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paddockbunny · 2 years

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Summary: Aria Armund is hired by Alpine as an "image guardian" for a reluctant Pierre Gasly - AKA she is hired to be his "babysitter". What happens as the season progresses and both of them have their buttons pressed by the other? And what happens when one of them suggests making a rather interesting bet? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Aria Armund (OC) Word Count : 4,418 Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, misogynistic Pierre, language, mention of sex & blowjobs, descriptions of women's bodies etc. 💞Authors Note : This is going to be written from a first person narrative and will switch from Aria's POV and Pierre's POV. No idea how long this will be but I'm considering posting every race day (not sure yet due to work commitments, as usual). OH, and if you want to be added to a tag list then please comment on the newest chapter's before I make a dedicated page for it!!

Pierre

I let out a long, laboured sigh as I slide into the car. I really didn’t want to be doing this. I would much rather have been still in bed with Jessica - or was it Jenna or maybe Jennie, fuck maybe it was Julie? It began with a J in any case. And anyway, who fucking cares?! All that mattered was I had to peel myself away from her this morning to get to the factory on time for this dumb as fuck meeting. A groan escaped me as I suddenly remembered how fucking phenomenal Jessica (Jenna, Jennie or Julie) was at giving head and how I would much rather be getting sucked off right now rather than go to this boring meeting where some big wigs will talk AT me not TO me for a few hours and waste my day.

Ben opens the door on the other side of the car and gets in. He slides into the back next to me and I can’t help but glance over at him as as he checks his watch and tuts about the fact we’re going to be late. I let him stew instead of answering him. There’s no point. Last year I realised pretty quickly he was one of those types of guys. The ones that were so regimented and anal about doing things right and on time that even a minute behind schedule and he would be having an internal meltdown. I just let him do what he wants without input from me. So I pull my phone from my jeans pocket and smirk to myself when I see a DM from a Jocelyn Silva pop up - JOCELYN! Her name was Jocelyn! - so I click on it and it’s a photo. She’s lying in the bed I had just left her in throwing the camera some “come hither eyes” with a tiny little pout dancing across her full (filler injected) lips. But I only fleetingly glance at her face, it’s lower that I pay more attention too and the fact the bedsheet barely covered her exquisite boobs and the deep sun kissed glow from her tanned skin. I’m sure she said she was a model or trying to be a model and really, it wasn’t a stretch to imagine her in a bikini or lingerie in front of a camera. I swallow instinctively upon remembering what she tasted like last night before actually reading the text that went along with her provocative pic.

Jocelyn_S_Silva: 💋 last night was fun Papi, let’s do it again sometime?xxx

Was it too soon to ask if she would be down for tonight? That picture she sent was enough to give me blue balls for the rest of the day. I clear my throat so I don’t laugh aloud at how ridiculous I sounded. No pussy was that good to go chasing after so quickly. So I sent a stock response back;

PierreGasly: until we do…give me something to remember you by?🍑

And click off my phone to stare out of the window hoping I could stay in control of the blood rushing down toward my dick. It was raining (again) in England. The country looked so dull and grey in comparison to some of the other places we visited with the travelling circus that was F1 but they wanted me here, in Enstone for a meeting ahead of flying out for testing next week. Ben’s ear had already been significantly chewed off about that. I was supposed to be at the PSG match tonight, had a date lined up and everything - Aletta Dekker, sister of Lars Dekker the Dutch tennis player. We’d gone out a few times, fucked a lot, but I actually got on well with her. We could chat without feeling the need for it to go anywhere. It was just some fun with no strings attached. I didn’t have the balls to let her down over the phone so chickened out and text her saying I needed a rain check. The irony now as the rain hammered down on the car as we drove down a monotonous English motorway was not lost on me.

It took close to two hours to get to the factory. I never stayed near it simply because there was fucking nothing there so we’d come up from London to the factory and go back when the day was over. It wasn’t like all those years at AT where you could at least be in the beautiful Italian countryside and take in the stunning landscapes out the window, not fields and copious amounts of cows and sheep. When we finally pulled in front of the building where all the offices and important rooms with important people in them were, Ben finally asked if I knew what this was all about. Seriously, he didn’t even question this random meeting until the moment he stepped out of the car and I couldn’t help but shake my head at him. I liked Ben, he had become a good friend over the course of last year. It’s hard not to grow close to someone you see pretty much every day and does everything with you.

“No idea.” I told him as he rounded the back of the car as I shut the car door. “Hope I’m getting a raise for dealing with all that shit last year though.” Ben laughed at my words, which weren’t intended as a joke but must have sounded like one. As two of the guys from Alpine came out from the building to greet us, apologise for the bad weather and issue us inside my phone buzzed in my pocket and I wondered if that was the photo I had asked that Jocelyn girl for earlier. Took her time didn’t she? I made sure I didn’t scoff and tried to stay professional as we walked through the building while the guys I had met a million times before talked about the weather and asked me if it was better in Paris - clearly not clocking the tan I was sporting to realise I had certainly not spent my winter break in Paris.

“We’re just in here, Pierre.” The shorter, more rotund one of the two opened the door and held it open for me. I’d been in here before. It was where I had that big meeting with the big bosses after the incident in Singapore but the less said about that the better. I recognised everyone in the room. Otmar and the like were all sitting around the oval table and got up immediately to welcome me. But my eyes were firmly trained on the mass of long brown curls and feminine shoulders that were still sat at the table facing away from me. This was a new addition. There hadn’t usually been a woman at these meetings before. I glance around and confirmed no one had been fired and I hadn’t found out. So maybe she was just a new PR girl or one of the girls that worked in the offices at the factory. Otmar suggested I take a seat and so I did. The mystery girls head turned slightly, enough that I could make out some of her features. Cute straight nose, naturally full lips and high as hell cheekbones. She had to have only been around 23 or 24 perhaps? But maybe I was wrong and she only just looked younger - I wasn’t the best at women’s ages and my I knew better than to presume I knew anything about the feminine being anyway - anyway, as Otmar started speaking I would be sure to find out exactly who this new addition was.

“As you know, at the end of last season I told you I would be discussing things with some of our bosses and whatnots at the end of year review we have. The big debrief meeting where all the heads of department get together and talk about the good things and the not so good things that happened and how we could look to improve in the future. Y’know, like our race debriefs at the end of a race day….” Yeah Otmar, I know, I’m not fucking stupid get to to point. I pull my leg up and rest my ankle upon my opposite knee while I sit back in the chair and nod in the right places. “Well, one of the things that kept coming up was the tension between yourself and Esteban and the incidents that arose last year.” He means him running me off the track at two separate races, trying to break test me anytime I was behind him, me bashing him in front of the cameras any chance I got but it was probably, the public near fight caught by cameras in Singapore when I tried to get my own back by flirting with his girlfriend that was what he was really referring too.

“Pierre with your results last year there’s no doubt of your future within the team but the negative attention the pair of you have garnered has raised a lot of concern.” “Otmar I…” I was going to tell him it takes two to tango and if this conversation was happening with me it better be happening with Ocon too. He was as much to blame for last year as I was. But a hand made me pause while he continued. “However, after some deliberation on how to resolve the conflict and how we can possibly move in a more positive direction for all of us involved. We have decided to bring in an image guardian.” I look at him like he’s grown another head. What the fuck was an image guardian? And that was when I saw his hand flick over toward the girl that had momentarily occupied my mind before Otmar started talking.

This time, when I looked over at her, she was looking straight back at me with quite possibly a pair of the most striking blue eyes I had ever seen before. A soft, sincere smile spread across her lips as her hand rose from her lap in a “that’s me” gesture. Fuck, I couldn’t help but imaging those eyes staring up at me while she had her lips wrapped around my cock. Which involuntarily twitched in my jeans while I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming. The words “image guardian” were still ringing in my ears so I most certainly in reality and not a twisted dreamland. “Sorry, what exactly is an image guardian?” I had truthfully never heard of the term and was one hundred percent certain they were making this up. “Well, we felt that the added pressure that the press and marketing teams had to face last year was rather, unfair to them. Their jobs turned into looking after or, perhaps that’s not the right words, making sure the both of you were looked after which meant some of those PR people weren’t as focused on their jobs as maybe they should have been.” I knew he was indirectly referring to Claudia without actually wanting to say her name but the less said about her the better. “So we created the role of an image guardian specifically to make sure your own PR game is onboard with ours. Someone who can liaise from your side with regards to meeting the needs of the team.”

Things took a minute to click in. He was bullshitting. This was a totally made up job so they could make someone my fucking nanny. “A babysitter?” I exclaimed loudly, my anger clearly evident in my voice and body language mimicking it. My foot fell back to the floor and I leaned in. “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” I glance back over toward this girl whose name I didn’t even know (but who moments ago I had envisioned fucking) that was now labelled as my fucking au pair. “Pierre, it’s image guardian and we feel that you do.” Otmars voice changed tone. He was now not as breezy has he had been. He turned direct and much more commanding. “This is bullshit.” “Esteban has also been given an image guardian who will consult regularly with Miss Armund to ensure a more harmonious season this year. I can’t stress enough how this needs to work, Pierre. You know what can happen if it doesn’t.” I fucking knew. I had seen how people like Ricciardo and Mick Schumacher had been treated. Fuck! How I myself had been treated a few years ago at Red Bull. But a minder? Really? “And what is it she’ll do?” “I think Miss Armund is best to talk to you about that.”

