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Pool Party

(Lee Ahin X Nancy Mcdonie X Male Reader)

You look one more time at the document, lying in front of you. It's Friday evening. Everyone else is going to enjoy the weekend. You sigh as you get out of your seat. Your weekend is going to be quite hectic.

"Sajangnim."

Mi-ra makes you lift your head.

"This is the report from the Diesel headquarters in Italy."

You take the thin binder out of her hand. Flipping through it, you scan the numbers.

"And here is the final draft for the Korean Air contract."

A way bigger folder this time.

"Thank you, Mi-ra."

You chuckle as you stand up.

"Now I have something to read before going to bed."

Your secretary smiles, while she bows.

"If you need any assistance over the weekend, please let me know, sir. I will gladly help."

"Thank you, but I'm sure I will manage. You are going on a trip with your boyfriend. I don't want to hold you back."

She nods, a glad smile on her face.

"Thank you, sir. I'm really excited."

"Where are you going?"

"My parent's neighbors have a big get together. We are invited."

"Ah, I see."

The two of you continue to talk as you walk towards the door.

"So, you are going back to Busan, then?"

"Yes, I am."

Mi-ra takes your jacket off the coat stand.

"I always wanted to go there, but I haven't found the time do so yet. Thank you."

She gives you your jacket, before you open the door for her.

"I'm sure our neighbors would love to invite you next year."

You laugh at her joke, before closing the door to your office behind you.

"I'm heading out for today. You can get off work now as well.

"You can always call me, sir. In case something comes up."

"Don't worry about it. I need you here next week. Fully recharged and energized. I won't call you."

Stepping through the front door, you immediately realize, what Ahin has made out of your agreement. If you only knew she meant this weekend. You groan as you hear the loud music echo through your house.

After taking your shoes and jacket off, you walk down the hallway. It seems Ahin's speaker is inside your living room. Putting your briefcase down on the kitchen counter, you see that Ahin made cookies. Probably for her guest. You don't bother asking her, putting one of them into your mouth, while taking another one. The warm cookies make the chocolate on the inside melt.

You savor the taste, walking into your living room. The sight of your dinner table almost causes you to let the second cookie fall out of your hand.

You never expected Ahin and her friend to play poker. You never expected her friend to be this sexy and alluring. And you never expected the two of them to sit at your table, barely wearing anything.

While the young brunette is still wearing denim shorts, your girlfriend is showing off her beautifully sculpted body. Since you are standing behind her, you have a good view of her naked shoulders and back. And especially her butt cheeks.

There is no way she is sitting like this without purpose. She must have known you would come home eventually. And she must have known you wouldn't be able to resist her. Her body perfectly on display in this colourful bikini.

Her hair looks somewhat like cotton candy and her nails match that colour.

Ahin's friend is wearing a blue, orange top, which is hiding her midriff. She looks just as beautiful as the woman in front of her. Her aura is model like and you realize she must be one of Ahin's ex band mates.

"Do you give up?"

Her voice is barely audible over the loud music.

You see Ahin shaking her head. It seems like none of the two noticed your appearance yet.

"Show me what you got."

Taking a step closer, you can see Ahin's friend revealing her cards. Two pairs. Your girlfriend shifts around in her chair, before revealing her own hand. She only got a pair of eights.

The brunette's evil laugh makes you chuckle as she pushes a full shot glass towards your girlfriend.

You check your watch. 7pm. Isn't that a little early?

You walk closer as Ahin tilts her head back. Only now you see the bottle of tequila standing on the table.

Standing right behind her, the brunette looks at you. It is obvious that this isn't exactly their first round and she lost a couple of times already. She gives you a slight smirk, but doesn't say anything.

Ahin groans as she puts the glass down.

You reach forward, wanting to scare her. Ahin jumps as she feels your hands on her naked shoulders.

"Yah!"

She is about to turn around, but you sneak your arms around her midriff, right beneath her chest.

"Hello, sexy."

You hear her chuckle in your ear as she slightly turns her head.

"Hi, daddy."

You knew this was coming. But you're glad the bottle of liquor isn't as empty as you thought at first. The two of them couldn't have drunk more than two or three shots each. Still, you don't know their tolerance for alcohol.

"Wanna play with us?"

Ahin kisses your cheek.

"I have a lot of work to do this weekend. I can't afford getting drunk."

She pouts at you, before struggling to get out of your hug.

"Fine. Don't play with us then."

She seems hurt as she collects all the cards from the table.

"I don't have a problem with playing. I'm just saying I can't drink."

"Or are you scared you are going to lose?"

Ahin's friend grins at you, obviously challenging you to a play.

"What am I betting? I'm not gonna drink."

You pull out the chair at the head of the table. Ahin to your left, her friend to your right.

"And no, I don't have cash on me right now."

"Why don't you bet your clothes?"

"Nancy!"

Ahin looks at the brunette and you expect her to yell at her further. Instead, she shuffles the cards.

"He is still MY boyfriend."

You see Nancy rolling her eyes.

"Come on. You told me about your agreement. He is allowed to fool around."

Watching the two of them, you wonder what Ahin told Nancy about you.

"Fine."

Your girlfriend shrugs her shoulders. First, you think that's all she has to say on the matter. But you quickly find out that Ahin has more tricks up her sleeve.

Her toes reach your leg, slowly starting to dance over your skin. Their purpose clear.

Ahin deals two cards to everyone, while her foot makes its way up your leg.

"Shouldn't we all bet the same?"

Nancy raises an eyebrow at your innocent question.

"Don't you think your girlfriend would have a small disadvantage?"

Looking at Ahin, you know the brunette is right. Except for her bikini, Ahin isn't wearing a thing.

"Do you want to keep drinking then?"

"No."

Ahin shakes her head.

"I hate the taste."

You grin, while Nancy laughs at her.

Ahin places the five cards in the middle of the table. A king of hearts, an eight of spades, a seven of spades and a queen of clubs.

The two women check their cards and so do you. A two of clubs and a three of spades. Well, that's a great start. You sigh internally, while trying to read the girl's faces. This isn't the first time you play and although there is no money on the line, you want to win. Having the chance to see both of them naked is enough motivation.

Ahin frowns, while Nancy seems to like her hand. You don't know how well they play, but you doubt they would fake their facial expressions.

"I bet a sock."

Nancy looks around the table, unable to hide her grin. Ahin is visibly mispleased. Because of her hand, or because she has barely anything to offer. Or both.

"My tie."

There is still room for improvement. And you want to undress the two of them as soon as possible.

You look at Ahin. She shifts around in her seat, about to give up. Unbeknownst to you, Nancy wiggles her eyebrows mockingly at Ahin, before slowly sliding her left hand over the table in your direction. Although Ahin doesn't mind sharing you, she doesn't want to give up without a fight.

"Guess I'm gonna start drinking again."

Ahin pours herself a glass, but not without her foot now resting on your knee.

"Isn't that a little unfair? You could drink the whole bottle and still be dressed."

"I doubt she can drink that much, Nancy."

The brunette shrugs her shoulders.

"We will see."

She takes a card from the pile next to the revealed cards. She smiles, before putting one of the old ones, face down, next to the pile.

"I keep going."

"And what are you going to bet?"

"My other sock."

Nancy watches you as you take the next card.

A three of clubs. At least it's a pair. If you are lucky, Ahin doesn't even have that.

"I bet a sock as well."

Ahin takes a card as well, before putting one back. She sighs, before reaching for Nancy's shot glass. She fills it without a word.

You look around, before you motion Nancy to show her cards.

With a smug grin, Nancy places her cards on the table. A king of clubs and an eight of hearts. Two pairs.

You show your own cards. A lousy pair of threes.

To your surprise, Ahin's face suddenly changes.

"Got you!"

With a laugh, she places her own cards on the table. A king of spades and a queen of hearts.

You sigh as you start to undo your tie. Nancy bends under the table, reaching for her socks. Her denim shorts are tightly hugging her cheeks, you turn your head, hoping Ahin didn't catch you staring. Leaning down as well, you take off one of your own socks.

Putting it on the table, next to Nancy's, you are surprised, when Ahin suddenly reaches for them and starts to put them on.

"What are you doing?"

"This is only fair. I started with a disadvantage."

Ahin puts on your sock and one of Nancy's. She let's your tie dangle from her shoulders.

Nancy reaches for the cards, ready to start dealing. You realize that this might not be as easy as you thought it would be.

"I bet my pants."

You look at Nancy. After winning her socks back, she lost them to Ahin again. You are already sitting in your chair without your tie and an unbuttoned shirt. You lost it to Nancy, but now you got it back.

"I bet my shirt again."

You look at your cards. You currently have a flush, confident that you are going to win this round.

"I bet my second sock."

Well, it's yours to be exact.

Nancy puts her cards on the table. A straight. You show your own cards. Nancy's smile drops and Ahin frowns again. Although, you don't really trust her face anymore.

Your girlfriend sighs and puts her cards down. Two pairs. You take your sock back, before turning to Nancy.

"Are you going to watch me take them off?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"Might as well."

"Fine."

You see her winking at Ahin, before standing up. Leaning back, you watch Nancy undo the button on the front. She turns around, bending forward.

You feel Ahin's toes glide over your crotch as Nancy slightly wiggles her hips. Turning back for just a moment, you see Ahin watching her as well. Her chin resting in her hand, her elbow placed on the table.

Nancy makes a show out of it. She slowly reveals her round butt, while slightly swaying her hips from left to right. Her thick thighs look invitingly delicious. Looking over her shoulder, she makes sure that you are watching. Her bottoms match her top. Blue and orange in the same pattern. Nancy's ass seems slightly fuller than Ahin's.

The brunette throws her denim pants onto your lap. Your girlfriend's foot is still doing small circles on your crotch.

Once she sits down, Nancy reaches for the cards, ready to shuffle them again. You have to look into Ahin's eyes, needing to tell her to stop moving her foot. She looks at you with fake innocence, smiling at you.

Nancy deals the cards. You look at yours. A king of hearts and an ace of hearts. A good start.

You see both of them smiling as well. Are they fooling you? Or do they actually have good cards?

Nancy reveals the five cards in the middle. Looks like you have won this round. Time to finish this game quickly.

"I bet my shirt, my pants and Nancy's shorts."

You pretend to hide your grin, hoping the two of them would think you are bluffing. Ahin scoffs.

"You seem really confident."

You shrug your shoulders.

"Fine."

Ahin looks down on herself. She is still not wearing much.

"I bet my last sock."

Nancy shakes her head.

"You have to bet the same amount."

Your girlfriend glares at you.

"Alright. I bet both of my socks. And..."

She looks down on herself again.

"And my bottoms."

Finally you are getting somewhere.

"What are you doing?"

Nancy looks at her with suspicion.

"What do you mean?"

Ahin fakes her innocence once more.

The younger one rolls her eyes, before looking at her cards. After seeing the two of you bet so much. And after watching Ahin take another card, she eventually does the same.

"I bet my..."

It's her turn to look down on herself. You hide your smile as you see her face when she realizes she isn't wearing enough clothes.

"I... I bet my top and my bottoms."

Ahin shakes her head.

"One more."

"I don't have anything."

"That sucks for you."

You honestly don't quite understand, why the two of them have started to become so competitive. If this is about having sex with you, wouldn't it be smarter to lose first?

"Than I'm gonna..."

Nancy realizes that you already brought the tequila to safety, after Ahin lost a round and had to take three more shots. You gave her water, which made her feel a little better. Sleeping with a drunk woman isn't the same as with a sober one. Plus, it feels like you would take advantage of her. But now, Ahin seems alright again.

"No alcohol anymore."

Nancy looks at you after your comment.

"Fine."

She glances at your crotch, before looking at Ahin.

"I bet my mouth."

A slight smirk plays around her lips.

"What?"

Ahin's voice is a little louder than usual.

"If you win, I'm gonna eat you out."

Nancy says that as if she has done that a hundred times already.

"If your boyfriend wins..."

She trails off, but places her left hand on your thigh.

You feel yourself harden underneath Ahin's foot at the thought.

"We said we would only bet clothes and tequila."

She definitely felt it too.

"So what?"

Nancy faces you.

"You have almost more clothes on than the two of us combined. Which means, we will need something to make it fair, right?"

Ahin senses your inner conflict. Of course you want to side with your girlfriend. But a blowjob from her model like friend?

Before you can speak up, you hear Ahin's voice.

"Fine. I will raise you though. I bet my top, too."

She reaches behind her and pulls at the bow on her back. Ahin's bikini top comes loose. Except for a little more cleavage, it doesn't reveal much more, still held up by the thin straps on her shoulders. But the message is clear.

"It's not your turn y-"

You try to ease the tension, but you are interrupted by Nancy.

"I offer my thighs."

You turn towards her.

"You can touch them, fuck them,"

Her voice suddenly turns into a whisper.

"Cum on them."

"Yah!"

Ahin looks at her with fire in her eyes.

"Nancy Jewel Mcdonie!"

Is that her full name? For some reason, her name makes Nancy seem even sexier.

"What is it Ahin?"

