#i should remember to add that more often haha

[rauchendesgnu]

[diremoone]

it’s just a scratch! (it isn’t) | sylus.

a/n:: apparently receiving a head injury leaves plot bunnies behind too lol [ sylus fluff ;; tis mildly selfship coded ;; i whipped this drabble up in about an hour haha ]

Sylus watches you pause as you lift the mug to the cabinet. Your brows furrow and proceed to slowly spin the mug around curiously.

“Sylus?” You halfway turn to him to look from your peripheral.

He glances up and replies, “Yes?”

“What am I doing?”

“Unloading your dishwasher, I believe.”

A pause, then a small, “Oh,” escapes your lips. Then you put the mug up and close the dishwasher. He’d finish it for you later.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asks, eyes glancing up at you from the book in his hands.

“About the same… Uhm…” You space out, staring at the TV for a good ten seconds before coming back to reality. “Maybe more dumb than usual.”

Sylus chuckles. “You’re not dumb. You just sustained a head injury.”

“Which has made me feel dumber,” you point out.

“Which is why I’m here,” he adds.

“To tell me I’m dumb?”

He scoffs in disbelief and closes his book as he remarks, “To make sure you don’t smack your head into anything else while you’re recovering and on leave, sweetheart.”

You feel the fluster creep to your shoulders and your cheeks at the nickname, ducking your head down bashfully.

Sweetie, when he’s teasing. Sweetheart, when he’s being soft and caring. You often hear more of the latter nowadays.

“It’s just for a few days. My symptoms should clear up come the day I go back for a checkup,” you grumble. “And it wasn’t even that bad. My elbow took the brunt of it.”

“I’m aware of all that. And until then, I’ll be sticking around to make sure you’re okay, kitten.”

But the cute moment ends when you cuss profusely, hands flying to your head in the spot where you’d gotten hit. Sharp pains crawl down from the spot, nearly debilitating and making you hunch over.

You faintly register something hitting the couch, followed by large hands guiding you by your shoulder and waist to sit down.

Sylus doesn’t like the way your body rocks in his hold, head bobbing up and down while your eyes are screwed shut from the pain, hissing when it flares. He takes his hand and gently cradles the back of your head, pulling you to his shoulder to find rest. If you had been standing, he’s sure he would’ve had to catch you before you hit the ground.

Thirty seconds in total pass before the pain in your head finally dies down. You still feel a tingle, but don’t mention it.

You inhale, then speak softly, “It passed.”

It takes a few seconds for Sylus to reply. “That was the worst one yet.”

“That you’ve seen,” you try and joke. But the grumble of dissatisfaction tells you he’s anything but amused. In fact, you might’ve just put him in a worse mood.

“I guess that means I’ll be staying over for quite some time, even after your next doctor’s visit.”

You lift your head from his shoulder and stare pointedly. “Sylus, no.”

“What? You don’t like my company?”

“It’s just not necessary for you to stay and watch me. I’m a big girl,” you argue.

“A big girl with a head injury,” he “corrects” you with a grin. “And don’t worry about your little friends. I’ll disappear for awhile when they decide to come over.”

You sigh in defeat. “You’re making my head hurt.”

“Then stop arguing, kitten.” And then Sylus’s voice drops an octave, expression changing from cheeky to concerned. “Let me take care of you. Your head meeting that table after that giant Wanderer tossed you wasn’t pretty to watch, you know.”

This time, you finally hear him, and he sees it.

You know where this is coming from. You know this comes from whatever past you two had together that you can’t remember (but apparently Sylus does) for the life of you. His concern for you is always genuine, you know this. Underneath every layer of teasing and cheekiness, you know Sylus means it when he says he wants to take care of you. And you can only imagine what you must’ve looked like getting tossed like a ragdoll by that Wanderer you’d fought.

You sure as hell know what your head feels like.

“Alright, you win.” You shift yourself onto his lap, getting cozy and laying your head back on his shoulder and closing your eyes. “Just make sure to jet when my friends come over. The last thing I need is a tremendous headache about how the leader of Onychinus is in my living room tending to me.”

He chuckles, then presses a long, sweet kiss to the top of your head. “Deal.”

[boybandbaby]

I’ll Be Alright Part 2 (Evan Buckley x SingleMom!Reader)

part one (don’t necessarily need to read the first part but might help it make more sense)

summary: During Buck’s recovery, you and Evie take care of him but when he has to go back to work, Evie has an idea.

word count: 1457

warnings/tags: suggestiveness towards the end, if I missed anything lmk

notes: imma be honest. Haven’t been feeling life or had the energy to write but wanted to get something out and I’ve had this in my drafts for a while

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After Buck was discharged, you’d helped him into the car (back seat with Evie of course.) He’d handed you his wallet to buy Evie whatever food and snacks she wanted on the way home.

That night, Eddie had dropped off a bag of clothes and essentials for Buck and wished you good luck.

“Babe!” Buck called out.

“Yes?” You called back from the kitchen as you fixed the two of you something to eat.

“Hurry up please! We want cuddles.”

“And to start the movie!” Evie adds.

“Go ahead and start, I’m almost done.” You responded. A few minutes later, you held two bowls of food and set them on the coffee table next to Buck’s socked feet.

“Mom, you have to feed him. His arm doesn’t work.” Evie kept her eyes on the screen.

“He has another one.” You point out.

“Yeah, but it’s occupied by a little girl named Evie right now.” Buck’s arm is wrapped around her shoulders as he squeezes her into his side.

You roll your eyes and bend one leg into the couch and let the other hang down to the floor. You scooch closer to Buck and lean down to grab the bowl from the table.

“Come here, you big baby.” You hold the fork to his mouth. Buck bites the food off the fork triumphantly.

Evie removes herself from Buck and gets his drink off the table. “Here.” Evie holds the straw to his lips.

“Wow, I should get injured more often. I’m treated like royalty over here.”

“Haha, very funny Evan.” You pinch his thigh and set the bowl down.

“Mom, don’t pinch him! He’s already hurt.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.” You dramatically sigh.

The next morning you and Buck wake with a startle. Several pots and pans clatter to the tile floor of the kitchen, that much you can tell by all the noise.

Buck groans as he tries to get up, remembering he only has one good arm to hoist himself up.

You quickly push him up with both hands on his back and you scramble out of the room. Your eyes bulge out of your head as you stop in your tracks. Buck barrels into your back, rushing out an apology and pulling you back into his chest.

“Evie! What happened?” You ask, ensuring not to raise your voice.

She turns around, kneeling at the cabinet while shoving a large pan and small lid into the shelves. “Good morning.” She’s wearing the apron that Buck keeps at yours, the fabric pooling at her feet.

There’s several cracked eggs with the shells in a bowl, two slightly burnt pieces of bread in the toaster, and a peeled banana and orange on the counter.

“I was making breakfast!” She cheers. “Since Buck is injured, I wanted to make it easier for him.”

You and Buck look at each other, holding back laughs as he kisses your cheek and sidesteps around you.

“I appreciate that, kid.” He closes the cabinet door and helps her stand on the stool. “But you know you’re not supposed to be cooking in the kitchen without me or mom.”

“I just wanted to help.” She looks down.

“You’re not in trouble we just want to make sure you don’t get hurt.” You call out from the fridge, pulling the orange juice out.

“Or burn the place down.” Buck pinches her sides lightly. “Don’t forget I’m not on duty for a couple weeks.”

“Can we cook together?”

“Absolutely. Here, you hold this.” Buck hands her the spatula. “I’ll be your sous chef.”

“What’s that?”

“Your second in command. Your assistant.”

“Oh. Okay.” She shrugs. “Give me the salt please.”

“Yes chef.” He reaches further down the counter and hands her the salt. “Not too much please chef.”