“Hi…” She was nervous. She took a pause after simply saying hello. I was probably glaring at her like I wanted to set her on fire which might not have helped, but rage ran through my veins like boiling hot lava. “Firstly, I just want to introduce myself. I’m Aria Armund. I was born and raised in France till I was 10 and then moved here to England so if you want to talk to me in French you can, I’m bilingual.” There was a pause when she looked at me and I could tell she was waiting for me to say something polite (probably in French) but absolutely nothing came to mind that I wanted to say to her. She took a little breath in and it was usually while I was giving girls the come on when they got this nervous around me. I rolled my eyes and pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as the pause seemed to get longer. I observed her straightening up and let out a quick exhale. She seemed to be gathering herself and I clocked her little touch of the bracelet on her wrist as if it was somehow giving her the strength to keep going.

“So basically, what I’m here to do is to look after you. You’re not particularly incorrect in thinking I’m a “babysitter” as you called it. My sole purpose is to keep you out of trouble. To minimise any issues you may have with your team mate and prevent them from leaking into the media. I’ll also help make sure your image doesn’t suffer from all of your liaisons with various….friends, and you don’t end up on the gossip pages as you have done in previous years. I’ll make sure your reputation and that of Alpine isn’t damaged in any way, shape or form.” Where did her sudden directness come from? Her nerves seemed to evaporate immediately. It was confusing it happened at such breakneck speed. But how she managed to take control of herself and take charge was nothing shorter than a major turn on. She could take control of me anytime she wanted. “Ok?” She smiled and it was now on me.

I had nothing to say or at least nothing came to mind as those swimming pool blue eyes stared into mines like they were trying to read my mind. As she turned her head away and Otmar went to speak suddenly a question did pop into my head. “Who does Ocon have?” I asked the question in the direction of her turned head. When she looked away some of her glossy curled locks fell across her shoulder and drew my attention directly to her ample chest. She was a woman - very much a woman - and I had a horrible feeling that Alpine might have been trying to set me up for failure. What with everything that happened with Claudia. “Excuse me?” Otmar seemed confused. “Who is looking after Ocon? You said he had a babysitter too.” In those minutes my question went unanswered, I hoped it would click on someone’s brain about why I was asking and I wouldn’t actually have to fucking say it. “Uh….” Otmar sat back in his chair and narrowed his eyes at me in a fashion that told me he twigged and he realised the intonation behind my questioning. He didn’t expect me to react like this, did he? During the increasingly awkward pause I fully believed that he was imposing this girl on me as a way to trip me up so he could get rid of me at the end of the year. If Esteban got a guy babbysitter then there was my answer. He would be getting off with his dickhead behaviour last year. “Mr Ocon’s guardian is Kyle Gilby.” Aria spoke up and I let out a quick exhale of air. Why the fuck did this not surprise me? I knew it. I could sense it from the way Otmar was staring at me. Ocon gets someone he can talk to, level with and I get stuck with her? Typical. “Is there a problem Mr Gasly?” Fuck her calling me Mr Gasly. Girls only usually called me that in the bedroom, not a boardroom.

I pretend there isn’t but there is. The whole thing is totally fucked but what can I do? I don’t want thrown out my seat so I have to play ball. And if that means I have to have a babysitter then fine, I’ll do it. This whole thing was feeling like a massive, risky, fucked up game of temptation? I made an audible scoff because I know where this is going and I know she won’t last long meaning they’ll probably get their way. I can’t help the fact I was born a flirt and women always fell for it. I’d give it two or three months before they’ll be having conduct meetings with me after she breaks her fraternisation contract clause after firing her for sleeping with the person she’s there to manage. It’s happened before and it will happen again. After all, it’s their own fault for hiring someone that would look more at home in Playboy or Sports Illustrated than working in an F1 team. They seriously couldn’t have hired someone less, tempting? They couldn’t have given her to Ocon and at least pretend they weren’t setting me up for failure?

Thankfully the meeting was over rather quickly. There were orders to go with her somewhere so she could do something or other and go over stuff but by that point I was zoned out. I cancelled my plans for this? They could have just told me over the phone. I didn’t need to be here in person when it would have been a quick email. I try not to sigh when I lean forward in my chair to get up but notice her move first. When she rises from her seat I can’t help but cast my eyes over her body. A perfect rack was hidden behind a satin-y type blouse and her smart, tight trousers did little to stem my attention away from her perky, peachy rear practically begging to be spanked. I was right. Playboy or Sports Illustrated. She would look so pretty on her knees. Give it a few weeks, I tell myself. By Miami she’ll be begging for me. I can tell.

Fifteen minutes later we were sat in a smaller, more bland impersonal office while she tried to convince me to hand over my social media passwords. “Mr Gasly, I assure you that your accounts and information will be safe with me. I simply need access in order to keep on top of any potential Alpine related business.” She was getting me riled up at this point. “Last year I believe there were, incidents, over social media with some questionable comments?” She was referring to the emoji’s wasn’t she? The PR girls laughed about them last year but she said it with a straight face. “I simply need to be able to delete anything that would be unsavoury toward your own reputation and the team.” “Telling people my favourite sex position through an emoji is not damaging to my reputation or the team.” I retort back with a smooth laugh. I thought it would throw her but the silence and stoney face I was met with made me push it even further. I smirked before adding; “it’s the dog by the way.” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t recall the last time I wasn’t able to flirt and smooth talk a girl into at least raising a smile. But there was nothing from her. “It’s the dog because my favourite position is doggy…” “Yes, I gathered that Mr Gasly.” She hastily shut me up and I noticed her roll her eyes. Was she not into men? Maybe that’s why my forwardness wasn’t doing it for her.

“Please, your passwords.” I watched as slowly she placed her pen on top of a notepad and pushed it across the glass topped table toward me. Her eyes didn’t leave mine. They stayed trained on me as if she had gone through military training. Unflinching. I would have been complaining if they weren’t so fucking captivating. You could get lost in these eyes.

“Earn them.” I glanced over toward Ben and smirked again. It was a game at this point. I couldn’t help myself. “Excuse me?” “I said, earn them.” I didn’t even know where this was going or why it was coming out of my mouth. I just went with it. I liked how women would squirm a little when I turned it on and I desperately wanted to know she was eating out of the palm of my hand, so sue me. But if I expected her to crumble like all of the others she surprised me. She sat back in her chair and took a deep breath before exhaling. For a brief second I thought I won and I managed to rattle her but unfortunately for me, apparently not.

“Listen, looking after a twenty-seven year old self confessed playboy is not something I thought I would be doing when I got this job so if you think your flirting will have an effect on me and I will pull a Claudia, was it? Then you are very much mistaken.” It was I that was rumbled. And she had to mention last years indiscretion by name so she had clearly been told all about it - or had she read about it online and didn’t need anyone else’s judgment about it to pass her own judgment on to me? “Now…Mr Gasly, your passwords.” Touché. Fucking Touché.

I reached for the pen and notepad and noted how much I felt like a child. It was as if I had been sent to the Alpine School’s principle’s office for being naughty in class. As I wrote down the passwords for her highness, my phone buzzed again in my jeans pocket and it suddenly l dawned on me that she would see everything I received. She would see all of the DMs I was sent along with the mountains of nudes (such as those waiting on me from last nights hook-up) that various girls sent me, mostly without a single shred of prompting. I should probably have felt a little embarrassed or ashamed by them in all fairness but for some reason - probably because she was acting like a fake ball buster she actually was one - I wasn’t. Let her look. There’s probably a fair few suggestive ones of myself on there she could find too if she really wanted too. I cursed the route of thought my own mind suddenly drove me down as now I was imagining her sliding her hand down past the waistband of her tight trousers to get off on the risqué pics I had floating around in some conversations. But she didn’t seem like the type. Fortunately for me the passwords were enough to appease her, for now. She smiled - a fake one of course - and said that was all, I could leave before adding she would would see me at testing. She would be at testing? This girl was really going to be sticking to me like glue, wasn’t she?

Thankfully, this whole fiasco was clearly coming to an end and I glanced toward the door and was desperately trying to think of something smart to say and a way to get out of here. I didn’t want to hang around for any longer than I needed to and certainly not long enough for her to continue getting one over on me or getting a metaphorical upper hand again, but it looked like she had and there was nothing I could do. When I happened to look toward Ben I realised he was smirking and clearly holding back a laugh. He was married and so never really joined in (nor understood) with the flirting and flustering behaviour I was king at. Now, after I had lost the opening match against her, it was as if he could read my startled little mind and I certainly didn’t like that. I arose out if my seat opposite my new babysitter and stared at her for a moment. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever worked in F1 - or even just a sport - before because she didn’t act like how all the girls usually acted around guys in sport. She simply seemed unimpressed. Stoic almost. “Goodbye, Mr Gasly.” A normal girl would be turned on by saying that over and over again. By now imagining how it would feel to be bent over the glass desk and having me rail them into next week. But she used it formally, professionally and without a single shred of sarcasm. I just about managed to get to the door to the office when my phone buzzed loudly one more time and I paused to remove it from my pocket.