She glares back at your girlfriend.

"I-I"

She stutters, trying to come up with something.

"I will- I will let you fuck my throat. You can cum as often as you want."

Nancy scoffs, while you try to remain calm. What is happening right now? Are the two of them doing this because they actually want you, or just because they don't want to lose to each other?

"That's boring, girl."

Nancy leans forward to push Ahin's foot out of your lap. She places her hand on your clothed cock, squeezing it slightly.

"You can have my pussy. Fuck me all day, baby."

Her brown eyes stare into yours as she bites her lip. For just a second, you are entranced by her, before Ahin jumps out of her chair.

"Yah!"

She takes your chin and turns your head towards her.

"Use me. Use my body all night. Do whatever you want with me."

Ahin leans forward, her lips next to your ear.

"Every hole you want."

"Girls, I-"

And once again, Nancy interrupts you.

"That's lame."

She places her hand over Ahin's and makes you face her.

"I will ride you. I'm gonna rock your world and you don't have to lift a finger. You can just enjoy my pussy."

She leans forward too, whispering into your ear, just like Ahin.

"No one has ever been in my ass before."

You finally take both of their hands and remove them from your face. Ahin seems to think about more stuff she could bet.

"I will let your cream pie me. Breed me."

She looks at you, trying to act innocent again.

"Please?"

"Both of you stop it. I-"

Nancy quickly disappears underneath the table. Before you can react, the brunette is kneeling in front of you, her hands undoing your belt.

Looks like you won this round in more ways than one.

Ahin is visibly trying to do something too. But is not quite sure, what exactly.

"You weren't lying, Ahin."

You hear Nancy's voice under the table as she pulls off your pants and traces the length of your clothed cock with her finger.

"Why would I?"

You look at Ahin, who is still trying to think about a way to beat her friend.

"Wow."

Nancy coos as she pulls down your boxers.

Your girlfriend suddenly whispers into your ear.

"Remember the rules?"

You immediately reach down. You stop Nancy from kissing your cock by grabbing a fistful of her hair, holding her in place.

"You promised, you would never sleep with someone but me in this house."

"Hey..."

You blend out Nancy's voice, trying to remember that day in your office.

"No. You said, I'm not allowed to invite anyone over. Last time I checked, this was your idea."

You know that this was Ahin's only way of getting what she wanted. She pouts at you, releasing her poor choice of words.

Looking at her for a second, you come to a quick conclusion. This is not about who invited whom. It's about the respect you have for Ahin. You are not going to fuck anyone but her in this house.

"The pool?"

You wink at her and Ahin catches what you are implying.

She nods, a devilish grin on her lips.

"Would you let go of my-"

This time it's you who interrupts her. You get up from the chair, while letting go off her hair. Your pants fall to the floor, before you reach for Nancy under the table. She is barely taller than Ahin and not noticeably heavier.

Picking her up with ease, you feel Nancy's around your neck.

"Where are we going?"

She smiles at you, still thinking she won.

Unbeknownst to her, Ahin is rushing towards the glass door to open it. Before Nancy can react, she is already flying towards the pool.

With a loud splash, she hits the water, making Ahin the only contestant for your attention. Your girlfriend quickly gets rid off her top, before pushing you towards one of the wooden deck chairs.

As soon as you sit, Ahin is already sitting between your legs, leaning forward. Her lips touch your tip as she starts to stroke you.

"Fuck."

She kisses along your shaft.

"Why does this turn me on so much?"

You chuckle at her as she starts to take your cock into her mouth.

"Yah!"

You hear water splashing. Looking over Ahin's head and her beautiful ass, you see Nancy at the edge of the pool.

"That's cheating!"

With her mouth full, Ahin is unable to reply. But she shakes her head vigorously, making yours roll back.

"Ahin..."

You groan as she keeps going. Reaching forward, you have to hold her head in place. A week ago, Ahin found one of your soft spots. Since then, she started to use it to her advantage, whenever she needed you to cum quickly.

Just like right now. You keep her face pressed into your crotch, so she can't do anything. That results in Ahin choking as you stuff her throat with cock.

Nancy gets out of your pool, her body dripping wet. Her wet hair makes her look more mature and that small drop on her nose almost makes you laugh.

Once she reaches the two of you, she gives Ahin's naked ass a playful slap. It makes your girlfriend's body rock forward, making her take even more of your cock. You watch how her full cheeks absorb the impact.

"Since Ahin is busy with her mouth, let me use yours."

Nancy bends down, giving you a nice view of her ample cleavage, before capturing your lips with hers. You taste a faint hint of tequila on them as Nancy forces her tongue into your mouth. Unwilling to let her get the best of you, you pull her on top of you. The brunette stumbles forward, crashing into you.

You hear a muffled protest from Ahin, but you are too busy making out with Nancy. Your hands explore her wet skin as you let them glide along her waist and her back.

While your tongue explores her mouth, you hands start to get used to her body as you girlfriend's friend lies on top of you. You feel her chest pressing against you, her hand in your hair.

The two of you eventually have to break away for air.

"Those pictures Ahin send, don't do you justice."

Nancy starts to kiss your neck, her other hand sliding underneath your opened shirt.

"What kind of pictures?"

You are curious what Ahin says about you.

"A picture of you in a suit."

Nancy kisses your neck.

"A picture of you in the shower."

She gives you another peck.

"And a picture of your cock halfway down her throat."

The brunette looks up at you.

"I hope by the end of the weekend, I will have enough pictures for myself."

"Weekend?"

You thought she would stay to spend the night. At most.

"Yeah. More than enough time to take a picture of my face, covered in your cum."

You hear Ahin choking as you unconsciously thrust your hips upwards. The thought of cuming on Nancy's face makes you push Ahin's face further into your crotch with one hand, while the other starts to squeeze Nancy's tits over her top.

"You like them?"

You nod, before watching her pull her top up. It's now bunched up over her tits as she pushes her chest towards you. Opening your mouth, you capture one of her nipples, flicking your tongue against it.

Nancy moans, while you feel Ahin bobbing her head up and down. You enjoy her tits, switching between them occasionally. While Nancy keeps tugging at your hair everytime she moans, you realize that you might be coming to the end too early.

You slowly push Ahin off your cock, unable to defend yourself from one last lick of her tongue, which almost makes you cum.

"Ahin..."

You sigh, thinking she probably knows how close you are. She gives you a knowing grin, licking her lips.

"Switch places."

You try to buy some time, not wanting to cum too early.

You watch the two of them change position. Ahin is straddling your upper body, while Nancy starts to focus on your cock as she kneels in front of the deck chair.

To wonder, when Ahin possibly could have lost her top, is a waste of time. You immediately enjoy her naked chest as she leans forward. While you let your hands explore her mounds, your mouth is tasked to pepper the skin on her neck with kisses.

Your girlfriend moans as you find the spot that makes her melt. Her head is rolled back as you mark her skin while tugging at her nipples slightly.

Then, you feel Nancy's tits around your cock. They are bigger than Ahin's, but not big enough. You can feel her fingers on the upper side of your cock as she closes the gap. Her soft flesh around you feels warm and cold at the same time. Probably because her chest is wet, due to the water from the pool.

Nancy slowly starts to glide up and down along your shaft. Her tits squished together, making sure you enjoy the feeling of them wrapped around you.

At the same time, you start to take Ahin's nipples into your mouth. Just like Nancy did before, your girlfriend holds onto your hair with one hand, tugging at it occasionally.

"God yes."

She sighs as she feels your lips and tongue all over her chest. Her skin is a little softer than Nancy's.

The younger girl on her knees makes you groan as you feel her lips wrap around your tip. Everytime the tip of your cock leaves her cleavage, Nancy captures it with her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, before she moves upwards again. Her steady rhythm suggests that this isn't her first time doing this.

You feel Ahin's biki bottoms rub against your abdomen as you keep pleasuring her. The slight wetness on your abs exposes her need for release as her clothing starts to become damp.

You realize that, since the night on Halloween, you weren't able to enjoy her pussy properly. Of course you fucked her since then, but because of your tight schedule, there wasn't much time to pleasure each other as much as you would've liked.

You place your hands on her thighs, slowly pushing her upwards. You see Ahin smirk on top of you as she realizes what you're doing. Your mind is still not completely on the task as Nancy makes sure you can't concentrate properly. Her ample tits wrap around your cock perfectly, the warm flesh makes you groan occasionally.

After a couple of moments, you finally get Ahin into the right position. Your hands are now placed on her cheeks, holding her up right in front of your face, while her legs rest on the backrest behind you.

You lick her bottoms, tasting her juices on the fabric, before looking up at her. Ahin's eyes glisten with lust as she sees you underneath her, ready to eat her out.

"Would you mind?"

It takes her a second to comprehend what you mean. With shaky fingers, Ahin clumsily undoes the ties on her bottoms. You can feel the heat coming from her body, especially her core.

You sometimes have a hard time believing that Ahin gets turned on by you fucking other women. But right now, with Nancy's tits wrapped around your cock, Ahin seems like a horny mess. Once her bottoms fall onto your chest, you see her lips glistening with her juices.

You pull her body further towards you, almost making her sit on your shoulders. Ahin moans as she feels your tongue licking her labia. Her hands are holding onto your hair as she tries to calm her body.

While you start to eat out your girlfriend, Nancy makes sure you can't focus properly. She kept up her rhythm the whole time up until now. Now, she is staying in place, her tits mostly wrapped around the lower half of your shaft. Her mouth is busy with sucking you off.

The combination of Nancy's mouth and tits around your cock is something you usually don't experience. It makes you groan, which sends shivers up Ahin's spine.

Your girlfriend is enjoying the feeling of you devouring her pussy, while her friend works your cock. Ahin's hair is a mess by now. It's hanging into her face, blocking the view. The rest of her body is starting to fail her as well. Her legs are starting to buckle. Her core is burning up and her breathing becomes faster.

While you slowly push Ahin towards her orgasm, Nancy has had enough of sucking you off. In contrast to Ahin, you haven't given her pussy any attention at all yet. Seeing you eating out your girlfriend, makes Nancy even wetter. And jealous.

She quickly gets rid of her bottoms, before inserting a finger into her own pussy. It only takes her a couple of moments, until she is completely wet. After Ahin telling her so much about you, there is no way she can keep her eyes off your cock.

Nancy straddles you, while you bring Ahin towards her high.

"Fuck!"

Your girlfriend shakes as you make her cum. You hold her securely, since her position isn't really safe.

After Ahin's body relaxes, you are about to put her down. You suddenly feel Nancy's pussy lips tease your shaft.

Without having time to prepare yourself, your eyes roll back as Nancy sinks herself onto your cock.

"Gosh, that's big."

She moans as she feels her pussy getting stretched by your cock. It has been a couple of months since Nancy had a proper fuck. Her pussy immediately clenches tightly around you.

"You've got a great cock."

Nancy shuts her eyes as she keeps lowering herself onto you. You see Ahin looking over her shoulder at her friend, studying her facial expressions.

"You look so hot riding him."

You can't see Nancy, but you can almost hear her smirk.

"I promised I would ride him."

And so she starts. Her hips meet yours whenever she slams down. And you feel her hands pushing against your abs whenever she pushes herself upwards. Her walls wrap around your cock like a sleeve and you are unable to do anything but lie in your chair.

You only realize that you are still holding Ahin, when you arms start to grow tired. With closed eyes, you try to put her down, not wanting to make her fall. You can almost feel Ahin stare at your face as she watches you. She bites her lip, loving the way your face twists in pleasure.

Once your girlfriend finally gets off of you, she returns her attention to Nancy.

"Oh my god. You are creaming all over him."

You open your eyes to verify Ahin's observation.

Your cock is slowly becoming covered with cream as Nancy is literally creaming. Her pussy feels tighter than before and yet she rides you more smoothly. Her head is tossed back, while her nails dig into the skin above your abs. Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

"This looks so good, baby."

Ahin leans over you again, capturing your lips with hers. The kiss is messy. There is not a hint of affection and love. Only lust and desire. Ahin slightly bites your lower lip, before you force your tongue into her mouth. Your hand is intangled in her hair, pulling her down to you.

The kiss becomes more sloppy, when you start to feel that familiar feeling inside your stomach. Nancy keeps riding you, her pussy keeps creaming around your cock, making it glide up and down on your shaft.

The young brunette has slightly changed her position. She is now squatting over you, her hands still on your abs. This way, she somehow manages to take even more of you inside of her.

You groan into the kiss, signaling Ahin that you are about to cum.

The sound of your phone ringing saves you. Not necessarily because you have to answer it, but it distracts you from Nancy's pussy.

"D-D you mind?"

You mumble into the kiss, while holding onto Nancy's hands, which are still pressing against your abdomen.

Ahin breaks the kiss to go back inside and get your phone. She can't help but watch though. She keeps her eyes on you and Nancy, while slowly walking backwards.

"Ahin..."

You motion her to hurry as you start to try to get Nancy off of you.

"I have to answer this."

