#idk its a whole thing and i hope they keep doing interesting things with them especially considering that he possibly planned that murder

[skunkes]

unsure how to word this but there is something about having ocs with unsavory events happening in their past where it's like. talking about it, even when asked, seems almost gratuitous and inappropriate. and i'd much rather describe it through the oc themself and/or draw Them saying it. which is like. fitting for the subject matter? like of course its weird to talk about somebody else's business...!

and falls back into humanizing em/exploratory writing and development where u consider the impact of words said/words unsaid/HOW those words are said etc etc

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Him again (Wendy Carter)

[decojellyfish]

First. I love your work! Just the whole writing and stuff is so AAAAAAAA wonderful.

Second. Idk if its a gonna be a bother or something but i reread the Bonbon fanfic and thought if you could do a part 2. With the idea of because ghost is already a rescue price then brings another rescue home like gaz or soap.

I HOPE IM NOT BOTHERING YOU IM SORRYYYY

You're not a bother at all! In fact, I should be apologizing to you for taking so long with this! I hope it was worth the wait, enjoy! This is the official part 2 of Bonbon! (Go give it a read if you're interested :))

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Boom! Boom!

Hybrid AU! TF141 (Retired) Guard Dog! Ghost x (Retired) Fight Dog! Soap x Kitten! Reader x Owner! Price Reader is only addressed as 'you' !!No Romance Towards Reader For Obvious Purposes!!

SFW ~ Fluff

Warnings: Occasional swearing? There’s barely any

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Cute Circus - Twintail Tsundere" 0:09 ━●────────── 2:47 ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

───♡───────────── Beginning It had been a year since you’d been adopted by Price and a few things have changed.

First of all, you had forgotten what it felt like to be starving or what you smelled like when they’d first found you. Bubble baths were a routine part of your week, and you loved playing with your toys and scratching posts. Sometimes, when you’d be mad, you would take it out on your scratching post, or if you were feeling rebellious, you would commit the cardinal sin of doing it on the couch. But you also loved snuggling. Whether it was Price or Ghost, you loved curling up on their lap under a blanket with one of your toys. Sometimes it would be the only thing that would get you to fall asleep.

Price enjoyed the extra company and finally had someone to accompany Ghost while he was gone. Price had never really taken on a father role in his life until you came into the picture. At points, he felt like the best father figure anyone could ask for; other times, he wondered if he knew anything at all about parenting. Sometimes, he felt like he was being too mean to you, snuggling with you after a small quarrel as an act of both apologizing and forgiving.

Ghost, on the other hand, felt as if you weren’t disciplined enough. He felt like you were a little brat, getting into trouble all the time with the blame usually falling on Ghost’s shoulders. You were a little angel in Price’s eyes, only to turn around and kick Ghost out of his usual spots around the house, running it like you owned the place. But only he was allowed to be your bully. Any time you, him, and Price were out and another hybrid tried to get smart with you, a kitten, Price would have to physically hold Ghost back as he barked up a storm about how he was gonna turn them into fish food by drowning them.

But all in all, things were nice. 

Then came along the mutt from the forest.

You had been playing in the yard for about an hour, Ghost was supervising you to make sure you didn’t run off into the woods. He was bored, but still kept his ears perked for any sign of danger… which he quickly caught a whiff of. He stood up from his seated position in the grass and made his way over to where the mouth of the forest began.

There was a small forest that resided in the backyard of Price’s neighborhood. You were only ever allowed to go in there under the supervision of both Ghost and Price. So when you saw Ghost slowly venturing out into the woods, you knew something was up. Your little ears perked up, your fluffy tail swishing with childlike curiosity.

So naturally, as the little kitten you were, you did the sensible thing.

You silently followed behind Ghost, not alerting him of your presence. He was too focused on finding the danger and keeping it from coming any closer to his family.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Ghost was following a certain scent, it seemed to belong to a burly one, built similarly to him. They smelled sweaty, musky, and… scared? No, angry. No, scared? A mix of both? It was a marbled mess of both emotions.

His ears twitched in one direction, sensing a rapidly approaching figure. He quickly turned his body to face the figure head-on, ready to attack. His guard dog instincts kicked in with a small snarl as he eyed the violent dog approaching. That’s when a little thing caught his attention in the corner of his eye.

It was you!

What the hell were you doing here?! How did you follow him so silently?? Probably because you were a cat, but that’s beside the point. He looked at your tiny form with wide eyes, “What are you doing here?! Get back to the house! Now-!” He was cut off when he suddenly got tackled.

The two bulky figures collided, rolling and flying across the rough ground, causing you to yelp in alarm.

Ghost let out a growl, grabbing the figure by their shoulders and forcing them away, ready to bark their arse off before something made him stop. His eyes were wide and his mouth awkwardly hanging open. The figure, another dog-hybrid, had also stopped and was now catching his breath as he stared down at Ghost with a similar expression.

It was silent for a few moments, just the two canines panting for air with their bewildered expressions. The mysterious pup was first to break the silence.

“Ghost?”

“Soap?” Ghost replied, just as astonished as Soap was.

“Ghost!” Soap rejoiced, pulling his brother from another mother close into a hug. “Oi, where’ve ya been?? How’s retirement goin’???” He had a giant smile on his face, his tail wagging so much that it was causing his hips to move side to side as well slightly. 

“Eh, it’s been good. Eventful. Why the hell are you all roughed up? They kick you out or somethin’?” “Uhh, it’s complicated.” Soap chuckled. “Let’s jus’ say, I got roped into underground fightin’ and now I’m also retired.” He laughed a little more while Ghost looked at him slightly confusedly.

“Oh, hey! No mask!” Soap pointed out, now holding Ghost’s head and examining his face. “Aye, I knew you were a blondie!” “Yes, Soap, being retired means there’s no need to hide my identity.” Ghost sighed as he was forcefully examined by his old friend.

Soap smiled from dog-ear to dog-ear as he finally got to see the face of his good friend, looking at each scar, wrinkle, and bump his face had to offer. “You’re quite the looker, Ghost.” He smirked before he was abruptly attacked by a little thing.

You meowed and hissed as you latched onto the weird man who decided to attack the man who was like a big brother in your eyes. Your claws were tiny, but you spent a fair amount of time with your scratching posts so you knew how to hook them in. The man yowled and reached back, quickly plucking you off of him as his chipped ears pinned to the back of his head.

You kept hissing and scratching the air in his direction while he and Ghost looked at each other, Soap was obviously more confused while Ghost was trying to hold back a chuckle. “Who the hell is this??” “Uh… they’re with me, Soap.”

Soap looked at his best friend with eyes as wide and big as saucers, “...you had a kid?!” He looked at you again before looking back down, “...with a cat?!”

Ghost just had to stifle his chuckles, his head slightly shaking back and forth. He had to contain his laughter before finally telling Soap the whole story about you.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Price had finally returned home after a long, tiring shift at work. With a soft thud, he set his bag down near the front door and took his coat off.

“I’m home!” He called out, his gravelly voice laced with a hint of exhaustion. His eyes perked up at the muffled sound of you playing outside, with Ghost he assumed. Your happy giggles and squeals, an occasional shriek of surprise followed by more laughter. It made him smile knowing you were getting proper time outside despite the temperatures gradually decreasing as autumn approached.

Walking to the back door, Price opened it expecting to see two hybrids playing in the backyard but was surprised when he saw three, even after trying to recount them to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind. For a moment Price thought it was a feral hybrid who had planned on attacking his family, but realized you weren’t in any danger while Ghost was still supervising.

You were playing with the feral hybrid, and he was playing with you. He would chase you, you would chase him, ride on his back while he ran around, and laugh as he put on a show for you as he chased his tail in rapid, small circles. Still, Price was your father (in a sense) so he had to step in.

“Ghost,” he shouted at the blonde pup, “What’s all this?” Ghost looked over at the old man, offering a reassuring smirk. “Just an old work buddy, or friend. Can we keep ‘im?” He chided, his tail slightly wagging. Price only sighed, already knowing there was only one correct answer.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

So now, this is your current life. Ghost watching as you and Soap play around in the living room, lazily attempting to play with you on the couch, and Price shouting from the kitchen, as he’s making dinner, to be careful and not knock anything over.

Soap would always get this guilty look on his face when he was told this, knowing he was the culprit behind the murder of a few innocent standing vases and decor.

You loved playing with him, especially when he would play this game where he pretended you were a bomb that he had to drop (safely onto the couch, of course). He would do a dramatic countdown, “3…2…1!” and then plop you right onto the couch cushion then the two of you would chant, “Boom! Boom!”

Then, he would tickle you relentlessly until Ghost barked at him to stop because he didn’t like your little giggle-shriek sounds. Soap would stop, then make Ghost his next target by scratching behind his scarred ears. This caused Ghost to kick one of his legs uncontrollably, making you giggle.

There were times when you didn’t like Soap as much. Sometimes, he would take a bit of food from your plate without you noticing, making you through a small hissyfit when he finally took a noticeable amount. Other times, he would bark at you to stop scratching at the armrests of the couch before gesturing to all the other scratching posts you had.

In return, you would give him… the silent treatment.

Which lasted about 5 or 10 minutes until you asked him to play with you, which he happily agreed to with a small chuckle.

But the most enjoyable part of your days now was in the evenings after dinner. When you’d be curled up between Price and Ghost, your head in Price’s lap as he kept a hand scratching your head, and Ghost keeping a hand on your back or belly (depending on which position you were resting in) as he felt the subtle rise and fall of your lungs as you drifted off. 

Soap usually sat on the floor, his head close to yours, so your relaxed purrs went directly into his ear. This made his tail wag with a repetitive soft thumping. All of you were probably settled down for a movie of some sort or just stayed in the living room for a small chat. Not like you were paying any attention though, you were just there to fall asleep.

However, other times, Price would read you a bedtime story instead. With Ghost and Soap sitting by you for extra security as you fell asleep that way, still loudly purring and making biscuits out of your blankie.

They would all wait for your purrs to fade out and biscuits to slow to an eventual stop, signaling that you had fallen asleep, and now was the tricky part of tiptoeing away from your little cat bed without waking you up.

Once they were successful, they would close the door, leaving it open with a small crack to allow a little light to pour in. They all snuck one last peek at you before leaving with a content sigh or grunt.

They loved how you took them on all sorts of adventures with occasional mischief.

They loved their lives

And they loved you. ───♡───────────── End

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[miumura]

💭 — GUNWOOK AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

how it’s like having gunwook as your boyfriend !

pairing bf!gunwook x gn!reader genre fluff

💬 : finally a req done after so long .. why am i nervy posting this LMAO and it might just be me but this feels rather short compared to my other hcs .. idk maybe its bc i havent done these “… as ur bf” in a while HELP but anyways thank you soso much for requesting anons ! i hope you enjoy 🫶

— the type to be first to make a sudden flirty move just to get a reaction out of you. i think he would enjoy seeing you flustered just by the sudden gestures he’d make. but, once it’s reciprocated back, he is so definitely backing down and giggling at you he’s going to be thinking about it the whole day

— ^ that being said, i feel like he’s the type to easily get embarrassed when trying to express his feelings for you. it’s not that he doesn’t want to, it’s just that since he’s letting you see the soft / vulnerable side of him, he thinks that it could be much sometimes. but he tries to not let that bother him because he truly wants you to see that you’re loved and you deserve it!!

— i think he’s a big physical touch person so he would he clingy. doesn’t matter what you guys are doing or where you are, he’s definitely doing it subconsciously since he does it so much. and hugs are definitely his thing.

— back hugs would fluster him. he’s just so used to giving you bear bugs and just wrapping you with his arms. so, having your arms wrapped around his waist would be so sudden to him. even so, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy it 🫡

— the type to COMPLETELY get lost in your eyes and just start admiring the features on your face. probably would caress your cheek while giving you a soft smile LIEK 😣

— he would find your little habits or gestures to be cute, which causes him to copy you 💔 so don’t worry, he’s not mocking you, he just finds you rather endearing and has to express it in a loving way ^^

— he would stay up with you all night to talk about random things. i feel like after a long day, he would definitely go on a debrief session with you. like without a doubt you two would probably come up with something that gets both of you either heated or on the same page LMAO or it could be you two coming up or trying to solve theories about ANYTHING.

