everything you should have been. My legacy. My confidant. My—"

"—You soiled your legacy the moment you touched me."

"I was never anything personal, y/n. That was a harsh reminder that, in the grand scheme of things, your body is a weapon. Not a gift. You were wasted loving Ezra. I needed to remind you being loyal to the man you loved would only be wasted time."

Wasted time. The phrase rang through your head like venom. He diluted your years with Ezra, reducing the bond you once had to an act. Then again, at the moment, you were wasting time. Buying time, more like it.

The tense silence was broken by the distant sound of gunfire outside. Bingham rose, his head snapping toward the window.

“What the bloody hell—” Pulling back the curtain slightly, his face darkened as he saw the Blinders closing in, moving with precision through the estate grounds. One by one, his men fell, and blood painted the gravel.

You remained seated, your voice calm and detached. “Checkmate.”

Bingham turned to you, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief. “You told them I'd be here.”

From the shadows, a familiar voice cut through the room like a blade. “No, darling, I did.”

Bingham's eyes scanned the room just as Polly Gray stepped into the light, a revolver steady in her hand. Her expression was one of pure, cold resolve.

“Well, well,” Polly drawled, her tone laced with venom. “Bingham, isn’t it? You're much... Smaller than I imagined.”

Bingham's hand instinctively moved toward his waist, but Polly cocked her gun with a sharp click.

“Ah, ah. None of that now.”

You stood slowly, your movements deliberate and composed. “Alfred, I'd like you to meet Polly Gray. I'm afraid she, like myself, has a habit of eavesdropping.”

Bingham sneered, his bravado faltering, but the expression of amusement returned. “A new game then?”

“No,” Polly said coolly. “I was never one for chess. I much prefer something more exciting.”

Before Bingham could react, you stepped forward with a swift and precise motion, slamming the butt of a small hidden pistol into the side of his head. He crumpled to the floor with a groan, unconscious.

Polly lowered her gun, giving you a nod of approval. “Cold as ice, aren’t you?”

You met her gaze, your voice steady. “Didn't want to get any blood on Tommy's carpet.”

Polly smirked, her eyes gleaming with pride. “You’ve been paying attention.”

The sound of heavy footsteps outside grew louder as the Blinders stormed into the house, each with a rifle aimed in different directions. Tommy appeared in the doorway moments later, his sharp gaze sweeping the room, taking in Bingham’s crumpled form and the two women standing over him.

Polly holstered her gun, nodding toward Tommy. “All tidied up for you, love. You’re welcome.”

Tommy’s lips twitched into the faintest ghost of a smile as he met your eyes. “Well done,” he said softly.

You looked down at Bingham. “Michael knows what to do?”

Tommy nodded, motioning to Arthur and John to remove the body. You released a long held deep breath as the tension in your neck shifted into an ache. You placed your hand on Tommy's arm, offering the gentlest of touches before leaving the room.

[woeswrites]

Yandere Stu Macher Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Murder, etc.

Notes: I realize I haven’t been active, like at all, but I am in college so it is what it is :p. BUT I am back with some Scream (specifically Stu Macher) content. They are extremely lacking in the yandere au department which is crazy to me, but especially when it comes to any sort of male reader. Like come on, they are literally so gay, but whatever. Anyways, hope none of you missed me too much, enjoy

He is SUPER touchy-feely (even before you two are in a relationship). In a perfect world he would always be holding onto you in someway or another. In particular his favorite forms of affection are resting his hand on your thigh and laying his head on your shoulder while either sitting next to you or giving you a hug from behind. It has absolutely never occurred to him that you might value your personal space

He loves spending all of his time with you. No matter what it is he wants you by his side. Movie marathons, parties you weren’t invited to, shopping, etc. are all so much more enjoyable when he’s in your presence. He’s got some tactics to get you to come with when you aren’t as willing (mainly begging until you give in), so you don’t typically get much time by yourself.

Any alone time you get will be intermittently interrupted by constant calls of ‘I miss you’s, ‘I can’t stop thinking of you’s, ‘what are you doing right now’s, and ‘I wish you were here’s. It doesn’t really matter what you’re doing or how important, he’s a very persistent guy

Despite how possessive he is (and he is very possessive), he’s also very cocky and full of himself. He wants everyone to know just how big he scored with you. He’d usually not one to think his partners are out of his league, again he has a big ego, but that is completely different with you. He’ll tell about just everyone he’s talking to about you and, despite hating when others look your way for too long, will introduce you to pretty much everyone he knows. You’ll be completely ingrained within his social circle

He loves teasing. It’s practically one of his love languages. Any time you object to one of his odd habits he’ll just assume you’re doing the same back to him. He’s kind of delusional in the way that he will never believe that the two of you are not always on the same page

He’ll fully believe you are dating before you’re actually together. Once he found you he knew you were the one, so it just never crosses his mind you could feel differently. If he was dating anyone at the time that would immediately be over, no explanation given to the other party. In all likelihood the relationship would only ever become official if you asked him. That doesn’t mean much to him though. He’ll still have your aniversary date memorized; when the two of you first spoke for the first time, and expects you to as well. He’ll pull out all the stops (flowers, expensive jewelry with engravings, dinner, etc.). You don’t have to get him anything, not that even a basic store bought card wouldn’t make him absolutely giddy, he just wants to bask in your presence. Despite it being both of your day, he’ll use it to celebrate you almost exclusively. Anything you want you can have. And the night isn’t over until he’s thoroughly praised your body head to toe

Never once will he feel embarrassed or ashamed of his feelings for you. It doesn’t matter to him if society isn’t too kind towards two men, you both are much above them in his mind anyways. It’s not like it really matters either way, he’s so well off that people are still willing to stick around either because they actually like him or the fact that he comes with a lot of benefits like great parties full of alcohol

Even if he isn’t feeling jealous, hickies are a must with him. He’ll completely cover you in them, lovingly and absentmindedly tracing them with his fingers as he listens to you speak. He loves knowing that there is a physical thing linking you to him no matter how far apart you are. This isn’t one sided either, he wants the same treatment back. If anything, he kind of enjoys that a bit more, but he would never admit it. Your attention and actions being completely focused on him just makes him buzz in excitement. His favorite spot to receive them is on his neck so he gets the best results socially, but the spots hidden away are just as fun. If they aren’t your thing he’ll try and wager with you to give in. You want to go somewhere by yourself for the first time in a month? Okay, fine, but only if you really go in on his jugular

He’s very talkative. Not that that’s a suprise or anything, but he loves to talk with or even at you. He’s vocal in all aspects of your relationship including in bed. Dirty talk is his thing. He’ll whisper dirty talk in your ear when he’s in the mood, doesn’t matter if you’re in public. And when the two of you are going at it he’ll switch between praising, degrading, and claiming you as his.

He doesn’t care what role you like, top or bottom, he’s up for it. He just wants to be with you in every possible way and if you feel more pleasure giving or receiving he is onboard. And he isn’t secretive about it. He’ll tell anyone who will listen about how he rocked your world or you rocked his last night. Mainly it’s Billy who’s subject to this, but only because he’ll actually sit through the whole conversation

Speaking of Billy, he’s about the only person he wont feel jealous with you hanging around. He was the closest person in his life before you came along, and even though you are now his whole world, the connection with Billy is still there. This is especially evident considering that he is still planning to go along with the whole Ghostface plan

He would keep you out of the loop whether or not you are truly aware of his true nature. He gets a kick out of the surprise aspect of the whole thing and would probably even convince Billy into letting him mess with you a little. He wouldn’t take it too far, but calls and a couple encounters while he is in costume would definitely happen. He wouldn’t want to end up loosing you, so it wouldn’t go too far, but it would be a lie saying watching you cower while covered in blood wasn’t a sight he had gotten off to before

He loves killing. The thrill of the hunt excites him to no end. If someone were to do anything like get too close to you he would definitely take things into his own hands. A few unplanned killings would make their way into one of Ghostface’s series of victims on behalf of Stu (Billy was not too happy about that, but what’s done is done) Once you found out he was behind the mask this would only happen more frequently as he has no reason to be as secretive about it

He might have some dark thoughts about hurting you on occasion, but he most likely would never act them out, finding more enjoyment in scaring you than actually inflicting any pain. Plus, if you get injured you’re out of commission for some time and he wouldn’t take the risk of not being able to hold you. During the spree killings Stu would say things to purposefully scare you, getting the added bonus of being able to comfort you afterwards if you became shaken up about it

Billy was annoyed when he was told that they would have to work the plan around you making it to the end and escaping cuffs with them, but it all worked out. He realized it made things more realistic anyhow, with three people making it out alive and all corroborating the same story to police. Billy and Stu would make sure you stuck to your scripted recount of events

If things did go awry then he would just flee with you both, it’s not like he needed much else. And he’ll make sure you know that too. So if you want to keep some semblance of your normal life you might as well try and keep their secret hidden

[osunism]

2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, 12, 14, 16, 17, 19, 21, 32, 35, 37, 40, 41, 42, 45, 54, 55, 59, 61, 63, 66, 75 and 77 for the Fanfic Writer Asks. I know there are too many, sorry! 🥺🙏🏻

Oh wow! These are a lot but I will take great pride and joy in answering them. Thanks for giving me something to think about!

