#im still Figuring It Out but this is gonna be so helpful for keeping track of my rambles and locating info again to remind myself of things

[moonxq]

so i keep character notes for my own memory and for writing right. and first i was just using a notes app which is whatever. fairly normal. then i got and started using trello to organize my thoughts a little better and easily move them around but it was not Enough. now i am learning to use obsidian to create entire folders and templates and tables of contents and linked note pages. like my own personal wiki. and i cannot be saved

[lemonstars8583]

hello 😈😈 uhh ppl are gonna see this and be like “huh” but i don’t ❤️ care very much at all ❤️

so remember that CTW AU is posted abt well here’s where bonbon is 😭 !! hooraaay!!

there’s that weird minigame in into the pit (the game) that has bonbon so i was like okay in this AU millie isn’t even dead so like. that minigame wouldn’t exist but what if… bonbon… in real life instead..

so Oswald finds bonbon deactivated in the weird ballpit world (and yes i have an explanation for this i’ll leave it under the cut as well as some extra info), accidentally wakes him up, and bonbon does not fucking like him but he’s like “okay you’ve been here before and left?? let’s make a deal i’ll help you survive and you get me the fuck out of here”. so it’s like a reluctant alliance turned eventual friendship.

TLDR: Freddy gets in a fight with baby, badly injured, thrown out, taken in by Jeff’s Pizza when it was a bit more popular, kids climb on him daily and eventually break his arm off, bonbon falls into ballpit and freddy can’t find him. he gets thrown out again because kids have trashed him. a few years pass while he’s stuck in the junkyard and bonbon is unconscious in the ballpit world in the past. Oswald finds him and they

If that sounded interesting here’s the full ramble ⬇️⬇️

Considering one of bonbon’s functional purposes on funtime freddy being a lookout (bonbon is described as “parental tracking/360 pivot” on freddy’s blueprints.) I think he’d use that to help Oswald and act as a lookout, keeping track of where threats are and informing him when one’s coming closer and from what direction. he would try to trick him sometimes out of pure mischief though.

also i think bonbon himself probably wouldn’t have that “kill kids when they’re alone” programming just because he’s so small so he wouldn’t get the job done quickly, he would probably only tell freddy “hey nobody’s around, get that kid” so with freddy not even there he isn’t much of a threat to Oswald unless he chooses to be.

AAANYWAY how bonbon got in the ballpit ❤️ keep in mind a lot of this is entirely from my brain. at this point we’re getting into “entirely canon divergent” levels of AU so be warned

i thought it would be funny if freddy and cb got into a fight and cb just beat the shit out of him. based on 2 things: 1. the fight when they kicked baby out of the ennard hivemind and 2. a roblox rp i was in 😭😭 LOLL it wasn’t a serious rp (at least not on my end, i think the person playing CB was being for real) but it was so funny i loved it

SO anyway i figured the only reason they were able to beat baby was because it was all the funtimes working together and because they were kind of all equally distributed in ennard. i think if it was just funtime freddy trying to fight circus baby he would 100% lose she’s like a foot taller than him

so freddy gets his shit rocked, and management is like “we’re done with this guy he sucks” and throws him out. Jeff’s Pizza picks him up like “hell yeah weird mascot thing” and puts him in the ballpit room to stand there and let kids climb on him. eventually because he’s still pretty broken his arm breaks off from the weight of a bunch of kids hanging on it and it falls into the ballpit. later on he goes looking for his arm and bonbon and can’t find either of them.

the pizza place ends up throwing him out because the kids are just trashing him and he ends up in the junkyard where millie’s grandpa finds him years later. I’d imagine in that time he would become an urban legend of sorts, wandering around looking for things nobody can find, and taking the life of the occasional kid who’s out past their bedtime. He’d become more jaded and cynical instead of his former silly self during this time too.