As if she doesn't hear you, Nancy rides you like a crazy person. You can see how much cream she is leaking. Your whole cock is covered in it. It looks like you came in her, but you know you are barely holding on.

Finally, Ahin comes back with the phone.

"Nancy..."

She doesn't stop bouncing on you, while moaning occasionally.

"Let me take care of her."

Ahin hands you the phone, before attacking her ex bandmate. She holds her in place, while kissing her. You see her fingers rub on her clit.

"(Y/n) speaking."

Nancy's eyes are shut as Ahin plays with her, while covering her mouth with her own.

"Hello. I'm Cho Won-tae. I'm afraid we have to reschedule our meeting."

You close your eyes, unable to watch the two girls on top of you.

"That's-That's alright. What date and time do you have in mind?"

You feel Nancy tensing up around you as you hear her muffled moans.

"What do you think about Sunday?"

"I think that should work."

You almost groan as you feel Nancy's pussy clenching onto you, while Ahin keeps rubbing her clit.

"I don't have my calendar with me at the moment, though. Let me come back to you, once I've checked which time works for me."

"Alright then. I will be awaiting your call."

In that exact moment Nancy decides to cum. Her body shakes on top of you. Her walls hug you tighter than before.

"God! Fuck!"

You hear her muffled scream as she orgasms.

You do your best to hold on. And to be quiet. You can't afford getting caught by the CEO of Korean Air.

As Nancy's pussy contracts around you, you try to finish the call as fast as possible. Once you are able to hang up, you throw your phone away before holding onto Nancy's thighs. She has come down from her high, looking slightly out of it, while Ahin stands beside her.

"What was that?"

"I-I couldn't help it."

She sighs breathlessly, her skin slightly covered in her sweat.

"I can't help this either."

You sit up, pushing Nancy off of you. She stumbles to her feet. But before she can say anything, you turn her around and bend her over the chair.

"Be quiet and take it."

You push yourself inside of her again, rocking her body forward. Nancy moans as you start to fuck her from behind.

After a couple of thrusts, you realize she is having too much fun for your taste.

"Ahin."

You motion for her to walk in front of Nancy.

Your girlfriend gets the hint, sitting down on the chair right in front of Nancy's face.

"Make her cum. And maybe I will forgive you."

Ahin's eyes sparkle with amusement and lust as she sees Nancy lowering her head. Moans start to leave her mouth once she feels her friend's tongue pressing against her clit.

You reach forward, holding Nancy by her neck, while pushing her further into Ahin. Driving your cock in and out of her, you slowly start to feel that familiar feeling again. It subsided, when you got the call, now it starts to come back. You let out your frustration on Nancy for not being able to cum earlier.

Ahin has to hold the brunette's head in place while you pound into her. Her tongue is barely able to keep up as you push into her again and again.

Nancy is a mess by now. The cocky poker player is gone.

Whenever you retreat out of her pussy, you see how she is creaming on your cock. The natural lubricant helps you to fuck her harder. To fuck her deeper.

Your hands start to leave red marks on her hips as you keep pulling her body towards you while you thrust forward.

"Oh god! Please!"

You hear her moan loudly. But this time it's not muffled by Ahin's mouth, but her pussy. Your girlfriend is obviously enjoying this as you see her head rolling back. Her pink hair is flowing down her back while she bites her lip, trying not to moan.

The feeling of your upcoming orgasm increases as you keep fucking Nancy from behind. You dig your nails into her pale skin, leaving small marks on her waist. After a couple of more thrusts, Nancy has given up on pleasuring Ahin. Her head is flopping around to the rhythm of your thrusts, while her hair is flying in all directions.

Ahin is trying to make herself cum with her fingers, while watching you fuck Nancy's brains out.

"Almost there!"

Ahin's lips move, but it sounds like Nancy said it. Or did they both?

You concentrate on the task at hand. Making Nancy climax and then cum on her thighs. Like she promised. You had your eyes on them as soon as you heard her offer. Her pale skin and full flesh more than just inviting you to paint them.

"You fuck her so good!"

Ahin cums first. She arches her back as she plunges her fingers inside her pussy one last time. A high pitched moan escapes her lips as her pussy contracts around her fingers.

Only a couple of thrusts later, Nancy joins her friend in her orgasmic state. Her head falls onto the chair as her knees buckle. She cries into the chair as she cums hard on your cock. You feel her pussy squeezing your cock again and again. It makes you light headed.

And it makes you cum too.

You pull out, before flipping Nancy over. Lying on her back, her head rests in Ahin's lap as you tower over her.

You jerk yourself off with two last pumps, before shooting your load. Nancy's thick thighs get hit by your cum as you stain her pale skin. The brunette moans as she feels your hot seed on her body.

"How are you doing this?"

Ahin asks as she cums on your cock again.

It's Sunday now. Nancy has stayed the weekend. Like she promised. The two of them did their best to distract you from work. And to fuck you.

When you finally finished work on Sunday evening, you closed the deal with Korean Air, cream pied Ahin at least thrice and came almost on every part of Nancy's body.

You are unable to answer Ahin's question now as Nancy keeps riding your face. Her pussy hungry for release, her hips bucking towards you.

Ahin is riding you, just like Nancy did two days prior. Instead of lying on the chair, you are lying on a towel on the wooden deck.

The two girl's riding becomes faster. One of them tries to make herself cum, while the other tries to make you cum.

Nancy almost suffocates you with her thighs as she orgasms on your face. Her juices leak out of her as her mouth pronounces the lewdest sounds.

You feel yourself close to climaxing as well. You reach around Nancy, trying to find Ahin's waist. Once you get a hold of it, you lift Ahin up and down in your own rhythm. It's way faster and harder than how she rode you a second ago.

"Fuck, yes! Use my pussy!"

The weekend has been great. You finished all your work, are now the proud owner of an airline and had sex with Ahin and Nancy more often than you could count.

"Give her all your cum. I want to have some, too."

Nancy coos, while her thighs rub against your head. Her pussy is still hovering right above you. You lick at it, unable to resist your urge to make her cum again. The reaction is immediate as Nancy hisses.

At the same time, Ahin becomes undone around your cock. Her pussy twitches, contracts and tries to milk the cum out of you. You finally give her what she wants. As Ahin shakes on top of you, you paint her insides with cum. You see stars as you feel Nancy's thighs around your head simultaneously.

You will be definitely having breakfast by the pool tomorrow morning.

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Hello everyone!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. You can keep requesting until next weekend, then I'm going to start the polls for the December special.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #ahin momoland #momoland #nancy momoland #lee ahin

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circusinthewalls · 7 months ago

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SFW Gaz Ramblings - 18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI

(CW: Therapy Dog Hybrid! Reader | ow ow ow my fuckin' arms 😭) [Masterlist]

You whine as Kyle strokes his thumb over the length of your forearm. The movement is a little too quick, just a fraction too abrasive for your newly sensitive flesh. That familiar searing pain thrums back to life in mere seconds. Heat radiates off you with every pulse of it.

He sighs, setting your arm back down gently in your lap to instead inspect the other.

"You didn't wear sunscreen?" he asks.

You want to lie because you know how utterly avoidable of a mistake this was, but it's not like the truth isn't written all over you. You'd only make a bigger fool out of yourself at this point.

"Didn't think we'd be outside that long," you murmur, avoiding his gaze as your ears pin back somewhat.

Opposed to the chastising tone you expect to receive, he only tuts.

"Gonna have to have a word with those recruits, huh, sweetheart?"

Disapproval laces the question, but much to your surprise, it isn't actually directed at you. This sparks a bit of inquisitiveness within you, those folded ears perking up again. You tilt your head at him, curious.

"What?"

He looks up to meet your gaze now and seems almost amused at your apparent befuddlement, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a cheeky smile.

"Well, they're the ones that took our therapy dog for too long of a walk, aren't they?" he says. "Bet they forgot to put any on themselves."

"But I wanted to go," you interject, leaning forward and nearly sliding off the counter he has you sat on when he steps away to get in the fridge.

You watch him rummage around in it, digging through until he emerges with what smells to you like aloe vera gel. He returns then, already unscrewing the cap on the way over.

"I know," he replies, "but they knew how long that walk was going to be. You didn't. They should've known better than to go without sunscreen on any of you."

Your brow knits as you consider his words, ears pinning back once more.

"Guess so."

Kyle hums, content with your supposed agreement.

"Let me see your arms, love."

You comply, raising both. Another hum sounds from him, this one praising.

"So good," he murmurs. "Just hold still while I apply this, yeah? You'll feel better in no time."

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Little something I wrote back on the first of this month while I was dealing with the most egregious fuckin' sunburn on my arms.

Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts recently! Been busy with work and other life things. My drafts are full up of stuff I've been working on (three larger fics and a number of one-shots + requests), so I really wanted to get something out for y'all. I do have a decent bit of free time this week, and I'm hoping to get back into the swing of writing. There will be more of Therapy Dog Hybrid! Reader in the form of little one-shots over time, but other stuff I've been meaning to get posted will come first.

As always, thank you for your patience! Y'all are delightful. Means a lot to know you enjoy my work. <3

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letsgetrowdy43 · 6 months ago

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The girl, so confusing (Rowan's Version)—

Nico Hischier x Angie Chandler au

Disclaimer this is a fake scenario!!! bringing light to some of the background issues that Angie deals with on top of playing hockey and falling in love!!

Au Masterlist!!

Angie's hands gently shook as the tech woman in front of her replaced the battery in her lav mic, a nervous smile on her lips as she thanked the woman who placed a glass of ice water on the coffee table.

The reporter, Molly, an old friend from university who had written a few pieces for the sports section of the school's newspaper and now was a writer for a bigger sports outlet grinned as she sat down on the green couch adjacent to her. "You nervous?" she asked as she reached her hand out for Angie's. "Yeah," her hand fell into Molly's as she took a long breath, "I just wanna put all of this to bed and I don't want to be painted in the wrong light."

Molly's smile softened as she squeezed Angie's hand and then got comfy in her seat, "I understand, and I want everything you share with me to be on your terms," she looked to the camerawoman and gave her the go to start recording.

This was Molly's first ever independent piece as a sports journalist, and she wanted to create a sense of change.

"This issue of pitting women against one another spans so far beyond Hockey culture, it's in the media, it's societal pressure, this ideology surrounds woman players and adds this sort of expectation that for Woman to be successful there must be this added element of pettiness to create narrative and drama. It is all a ploy to make an argument that women create too many issues to be in the 'big leagues'"

Angie was a little taken aback as the story was all laid out for her, multiple interviews from players both past and present, different professors and authors who had dedicated their lives work to this issue, all coming together to highlight this quiet threat to Girlhood culture and woman in sports.

Angie nodded along as Molly ran through her breakthrough piece, a mini-series highlighting the issue of erasing the concept of Girlhood from sports in replace of competition.

"Do you want to say your name and a little bit about yourself?" Angie snapped up a little, one of her hands balled into a tight fist as she looked towards Molly and then the camera, "I'm Evangeline Chandler, number eighteen on the New Jersey Devils"

Molly grinned as she looked through the notes on the queue cards in her hands, "She's being humble, Angie was the first ever Woman to play within the USNTDP, The first woman to attend the NHL Draft Combine, and the first woman to play an entire season and have a consistent spot on an NHL team," the reporter watched as Angoe grew shy at the praise, "a woman of many accomplishments." "Thank you."

"When did all of this start?"

Angie thought back, "It was during dev camp at the beginning of the season. The inaugural draft had just taken place, and one of my closest friends, Taylor, had been selected first." She smiled, thinking back to the day, the phone call after the draft congratulating her, the tears about finally having a place amongst the greats.

"Taylor and I have been through so much together," Angie continued. "We played together in college, and we both had dreams of making it big. When she got drafted first overall, I was over the moon for her. But that's when the media frenzy started." Molly listened intently, her pen poised over her notebook. "What happened next?" "The headlines were brutal," Angie said, her smile fading, "'Rivalry Brews Between Top Female Athletes,' they twisted our friendship into something ugly, something competitive. It wasn't true, but it spread like wildfire."

"How did Taylor react to all of this?" "She was amazing," Angie said, her voice softening, "She called me and said, 'Don't let them get to you," and whatnot, but it was hard. The media made it seem like we were enemies, and that narrative started to spread into our circles. People started asking me if I felt threatened by her success, or if I thought she resented me for being in the NHL."

"It sounds like it created a lot of unnecessary tension." "It did," Angie agreed, "but it also brought us closer in a way. We called all the time to check up on one another, we knew that we had to stick together and show the world that women in sports are not enemies, but allies."

Molly leaned forward and nodded gently, her eyes locking onto Angie's, "So, let's talk about this narrative the tabloids have been pushing. They paint you as some sort of anti-PWHL figure because you're part of the NHL. How does that make you feel?" Angie took a deep breath, her eyes momentarily closing as she gathered her thoughts. "to be really frank, it's frustrating," she began, her voice slowly becoming more confident the less she held up a front and the more she let herself be vulnerable. "I've played with and against many of the girls in the PWHL. They're my friends, my teammates. The media wants to create this drama that doesn't exist. They want to pit us against each other, but that's not the reality."