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

It's a little bit of both, honestly. Lately I have been practicing being more deliberate and planning my stories more thoroughly as oppose to just writing and posting without thinking. Apparently this has had a positive effect. I get more comprehensive feedback on my writing than I ever have.

3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic.

Generally I do what I call the "bookend method." That is, I usually have the first and last chapter planned out. I know how I wanna start, and I know how I wanna end. And I recently started imposing chapter limits on myself so each chapter is basically like a scene from a play in how I plan it. That is, I know who I want to include in each chapter, the general subject being covered in the chapter, etc.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Music. I am a maladaptive daydreamer since I was 6 years old. Scenes have been turning in my head since I was cognizant enough to remember. Eventually the scenes spin into full stories. Of course, I read widely and often as well and get inspired to cook up my own ideas.

5. Do you like constructive criticism?

When I ask for it, yeah. I don't like when people just assume I want it because the comments tended to get a lil' disrespectful back in the day when I allowed that. Everyone's version of constructive criticism is different. To that end, if we have established a rapport, I welcome it. Everybody else: talk to me nice or not at all!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

It depends on how deep inside of a character [heh] I want or need to get. I used to be a die-hard first-person POV writer. But lately it's third-person limited.

9. Do you comment on stories you read?

I try to. I usually want to make my comments more than the usual flailing and emojis and memes. I want to leave substantial evidence as to why I enjoyed the fic, how it made me feel, etc. And I'm very good about it these days.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now.

I'll do my faves:

Beneath the Silk by @phyx-m - Sukuna x f!Reader; I describe it as a dark and bloody Beauty & the Beast, only you're not really sure who the beast is in this situation. It's so good and Sukuna is so darkly seductive and menacing all throughout.

Academic Affairs by ChocolateGranola - Sukuna x Gojo AU where they are academic rivals-to-lovers. I'm riveted.

Kindred Spirits by SkipGabe - A Sukuna x OC fic with super cool lore, great worldbuilding, and a very cool take on Sukuna's origins.

Monster Hospital by mushmoon12 - A Gojo x Reader-ish fic that is most assuredly enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-??? and it's an emotional rollercoaster.

Like Silk by satans_onlyfans - A Sukuna x Reader-ish fic that...well. Let's just say there's more than one Vessel.

Cor Unum by @vampyrsm - Sukuna x Reader-ish fic that can only be described as a fucking masterpiece from start to finish. I would say this fic and Beneath the Silk are in conversation with one another thematically, and the exploration of Sukuna is so well-done. It does have dead dove elements so be forewarned.

The Tragedy of a Duality by @katerina-marie - a Gojo x Reader x Sukuna fic that...well it's in the title. I recommend all this author's JJK stuff but this one was an absolute standout for me.

Infidelity by @tawus - A Gojo x Reader fic where Gojo proceeds to cause the most emotional distress I have ever seen just because Reader wanted to go out to the club. I don't wanna spoil too much but oh my god. Seriously, a masterpiece.

Sweet Little Lies by mooglepaws - A Toji x Reader and Reader x adult!Megumi non-curse!AU where Reader makes the best most horrible decision. The smut in this fic is astoundingly hot. Like maybe don't read this one in public.

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I used to let it get to me when I didn't get feedback on my fics, but I really do mean what I say when I say I write for myself. The stories I create for free are first and foremost for my enjoyment. That other people connect with and enjoy them too is now a bonus. I appreciate the feedback and support, but I will continue to write irrespective of receiving either. That being said, I won't lie and say getting feedback and support definitely helps motivate me to continue as much as my usual methods. :D

14. How do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

I draw from personal experience. When I want to evoke a certain emotion, I visit a memory of my own that evokes the exact shade of that emotion I want to paint on the page. I have...a lot of experience with some of the emotions that make more appearances in my fic than others.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

I've got quite a few. Let's crack open the Scrivener document.

This is currently every single fanfic project I currently have in rotation. This is levels of brainrot I haven't had since Dragon Age, and I have 60 published fics for that fandom. I have a lot of thoughts about this fucking manga/anime.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

When I want to be inspired, I read. When I want to create, I write. Sometimes it's necessary to read and let my brain process and enjoy being a reader for a while rather than constantly thinking about writing [which my brain perceives as a problem that needs solving].

19. What is the most-used tag on your AO3?

Original Female Character, probably.

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I have! While it was me commissioning the author for a story I created, we consider it a collaborative effort as we worked together every step of the way getting the story just right, and it featured my character in my continuity. I had hoped to be able to do this with more artists and writers in the future but the JJK fandom is...insular. I had plans for a little project featuring stories and art in my 'verse. There's writers whose writing styles I really enjoy and I would love to collab with them. :D

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

@phyx-m

@septembersums

@tawus

And this isn't to exclude other authors I read [I have a very exhaustive list, actually], but these are my three faves for their portrayal of my favorite canon characters, their premises, and their prose.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

They don't always have to have redeeming qualities for you to relate to them. It's okay to like that piece of shit for being a piece of shit.

37. How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Usually I treat it like a thesis paper. The chapter covers a specific subject and has a specific goal. I end the chapter when those objectives are met.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

There's a scene in Daughter of Disgrace where Yuji and Sundari get caught in Sukuna's domain. Sundari covers Yuji with her body and hugs him close while she casts her version of Hollow Wicker Basket, called Lakshmi's Lotus. It functions the same way as Falling Blossom Emotion in that it reduces the lethality of the domain. The Lotus technique layers this barrier and requires a lot of cursed energy. She was able to keep Yuji and herself safe for the duration of the domain [99 seconds].

The other scene is from the same fic, when Nadja...does what she does and shocks Sukuna.

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I honestly used to be one and done, but lately there's been some writers who have been knocking it out of the park with crafting stories that I love coming back to again and again. It might be the prose, the premise, the smut, whatever it is...I keep it in my bookmarks for a reason.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

The last fic I read was the Daddy Duty series by @sandwitchstories.

I highly recommend it if you like Dad!Kuna headcanons and fics. I have been craving some soft and wholesome Sukuna lately [and been too lazy to write it], so I was delighted when this popped up in my personal Sukuna feed on BlueSky. :D

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

My hope as a writer is to be able to do both, sometimes back to back.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

When I get to write That One Scene™️ that's been rattling around in my brain for what feels like forever.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Nadja is my all-time favorite OC I've ever created. As I've said before, I don't get a lot of feedback on my work outside of my Dragon Age fics. Nadja is my favorite OC because she's complex. She's not very likeable [she's a terrible parent and literally kills for money], she is hedonistic, and she tends to be very self-serving. Something kind of fun writing a character like that. Honorable mention to Sundari because I love writing a tough, strong girl who kicks ass and has a bad attitude.

59. Does anyone in your personal life know you write fic? if not, would you tell anyone?

Literally everyone in my life knows I write fic. Whether I allow them access to those fics is another matter. My parents used to catch me reading/writing smutty fanfic when I was in high school so...yeah. Imagine how they feel now that I'm a published writer with a proper degree and everything. Let the kids read/write their fic!

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

It's so fun! I love making my favorite characters smooch my OCs.

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

Cervix abuse. Y'all. Please. That shit is not fun in real life, I promise. A few little taps, yeah, but constant bruising? NO PLEASE NO.

That being said, I know how to hunt for the good smut.

66. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie. pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc.)?

I don't feel any pressure because I get no traction on my fics like that to feel like I need to update on any kind of schedule. So I write and publish whenever I feel like it.

75. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Since you didn't specify a fic name, I will pick one! Daughter of Disgrace, you're up!

The scene that took the longest for me to write was in chapter 11. Saddest thing I have ever written in years, I literally cried several times writing it, editing it, rereading it, posting it, etc. Sukuna and Sundari and Nadja deserved better than the hand fate dealt them.

77. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [Fanfic Name] story/chapter?

Favorite scene I've written from Daughter of Disgrace? There are so many! I really put my heart into that fic and I have so many favorite moments I revisit. There's the scene where Sundari and Gojo kill the higher ups together. Then there's the whole birthday party. The Shinjuku Showdown with Plot Twist was also fun as hell.

Honestly that whole fic was a good time start to finish.

𑁍 Fanfic Asks 𑁍

[cutephlegm]

Bloody knees

V - Ritual

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: NSFW, Description of gore

Read on Ao3

Summary: After an almost deadly encounter, Enki is badly wounded. You offer to help him heal by performing a ritual to the goddess of life and creation; Sylvian.

You’d both found yourself pinned against a door, gasping for air, your shivering body desperately trying to regain composure. Your lungs burned and your face was hot red, a sticky mixture of sweat and blood dripping down your body. The fight had been unexpectedly perilous and you were lucky to escape alive. Even more shocking was the fact that you’d both managed to slay the beast, escaping out the pit before you could alert more creatures.

