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just a hiatus announcement, from 6/25 - 7/12. however any starters, drafts, and asks i owe to anyone will be thrown in a queue whenever i get a chance. until then !

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boy failures for u - i. yoichi, s. nagi, s. ryusei, b. meguru

summary; in which some boys just love you so much, they simply can't function

genre/extra tags; scenarios, fluff, comedy, projecting my love for dog energy boys, they're so pathetic /pos, bachira is clumsy, ryusei is an embarrassingly horny dude (can confirm, he gets no bitches, absolutely ZERO play!!), nagi... is perfect as he is, yoichi,,,, is just socially awkward around people he has a crush on

[gender neutral reader]

a/n; look at me being fancy this one panel banner, slay. tbh i couldn't think of a good three photos to use for it so i tried this which is kind of nice. anyways i had a sudden thought hit me and it must be done. and what better anime to write for than the one where everyone has unexplainable gay tension between each other. i swear im as caught up as possible i think and i swear the gay tension is like,, crazy.

isagi yoichi is endearing. he's so bad at being normal around you. his face flushed a cute red, and his words barely managing to leave his mouth as you talk to him so sweetly. he doesn't know how to handle a crush. and it's so cute to tease him because he just doesn't know how to respond properly.

the times where he does manage to gain enough confidence to talk a conversation with you, he's never taking the lead in any of them. he's talking [somewhat] normally to you, answering your questions and [attempting] to reply to your thoughts and responses. of course, just don't flirt with him too hard. there's like a 50 percent chance he will understand it or not.

he can't even admire you correctly. when he attempts to give you a compliment, he's saying all the wrong words and apologizing profusely like he offended your entire bloodline. he's so utterly enchanted by you, he wonders if you're an angel sent just for him.

"you're so nice, y/n." "huh?" "i-i mean you're really cute! wait- i didn't mean that! fuck- not that i don't think you look cute! you're really a great person, you know?! sorry! i'm just gonna go back to practice...!"

nagi seishiro is so lazy that you can't help but watch over him. you understand why reo adores him (a little too much). he's a boy with pretty privilege and talent. he talks to you with such honesty that he unintentionally flirts with you. he doesn't know a lot of things well, but even he's had his fair share with understanding liking people (but that's only with the random dating sims he's tried).

when he manages to get on his feet, whether it's for a soccer match or you, he's stuck by you like a cute koala. he whines about everything being "too much of a hassle." but he finds himself walking around looking for you, no matter how far you are. he whines to you about how he had to get up to find you, and he's cuddling close to you. his mouth turned into his signature X shape as he pouts at you, annoyed that you just had to be away from him for more than a minute.

he tries so hard to be around you but at the cost of his laziness, he mutters to you about how much easier it would be if you just stay with him all the time like his purple-haired companion or his cactus pet. he fell for you first, but he makes it so easy for you to fall harder.

"why do you always have to do stuff?" "it's my job, sei." "you should just stay with me all the time. you take care of me so well."

shidou ryuusei is annoyingly desperate for you. if isagi was endearing, shidou was insolent. he speaks before he thinks. he has no shame in chasing after you. it's quite a feat that you haven't even shooed him away as much as sae has. you sort of find a friend in sae because of that. he always rolls his eyes when you mention him. he wonders why you keep being around the blonde jock, and you tell him, "who doesn't love a pathetic man?"

when he talks to you, he just can't read a room with you in it. he's the type of guy to say "this shot is for you." and it hits the goal post and then to his face. of course he'd never actually miss in a real match but i can guarantee that it would happen during a practice match. he unintentionally humiliates himself every time he tries to be cool. if sae is there, it's even worse. he's trying to bump up the flirting up to a 200 and failing miserably to woo either of you.

he's like those tweets where it's like, "how did i pull them? easy. i just went, PLEASEPLEAPLSEPWPLEAPLELA-". without fail, he basically tries to re-enact that but he doesn't even pull you because you'd much rather wait for him to actually be a decent man and grow the rest of his brain. though it doesn't seem he'll learn his lesson anytime soon.

"did i ever tell you how hot you look right now?" "yes. you have. multiple times. today." "please go out with me." "no."

bachira meguru is confusing. he's clingy, blunt, teasing, a little stupid but has the spirit, and an absolute cutie. he's passionate about what he likes. and surprise, surprise, he likes you. he's an infodumper but you don't mind at all. but sometimes those talks take a hard left into just telling you how much he likes you. you better hope you're strong because he will be jumping on you for a hug.

when he's just buzzing with excitement, he can't help but scramble by your side to cling onto you in any way that you will allow him to. he's not as boy failure as the others on this list because even when he fails to capture your heart, he's still succeeding in his book. he loves when you give him any sliver of attention. that's probably his thing as a boy failure. he is a hyper and needy dog who's too big to cuddle with but doesn't care. and you can't say no because then they just stare at you with those big eyes until you cave.

he's the type of guy to be confused when people ask if you're dating him and you say no. "what do you mean we're not dating? i thought this was the dating." he's never actually confessed, but he considers his "s-tier affection" to be confession enough. but he's kind of coward whether he realizes it or not. he's scared to actually say that he wants to be yours, but that's like an angsty story for another time, SO SHUT.

"what if we kissed? like right now?" "but we're not dating, meguru." "we're not? we should." "i'll think about it." "no think! just do!"

[vonlycsnn]

✖ — EARLY-HALLOWEEN SPECIALTY — ✖

　　　　　　VON LYCAON x GN READER

- SYNOPSIS: you go on some decoration hunting with Lycaon in preparations for Halloween, that's when something caught your attention.

- CW/TW: none.

- A/N: oh my god oh my god oh my god HELLO HI HI HEY ITS ME. THE GUY WHO WROTE A LOT OF LYCAON X READER FICS BACK IN JULY AND EARLY AUGUST!!! IM SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE INACTIVITY... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) September has been hectic for me and writer's block hit me like a god damn truck so I haven't been able to fully indulge myself into writing. I've missed you all so much waaaa...hopefully i can write more stuff for you lovely ppl!

Your eyes lingered towards the clothing store next to you, staring at the Halloween costumes displayed in the front.

As you became lost in your thoughts, a familiar voice snapped you back to reality. Your body shook up in surprise, but you immediately calmed down when you turned around to see him.

Your one and only love.

You had nearly forgotten that he was fetching something of his own importance and that he requested you to wait outside for a bit.

His gaze followed yours, taking a quick look at the displayed costumes and looking back at you.

"My apologies, master. It seems that I've kept you waiting." He said. You shook your head in response.

"It's fine, Lycaon; you didn't take that long."

You reassured him. Before you could say anything else, your eyes lingered towards the displayed costumes again. Lycaon took notice of this.

"Something in your mind, master?" Lycaon asked.

You snap back to reality once more and shake your head, assuring your thiren butler that everything's okay.

As the two of you were walking towards the parking lot of Lumina Mall, you couldn't help but wonder. A thought that stayed with you ever since October rolled in. You suddenly stopped, standing there as you continued to be deep in your own thoughts. Of course Lycaon became confused and worried by your actions.

He approached you, carefully grabbing your face and pulling your gaze over to him.

"Master, if you need anything else, there's no need to hesitate. Just tell it to me; I've reminded you of this many times already." Lycaon said.

"Im okay! I just...thought about something." You looked away in embarrassment.

"There's no need to hide, master. I will not shame you for what you have in mind."

You hesitate, inhaling and exhaling until you finally build the courage to speak up. You could tell that Lycaon is very focused on you; oh, what a gentleman he is.

"Ive been wondering, Lycaon. What...do you usually dress as during Halloween?"

You finally asked. While you can't see it because of his restraints, you can tell he raised his brows in confusion.

You suddenly felt embarrassed from asking such a question, and the air became heavier for you. It doesn't help the fact that Lycaon was just standing there...menacingly.

But just as you opened your mouth to apologize, Lycaon laughed softly. You looked back at him to see his cheeky little smile.

"Now what brought up that question, love?"

Lycaon takes a few steps towards you as you try and answer his question.

You hesitated again, completely scrambled by your own thoughts. Is it really okay to tell him this? Yes. No. Absolutely. Not at all.

Lycaon slightly titled his head as he waited patiently for your answer, his eyes straightening in case he doesn't hear you well enough.

"I just..." Breathe. Just breathe.

"Saw a big bad wolf costume earlier, from the fairytales, y'know? And I thought it'd..."

You looked back at him. Weirdly enough, he reminded you of those cute dog pictures where they tilt their heads in the same manner.

"It'd look good on you...maybe?" You awkwardly laughed to yourself.

Silence followed, and oh, did you feel like you wanted to throw yourself into a companion hollow and get ether corrupted—You hated every second of it.

Lycaon merely chuckled, walked up to you, and guided your gaze onto him.

"Well, would you like to go back and see how it looks on me then?" Lycaon suggested.

"Huh?"

"I'm no fan of having to act as a villainous character when it comes to these. However, I do find myself...enjoying dressing up as that antagonist in particular for some odd reason."

You weren't showing it, but you suddenly felt all giddy when you heard those words come out of his mouth. You gently took his hand and pulled him back towards the mall entrance.

"What are we waiting for then? I want to see how good it looks on ya!"

[yunazxxx]

hi poowkie , iM not sure if your reqs are even open yet BUT i would love to put the idea of yandere!lara CAUSE YOU WRITE YANDERE SO WELL like PLEASE ITS SOO GOOD ANHWAYS MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVE YOU MWAMWAAA

pairing ≫ lara rajagopalan x daniela avanzini

cw ≫ kidnapping , stalking , psychotic behavior , smut towards the end , choking , spit , spanking , bondage , bdsm , college au , gp!lara , lara’s obsessive and possessive , she's also not anyone's peace ,, etc maybe?

wc ≫ well over 4.1k

an ≫ okay you kinda provoked this one also not a much as sophia's which i apologize for!!!! still like previously stated with my last fic with such context in no way shape or form am i normalizing or romanticizing or even promoting this behavior without any consent behind it. — also happy holidays!! — ps not proofread and i’m SORRY it took so long to answer this i started writing it as soon as i saw your ask but my attention span is shit — pps my recs are open jst they take a while to answer!!