“I hope that isn’t something I am going to have to get involved in?” Her sweet, soft voice echoed from behind and my sudden laughter filled the room as my brain had come up with the most perfect of perfect responses. “Not unless you want to make it a threesome?” I didn’t hang around long enough for her to respond and mentally high fives myself for my quick retort. She lead herself into it and my brain couldn’t catch up to my mouth. She may have been hired to be my babysitter, but that didn’t mean I had to make it easy for her.

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dolljunk · 2 years

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HooDude has always been a fave character of mine because he was so whimsical and silly, but the SDCC set was something I just couldn't justify buying because plush toys are so outside of my scope as a collector.

But recently I've been on a Monster High kick (in case you couldn't tell lol) and wanted to give making him a try as an experiment. I actually started a Hoodude custom a few years back, hoping to just make him a jointed figure but I wasn't happy with the direction I was going in.

I cobbled together a DC Superhero Girls body and some assorted spare parts before sculpting a head. I realised I could marry the two concepts of a hard plastic doll and a plush toy by setting about sewing an outer "skin". I can not fathom how to sew a plush toy but I do know how to draft a mostly fitting outfit so I went about approaching it as a fursuit using the foodwrap/masking tape method.

I used a mix of denims to match the different shades of his body and add some texture but I made sure to use a jersey knit for his head because that's how it's textured in the CGI movies.

For his hair, I used some minky fabric cut into strips and sewn them to his scalp in a similar way one would glue on wefts for a wig. I also did some freehand stitching for his face and used these two buttons for his eyes.

I'm really pleased with how he came out because I was worried about drafting the pattern for his fabric components totally freehand and making sure it fit snugly. His hands are actually removable so I can switch out tops and such if I really wanted to.

His jacket was a masking tape pattern put on top of his fabric skin since I wanted him to have the option to wear normal clothes and I'm glad I have a working hybrid of the two ideas.

#hoodude #monster high

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roblogging · 5 days

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heyyy you dont have to answer this but how did you know that you were transmasc rather than gender fluid?

HI !! first of all, i really appreciate how you worded this 😖😖 i've been asked this so much but always along the lines of "have you ever considered that you might be genderfluid instead?" when i have makeup on, and i'm currently putting on glittery eyeliner so this is so relevant !!

for me it was just that my "femininity" wasn't connected to my gender at all. i had a big hyper'feminine' stage before coming out to try and,,, repress it ig? i thought maybe i just wasn't pretty enough as a girl and i had to try harder. full face everyday, massive lashes and eyeliner, split dyed long hair, the clothesss. obviously, didn't work. but what i didddd realise was that i wasn't upset about it. the skirts, makeup, hair, any of it. none of it made me sad, it made me feel nice. but she/her still felt wrong.

i trialled all pronouns with close friends, switched them out every now and then, and he/him was the only one that stuck.

AND !!! the big bit was my cis male friend wearing makeup once and i was like "this is what i want. i want to wear makeup like this."

this probably doesn't help, but it just didn't fit me. i don't feel like a different gender when i look more 'feminine', i just feel nice. but my voice, body, and facial structure? those didn't make me feel nice. so yeah, came out as a trans man.

like i even own wigs and i like putting on a full beat and a wig sometimes, but i still identify as a man when i do that, i just like how i look.

idk. this probably does not help at all, but the pronouns were the big thing for me, and seeing cis men express their "femininity" made me realise that i could identify in a way that fit, and still explore those parts of myself. it was a longgg journey, like i knew years before i "came out" that i was trans, and tried so many other things because i didn't want to admit it. but here we are.

#asks #gender norms fear me #anyway my eyeliner came out pretty nice i think #came out is in '' because my school did the honours xxxx #thx babes xxx

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welldonebeca · 8 months

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the devil in the marble (2)

Summary: First love is always a little foolish; you look at the person by your side and plan a life with them with the ease a child has at imagining a fairytale. It’s feverish and impatience, with new experiences and new feelings, and a comfort one has never felt before. After being asked to pose for a statue months before the 74th Hunger Games, Cato falls in love with its beautiful and odd sculptor. WC: 1.4k words Warnings: Fluff. Canon compliance. Autistic Character. Flirting

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You admired the work in front of you, the fruit of hours and hours, months of dedication. A full-body sculpture of a man dying in the arms of his lover, their eyes in a lock as she watched over his last minutes of life. It was to be sent to the Capitol tonight, and you'd be left to wait for your answer.

"Wow," you heard at the door.

You stood from your seat, holding the documents you were supposed to finish filling, and Cato walked into the classroom, his eyes right on the marble image before you.

When you realised you needed a model, he was the only one who had agreed to help you. Cato had actually offered himself on your second day of search, and only protested a little when you asked him to wear a wig. Of course, he wasn't there for the whole thing.

Cato was one of the biggest competitors to volunteer in the games this year, it was his last year and chance, and he wasn't going to let it slide, so you had a lot of images of him, both flat and holograms, of details and of his whole face. He had only actually posed for you a few times, so the sculpture was a bit of a surprise to him, he hadn't seen it fully done.

"When you said you were good, I didn't think you were this good," he mumbled.

You put a paperweight with your things and then set your bag right beside it, so as to not forget it, and walked to him, though his blue eyes were too focused on the marble.

"So that's how people see me?" he asked.

You looked at it. It was a close reproduction. You'd kind of made his nose a little shorter than it was supposed to be, and you were half sure he didn't have such plush lips, but there was only so much you could fix after a certain point.

"Kinda," you agreed. "Roughly."

He smirked a little, looking at your face.

"I'm big," he chuckled.

You giggled. Yes, he was. Both tall and strong.

"My mother called you very well-fed," you joked. "Made my brother jealous."

Cato looked at you and then at the statue again.

"You're good," he spoke at last, sounding impressed. "This... if you gave me a hologram and told me it was of real people, I would totally believe you."

You smiled, flattered. He was very sweet.

"I gotta apologise," he chuckled. "Cause I kind of doubted it would be good, I thought you were just..."'

But he stopped himself, shaking his head as you raised your eyebrows.

He thought...?

"Sorry," he said quickly. "I shouldn't... sorry."

"What?" you asked.

You'd passingly known Cato since you were a kid, in the way you knew most people from your school. He lived in the same neighbourhood as you, passed by you on the corridors and never lingered around.

Admittedly, as a kid, you had a little crush on him because he was one of the very few people who talked to you in class and tried to play with you when you had a hard time interacting, but that was over a decade ago.

Still, you were grateful that he had kept that kindness and positive feelings about you.

Cato shook his head.

"Never mind," he told you. "It's nothing."

You hated those words, never mind. People never said it truthfully, it always meant they wanted to share something.

"It is because people think I'm useless?" you asked him.

He stood a little taller and tenser.

You’d heard it time and time before and thought it was really silly.

"Cause it's fine," you assured him. "Really. I think hands have more uses than just fighting, and just because they aren't holding weapons, it doesn't mean their owner is useless. I know I'm not."

His cheeks became a little bit pink, although you couldn't quite see any shame on his face.

"You are really good at what you do," he affirmed, at last. "I think everyone in the Capitol will want to sponsor you."

That made you smile. Yeah, that would be super nice.

“I hope they do,” you smiled, chuckling a bit. “I owe them quite the money for this marble block. I don’t know how I’ll pay for it if no one wants it.”

It was very expensive to secure so much of it at once, your mother had had to insist with your father for days on end for it to happen.

He glanced at you and cocked a grin.

"If no one wants it, when I win the Hunger Games, I'll sponsor you," he told you. "And you can make as many sculptures of as many things as you want."

You smiled, although not so sure.

"Speaking of that," he turned completely to you. "I think they just released the names of the people who'll compete for this year's spot on the wall. Don't want to look?"

You shook your head, his excitement was not as contagious as he imagined it would be.

"I know I didn't make it," you reminded him.

Cato deflated a bit.

"You don't even want to check?" he insisted.

And you were about to say no when Juno's explanation about people crossed your mind.

"My sister said that when someone asks you if you want to do something, it might be a way of implying that they want to do that thing with you," you told him. "Do you want me to go see it with you, so then we can know if you passed?"

There was a look on his face, as if you had said something funny, or a half-joke, but Cato didn't quite laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Yes, Y/N, that is what I meant," he told you, speaking slowly. "Would you like to go with me?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "That would be nice."

You turned to your table, took your documents and put them in your bag, and put it over your shoulder. Your mother was supposed to take a look into everything before sending it, you could finish it at home.

He waited for you, and you frowned when he outrightly reached for your hand as you walked out of the room, his skin warm and a little rough from fighting, but didn't pull away. It felt nice.

Cato walked you to the big board in the recreational room, already empty as the other students had left, and he pointed to the fingerprint readers.

"Are you sure you don't want to check?" he asked.