— would definitely love compliments from you ☝️ especially loves compliments about his physique as he does work hard to keep himself fit and also would get flustered by them but he would also appreciate you giving him compliments about things he’s rather insecure about and would always use that as a reminder for himself when he’s having doubts </3

— would be extremely attentive to what you’re saying and what you want. he would want to listen to everything you’re saying, even if you’re not directly talking to him. i feel like he would take note of things in any conversation (with or without him in it) and make notes of what you like or dislike

— the type to carry all your things without any complaints

— would be such a great person to facetime !! you would definitely stay up with him at night just laughing at your inside jokes or anything in particular that interests you both

— would love if you were to go to the gym or just be active with him (bonus if you could play sports with him) ! i feel like he would enjoy the company and would work out extra since he’s within your presence (you’re his motivator!!!)

— would have “i love you” “i love you more” etc etc battles LMAO and as a competitive person himself, he is definitely not letting you win <3

— honestly would admire you. if you’re someone special to him, he would definitely treasure everything about you and every moment spent with you. i just feel like he would be so supportive of everything you do and would definitely work his hardest to reciprocate back all the love you give him (and if possible, even more than that). like he truly would not mind taking time out of his day just to be with you and give you all the love you deserve!

💭 — everything leaves my body when it comes to gunwook

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[celestiallystella]

omg i saw the mer leg naughty hcs and HOT!!

can you do something similar w/mer Four?

yall it aint even mermay yet, calm down (jkjk yes, i love the idea of this SO much. mer lu in general <3)

Mer! Four x GN!Reader (NSFW & SFW)

GN! Reader means no pronouns used and no specific genitalia mentioned! since this is a four specific request, we'll get general four, then red, blue, green, and vio all seperately! Their sections will be much smaller thn fours :) there IS an established relationship, and reader is from fours hyrule <3

since four never... got a mermaid suit, we're just going to pretend he got cursed at some point and can now switch between the two forms at will. idk, maybe its like h20 just add water. dont ask me, idk yet

this will include BOTH sfw and nsfw headcanons for four :D a lot of the nsfw ones can be seen as both in and out of mer form so ykyk

i hope you enjoy!!

he doesn't actually mind the whole mer thing

is he surprised when he suddenly has a tail, fins, gills, you know.. the whole nine yards? yes. VERY

but also he did all the minish bullshit, so he just kind of shrugs, figures out how to turn back, and that's that

when he finally gets around to telling you that he can go half fish now, youre more interested in it than he wouldve thought

he has no issues with showing you, though, so you two end up at a relatively secluded little pond.

the water looks clean, and it doesn't irritate his gills when he ducks into it, so it works

you point out a lot of things he hadn't noticed the first time, on account of him quickly figuring out how to switch back and not touching the ability again (despite vio's intrigue)

his scales are SO colorful

to be expected, but man they're glittery

their base color is a soft looking green, but every time he shifts his tail under the sun, they glimmer different colors

you end up asking to touch his tail, and he agrees

he is nottttt expecting how a simple brush of your fingers makes him shiver a bit.

youre very gentle with his scales and it makes him very flustered

very much loves the way you drag your hand across them

If any of his scales fall off, they're immediately gifted to you

in that same thought process, youre guaranteed to eventually have at least one scale from each of his aspects, so a minimum of five in total

NSFW

Four is handsy. VERY handsy

He also likes you being handsy

He loves the way your hands drag against his scales, loves the way it makes him shiver

He'll guide your hands to touch his fins - something he quickly realizes is FAR too arousing

What do you MEAN your warm hands just hardly ghosting over the thin, fragile skin on his fins makes him near moan????

You definitely abuse that fact as long as he doesn't tell you to stop, and it isn't long before he grabs you and pulls you into the water as well

Hes lost about how to go about this, but decides fuck it, why not just go like normally?

The water is shallow enough that if he lays you with your legs out in the water and your head closer to shore, the water only really brushes against the edges of the tips of your pointed (pink, now) ears

Your clothes are soaked, and who is he to keep you soaking in wet clothes? Theyre gone asap

His lips are all over you

Neck, shoulders, chest, belly, jaw, lips, forehead

Anywhere and everywhere

He has your legs wrapped around his waist, right where the scales taper into skin

Its odd, but he really likes the sensation

He wastes ZERO time in starting to finger fuck you

He is a pro with his fingers, do not doubt this man and his determination to get you to orgasm at least once before he actually starts fucking you

Of course, he IS mindful, so if you tell him you arent gonna cum, or you dont want to yet, he shrugs and listens, stopping when u tell him

Once he's inside you he realizes that 'oh this IS really different.'

The water around the two of you, your hair wet, the beads of water on your skin, the way you shiver and gasp in brand new ways thanks to the cold water surrounding you

The way your hands and nails dig into his skin, little patches of scales disturbed by your touch and making him shudder and groan

He takes his time once he realizes how absolutely arousing this image of you is

His thrusts are slow, deep and forceful

He makes sure you FEEL him

If your legs fall off his waist and are just there, spread for him, oh MAN

Game over

The speed with which this man suddenly has you in a mating press is WILD

(If you express discomfort with that, he will pull out of that and smooth his hands over your thighs, thrusts stilling until you give him the go-ahead while he kisses your jaw.)

Anywho, he loves the way you moan, the way you arch and choke out little pleas for more

He is infatuated with how quickly he can make you fall apart

The way his scales drag over your skin as he fucks you is absolutely addicting, he discovers

When he eventually orgasms, just like in bis hylian form, he pulls out

The only time he wouldn't pull out is if you directly tell him you don't want him to before sex

Red

Having a mer tail is the best thing to happen since the last time you gave him a hug, in his eyes

When they split, his tail is a pale red that deepens into a darker red in warm waters

That was THRILLING to discover for him

he likes splashing the water with his tail and seeing the other fish scatter

it amuses him to no end, and rightfully so since they intrinsically trust him (mer bs) and keep coming back

he doesnt hurt them though dwdw

he likes when you touch the fins attached to his ears

youre, of course, really gentle with it, so it makes him all giddy and cuddly to have you playing with them

NSFW

he likes laying in the water, with his dick fully inside you, and having you just roll your hips or grind against him

he doesn't really need or desire more than that

sex with him (especially in his mer form) is slow and time consuming

the chances he'll actually orgasm are low, but never zero

like i said, he likes it slow - slow enough that his boner often completely softens

he does not care at all

i feel like he just really likes the intimacy of sex, and will just kind of go along with what you want

Vio

His tail isnt a true violet, its a dark, deep purple and it pisses him off (he will not admit it bothers him off, but it does)

close to black, with a hint of purple in the sun

the others 100% make fun of him for it

either way, if you compliment it his distaste for it will lessen a bit

you probably get the first scale of your collection from him

he'd see a loose scale, wiggle it a bit, realize it doesn't hurt to do that, and just rip it out

it does not hurt, the skin under it is just a bit sensitive since he shouuullddd have waited until the new scale pushed the old out (like.. teeth or smth) but he was curious

that is also when they all discover that scale loss for one of them does not = scale loss for all of them when theyre four

he prefers sitting on rocks, or on the shoreline, sprawled out, with his head in your lap

NSFW

there isn't much to say for him tbh

he likes you under him, your arms around his neck

probably the only one of them to give oral immediately (the others will if asked, no problem, but vio looovesss having the taste of you coating his mouth and lips)

while he's always down to have sex with you, there are times he just... can not get hard (through no fault of yours, of course) and he will do his absolute best to still get you off

fingers, mouth, praise, whatever might work

in mer form, he lovesssss asking you to play with his body however you want

its arousing, intimate, and he can also learn plenty from it about himself and you

Blue

His tail is where all the glimmer in fours tail comes from

Its the perfect shade of blue in his eyes, and it doesn't even need to be in water, or under the sun, for it to be all glimmery

He lords this over the others' heads

his fins are all a bluish gray, though, which he finds unfortunate

you like them, though, and that's really all that matters

he likes having his torso floating in the water, his tail in your lap

is your lap soaked because of him? yes, of course

does he care? no, of course not. youll dry

he loovesss having your nails drag along the edges of his scales gently

you dont hurt him, at least not on purpose, and it feels really nice, like an itch he didn't know he had was finally being scratched (which is very well could be)

anytime he has a scale stuck that won't get pushed out on its own he goes to you instead of any number of his brothers (unlike the rest, who will first turn to one another and THEN you)

NSFW

any position. he does NOT gaf as long as he's allowed to plow into you

teeth? in your shoulder. he is at least somewhat mindful to not hurt you

his hands are all over you. he's where four's general handsy nature comes from tbh (not red, like most may expect)

he makes it his personal mission to mark you up as much as humanely possible

he's the one who will push a bit at boundaries, though if you clearly state no or are clearly uncomfortable with something he won't push

but like.. you tell him not to give you any hickeys? his tongue in licking everywhere you told him not to mark up

Green

Has the "boring" tail, according to blue

Dull green color, seems pretty boring

Until its under the sun light and then suddenly WOAH his scales are near iridescent, whattt??

honestly, while he had almost thought that fours tail was his favorite, once he realizes his tail is iridescent, it's suddenly his favorite thing

likes to think his scales are your favorite, even if they arent actually

he will gaslight himself all he wants, thank you very much

he doesn't have any particular favorite ways you touch him in the form

he does, however, LOVE seeing you with any number of the scales he will eventually gift you

it looks so nice with your skin and eyes, in his opinion, how could he NOT like seeing that part of him with you??

NSFW

this man is BOSSY in bed (.../water??? 💀)

if you want him to be doing all the work, he will, but he will very clearly make it known he doesn't want you to do anyyything besides lay there and tell him how he's doing

if you want to be the one doing the work, he's iffy at first

its not that he doesnt trust you or something, but i dont think he likes not being able to guide you or control the situation

as long as you reassure him A LOOOTT that if he tells you to stop doing something, or guides you to do something else, that youll listen, he'll be content to let you do as you please

he watches you like a hawk though

also the one that ogles you the most.

all of them love you, but he stares at your naked body the longest, a near ennndless stream of compliments from his lips

four's aforementioned realization of how absolutely stunning you look while he fucks you in the water stems from green's thought processes

yeah so i definitely ended up with a lot of general hcs for both in and out of mer form (especially with the nsfw ones for each individual color) oopsies, shrug

the tails were the most fun to imagine for each of them, i wont lie

sorry if the way i talked about each aspect felt awkward LMAO i see them calling one another brothers, for ease, and when they're all fused theyre just "Four" or "Link"

hope you enjoyed!

[margaretthotcher]

Look I can disparage DTS as much as the next guy for being inaccurate and stirring up drama, but thats basically all the f1 youtubers I watch too. Its good entertainment about my special interest, so without further adieu, here are some of the episodes I think would make if I was producing season 7:

Episode 1: Scarlett Fever

The season opener. Starts with many many social media tweets about the lewis to ferrari rumours, have a talking head that says most rumours in f1 are nothing, even if they're true they take weeks to come to fruition, Im picturing this as Will Buxton. Cut To: LEWIS HAMILTON TO FERRARI FOR 2025. Have Lewis do a talking head maybe idk. Next Carlos going I was never going to keep it against the 7x world champ. Jeddah. open on some stock footage of the formula 2 quali to set the seen vaguely mention ollie on pole. Carlos has a talking head basically saying every race from now on is him auditioning for a new seat, Except..... he gets appendicitis, what will ferrari do??? enter Ollie to the talking head zone, he introduces himself as ferrari junior and reserve for both ferrari and haas. Ollie does well, hurrah. allude to seeing more of him later. We then get to Australia where they focus on Carlos's return. He says something like how he's still aiming for the podium regardless of his surgery last race. the assumption is max will win hence aiming for a podium. cut to the race and max breaking down, now carlos wins!!! excellent, idk wrap this up with some kind of cliffhanger.