“You two are too much.” You laugh and sit at the table as Buck helps Evie cook breakfast. You suffer through salty overcooked eggs and burnt toast for Evie as Buck stifles a laugh watching you try not to gag.

He makes up for it with pancakes as Evie watches cartoons, falling back into sleep on the couch.

Throughout Buck’s recovery, you catch glimpses of Buck and Evie’s bond growing stronger. There’s moments where they both shush each others’ giggles as toothpaste spills from their mouths. Their fingers are covered in foam as they try to get each other to be quiet when you pass by the bathroom, already having warned them to not make a mess.

Your relationship has also evolved as you spend more time together, nights cuddled in your bed where Buck uses his injury to persuade you into being the big spoon.

Buck has become so integrated into your daily lives and routines but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.

The morning is silent as you help Evie into her coat and rain boots. She wears them rain or shine because Buck got them for her.

Buck slips his feet into his shoes before zipping her jacket up. You hand Buck his bag before slipping Evie’s backpack onto her shoulders, then your bag over yours.

She’s sad, both of you pick up on it. It’s Bucks first day back to work and he had already mentioned that he would be going to his apartment after his shift.

He doesn’t plan on staying there, just picking up some clothes and checking on the place but Evie believes he’s not going to be staying with you guys anymore.

“You promise you’ll come back?” Her voice is small and you’re sure it’s partially from sadness but also from her tactics to try and persuade him to come back.

“Of course.” He smiles, picking her up and closing the door after you exit.

“You should live with us.” She mumbles as she rests her head on his shoulder.

You freeze as you lock the door. This isn’t something you and Buck have discussed before.

“Oh babe… uh.” You turn and look between her and Buck. “I don’t know-“

“We’re going to be late.” Buck saves you. “Come on.”

The car ride is silent for various reasons. Evie is sad, Buck is nervous and you’re spiraling. Buck’s thinking that you don’t want to live with him in the future and you’re wondering if you’re ready to take that next step yet.

You both break the silence to bid Evie a good day as you drop her off. Kisses and hugs are in order as she’s off for the day

Buck holds your hand as he drives to the station. “You okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m fine.” You smile, “excited for work?”

“Yeah. I’m ready to get back into action.” He kisses your knuckles. “Look, about what Evie said-“

“What do you think? About us three living together?”

Buck smiles wide at you. “You’d want to?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” You turn in your seat to face him.

“You think?”

“I mean, I know. We already know what it could be like.” You shrug. “Right? And Evie’s already on board.”

“You think you could handle me living with you?” He teases. “You’re not annoyed of me yet?”

“Oh, I’m always annoyed by you but I know how to deal with it now.” You laugh.

“You’re so mean.” Buck parks the car, unbuckling his seat. He leans over the console as kisses your cheek, trailing down to your jaw then neck before he’s softly biting the skin.

“Stop biting me!” You laugh.

“Then take it back.”

“Absolutely not. Stop or I will revoke my invitation to live with us.”

“Like Evie will let you.” He whispers into your ear. “Plus, there’s so many benefits to me living with you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” You whisper back.

“I’m a good cook, I clean up after myself, and I can do more of that thing you like with my tongue.”

“Alright, alright get to work.” You push him back, hands on his chest.

Buck laughs at your flustered demeanor, pulling away with one hand holding both of yours to his chest. “Okay roomie, I’ll see you later.”

The kiss he gives you is hard and quick, leaving you trailing for more but he’s a little tease and doesn’t oblige you. “Better work on getting me my copy of the key.” He winks, getting out of the seat and walking backwards into the station, bag swinging from his hands.

It takes you a few moments to collect yourself before you hop into the drivers seat and head to work, feeling on edge and frustrated. The thought of not seeing him for the next 24 hours makes you ache even more. You’ll just have to make his move in a little more special when you see him.

[artobotsrollout]

TfP Starscream is trying to be something he's not and it's the reason his plans tend to fail

Idk if it's just me but I've always thought this so I had to write all my thoughts on it haha.

Anyways it's been awhile since I talked about TfP Starscream but here we go. Long text below readmore.

I haven't watched TFP in a hot minute so I'll probably have to revisit this post after a rewatch so I can add more concrete examples. Some of this is definitely my own ideas and interpretation so don't take this as 100% unbiased. If I remember right, at the very beginning before Megatron is in the picture, it's mentioned or implied that the Decepticons have been not super active, meanwhile we see the Decepticons with a great number of followers and energon mines and slowly but smartly and reliably thriving. Then Megatron comes along and immediately wants to go for something bigger than that, which ends up costing them energon mines and soldiers.

I know the show tries to say that Megatron is smart and cunning which, in some respects like in battle, I would agree. However, in others I think his greed, ego, and love of taking major risks for the potential of a high reward makes him both extremely dangerous but also extremely vulnerable to major losses. That's where Starscream is supposed to come in (If Megs let him). Megatron is the brute force his way through problems guy. (Not always but a good chunk of time he is) And because he is undeniably one of the strongest characters in the show it often works in his favor. Starscream however is not the biggest or strongest physically (which Megatron frequently likes to remind him of) but the Autobots still describe him as unpredictable and dangerous. I always felt like he's the planner, the backstabber, and ultimately the clever one who is more insidious in his methods. I feel like his strength would be small but reliable and continuous gains. THAT'S where I feel his strength is. That's who he is. And if the Decepticons weren't so focused on sheer strength and power, and intimidation, and Megatron was more accepting of feedback maybe he would actually help Megatron's plans have greater chances of success. However, throughout the show we regularly see him bullied by the more physically imposing characters, which I feel honestly really made serious dents in his ego, to the point where he wants so badly to be just like Megatron. To be viewed as strong and powerful like Megatron is. To have that respect, power, and charisma. As a result, he keeps trying to brute force his way through problems and gain more and more power. He keeps trying to be showier about it. Obviously, his own ego, greed, and habit of backstabbing DOES play a part in why he fails but there are several moments in the show where I feel he could have come out on top if he played it smart instead of trying to brute force it. He's trying so hard to be what Megatron is that he essentially isn't using his strengths as much as he should. He becomes more and more desperate over time to be something he isn't, and it really shows in how often his attempts to gain power fail.

While RiD(15) was much hated, especially Starscreams return for a multitude of reasons, I actually don't think that it was way out of Starscream's character arc. To get his frame changed to a bigger stronger body and once again try and brute force his way to victory but still ultimately lose despite getting so close feels like the end of the line for him. And the fact that Starscream is caught by Optimus and not straight up dead could legit have been an opening for, maybe not a full redemption but a redemption or change in general. It would essentially be his rock bottom at which point, he could either double down or finally realize that this isn't the right way to do things for him. Do ya'll remember that one TfP comic where he has to fight off stronger vehicons in this like Pseudo gladiator pit made by Megatron and he comes out on top because he uses his smarts? I think about that comic a lot when it comes to Starscream haha.

I also think about the fact that Starscream came to Breakdown's aid when Megatron refused a lot. I know he did it largely for a favor but idk... maybe I'm reading too much into it. I feel like Starscream isn't a good guy doing things out of the goodness of his heart per say but I do think he values his people more. Megatron is very "if you're not strong enough to save yourself then die since your useless to me" about things.

TLDR; Starscream was nerfed by Megatron.

ANYWAYS!! Listen, this post isn't also to say that Starscream is perfect or that he would have succeeded if he played to his strength all the time. And I do still think his hunger for power and habit of gloating when he has the upper hand instead of acting quickly is a major reason why he fails but idk. I felt like his desperation to be Megatron was pretty essential to why he acts the way he does.

And I could totally be wrong about some of my points, this is just what I remember thinking when I did watch. ANYWAYS thank you for reading.