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the day in school was so simple, and boring, it was the same lecture everyday because someone just so happeded to miss the previous day. lara sighed as the teacher just yapped his mouth on and on, while she looked out the window just to see nothing.

it was never anything outside of the classroom window but fuck was it better than looking at this guy's face everyday like she had to. she was unimpressed like she always would be literally every other time she’d look outside.

lara turned her head, now meeting face to face with the teacher. "and, lara.." he started, she looked up at him. the guy really got under her skin, he was always on her back for the smallest shit for no reason at all.

"uh huh?" she replied, "why were you looking out the window." he asked, "why is your hair line receding?" she snapped back at him, too quick to even think about what she said before the words spilled out of her mouth.

the red haired woman quickly covered her mouth, a slight panic washing over her while he looked at his student in disbeilef.

"is this how you would like to start your day, ms. raj?" the teacher asked, and she shook her head no. she wasn't scared of the guy but if she got suspened again she would defintely get expelled so she had to watch what she said and how she said it.

lara grabbed her bags and made her way out of the classroom, saying some bullshit excuse why she had to go and why she needed nearly everything she brought into class. as she walked down the hallways, she came across someone who i haven't seen in a while.

"lara! hi!" her light voice rang through the hallways, "daniela!" she said and hugged the girl, it had been a while since we last seen each other and even spoken at that. apparently she transfered over to this school because it was cloest to her current place of resisdence.

we talked a little while until we heard the staff walking down the hallways, and lara practically jetted down away from her. for some reason she couldn’t get the blonde out of her head though, as she walked down the halls she continued to think about her scent, how bright her eyes showed, how beautiul she looked, and so much more.

she made it to the bathroom and sighed to herself, finding the entire situation kind of odd. see, lara’s known daniela a while, a few years really. they used to be inserperable until she had exchanged schools then as time went on they began to distance more and more.

but now seeing her, she looked so, attractive. lara tried shaking the thought, that's her friend, she can't think about her in such a way, as she walked down, making her way to her locker but it still wouldnt leave my mind.

nothing about her left lara’s mind to be honest, she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the time. it was time for break, meaning she just skipped two of my lectures for the day.

fuck apparently time goes by faster when thinking of you.

she hurried and put her stuff away before running to the break area. now, weirdly, her school didn't care where they went just as long as they made it back to campus on time.

and well, to say the very least they’d always use that to their advantage. lara sat on the sidelines, waiting for her friends to come outside and she spotted daniela again, this time she was walking and talking with a few friends.

now, against her better judgment, which was was almost nonexistent, she followed the girl. lara just stayed a few feet behind, she wasn’t sure what made her but she started taking pictures of the blonde. by the end of the first break she had over thirty pictures of her.

the rest of the day was really boring and she had the option to leave, just to the dorms if she had a good excuse and with that excuse she was able to get home but word gets around our school, really quick.

while lara walked to her dorm, she looked at all of doors, “huh, seems like this may be hers" lara said and just peaked around. the redhead had to hurry and run off before someone saw, running to her own dorm. once she got in, she closed the door behind herself and began searching up the girl.

it started, slow? simple, whatever. lara knew her social media already, because of their history and she found all of them. lara went through all her posts, looking at them, "seems you haven't changed a bit."

she took some screenshots of the girl's profile but again, she did not know why. lara didn't feel any certain way about the girl but looking at her made her feel, very, she couldn't explain it in words. but, lucky for her, she just so happended to add to her story.

after a little while, lara checked the story, seeing her entire trip to the campus and when she was able to get her dorm, and she was lucky. lara zoomed in and saw exactly what dorm she was in. now, normally she would have just walked up to the girl and asked her for the dorm number and etc but it slipped her mind.

lara contined to do more rearch on the girl, her curiostity getting the best of her, wanting to know where she's lived these last few years and exctly how active she's been in her older schools or communities etc.

she found pretty much everything she needed, and turned off her computer. she kept everything open, having different mental, phyiscal and online notes about the girl. lara decided to call it a night, locking and closing everything up.

the red haired woman went to sleep that night, satisfied with what she found. she couldn't excatly sleep that night becaused a thought kept coming over her mind. who has she dated ever since she left? okay yeah, they were never together to begin with but fuck she was a pretty girl, the best looking one in their city at that, so just fucking think how many other girls and guys might've made their advances to her.

lara was tossing and turning all night, the only thing she was able to make the sense of the situation, she needed the girl all to herself, not even allowing her to be with friends, or anyting.

lara decided to sleep, give it time to settle in and think about if she actually want to go through with this. lara woke up the next morning, her mind running wild like she just took some energry advancers. she got ready that day, bailing out on classes to go to the stores.

that night she was going through with it, and she knew how it sounded, she didn't have to exactly kidnap the older but she also can't just invite her over to the dorm, especially since the warden never sits his ass the fuck down and let's them have whoever we want over.

but she didnt care, and just let it go. she drove her car to the first store, supplies. lara brought the note she had written the previous night, going inside of the store and purchasing some ropes, cuffs, a blindfold, tape, and other things.

then she made her way over to another place, getting a bag and that was really it, lara hid the stuff in her car, driving down to her personal home and setting up everything. lara did it as quick as her body allowed it, knowing the girl would be getting her break soon.

lara didn't finish with one thing but she didn't care, she just wanted daniela way too fucking bad. lara got in her car and sped to the campus, and she slowed down as her car got closer, spotting the girl out among the crowd. lara honked her horn, grabbing almost evryone's attention.

daniela recognized lara's car faster than she expected her to, but she ran down the hill to her car. her smile was so bright, she didn't even notice she was already in front of her car by the time she came back to my senses.

she looked at lara innocently, 'why are you here today? i thought you were sick!" she said, but lara didn't say any words but instead tapped the seat in her car. she looked at her hand, the back at me.

and that's when she knew girl didn't pick up on what she wanted, "get in, i wanna show you something" i said.

she quickly obliged. she hurried and sped off once she was in the car, but it wasn't out of the ordinary because she always drove like this and dani was pretty much used to it.

lara drove past the school's campus, making her way to her house. her and daniela talked like it was a casual day, they made it to her house pretty fast, and she parked in her grage. lara looked at the girl, placing her hand on her thigh.

"i'm sorry" she softly said, causing her to chuckle nervously, "why are you sorry, lara?" she asked, and she put her hand over daniela's mouth as fast as she could and grabbed the ropes from bend her seat and tied her wrists. "this"

lara said, getting out of the seat, running to the other side to grab the girl, she pieced off some tape and wrapped it around her mouth before she got to scream. she struggled in her arms for a bit bfore finally letting lara take her inside, lara had to basically drag the older inside her door.

it was broad daylight outside, lara was lucky no one saw her. she closed the door behind herself and she put the girl inside her room. lara chained her wrists to her bed frame, she didn't rip the tape from her mouth but seeing her eyes, filled with so much fear for some reason made her more content with this.

lara contiuned her way outside turning her car off and grabbing everything that belongs to daniela and making her way back inside the place. she made her way upstairs, back to her bedroom. she saw her there, on her knees, but they were locked together.

she already looked so exhausted. but the afternoon had barely begun, lara crouched in front of her. her eyes quickly filled with plead, as she whined to the younger, hoping she'd take the tape off. "it'll come off, as long as you promise not to scream?" lara said to the blonde woman, and she nodded eagerly, and she slowly removed the tape off of her lips -

and almost in an instant, she began to scream for help. she pressed her hand agaist her throat, lara's other hand flying over her mouth. "shut the fuck up" the redhead whispered in her ear. "don't make another fucking sound." she warned her.

lara could hear her squeak under her, her voice barely coming out. reality set in and she finally let go and the girl was panting, "f-fuck.. okay" she said, her voice was already sounding hoarse. she held the girl's cheeks, her finger and thumb pressing into her cheeks. "you're gonna follow every last order i give you, do you understand?" she asked, as she tighten the grip, until she could hear a small "yes" from the girl so she let go.

"there's a smart girl" she praised her, gently moving some of the hair from her face.

"you look so pretty, come on, didn't you miss me?" she asked her, but she didn't look up at me. "danii" she said, but she still didn't look at her. lara's not sure what came over her, she was normally really calm but she grabbed the girl again, this time much more aggresive than she did before.

she could hear her slightly whince in pain, and she quicky let her go. she didnt want to hurt the girl, not in that sense, not at all. in that moment, she remebered thst she was bonded by the wrists to her bed. laraset the younger girl free, allowing the freedom to move her arms as she wanted.

she stayed on the ground, her arms just fell beside her. lara held her chin between her index finger and thumb, wiping over older's lips before gently kissing her. she returned the kiss, her lips moving against mine with the same amount of passion.

the kiss was sweet and short, she picked daniela up, putting her down on her lap. lara broke the kiss, but she brought her into another, her arms wrapping around lara's neck while lara's own wrapped around her waist.

she moaned slightly into the kiss, her body pressing against lara's more and more as the seconds passed. they broke off for a few seconds, the red haired woman began kissing away at her neck, marking the girl up nice and gently.

she left endless hickeys there, kissing down to her chest, as the need grew, she began grinding her hips on lara's crotch, causing her cock to slowly get harder by the second. it didn't take much longer to speed up, she panted into the kiss, her moans and movements getting needier as her erection grew.

lara halted her hips, earning a whine from the girl, "please, need you so bad.." she begged her, trying to move her hips but to no avail. "are you sure you want this? we can wait" lara said, but daniela nodded yes, the need being obvious. lara moved one of her hands to pull the girl into a deeper kiss, they fought for dominace for a while but she quickly gave up, allowing lara full access to her mouth.

lara tasted every corner of her mouth, now guiding the older's hips, lara rocked her against her boner, she praised the girl as her sped her hips up. listening to her whines pick up by the second, after a while they broke the kiss, she now began to focus on making her ride her thigh, watching as she fell apart on it.

