#i was a tiiiny bit disappointed?

[highoncatfood]

raincode ending spoilers. kinda

also makoto is such a great antagonist. he has consistently been a fantastic character from his first appearance until the very end. the twists, the tragedy of him, the motives. all of it is so good it all makes sense and in the final showdown i was like yknow what hes right!!! i literally sided with him so much he makes me so fucking sad i love him.

[mypoisonedvine]

request for virgin eddie munson who loses his shit over anything and everything reader does

you are speaking my LANGUAGEEEE GOOD GOD

warning: smut, wholesomeness, eddie is down bad

"So... you've really never done this before?" you said, biting your lip. You have no excuse for why it kinda turned you on. Perhaps because it was the last thing you expected from a guy like Eddie... or because you got the feeling you could blow his mind without putting all too much effort into it.

"I-I mean, I've done stuff," he assured, "just... not this, yeah."

"Don't tell me you were saving yourself for the right girl," you joked, and he laughed nervously as he rubbed his palms on the trailer's ratty old couch.

"No," he breathed, "not really, just... never had much luck with girls, I guess."

"Well," you purred as you leaned in closer, running your hand over his chest through the adorable DIY Hellfire shirt, "if you don't mind giving up your virginity, you can get lucky tonight. How's that sound?"

"Uh... pretty much perfect," he laughed thinly.

But what truly sounded perfect was Eddie himself-- the way he moaned, whimpered, even begged for you as soon as you did anything for him. Grinding in his lap, making out and running through your fingers through that beautiful mess of hair... it seemed so easy to drive him crazy, and you loved it.

"Baby," he breathed, "I-- I don't know how much more I can take of this..."

"You've still got your jeans on," you noticed with a smirk.

"Yeah, and you've got your top off-- can't help it," he grinned, "you're gorgeous."

"God, I want you to fuck me," you sighed.

"What are we waiting for, then?" he cooed, running his hands up your bare back.

"W-well, it's just--"

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, "been down this road before-- sorta how I ended up still a virgin by now. But it's fine, we don't have to--"

"No, it's not that!" you interrupted. "I really want to... I just feel kinda weird about being your first."

"Weird, like, you don't want to be?" he asked, concerned.

"Weird, like, not sure why you want it to be me. Are you really sure?" you pressed.

"At this point, doll, I want it to be anybody," he joked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You thought you hadn't shown your disappointment on your face, but he still noticed, and reached up to turn your head towards him when you looked away.

"Hold on, I didn't mean it like that," he promised. "I-I really want it to be you. Specifically-- like, not just any girl. Yes, I would pretty much take 'any girl' by now, as long as she's not, you know, an objectively horrible person, I guess... but oh my god, you..."

He pulled you a little closer, looking right into your eyes, and you had the terrifyingly wonderful thought that this might be more than just casually hooking up. You might have a tiiiny bit of a crush...

"You-- you're... so much better than I ever thought I could do," he continued laughing. "And I never made a big deal out of my first time-- I mean, I wanted it, but I didn't think it had to be special or anything. And it doesn't have to be, especially if you don't want it to be, but... I think it kind of is, more than I expected. Because, honestly, getting lucky with a smokin' babe like you is always gonna be special-- whether it's the first time or the thousandth time."

You kissed him again, a little differently than before; and he pulled you closer, holding you tight and sighing against you.

Before that, you'd imagined 'special' meant sweet, slow, patient-- really romantic stuff. That night, though, Eddie taught you that special could be wild, desperate, and just downright animalistic. Actually, he taught you that lesson repeatedly...

"So... just as special whether it's the first or the thousandth time, huh?" you remembered what he'd said as you both laid back, staring at the ceiling, panting like dogs.

"Yeah," he agreed, to exhausted to say much else.

"How about the second time?"

"The second time was five times ago, sweetheart," he laughed breathlessly.

"No, I mean like... the second date," you explained.

"As long as you give my dick a few days to recover... yeah, it'll be just as special next time."

[gorae]

elevator music

pairing — park jihoon x gn!reader

tags — fluff, comedy, tiiiny bit suggestive (mentions of a previous one night stand), inspired by that one scene from grey's anatomy, 2.2k words (whew), unedited

it's a thursday night.

a thursday night. and your lovely friend, hyunsuk, whom you love so dearly, has decided that it would be the perfect time to drag you along to his friend's party.

"how do i look?"

"good."

"you're not even looking at me."

you make a point of turning around just to glare at hyunsuk. he strikes a dramatic pose despite your hostility. looking like a colorful glittery unicorn threw up on him, hyunsuk always makes anything he wears look good, even if it were a plastic bag.

"you look good, hyunsuk," you say with a flat tone and a flat expression to go along with it.

"oh, cheer up, your paper isn't due for another week." originally resting on the tip of his nose, hyunsuk puts his pink glasses on top of his head. you have no clue as to why he would bring sunglasses to an indoor party. you can imagine his response would be along the lines of, "because fashion, duh," so you don't bother to ask.

"we have class tomorrow. an 8 a.m. class," you say pointedly.

hyunsuk gasps dramatically, as if surprised by your sentiment. "oh, calm down. it's a friend's birthday party. we have to go."

"it's your friend's birthday party. we don't have to go. you do."

hyunsuk narrows his eyes at you. "what?" you shrug. "i'm right."

hyunsuk shakes his head. "i only dragged you along because you were so hung up on that guy you had a one night stand with."

you roll your eyes. "i wasn't hung up on him."

"say that to my empty tub of ice cream." he deadpans.

hyunsuk grins victoriously when you remain quiet, unable to admit the truth behind his words.

it has been months since it happened. you couldn't seem to get him out of your mind after, resulting in multiple failed blind dates and plenty of disappointment. you refuse to reminisce any further. he wasn't even anything special, really. or so you tell yourself.

hyunsuk sighs. there's a change in his demeanor when he realizes you were pondering because of his retort. "listen, it was ages ago. maybe it's time you realize you're never gonna find him and move on."

you don't have time to reply as the elevator doors open. hyunsuk pulls you by the hand to approach the front door. even with it closed, you could hear the music clearly. for a second you wonder if hyunsuk's friend paid their neighbors off in advance just in case they filed a noise complaint.

hyunsuk doesn't bother to knock, immediately opening the door as if the apartment were his, a habit of his you have yet to come to terms with. it seems easy for him to navigate through the rooms, too, like he's been here a lot more often than you think. with you closely following behind, he snakes through the crowds in search of his friend.

you look around as you follow hyunsuk. it's odd how familiar you found this apartment layout. the living room, the kitchen next to it, the narrow balcony. you shrug it off; you have been to this particular building a couple times before since you do have a few friends residing here.

"happy birthday, bro!" you hear hyunsuk yell over the loud music.

pausing from scanning the area, your eyes land on the figure hyunsuk is currently dapping up. and they widen in realization when you get a good look at him.

it was none other than park jihoon. the guy you had a one night stand with. the round eyes, the curve of his nose, the pout of his lips—you could make his features out even with the obscure lighting, yet there is no telling if he recognizes you.