[checosbluespring]

racing hearts → op81

oscar piastri x plus size!fem reader

genre: drivers room smut, established relationship

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (male receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 2.7k

song: cupid's chokehold- gym class heroes

sidenote: hi everyone! finally the new fic is here and it's an oscar one! please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic because i don't have a plan for the next one haha. also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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Silvertone made you nervous, don't get me wrong, all of Oscars races made you incredibly nervous but it wasn't often you were in the paddock watching in person. He was doing good, no matter how he did you were always proud of him, but it was nice to hear him over the radio sounding happy. Your nerves got the best of you, and you found yourself shaking your leg and biting your nails, before it got worse you decided a little walk around the paddock would be calming. 

You and Oscar had been dating a little over two years, and those two years had been amazing. You remember his year as a reserve driver and all the hesitation that he felt. You remember when he first got word about getting a spot in f1 and the tears of joy that fell down your face when he told you. You remember every big and little moment that has impacted your relationship. 

Before dating, you guys were friends, you were getting your masters degree in London and happened to be friends with one of his friends. Everything kinda felt like fate, when you first met him you had been so shy, of course you had heard about the hot shot f2 driver, and of course you had been nervous. A part of this nervousness and shyness you felt was because you were worried how he would react to you being a bigger girl. 

To your surprise Oscar was amazing to you. And over the next couple of moments as he was pursuing you, he did not shy away from being affectionate.

You would like to say the rest was history but it wasn't, that your relationship had its ups and downs. Oscar wanted to go public with your relationship, it was you who had told him we should hold off. You knew how people would react and this was his first year in f1, you didn't want to add to that stress. People would bombard him on his social media posts, interviews would ask questions, you couldn't do that to him. After all he's worked for. Truth be told you would like to show your affection to Oscar in public, to be able to hold and kiss him after a good quali or a podium, but you knew how mean the internet could be and you couldn't do that to him or yourself.

The sound of the cars pull you out of your trace and you figure it was time to head back to the garage and watch. You felt a pit in your stomach, he was doing good, and only a few laps left but anything could happen. With the final lap you see he finished 4th, you were extremely happy for him. But in the back of your mind, you knew Oscar would be mad. Mad that he was so close to a podium. Despite that you couldn’t wait to hug and congratulate him. 

The garage was crowded, roars and screams echoed in your ears. The team was proud of their 2nd and 4th finish. And while no one knew why you were there or your intentions, you couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of both boys. 

You knew it would take Oscar a while to finish his debriefing, post race interviews, and just overall navigating the garage. You took it upon yourself to sneak into his drivers room and wait until he’s done. Walking in see a small picture of you and him nestled away near his backpack.

A sudden jolt of possessiveness, and just overall happiness rings through you. At the end of the day you couldn’t believe Oscar and you were together. He was the most amazing, caring and loving person you could’ve ever imagined to have. You knew you had to do something when he came into the room to cheer him up because, even though fourth place was an incredible finish, Oscar always thrived for more. 

You make yourself comfortable, slipping off your shoes and putting your hair in a ponytail. You looked through the tiny closet that was in the drivers room, where he said he would leave a larger hoodie for you to wear after the race if it was cold. It was the little things like this that made you love him even more. While you weren’t the type of girl who could wear his hoodies or shirts because they were too small on you. He made the extra effort to give you what you wanted. 

While waiting, you came up with the most amazing idea, you and Oscar had a pretty active sex life. You were both young, what could you say? it was always pretty difficult during practice days and qualities to find time alone with each other but today you decided you were going to plan something special. 

You found yourself getting excited at the idea, crossing your legs you try to create some friction to hold yourself off until Oscar gets into the room, but luck was not on your side today, and it took two more hours until Oscar finally entered the room, looking exhausted, flushed and sweaty. 

His hair was damp and sticking to his forehead. Just how you liked it when his hair was down. His pretty eyes sparkled at you, but through his smile, you could tell he was disappointed and sad.

“Hi baby, how was debrief?” you questioned

“Same old, same old just took longer to get out because they wanted to strategize on how we can get a one-two next race. Are you ready to go? I’m exhausted, starving and I need to shower desperately.”

Before you can nod, you remember the plan you had made a couple hours earlier. He might be too tired to do anything, but all you can do is try.

“Why don’t you sit down for a minute Osc, we can get you changed out of your fireproofs, and wait a little while traffic is still dying down. Here let me order us some food to be delivered back to the hotel for later on” 

You quickly get on your phone and order his favorite post race meal, a chicken burger with sweet potato fries. You opt out and get yourself something different. After placing your order, you start to grab his change of clothes that he brought with him. When you are face to face in front of him, you see Oscar looking up at you with the most fondest eyes, and quiet smile. 

Oscar wasn’t the most romantic person in the world, but just by existing he made up for it. Nonetheless he never strayed away from complimenting you.

“Have I told you, you are the best girlfriend in the world, you take such good care of me”

“You’ve said it once or twice but I wouldn’t mind hearing it more” you wink as you slowly start to take off his undershirt. You take the liberty to also take off his pants, so you kneel down in front of him and start to pull off his boots one by one. This felt extremely intimate and it left you with a flushed feeling.  

You gesture him to lift his hips so you could pull off the remaining part of his fireproofs that were pooled loosely around his waist. Once he does this you shimmy them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“You did so good today baby” you said while rubbing your hands up and down the tops of his thighs.

“You raced so well. You don’t know how proud I am of you. My rookie, my baby, you are so perfect Osc, my one and only”

You see a tint of red cover his cheeks and nose. This was something you guys have been experimenting more with, you being dominant. You weren’t gonna do that today. Tonight you just wanted to let him know how good he was. You slowly see a tent pop up in his boxers

“Oh my, my, Oscar what’s this, do you like hearing how good you are? Well you are, you are so good” 

Instead of replying, Oscar tries to hide his face with his forearm. That just won’t do.

“Oh no no no, don’t hide yourself from me, isn’t that what you always tell me”

He slowly removes his forearm to look down at you. 

“Baby can I please suck you off, want to show you how proud I am”

He nods his head yes and lets out a tiny please. 

That’s all you needed to hear before you slide his boxers off. His pretty pink cock springs free, red at the tip, angry looking and dripping. Oscar had the prettiest cock you had ever seen, to be fair you had only seen a couple in your life but his was so pretty. Average in length, maybe a bit below, but thick, pale with a pink tinge to it. Oscar left things pretty natural in the hair department but that never bothered you. Everything about him just made sense. 

Your mouth instantly drools at the sight of it, laying across his tummy. You spit in your right hand and grasp it at the base, and slowly drag your hand up his shaft. You look up to see Oscar’s eyes slowly flutter close. A tiny breath leaves his mouth. You decided now was the time to praise him some more.

“You have such a pretty cock Oscar, fucks me so well, fills me up in the best way possible. No one has ever made me come the way you do, you take such good care of me, let me do the same for you”

With that you bring your head down to softly lick the head, swirling your tongue around the tip, you dip your head down and lick a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and fully take the head into your mouth. 

Oscar’s hands were gripping the couch as hard as he could, trying to keep the moans at a minimum, the driver room walls were very thin. Oscar was usually on the quieter side, but you don’t know what possessed you to say this.

“Don’t hold back, be loud love, I want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel, want everyone to know I’m in here worshiping your cock”

“Fuck y/n you have such a dirty mouth” he whined. 

You giggled and brought your cheek down to nestle his cock. Grabbing it firmly you slap it against your face leaving a slight sting. You couldn’t help but look up at him as you did this, he was staring down at you, mouth agape. 

“I left your cheek all red” he muttered, you could sense he felt a little bad because of it. You couldn’t have that.

“Good, want us to walk out here knowing just what we did” and even though you know when you walked out people would think you were a McLaren worker because of your outfit, you couldn’t help but feel excited walking out into the world knowing you had just done what you did with thee Oscar Piastri. 