"Why do you think the media does that?" "Because conflict sells," Angie said bluntly, her voice sharp as she shrugged, "They want a story, and they think this 'catfight' angle will get them clicks and views, at my and other women's expense."

"It's damaging, and not just to me, it hurts every woman in the game. It creates unnecessary rifts and makes it harder for us to just play the game we love." Molly just nodded as she watched this woman finally start to use her voice against all the wrong that has been aimed towards her, "I'm not against the PWHL, and I would never look down on women doing the thing they love. I aspire to be as monumental as these women literally changing the game right in front of our eyes, and I hope they know just how inspiring they are to me and thousands of girls and women who aspire to be as historic as they are."

There was a short pause as Angie gathered her thoughts, the weight of the words she had just spoken settling around her. Molly leaned in slightly, sensing the significance of the moment, "that's powerful," she said softly. "And I think it's important for people to hear that directly from you. But let's go a bit deeper. How has this media narrative affected your relationships with the girls in the PWHL?"

Angie sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly, "It's been really tough. Some of them start to believe the rumours, and it creates this tension that's hard to shake off. I was a 'celebrity coach' at the All-Star game for the PWHL 3-on-3 and it was really hard to enjoy that experience with the girls when the media brought up my name to both me and them saying that I was entitled and looked down on them because I play in a separate league than them. I hope none of them believed it, it made me feel really insecure in my sense of self because these women and that league really do mean the world to me and the thought that they think poorly of me was crushing."

A small smile worked its way onto her face as she thought back to all of her friends who had reached out to talk about the article, all super excited to finally see her supported and clearing their around her and the league as a whole. "But the girls who know me, who really know me, understand that it's all nonsense. They're supportive, and they know we're all in this together."

Molly smiled softly, "That's exactly what I want to highlight in my piece. The solidarity among women in sports, the real stories of friendship and mutual respect. We need to change the narrative." Angie nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'm glad you're doing this. It's about time someone told the truth."

Molly's eyes sparkled with determination. "And that's exactly what I intend to do. This mini-series is going to shed light on the reality of women in sports, the challenges we face, and the strength we show every day. It's time to tell the real story."

As the interview continued, Angie felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. She spoke candidly about her journey, the highs and lows, and the importance of unity among female athletes. Molly's questions were thoughtful and respectful, allowing Angie to share her truth without fear of being misrepresented.

By the end of the interview, Angie felt a sense of relief and empowerment. She knew that Molly's piece would be a game-changer, not just for her, but it brought a sense of perspective to the game, finally listening to women's voices. It was a step towards breaking down the harmful narratives and building a culture of support and connection.

As they wrapped up, Molly reached out and squeezed Angie's hand once more, "Thank you, Angie. For your honesty and your courage" Angie smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you, for giving me a voice."

The camerawoman signalled that they were done, and Angie let out a long breath. She had done it

#neveragodau!!#nico x angie #nico hischier x oc #usntdp x reader #Nhlplayer!reader

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veronae-buddie · 7 months ago

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The "Buddie Texts" series I write with @disasterbuck has gotten majorly bigger than either of us ever anticipated - in that we've written a lot more than we expected to. Don't let the numbers put you off, this is a series you can drop in and out of at any point, and each story is entirely self-contained with a guaranteed happy buddie ending.

When I drafted this post, we had 243 on AO3. My personal goal is 365.

If you don't know where to start, are looking for a rec, or are just curious, here are my Top 10 favourites from the Text Fics posted so far!! In no particular order....

that home chat "There is another option, if you're interested." "What is it?" "Well ......... there's plenty of room in my bed. We could share." Buck asks to move in with Eddie, strictly as 'friends', and they negotiate what it's going to look like. 1.6k, T

that jealous eddie chat Buck has a date and Eddie starts acting out. 1.8k, T

that wedding planning chat Bobby's throwing a party and enlists Buck and Eddie's help -- without telling them who or what the party is actually for... 2.5k, T

that quarantine chat Buck and Eddie are living together through Covid lockdown and some boundaries are breached. 3.4k, M

that eddie's exploration chat Eddie leans on Buck's unconditional support as he begins to explore and accept his sexuality. 4.7k, T

that trapped eddie chat Eddie is trapped in a building collapse, and texts Buck when his radio breaks. 2.4k, T

that relationship journey chat Having grown closer and closer, Buck finally decides to take a risk and tell Eddie how he feels. This fic is a journey of Buck and Eddie getting together and developing their relationship, as seen through their text conversations with friends and family. 10k, T (I mostly just love the final chapter soooo much tbh)

that drunk stripper chat Wherein Eddie gets drunk to deal with a bad shift, and unexpectedly admits to Buck that he once had a job stripping. 5k, T

that ghost buck chat Sitting in Buck’s hospital room after the lightning strike, Eddie is startled to receive text messages from the man currently lying before him in a coma. As the conversation unfolds, it becomes clear that Buck is somehow trapped in a sort of limbo, supernaturally tethered to Eddie’s mobile phone. Will they be able to find a way to bring Buck back to his body? 10.7k, T

that comphet cliffhanger chat Buck starts seeing someone new, and Eddie is confused. 6k, T

Find all our Text Fics on AO3.

@shortsighted-owl @disasterbuck @serensational @blue-winged-boy @emotionallyencumbered

@gnoeltop @inell @verdimundi @darkrose6578 @littleblackraincloudofcourse

@deliriousbean @idealuk @oldfangirl81 @ronordmann @shealwaysreads

@queenofthesydrianites

#fanfic #text fic #collaboration #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #buck x eddie #series #ao3 writer

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thewatercolours · 13 days ago

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3, 7, 13, 15 for the EOY writer post?

3. Did you achieve everything you wanted to this year?

I was pleased with the number of oneshots I shared, and time I spent investing in my imagination, and the care I put into drafting my multichapter, "Path of Kingship." I certainly had a number of plans that fell through, of course, honestly I'd be a bit bit disappointed with the scope of my plans if I didn't dream bigger than I could actually accomplish!

Some plans that didn't play included properly reviving my dormant original novel, The Brilliant Hour (it's been sitting at roughly 70k for an age, and it's a delicate dance between remaining open to the fact I haven't entirely scrapped it, and preventing it from being a roadblock to other creativity because I can't let it go.) I did a lot of concept work on a new fiction about a high seas-based monastic order and a kidnapped royal, but the timing didn't seem to be right for it. I hoped I would finish "Path of Kingship" before the year was out, but it's still in progress. Well, some of these may still be groundwork for the future, and for those that weren't? Well, I enjoyed them anyhow.

7. What are three songs you put on your WIP-playlist this year?

A song from the Path of Kingship playlist: "Stronger" by Ellie Holcomb. The moment I heard the lyrics I could feel the resonance with Graham's arc from terrified newbie to confident leader.

A song from The Brilliant Hour playlist: Tried to rebuild this playlist from memory. I had an expansive playlist for this novel on Itunes before my account locked me out. I'm sorry to lose all the ones I've forgotten, but some songs are indelibly linked to story, and come to mind immediately. One is "Marrakesh Night Market" by Loreena McKennitt, which had a heavy hand in inspiring the opening chapter.

A song from Anders Solmor's playlist (Saltmarsh - not a traditional wip since it's from my rpg campaign with my brother - but I do so much writing for it and approach it so much like a writing project it counts): This feels ridiculous, and I'll add that I'm not a Swiftie. But I found a string quartet version of "Look What You Made Me Do" that's going to be perfect for Anders once he has his realization. Having a traditional-sounding instrumental version fits the Saltmarsh vibe, but in my head I can hear the words. I'm delighting myself with the double meaning of the refrain lyric if I associate it with Anders. He was made to do so much without even realizing it - and when he finds out that knowledge might make him do something quite different.

13. How did you change as a writer? Did you learn anything new? Started to plan instead of pants? Share your wisdom!

Other than what I've mentioned in another ask - let's see. I continue to fight the good fight to trim back my prose's tendency to indulgence and purple. I don't know if I got any better at it, but I was more ruthless in intention at least! I also found it helped me to consciously decide when a work was something I wanted to polish to the best of my ability vs when it was just a "doodle." I do believe in putting one's best foot forward and developing one's skills, and the works that mean a lot to me deserve to have my best effort. But sometimes it's ok to dash something off as a little connection with the two or three people who read my work, especially the King's Quest stuff, and not agonize over perfection. So I guess, I gave myself permission both to truly throw myself heart and soul into the good stories, and to say, "Ah, it has Graham in it. They'll probably like it" for the doodles. (Is this a sound philosophy? I don't know, but it seems good for me at least in this chapter of my life.)

15.Time for shameless self-promotion! answer with a piece of writing you want others to see/read! (if you have nothing posted/published this year, any other year is fine too ^^)

If you want a tiny taste of my original fiction, or just something really short, here's an excerpt that stands OK on its own: "The Ungentleman." Pseudo-eighteenth century world, mainly focused on a fun dynamic between the two mains desperately imbibing sweets before they commit themselves to a situation where there probably won't be any sweets.

If you want a taste of my fanfiction, "Path of Kingship" stands okay on its own, regardless of whether you know King's Quest. The upshot is that a guy who never expected to be king finds himself on the throne, and tries on different approaches to his new position like boots. Some zaniness but also introspection.

#Thank you for the ask! You're an awesome writer and it's kind of you.

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divergent-paths · 1 year ago

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First things first, I'm very grateful there's still interest in my older work. I'm so happy my characters and art have people hungry for more! To address the issue of finishing the comicking, there's a few things making it difficult, but it probably isn't super interesting to a lot of people, so I've put in it the cut below. tldr; it would need a redo from scratch in order to post because reasons.

In an OCT (original character tournament), the work is heavy on the use of other people’s OCs, and with that, there's implied permission to use those OCs, but only within the confines of the OCT. This means that for a number of the OCs in the final round's draft, that permission is definitely invalid this many years passed, and they need to be completely edited out of the draft.

Secondly, on where to post, ughghhh, I really, REALLY do not want to go back to deviantart. When I said I was done with that hellhole, I meant it, and I genuinely haven't gone back, but... that does kinda mean I'm still without a good art 'home' as it were making it difficult to choose where to post anything. There's not really any site out there that comfortably caters to such a wide range of posting, styles, themes, etc, I've never exactly stuck to a single niche that the bigger art sites want.

Next up, I also don't feel like what I had was actually any good, and it wouldnt've been something I'd be proud/happy to post because my pacing was garbage, the writing focused too much on irrelevancies, and the art in progress was lackluster, so I'd probably need to just scrap what I have entirely so I can write a new ending that's self-contained as well as something I can be happy with in the future too.

While at the time of writing I haven't yet played the Blueberry part of the ScarVio DLC, I have seen that there is a curious little device allowing players to possess their Pokémon, in a manner of speaking. It's certainly a ways off from where we're at with posting right now, but that might be the best place to bring up Alex's past adventure in Lato and how it concluded. Food for thought at least.

For everyone who made it here, thank you for reading my thoughts about this, I appreciate that people care about my characters enough to ask such questions. I hope in the meantime you also still enjoy the current story we're on, even if Alex is an absolutely horrible teenager to watch. :'D

#character qna #ajks #lato league #op art talk

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years ago

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Connection: Logan

Read on Ao3

Warnings: uh, calculus? other than that none

Pairings: logince

Word Count: 2502

Out of all the decisions he's made for this semester, the one he's the most pleased with is the hybrid studying/tutoring arrangement he's come to with the attractive jock who sits next to him in his Intro to Calculus class.

He's one of those students who gets easily intimidated by the formulas and vocabulary necessary for the subject, but he's persistent and determined in a way that many wouldn't be and so he's quite capable of doing the work, which is a relief. Logan can count on one hand the number of students he's tutored that have shown as much interest and passion as Roman.

Of course, it doesn't hurt that he's very pretty, either.

Roman's already at their table—yes, it is their table, Logan's had an arrangement with the librarians since the first semester and Roman is the only person that is permitted to sit at it aside from him, not that Roman knows that—when he arrives, typing madly on his laptop with just the tip of his tongue poking out. He must be incredibly focused; typically, he only does that when he's forgotten Logan's there. Careful not to startle him, Logan eases into the seat across from him, getting out his own textbooks and materials to the rhythmic click-clack of Roman's typing. Every so often, he sees him glance at something on the corner of his screen—the clock, most likely—and resume typing at a faster rate.

Ah. He must be trying to finish before our time starts.

Sure enough, one minute before their scheduled slot, Roman clicks the last button with a flourish and slumps into his hands, letting out a low groan.

"That seemed productive."

Logan chuckles as Roman startles, a light pink flush touching the tips of his ears as he flails.

"Careful."

"For—how long have you been there?"

"Not long, only a few minutes."

"I didn't even notice you."

"I know." He nods to the laptop. "You seemed intent on finishing your work, it was hardly my place to disturb you. Did you finish?"

"Yeah, sent the draft along to my editors. Hopefully, that clears my weekend."

"Ah, of course. When does the next issue release?"

