#im exhausted I have no idea if this is coherent at all

[ninyard]

I didn't like when andrew said renee was useful?

Like weren't they friends idk it sounded weird

Okay maybe this is me being the big ol Andrew Minyard apologist that I am but I’m not sure he means that in the way that it seems. Prepare yourself for my silly thoughts:

Andrew and Neil got to this place in their conversation by Neil asking how Andrew can be so disconnected from his teammates. Neil feels he has to let them in, let them be his "friends", let them get to know him. So how has Andrew managed to keep them at such a distance, to avoid letting them in? Because he doesn't want to. Andrew just says they're not interesting enough.

Neil is already wondering what's going on between Andrew and Renee at this point. So he sort of backtracks on himself then - Andrew actually has let people stand in, and Renee is one of them.

And Andrew knows everyone is betting on him and Renee. He’s quick with the, “You expected a different answer?” because I think he knows there’s a high likelihood somebody has told Neil about this bet, and given Neil’s “That’s it?” I think he could also tell that Neil thought that him and Renee could’ve been a thing (or at least that that was the only way he could make sense of their relationship).

Andrew is quick. We know he is. So I think he would've realised exactly what Neil was curious about when he mentioned her name and then said "She's not interesting?" (Which really means “Is she different?” Or “Are you actually more than that and not saying it?”)

Then right after that, there's this -

Andrew thinks it's obvious. Andrew calls him stupid, Andrew mocks him. Andrew knows why he's asking about Renee. He thinks Neil is stupid for not realising why it wont happen. He lets Neil squirm for a bit because Renee is his friend, even if he won't say that, and this just opens up the opportunity for Neil to actually talk to her.

I think he said "She's useful," because he's not going to say "She's just my friend," or "She's like me," or whatever else he could've said. Andrew is not the type of guy to turn around to Neil’s question and say ACTUALLY you are right! My friend Renee IS interesting! I forgot about her!

I think that's literally Andrew's way of saying she is his friend. Also, bearing it in mind that he's still medicated at this point - I don't think he means it in the way of "she's not my friend, she's just useful to me", but instead means it like "she just my friend, nothing more, and she's useful.” I think it’s a meaningless throwaway way to describe her. But even if he did mean it, he doesn’t mean it in a negative way. Not “Yeah. She’s useful I guess. She does things but that’s about it” but “Yeah, Renee is useful. She’s there if I need her” instead.

Does that make sense?

(And also; it’s Andrew we’re talking about. He tells Neil he hates him. I don’t think him saying that about Renee is to be taken too seriously)

But

I do actually think in some ways he means it when he says she’s useful. Renee is useful to Andrew.

She’s the only person on the team who has related to him. She the only person, before Neil, who even had the slightest idea about what Andrew had been through. Renee is useful in the way that she’s someone for him to relate to. He sees himself in her, and her the same. They understand each other. Which is probably likely a first for him. Shes spars with him. She’s his wingwoman. She’s his friend. She cares about him. She talks to him like he’s a human. (She makes him feel like less of a monster) ((not that he cares)) She’s always covered for him in the goals, too, when he’s been too sick to play. I’d say that’s pretty useful.

Idk. I’m pulling things out of nowhere because I’m too tired to think but. Yeah I think Renee is actually useful to Andrew, but I also think Andrew is Andrew and he says things he doesn’t mean, or says things that actually mean something else ALL THE TIME. So i don’t think him saying Renee is “useful” is anything demeaning against her. I think he’s winding Neil up because he knows where his line of questioning is going/coming from.

[iholli]

Rat King occasionally just having the Worst Fucking Time mentally because she's "Rat Prime" and essentially binds all the Rats together and has to deal with everything that comes with it. is she the real one and why does she have to carry All That and she can't turn it off anymore and it's so much weight all the time and

[badass-sunshine]

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[starrysan]

nouvelle vague

↳ ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏ [15]

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pairing: korea local!yunho x new to city!reader [smau]

a/n: this ones sad.. sorry, not proofread

2nd person pov

after the long meeting with her boss and some agents from the other branches on a zoom call right after, you were exhausted. laying on your bed and scrolling on your phone. it was barely 3pm. you still weren't 100% sure what to do, but you had an idea. you called the only person you knew to call. "chris? you're still up?" you ask to which you get a slightly sleepy but awake chris answer.

"yeah I am what's up?." of course he was up.. typical crazy hours of the night awake chris bahng. "I think.. I know where im going to pick" you say closing your eyes to make sure this was the right decision. "oh that's grea-" he starts to say. "im coming home" you say before he could finish his own sentence. "oh that's great y/n" he replies after a moment of silence on his end. "you don't sound as happy as I thought you'd be" you reply. "well I am excited I promise. I just.. are you sure?"

"I thought it through and.. yeah im coming home chris" you say again. "I miss you a lot and.. as much as I know you won't admit it, I know you're struggling chris.. lix called me last night" chris curses slightly away from his speaker so you couldn't hear it but you obviously could. "what'd he say?" chris asks. "I mean a lot but basically what we talked about the other day. chris you know you don't have to hide anything from me"

"I know y/n but I know you love Korea.. it's all you talked about for the past year. are you sure you're making the right choice?" he asks, almost a bit nervously. "I had a lot of time to think.. and yeah I do. some things that happened only confirmed it. but anyway, I'm coming home flights in 2 days so I've got to pack. bye chris"

you hang up the phone and stare at your empty suitcases in front of you. or.. one slightly packed suitcase and 2 empty ones. you almost second guess yourself but stop your thoughts before going to start packing your things. you go easy packing clothes first. luckily it was still summer. no heavy jackets to pack.

you put in your shirts, pants, the skirt you wore when you first met san.. the pants yeosang and mingi insisted you bought. they were a strange shade of pink you'd never wear, but looking at them now, they were almost endearing. you finished packing most of your clothes before packing other things you brought or bought while in Korea.

you put in your polaroid camera. not before looking through all the photos you'd taken on them. the first photo you took with wooyoung and jongho after they picked you up, the street food with yeosang and mingi, han river and ice cream with san, ducks and the pretty picnic you had with seonghwa and hongjoong, seoul tower with yunho and san, the beach with yunho.. oh and of course how could you forget? the lock you had bought hoping to put it up with yunho.

you feel a tear drop onto the lock you grasped in your hand. "fuck" you mutter, wiping it away with your sleeve. you put it in your bag as well before covering it with some plushie mingi had bought you from a store in myeongdong. you were making the right choice. at least you thought you were. it was too late to think a coherent thought anyway.

fucking yunho. you think to yourself as you finished packing the second suitcase. you think about the kiss he so casually left on your cheek. like it was still there. it was like it stung your face. like a memory you only slightly wanted to get rid of. you didn't even realize how exhausted you were as you fall asleep on your packed bag and only wake up when you see your friends through the ring camera. shit your friends.. you didn't even tell them...

you quickly buzz them up, and panic slightly. what would you do? how would you tell them? what would they say? what if they hated you after? your thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell which you stood up to go answer. "hi guys" you say quietly as the seven boys pile in. they notice your bags on the floor.