Oscar is fully back in your mouth again, hash breaths and tiny moans are coming from the man above you. Bobbing your head up and down you try your best to fully take his entire length. It was hand because he was stretching your mouth so wide with his thickness. You focus your tongue at the head, swirling and moving your tongue back and forth at the spot the connects the tip to the base. That brings out the biggest moan from him. You immediately look up to see his eyes are shut close and his lip looks like it’s about to start bleeding from how hard he’s biting it.

Continuing to focus on the head, you bring your hand down to his balls and cup them. You softly rub and massage them. You knew once you did this Oscar would finish soon.

“Want you to fuck my mouth, want to feel it for days after you leave London, want to remember how good you fuck my throat” you say to him with eyes that were begging.

“Are you sure baby? Don’t want to hurt you”

“If you hurt me I’ll slap your thigh, but trust me I want this”

He nods and grabs the back of your head to place you back on his cock. He starts slow, hand loosely grabbing the back of your head, guiding you softly. You try to relax your throat, because soon he starts to pick up his pace. Instead of the soft hold, he is harshly grabbing your hair, using it to move you up and down. You do your best to still use your tongue despite Oscar moving you at a very fast pace. 

“Fuck I’m gonna come soon” he whispers

You knew he was close to the edge by the way the thick vein on the underside of his cock was throbbing. You look up at him the best as you could and nod, hoping he got the message to finish in your mouth. In all honesty, you wanted him to come all over your face but you still had to walk through the paddock to his car. 

His hips start to stutter and he stops moving your head, arms fallen to his side. He lets out a loud groan and you feel the warm white liquid flood your mouth. You swallow and open your mouth to show him. He also groans at this, cupping your face he bring you up to connect you both in a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, no tongue, nothing crazy, just sweet.

You smile at him and stand up, you know you are drenched but you didnt want to do anything else in this room. Oscar may be able to be quite, but there so guarantee with you.

“Want me to eat you out” Oscar asked with his face in your neck as you sat next to him. 

“No, you can fuck me later if you are up for it, but we should be going soon, the food is probably going to be delivered before we get there”

He nods “Where did you learn to talk like that” Oscar asks as he puts on his new pair of boxers.

“I don’t know what you mean, I was just speaking the truth” you wink.

He gives you a uhhuh look and continues to get dressed. You look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t completely look disheveled. The slight redness on your cheek was still there but you wanted that. You dug in Oscar’s bag for a piece of gum and popped it in your mouth. You both get ready in silence. As you are about to leave you stop him.

“You do know I am genuinely proud of you, and I can’t wait to see how much you grow and succeed, I love you.” You say and kiss his cheek. 

“I love you too, you are the most amazing and beautiful girlfriend ever, I can’t wait for people know you are mine”

Something overcame you. You grab his hand and nod, if someone finds out and spreads it, you could care less. You were tired of hiding this. You see the smile and lead the way out of the drivers room.

Hand in hand you both walked down the paddock, you were proud of your boyfriend. No more being scared. He deserves this and more. His hand was warm and you knew everything was right. You had no doubt in your mind that next season you would both be back here but celebrating a podium instead. 

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[hxney-lemcn]

Congratulations on your 2k! I love your writing so much. I can't t get enough of them! For my request, can the character be Leona. Have a great day, you're amazing! <3

Genre -🌹

Tropes: 🍂🥂

Prompts: 🫥👀🤭

a/n: haha...so funny story...I might of forgotten to add the fake relationship...but you could pretend??? 😭😭😭 Sorry about that, but this is still super fluffy and a bit chaotic :)

tw: none.

wc: 0.4k

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You eyed the lion who laid not too far from you. He had been more irritable as of late, glaring at you and snapping more often than not. It had been getting on your nerves. If you did something to upset him he should talk to you about it instead of huffing and throwing a tantrum like a child. Every rude remark chipped away at you, little by little, close to showing the ticking time bomb that was you. Sure, you would use yourself as the butt of a joke or insult yourself from time to time, but you weren’t going to let Leona, your friend and crush, throw insults at you when he felt like it. You had a modicum of self respect. 

“What are you staring at?” Leona huffed, his emerald eyes squinting at you. “Something on my face, herbivore?”

Ignoring his question completely, you asked, “Why are you mad?” 

“I’m not mad,” Leona waved you off, rolling over to face away from you.

“Err!” You made a loud buzzer sound, causing his ear to twitch and him to eye you in annoyance. “You’re lying. You’re acting like a kid who got denied v-bucks.”

“Tch,” He grumbled, letting his anger overpower his rationality. “I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

“What?” You asked astounded, blinking in confusion. “Who the hell did I kiss? I think I’d remember something like that.” Once again, the prince averted his gaze, muttering under his breath…was he embarrassed?

“That stupid lizard,” Leona finally spoke up. Racking your brain, you tried to remember anything that could resemble a kiss that happened between you and Malleus, but none came to mind. Had there been a rumor maybe? Or maybe he overheard a conversation between you both that sounded like it led to a kiss? You weren’t sure, honestly, you felt like you were reaching with the last one. Whatever it may be, Leona had clearly made up a scenario that never happened. 

“Okay, one, I haven’t kissed anyone,” You held a finger up. “And two, why would I kiss Malleus? We’re just friends and I don’t see him romantically. And three, why the hell would you care…unless…”  As you trailed off with a smug grin, Leona swatted at you, a sharp snarl thrown your way as you laughed.  “OMG! Does the big tough Leona have an itty bitty crush on wittle ‘ol me?” You teased, dodging his swipe, but still getting into his face.

“I can’t stand you,” Leona sniped, glare sharp and if you looked hard enough you could see his cheeks turn a dark red.  

“A weird way to propose, but the answer is yes,” You grinned brightly, tackling the lion in a huge hug. He let out a groan, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“You better be serious about that.”

[zarla-s]

I’ve been reading ur extra info u have 4 handplates n I’ve been curious about this for a bit !!!! now that they’re on the surface , have they ever heard a human speak anything other than English? What r their reactions to other languages n seeing the fonts for those n possibly not being able to understand them ? (If they have any reactions to begin with!!)

They can only speak English (or I guess, if you translated them into another language, that language) but they can still see non-Roman characters! The Gaster ghost actually has a special reaction if another ghost responds to him with non-Roman characters.

I like thinking skeletons are very fascinated by fonts they don't see very often. Beautiful and unique! A skeleton likes a nice font. |D A whole world of Japanese fonts to explore if they ran into a group of skeletons in Japan... conversely if Gaster was translated into Japanese he would also be fascinated by Roman letters, haha, although less so since it's more common to see Roman letters in Japan than vice versa. Not necessarily every font with those letters though!

I think right now Gaster only notices Japanese characters since that's what I was testing it with, but I should add Korean and Russian characters as well at some point. A thing to remember is that it's VERY rare for a non-English speaking ghost at this point to be able to speak to other ghosts, you have to do a whole special set-up thing for it. I actually edited the other ghost in the gif here so she'd respond to Gaster properly so I could show this off, haha. I don't know if anyone would see this dialogue naturally, it's really more of an Easter egg. But it is something I've thought about!

(I think a very silly font, like the Mr. Saturn font from Earthbound, would be hard for a skeleton to read... same if it's the Japanese Mr. Saturn font, haha. But still legible!)

[kaymarie-bell]

TWST Main Story spoilers

translation done by me, expect some mistakes

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*Cater tells him to play along, and Leona changes into his Dorm uniform*

Leona:...I haven't held drumsticks in a while, but my body should still remember the rhythm

Leona: I'll play for you. If you can keep up with the beat

Riddle: Wow! That's such a hard¹ and cool outfit! It's such a waste to hide it behind the drum set! (¹yeah he does actually use the word "hard" / ハード)

Idia: Hehehe~ Someone please stop me from laughing...!