HI GUYS FUTURE LEMON HERE i had this in drafts and now im looking at it again. there’s a detail i forgot! while time passes in the ballpit world, no time passes in the real world 😃 fuck! SOO that kinda fucks this story up but ALSO. this is an AU. i can do what i want. and i don’t think the story will be too horribly affected if i just disregard that? so that’s what im doing 👍

[ledetlore]

listen, i know everyone hates nathaniel coal and a small part of me does too, but a bigger part of me ACHES wondering about how much he's feeling right now. i mean!! here is your son. your first baby. you loved him so much. you didn't always get it right, and you did your best, even if you didn't have help. maybe, at some point, you started noticing what he lacked, and maybe you pushed him to be better, but that's only because you saw so much potential in him! for the longest time, it was you and him against the world... until suddenly, it wasn't. and that broke you.

but you got up! bc if there's one thing you know how to do, it's to keep going! it's to keep working! to keep living! you have more kids, your family grows, you have more boys and a girl. you can never replace your first baby, but life has gotten better.

and then suddenly. he's back! the son you thought you lost is back!! and he's different and he's hurt and he's been used and abused and oh, he asks you, where were you? why didn't you come after me? why did i have to be the one to go to you? why did you give up? you didnt give up on my your life here, you got up, got better, but not once did you come after me? not once? you gave up on me that easily, papa?

anyway. here's my partner. this man you think of as a monster. he's my family now. he was there for me when you weren't. he knows things about me i'll never tell you.

gideon never says all those things, but that's what nathaniel hears.

what's an old man to do, then, huh? what's an old man to do with all these feelings? does anyone know? certainly not nathaniel coal.

anyway. i can't wait for the breakdown that's about to happen. your fic has me by the throat.

i miss the boys, though. gricko would not STAND for this behavior from the coals, im sure of it.

also are we ever going to figure anything out about gideon's mom?

okay this ask got me so bad I ran a bubble bath, cracked open a nice cold cider and I'm now gonna answer best as I can. Just imagine me typing this on a layer of white bubbles.

Technically, this is answered over the next chapters, but I can give you a sneak peak.

Okay, let's get into it. Radiohead is playing, I am emotional, and fuck it, I wanna answer.

Without giving too much away;

Pa loves Gideon. He loves his kids. When you love something with your whole heart and it goes, it takes your heart with it. None of Pa's kids will ever know what Pa was with Gideon, and they sort of know it, with the way he gets sometimes - looking at the fields like there's still someone running through them when they're all inside. Hopeful.

Pa woke up to Gideon left on his doorstep, months after what he thought was a casual lay with a woman he thought he had dreamed. Parents dead, ranch just about running, about twenty three with no clue in the world of what to do with himself or a baby.

Giving up his youth for the baby, cause that's what you do when you're a good man with a big heart. He gave every part of that big heart to Gideon, keeping just enough back to keep his body running.

Then it's burning.

He's screaming, your baby is screaming, and you're running out to touch him, save him, stroke his hair and whisper that you'd never let anything happen - when a thud hits you, something dark and sharp across your face like the world's cruelest slap.

You wake up to a friend shaking you, begging you to be alive. You get up and you look for him, for your baby, but all there is are steadily filling train tracks, the scent of sulfur, and a long dark horizon.

You lose yourself. You give up. You drink, but that's not enough. Suddenly, all the coin you've been saving? Women. More drinks. Waking up in ditches.

You meet a girl two years younger than you. You saw her when you were younger, in the market with her mother while you had just lost yours.

You fuck her. She's lovely, she's sweet, it's her first time - it's your fiftieth. A month later she runs to your house, paint peeling, still smoke-stained. She's pregnant.

You could get a healer, sweep it all away, but fuck, she's scared. You feel responsible. Suddenly, you're swearing to do right by her and the kid, barely an hour after drinking another bottle of whiskey down. Maybe it helps. Maybe it doesn't.

So you buck up. Quit cold, you ain't a fucking wimp. She helps you, the first few months, and then you're helping her, she's tired, she's hurting, she's got a baby in her and God don't you remember how hard it was to have one just show up?

She gives birth. It's painful, she's screaming, your favourite hat tears in your hands from how tight you're holding it.

You don't give the baby your name, that was Gideon's. You call him John Markus Cowle - it's a fine name enough. The woman, she's sweaty, exhausted, eyes bagged and hands shaking.

She's never looked more beautiful.