"jihoon, this is my friend." hyunsuk motions to you. "y/n."

"hi, nice to meet you." you hold out a hand. there's a slight tremor in your fingers, and you pray neither he nor hyunsuk don't notice.

he takes your hand and firmly shakes it. you're quick to pull away. "nice to meet you, too. i'm jihoon."

you give him a stiff nod. "happy birthday... jihoon."

you eye hyunsuk, who immediately turns back to jihoon to continue talking. unsurprisingly—thankfully—he is completely oblivious to the way you're acting. "i- um. i need to take this call," you point to your phone. you almost slapped a hand on your forehead at the dumb excuse. if it weren't for the loud music...

without waiting for their response, you hurriedly excuse yourself, leaving the two to themselves. you find yourself making your way to the balcony, letting out a huge sigh of relief when there's no one there.

your head immediately goes back to the sight of jihoon standing before your very eyes. you still can't believe it—the man you've been mulling over for an abnormally long time, the one you thought you'd never meet again, standing right before you.

"y/n."

you whip your head around. shit. shit, shit, shit, shit- "jihoon." you laugh awkwardly, trying to appear casual. "hi."

the balcony was just as dark as inside his apartment, but the lights from the buildings across you reflected on his eyes. you swear you catch a flicker of... something, in his eyes. you're not sure what it is. does he remember? did hyunsuk mention anything? you force a smile, hoping your face doesn't betray you.

"so... you're a friend of hyunsuk's?" he asks. he rests the palms of his hand on the railing while his head is turned to keep eye contact between him and you. he seems too nonchalant, his tone too guarded. there's something off about him, and you can't put your finger on why.

"huh?" your mind races to gather your thoughts; the sudden tension so, so palpable between the two of you. "yeah," you manage to say.

"right." jihoon nods slowly, eyes briefly scanning the city skyline beyond the balcony. the air between you crackles with awkward silence as you pray to the gods above to make hyunsuk come and intervene at this very moment. "i was wondering..." he starts tentatively, words trailing into silence.

you hold your breath, waiting for him to continue. his eyes are staring deeply into yours, but your movements are frozen in place.

jihoon shakes his head slightly. "nevermind."

the tension lingers, thickening the air around you both. the music from inside feels distant, like it's kilometers away from you. you let the silence continue despite its awkwardness.

"you want a drink?" jihoon finally breaks the silence, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

you had to stop yourself from releasing a relieved sigh. glancing at his cup, you ask, "is that beer?"

"no," chuckling, he holds the cup closer to you. "it's just juice. you hate beer. right?"

as you stand there, realization dawns on you. "you remember." your voice wavers slightly.

another moment of silence stretches between you, with the both of you staring at each other. you, blankly, while he, with a mischievous glint.

he remembers.

your cheeks immediately burn as your mind starts to race at record speed. did he remember parts of it? or all of it? you shiver at the thought, unable to keep your thoughts from spiraling. maybe he just remembers parts of it, and not all the small, steamy details. maybe he only remembers the broad strokes, and not the way your breath hitched when he kissed your neck. or the way his hands explored every inch of your skin. your thoughts provide little solace, and you feel your cheeks burn hotter.

"stop staring at me like that." you blurt out, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze while memories of the godforsaken night start rushing in.

"like what?" he tilts his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

"like that!" you throw your hands up exasperatedly. "like, like you've seen me naked!"

that's it. you've shot yourself in the foot. as if it were possible, more heat rushed to your cheeks as he chuckled at your stupid exclamation.

"you know what i mean!" you added quickly. you turn your face away, unable to handle the embarrassment. you make a wish for the ground to open up and swallow you right then.

jihoon's phone dings, breaking the moment. you let out a sigh of relief (out loud this time). he glances at it briefly before staring back at you, the same playful glint still in his eyes. "you wanna come get the pizza delivery with me?"

you raise an eyebrow, skeptical. "is this some sneaky way to try to get me in your bed again?" you mutter under your breath.

lucky for you, he heard you loud and clear. he starts inching closer to you, his face only a breath away. you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. you gulp.

"why, you miss me?" he breathes out.

"i-" your words get stuck in your throat, heartbeat racing in your ears.

he finally breaks the tension by pulling away, laughing softly. "come on."

he motions for you to follow him, and you mindlessly start trailing behind him like a lost puppy. your mind is still wandering, not noticing how he's opening the doors for you and navigating through the crowd with his hand on your waist. the music from the party a distant buzz in your ears as you try to ground yourself.

you still can't believe it. one moment you were hung up about the guy you had a one night stand with, replaying every detail in your mind every day since like a broken cassette tape, and the next you are face to face with him. you are currently at his birthday party and you're fetching his pizza delivery with him. and most importantly, he remembers.

the way he looks at you, it all makes sense now. it was familiarity in his eyes all along. and maybe a hint of something else that you're still not quite sure what yet.

"aren't people gonna notice that you're gone?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. you cough in attempt to mask it.

jihoon presses the button for the elevator. "nah." his hands are in his pockets as you wait for the elevator, exuding nonchalance as he brushes his hair back.

as you both step in, you are immediately greeted with the bossa nova groove of the elevator music. the soft, almost comical tune fills the elevator as both of you steal glances at each other, one turning away just as the other turns to look at them.

the doors open with a ding, and jihoon lets you step out first. both of you walk to the receptionist counter where the pizza delivery guy is waiting. after a tip and a quick thank you, you both head back to the elevator with the pizza boxes in hand.

"let me hold it," jihoon offers, reaching for the pizza box.

"no, it's fi-" jihoon stares deeply into your eyes, and you don't even realize that he has snatched the pizza boxes right out of your hands. "stop staring at me like that."

his eyes are fully trained on your lips now. "no, it's just- you smudged your lipstick. can i...?"

he takes your silence as approval. he reaches out gently, thumb brushing against the corner of your lip. you freeze, breath hitching as he carefully fixes your lipstick.

you stand still, frozen as his touch lingers on your skin. before you could process what was happening, he has shifted the pizza boxes to one hand, tilted your head up, and started leaning in. your lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss that deepens almost immediately. your entire body feels electric and your mind starts short-circuiting while your stomach somersaults over and over again. everything feels so intense; your skin feels like it's been lit by fire just with the single brush of his hand against your face. it feels so right.

as jihoon begins to pull away, you instinctively lean in for another, causing your noses to bump awkwardly. there's a pause before the two of you laugh. "so you do miss me," jihoon teases, eyes twinkling with amusement.

"shut up," you reply. you pretend to be annoyed, but the smile on your lips betray you.

he leans in again, kissing you like a man starved. a ding signifies the elevator doors opening, and both of you pull away abruptly.