"so what'd you decide to do?" wooyoung asks, breaking the silence first as they were all either at your table, on the floor, or on your bed. "I-" you start. but your mouth goes dry, you lose your words, you forget how to fucking speak. even though they said this was your choice, which it was, you still felt so fucking guilty for leaving them.

but chris- you didn't know what to do not like you had a choice anyway as your passport sat on the table with your boarding pass you had printed earlier that morning nestled inside it. it seemed to go unnoticed by the boys at first till- "ah.. back to Aussie Australia?" mingi said, trying to make you laugh when he saw the look on your face.

"um.. yeah back to-" your voice broke.. you couldn't even say it out loud as you feel your tears start back up again. "Im sorry" you said. you didn't even know what you were apologizing for. going home? for crying and absolutely falling apart in front of them? for not telling them till now? you didn't know.

seonghwa gets up from the floor and hugs you first. you two weren't as close as say you and wooyoung and jongho were but that hug alone was comfort enough. you cling onto his arms like he would vanish if you let go and sobbed into his shirt. probably drenching it but you didn't even care. the rest followed close behind. even jongho who you knew hated physical contact was joined in on the hug.

after you calmed down a bit and got some water yeosang grabbed from your fridge you sit back down and collect yourself. "yeah i'm going back I think seeing how everything's going to play out I think its my best option" the boys nodded. no one said anything not really sure what to say anyway. "if that's what you have to do then its what you have to do." yeosang says. "when's your flight?" san asked. "tomorrow" you say quietly.

"TOMORROW?" wooyoung practically yells which you nod. "but we cant even have a goodbye party or anything?!" mingi exclaims after. "its ok" you say simply. "its not goodbye.. its see you later" you say to which jongho side eyes you. "cringe as hell" he says and you laugh. you laugh for the first time in 4 days.

"did you tell yunho?" san asked which made the room go silent again. "I tried texting.. and calling he never responded" you sighed. maybe it was for the better? you didn't want to think about it. the yunho topic was soon glazed over as everyone helped you pack before leaving in the late hours of the night everyone giving you hugs and saying goodbye one by one. "don't crash the plane" jongho says to which you laugh and flick his forehead.

your left in silence once again as the clock strikes 1:30am. your flight was for 10am. wooyoung insisted he drove you but you declined, not wanting him to mess up his sleep schedule even more. you try to get sleep which barely worked and you were out the door by 7:30am.

you put your house key in a box in your landlord's office, thanking him before you start your walk to the subway to get to the airport. before you could comprehend what was happening, yunho appeared infront of you, looking absolutely out of breath. "yunho?" you say confused.

extras!

I honestly dont like writing in anything pov other than 3rd but I did this in 2nd person pov very deliberately so it wasn't in third person where you're just watching this unfold from the outside, or 1st person where you're in it, its in 2nd person where its like you're right there but you cant change anything about it. (I love deliberate storytelling mwahaha).

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[fuxuannie]

↳  pairing(s) : various hsr men x gender neutral reader

↳  synopsis : you never realized how pretty your boyfriend was when he was covered in your lipstick kisses.

↳  authors note : THAT TIKTOK TREND DRIVES ME MAD MOSTLY BECAUSE IM JEALOUS !!! i will confess to my sins i wish i could do this with someone pls,, also this is a really cute idea 

DAN HENG stands next to you as you do your makeup, staring at your various little brands of makeup that sit on your desk. As you do your eyeliner, he picks up one of your various colors of lipstick and stares at it. “Pretty shade..” He thought, resisting the urge to put some on his own lips as it was yours and really didn’t wanna possibly ruin it (or look like a fool if he did it wrong.)

You notice this, and a small light bulb pops over your head. “Do you wanna try it?” And you smile as he shyly nods, but there’s a quiet confusion when you take it from his hands and began to apply it to your own lips. 

He’s not given a second to process before you begin to kiss his lips, then his cheeks, then his neck and eventually all over his face. You’re giggling to yourself as he stands there and takes it, not complaining but there’s a fluster and red blush all over his cheeks and a tint of it on his ears. 

“It’s a perfect shade!” You exclaim, laughing at how red your boyfriend had gotten after that small interaction. 

“JING YUAAAN.” You call for him, the General walking into your room not long after as he sees you, chair facing the door and sitting in front of your mirror with two different lipstick brands in your hand. “I don’t know which one to use..” You frowned, but all he could focus on was the slight smudge of lipstick at the end of your lips.

He falls to his knees due to his height, and you can’t help but notice how pretty he looks from that angle. His golden eyes looking up at you with utter adoration, as a hand reaches out to the corner of your lips to cleanly clean it off with his thumb. “You’ll look pretty with either one, my dear.” He chuckles.

You have no idea what came over you, but you grab his face and just kiss him. Going from his lips to his cheek and to all over his face until you were decorating his soft skin with your lips. Jing Yuan doesn’t protest, in fact he’s laughing in amusement while you do so.

“Guess it was prettier on me if you were so insistent to kiss me.” He hums, pulling you close.

Your boyfriend was such a pretty sleeper, you loved to lay on top of him as he slept somewhere like the couch and just smile at how peaceful he looked as he slept. One of your favorite activities is softly kissing all over his face. he would always tell you how it brought him peace as he would rest and it was something you were happy to do for him.

One night, after a party, you two were exhausted and wanted to rest. As per usual, the blonde asked if you could kiss him to sleep.

You, completely forgetting you had the smallest bit of lipstick on your lips, was surprised at the lipstick marks all over GEPARD’s face after you sleepily kissed him. “Oops.” You’d softly chuckle, but it didn’t really have you stop. Continuing to use your boyfriend as a canvas for the art of painting his face with your pretty kisses.

This once, BLADE let you use his lap as a seat as you do your make-up. He’s on his phone as you apply your concealer, humming happily as he doesn’t really mind having you sit on him. He just doesn’t usually do it because he’s a busy man, but for once Kafka let him have a free day since she and Silverwolf were on a side mission that didn’t require his assistance.

“Blade?” You catch his attention, having him look up from his phone as you’re wearing a shade of lipstick he was unfamiliar with. “Did you buy a new one?” He asks, and you nod in response. “Mhm.” You answered, but he steals a kiss before you could even form a coherent response after that. “Ah-”

You stare at the small smudge that got on his lips, seeing him chuckle and your heart racing at the sight. “You should kiss me again. You picked a good color.” He says with a smirk, pulling you closer to him by the waist as you were never really one to refuse your boyfriend.

He doesn’t care about the potential embarrassment that could come from going to meet Kafka with all your marks all over him, he simply shrugs off the laughter coming from her as Silverwolf was simply disgusted. 

[transformers-spike]

hi, greened out anon LOL i dont think i meant literal gardening, i meant getting h!gh like off lil gummies and stuff 😅 sorry I didnt make it clear, im shocked i even typed that coherently. You dont have to write that if you dont want obvi, still love you/your content 🖤

THAT'S A EUPHAMISM??? I had noooo fucking idea honestly Honestly bots dealing with humans high on weed is rlly funny to me. I'm sure they have their own drugs, but just the idea of them trying to figure how to act around their human is hilarious Idk if they can truly smell the weed, but I'm sure they can tell you're acting all different. TFP Ratchet does not care as long as you don't bother him - but if you don't move for the next 2 hours he's going be concerned Soundwave just films you saying the wildest shit and keeps replaying it when he needs a laugh. Chances are, Laserbeak's going to watch over you for a bit so you don't get yourself killed by accident Airachnid gets a kick out of how easy it is to give you a bad trip. And if that doesn't work, she'll just play around with you like a fly in her web. Don't recommend hanging around her The only ones who would actually fuck you in your baked state are Smokescreen and Knock Out. Smokescreen because he's down for everything - and Knock Out because you're so cute when you're high, and so very reactive to his touches

Oh and Megatron too I guess. But he'd fuck you just about anytime so... he doesn't count Everyone else is concerned/apathetic about it. You do you. Some get a kick out of your high state - others not so much

Meanwhile TFA team Optimus is smoking weed with you in solidarity. It doesn't even work on them, they're just exhausted with life and if this is a human bonding activity then spark-dammit, they'll participate

[justpuppylove]

Doll- stepdad dream smut

Stepdad!dream x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], daddy kink, use of little one and other names, praising, thigh fucking, slight breeding.