Slumped over and catching your breath, your eyes met Enki’s, and for the first time you noticed vulnerability painted all over his face. His teeth were gritted shut, exhaling painful shallow breaths, his hands tightly cupping his abdomen. You let your mouth hang open wide for a minute before you gathered yourself and approached him. “Are you hurt….?” You asked, concern plaguing your voice. You noticed the priest scoff slightly at your words, removing a hand from his stomach and showing it to you. It was covered in blood, the dark thick substance pooling out from his wound, staining the floor red.

You took that as your answer and dropped to your knees, placing your hands on his to help prevent any more of the blood from gushing out of him. “…What are you doing?” His eyes had widened and he let a scowl from on his lips. “I’m saving your life, now sit down!” You commanded pressing your palm against him. He begrudgingly agreed and let his back press against the wall as he slipped down to your height, gasping in pain as his wound opened even more due to the movement. A few strands of his hair were messily plastered onto his face, as he glared at you with an unreadable expression.

You attempted to determine how deep the wound was, pressing your fingers into his flesh. He writhed beneath before you watched his eyes darken. Hands came up to grab your wrists stopping you from going any further. “Be careful, woman!” He scolded you, his breathing shallow and pained. “I’m sorry- this has to happen, just stay still and I will make this quick.” You reassured, prying your hands away him to delve into your satchel. You pulled up a bag of herbs and a piece of scrap cloth you’d fashioned into a bandage. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of the equipment but chose to keep his mouth shut, giving you a slight nod as you began to wrap the cloth around him. He winced at the sudden pressure; his pupils completely blown out as they fixated onto yours.

You frantically wrapped around the wound. “Damn it…” You cursed, watching your attempts go to waste as the blood leaked straight through the cloth, adding to the dark puddle that had formed on the floor. Enki was a pale man but his skin had begun to turn yellow he’d lost so much blood; you weren’t sure you’d be able to save him if you didn’t act fast immediately. “P-priest, how can I save you!?” You stuttered out, your voice shaky with concern. Enki’s eyes darted towards his satchel and then back towards yours, his gaze lingering a slight bit too long on your lips before he gritted his teeth and shook his head. “There is one way…” He begun, as one hand pressed against his abdomen, the other reaching for his satchel and pulling out a book.

“It’s a ritual, one performed by worshippers of Sylvian; the goddess of creation. Though am I right to assume you’ve never heard of such a being?” He slowly pried through the pages his eyes thoroughly grazing across each section. You paused, thinking to yourself a moment before shaking your head. “I’m not sure…” You admitted, sitting down cross-legged on the cold stone, causing a shill to run up your spine. “Then it’s probably for the best we don’t attempt it…” He exhaled a long breath before closing the book and laying it next to him, letting his head lean back again the stone. “What? Why?” You grabbed the tome and planted it back in his grasp. “No! I will not accept that, you will die otherwise, look at you!” You gestured to the gash which hadn’t ceased seeping out dark liquid.

He looked at you sternly before he scoffed, leaning his face closer to yours. “Fine, but do not blame me if this thickens the air for the remainder of the journey.” He spat, flicking to a page in the book. “It’s a healing ritual… one that heals both participants…” “Yes, so how is it performed?” Enki broke eye contact, squeezing his temple and wincing in discomfort at what he was about to say. He cleared his throat and pulled on your wrists again, this time much tighter than before. “I can’t believe I am saying this… To perform the ritual one must unite themselves with at least one other person.” You cocked your head to the side, raising a brow. “By that I mean… Intercourse.” He elaborated letting go of you; his face devoid of any colour.

“I’ll do it.” The priest stayed silent a moment his mouth slightly agape with surprise, before nodding, his eyes locking onto yours once more. They were half lidded from the fatigue and blood loss, his gaze had become unfocused and glazed over. “Let us not waste any time then… for what it’s worth… thank you.” He sighed, his gaze softening. You nodded, climbing on top of him of gently as you could, earning a pained groan from the priest as he sucked in quick breaths of air. “-Sorry” “It’s fine.” You winced as his hands steadied themselves on your hips, rubbing across the sore bruises adorning your body, causing you to let out a slight whimper. “Does that hurt?” Enki muttered through gritted teeth. “No- it’s okay.”

You weren’t sure whether you were or weren’t a virgin- whatever the case was it didn’t matter as you had no memory of any previous encounters. You smiled awkwardly as Enki pulled you closer to him, his own expression conflicted in itself. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asked as your bodies pressed up against each other tighter and tighter. He desperately attempted to cling onto a calm demeanour however you could feel his heartbeat thumping violently in his chest, beads of sweat rolling down his face. His body felt thinner than you expected, you could feel his bones press up against you, prodding at your flesh. “I am not going to let you die, Enki.” You assured him, trailing your fingers up his legs. He bit his lip as he felt you lift up his robe exposing himself to the cold air of the dungeon. You kept your eyes glued to his face, as he reluctantly pulled you on top of him. He shot you a nervous look before screwing his eyes shut, letting a moan slip from his lips.

You felt his blood trickle down your leg mixing with the sweat and moisture that leaked out from you, letting out shallow breaths as you clumsily grinded on top of him, feeling him pulsate inside of you. The sharp pain quickly subsided and turned into an ecstasy, only exemplified by the disgruntled priests tight grasp on your body. Enki’s eyes were wide, colour seeping back into his face, desperately trying to avert his gaze to avoid coming to terms with what was happening. You swatted away some loose hairs that’d stuck to his forehead and leaned in further to his face. “M-may I kiss you?” You asked in between thrusts. “…You may…”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you closed the distance between the both of you, moaning against his lips. He kissed you softly, his lips as cold as the rest of his body, the taste of iron and herbs lingering on your lips. His hands slipped up to rest on your waist, pulling you further into him as you felt him beginning to take charge with a silent determination. A few minutes of ecstasy passed; your bodies pressed tightly together fighting off death itself as you begun to feel yourself slip into a trance. “Resist it…” Enki spoke against your neck, exhaling weak breaths against your skin, causing the hairs on your body to stand up. You did as you were told and refused to let yourself succumb to the trance-like state.

Finally, his grip on your body tightened as you sped up your movements, rolling into him as a painful knot formed in your abdomen. You were both drenched in your own sweat and blood as you finally reached your climax, briefly hearing soft whimpers slip out of the priest’s mouth, as he seeped into you.

Enki let his back fall against the wall, the little colour he had returning to his face, as he fixed his robe. “Did it work?” You asked through heavy breaths, collapsing onto his chest. He raised a brow at the gesture before bringing himself to awkwardly pat your lower back, averting his eyes to where the wound had been. You follow his gaze, only to find that the only thing left was a faint scar.

[justallihere]

aNOTHER play by play of my thoughts <3

I kid you not the entire time I was reading this the audio of Klaus saying "MOMMY ISSUES" was playing in my head

Lilith really said, "I'm going to be useful when I come to my kids by brining riders AND insert myself into the military lol"

OMG OMG DEVERA AND FELIX!!!!!

I'm assuming their mother is a particularly touchy subject between Mira and Vi (i lowkey felt uncomfortable reading their conversation in a good way but I also wanted to diffuse the situation between the two 💀 LOL) Mira needs a goddamn award. The mental gymnastics of trying to love/defend her mom but also understanding Vi's own personal feelings and her position as queen is rough

Mira telling Vi she's the favorite (likely bc she's the baby bc let's be for real here lol) Vi thinking its Brennan makes my heart break for Mira because what about her???? (No slight against Vi or B but my heart aches for Mira too, as the eldest daughter). All of them need a goddamn hug

This line HIT , when did this become a therapy session LMAO

“It’s okay if it’s not enough, and it’s also okay if you let it be enough. If you try, too,” she added pointedly, “instead of being stubborn about it. She left the country she’s dedicated her entire life to because of you.” 

Not Mira begrudgingly accepting Xaden and knowing that he's antsy as fuck w/o Vi

“Go home to your insufferable husband,” she said. “You probably stressed him out.” 

The dragons finally fucked and X and Vi had to do something about it. The spicy scene was 10/10!!!! I have so much respect for ppl who write smut well bc I can't do it LOL but what i really appreciated was the attention to detail of X getting her conduit for her so that she doesn't burn down the kingdom 💀. My exact thoughts were "wait is her mom going to know their fucking bc of the lightening" but then I didn't even need to think about that bc you HAD IT COVERED LOL

Lilith is so complex and I love her for it. I bet the room was frigid when Brennan and Lilth spoke.

Naolin was mentioned and I am SOBBING. I hope RY expands on him but idk if it will make it to canon tbh

Glad this was sorted out bc I know this was a particular fan theory that was RAMPANT. I never particularly agreed w it

“Dead?” Lilith repeated.  “The storm the day I crossed the parapet—” “I had nothing to do with that,” she interrupted. 

I am terrified and excited for what is to come Alli 😭. Again another lovely chapter that I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish

So many mommy issues. All the mommy issues.

One thing about Lilith is that she has a purpose, and that purpose is protecting her kids, and because she's emotionally distant she'll just do things for them instead of with them.

I'm obsessed with Felix. He's such a fun character, just so much personality even though we see next to nothing of him in canon. Same with Devera! They feel the same to me in a lot ways I think.