Idia: Mr. Riddle and Mr. Leona are forming a band, it's too funny...HAHAHA!

Ortho encourages everyone to keep going

Ace: Alright, it's time to make my case!

Ace: I'm a member of the unit produced by Vil Schoenheit himself, we participated in the VDC and ended up in second place!

Ace: Dance and chorus, I can do it!

Deuce: M-me too! I was in that unit too! I have the guts/willpower! Yessir!

Grim: Me too! Rook, the judge, told me "that's a dance only Grim can do! Beauté! 100 points!"

(they're all so proud of themselves 💖)

Ortho: I can do the synthesizer and manipulator². I can also do the live lighting and video production! (²a pitch shifter, used to transform vocals)

Sebek: I've tried a bit of violin because I admire the Young Master

Silver: I can play the ocarina. Father taught me when I was young

Riddle: A-amazing...!

Riddle: If everyone joins the band, it will be the most mad and chaotic band ever!

Che'nya: Unlike Trey, who would never join the band no matter how many times we asked him to, all these friends seem really into it right meow³~ (sorry I had to add the nya~ somehow)

Trey:...even the holiday plays we did in preschool would make me depressed

Trey: Art and music are required credits at mage school to strengthen the imagination...If it weren't for that, I would have never chosen those subjects. I could never be in a band.

Che'nya: Hehehe~

Che'nya: That's what you say, but you played the trumpet quite well in those plays, and your acting and singing weren't so bad either

Trey: Please stop talking about that! Ahem! So...what are we going to do now?

Riddle: Alright! Let's rally! We're going to my house!

Trey: Riddle's house?!

Riddle: It's right around the corner. And it's also almost tea time

Trey: W-wait Riddle, isn't it a bad idea to go there with so many people all of a sudden?

Cater: R-right. Why don't we just go to a café or something?

Riddle: That would just be a waste of the tea we had prepared. Don't worry about the number of people.

Riddle: I have tea parties with friends quite often. That's why I have a large table in the living room (BABY 😭)

Trey: That's not it

Trey:...Che'nya and I are not allowed into your house, right?

Riddle: Trey and Che'nya are banned from...?

Riddle/Che'nya: haHAHAHAH!

Riddle: What are you talking about out of nowhere? How could that be possible?

Trey: But, your mother⁴...!

Riddle: What about my mom⁵? I bet Mom would be happy to see Trey for the first time in a while

(⁴ Trey uses 母 / haha, the formal word to refer to one's Mother while ⁵Riddle is using ママ /mama, which is a more familiar word like mom/mommy unlike usual)

Che'nya: Yeah. She's definitely going to dote on you. I guarantee it.

Riddle: Nothing to worry about. Come on everyone, follow me!

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[simplyreveries]

Hi I'm back lol (The person that requested the autistic reader that likes lights thing lol)

Can I request one of an autistic reader who's special intrest is like all things Wonderland related (like talks obsessively about it and relates everything back to the topic) with Riddle, Jamil and (platonic) Grimm?

Ngl I'm tempted to do one of those "(fill in the blank emoji) anon" thing lol

hii ty for the request!! and i totally would love to have another emoji anon, you should do it if you want to!<3

riddle rosehearts

riddle can understand your piqued interest in this world, as you're not even from it-! he is happy to see you absorbing and trying to take in and understand everything about twisted wonderland. the species, cultures, lands, magic- there's simply so much. He would be happy to share about all he knows, though he has held more of a sheltered youth, he still has spent his life here if you want to listen to any of his stories and history that he knows of.

he will always listen to you quite intently whenever you're talking about this world, he really finds it admirable how much you’ve gone into learning about this place. sometimes he adds his own comments as well, he enjoys discussing it with you- and even seeing your own side as a complete foreigner to this world. It's interesting seeing your own perspective. he has a gentle smile on his face as he listens (trust me he is 100% paying attention,, he loves listening to you ramble and talk).

notices your knack for collecting things, you tend to enjoy telling the story and fascination of trinkets and souvenirs you've kept along your time in twisted wonderland and he asks about the ones he finds set in your room at ramshackle quite often. it seems you've been able to gather things from everywhere you've visited!

jamil viper

he sometimes forgets that you’re completely unused to this world and are so interested in and learning more. jamil has grown so used to it he doesn't believe things you’ll be amazed at are shocking- he finds it cute. he likes seeing you light up and tell him about something new you learned and more you want to find out. he will talk a little, but he enjoys listening to you as he hums and nods, he loves your interest and desire to only learn more about this unknown world to you.

jamil will totally plan a trip to his homelands with you, he is more than willing to be your own tour guide as you follow him around and he shows you everything there- especially regarding his own culture and way of life in scalding sands. he will share the magic and myths that tend to lie around those parts and have an amused smile on his face when you only want to see more.

he is a little surprised to see you watching so intently and curiously when he's doing something such as potion making, once again it's something that feels normal to him. he'll raise his eyebrow and smile gesturing you to come over and ask if you'd like to help him get the ingredients he needs. you already seem like you know exactly what he'd need anyway, as you light up and remember the kinds of plants you were learning about in this world as of recently! haha

grim

grim gets so confused on how you find trein; history class so intriguing and fun, he practically complains and almost falls asleep most of the time. not going to lie though he was a little surprised at first when you're usually the first to answer questions regarding twisted wonderland and getting them right- you're just a magicless human?? from another world?? and yet you easily surprise students around you.

he may groan a little when you take so long to pull away from places like the school's library or the botanical garden. sometimes you may hear him make some comment like "eh? i heard trey talking about these..." or something because he himself is learning too.

when you're talking excitedly to the ghosts at ramshackle about their experiences and their lives grim finds himself perking up and listening as well. he also notices your love for the ghost camera crowley gave you, as you tend to take pictures of anything you find interesting in this world. when he's looking at all the pictures you've taken, he finds himself reminiscing and laughing with you as you tell him all about them.

[ragnarokhound]

hey i saw ur tag on the executive dysfunction post where u said ur meds allow u to punch a hole in the wall and access the internal well of motivation or some such. can i ask how that works as in can you just do things after that?? you like have a task you gotta do and you up and do it? sorry to break into ur askbox like this i was just very curious because my executives do not function

Hi! Sure, I don't mind :)

Short answer: yes. :') I take my meds in the morning, and over the course of the day, it is much easier for me to add tasks to my mental list and then knock them down like the most dutiful Sim in the world. I forget to do things sometimes still - but those are usually due to other barriers like 'I would like to schedule this appointment, but I'm at work right now so I can't do that yet.' and then hours later I will have forgotten that I needed to do that. WHOOPSIES. Not necessarily an ADHD problem, just an average human one.

Also, the meds make it easier to access the well. That doesn't mean I always CHOOSE to use the well, haha. Sometimes I am just sooo comfy in bed and think 'i should get up. But I bet I could get away with another 25 minutes of dozing UwU' and then after my alarm goes off because my 25 minutes are up, I'm cursing my past self for being a hedonistic sloth because I really do have to get up now or I'll be late. I CAN choose correctly. That doesn't mean I do.

Long answer getting into the nitty gritty of my ADHD med journey below the cut:

So just remember that I'm not a doctor, I'm a stranger on the internet, so I don't know quite how it works, and not all medication will work the same for everyone. Executive function is huge for folks with ADHD, but it might be something else! ADHD often shakes hands with other conditions.