"there's my pizza!"

there hyunsuk stood, grinning ear to ear. he rushes to retrieve the pizza from jihoon. to none of your surprise, he doesn't notice your smudged lipstick and jihoon's messy hair. too immersed in his own world, he skips happily back to jihoon's apartment with the pizza boxes, which earns a few chuckles from the both of you.

you and jihoon look at each other. the both of you share a knowing look, and this time, you let a genuine smile spread across your face. the unspoken understanding of what just happened lingers between you.

"so..." jihoon trails off.

"so..?"

jihoon smirks. "stay over?"

you laugh, catching how jihoon's smirk turns into a genuine smile at the sound of it. "okay."

[usedtobecooler]

omg a crying shame was soooo good. tiiiny bit disappointed that he gave her permission her cum. kinda wanted to see her disobey. i love paul when he's bratty and angry. maybe once they get used to each other, she can test the limits a bit? please continue, i am fully invested in your version of paul!!

aaaah thank you so much! listen… he may have just wanted to see her fall apart once he realised she was super super into it 😵‍💫

i’m already planning a part two and if you’re looking for bratty and testing limits — it’s definitely gonna be for you 🫠

[lychniis]

⚘ — DUE RESPITE.

i. SYNOPSIS : he demands his affection. it's long overdue, in his opinion. ( jing yuan x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt xi ( ❛ honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips.❜ ) + daisy.

ii. WARNING(S) : mild mentions of blood and one fucked up appendix, this is lowkey selfship coded, reader is a doctor and is lowkey tired too, jing yuan is just a wee bit touchy, a tiiiny hint of angst. very small but i swear but it's all fluff and sweet talking.

# masterlist

“Come here.” 

He smiles in indulgence, fingers pattering playfully over hardwood. You consider his request, sugar melting over your tongue with the passing moment. You reach out for more candy as the twisting in your gut persists. A wingbeat draws your attention again. Jing Yuan is still staring straight at you.

“Why?” you ask carefully.

“Let me kiss you.” Blunt, to the point, so unlike the lilting riddles he’d spin and confuse you with. You shake your head. 

“I smell of blood.” you’d overseen the surgery of one insistent patient, a short lifer whose stomach cramps stemmed from an inflamed appendix. Even after washing yourself down you can’t quite rid the tang iron rimming your fingertips. 

Jing Yuan laughs. To him, everything may as well be a joke. Or a threat. Or a simple amusement. You consider it the happy experience of going senile with age ( you had expressed it to him. He’d laughed even harder till the birds in his hair clear out and his shoulders shook and trembled like his being was wracked with earthquakes ).

“Trust me, I’ve smelled far worse.” he assures you, leaning forth to take your hand, his lips pressing up against the palm. “Come.” A tug. You’re a slave to the way his eyes shine. You hate how he has you so easily stringed up and weak for his words ( your heart is racing, it’s a traitorous little thing ripping away at your chest and stealing your breath and warming your cheeks ).

His large hands settle you easily on his lap, drumming staccato over your hips. His lips find your temple next. “Darling mine.” he whispers. “Darling mine.”

“Yes.”

Jing Yuan smiles and shuts his eyes, curling his grip around the hook of your legs. The action in firm, steady, half patient, half wanting. “Look at me.”

You turn your head away.

He presses his face to your hair. “No?” he intones with feigned disappointment. “I cannot see your face?”

“No.” you play along, reaching for more of the rock candy. Jing Yuan stops you, and it’s warm, warm, warm all over. There’s is something tempered in his gaze. It’s a lazy adoration. 

“Is there any way I can appease my beloved then?” he muses. “Should I beg on my knees? Wax poetry?”

You groan. “No, no poetry, Jing Yuan.”

“No poetry either? My, you are a tough case, aren’t you?” he’s sweeping you away from the floor, draped on his lap and his chest. Your grasp lays upon his heart. You feel it beat. Your head turns and you face him, lips pursing as you try to stifle back the flustered curl tugging at the corners. “There.” he whispers. A finger taps at your jaw. 

He lets you close the gap and steal away gaping kisses.

“I’m weak for you, aren’t i?” you mumble mournfully between them. Jing Yuan softens to it. “An utter fool. An idiot.”

“Maybe. But I’d be a hypocrite for belittling you for it, no?” he’s chasing after your lips again in a rare moment of greed. He’s not a selfish man. Jing Yuan would let himself be rend by a thousand swords or scorched by starfire if it means another lives a life in peace. It’s a simple truth nestled in him, so blatant in its presence yet artfully tucked away beneath paraphernalia and other quirks picked over the centuries. 

( Jing Yuan who’d let himself bleed, bleed, bleed. )

Your nose nuzzles at the column of his neck. You will not be thinking of tragedy today. “Just keep holding me.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners. He is flesh and blood in your grasp. he is whole. He is him.

The respite is welcomed.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

working through this event like the damn aventurine boss jk jk. anyway i am ill for this man and i want him to hold me thank you.

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[moons-rising]

so... we’re officially moving away from the “7 accents 7 skins” system aren’t we? 10 accents 4 skins this brightshine! not complaining, it was only a matter of time since people clearly prefer making and using accents i guess~

[iiruwu]

Ok so i just finished ST4 and i really think that sth is going on with Robin and Nancy, at least on Robin's part. And honestly ive been queerbaited and disappointed so many times about shipping, and probably nothing romantic will happen between them, BUT i find interesting the way Maya played R around N. Like, you cannot convince me that Robin doesnt at least have a crush on Nancy.

i entirely agree dude. i find it fishy that they've decided to throw this character vickie into the mix and then they only have her in one single scene throughout like seven episodes? and not only this but the way robin rambles on and on and almost seems nervous around nancy but with vickie she isn't nearly as chatty, at least as far as we've seen. she also ends up caring for nancy so quickly compared to with steve and seems to want her approval of her quite badly. that aside UGHHH ME TOOO!!! i am so so tired of being queerbaited, especially when it comes to pairings like ronance that make so much sense and have the potential to be something with genuine depth. also call me crazy but i think nancy was a little annoyed with her at the beginning because she was a tiiiny bit attracted to her and was internally frustrated with this but, my delusions aside - maya definitely had romance in mind when portraying her character around nancy as well. i mean, considering the interviews alone and how many times she mentioned wanting robin being to be a relationship with nancy or just scenarios where robin is in love with her, its not even speculation, its just true. she definitely wishes there was romance somewhere in their dynamic (or tried to portrey this subtly), maybe in a way we haven't fully seen yet considering there are two more episodes. i fully believe there's a chance for a scenario to sprout where robin reveals she has feelings for nancy but is suppressing those emotions for steve's sake because he's interested in her as well.