Lilith is a touchy subject among all the Sorrengail children for sure, but definitely with Mira and Vi because Mira has spent so long trying to keep the peace between the two of them. And (in this world) Mira has been there for Violet in a maternal role a bit, so she sees the choices Lilith makes differently than Vi does and relates to them more, where Violet just sees that it's not what she needs from her mom.

This became a therapy session...somewhere around chapter 10, probably.

Idk what it is but I just love a dragon lust-fueled sex moment. Hits different, you know?

I can't believe I wrote a positive thing about Brennan Sorrengail 🤮 never happening again. Naolin is still just so intriguing though, I also hope we get to hear more about him in canon (I don't want him to be venin, I want him to be dead, to be clear).

I never particularly bought into the "Lilith tried to kill Violet on the parapet" thing either, especially once we learned about the deal she'd made with Xaden. She just loves Violet so much.

I, too, am excited and terrified for what's to come! Mostly excited!

[blueisquitetired]

As promised, here is the short Dad!Ingo oneshot I promised!

Wordcount: 600ish words

Rated: G (E FOR EVERYONE AHHHH I TYPED THE WRONG THING INITIALLY)

Tags: no in//st, submas, fluff, angst, Dad Ingo, and Author Chose not to Use Archive Warnings

Consider this a mystery box fic.

The Soft Quiet of an Early Morning

Emmet yawns as he stumbles out of his room, the bright morning sun shining painfully into his eyes. He smiles when he spots Akari sitting on the counter, chowing down on an oran berry. Blue juice stains her cheeks.

“Enjoying yourself?” Emmet asks as he ruffles her hair, laughing as she attempts to bite him in recompense. He probably deserves it. He doesn’t care.

Leaving the girl to her early morning snack, he turns on the stove and begins making a proper breakfast, humming a popular tune as he goes. Akari joins in his melody a moment later, and the two enjoy a peaceful morning.

Breakfast is just about done when Ingo stumbles out of the bedroom, his face still covered in pillow creases. The corners of his lips perk upwards as he spots them.

“Good morning you two.” He rumbles out, coming over to lift his daughter from the counter top. “Up early again I see.“

“Maybe you are up late.” Emmet counters, as Ingo tries to wipe the berry juice from Akari’s face.

“I see no reason to rise early on the weekend.”

“Foolish. Your sleep will suffer. Routine is key.”

“Tsk. And you call me the kill joy.”

Akari barks out a laugh at that, and Ingo’s expression turns soft. It warms Emmet’s heart that despite their tragedies, they can still have moments like these.

“Breakfast is ready!” He calls as he turns off the stove, carting the meal to the table. Ingo and Akari follow, the former releasing his daughter to her personal seat, painted a bright red. He sits himself a moment later, and Emmet begins serving up breakfast.

“Did you sleep well?” Ingo asks Akari as they begin to eat, a bit of worry seeping into his tone. “I know your slumber has been quite poor lately. Was it better today?”

Akari just nods, a jerky motion. She’s not much for conversation.

“Good. I am glad to hear it.”

They chat about the battle subway and recent events over the rest of breakfast, Akari eventually wandering away after she finishes her food. She doesn’t give any warning before she does, but that’s to be expected really. Why would she bother?

“She seems to be settling in well.” Ingo muses as the sounds of joyous pokémon waft in from the other room. “I was worried that Nimbasa would be too much for her, as it is such a departure from what everything she has ever known.”

“She does seem happy.” At least that’s what Emmet assumes. She can be harder to read then even Ingo.

“Yes…. yes she does.”

They listen to the muffled shrieks of playing for a moment longer, before eventually continuing with their morning chores, getting ready for the day. Akari only returns when they set out meals for their pokémon, hanging from her alpha gardivor’s arms.

“Did you have fun?” Ingo asks, as Akari is dropped into his lap, her Pokémon wandering off to eat breakfast.

“Mhmm.” Akari responds, leaning against her father.

“That’s good to hear.”

Emmet smiles at the two, daughter and father enjoying each other’s company. He had never expected Ingo to return with a child, but he’s glad that there was at least one positive thing that came out of his brother’s unexpected departure to Hisui.

Still, Emmet wished that such a blessing could have come without such steep costs. That his brother didn’t have to leave, didn’t have to lose his memories and be hurt so thoroughly. That his niece didn’t have to work to belong, didn’t have to suffer because of some callous god.

That Akari didn’t have to die.

That his niece could still be a bright and talkative teenager, and not the silent zorua she had become.

Still.

Emmet would take what he could get.

Better this then nothing at all.

[slashingdisneypasta]

General Kai x ReincarnatedLover!Reader || Drabble

Ah! Me actually doing something I said I was gonna do on the day I said I was gonna do it??? I am so proud of myself XD 😅😅

Plot: Kai has come to reclaim you- pity you have no idea who the heck he is, what he’s talking about or…  well, you do have an idea what he wants. BUT WHY? This doesn’t make any sense.

Warnings: N/A  

Dedicated to the Anon who had this great idea!! ^^ Its rough but I hope you like it 😅

He’s terrifying.

He’s so terrifying, that when he first crashed down- from the sky- into your rice paddy, destroying a whole field of crops, you had tried to run! You took one glance at this behemoth of a bull, with glowing emerald eyes, double sided blades attached to long, powerful chains, and a devilish grin on his face, aimed at you, and-

You tried to run. You turned around, very nearly getting a mouth full of mud as you tripped, but instead catching yourself with a hand, pushing yourself back up and forcing yourself forward. Over the sound of your pounding heart you had heard him chuckle at what you assume he considered a feeble little escape attempt, and the sound was like thunder cracking across the sky during a storm. Not quite so loud, but deep enough to feel it, and otherworldly, and- it sent fear shooting through your blood stream. If I can just get out of his sight, you had thought. It would be fine.

But that was not apart of his plan.

The blades that were in his hands were faster than you, racing ahead of you, crossing over each other and jamming deep into the ground. The chains surrounded you, you stopped- and then he started to pull.

You tried to get out of the way and escape but he was stronger, the blades drug through the muddy ground fast back toward you and then they were on you. They tripped you, causing you to fall into the mud, hands and knees covered in the stuff, as he drew you right back to him in no time at all. It wasn’t a fair fight, you felt weak, and terrified.  

“Heh… “ When you were back beneath him, while you’re feeling even smaller then before on the wet and dirty ground now, he crouched down and leaned his monstrous arms around both sides of you and yanked his blades back out of the ground. Spirits- this man was only wearing a loincloth! And- ugh. Your nose had scrunched up, turning pointedly away from his face and cringing into yourself. His disgusting, clotted hair smelled. When he didn’t pull away fully right away though like you thought, you turned back to his face - now mere inches from your own as he stared at you, assessed you, glanced all over you, - with wide eyes. Your lips part, at this monster in front of you still looking all-to-amused, meaning to ask what he wants, but he beats you to it. “Hm… you really don’t remember me, do you?”

Your eyes widened even more if it were possible. “I… I don’t know you.” … Should you?

Finally he pulls back and stands up again, leaving you with some space once again so you can breath, and you watched him look around at your thoroughly destroyed fields and the stormy sky surrounding them; Breathing heavily. Thinking.

As he breathed out, he emitted visible air from his nostrils. “Nah… I guess not. It has been five hundred years… ” Your mouth fell open once again, wishing to ask if he’s absolutely positive- but he once again cut you off before you could speak. This time with his eyes, those lime green, glowing orbs - green eyes on a bull? That made you nervous even more than his huge frame did, - flickered back down to you again… and he looked fond.

… Which was not the kind of look you wanted to see on someone so powerful, who claimed they knew you. Who could easily just take you.

“Yes, I’m positive, little one.”

~

“I- I… didn’t ask.” You say now, eyes wide. How did he know you were thinking that?

“Yeahh, but you were thinking it.” He shrugs, casually rolling those boulder-like shoulders. It moves his entire body, the jade stones hung on his belt clanging against each other at his hips. “You may not know me, but I know you.” He smirks, eyes once again flickering up and down your body still knelt in the mud. “Trust me.”

“… You’re crazy- “

“Crazy?? Ha… Okay. Yeah. Maybe I’m a little crazy.” Nodding, he shrugs his shoulders once again and gives another deep chuckle- a short one, this time. “But that’s what the spirit realm’ll do to you, I guess.”

Blinking, and wondering why on earth you have ended up in this insane situation with the delusional, ludicrously over powered loin-cloth bull, you push yourself up to your feet and wipe your hands on your already ruined pants. You’re still uneasy, but the bull doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt you just this second- just your crops he’s still trampling- “The spirit realm??... “

He makes a sound like mhm, grunting, and seeming to take your questioning tone as an opportunity for a little bit of casual chit chat. “Yep. 500 years… “

… You don’t believe this crack story for a second. “Uh- “

You’re cut off by a great big sigh, and look up in time to watch him roll his eyes just as deeply. “I know, I get it- you don’t believe me. And hey, that’s okay. Doesn’t change anything… You, little one, are still mine. And we’ll find a way for you to remember. If we don’t… you’ll just have to fall in love with me again. Eh? Not so hard.”

At this your jaw actually drops, taking a step back from him. “Yours??” Love???

“Yep.” He nods, refusing to back down, and popping the ‘p’.