You stared for a bit. Well, everyone was supposed to check.

You extended the hand you didn't have on his and wiped it on your top, knowing well those things didn't read when you had powder or dirt on your skin, and pressed your thumb to the reader.

It read you, and you stepped back to watch the results.

Your picture and your position in the general school evaluation. And nope, you hadn't passed.

"Told you," you looked at him. "Good thing I don't need that to graduate."

You watched it for a moment, though. Those points were very important if someone wanted to go into Peacekeeper Academy, though. The higher your classification and grade - and the higher placement you had in the competition to volunteer, if you didn't go to the Games - the higher the chance you could choose where you would go after graduating. Your mother once told you she knew half the Peacekeepers in your town because they studied at her school, and were at the top of their classes, which meant they could just choose to work in their hometown and stay near their loved ones.

Cato pressed his thumb to the reader, waiting a moment before pulling back, still holding your hand in his free one.

He looked way happier in his photo than you did in yours when it came up, and none of you were even surprised at his grade. 12, the best grade one could get.

"Yes," he celebrated, raising his hands with yours in it. "Top of the class, I get to pick when I'll have my first fight."

Cato looked at you with a big grin.

"I knew posing for you would bring me good luck," he affirmed, looking so excited his eyes were glimmering. "I'm going to the Hunger Games this year, you'll see. You're looking at the 74th winner."

Chapter 3

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riderofblackdragons · 5 months

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Day 8 Alt Prompt: Hostage Situation

Ok so once again, I'm sorry that this is a day late, I could not think of anything to do with the og day 8 prompt. Still, I had a decent time with this, its a little au where Esther captured Klaus and tortured him instead of Elijah, just exploring that a little.

Also yes, that is a mental time loop that Klaus is stuck in, if it gets a bit confusing at the end.

Klaus watched his brother turn to face him, and suddenly he was facing him as a child. He tried to cup the boy's face, the young face staring back at him like Klaus was still his beloved little brother, barely able to get up to more mischief than occasionally painting things he shouldn't. His hand slipped through his brother like he was air, like Elijah wasn't there at all. Their surroundings were white, he noted absently, the rest of his mind panicking. This was his big brother, small and young now, and he couldn't do anything.

And then the boy aged, and Klaus could do nothing but watch as Elijah aged, his face flickering through expressions seconds apart, his arms moving as they must've done during life, the baby fat smoothing down as he grew into the adult Klaus knew him as. There were many, but Klaus couldn't help but notice how cold Elijah's expression grew, cold as he didn't think it had been when they actually growing up together.

He wasn't sure how time worked here, but it felt like an eternity, watching Elijah grow and change and start to turn his body from Klaus. At some points, he'd turn his head back to Klaus, as if to invite him to come with, but it rarely lasted for long before the back faced him once more.

Elijah's hair flowed down, and up again, as the fashions changed, and his own tastes switched through the centuries. He looked like Klaus was used to seeing, at least, even if he knew it was because of the vampirism. The moment Elijah had dropped, blood appearing on his body, Klaus had jolted forward, even though he knew he couldn't get there. The vampirism had kicked in with the next expression, although the moments between had felt like another thousand years to Klaus.

But Elijah kept moving, almost too fast for Klaus' eyes to keep up with, even as he watched his brother closely. He got up from his first death, and Klaus was only able to watch as Elijah hid his own confusion, going from scared to controlled.

Klaus couldn't remember Elijah ever being scared, not for himself, not even when the evidence in front of him suggested that he had been, at least at one point. A part of him relished it, the evidence in front of him that Elijah had, even just at the start, been frightened of what he was. Of what they'd become, thanks to their parents.

The centuries flashed by, only shown with the changing of Elijah's clothes and hair. Klaus could still remember when the fashion required wigs, and Elijah had merely compelled the nobles they'd surrounded themselves with to think he was wearing one. If there was one thing Elijah was proud of, it was his hair, or maybe it was just that he was arrogant enough to not cut it when he didn't have to.

Klaus' attention was caught again when Elijah started crouching more, as though he was helping someone smaller than him. Marcellus, he realised, looking at the suit his brother was wearing. In the early days of their acquaintance, before Klaus had gotten bored with sharing, and brought Kol out to play with. He never did find out why Elijah had backed off, but the care on his face said that it had to have been a difficult decision.

Of course, Klaus knew he wouldn't get the information even with this added context. Elijah wasn't the kind to share things unintentionally, and if he'd kept quiet all these centuries, Klaus wouldn't get it out of him now. And if Marcellus knew, which Klaus personally doubted, he would've told his benefactor.

The time moved on, the fashions barely changing. Elijah decided to stick with suits, the same style for all of them, the colours switching and the rest remaining the same. Grey crawled up his skin, and down, and back up, Klaus realising it was the dagger affecting his brother. Down again, another colour change, and then… there it was. When Klaus himself had daggered Elijah, for daring to try and kill him.

It seemed over and done with quickly, the grey crawling back down Elijah's face. And then there it was, another shocked look, as Klaus had daggered him again. Given him to Marcellus, a bargaining chip he should never have played.

But it meant that this would be coming to an end, soon. Hopefully. Klaus didn't remember how he'd ended up here, but he had the feeling it had something to do with his mother, and her miraculous return to the living. And that would be soon, so he'd get to stop then. If she let him. There wasn't much she could after that, except let him out.

Klaus watched his brother carefully, and saw his return to the living. Another few colour changes, and then the apparition stopped changing. This must've been what he'd looked like, when Klaus had been placed into this. It would be over, then.

The image of his brother reached forward, and stroked his cheek. Unconsciously, Klaus leaned into the touch. It may have been a fake, a creation of his mother placed into his mind, but he'd never been in the habit of rejecting affection from Elijah, and Klaus wasn't sure he ever would.

The false Elijah smiled a little, the crooked thing his real brother showed so rarely, and stroked his thumb over Klaus' cheekbone. It may have looked like his older brother, but Klaus could hear his mother's voice when it opened its mouth, and asked if he'd learned his lesson. If he would go against Elijah, and hand over his daughter to her to die.

His rejection angered her, and he didn't know what happened, but he was there, standing in front of a child version of his brother. He didn't know how he'd gotten there, and he wasn't really sure how many of his memories were even real.

Klaus watched his brother turn to face him, and suddenly he was facing him as a child. He tried to cup the boy's face, the young face staring back at him like Klaus was still his beloved little brother, even as his hand slipped through him like he was air, like Elijah wasn't there at all. Their surroundings were white, he noted absently, the rest of his mind panicking. This was his big brother, small and young now, and he couldn't do anything.

Outside his mind, Esther smiled in satisfaction at her hybrid child. It was less magic than she'd thought, to trap him in his mind, to make him watch his brother throughout the years. His most treasured person, she'd directed. She hadn't expected the image of her second son, but she supposed it didn't really matter.

As long as Niklaus joined her in the end, and helped her put an end to her sister, it would all be worth it. Esther ignored the twinge in her heart at the pain she was causing her children. It had to be worth it, and they would all understand, once Dahlia was dead. They had to.

#tvd #to #the vampire diaries #the originals #klaus mikaelson #for once no kol or elijah #esther mikaelson #whumpay

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im-not-a-l0ser · 5 months

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Hi, today sucked, lemme tell you all the reasons it sucked in chronological order

I woke up at 1 am and read for a while. I did not get back to bed until 5 am.

I woke up approximately 15 minutes before I had to be out the door, so despite my planning to take a shower and wear a Victorian esc clothing today (for throwback Thursday, dumb school thing) I couldn't.

I didn't eat last night, so for the first time this semester I got breakfast from the cafeteria and it was not good.

We were practicing hand and arm massages in class for state board and wow, I fucking hated the smell, feeling and all around company of the lotion we were using.

I didn't charge my phone last night so I had my phone (and laptop) plugged in for my last two periods of school.

It was warm enough that I didn't need my jacket (a comfort item) so I took it off and put it over my backpack. It fell on the dirty bus floor while I was napping through the half hour bus ride.

My laptop wasn't plugged in properly so it was nearly dead when I got home.

Dad said we were going to the library to file my taxes. Okay, gotcha, I won't change into my home clothes, I'll just switch my binder out for a bra.

My sheets were dirty and I didn't want to lay in my gross bed with clean clothes on so I stripped my mattress and brought the sheets downstairs, where I find the washing machine on a self cleaning cycle. It was at 0, but I guess that's not done?

I notice that my little siblings who had lice for a couple days have put clothes in the laundry basket downstairs, which has my prom dress in it. Prom is on Saturday and I am literally too afraid to dig through their shit to find the dress.

I return to my room and work on chapter two of a story, but it's getting late and my dad hasn't called me out to the van yet.

I only learn my dad is home when he sends a picture of dinner to the gc. I leave my room to ask when we're doing taxes; he tells me he's eating and that I should eat too.

Twenty minutes later (like 7:50 pm at this point), we finally start my fucking taxes.

Very long annoying process, to learn that state taxes should not be filed through this site for me. It worked just fine for my sibling. I ask dad if we can do it tomorrow and he says taxes are due in four days. Whatever.