"Next Wednesday. They want to do a bigger piece covering the rise of generative text technology and how it's affecting the creative community at large, so I've got a larger word count to work with. Which is nice, 'cause then I can actually express some of the more complex concepts, but also…more words."

"I see."

"Sorry, I don't mean to go off-topic. Math, right." Logan chuckles, watching him put away his laptop and get out the books and his calculator. "Okay. So."

"So?"

"What the fuck," he mumbles in a tone so exasperated, Logan has to hide a smile behind his hand, "why—I think I got as far as 'area underneath a curve' before I lost it."

"You're referring to the applications of derivatives." When Roman just blinks at him, he shakes his head. "Do you remember the difference between definite integration and indefinite integration?"

"There's two?" he asks weakly.

"Yes, there are two. It'll help you understand the 'area underneath a curve' business if you understand those first."

Roman huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment before he nods and starts flipping through his notebook again. "Okay. I, uh, do I remember that? Well, I definitely wrote down and underlined 'definite integration' so I must. Let's see…oh, is this the thing with c?"

"If by 'the thing with c,' you mean performing the integration between limits where c's value becomes irrelevant, then yes, this is the thing with c."

"Great." Roman claps his hands. "I definitely understood some of the words you just used."

"We all start somewhere." Logan sets aside his textbook and reaches for a blank piece of paper, writing down the integration formula with limits and turning it so Roman can see. "So. This is the formula for definite integration, do you recognize it?"

"Uh, sort of? This is just the normal integration formula, isn't it? It's just got…extra bits." He points to the square brackets and the limits. "These. Why did you put more letters in front of me, Logan, are there not enough already?"

"Those 'extra letters' are the limits."

"So…the bounds? Like—we're only integrating part of the curve?"

"Yes, precisely. The upper one is 'b,' the lower one is 'a.'"

"Will there ever be a case where 'b' is the lower one?"

"No."

"What happens if I write them the other way around?"

"Well, you'll probably get the wrong answer, unless you correct for that in your calculations."

"Okay, but like, sirens aren't gonna go off, I'm not gonna get arrested for writing them the wrong way."

Logan chuckles. "No, darling, you won't be arrested."

"Great!" A sharp nod. punctuated by a light pink on his cheeks. "So. Limits. And then on the other side, that's just the fancy way of writing the 'between these two numbers,' right?"

"Correct. And then what this comes out looking like when we actually integrate—" he rotates the paper to write down the factorized version and spins it back— "is this. So as you can see, this c will cancel out and we'll be left with g(b)-g(a)."

"Wait, why does it cancel out?"

Logan pauses, tilting his head, before he offers the pencil to Roman. Roman looks at it as though it were radioactive and he chuckles. "Can you show me why?"

"If I'm asking you why, why would I—you know what, sure, fine, I'll try."

He takes the pencil and pulls the sheet of paper towards him, frowning as he starts to write. Logan takes a moment to appreciate the way his fingers wrap around his pencil, the other hand splayed out to balance him as he leans forward. He must be incredible to watch as he plays or acts; if this is how he moves when he's uncomfortable, what would it be like to see him fully confident? Perhaps he'll have to go to the next game, it's only a few hours, he can spare that. A single lock of hair flops in front of his ear as the pencil scratches against the paper.

"Wait, what?"

Logan blinks, looking back at Roman's work. He's gotten most of the way through it, except he's ended up with +2c instead. He looks up, confused. Logan reaches for the pencil and takes it, carefully drawing a circle around the subtract sign and setting the pencil down. Roman's brow furrows harder, before realization flickers across his features and he fixes his mistake. He puts the pencil back down and leans back in his chair, one hand covering his face.

"Don't be embarrassed," Logan chides, "I've made that mistake too."

"Sure."

"Believe me, when it's something you do in front of the entire class, you tend to remember it." He pulls the piece of paper back. "Now, let's try it with an…"

He trails off when he notices Roman hasn't moved. He frowns.

"Roman?"

Roman's hand drags slowly down his nose, revealing his eyes. Oh. Oh, dear.

"Darling—"

"Sorry," Roman interrupts before Logan can finish, sitting forward and summoning an energy he clearly doesn't have, "let's try it with a what, now?"

When Logan doesn't say anything, he glances up.

"A what?" he repeats, more forcefully. Logan heeds the silent get on with it and focuses back on the paper.

"Let's try it with an example." He writes down a simple integration problem. "Do you want to walk through it together, or do you want to try it on your own first?"

"Can I try it with my notes first?"

"Of course."

"Thanks." He pulls the piece of paper towards himself and starts glancing between it and his notes. "Oh, shit, I stole your pencil. Here—"

"It's alright, I've got another."

Try as he might, however, Logan cannot focus on doing his own work, not when Roman's utterly defeated gaze still lingers in his mind. He's noticing it in the slump of his shoulders now, too, in the way his pencil almost flops out of his hands a few times as he tries to do the problem. He's taken his bottom lip between his teeth. It looks painful.

Logan glances towards Roman's backpack where he'd packed away his laptop. Roman is able to write articles that don't require much editing before they're approved to be published. He has a successful job as a writer while he's still in school. He's clever, frighteningly insightful, and clearly has the work ethic to match it. And yet, in the same breath, Roman will say that he's not smart.

As much as Logan enjoys this time with Roman, he wishes it didn't come at the expense of Roman's own self-esteem.

"What the fuck does that even say," Roman mumbles, bringing a small smile to his face, "you know what? No, we're making shit up now."

He pushes his notebook to the side and concentrates on the problem, adjusting his grip on the pencil and scribbling something down. Logan watches as he squints at what he's written a few times, erasing one number and changing it, before he reaches for his calculator. He types a few things in and writes down the answer.

"Okay, that's my best guess."

Logan takes it, looking down and picking up his own pencil. He has to brush a few stray eraser bits out of the way, but when he sees what Roman's done, he can't stop himself from smiling.

"So?"

"Well done."

"Wait, really?"

"Yes, darling. You did it. That's correct."

The relief that hits Roman is enough to make him sag against the table, slumping down with a groan. Logan chuckles, barely resisting the urge to reach out a ruffle his hair. "I'm so gonna fail this class."

"I've just told you that you've done it correctly and now you think you're failing?"

He props his chin on his folded arms and Loren has to clench his fist under the table when he pouts. "This was an easy question and it felt like I was climbing up a gravel hill. How'm I supposed to do a whole test on this?"

"By taking it one question at a time." Roman huffs and he taps his nose with the eraser of his pencil. "Chin up, darling, you'll get there."

But Roman doesn't move, staring morosely at the paper. "I have to, don't I?"

"What do you mean, 'have to?'"

"Professor Weiss isn't gonna cut me any slack if I don't get at least 80% on this next assignment, so…"

Logan frowns. "I'm sure if you talked to him—"

"I did. I do. All the time. He just doesn't like me."

"I'm sure that's not true—"

"Yeah, it is," and that horribly defeated look is back, "he thinks I shouldn't be in an intro class when I'm a junior. He thinks I'm slacking off and he said he's not gonna let me just skate by."

Anger flares in Logan's chest and he sets his pencil down carefully. "He said that to you?"

"And I mean, I get it. Intro classes are reserved mainly for freshmen and people who transfer in, but like—math is hard for me, okay? It's not like I'm not trying, it's just really hard."

"I'm also in this class," Logan points out gently.

"Yeah, but you're taking this as your fun class. You're doing high-level math and physics and super complicated stuff in all your other classes and this one's just to help you round out your skillset. That's not the same thing."

Logan opens his mouth to say something else when Roman jerks up and shakes himself hard.

"Sorry, sorry, I got carried away. Let's get back to work. What should we do next—is it different when one of the limits is a negative number or something?"

Before he can think better of it, Logan reaches out and covers Roman's hand. The poor thing startles, but doesn't pull away.

"Listen to me for a moment, okay?" Roman nods. "Don't base your intelligence off of whether or not you can do calculus. Calculus is hard, infamously so, even for people who are proficient in other forms of math. Your grades are fine. I've seen your test results, you're not anywhere near the bottom third of the students in our class. It's alright that it's a bit of a struggle for you, the important thing is that you're struggling through it. And if the professor is being obnoxious, we'll report him for it."

Roman splutters. "I'm sorry, we'll what?"

"You said it feels as if he's targeting you specifically, yes? We can report him for that. It's unfair to single you out for any reason when you're performing decently in his class."

"You just want to fight him, don't you?"

"Perhaps."

"Is this because he refused to let you use the shortcut you used in physics because it's not 'technically' how you're supposed to do it?"

"Perhaps."

Roman laughs and Logan smiles, giving his hand a squeeze. "Thanks, Logan. I, um…I really, really appreciate you being willing to sit and explain things to me over and over again. I wouldn't…I wouldn't have the grades I do if it weren't for you."

"Believe me, the pleasure's all mine."

"Really? What do you even get out of this?"

"Aside from the fact that teaching someone else helps me understand it better, I enjoy spending time with you."

He snorts. "Fair enough. And here I thought you'd ask me out to dinner like everyone else does."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

Oh. Oh, no, too cruel—Roman wilts, his expression flickering a few times before it settles on quiet acceptance. He takes his perceived rejection with a silent nod, going to pull away.

Logan quickly tightens his grip.

"What—"

"You've said in the past," he says before Roman can finish, "that you find some of my behaviors…distracting. For the sake of helping us remain focused on our work, I've attempted to tone them down. If we went out to dinner, however…"

He reaches forward and tucks that lock of hair behind Roman's ear.

"…I wouldn't exactly have much of an incentive to do that, now would I?"

Roman's eyes widen and Logan chuckles, letting the poor thing breathe as he pulls away. Roman sits there for a few more seconds, blinking before he shakes his head.

"You're the worst," he manages weakly and Logan laughs again.

"You're blushing."

"Shut up." He shakes his head. "No. Integration. Calculus. More numbers. We can talk about dinner later."

"Is that a yes, then?"

"I was never actually asked, so—no, no," he says quickly when Logan raises an eyebrow and leans in again, "that was not a complaint. Shut up."

"So?"

"Depends on whether or not someone else asked before you did."

"Oh? You have a lot of people asking you out?"

"What, you want a list?"

"Yes, actually."

"Oh my god, you're unbelievable."

Very pretty. Very, very pretty.

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fanfic-reading-challenge · 2 years ago

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Rules & FAQ

Hi everyone!

Welcome to the 2023 Fanfic Reading Challenge! This has always been a little bit of a dream to me, Juulna, to do, but I lacked the fandom insight then that I have now. Or, well, in late 2020, leading up to the new year! But it only really came to fruition through a conversation in one of the Discords I belonged to way back then, when @betheflame brought up the same idea I'd been mulling over for a while --- we'd always been on the same wave length; something which definitely made us good friends! She graciously stepped aside so I could create this, as she had plenty of other things on her plate (like the kickass Stony Podcast and assisting with some charity auctions, along with a prolific writing career!), and so I took up the challenge of creating this, well, challenge for you, instead.

In 2021 I was all by my lonesome and rushed to get out a challenge that people could start putting to use, though I by no means cut any corners. And it actually turned out to be a success!!! But, simply put: this year, with help from some enthusiastic participants who had some great ideas, and who dove into the drafting process with me, I think this 2023 Fanfic Reading Challenge will be even better than the last one! It certainly is bigger, hahahaha. But really, I could not have done this without the regular, monthly feedback from @jandjsalmon and the questions and comments, put forward to me by @attractiverock, as I came up with new challenges. Of course, my best friends Annaelle, Perry_Downing, and grlie-girl deserve some shout-outs too, for listening to me… shout??? cry?? throw things??? Yeah, you really deserve more than kudos for all my ridiculousness.

BUT OKAY! Before I get carried away, here are some basic rules and info to help you succeed. Check below if you have a question, and if you can't find the answer here, you are more than welcome to send an Ask to @juuls or @fanfic-reading-challenge on Tumblr, check the latter's blog posts and FAQ, or send an email to [email protected] --- both emails and Asks send me notifications pretty quickly, as does direct message on either blog!

So what is this?

Well! It's a reading challenge (much like with book reading challenges from POPSUGAR and Book Riot) but specifically designed for fanfiction. We all know we and everyone else we know is going to read at least one fic this coming year, so why not earn a spiffy, name-embossed badge while we're at it!?

That brings us to the basics…

The event runs from January 1st to December 31st, 2023. If you started a fic in 2022 but finished it in 2023, that absolutely counts in full towards the 2023 challenge and word count. Anything you read before you start this challenge (whether in January or May or October) counts too!

Signing up: You don't need to sign up at all! You can just grab a copy of the challenge spreadsheet and fill it out however you wish (or even keep track of your tasks in an entirely different manner like a Word doc). Declaring your intention to participate is more of a thing if you want to be held accountable for your goals, but it's not like we're going to be angry with you if you don't finish any of it!

This challenge operates on the honour system. If you said you completed a fic for a certain task, that's between you and whichever ghost/saint haunts/watches over you. Come January 2023, all I'll ask is just to see the document you've used to keep track of your challenge, so I can match it up to the numbers which determine which prize you get!