“No- “ You try to get away again immediately, turning to walk away, but this time he doesn’t even let you get two steps; Throwing his hand, with a double edged sword in his grip, directly in your way. Eyes widening, you back up from it, following his arm nervously up to his face. “I think you have the wrong person.”

“In a manner of speaking, I do!” He quickly agrees, surprising you- but then his eyes narrow, and you feel unbearably small before him. “… Different body, sure. But I know you… and your Chi?... “At this his eyes take an even brighter glow and you watch him breath in deep, his chest rising until it falls again. “That’s the same… “

“Are you… “ Pausing, you take a deep breath in an attempt to steady your tone, eyes closed as he calmly watches your every move- calmly, because he knows you cant do anything. You can’t escape. “A- are you… “ Damnit. “… suggesting… r-reincarnation?? And- and we… ” You… and him?? This massive, terrifying monster right in front of you right now??

An intimate smirk crosses his face then, eyelids half-hooding on you and eyes glowing brighter once again. “We… yeah… And I’d really like to get back to that, so come on- come with me. Willingly. And we’ll figure out howta get there, together.”

“If… “You start, heart beating heavily in your chest as you give the beast an uneasy once-over. “… I say no?... “

“Well, then I’ll take you unwillingly! Hah. That’s not gonna be fun for you- I suggest the willing rout.

… Oh I’m Kai, by the way.”

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

Arturo's talent confuses me a lot

Okay so on this fine 12:30 PM I was thinking about the newest QnA, and how DRDTDev said this in it

And it was always something that intrigued me a lot because I really could not figure out what it meant or why the exact ages of the cast were kept hidden. That is, until I started thinking about everyone's favorite(...?) Ultimate Plastic Surgeon, Arturo Giles. Specifically, his talent in question. Because to put it bluntly: How in the everliving FUCK is Arturo a Plastic Surgeon at his age Now you might wonder just what I mean by that, and as such let me run you down the requirements to be a plastic surgeon in the US from what I have researched:

Now obviously these are only three sources, and this is mainly referring to the US because that is where DRDT takes place, but the point still stands. For Arturo to become a licensed plastic surgeon, he would have to go through a six year program/residency for plastic surgery, obtain a bachelor's degree (or I guess whatever Hope's Peak's version of a bachelors degree is) which is canonically a four-year university in the DRDTverse, as WELL as an extra four years in medical school.

(Now fair warning, I am not the best when it comes to reading comprehension, so there might be some things in the screenshots I linked that I ultimately missed. And if so, you're allowed to (politely) point it out to me !) Even if there are a few things I misread, it still brings into question how Arturo obtained his talent when you look at his possible age Now obviously, as I mentioned before, the DT cast's actual age is a spoiler. But that doesn't mean we can't speculate based on the information we do have from the series

(A challenger has approached: Min Jeung /j) This line from the first bonus episode is the closest thing we get to a clear-cut age for the DT cast, where Unnamed Classmate / Mai says that Min is 18. Unfortunate jinxing aside, this also brings back up the fact that Hope's Peak in the DTverse is a four-year university course akin to US college (I'll actually include a screenshot this time)

So it can be assumed that this bonus episode (and I assume Xander's), takes place during their first year at Hope's Peak, and assuming that the rest of the cast is the same age they were all 18-19 during their first year. But that isn't all ! As remember, these guys have their HPA memories snatched from them, so let's cover that as well

Now, we don't know how long "a few years" could be. It could be only one year like Rose said initially, it could be two, three, hell ten for all we know. However, Min (as posted before) and Xander don't seem to have aged that much in comparison to their current appearences. So I'm going to assume (keyword here, assume) that about three years at most have been taken from them. as that would put them largely around the end of HPA. So with all of this in mind, that would mean that Arturo is around 19-22 during the events of the death game, but even with that considered, that still means that Arturo was scouted and given the title of Ultimate Plastic Surgeon at 18. And that is where my confusion lies since that...is basically impossible DRDT-Dev has clearly thoroughly researched all of the talents of the cast and how they work in the DTverse and in general seems to be very intricate when it comes to their writing, so I highly doubt they would make an oversight like this. There has got to be a reasoning for this. And I can think of three possible ones 1. Arturo is some kind of prodigy in the medical and cosmetic surgery field which could've led to him becoming a plastic surgeon much earlier in life than one typically would 2. Arturo is just straightup lying about his ultimate talent for whatever reason, possibly fabricating the license on his coat. He's obviously not faking his medical knowledge as we've seen in the actual series, but him faking his ultimate isn't exactly ruled out 3. The DRDT cast are much older then we or they realize, and there is another reason why they still look to be in their early 20s (I swear to god if this turns out to be some virtual world shit I am actually going to go insane /lh)

...Or the 4th reason that being I AM looking too deep into this, but whatever it's fun to overanalyze this shit Please let me know what you think, I'd love to hear other people's opinions on this !

[the-jellicle-duelist]

do you have fresh pasta advice? specifically ravioli. I am finding a recipe now and made tortellini once before with some success but I trust you on all things food

i have advice for almost everything !

generalllyyyyyy speaking 1 cup of flour + 1 egg + 1/2 tsp of salt will get you to pasta dough. the dials you can turn are typically adding More egg yolks.

for ravioli specifically, you need to make sure you develop enough gluten. this can be accomplished in a lot of ways, but the thing to keep in mind is that the more yolks you add, the more difficult it will be to develop gluten. because yolks are primarily fat with some water. and fat inhibits gluten development.

your dough needs to be strong enough so that you can roll it Thin enough that when you lay the dough on top of itself, it has enough structural integrity it won’t rip or tear either thru pressing it together, or during cooking

pasta dough is pretty dry by design, which makes developing gluten harder. so my best advice for the mixing portion is to get your dough combined until it’s not got dry spots but isn’t smooth. cover it, and let it sit for 15-20 minutes. this will hydrate the flour and naturally develop your gluten without much need to Knead

after that time, give it a few kneads to get it smoother. you should at this point wrap it up and refrigerate it for at least an hour, but 3 or 4 is ideal. you can also make a bigger batch, and then divide it and freeze it at this point

when it comes to the rolling part, i’m assuming you’re using a machine although rolling pins will also work with this advice.

with ravioli, you will want to go a step or even two more thin than with a fresh tagliatelle or similar, because again you’re basically going to double the thickness of each raviolo at its seams and edges.

it’s going to get Really Long. so start with a small piece of dough. and run it thru the machine and get it to half of the thickness levels. fold it over a few times onto itself. and start over. here again, this is also kneading the dough, but it’s also elongating the gluten strands which builds strength. (if you bake bread at all and have done stretch and folds, this is a similar principle)

your dough should be really smooth at this point. if it’s sticking at all, you can very lightly dust some flour onto the surface of the dough. but don’t go insane. if it’s cracking or splitting, repeat the previous step. i have done this sometimes two or even three times so if it isn’t Smooth, give it another go

at this point, you’re ready to do the final rolling. on your machine, process it thru each thickness until you’re down to your last 2 (some machines have 6, 7 or even 10 levels of thickness it just depends)

if your dough lets a ton of light thru, you’re probably too thin. you want the level above. if you go to thin, you can reroll it out it will be fine

the Right thickness will be something that when you fold over on itself feels more or less like where you would stop for regular pasta. (usually this is the 2nd or 3rd to last setting depending on your machine) and then fill however you want. egg white thoroughly mixed with a small amount of water makes a good sealant (and you might have an egg white if you added yolk to your base dough.) but also water works well. if you’re dough has been kind of sticky you may not need any water at all.

a lot of this is Feel, and Intuition which is unfortunately hard to convey over a tumblr post. but hopefully this gives you some things to think about as you go forth on your ravioli adventure.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

I don’t know if you’re still doing the trick or treat thing, but I am dying for some Bagginshield fluff, featuring my favorite berry, maybe? 🥺🫐

Sorry I couldn't get this out last night, but here's some blueberry fluff!

Try It?

Pairing: Bagginshield

Type of Treat: Fluffy

Word Count: 662

It was a wondrous day for a walk through the mountainside. When Thorin had asked for Bilbo’s hand, he had made sure the dwarf realized how important sunshine and outdoor walks were to him if he were to remain in Erebor. Exactly four days later, there was a balcony and hidden set of stairs outside the royal apartments. Dis and Balin did nothing but chastise Thorin for how reckless that was, but Bilbo was completely enamored with the dwarf’s ingenuity. Their wedding had been the happiest day of Bilbo’s life.

Wandering through what Bilbo referred to as ‘the gardens’ he took stock of all the plant life returning to the mountains in the wake of Smaug’s demise. Many of them Bilbo was familiar with, but there was the occasional plant or two that Bilbo had to have Ori help him look up the name for it. Nearing the end of his walking trail, Bilbo checked on what he had assumed was a tree growing in only to be met with a beautiful sight!

Fresh wild blueberries were blossoming, thick and full and nearly bursting. Bilbo’s mind was racing with all the recipes he could make with a basketful of them. He might even have enough for a pie! Taking off his jacket, Bilbo created a makeshift carrier for the berries plucking as many as he could. He cursed his inability to reach the higher ones and vowed to come back with a basket and Thorin later for a respectable berry picking. 