You marry the next year, and the ceremony is empty on your side of the aisle, but she's stunning in her white dress. You fall harder than you thought possible.

Life goes on. Three more children, the third a surprise neither expected but both want so so terribly. She's a girl, and suddenly there's two angels in your life. You love and care for your sons, but baby girl is special- the first deep love you've felt since Gideon.

Life is beautiful, for a while. She grows up, like her mother but so stubborn, like you.

Then he comes back.

The day isn't even special. it's not an anniversary or a holiday. It's the start of another week in growing season.

You feel everything, so you make yourself feel nothing. Close yourself. Struggle to speak. He looks nothing like your baby, but all like you, the curve of his brows like his mother (distant as she is in your mind) and scarred like a circus lion. His tail, which used to smack you in bed, is gone. His horns are smaller than you thought they'd be.

He's shackled.

Then out from behind him comes something you've only ever heard about. A lizardfolk. An alligator. Both predators.

You couldn't protect your son, and now there's four more of your babies that you can't see, can't defend. Your girl, your angel, she's too curious - she's so similar to Gideon, who's here now, and she's going to be hurt.

You can't lose another.

Gideon is so big, you can't fit his face in your palm anymore, he looks like you but just a little off, he's beautiful and everything you wanted to see him grow into.

This lizardfolk is dressed far too nice. That's... worse almost. Because the shackles on his wrists need to come from somewhere.

Dear Anon, you will see more soon. Pa also needs to work through this, and he's spent years treating the memory of Gideon like a drop of diamond, precious and unbreakable.

He's a complicated man. I am crying now, having written this out. God, I am not made for this kind of angst, and here I am, hurting myself.

There's going to be a moment it all crashes down and the rubble may not be able to be used to rebuild. Still, a foundation doesn't disappear.

[moonshynecybin]

do you have any motogp fic recs?

yeah sure man. im gonna keep it simple (ao3 only) because i am a capricious bookmarker and refuse to wade through the weeds of tumblr fic as im not a natural tagger. no order just vibes. all of these i love and reread !

cant change that, cant change you by kingsquarding

Marc at the ranch for the (second) first time.

this fic is the platonic ideal of marc and vale post reconciliation being TOGETHER and at the RANCH and trying to make it WORK but they are also. still being a little messed up. themes include: guilt. injury. marc trying to get vale to stop treating him like glass and FUCK HIM already because he doesnt want to admit that their relationship/his body has changed since he was twenty. delicious.

Che Spettacolo! by serve_cunt

“What do you think,” Vale says, and leans against the doorframe. “Will he come?” Uccio stays silent. Of course he will come, he wants to say. In what world does he stay away? In what world can he resist?

sending uccio to the cuck chair. outside POV rosquez always hits for me becuase they match each other's freak in so many ways its fun to see what antics they engage in as obsevered by someone more normal. in this case. uccio. also helps get around vale's shit ass communication because its him through the eyes of someone who KNOWS that vale is being WEIRD. even if marc doesnt. fun and SEXY. academic au by the same author ALSO slays

of crashing and burning (and falling for you) by Anonymous

It has always been Marc and Valentino, Valentino and Marc. Two rivals inseparable on- and off-track throughout their careers, their story so closely intertwined they might as well have been the same person, dominating their beloved sport between the two of them. Then Marc breaks his arm, Vale loses their championship, and they are left trying to pick up the pieces. AKA a rosquez same age AU.

someone wrote out. elle and i's same age au. and it was so perfect i legit struggle to answer asks about this au now because im just like. its in the AU !!! its all here !!! really nails vale in this specific scenario imo... all the love and resentment and self-imposed walls and. my favorite of all. the exact way these guys talk in press conferences. like their exact diction. hits the spot beautifulperfect

arms out like an angel by yekoc

“Does Marc still work here?” he asks. He can’t think of the word for performing. “I dunno, man,” the guy says. “Sorry, I’m new.” Vale blinks at him. “Find out,” he says, and then, annoyed at himself for the impatience, “if you can. I came a long way.”

