#if i tagged anyone who's already done it first of all: SORRY i can't keep track

[rjreins]

ATTENTION TO ALL THE LADS FIC WRITERS!! I got a fic idea, and idk how to fully write this...SO HERE'S WHAT I RANDOMLY CAME UP WITH !!

childhood bestfriend!ex!caleb x non-mc!reader

you and caleb were both invited to mc's wedding. at first, you were adamant about not attending because you already knew that caleb was going to be there.

given with the history you had with the man, who wouldn't be hesitant? the break up was a year ago. no biggie! I mean, how crazy would it be if you were to be mc's maid of honor and him the groom's best man?

well jokes on you, you had no choice but to attend.

with the phone on your hands, you were already typing away, preparing a long message to send mc. making an excuse on how you're not going to be able to make it.

but this is your childhood friend! you have to be there for her!

so you let it go and accept the invite.

so months before the wedding, mc tags you along with her in trying on the wedding dresses. you know, maid of honor duties.

when mc finally picked out a dress for her, she keeps on insisting for you to try and wear one since she says, "come on, we've got time to spare! maybe you'll find a dress you'd like for your own wedding!"

as if, you thought.

it was a few minutes of a back and forth banter before you finally give in to her wishes.

now in the dressing room, all dressed in white, you find yourself admiring the woman in the mirror.

thoughts of what could've been suddenly flash in your mind. the dress was really pretty, it complimented you so well. your fingers linger on the lace—treading on the details of the dress. it hugged your body so nicely. it would be a shame if you didn't walk with a beautiful dress like this down the aisle.

yeah...this was a bad idea. just a silly little fantasy you would never have since the only person you'd only want to wait for you in front of the altar had done and broke your fragile heart into two.

you shrugged your head, and just as you were about to take it off, the sound of the dressing room curtain opening halts your movements.

right then and there, standing before you was the one and only love of your life and the main reason for your heartbreak, the cause of one-too-many miserable drunken nights.

the room was quiet. both people just staring at each other in complete silence along with the heavy tension lingering in the air.

it took a few seconds before caleb cleared his throat. while it definitely broke your stare-off, you didn't fail to notice that he was also dressed, wearing a best man attire.

"oh, um... sorry. I thought this was where mc was..." he trailed off, looking at anywhere but you.

you then come to your senses, realizing you were wearing a wedding dress in front of your ex. "it's fine! she's just right in the next dressing room." you say as you composed yourself.

"thank you." caleb says, turning around to leave. before he fully steps outside, he looks back at you, and your breath hitches.

"y/n?"

you bravely look at his eyes and take a quick opportunity of the moment to shamelessly admire him. at some point, the air in your lungs leaves you breathless. he looks so handsome in his suit, but you can't bring yourself to say it out loud.

and you must've been staring too long to not notice that caleb was already taking steps towards you.

you don't move. your body freezes as caleb raises his hand to caress your cheek. and if you were breathless awhile ago, you might just be as good as dead right now.

it was all too much, the close proximity, the unspoken desire, and the talk you both desperately needed to clear any misunderstandings that happened in the past.

as you opened your mouth to speak, caleb gulps and says, "you look just as beautiful as the day I lost you."

note: I know it's corny! but I had to get this off my mind or else the idea would just be a forgotten one. if anyone wants this idea or wants to write a fic with it... feel free to use it and tag me, please !! love everyone in this community. you guys do not disappoint !!

[voodoochildthings]

Untamable

Dean x reader

You run your mouth while Dean is trying to concentrate on a case. He's not having it.

Word count: 1 321

Tags: smut – 18+, reader is a brat, teasing, established relationship

A/N: soo as some of you might know, I don't usually post my fics on Tumblr, but there's a first for anything, right?? If you prefer, here's the whole thing on ao3!

Enjoy!

You're still giggling as Dean shoves you into the wall. Hard. Not so hard he would hurt you, but hard enough to get the point across.

Sam turns around, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. Dean flashes him a nervous smile. Shrugs. Is still holding you by your shoulder when Sam finally turns back around to talk to the doctor.

Dean shoots you a deadly look, hissing in a low voice.

"I've told you to drop it, woman!"

You roll your eyes, lick your lips. Pull the lower one between your teeth, the way you know makes Dean go crazy.

"What, do you really have so little self-control, Agent?"

Dean pushes himself away from you, clawing at his tie, trying to loosen it even though it's already half undone. He catches up to Sam, trying to look serious, trying to focus on the witness. But you know him. And the way he's shifting from one leg to another lets you know he's miserably failing.

You pop another button on your blouse, pull out a couple of strands of hair from the knot you tied it up in. He likes it when you look messy. You pull out a notepad and pen from your purse and join Sam and Dean. A couple of feet away, so Dean can get a good look at you without twisting his neck.

You put on a concentrated look. Cross your arms under your chest, so your tits pop nicely. Then, keeping the merchandise on full display, you bring the pen up to your mouth. You run the tip over your lip before you bite down on it, a small huff leaving you. Then you glance sideways, checking if you're successful.

The doctor notices first, looks you up and down, swallows. And while Sam seems oblivious to what you're doing, Dean can't seem to tear his eyes off you. When you grin, your tongue peeking out, he clears his throat.

"Sorry, I just need to talk to my partner for a second."

He darts around, grabs you by your wrist and yanks you into a room a couple of feet away. You stumble slightly from the unexpected, rough pull, but catch yourself quickly.

Dean throws the door shut behind you, pulls you away from the huge window that will allow anyone who's interested to watch the two of you. He lowers his head, his mouth so close to your ear that you can feel his breath on your skin. It makes you shudder.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You raise your chin, let your lips ghost over Dean's cheek.

"I told you, I'm bored," you huff against his lips as the tip of your nose touches his.

Dean's hand, still on your wrist, squeezes you firmly.

"You need to get your shit together, honey, or I swear to God, I will fuck you right here, against this damn door."

And that's when you know you've got him.

You pull back a little, so you can look at Dean. He's looking angry. Deep creases on his forehead, pupils so dilated that you feel like you're staring into the universe, the deep green of his irises barely noticeable.

You've got him, alright. But you're not done playing.

You smirk.

"No you won't."

You raise your eyebrows, give him a pitying look.

"I don't even remember the last time we actually fucked. You know. Like you really mean it."

An image of last night flashes before your inner eye, when Dean had you bent over the tiny motel room desk, railing you like there's no tomorrow, making you scream his name. You can still feel him between your legs.

Dean looks surprised for a moment, just a couple of seconds, before he realizes what's going on.

"Oh. I see."

Then he shifts. Presses you against the door. Looks down at you.

"You think I'm not gonna do it, huh?"

His voice has become a low growl. You arch your back, press your tits against his chest, give him your best shit-eating grin.

"I think you're all bark and no bite."

He flinches momentarily when your hand finds his crotch. When you squeeze him, you're pleased to find his dick half hard, straining against the cheap fabric of his newest fake FBI-suit.

Dean tugs at your wrist again, just a little, to show you you're at his mercy. He presses himself even closer to you, and then his mouth crashes into yours.

His tongue is soft, wet, warm, demanding. His kisses are all teeth, you know they're going to make your lips all puffy and red when he's done with you. It's exactly what you were bargaining for. You whimper into his mouth, trying to get more of him, but Dean starts trailing down, leaving tiny bites on your cheeks, all the way down to your collarbone.

Your breathing is heavy, you close your eyes and let your head drop back against the door.

"Is that all you've got? I got more action than this from Troy in 7th grade," you offer, but your voice is already betraying you. Cracking. Shaking with lust.

"You're the fucking worst," Dean breathes into your neck, and then you feel him yanking your skirt up. Your hand finds his hair, grabs it firmly to ground yourself as you feel the cold air on your lower lips when Dean rips your panties aside.

When his fingers press into you, two of them sneaking their way into your wetness, you let out a soft moan. It's a good thing he's holding you up against the door because your legs turn into jello almost immediately.

Your arm goes around his shoulders, you cling on to Dean as if you were holding on for dear life when he's knuckle-deep inside you. He nuzzles his face into your neck as he curves his calloused fingers, pressing right into that spot that's the only off-switch for your mouth.

He pumps his fingers into you with purpose, his thumb circling your clit, all while whispering filth into your ear.

"All bark and no bite, huh?"

"You think you can talk to me like that?"

"Get away with shit like that?"

"I think you need to be taught a lesson."

Your head is dizzy from the feeling of Dean on you, inside you, his intoxicating scent invading your senses. You whimper his name when you feel the orgasm approaching, inhale sharply and—

Your eyes fly open at the sudden, almost painful void his fingers leave behind when he pulls them out of you. You gasp, eyes wide, trying to understand the evil grin you see spreading over Dean's lips as he takes a step back.

His eyes wander over you, taking in your flushed face, heaving chest, dripping wet pussy. He licks his fingers clean from your juices, making a humming sound.

Your mouth drops open as you watch him straighten his jacket and tie. You're still unable to move, your thighs quivering, everything north of them aching for release.

Dean licks his lips, pink and pillowy, grabs your chin and pulls your face within inches of his.

"I told you to cut it out, didn't I?"

He leans forward, presses a soft, languid kiss onto your lips.

Then he lets go of you without further warning, letting you stumble past him, and gives your ass a sharp slap.

He's already out of the door when you turn around, still trying to get your skirt back in place where it belongs. You can see him oddly shifting while walking away, and you know it's taking all of his willpower to make that raging boner go away.

You stand there for another couple of seconds, perplexed, before you break out in quiet laughter.

You're going to get him back later. You know it. He knows it. And you know he's counting on it.

That's why you're so good together.

Is this where I put the "thank you for reading" note? Because thank you for reading, and special thanks to @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth, for being my boo in general but also for making those pretty dividers <3

[partycatty]

bit of a niche request but older johnny getting you an engraved tag/pendant to show others that you’re his? i just think it would be so cute if he did that 🫣 could be vaguely nsfw if you wanted ok im running away now bye!!!! 🏃‍♂️💨

dark star!older!johnny cage > mine all mine

warnings: ohhhhh evil sick and twisted and fucked up dark star johnny but hes the DILF THIS TIME!!!

notes: someone put me down where i stand im going batshit insane.,. also sorry this is small i only have so many ideas in my chrome dome.,. more fics otw if this gets received well :3

[ masterlist ]

• older johnny is more emotionally mature than our usual dark star younger counterpart, he's just more... possessive.