Once he had as many blueberries as he could manage, he folded them carefully into his jacket and carted them back up the mountainside. Not quite enough for a pie, but more than enough for some tarts! As soon as he was back in his and Thorin’s suite, he made his way straight for the kitchen. Fully stocked and furnished, a wedding gift from the family Urs. 

“Bilbo, what are you doing?” Thorin asked amused, finding him hours later covered in flour and smelling of pastry dough.

“Look! I found blueberries today! We can go back tomorrow and gather the rest of them and maybe can them or turn it to jam…why do you have that weird look on your face?”

Thorin’s grimace seemed to be twinged with guilt when he admitted. “I don’t like blueberries.”

Bilbo was aghast. He had never heard of someone not liking blueberries! “What? Whyever not?”

“The fruit itself is yellow but somehow it has a purple juice? It is…odd. And then I’m not a fan of the outside texture.”

Bilbo’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ of understanding. “You’ve only ever had them raw, not baked? Would you be willing to try a tart of mine to see if you would like it?”

Thorin looked uncomfortable, and Bilbo was quick to reassure him with a kiss. “You don’t have to. In the Shire, we believe food should be enjoyed, not forced. I’m not trying to pressure you.”

“If they were blackberries…believe me, amrâlimê (my love), I would have them devoured in a heartbeat. But blueberries…”

Bilbo kissed Thorin again, more thoroughly. “It is perfectly alright, my dear. I’m sure there are members of the Company that would be more than willing to…”

Thorin suddenly grabbed Bilbo and kissed him again, his tongue exploring its way into Bilbo’s mouth. Not that he was complaining in the slightest.

“Are those the blueberries I taste?” He asked when he finally pulled away, a wondrous look in his eye.

Bilbo smirked. “Well I had to sample the tarts to make sure they were edible.”

Thorin rolled his eyes and shook his head before taking a step towards Bilbo’s cooling tarts. He hesitantly picked it up, gave it a sniff, before popping it in his mouth. Thorin’s eyes grew wide in amazement, and he quickly ate five more after it. It was then that he and Bilbo found out that blueberries Thorin liked. It was grapes he had an issue with.

[falmerbrook]

what are your tes 6 expectations?

hmmm interesting question.

Firstly, it sounds like it's basically all but confirmed to be in Hammerfell based on analysis of that one "please shut up about TES 6" trailer by people who know more than me, and the fact that ESO has kinda avoided dipping their toes too substantially into the province despite covering the rest of them pretty thoroughly. On one hand that's sorta meh because if so it'll be the third game in a row to focus on a human province, but on the other hand ESO and Redguard have kinda gotten me into Hammerfell, so I won't be sad or disappointed if it indeed is. I've seen some say they think it will or want it to focus on the the Iliac Bay (so both High Rock and Hammerfell), but I think that's a bit of a cope.

In terms of everything else, I'm gonna be honest, I don't really have any expectations. I'm by no means a gamer, and the TES games are pretty much the only ones I play, so from my time poking around TES communities, I don't think I have as high or complex of expectations for my gaming experience as someone who plays games beyond just being weirdly obsessed with a particular game series. I'll also admit that I can be a bit of contrarian, so seeing people get genuinely angry at things they assume will happen with TES 6 as if they have already been confirmed to be happening has made me sort of be overly optimistic about it by default. I think by not having expectations I'm less likely to be disappointed if it is disappointing (which, once again, it sorta hard to achieve by my low standards), and I won't be too burned by being optimistic since no matter what, I'll probably just enjoy running around a part of Tamriel either way. It'll probably be fairly similar to Skyrim, but hell, I'm not a game developer. Who am I to say what direction they'll take.

If Oblivion supposedly had a lot of influence from Lord of the Rings, what might TES 6 have inspiration from? Maybe they'll see how well BG3 did and lean in that direction (writing wise) more? The new Dune movies have come out right as its started proper development, so maybe they'll take from that (y'know, deserts)? Maybe they'll just do their usual of building off of new systems they implemented in their last game (which would be Starfield, which I haven't played and don't know what new things they played around with, so I don't know what it will be) and/or the DLCs of the last TES game (although maybe it's been too long since Skyrim for that).

The one thing I am tentatively hoping for is that these like 4 years of pre-development shows in the worldbuilding and writing. But like I said, I'm not expecting much. Just trying to be contrarily optimistic.

Also I made this post awhile ago about what I hope they change about Redguard history if TES 6 is in Hammerfell. Not the same topic but I thought I might as well include it

So tldr: I don't really have many expectations period, positive or negative, but I'm cautiously looking forward to it. I don't really know what to expect outside of the typical Bethesda open world structure.

[cosmictapestry]

hi hello may i please have some morphienne porn? A32. also, this is completely optional, but maybe it could be from dream’s perspective so we can collectively drool over how stunning lucienne is?

A32. tittyfuck

and

C11. morpheus pov

you have to understand how funny this is to me. i mentioned in the previous morpheus pov fill how Difficult i find his pov due to his Incomprehensibility. but you know what. no one is too complicated after you've written them rubbing off on someone's titties.

this is WAYYYY too serious for what should Just be a thirst fill i am SO sorry

prompt list + fills here

In all of Dream's existence he does not think he has ever been quite so embarrassed.

It is not a feeling he has known for many years. Lucienne is uniquely talented at visiting such novelties upon him. With her he is virginal as he could ever be with the dream weight of all sexuality heavy as stones inside him, and it is in no small part due to the efforts she puts into unbalancing him. She often plans new ways to do so, tickles of named mention that always catch his attention and require conscious effort not to chase.

He simply never expects her to act on those particular fantasies that involve putting herself in thoroughly undignified (beautiful debauched mesmerizing) positions. And it makes him feel—like a human, like a man, like something wild and filthy and low and loved anyway, loved for it maybe, and he does not recall feeling this way before, and it shocks him.

It shocks him, somehow, even as she moves him into position with her hands on his hips, easing him forward to straddle her torso; that she would want this, that she would wish to give him this debauched fantasy. It shocks him up until the second that his cock slides between her breasts, and then he is too overcome to feel much but awe and this bone-deep embarrassment.

"My lord," Lucienne whispers, and she gazes up at him with enormous eyes dark and luminous, lashes falling over full cheeks when she looks down, watches the slick glide between their bodies. Her head is propped up with pillows so Dream's slow thrust forward almost catches her lips, and he can feel her hot breath on his leaking tip, and he covers his mouth with the hand not holding him upright against the headboard.

Her hands frame her breasts, push them together, slick with oil and squished into a tight line where they touch. The ample flesh pushes between her fingers, deep brown skin tragically unmarked, large nipples dark and constricted to summits that he knows would feel hard under his thumb. She smiles up at him and her breasts squeeze him a little tighter. The channel between them is soft and hot and smooth, overwhelming sensation, too much. Dream does not move.

Her smile widens to show him the gap between her teeth. She tells him often that he is cute. If that is the case than she is adorable, but he thinks she might be furious with him if he told her so. Perhaps some day. "How do you feel?" she asks, and despite the teasing lilt afforded by her smile her voice is gentle.

Good is a safe answer. It is easy enough to force through his throat, rarely stopped by Everything that rushes to the forefront when he tries to consult Himself.

He says nothing, though, just stares at Lucienne, the softening of her expression when his vision begins to blur. How can she muster such patience for him? She waited over a hundred years in cold and in darkness and alone when there was no guarantee of his return. She waited year after year as hope faded and friends fled and she helped him to his feet when he was not her lord at all, just some broken half-dead thing.

"Don't be frustrated," Lucienne murmurs, which isn't quite the problem, but it is often enough that it's fair of her to assume. Dream wants to kiss the furrow of concern on her brow away, just as he does every time he sees it. "You're doing very well."

"It's good," he tells her when he can manage it, his face hot under his hand, this aspect's pale skin fever-red, reacting as any reasonable mortal's would to her body and to her praise. "You are very beautiful."

Lucienne tsks like he's said something silly. It makes his facsimile of a heart clench, makes him worry she truly does not believe him, because he has been cold in the past, he has been cruel to her. But she is just teasing him, of course, eyes squinted playfully. "And you are very sweet," she says, and she cranes forward to kiss the blushing head of his cock, and it leaves a slick smear across her full lips. "Whenever you're ready, love."

He realizes that she wants him to move now, though he can't imagine why, as this will not be especially stimulating for her. Regardless he draws his hips back, watching his length retreat from view. Her breasts envelop him entirely, plush and warm. The channel between them is wetter when next he pushes through; he is leaking profusely, leaving dabs on her chest when his cock reemerges. Dream stares so intently his eyes begin to burn. Lucienne's expression, when he is able to tear his gaze away from her chest, is unbearably smug.

"You can hold them, if you'd like," she says. When he just blinks at her she lifts her hands from her chest, take his own clamped over his mouth, and rests it on her left breast. Then she takes his other hand from the headboard and places it on her right. "Now push them together. Do what feels good."