Episode 2: The China Shop

This is basically the episode where nothing goes right for Red Bull. apparently someone has already confirmed it will partially cover the horner situation. I don't want to get into that here but assume that its also happening in this episode. Max wins the initial races but has a couple things happen in aus/miami, it becomes clear this won't be their 2023 season repeated. Checo is underperforming but holding out hope. People are talking about Daniel into Redbull as an option to replace Checo. The car is also slipping away from them, don't spoil the winners of the races for later in the season but show where Max and Checo are placing. They go on about how its fixable and they have an excellent design and engineering team. Cut to the breaking graphic of:ADRIAN NEWEY TO DEPART REDBULL. Another team principal, I want Toto but it's probably Zak, mocks them like "They're acting like a Redbull in a china shop" Horner comes in as if his allegations never happened and goes Checo just need the confidence of security, new contract for Checo, again wrap it up in a satisfying/cliffhangery way.

Episode 3: Anything Can Happen

This is where I have to acknowledge the fact that they absolutely aren't doing the 2/3 Mclaren/Ferrari episodes they need. In a ideal world, there would be a Mclaren boys both get their first wins episode before the big lando championship fight episode and Ferrari/Charles would get his Monaco and Monza episode, then at the end there would be one last episode about the constructors battle between them. They won't do this, and even I can't justify giving one team three whole episodes, we're only working with ten here.

Instead, Miami, Monaco, Silverstone, and Hungary are going to be one episode. I KNOW. It's too many, I don't care. This episode is basically that one edit to Anything Can Happen. It opens with some discussion about Lewis, Charles, and Lando, and their various curses with winning. Charles can't win monaco, Lewis can't win since he lost 2021, Lando can't win. you then have three basically mini episodes like 15 minutes each covering them each getting the win they want. You then have Will Buxton probably come in and mention that with Max, Carlos and George as well, we've now had 6 different winners in the first half of the season, last year we had 3 total yadayadayada. Cut to: Hungary Oscar leading the race and then Mclaren does the undercut. Radio drama ensues. They swap. Oscar gets his maiden win in only his second season, we have a 7th winner but not without controversy. Nobody seems happy, the episode ends with the promise of more drama at mclaren later in the season.

Episode 4: Red, White, and Argentinian Blue

less proud of this title but thats fine.Williams time.

It's basically a Logans greatest failures compilation (sorry bro I actually like you but this is TV drama), also includes Alex's great aussie crash and him getting logan's car anyway. You have something from logan at the beginning about improving on last year, and having another chance to show what he can do, just to twist the knife.

Have James Vowles then come in and explain that they tried to give Logan a chance they really did it's just not working out (whether anyone believes him on this is another matter entirely). While saying all this he also praises Carlos and talks about how they're dating and he's pregnant with Carlos's child or whatever went on there.

Alex says something sad about having been in Logan's position back at Redbull.

Logan gets fired, if possible I want behind the scenes of this conversation but that feels unlikely. Instead, we get the discussion of his replacement. Names thrown out include: Liam Lawson, Mick Schumacher, Kimi Antonelli, Whoever the actual williams reserve was, but James only has eyes for Franco. The junior team is his baby and Ollie doing so well at Jeddah gives him an excuse to take that chance. He talks about his hope for the younger generation after such a dry spell of good rookies between 2020 and 2024. this james making a diss at basically everyone but Oscar that's joined since the 2019 rookies, including those still racing like yuki and zhou.

We then get the Franco announcement and a summary of his first couple races, very simple, mostly just the baku double points. maybe also his singapore lap 1 nosedive. We end the episode thinking he's the next max verstappen, we get no further mention of williams crashes and failures. key implications being there are no spots for him at williams.

Episode 5: Haasta la Vista

nope that's even worse.

Gunther is gone. That's the episode.

No actually, theres some discussion of Gunther leaving and Ayao arriving but it's also clear from near the beginning of the episode that neither Nico or Kevin will be staying with Haas next season. Starting at testing the Haas car is shit everyone expects them to be last. Maybe highlight Ollie being their reserve as well as Ferraris and do one of those small flashbacks to Jeddah. Kevin is crashing and racking up penalty points, Nico is forcing the Haas into positions no one expected at testing. Ollie is announced as driver, followed quickly by Esteban.

This episode is basically Haas being successful when no one expected them to be. Kevin gets his one race ban, Ollie replaces him for baku, show Ollie beating Nico with basically no context of the crash or the race up til that point just that Ollie beat Nico.

Nico talks about being excited for sauber/audi, Kevin talks about seeing his kids grow up. They talk about each other too. In my dreams there is a big romantic haasbands compilation edit. It's actually just a oh yeah we used to not like eachother but now we're friends. This is actually one of the more wholesome episodes somehow.

Episode 6: Family Values

Look I need to preface this with the knowledge that the Netflix cameras weren't actually there for this first part, but I'm writing it anyway.

Open on Toto's house. Idk whether Susie was there at the time but we'll say yes because I love her. In the kitchen Toto and family are having breakfast, talking, laughing, hold on, laugh we recognise, pan over, sitting next to Jack on the breakfast bar stools is George, having a sleepover with Toto??? for some reason??? anyway have them discuss the upcoming season over breakfast, say how they're excited for the cars development, working with lewis, etc. etc. George goes to say goodbye and then once he's left, Toto gets a call from Lewis, he answers and greets him. His face drops.

Brief mention that merc is getting better but they dont know why, literal 30 second montage of their first 3 wins since we already covered Silverstone and the other too are just unfortunately not as relevant to the rest of the season.

Time jumped a bit now we get the debate of Lewis's replacement. Toto mentions trying to get Max. He's never getting Max. That's fine, he has his own little prodigy he's making skip years of junior series. Very brief discussion of sticking someone else like carlos in the merc for a year or two and letting kimi develop at williams first, considering his f2 performance, maybe they did drag him up too quickly. Nah it'll be fine... Ollie did fine.

Quick explaination from one of the journalists about Prema generally being considered the best team in f2 eg. charles, oscar, pierre. but then mention the new regulations they've struggled to get on top of. Then show how Ollie performed in Jeddah and Kimi outperforming Ollie in the standings

Toto mentions how he signed Kimi at 12 and seeing him now at 18 getting an f1 seat makes him so proud. Mercedes weird family dynamic continues with Toto comparing Kimi and George to being like his bonus sons, and when asked whether he thinks they'll fight says some bullshit about how all siblings fight but at the end of the day they do what's best for the family-uh-no-i-mean-team. We're all a little weirded out by this.

Talk about how George is ready to step up as team leader, he's learnt a lot from Lewis. Also show him being unbothered (definitely bothered) by Toto having a cool new prodigy.

Kimi crashes Georges car in fp1 at monza the day before the announcement. This worsens the tension (whether it actually exists or not). George makes a semi condescending comment about Kimi that's definitely taken out of context. everybody takes this as truth upon viewing it and hates on George once again. Kimi has a more successful fp1 at mexico. Kimi has a tiny interview about how he's excited to be an f1 driver.

This is one of the shorter episodes, it just looks long because I got too invested in breakfast at Totos.

Episode 7: Papaya Rules

If they don't call the Mclaren episode Papaya Rules, I will eat my hat.

This carries on from the set up of Anything Can Happen. Lando and Oscar have both won one race each but Lando is ahead in the standings and had to give up hungary to Oscar. Drive to Survive will make this a bigger drama than it is, the two will seem like they hate eachother. This is the closest they'll get to replicating season 1 maxiel invented drama.

I find this episode the hardest to write despite it having the clearest storylines I think. The only options seem to be make either Lando or Oscar the villain and I don't want to do that so I simply won't. In my version of Drive to Survive, the papaya rules episode is just a half hour long clip of them work shopping the name "papaya rules" in a meeting. followed by Oscar's overtake of Lando in Monza, a 5 minute montage of all the criticism of Mclaren and their team orders will they won't they attitude, Lando getting knocked out of Baku qualifying, Oscar winning Baku. Then the Brazil sprint swap followed immediately another 20 minutes of meetings in which Lando tries to tell the team that if he has the opportunity he will give Oscar back the sprint win. The team tell him not to do it. This is followed by the Qatar sprint swap, radios and all. Oscar and Lando have more beef with Mclaren strategy team than they do each other.

Episode 8: The dramatic irony Daniel-uh-I-Mean-VCARB episode

Contrary I think to popular opinion, I think Liam has to be a sympathetic character in this episode and therefore I think it starts with Liam. He's talking about how hard it was not racing this season after he got a shot last year. Mentions how last year he was in another series, this year he's only riding on the good will of his 2023 races. Meanwhile, you have Daniel, Yuki, and Checo fighting it out for the Red Bull seat. This part is very quick because it's already been covered in The China Shop but it's basically Checo's performance struggling while Daniel and Yuki are doing betterish. This episode then focuses more on Daniel's perspective than Checo's like the other episode did. You have someone saying something stupid about Daniel being the only person to beat Max in equal machinery back in 2016-18. How he beat Sebastian Vettel in a Red Bull. Something about how Daniel is a "lost world champion" swallowed up by the dominance of Mercedes during his prime (3rd in both 2014 and 2016 to Lewis and Nico). It's all very compelling, unfortunately, Daniel Now, just isn't cutting it.

For a brief moment post-spa it looks like the switch is happening anyway (P.S. if Netflix got the actual record of what happened here they can have my soul because I'm convinced Daniel genuinly had the seat for all of 3 days before money came in to change that), however Checo's contract is extended and now Red Bull has Daniel Ricciardo problem. Someone comments that you shouldn't have a senior driver in a junior team. Daniel was brought in to replace Checo and that's not happening anymore. meanwhile Yuki is out performing Daniel and the whole thing flips on him very quickly. Liam is looking at other teams but isn't allowed to proceed with them without Red Bull's permission until september, he's getting frustrated because seats are filling up fast and again, he thinks this is his last shot. VCARB have to make the drastic switch.

Singapore comes and Daniel is surrounded by rumours, he knows it doesn't look good. He says if I'm going out, I want to go out on a high note. He get's his fastest lap to help Max. He gets a fairwell from his pit crew even if Red Bull were too cowardly to do it themselves. We get a greatest hits compilation of Daniel on Drive to Survive (I don't care this is unrealistic). Mention somewhere Liam is replacing him for the rest of the season but has no guarantees for next season. He sits down in front of the Camera to say his goodbyes, he mentions never getting that world championship, but enjoying the journey anyway. Mentions Max, Mentions Yuki, We see him saying goodbye to people like Lando and others as his voice over plays. He says he didn't blame Oscar last time and he doesn't blame Liam now, it's not their fault they were all in a shitty situation. Daniel exits the singapore paddock at 2 am for the last time.

I don't care how self indulgent this section is, Daniel was literally the first person we ever saw on screen in season 1 episode 1, if anyone gets a sappy goodbye it's him.

Episode 9: Normandy Boys

The inevitable Alpine episode.

We already know that Esteban is going to Haas at the end of the season so this episode is dealing with the fall out from that, Brazil, and then Pierre at Abu Dhabi. Probably should throw in the Oli Oakes appointment somewhere in there too.

This episode starts by re-asserting Pierre and Esteban, Do Not Like Each Other. We see their crash at Monaco as part of a flashback. Esteban comes and tells us why he is leaving Alpine after all these years. He also says that the team was already pushing him out. "they've decided they can only have one, me or Pierre, and they chose Pierre.

You get a brief, 'here's Oli Oakes' bit, I still don't really know what his deal is so I guess I'd like to find out.

A bit more of Pierre and Esteban squabbling. Alpine is doing terribly. then: Brazil. Esteban qualifies 4th. Pierre is 15th, bumped to 13th. Race happens, you guys know how it goes, it's a fairytale. 2-3 for the team. Esteban gets his highest finish since his win. the team move from 9th to 6th in the standings, everyone is overjoyed.