• he was a fine man before he met you, kind and honest with a pretty smile, toned down after his youth escaped him, but you sparked some kind of life in him that ate away at everything he considered to be good about himself. you needed to be marked up, labeled, tacked to a wall with his name painted across your body or he'd lose it.

• johnny's intentions were pure at first but had gone completely unchecked, letting him spiral into madness at the thought of losing you. he knew he was an attractive star, it was others he was worried about. you were his.

• dog tags with his name, necklaces, anklets, rings, clothes with your anniversary stitched into the sleeve, this man will give you anything that shows off you're together. matching outfits are a must when you're able to dress up, and he will happily throw you every credit card under his name to get your hair and nails done. all you have to do is make a passing comment about being in disrepair and he's already licking his thumb to count the cash in his wallet.

• johnny's a tracker, always worried you'll be lost to him at any given moment. location sharing apps, maybe a tracker or two in your car... not that you knew they were there.

• hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the large crowd that's more focused on him anyway. he becomes animalistic, unironically baring his teeth at those who spare an extra glance at your form in that pretty dress he splurged on for you. his grip on your back turns into fisting the fabric, bunching it up between his fingers as he contains his anger.

• wants you to be no more than his trophy. even if you're functional and capable, johnny insists to be the sole provider of everything. everything. you barely have to lift a finger for the rest of your life. trying to offer otherwise may result in an argument that digs at his ego.

• to everyone else, you're the ideal couple. he's a hard worker, dedicated, strong, loyal, and literally so jaw-droppingly fine. you'd know he has a nasty side, one he fights to keep between the two of you.

• "you don't need me," he hisses through gritted teeth. "you think i'm just some weak man, can't provide for my woman? is that what you think?" his arms are crossed, looming over you with a foul expression. "what part of 'i'll take care of everything' is so hard to understand? it's like you try to test me."

• unlike mk1 dark star johnny, this version is focused solely on your pleasure during sex. for once, he feels irrelevant, drunk on your whimpers and squirms under his big arms. he hones in easily into your cunt, his fingers buried deep inside and pumping to the point of pain. if his arm is cramping, he's not feeling it. he's too occupied trying to make you cum... again... and again...

• you're all he lives for. you're above cassie, above the special forces, leagues above earthrealm as a whole. you're his universe, his oxygen and everything that keeps him alive. if anyone or anything spares a passing thought about harming you, or worse, taking you away from him, johnny would fully consider falling to darker tactics and morals to keep you by his side.

[russellsppttemplates]

It's just the beggining (Oscar Piastri)

Oscar hasn't done or said anything, so you're taking matters into your own hands

Note: english is not my first language. It's my first Oscar piece and I'm nervous posting this, but hopefully you enjoy it! 🫶

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

my masterlist

Cw: mentions reader's grandparents' health issues, mentions the situation with McLaren and Daniel, insomnia

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

"Hey, Y/N!", James called you once he saw you walk by his classroom, "hey", you greeted back, adjusting your books on your arms.

"There is a new kid, I'm sure you know, Oscar Piastri his name is, and apparently he's staying the long weekend too, like you", he trailed off, not knowing if he was stepping further than he should.

"Yes, I am staying, it's okay to talk about it", you gave him tight lipped smile, "well, I was hoping you'd keep him company - he's a bit shy, but he's very fun to be around and the teacher also thought it would be good since you're both staying", he reasoned as you nodded.

You had to stay back because your grandparents didn't live in England, and because of their old age and problems that naturally arose with that, your parents had to fly out and spend sometime with them, meaning you didn't have anyone back home, so you stayed. As for Oscar, you found out that he was staying back because his family was in Melbourne.

"At first, I just had online schooling, but it got trickier to manage and my dad needed to go back to work so I had to stay back", he explained when you asked him why he was there, "and I hope I can focus on racing, but you already know that", he scoffed softly.

"I don't think I do, I'm sorry", you narrowed your eyes, genuinely unaware of what he was talking about.

After he told you all about his career until that moment, as well as his hopes and dreams, he chuckled, "you really didn't know?", he wondered.

"I didn't! The girls said something about you moving here but I didn't listen much, I'm not that into gossip and my memory is like Dory's, I can never keep up with the latest who likes who and who flirted with what's his face", you earnestly replied.

For the first time since he arrived at the school, he felt like he could really trust someone and he could hope for new friendships on this side of the world.

You were there for his final race in F4, clapping at him on the podium, and even F3 and F2 despite your university deadlines, always making sure you could support him in every way you could.

"Hey, Osc", you said over the phone, setting your pen down the desk and swivelling in the chair. You wanted to get as much knowledge and experience as possible, so you applied to do a internship in a physiotherapy clinic near your apartment during the summer.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?", he asked as you could notice the antsyness on his voice.

"I'm good, it's a bit of a slow day here, my supervisor said I could read up on a few articles", you mused, "is everything okay?", you asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner tonight", he began, "you can come to my flat if that's okay, I'll order something in since I can't be trusted in the kitchen", he suggested.

"Fine by me, I'd like that, sounds really nice", you smiled, "I'll see you soon, then", you added, not wanting to dwell much on the fact that he didn't answer your question.

When you left the clinic, you walked to Oscar's place since the sun had graced you for the day and it was still nice to be out. Knocking on the door, you waited for him to open it, "I'm still in my scrubs as I didn't see the need to change", you said as you walked inside, hugging Oscar after dropping your backpack on the floor.

"Hey, you look nice, don't worry about it", he smiled as he led you to the living room, "I had to go and get the take out myself, but it's still warm", he said as you sat at the dining table.

"Now can you tell me if there's something wrong?", you wondered as you poured some of the wine he kept for you at his place on your glass.

"I have something to tell you actually", he played with his glass while he fought the smile on his lips, "this weekend I finally had some conversations with McLaren", he began.

"McLaren?", you asked as you served yourself of the food in front of you, taking some bimi brocoli and then some of the warm noodles.

"Yes, McLaren. We finally spoke about contracts and, this morning, I signed the official driver contract for next season", he stated as if he was saying that the sun had been out today.

"You did what? Since when has this been in the works?", you gasped, dropping the kitchen utensils and looking at him intently, "you're driving for McLaren next season?", he nodded, "like, driving on track? Oh my Goodness, Oscar! That's amazing!", you got up and hugged him, "why didn't you lead with that?", you pinched the nape of his neck playfully as you kept the tears from falling from your eyes. This was his dream and he was getting to live it as early as the end of the year when pre season preparations began.

"I didn't want to tell you over the phone", he shrugged his shoulders.

"But how? This is huge, Oscar!", you smiled, your teeth showing and eyes squinting with how high your cheeks rose.

"There were a lot of conversations about it, specially the last few weeks", Oscar explained, "they still want to keep it quiet", he warned.

"So you're driving alongside Lando?", you wondered. You only followed motorsport and the Formula series because of your bestfriend, so the assumption you made was based on what you had seen and read.

"Yes, hence why they want to keep it quiet, I've only told you and my family", he mentioned, "my manager knows that, obviously, but I really need you to keep quiet about it", he smiled.

"Absolutely, don't worry!", you assured, "this is so amazing Oscar! You're going to drive in Formula One! Aren't you amazed?", you beamed.

"I put in the work too, you know?", he dramatically feigned offense as you hugged him tighter, "this is your dream, Osc", you cooed, letting the tears fall freely down your cheeks as you swayed you both around, "I'm so proud of you", you hiccuped, holding his head close to your lips so you could kiss his forehead.

"Let's eat, this is getting cold", your best friend urged as the situation for more intimate and brought you closer and closer to the thing he had been avoiding for nearly a year.

The feelings he had been arbouring for you weren't just friendship. How could he keep himself from being in love with you? You had been there with him and for him when he was alone in a new country, being the other shy kid that spent the long weekend im boarding school, and since then you had been attached by the hip. You were kind, caring, intelligent, beautiful inside and outside and anyone would be a fool to not see why Oscar felt the way he did about you.

.

"I'm just going to a training camp, Y/N, I do these every year!", Oscar reasoned as you groaned.

"Who am I going to complain to about university? Or how noisy my neighbours are? I'm going to die of boredom", you stated, "when you come back, I will have ceased to exist because of boredom and lack of attention", you exaggeratedly threw yourself on your sofa.

"You won't, silly", he chuckled, pulling you up since his trainer was picking him up soon, "you're going to go out and enjoy yourself, okay? You'll barely notice I'm gone", he tried as you helped him with his suitcases down to the door.

"I'll miss you", you muttered as you hugged him, "enjoy your training camp!", you smiled as you pulled away, waving at him before you made your way to your place.

Getting on with the project you had to hand in at the end of the week, you got it all through to the end, leaving time to proofread later.

You clicked on the folder where you kept your photos and videos, looking through them and reliving all of the memories you had in there.

Most of them had Oscar somehow, wether it was a screen grab from one of your FaceTime calls when he was at races, picnics in the park and lazy days at your place.

You had to admit it, for your sake and Oscar's sake as your friendship was on the line. At first you thought it was just the fact that a boy seemed to want to spend time with you, so you put it to that. Recently, however, things changed perspective and you felt stronger feelings and emotions when you thought about him.

You loved spending time with him and cherished every single hour he chose to spend with you whenever he didn't have racing related duties. Every time he hugged you, you clung just a little longer to feel hia body against yours and his arms enveloping you.

Whenever someone approached you in the rare times you went out clubbing with your friends, "I have a boyfriend" became more a wish and a need rather than some made up excuse to get guys to leave you alone.

So, to sum it up, you either had an honest conversation with him or continued to dwell on feelings you couldn't keep to yourself.

.

"Y/N just sent me a picture of her notes, can you believe they ask them to know all of that?", he showed his trainer Kim while they had lunch after a strenuous workout.

"I had to learn most of that, too", he said nonchalantly, not necessarily diminishing your competences and intelligence but letting Oscar know that maybe his infatuation with you had a source elsewhere.

"Y/N is very smart, I'm sure she'll do really well - oh, she sent me a picture, she's all dressed up!", he said as he inspected the mirror picture. He assumed it was a requirement for your presentation, as you usually preferred comfy attire, since you had a pair of trousers and a shirt, some small heels on your feet and your bright smile that left him feeling butterflies in his stomach every single time, "she looks gorgeous", he said as he texted you the same words along with wishes of good luck.