We go to a different site to file my state taxes where I try to register twice and it denies me both times for my laptop having a VPN. I do not control that; it's my school laptop and it didn't even process that's what the issue was for like 10 minutes.

Dad tells me to go to bed. He's tired. That's when I'm allowed to go to bed, when he's tired.

I return to my room and realise my sheets have never been put in the wash, and I can't sleep without a blanket. And for obvious reasons, I only trust that one blanket right now.

I shove it in the wash for a half hour load, but it doesn't fucking matter because my sister's shit is in the dryer at 45 minutes. She doesn't have an empty basket in the bathroom to put the dry stuff into should it finish and someone else needs to. Her shit is going on the floor in about 20 minutes.

I'm laying on my bed, very cold, just waiting for the fucking wash to be done so I can go to sleep. Except, I know it won't be because my sheets take like two hours to dry at high heat, which also means I won't have my comfort jacket for tomorrow.

I just want to go to sleep and can't because I'm stressing over the idea of going to school in not my comfort jacket.

Honorable mentions: My cosmetology textbook has really misleading information regarding synthetic wigs and its pissing me off. I was supposed to go to Walmart today so I could get breakfast for tomorrow. We had a test in English that gave me a lot of anxiety.

#tw vent #vent #venting #my dad isnt a bad guy im just annoyed #i might be having a panic attack #i genuinely dont know

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Hi! Totally meant to send this a while ago but work got so busy. I guess its better late than never, but sorry this is a bit removed from the conversation!

A couple weeks ago you guys were talking about Catherine Tate's bangs/fringe in the 60th specials and how they were a hair piece. I think you also mentioned that she said she doesn't care for them on herself (was that in some bts or at a con? Sounds like such a random topic to bring up in an interview but now I'm curious!). I agree, she looks so lovely with the fringe (she looks lovely any way, but I digress) and some of my favorite looks on her are when she's got the side bangs that frame her face! But I would guess she's not crazy about the look because they're a lot of extra work for someone with naturally curly/wavy hair. My hair is similar to hers (unfortunately, just in texture and not the beautiful color) and growing up I begged my mom for bangs because everyone else had them. She kept telling me no because I would regret having to deal with it the minute the weather wasn't perfect outside with zero humidity (which is basically never). Senior year of high school rolled around and guess who finally got bangs? Yep, me! Guess who got real tired of styling them all the time only for them to never stay right for long? Yep, me again. I tried so hard, unsuccessfully, to keep my hair straight. And for some reason, the bangs always frizzed up the worst! I didn't have the patience to try a million and one products to see if I could find one that would tame it so I ended up just growing them out after a few months.

CT seems like a fairly low maintenance person. I'd hazard a guess she said no to that hairstyle because it's just way too much work, especially given how London weather is.

Hello kind Anon

Never mind; better late than never.

As for Catherine's fringe/bangs, I can't remember what interview it was that she dismissed the idea of having one (something like Good Morning, I suspect); but she certainly doesn't choose to have a fringe in every day life, only for specific roles.

When you look at her hair when she was younger

it was extremely thick and full, even before perms were the fashion. Must have been an absolute nightmare to manage. She even she had a fringe

for a role in The Bill. It didn't last, so the practicalities of it must have irked Catherine a great deal.

My hair is nowhere near as curly as Catherine's, or yours, but straighteners have been a godsend. You have my full sympathies for your earlier angst; especially as I once took the foolish step of getting my hair permed. I hated it and only liked it when wet... but we were talking about you. Sorry.

Did you also do the hot brush or curling tongs in a vain attempt to style your hair? Sheesh, things were difficult.

Yes, the rain in London is a problem; although people tend to be armed with a brolly and/or waterproof hood, so it's not that huge an obstacle. No, most of the blame would go on the thick curly hair doing its own thing. But it does make you realise why Catherine resists growing a fringe and sticks to hair pieces or wigs to gain a more favourable appearance.

I hope you've now managed to tame your hairstyle without too many products to invest in.

#kind Anon #Catherine Tate #Surgical Spirit #The Bill #thick curly hair #does not equal manageable hair #so you can understand the non-fringe decision #a childhood friend used to iron her hair #in an attempt to straighten it!

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hello, my name is r! I understand that you're done with enhypen now, but i really hope you could give me a chance; there's nothing else i could ask for.

two years ago, i began actively using tumblr—which I've had from earlier but didn't really use—a fee months after getting into enhypen around late 2021, the dimension dilemma era. it was love at first sight for me when i saw riki in that wig; you know the one, the really cute ombre blonde wig. the first member to catch my eye was sunghoon, but once i saw dimension : dilemma Charybdis riki, it was all over for me.

as for enhypen/kpop (but i really only pay attention to enha, occasionally i spare attention for txt, skz, nct) tumblr, you, or rather your fic "a distant journey" was my first ever love. i recall reading it about the first few days i was on here, and i was completely new to kpop and/or real person fanficfion. a distant journey shattered my heart into pieces, and built me back up into life again. i cried to it and reread it at least twice. I've never once forgotten it, i even made a playlist in my phone's music player with the few songs i had just for it and named after it too.

back then I wasn't familiar with how tumblr worked, so i quickly lost the fic when you deactivated orpheyeux. I didn't remember your url. but afterwards, i read welcome and you were orochxi, i believe. I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE THE SAME PERSON. i did leave a really long reblog if you remember! i was devastated (in the best way possible;your writing is pure magic) and i recall you saying it's not your position to say what of heeseung's fate after the ending. i saw my comments again and i cringed—so fucking embarassing and annoying, now that i look back on it. but I don't regret that i showed you how i felt about your writing, i just hope i didn't leave a negative impression. i apologize again. it was so fucking cringe, i wish i worded my overwhelming emotions better.

anyhow, i should've realised that the two most profound stories ive ever read within the first half year of my being on enhypen tumblr were written by you. they were both very impactful and left a dent in my life when everything else i read didn't even come close to leaving a touch, a stain, a scratch, a mark. nothing. i could barely even remember now what i read back then save for a few fics, two of which were yours.

i thought you were inactive, based on your oiwa blog. ive only just found you active and well now. i was sad to see that you've discontinued writing for enhypen, but i completely understand and respect your decision. it simply doesn't bring you joy anymore, and letting it go was for the best. im sorry that it happened to you, the fandom expansion that let in shitty people and changing the knitted community you were familiar and were happy with. but i can say that i am glad you are still writing, and writing so much at that too! i truly wish you well and happiness. you're awfully creative, and i admire that so much. i look up to you and your penmanship abilities.

i am sorry for taking so long, here's where i get to my point. i saw your orpheyeux archive and saw that you had several fics, a sunghoon one i believe about 47k too! all of which were gone, and my curiousity peaked. is there ever a chance you will archive or reupload elsewhere all your previously published works? i felt so overwhelmed at finding you again and upset myself over finding out that only a few of your works were still available to read. i know you've left it all behind and that the possibility of your return is still undetermined, but i wanted to have hope. that's all i want to know.

thank you so, so much for taking time to read my very long ask. even if you choose not to reply and delete it, i accept it. i genuinely wish you so much love and admiration, your writing prowess deserves the recognition.

🪽

hey! i'm sorry i got around this ask very late. nice to meet you, r!

first off, i just wanted to thank you for taking the time to read my works! i'm glad that they had such a profound effect on you and that you continue to remember them for quite a long time. a distant journey was just a tribute piece to the 3.11 earthquakes because i've built a tradition to write one every year when i was still active. i wrote one for yuta in 2021, and i wrote one for riki in 2022.

ah, that's a first! usually people can tell it's me with the format or writing style, but it's a relief to know that i can manage to hide my identity very well. and don't worry! you didn't leave a bad impression at all! it was a nice thing to have a charged response to my work, given the nature of the themes i tackle. don't be embarrassed at all, really, and i'm honestly glad i was able to see an honest reaction to my work.

thank you so much for the compliment, it's really the highest form that i can receive. i don't necessarily mean to leave such an impact through the works i write, but i'm glad you think of them that way, and i'm also happy that the two works i've written are important to you. i was the same as well, where a lot of what i read don't really impact me in such a way or are remotely memorable. i think the few that i can think of off the top of my head is the really popular beomjun fic on ao3 and a few works from my vkook days and some really good satosugu aus i found on the site as well. the problem that a lot of fanfics often go through is oversaturation, and as someone with more of a literary (fiction and non-fiction) background, it's really difficult for me to get into works unless they read like novels, which tends to be a problem for a lot of oneshots i come across.

unfortunately, i think even oiwxa will be shut down for good after i migrate umazane misli onto ao3, where i'll primarily be writing from here on out. i just don't like the audience on tumblr in general, seeing as it's not necessarily a site made for longer-form works or chaptered fics. tumblr was always more geared towards headcanons, art, and drabbles even in its hay day, and if i want to rekindle my writing or find the write audience while acknowledging the problems i have with this site (plagiarism, prominence of y/n or reader insert fics, preference for college!aus or more romantic/sexual works), i think it's been long overdue for me to move to ao3 for good. i find that it's less of a fandom issue now (though i do agree the people on here are just horny), but more of a demographic issue. the stuff i write was never catered towards the audience here, and as a result, my constant disappointment didn't lie with the fandom, but how the site worked in general. and with the influx of people from twitter migrating and only liking works without reblogging or adding any comments, i think it's time for me to leave, though i did have fun here while it lasted.