Esteban and Pierre both talk about what this means for them, two boys from the same area of Normandy realising their dreams together despite their differences. They say nice things about each other it's cute.

We then get the final bomb that Esteban will not be racing in Abu Dhabi, Jack will. It's a big mess.

Will Buxton probably, again, says that it must be painful, "you know Esteban Ocon got this team it's only win under their new name, he was the only one who lasted through 2022, with Fernando Alonso and Oscar Piastri leaving the team so controversially, He was the first French Driver to win for the team since Alain Prost. Esteban Ocon, Was Alpine."

Esteban says, yeah, it hurts, to be pushed out like this. But he's looking forward to next season with his new team and teammate to take under his wing.

Oh yeah and somewhere in there mention Flavio Briatore, I just don't know where.

Episode 10: Giants

Mention that Max won the drivers championship back in Vegas, I don't care if you think Lando had a big shot at it so it has to be a storyline, Nope. Max won, it caused drama at Mclaren, we don't need a whole episode of Max v. Lando. What we do need, is Mclaren v. Ferrari. The two longest running teams in F1 history someone calls them the giants of the sport. Have each of the four drivers weigh in at the beginning of the episode. Charles says something vaguely religious about Ferrari, Lando says how it would be a great consolation since he lost the drivers-again, out of context quote people will hate him for anyway, Oscar says something about only being in his second season and being in a championship fight and how they didn't expect this last year, Carlos says something about how winning would be the best parting gift for the team. Fuck it, have Lewis weigh in too. Instead of saying Mercedes AMG Petrona-whatever, his title card reads "2008 World Driver's Champion with Mclaren, 2025 Ferrari Driver". This whole thing is probably lasting too long but they get Zak and Fred in on it too obviously.

You then get a very basic rehash of quali and the race, which really only amounts to Lando Oscar P1 P2, Carlos somewhere, Charles 19th. Championship over. But!!!: we forgot to account for Max Verstappen. Race start and max send Oscar straight to the back. Outrage at Mclaren garage. meanwhile, Charles has made up 11(???) places in one lap, championship fight is back on. show Charles/Oscar climbing back up the order, Charles to 3rd, Oscar only to 10th. The championship relies on Lando keeping the lead. Nervous shots of both garages. Lando almost makes a mistake and saves it. Carlos can't overtake. Lando and Mclaren win!! huzzah. We see some poor Ferrari intern/social media person hiding away the box containing the championship shirts that were definitely made just in case.

Oscar and Lando and Zak and Andrea give happy interviews. Charles and Carlos give sad ones. We think the episode is almost done but then we start getting shots of donuts and hugs and cheers' and then we hear short messages from Valtteri, Zhou, Kevin, and Checo, we've already had Logan and Daniel earlier. Franco also has a hope I'll be back message in there but it's before Checo's. Wait Checo saying Goodbye for now?? he had an extension? Liam replacement announcement comes in and then you have Liam sitting down wearing a Red Bull shirt instead of VCARB, the text replacement thing happens to switch his teams and he says:

"I'm Liam Lawson" then we hear "I'm Ollie Bearman", I'm Andrea Kimi Antonelli", "I'm Jack Doohan", "I'm Gabriel Bortoleto", "I'm Isack Hadjar", "I race for Oracle Red Bull Racing", "I race for Moneygram Haas F1 Team" "I race for Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team" "I race for BWT Alpine F1 Team" "I race for Stake F1 Team Kick Sauber" "I race for Visa Cash App Racing Bulls" and then in unison. "And I'm a 2025 Formula One driver."

Black.

Text on screen says "2025 will have 6 drivers entering their first complete season in f1, the most since *insert year here*" like they did at the end of season 1 with the youngest grid for 2019.

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Sorry, no Sauber or Aston Martin Episode, they simply didn't do enough this season to warrant an episode amongst the chaos in my version. if this disappoints you I'm sure Netflix will pull through and give us the unnecessary episodes that take time away from the real drama.

Also if it seems like Ollie Bearman is mentioned too much, A. he's one of my favourites and this is my post, and B. I genuinely think we wouldn't have 6 rookies-ish on the grid this year if Ollie hadn't done so well across his first 2 races and then survived Brazil.

This post is genuinely longer than most things I have submitted for University, i need a nap

[lightlycareless]

This is random but the mc and Naoya remind me a lot of hades and persefone.

Hiii!!!!

I haven't been able to keep this ask out of my mind; at first I was like "How?" but after revisiting the myth it got me realizing that yeah, they do have striking similarities omg.

It got me writing a bit 🙈🙈🙈 though of course I took some (a lot) liberties so please don't quote me for accuracy hahaha. Still, I hope you enjoy it 🥺

warnings: naoya is an a_hole. he thinks with his head but you know, not the one on top of his shoulders. so there's sexual innuendos but not too explicit. also, I tried not naming the gods but I couldn't help myself with some, mainly those that just... idk, made sense for me lol.

Happy reading!!

You felt trapped.

Alone. Useless, without any real motivation or purpose.

Even when your duties are indisputable, your work equally important as the other gods as your mother often said, for the mortals and their livelihood depended on it, you still feel unfulfilled. Believing a simple replacement could easily do the same, ultimately providing no real worth to your presence.

And yet, no matter your stubbornness, your mother constantly refuted your claims. Whether by inundating you with doting, reassuring words, or forcing you to stay in the mortal realm, the place where you and your mother were venerated to do their work: tending the fields, guiding expectant mothers through childbirth, and furthermore, keeping everyone healthy, sustained.

“Our duties here are important, my daughter.” She would say when noticing the dark cloud of her insecurities make way to your mind once more. “No one can do what we can.”

No, of course not, you suppose.

But it didn’t mean that’s all there is to life.

Unfortunately, that is something you wouldn’t be able to find out on your own, forced to limit yourself to what one of your mother’s friends, the only true connection you had to the outside world, said.

“Can you believe they made two gods compete for the right to name a city?” Shoko, the goddess of witchcraft, crossroads, amongst many other things, says. “If I were a higher god, I wouldn’t go through those theatrics, I’d simply do it.”

“Who ended up winning?” you wonder, deeply curious.

“Inumaki, the city is now called Inuyama.”

You chuckle.

“I would’ve liked to see how that happened.”

“Ah, you wouldn’t like it out there, you know?” she’d go on. “Mortals can be very nasty when it comes to it. You’re much safer here, with your mom.”

“But…”

“Perhaps for your birthday.” Is all that she says, every year. As always. And just when you think you’re finally to see more of moral realm, something suddenly happens, and your back at home… again.

“What about other realms? There are other gods, surely I could…”

“Absolutely not.” Shoko interrupts. “You know how your mother feels about them. Where do you think mortals get their vicious nature from?”

“From the gods…” you repeat dutifully, just like you were taught since a child.

“But not us, of course. We’re the cool ones.” Shoko attempts to jest, and you follow along, kind of. Not that it mattered, you wouldn’t be able to discern such a fact either way.

The heavens, where most gods remained, were far from your reach just the same way it was for the mortals.

And the underworld… well, you weren’t allowed to pry on that matter, less stride into it, but truth to be told you weren’t too interested in it either; not when its entire existence was the anti-thesis of your own work.

And your freedom, though you wouldn’t know so until much later.

Naoya felt trapped.

Alone. Useless, without any real motivation or purpose.

Even when his duties are indisputable, his work equally important as the other gods, if not more, he still feels unfulfilled. Any other fool could perfectly work as a replacement, providing no real worth to his presence.

But such is the weight of being the sole god in charge of a whole realm; to take care of the dead sounded as tedious as one could imagine, so more than feeling inadequate, Naoya was growing tired of it.

When the other gods could have their fun, he… well, he was relegated to taking care of their mistakes. Cleaning up after their messes, he supposes. What happens after the party is over.

Naoya never asked for this job, but when the clown of his old man decided to suddenly retire and dump him with all his duties without prior warning, he didn’t have much of a choice.

And such, that is where he stood now.

However, it didn’t mean it was always like that—there were still opportunities that rose to the occasion, the same ones he’s quick to seize, such as the party invitation he got a few days ago: a reunion for gods to have in the mortal realm with no real purpose outside of having a good time. A yearly (officially, at least) endeavor.

“The mortal realm?” Naoya repeats—in the dominion of no other but the goddess of harvest. “Now, isn’t that curious?”

The stuck-up goddess that refused to mingle with any others, apparently too good to do so, opened the doors of her very own home to host their silly little party.

It only serves to prove that her prude demure was nothing less than an act; must be if she was still willing to beget a child with one of them. Not so proper now, is she?

A daughter everyone knew of but had yet to be seen from outside rumors and whispers. Though the way she kept her in absolute secrecy, one could even dare to say she spawned her herself through her own talents.

“Probably another snotty goddess, just like her mother.” Naoya eventually concludes, a secret that doesn’t weigh much on his decision to attend, but he won’t deny that uncovering their secrets was highly intriguing: a distant goddess like her is bound to have some. Many, in fact.

Perhaps if lucky enough, he’ll even be able to put a face on that wretched daughter of hers, and who knows? If she’s adequate enough, have some fun with her too. To spoil the little flower she’s oh, so fiercely protected from his kind, ought to get an interesting reaction from her.

And if not, he could always rely on the nymphs and mortal women that always seemed to find their way to him.

These were his absolute favorites. His go-to, if you please: just a few tricks and they’ll be on their knees ready to please him.

“Will you be attending, Naoya?”

One of his fellow brothers asks, a sly smirk on his face as he puts away the letter.

“Of course. I must—after all, I have the strange feeling that something good is to happen.”

Though the Fates have long decided so.

“I hate how he makes these decisions without consulting me beforehand. How he thinks he can just order me, in my own house, to do whatever he wants!” Your mother reproached as she ordered all the nymphs to make haste for the preparations of tonight’s party.

Apparently, the location for their yearly reunion is chosen through a random fashion, as the King of the god’s fairly dictated: she just had the misfortune of being selected this time around.

Ah, but the god’s antics are not ones she’s unfamiliar with, a part of her believing this was done so intentionally after the many years she managed to escape their vices.

She’s the only one that keeps to herself all the time, after all, making it hard to believe they were even in the same pantheon, but alas, your mother will do once more what she has done so countless times before: make the best of her circumstances, and navigate through their eccentric antics—all while protecting you.

“When will they arrive?” you ask, clearly excited to host a party (that isn’t your birthday) for the first time in your life. The possibilities that this entailed were endless. You’d be meeting other gods, and they’d be meeting you too! Oh, just what kind of stories of their greatness will they share? Surely far more interesting that what you could provide.

Unfortunately…

“Just before nightfall, but don’t worry my adorable little rose, you won’t even notice them because you’ll be safely guarded in your room.” She gladly proclaims, much to your shock and disappointment.

“But, mother—”

“Not another word, Y/N. My decision is final.”

As they always are.

Just like her ensuing regret, her feeble attempts to distract you from the clear solitude you are to experience—which stopped working once you became aware of your entrapment.

“Oh, but my sweet, precious honeysuckle, don’t be sad. You’ll be in the company of your good friends! I do not wish to spoil their efforts but, they’ve prepared all kinds of fun games for you to partake in; and if that wasn’t enough, I will also be preparing your favorite snacks, so you won’t feel left out of the celebration! Now, doesn’t that sound delightful?”

“Yes, mother…” If you were younger, perhaps. But your life had always been like this, so you had no real point of comparison.

“I’ve also set up your favorite blankets just in case my little apple runs cold, and of course, how could I forget, your plushies! Which I’ve just washed so they’d be extra fluffy.”

“Mother, I’m— I’m not a child anymore.”

“Oh, but you are to me. You’ll always be my little flower.” She smiles, cupping your face and kissing your cheeks. “Now, we still have a long day ahead of us, so how about you help me? While I go pick up more fruits for tonight, you head down to the fields near the village and tend to the mortals. They’ve been quite insistent, and I don’t think I’d be able to go another day listening to their incessant prayers! Think you can do that, pumpkin?”