"Something you'd like to say?", Oscar quesioned when he felt Kim's eyes on him as he put the phone back on the table, screen down.

"I'm just here wondering why you're not together", the trainer offered simply after he wiped his mouth on the napkin.

"No, we are not together, at least not yet", he mused. The thought had crossed his mind, admitting how he felt about you before the season began. If everything went belly up and you didn't feel the same and didn't see him that way, he would occupy his time and channel all of his energy into racing; if you did feel the same, he would have been worrying for nothing and would have a extra spring up his step for his first season in Formula One.

"Good to know you're working on it", Kim waved his fork at Oscar, "now we need to finish this and we'll do some recovery stretches", he announced as Oscar groaned, prolonging his meal as long as he could.

.

Today, Oscar was coming back from Lanzarote and you couldn't wait to speak to him. Lately, it all dawned on you.

It happened a couple of nights ago, a slight insomnia episode keeping you up when you thought about what things would be like from now on. Oscar would travel a lot more, and he would be in a much public role compared to his previous one. It would seem stupid to other people, but a lot more people would know him, and you were sure they would fall in love with him. How could they not? Hence why you wanted to quit those thoughts while you were ahead of them.

I'm on the cab to your place, it should take another 10 minutes and Can't wait to see you, Oscar texted you just as you finished tidying your living room.

You missed him dearly, so when you threw yourself into his arms, you didn't let go as he kicked his suitcases into your apartment while still holding close to him, "I kind of need to get my backpack off my back, and I can't do that if I don't set you somewhere - only for a bit at the very least", Oscar suggested after trying to balance you against his body with one arm but he didn't feel safe enough to let you go without you falling.

Reluctantly, you got back down, feet back on the floor as he discarded his backpack before he tapped your hip twice, "up again, I want a proper hug", he mumbled as you jumped back, his hands protectively holding your thighs up as he nuzzled his face on your neck, "I need you so, so much", he sighed.

"I missed you too", you replied back, "and I don't ever want to miss you like this when I don't know how to feel about you", you forwarded. Now or never, you thought as you jumped out of his hold and faced him.

"I missed you like I have never missed you before, not even when you go a visit your family or when you went away for triple headers - and I've been trying to understand why and I finally realised what it was. I like you, more than friends like eachother - for Goodness' sake, I'm in love with you", you chuckled nervously as you admitted it out loud to him, "and everyone else will love you too - I just know it -, so soon enough you won't be my Osc anymore and I couldn't not tell you. People - and these gorgeous girls all over the world - are going to like you so much and I won't be able to compete with them, so I'm just telling you how I feel. You can leave if you want or we'll just stay here in silence of that works too, but I needed to admit my feelings", you let out in one go.

Oscar smiled, a big teeth and gums showing smile as his eyes crinkled at your words, "I'm not leaving, and we are not going to be silent - at least immediately - because I want to tell you how I feel", he began, "I'm in love with you too; I have been for about two years and only realised it a year ago, and I don't want to pretend anymore. I want to be able to kiss you, to hug you, to take you with me wherever possible, to sleep next to you, to argue with you, I want all of it. With you", he said, hand cupping your cheek as his eyes asked for consent to kiss your lips.

It was as you dreamed it would be, soft, gentle and caring, lips moving in sync as you held him by his waist, pulling him closer to you.

"I thought I was loosing you to the whole F1 fandom", you chuckled, looking up at him once you pulled away.

"Of course you won't, you're my best girl", he winked, "this is just the beggining for us", he added as he pulled you to cuddle on the sofa, sharing his stories of the past days as you revelled in the feeling of being in his arms.

[taetaeblep]

Hello! This is my first fiction I've written on public. I know it's trashy. Hope it doesn't ache your eyes lol. Too add to your sufferings , I've added a trashy edit too. Sorry for this one. But I've been planning since a month. Finally it's done. Have a good day! (Let me know how trashy it was!)

Pairing: Ram x Devi

Book: KFOS

Warning: M

Tags: @rc-catalog

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"Colored by You"

Holi has come with colors in Bengal. Red, blue, green, yellow, everyone was colored by various hues. But Devi who was quite restless till dawn, waiting for the time to go Kalighat on this auspicious day, well probably not for the temple service which has barely been habit, has rather a darker aura over her face since the morning. Whereas the seer quite busy with his customeries, not giving much attention to restless gazes from the one whose sleepless night went by the toughts of the man who she wanted to put "abeer" on before anyone else. But only the seer knew how much he longed to meet her. To steal a moment only to be with her. But his responsibilities and role as a seer was too heavy to neglect. Hence he could only patiently wait till all the rituals are done, so he could be with the woman he's dying to see. Devi can't be blamed though. The young ladies of dozens were now eligible for marriage. And it was clear on whom their eyes might be darting. The most eligible, handsome younger Doobay is someone to be swoon over. Ladies on this occasion seems quite busy to put abeer on him. "Might be seeking a way to touch his toned body?" Devi is thinking too hard and pinning herself to her own thoughts. Ram who was trying to avoid the crowd of these beautiful ladies hovering over him and steal a chance to talk to Miss Sharma, his all efforts went in vain again and again. All he earned in return was the piercing glare of the mighty Deviya Sharma — a woman whose rage, it was said, could kill with just One. Single. Glance.

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In the evening when the chaos and colors are deemed down, Ram was in his quarters tired of the overwhelming day, still could not figure out what might have enraged the mighty Sharma. His all efforts to steal one moment, to steal her from the rest of the world, is all gone vain. So and so, Miss Sharma did not even care to look at his glances. Rather avoided every possible chances to meet him. Trail of thoughts broken by the creaking sound of the door.

"Devi..."

"Why Mr. Doobay, I guess you were expecting someone else?" Devi hissed.

"Anyone else aren't daring enough to barge into my room like that" , a smirk played on Ram's lips. Deep inside the seer having his heart dancing upon seeing the woman whom he eagerly tried to talk all day long. His eyes fell on her sari. White, as soft as petals lingering to her thin body. Ram who had his eyes locked in hers, took a long breath seeing her adornments. To his eyes, she was shimmering like moon itself. Oh Kaali Maa! How could the Brahmin even keep himself sane like this.

Brahmin could not dare to take another step. Devi tiptoed towards him "You've been quite busy today. Being cheeky with your admirers." Devi had a taunting tone while wording the last sentence. Ram took the cue and fully understood what might have agitated his Precious Miss. He smiled seeing her burning with jealousy just by the sight of any other women around him, talking to him, teasing or touching him in the name of so called applying abeer.

"I did tried to get a grip of a certain someone. But she was too engrossed in envious thoughts, barely gave me a chance to come near her. What a man can even do, if left alone amongst the drooling eyes of ladies like that?" Ram's words only fueled her already fumed jealousy. Not only he teased her about being jealous, he's not even feeling guilty to leave her pinning alone just like that. Devi could not let him so easily. Her jealousy has now taken a different form. She knew that this man is only hers. If she could, she would've make sure every one in this Bengal would know that. So no other woman or man could near him. If she could, she would have kept him all to herself. But as of now, all she wanted is to let that man know, what she truly feels, although he could see through her eyes.

"Why were you looking for me?" She asked.

"Why do you think, Raksashi?" He whispered coming near to her.

Devi didn't say anything. She brought out thaali filled with colors. She took Ram's hand on hers and put it on the thaali, then directed his hand filled with color on her cheeks. Devi closed her eyes giving into the touch oh his warm hand, which she holded and slided his hand towards her neck. Then she took his other hand, repeating the gesture on the other side of her face, marking herself with him. Devi slightly opened her eyes, which are now darkened with desire. To make this man fully hers, to embrace him, to love him, take his name as her heart wants. Engrossed in thoughts Devi holded his hand close to her cheek and rubbed her face on his palm. Ram heaved in her touch. Completely forgot their surroundings, his concerns are now getting blurry. All he could see is her, his Devi, his only love, the one he die for, he could kill for, even fight with the deity or the fate they had to face.

«Ang laga de re . Mohe rang laga de re»

«Main to teri joganiya, Tu jog laga de re»

Devi came closer to Ram, slided her hand into his nape, caressing his face with her thumb softly and pulled him towards her. She rubbed her cheeks onto his, marking him with the same abeer. Ram closed his eyes, savoring her touch.

«Ram ratan dhan

Lagan magan man

Tan mora chandan re»

His hand instinctively found her waist, sliding beneath the folds of her sari.

«Raat banjar si hai, Kaale khanjar si hai»

«Tere seene ki lau mere andar bhi hai»

Devi didn’t flinch — she only drew him closer, as if trying to erase the distance between them completely. They stayed that way, wrapped in each other, lost in the moment — intoxicated by silence and their touch. Devi tore herself apart from him and took a step behind, thumping her palm on the abeer and scooped fistful of it, then pulled Ram closer holding his wrist. She took a lingering glance at him — her eyes flicking over his face, his chest — and bit her lower lip as a thought seemed to spark in her mind. Ram who is too lost in every movements of her, only kept watching her. She put all the abeer on her fist and smear it on Ram's chest which wasn't covered as he took of the Puja's shawl a while ago. Devi came closer to Ram and engulfed one of her hands around his neck, another around his torso, She held him tightly, molding her body to his, her head resting near his shoulder, her frame sliding gently against his. Ram who was silently letting her so whatever she wanted to do, stunned by her boldness yet unable to resist, held her firmly by the waist — grounding them both in a moment that neither wanted to end.

«Tu hawa de isey, Toh mera tann jale»

Devi's white sari is now colored in Red , same as the color of love, and color of oozing blood which too carries the name of Ram of through her body, just like her soul which is only whispering his name to her. Now they both are colored by each other's colors, just as their souls were dissolved into each other.

Ram cupped her face in his hands, looking at her as if she were something divine and fragile. His brows furrowed slightly as his gaze met hers — intense, searching.He swallowed hard, caught in the depths of her eyes.

His eyes roamed around her face, his fingers gently brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and kissed her temple- Soft and slow. As if he is afraid, he might hurt her if loved her too hard, loved her too deep. Both did not speak at all. Just stayed in each other's embrace, wrapped in silence, lost in each other's touch.