Yes! Prizes! Here's an example of one of the 2021FRC badges:

There are a few changes to the style of this year's challenge. Instead of multiple lists where you have to complete x amounts of tasks for each to achieve the Extreme challenge (this provided less leeway), I have combined all of the tasks into a single spreadsheet. To achieve different levels of completion, you can pick and choose whichever task you wish from anywhere on the list, as long as you complete the required number of tasks for each level.

Participant Prize: Complete at least one task from the challenge!

Regular Mode: Complete between 80 and 159 tasks.

Hard Mode: Complete between 160 and 239 tasks.

Extreme Mode: Complete at least 240 tasks.

Anything else?

Two different fic trackers/reading logs are included in this spreadsheet. The 'Fic Tracking Sheet' was created and used by @jandjsalmon during 2021 and 2022, and the 'Reading Log' was created and used by @juuls also during those years. Both have their pros and cons, so please feel free to try both, combine them, alter them, or use something else entirely! We won't take any offense whatsoever. :) Feel free to adjust them as needed and ask questions if you need to!

This challenge is for any fandom, any ship(s)… or you can use more than one fandom and/or ship to complete this!

Fics can count towards more than one goal. (It's just more fun if you use all different fics! :D)

This Challenge runs on the honour system.There is no need to comment or kudos on the fics (though this is greatly encouraged, even if just to say ‘I really enjoyed this, thanks for writing!’ for the former) and there will be no need to link to the fics you read for this challenge. There will be space where you can write the title/author—but that's the minimum required along with checking off each task you complete, when you submit the spreadsheet in January 2023 (in order to receive your prize!). I don't even need to see your reading log, if you even have one! This is supposed to be fun. :)

Don't compare yourself to others! If you can't complete the challenge, or can only complete part of it.... honestly? You're still awesome in my books. Plus, if you manage to check off even part of this crazy list, you should know you've done a damn fine job. Don't push yourself too hard, don't feel guilty if you didn't complete it... seriously, I'd still, personally, post my list even if I completed just 10 items, to show that I did do something!

If joining late, the Monthlies ('time-specific tasks') you missed can be done at any time, but the monthlies still to come should done during said month.

Maybe a bit of a repeat but... You do not need to report to me that you're finished with the challenge, but I will absolutely have a place on Tumblr where you can tag me with goals/whole challenge complete! (@fanfic-reading-challenge) Tagging the blog is the easiest way to catch my notice, or by email as per above. If you do wish to claim one of the four+ badges, you'll need to fill out a Google Submissions form I'll put together in the latter months of 2021, which will require at the least for you to link your challenge spreadsheet to me (making sure the share feature is enabled), with each completed task checked off. Preferably you include the links to the fics read or link to a Google Doc with the links (I will include examples on the Tumblr as to how I am completing this challenge), but that is not required. Honour system, remember? :)

To use the challenge spreadsheet, simply 'create a copy' (under 'File' in the browser version), and then save the copy under whatever name you wish to. After that, you can change anything you like except the goals themselves.

How to contact me.

Well, obviously you can send me an Ask on @fanfic-reading-challenge! On that Tumblr, there will also be an FAQ page (this page), and you can submit questions via the Ask box too! :) I'll keep the FAQ as up-to-date as possible.

Conversely, I have the 'messages' option turned on, so you can just send me a direct message on @fanfic-reading-challenge (or @juuls).

Tag '#2023frc' or '#2023 fic reading challenge' and I'll reblog most anything related to this challenge if/when I find it! But as said above, tagging the blog itself is probably the best option if you want a reblog/answer/interaction. :)

Comments/Suggestions/Complaints?

I recognize that there may be some things I should have included (more minority goals, but I'm goin to work on that for next year's list) or should not have included, based on each individual's personal opinion, but I created this list for fun, and the goal is to have fun, and it's a learning experience for us all! If you must criticize, please keep it constructive and polite, but also: you do not need to participate. I've done my best, am already anxious, and will be keeping an eye out for how I can make things better/more inclusive/less or more X, Y, or Z…. etc. I promise. <3 I included, for 2021 and 2022's form submission, a place where one could submit suggestions, and it's absolutely possible to leave said suggestions or comments anonymously. I'm doing my best, as have my wonderful partners in this year's, 2023's, challenge. We tried to mix things up from 2021 and 2022, so some things have been left out, or, in fact… they have been set aside for next year's challenge! 2024… seems like forever away, and now I feel cursed just for mentioning anything to do with the passing of time these days, yikes.

One Last Very Important Thing!

Based on feedback, anywhere where the challenge lists a '(relation)ship', this year you may include Gen pairings, Friendships, and Family relationships. We have and will continue to attempt to incoporate more Gen and Family-friendly (rather, no romantic or sexual) pairings/groups into the challenge where we can. This is a work in progress and we are trying to take as many suggestions as we can and incorporate them into the existing structure. One thing's for sure, it'll make the challenge a little less repetive each year --- there are only so many tasks you can incorporate before things become repetitive from year to year, I'll tell you that! But I try. :) Please address any concerns with me by any of the ways to contact me below!

E-mail: [email protected]

Tumblr: @fanfic-reading-challenge

Personal/my fandom Tumblr: @juuls

Leave an Ask or send an e-mail, or some other form of polite communication!

Questions will be answered as soon as possible, though I am chronically ill, so please bear with me. No more than a week, though! Complaints will be assessed on a case by case basis. Suggestions will be given due consideration and treated according to the level of politeness therein. Thank you for your understanding!

Most Important of all…? HAVE FUN! EXPLORE NEW WORLDS! ENJOY YOURSELF! <3

(And please keep staying safe for yourself and others!)

#rules #faq #2023frc #2023 fic reading challlenge #reading challenge

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mariacallous · 2 years ago

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Russia’s State Duma is preparing to pass legislation to fully ban gender-affirming healthcare as well as gender marker changes in official documents. Lawmakers say this will “save Russia for future generations, with its cultural and familial values and traditional foundations, while putting up a barrier against Western anti-family ideology.” Meduza spoke with Russians who are currently undergoing gender transitions about what it’s like to go through this experience in today’s Russia and what they expect the future to look like for people like them.

Nate

24-year-old transgender man

Changing your gender from female to male is tough — it brings with it the threat of getting drafted into the army. And for me, as a trans activist, it also carries the threat of being put in the male ward of a prison. That’s why I decided only to change my name to a gender-neutral one rather than changing the gender marker in my passport.

There’s a practice particular to St. Petersburg*: you’re not allowed** to change your patronymic, just your first and last names. This is because the bureaucrats want people to be defined strictly in accordance with the gender indicated in their passport. That’s why I ended up not changing my documents: to avoid ending up in that comical situation.

In 2019, I passed a medical screening and received a certificate with the diagnosis “transsexualism.” In 2020, I began hormone therapy. Some trans people buy testosterone illegally, on the black market. Since I was already at risk of winding up in prison [for my activism], I decided to do everything by the books. For that, I brought the certificate from the medical screening to the district medical center, where I was given a prescription to buy my medication at the pharmacy.

Thanks to the testosterone, I grew a beard and started growing more hair on my legs and my body. My waist disappeared, my shoulders and legs got bigger, my mammary glands shrunk, and my voice became more masculine. I’m not planning on getting surgery; I’m satisfied with my body the way it is now. Plus there’s the fact that post-op recovery takes time; you have to go on leave from work and find someone to take care of you. Also, I don’t want to rush the decision just because it’s my last chance; if I end up deciding to get surgery, I’ll find other options.

Since deciding to transition, I’ve encountered a lot of people [in government agencies] who simply didn’t know what to do with me. But I had previously sifted through a huge amount of legal information so that I’d be well-versed in it all myself. I had to fight tooth and nail to get all [the legal documents] from the various agencies, with no guarantee that anything would come of it.

Everything is highly dependent on what person you happen to talk to [in each institution]: sometimes people are sympathetic and try to help, [though that’s far from guaranteed]. Most of the people I encountered were understanding. The older women in the bureaucracies didn’t ask how to address me, but they didn’t use my passport name either. It seemed to me like they understood: if you’ve taken this step, there must be a good reason.

But no matter what kind of people you run into, all of these processes are fairly humiliating. Every person you meet tries to get in your pants to figure out who you really are. It’s really strange when people try to insist to a person with a deep voice and a beard that he’s a girl, making arguments about chromosomes, usually with no understanding of what role these chromosomes play in the formation of sex.

The law against trans people is genocide. It will make [society] fear and hate trans people more. This will cause the number of people who die by suicide to rise, despite it already being massive***.

*Is this really exclusive to St. Petersburg?

According to Nate, he hasn’t heard of this happening in Moscow. Nef Tsellarius, the coordinator of a peer counseling program for trans people from the Russian LGBTQ+ rights group Vykhod (“Way out”) told Meduza that attempts by trans people to change their patronymics are regularly denied by officials throughout the country.

**Why?

Nef Tsellarius, the coordinator of a peer counseling program for trans people from the Russian LGBTQ+ rights group Vykhod (“Way out”) told Meduza that officials who refuse to let LGBTQ+ people change their patronymics often use excuses such as that patronymics are an important component of “family values.” “You can appeal the refusal in court, but given the state of Russian judicial proceedings, the odds aren’t in the applicants’ favor,” Tsellarius said.

***Is this true?

According to a study from the U.S. National Center for Transgender Equality, 40 percent of transgender people in the U.S. have attempted suicide at least once in their lives, which is nine times higher than the average rate. No analogous study has been conducted in Russia.

Sasha

19 years old, non-binary, name changed at their own request

I had long felt that my gender was different [from the one assigned to me at birth], but the final realization didn’t come until 2020. And I only began transitioning in the fall of 2022. The announcement of the “partial” mobilization was an indication that things were about to get very bad. That’s how I ended up having to make an extremely important decision, which changed my entire life.

I borrowed some money and went to Moscow for a medical screening. (I’m from St. Petersburg.) At the end, the psychiatrist gave me diagnosis F64.0 [“transsexualism”] and issued me a “certificate of gender reassignment.”

I didn’t plan to get surgery, but I wanted to undergo hormone therapy and even started taking the necessary medical tests. But I had to stop because of threats from my family. They tried to make me feel guilty and scare me, saying my elderly relatives would find out about this and it would kill them. I don’t live with my parents, but the emotional power they have over me is enormous.

In May 2023, I began urgently trying to change my documents after the news about the government wanting to ban it. I went to the civil registration office, where they changed my name and my gender marker on my birth certificate. I plan to apply for an updated passport in the next few days.

At the registration office, there was a guy who was also transitioning, and he and I whispered back and forth a little bit while waiting [in line]. A random woman who was also waiting in line suddenly realized what we were there for and said she’d let us go in front of her, because it was more important. That gives me hope that things aren’t so bad in society and that there are understanding people.

I didn’t open up to everyone at my university, but the people I did tell [about my transition] were understanding. [The university administration] even let me take academic leave. But I had to leave the dorm, because the rules are fairly strict. My transition is still in its early stages, so they couldn’t assign me to the women’s dorms because of the high likelihood of people’s misunderstanding, violence, and complaints from neighbors. And since my passport still says female, they couldn’t put me in the men’s dorms.

I only came out to a small circle of people at work, too, and they were understanding; I’m lucky. But for everyone else, I’m going to keep using my old name — it’s safer that way.

The law [banning legal gender transitions and gender-affirming surgery] will effectively prevent people who haven’t managed to undergo a medical screening and change their documents from having a future. I’ve already seen a lot of people saying they simply don’t know how to go on after this.

I managed to change the gender marker in my documents to female, but [if the law is passed], I’ll be banned from the [hormone therapy] I need to align with my new gender. What am I supposed to do then? It’s not clear.

Marena

19 years old, transgender woman

At 17, I realized I was a trans person, and I found the medication I needed for hormone therapy online. Buying it without a prescription is illegal, but I couldn’t go to an endocrinologist because I was a minor and I had problems with my parents.

In mid-May, the project Center-T [which helps transgender people in Russia] paid for me to undergo a medical screening in Moscow as part of an initiative it was putting on (I live in Yekaterinburg). I received two certificates: one for the civil registration office and one for doctors, so that I could begin hormone therapy. On May 30, I applied for a new passport. Everything went fine; there were no problems.

The bill [against trans people] is very scary. It’s a violation of people’s human rights. I want to get a vaginoplasty, but if the law is passed, that will become impossible. In the future, I plan to emigrate.

Konstantin

45 years old, transgender man

I’m from Adygea, and I began my transition at 37 years old in 2015; I started acting in society the way I was comfortable. Before, I had tried to fit into my assigned role — a recipe for depression. I came to the conclusion that I could either lose my mind or start doing something different.

Changing my documents and undergoing medical interventions is something that concerns me and my own body — it doesn’t affect others, so why should I have to get somebody’s permission? Why should anybody else have the right to control my life?

I contacted a clinic about getting a medical screening done so that I could get a certificate of diagnosis and start the hormone therapy. The specialists on the commission were kind to me, but I nonetheless felt as humiliated as I ever had been in my life.