“Of course, mother.”

“I knew you could.” She smiles, placing one last kiss on the top of your head before retreating, forcing you into your newest duty and envy towards the mortals: to have their prayers listened to if something you could only dream of, wondering if perhaps the life of a mortal was easier than that of a god.

It must be nice to have someone to seek help from, someone that cares to listen—but who ever listens to the gods? That’s not how nature works, never will.

Maybe it was time to finally give up on that dream of yours of knowing the outside world: what goes beyond the four, firm walls of your home.

If you only knew.

Per usual, Naoya arrives a few hours late for the party.

He never liked being punctual: be there too early and the mood is as dry as his kingdom, too late and all the good selections are almost done. Tainted. And he never liked being served leftovers.

Thus, the god of the underworld knew exactly when to arrive, though others weren’t too appreciative of his tactics.

“You should at least have the decency to greet the rest!” a god says, the same one that always seemed to have a bone to pick with him.

“Not like I haven’t seen them before.” Naoya dismisses them, uninterested in saluting the gods that barely acknowledged his own presence.

“Then the host as a bare minimum. You know how difficult she is to get along with.”

“Ah, is that why her home was selected to host this year’s reunion? With hopes she’ll soften up?” Naoya teases. “He doesn’t fool anyone; he did this to irk her. Or perhaps get a glimpse of her daughter? Either way, I cannot wait to see where that takes us—think she might try to suffocate us with vines just like she did last time?”

The god ultimately concedes to his words with laugh. In the end, no matter how almighty they thought themselves, they were nothing but creatures that sought their own pleasures: whether wreaking havoc amongst their ranks or serve themselves with the devotion of those beneath them.

Just like Naoya intended to do now, already setting his eyes on the first conquest of the: an “innocent” nymph who had been batting her eyes at him since he arrived.

A good start before moving onto mortals, Naoya thinks as he takes a cup from the nearby table, drinking the tasty wine he presumes to come from your mother’s meadows, before approaching her.

“Is there something you wish to tell me, little nymph?” He breathes, a sly smirk on his face as he watches her quiver—undoubtedly out of attraction. It’s so pathetic yet endearing. Naoya’s blood rushes down at the sight of her blatant passion.

“No, of course not, my lord.” She murmurs back, eyes shyly glancing up to him, before looking away when his gaze proved too much to take. She may act coy, but she knows what she’s doing—trying to reel him in. Were all spring nymphs like this, so wanton, or was it just her?

“Is that so?” Naoya adds. “Because you’ve been staring at me since I arrived.”

“I was simply… mesmerized by your greatness.” It’s more likely that his preceding reputation gave her sufficient knowledge on what buttons to push to earn his interest—but if that wasn’t the case, she had already won his favor through her charm. A beauty worthy of the virtues she serves.

“Care to show me what my greatness has inspired within you to provoke such act?”

“I cannot do so here.” She responds, taking the bait—or perhaps he was the one to fall in her trap? “It is unbefitting of a god like you.”

Not that it mattered if he was the one to ultimately win in the end.

“Take me where, then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay?” Mariya, the oldest and most loyal of your nymphs, ponders your dismissal. She, being the one you entrusted most of your thoughts with, was the most willing when it came to refuting your mother’s firm orders. As much as she could, anyways.

“No, it’s fine.” You insist, smiling. “I don’t feel like doing anything tonight, really.”

“We prepared all this for you.” Another, Hitomi, says. “Is there really not one thing you wish to do?”

You shake your head, she sighs.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no. Don’t be.” Hitomi frets. “I can only imagine how difficult this is to you.”

To have the possibility of meeting the world, and yet, forced into to your room… but this is how things always went on, right? Your safety was your mother’s utmost priority, her main purpose in life since she learned she was expecting you.

You ought to give up a losing fight after centuries under her protective watch.

At least you had their unbreakable friendship, which always strengthened your heart during your darkest moments.

“Go have fun.” You insist. “I’ll be ok; I’ll probably just head to sleep or something.”

“You know we can’t do that; your mother is going to kill us if she learns we’re not with you!” Haruko cries.

“We can stay at the meadows or even go to the nearby village; the gods won’t be there if the party is over here.” Mariya suggests. “Most of them, at least.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You smile. “Go, I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, then. Goodnight.” They say, bidding their farewells and retreating.

After getting ready to go to bed, you look out the window, taking in one last look at the god’s party; it may be far, but you could still hear the music, the cheers, the overall good time they seemed to be having. It simply reaffirmed your suspicions, you’ve never been to one, but you always imagined they were fun. They must be if they keep doing them.

You know it’s hopeless to wonder at this point, but you still play with the question if you’d ever get the chance to assist one. You didn’t even have to stay through its whole entirety, just getting a quick look around and call it a day. That’s all. You’d at least get the opportunity to say you’ve been to one!

Not that anyone’s counting.

“Maybe in a few centuries.” Is all that you say before heading to bed, ready to dive into the realm where all your deepest desires were real.

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“I…lac…” you suddenly hear someone whisper, close enough to think it came from just outside your bedroom yet heavily disconnected from your thoughts; leading you to believe it was simply part of your imagination, perhaps even a nightmare…

Until the loud, following response proved you wrong.

“Hurry already, I don’t have time for your games!”

And then, the door suddenly slides open, jolting you awake as you try to make out the passing figures through the darkness of the night, squinting your eyes before gasping when discerning not only one of your least involved nymphs barging her way into your room, but also in the company of a man you have never seen before—a man that shouldn’t be here.

“Taeko?!” You cry, snapping the young woman out of her feverish trance and into you: the severity of her actions.

“Y/N!” It wasn’t intentional, she thought she had led her one-time lover to the guest bedroom (or any other room that wasn’t yours for that matter), but her ignorance in her very own job, and overruling desires would play against her that very night, leading to this. “I—I wasn’t—”

“Who—who is he??” you fret, and Taeko, unable to fathom the depths of her mistakes, or have the courage to face them, does the one thing that would’ve placed her in deeper water if everything else hadn’t transpired: she bails on Naoya.

Quickly letting him go, turning around, and running into the hallways, as far away as possible whilst considering voluntary exile—a punishment she knew would get in the end if this somehow made way to your mother’s ears.

But until then, you’d have to deal with her wrongdoings instead: a slightly tipsy Naoya that has yet to understand what just transpired, struggling to whether be angry at the nymph who had the audacity to abandon him… or admiring the breathtaking beauty that stood before him.

A much, much more alluring sight that’s got him considering how he could even settle for something lower, when you were right here?

Naoya, against his very own survival, chooses the latter. Because even through the murkiness of his mind, he’s still able to discern the fact that your kind of exquisiteness is not one he gets to see every century—thus, should enjoy as much as he could.

Unfortunately, you do not think the same.

“Who—who are you?” you breathe, tightly clenching onto your blankets. If being invaded in the privacy of your own bedroom wasn’t enough, you still had the misfortune of being exposed in your nightgown.

Why is this happening to you? Is this the fate’s twisted way of fulfilling your prayers of meeting the outside world?

“Do you not know who I am??” Naoya gasps, offended by your seeming ignorance. Looks like alcohol wasn’t enough to sway his narcissistic tendencies, because in his mind, how is it possible for anyone to not know who the king of the Underworld is?

“No, I… don’t.” you press your lips together. And this partly infuriates and amuses him. You must be the kind of girl that likes to tease before succumbing to him; you’re only lucky that he finds you deliriously attractive, because had it been anyone else—

“You’re—you’re bleeding.”

Huh?

“Wh—what?” He groans. “What do you mean I’m bleeding??”

“There, on your side, you’re—you’re bleeding.” You repeat, pointing at the splotch of gold that extended the longer it went unattended, staining his robes.

Naoya looks down, quickly remembering the origin of said wound: a small altercation with some defiant subject just a few days ago before tonight. Or more likely, confronted by the husband of a nameless lover he bedded. It wasn’t supposed to happen, of course, but even almighty gods like him could suffer through their arrogance.

All that was left to wonder is how it managed to reopen again, was it his poor job at patching it up? Or the accidental bumps along the road your bedroom, courtesy of Taeko’s and his eagerness?

Guess it doesn’t matter now that he’s in this situation—though he didn’t expect you to rush to his aid.

“Wait, let me help you.” You insist before he’s able to do as much as move, rushing towards a nearby cabinet and taking out a small aid kit, filled with all kinds of utilities one might come to need in situations like this. Your accessibility to such things makes Naoya chuckle, already labeling you as prone to incidents. How adorable.

“…What?” you ask, quickly growing flustered at his reaction.

“Does this happen to you often?” He teases, his golden eyes taking in your face now that you light up a nearby candle; you were even more gorgeous like this. Though he preferred you… with less. “Do gods stumble upon your bedroom quite frequently?”

“No.” you frown. “This was for me. I’d often prick my fingers when I first started my duties … but that was a long time ago.”

“Ah, let me guess—a spring nymph?” Though for a nymph, you sure had commodities honorable of a goddess. And the perfect mounds on your chest too—Naoy has never been happier in his life to be given such a sight. He’d let himself get wounded more frequently if that was the reward.

You were tempted to correct his wrongful assumptions soon after, feeling somewhat afflicted that he’d confuse you, however your mother’s warnings are quick to step in, telling you to keep your identity a secret and let him believe you were nothing more than a serving spirit to the goddess of harvest. But why?

“Yes. I am.” You respond. “I take care of my moth—of the goddesses meadows and fields”

“Silly little nymph, you’re supposed to be careful when—ouch!”

You sharply pressed against his wound in retaliation, whether by his current remark of the pasts, it didn’t matter. What mattered is that you made the god of the dead eat his words.

“Sorry, I guess my hand just slipped.” You responded nonchalantly, moving on with your work. “You know, silly little nymph things.”

“Fine, fine. I get it.” Naoya squirms once more underneath your healing craft, cleaning and patching his wound with unprecedented care… that takes his whole attention upon noticing the striking warmth emanating from your hands.

Followed by the uncharacteristic calmness that engulfed his senses, leaving behind his lustful desires in favor of… peace. Silence.

Something he has never experienced before with anyone else, not even those that proclaimed their utmost loyalty to him.

And certainly not with a nameless nymph, whom he rightfully assumed to be lying about her true identity. You had to be much, much more than that if this was the effect you had on him.

But what?

Just who are you?

“It’s not a deep wound so it should heal quickly; with the right cares, at least.” You note, performing the last adjustments to his treatment before retracting. “There, it’s done. Good as new.”

“I hardly constitute a patch worthy of a god.”

“I guess I could’ve just let you bleed out.” You snap back, Naoya smirks, finding your quick answers amusing. Cute, even.

Definitely cute.

“But I guess I owe you my thanks, don’t I?” Naoya says, reaching out for your warm hands, convincing himself it was with the sole purpose of tasting you, and not because he wanted to bask deeper into your gentleness. Lulled into peace.

You, however, instinctively attempt to break away from his grasp, but the moment you give his touch a second longer of your consideration, you find yourself unable to resist him. The coarse edge on his skin that signifies an extensive, powerful story yet, laments the pain he must’ve endured to get to that point.

A deeper meaning to his presence which you soon verify to that of a god, just as he drunkenly admitted not so long ago.

A god.

He wasn’t delirious; he told the truth.

But still, he wasn’t supposed to be here, your mother—she wouldn’t like it.

And yet…

“What—what are you doing?” you blink, taken aback by his sudden closeness. His intentions were clear, he intended to do the only thing he knew to repay favors for little things like you, which your mind called for you to cease immediately!

But then, your heart… succumbed to the magnetic energy calling you to him; something, somehow, was slowly telling your subconscious that he was much, much more than what your eye saw.

That you’ve met him before, in some… lifetime. In some future, and today, right now, this kiss was the only way you’d recognize him.

So why won’t you just give…in…—

“Y/N!” With otherworldly timing, your mother suddenly calls for you, innocently performing her routinary checks on her adorable flower, while presenting perfect excuse to get a breather from the obnoxious gods she could not wait to see out of her haven.