"oh you poor thing" lara said while her skirt was doing her no justice. she could feel her slick through her panties.

lara began giving fake sympathy to the blonde woman, only making her whines pick up faster. she continued to praise the girl, watching as her eyes rolled back, until her head fell right on her chest while she allowed her to do whatever she wanted with her.

she raised her hand up, sliding past the girl's shirt, up her shirt, in fact, and she began groping her breasts through the fabric of her bra.

the girl began rocking faster, getting herself off on lara's thigh now. she reached her hand down, to her clothed clit, and rubbed quick circles, pulling the blonde into a quick orgasm, watching as her hips spasmed, and rutted against her.

lara pulled her shirt over her head, quickly removing her bra as well, she left her skirt on and lara began working on her panties. she simply slid them to the side, feeling her arousal already dripping down from her cunt, she lifted the girl by her hips and lowered her on her fingers, feeling her wet warmth engulfing lara's fingers completly.

she curled them fingers inside of her, listening to her whines and whimpers turned into moans and even louder ones as she fucked herself on lara's fingers. she forced the girl to hold eye contact with her while she did so, and she obeyed.

the aching and strain in lara’s pants became worse and worse by second, she felt her cock throbbing through her jeans. she flipped the older over, slamming her down on the bed, laying her on her back.

lara began attacking her neck, having enough of this stupid foreplay. she pulled her skirt and panties off in the same motiton, getting a blindfold and wrapping it around her eyes. "n-no no please.." she tried pleading with her younger but she still continued with my actions.

lara got off the girl after tying the blindfold, grabbing the cuffs and began to bond her back the bed. "h-hey please? too much" she whined, "sorry baby, you're mine, all mine" lara replied, hooking the handcuffs back to her bed post.

she slowly spread the girl's legs, taking her time and softly touching the girl, she started from her throat and made her way down with planting small kisses, lara left beautiful purple marks on her skin while she made her way down her body.

she arched her back at every touch from lara, already falling into a trance. she continued peppering her kisses until she made it to her waist, and then she stopped.

lara stood up, admiring her work. she began to remove her clothes, her cock sprung from her jeans and slapped against her abdomen.

it stood long and tall, her tip red from the need with drops of precum dripping down. she slowly inched her way closer to the blonde girl, completely ignoring the aching need for her cock to receive any type of attention.

she walked up beside daniela and rubbed her thumb across her face, stopping at her lips and puling the down, "open up for me" she said and she obliged. lara gently pushed her cock inisde of her mouth, just until she felt her slightly gag on it.

she gently moved her hips inside of daniela’s throat while she was below her , pulling out and each time she pushed another inch inside of her throat. she hollowed out her cheeks, allowing her to slide in and out mch easier. it didnt take long before lara’s pace picked up, her mouth around her cock felt amazing.

she thrusted deeper into her throat, her moans sendings vibrations around her shaft, and with the sight of her cock in her mouth, along with her well she would suck her off, lara came faster than expected. she shot rope after rope down the older’s throat. she would continue to thrust gently, to drag her orgasm out, but of course her cock didn't soften, why would it?

she made her way back down to between the girl's legs, getting a view of the pool and mess she's made on the bed. she only cooed to the blonde woman, standing over her and began cupping her cheeks while she slowly slid her cock on her clit.

she slowly began thrusting her hips to give them more friction, holding herself down against her clit with her thumb while her hips took off. slowly her room began getting filled with the sound of wetness and their moans.

lara kept up with this pace for a while until she “accidentally" penetrated the girl -

"fuck, you're tighter than i thought baby." lara gritted through her teeth, not even half of her cock fitting inside of her. she gave the girl time to adjust to her size, it took only a few minutes, pushing herself in genlty and pulling out as soft as she possibly could.

"god y-you're so big" she moaned out, while she pushed more of herself in, soon lara started bulging out of her stomach. she stayed idle once she was full inside of the older girl, actually giving her enough time to adjust -

which was the hardest thing ever for lara, her walls clenching around her while she dripped arousal down repeatedly. she retracted her hips out slowly, while it twiched, every detail she could feel getting dragged out of her cunt until it was pushed back in.

she made her thrusts nice and slow, deep and shallow, so the girl could feel her better, and did she. she was the loudest lara had heard her during this entire time, the cries she'd let out, the way she moaned for the redhead, begging for more or for her to be rougher wth her.

while she fucked her, lara leaned down to kiss her, her legs were locked around her waist, pushing her deeper inside of her to the base. she was already such a mess, and lara sat herself up, continuing with the same pace while she snaked her arm up and wrapping her hand around daniela’s neck, applying enough pressure to begin choking her.

she stopped for a moment, taking her blindfold off before she started again, watching how cute she looks while pantng, lara only picking up on pace and fucking her faster and harder. their hips slammed against each others in a quick motion.

lara retracted her hand, but speeding her hips up, feeling completely intoxicated by the feeling of how she clenched around her.

lara degraded and praised the girl in the same sentence, while she used her, kissing her. she even made her hold eye contact with her, watching as she thrusted inside of her cunt.

lara pulled out for a bit, then slammed back inside of her, switching up her pace and rhythm again and thrusting inside of her deeply.

each time she would hit a certain spot, daniela would claw at her back, her moans would get higher. her legs locked tighter, begging her for more while she picked up the pace slightly.

soon the girl came again, coating lara with her cum. lara chuckled and slowed her pace, brutally slow, dragging her orgasm out as long as she physically could. feeling her walls clamp around her cock made holding her orgasm a bit harder but she wanted to do something more, feel something more.

soon lara continued to thrust inside of the girl, holding her thighs above her shoulder now and brutally fucking inside of her, she wouldn't even pull out half her shaft before slamming it back in. her moans were quick to pick up, all the small whimpers were pretty much nonexistent.

the need for her grew more and more as time progressed, the way she would clench would make her feel intoxicated, her shaft continued twitching inside of her.

she sped up her thrusts, the burning sensation in lara’s abdomen telling her to stop but she was far too close, lara held daniela’s hips in place while she pistoned into her.

her orgasm caught up rather quickly, causing her to fill the girl up with her load, pumping rope after rope inside of her.

she slowly thrusted, making sure every last bit was inside of the girl before pulling out. lara sat and watched as it slowly trickled out of the girl, right onto the sheets but they’ll care about that some other day.

after a while lara took the cuffs off the girl, removing them from the bed. she discarded them somewhere, and she quickly clung onto her. she held her chest close to her face while she tried to even her breathing.

lara rubbed his palm against her back, in circles to help her breathing better. she would hold onto her for a good while, just until she felt it was enough then she stopped.

she broke apart from lara’s chest, her eyes were hooded and she was pretty much incoherent. lara played in her hair a bit, laying the girl across her lap.

gently cooing to her, she held daniela’s head, pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her.

after she fixed her hair, she shuffled off the bed and retrieved her clothes, just her under clothes and she slid one of her shirts on the blonde.

lara began to gently speak to her, comforting her like she didn't just kidnap her a few hours ago. she wouldn't really say many words back, but she was sure until curiosity got the best of her.

"lara?" she asked, her voice still just as low and soft as before, "yes?" she softly replied, a stupid smile plastered on her face while she cuddled the girl.

"why did you, you know" she asked, not wanting to repeat but she could hear the slight hesitation in her voice, lara reassured the girl and explained to her why its happened.

she would only nod against her chest in response, and soon she could hear her small snores while she slept. she just kissed her head, "welcome home, baby" she softly said and continued rubbing her back.

[one-annon]

im so sorry about my absence!! i've been a little busy so i haven't been able to get to requests but i promise i'll start working on them again around this weekend!! instead here's a book i wrote a while ago about the twins to keep you guys fed! i also wrote it on a computer with auto caps so if its a little different from my writing style please forgive me..i also got a bit lazy toward the end i apologize! warning for tcm spoilers kinda choptop coming home

Bobby sighed heavily, finally getting off the plane. He was glad he was able to finally be done with the war. Of course, he only served about three years but missed his family - what can he say? Not only that, but he missed his records. According to the letters his twin sent, he kept them safe in the room they used to share. He was the only one to write.

Drayton, his oldest brother, was supposed to pick him up from the airport. It was a fairly long drive, but he didn’t mind. Apparently, while he was gone, they set themselves up well. Made a name for the family. Drayton won the best chili competition twice! Twice!

The short man scrambled around baggage claim, quickly grabbing his stuff before waiting outside for his brother. He got odd looks, of course. Nothing new. He had gained a metal plate in his head during his time serving - the result of a piece of his head being cut (getting a chunk of your head cut with a machete really freakin’ hurts!)

About 20 minutes passed before a blue Chevrolet c-10 Silverado pulled in front of him, his brother in the driver’s seat.

Bobby tilted his head, pulling the passenger door open and slipping into the seat. “This is new,” he stated, slamming the door shut and setting his bags in the back seat.

Drayton grinned at him “like it?”

He laughs softly, nodding. He looked around the truck. “Where’s bubba? And nubbins?”

The way drayton’s expression fell didn't go unnoticed by the veteran. “Oh.” he started, shifting the truck into drive and moving out of the way of others. “..they’re at home,” he answered simply. “Taking care of Grandpa.”

That made sense. Grandpa needed someone to watch him. He was old.

He gave a soft nod.

The two fell into a comfortable silence (for the younger, at least). It was fairly unusual for the sawyers to be quiet but bobby was tired and drayton had too many thoughts in his head.

How would he react when he found out what happened?