«Jala de re sang jala de re»

«Mohey ang laga de re»

Devi looked at Ram, completely lost in him.Her hand moved on its own, gently cupping his face, her thumb tracing his skin with tenderness. Ram could see through her. He knew just by looking at her eyes, what she wanted, what she needed. This time too, Ram was sure, the only thing Devi most ardently needed was only Him. Her Ram. Ram too only needed her. So religiously, so farvently, these emotions maddened him to keep any distance any more.

Devi pushed him to his bed which made Ram plop on it. She made him sit and then sat on his lap. Ram took her thighs and let her sit properly. Those eyes which only shows her reflection, the freckles and those lips, the loose strands falling on his cheeks. Everything, everything about him only makes her heart fume with a strange yet soft emotion. She could keep looking at her man and admire just as she wants. Devi's hand went behind his head and untied his bun making his hair softly flowing above his neck. God, she thought, he looks divine like this.

As if the gods themselves had taken their time sculpting him, shaping him with the most delicate care.

And he — all of him — belonged to her.

Only her.

Devi blushed at her own thoughts, taking her time to soak in every detail of him. It wasn't lustful eyes, Devi has long gone from that phase. Her love for this man had reached the point where she could only worship him.

Not just love — but devotion.

«Main toh teri joganiya»

«Tu jog laga de re»

She could bow to him, not because he demanded it, but because her soul recognized his.

For who he was — the one who would kill for her, the one who would erase his own existence just to keep her alive. Her eyes fell on his nose snd touched the "nath" adorning his nose and took it off carefully, her fingers played around his cheeks for a moment. Then she leaned in to kiss him.

-his forehead

-his eyes

-his cheeks,

And all over his faces. Soft lingering kisses. Like blessings, like prayers. Ram's grip on her waist tightened to her touch and pulled her even closer, completely taken — letting her do everything and anything she wanted to do to him. He smiled looking at her - full of awe. Dear lord! He thought, How could I even deserve her!

She then moved her head and took a look of his face, then looked at his lips. Her thumb traced his lower lips, made Ram quiver. He looked at her mouth and then her. She closed the gap between them and kissed him.

Nibbling his lips then open her mouth to play with his tongue. Ram who let Devi took the lead till now, had to give in and his one hand slid up from her waist took her by her nape to guide her. Their mouth danced on their rhythm. Both were too lost in desire till they went breathless. Devi tore apart her swollen lips from his — inhaled — then leaning again kiss him softly, as too restless to leave him, yet.

Ram held her by shoulder and moved her back slightly. His hand reached her cheeks and softly caressed her. He made her sit beside him and took of the jewelries one by one. She didn't wear much anyway. The soft silk and some simple silver jewelry around her neck and earrings were her only adornments. Ram then went down, took her feet on his thigh and took of the anklets too. His touched her feet and carassed them as some devine flower. He removed her anklet and kissed there, making her feet curl from his soft touch. His hand roamed over her legs to her upper thighs. Devi shuddered to his touch. Ram smiled on her reaction and got up to sit beside her. He took her hands in his, fingers brushing softly against her skin, as if asking for permission. Devi met his gaze and gave a small nod. Ram's hand went to the back of her shoulder and untied the knot of her blouse which was a piece of cloth secured around her chest, tied with a knot. Once he untied it, she was only covered with her thin layer of her silk saree, accentuating her figure. Devi wasn't ready to easily give in. She came to take what hers. A smirk played on her lips. Without warning she brought her untied cloth to his eyes and folded them. To which Ram protested, but she kept her finger on his lips and shushed him. Devi leaned in, her hand sliding behind his neck, and her lips brushed along his jawline. Then down to his throat. Ram let out a breath, feeling her touch and leaned his head back as she drew her lips on him.

Devi's mind buzzed. She needed him madly, she sighed on her thoughts and bit his neck, which she nibbled and licked then smoothed his skin with kisses. Ram groaned, his hands reaching for her, but letting her lead. Her kisses moved to the other side of his neck, soft and possessive. Devi's soft lips had maddened him to loose his patience.

«Jog laga de re, Prem ka rog laga de re»

«Main toh teri joganiya, Tu jog laga de re»

He gripped her tightly, holding her nape by one hand he made his way to her neck. Trail of kissed fallen over her neck, then to her throat till her collarbone. Ram knew very well where his touches give her the pleasures and kissed those places and biting them to leave his "familiar marks" and again kissed them to soothe the pain. He bit down softly, then kissed over the sting to soothe it. Devi gasped, her lips let out his name — broken, breathy, desperate. It was the only name she knew. And to him, it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He never liked his name before as much, until called by her. He would die to hear them again and again... And again!

Ram then took off the cloth from his eyes and looked at her, who averted her eyes from him, then turned her body clutching a lotus that fell on the bed from her loosened braids. The bold and daring Devi felt a rush of blood in her. Ram watched her quietly. He could feel the weight of her emotions very well and smiled softly. He gently kept him hand over her grip, resting his cheek against the back of her head. As he's reassuring her. He'll go through the path however she likes. At her pace, on her terms.

And Devi knew. Devi knew very well that he'll wait for her as long as it takes. Till the very end. She relaxed her body, leaning back against his chest as he held her close. Her back was touching his heart and felt the beating rythm of his chest. Which was beating just as hers.

Devi turned to face him locking her eyes with him. At this moment nothing could be averted anymore.

Devi— who has already given her soul to him. And Ram— whose only reason to breath was the woman right in front of his eyes.

For them, this Samasara, this Maya had no meaning left anymore.

There was only Ram,

There was only Devi.

“Ram ratan dhan

Lagan magan man

Tan mora chandan re”

[justagalwhowrites]

FIRST LINE WIP GAME

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people

Thank you for the tags, @clawdee, @burntheedges, @sunshinehaze1, @bumblepony!

I feel like I've been SLACKING on tag game stuff lately, I'm so sorry I haven't done a great job of keeping up as I just strugglebus my way through April.

This is based on the last 10 fics I posted to AO3 because that's the easiest way to track it (plus a lil treat at the end under the cut 🫣)

Yearling No Outbreak AU - Joel and Bambi find each other in every timeline

Sunday, November 2, 2025 “No freakin’ way.”  Ellie’s eyes were wide and she was smiling bigger than Joel had seen her smile in what seemed like forever as she watched the rodeo. 

2. Knockin' on Heaven's Door - Jackson!Joel breeds you on patrol

This was stupid.  “Fuck,” Joel growled, desperate and panting in your ear. “C’mon, baby, just… fuck…” 

3. The Savage and the Sanctuary - Bodyguard!Joel with all the angst

“If you think I’m not going to fight for what’s mine, you’re insane!”  Joel remembered the woman on the screen. She was young, beautiful, her perfectly made up face snarled in rage. He remembered her. He always remembered her. 

4. Halcyon - Childhood best friend!Joel friends to lovers

Austin, Texas  May, 2008 “I can’t believe you still have the keys to the press box!”  “Shhhh!” You hissed at your best friend as you climbed the stairs to the top of the stadium, the bottom of your blue satin prom dress clutched up around your thighs so you wouldn’t trip. “Just announce it so the whole school can hear why don’t you.”

5. Joyeux Noël - Doc finally gets her trip to Paris (Lavenderverse Christmas one shot)

December 24, 2024  “You’re sure you’ve got everything?” Sarah asked, her son, Carson, squealing in the background. 

6. Take Care - Dom!Joel is proud of you for safe-wording

Joel had had a shitty week at work.  It had been stressful for a while, a project getting more and more behind schedule because shit just kept going wrong, all shit that he had no control over. Deliveries were late, one of the apprentice guys on another team fucked up, winds were too high one day to keep working

7. Stranger in a Bar - DBF!Joel with a twist

Bar None, Present day One of your friends had just put Single Ladies on the jukebox when you saw him across the bar. Bar None, the place you’d picked for the night, had one of those stupid app-powered ones and the three girls you had kept in touch with from high school had been abusing it all night long. But the man across the bar was so distracting that you hardly noticed. His eyes were locked on you, so tight and hot that it would send a chill up your spine if it was from the wrong set of eyes. But they were his eyes. Dark and molten and set into a sculpted face with patchy scruff and shaggy curl streaked with gray. 

8. Curse and Comfort - Period comfort fic with Joel

The cramps and a sticky wetness between your legs woke you up. 

9. Oral Fixation - Doc gives Joel a BJ (Lavenderverse Joel birthday one shot)

September, 2000 “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” you said, all but clinging to Cassie’s arm as the two of you made your way through the adult store. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting but it wasn’t this, neon colored silicone penises and intimidatingly tiny scraps of lace everywhere you looked. 

10. Can't Stay Away - QZ Joel has feelings

“Where the fuck else is there to go?” Tommy asked, shucking his mud-covered boots and leaving them in a pile by the door.  “Just got business to take care of,” Joel said, voice rough. 

NP Tags: @joelsdagger @cas-readsandwrites @itsokbbygrlbutworsethistime @murder-wife @toxicanonymity @tightjeansjavi @dancingtotuyo @daryltwdixon @cosmic-kid-in-motion @punkshort (so sorry if y'all have already done this!) and anyone else who wants to play!

And now a lil treat. Small snack. That's all. 😌

Soon to come:

Badlands (tentatively titled) - Jackson-era long fic

Colorado Springs, Colorado September 27, 2003  “Can you make it?”  Your husband was watching you closely, panting for breath. He was still in uniform, gun in his hand and blood splattered on his face. You weren’t sure if it was yours or your doctor’s or someone else’s but, you supposed, it didn’t really matter. 

2. Title TBD - Frankie Morales long fic

Five Years Ago  Why was it so hard to decide what to take?  If the house was burning and you only had a few seconds, you knew what you’d grab. Bag, of course, so you had your wallet and keys. Phone. Your chef’s knives. The picture of you and Frankie on your nightstand, the one where you were both seven years old and he proudly held up a catfish on a hook - the first one he’d ever caught. You were at your grandparents’ cabin when that picture was taken, Frankie tagging along with your family on vacations since you were little. You hadn’t fully understood why then, why your mom and dad were so OK with the little boy from down the street nearly moving into your house but, in hindsight, it made so much sense. They wanted to protect him from the worst of his father’s addiction, the coke and the alcohol making him angry and violent and unpredictable. His mother had never gotten the will to leave and Frankie had been left to weather that pain alongside her for his entire life. 