once again, thank you so much for your kind words! i will reupload some of my works as i think i've written too much to let any of it go to waste, but i won't be uploading them here. they'll be on ao3, under a new fandom (either txt or zb1) and will be formatted to remove the reader. i think my biggest qualm was how restrictive reader inserts were in my creative process, and it would be nice to have some leeway and freedom with that. i know those who read on tumblr aren't the biggest fan of ships, but if you want to read my works, you're free to visit my ao3 and start there. the sunghoon fic, miracle aligner (which was originally written for doyoung) will also be on there, but it's yeonbin.

much, much love to you as well, and once again, thank you for taking the time to send me a message. i appreciate every single word.

best,

vivian

#ujuasks #r #anon #r anon

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neonstatic · 2 years

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i've decided to try locs. what's the worst that could happen? i don't like it and i lose a lot of inches combing out the hairstyle? it's not like i've been annoying everyone with my desire to shave my head (eye roll) but ye it was wash day and i found myself realising that i don't want to go thru the whole combing + blow-drying process anymore. and while dreadlocks aren't necessarily low maintenance it definitely asks a lot less effort from my understanding. cus you can just braid your entire head and then just wash and blow-dry it every 2 weeks or so, which is already the same wash frequency i'm used to minus the hours involved in combing the hair. like, fuck combing.

i went in blind when sectioning, only tried to keep a middle split, so it's not gonna turn out neat and pretty at all. it'll turn out wonky, but i can pull off. some ppl don't wear messy well but i think messy was made for me. rn it doesn't actually look v bad like i look like a kid with funky micro braids, but i can just wear a durag most of the time like i've been doing already. like i kid you not i've been hiding my hair under durags and the occasional wigs for months now. i do not care for that shit on my head, she's such an inconvenience. but having this much less work to put into it might help me keep my hair, and i'll get to see just how much this shit can grow when i actually leave it alone. (instead of ironing stretching blow-drying bleaching etc etc)

i'm gonna try and keep that hair for a while. bc well locs are abt patience. i won't see any result if i can't stick w it for at least 3 months. so that's what i'm gonna do. ideally this is gonna be a 1 yr project but i hesitate to make that official since there's nothing in life i've ever willingly and purposefully done for a year that hasn't been, like, some impulse slash hyperfixation thing or esp smth very passive. but i can confidently declare that i plan on keeping the braids for 3 months at least, just so i can see the fuzz of hairgrowth that signifies the beginning of the loc-fication. (that's the scientific word, trust me.)

anyway tldr; braidlocs journey starting now, countdown to march 2023 for next big update. if all fails it's chop-chop time.

#ray says

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Get asked gamed you have so many fics I like (that i never realised were yours until much later) so I'm just gonna take a whole bunch of bits for Their Dragon because I reread it constantly

Gem took a deep breath, giving a weak smile. It was really a demon she needed to worry about, but she got the message. Pearl could protect her from anything.

This thoughts disappeared as there was a knock on the door. Gem bolted up and hid in the pantry, like the first day she was staying there when Pearl came back.

I absolutely love her deciding to be brave and then Immediately nopeing out of that decision when someone knocked (though it was definitely the smart thing to do, paranoia wins this time around)

Sausage hummed. "Either way, they're razing the earth just looking for the advisor! Apparently she was their Dragon in taking over Scott."

"Dragon?" Pearl questioned.

"It's a Mythland phrase," Sausage explained. "Usually Mythland royals will get warriors or assassins or magic users to do their dirty work and fear monger to their citizens so they don't have to. I don't have a Dragon, I'm strong and terrifying on my own!"

I love dragons. I love worldbuilding. Combine the two and you have me thinking about this bit for Ages. Especially with Sausage's boasting lol, I love him so much

Gem was shaking like a leaf as the rulers bid eachother bye.

Xornoth was concerned.

But Xornoth lied.

They never saw Gem like an equal, hell, even like a person she realizes more and more. You don't withhold food for a person for asking too many questions. You don't lock a person in a cell until you need them.

The realisation is just ✨amazing✨ and I want to give Gem a cookie and a hug so badlyy in this bit (luckily Pearl gives the hug in my place)

"Will we still be able to go look at the beanstalks?"

And finally, Gem actually getting to be a child like she deserves <3

Everyone go read the fic rn this is a threat

Yes! Gem my little anxious meow meow <3 this is the first time someone has knocked on Pearl's door probably since she got to Gilded Helanthia, as I think I mention Pearl is out helping her citizens most the time so no one really bothers to see if she's in her house.

I also think it's really fun that Pearl doesn't actually know what Gem is running from, and since she missed Xornoth's first meeting this is the first time she's realized just how much trouble she's in if Gem is found.

Yes! I was scrolling TV Tropes, and Dragons have always been one of my favorite character archetypes. A Dragon is exactly what I described here pretty much, think Azula from atla, how she's much more active than Ozai,but he's still the big bad.

So this was definetly a play on that, plus if Sausage doesn't boast a LITTLE, is it even Sausage? And if Mythland lore isn't a little morally questionable, is it even Mythland?

Yes! I think Gem has realized that Xornoth didn't see her like an equal after she asked if she could go to the Crystal Cliffs, but with Pearl? Who gives her safe passage and food and protection and comforts her when she's wigging out even though Gem hasn't really done anything for her?

And all the books she's read in Rivendell and Gilded Helanthia cluing her in that maybe the was she was raised wasn't exactly NORMAL (with Xornoth or with the Countess)... plus with five days of not being around Xornoth's lies? Yeah, the realization hit her like a truck on the third day. She hid in the cabinet the whole day nearly, Pearl sitting on the other side of the door trying to get her out.

Yes! Gem is unfortunately very curious, so just sitting in one house for nearly a week was absolutely tantalizing. And her only sources of information for years being whatever Xornoth tells her (filled with lies to gain sympathy points) and Rivendell libraries (very filtered and centered around Rivendell royalty, which can get pretty boring after a while), she's excited to learn everything she can.

And she has renewed confidence, especially in Pearl. If she's willing to lie to a fellow ruler for her? Especially someone who seemed like a close friend? Gem can face anything with Pearl.

I'm so glad you like it!

#i feel weird maintagging this so im not going to #nach0

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appreciatingtokrev · 1 year

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hello, i am happy that you're back and feeling better! ^^

er, i am a bit disappointed but since time had passed, i have realised it was the right move. that is sad but if both parties naturally drift apart, there is always a chance for it to rekindle later on even if it is years on in the future. but moving on does tend to be the less messer route despite it being hard.

i did that too for HSR, all players are probably guilty of that lol. i believe most fans prefer GI over HSR and there is a lot more GI contents on here. i've never played HI so i don't know the fight mechanics 😭

that sound like such a long system ;-; on my end, you could complete a five year degree (like medicine) and be finish before 24/25 or do a three years degree and a master on top before 23/24. at least you still have time to figure things out.

that is true and a part of koko probably died after the fire incident, he probably just needed mikey's approval to join though.

tbh, i just realised his colour palette (outfit/appearance) is really nice too and does contrast xiao's one. maybe, browse online for inspiration? or go to the hair salon and ask the staff? i did that for dying my hair, they said i need to bleach it 4 times where i went lmao.

but i've heard the anime/manga merchandise is pretty cheap in Japan? that is a nice start to your collection and i'm sure the tokrev dolls will be a nice finishing touch when you feel motivated enough. but don't force yourself. i think if she was a kpop fan, i would found it less shocking because they are something else lol. that is a sensible idea and others may mistake it for a bell's bike? if it jingles that loudly and you're walking behind them. i hope you are ready then, styling wigs does seem to be a craft of art in making.

have you found your birthday twin yet? or am i still the closest one? and i actually gave up on makima. the fanart is something else but you can't help but feel intrigued like you said. i dislike her for the same reason. that's great! have you tried taking it to a tailor and get the sleeves shortened? i did it for a blazer and it worked.

ah i’m glad, me too! :) <3

i very much understand. it hurts, but sometimes the right thing to do just isn’t what initially makes you the happiest,, and it’s still for the best.

hm, true. maybe one day lol. rn we see each other maybe twice a year, and go visit a museum together. it’s nice, but certainly not how i pictured my life a few years ago haha. tho i’m content with our relationship the way it is, i think.

understandable understandable lol. i think my pref for genshin does stem from me having played it for longest by far + it being the game that got me into gaming, which both ends in an obvious bias. but hsr has been v fun so far as well! honkai impact fight mechanics are more similar to genshin than to hsr, but the controls for the whole game don’t involve the mouse, only the a, s, d, w, i, j, k, and l keys (if i remember the keys correctly- the point is you only need a keyboard to play) lol. makes it easier to play it in class.....

okay tbh i did repeat/got pushed back more than once 😭 most people here probably are finished with a five years degree at 24/25 too, but a bunch each year will be one/two years older bc they had to repeat. and i’m gonna be one of those lol. but yeah, i’m glad i’ve still got time to decide on what to study bc there’s too many things i’d like to do... omg i used to have a classmate who’s a kpop fan, and she pretty much made her locker at school into a kpop shrine plastered with photos and filled with merch lol. she also was the one to introduce me to kpop funnily enough.

true. i’ll figure out how to make it make no sound before wearing it in public, then i’ll be fine. bc i do think the earring looks funky even when silent hehe.

i have a (bad?) habit of thinking i can do anything i want to, so... wig styling can’t be that hard, now can it..... and there’s a first time to everything anyway.

no birthday twin for me, you’re still the closest. if i ever do find one, i’ll make sure to tell you dw lol.

no, i haven’t been to a tailor yet, but i might try that once! i just hope it wouldn’t be too expensive afhjfdj

#finally omg #so sorry it took me so long to reply #but look! i did it!! :)#☆—`ask #anon: z

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fireofjudgement · 2 years

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Pretty in pink

Requested here

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: Gwi-nam x gn!reader

Summary: You've never realised just how jealous Gwi-nam was, nor what the result of his jealousy would be.