[farfarawaygirl]

Mixed feelings-on one hand I like that Tim felt safe to share his childhood trauma in front of Lucy, so it implies some form of trust/friendship? I don’t want to overhype it tho & not sure if that negates the way he’s treated her so far. I’m glad we saw a tiiiny bit of the CaringLucy from before, but if the writers just push JealousLucy now, that’ll be disappointing. Love that she & Genny got along! Hopefully Genny will further Chenford but keeping expectations low bc duh🤡

Disclaimer: abuse is a prickly topic, and I want to have that here as a TW for people, as well as for me to state that every victim heals, and deals with the lasting outcome of abuse in their own way.

I hope we can agree that this conversation was not handled with the care and attention it deserves - yes, even if you liked it!

While in the past we have seen Tim disclose to Lucy about his childhood, I want to point out that there is no way Genny could have known that he had. She didn't even know who Lucy was. So, while you mention he felt safe to share with Lucy, and we know this to be true, Genny didn't. As an abuse survivor the last thing you want is others outing those events. This is a multi layered and complex issue.

I myself have a Complex PTSD diagnosis, which I am fine sharing, but I don't share the details with a lot of people. I would be mortified if my sister showed up at my place of work and alluded to, let alone confirmed details of my trauma.

Lucy relating the abuse of Tim's childhood to what she experience in Tim Tests, is not my cup of tea. I read that as her equating those event to abuse, and to her viewing Tim as the abuser. I think for anyone who had worked so hard to separate themselves from the abuser would be a harsh blow, especially from someone they had a close relationship with.

Let's be real clear here, I feel that the writers as a whole dropped the ball on the child abuse storyline. This is separate from shipping, or character growth. Child abuse is insidious and causes multigenerational harm - there wasn't even a PSA at the end. I do not feel that this was handled well.

When Lucy approached him at the end of the episode, yes Lucy was caring, and we saw the glimmer of her old self - but, she was caring about the wrong thing. She expressed that Tim's sister needs him, "it's clear you got the worst of it with your Father, but she lived through it with you," - I don't know if you are familiar with the expression 'everything after the word “but” is bullshit, and essentially makes everything before “but,” meaningless" - for me this was a miss. You don't send an abuse victim back to the place of abuse. I can see why people hyped this moment, but it lacks the empathy and intuition we have see from Lucy before.

I hope that we get better on Sunday, because I am telling you that I know that I am not alone in feeling like these moments were mishandled. And, yes, trauma and healing are MESSY, and ongoing, and complex, but to ignore the absolutely gut wrenching throwaway line of seven year old Tim having his head smashed into a wall, or being left with a compass in Griffith Park, is irresponsible.

It's 2021 - this topic deserves better.

[nyaitsu-writes]

HIIIII to complete the eve pair can i get hiyori relationship hcs 👉👈? also can i be 🌷 anon hehe?

YEEES!! ty so much 🌷 anon, i was totally looking forward to someone asking for some hiyori hcs that matched jun’s hehe every day is a good day with hiyori at your side!! so i might have gotten a tiiiny bit carried away when writing these oops

✧ hiyori | relationship hcs ✧

HIYORI TOMOE;

✦ hiyori plans all your dates in advance. he’s always looking for cute little places to visit with you and probably keeps a notebook with ideas on what to do together. cafe dates are a must: you two have tea together and try a lot of different desserts and cakes. he’ll take a lot of pictures to commemorate the date too.

✦ everything he does, hiyori does it at 100% energy, loving included. pda! presents! words of affirmation! you get the whole package with him but really, he’s such a cuddle bug. if it was his choice, he’d be hugging you for the rest of his life but alas, life is unfair.

✦ he loves running his hand through your hair the most, but his hands are pretty much everywhere: holding yours, on your cheeks, behind your back, patting your head. he gets even clingier under bad weather, so you better be prepared for intense cuddling sessions with him!

✦ you catch hiyori staring at you pretty much daily. when you ask him about it, he sighs in delight (but a bit dramatically), as he takes your hands between his and looks at you straight in the eye. for some reason, he looks slightly offended by your question but he’s smiling as he answers.

✦ “How am I even supposed not to look at you! My beautiful sunshine, the prettiest, most perfect person in the entire universe!! I like staring at beautiful things, of course I will stare at you!”

✦ matching! couple! outfits! hiyori used his best puppy eyes until you accepted… and you weren’t disappointed at all. hiyori comes up with full outfits for both of you. everything is perfectly tailored to both of your tastes but simple enough so that it can be everyday wear. there’s something about wearing similar clothes to his special other, matching accessories or using the same colours that makes hiyori smile brighter than usual.

✦ further into your relationship he got you matching rings too. everyone had a heart attack when they saw popular idol hiyori tomoe with a ring. on his ring finger, absolutely out of nowhere. social media blew up with the pic of you two and your matching rings, with the caption “together with my fav person in the world <3”. sorry guys, looks like you’re married now.

[beauty-and-passion]

Blog update: a bit of overestimating

Hey people, wanna hear a funny story? Today I finished writing down the analysis of The universe inside, the first song of Thomas' playlist.

Yes, I’m still at the first one. Yes, it took me almost one week. Nothing serious, I am definitely not scared, because if it took me all this time for just one song, how long would it take to reach the last one? Not all songs are complicated like this one, but they're not easy songs either (and some might be worse).

Moral of the story: I overestimated myself, but, like, a tiny bit. A tiiiny little bit (read: a lot).

And yes, that means one week won't be enough for me to finish that analysis, split it and start proofreading/posting.

So, well, do not expect Thomas' playlist analysis post to come out anytime soon. I will still be a little active around here, I will keep lurking around and answering to asks, but no huge analyses posts for now. They require time. A lot of time.

I will blame Mr. Sanders for it.

I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but I don't have as much time as I would and that little time I have is also packed with other stuff to do. You just have to be patient. You waited a long time already, so it won't be too much of a problem to wait some more, mmmh? ;)

[moni-harmonia]

Windblume Finale

[Contains spoilers for the last mission]

So I expected the last part to be short, and I expected to have some kind of cutscene similar to the one in Liyue. But I am a tiiiny bit disappointed that it was the same cutscene that we saw in the trailer, only extended and with some dialogue.

It’s not a bad cutscene at all! I love it! But for the big finale I was expecting to see something new, I thought the trailer was just showing us bits of the interactions that we could expect to see in the event. I’m glad to have the full cutscene and extended, but I wish we could have had just a little more than that. As much as I loved the trailer when it came out, now I kinda wish they wouldn’t have shown that cutscene, it would have been a nice surprise in-game.

But other than that, I liked the scene with Venti, the cutscene was cute and the event has overall been really fun. It’s just sad now that I realize we’re not going to see these characters for a while most likely. I guess it was fun while it lasted, but now I’m sad because I really want more content with them now, I hate having to wait for more. I’m satisfied, but at the same time I realize how much I loved these interactions and wish to have more soon.

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 43

You go back to work, and come to terms with what’s happened.

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 3k

Genre: fluff, angst, idfk

Warnings: Tiiiny bit of cursing, a hint of depression

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“Girl, he broke up with you? What happened?” 