[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

You Have No Right II Aemond Targaryen

part two

story masterlist / masterlist

summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tries to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

tag list (comment if you want to be added to the list):

@anehkael @aemonds-fire @toodlesxcuddles @shygardengalaxy @devils-blackrose @ruhjkie

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The weeks passed by, and the girl found to enjoy the time at The Red Keep. Attending Princess Helaena was something she looked out to, everyday. It was hard work, that was for sure, but she grew to like it.

The night before, she was asked to wake up two hours early—she did not question it and did as she was told to. The day started as usual: She woke up, got dressed, did her hair, and went outside. But that morning, she met the hazel eyes of Laurane, who seemed to be awaiting her.

"Good morning," the girl greeted, wondering what she wanted from her.

"Good morning," she replied, "I'm sorry to throw you out of bed so early."

Laurane gave the girl a warm smile, before signaling her to follow her.

"Sanda has gotten sick. Poor thing, can't even get up without puking," she began, "So I will be needing you to attend Prince Aemond today now as well."

'Prince Aemond?' Did she really need to do this now? Her first encounter with The Prince left her fully angry, but she knew that anger had all left, and fear crept up her spine again.

The things people in the city were saying about The Prince. How he's on to killing his own nephews and Princess Rhaenyra anyway. That he's and evil person, wanting to kill anyone with his dragon.

Of course, those were just rumors, but everyone said them. A little bit of truth can be found in anything.

As they got closer to the Prince's chambers, the girl could feel the anxiety rushing through her, over and over again. Walking was hard, breathing was even harder. She felt like she unlearned those things all of sudden.

She tried to calm herself down. Telling herself that 'those things were just rumors, whispered between dark, pity, and poor people.' And it worked in some way. Her breathing steadied and she could feel her heart stop hammering in her chest.

The two arrived at Prince Aemond's bedchamber, and the girl knocked. Laurane had already left, when the young maidservant opened the door.

She entered the chamber, and Prince Aemond woke up immediately—it was like he felt someone's presence in his sleep.

"Good morning, my Prince," the girl greeted, hiding her frightened trembles in the darkness of the room.

She walked over to the windows. While drawing the curtains open, she felt the gaze of the Targaryen prince on her—it left a burning sensation on her skin. A feeling of unease spread in her entire body, but she had to get over it. Had to get her work done properly.

The room did not lit up by much. It was very early in the morning, so it was still gloomy and dark outside—Prince Aemond started his days off earlier than the rest of the royals.

The girl brought light to the room, by lighting the candles. She turned around, and just now, she was able to see The Prince in the corner of her eye.

This bedchamber looked a lot paler than Princess Helaena's did. It wasn't cozy or warm at all. No tapestry was hanging on the wall, only one carpet laid beside his bed. It did not look like the chamber of one of The King's sons, as it was so lifeless.

A white-blonde head approached her. But as she turned around, a quiet gasp escaped her mouth—she prayed to the gods that The Prince did not hear it. He walked through his chamber, wearing...nothing.

She should have known. It would not have been such a surprise, if she just thought about it beforehand. Princess Helaena, as well as all women, always wore her night gown. Men did not do that.

The young girl looked away from her Prince immediately, rushing over to his closet. She tried to escape his presence, as she felt her cheeks warm up.

"Where is my usual maidservant?" He suddenly asked.

She had to turn back around to face him—that was the only respectful way, one was allowed to interact with the highborned. He did not care for his maid to see him completely naked—and that bothered the girl.

She accidentally took a glance at his bare torso, eyeing at his toned muscles, and pale skin. She rapidly looked him back in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Sanda has fallen ill, my Prince," she explained, "I will be attending you for the moment."

He stood there, completely still. His stare burning holes in her body, as he looked up and down her face. He was so concentrated on it that the girl wondered what he was up to. But The Prince just hummed in response, before making his way to the bath.

"My riding clothes," he ordered, right before disappearing in the other chamber.

The girl rummaged around the closet, until she found the Prince's riding clothes for his dragon. She waited a few more moments, for The Prince to come back and get his clothing.

"What takes you so long?" An annoyed shout, echoed from the bath, and the girl hurried over to it.

The Prince wanted her to bring him his clothing. She wondered if he liked how embarrassed she felt, seeing him all naked. He was amused by the girl's cheeks flushing and how desperately she tried to keep her eyes from moving down his body.

"I apologize, my Prince."

And he hummed again.

She placed the clothing on the shelf and left the bath, without daring another glance at him. The Prince came back soon after, gladly fully clothed.

The girl stood beside his desk, filling the bowl up with fresh water. She felt his burning look on her again, and turned back around to face him. He was still staring at her, and thinking about something.

"Is there anything else I could to for you, my Prince?" She asked, her hands lying flat on her thighs.

Prince Aemond examined her whole body, raising one of his eyebrows. His arms were folded behind his back. The girl felt so small under his gaze, and he could smell how coy she was.

"Do I know you?" He inquired all of sudden.

The girl found his question so strange.

"No, I don't believe so, my Prince," she denied, "I am attending your sister, you have only seen me in her chambers."

He looked at her for a few more moments, before humming again.

"No, I won't be needing you right now." He told her, and she started walking towards the door, "I will order a bath, once I arrive back."

The girl bowed her head at her Prince, and left his chambers. Though, she found the latest encounter questionable, she did not bother to think about it any longer.

She opened the door to Princess Helaena's chambers, who was, all to her surprise, already waiting for her. The curtains were drawn open and the young Princess was impatiently walking up and down the floor, still in her night gown.

As soon as she noticed her maidservant enter, she came rushing towards her. The girl's head filled with confusion.

"My apologies, Princess. I did not expect you to be up so early," she explained.

"Didn't I told you to be careful?!" Princess Helaena shouted at her, as soon as she finished her sentence.

More questions loaded the girl's mind.

"I-I...I'm sorry, my Princess, but what are you talking about?" The girl mumbled, startled from her Princess.

She harshly grabbed onto the girl's shoulders, who jumped up from the sudden touch.

"Listen to me, when I tell you to stay away from him! He's driven by forces you don't understand!"

'Stay away from him'? 'Forces you don't understand'? What was she trying to tell the girl?

"Princess, who are you talking about?" The maidservant asked.

"You and him!"

"Who?" She repeated.

"I...I don't know..." Princess Helaena looked like she came back to her body, as a sudden fog spread over the clearness in her eyes.

The Princess now looked as confused as the young girl did. She tries to grasp the thought, the picture, whatever it was that she just had in mind. But she couldn't. It was gone.

"What do you think about a beige dress for today?" Princess Helaena just suddenly asked, like nothing had happened before.

The girl was too stunned to say anything for a moment. Was it really just The Princess' confused mind that was saying those strange words? Or was she actually a woman of prophecy, like she was told, weeks ago?

Princess Helaena's words were not going to leave the girl's head. They repeated, and repeated, and repeated themselves.

After she heard them for the first time, she didn't thought about them for weeks, but now they did not want to leave her. She wasn't able to think about something else for the rest of the day.

The girl was outside, hanging clothing up to dry, when the sky suddenly darkened. She looked up, to see where the darkness came from, but a huge black shadow startled her.

It was the large body of Vhagar, Prince Aemond's dragon, that was blinding the light of the sun—he had returned from his flight.

The girl hurried to his chambers, to prepare his bath. She got stronger everyday, so carrying the heavy buckets of water, from the fireplace to the tub, wasn't such a challenge than it was back then.

She was almost finished, when the door to the chamber opened, and her Prince came stomping in. He was angry, raging and cursing around, until he noticed the maidservant.

He immediately went silent, and moved to the bath. The moment he entered, the whole room filled with the strench of dragon. This smell was not in any way close to something she knew. It smelled somewhat like a hundred cowsheds, but nothing even close to a cowshed, at the same time.

"Good evening, my Prince," the girl greeted

The Prince's heavy, angry breathing calmed down. He opened up the laces of his clothing, but seemed to struggle.

The girl rushed over to him, helping him to undress himself. She undid the laces of his leather arm protectors, and brushed them off his wrists. Her soft fingers, slightly brushed over his chest, as she was opening up his riding clothes.

He shivered at her touch, and he was confused as of why. She helped him pull up his shirt, before getting back to the fireplace, to finish filling up the tub.

He got out of his pants, and was once again fully naked. But the girl was now less bothered by it, as she was busy with her work. The Prince got into the tub, and the young maid poured the last bucket of water in it.

She was about to place the wooden bucket down, when The Prince opened his mouth.

"If you could fill it again, so I can clean my scar, you are free to go for today," he calmly said.

"Do you want me to help you with that, my Prince?" She asked, fully determined to give him any help she could, as he seemed quite helpless—even though that was not how The Prince's reputation made it seem like.

"You don't have to, it's not nice to look at," he admitted.

He seemed insecure about his scar. The girl understood that. Prince Lucerys took his eye when they were children. Since then, whole King's Landing was talking about The One-Eyed, mutilated, now-ugly Prince. It was horrific. And it definitely was known to The Prince, how the people talked about him.

"I gladly offer my help, my Prince. But if you are uncomfortable-"

"I'm not." He interrupted her, before she could finish her sentence.

He looked at her for a few more moments, before slowly moving his hand to the piece of leather laying over his eye. She made her way to the fireplace, to fill up the bucket with warm water.

As she turned around, she couldn't believe her eyes. She thought she'd see a scary, disgusting, empty eye socket. But it was utterly beautiful, instead. Where Prince Aemond's eye once was, sat now a large sapphire gemstone. It was shining so blue, that he looked absolutely magical.

She was so astonished by it that she didn't realize how she was staring at him. She stood completely still, just looking at his face.

"If you want to leave, you are free to go," he said, pulling her out of her trance.

She awkwardly looked around the room.

"I'm sorry, my Prince," she began apologizing, "I-I just didn't expect this, I am so sorry. I was just amazed by the beauty, if I'm allowed to say that."

She looked down on the floor, too embarrassed by what she had done. She expected The Prince's wrath coming upon her, but all to her surprise, he started laughing.

"Amazed by the beauty?" He repeated what she just had said, "That's the first time I heard someone say this!"

Relief flushed over her body. She had to chuckle at his response as well. It wasn't only the girl who was surprised. Prince Aemond never expected a single soul to call his face 'beautiful'. It made him think...