Your hidden salvation, Naoya’s damnation.

“Y/N, darling, are you ok? Asleep already?”

“Mother!” you gasp, quickly freeing yourself from Naoya’s grasp and looking over to the door, where her footsteps were quickly approaching. Louder, and louder…!

“Mother?” Naoya repeats, unsure if he’s heard right—or perhaps even unwilling. Surely, this wasn’t possi—

No. it wouldn’t be impossible. If anything, it just made every make sense!

“She’s your mother?!” He breathes again. “The goddess of harvest is your mother?!”

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You swiftly say, completely disregarding his shock and subsequentially pushing him towards the window, the only route of escape he had this very moment less he wished to face her ire: which legends only described as devastating. “Get out, hurry!”

“Y/N… I saw your nymph’s out by the fields—is everything alright? Why did you dismiss them? Oh, don’t tell me you got into an argument…”

“No, mom, of course not! I just wanted to sleep early, that’s all!” you respond, returning to Naoya. “Get out, now!”

With one strong, unprecedented push, Naoya finally falls out your window with a loud thud that’s thankfully deafened by the nearby party; but even overwhelmed with pain, and some frustration at your imposing rejection, all he could utter was—

“When will I see you again?” he asks; the first time in his life doing so. Naoya just… he was unwilling to let you go.

Not when he’s yet to have you.

…Yet to know more of you.

Of the goddess with the warm hands, the gentle touch.

The sweet, rose-like scent that remains imprinted in his mind for eras to come.

“Never.” You firmly assess before shutting the window.

But he doesn’t let it get to him, if anything, it’s an invitation, a challenge—

A pursuit of the question that is left lingering on both your and his mind once the night is over:

What is this feeling settling in my heart?

I have like 5 more parts in the work so have fun looking forward to that :)

[topochicoslut]

everybody wants to rule the world: prologue

fic synopsis: A young woman is sent on what is sure to be a suicide mission to spy on Ryomen Sukuna by a rival curse user who has heard rumors that the infamous King of Curses might have found the secret to true immortality

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader rating: 18+ ONLY!!!!!! MDNI!!!! IF I CATCH YOU, I'LL BLOCK YOU!!! word count: 1.1k

warnings: none for this chapter! but overall fic warnings include but are not limited to the following- slow burn, enemies to lovers, eventual smut/p0rn with plot, descriptions of violence and gore, language, horror elements, morally grey characters, me having an aneurysm while trying to properly describe cursed techniques, true form sukuna (eventually), etc etc. each chapter will have the appropriate content warnings added to them based on subject matter : )

a/n: hiiiii! so this idea has been bumping around in my head for the past few weeks, and I finally decided to do something about it. idk the world has just been kinda crazy lately, so I figured why not write something super self indulgent about sukuna to help take my mind off of things. this is just the prologue, the next few chapters should be dropping soon-ish after this. I just need to tidy some things up (aka edit the fuck out of everything i’ve written so far🫠🥲). just a couple of quick things- this is a Heian era AU fic, and while I did do a lil research before I started writing this, there will probably still be a couple of historical inaccuracies here and there. so for that I just wanna apologize in advance and say my bad. I have the entire story outlined, including the current number of chapters it will probably take to wrap everything up, but considering this whole thing has sort of taken a life of its own at this point idk what to expect anymore lol. I'll do my best to update it when I can based on life and work and everything else. !!!please note!!!: the first few chapters focus more so on reader's back story and world building, so sukuna won't make his first full appearance right away, but he IS mentioned periodically leading up to that. so please bear with me until he arrives in all his glory lol. anyway, thanks for everyone who has shown interest in this story since I first posted about it the other day! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it 🖤 divider by sweetmelodygraphics

Southern Japan, 888 AD

Your head was pounding when you woke up. Just as it had been ever since you’d arrived at the temple. 

Well, arrived was too kind a way to describe what had really happened. Being forcibly kidnapped and imprisoned was a much more accurate description of how you had landed in your current situation. But the specifics didn’t really seem to matter all that much anymore. 

Nothing did really. 

You were still laid out in the middle of the floor of the small shrine you’d been confined to for the past two- or maybe it was four?- days now. You eyed the carafe of water to your right, and if you weren’t feeling so groggy and sick you would’ve crawled over to it and gulped it down. Hoping that the refreshing chill of it would help clear your head finally. 

But moving felt impossible, and you were so, so tired. 

A few days ago sleep would’ve been a welcome escape for you, but now it was just another prison you were stuck in thanks to the numerous talismans that were hanging on the walls around you. They had been smart to not leave any light sources in the room with you, or else you would have grabbed the nearest torch and burned them all to ash so you could try and make a run for it. But the only source of light you had came from the moonbeams that were shining in through the tiny window above you. 

The air was thick with smoke from the incense that had been burning ever since you’d been sealed in this room. Its sickly sweet aroma had made you retch when you first arrived, but now all it did was keep your mind fuzzy and your body heavy and sluggish. That paired with the ofuda that hung from floor to ceiling was just another tool used to keep you subdued and prevent any hope you had of escape. You couldn’t cross the threshold of the shrine even if you could get your body to cooperate. 

The faint chittering sound coming from the shadows let you know you were not alone. But you couldn’t bring yourself to look in the direction they were coming from. You didn’t want to see the empty black eyes of the creatures that had been assigned to watch your every move day and night. Not when you now knew the sickening truth behind how Hisato had created them. Binding dead flesh and bone together with-

You couldn’t even think of it. 

Your former master had never been one to shy away from showing the world exactly what kind of man he was. You knew that he was cold and cruel when you had willingly joined his side all those years ago. But somehow even you hadn’t thought he would be capable of such grotesque acts of depravity in his quest for immortality. 

Or perhaps deep down you’d known all along what sort of monster he truly was, choosing instead to ignore it by willfully turning a blind eye to his unhinged cruelty because of the protection and comfort that had been provided to you by dutifully serving under him for so long. 

You had been a fool. 

If Sukuna were here, he would wholeheartedly agree with you. 

He was somehow the one thing you could still see perfectly clear in your mind’s eye. You pictured him standing in this small room with you, towering over your limp body, his tattooed arms crossed over his broad chest as he glowered down at you with those fiery eyes of his. Challenging you to get up off your ass and do something. To fight like your life depended on it, because it did. 

‘Foolish, pitiful, girl,’ He’d say.  ‘This is pathetic. You’re being pathetic.’ 

You’d honestly give anything to hear him say those words to you right now, and the thought had you suddenly giggling to yourself. You didn’t care that your laughter was bordering on hysterical, but it was just so bitterly ironic that you found yourself wishing that the King of Curses was here to mock and scold you, considering that just a few months ago you had slapped him as hard as you could right across his face for insulting you and calling you names. It was funny how things had changed between the two of you in such a short amount of time. 

The knowledge that you might never get to be near him again weighed on you. To hear him tut under his breath at you for bothering him with your ‘useless blabbering’ even though he was the one who so often sought you out. To feel his blazing red eyes follow you from across a room. To be overcome with the heat of  his large body moving in tandem over yours. If you closed your eyes you could almost taste the sweat of his skin, and smell the rich, musky, scent of cedar and smoke from the incense that filled his chambers. In your mind it was so sharp it could almost mask the disgusting smell of the incense in your prison. 

Almost. 

You wished you could warn him about Hisato. You wished you could go to him and let him know that you were alive. You wished you could tell him where he could find you. You wished you could tell him to stay far, far, away. Because even if Sukuna did somehow manage to find you, even if he did somehow arrive here and challenge Hisato, there was only a limited window before the ritual would begin, and if Hisato was successful, not even Sukuna would be able to grant him a true death like he deserved.

In the distance you heard the sudden ringing of the large bronze bell that lived in the heart of the temple. It rang loud and clear- once, twice, and then a third and final time. Despite your distance from it, you felt your bones rattle with every swing of its giant body.

The chattering from Hisato’s creatures resumed, and this time it was feverish and loud. Their little shrieks and screams filled the room, and you could hear their talons scraping against the wooden floor as they moved their decaying bodies in excitement. 

The moonlight that shone into your room was brighter than it had been only moments before. It pierced through the thick wisps of smoke that filled the air like a sword cutting through a blade of grass. You turned your head and stared out the window as you watched as the edges of the full moon that hung so heavily in the night sky began to twinge with red. Red like blood. Red like Sukuna's eyes. 

It was time.

tag list: @after-laughter-come-tears @officialholyagua @clp-84

[stump-not-found]

A03 wrapped 2024

tagged by @tempusedax-rerum >:DDDDD

1.) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

how much people responded to bill cipher saying daddy . how people have interpreted ford's relationship to mabel in theseus' guide; i've really tried to write him as really caring for her so seeing that interpreted as him disliking her is so interesting haha

most of all tho i'm just surprised and very grateful that theseus has received any attention, it's been so so wonderful reading everyone's thoughts and seeing them engage with the fic . it really makes the entire process so gratifying, and i hope folks continue to enjoy where the story goes next :D

2.) How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

i've got my erotic billford rom com Can of Snakes that's over 20k right now . it has banger titles such as "sad handjob" and "penicular sounding", so someday i'll be posting that . i think they can make it work

i also just started Weirdmageddon 2: Electric Boogaloo: Lost In New York, an AU where ford gets stan to help him finish the portal after kicking fidd's to the curb . stan and bill become besties, ford hates it, and bill isn't allowed to destroy new york until he tries a slice of 'za .

this is not accounting for the mountain of comic WIP's i have but that shit aint goin on ao3

3.) Favourite character to write this year?

ford for sure . you give me a character who's autistic in a way that isn't cute and it just means the world to me . i get to give him evil autism . the autism where we acknowledge growing up autistic is traumatizing and makes you not a nice person all the time . fuck i love him . i get to dump so much of my own shit on him its so funnnnnnn yay lalalala

there was a whole paragraph i wrote that was just describing the perfect eye angle to maintain when walking through a farmers market to avoid social scenario's, which i had to remove because it was just me rambling about my own social survival strategies . farmers markets are dangerous places

i also love writing him in the context of bill . what a fucking mess they are i hope they never get better . but together <3

4.) The character that gave you the most trouble this year?

honestly stanley pines . i feel like i soften him too much, and lean in to his more positive traits than his more negative ones . it's hard because i feel like folks don't talk about the fact he was homeless for like 10 years & also had a breaking bad style adventure in columbia

the other problem is that he IS a big softy so idk . but he should be bitchier god damn it . he should be talking about his cataracts

6.) Did you receive any gifts this year?

I DID YOU INSANE PEOPLE thank you all it make a me smile:

@stemmmm @ancharan @kronehaze @sillyhyperfixator @ezrathean0n

7.) Did you do any collaborative works this year?

i feel like all my writing is collaborative!! i spend hours talking fic stuff with my wife & brother and my stuff is all the better for it . would love to do more of that w/ other folks i love it talking and thinking and playing is so fun

8.) What do you listen to while writing?

i don't like listening to music when i write lol ...... i sit in the cold silence and type in a frantic spiral .

i listen to a lotta different things while i think of things to write tho . atm all i want in the world is to make a theseus animation to this song it's very hammercore :

9.) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oogh that's hard to choose . i'm just gonna share a bunch that make me laugh

from theseus' guide step six:

Dipper, clearly, doesn’t get it, and Ford acknowledges he is too young to understand a professional working relationship.

also from step six:

“Oh, sure, I can move on,” Stan grins, “To the other items on my list. A, the shack’s toilets all suck, and the seats keep raisin’ automatically. B, your handwriting sucks. C–”

from theseus' guide step three:

“You think you’re coming back anytime soon?” “No, 8-Ball, I don’t think I’m ‘ coming back ’ anytime soon.” Ford snides, though 8-Ball either doesn’t register that, or doesn’t care; hard to tell with the guy, “I’m sure you’re aware, but your boss wants to kill my family. And destroy my universe. ” 8-Ball sniffs. “Cool. Mind if I eat your leftovers then? Teeth keeps eyeing them.” Ford frowns, “You couldn’t have just brought them with you?” “Nah, man, I want to eat them.”

lots of lines from step eight but we ain't there yet

uuuuhhghhg who to send this chain mail along to uuuhgghgh

@beccadrawsstuff if u wannaaaa . anyone else feel free to pick this up as well i'm bad at this lol

[siffrinsfrozendreams]

This is my second time trying to make this post. it will probably be as much of a mess as the first draft but oh well.