A/N: im gonna step away from the Wilbur smut for a sec but I’ll make sure to make my way through those requests soon :3

Your mom introduced your stepdad dream a few months ago and he seemed like a decent enough guy. You were against your mom dating again after your father passed away but you eventually came around to the idea of dream staying with you guys. This isn’t to say you see him as a father figure, he treats you like his child in some ways but there’s just always been something off about you guys having a “father-child relationship”. He’s always been pretty touchy with you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. At first it was playful touching, nothing coherently sexual about it, but then it progressed into you sitting on his lap and him running his hand up your thigh. Of course your mom never knew of any of this and you hoped she never would, you felt so guilty every time it happened but for some reason that made you even more turned on.

You walked into your bedroom and shut the door. You ran to your bed and flopped down; utterly exhausted. Exams were getting the best of you but you finally had some time to rest. Then you heard a knock on your door.

“Doll, do you want to watch a movie with me? Your mom is gone for the weekend and I’m bored.” Dream said, dragging out the D in bored. You were so tired but how could you say no to dream?

“Sure I’ll be down in a minute, pick out a movie for us.” You said reluctantly dragging your body off of your bed. You hear him turn away and start walking back downstairs as you head over to your closet. You get out a oversized shirt that dream had gave you as a hand-me-down and you change into it. You wanted to be comfortable so you took off your bra and didn’t put any shorts on so you were just in his shirt and your underwear. When you were done you made your way downstairs to dream cooking popcorn in the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen to grab a few snacks and go to sit them onto the living room table. You hear the microwave ding and you walk back into the kitchen to see dream putting the popcorn into a big bowl. You squeeze past dream, grinding against him as you do so, to look for the salt. You hear him let out a groan before walking up behind you, pressing your stomach up to the counter top as you feel his hard dick against your ass. You let out a whimper as he reaches up into the cupboard to grab the salt out.

“Is this what you were looking for darling~?” He asked you, putting the salt infront of your face but keep your bodies in the same position. All you could let out is a little ‘mhm’ as he backs away, walking into the living room. He presses play as you follow him onto the couch as you see him pat his lap, signaling for you to sit on it. You feel your face grow red as you press yourself onto his lap, his dick pressing onto your pussy as you let out a small moan. “What’s wrong baby?” Dream says as he feels his way up your thigh. You respond to him by pressing yourself harder onto his dick, “Is this the problem little one?” He says pressing has fingers onto your clothed pussy. “Awe, you’re soaking wet. Do you need daddy to take care of you?” He asks. You nod, “I need your words sweetheart”. “Yes daddy, please take care of me.” You say highly embarrassed. He giggles into your ear as he begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, your hand shoots to his and you try to press yourself onto his hand. He slides your underwear down before sliding off his own. His hard dick shoots up as he makes you wrap your thighs around his dick. He starts thigh fucking you while both hands are squeezing your thighs. You hold onto his wrists while he kisses the back of your neck. Your pretty moans and his groans fill the room. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve needed this doll. Ive needed to use your pretty little body so bad.” He says before fucking your thighs faster. His precum and your wetness covering your thighs as his dick slides between your folds and hits your clit in just the right way. “Ah~ gonna cum daddy” you moan, squeezing his wrists. “Cum for me, you’re doing so good” he says as he removes one of his hands from your thigh to circle your clit instead.

He cums all over your thighs as you cum onto his dick. He picks your body up and turns you around to face him. He kisses you as he slides his dick inside of you, making your yelp. “Shh~ its okay, I have you. Daddy has you.” He says as he pulls you closer, slowly pushing his dick in until he bottoms out. He begins fucking into you, making you bounce on him. He lifts your shirt up and watches your tits bounce as you move up and down on him. He smirks at how embarrassed you got at this. “Is my little baby embarrassed? You’re so adorable.” He said before grabbing one of your hands, holding it as he fucks into you harder. Your moans get louder and louder as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. “Just like that, cum for me baby.” He says before playing with one of your tits. “I’m going to cum inside of you okay? Can you handle that doll?” He asks. He let out a few yes’s before cumming on his dick for the second time. He slams into you a few more times before spilling his seed into your pussy.

He pulls you off of his dick and gets a paper towel to clean you both up with. He puts his clothes back on before sliding your underwear back onto you. He lays on the couch and pulls you in. The credits of the movie roll as you fall asleep.

[melkor-did-nothing-wrong]

hi!! i read your tags on your latest rb (the one about the angbang child) and idk if you posted about it in the past but i would love to hear more!! i also have my own hcs and im always interested in hearing other peoples ideas <3

(from what i read in your tags, if you dont feel comfortable talking about this, i understand, or if youd prefer, my dms are always open if you dont wanna reply publicly to this)

Ok I am going to start by apologizing for taking a long time to answer, as well as thanking you for sending the ask in the first place. I still don't know if I should answer this publicly, but after years of either being told off for it being "boring" or "not canon" or "ooc" or even seeing people leaving the conversations on read every time I mention angbang with a baby of their own, I really really do want to yap while having the opportunity of saying: "well, as you can see, someone asked, so I'm just answering! clearly that's for the asker!". So thanks for the opportunity and the encouragement. I'm going to put these events/developments in a numbered list, so you'll have an easier time asking me to elaborate on anything specific later on if you so choose. They're not perfectly coherent but it is what it is, you know?

(Also: People who think the whole concept is bad or cringe, don't interact with this post. I've been hearing this for years but if y'all are allowed to make your own fankids for literally every other ship ever, then so am I!)

First of all, I'm gonna be using terms like "having a baby" but I want to clarify it's actually weirder (and arguably sillier, depending on who you ask) than that. I am not talking about developing another person's body to birth here. I am talking about developing another spirit or soul, which will only get a body when the whole process is done. I am just using terms that will be familiar to us as people even if the process isn't identical (the same way people would sometimes talk about birds or reptiles being "born" even when everyone collectively knows they just hatch from an egg).

So obviously at the end of the WoW, the army of valinor comes over to arrest Melkor and drag him through the doors of night

Melkor immediately throws his hands up like "Nope, you guys really shouldn't kill me. I'm going to have a baby and it'd be incredibly rude of you to kill me given the circumstance"

Exhausted collective sighs. Obviously that's typical Melkor BS so we're not gonna believe that, but I suppose disproving it publicly back at home and putting an end to the bs will not be a huge amount of time wasted. whatever.

Yeah sure ok Melkor whatever you say. we can drag you back west to officially call the bluff and get rid of you there.

Drag Melkor back. Whatever. just end this farce please.

Wait. Wait what the fuck. What the fuck do you mean there actually IS a baby??? HUH???????? How come???? WHY?????