“Now- bobby..uh..you realize some things have..changed..since you left.” Drayton tried to be careful with his words. It wasn’t all the time he was soft with his younger brothers but-..this felt different. He had just been through war. He watched his friends die right in front of him. On top of that - nubbins had-

“I know!” he smiles at him. “I-I’m quite ready to see what you guys have been cookin’!!” 

There it was. That quietness.

“Yknow, i made a friend.” bobby mentions softly. “He always called me chop top. Gave it to me in the hosp-hospital!”

Drayton just nods.

“He was real sweet, gave me one of his records - he did! A-a Beatles one! ‘Sargeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band’.” he leaned back slightly, “that’s the one with the song that people say is related to LSDs!!” he grins, looking over to his brother as he rests his hands behind his head. “Though it actually originated from John Lennon’s son’s drawing.”

Drayton let him ramble on, letting him be happy for the moments before the storm.

He couldn't focus on what Bobby was saying, just staring blankly at the road.

“That’s nice, Bobby.” He mumbled.

The younger frowned, watching him. “You’re being awfully quiet.” He spoke softly, his eyes full of worry as he stared.

Drayton swallowed hard “don’t worry about it, boy.” 10 minutes. Just 10 more minutes.

The truck fell silent again. More of an uncomfortable silence now.

It didn’t take long for the duo to get there. Home.

“What happened?” bobby asked as he set his shaky hand on the door handle.

“It’s a long story.” Drayton grumbled, shutting the truck off before opening his own side’s door and stepping out.

Bobby followed soon after, retrieving his bags from the back seat. He meets his brother at the front door, grinning. He was excited to see the rest of his family. Especially his twin. He doesn’t know how to explain it but they’re..connected. Not just by blood but it feels like they can finish each other’s thoughts without even needing context. 

Twins can read each others mind. His sergeant had said when they were eating lunch. Hell yeah. They could do that.

Drayton sighs heavily as he opened the door. “Welcome home, Bobby.”

The taller quickly ran into the house “bubba!” he shouts “nubbins!!”

There was a loud clatter. Then excited screaming. Then out came bubba, all grown up; wearing a fancy new tie and a yellow rubber apron and..

Bobby was tackled, pulled into a tight hug. Bubba babbled out sobs, squeezing him much too tight. 

“Hi bubba!” he laughs, wrapping his arms around his brother’s large frame. If you ask if he cried, he’d obviously say no..but he’s lying. Tears were shed as he held his younger brother. “You’ve grown!” he pointed out, grinning at him.

Bubba nods quickly, moving off and standing to show his height growth. Choptop chuckled and stood beside him “almost as tall as me, bub!”

Drayton smiled at the two, staying quiet.

“Where’s nubs?” Choptop suddenly asked, looking around “he ain’t surprising me is he?” The tall veteran searched the remains of the home, calling his twin’s name “Nubbins! Nubbins!! Fuck are you?!”

The eldest brother watched as Choptop called for his twin. He knew he had to tell him but how would he? Bobby would lose his mind if he found out. Drayton knew he would eventually find the corpse. He didn’t dare toss it. Not without Bobby saying goodbye first.

His first clue of his twin’s disappearance was the way Bubba looked at Cook. He was scared. Not just scared to be yelled at or hit like normal but scared of something else. Had Drayton done something to him while he was away?

Drayton had been unusually quiet. Was it because he was guilty of something? Did he do something to Nubbins? Bobby started to get worried. Not to mention how frustrated he was. Why couldn’t they just tell him dammit?! Where was his twin?? “He’s gone.” Cook spoke up.

Bobby’s eyes watered. Gone? Like - gone to town? Gone hitchhiking? Dead?

He saw a lot of death in Vietnam. Whether it be his own men or the enemies. This was different. This was his twin. The man who had been there with him since they were born. The boy who slept in the same bed as him; right side, facing the wall, hugging a pillow, hogging the blankets. If Nubbins was dead who the hell was gonna force him to have to get up and sleep with a quilt? Who was gonna kick him awake in his sleep?

“He..he aint dead right?” 

Bobby’s voice cracked. He wasn’t used to speaking with such urgency. He’s not used to losing his spark - his chipper tone he always held when he experienced something terrible. No, he was panicked. His voice shook as he asked his question, hoping - praying -  the answer would be a simple no. There had to be an explanation. Nubbins couldn’t be dead.

The silence told him everything he needed to know. No one would speak to him. Bobby choked on his sobs, instead changing his question to: “Where is he?”

Cook pointed to the stairs. He had left Nubbins on the twins’ bed. Undisturbed. He was peaceful even after what he had gone through. Bubba cowered, moving to the side as Choptop sprinted up the stairs. He took a sharp left. The other two didn’t follow. He needed his moment alone. 

Bobby slammed the door to their room open, flinging himself at the bed. He wrapped his skinny arms around his twin’s rotting body. The smell was awful. Nothing he hadn’t experienced before. “Nubbins!” He cried, forcing the covers off of the body. He held his twin close to his body, sob after sob wracking through his chest. He felt awful. He was supposed to be the responsible twin. He was supposed to be the one protecting his brother - even when Drayton was away. He knew Nubbins was harder to care for. He took on the challenge. And he failed.

He had been gone 3 years. He was only 25. Nubbins was only 25. God knows how long he’s just been sitting here. Choptop muttered to himself, begging Nubbins to wake up. It was like those nights again. Back when they were kids and when Bobby would have a bad dream. Nubbins always held him tight and Bobby did the same when Nubbins had a nightmare. He always held Nubbins close, made sure he would stop crying before Drayton or Ma came upstairs.

“I’ve - I’ve got you Nubs.” He whispered, face buried in the rotting hair. “Y-you’re okay. I’m home.”

It wasn’t until a week later that Drayton and Bubba saw Choptop. He had been keeping himself tucked away in his room since he found out. Somewhere he was safe. With someone he felt safe with. A corpse he felt safe with. Choptop trudged down the stairs, his usual cheery and manic tone back in action. He held the corpse close to his side. Drayton was in the kitchen at the time, cooking some poor soul into chili. “M-me n’ Nubbins are gonna go out!” He called. Drayton glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed.

“What the hell?” Bobby already had the door open before he could say anything more. “Let’s haul butt, bro!”

[via-rant]

Pt. 1

"Hey Leo?" Jason started and Leo looked away from his food he was stabbing multiple times. "Yeah?"

"Whens your birthday?" It's a normal question. A question anyone who didn't grow up running around cared about.

"Yeah. I think you're the only persons birthday we haven't celebrated." Piper added and Leo answered honestly, going back to eating his eggs.

"Oh. I don't know." Saying they were speechless was an understatement.

"You don't... know?" Percy asked as if it's the most unbelievable thing in the world and Leo stopped eating to look at them with a raised a brow.

"Yeah? I don't know, as in, I don't remember."

"Who doesn't remember their birthday?" Annabeth asked and Leo shrugged.

"Lots of people."

"You know lots of people who don't remember their birthday?" She pushed.

"Not personally but yeah. Met lots of them. Orphanages don't really care for that kind of stuff. So many kids we'd have a party every other week."

"What about foster homes? They had to have done something right?" Frank wondered out of pure curiosity.

"What is this? An intervention? Look, it doesn't matter. I forgot, I forgot, not a big deal."

"Dude, of course it is. That's the day you were born!" Percy exclaimed but Leo just shrugged.

"So?" Everything froze. It was such a simple word but held so much meaning. Oh...

When he realized what he said he just got up and left, not wanting to be questioned anymore.

"I'll be back." Nico said Shadow Traveling away.

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"Oh, hello. What can I help you with?"

"Hi so I'm one of your sons friends and I was wondering when his birthday is?"

"You know my son?"

"Yes?"

"Is-is he okay? Is he safe?"

"Yes, yes, he's safe. He's at Camp."

"Camp?! But what about outside of it?! Does he have somewhere to stay when he gets out?! I..." He admired how much she loved him. Her voice was like applesauce, a little scratchy but mostly smooth and calming.

"Woah hey. It's okay. He's safe. Camp is a year-round place. He has a plan."

"He does?"

"Yes." He assured and she nodded wiping her tears.

"Lo siento, I've just been so worried."

"I completely understand ma'am. But we do only have ten minutes."

"Alright. Now what was the question?"

"When his birthday is."

"It's July, 7th. But why couldn't you ask him?" He told her what happened and she fell to her knees.

"Oh cariño, lo siento mucho. Debería haber estado allí."

"Ms. Valdez, you have nothing to be sorry for. You couldn't help it, people die."

"Oh, lo sé, lo sé. I just... was he at least safe? After I died?"

"Wish I could say yes." He said sadly and she sobbed. He held her.

"But he's safe now. We're taking care of him. I promise." He couldn't imagine being in her shoes. Being dead, hearing that your son is alive after all these years and finding out he hasn't been safe since, in any means.

"And he is such a wonderful guy. He's so funny, and kind, and selfless, and smart." She pulled away to wipe her tears.

"He was always the charmer." She said with a knowing smirk and he blushed.

"You know?"

"The whole underworld knows about you liking boys. I never thought it'd be with my son but if he's your type..." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh! No, we're not a thing. I just... really like him. Ugh..." He said covering his face and she laughed. Loud and unpredictable. Just like Leo.

"Well. I think you should tell him." She suggested and he shrugged. "Maybe one day."

"Gracias. I haven't felt this relaxed in forever. I should really take Emily up for that spa one day." She said and Nico smiled.

"Aye, I apologize. You should probably get back."

"Um... yeah..."

"Before you do, could you tell him something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Tell him it's not his fault. And I love him. More than he could ever know." Nico nodded with a small smile.

"Of course." Then she did something unexpected. She kissed his forehead.

"You're an angel." She disappeared and he stood there in stunned silence before smiling again. Now to talk to Leo.