“I don’t know,” you moan, clapping your hands to your ears. Her voice persists, echoing inside your head.

“He liked her more. You were never even together, and he still couldn’t wait to get rid of you.”

“Stop it. Shut up.”

“Poor, traumatized Y/n, who’s been nothing but trouble. Y/n, who’s an anxious little nobody. Y/n, trying to drag a star like him down to your level.”

“That’s not true!” “He hates you. Why else would he do that? He knows what she did to you, and he’s with her anyways. He hates you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But you do, Y/n.”

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

Unlike most of your nightmares, for once you don’t bolt upwards in a panic. Your eyes simply open at the sound of your alarm and blink several times. 

After a moment of stillness, you reach for your phone. It’s time for a change. Waking up to his voice every day used to be a delight, but now… you switch the sound back to the default alarm noise. It’s been all of one day since you awoke to his betrayal– twenty-four hours since the second of the two people you trusted most in the world was lost to you. 

And I had to go from hearing one in my sleep to getting woken up by the other, you think humorlessly as you shove your blanket off and stretch.

Kang Seoyeon. You’ve spent so long thinking only of her attack, that flash of hair, that shove into the river, that learning her name feels like a punch in the stomach. She’s not just a nightmare. You don’t know whether you’re relieved or horrified. 

Doesn’t matter. You have work today. The dark cloud that formed after Lisa’s disappearance, the same one that grew in weight when you saw Seoyeon’s picture on Lisa’s laptop and again when your mom cut you off– it overwhelmed you yesterday after you saw the news about him and Seoyeon. The feeling, the horrible, gnawing darkness got so intense that something inside of you seemed to break, and the pressure simply… lifted. 

You survived an attempt on your life. You didn’t need him then, and you don’t need him now, especially since he’s made it clear that he doesn’t need you either.

And so you get dressed in more layers than you need, put on makeup, and walk to the subway station. You’d take an Uber but now, more than ever, you need to save money. Thanks, Mom. Maybe you can find a flat with lower rent further from the city? Or check with student housing? Right, you’re still a student.

As you approach, you notice a commotion around the studio. There’s a crowd outside, a mix of what look like fans and paparazzi. You tug your collar up in the hopes that you’re not spotted, but–

“Y/n! Any comment on Suga’s new girlfriend?”

“Just a quick photo, please!”

“Do you think Suga cheated on you?”

“Y/n! What do you have to say to Kang Seoyeon?”

“Are the rumors that you’ve been missing work true?”

“How did your relationship end?”

“No comment,” you say, the tidal wave of noise crashing down onto you as you fight for breath amidst the crowd. Despite the heat of all the bodies, you begin to shiver. “Please let me through.”

“Y/n!” A familiar voice rings out above the confusion. Avery, your director, stands tall in the doorway. “Let her pass. We will not be commenting or taking questions at this time.”

With Avery’s help, you manage to push through the mob, half collapsing once the large studio doors have closed behind you. Inside the studio, the cast and crew bustle about, almost busier than usual.

“Are you okay?” Avery asks, concerned.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. Avery, look, I’m sorry I haven’t been at filming–”

“It’s in the past,” the director says kindly. “I know you’ve been through a lot. But… well, Y/n, you need a manager. A real manager. I’ve been talking with some of my agency friends, and I think-”

“I have a manager,” you interrupt. Unless… you Googled the statistics of surviving a kidnapping for as long as Lisa’s been gone. The research alone made you feel nauseous. But Lisa’s alive. She has to be. Right?

Avery folds her arms, as though she can tell something’s off. “Really? Then where’s your driver? Who’s organizing your gigs, negotiating your wages? Who’s hiring you a bodyguard? ‘Cause the people outside are showing me that you need one.”

“She just-”

“Where’s the publicist managing your online presence? You shouldn’t have to do this all on your own, Y/n. And for god’s sake, where is the person who’s supposed to keep celebrities like you from going off the deep end?”

“I’m not a celebrity, Avery! I’m not him, okay?”

“I know. But you have to understand, no one has ever been in a position like yours. BTS have a powerful fanbase, and none of them have dated before, least of all dated a virtual nobody. I know your relationship wasn’t real,” she continues, seeing you about to protest. “But it’s what needed to happen to protect both of your reputations. You skipped a lot of steps on the way to fame, Y/n. You need an experienced manager to keep you on track.” Avery shrugs. “I can email you a list of people you should talk to. Now, have you talked to your professors about missing classes? Will you be ready to go?”

“What? Go where?”

Avery raises a brow. “We’re filming on location next week, remember? There’s been an on-set announcement every day this week, and the email was sent out a month ago.”

Oh. What? You’ve barely been onset this week, so overwhelmed were you with the terror that Seoyeon had managed to instill within you. But you’ve been checking your email and your phone messages almost obsessively after you’d learned that the university had messaged you about Lisa’s disappearance first. You won’t let anything like that happen again. And yet… “I haven’t, uh… I haven’t gotten any emails about that.” 

 “Check your spam folder, I’m certain you received them.” Avery says cooly. “Anyways, you’ve missed a lot of work. Can I assume you’re back for good?”

“Yes.” You reply immediately. “Absolutely, ma’am. I’m very, very sorry for not being present lately. I’ll work hard to make up for it.” Is the existence of Seoyeon, and the unknown connection between her and Lisa, still terrifying? Of course. Does his sudden relationship with Seoyeon, after seeing him only two days ago, make your heart feel like it’s being shredded into pieces? Maybe. But you’ve broken yourself back together; no one can hurt you anymore.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Avery says, satisfied. “Now, go on to wardrobe, it’s gonna be a long day. We’re filming three episodes’ worth of your and Yoongi’s scenes.”

You gulp. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Speaking of Yoongi…” Avery checks her watch. “He’s late. Whatever– go get dressed.”

With nothing more to say, you make for the dressing rooms. And of course, who has to exit in full costume but…

“Y/n.”

You nod, your usual irrepressible anger nowhere to be seen. No one can hurt you anymore. “Jeongyeon.”

“I heard about you and Yoongi.” Jeongyeon seems to attempt to muster her usual obnoxious sneer, but it falls flat. You suppose your expression is just pitiful enough to put off her bullying.

“Ah, yeah.” You don’t know what else to say. It was just a fake relationship, so you should be glad it’s over. After all, Bang PD had said the arrangement could end whenever you wanted it to… and clearly, he wanted it to.

“Well, whatever. How does he go from bad to worse, am I right? Did you see his new girl?”

There she is, you think, watching Jeongyeon slip back into the character you know so well.

“Anyways,” she continues. “I heard we’re sharing a trailer for when we film on location. Don’t even think about stealing my bobby pins.”

You salute your costar ironically before brushing past her into the dressing rooms. 

Forty minutes later, you’re finally clothed in all your beautiful layers, your face perfectly made up. You’re an actress, a professional. Whatever is happening in your personal life, you have to put it aside for the sake of your work.