Rant? Appreciation post? Character analysis? yeah idk what this is but spoilers for Act 5 and Twohats/secret ending ahead

Act 5 Siffrin lives in my head rent free. His break was SO good, and this post is me going off about them. Specifically, this post was brought on by how Siffrin tried to destroy the world, rather than themself.

It is very interesting to me how Siffrin bends and breaks reality and the world in this final loop.

How Loop, in their giving up, took it out on themself, but Siffrin takes it out on the world.

His last loop, their last attempt at breaking out of this eternal hell, because he can't do it again. They're hopeless. They're grasping at any sliver of hope they can, but at this point he can't deny how stupid it is. How pointless this is. How all this effort will likely amount to nothing, and that he's trapped here forever. That nothing will break them out of this.

"I know its stupid, I know its a long shot, but it has to be this!"

This quote from Siff's argument with Loop towards the beginning of Act 5 always stuck with me. Siffrin, this whole time, has always told himself that things are fine. As long as they have a path to follow, they'll be fine. Slowly, we see them struggle with keeping this up, but he always comes back to it.

Not this time.

This time, its all too much. He knows his plan is stupid. They know this won't work. Why would it? But also... what else can he do? What other choices does he have? Being honest with themselves and admitting that this won't work is the same as admitting that he's trapped here forever. That reality is seeping in, but he's still struggling for whatever shreds of hope they can manage. Whatever flicker of light they can see, they'll take it, even if they know the light will go out as soon as he does. Even if he knows it will amount to nothing. He has to.

Then he realizes that Loop knew there was no escape.

Siffrin can't take it. He can't take it, because it means Loop knew this whole time that Siffrin was stuck here forever, that they knew there was no way out of this, and that they were just stinging Siffrin along this entire time.

Siffrin's guide, his helper, the only person/being who knew about the loops, the only reason Siffrin wasn't completely alone this entire time... lied to him. Strung them along. Gave them false hope that they could see a new tomorrow. And it fucking breaks him.

Already grasping for whatever shreds of hope they can, now forced to face the reality that he'll be stuck here forever. Loop lied to him. They can't trust them. So he leaves, and never contacts them again.

Then they return to the Clocktower, only to hear his family talking about him. To hear Odile say that they can't trust him, and none of the others disagree with her.

Siffrin. Is. Alone.

(Which, funnily enough, is the exact opposite of what they wished for.)

The only person who knew about the loops, Siffrin's guide, is a liar and untrustworthy. Siffrin's family doesn't trust them anymore, and are planning to leave him behind.

Siffrin is tired. They're also out of options. So, what else are they supposed to do, aside from the only thing they can at this point? The only thing they've ever known...

They enter the House.

He has to take down the King himself.

His last shred of hope. The last flicker of light before they're plunged into an abyss of despair. Their final attempt at ending this loop, no matter the cost.

Alone.

What else is he supposed to do, who else are they supposed to lash out at, aside from the world itself?

There is nothing left for them here. No one to go back to. Their family hates him, and Loop is untrustworthy. They can't even remember his own blinding country, can't read or speak the language, and can't remember anything about it. Everything he could be holding onto is gone now.

So, he takes his anger and despair out on the world itself. On the House, his eternal prison. On the sky, with stars they don't recognize. On a world, that will forget him and abandon him just like everything else has.

Because, either he breaks out of the loop this time, or there won't be a world to come back to to loop again. Because they can't do it again. Not anymore. They've had enough. What's the point of going on any further? Whats the point of trying to open a door that doesn't even exist?

Its either this, or nothing.

Loop had no one from the very beginning. They were alone for it all. When they gave up, they took it out on themselves. Who else was to blame for their suffering, after all?

Siffrin, however, had Loop. They weren't alone for any of it. As hopeless as they felt, Loop was there to help him. That is, until now, and Siffrin can't handle it. Can't handle the only person whose been supporting him through this knowing that he was trapped here forever from the start.

Of course he'd take out his anger on a Universe that betrayed him. What else would they do?

[hiskillingjar]

First of all if this is a question you are not going to answer you can skip it.

If Mc got pregnant and told them she/they was pregnant, how would Ren Strade Law react?

g-d i've been on such a pregnancy kink lately. i blame it on the end of my twenties approaching and being in a relationship with a heterosexual cis man. anyway.

ren 🦊

ren would be absolutely fucking delighted oh my g-d

he might just cry. like full on

you do a test and he might start crying

he gets someone new to take care of (and depend on him), and your bond is going to get even stronger. why wouldn't he be delighted!

he'd also have a brain and be super gentle and. Normal Boyfriend with you while you were pregnant

because like obviously you can't stand some of the things you usually do, and he's not going to put your body through any stressors. you might have kind of an easy go of it, to be honest

he'd even take you to a hospital for check-ups and stuff, just to make sure there's nothing to worry about, in spite of the whole. kidnapping thing. what a nice guy!

and like. obviously he's gonna get a little eager about your body changing, your hips and tummy filling out (your breasts getting bigger)

seeing the effects of his "love" on your entire being, your body might make him go a little insane (positive)

that's fine though. you're pretty insane by the end of it too <3

written this with fox :)

law 🥀

law would freak OUT

oh my g-d they are not ready for that at all

idk law is so. on the precipice of death at all times, so the very idea of creating life with you would really make them panic

like. okay in the context of them in canon, they might lose themselves and accidentally kill you

(and open you up and cut out the foetus to put in a jar. freak)

but okay. you make a baby and SOMEHOW you manage to carry it to term

they still wouldn't really know what to do but may be a little more intrigued as time goes by

the human body changes so much during pregnancy, your bones shift, your organs move to make room for this...invasive thing inside you. that's pretty interesting

and they'd definitely be compelled by the idea of you sharing your body with them to such an intimate degree. you let them curl up inside you, be carried there, be assimilated to create a combination of the two of you...there's romance to that

things that freak you out can be pretty sexy!

strade 🔨

strade would honestly be in two minds about it

like on the one hand, he's a total hedonist who wants to do what he wants and works in porn and snuff. what business does he have having a child?

but then. he's a man (derogatory). the idea of claiming you, corrupting you, taking everything you are and creating a legacy for himself...that's compelling. that's interesting!

and what man can say no to big boobs and a heightened libido

and like if you're insane (like i am), the whole pseudo-housewife thing just has its natural conclusion in him knocking you up so. that may be where the story takes me

granted, he's an idiot and would treat you like he normally does, baby be damned (ren would be sooooo mad at him for it which just gives him more incentive to do it)

and he also wouldn't let you go to a hospital for check ups so like. hope you have a lot of pregnancy books, because you're doing this on your own babes

he MIGHT pay a dark web surgeon to deliver it though, american mary style. he doesn't really want you dead, after all

unfortunately he might be a pretty good dad.

he's got a lot of energy to keep up with a baby, he's interested in seeing it grow, he's interested in seeing how it develops.

might see it more as like. a neat houseplant or a dog, not really a human being though

[batboyblog]

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I frankly think it's a combination of the whole ordeal being so traumatizing that they've just downplayed or outright chosen to forget in order to preserve their own sanity, mixed with shifting all of the blame to "the liberals" to avoid acknowledging their own complicity in how bad things started to get in the first place, and a copious amount of accelerationist thinking that making things worse will somehow make people realize "that their way is the only way" (as if that isn't a horribly abusive mindset that has either never worked, or blew up in their faces since people don't like being manipulated into doing someone else's dirty work).

Like I said, I think its in part many people were literally too young, some one who's in their 20s today was a teen when Trump took office, how much attention were they paying? I mean I'm a weirdo so I have very clear memories of Bush V Gore and listening to NPR about it (and being outraged) at 10 years old, but I realize a lot of people at 14, 15, 16 even 17 and 18 aren't paying any attention to politics

and how much more when your own parents are Republicans so what impressions you do get are filtered through them.

Then I have to wonder, we live in an instant gratification universe, with the internet, our phones, are we living in a constant state of "now" where our brains are being trained in such a way its harder and harder to hold onto the feel, the vibe of the past what it was like 4-5 years ago? I mean I've noticed a lot of people complaining about "what do you mean that was X years ago? it feels like yesterday!" is all this new information tech messing with our minds and shortening our attention spans and our sense of the passage of time? idk maybe humans were always bad at holding onto what a past time felt like

and finally as I said there are LOTS of bad faith actors with a vested interest in warping how people remember and feel about the Trump Presidency and the Biden Presidency. Republicans need Trump's time in office to have been normal to have any hope of ever getting back into power, you see it with the downplaying of January 6th the worst moment of that whole shit show. You have left wing grifters who made more money when Trump was President because there were lots of scared upset Democrats looking for something to make them feel better. Those grifters are trying to hold onto their viewers by making them feel bad about the Biden Presidency so they keep toning in, and of course there's the foreign agents all over the internet who's goal is to break up American society.

[ss-shitstorm]

Ello, same anon here lol

DUDE, it is the BIGGEST pet peeve of mine when people tag a fic x reader but it turns out to be an oc, or like they give them like a full name (not just a nickname) and an appearance and PHMYGODDDDDDDDD WHY WOULD YOU LABEL IT AS A READER FIC WHEN ITS NOT?!?!???!?? LIKE GURL U GET MY HOPES UP AND THEN VIOLENTLY CRUSH THEM TO SMITHEREENS A SECOND LATER WHY WOULD U DO THISSSSSS

It drives me INSANE

Like you said, no hate to x oc fics, but my god WHYYYY do ppl have to label as x reader WHEN ITS CLEARLY NOT PLS SPARE MEEEEEEEE

🥲pain

Deadass in cathartic tears w you right now anon.

Hard agree w the caveat that I don’t mind the reader having a stated appearance if they’re something other than human(Like cybertronian or equestrian readers for example.) But other than that, it’s typically pretty alienating. I know there’s crossover. I know it’s a spectrum. I know there’s readers that need to be more fleshed out as a character for the plot and that’s a totally valid sacrifice to make of your immersion. But bro if “my” hair is purple and “my” eyes are green and “my” tits are huge and perky and “my” name is Cindy or Rudy or Ophelia and you’re dictating everything “I” do back to me in first or third person, then IDK how to break this to you, but that’s not me. That’s not a reader. That’s not anyone other than your MC and your MC alone.

This whole thing is like getting icecream knowing there’s only a 50/50 chance you’re actually gonna get the flavor on the box. No, I don’t hate chocolate. At all. But if I keep opening boxes that clearly say “strawberry” on the front just to find chocolate for the 30th time that day, it gets old.

I typically can’t get into OC fics because of my nuclear-fallout levels of jealousy, but there are exceptions. I'll read one if the premise or the OC themselves grips me for some reason or another. I will not read an OC fic if it’s labeled as reader, no matter how neat they are or interesting the premise is, because I am a big weepy bitch baby and my trust was broken so I’m gonna go cry in the corner.

Likewise, there’s people who can’t fucking stand readers or anything written in 2nd person POV,(I’m told *not* having a character to act as a buffer between them and the action is supremely uncomfortable for some) and they’ll nope out of an /reader fic that’s labeled as OC.

OC and Reader-insert authors, please know that if you intentionally tag your fic as both, or one that it's not because you think it’ll reach more people, you’re doing the opposite. If you’re writing OC fic and call it reader-insert, then you’re *hiding* your fic from the people who only want to read OC. If you have a reader-insert fic and call it an OC, you’re hiding it from people that only want to read reader-insert.

The people who enjoy both reader-inserts and OC fics will click on it regardless.