She kneeled beside the tub, eye level to her Prince. She dipped a clean cloth in the warm water, and slowly and carefully stoked over the skin around Prince Aemond's eye.

His eyebrows flinched in pain, and the girl stopped.

"Am I hurting you, my Prince?" She asked, clearly concerned.

"It's alright. It is worse when I do it myself," he smiled at her.

This was probably the first time she saw The Prince smile. She never even heard about him smiling about something. A warm feeling spread inside of her, at the sudden kindness of him.

She continued, and Prince Aemond was staring at her the whole time. She tried not to be bothered by it, tried to ignore it as best as she could. As she was done cleaning his scar, she got up.

"And you are sure, we don't know each other?" He suddenly asked, as she was about to leave.

"I'm just a maidservant, my Prince. How could we know each other?" She smiled at him, confused about this question again.

He just hummed in response, and the girl left.

It got dark, The Red Keep was asleep, but the young maid could still not banish The Princess' voice from her mind—it was driving her insane.

The hours passed by like a dream. She felt stuck in her body, watching as something took over her, and worked her chores, while she was punished inside, listening to her Princess' prophecy, over and over again.

It was late at night, but she had to finish folding the laundry of The Princes. She stood in the hallway that led to one of the lesser known exits of the castle, right to Blackwater Bay.

It wasn't as guarded as it probably should be, but the chance to unknowingly sneak into the castle from the water side, was pretty low.

The young maid enjoyed working at night. It was quiet, peaceful, and calming—especially after her thoughts had haunted her the whole day. But that quiet and peaceful ambience got interrupted by loud footsteps, echoing through the halls.

A horror crept up the girl's spine, as no one was supposed to be awake by that time. Who's steps could be coming closer to her?

Her heartbeat began racing, as the footsteps got faster, sounding like someone's running—running exactly towards her. The girl pulled together all the bravery she had, and walked towards the sound.

Her hands were sweaty, and she could feel her breath laying heavy on her chest. But she kept going.

She was about to turn to another hallway, when for a moment, everything got black. She opened up her eyes again, feeling the cold floor on her back, and a warm weight on top of her.

Someone ran into her, making her fall to the ground. She looked up to find a cloaked man, over her. His hands were placed left and right on the ground. She could feel his breath on her face.

But as she looked him in the face, her heart just stopped beating. It was him. She stopped thinking about him, after a while. She never guessed, she'd see him again, anyways. It was unbelievable. Unbelievable that he was now just inches away from her. Was she dreaming?

The cloak, the piece of leather over his eye, and the white strands of hair, falling over his face. There was no doubt. It was him—the man that had saved her back in the city, when she was out for her mother's needs.

What was he doing in the castle? Why was he here? And would he even remember her? She didn't even knew his name.

"I-I'm sorry, sir," the girl apologized.

The man's eye widened at what the young maid just called him. No one called him 'sir' in a long time. He quickly got up, and with incredible speed, he ran away to the exit of the castle.

The girl wondered, if he recognized her. Why didn't he say anything to her, or at least help her up? Those questions held her up that night, but what made her mind crack the most, was the fact that her savior was somewhere in the castle. He was somewhere working here, the whole time, and she did not notice—she felt so stupid.

<< next chapter >>

[lostsprite1985]

to safe a life

when you become a life guard, a rescue swimmer, you get taught to keep a drowning person away from you when they are in panic. because the panicking person can drown you. then you're both dead.

when you become a soldier you get a first aid kit. when you find a wounded soldier, you use their first aid kit to tend to their wounds. because once you get injured, someone will need your first aid kit to tend your wounds.

when you have suffered trauma of any kind, you can become an abuser. you can inherit behaviors which harm others. so helping yourself means to also help others, because when your trauma gets treated, you spare others from possible abusive behavior.

when you want to safe a life, you needn't forget that you, the helper, also needs to stay alive. else, who will be left to help?

this isn't egoistic in a toxic way, this is self-protection. it's natural and okay.

the following is a post what i comes to my mind if some random blog appears or tags me and begs for money. it's just my personal thoughts and experiences, this isn't an essay.

TL:DR: no.

i'm broke. basically.

i can barely make a living right now. and i'm going through a divorce with a someone greedy, not knowing what costs i have to expect. a damocles sword of uncertainty hangs over my head and i'm absolutely powerless, forced to just wait it out and react.

my ex looking down on anyone who dares to think of buying something for themselves. while at the same time, he was totally okay with me enslaving myself in a terrible job just so he doesn't have to watch his spending. i have stopped spending money on anything halfway luxurious. new clothes? not until they fall apart. dying my hair? decorative, not essential. accessories? lol, what i cut my hair myself just to safe on costs. buying something for our apartment? only essentials, no decorations. food? only if it helps keeping healthy, anything else a rare extra to not lose every enjoyment in life. i quit smoking and vaping essentially for him. i'm glad i did, but it started to safe on money and support him. i bought him a new PC before me, even though i need it for work and he just games. i game, too, but i only buy rarely and only on sale. can't even support the indie devs i'd like to support. everything i did, i have done for him. everything i have bought in the last years was his as much as it was mine. and by years i mean this started even before we got married. he now will receive a big heritage. i am really and honestly sorry for his loss. i know how it feels to lose a loved one. my father, my grandmother, two friends, recently someone who was very, very dear to me and i have lost former colleagues, too. it was something to be expected to happen, sooner or later, as it was his grandfather who already was very old and sick. that of course doesn't erase the pain. but the fact that this loss does come with a substantial financial gain doesn't get erased either. yet, all he does is being non cooperative and holding his hand open for money. he states how much he would be helping his family now. i've seen him "helping his family". he barely even calls them. they live half an hour away, by train or by car. i offered to drive him or even get them and we could meet up and have nice family time. he didn't want to. and his mother didn't want either. this is the kind of "family person" he calls himself.

this is my situation.

after all this is over, the freedom i look forward to in my future will mean to not even have running water. at least not endlessly. i won't just be able to turn a knob and be warm. and electricity will be capped or i'll need sufficient solar power in addition. this is still more freedom than i ever had.

often, when i see homeless people on the street, i give them some spare change, when i have some. even now, as i'm basically broke and expect an unknown and likely way too huge sum for which i'll likely need a loan to pay. but i know how unfair the system is, i know how rigged it is and i'm still better off than some others are. i say "strong shoulders can carry more".

sometimes, there have been women approaching me, begging me to help them pay for medicine for their sick child. they seemed to be refugees. once, i gave one the full price of what the pills she wanted to buy at the next pharmacy did cost. it was at a busy train station, so nearly no one bat an eye, but my train was hellishly late, so i observed her. from afar, i saw her again, begging other people for more money. i came closer and heard her tell the same story. i followed her around. she wasn't alone in this, there were other women and they met and exchanged a few words. it was a whole coup.

now i receive more and more of these requests to help some victims of war. i'd like to, really. i know how fucked up war is. you don't want to know how well i'm aware of that. but i'm also well aware of fraud. and i have no way of telling if someone is a scammer or not.

honestly, the only ones with the actual power to help victims of war, to help the poor and the sick who get left behind in this madness of today's world, are the rich. not even just the 1%, although they have undoubtedly the most power. it can even be the upper 20% or 40%, i would guess, who could actually make a substantial difference. what is my dollar really going to do? and how often am i supposed to help? let's say i really do it and make cuts on my end so i can help the poor family out with 10$. then comes another. why help one and not another? but the victims of war are sheer endless. how easily can i lose 100$ because i say "strong shoulders can carry more". and certainly, if there are 100 people helping with 1$, it's 100$. if 1000 people help, it's 1000$. but where does the money go? to a real refugee, a real survivor, struggling to feed their children, or does it go so some random scammer, trying to make a dime on actual victims back?

i'm truly sorry, but i will not donate any money to any person i know nothing about. when i get out of my current struggle, and get back to work on a career, it is part of my plan to regularly donate or even work for charity, something where i can see what happens with the money.

the main career i strive for is becoming a trainer for communication skills, as all too often it is people untrue to themselves and people stuck in avoidance behavior who - unknowingly or not - cause damage. and it's those unable to speak up who keep swallowing everything. these communications trainings are used in companies and trainings of future managers. so i would get to educate and maybe have a positive influence on future bosses. just imagine, if this, my and other people's work, have a ripple effect and make managers hold themselves accountable, and communicate honestly. if people who usually wouldn't dare to set a boundary and stand up for themselves now do it without having conflict escalating. imagine future leaders being actual leaders and not just wannabe kings and queens. effects may likely only become visible after my death, if at all. but it's something i find worth doing for myself.

until then, i continue to donate blood and blood plasma - the latter sadly is a huge industry, too. i'm an organ donor and i'm part of a leucocythemia list, so i'm a possible donor there, too. there isn't anything more i can do, nor am i willing to do anything more right now. i'm not a samaritan. to me, this is just the right thing to do. i don't want extra respect for this. but i also won't listen to anyone trying to make me feel guilty for not doing more.

and the real end to war, all war, would come if we finally distribute resources more evenly and reasonably. we have systems, formulas and technology so no one on earth would have to starve or fight for their survival. and we have so much knowledge and know how to teach, that we could cut out any extremism for any religion. we could probably end homelessness. humankind does know and have these things, but they don't get funded, they are rarely made public and they get countered by...

the reason for this knowledge not being used, for changes not to be made, is that war, just as planned obsolescence and the decreasing funding in education and health care, serve a purpose: to keep the status quo, to keep the majority of people, the 99%ers, distracted so the rich can get richer. trickling down economics don't work, which had been proven over and over again.

this is as much political as i will get here, in this blog. there is such high polarization and an increase in extremism on all sides, that i'd rather not talk about it at all. let's just say that in my 40 years of life i have noticed and learned enough to identify why everything is going downhill for the majority of people - and why our climate dies.

[42bakery]

So since Fermín is rumoured/has already changed the leathers brand and it's rumored to be due to poor fitting, I decided to look into the racing gear of the tall riders.

First of all we need a list of all the riders (permanent, test, wildcards and replacement to get as much data as I can) that have been on a weekend this year.

With the exception of Pedrosa's and Zurutuza's height all comes from MotoGP website (beef with them because some are wrong, but we roll with it). Dani comes from a random article on the net, and Xabi comes from KTM's website (for some reason they don't have their height listed).