BUT - in my experience, I was diagnosed with combined ADHD (both the hyperactive bouncy kind and the laser focus, sit still for 12 hours doing one thing kind). A lot of my own executive function problems stemmed from not being able to choose what I hyper focused on, for how long, or if I even could. :')

There's a few different medications available to choose from once you get a diagnosis, including a fast-acting stimulant and a slow-release stimulant. The one that helps me is a slow-release - I take it in the morning, and it'll start to kick in after an hour and gives me a steady stream over the course of the day, wearing off about 8 hours later.

People with ADHD don't make as much dopamine on their own, and stimulants help your brain produce more of it. If you find yourself feeling calm and more able to focus or task-switch after drinking coffee, or soda, or other uppers, you might be self-medicating, and a diagnosis and meds may be helpful (but definitely talk that out with a doctor).

It took a while for my "storage" of dopamine to build up, and it wasn't pretty the whole journey there. There were multiple days in a row that I had to force myself to eat because the meds suppress appetite, so it was easy to skip meals I shouldn't have. (I embraced snacking over the whole day as a solution until my humors were balanced and I'd built up the habit of prepping a lunch hours beforehand lol)

But the benefits were immediate. Some things are normal, and habits are something every human has to figure out how to build regardless of whether you make enough dopamine - but I was immediately calmer. I would think 'i need to take out the garbage. I will do that now' and I would, in fact, take out the garbage? I'd just get up? And do it??? It was that easy. I find it much easier to stop in the middle of what I'm doing without getting annoyed, and to task switch without it completely breaking my flow. I'm CAPABLE of task switching at all. It's easier to remember that mug I left in the microwave. I can sit or work in silence and it's fine, I don't need music to be playing in the background to focus.

I still have to convince myself sometimes to do things when my executives don't want to function - a big coping skill I like is giving myself a crossroads moment. If I'm reading, the crossroads moment is at the end of a chapter, or a scene break. If I'm playing a game the crossroads moment is when I lost or won a round, or when I completed the task I was in the middle of, or reached a safe area.

At a crossroads moment, you can either choose to keep doing whatever you're doing, or do something else. It's why being on Tumblr and other social media is difficult to get away from, because there is no natural stopping point if you haven't turned off infinite scrolling. If that's hard for you, see if you can change your dash settings to only load a page/set number of posts at a time. You'll get a crossroads moment every time you reach the bottom of that page.

This is all my own experience with ADHD and stimulants, so again, I encourage you to think about whether this sounds like you and bring it up to a doctor if it's having a really big impact on your life.

I hope this helps! I also suggest this video from Jaiden Animations - she talks about her own experience getting an ADHD diagnosis, and funnily enough, this video dropped within the same week as I got mine, haha.

[anonzentimes]

Hello!

What is your opinion on danganronpa 2.5?

hello anon! thank you SO MUCH letting me ramble!!! :)

I really do love Danganronpa 2.5, I think it's really cool that they explain more how everyone was waken up, I also adore that the plot is based off of statements in Danganronpa 2 only elaborating and exploring them more. Not only that, but they make it all about Nagito who's the same character that is complex enough to have three entire songs haha!! So it works out well.

2.5 reverses Nagito's luck cycle which makes it easier to understand and I really love it. It also adds the statement that truly Nagito would rather have his luck not harm others but rather help them and harm himself, there's also the detail that Nagito's luck is so prominent in his life that even in a world made by his subconscious it is always there. It also implies he deep down wishes talent didn't exist which is something he'd never admit or even know he felt with his unhealthy obsession and dedication with hope and the ultimates!!!

I really enjoy world destroyer too, I think his scenes are very interesting, like, ok man thanks for pulling up with your FINGER GUNS??? It's super cool!! His design is pretty interesting too even if it's just adding to Hajime's preexisting one.

I also like the detail that alongside Nagito's own death the memories that he remembers most vividly is Hajime's smile and his time with him which is just very sweet

The moments with Makoto and Sayaka being out of character because Nagito views them, especially Makoto, so highly is super funny too. Kazuichi and Fuyuhiko's friendship is also fun and something we don't get to see often! The background characters we get to see are also just very fun.

I find it really interesting that by swapping Nagito's belief with the opposite it's basically telling what the genuine issue is in their world because his beliefs stems from the flawed ideals of hope's peak. The issue in their world isn't the talentless, it's the talented. No one is happy, talentless people feel worthless, and being talented is exhausting in its own way. All of the social pressure of not being treated as humans being at its most extreme in this world is upsetting for most everyone.

also this Parallel makes me lose my MIND!!!!!!

Danganronpa 2.5 has a lot of REALLY good stuff going on for it, I think the only complaint I see about it is Nagito's "contradiction," which I'll talk a little bit about!

Basically, people like to point out that with Nagito's suicide plan he should have been more upset, "He never believed in Hajime though?"

I've seen a few pretty good interpretations of it, but the one I think makes most sense is that he was talking more to Izuru kamakura since he had gotten his memories back. Nagito's old and new memories merge together, he remembers pretty much everything. Which is why he sees Izuru first, then corrects himself seeing Hajime, and Hajime replies that they're both him.

Nagito then says he knew he'd make it to the lowest stratum, and that he believed in him. Basically saying that Izuru could do anything.

Maybe he believed the supposedly Bad luck from going into the Neo World Program would end up in Good luck? It's unclear a bit, but I definitely believe he's talking to Izuru a bit at the very least. Mostly because if he believed in Hajime in the killing game his luck cycle wouldn't have gone, good luck: the traitor was selected, bad luck: the plan didn't work and they lived.

Nagito has known Hajime and Izuru now and accepts him for who he is. It's honestly really sweet. Hajime himself has grown and accepts Nagito for who he is as well. They both forgive each other and it's just really sweet. They've been through a lot!

Overall little rambles aside, I think Danganronpa 2.5 is really lovely. It adds more to Nagito's character, tells more information about how the class woke up while using actual text from Danganronpa 2, and is just super fun! I love Danganronpa 2.5 a lot.

[markantonys]

What’re your thoughts on how the Elayne/Elaida dynamic might play out on screen?

Their intense antagonism of each other was something about the books that always struck me as weird, as if they haven’t lived as all but family for two decades.

hmmmm, an interesting question! oftentimes the books make the future antagonists seem cartoonishly antagonistic from the getgo, even if they haven't become (or been revealed as) antagonists yet. thinking of elaida, taim, and maybe lord luc as well (i don't remember his early TSR stuff very well) - they're belligerent and shady and giving off rancid vibes from the moment they arrive on-page, and so the reader isn't at all surprised when they end up being antagonists.

but i imagine the show will give us a more nuanced elaida, especially with them casting such a talented actress to portray her. i mean, i don't expect them to try and hide the fact that she's an antagonist and i'm sure show-onlys will clock right away that this lady spells trouble for our gang, but i doubt her rancid vibes will be over the top. maybe early-show elaida will have more of a "harsh but fair, and stone-cold competent" vibe (leaving the audience and perhaps elayne with the same kind of "i don't like her on a personal level but i can't help but respect her for getting shit done" attitude that imo moiraine had when describing that incident to rand in 1x08), and then we'll watch her growing more and more ruthless and unhinged over the course of the show. maybe she'll be more like a stern aunt than an enemy to elayne, someone whom elayne respects on some level even if they clash sometimes. or maybe not, maybe elayne still won't like her much in showverse!

then for elaida's feelings/behavior towards elayne, with her foretelling about house trakand being key to the last battle, surely she would have been making an effort all these years to cultivate a good relationship with elayne so that elayne will be inclined to listen to her advice if she turns out to be the prophesized key person. so it wouldn't really make sense if she's constantly pissing elayne off and being mean to her, but on the other hand, trying to make people like her does not feel like a skill elaida particularly has in her wheelhouse haha she certainly would not have spent the past 20 years spoiling and indulging elayne's every whim! maybe moreso trying to establish herself as a trusted mentor figure for elayne, without going overboard in trying to make elayne like her on a personal level.