Word count: 696

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, mentions of jealousy, slight angst but mostly fluff, ooc Gwi-nam

A/N: Good lord, this isn't my best work or my longest one but this past month has been quite bad and I didn't have the time, energy nor the motivation to write at all, but I also made this blog with the goal of posting at least one thing every month and I didn't want to break my streak so early on. I'm doing a little better now so I'll be writing more of the requests soon, hopefully 😌

"Gwi-nam, stay still! I swear to God.."

"But it buuurns, how am I supposed to stay still? You're doing this on purpose, y/n!"

"It will burn even more if you won't stop moving, you silly! Are you trying to get it in your eyes?" You pretended to be annoyed with his impatience and childish behavior, but in reality you had to try really hard to contain laughter and focus on what you were doing. You didn't actually want to hurt him, obviously.

It was still hard for you to believe he agreed to do this. You and Gwi-nam have been together for almost a year now and you could, with all confidence, say that you knew him better than he knew himself. And yet, never in a million years would you imagine he'd let you dye his hair. Pink. Pastel pink to be more specific. But, as unbelievable as that fact itself was, the reason why he asked you to do it in the first place was even more absurd.

It was no secret that Gwi-nam was the jealous type, possessive even. You were his and he was yours, you knew it and he made sure everyone around you knew it too. You didn't know however that his jealousy went far beyond the people you surrounded yourself with, or so happened to meet in your day-to-day life. Oh no. But it wasn't till a few weeks earlier that you learned your boyfriend doesn't like for you to look at any other man. Not even celebrities you've never met before and most likely never will.

One of those celebrities, a young actor from a very popular Netflix show, posted a few pictures of himself with his new haircut and without thinking much about it, you made a comment about it to Gwi-nam.

"You know, he kinda reminds me of you a little. Just with a way cuter hair color."

You didn't think he'd react so emotionally, an innocent remark apparently hurting him more than either of you expected. It took a few days of radio silence, countless unanswered texts and missed phone calls for him to finally talk to you again. And when he did, it wasn't what you expected. He wasn't mad. He didn't want to break up with you. Instead, he asked for you to.. dye his hair. It would be nice to try something new, he said. And you didn't ask any questions. You were just happy to have him back.

"Okay, I'm done! Now you have to wait about forty minutes, then we can wash it off."

"Wait, forty minutes? That doesn't sound right. What if it burns my beautiful hair?" He asked, pretending to be genuinely concerned.

"Well.." You hesitated, pulling him closer to you. "..I guess I'll still love you. We'll just get you a pink wig." You couldn't contain laughter any longer when he tackled you, leaving a bunch of kisses on your face and neck. It was adorable how careful he was to not get the dye on you or any of your furniture.

You spent the next hour cuddling, trying to pay attention to the movie quietly playing in the background, completely forgetting about the timer. It was nice to have Gwi-nam by your side again, it was even nicer to feel his lips on yours, your bodies complimenting each other perfectly. It wasn't until you tried to brush your fingers through his hair that you realised you still haven't washed off the dye, dark pink stains forming on his forehead and neck. You could only hope his hair has survived this unexpected attack.

"And?" Gwi-nam asked, nervously shifting his gaze from the mirror to your face. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew how much your approval meant to him. "Don't be like that, just tell me what you think?"

"I think..Well, pink is definitely your color." You answered honestly, before giving him another kiss. You could feel him smiling against your lips, your next words only causing his smile to grow bigger. "You'll always be the most attractive guy I know, Gwi-nam. And I wouldn't want anyone else by my side."

#all of us are dead #all of us are dead netflix #all of us are dead x reader #yoon gwi nam #all of us are dead fanfic #yoon gwinam x reader

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mountswhore · 3 years

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Could you write about ben missing your child's birthday and mason (who is like a second dad) having to step up, then maybe your kid starting to believe mason is his dad.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 — ben chilwell (slightly mason mount)

summary: ben had been incredibly distant since you had Theo, and Mason had step up to the role, only confusing your son.

notes: reqs are open

You and Ben had been completely smitten for the past three years, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. Everyone would often wonder when Ben would stop talking about you, when he’d stop bringing you into every conversation. He’d often talk about you to Mason, during training, on the bench, in the dressing rooms, it was torture, but he was happy his friend was in love.

Mason finally met you when Ben threw a surprise party for your birthday, and the two of you got along better than anyone could’ve imagined. You were both massive Marvel nerds, you both played the same games, and you were pretty much Mason with a wig on. Which was scary to think about for Ben. The three of you spent so much time together; Mason often coming over for movie nights, or to take turns playing games, and Ben would sometimes come home to you in a PlayStation party, not needing to ask who it was as he knew it was Mason.

When you finally announced your pregnancy, everyone was over the moon, and Ben was too impatient to wait for his little one. His baby that was half him and half you, the baby to prove his love for you. He’d treated you like a queen throughout, making sure to make dinner when he could, doing housework, fetching whatever you needed from the shop. And Mason, who was overly excited to be an Uncle to another kid, was always over to help, keeping you company if you were waiting on Ben.

He was the one to actually drive you to the hospital when your water broke, Ben having been in Milton Keynes as he was visiting his mum. Ben was adamant on Mason staying at yours, because you were due to pop any day now, and you were glad he did. The nurses had taken you to a bed, whilst Mason called Ben to tell him the news. His baby was finally coming.

Ben had arrived hours later, exhausted from driving as well as the little amount of sleep he’d had, but holding his son in his arms was all worth it. His little Theo, Mason dramatically deflated in the chair beside your bed, hoping the newborn would have a rendition of his name, if not the same. Everyone got their chance to hold him, greet him, get him familiar with their faces and voices. It was a moment you didn’t want to ever finish.

But once Theo was born, Ben slid away a bit. Instead of volunteering to do the night feed, or hush him to sleep, he just rolled over with a pillow on his head. And wondered why Theo preferred his mummy. Mason had offered to help whenever Ben either couldn’t or didn’t want to, and you always accepted, because you couldn’t do it on your own. It didn’t take long for you to get sick of Ben not giving his son the time of day, and so you confronted him. And he’d eventually realised you were right, he knew he needed to put more effort in with his sun instead of focusing so much on football. You’d make the excuse of him not being used to having a baby, and football was all he knew, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

You were quickly approaching Theo’s fourth birthday, and Ben seemed far more interested in his work than his own son. As you brought up going to buy the balloons tomorrow, he quickly cut you off to tell you about the interviews he'd be doing tomorrow. You never expected him to put work before you, because you knew how important his career was to him. But even Mason had cancelled on work for Theo, and that wasn't even his son.

With Ben deciding not to listen, and you had to get the entire party sorted in three days, Mason was your only option. You'd called him on the way back from the school run, after giving Theo your love for the day.

"Mase, I'm so sorry to be a bother, but I need your help." You admitted, sat in the ASDA car park with an already forming headache. You knew today was the start of his week off, and he'd booked this weekend off for the party. Luckily, there were no matches, just training and promotional videos and interviews, in which Ben had decided was unmissable.

"Anything, what's up?"

"Ben is no help, he's too fussed about work, so I need a hand with sorting Theo's party out." You spoke, checking the time before leaving your car, "I'm in ASDA right now, I'm gonna buy all the decorations and then go and get a cake sorted. Could you meet me at my house soon?"

As promised, Mason was at yours within two hours, catching you as you parked in your driveway and started lifting things in. He helped you hide it all, and put the cake receipt and order number on the fridge.

"So, is he booking this weekend off for Theo's party?" Mason asked, sitting beside you on the couch and huffing in exhaustion. You shrugged, this entire situation making you want to cry. You just wanted Ben to be more involved in his family, it shouldn't have to be his best friend stepping in.

"Only God knows, Mase. I doubt it, though. He seems pretty adamant that these Chelsea videos are important." You replied, the pair of you laughing afterwards, but you were serious. Since Theo was born, all he's done is put football first, and left his mate to take on fatherly duties.