the efficiency of word choice in terms of characterization in this one really moves me... every line has implications !!! sexy ones even !!! and theres so much baseline CHEMISTRY and inability to really STAY AWAY from each other but also. a tense little undercurrent of slight misunderstanding and hurt that makes it stand out... i also just love fics where marc pushes back just a lil and vale has to like. figure out what to do with that. in a horny way. yekoc's bezzcele also goes crazy if you wanna think about nipple piercings as much as i do

All I Wanted by agnst-crrnt

The first time it happens is just after Marc’s 10th birthday. He’s about to complain to his parents about how Álex always finishes the milk and then puts it back into the fridge, when the faces of his parents’ blur in front of him. Marc closes his eyes, trying to make it better and grabs onto the edge of the table. He can hear his mama ask him if he’s okay, before everything stops. or Rosquez Time Travel Au, where Marc randomly gets teleported through time, always ending up somewhere around Vale

hey thats my friend. rosquez time travel au as ive said my favorite thing to think about maybe EVER !!! really love the strict marc POV on this one and how you REALLY see the. youre in love so you go. and his just. his ceaseless romanticism and optimism wrt to vale and their relationship that fits this fic concept SO well. guest appearances from pedrenzo as well yayyyyy

i give into the fall series by lestelledreams

Her and Pol were good; they did win a gold at Junior Worlds after all, and that’s not something anyone can just go out there and do. But her and Valentino – they could become great. Mar’s never been more sure of anything in her life. or, The first year of Mar's and Vale's partnership.

genderbend figure skating au where marc gets to have all his weird injury complexes explored AND it gets slutty AND we get to see his freak ass ambition. imagine if motogp was a pairs sport (like actually not just in a fake way) and marc had the option of pairing up with vale. imagine how crazy he would go trying to make that happen adfhdflk

a hundred ninety-nine degrees by hardlythewiser (sequinedfairy)

“You should fuck me again,” Bez says. It trips out, all his defenses worn down by the long, annoying day of meetings, by the feeling of Cele above him, pressing him down into the couch, by Cele’s bright clear gaze. Above him, Cele doesn’t smile with his whole face, scrunching up his eyes, like he did the first time Bez asked. He doesn’t smile at all, just keeps looking at Bez. “Really?” he asks. “I didn’t know – did you like it, last time?”

cele tops lets GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. some fics just. have an ability to pierce directly towards what actually and precisely makes a pairing or a situation or a dynamic SEXY, while also revealing a new facet of said dynamic that i've never thought about in depth before. this is one of those. fuck him!!! make him cry !!!! perfect !!!

i was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy (whose reality i knew was hopeless to be had) by babynflames

In Motegi 2005, Hiroshi Aoyama wins his first race during his home GP, Dani Pedrosa gets second while hiding a fractured humerus and Jorge Lorenzo is handed a one race ban for riding in a irresponsible manner after nearly colliding with Dani and causing de Angelis to abandon the race, leaving the third position to Casey Stoner. The haircutting is incidental.

dyke PEDRENZO. fic that is fun and funny and filled to the BRIM with the kind of homoerotic tension you can only have between two teenage dykes in direct competition who dont even know theyre horny about each other except they REALLY kind of do. also. the best sports rpf to me always engages with a sport on a sociological level... also just love the writing style on this. direct and avoidant at the same time. very dani in sexuality crisis to me aljfdhl

[lunarle-old]

Do you have an idea of what you're going to write next ?

Yes... And No.

The current plan is to write my dragon fic. I looove dragons, and I've always loved fics that make my favs dragons. Hoarding Humans is a good example of that ;P I really wanna do it myself! I feel a little weird directly using the concept of HH (just the idea of a dragon's hoard being humans! i've been obsessed with it ever since!!)... I know there's a whole Inspired tab thing on ao3 but remember I was brought up in the animation meme community trenches. I've seen some very vile things said to ""copycats"" (and it's usually just somebody who took inspiration off of someone elses art style or a certain part of another persons meme @_@ don't get me STARTED on the ragebait...) and I am not in the proper emotional state to handle that right now QwQ

However that doesn't mean I can't write about dragons. I have some ideas in mind-- I've properly conceptualized my go-to fantasy world for AUs like this. I know who the main cast would generally be (DICE! Kokichi rounds up some of his classmates from in game :P so people like Gonta, K1B0, Miu, Kaede, Rantaro. . . maybe Kirumi? I have lore trust me. I'm cooking.) I know the main premise of the story, and it goes into my own bullshit with dragons, because lord knows I ever follow any actual myths or tales (´ﾟωﾟ｀) (i read wings of fire that's good enough for me!!!)