“So pretty~” the stylist coos as she expertly fixes your hair. You hear the door open, but you can’t move to see who entered as the stylist continues: “Doesn’t she look lovely?”

“Ah, yeah.”

Your eyes widen at his voice. The stylist still has a hold of your hair, and you can’t turn to look at him.

After an eternal silence, he clears his throat. “Anyways, Avery sent me here for hair and makeup?”

“Yes, Mr. Min, just one more second while I finish up with Y/n here…” after what seems like a lungful of hairspray, you’re set free. At last, you turn and look at Min Yoongi.

The shadows under his eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them, and his normally good posture has disappeared for slumped shoulders. Must be the stress of a new relationship.

“Y/n,” Yoongi starts. “Look, I–”

“It’s okay,” you interrupt, pasting a smile onto your face. “It’s whatever, Yoongi, alright?”

“Uh, right.” Yoongi fidgets with one of his rings, seemingly at a loss.

“I just…” you can feel your facade begin to slip, and shake your head. “Never mind. I’ll see you onset.”

~~~

Yoongi watches you go, clenching his fist. He wasn’t expecting to see you at work today, and he definitely wasn’t expecting… well, whatever that was.

He doesn’t know why he feels a little disappointed to realize how okay you are with this situation. Certainly far more okay than he is. Maybe you really were eager to get out of your relationship. 

Shit. He wishes he could fix this, wishes he could tell you everything. A shiver runs down his spine, though, when he remembers exactly why he can’t talk to you.

“You go to the police,” Seoyeon said, holding out her phone so Yoongi can see, “you talk to the paparazzi, or your precious little girlfriend, and this one will be gone before anyone can find her.”

Yoongi gulped. “How do I know that’s not doctored?”

He received a shrug. “That’s a chance you’ll have to take. Now, we’re going to do this my way. Want to keep Y/n safe? And the other one too?” She nods at the photo on her phone. “Follow my rules, and they won’t get hurt. But I’ll be keeping this one… for insurance.”

“You’re insane.”

Seoyeon winked. “Nope, just a fan!”

Faking a relationship with your attacker, seeing the insurance she’s kept, and knowing that he can’t tell you any of it, is almost too much for Yoongi. But he’s got D working to track Lisa’s phone, and Avery to suggest you hire bodyguards. Sure, he may be stretched thin enough to snap, but he’ll keep everyone safe. He has to.

~~~

You’re hanging around on the indoor set of what’s supposed to be a busy town market filled with extras. You’re always amazed at the movie magic that allows the simple set such versatility. 

You can hear him before you see him: the cast and crew can never help but murmur at the biggest star in the show. And yet, you don’t turn to look. It’s not like you’re avoiding him, but… well, he has to have realized that he hurt you, right? And of course, now you have to play the brokenhearted ex, since all your coworkers think the relationship was real. Which means more lies.

But it’s okay. You’re strong. Stronger than him, stronger than his new girlfriend. 

“Okay!” Avery barks, and the present company jumps to attention. “I know there’s a lot of excitement on set today, so I hope everyone remembers to keep things professional. Now, let’s get started. Episode 13, scene 6. The scene: Kim Ji-Woo has just returned from her trip to the countryside as she recovers from Mr. Moon’s sudden engagement to Mi-Gyeong, the wealthy Mr. Gang’s younger sister. They bump into each other at the market and Mr. Moon invites Ji-Woo to the ball held in honor of the engagement. Ready, and… action!”

You move quickly into the view of the camera, waving at the imaginary coachman behind you. “No, really, it’s alright! I can walk home, Father should have the carriage in any case– yes, goodbye now, good- oh!” 

Not looking where you were going, you walk right into Yoongi. Your basket clatters onto the dirt road and for a second you feel the urge to stay there in his arms as you have so many times before. “I’m terribly sorry, Mr- Mr. Moon?” you allow your voice to tremble for a second. Here he is, the man who had promised himself to you, and then turned around and chose to love another. Here he is, and every feeling you tried to bury comes rushing back. But… no. There’s still your dignity to think about.

“My apologies,” you murmur, reaching down to grab your basket as you curtsy. Basket secured, you’re quick to turn away from the newly-engaged man who, only weeks before, had secretly asked you to marry him. 

“Oh, wait, wait! Miss Kim!” Mr. Moon extends his arm, his hand barely brushing yours. Your skin prickles with equal parts excitement and pain.

You can’t ignore so blatant a summons. You look back at him slowly. “Is there something I may help you with, sir?” Sir. How long has it been since you were able to call him by his given name? 

“Please, I…” Mr. Kim pauses, his jaw tense. “My father is hosting a ball tonight. In honor of my engagement.”

“Congratulations,” you reply, as drily as your good manners will allow. For what reason is he reminding you of his betrayal?

“Would you attend, as my guest? Your sisters are most certainly welcome as well,” Mr. Moon says, his voice just shy of pleading.

Is he out of his mind? No, he’s just pulling rank and expecting you to say yes. No sane country girl such as yourself could ever turn down an invitation from a man of such good breeding.

And yet, he led you to believe he loved you, and you him, before turning tail and running towards a much better match. All the good you saw in him then… where is it now?

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, staring at him. “But my family will be unable to attend. I wish you the best in your life, and in a very… happy marriage. Good day, Mr. Moon.”

“Good– ah.” You can’t see Mr. Moon rub his eyes tiredly,  for you’ve already walked away, full of determination. I don’t need him.

“Cut! Holy shit, guys!” Avery claps loudly, a wide grin on her face. “I think that was the best I’ve ever seen you two together. Keep it up! Let’s use that take. Okay, next, episode 14, scenes 30-33.”

The workday is long and brutal, but you’d never complain– at least you still have a job, after the absentee stunt you pulled.

Speaking of absentee… Lisa. It’s been a month now since she’s disappeared, and maybe you could have chalked it up to some quarter-life crisis at first. After all, she bought that plane ticket to America. 

But a month? And the police are still looking for her. They must have a reason to believe it’s more than university angst, right?

You need to face the facts, Y/n. And the facts are that Lisa must have been kidnapped. And to stay alive a month after being kidnapped… 

You can’t think about it. But you can’t not think about it. And if you’re moving past Yoongi, you have to move past your best friend, too. 

“Avery?” You approach the director , who’s giving instructions to an assistant, after the cast has been dismissed for the day. At your voice, she glances up.

“Y/n, what can I do for you?”

“I’m…” You take a deep breath, knowing your nightmares will take revenge on you. “I’m ready to look for a manager. Can you email me your contacts?” Hopefully you receive them– the fact that you haven’t noticed any emails about filming on location is really concerning.

Avery smiles. “Of course, Y/n. I really do wish you the best.”

“Thank you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Yoongi wander your way. Avery seems to notice him as well, and manages to disappear before you can blink. The set has cleared out for the most part, with only some cosmetologists and stylists packing up.