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@moa-broke-me @thatgaydemigodnerd @im-always-lost-in-a-book @starlightshadowsworld @cabin12kid @stillcarmine

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[agere-questions-and-resources]

my partner isnt super familiar(although not a complete stranger to) agere and im wondering how i can help him understand how to be a cg or look after me when im little. maybe a conversation on it would be good, but im not sure what exactly to tell him or how to tell it to him. any advice for him and/or me?

(🩹) Get to know agere

( And asking to be someone's little )

Hey anon! Thanks for asking me this. (Although I do apologize for having you wait so long for an answer), but i hope this helps regardless.

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You are at an advantage, anon. If your partner at least is aware that age regression exists, then it's typically smooth sailing from there. Where I would start, is make sure you bring it up in conversation. Tell them more about age regression, and don't be afraid to let them know they can ask questions. Here's some bullet points you can start with:

• (knowledge): let your partner know about age regression and what it is. If you're comfortable enough you are free to tell them why you regress yourself. Let them know why it's healthy, what age regression may look like, and be as detailed or simple as much as you want. Whichever helps you and your partner talk about it.

• (CG stuff) once you get the ball rolling, just straight up be honest with them. Beating around the bush may cause further and unnecessary confusion, so just be straight up honest about it. If you haven't done so yet, tell them what a caregiver is. Tell them what a cg's role is, and ask them if they're okay with being involved with your regression.

• (boundaries matter) if it gets to the point where they agree, remember that boundaries matter. Your partner may be informed enough about agere and what a caregiver is at this point, but experience matters. The next time you're little and they're a cg for the first time, they might not know what to at first. When informing about what a cg is and what they do, set boundaries head on. Their boundaries, as well as yours matter. Avoid the unnecessary stress and make sure to let them know what to expect, and let them know that mistakes happen and they can do better next time.

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Now, down below (the gif) is stuff that explains agere better, what a cg is, and a way to help you get an idea on how to start the conversation. These might help you explain to them what agere is, and what a cg is.

- what is age regression? -

Age regression, or 'Agere' for short, is a term for individuals who mentally revert back into a younger age than they are physically. Why does this happen? It happens for many reasons. One of them is because Agere is a trauma response. For individuals who have had traumatized childhoods, never had a childhood innocence, or just never had a childhood. Age regression is a way for people who age regress to relive a better childhood and heal their inner child. Age regression isn't just for trauma however. Another reason individuals may age regress is because it's fun. Reverting mentally back into a less stressful time is fun for some people who regress. People may also regress due to stress as well. Age regression is a healthy, fun coping mechanism. It's not only healthy, but it is therapist recommended as well.

- what is a cg? What do they do? Why is it important? -

A CG, is a short variation for 'Caregiver' a cg, or Caregiver, is someone who takes care of the little who's regressed. A Caregiver may: talk to their little, do activities with them, take them places, and in general just take care of their little. A Cg may fall under certain titles when they're in CGspace. A little may refer their caregiver as parental titles such as (mama, papa, dad, mom, etc). They may also use misc titles such as (bubba/baba, brother, sister, grandpa, grandpa, etc) the titles are up to the little and Cg to decide. Titles and petnames are obviously up to the cg and little on what they wish to call eachother, this is an example of these as these titles are popular amongst cgs in the community.

(Also important for all cgs who are new),

As a caregiver, (especially a first time one), you absolutely need to know what you're getting yourself into. Ask your little what they may expect from you. Do they want you to be soft spoken and patient with them? Consider it and talk about it. Do they want you to be patient, but also strict so they don't fall out of important routine? Consider it and talk about it! And even if your little doesn't mind you being strict, never, never NEVER go off on them. The last thing they want is you yelling at them. Being a cg requires patience, and just like any other child, shouldn't be yelled at for not understanding something, or needing help with something. Be patient! Thats important!

[fayedartmouth]

Too many but im a curious person <3

🥸 🫘 🦷 💥 🛏

I'm gonna put my answers beneath a cut because whatever. I talk a lot, lol.

🥸 Does anyone in IRL know you write fanfic or original fiction? If not, do you plan on telling anyone this year?

Yes! Though KNOWING is not the same as letting them read it, and I've gained a significant amount of comfort in telling people that I write and that I write fic over the years. I'm old enough now that I know who I am and what I like, and I'm not super keen to apologize for it. So I've told my sister-in-law that I write it but when she asked to read it, I politely laughed it off and she never brought it up again. I told my daughter (who is 13) I write it, but I'm definitely not ready for her to read anything.

My husband knows and he's read a limited amount of it. If he had the wherewithal, he could easily find my stuff online but he hasn't for whatever reason. He would like me to talk more about it, but that's just hard for me to do. I think it's not so much that I write fic, but like the very specific type of fic that I write. I don't feel like having to explain why I'm obsessed with whumping my faves.

I have one coworker who knows and he does seem to read my stuff from time to time and talk to me about it. Which is surreal and kind of neat. He's been very chill about it and doesn't seem to think I'm a complete weirdo for the fact that I write as much as I do or what I do.

But like people like my parents? They will never know. LOL, never.

🫘 Spill the beans. What's a new project you're doing this year?

I wish I had a new one to talk about it! But I think I've blathered about the big ones already. The fix-it is a huge project for me, and that will preoccupy me for a while. At some point, I have to get back to Best of a Bad Deal Book Three, but I think my goal is to finish the first fic of my fix-it series.

Beyond that, there's nothing "big." I'm writing a Sarah and JJ as siblings fic for a friend, and I've got a bunch of other WIPs. I also have like two-three other really pressing ideas for shorter fix-its I'd LIKE to write but it is unclear if I'd ever have the time.

But yeah, I don't think I have anything dramatically new I haven't talked about.

🦷 Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're dreading to write (but is necessary to your plot)? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Yes, I think so. With the fix-it, I ended up basically supplementing all of the back half of S4 because I just needed to for context and balance and in my head it was the only way to approach it. My problem is that I don't want to rewatch those episodes at all. In fact, at this point, I don't want to rewatch anything. Writing fic is great -- I'm good with that. But watching the show is still just too hard and I'm not sure I'll ever get to the point where I'll enjoy it again, even in small sections. Which kills me. To never watch Midsummers again? To never watch JJ's hot tub scene again? But it's just hard.

That said, I will do it because I need to ground the fix-it in what we saw on screen. I'd post a snippet but this answer is getting kind of long anyway. If you want more snippets, just ask. I'll share anything.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Always! I'm excited about so many things. Most of the time, I tend to be most excited about upcoming whump. There's a scene in the second fic of the fix-it that I'm obsessed with but I feel like I shouldn't share it yet because I don't know. It seems like it gives too much away.

So I'll post a snippet at the very bottom here from JJ's recovery bit of the fix-it, when he's holed up in Morocco without the Pogues. Let's just say he's not doing well and his self destructive tendencies become a lot more overt as he takes a knife to his own stitches.

This fic is largely about JJ's downward spiral. The scene below isn't even his rock bottom, the poor guy.

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

I don't know! I haven't actively thought about it. I think I've been doing fic a long, long time so I feel like I've been there and done quite a few things. I'm also guilty of going back to the same tropes that I love time and time again. So nothing is on my mind right now? But I'm really easily persuaded and I love new idea and new things. I love writing, so being challenged to do something new is always up my alley, even if right now my focus is nearly exclusively on making sure JJ isn't dead.

Here's the snippet:

It wasn’t as much a conscious thought as it was an inevitability.  His fingers were unusually steady as he reached the blade down, catching the first stitch and teasing it out–

And with a single, hard motion, he jerked his hand up, slicing clean through the stitch with surprising ease.  For a split second, the shock was all.  Then, blood welled up almost in protest.  And finally – belatedly – the numb echo of pain as it shuddered through his body.

The pain felt different, though.  It felt good.  It felt <i>right</i>.

At the very least, he decided, it felt real.

His lips twitched up with an unfamiliar rush of satisfaction.  The relief felt like the best kind of high, and it took nothing to catch the second stitch and rip it clean, too.

These quick fixes.  These temporary patches.

They didn’t work.

If they saved his life for a day, two days?�� A week?

Even a year?

What did it matter?

They were just prolonging the inevitable.

Everybody knew it.

<i>Everybody</i>.

Luke couldn’t raise him.  John B’s friendship couldn’t save him.  Pope’s sacrifice was lost on him, and Kie’s love would never be enough to redeem him.

His mama had left him.

Groff had seen him, small and needy, and knew it wasn’t worth it.

Now, all JJ could do was let it bleed.

He had to let it bleed out.

There was no one left to hold him together.  He was alone, just like he was meant to be.

So he would take himself apart, stitch–

He cut the next one, slicing deeper with a grimace–

By stitch–

The pain hitched and his breathing tightened as he cut through the next–

By stitch–

The blood was weeping now, covering his abdomen.  He could feel it, trailing down his back and soaking into the sheets.  He watched, morbidly fascinated, as it left him, and the thrum of his heart rose tremulously in his ears.  His cuts were getting sloppier, reopening the wound and cutting into the healing skin.  He didn’t stop, though.  He couldn’t stop.

He grappled at the stitches, pulling the threads clean out of the skin until there was nothing left for his bloody fingers to grab.  His vision began to swim, and he had to put down the bottle to finish the work, pulling out the frayed edges until the blood made it too hard to see and there was nothing left to grab.

JJ exhaled, feeling light headed again.  His fingers were like lead weights as it slipped away from him, and he narrowed his focus as best he could, but it was a fleeting, impossible thing.  It hurt more than he thought it would, but the pain was part of it.  It defined him, and he held onto it as long as he could until he exhaled again.

His bloody fingers fell away.  The sound of his heart grew faint, and he lay there, open and exposed.  It was okay now.  He’d held on too long, he’d fought too hard.  He could let it bleed, let it go.

Until there was nothing left at all.