I am still trying to learn how to draw dragons in a way I like though. Here's my concept for Maki and Shuichi ^^"

Overall the chances of this fic happening after HGH, as of right now, are fairly high. This is what I plan to write once I'm done with HGH.

But please, please please keep in mind that I . . . am absolutely horrible with making promises about my fics. I'm so forgetful I forget to even check my notes to see what I've forgotten. T_T my fics would be a tiny bit better than they are now if I actually kept track of wtf im doing. maybe i should make a checklist.

Point is, I don't know if this is what I'll write once HGH is done. I've done some estimating and while, for once, I do not have a concrete ending in mind, I can guess how long this'll be. I think... it might be around as long as M5? Somewhere around that 130k mark. Again!! I'm not sure!! I need to figure out what I'm gonna be doing for the non-Tsumugi half of the "recovery" arc, so who knows what the word count for this is gonna be T_T. MY POINT!! MY POINT IS THAT!!! It could change. By the time I'm done with HGH, I might write this dragon fic. I might write a differeny fic. Or I'll lose motivation to write anything for a bit. Lord I am yapping so I'll move on

Que transition, with all that being said, I do have Other ideas in mind!! Ones I've been sitting on for a while!

ONE. Saimatsu mansion :D I've mentioned it here and there, but the idea is that Shuichi and Kaede are plopped on an island and have to escape. It's one of those more out there ideas G_G and I haven't really descended into my full levels of insanity yet (wait until i start posting my crossover aus /j), but this would be bordering on it. I have some more minor ideas for this one, but I haven't rlly explored it yet :'3

TWO. remember unexpendable? yeah so i. i really really like crossover aus. almost as much as i like giving them superpowers. I was thinking of an Undertale x DR fic where I drop Shuichi into the underground. Undertale is super special to me,, it got me out of a really dark place. My favorite OC of mine (Montserrat<3) is an Undertale OC! So I think it'd be a lot of fun, especially since Danganronpa is basically the reason I'm like?? actually living now XD I got a job because posting my DR fics helped me overcome enough of my social anxiety to get employed. So!! It'd be nice. i also think shuichi and papyrus would get along do NOT @ me also undyne would scare the shit out of him. Anyways I dunno if this would be another oneshot, considering the, uh. length of the game. and how insane i could rlly go if i went into the neutral /genocide route stuff too. I dunno. It'd be fun :P i also have doodles wait

THREE. I don't know what could and couldn't be used for a plot twist so I'll keep it vague, but basically it's a fic that involves the ENTIRE CAST. A bit of a challenge for myself. Everyone's back! And all of the blackeneds revert to, like... HGH levels of despairs. So it's up to everyone whos still normal to find a way to make them also normal before, uh. things get worse. TV GIRL BLAST 💥 (oh yeah this would be a kaede-centric fic! her pov for the majority. i had a lot of fun writing her during Unexpendable and i miss her </3)

FOUR. i got really into in stars and time so now i'm even more not normal about time loops. so let's put shuichi in another one! but i wanted to shake it up a bit and really let my less canon-reliant, more creative side flow a bit. It'd also be kind of a message to myself about life... WHATEVER Thats not important. What is important is, hey! I've been watching WAY too many Minecraft ARG analysises than what could possibly be considered healthy for my anxiety, so now I want to sic a bunch of them on Shuichi. this things unfinished because i only have very vague ideas for a few of the loops... but the overarching idea is that even the smallest (but impactful!) change in a choice can lead to an entirely different loop, with an entirely different entity. and during all of the loops, shuichi gets little bits and pieces to the bigger picture, which will break him out of the loops. idk this seems like a big and tiring project so this is more of a "maybe" than the others but i still think it's cool :')