Ok fine whatever UGH you are SO annoying. Fine. you can stay in jail until you have it and we'll kill you AFTER. Whatever.

Manwe is just. Trying to ask Melkor wtf is going on. Melkor, who is having a very very bad time in prison, predictably tells his brother to flock off.

Meanwhile, Mairon, who has just learned of that development, sighs and makes an effort to get to Valinor to drag his annoying (but beloved) hubby out of there.

Shortly after Melkor has the baby and manages to configure a physical form for him, Mairon commits a few acts of terrorism around as a distraction, then shows up in front of Melkor in dragon form like "Get on, we're leaving".

They make it east, and have to start living on the run from place to place out of fear of being pursued, as well as trying to find any remaining allies.

Eventually when they realize there are most likely no immediate plans of attack or attempts to retrieve them, Melkor and Mairon decide to temporarily settle near a settlement of humans who were on Melkor's side in the war, partially because they won't be kicked out by allies and partially in hopes of discouraging Manwe from ordering any attacks due to the fear of human casualties.

What follows is a lot of trial and error in raising what is essentially an immortal Ainu who is both completely new to this world but is simultaneously technically an ancient spirit who has partial knowledge of all things but can't make sense of them.

Another part of the life they build raising a kid is Melkor having to deal with the personal trauma of basically everything and everyone else being gone- it's a significant struggle for him to go from doing whatever he wanted pretty much consequence free, while having the support of his entire court, to just sitting here with Mairon and the baby, just the three of them. He genuinely thought it would happen sooner, that their son would grow up a prince, safe as can be, surrounded by friends and be as adored by all as he himself was. Unfortunately that was not the case, and now he has to raise him very differently while knowing he'll never meet any of the people Melkor had called friends or had any sort of fondness for. You know. Because they're all dead and it's mostly his own fault.

Mairon on the other hand is less affected by it all that much. He always liked being alone just fine, he isn't exactly a huge fan of big crowds. It's difficult for him too, starting over somewhere new and knowing all the people he knew are dead, and also having to keep in mind that he might have to hop around every so often to evade his weird immortal ex-employers, but if there's anything that mf can do is dodge taxes. You're never gonna Al-Capone him. Ever. Can't put him in jail if you can't find him etc. And he's very good at not being found. He's also mostly okay with not being bothered as much. He has his own thoughts on the matter but he doesn't have the time to be an angstlord because now he's got to watch out for double the troublemaking chaotic Ainur and has to make an effort to prevent them from getting into too much trouble. Honestly it's not that different from runing a fortress, in terms of how busy he gets, if you ask him. Anyway he is very fascinated by the baby because unlike Valar (Melkor and Manwe, Yavanna and Vana, Nienna Namo and Irmo, Nessa and Orome…) Maiar are not created in sets of siblings, so Mairon is familiar in theory, but not familiar in practice, with the idea of a family unit. He doesn't entirely understand what it's like to have a connection with someone that runs this deep but he's absolutely fascinated by this little family of his.

Considering how Melkor is "No longer counted among the Valar" specifically, and considering the original plan was 15 Valar, I like to think of the kid as the Vala who will eventually gain the role of replacing Melkor. To that end, I needed an aspect for him to embody that is at least slightly similar to how I view Melkor (as an aspect of change and transformation), as something that can be associated with the creative process like Mairon, and as a bonus, something that Tolkien himself would consider at least a little bit negative. In the end I have decided to settle on that thing being Technology. It can be used creatively to innovate and streamline tedious or difficult processes, but can also be used for evil/selfish ends (especially these days…)

Last but not least, because I can't stress this enough - just because I prefer Melkor and Mairon to be loving partners to eachother and loving parents to their son, that does NOT mean they're suddenly "good" or "kind" or "redeemed" or any of the thousand other words used to describe either post first age Mairon or post fourth/whichever age Melkor. I am not opposed to the idea in general, in fact not only do I get the appeal, I even love it because I love reading about these evil little feral creatures being happy together. but to me personally just because they love their own boy and are cordial to allies who were dying for their cause during the recent war in this specific AU, it doesn't mean they're suddenly going to be good and nice and friendly towards any and every person they come across in the rest of it. In other AUs, sure, in other projects written by other people, absolutely, in other nonsense written by me, even, yeah absolutely I'll allow them to be nice. But here specifically they're still annoying evil disaster creatures who might kill any mortal for the heck of it just to see what happens. They just do it less often because they don't have a thousand Umaiar, ten thousand Orcs and a hundred dragons to back them up this time. So if they do the killing they'll have to face consequences this time, and they really wouldn't like that, so they play nice for the sake of, you know, not being murdered in their outnumbered, outmatched current state lmao.

[aldritch-ao3]

Hello!! We’ve really been enjoying your fic and wanted to ask a few things, and ramble :p

1. Were there any works (be it original fiction or fanfics) that inspired Playback? Because the SI ‘genre’ (don’t have a better word for it haha) is very broad and well tread and we find your exploration of it very interesting.

2. We were actually somewhat wary of the idea of Freeze Frame for half a second but the way you’re able to utilize it in the narrative is very interesting and well thought out, it balances out well with the characters. But to get to the point: How did the balance out the technique with the story so well?

Uhh… now other stuff :3

SI-ya is a very enjoyable character! Don’t know why but we read him as a very flat affected midwestern guy, with the type of accent you’d hear from Michigan/Indiana.

Thank you for sharing your story and stay safe during Milton!

aaah what a sweet ask ! i'll endeavour to answer it all as best as i can, i love answering these sorts of meta questions they're a real treat for me !!! also its late and im up for my unstoppable editing a chapter at 3am grind so this may not be super coherent and its way too long sorryyyy

1. in regards to other fics - i'm admittedly more a 'time travel fix-it' guy than a SI-genre guy! they so rarely ever click with me in a way i enjoy, and im always sad when the SI isnt like, a fleshed out OC with their own history and whatnot. the only one i can think of that i really enjoyed was cleaning crew ! but i found the JJK fandom played around with them in really fun ways to me (even if i haven't had a ton of time to read a lot).

the tag on playback that denotes it came to me in a dream isn't a joke - i stayed up till like 5am reading all of a gentler world in one sitting, and had the most vibrant dream ive had in months, which the base plot of later became playback.

said dream will one day be written out when it isn't a major spoiler. lmao.

but @ the oc-focus bit, it may be more apt to say i draw off of other time-travel media in how the narrative interacts with the character - a study of resonance and a shot in the dark are some different-fandom favourites of mine that probably influenced me in some way shape or form, and pokemon mystery dungeon: explorers of sky shaped my brain in a way i will never recover from.

2. when it comes to balance, a part of it is very centered in like ... approach, for me. SIya is by nature a thoughtful character who approaches things methodically, and while i started with a very faint idea for freeze frame i let the drawbacks of it come to me as i fleshed him out - drawbacks that would be actual drawbacks catered to the character, and ones he may eventually be able to use to his own benefit. he's the type of smart guy who could probably find some use in its increased resistance and lack of air circulation, but he's also the type of guy to be constantly exhausted because he pushes himself to his limits constantly. he feels responsible for the whole world, and i wanted freeze frame as an ability to both enable and worsen that feeling. the character himself is also a counter to it - he's not the sort to use it wildly or irresponsibly in the way others might. its balanced with the story because it IS the story! SIya the oc and SIya the character themes are inseparable from freeze frame and the story is built for that.