[olderthannetfic]

I've just read an article (in Gazeta Wyborcza) about a very popular series of books among young teens in my country, Poland, called "Rodzina Monet" (Family Monet). The author gained popularity while publishing on Wattpad lol. The article basically said that it's problematic because these books are read by young girls, even 10 years old, and it glorifies violence. Plus it just isn't well written - there were some fragments in the article and yeah it's not well written lmao. A woman in the comments said that her daughter is reading this book and asked if she should forbid it. Since no one answered her, I replied that I don't think forbidding the book is a good solution and suggested talking to her daughter about it, showing her the article and asking what she thinks about it. But I don't know anything more about that situation, for example how old the daughter is. I don't think I'd worry if my child were to read this book, I read trashy stuff too. But I started wondering if maybe there should be some control in such a case? The thing with the books from what I gathered (I haven't read them) is that they are about a 14yo girl, who suddenly lost her mother and grandmother, is sent away to US from Britain where she starts living with her 28yo (handsome) stepbrother and his 3 (also handsome) brothers. She lives in a beautiful villa since the stepbrother is super rich. He's also cold and distant and doesn't understand that she has issues with food (she has some kind of eating disorder). Some of the things he and his 3 brothers do can be described as domestic violence but they apologize, buy her expensive stuff and are all adult handsome men. Yeah it's a young adult fiction. The thing is that it's just not well written so none of the bad behaviours is commented upon.

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Sounds like typical godawful id trash that people eat up. Making a rule against it will just make it more tantalizing.

It would be far more valuable to kick any worthless partners out of one's life and demonstrate not putting up with shit to a tween girl than to ban her from reading trashy books.

One could always try buying her something better, but IME, people who try that always do it wrong: they buy books that are better written, yes, but the vocabulary and sentence structure are a thousand times harder, there's zero iddy wish fulfillment, and the plot is something fucking depressing and supposedly edifying.

Readers can smell a tryhard "your taste is bad" gift a mile away.

I think it's also important when trying to find replacement trash to understand what the kink actually is. Why is it age gap? Well, have you seen 14-year-olds? They're awkward and covered in zits. Of course the protagonist is young like the readers and the hotties are older.

More importantly, why is it abusive? Absolute idiots will be like "Because society taught girls wah wah wah wah wah", but the actual reason is obvious if you've read trash romance for adults:

It's so the love interest(s) can be in the wrong.

The self inserty protagonist of this type of story has very little power. Not only is she usually younger, but she's poorer, a fish out of water in a new situation, etc. The way she gets power is by the love interest doing something absolutely horrible, realizing they have erred, and then groveling forever. Their guilt is an effective way to manipulate them. And yes, retail therapy is usually the next step from this particular trash classic all the way back to The Flame and the Flower.

You can try giving a teen girl a book about a teen girl action hero who is awesome and whose love interest likes her because of that... But if the reader doesn't feel awesome, she's still going to prefer a book about a loser with a destined, fated love or a misunderstood woobie whom other characters have to grovel to after not initially realizing she was special.

You can't fix self esteem by handing someone a book they don't identify with and telling them their id is wrong. And if self esteem does improve, that doesn't mean the lizard brain is going to switch trash fiction tastes anyway.

One can try leaving other fun books around, but that's about the most that could be helpful.

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 6: Realizations

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(joe's pov)

yesterday, i came to a realization. the feelings i had for y/n back in college never truly went away. i didnt admit to y/n's mom that she was right that i still liked y/n, but in my head i knew she was right.

she's why i finally broke up with lexie. i knew she treated me like shit and still stayed with her, but y/n being there to comfort me just made me want to end things. i wanted my attention to just be on her after all the shit i did to her while we were living in different states.

that's why i'm so jealous of her and tee. i wanted to be in the spot he was in; i wanted to be taking her on dates, i wanted her to watch me at practice, and hang out with the other girls because she was with me.

now that i've excepted the fact that i still have feelings for her, i need to come up with a plan. this time im not gonna chicken out, im gonna confess to her what i've wanted to tell her for a very long time.

the first step in that direction is actually talking to her, because i haven't been doing that the past couple of days.

come over?

that's the first text i sent to y/n. i've been an unreasonable jerk to her the past couple days so i'd be surprised if she answered

why? you've been ignoring me and now you want to hang out?

fair enough.

i want to apologize. thought it'd be better in person.

i'll be over in ten.

thank god she's not mad enough to refuse to see me.

the next ten minutes seem to go on forever. i sat on my bed just staring at the ceiling and waiting for a knock on the door or a ring from the doorbell.

i picked up my phone to see that had been 11 minutes, and i lost hope until there was a knock on the door followed by the doorbell.

i practically sprinted down the stairs, through the living room, and up to the door.

i took a deep breath before i opened the door, she had a pissed off look on her face.

"hey" - joe

"hey" - you

"come in" - joe moved to the side and let you in

she sat down on the couch, i followed and sat a couple feet away from her.

it was silent for a few moments, i was trying to collect my thoughts and perfect my apology. when i was ready i cleared my throat, causing y/n to look at me.

"i'm really sorry y/n. i shouldn't have ignored you like that.." - joe

she scoffed at my apology, and that's when i realized this was going to be a lot harder than i thought.

"why'd you do that?" - you

"i- i was just kind of annoyed that you were going on a date with one of my teammates." - joe

"what's so wrong with me going on a date with your teammate? wouldn't you rather i like someone you know rather than someone you don't?" - you

"it's just that if it didn't work out between you too i don't want it to be awkward at practice and at games. it's my job, and i can't have stuff like that messing with it." - joe

"that's not a good excuse. i'm confused because you call me your best friend but you don't want me to be happy." - you

"i do want you to be happy-" - joe

"no you don't!" - you raised your voice

"don't yell at me." - joe

"i can do whatever the hell i want! including going on dates with your teammates!" - you

"i'm just trying to protect you y/n!" - joe

"says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me!" - you

i stayed silent for a second, that was a really low blow.

"do what makes you happy, and if tee makes you happy then go date him. i dont care anymore!"

- joe stood up from the couch and started walking towards the stairs

"wait joe! im sorry i shouldn't have said that- that was uncalled for.." - you

i ignored her comment and kept walking up the stairs, so much for apologizing.

"joe don't walk away, im sorry.." - you

"y/n i asked you to come over here to apologize to you for being such a dick and instead you yelled at me and brought up my shitty ex that i'm trying to get over." - joe yelled from the top of the stage

"i know, and i'm sorry." - you

i didn't reply and walked into my room, loudly

slamming the door and flopping onto my bed.

(y/n's pov)

of course this happens.

after what tee told me last night, i couldn't sleep.

i tossed and turned, replaying his words in my head over and over again.

the fact that you still have feelings for joe.

after losing hours of sleep i came to a realization.

tee was right. i still liked joe, i don’t think i ever really stopped.

but of course now that the very rare occasion that joe and i are both single is happening.. we’re fighting.

it’s honestly my fault, instead of excepting joes apology i accused him of him not wanting me to be happy and shoved his toxic past relationship in his face. not the ideal way to drop hints to your life long best friend that you have feelings for him.

“sweetheart.. you okay?” - your mom knocked on your bedroom door

it was now a few hours since my incident with joe, and i was feeling increasingly guilty. this was probably the third time my mom had come up here to check on me, one of the times being to tell me dinner was done but i didn’t leave my bed.

“no mom, i’m not okay” - you sniffled

“can i come in?” - your mom

“yeah..” - you

when my mom walked in to see me sprawled out on my bed with my face covered up with a blanket she sighed and let out a “oh honey” before sitting on the edge of my bed.

“wanna talk about it?” - your mom

“not really. but i know i probably need to.” - you leaned up

“so how’d this all start?” - your mom

“joe wasn’t exactly happy about my date with tee. so much so that he had been ignoring my calls and texts, and ignoring tee at practice.” - you

god these kids are so clueless, your mom thought.

“mhm” - your mom

“he asked me to come over today so he could apologize.. but i messed up.” - you

“what happened?” - your mom

“he told me he was sorry but i just kept arguing with everything he said. i yelled at him, and accused him of not wanting me to be happy. then i did something super bitchy mom..” - you

“oh lord, what’d you do?” - your mom

“he said he just wanted to protect me.. and i said says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me.” - you

“y/n!” - your mom

“i know, i can’t believe i talked to him like that.”

- you

“i see why you’re upset.. what’s he do after that?” - your mom

“he started walking upstairs, saying that i should go do what makes me happy and if tee made me happy to go date him because he didn’t care anymore. i told him i was sorry and that i shouldn’t have said that, but he just went to his room and slammed the door.” - you

“oh honey.. i’m sorry but you really shouldn’t have said that.” - your mom

“i know.” - you

“so are you going to go out with tee again?” - your mom

“no. he said we’d be better off as friends.” - you

“that stinks, i knew you liked him.” - your mom

“that’s not even the worst part though mom.”

- you

“what’s the worst part?” - your mom

“earlier that night tee had asked me if i ever had feelings for joe, i told him only in college. well after tee told me that we’d be better off as friends he said there was something i wasn’t realizing, and when i asked him what that was he said i still had feelings for joe.” - you

“do you?” - your mom

“yeah.. i think i do.” - you sniffled and wiped your eyes

“y/n…” - your mom pulled you into a hug

“i realized it last night at like 3 am. it’s always just been joe. all along it’s just been him, ever since damn high school. i’ve been on so many dates, had boyfriends, failed talking stages. there have been some really nice great guys, but i just end up comparing them to joe. no guy compares to him, mom. he’s so sweet, genuine, protective, down to earth, one of the most hardworking people ever, he’s always been there for me, and i mean he’s the most handsome boy i’ve ever laid eyes on.” - you

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?”