FIVE. ok this one isn't danganronpa... remember when I said I was super into In Stars and Time? I wanted to write an ISAT fic. Siffrin and Bonnie are so so special to me and i wanted to indulge in that. I haven't rlly been writing in my oneshots though so I don't really have a grip on writing anyone from ISAT,, so. :( i have to spiral into full insanity privately before i can determine what is safe to show the internet /hj

And that is all I can think of off the top of my head. :P These ideas have been brewing for quite a bit, and ones that have actual ideas to them. I dunno which one I'll write first... or even if I'll write them. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Who knows? Maybe I'll break my rules about writing two fics at a time. Just give me time ... and please be patient. I can only write so fast ＼(_ _)

[mintyeve322]

for anyone concerned by my writing style on my posts that my fic(s) might have no capital letters, random capital letters, or some other issue, i just wanted to clarify i type posts and messages very different from stories.

in stories I'll use proper punctuation, capitalization, spelling, and grammar. (at least to the best of my ability) i just couldn't give two shits about that stuff while I'm rambling here.

just a warning or heads up, haha.

anyway, so that we're on topic, fiddlestan time below the cut.

I think their relationship is pretty quick to take off but slow to be official. i feel like Stan is so starved for affection that she's scared to acknowledge her feelings, especially since affection is sometimes just "platonic girl stuff". don't worry stan, overly affectionate heterosexual female friends drive me insane too.

on Fidd's part, i think she is hesitant to make things official because at first she's not sure if her feelings are genuine or if she's accidentally using Stan, but once she realized thats not it, she's still hesitant to say anything because she doesn't wanna make Stan uncomfortable if she's not right about her feelings.

Fidds is a people pleaser and unhinged as hell before she uses the memory gun, let alone afterwards, so she for sure has made or aquired some crazy shit as gifts for Stan. She for sure has made her at least one robot that malfunctioned and had to be decommissioned, she bought Stan a fish, I'll do some fish research to figure out what kind later but it has some sort of significance, to occupy the empty tank in the shack since Frilliam is lost at sea. She's probably helped Stan make exhibits and made a cryptid up that reminds her of Stan. I feel like she'd get gifts for Stan constantly, and Stan wouldn't know how to act about it because her instinct is to be skeptical of kindness but Fidds was her sister's friend and she hasn't asked Stan for anything in return and she doesn't know why.

Related to Stan's belief that affection is transactional, if Fidds ever gets nervous about the portal or if Stan keeps something from her, like why she got arrested last night or where she found a part and Fidds says she owes Fidds an explanation, Stan will shut down and probably cry in her room for an hour.

Stan is VERY worried that Fidds is gonna reveal one day that she's only there for some sort of payment or gain on her end, and if she even implies that Stan owes her something, Stan will spiral until Fidds is able to figure out the problem and apologize, even if she agrees that she does owe Fiddleford something for all she's done.

Related to this, there's probably a period of time where Fidds is working really hard, to the bone, for Stan. She hates not feeling useful and may have hit a road block she's trying to push through or something, and when Stan tells her to take a break, she interprets it as a sarcastic "just let me do it, idiot" comment and not the "please take a break im worried about you" way stan intended it, due to the fact Ford, with her one track mind, has been harsh to her in that way before.

Fidds is apologetic and swears she's almost got it she just needs more time and please don't maker her leave she promises she can do it, and Stan has to basically grab her, look her in the eyes, and tell her she just needs to take a break and come back later. Fidds says she just wants to be useful for Stan, and Stan tells her she doesn't care if she's useful, she just needs her there and burning herself out working on the project is not worth it. they have a long conversation about how even if fidds never worked on the project again Stan would still want her around and its sad and fluffy.

also a thing where stan gets frustrated and implies Fidds isnt useful and has to comfort her and insist that isn't what she meant because it genuinely wasn't what she meant agh i love miscommunication hurt/comfort

idk im rambling and i feel like we're all so busy unpacking Stan's trauma we forget that Fidds has very real trauma from her work with Ford that has plenty of hurt/comfort potential as well.