3. midwestern SIya is so funny. everyone ive talked to pictures him with an entirely different accent but all agree he sounds super flat and like. average. its hysterical to me. real bland energy that transcends language. average generic guy voice

i'm really glad people enjoy it so much! i really wasnt at all expecting this much feedback and it's super motivating. it's been nice to have something to focus on aside from the upcoming storm ;w; with any luck, everything will be fine and i'll come back swinging with like 8 new chapters

[goleb]

(I apologise for not replying until now, our timelines would appear to be completely adjacent, which is…stupidly common for me. Oh well, onward to another novel length ask!!)

(did the first half of your response make me tear up? You betcha! Am I going to respond as thoughtfully and coherent as you? Probably not! But let’s try to string together a thoughtful sentence or two before I dissolve into a puddle of tears!)

Two years…? TWO YEARS? Has it been that long?! I could of sworn it was only yesterday that I found this blog and was blown away by the fact that someone, hell, ANYONE was as much of a Roy fanatic that I was.

You don’t understand. You truely don’t understand. I spent what, several days just collecting all your art I could; archiving what I could get my grubby little mitts on (just in case you happen to disappear into oblivion, which happens surprisingly often in this fandom) and trying to get the courage up to message you. I then had screenshotted all your responses so I could at least try to get a better picture of The Story So Far.

I ended up printing off a few of my fav pieces (one being His Pokémon team, another being a few of the more Abstract artworks.) and keeping them in my personal RoyStash. The new merch WILL be mine to add to my ever so growing collection!

But listen. I am holding your hand gently as I say this. If you were ever to disappear, let alone push yourself to exhaustion that you end up hurting yourself; I- along with MANY folks here; in your life or online regardless; would be absolutely DEVASTATED and heartbroken. You fill in such a massive part of this fandom that your absence will be greatly noticed by the community as a whole, let alone your friends and people you keep close.

There’s nothing I want for you MORE than for you to realise that you have such an important roll to play in this tiny, tiny community. And that’s by being the one true Roy Keeper. Nobody here has been as consistent as you have, as most folks in this community jump to the next popular bandwagon the moment it promises them clout. I won’t go on and on, but you get my (( somewhat muddled )) conclusion.

Keep making art. Keep us updated. Keep doing the things you love, and remember NO ONE would be able to fill your space if you were to one day leave this community. It’s literally an impossible task.

But let me get back to the rest of this response before I hit character limit (hah), but I am beyond impressed that you were able to churn out that much of a assignment/paper/analysis. Even if you don’t assume it to be the VERY BEST, hey, it was the best thing that you at that very moment could do; and I reckon it would run rings around most hobbled together YouTube armchair analysts videos.

Hope you were able to celebrate the big success with your man!!

GAH, I know! I knooooow! Evil this, evil that. Blah blah blah, popular theory taken as absolute gospel. Shoo shoo, all of you! Get away from this innocent man! (Insert more ranting here which I choose to delete at last minute, which will probably be sent sometime later, hah.)

If it’s not too much to ask, I would absolutely ADORE if you were to share your thoughts on NeoDhmis ( hah, good name ) and the contrasts and downright mischaracterisation between the original series one day. Again, if it’s too much of a brain melter, don’t even worry about it. I can feed myself on the lore and art I missed for a long, long time.

(I HAD MORE TO WRITE BUT IM 10 MINUTES LATE FOR WORK AND HAVE PROBABLY MISSED MY BUS. BUT ALAS ILL SEND MORE AT A LATER TIME, HUZZAH AND BLESSED BE ROY!!!)

[Once again, this message is meant for anon only.] 

Oh, it’s fine. Take your time, I really don’t mind. 😊 (If my perception of time is correct, you sent this one somewhere between 5 and 8 in the morning, my time. If you were wondering. ALSO BEING ON TIME FOR WORK IS MORE IMPORTANT, I CAN WAIT!!) 

Haha, aww. Yeah, it’s been a while, eh? I’ve no idea when it went by either. Time is a slippery thing. 

Oh, no, trust me, I’m not going anywhere. Even if I wanted to, and I don’t, I am devoted to defending Roy’s honour. I’d say with my life, but Roy won’t let me die. 😂 I mean, that would be very counterproductive of him seeing as I owe him my life in the first place. It’s a hard and (mostly) thankless job but hey! At least a couple few appreciate it. And I know Roy says he couldn’t care less about what people say about him online but like. I do. He deserves better. He deserves the world. And to me, he is the world. 🥰 

Can say a lot of things about me but not that I’m not dedicated, y’know? My blog, a temple to nothing but only the most positive of Roy vibes. 

I’m really not that intimidating, am I? XD God, I’d love to know what you’ve gathered up from that. The unfortunate consequence of attempting to single-handedly chronicle not just an entire lifetime’s worth of events (through the Roylore) but also of the lifetimes of several generations both backwards and forwards (through the Gribbleston Family Historia) AND alternate timelines (through what is commonly known as the AUs) is that you get a little all over the place and temporarily lost. I mean, I know what I know, but I can never keep up with what I have and have not explained yet, or what I’ve said in the past and what I’ve said in the, uh, future. I really need to just get my shit together and start drafting something more final and ready for publishing, eh. 

Ain’t no fucking way, I used to do that too (y’know, back when I was still able to search for those things without having a panic attack). I need to illustrate more of that Pokemon thing, I love that one. XD I wonder which ones you consider more abstract, ha. Man, if I’m ever able to get it, I’d love to grab the rest of the Roy merch (I would have done it already but my family is against buying things from abroad because it’s 5x as expensive due to fuckass currency exchange rates, damn living in Poland). Really lucked out on having best friends who really get me, otherwise I’m afraid I might have exploded from my overwhelming Roy hat needs by now. I am so serious about that, it’s not even funny. 

My self esteem doesn’t listen to reason, I’m afraid 😂 But I’m doing my best. To quote the late US president Jimmy Carter, I’m here to fuck and I’m not leaving. Or something like that, anyway, I’m really more of a hopeless roymantic 😂😂😂 Thank you though 🥺 I may be exhausted but I’m really really really not going anywhere. 

That’s my secret, I only get into things if I can make them about Roy, and usually long past the initial hype too. I remember an interaction I had once a couple years ago where someone implied it’s odd that I’m ‘still’ into DHMIS when it was already over for a bit, and it’s like. So? Do people even understand anymore that a fandom can only truly die when there are no more fans left to keep it going. I never understood that. Like, yeah, I get it if someone just naturally loses interest in a thing and moves on, but when people start jumping ship because ‘the fandom is dying’, that’s what I can’t understand. Like just keep making stuff for it then? What’s the problem XD anyway, that was a whole tangent, what was I on about again? Ah, yeah. I am the Roy Keeper, Keeper of Roys. 

XD Yeah, well, you know, I’m still striving for that world record holder for most pictures of Roy drawn in a lifetime title. I won’t rest on just a mere couple hundred or even thousands. I want to be the world’s first Roy-billionaire. One thousand million pictures of Roy if it’s the last thing I do, and I really just don’t feel like dying anytime soon, or anytime late either. I’ll be the first man to achieve immortality through sheer willpower alone. 