“Hey, stranger,” you greet him. Yoongi’s eyes dart back and forth nervously.

“I’m sorry.” He finally blurts out.

“What?” Your voice remains neutral. Is he apologizing for knowing Seoyeon without telling you? For dating her? 

Yoongi reaches for your hand before freezing. “I don’t know how this is going to end, Y/n, but in case something goes wrong, I need to tell you that I’m so, so sorry.”

Yoongi… “You can’t do that,” you say eventually. He can’t hurt you anymore, but that doesn’t mean you won’t tell him the truth. “You can’t play with me like this, Yoongs. You can’t tell me that I’m safe and then turn around and hold her hand. You can’t come back and apologize for your actions after what she did to me. What she might have done to Lisa! Do you even hear yourself?” You’re half-shouting before you realize it, but you can’t stop. “Christ, I knew celebrities were selfish, but this is god-tier bullshit. She could have killed me, Yoongi! Would you still have loved her then?”

“I don’t–” Yoongi stops short before shaking his head. “You don’t understand.”

“So teach me.”

“I… can’t.”

You breathe in sharply, gripping your bag. “Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you. And, Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful.”

[silver-grasp]

Anyway there’s like no fic for NiF2, there isn’t even a separate fandom tag for it, but I have to say I’m a tiiiny bit disappointed there isn’t even a single Xiao Pingzhang/Meng Qianxue/Xun Feizhan fic out there. I just think they’re neat.

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Can you do a scenario for Law being horny while touching his s/o while she's asleep also touching himself or grinding on her, making his s/o wake up surprise but also turned on. Can you make it long and rough NSFW Please.

I know that somnophilia is a kink butsince it’s bordering on being noncon I will put a warning here- don’tread if that kind of thing makes you uncomfortable!!! And also, Ionly do short filth scenarios sorry dear I hope it’s still okay xD

Law filthy mini-scenario: Among the Sleep

Warning for Somnophilia!!!

It was really quite unusual for a night in thesubmarine to be that quiet, but for once it seemed that every member ofthe Heart Pirates went to sleep early, with no one still lingering around the hallways or even having a drunken party in the pantry…. my, what an odd phenomenon.

Well, but this wouldn’t be Trafalgar Law’screw if there wasn’t at least a tiiiny thing off this night.

„(Y/N)-ya… fuck…“ silent cursesand hoarse groans escaped the captain’s lips as he found himself unable tofall asleep and not in the mood to take his sleeping pills this time. No,instead his attention had shifted from the inexplicable tent in his boxers to the woman next to him, and even though he questioned his own sanity and motivesall throughout this act, it was clear that his need for attention andrelief had already clouded his mind. Hands desperately fumbled around with the set of boxers that hid his bulging erection, and even though the question remained where those sudden feelings came from, Law had no issue with beginning to masturbate right there, next to you. Soon enough he found that his hand weren’t enough though and the desperate pumps on his manhood slowed down as he could hear you move around, your nightgown shifting to the side a bit, thus revealing a small area of soft, (s/c) skin, which immediately caught his full perverted interest.

Without any second thought the youngsurgeon crawled closer to you, his eyes focussed on the newlyrevealed skin, and an immense want and hunger was radiating off ofhis body. Law couldn’t help but feel ashamed of himself for evenconsidering to do something so animalistic and depraved to you, all while youwere simply enjoying a good night’s sleep- but once you turned onyour side, fully facing him, and he could see your nipples, who hadprobably hardened because of the chilly air, rubbing against thefabric of your gown… he couldn’t help but to lunge forward, hishand quickly slipping inside of your nightgown to start cupping yourbreasts.

„Mh…“ a small and suprisingly happy moanalmost immediately rolled off your lips and send another shiver downhis body as his manhood began to ache like never before, and Law knewthat what he was doing was wrong already, to touch your body withoutyour permission, but the excitement running through his body made him bold and caused him to keep going, longing to feel more and more.

A hand carefully stroke over your nowsensitive bud before pinching it oh so slightly, causing anothermoan to escape your mouth. A big red blush began to form on the youngman’s cheeks as he studied your reaction and face closely, and theexpression of slight comfort and pleasure playing on your features almost madehim go crazy.

Law continued to touch your sweet bosomfor a couple more minutes, he wanted to make sure that every lastpiece of your sensitive skin received some proper treatment to makeup for his unruly behaviour, while soft gasps and purrs escaped fromyour mouth almost constantly. But eventually his actions came to astop as he noticed your legs rubbing against each other, and thesmall pool of wetness that had formed on the fabric of your lowernightgown and panties.

„Wet already? Seems like I’m not theonly naughty one here, (Y/N)-ya…“ Law whispered hoarsely and placed anapologetic kiss to your cheek as his hand moved down, under yournightgown and slipped right inside your panties. A groan louder thanhe had intended escaped from his lips as he felt the immenseslickness that immediately stained his fingers, and with no time towaste he pushed his index finger inside of your sweet trove, whilehis thumb formed circles on your sensitive clit.

„Ah… Hah…“ the moans thatrolled off your lips started to become more highpitched as your bodyjolted forward almost automatically, seeking out new heights ofpleasure that Law would be giving to you. As the wetness and tightnesssurrounding his fingers increased, Law decided to use his other handto bring some satisfaction to himself, but his dick was alreadytwitching from excitement, signaling that he wouldn’t last long atthis rate.

With an ashamed groan he pulled backhis fingers, making you whine in disappointment, and with no secondthought he turned you on your back, your womanhood now fully exposedand the sheer sight of it send another shudder through his body as hecarefully rubbed against your sensitive skin with his manhood.

The whole room was quickly filled withmoans, and the previously so quiet night had turned into a feast ofdesire as Law continued to rub and grind against you without actuallyentering. No way he would defile your body in such a way without your consent, and even though he was aware of the boundaries he was already pushing, Law liked to remind himself that he had at least some self-control…

That was, until a new sound broke theatmosphere.

„Put it in already, Law…“ a newexpression of shock and suprise settled on his face as Law lookeddown to check that he didn’t hallucinate and that it was really yourvoice he had just heard. Your hips were now beginning to arch upwards and rubbed against his dick as well, and although your eyes were still closed, there was a mocking smile dancing on your trembling lips…

„(Y/N)-ya! You’re… hold on… wereyou awake this whole time?!“ the young surgeon furrowed his eyes,forgetting about the pleasure for a moment as he simply eyed you withdisbelief and uncertainity. Did you… did you really just pretend to sleep during this entire ordeal?!

“I couldn’t sleep… and listening to you masturbate was so hot…” you admitted with a playful voice as a challenging smirk danced on your lips, “If you knew that I was awake you would have made me work for it again, like you always do… so this was a nice chance to get some pleasure for free!”