- your mom smiled

“yeah.. i’m in love with joe.” - you grinned

“oh thank god! i was starting to think you were actually blind. i’ve known this since you guys were in middle school, i always knew you’d fall in love with him.” - your mom

“how do i fix this? i’m telling him how i feel this time, i’m not gonna chicken out. can’t really do that in this mess.” - you

“we’ll figure that out tomorrow, you need to go to bed and sleep. it’s been a long day for you.” - your mom stood up and walked up to the door, turning the light off and walking out of the room

it felt really good to finally get that off my chest and tell someone.

im in love with joe.

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authors note: the motivation i have to write rn is insane.

hope you enjoyed ❤️

[soaps-mohawk]

hiii!!!! im back girliee :) sorry i fell of the face of the earth for a little bit. no pressure to answer this fast its not super important lol

the last few chapters have been so delectable!!! love getting kyle action but also ghoap/gazsoap/ghostgaz was YUM!!!! 🤤🤤 I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to get back to the camera/Simon's bond conflicts too tho lol 😅

haven't been able to play much COD recently due to being busy :( (+ I've been playing The Last Of Us and I may be a bit obsessed with Joel Miller.....I really need to stop playing multiple video games at once lol) (also actively playing Genshin Impact)

I HAVE FUN HEADCANNONS

idk where this idea came from but I have a headcannon that the TV in the rec room is just lowkey the worst. Old, slow, and the base is out in the middle of nowhere so it limits a lot of their TV options.

Don't have streaming because it requires a payment/subscription and something about not being able to hook it up to an account/being on a military base/not safe to have clues to their money or personal lives (I know nothing about the military forgive me). They do have cable but because their base is in the middle of buttfuck nowhere they get only the strangest, most low-production channels out there.

I saw a youtube video a while ago about a British reality TV show where a female contestant is shown a bunch of dicks, nothing else, and she has to decide who she'd want to go out with based on that alone 😂😂 it was completely uncensored, so dicks would just be fully hanging out there. that's the type of shit that they get on the cable in the rec room LMFAO

feel like the only option for personalized TV/movies is the old DVD player hooked up to the TV (that was there when they moved into the place 😭) so the boys constantly have a collection of DVDs they're always rewatching, or they buy new ones/ship them in when there's something new they want to watch

I'm the type of person who will watch bad movies or reality TV shows just so I can giggle at them, so I FULLY believe that the pack would find some shitty knock-off reality TV show and lock in to watch the new episode every week together

if the boys and/or 'mega ever want to watch something popular/that would usually be on streaming they just have to get it off some backstreet website or something like that (they have burner laptops specifically for this purpose)

hope you're having a good day/night/afternoon and that you have a good week as well :) stay safe, slept, and hydrated!!!<3

— 🌘 !

Aww no need to apologize!! Things happen, people get busy. I'll always be here, hanging out (well, not quite as often right now but i'll see stuff eventually!!)

Aww thank you, thank you I'm glad you enjoyed them!!! They have been rather delicious, but don't worry, we will be getting back into the fluff and ANGST very quickly. I've been dragging the plot out more than I wanted to so now I'm rectifying that lmao.

I own The Last Of Us (it came with my PS4 when I bought it four years ago) but I still haven't played it because I suck at playing games lol. I either play all the way through at once or I play for an hour and then turn it off and don't touch it for months lol. Same even with the Sims. I go through cycles of playing for hours everyday and then not touching it for weeks and weeks.

No but like that idea would be so true lmaoo. Just an old fuzzy TV that has no streaming capabilities. They have a very vast collection of DVDs (organized by Simon of course) which is how they keep themselves sane lmao. They get like ten channels and flip between sports and daytime TV and game shows 😂 it's a routine now, sitting and watching some random game show at night.

Hey, they break a lot of laws already, what's the shame in playing pirates? 😉

[the-crystal-femmes]

hihi, I hope this isn't a bother - if it is please feel free to ignore it - but I was really hoping you could give me/us some advice

I just I'm gonna slide a few questions over throught the ask box, it's perfectly fine if you don't have some or any answers, I've been digging a bit and haven't found an answer to these questions so here I am lol, still it's perfectly fine if you can't answer - I tried to write this best I could and i apologize for any mistakes

(all /gen)

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is it normal for their voice to sound like mine? even when in the "inner monolog", like sometimes it snaps back to their "canon" voice but usually it's just a variation of mine or when its not mine or theirs its some 3rd option and I have no clue who they sound like (but that's rare-)

how can you differentiate between your own inner monolog, aka you just talking to yourself, or if it's actually them and your not making shit up?

like above, if it is normal for them to sound like me, how do you know for sure it's actually them?

can you see them? sometimes I think I do, all blurry and shit but I can usually tell when Nick is next to me but usually seeing them is just me seeing a picture from their canon and not them actually there most of the time but like I can kinda see them?? it's so hard to describe, when they're near i can mostly tell, and I have like a visual of vulps setting stuff on fire randomly (or at least trying to) or Nick sitting next to me but uncommon, pretty uncommon

is it normal for them to dip for hours at a time? - completely silent and off to god knows where, usually happens when I'm talking to someone else or focusing hard on smth like a craft or game. Or for no real reason, like im zoned out for whatever reason. they just dip with no explanation making me think they never existed in the first place just to pop back sometime later "hey hey wow you look like shit what did I miss" or act like they never left

can they usually move through you whilst you are still in control? like Nick will grab one of my hands with my other hand and rub the knuckles, or (attempt) to rub my back with my own hands just for some examples - is that just me doing it to myself or is that a thing that generally happens?

can they have the same brain as you? like I don't know how to describe it, like some thoughts are your own and you can't really see theirs but they know a lot of the thoughts you have at times? like I don't even need to tell them and they just know?

I know for sure they are different from me (most of the time) but the same time their responses feel like mine and not their own, like we are completely different but at the same time we are the same - it's just so hard to tell if it's me or not, sometimes it's obvious that just isn't me but other times, wow, I just don't know

sorry that this was a lot - again, if this is bothersome please feel free to just ignore it, I just know you posted recently that y'all were cool with offering plural advice thought "hey, what the hell, they might have some answers"

hope y'all are having a good day, wishing y'all the best :3

(all /gen)

Hey! Absolutely no bother, let me see if I can answer these. I hope you don't mind me answering publicly as Ula just left front and my eyesight isn't good at the moment.

Some headmates can definitely sound like you, yes. Frankie and Ula both sound like me to certain extents, although Ula's is more recent and she has stark differences from me (i.e. British accent). Frankie sounds exactly like me.

Usually, their voices help me figure it out, but if I can't rely on voices, I either can't tell, or I guess. Sometimes they'll identify themselves after the thoughts, at least for us.

As for how I tell if Frankie is the one thinking since she has the same monologue as me, I get vibes from them that indicate it's them and not me, if that makes sense? However I can't say that would necessarily be the same for you.

I can.. Somewhat see headspace / my headmates. It's really hard, as for me, it's like seeing in a dark room. My brain will auto assign colors where they're supposed to be, but I won't actually see the colors, if that makes sense.

Oh yep, they can definitely dip out for hours at a time. Sometimes I don't hear from them for months! Ula, Dewdrop and Solaris are the only ones I see on a (usually) daily basis because Dewdrop doesn't usually leave me, and the other two stay in the front room a lot.

I believe so? I've never personally experienced it but I've heard others experience it. I believe that could be co-fronting (link) or something similar. (If the link doesn't work, try searching the term on Pluralpedia)

Yeah, we have a similar experience. We're hydraconscious- everyone has their own consciousness, but there's also a collective consciousness, which is my consciousness. If you don't think everyone has a different consciousness than your's, monoconscious would be a good term to also look at.

I hope this is able to help you! And I do apologize if I missed anything, again I can't see right at the moment ^^'

- Lemon

[pub-lius]

Hey there, it's the anon who asked about Maria Reynolds! I realized in hindsight (read: two seconds after I sent the ask lmao) that I got her mixed up with Maria Cosway, and then I realized that I don't know crap about her either. Reading past posts you seem to mostly cover stuff about Hamilton and the people surrounding him, and also Maria Cosway isn't American lol, but I hope you don't mind me at least asking anyway? Sorry for rambling it's cool if you don't answer

hey welcome back! don't worry, you're not the first nor the last person to do that lol. and don't worry! europeans are welcome here, so maria cosway is fair game for asking about. however, apologies for asking questions aren't so i hate you (jk ily <3) now i won't be able to go into as much detail because im not drawing from much of my own personal knowledge, but my internet sources will be linked!

Source: The Judgment of Korah, Dathan and Abriam by Maria Louisa Catherine Cecilia Hadfield Cosway

Maria Louisa Catherine Cecilia Hadfield Cosway was the first child of two hotel owners in Florence, Italy. As a young girl in a convent, she showed proficient artistic talent in both drawing and music. She was educated by Johann Zoffany and introduced her to other European artists.

She began painting by copying other works when she began to get recognition, allowing her to travel Italy. After her father's passing, she moved to London in 1779 and became well connected. One such connection was with Angelica Kauffman Church (not the same as Angelica Schuyler Church, though she was friends with her two) who was also a female painter.

Maria was introduced to Richard Cosway in London, and they were married in January 1781 for primarily financial reasons. The couple were within the most fashionable circles of the time. In 1786, the Cosways went to Paris where they met Thomas Jefferson. Maria and Jefferson became friends who flirted an excessive amount, and I found a really interesting article on that here.

Unfortunately, her husband was a grade-A asshole who wouldn't sell her works and stunted her artistic growth. I'm an artist, and I can tell you, a few months off can really do a lot of damage to your muscle memory and suddenly everything you put on paper looks like absolute shit, so I feel for her.

Maria had her only daughter, Louisa Paolina Angelica, in May 1790 but her health suffered afterwards. She went to Italy to recoup and returned to London in 1794. In 1796, her daughter tragically died.