The racing gear list has been done with the aid of this Twit and then looking at the rider's photos in MotoGP site (again beef with them if I put a rider with the wrong gear due to the photo). The ones with the question mark is me not being able to really figure out or being unsure of the branding after searching the riders social media pages. Some do tag it, others don't.

So now we have our riders, so we need to define which are tall, and who isn't. In this case, we will define them when a rider is taller than the mean.

To make things easier, riders are being considered tall when they are 173cm or taller (my first guess was 175cm, so I wasn't that far off). So now this is our new ser of data

And this are new means (just to keep in mind)

Now, let's look at all the data. How many riders in each category are considered tall? And what are the brands they use?

Apparently across all classes, Alpinestars is the most popular one (12 out of the 58 "tall riders") with 20.7%. In 'Others, I include the ones I wasn't sure, the ones with just 1 or 2 riders to make the data easier to look at).

So far, we can see that no MotoGP rider uses Macna, which are the leathers Fermín is/has been using, but they are Dainese riders in Moto2. Something that is interesting is that only REV'IT and Alpinestar supply riders in all categories.

Now the question would be, is Fermín too tall for Macna? Would he fit better with Dainese. To see that, we can see the high distribution across all manufacturers.

According to MotoGP, Fermín is 181cm tall (which I actually disagree, I think he's even over 184 but that's another matter). If we look at Daniese, they supply for both Luca and Joan (and Vale), which might be the reason why I associate tall people with Dainese. However, Bo Bedsneyder, who according to MotoGP is 184cm, does use Macna and doesn't seem to have an issue.

Now, we can look at the means of each category and brand.

It seems like Alpinestar seems to be have the lowest mean, which can mean they do supply the riders in the lower portion of out select group of riders, Interestingly, Macna and Furygan seem to supply the riders in the tall part of it.

And those are the numbers

Macna, REV'IT and Furygan do have the higher means, but they also only supply 6 (soon to be 5), 8 and 6 riders. Alpinestars does in fact have the lowest mean, with Ixon, and if you compare with the mean of each category, they never reach it.

When looked at all the data combined, we can actually see that Magna and Furygan seems to place in the top and top-middle of the list. Alpinestar and REV'IT is all over the place, while Ixon seems to be a choice for the shorter riders of this portion.

(Sorry for the quality and the colour choices)

We can't draw too many conclusions due to the small sample size. But I think it's interesting to look at. I do know there are some test I can perform with the data and see if really Macna and Dainese are chosen by taller riders more than 'short' ones, but I can't actually remember them at the moment. So if anyone wants to look more into it DM me and I'll send the data

[six-eyed-samurai]

do you agree we --the gachiakuta fandom-- are STRAVING???? Like theres barely anything on watty and ao3 only has noncon zanka/jabber and tumblr is BARELY ALIVE???? The only ones that are keeping the fandom alive is probably you, an other author with an axolotle (how do you spell acsolotul) pfp (which you can find easly thanks to the few posts about gachiakuta LMFAO) and an other french writer but i think they dont write for it anymore??? Im considering stepping up and open my reqs for gachiakuta because I HAVE NEVER starved this much. I already have a draft about rudo's older sibling (reader) silly hcs (they share the autism.) its not done yet but you know that feeling when you proof read and find yo shi cringe worthy??? Ive been dealing with a lot ANYWAYS sorry for ramble LOL i just need to get THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM 🥀🥀🥀🥀

I KNOW.

WHEN I FIRST ARRIVED I WAS ALL EXCITED LIKE DAMN! GET READY FOR THEM FANFICS! THE FANART! and all I found was a literal Sahara desert and I wanted to cry and damn if I wanted a fandom I will create one from the scraps and save the fandom myself. everyone who showed me some love in return made me really happy and i'm glad at least now the next gachiakuta fan can come to tumblr, search up some tags and not starve yknow yknow

now that i think of it there is something very gachiakuta about that origin story.

I ABSOLUTELY AGREE ABOUT THE WATTPAD AND AO3 THING that's why I steer clear these days T-T it's okay I'm doing my best to fill up the fandom and I've got a community now if anyone's interested (self promotion!) we keep things CLEAN of noncon and other extremely dubious yaoi

OMG YOU SHOULD TAG ME WHEN YOU FINISH THAT RUDO THING I would be interested!! I haven't been online much and currently reading other things so I haven't caught up to the gachiakuta fanfics but I promise I'll read!!

you should open reqs! I viewed your blog and your windbreaker stuff seems pretty (IM SORRY LEMME READ THEM AND GET BACK TO YOU, I WAS JUST SCROLLING CUZ IT WAS 12AM) my best method for avoiding any feelings of "shit. this is shit. can't post this shit." is to simply post before I can think any further about it and then if it has many notes, I'll finally go reread it and console myself "ah well its cringe but ppl like it" and if it has no notes i'll delete it.

toxic gaslighting on myself but who's gonna stop me yo-ho-ho

[1eos]

Sorry but I feel crazy for feeling :/ about how now people are going "make noise about this! Spread the word about what is happening! Make it know that this is bad!" About this like where was this energy for black folk 😭 feels so complicated like yes its fucked up but also am i crazy for feeling mad about how people ignore shit when it happens to black people but suddenly when it happens to white people then the whole site shouts about it? 😭 sucks because you can't even complain about it because YOU KNOW you will get people calling you names for it 😭 sorry I feel more complex feelings and sorry I feel more annoyed than anything 😭 I am one of the bad ones if I said "it sucks that everyone is ignoring the racism because this is happening to a white trans person" I would still be in the wrong to them and they'll point at me and call psyop 😭😭😭😭😭

youre not bad and you're not crazy either. cuz in the end of the day nothing's gonna get done if you won't listen to black ppl 🤷🏾‍♀️ as they say you're only as strong as your weakest link if you have someone in your community that is free to be attacked at will you're giving an in for everyone to be attacked. someone already made a post comparing the two situations but its similar to sex workers raising the alarm about how websites were trying to censor them and how it would only get worse if ppl allowed it and ppl really fell for the 'protecting kids' rhetoric and now here we are with that crazy kosa censorship bill. when ppl just straight up ignored that staff has the ability to moderate and go scorched earth but only want to do it against ppl they don't like and those ppl seemingly being anyone black :) that SHOULDVE been when non blacks woke tf up and started pushing back bc if u allow it to happen to one group of ppl its def gonna keep happening

and you, and anyone else who feels some time of way abt this, aren't in the wrong for feeling that way! its actually annoying as hell 😭😭😭 its like someone handing you the answers to a test but you still fucking fail bc you don't respect the ppl who gave it to you. and we all obvs feel bad for the ppl getting deleted and when it comes to the ppl actually being deleted they really aren't the problem. its the ppl on tumblr who rally around them saying stupid shit like 'this has never been done before' yes it has and im willing to bet YOU were reblogging those posts calling black ppl russian psyops for having an opinion thats beyond blue good red bad! and this lack of respect for people who will always be one of the first to face repercussion is why we can't get shit done bc after tumblr banned black ppl and erased the ferguson and blm tags nonblacks turned around and were encouraging folks to give this bigoted ass website money bc you have to 'support your favorite hellsite' girl what......

[lildevyl]

Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic: UPDATE

Hey, Guys, Gals, Demons, Ghouls and Multi-Fandom Fiends! I'm back but with an update instead of a theory! So, I've been meaning to post this for some time but every time I sat down, to write. Something keeps coming up or I just couldn't find the "Right Words" to write so I'm just going to Write!

I know many of you have been waiting to about Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, and it's been almost a year since I've updated Secret Clinic. For those of you who have been patiently waiting, THANK YOU! I can't tell you how much I appreciate that! Which leads me to this. And before anyone starts to PANIC! NO, I'm not Discontinuing, Abandoning, Orphaning, or Deleting the story! I AM going to finish it!

Also, the tags that I will be using from here on out for Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, #tommy innit's secret clinic, #TISC, #secret clinic, #Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic, #Secret Clinic, #tisc

BUT I want to address a few things first!

The Main Reason why I haven't updated at all is because I honestly haven't had the chance to! I'm back in school trying to get my degree and with things going on at work. Plus, a ton of IRL Stuff, has been popping up at the worst times! So I haven't had any time to actually sit down and write! Let alone sit down and draw any fanart!

I hit some Major Writer's Block! To the point that I actually tried NOT to write because I couldn't write anything or it was just absolute GARABE that I didn't even save in my Idea/Save For Later/Free Writing Folder. Which is another reason why it's been taking me so long!

I know all of you if not a majority of you already know what's been going on with the whole Willaim Gold (I refuse to call him by his Character/Stage Name!). And that's another major reason why it's been taking me a long ass while. YES! I know it's about the Characters NOT the Content Creators! I know that and fully believe that! Trust me! It's taken me many years to figure that out and still enjoy the Movies/Shows/Books that I love!

HOWEVER, I do have a Couple OC's that are based on a couple of Mutals of mine. I did reach out to them and they have politely and respectfully asked me to not have the Characters in the story. So, what I'm going to do is, I'm going to re-edit Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic.

Way too many Spelling/Grammer Mistakes that I'm too embarrassed and can't believe that I missed!

I'm going to re-write and change a couple of Characters.

I'm going to Repost Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic on Tumblr after done re-editing it.

With that said, if anyone would like to be tagged for the story, please let me know! Either tag me, DM me, or just drop in my inbox what user name you want me to tag!

HOWEVER IF, you are NOT Comfortable with the Character Wilbur Soot, no matter the reason. Here is a list of the tags that from here on out on all Social Media Platforms including AO3. I will be using them for the Character Wilbur Soot. If you are Uncomfortable about the Character, you are more then welcome to block the tags so as to NOT see the posts!

Tags for Character Wilbur Soot:

#c!Wilbur Soot

#c!Wilbur

#DSMP! Wilbur Soot

#DSMP! Wilbur

#L'Manbur

#L'Manburg Wilbur Soot

#L'Manburg Wilbur

#Pogtopiabur

#Pogtopia Wilbur

#Pogtopia Wilbur Soot

#Revivebur

#Revive Wilbur

#Revive Wilbur Soot

#Ghostbur

#Villain Wilbur

#Villain Wilbur Soot

#Siren!Wilbur

#Siren!Wilbur Soot

#Siren Wilbur

#Siren Wilbur Soot

#Hero!Wilbur

#Hero Wilbur Soot

#QSMP! Wilbur

#QSMP Wilbur Soot

#q! Wilbur

#q! Wilbur Soot

#QSMP Wilbur Soot

#q Wilbur

#q Wilbur Soot

#Sorry Boys Wilbur Soot

#Sorry Boys Wilbur

#Sorry Wilbur

#Sorry Wilbur Soot

Again, if you are Uncomfortable about the Character Wilbur Soot feel free to block these tags! These will be the ones that I will be using from here on out!