on the other hand, if we follow book structure, elayne and elaida would literally never see each other again after this brief overlap at the start of s3, and so their relationship might not even matter too much or be given much attention during that overlap; maybe the show will instead have a scene or two of elayne talking with the full caemlyn squad and then use the rest of the overlap time on elayne with just her mom and brothers + elaida with moiraine and siuan (and min, if that leaked audition script is to be believed), and then later in the season add in a focus on elaida and gawyn's relationship (since that's a key one) without ever doing too much with elaida & elayne. back to the first hand, the show likes to connect characters and storylines as much as possible, so it's entirely possible that elayne and elaida WILL cross paths again later in the show and that s3 will want to establish a meaningful dynamic between them.

overall, while the books take a fairly idealized view of the trakand family dynamics and they often come off more as a normal wholesome uncomplicated family than a royal one with all the natural baggage a royal family should have attached to it, there are hints of it not being all sunshine and roses over there (ex: elayne slipping in a quick casual mention of how one of her earliest memories is being scared galad would try to kill gawyn for his title while play-swordfighting and that's subconsciously why she's never been fond of galad; gawyn's most treasured possession being a gift from his mom engraved with a message calling him a sword for more important people to use), so there is definitely some space for the show to create some juicy, nuanced, complicated family dynamics here if they so choose, and elaida might well be part of that. we shall see! i'm so excited!!

[orngbananaa]

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TW// implied assassination plot (I'll be putting TWs for every chapter, with that i hope you enjoy my self indulgent fic slop; @umi-adxhira this one's for u♡)

CHAPTER 1; THE START

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You've never been one to have your feelings stricken by things for long.

You've spent enough years teaching yourself not to.

But there was once a time where even the smallest of things could get your heart to race uncomfortably fast, whether it was a new book, a strange insect hovering over your bedroom window, a lovely-smelling flower, a chance to walk around your mansion’s garden or even leaving your windows open enough for the fresh winter air to reach your face and cool your frazzled little face before you had to lock it shut for the whole night.

Gifts and such were barely comparable to those small pleasures you once would've done anything to experience more often. Christmas festivities weren't as exciting to you as they should've been; there wasn't much excitement as there was a simple curiosity about what would be wrapped up for you under the tree this or that year.

Perhaps that was only the beginning level of the further disinterest you'd grow to develop for the things others would consider worthwhile…

But now, inside the mansion of the House of Black with your suitcase in your firmly clasped hands, you stand in front of the portrait of the man you are supposed to kill with something like expectation running through your veins.

Lante Agriche’s cold, aged, oil painted eyes stare down at you much more knowingly than you expect him to be in person, his form sits on a plush chair and there's an elegant looking cane in his hand; it depicts a regal appearance that betrays the cruel blood from within the dark-haired man. The freezing winter air seeping into the mansion makes the atmosphere of the large space even icier than when you first stepped into it, you suppress a slight shiver as you shift your gaze from the painting to the hall you’re currently standing in.

It’s quite a gloomy place, you think; the tall, cream colored walls don't add enough brightness to the space overshadowed by the dark pillars and slightly pulled dark red curtains. Well, for once you can say that there’s a place that looks more distasteful than your childhood bedroom, at least.

“A-Ahem,” you’re pulled away from your thoughts when the man just a bit further away from you clears his throat, he fiddles with his white gloves as you glance back at him, “If you don't mind me interrupting–it’s about time we get you settled in here, uh…” he trails off, finger scratching at his chin as he tries to remember your name.

“Ilie,” you remind him with a small smile, “My name is Ilie.” Vasile, you internally add, but, well, in a place like this names aren't important to anyone, much less family names–but that's perfectly fine to you, better to be a part of a mob than to be noticed in any way, that's what your mother taught you.

“Ah, right! Ilie, yes… Like I said, we need to get you settled into the new environment, you’ll be expected to be at your best behavior here, after all,” the man–you don't remember his name–adjusts his cravat as he speaks before abruptly turning and walking away, gesturing for you to follow after him. You do so in quick, long strides, your low ponytail swishing with the movements as you immediately fall in step with him.

He looks at you, a bit startled, and in response you lightly tilt your head at him with your eyes urging him to continue; your steps sync with his, even, elegant, perfect and so artificially habitual. As it should be.

Your lip tilts down, just a bit, “Is something the matter, sir?” you ask politely, demurely.

“Ah, no, no, nothing’s the matter, haha–Let’s start, shall we?”He looks away, clears his throat and then calmly begins to guide you through your mission’s place of action.

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Dropping your suitcase onto your new bed, you breathe a tired sigh through your nose that then, turns into a full yawn. The man was much more chatty than you expected, it was a bit baffling how much the topics changed in one mostly one-sided conversation. From what was supposed to be an impromptu tour shifted to the names and positions of the ten? Fourteen? Of all the children of the house to how Lante Agriche was the single most awe-strikening economic genius the western territory has had in years–and then to what kind of berries the gardeners grew, somehow. Ah, but you can admit that some of that information was useful, even if acquiring it cost you your social battery.

You take a moment to collect yourself, taking a step toward a nearby wall mirror to fix your hair and straighten out your shirt. Luckily, your work isn't required to start the moment you unpack, and so you take your time. You brush your hair, you change your shirt and trousers, wash your face and hands in the bathroom connected to the servants’ rooms, and after all of that, you unlock your suitcase.

Hidden in a smaller pocket of it is a small vial, a syringe, and a letter discreetly signed in a way that you easily identify it belonging to your mother. You were instructed to read it after a week of your stay, with that in mind you put it back under your wardrobe and into the pocket.

“Well,” you start simply, “This is going to take a while…”

[nrc-therapist]

How did I get dragged into this for a second time?

goodbye, xoxo <-lol I'm back

haha I might actually be a masochist, I left school and escaped being a therapist, but no I'm back

anywho, do tell me your troubles and I'll..be there

^(my abilities aren't much, I'm a knock-off therapist. a therapist from spell-mart, if you will)

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ASKS ALWAYS OPEN UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE. PLS TALK TO ME!!

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now, be mindful of what you say:

don't be an asshole (no homophobia/racism/etc)

no nsfw, I'm not here to read smut, but innuendos or sexual jokes are okay

even if you are allowed to reclaim some slurs, I ask you dont use them since 1) I don't know if you really can reclaim them and 2) people might get uncomfortable from them

dealing with heavier subjects is okay, but don't overdo it. otherwise I will have to take drastic measures (blocking)

keep in mind, I have to get tutoring from housewarden rosehearts for some classes, so I can't be active all the time CAUSE I HAVE FUCKING TUTORING CLASSES-

flirting/bickering/etc with Mid is okay, but remember that both Mid AND the person behind her are minors/has actual feelings

please inform me if calling you things like "love, sweetie, honey, etc" makes you uncomfortable since I use them quite often

yes, simping about questionable ppl is something we can address

if an overblot is happening...fml call me over

VICE HOUSEWARDEN HUNT ISNT ALLOWED IN MY OFFICE!! this was never here

by the way you can pay for my silence<3 or maybe I should start a magicfans where I talk about things I hear in my office and give you life updates-

btw guys if you ever see crowley, do tell him that I need my paycheck-

about the therapist:

info post

so uhh, I'm mid. or midnight, that works too. a third year at ignihyde, who led a revolution against crowley..twice. I go by any pronouns, and I am in fact one of them queers

dawn

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and if you want to see more of me ooc my blog is @idkanametoputhere !! i write twst fantics there every now and then! plus I also run @idk-group for my oc's

Happy I could help!