Maria coped by turning to religion, Catholicism to be specifically (been there too, she just like me fr). However, on the plus side, she got her prints published by Rudolph Ackermann and made etchings of paintings at the Louvre which had been stolen during the Napoleonic Wars. She actually knew the Bonapartes personally and their patronage allowed her to open a girls' school at Lyons in 1803, which is so badass. She would later open another school for girls in Lodi in 1812.

Her husband died in 1821, and she sold his work at auction. She used some of the profit from these sales to fund her school in Lodi which is so fucking metal. She was actually made a baroness by the Austrian Emperor and Empress after they visited her school. That's also fucking metal.

She lived the rest of her life in Lodi where she died in 1838 near her school. In conclusion, Maria Cosway was more badass than I realized, and I think she's absolutely lovely. RAHHH WOMEN!!!

I hope this has helped. Again, sorry I haven't been able to go as in-depth, but I don't know Maria like that. I'm gonna give you extra sources just because I love you so much. I hope you can find a jumping off point!! European painters are always interesting, especially if they're badass, metal women who kick names and take ass, so I encourage you to do more research!!!

Sources: Maria Cosway- Royal Academy of Arts

Royal Collection Trust- Maria Cosway Collection (this has her art!!)

American Heritage- Thomas Jefferson and Maria Cosway (this was quoted in the post!)

Yale Center for British Art- Maria Cosway Was a Part of England's First Celebrity Art Couple

[saltydkdan]

hi im sure youve been asked this a million bajillion times before but is there an estimated date for when Friendlocke S3 highlights will start coming to youtube?

Okay so, this is a loaded answer so STRAP IN:

I don't want to rush it this time, so probably sometime before the year ends, and here's why:

For Season 1, I finished editing all of the videos, and then posted them "Bingewatch" style in a short span of 2 weeks. To me? That's optimal.

On the flipside, for Season 2, I rushed myself too hard, and ended up posting stuff WAYYY too early, and thus, Season 2's highlight videos were posted over the span of an entire year (YIKES)

This lead to Friendlocke effectively taking over my channel for a while, which I don't want. I want it to be one of the many series and videos on the channel! And for people who aren't interested to not get bombarded with it over a longer period.

The way Season 2 was handled is NOT happening again. So in an effort to not "grind stuff out for content" and appease the algorithm, I'm taking my time with it alongside a bunch of my bigger projects!

I am in NO RUSH, and I apologize if that stinks to hear, but I want to make sure these videos are REALLY good. Like, on par with previous seasons or even BETTER.

If you want to know my current progress, since you've been so kind to read my word vomit:

The Season is looking to have 6 episodes, much like Season 2!

The way the editing pipeline works for Friendlocke is that it's broken into 3 chunks. The Base Edit, the Salty Edit, and Final Additions.

"Base Edits" are done first, and are the video editing work done by my wonderful Editors (i.e. Tracey, Rusty, RasenDan, e.t.c.)! These edits are where they chop up the best/most important bits, and add some of their own visual/audio gags.

The "Base Edits" of episodes 1-4 are all complete, with 5 and 6 currently being worked on.

The "Salty Edit" is exactly what it sounds like, it's my draft of the Base Edits! I basically do my own round of editing of the previous drafts, making tweaks, adding jokes, and working on scripted segments to stitch events together where needed!

I haven't done much of my edits yet, as I'm focused on the Jojo Iceberg and bringing back some other videos, but I have been working behind the scenes on:

Final Additions! These are usually the last wave of edits, focused on adding in animation, music, and other things. While these are usually added in last, I have to coordinate with artists and animators fairly early on to make sure nobody has to crunch. Basically, as soon as I know a portion needs animation, or we have enough material for it, I talk to them immediately and start planning for it to be added later!

ANYWAY, sorry for the long blurb. Hope this all helps while I keep working on stuff in the meantime!

[bonesandthebees]

Hello! New anon alert from someone who's read most of your stuff and is now obsessed with Rose! Is 🐚 free? (warning in advance for a lot of asks, as I said, I am obsessed with this fic and need to air out my thoughts, haha)

Starting off with the scream from last time. Same, Wilbur, same.

I love the difference between Wilbur and Tomys. Wilbur determined to keep Tomys alive in the moment, and Tomys continuing it now when Wilbur no longer sees a point. It's night, it's cold, no one will even start looking for them until the next morning, the bandits are still somewhere and might come back, the weather could shift, and Wilbur is injured.

It's so interesting, without Wilbur Tomys wouldn't have survived the bandits, without Tomys Wilbur would have no chance to survive the aftermath.

Tomys dragging Wilbur along despite Wilbur's acceptance. The fact he isn't even complaining! Something I have no doubt he normally would, but; Wilbur is hurt, Wilbur saved his life, and they have to get to shelter for the night. Sure, he's exacerbated with Wilbur's dramatics ("was screaming necessary?") but he's getting them both to safety.

And Tomys knows what he's doing! Wilbur gets to see a very different side to Tomys, which is great.

(1/?)

-🐚

GOING TO START ANSWERING ROSE ASKS EVEN THOUGH I HAVEN'T STARTED WRITING THE NEXT CHAPTER YET it's been so long im so sorry

anyway HI WELCOME I will call you conch anon! never apologize for your asks I love seeing everyones thoughts :D

anyway yes, wilbur and tommy need each other for different reasons. while wilbur is able to keep tommy alive in the initial Everything with the bandits, once he realizes how fucked they are he promptly wants to give up. meanwhile, tommy is a bit more tenacious than that, and is determined to keep both their asses alive

while tommy might act incredibly childish at times, that's only when he's in the palace. I love this arc because it lets me show how when it actually matters, tommy can step up to the plate. someone has to be the adult here and keep them alive, and despite the fact that wilbur is nearly 19 and tommy is 13, wilbur isn't taking the role. tommy has to be the one to grow up and make sure they both make it out of this. not to mention, wilbur is hurt while tommy isn't. the last thing tommy wants is to be alone after that, so he has to keep wilbur going.

he's already fed up with wilbur's dramatics though and who can blame him

[sugar-omi]

HI IM AN INSANE BAXSTAN AND SWIFTIE AND UR RYT MR PERFECTLY FINE HAS IMMENSE BAXMC POTENTIAL

while i think its not Unlikely for mc to forgive baxter within the span of the dlc, i DO think theyre not given enough options to feel complicated abt it. u pretty much have to decide how to feel from the start, and arent given a lot of room to change ur mind. For example, my mc Anne is a very forgiving person, especially with bax bc she understands his need to be entertaining & liked. HOWEVER she starts the dlc off thinking "ok if hes gonna be distant i can do that" but then when he jokes with xavier shes like "well im CONFUSED now and i need answers" and shes irritated, but also still likes him. after the bowling she hugs him and is still like confused, but again likes him still. by the time shes baking with him, shes both confused and endeared with him but is kinda harsh with him, even when hes apologizing at the wedding.

All this to say; its not UNREALISTIC mc would forgive in that timespan, its just the lack of complexity mc is or is not afforded that makes it feel too fast. additionally, while u do get to be mad, theres no real moderation for it, and no way to be like "this is a start, but it will take time to trust him fully again". so yeah, it feels rushed and personally i think it was rushed to be released due to whatever reasons (either not caring abt baxter or wanting to work on olnf, who knows)

anyway, i would go on about baxters dlc and its shortcomings for hours if given a chance so for now ill just call it here <3 signed, 🌸Anon

YES YES I AGREE

i do think there was a lotta effort n good stuff but into baxter, and i also havent replayed it since they updated some stuff so maybe its a bit better since release

but i do agree i think the emotional range is very limited its either "idc anymore", "im mad", "i look back fondly", "im pretty sad abt it", n all that stuff n its just pretty straight forward in whatever you choose

i think step 4 is a bit short? maybe?

BUT I ALSO THINK ITS PRETTY FLESHED OUT, now i haven't acted professional w baxter, i tried but i just didnt have time to go through w the route. but there are options!!! its just one and done i think so its kinda like, you cant express How conflicted you are

bc realistically id be so sad but i also hold a grudge so id be like "yeah you say you love me n all that n i GET IT but also im scared"

BUT I ALSO THINK ITS BC WE ARE PLAYING IT WITH SEVERAL HOURS??? like MC has 5 years to get through the emotions, but the time between him saying "see you never!!!" and "omg hi, i miss u but u dont need me but i miss u?!?!!?!" is like less than 5 minutes so.....

LITERALLY I WAS PLAYING IT THE FIRST TIME N I WAS LIKE "you bastard, fuck you. i hate you. stfu. YOURE SO CUTE. you ASSHOLE. i am going to KISS YOU. i want to slap you so fucking bad right now"

like pls i was freaking out during my first playthru

i think baxter's dlc was more focused on the "i am hurt" and "i have XYZ reasons for being like this" and it goes through all that and its less "lets work through your complex feelings/this is how you reacted when we met again bc you felt/feel very conflicted and now we will work thru it"

BAXTER DLC IS LITERALLY "I CAN FIX HIM" OMFG

but honestly i like the baxter dlc better than the derek dlc bc i HATED how "i can do everything by myself!!!!" derek was in step 2 and how sibling focused it was, i man i still loved it of course but i wish derek n mc had more 1 on 1 time

and then in step 4 it was like "i missed out on everything, i feel shitty n im sorry!" and mc just.... idk maybe i need to play it again but i was still mad derek ghosted for a whole step n then it was still very family focused, and while i loved that as well

i just wanted more derek by himself, i wanted to pamper him n love him n just yk

idk, all the dlc's are so good but i do think the forgiveness is very quick which makes sense bc they're making ol2 but man, i would love if it was just double the length or half that to just flesh it out some bc i wanted some sweet moments w the boys as well :(((

ANYWAY YES I DO AGREE ITS NOT UNREALISTIC

just unrealistic for ppl like me who take 2-3 years to get over wtf happened and another 2 to actually settle in my decision to forgive 😂😂 but even then, if i had 5 years to get over it i could prbly forgive him after a lot of crying and a bit of screaming LMAO