The surgeon shook his head with a groan as a smirk began to make its way to his lips. Honestly, and here he thought he was the perverted one…

“Then you should have stayed quiet, (Y/N)-ya. Because now I won’t hold back anymore!” Law announced as he pulled away, only to plunge deep into your trove right after, making your whole body jolt upwards. Moans and groans quickly filled the room as both of you were now working towards the sweet release you yearned for…

…and it certainly wasn’t a quiet night anymore.

[allmycharactersaregay]

Yoooo!! So for the writer asks, how about 2, 3, 5, 10, 13, 28 and 37? Or just the ones you feel like is fine, too hjdkjfd I just went through the list and realised I wanted to ask pretty much all of them, so feel free to answer any of the others you feel like, too ✨👾😌💙💙💙

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

I just answered this so I’ll go with another one: long-distance relationships. More specifically, online friends eventually turning into something more until the moment they finally meet. Guaranteed to make me soft every time I read it. I did a tiiiny bit of it in one of my fics but it was only some background story I mentioned, but I’d love to do a fic based on this trope.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Not sure if this is a trope or an au (idk I’m dumb when it comes to these things), but omegaverse is something I wouldn’t write and usually tend to avoid reading, too.

5. Share one of your strengths.

Uhhh I don’t know if it’s a strength, but what I *do* like about my writing is the introspection bits of my fics, where I get into a certain character’s head and try to think as them. And I’d like to think I’m getting better at characterization? IDK AAAA

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

wrap yourself around me (i admit defeat), this Shiragoshi I wrote for someone really special to me happened in pretty much one sitting, even though it took me way longer than that to edit and be happy with it.

Also when i see your light shine (i know i’m home) !! It practically wrote itself when I was supposed to be working on the longfic you’re reading now dksfjf

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

I just answered this too but I have more advice: the dumbest, shittiest draft can become an amazing story. Just because you don’t like how it came out at the first try, doesn’t mean it isn’t good. You can’t perfect something that doesn’t exist in the first place, so just write whatever comes to your mind and the rest can be edited later. (The person who wrote the actual advice worded it way better than me but this is what you get dfjsdl)

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

This is the reason why it took me so long to answer this ask. I debated whether or not to add friends on this list because I admire each and every one of my writer friends, and I didn’t want anyone to feel left out but I’m actually gonna do a separate post about that laterTM. Since this only asks for three, that’s what you’re getting.

@worthlesspride (DeathBelle on Ao3). The reason why I fell and never got out of Shiragoshi hell, and if you’ve met me I’ve *begged* you to read Plumage. She could make me ship anyone with anyone, and her writing is just so good. Pick any of her works and you won’t be disappointed. I haven’t had the time lately to read her two latest fics (anyone’s, actually), but I don’t even need to read them to know they’re good, I loved everything I’ve read from her anyway.

@lavendori (lavendori on Ao3). Her characterization is always so on point and the way humor comes through in her stories is really good. If you haven’t, please please read is that your heart on my sleeve? or her ongoing Tsukikage fic! Also, she’s the sweetest, talking to her is always a delight.

@lozza342 (Lozza342 on Ao3). I love her writing because she can go from melting your heart with the fluffiest fluff to shredding it into pieces with the angstiest angst (also her smut is so good). My absolute fav from her is Make it Work but I love everything she writes, even when she makes me cry. And I love her, too!!

37. Talk about your current wips.

OOF. I have over 25 wips but the ones I’m actively working on rn are:

A Kenhina collab with Jules - Kenma’s a streamer, his neighbor’s cat starts visiting his apartment every day and eventually he meets the cat’s owner, sunshine impersonated aka Hinata. It’s dumb and v self-indulgent just like I love my fics.

A Shiragoshi omg they were roommates longfic, also a collab with an artist!! While there’s still fluff, it’s more hurt/comfort with musician Shirabu and gay disaster Goshiki.

A Goshikin short and dumb and extremely self-indulgent story based on Loz’ Spring Flower. Dm on discord me if you want a snippet just for you.

And I made this too long already so I’ll stop here but I have tons of wips I love talking about if you want more;;

Send me numbers so I can keep procrastinating at work!

[star-killer89]

CAUGHT UP WITH THE DUCKTALES (2017) SEASON 2 FINALE *OPINIONS*

Not too shabby considering I had to binge the last 4 episodes in a row (and technically the last one is 40 minutes long, so it’s like having to see 5 normal episodes in a row), but in any case, quick opinions after the break for spoilers.

I’d say, not bad all in all. I liked that they brought everyone of the good guys back for the Season Finale, including those that rarely even showed up in this Season (like Cousins Fethry and Gladstone or even Amunet from S1) and, TBH, I was also not expecting to see Gabby McStabberson between the good guys....Good for her. And I’m ESPECIALLY happy that they also gave Glamgold a part in the second half of it (seriously, everytime he’s on screen he steals the whole scene).

And it got violent too. I mean, they straight up murdered at least two ducks....Well, I mean, they were both Gyros and AT LEAST one of them was 100% a clone...but still.

What kinda put me off though was the final twist. I mean, not the fact Scrooge’s lawyers were the directors of F.O.W.L. (I mean, they're literally vultures, so who better than them to lead the Fiendish Organization for World Larceny?), but it was actually some of the members showed:

I mean, sure, I can understand Black Heron, Steelbeak (even though I’d have preferred to see once again Jim Starling/Negaduck in his place) and John D. Rockerduck (even though they haven’t explained yet how he was able to live to the mordern days...probably, like his short appearance suggested, he too was frozen in ice like Scrooge) but Gandra Dee? Why? She wasn’t really “villain-material” when she appeared in ‘The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!’.

Also, adding the Phantom Blot under the Funso's Fun Zone Mascot was kinda odd. Does this mean he was under that costume the WHOLE time since Season 1? I don’t know... possibily it’ll all be explained in Season 3.

Moreover, the other thing I was a little disappointed is that in this Season there wasn’t that much focus on Scrooge. I mean, of course once Della came back to Earth all the focus of the second half of the Season would have been shifted to her and the kids, but still. Maybe the fact there were also SO MANY GODDAMN HIATUSES IN BETWEEN EPISODES didn’t help that much either. Considering the first 6 episodes of the Season aired ALMOST ONE FRICKING YEAR AGO (on October 2018) and the ones leading to half-Season were all showed in a row in May, it made remembering the first 16 episodes quite difficult in the long run. I really hope they will stop with this idiotic schedule they adopted with these 2 Seasons and we will finally have a one-episode-per-week schedule, or at least SOMETHING that goes close to that!

Oh, and, finally, I totally ship Launchpad and Penny now!

I call it: PenPad! Reeeeally hope they’ll take at least one episode to delve into this new ship in S3!

Final Vote: 8/10. I liked Season 1 maybe a tiiiny bit more than this, but finally having Della with the whole crew and seeing the dinamics with her and the kids was really entertaining (and maybe in Season 3 we will have more episodes focusing on the whole crew together, considering Donald took Della’s place and went MIA for the second half of the Season).