[outofmydepthatapublicbeach]

the field- Julien Baker x fem!reader

summary: After getting back from the craziness of tour, you and Julien crave something spontaneous, which leads you to "frolicking" in a field.

jj chats: this was completely inspired by the photo below!!! and im not sure who took or where it orginically came from, I found it on pinterest!!

word count: 1000ish

warnings: RPF, kissing, the "L" word, pet names (just baby i think)

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

You and Julien wouldn’t exactly call yourselves an adventurous couple. You appreciated familiarity. The comfort of a close-by restaurant, the same paths to walk on, you two were homebodies, through and through. With the end of Boygenius’ tour, came the end of the constant traveling and the constant sight-seeing that came with visiting the world's largest cities. You two loved being able to relax in your own home again. Until that feeling of wanting more kicked in, you both started to crave those impulsive, on-the-go feelings that came with being on tour.

One morning, still curled up in your array of fluffy blankets, your girlfriend rolls on her side, turning to face you, “Do you want to get out of town for a little while?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, cocking your head.

“You know, go somewhere else, I feel like we’ve been trapped in this house for far too long.” She laughed, face scrunching up.

You thought about it for a second, you were a little bored, “That would be fun, where were you thinking of going?” You suddenly felt all giddy with the idea of getting away for a little bit, especially just you and Julien.

“Maybe a road trip? That could be fun,” Julien giggles, wrapping her body around yours.

Your smile is ear-to-ear as you say “A road trip is then!”

It takes the two of you an hour to get up, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your bed a little too much. But when you two do get up, you start grabbing chargers and toothbrushes and packing little two-nighter bags. Getting ready to stuff it all into your car and drive off into the sunset. Once in the car, Julien drives (naturally) you are in charge of the music.Pretty soon the car is filled with the sounds of your voices screaming out lyrics as you drive fast down the highway. 

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“Jules?” 

Julien glances over at you, hand resting on your thigh “Yes baby?”

“How long have we been on the road?” 

“I think about three hours,”

Looking around, you spot nothing but fields full of tall grass. “Where are we going again?”

“Nowhere in particular,” Her head turns to the side, facing you, while still keeping her eyes on the road. “Do you want to stop here and explore?”

A funny look dawns on your face as you stare blankly at Julien “But we’re in the middle of nowhere, there's only fields around here.”

As if a light bulb actually went off above her head, Juliens eyes and facial features lit up, “You just gave me the best idea ever! I’m gonna pull off the road up here!”

“Wait Jules what!” Your hand grasps the center console as your car takes a sharp turn to the left. The car slowed down as it approached a patch of land that was just dirt. Decades of cars parked in the same spot left indents into the ground like the intricacies of a fingerprint. 

Julien stopped the car and unhooked her seat belt, giving you a wild smile. She suddenly threw open her car door and jumped out, slamming the door behind her. Your eyes tracked her figure as she jogged over to your side, opening the door for you like the gentleman she was. 

She reached a hand out to help you get out of the car. “Jules, what are we doing?'' Your hand fell into hers, a natural instinct at this point. She tugged on your hand as you were now standing on the dirt patch. You closed the car door behind as Julien led you into the field.

The grass was so tall you couldn’t see over it, which concealed you and your beloved from anyones view, not that there was anyone close enough to stare, as you were still in the middle of nowhere. Yet the thought of this level of privacy was so intimate to you. Spending quality time with the love of your life had never felt as good as it did right now. Julien continued to lead you through the field, using her own body to push through the grass that was taller than her. 

“Isn’t this fun?” she erupted in giggles. After a little more wading through the field she turned to you, looking deeply into your eyes. “I always wanted to frolic in a field with you.” 

“Doesn’t frolicing require dancing around?” you laugh ebulliently.

Julien giggled at your comment, “Let me rephrase that, I’ve always wanted to walk around a field with you.” 

Your grasp on her hand tightened, tugging her closer to you. The air was chilly, yet the combined body heat was enough to warm you. Julien’s other hand found a place on your cheek, brushing some hair behind your ear. Leaning into her palm you whispered “I’m so happy right now.”