[27emailsicantsend]

for the hsmtmts ask, jet!

**I started this project pre-season 4, so all answers are for season 3 and earlier**

Favorite thing about them: Honestly I love how much of a menace he was. He would be brooding at trees or calling ricky out with no remorse and it was the funniest thing ever (let's be real ricky deserved the gina lashings lmao). But then we get these two second glances of him being soft- especially with ricky- that really reflect the kristoff/sven dynamic and it just made Jet have a special place in your heart. I love characters like that: the hard shell but there is still good somewhere deep down that is shown in fragments (draco malfoy, anyone?)

Least favorite thing about them: I know it's not Jet's fault totally for outting Maddox, but I still don't love that he said something about her dating someone in the first place. Yes, they started to grow apart seemingly before this, but there is this trust they had established and Jet doing that because he was mad at his parents (and couldn't get his way) was low.

Favorite line(s):

(this is technically Kourtney but the line delivery and Jet's expression k*lled me) "he's staring at a tree, right?"

*Jet dissociating on the bunk bed while Carlos and Ricky talk openly about him*

"Basically, I, like, raised myself on YouTube" (I love this because Ricky had this connection to Jet and I can't help but wonder if this kind of reminded him of Gina)

"Are you actually this upset that I took off or is really about Gina?"

Jet: "Right. You guy are 'friends'" Ricky: "I can hear the air quotes" Jet: "Good"

Ricky: "Dude, what are you doing with your voice?" Jet: "I don't know, but it hurts"

Ricky: "I just can't believe I let Color War slip through my fingers" Jet: "you mean Gina?"

"I'm in love with the girl playing Elsa and it's eating me alive"

OTP: Jetney! 💛 (and yes because of color war their color is yellow in my head)

nOTP: Carlos’ imaginary pairing of jet and maddox (again… yikes)

brOTP: Jet and Ricky! I mentioned this earlier, but I love the fact that they resemble kristoff/sven's dynamic. The reindeer who knows too much and calls out kristoff's crap when kristoff is in denial? The reindeer who is a little aloof but tags along everywhere kristoff goes? They're perfect :')

Something I expect from them season 4 (if applicable): Before s4 came out, I fully anticipated Jet to be like Zeke... fawning over Kourtney (Sharpay). Like we did get some moments of him making a total fool of himself, but I really thought we were going to get that multiplied by 3. I was also hoping for at least a Jetney cheek kiss (tbh I thought they would kiss and Madlyn wouldn't), but they were just slower moving than the rest of the couples in the show. However, when all was said and done, I was still really happy with the content we got!

Random Headcanon: In my mind Jetney, Rina, and Madlyn go on triple dates all the time. They found a way to spend a lot of time together before Kourtney and Ricky graduated, but after graduation, Jet flies out to visit Kourtney frequently (and vice-versa).

Unpopular Opinion: Oof... this one is definitely unpopular. I guess it's an old unpopular opinion since it was technically before s4, but I remember not really caring if Jet and Maddox came back for s4. 😬 I know a lot of people liked them and wanted them back super badly, but I was neutral. I was happy if they came back but wasn't heartbroken if they didn't. Tim tried to keep it a surprise but the last scene in s3 made it obvious they were coming back. Once I started writing with them in my fics I was a lot more excited to have them back but I definitely wasn't emotionally tied to them when the season ended.

Song I associate with them: "I'm Still Standing"... but the version from Sing. I already said this once and I am so sorry for this, but Jet singing "Right Place" reminds me so much of Johnny at the piano. I really think it's the leather jacket idk. 😭 (the funny part is EJ's name is Elton John and Elton John is one of the singers in the og "I'm Still Standing")

Favorite picture of them:

Side note: has anyone decided wtf his and Maddox's last names are?!?

[myteavsricochet]

Stay in your corner. Stop invading everywhere. You are everywhere. You are annoying. Leave room for others in this fandom too and don't monopolize everything.

And it's always you who starts talking about other social media dramas, and you fuel the hatred for Nick, it's always you. Stop. Stay in your corner.

I wouldn't want to give any space to this type of message and I'm learning to do so. I would have blocked immediately but I feel the need to say a couple of things because this is definitely not the first time I've received something like this:

I have my blog, like all of you, in my blog I talk and post the stuff I love, like all of you. I like to post content if I find it and I do it for myself and I'm happy when other people see this content and appreciate it. But I don't do it for anyone specifically, I do it for myself. I use tags, like everyone else, because that's how it's done here and I've never believed that opening the Taylor tag, or Nick, or RWRB could be a nuisance to see content coming from a blog.

I'm already in my corner because I don't go to anyone to disturb or impose myself in any way. I stay on my blog, post cute photos, reply to the kindest anons and that's all I do. What's the problem? There is a block button and you don't see me anymore, it's not that difficult.

But I can't feel guilty also because I like to post cute photos or videos. I really never thought it could be a problem, but I swear I have received at least 3 asks like this in the last period and I don't know what to think anymore.

Bottom line, I don't harbor any hatred towards Nick, there is no hatred up here towards Nick. I have never deliberately brought other dramas up here and I have never posted directly negative things that came from other places, I, like other blogs, spoke in a mature, polite and kind way about a situation that has been going on for a while and gave comfort to those who felt a little overwhelmed. I didn't think there was anything wrong.

I never even put tags, in that case precisely so as not to have them appear there and feed something that didn't need them.

I won't even talk about that anymore, I'll keep everything to myself and behave differently. I'm sorry if in any way I created negativity above or killed the mood perhaps by responding to certain things, it was never my intention and I will avoid it in the future.

[beyondxmeasure]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love

I've had a few of these asks and have been a little too busy this week to properly respond... but thank you to the lovely anons and @huggieshalo for tagging/asking me. Sorry for the delayed response.

My 5 fave fics that I've written...

The Habit I Can't Break This one, probably because it became such an (unexpectedly long) labor of love that ended up not at all how I thought it would when I first set out, but am thoroughly grateful for all the twists and turns because I think it made the fic better in the end. And judging by the hits and kudos, I would tend to think you all agree. 💖

A Simple Twisted Fate This one, because I just love the dynamic between this Louis and Harry and their banter, plus the smut... not to toot my own horn, but yeah... it's pretty good. So I guess I did--toot, toot!

Longing like a Searchlight This one, because she's my first, my baby and warts and all I really do love her dearly. I tackled some difficult topics gracefully (I think, I hope!) while still having lots of fun banter, solid smut and lots of mutual pining to keep it interesting. I also really still enjoy the world building, homey vibes and characterization of Harry's family that really brought his home town to life.

Let Your Heart Be Light This one, because unlike the Louis in this fic... I'm anything but a Grinch around the holidays, and turn into a gleeful kid at the thought of Christmas, winter and any valid excuse to be nestled snug in my bed with a nice long fic. This fic is like a cozy cup of cocoa for your heart... There will be a little bit of heartache, but it will wrap you up with loads of good feels, laughter, joy and seasonal splendor.

I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me when I'm Gone) This one, because I'm an 80s kid who grew up in the 90s and loves nostalgia. This fic is full of it and if you want a blast from the past, it's a really fun read. A carefree teenage summer vacation tale set in a beachside New England town against the backdrop of an outdated amusement park. It's steeped in a lot of local references and stuff from my childhood, so it's close to my heart. A lot of research and deep dives of random odd bits of historical info or other stuff went into writing it.

I know this has already gone around a bunch and so many of you have done this, so I won't bother tagging anyone... but if you see this and feel so inclined, consider yourself tagged!

[inky-thoughts]

Sales for a zine I’m a mod on haven’t been going too well :/ any advice for how to increase preorders or where to sell directly?

Ah, sorry to hear that! First of all I want to say, I don't know if it's any comfort to you, but it's tough to break even with a zine, especially if it's one of your first ones. So this doesn't have to be a failing on your part, it's just the nature of things. This is a big reason why I stress saving up for such a project first, because you cannot guarantee its success but it'd be sad to cancel something everyone worked really hard on.

I don't know which of these you might already have exhausted so my suggestions might be a bit redundant but here we go.

One thing I always recommend is getting your contributors into the boat as well, after all it's also in their interest for the zine to do well. Ask everyone to share your zine's posts frequently (like every couple days) & do one or two promo posts on their own (after all they know their audience and what they vibe with the best!) - this goes for the mods as well, share to your own audiences and tell them you'd really appreciate their support. Also, another big thing nowadays is to actively encourage reblogs. It's a fact that a lot of people don't share posts anymore and only like them, so telling your audience it's ok if they can't support you financially, a reblog goes a long way as well, might do the trick (it's no guarantee but at least you tried).

If you have (online) friends who aren't part of the zine, ask them to help you out as well. Fandom is community, so take advantage of that, just be ready to do it for others as well.

Other avenues I can think of is asking for reblogs/promo from zine blogs (I listed a few general zine blogs that reblog zines' interest checks, application apps, preorder posts and the similar in a htoaz101 post but I'm not sure whether these all still exist/are still active but usually you can also just search tumblr tags and find blogs through that, some fandoms also have fandom-specific zine blogs) and fellow zines (just make sure to promo their stuff in return).

The only other thing I can think of is selling your zine at conventions or fairs you, other mods, or contributors attend. In my first zine we asked our contributors if anyone was willing to buy a couple extra copies for conventions for a little over the production cost and they could keep the profits. One person bought 10 extras, which helped a lot.

Another thing we did was selling e-zines once the print preorders were done and handled, this was how we managed to break even in the end and even got a small profit. International shipping is getting quite expensive so this was a great way to reach customers we otherwise wouldn't have gotten.

I don't think that paid advertisment or tumblr blaze will make a big difference due to the nature of tumblr and fandom being more idk. skeptical of ads, but if you wanted to try, you could also consider this (idk how much it costs on various platforms tbh)

Outside of asking irl social circles whether they'd like to buy a copy, that's all I've got for now with the limited details you gave.

Good luck with everything!

-Inky