In 2018, I wanted to change my gender marker in my documents at the civil registration office, but I was refused. So I took the issue to court and won. After that, I changed my gender marker and name, first on my birth certificate and then in all my other documents. The court hearings were the only difficulty; everything else with my document changes went smoothly. I had to face quite a few shocked bureaucrats, but there wasn’t any aggression, nor any refusals, which is just one more sign that there’s no need to protect society from trans people.

I got top surgery — a mastectomy. I decided not to get bottom surgery. […] A mastectomy and hormone therapy are enough for me to feel comfortable.

A gender transition isn’t something abstract. It’s a way to get rid of the dissonance and start living in harmony with oneself, to make life more fulfilling. Nobody transitions for entertainment or to avoid their obligations. It might seem to some people like it’s not an especially important issue, since people can be who they want in private and don’t need to change their documents or their external characteristics for that. But living that way is much harder.

The way lawmakers have embraced the issue of LGBTQ+ people in recent months is a sign that the bill [against trans people] might take the worst possible form: a total ban on everything, including document changes and medical interventions. What worries me is that I’ve been on hormones for several years already and I feel wonderful, but if they ban it, it will be harmful to my health.

In the past, when they’ve discussed or passed similar laws, my friends and I have written letters to [State Duma] deputies. Maybe I’m a pessimist, but I don’t think there’s any point in doing that this time. We should probably do something, but it’s hard for me to think of anything that would be useful right now.

If the law is passed, it will ruin a lot of people’s lives. They’re taking our futures away day after day, and now they’re going to take practically the last thing we have. There are people for whom this amounts to taking away their entire lives. I can’t abstract away from this, and that’s hard for me. But until the law is passed, I want to advise everyone not to despair. Nothing is forever, and the situation will change. The important thing is to have an image of the future you dream of and to work towards it.

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sraksha · 2 years ago

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Okay! So!

I did a little googling and according to Sametinget the predetors that kills the most reindeers (on the swedish "side" anyway, it was on a site about financial compensation but I couldn't find any cleared numbers in sw/en about finnish statistics) are lynxes followed by wolverines (approx 10-50k vs 6-15k/year)

So my question is if Deer's final boss was a monster version of either, a mix, or something else? How did Deer react when he found out what the monster was?

And have Vault done something rebelling/silly as revenge for being used as a prop or to get out of the situation? If so, what? :3

Oh and would you rather have future asks split up to one per ask or does it not matter?

That's really interesting actually. I wouldn't have guessed wolverines, probably because we don't have that many of them in Finland. (Quick google search tells me about 270-400 individuals) But it'd be really cool to design a monster based on those predators. It'd be perfect for what i imagine Deer's environment to be like. Cold winters, alot of snow, you know, Nordic style~

Honestly, Deer would have been pretty terrified. Being a boss monster, it would have been bigger than normal and probably very agile. I need to brainstorm on this one some more. Eirwen was definitely left very far from the final encounter lol.

So i was drafting a timeline and i actually thought about this one.

One constant reason for an argument between Vault and his father is having to get involved in politics. His father wants his only heir to eventually take his seat in the royal court, but Vault doesn't want that, all they want is to go see the world.

Vault started sneaking out around the age of 14 to go have his own mini adventures around the surrounding area, until their father gave up on trying to keep them in the city. He'd much rather they tell him where they're going and when they'd be back, than discover an empty bedroom in the morning.

After Vault became the hero though, he was more or less forced to attend all sorts of event, much to his dismay. But even that couldn't put a stop to his adventures! He'd sometimes reach out to Zelda like "Do i really have to be there? No? Okay, great! See you in a month or two!" (i now have to design a Zelda, don't i?)

As a side note; Vault and his father have an okay relationship. A bit estranged after Vault's mother passed, but by no means bad.

And 1-3 questions per ask should be just fine!

#hero lore #the hero of vault #the hero of reindeer #link oc #oc

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fountainpenguin · 2 years ago

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"You can play it sensible... a king of conventional..."

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New Origin of the Pixies chapter today!

Chapter 41 - “King Unconventional”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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The Head Pixie doesn't like reviewing certain moments of his past. This special chapter is told in Sanderson POV! It recounts his experiences growing up in Pixie Village, learning to preen, and going to school with Idona. Enjoy!

On FFN, this chapter puts the story over 600,000 words! Wowza!

(First 1,000 words of this chapter under the cut)

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King Unconventional

It's Sanderson

Yo, it's your Sand Man. H.P. asked me to write a chapter for his book today. I'm not 100 up on what was drafted so far, but I get that the gist of it has been Pixie history up until my first break-up with Idona. H.P. said he'll pick up the story with stuff that came after I got my adult wings. That leaves this mega gap of 130k years for me to cover in brief. I've been asked to describe what growing up in Pixie Village was like during this period, sort of glance at the nests and the honeycombs, and give my perspective on the experience of developing into an adult pixie body (since I took more specific notes on that than H.P. did when he was my age). So, strap down and let's work with this, boys.

Back in my early 30,000s, Pixie World was not what it is today. We called it Pixie Village (Sprigganhame on paper) and it was a full-on hive estate. H.P.'s caisleán stood in the center almost exactly where Inkblot City's square and Pixies Incorporated stand today. His office had a glass door to the outside so we could go and look at him if we wanted, and sometimes Rice (who usually lay on the cushion by his desk) would come out to romp around. He spent a lot of time watching Keefe. Emery had her own room too in the early years, until her courtship with Ranen turned serious and she took a new place in Faeheim not far from ASPRA headquarters. If I remember right, she ran the Boudacian godparenting branch until after the war, when Needlebark stepped down from supervising the angels.

Being the young pixies we were, the caisleán was the sun of our solar system. It was there we could visit H.P. and show him our accomplishments of the day, or sometimes wiggle a story out of Emery. We could feed and pet Rice, who was always very patient and let us dress him up in suits if we wanted to. He had nice things to say about all of us, even though looking back on it I'm not sure why he bothered. I guess he said them because they were true. In the caisleán we could take baths instead of showers in our tháir, and we could all gather on the couch for presents and fat meals every Season Turn. Everything was bigger in the caisleán, and it smelled more strongly of H.P. than it did anywhere else. That's where we felt at home.

Circling the caisleán were the tháircha, or drone cabins. In a traditional hive estate design, there only would've been one such cabin and three or four drones would have resided there, each with a bedroom and personal office space to call his own. However, it became necessary for Pixies to organize differently. During the early years we had eight tháircha in the village, each with a single kitchen, living area, and washing room on the lower floor that housemates shared. Up the stairs was the loft where we kept our beds. There were twelve of us to a tháir because H.P. said a dozen was a perfect number, and we didn't question it because our social instincts agreed.

My bed was in the best corner, next to Hawkins who had the window spot. I liked my place because it was near the grayfish tank and bookshelf, and I was closer to Wilcox than to Caudwell who always stayed up late and Bayard who used his wand as a nightlight. As we grew and there started to be more of us, we drones made it tradition to wrestle every Naming Day. The winner got to pick the bed they wanted that year. Hawkins and I always won, but I always beat Hawkins. I was the biggest and the strongest back then. Pixie drones still wrestle at the start of every new year to this day, though we don't trade bedspaces anymore. Switching delivery addresses would be additional paperwork we wouldn't get paid for. Instead, we use it to decide who has to be designated pinger at parties, or at least pay for the cost of going out. If you rank high enough and stay consistent, you'll never have to be the sober loser at all.

We do a lot of wrestling. We're a lekking species, so when we hit the sugar bars in groups, we play for damsels' entertainment. Now that we're adults and my position as chéad grá - alpha drone - is undeniable, the others mostly let me win. I don't see the appeal of flirting, but I like that I always get first dibs. There's something powerful about crouching over one of your co-workers at a party, all the while checking over your shoulder at the damsel who's had our mutual attention all night, straining to see if she was watching our match. They usually watch. I've never actually kissed anyone except Idona, but I like the conversations. I try not to talk too much when I'm out on the job with H.P., so times he isn't around work best for meeting my social needs.

Though, H.P. at a party is unique, to say the least. It doesn't impress anyone if he beats one of us in a fight, and most Fairies back away from his pheromones, so he heads out in disguise when he's in a particularly itchy mood. With sticky-lenses instead of glasses and a scarf around his neck, he's not so easily recognizable. Some of my coworkers don't even know he's circling a party unless they happen to recognize the limp in my leg as I follow incognito from a respectful distance.

H.P. firmly believes mates are unnecessary and swore off physical pairing after Iris, but every few Fairy Reunions when he finds someone his age he recognizes, sometimes he wants to steal a kiss. It used to embarrass him to have me around those nights, but I think he's realized now he's too advanced in age to flip his brain in the sharing magic mood without someone to compete against. It gets you on, you know? Makes you put in the blood and sweat. He challenges me to drinking contests most nights like that, swearing he'll up my next bonus with every glass I down after six. And he buys the drinks, so it's always a win-win for me. Like I said, entertaining.

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - links at top]

#Tagged as weeks that make you glad you had a fic buffer #Sanderson is neat #Origin of the Pixies #ridwriting #apparently art #FAIRIES!#We're Pixies!#I'm wasp dad trash #Dragonfly grandpa #Cedar toothpick #fic announcement

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pertinax--loculos · 2 years ago

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Word Find Tag

I was tagged by the wonderful @oh-no-another-idea to find mope, mother, mask and meaning! Gonna tag them back, and add @stuffaboutwriting, @thegreatobsesso, @words-after-midnight, @isherwoodj and @indecentpause (with no pressure for anyone!) to find the words number, notion, knowledge and nowhere.

Gonna take all these from The Monstrosity again, primarily first draft stuff so excuse the crutch phrases etc etc. 0.o Enjoy! ^_^

mope (unbelievably, in 240k+ words, I do not have this one, so I’m subbing it for) pout Vasco POV - D1 "Working--" It seemed to take Hopkins a couple of moments to parse that, staring at McCabe, who looked positively crestfallen that Vasco hadn't followed his lead. Then he got it. "Dammit, Dave, drugs? Again? Here?"

McCabe pouted, scraping his foot along the ground. "You're not my mother."

"No, but I suggested Aunt Cindy send you here for a fresh start, not so you could fall into the same old habits!"

Cousins, then. That definitely explained the familiarity. McCabe looked as though he was about to respond before his eyes darted towards Vasco and his mouth tightened. "Can we maybe do this somewhere else? This guy is kinda..."

Vasco showed his teeth in what could be called a smile by someone exceptionally generous and equally deranged. "Unsettling?"

"I mean, I was gonna say bug fuck crazy, but sure."

mother (is, incidentally, also in the above snippet, but:) Vasco POV - D1 "You motherfucker," Hopkins growled. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

"Do I?" Vasco injected a note of bewilderment into his tone. "And what is that?"

Hopkins looked away from him for just a moment, scanning the empty car park around them before scowling at Vasco again. "You're making up some sob story to slide yourself into our good graces, and then interpreting Syl's kindness as advances. Trying to, what? Drive a wedge between him and I?"

Vasco raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem to me that Carrow would think much of sob stories. And, I mean, if me flirting with him and him flirting back is enough to drive a wedge between you, as you so succinctly put it, then I'd say you have bigger problems than me."

mask Olivia POV - D1 Seagrave's smirk flickered, the tiniest line appearing between his brows. "Seriously? Why are you acting like I'm here to kill you or something? I thought we'd gotten over this, I thought our little game the other night put your pretty heads to rest."

"Maybe," Olivia said, as icily as she possibly could. "But that was before you threatened one of my friends."

She wasn't sure what she was expecting for that -- a smirk, or a laugh, or a threat, maybe -- but Seagrave just paused for a beat and then sighed a little.

"Yeah, true," he muttered, almost to himself. He raised a hand, slowly, to press the heel of his palm into his left eye. "About that--"

"You gonna try and claim you didn't mean it?" Oliva said, not bothering to mask her scorn.

"Oh, no." And there was the threat, Seagrave's voice dark, corner of his mouth lifting in just the hint of his predatory smirk. "I meant it."

meaning Vasco POV - D2

“It is not a problem, vid-ey,” Carrow said. “It was not our true intentions.”

Fuck. The accent, the vocative in the middle there; Vasco was pretty sure that was fucking Yarran. Yep, he definitely needed to get a better read on this guy asap.

“How’d you know it was us?” Hopkins snapped, twitching a little to the side.

Hot head. But Vasco had already figured that yesterday. He spread his hands, slow and expansive as Carrow. Good faith. “Process of elimination.”

“Meaning?” A twitch back the other way. The Yarran fuck still hadn’t moved. Asshole. Odds were he knew he was an unknown and wanted to keep it that way.

Vasco stayed still. “Not important. This obviously isn’t about drugs. Care to share why it is then you asked to meet?”

Carrow placed a hand on Hopkins’s arm, still telegraphing his movements clearly, so they stayed ambiguous and nonthreatening. Vasco was liking him less and less with every passing second. “We merely have a number of questions, vid-ey. Your reputation precedes you, so you see.”