Hah, I hope so. I AM proud for having finished it, and I can only hope that with every next piece I write that feeling will be stronger. And of course 🥳 :3 

Ough, I hate when people act like only their favourite theory youtuber understands a piece of media and every other theory or interpretation is wrong and you need to watch the thing to get it. XDDD Sorry, randomly remembered that that youtube argument I mentioned started with someone saying DHMIS 1 was about those current day live-action Disney remakes and ‘green is not a creative colour’ refers to dollars, because dollars are green, and as we all know, dollars are the currency that people in the UK use. Oh, and Roy is an evil businessman who corporate-bought and corporate-ruined the creativity-ideas (i.e. the show as a whole itself, somehow) out of the trio, because of course everything evil always originates from Roy, including other people’s actions that he wasn’t even around for. He’s not even in that episode?? Make it make sense. So, uhhhh… 🤝! 

Oh, yeah, I definitely could write one up. I could write a second thesis entirely on just that (preferably bachelor’s over master’s though because you know. Half the required page count.) but it’s already approachingpast 5 am and I’ve had a pretty bad headache earlier (hence why I’m only responding now) and I don’t wanna leave you hanging, so just remind me next ask XD sorry. I’ve a lot to say about it, trust me. I mean, quoth my thesis: 

^ My professor didn't accept 'spiritually connected' as a phrase, but that's what I was going for there.

I could’ve sworn you said something about being worried for what they do next (that… might have been the previous ask, sorry, I’m running on next to no sleep, Roy’s love, and copious amounts of pepsi, it does funky things to my memory sometimes.) but I’ll just say to that that I’m holding them to their word. Please please please please pleas- 

BLESSED BE ROY!!!

[lyciaho]

leaning in

thinking a lot about the 2-day coaching workshop we attended at work. it was so insightful. the frameworks we were given helped to give shape to what i have experienced as a coach. and i feel like the moment you can name something is the moment you have clarity. though the word 'coach' is in my job title, i have never thought of coaching so conceptually before. the past 2 days were exhausting; i feel like there's just so much to digest and reflect on, so that all that i've learnt can actually make a difference in the work that i do.

what we think of as 'professional' work is actually deeply personal. the entities and organisations we work with are made of people, who come with varied perspectives, identities, experiences and stories. therefore, diversity is an important resource to embrace. the idea sounds simple, but actually, its very profound. to embrace diversity is to recognise our differences as complementary, rather than divisive. in any form of partnership, it is crucial to leverage on our differences. as much as we need to acknowledge each other's strengths, knowing our limitations is equally valuable. you bring to the table what i don't. it is important to acknowledge, in vulnerability, what you do not have, not just to set the parameters of the discussion, but also so that the other party is aware that that is something they might be able to contribute. in other words, admitting our limitations can be empowering. i'm not being very coherent about this. maybe i'll revisit this thought another day.

oftentimes we see human dynamics and relationships as a stumbling block to achieving a particular outcome. for example, we may think that person A's resistance to a particular decision is hindering us from making any sort of progress. i felt challenged to think about personnel as not simply a means to an end, but navigating my relationship with them is precisely the work. what if i spent my energy thinking about the reasons behind person A's resistance, and trying to work with them as an individual, instead of thinking about how i can convince them to make a decision? i suppose the best coaches are not simply achievers of a particular outcome, but champions of people. at the heart of our work, after all, is service and an other-orientation. the success of our work, therefore, should not be measured by the attainment of particular outcomes, but perhaps, the growth and wellbeing of our people.

i can't help but think also that it is so important to be self-aware, and to have a somewhat healthy sense of self, in order to be an effective coach. to be fully other-oriented requires me to forget about myself in a sense, because if something in me is triggered, my attention is given to managing my self and my emotions, rather than the issue at hand. i am only an instrument, and i don't have to take myself too seriously.

something else that was spoken about was the importance of noticing the power (im)balance (real or perceived) in any meeting. power can derail equal partnership. if i notice that power is leaning towards my direction, i need to think about empowering the other. on the other hand, if i feel like the smaller being, then i need to remember what i bring to the table! and power comes from different sources: experience, knowledge, influence... i think a deep sense of personal conviction, if apparent in the work we do and the way we come across, is also a form of power.

other observations, which i will list instead of expounding on, because it's been such a long day:

it is important to hold space for discomfort, and ambiguity (very difficult for me, because i like control, but your personality does not mean your capability, so i will have to try).

safety is experienced, not declared (hence my discomfort at the trite statement which somehow finds its way into most meetings: 'this is a safe space' - what does that even mean?).

more so than a 'safe space', it is a 'brave space' we need to create as coaches - think about the conditions in which courage can emerge. there should be no such thing as taboo.

not all conflict is bad; conflict can be generative and creative.

there is a shadow side to every strength.

knowing ourselves is a lifelong work.

[beef-brisket]

Adam stared at Lucifer. God, he wanted that phone back. He doesn't seem too mad, so that was good.

Lucifer: ...alright

Adam couldn't grab the phone back quick enough.

Adam: m-mama!?

Lucifer stood by while Adam was on the phone. He could hear his mother on the other end, pleading with him to tell her where he was.

Lucifer knew Adam was trying not to cry, he was trying so hard.

Sera: p-please bany- tell me where you are- I'm not mad, I'll never be mad- I miss you, my baby- I need you please! Please tell me- Lucifer! I know you can hear this- give me my baby back! If you want money, I'll give you money! Anything, I'll give you anything, just give my Adam back! Please!

Adam broke down. Lucifer had to turn away, he could barely handle the horrible noises Adam was making as he heard his mother beg him.

Lucifer: hang up Adam.

Adam: m-mama please- no L-Luci- not yet, please-

Lucifer: Adam- please... either make her stop or hang up.

Adam: can I be alone- for a moment?

Lucifer: no- I can't allow that

Adam: luci, please? I won't say anything, I promise- I just... she's my mom, please, please Luci

Lucifer continued to listen to Seras' begging, which was getting more and more desperate. He nodded to Adam and walked inside. He's only spoken to Charlie a couple of times but Adam would always give him space, it was only fair that he does the same.

Adam sighed and continued to talk to Sera when Lucifer was gone.

Adam: mama... I'm... safe... I think, Lucifer can be... weird sometimes-

Sera: weird? What do you mean weird? Did he do something to you!? What did he do, Addie?

Adam: n-nothing ma! I swear- he just... panics sometimes and makes bad decisions

Sera: I'll kill him Adam, I'll kill him if he even touches you!

Adam: I know you will mama. I just... need some time to think.

Sera: about what, baby? You want to come home, right?

Adam felt himself tear up. There was nothing he missed more than home. His mom and sister. His work friends. Everyone. Fuck, he even missed Val. The creep.

Adam: o-of course I do mama. I just... I don't think I can just leave- the babies-

Sera: bring them with you! I'll help you look after them, sweetheart! We don't need Lucifer!

Adam: it's not that, ma.

Sera: then what is it?! Are you there by choice!?

Adam: no- yes- not really-

Sera: fucks sakes Adam! Did you break him out?! Did you... have sex with him whole he was in prison!?

Adam: mama please- please don't do this-

Sera: Answer me Adam. Right now. What did you do? Oh my God... did you kill Lilith?

Adam: mama! No! I had nothing to do with that! Why would you-?!

Sera: what am I ment to think, Adam? You're on the run! With two babies! I can't believe you let him get you pregnant! I can't believe you had sex with a murderer! In prison! What the fuck is wrong with you! Look at the mess you've gotten yourself into!