[ceilidho]

Do you have any advice or tips for writing dialogue? It's what I struggle most with 😩😩😩

haha I wish I did 😩 honestly this one sucks the most for me because I truly feel like I don't understand how people talk, or like, I'm really only beginning to get it. I remember spending most of my teenage years (I started writing fanfiction around age 13 or so) really not understanding how people talk to each other and being supremely confused about it.

Once again, the biggest help you're ever going to get is just watching a lot and reading a lot and paying attention to how people talk. I mentioned this in my other writing advice ask, so I'll just reiterate below and add some other observations I have on how people speak:

If you're writing fanfiction, watch or read the source material as much as possible, until you can almost hear the way the character sounds in your head. Take time to understand things like their accent and how they speak (do they talk a lot or very little? do they use slang or enunciate everything? do they speak quickly or slowly?). Here, you just want to concentrate on the cadence of their speech / their speech patterns. If they speak plainly or use lots of proverbs or turns of phrases, that sort of thing. If you have that down, you've honestly done half the work. Even I often reread my work and go "fuck, all of these people SOUND the same even though they're saying different things".

A super important point I should make before anything else is that dialogue is intrinsic to character. If you have a taciturn, sullen, aloof character, they probably won't be a very emotional or heartfelt interlocutor. The things (the content of their dialogue) they'll want to speak about will also reflect this - they might complain more often, might not offer praise as readily. They won't ask for help or share vulnerable parts of them.

A more positive character will be the exact opposite of that. They might be more eager to offer advice or praise. They might feel nervous or uncomfortable about confrontation or calling someone out if they're doing something the character doesn't like.

Essentially, when you're not sure what a character would say, think about:

Who is this person? What are their core attributes?

What is their end goal from this conversation? (or, if it's just chatter / conversation for conversation's sake, what kinds of topics might they be interested in?)

If there is a goal, how would this particular character achieve it (or would they be unsuccessful if they're too timid or mean about it)? Would they be blunt, circumlocutory, deliberately confusing, manipulative - would they get frustrated with themselves because even the character isn't able to say the thing they want to say?

Another thing you have to understand about the way people speak, even if this is VASTLY frustrating when writing because it takes you longer to get to the point, is that people rarely just outright say what they want. Sooommeeee people do, but even in your personal life you'll know those kinds of people to be blunt, straight forward, etc. Most people aren't like that. If you need to take the extra chapter or couple paragraphs to wrangle the truth out of someone, that's pretty natural.

I try to avoid clichés or anything corny in my dialogue unless it makes sense for that character (for instance, Price might be more likely to use like generic white guy colloquialisms like "you're barking up the wrong tree" or "let's rock and roll" lmaoo).

Anyway, I don't have much advice for dialogue because I also struggle with it, but one thing to keep in mind is that readers are very aware of characterization, even subconsciously. Don't sacrifice good characterization even if it means you need to redo a scene or take longer to get to something.

[hawkzeyes]

hey i'm so sorry i know you've linked to it probably a million times but i can't find it: can i have the link to your hawkeye reading list pleaseee and thank you 🥳

Hi Hi!! Please never apologize for asking I have the most unorganized blog in all hawkeye accounts LMFAOOO so not being able to find recs in here is understandable

Im assuming you mean Clint, but just in case not I will add Kate's in at the end!

So First of course is this icon's first appearance in

Tales of Suspense #57 (1964) - (he also shows up a few more times in tales of suspense but obviously this is the most important one!)

The Avengers #16 (1965) is when he joins and becomes our favorite little Avenging Archer (forewarning he is a little shit here. His favroite pass time in the beginning is driving Steve up a wall. I personally find this dynamic very funny but some dont)

He is with the Avengers for a really long time. Like more than 150+ comics(he isn't Hawkeye the whole time though as he does have a little bit I believe that starts in Avengers #63-#98 where he is Goliath. He comes back to us as Hawkeye in Avenger #99)

Hawkeye (1983) is his first solo ever! It's a mini series but its one of my personal favroites!

West Coast Avengers (1984)- this is where we get to see him take lead in a brand new team in California!

The West Coast Avengers (1985)- this is just a contitnuation of the previous mentioned!

Solo Avengers (1987)- We find out more tea about Clint's life prior to avenging here

He stays with the West Coast Avengers for a hot minute before we get his second solo

Hawkeye (1994) he's reaaaaal tough guy big feelings in this one

then he shows up in Avengers again in 1995 (yeah I know but hey he is the avenging archer so that's where youre gonna find him the most) He even gets a new lil fit and everything (he looks like he belongs in a boyband and I love it)

Thunderbolts (1998) is where Clint shows up ( in 2001 I believe) and takes over the team! He essentially helps try to guide them into being a good hero team and if I remember correctly I think its either #74-#75 where he leaves the Thunderbolts (I can't remember exactly I'm sorry)

Hawkeye (2003)- a third solo!!! look at our little guy go!!!

Then he... well he dies LMFAOOO in Avengers (2004) and the Clint Barton you knew and love is about to change forever

The New Avengers #26 (2006) if i remember correctly and it's.. well it's a sad one and he isn't the lovely Hawkeye when he comes back either. This is where Clint becomes Ronin, which is a rather dark time for Clint.

Secret Invasion (2008) This is also sad im sorry LMFAOOO Clint's morals are tested often as Ronin

The New Avengers (2009) Again he is ronin here so if youre looking for Clint just as Hawkeye he isn't here but don't worry he is back as Hawkeye soon enough

New Avengers: The Reunion (2009) whooooo's he getting a reunon with ;)

Hawkeye & Mockingbird (2010) guess what, that's who he got a reunion with I LOVE THIS COMIC

Widowmaker (2010) is basically a continue on of ^ with Nat involved

Avengers: Solo (2011) CLINT!!!! AS!!! HAWKEYE!!! Doin Hawkeye shit

Hawkeye: Blindspot (2011) do you like family angst? Good. Here. Have the family angst.

There is an event going on around this time called Fear Itself that he is involved in and also he is in Secret Avengers (2012) starting #21 or #22 where he becomes the leader.

Hawkeye (2012) We all know and love this bad boy. You could fit so many tears into it.

Secret Avengers (2013) again??? yes again.

Secret Avengers (2014) haha yeah again

Hawkeye Vs Deadpool (2014) it's fun! it's cute! Wade makes me laugh and he has a soft spot for the Hawkeyes

All-New Hawkeye (2015) there is some retconning done here

I don't wanna talk about Civil War II (2016) it makes me really sad LMFAOOO but yes he is in it and it should be read because well.. he makes a BIGGGGGG choice here that I feel has def echoed in his characterization since and has caused lots of misleading beliefs about Clint

Occupy Avengers (2016) Woooooooh I like this one it's fun

Secret Empire (2017) He is in it if I remember correctly but I grouch about this whole concept because I thought it was stupid. It gives the same energy as "What if Superman was evil" and I'm sure as a DC fan you know how annoying that concept is.

Generations: Hawkeye(2017) This is soooo cute I love this one. Kate meets a younger Clint in it and they run around together

Tales of Suspense #101 (2018) This will never not make me laugh. Him and Bucky working together is always funny

He is also involved in Kate's Hawkeye run during this time but I've got that on her list

West Coast Avengers (2018) I liked this. I love when Kate and Clint work together and I liked seeing the nods to the original WCA

Hawkeye: Freefall (2020) crying puking throwing up it's so good and fun until it's not fun anymore

Black Widow (2020) Not my favroite run for Nat... feels like the tone is off but he is in it

Thunderbolts (2022) I liked this...would have been super cool if Marvel had kept it as a continuing run because I feel like it didn't get to finish it's story. I'm still sour about it.

NOW obviously this is not everything ever he has ever been in and I'm certainly not perfect enough to have read every. single. appearance. So please forgive me if I missed something important cause sometimes my brain is not so greeat with memory.

x Kate Reading List!