“I’m well aware.”

#word find tag #The Monstrosity #funnily enough that 'exceptionally generous and equally deranged' line is one of my favourite i've ever written #so that's fun

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dearrosaceae · 4 months ago

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Why am I hesitating to delete his number?

Dear Tumblergh, I had a long call with my bestfriends. I told them about him and what happened recently (see old posts) which raised an important question-

“What are you still doing with that guy?”

One of my friends, Bea, asked. She was under the impression that after I burned the memoribilia I dedicated to my first love, I would have been a lot serious on moving on. I should have locked in, but when he came back, I gave him an ample space to settle in my head and undoubtly in my heart. I still care.

This annoyed my bestfriends because now, it seemed like all of the dramatic ritual I made was pointless. This guy could waltz in and demanded my attention, and I would give it wholeheartedly. Yes of course it took time to move on but I am not showing enough effort by not putting him on the sideline.

Bea knocked some sense into my head. I should’ve been stricter. The ritual should’ve meant more. Thus, after the call ended, I spent hours mindlessly scrolling down Twitter (nobody calls it ‘X’) just liking relatable tweets that hit too close to home. My fingers might be scrolling but my head be busy interpreting what Bea had said.

I decided to scroll my private chat instead on WhatsApp. Prior to us breaking up, I drafted a really long, heartfelt yet direct message to send to him later. I thought I deleted it when he asked to break up but I didn’t, although I never got the chance to send him that text. I read it intently, trying to live in that moment back again and feel exactly how I felt during that period.

Some paragraphs choked me. It reminded me how painful it was to be in that heavily one-sided relationship. The nonchalance was through the screen. I almost cried but the tears won’t come out. Then, I saw a few screenshots after the text. It was a few days after we broke up maybe. The screenshots were of our conversation when we broke up.

His words, was sharply penetrative. I was going to send him that long text I drafted but he immediately chimed in with his own. He insisted first thing that we weren’t in a serious or in any relationship, so he wasn’t obligated to update me on his life. He went on how the relationship drained his energy (as if mine not?) and that he felt like he had been lovebombing me so not truly loving me.

He just didn’t want to continue and I ended up agreeing to everything he said like a dumb motherfucker, coaxed him some more and stepped back. I was trying too hard to be respectful when I was getting hurt a LOT! I couldn’t believe I let myself got stepped over like that. In addition, he grew bigger audacity to refuse to apologise because it would hurt me more? It will hurt regardless, you might as well not make it a vengeful one.

If it were up to my memory alone, everything were in a haze. Memories can change and they are highly subjective in relation to the emotion that is attached to the memory. Seeing the screenshots and the undeleted draft message gave me a window into time and an objective reminder that he did not give me an ounce of grace when I had pour all of my best into him.

As if that playback was not enough, I decided to scroll through our chat too, or whatever is left of it. I listened to his recordings when he first found out that all of my hints, stories and ritual were about him, then his wishes for me, some awkward tries (I still tried to see if I could rekindle us damn) and lastly when he wished my birthday. At the time, I had just unblock him after blocking him for one day.

I didn’t know if he could see that update but he never questioned it so I guess he couldn’t. I had my own birthday wish drafted for him (that I did send out right on 11:59 p.m) which when I compared to his birthday wish at our chat… the striking difference. The wishes, the overall effort and vibes were not parallel. Perhaps because the amount of care was never similar. It hurts to realize that now.

Now, I’ve seen and reminded myself of all the things that happened. The mean ones especially. There is no future for me here yet I’ve convinced myself that I’m soulmate with this horrible person? I even scared myself from not deleting his number because what if he couldn’t see my status anymore and questioned it? You are right, WHO GIVES A FUCK?! I should come FIRST!!

I had to remind myself too that when I went on a two months hiatus, he didn’t once bother to hit me up asking about it and instead- doing what I should’ve been doing all this while- went on about his day! Like a champ! Why do I have to care about his feelings so much when he never considered mine?

I contemplated too much. The most I should do is block and delete his number then unfollow him on all socials. That is it. I know what I’m scared of, I’m afraid there will still be future with us and that if I know there is, I might be willing to wait. At the same time, he is a long time friend before he was a lover. I am a sentimental bitch so letting things go is harder than it seems. Other than that, I will miss him and I’d also want him to see what’s up with me like I want him to see I’ve glow up and realised what he had lost.

I know.

I sound like a fucking loser right now.

The best treatment for mistreating me should’ve been no more direct access to me. Not just him, anyone. I have been holding onto nostalgia rather than having a real grip on reality. It is really sad because none of this is serving any benefits to me at all. I’m the only one getting hurt too.

Why am I harsh with myself?

#rosareflects #rosaneedstherapy #common sense

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leweekendrock · 2 years ago

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A Le Weekend Retrospective - Part 1

Like the night sky, the band Le Weekend has been around more than 15 years. While the night sky lazed around and contributed nothing to anyone, the band used the time to write songs, play shows, and put out recordings at what couldn't be called a breakneck pace. Responding to a fantasy where there was popular demand to hear our story, please enjoy–or failing that, read–a retrospective in some number of parts.

So this is the first part. It covers 2006 to 2008, in which we formed the band, released our first EP, and sadly parted ways with two founding members.

SOUNDTRACK: https://leweekend.bandcamp.com/album/suite

DISCLAIMERS:

The writing is mostly Matt. Don’t blame the whole band for what follows.

This isn’t supposed to be (slash hopefully isn’t) a nostalgia trip. Those are for things that are over. We’re just demonstrating some ongoing history behind this thing we do and keep doing for some reason.

I’ve tried to avoid the social media pose of pretending to be an Important Band. It’s hard to avoid entirely when writing anything, as suggesting something is worth your time is already bold. But we’re merely a Good Local Band in the sense of all three words, and mean well.

Finally, if you’re looking for Salacious Details(!!), you’ve come to the wrong band. Here are the three most shocking excerpts from the whole thing:

The booking agent hoped I wasn’t miffed. Miffed?! I was downright perturbed!

“Looks like you’re going to the Grammys!” our manager exclaimed, turning the laptop screen our way. “This Photoshop stuff is really something.”

And THAT, my dude, PROVES Kurt Cobain and Anthony Kiedis were talking about the same bridge!

And those are all from my correspondence course How To Write Shocking Excerpts.

The year was 2006. I was out of my 20’s, and my last band (Hotel Motel, now ending) had gotten together through alt.music.chapel-hill. It was time to put the next band together through Gmail, which was the style at the time. The phrase “jam sandwich” appeared in an acceptance email that also warned me “That was your out.”

We got Robert Biggers on drums, because I played with him in Audubon Park, knew him to be gifted on various instruments, and we were friends going all the way back to the 20th Century.

Through my good friend David Nahm, we got connected with Ben Ridings on lead guitar, and Ben introduced us to Missy Thangs on keyboards and vocals. Both hailed from the excellent early aughts Asheville band Piedmont Charisma.

At this point we needed bass which meant Bob Wall. I’d only recently learned he played bass (knowing him for guitar and drums) when during downtime at a Hotel Motel practice he whipped out Steely Dan’s “The Boston Rag." They say you learn everything you need to know about a bassist when they play ‘The Boston Rag’ on the couch, and they're right!

So now we were formed. And such well dressed people.

(Photo by Ben Spiker. l-r, front row: Missy Thangs, Robert Biggers, Ben Ridings; back row: Bob Wall, Matt Kalb)

We started with a few songs I’d already written in the sense that I write songs, which means a clear idea of structure, chord progression, and my guitar part–at the level of a good working draft–combined with vague-to-no ideas for the rest of the band’s parts. As in, I’m open to hearing what they'll bring, and zeroing in on it without a predefined landing place. That’s both HOW I WANT TO DO IT, but also something I worry about being NOT THE REAL WAY TO DO IT.

Because, yep, when creating music, one of the things I love doing most, imposter syndrome is in full effect much of / most of the time! I also didn’t know Missy or Ben very well, and in my usual (overly literal) way of interpreting their feedback about looking for more direction, I swung over to giving way too much direction, arbitrarily filling in the blanks I’d have rather left for the band, because I thought that was what was being asked. We figured it all out, of course.

In bands with this individual freedom and responsibility, sometimes everyone effectively (if unconsciously) wants everyone else to be all done with their experimentation, presenting an unwavering idea while their own experimentation continues. Sartre talks about this and didn’t even have a band, I’m pretty sure. Plus the songs were, as rock/pop goes, fairly complicated, lending themselves to situations where one person could be learning how it goes while another is past that and working in tweaks and changes, which throw off the first person, rinse/repeat. But we figured out how to get through that too, of course. To me, every new song feels like the one that will never get learned, and every one’s gotten learned so far.

Within a few months we had several songs together and played our first show, a WXDU thing at the Duke Coffeehouse, thanks to the unseen or possibly seen (I couldn’t find my emails for this) hand of Ross Grady. That made things feel more real, as it usually does for bands starting out. We did a cover of “Hold The Line,” which we learned that day and never returned to. It was more of a fun-for-the-first-show kind of thing.

About a year after that we started working on our debut recording, Suite, with our friend Nick Petersen at Go! Studios. This was the first of many great recording experiences the band would have with Nick over the years.

My favorite memory from these sessions is from "Blinded Me With Silence", which is also my favorite song from the EP. I wanted two layers of disorganized improvisation from several guest musicians, mostly playing marching band type instruments. I explained what we were doing, threw my arms wide shouting “Go!”, pulled them back in shouting “Stop!”, and we repeated once more. At which point Robert helpfully weighed in over the PA, “Your music is dumb!”

Credits for 13 SECONDS OF NOISE x2

Crowmeat Bob Pence (trombone)

Dave Cantwell (parade bass drum)

Kerry Cantwell (parade snare drum)

Chuck Johnson (Ben's guitar)

Jeff Herrick (trumpet)

Rob Koegler (toy percussion)

The centerpiece of the album, kind of the theme song of the band at this point, was "Le Weekend Suite". It came from a self-assigned writing exercise, after Robert mentioned his college songs tended to move from part to new part to new part, etc., going off in many interesting directions and often back to part 1 for an end (“snake style”), but he’d wanted to write something that folds back in on itself.

I considerately stole the idea and made it work in the most natural way possible: forcing in advance that it just had to work because that’s how the song goes. The song, progressing through parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 (‘the great divide”), then rewinding through new versions of 4, 3, 2, and 1, was slowly and (for my patient band mates) excruciatingly born. As in, this one took quite a while to write, arrange, and learn. But I definitely think it’s a highlight of the EP.

By the way, alternate iterations of a part would itself become a recurring theme, explored at full song level on our 2nd album, aka the one that got ALL THE ATTENTION, and at the part (shared across multiple songs) level on our 6th album, aka the one that got ALL THE PANDEMIC. It had a small role in our 4th and 5th ones as well. What can I say? I’ve had one idea and it wasn't fully mine to begin with.

I can’t remember which song led to Bob internally debating which single held note he used to play and/or should play, but I think it might have been “Le Weekend Suite” as well. Recapped in the famous line “Bob’s changed his mind about his notes” in our next album.

The CD design came from our friend Lincoln Hancock using photos from Ben Spiker, the start of another very fruitful tradition for the band. I mean, look at this thing.

(Layout by Lincoln Hancock, photo by Ben Spiker)

And we got a very nice review from Grayson Currin at the Indy.

Unfortunately, at this time Ben and Missy decided it would be best to step away from the band after our release show at the Nightlight. This was on very friendly terms, and they encouraged the three of us to continue. We opened with the trio playing “Lower yr action” (soon to be part of our first LP) as a nod to what was coming next, then played our last show as a quintet. To thunderous applause, at least in my own head.

We’re very grateful to Missy and Ben for their contributions to the early life of the band, and for encouraging us to keep going. While they’ve each got great performances all over Suite, one of my favorites is the middle section of "Rock staple, scissors". Just listen for the ON FIRE keyboard lick and you’re there!

During the time frame of this installment, we played these shows.

11/11/06 - Duke Coffeehouse - DEBUT OF LW - WXDU FALL BENEFIT w/ Grappling Hook, Noncanon, Natasha, Scene of the Crime Rovers

03/01/07 - The Reservoir - w/Darker Brighter and Goner

05/24/07 - The Cave - w/Audubon Park

07/30/07 - Bull City HQ - w/Mahasamatman and Minchia

08/23/07 - Nightlight - w/Grappling Hook

09/25/07 - Duke Coffeehouse - w/Dirty Projectors and Ecstatic Sunshine

10/16/08 - Bull City HQ - w/Cantwell Gomez & Jordan and Impossible Arms

11/06/08 - Duke Coffeehouse - TROIKA 2008 w/Red Collar, Sorry About Dresden, Pink Flag, and Sequoya

12/04/08 - Nightlight - CD RELEASE FOR SUITE w/Actual Persons Living or Dead, Crash, and dj NASTY BOOTS

And that’s all you get! For now.

#le weekend #leweekend #retrospectives of things you never heard of

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lovely-angst · 3 years ago

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

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