Dream blinks, and swallows, and strokes her soft skin and feels her nipples, peaked like he had imagined. He pushes her breasts together around his length, not quite so tightly as she held them. She habitually overestimates the amount of friction he will need to achieve orgasm, an overall flattering miscalculation. He could spend just from listening to her speak. Has done, more than once.

Gods, but she is lovely. Her lips softly parted, her eyes heavy-lidded, soft moans from her throat when he brushes his thumbs featherlight under her nipples and then pushes them up, dimpling her breasts and lifting their weight. Her hands, now free, grip his thighs, pull him in close. He is throbbing, aching hard, and he can feel her heartbeat under him. She gleams with sweat and smiles at him sweetly and for a moment he loses his footing.

He wants to kiss her and lick her and bite her and make her choke on him and he wants to hurt her and he wants her to hurt him, and he stops with a shudder, and he bites down on panic, and he sorts through the things which have gotten tangled up in him, and he refocuses to the sound of her easy, patient breathing.

His Lucienne watches him, and she's never judged him for what he is. More than anything he wants to protect her. He wants to be good for her. He thrusts between her breasts, slow and wet, and it feels so good he fights to keep his eyes open and his hands on her when they would prefer to clap over his mouth to stifle the mortifying sounds he's making.

She looks down at the slide of his cock, then up at his face through her lashes. She is panting now, her brows drawn in apparent ecstasy, like he is making love to her, not rutting like an animal on her chest. "Lucienne," Dream chokes out, because she is beautiful, and on a particularly sharp thrust her chest jiggles, and he is suddenly quite desperate. "Lucienne—where can I—"

Lucienne hums consideringly. He cannot understand why she likes this part so much. "Right where you are," she says, and he chokes. "Like I'm a painting."

More beautiful than any painting, he wants to tell her. Intelligent and elegant and wise and funny and industrious and unflappable and stern and he is not worthy of spending on her breasts, surely, but the thought of it has him more than halfway there. He gasps with the build, overcome by the hurdle of it as he always is, tears stinging his eyes, hoarse pained sounds from his throat. One last push and he watches himself dribble and spurt, feels the pulse of it through his entire corporeal form. He feels the guards which keep Him from Everything flex as though wounded under the strain. They hold, though, and his body jerks, and he whimpers horribly, and she pets his thighs to soothe their shaking.

"Look at that," Lucienne murmurs, and she draws one hand up to drag her fingertips through the mess on her chest, the beads and dribbles of his spend. He stares and shakes and twitches when she raises that hand to her mouth and licks her fingers clean one by one. "Not so bad, was it?"

"Good," he mumbles, and her grin is radiant.

[poolboyservice]

some sys HCs about Fun Ghoul because there is like no OSDDID HCs in the killjoys except for 2 things and I'm willing to make that 3

(these are gonna be partly based off of the popular(?) HC that Fun Ghoul was a labrat for BLI, though loosely)

This is Part 1, Part 2 will be more thoroughly discussing the alters outside of Fun Ghoul. This will be a more general overview of the system, what they go through, and and mostly just how Fun Ghoul kind of found out about the system

If ygs are interested, and would like me to do HCs on the other members systems (though I only really HC Fun Ghoul and The Girl as systems, I do like making up HCs for the other members), or have any thoughts, lmk!!

There's around 9 known alters, including Fun Ghoul. There's 1 persecutor (Dasher), 1 introject (Katty, short for Mousekat), 2 littles (Vanta Heart and Rosey Sun), 2 protectors ("Mag" and Coco), 1 caretaker (Mistress), 1 trauma holder (Flash Page), and then Fun Ghoul.

While the rest of the system has fronted before and some even made themselves known to others, Fun Ghoul was mostly unaware of the system for a long time.

The only reason Fun Ghoul manages to catch on a bit is because he has a camera he uses to record for projects or for future reference, and the alters in the system tend to record things on their own, ESPECIALLY the littles, but some of them forget to delete them afterward so Fun Ghoul doesn't find them. As you probably inferred, Fun Ghoul finds the recordings, and finds it really weird, so he investigates, and starts by asking Kobra Kid, as they both work on the trans am together, so he assumed he did those videos. After discussing, Fun Ghoul is confused to learn it was supposedly him that did those videos, and even went by names he never even heard of let alone considered as a name.

After a while of discussing with Kobra Kid on what's been happening, and what's wrong with them, with the little information they have, he decides to be honest and talk with the rest of the group about this. This was reacted to with a general consensus of shock.. but not for the reason he thought. Apparently, they were already aware of some of his alters, but thought he knew so that's why they didn't mention it. When learning of that, he's quite frankly more confused than the rest of his group. When questioned on how long it was like this, Party Poison explained he was always like that, even when they first found him.

Despite all of this, none of them really know the term for what he has, though Jet Star recalls hearing a condition that's similar to what's happening to him, but she can't put her tongue on what it was called.

For a few days after this reveal, Fun Ghoul was just in a constant state of shock. He didn't really talk to anyone and even if he did, it was very brief. He often stayed at their current shelter with The Girl as the others did supply runs and whatnot to just process what the hell happened, which everyone was understanding about.

While unaware of the trauma, Fun Ghoul feels intense fear and hatred whenever he sees the Director or even hears her mentioned, though he can't understand why. This fear also reaches to not only the pornodroids (to an extent anyway), but his own face. He often refuses to look in the mirror, because he's reminded of her, even if only faintly. (as he is the "child" of The Director, a clone, so he looks pretty similar to her)

Fun Ghoul gets nasty headaches, nearly got himself killed during a run in with the dracs because of them. In some of these headaches, he actively refuses to take off his mask, covers his ears tightly as he sits alone in a corner, pushing everyone away. The only person he occasionally allows to come close is Kobra Kid, very rarely The Girl.

and that's all I can think of rn lmao 💔 sorry if it's not really something you'd like, i know it isn't very much but I'm working on half a braincell give me a break (/dram)

[peculiarbeauty]

oh great , here rose goes again talking about la belle et la bête .

i think about this quote a lot and it’s just been brought back up so i might finally talk about it more. obviously i cherry pick in diff renditions because many tellings have different accounts but we are cherry picking specifically from jean cocteau here:

the beast: beauty, you mustn't look into my eyes. you needn't fear. you will never see me, except each evening at 7:00, when you will dine, and i will come to the great hall. and never look into my eyes.

beast within jean cocteau’s world is someone who never forces himself upon beauty. he acknowledges how monstrous he looks. how he feels that no human woman could ever love him. with beauty living within his abode , he sees her and is captivated by her. he gives her gifts and wealth of time to herself. when she develops feelings for him , he thinks she is odd. different. strange. this is why i like to separate the original telling from disney when writing here. beast was quite tame in how he approached beauty in this as he did not want to scare her; yes she was his prisoner but he had fallen irrevocably in love with her from the start. he knows that if he was to be made prisoner in a household with a monstrous being , he would not go so easily. i think his gentle heart shows more thoroughly in this scene. and it is quite early on !!! yes he still has a temper .. yes he puts threats out there but it's different in how it's approached.

the beast: i have a good heart, but i am a monster. beauty: there are men far more monstrous than you, though they conceal it well.

beauty is still very headstrong in this. she is true to herself. honest when she feels trapped. honest when she loves someone. i think this is one of the best quotes featured because it IS what the story is about. beauty knows how she might sound but she doesn't care by the end of the story .. which ultimately carries over in most renditions. it's not her fault she has fallen in love with someone like the beast after all. he is more genuine because his heart has been shattered countless times. he has been dealt a heavy blow to his heart. there is a broken man deep within a beast.

going off of beauty's headstrong nature too , she is not afraid to admit that the individual who took her hostage is also the one who is the most gentle here:

beauty's father: beauty, i saw him. that face is hideous. beauty: at first i was indeed afraid, father. now, i sometimes feel like bursting out laughing. but, then i look into his eyes and they're so sad, that i have to turn away from crying.

beast and his sad eyes tend to carry over in many renditions. they say that the eyes are the window of our soul after all. i like to think that every beauty / belle in every story is found to feel something for a man with sad eyes like beast possesses.

beauty: what are you doing at my door at this hour? god, you're covered with blood! the beast: forgive me. beauty: what should i forgive you for? the beast: for being a beast. forgive me.

beast apologizes pretty profusely to her for being the way he is. he wishes he could change it for her and live happily as a human FOR HER .. because he assumes that is what she would want. because there is no one as beautiful and as genuine as she is and she deserves everything.

also , one of my favorite quotes below :

beauty: can such miracles really happen? the beast: you and i are living proof.

not me COMPLETELY wrecked by how genuine this quote is. how two star crossed lovers can find each other in the most unexpected of ways. how fate has led them to each other's side. how they deserve happily ever after :(((

[lonewolflink]

hi! before reading your fic I’d only ever watched one hockey match at my local mall (there’s an ice rink) and it shook me for real. after reading your fic my interest in hockey has resurfaced, but I have no idea where to start. any suggestions?

HELLO!!! i'm sorry this response is so damn late; it's been hectic af around here (here being...my life).

i am genuinely so excited that you're interested in getting into hockey. it is such a fun sport to be a fan of.