Adam: i-i know mama- please stop- I can't d-deal with this right now- I-I can't sleep, I can't eat- I can't deal with this mama

Sera: where are you Adam! Tell me right now! You owe me that much! I've been worried sick about you! I had a fucking heart attack Adam! I was looking for you in the fucking woods- I looked everywhere! You nearly killed me! Do you understand that, boy!?

Adam: i-im so sorry mumma, i-i had no idea- im so sorry! I-im in b-brazil mama... I'm in Brazil...

Sera: ...where in Brazil?

Adam: I don't know... about an hour away from some hospital... in the middle of nowhere.

Adam was so tired. So exhausted. He couldn't speak in coherent sentences by the time he hung up with Sera. He had no idea what would happen now. Sera said she'll raise Hell to find him. Shit.

Adam didn't even hear Lucifer come back outside and slowly take his phone out of his hand.

Lucifer: Adam? Are you alright? Did you have a good talk?

Adam: ...she had a heart attack. I nearly killed my mom. It's my fault. All of this... what was I thinking? Doing any of this... getting you out, getting pregnant by you... I... I nearly killed my mom... my poor mama- my sister- they searched for my fucking body! I ruined everything- I just want to go back- I want everything to go back to the way it was! M-my mama-!

Lucifer watched as Adam curled into himself and cried. He sat next to him and rubbed his back. He thought about everything Adam said. He didn't think his mom would get sick. He had no idea how bad it was back home. How badly Adam would take everything.

Alternative Prison Au

@fanofstuff01 @beef-brisket

Adam walked through the doors of the prison in his new guard uniform. He was of course nervous to be working with very violent people, but his mother helped get him the job here.

A woman with short hair greeted him.

Lute: Hello, you must be Adam.

Adam: I am.

Lute: The names Lute Danger. I'll be your commanding officer for the time being. Let me show you around where you'll be working.

She showed him where everything was and where the prisoners are.

Lute: You need to be tough or they will walk all over you. Some will listen, most won't. Don't be afraid to get a little forceful. It's your life or theirs.

As she explained the rules to Adam, one inmate in particular was watching their exchange.

Lucifer internally: Maybe..... Just maybe he could be my ticket out of here.

[toournextadventure]

I LOVE your Wednesday! I was wondering if you can write a Wednesday/gn!Reader where the reader writes to her a love letter and wants to give it to her with a black rose but they see Xavier give to her the cellphone so, thinking they're dating, Reader just throws away the letter and the rose.

Wednesday finds them..

Looky looky here, two fics in one day. This one was fun to write, I loved the idea!

im no poet

You were no writer. No amount of your rambling thoughts could compare to those of Shakespeare, Hemingway, or even Wednesday Addams. All those big emotions came out in actions, not words, and not even your mouth could keep up or properly convey all you wanted to. No, most of those big, bottled up feelings ended up left unspoken.

But for Wednesday, you gave it a try.

It had started with a very heated debate about the phrase “actions speak louder than words.” She, of course, had opted to disagree, claiming her words spoke pretty loud. They sure do, you thought as you shook your head and counter-argued. It was by no means an argument, much more of an actual debate with each side presenting their case.

You lost. Because, as you had previously pointed out, you were not good with your words.

Not a bad thing though, you realised once you sat down to try and write out how you felt. The first few paragraphs were messy; no structure, no reason, barely coherent. You crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the corner of the room, not even attempting to hit the trash can. But you pulled out another piece of paper and started again.

It took half a notebook before you could even start making sense of your words. Even then, it wasn’t what you wanted to say. How could you even start to explain why you were writing such a letter? Should you start it off with “Hello, I think I’m in love with you?” Words wouldn’t work.

Words wouldn’t work.

You put your pen to paper - the third pen you had ruined so far - and started explaining your emotions the only way you knew how: with actions. The feelings she envoked in you couldn’t be put into words, not so simply. No, because she made you want to live, and living was such a beautiful thing. That rare smile of hers made you feel as if you were running through the farm of your childhood. Laughing as you ran up and down the crop rows until your bare feet were dirty and tired and you collapsed in the field with the feeling of utter peace that only a child could experience.

Being with her made you want to do every little thing she had never considered was important to her. It made you want to bring her coffee whenever she was writing, or turning the page of her music as she played. You would connect your headphones whenever she came in because you knew she liked the silence. Or grabbing all the songs she enjoyed and turning them into a personalised record that she could use without having to switch them out all the time.

When it was all said and done, you had exhausted five pens, half a notebook, and came out with three pages of a written confession.

You had asked Miss Thornhill if you could raid the greenhouse. It wasn’t that you were a teacher’s pet, but you knew how to kiss up when needed. She agreed quickly, and all you had to give up were a few Saturdays of your time to help clean up and organise. A fair trade, no consideration needed.

The Black Dahlias weren’t in bloom, so you hoped Wednesday would settle for a black rose. That was still romantic, right? It was black, at least, that had to count for something. A small envelope, a single black rose, your bright shining face. What more could she want?

“I already put my number in it,” Xavier’s voice rang out even though he was talking fairly quietly.

He bought her a phone. The very thing she had adamantly refused to become a slave to. Yet she took it from him anyway. Oh, you thought with a furrow of your brows. Suddenly the items in your hand felt like lead, weighing you down and you almost wished they would drag you under the ground to escape.

It had been a crapshoot to make a move, you knew that anyway, but it still hurt nonetheless. Wednesday gave the equivalent of a smile, and you nodded to yourself in silent acceptance. You wouldn’t ever wish to put her in a position to “choose” between two people. So instead you turned around and started walking off. You only paused at a trash can to drop the rose and letter inside, patting the cold silver can twice before walking away.

You didn’t see Wednesday watch you leave with worry in her eyes.

“Go see,” Xavier said with a gesture of his head.

Wednesday didn’t hesitate to walk over to the trash can and pick up the rose and envelope. The sight of the flower made her heart race; had you gotten that for her? What had possessed you to get her something like that? You knew she was difficult to get along with, why would you go out of your way to get her a rose in her favourite colour?

And the envelope. It had her name on it.

“What’s their number?” Wednesday asked Xavier. He gave her a smile and gestured for her to hand him her phone.

—---

You practically fell onto the bench in the lockerroom of your hometown gym. After getting out of school a few weeks ago, you had thrown yourself into helping out at the gym. The owner was a family friend and he had quickly accepted your offer. It was an added bonus that he gave you full access to the gym, too.

It was almost time to start closing up, but you had managed to get a good workout in once everyone was gone. Hell, you deserved it, the girl you were in love with was very clearly not in love with you. In fact, she was nice and happy, and even though that’s all you wanted, it still hurt. 

You never even told her, your mind thought.

“Oh shut up,” you mumbled as your head fell into your hands.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself up to your feet and grabbed your change of clothes from your bag. Maybe you just needed to change and get home so you could wallow in your self-pity and fall asleep with some Kitchen Nightmares on in the background. That would surely keep your mind busy. God, you were pathetic.

You were pulling your clean shirt back over your head when your phone vibrated against the bench. No one should have been texting you this late, everyone you talked to knew you were usually asleep. Besides, why would they be texting you this late? Didn’t they know you were in mourning?

The screen lit up when you held your face over it, still adjusting your clothes to fit properly.

Unknown Number: You forgot this. 1 Attachment.