Theo's birthday and party was tomorrow, and you were thankful it fell on a weekend, so he could celebrate his actual birthday with a party. The pair of you were in the kitchen, Theo was doing a colouring book at the island, when the doorbell sounded.

"I wonder who that could be." You said to Theo, who excitedly followed you. You opened the door, Mason stood with a handful of presents and an eager smile on his face. Theo was jumping with glee and waiting to pounce onto Mason, the pair of them had an unbreakable bond. And you didn't expect any less, seeing as Mason has been such a help with him growing up.

"Are you excited?" Mason asked, the presents now on the island and Theo on his hip, but Theo's eyes were glued to the Toy Story wrapping paper.

"They are my presents?" Theo wondered, giving you a look before looking up at Mason, who giggled and nodded at the three year old.

"Yeah, all from Uncle Mase."

Theo had gone back to colouring, and you were talking to Mason whilst continuing to cook dinner.

"Do you want to stay for dinner? Ben won't be back until tomorrow. Or at least I hope it's tomorrow and not next week." You mumbled, stirring the mince into the Bolognese sauce. Mason was sat beside Theo, colouring alongside with him, and your heart lifted at the sight. You just wished it were Ben.

"Sounds good, and I'm sure he'll be here. I hope he'll be here, it's not fair on this one otherwise." Mason mentioned, putting the crayon down and scruffing his hair. You hummed, turning your attention back to your dinner and hoping to forget about Ben for now. All that came from thinking about him was pain.

Will you be back for Theo's party tomorrow? You texted Ben, before plating dinner up for you, Theo, and Mason. You almost lost your appetite worrying about it, just picturing Theo's heartbroken face as he wonders where his daddy is.

Yeah, don't do the cake until 2pm, Ben texted back. And you could've sworn you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Mason helped to clean up, and put Theo to bed as you began to set up the house. You put the balloons around the house, you hung up little decorations, you made the house look Avengers-infested. Mason walked downstairs with widened eyes at the sight of the house, and you, putting the dozens of mini cupcakes on a two-tiered dish with a lid.

"Help me with the goodie bags," you whispered, despite Theo being completely sound asleep. Mason shoved one of every toy and mini chocolate into the bag, watching how you put a little sticker over the top to seal it, and copying you.

The pair of you were downstairs for hours, giggling and running around the house to set the house up for your son, finally sat back at the island and out of breath. You made the mistake of looking at Mason, who was already looking at you, and it didn't take long for your lips to be on his. You knew it was wrong, but you missed Ben. Not only as a father, but as a boyfriend. You missed how intimate the two of you used to be, until football became his one and only.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a slight crack to your voice as you realised the mistake you'd made, "I shouldn't have done that. My heart is still Ben's, he's just a terrible father."

Mason grabbed your hand and held it, the pair of you making eye contact again. "It's okay, it never happened. But I thought you should know that when I was putting Theo to bed earlier, he called me daddy. He said, 'goodnight daddy.' Maybe he thought Ben was home? I'm not sure."

Now Theo was confused. Ben had created such a rift between the three of you, that now you were kissing Mason and Theo was calling him dad. It was completely fucked. Maybe you wanted someone to blame, maybe you didn't want to believe that you kissed Mason and that it felt good.

Mason had come back early morning, and the moment you saw him, last night came rushing back. When you kissed him and you knew you shouldn't have. When he kissed back.

"Where's the birthday boy?" Mason asked, rubbing his hands together as he entered your home, only the kitchen light on. You quietly walked into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to put some milk into your travel mug to complete your coffee.

"Not awake yet, I need to go and get the cake from the bakery. Are you okay to make him breakfast if he wakes up?" You asked, walking past Mason with slight bump to the shoulder and a heavy sigh.

"Hey," Mason spoke, reaching out for your arm and stopping you in place, "what's up? Talk to me."

"How are you still friends with me? How are you okay with acting like last night never happened? I'm racked with guilt and you're still helping me out as if I didn't cheat on your best friend with you." You explained, pulling at your hair and whimpering in frustration. Mason could tell that wasn't the only issue, you were missing Ben, and so was Theo.

"The kiss meant nothing to you, you miss Ben and I can see that. Anyone can see that," Mason reasoned, his hands on your arms as you looked up at him, "you need help and I'm always going to be your friend, whether you like it or not. Ben has been gone and I'm not letting you do this on your own. I won't have it."

You didn't deserve Mason, as simple as that.

Whilst you were gone to collect the cake, Theo had woken up and met Mason in the kitchen, which could only be confusing the poor boy more. Mason smiled, picking the newly four-year-old up and smothering him with hugs and kisses.

"Hello, birthday boy." Mason cooed, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard, "are you hungry? You can eat anything." Theo pointed to the coco pops, and Mason poured a reasonable amount and sat him at the island.

The two of them were enjoying breakfast together, Mason sipping on the tea he'd made after you left, his mind still processing kissing you last night. He kissed back, and he didn't regret it. You deserved some love, after not having received it in God knows how long as Ben was too focused on work. He enjoyed the kiss, and there was no denying that.

"Are you my daddy?" Theo asked out of the blue, startling Mason into almost spitting his tea out. How does he approach a question like this? Without you, too.

No, but I'm hopelessly in love with your mum. Absolutely not.

"No, Ben is your daddy. I'm your uncle Mase, you know this silly." Mason replied, his heart still hammering against his chest. Theo, thankfully, returned to eating his cereal and leaving Mason to think about things. What would he do from here? Hope that Ben doesn't change his ways so he can swoop in and take his spot? No, that was evil. And unfair on you and Theo.

When you had arrived home, you put the cake into the fridge and all you had to was wait for the kids in Theo's class to arrive. But Theo was begging to open some gifts, and you decided to let him. The three of you were sat in the living room, the gifts all on the floor beside the couch.

"Grab an Uncle Mase present first," Mason whispered as Theo approached the pile, which earned him a nudge. He ended up opening a bunch of presents from Mason, one of which was a football. And he loved them all. He even got his own little tracksuit, which he was adamant on wearing today.

Kids had arrived, running around outside as the adults watched them from the seated area in the garden. You were busy inside with Mason, putting party food out in five minute intervals so everyone had a chance to eat something. Mason watched as you put mini sausage rolls onto a plate, his gaze drifting to your hair as it fell down your back, the smile on your face as you spoke about Theo. It was becoming harder to hide the feelings he'd felt for well over a year now.

It was nearing 4pm and Ben was a no-show, your heart seizing as you grabbed the cake from the fridge in frustration. You weren't going to wait any longer for this asshole to appear, he was already two hours later than promised.

You all sang happy birthday to your son, watching as his little lungs blew out the candles on the cake, before taking it inside to be shared. Mason placed his hand on your back as he watched you cut the cake into little slices. But your mind was more than pre-occupied when you watched Ben walk into the kitchen and look around for his little boy.

"I'm gonna go and grab the birthday boy," Mason excused himself as Ben watched his hand move from your back. Ben waited until Mason was completely outside before confronting you, Theo's gift sat forgotten on the island.

"You and Mason are pretty close, hm?" He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. You rolled your eyes, as it hadn't even been a minute before the man had walked through the door, two hours after he should have.

"If you have nothing nice to say, Ben, then just leave again. I'm used to it by now." You retorted, placing another little cake slice into a freezer bag. Ben tutted, and it angered you that he didn't see that he was in the wrong.

"If I have nothing nice to say? Are you hearing yourself? I've just walked into my home to see my best mate's hands on my wife. What the fuck happened whilst I was gone?" Ben argued, keeping a close eye to make sure nobody was heading inside. But they all seemed pretty happy, running around after Theo.

"A lot has happened. Theo called Mason daddy last night, before bed. Mason has been more of a help this week than you have in the last few months. It's not fair on Theo and it's certainly not fair on me, Ben. We have missed you, Theo's missing his daddy, and I'm missing my husband. But football is your be all and end all, so it's better if you just leave altogether."

"And have Mason play dad to Theo? And have Mason play husband to you? Is that what's been going on whilst I've been gone?" Ben asked, and he was red with anger. This man had no reason to be angry, if anything, you should be.

"Family isn't something you can just walk away from and come back to when it suits you, Ben. Theo deserves someone constant in his life. And if that's Mason, so be it. Because he's done far more for him than you have. So I'm not surprised Theo is calling him dad, because you're certainly not acting like one." You spoke, trying to remain calm but you were losing it. As much as you loved Ben, he was making it so difficult to forgive him.

Ben didn't say anything, he just left. Mason had watched the whole thing, he saw Ben slam the front door and he took that as his chance to check on you. You were holding onto the counter with one hand, your other over your eyes as you cried. How had your family been so broken up over Ben?

"Hey," Mason spoke softly, placing his hand onto your shoulder. He thought you'd tell him to fuck off and leave, because Ben so clearly blamed Mason for this. And not himself. You turned to Mason pulling him into a hug, not wanting to let go anytime soon. You had no idea what to do from here, whether or not to chase after Ben and fix this, or leave him and let Mason in.

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