*warning*: this is a super long post, because i wanted to answer you thoroughly and make a list of useful resources in case anyone else reading wsc also wanted to get into watching hockey and wasn't sure where to start.

generally speaking, my recommendation is to familiarize yourself with the basic rules of the game, and then maybe pick a team to start following. being a fan is most fun once you start getting invested in the players on the team and know their stories, their connection to the community, etc.

—basic rules of the game—

there are some more (and less) useful guides online to getting into watching hockey. i'll link you a few; peruse at your leisure (and note that some of these posts are pretty old; they're still overall solid though).

(1) i think this short guide is might be the best place to start. it's just some guy on his own personal blog, i think, but that (weirdly) is what makes it a better take than more "official" sports journalism outlets.

(2) this is a really helpful (and fairly short) guide to the different zones of the ice and what they're called, and some other basic concepts of the game. i think it's directed at parents of kids who are starting to play hockey, but still super useful!

(3) this guide doesn't give a ton of detail but it's solid re: concrete basic steps to take to get into hockey.

(4) parts of this guide are outdated (e.g. brendan shanahan no longer runs the department of player safety and is instead the president of the toronto maple leafs) and it's a little pretentious in the way hockey fans can sometimes be, but it gives a sense of the flavor of being a fan of this sport i think.

(5) more on this below, but 2024 began with a bang, as the Professional Women's Hockey League (PWHL) began it's inaugural (!) season. there are some differences between the NHL and the PWHL, some of which are covered here and here. if you're interested in watching women's hockey, that'll be useful!

—picking a team and how to watch—

[note: i am assuming you live in north america. if you do not, some of this might not apply, e.g. picking a favorite team based on geographic proximity]

if you're starting at a baseline of 0 hockey knowledge, you should probably know the names of three hockey leagues: the National Hockey League (NHL, the best men's league in the world), the American Hockey League (AHL, the NHL's minor league where their young prospects usually play for a few years before transitioning to the majors), and the aforementioned Professional Women's Hockey League (PWHL, literally brand new as of a month ago).

NHL Recommendations

—the NHL is a great place to start for watching hockey, largely because it has the best players in the world so the level of play is extremely high and entertaining, and it has some really great personalities in the game right now. i watch the NHL regularly. —if you live in an area that already has an NHL team (or at least one within 2 hours of driving), i'd recommend starting out as a fan of that team. this is bc part of sports culture is to support your home/local team, but also because that gives you more opportunities to see your favorite team play in person. here's a list of all the NHL teams. —watching the NHL on TV or your computer is actually kind of annoying, because the league is run by a bunch of idiots in its bureaucracy. you can watch most games (but for some reason not all of them) if you have ESPN+. here's the nhl's official guide for how/where to watch. —i am a poor grad student so i use other...completely...legal...means to stream NHL games online. they are, as i just said, completely legal (...). but um. nonetheless, if you want to know how to find and use these means...maybe just...shoot me a private message. —if you don't have geographic proximity to any of the NHL teams, there are a few ways to pick a team to follow. some classics:

1. as you learn about hockey and watch some games, you might find yourself starting to have a favorite player. you can start with their team! [message me or send another ask if you want some recs for players to look into!]

2. pick the jersey you think is coolest. it's how kids pick their favorite teams half the time, so why not us? here's a link to an article that that ranks the current home jerseys of teams. i STRONGLY disagree with these rankings, but the photos of the jerseys are high quality so you can see them well. you can also see each team's away jersey and third/alternate jersey designs here.

3. pick a fun, up and coming team to follow. some notes on this: —for example, if i were you and could pick any team, i would probably not pick my very own favs the washington capitals. they were one of the dominant teams of the last 15 or so years because our captain is the greatest goalscorer of all time. however, he is now 38 (ancient by athlete standards) and the team is on its decline. —by contrast, a team like the edmonton oilers is super exciting to watch; they're considered current championship contenders because they have by far the best player in the world, connor mcdavid (aka "McJesus"). they're kind of a heart attack to watch because they have insane offense but not amazing defense, so they score a lot and get scored on a lot. they're a team with amazing history (wayne gretzky's dynasty oilers in the 80s), but were TERRIBLE for decades until mcdavid came around. he's trying to bring the franchise back to glory from the pathetic ashes it turned into. —then there's teams like the montreal canadiens or buffalo sabres, who have been really bad the last while but drafted a ton of great young players who are on the verge of becoming superstars. they'll probably not make the playoffs this year (and maybe not next year) but they'll be on the cusp soon and getting into a journey like that with a young team early on is super fun. —in general, teams i'd stay away from being a fan of, if you have a choice:

-washington capitals/pittsburgh penguins/st. louis blues (formerly top teams in the league, now on the decline) -toronto maple leafs (the most tortured fans (and also somehow the most annoying and entitled), don't join their ranks) -arizona coyotes/columbus blue jackets (disaster franchises (sorry fans of those teams! it's true!!) traditionally have been poorly run) -chicago blackhawks (they do have the next great superstar in connor bedard, but they've had some really messed up scandals in their organization and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth) -new york rangers/islanders (unless you're from nyc...don't)

—recs for current good teams if you want to come in when they're already hot, they're all pretty fun teams tbh: -carolina hurricanes -colorado avalanche (recent champions) -new jersey devils -florida panthers -seattle kraken -vancouver canucks -vegas golden knights (recent champions) -edmonton oilers

—recs for up and coming young teams that will break out in the next 1-4 seasons, i think: -anaheim ducks -buffalo sabres -detroit red wings -montreal canadiens (would be my pick, i low key love them) -ottawa senators

AHL Recommendations

it can be super fun to follow an AHL team if you happen to live near one. tickets to AHL games are SUPER cheap, and the arenas are smaller and more intimate. you get to see some really talented players early in their career before they become superstars, and this can also help you pick a favorite player to follow (and thereby, later, a favorite nhl team) for their career! i love going to AHL games, and did that a lot in high school.

here's the list of AHL teams.

PWHL Recommendations

tragically, i have been so busy in 2024 so far that i haven't been able to get into the PWHL yet. however, i'd really like to, once i have a bit more time.

because the league is in its infancy, there are only six teams: -boston -minnesota -montreal -new york -ottawa -toronto

they don't currently have team names outside of the cities, but i think those are coming next season. for myself, i already know i'm going to be a montreal fan (i lived there for 5 years, and montreal's hockey culture is in my opinion the best in the world).

the pwhl is great for many reasons. -first of all, women athletes. let's fucking go!!! -second of all, we get things like two fiancees playing on the same team (on the same line!!) and celebrating together when they score a goal. -third of all, women's hockey has traditionally had a different ruleset from men's hockey to discourage the more...violent aspects of the sport. but the PWHL...has been honestly violent af so far, at least from the highlights i've seen. could be that hitting is still against the rules, but seems like the refs don't really give a shit, so the games are bloodthirsty lol -fourth, and perhaps most importantly, it is super easy and convenient to watch the PWHL. they stream every (!) game on their youtube channel for free!

for more info on the season schedule and how to watch, look here.

also, speaking generally, i'll probably be reblogging some pwhl content on tumblr so you can peep some of the people i'm reblogging and poke around until you find a team or player you like! :)

OK THAT'S IT SORRY FOR THIS LONG ASS POST I JUST WANTED TO ACTUALLY DO YOUR QUESTION JUSTICE, HOPEFULLY I DID AN OKAY JOB!! PLEASE ENJOY YOUR HOCKEY JOURNEY!!!!!!!!!! <3

[gaiaxygang]

perth & chimon's covers at their events

decided to compile a small list of songs perthchi have covered at their events. for fun. also because i am unwell about some of these song choices (this is excluding older events and stuff like musicon which i might make a different post for)

1. unmovable - bright vachirawit. (official mv)

part of the boys dont cry project. most notably performed at nlmg final ep fanmeet, but they've sung it a few other times. perthchimon picked this one out themselves (i assume this goes for pretty much every event)

2. the secret in our hearts - gun achi & amp (official mv)

ost of sotus the series. performed at gmmtv fanday in osaka, possibly because sotus director lit phadung is also one of two dangerous romance directors? its hard to find footage of osaka fanday so im not sure lmaoaoao

they also covered it entirely in japanese.... i am unable to find a full video anywhere though

3. youniverse - nanon korapat (official mv, album ver with subs)

ost of youniverse, but nanon has pretty much claimed it as his own. chimon's solo performance for osaka fanday. chimon was in youniverse (the miniseries and the mv) and he performed this with nanon few years back as well!

4. have i found - sea tawinan (official mv)

ost of vice versa. perth's solo performance for osaka fanday (we got SO MANY good covers but so little footage). vice versa is the first gmmtv series perth appeared in. he also played guitar in his performance

ever since dangerous romance aired they've been singing the ost at all their events. BUT!

5. unidentified wonder - nanon korapat (official mv)

towards the end of their recent fanmeets (seoul and macau) they've been singing nanon's solo unidentified wonder! the performance is always super fun because its a higher energy song. they usually interact with fans during it too

i might be missing out a few, i didnt really check thoroughly. the lyrics of these really make me go ..... Hmm .......... all lovely songs and i recommend giving them a listen