“Oh fuck.” It was a photo of the rose and envelope with Wednesday’s name on it.

You: I’m sorry. You can toss it I didn’t know about Xavier

Oh god, why was this happening? Why did this have to happen? Getting silently rejected was hard enough, but now there was going to be humiliation too? You lifted your hands to grab the sides of your head as you started pacing, trying to keep yourself grounded. That’s it, you weren’t going back to Nevermore. Nope, you were going to run away, maybe live in the woods and find a Bigfoot family to take care of you.

The phone vibrated again and you rushed over.

Unknown: Did you mean it? What you wrote.

“Fuck!” You shouted. What did you say? There’s no way you could say “Yes, Wednesday, I meant every word of devotion that I wrote on that letter. Tell your boyfriend I said hi.” But if you didn’t let her know now, it was going to eat away at you until the day you died. Fuck fuck fuck!

You grabbed the phone and typed out the one word, but your thumbs stilled over the “send” button while your heart tried to beat out of your chest.

You pressed send.

You: Yes

“Oh shit,” you groaned. Your hands were getting clammy. “Why did I do that.” Oh god. Oh shit. Why wasn’t she answering? There goes any chance of even being friends again. You were going to have to change your name and run away. Surely your family would understand, right? Yeah, they could even help you come up with a new identity.

The vibration against the bench was about to send you into a frenzy.

Unknown: Call me tomorrow night. We can watch the new Scream movie.

You had never typed so fast in your life.

You: Is this a date?

The text couldn’t come quickly enough.

Unknown: Yes. But if you tell anyone, I will remove your tongue.

You stared at your phone in utter disbelief. A date. With Wednesday Addams. A real date with the girl you were highkey in love with. Your letter had worked. It had worked!

You: It’s a date

A smile took over your face as you put your phone back into your bag. You had a date.

“Fuck yes!” You shouted as you threw your fist in the air. You were definitely calling out of work tomorrow.

[baraqi]

haha guess who it is.. yeah it's stuco sunoo anon (again) im back with another sunoo smut because i think about him too much, this isn't proofread so don't come at me if it's bad

"s-sun.. no more.." you muttered into sunoo's neck, your breathing heavy as you held his hand in yours to keep yourself grounded. he pressed a loving kiss to your temple, dismissively saying, "one more, love. you can give me one more, can't you?"

you had forgotten how many times those words had left his mouth already in the past few hours. his fingers hadn't left your swollen folds since you two had gotten home, almost as if he was drunk on you.

and maybe he was drunk, drunk with the way he could spend hours making you unravel and fall apart, drunk from the pretty sounds you would make for him, drunk from the sweet way you'd moan out his name.

you squirmed in his lap as he held you in place, chuckling when you tried to escape his searing touch. the pace of his fingers never slowed down and you couldn't even form coherent sentences at this point. your entire being was overtaken by him, his scent, his everything.

"pretty, so pretty for me" he whispered in your ear before latching his lips onto your neck, leaving love bites that he knew would be visible tomorrow. "too much-! can't-" you said before he shushed you, his pace fastening if that was even possible.

you cried out his name as you came for the nth time, breathing heavily in relief as he finally slipped his fingers out of your abused hole. he spread your folds apart, watching your cum drip out with a glint in his eyes.

the sound of him unzipping his pants shortly after had your breath hitching and it got you even wetter, as embarrassed as you were to admit it, and by the way sunoo chuckled, he had noticed. "you're so cute, wanna ruin you so fucking bad.."

in retrospect, you were already ruined; your thighs were dirtied with your own release, your face tear-striken and you were practically trembling from exhaustion — yet it didn't stop you from wanting more.

you whined when he decided to tease you, running the tip of his cock between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace and pushing the head in only to pull out again. he raised an eyebrow at your sound of protest, almost as if daring you to misbehave.

his expression morphed into a mischievous smile as an idea popped up in his head, "tell me, y/n.. why should i give you my dick? don't you think ive made you cum enough times?" you quickly shook your head, tears forming in your eyes as another chuckle left him.

"what a greedy little thing.. if you want me inside of you, then you'll have to beg." he said in a commanding tone, stroking your cheek with his left hand. you flushed in embarrassment, your pride getting the best of you as you remained silent. "not gonna speak, princess? that's fine, i guess we're done for tonight."

"wait-! no-" you panickedly spoke as he smirked, knowing you would've caved. "please.. need you inside of me, need you to make me feel good the way only you can, need you to cum inside of me and make me yours, please, sunoo."

"you're gonna be the death of me one day," he whined playfully before impatiently shoving his entire length into you in one go, almost making you scream his name as he stretched you out. holding your hips down on his lap to make sure you wouldn't squirm, he thrusted up into you at a brutal, unforgiving pace.

he was practically hitting your cervix, the blissful sensation ridding you of any rational thought he hadn't fucked out of you yet. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your climax inched closer and you swore that you saw stars when sunoo rubbed your clit with his thumb, making you squirt all over his now-drenched pants.

he thrusted into you a few more times, helping you ride out your orgasm before he came too, filling you up to the brim. he watched as you panted tiredly in his hold, his eyes then lowering to where you two were connected and also where a mixture of his and your cum laid.

you felt empty when he pulled out, pouting at the sensation and making him laugh cutely in the process as if he hadn't just railed you. he laid you down on the bed, getting up to grab a wet cloth and cleaning off your body with it.

after both you and him finished cleaning up, he went to get you a glass of water and a loving smile spread across his features when he came back to your shared bedroom only to find you fast asleep.

i swear HE will be the death of me he’s out to get me

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[windvexer]

Hey Chicken. I've been having lots of new ideas about my path and what i want it to look like which is veryyy cool, i love feeling inspired! But it almost feels like im drowning in ideas and possibilities so i would like to journal and reflect on my priorities and get a pretty good picture of what is it I want. Can you give me some prompts? What can i ask myself that will help me sort of put all these ideas into place and get a coherent picture of my path. Thank youuuu, i hope i was clear in my ask lol

Introspective journaling questions and activities for those who are veryyy inspired but also feeling a little overwhelmed:

Why do you want to practice magic?

What are the top three things that you hope your magical practice will bring you?

What are the limitations of magic?

How does magic work?

Make a pie chart for the following categories: Self-Healing, Manifestation, Spiritual Connection, Other. How much space do you ideally want each slice to take up? How much space do they all take up right now?

How comfortable are you with the concept of gods? What about spirits?

What topics of research or practice are you not going to do right now? Why is that?

If you can only study ONE thing in-depth at a time, and you have to study it for an entire month before moving on, what are the first five things you would study?

Make a list of the major problems and limitations you are feeling in your life right now - including repetitive/chronic daily annoyances that are reducing your quality of life. Just make the list, that's it.

Pretend you're an RPG character and you have 25 points to spend on areas of magical specialization: Defense and Boundaries, Prosperity and Success, Offense and Malefica, Healing and Empowering, Relationships, Communication, Glamours and Illusion. The points are a metaphor for how you would ideally like to invest your time and energy.

How much time would you ideally like to spend researching versus practicing? Judge this in %s, not hours/minutes.

How much time would you like to spend on practical magic, versus spiritual self-development?

How often would you ideally like to work magic. Daily? Weekly? Monthly?

The more often we do magic and divination, the more drained we become. What is your plan for protecting your own energy to ensure you don't become exhausted or burn out?