You are not missing out on views if you tag your fic correctly. You are increasing them.

[changbinsboobs]

I only pity chan a little in the sense that he doesnt seem to do well without others being around him or him constantly needing validation through helping others. I get it can feel lonely but sometimes its better than being around fake ass ppl who only want to use him or he might end up using others. it rlly wouod be interesting to see his reputation reading tho esp around female idols

Used the 3rd Eye Tarot, hope you enjoy💗

*This reading is for entertainment purposes only and doesn't state any facts!

Chan Reputation Reading

Ok WOW!!!! Not gonna lie to you I'm SHOKED!!!

I thought he's gonna be a casanova in this reading but surprisingly im getting none of that, quite the contrary actually.

But lets start from the beginning, so his overall reputation in a few words is social and friendly, hardworking and unexpectedly stern/cold.

He has a very approachable personality, very social, fun and open towards people whenever the moods right for it. I think people view him as someone to easily "get close to" or at least interact with.

But at the same time when it comes to work he doesn't come to play and i believe (not among idols but rather just within the industry) word is, he is difficult to work with.

Not because of bad work ethic or anything - quite the opposite - he's very meticulous, perfectionistic and likes things being done his way. If not, he's not affraid to argue, to stand his point, if you're slacking he's not affraid to call you out and even if he's in his right to do that, i believe people find, he might go overboard sometimes in his obsession in work.

People that already know him see him as a workaholic and extremely focused in his work so that even if he's easy to approach - he's not easy to be close to, as a friend, cuz he's always away working. Thats his absolute first priority.

If someone knows him outside of work, and then get to experience him in a working environment I think they get really really shocked, because they experience a completely different side if him where all of his goofiness and friendliness goes out the door and he gets this scary stern look in his eyes and his whole aura changes, even if he's still polite - his energy and vibe is just totally different.

As for his reputation with the ladies (idols/industry) its not as different. This sternness is there for sure and everyone can attest to that in one way or another.

I believe he's quite popular with the girlies, he's quite liked and many have interest in him romantically or sexually.

But just as many get met with rejection. Thats the part that really shocked me. But i actually believe he doesn't go around sleeping with idols. If he does (which i believe he does🌝😂) he does that with commoners, fans etc.

I think his main reputation among female idols is "keep away from him, you'll get hurt" but thankfully for a whole different reason than i (we) thought. They'll get hurt cuz they'll get rejected😂 as he doesn't mix work with love i believe. Maybe he has a rule like that? Idk? Or maybe he's just not attracted to them for some reason? Maybe cuz in his love affairs he wants to escape work for a short while but if he's with an idol maybe he feels like he hasn't fully escaped? Hm idk what's your thoughts on this?

[misfithive]

Reality TV x Wilmon AU ideas

so guys before i feel down the wilmon spiral 3 years ago I was obsessed with reality tv. I desperately need a wilmon falling in love on reality tv fic or one shot or anything so im writing out these ideas hoping it sparks something for one of you amazing amazing writers in this fandom :D pls if anyone writes just tag or send it to me so i can read it ty ty!!!!!

Love is blind/ married at first sight/love island/ the ultimatum

1. first and obvious: LOVE IS BLIND

the premise of love is blind is that you talk in these pods and fall in love without ever seeing the person all they can hear is your voice. I think that would be so beautiful for wilmon cuz imagine they have these hear to hearts about their past how isolated they both felt and really bond yk. Wille could still be a prince here or like super wealthy something ?? When they actually meet there would deff be more conclict when they go back to “real life” but yk once they leave the pods they go on a honeymoon i still think they would be obsessed with eachother fall more in love then reality check when they get home conflict blah blah but both ofc agree to stay married at the end.

2. MARRIED AT FIRST SIGHT

Married at first sight is kinda like love is blond of steroids. The experts match you with someone you dont meet until that person walks down the aisle and u get married. It would be perfect if like the royal court is tired of waiting for wilhelm to find someone and settle down so they use this as like an arranged marriage situation. None of the other contestants would know the prince is participating ans the wedding bfs are always very small also secretive due to not wanting to spoil the season so Simon does not think much of the extra protocols etc. maybe its the first queer season and they think putting the prince on will help his image idk. It could be enemies to lovers bc imagine when the prince walks out or Simon walks out and simon is like wtf im not doing this. (there is always one person like that lmfao)

3. Love island

this would probably be more like a crackfic but imagine parts being told from the funny narrator’s pov (if any one is familiar with love island) but if they go on love island and the public thinks it would be funny to match them together. The show is pretty slow tho since it comes on every day but they could have other live interests do challenges casa amor 🤭 maybe one of them gets scared and decides to try it with someone else. Maybe this is the first queer season of the show 😎

4. The Ultimatum

some of u guys like mess and this would be MESSSY (most angst potential) eeeee okay so basically on the show you come in with your current partner one of the partners has given an ultimatum. Imagine simon is with marcus 🤢 and marcus gives him an ultimatum saying simon has to marry him or they are done. Simon is super anxious about it but also feels like he doesnt know if he can find better (he is traumatized and considering settling but goes on the show bc Marcus drags him there). Wilhem maybe gives his partner the ultimatum? Because of the pressure he is facing from his family to have a kid settle down etc. they are not in love really but are like perfect match on paper except maybe shes like doesnt know if she wants to have kids and settle down yet idk??? Basically wilhelm is rushing this whole thing bc of the anxiety and pressure and has resigned himself to not experiencing real love.

The way the show works is that they have time to mix and mingle and talk to other people (highly suggest watching the queer season of this show) and then decide which partners they want to switch with. Wilmon of course choose to match with eachother. They have to give a whole speech marcus might be super jealous would be lots of drama etc. then the new couples live together so wilmon relationship builds from there. I say shy simon of course and soft boys fall in loooooveeeee they learn about themselves etc. they have to keep seeing their “real partner” during this so the “real” partners tend to get jealous and its tons of drama. They have to sleep in the same bed with the new partner so ofc things happen then they may feel guilty bc its sort of a grey area of whether its cheating or “part of the experiment” - some people will be trying not to take it too far with their partner then find out their partner had sexxx then decide they dont care anymore etc.

They have to move back with their old partner for the second half of the show and usually thats when people are like yeah this is what i want or i want to go back to my old partner. At the end you pick if yoh want to stay with the partner you came with, leave with the person you did the experiment with, or leave single. But you dont know what the other person will pick so its a lot of stress and angst and drama.

Okay this is getting long i have more of course but plsssss someone do one 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i qill make u an edit to any song of your choosing oe whatever u want pls 😭🙏🏾 the ultimatum one sounds soooo fun so cool ikr okay byeeee

[rickykykyy]

Can you do a top Taehyung x male reader smut where Taehyung finally comes home from the military and they spend the day with each other and then they do it

pairing ~ top!kim taehyung x bottom!male reader

type ~ oneshot

cw ~ fluff, not explicit smut but its described a lil bit, praise kink(?), slight voice kink, 1 use of the word 'fuck'

notes ~ i tried to make this as romantic as possible 😭 it feels kinda rushed honestly idk. im not too used to writing like this so i hope its okay!! if you wanted it to be more explicit just lmk and i can remake it for you ^^

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🪐 was absolutely awful at keeping track of time.

he was supposed to pick taehyung up from the airport at 3 pm. did he set a reminder? no. because he didn't think he'd be sitting here, stressing over what to type for his essay. he thought it'd take only around an hour. instead, it took nearly the whole day.

he was pulled from his focused state when he heard a knock on his apartment door. he ran a hand through his hair, getting up from his desk chair and lazily trudging towards the door.

once the door opened, 🪐 was a bit slow to realize who was standing there. "hey, tae, what's up?" 🪐 blinked, observing taehyung a second longer. he took in the military uniform he had on, the small smile on his face. once realizing, 🪐 pounced on taehyung, hugging him so tightly taehyung could barely breathe.

after at least two minutes, 🪐 pulled away, only to pull taehyung in for a kiss. he poured out all the longing he felt while his boyfriend was away. 🪐's heart felt like it was about to burst, finally being able to feel taehyung's body close to his.

he'd missed him more than he could begin to comprehend. he missed his smell. his touch. his soft kisses. his deep, calming voice. the way they held hands. the way they hugged. and now, he finally had it all back, and he never wanted to let go.

the rest of the evening was spent with them doing everything together. they showered together first, wanting to feel their skins against each other's again. it wasn't lustful. it was merely two lovers wanting to be close to each other.

after their shower, taehyung helped 🪐 finish his essay. 🪐 found it to be much simpler with taehyung there to help him. but that was the thing about taehyung. he was calming. 🪐 could focus better with taehyung's voice instructing and explaining to him.

after the essay was sent in, they spent the rest of the night in bed, the tv playing softly in the background, though neither of them cared to pay attention. they spent the night sharing kisses, soft pecks with the need to just feel each other's lips pressed together. it was a euphoric feeling, one they desperately held onto even as they drifted to sleep.

⊱ • ─ ⋅ ──────────────────── ⋅ ─ • ⊰

the next morning, taehyung and 🪐 went out, exploring the city together as if they hadn't both been living there their whole lives. they went into every store that looked interesting, buying as much as they could afford.

they eventually settled in a cafe, 🪐 listening as taehyung talked about everything that happened while he was away. 🪐 listened, for the most part. he found himself getting lost in taehyung's deep, dark eyes more than just a few times. god, he'd missed those eyes.

🪐 returned the favor. he told taehyung all about the things that happened at home. he talked about all the song ideas yoongi had talked to him about. he talked about the tattoo jungkook almost convinced him to get. small things that would have seemed insignificant to most, but were precious memories to them.

they arrived home late at night, having spent the whole day in each other's company. they didn't even bother showering as they went to bed, doing no more than kissing before taehyung slipped his hands underneath 🪐's shirt, successfully initiating more than just kissing.

once they were stripped bare of the confines of their clothes, they took a moment to look at each other. the bodies they'd only dreamed about for so long, the bodies they'd both committed to memory. they could finally feel each other again.

taehyung was the first to break the trance they were in, kissing 🪐 ever so softly, before whispering words of praise in his lover's ears. they were spoken so softly 🪐 almost didn't hear them. but what taehyung said didn't matter anyway, because his lips trailing down 🪐's neck was enough to convey every emotion taehyung felt.

taehyung kissed down 🪐's chest, then moved to his arms, kissing every inch of skin he could find. he sucked at the skin in some parts, leaving marks for 🪐 to stare at the next morning.

the next few minutes were filled with the sounds of kissing and soft sighs from 🪐 as taehyung prepared him. it was something that had grown unfamiliar to 🪐, due to taehyung not being with him for while. but now, taehyung was the one helping him get used to the feeling again, and 🪐 didn't want it any other way.

soon, the room was filled with the sounds of taehyung groaning softly, a stark contrast to 🪐's whimpers. taehyung's voice was much deeper, something 🪐 found he loved a little too much when they were being intimate. that deep voice, whispering soft praises like "fuck, you're beautiful," or "you're so perfect, love." it drove 🪐 crazy.

which is why the feelings that had been building since taehyung's departure had spilled over so easily. 🪐 felt overwhelmed, in the absolute best way possible. 🪐 wanted more of this feeling. he wanted to hold onto every single moment with taehyung.

once taehyung reached his peak, not long after 🪐, it was pure bliss. they laid there in silence, basking in each other's warmth. no words needed to be spoken further. at least not for now.

taehyung slowly pulled out of 🪐, before pulling him into his arms and holding him tightly, rubbing soft circles into his back. it was moments like these that they appreciated the most, that feeling of being together after being intimate.

🪐 was asleep within minutes, with taehyung staring down at his lover adoringly. he wondered how he managed to have someone as incredible as 🪐 in his life. he thought of how, out of all the other people 🪐 could choose, he chose him. it made his heart feel a warmth unlike anything he's ever felt. taehyung soon drifted off as well, his mind, and soon his dreams, filled with nothing but his lover.

his 🪐.