“Is that so?” Julien murmured, entranced. Her gaze, however safe you felt in it, always made you feel as if she was staring into your soul, memorizing each fear, each dream, each crack and crevice. Committing them to memory so she’d never forget. You’d never felt so vulnerable, so loved.

The feelings you held were hard to put to words, so you decided to simply say “Just you…make me happy. So happy.” 

Julien’s face broke out in a heart-mending smile. She leaned in, closing the distance between you two with a gentle kiss. You free hand snaked its way around her neck, pulling her in even closer. The kiss turned from one of a more innocent approach to one that was feuled by passion. Lips melted together in one harmonisous rhythm of love.

When you both pulled away for air, the silence was replaced with 3 simple words, words that you had been praying every night to hear from Julien, “I love you.”

Your cheeks hurt from how hard you were smiling, yet the pain felt good, it felt right. In the moment nothing else mattered but the woman in front of you.

[omgsuperstarg]

Shut up and Drive- Toto Wolff x Assistant! Reader

Another one shot with the Capricorn King Toto Wolff. I hope yall like it and subscribe for more

This short is based on this video with him and his lovely wife Susie!!! Ughhh I live for them soo much, they're such a cute and POWERFUL COUPLE!!!!

Alright!!! Let's burn some rubber!!!!!!!!!!

As one of Toto's assistants, it's stipulated that you keep him on track of his appointments and all drama that entails throughout the day. You had your fair share of chaos and it always goes on overdrive on a race weekend. Right now the team is currently in Miami for another Race for the 2023 season and with the sweltering sun and hotter cars it was shaping up to be another fun weekend.

This is your outfit. imagine the Mercedes shirt replacing the blouse

Your gloves

You were multitasking between your computer and Toto and Bono as they analyzed data before the race kicked off when suddenly your best friend and Mercedes' Social Media moderator Jessica approached you.

"Y/N just the girl I wanted to see, I have a fun assignment for you," She says smiling evilly

"Oh boy, I know im gonna regret life choices ", I respond playfully scared.

"Don't worry love, you're going to be doing this assignment with Toto so you'll be safe. How do you feel about driving around the BOSS", she says wringing her hands like a bond villain.

"What are we waiting for, LETS GOO!!", you say pulling her towards the beloved team principal.

Once Toto was caught up to speed, both you and Toto proceeded to the vehicle with your cell phone out to capture it all.

Entering the car, you strapped in your seatbelt and began to record your POV.

"Okay guys, here I am bout to be driven around the track by my Boss. If you don't hear from me again you know who to look at", you say while flipping the camera to show your boss.

"Don't worry, you'll be completely fine and ill even drive slow", the statuesque man sounds while patting my shoulder in a comforting way.

"You say that now but I know the gears be running in your head on ways to torment me. I can feel this is your hazing ritual for me since I'm new," you say while giggling. Your face however is still sceptical, the car begins moving as you begin to further document your trip and that's when the chaos starts.

Toto pumps the gas without warning and the speed was astounding like any adrenaline junkie you begin to cheer in delight.

"Wooooo, this is what im talking bout. It's official I'm petitioning for Toto to be a stunt driver!!", you say as your body slightly moves with the car as it turns.

"I wonder if the fans petitioned you to be James Bond, cuz you have the vintage look of the early movies but a lot more gentlemanly. "you say as you whip your head to the statuesque Austrian.

"A few times, I thought about acting, but I figured it wasn't my place.", he says wistfully.

"Alright boss man,it's the final turn. Give me some speed and remember, if I aint feeling some kind of G force you going too slow."you say while giggling.

You take notice of his playful smile,which resembles a wolfish grin. You couldn't help but snap a picture to remember the moment. This should be one of the main pictures of the post. Sadly, all things must end. Finally, it's your turn.

You decided to wear your fingerless leather gloves for this moment and connect your phone to the car's radio since you have the perfect song in mind.

"Okay, now I have one of my lovely assistants to take her little spin round the track," the leader responds with his Austrian accent shining through.

I'm lovely?!?! Aweee sir, you flatter me, but I hope you don't mind if I put on a little music for us to cruise to, "you say, smiling in glee.

So you turn the radio up and started off slow. After the road was clear, I went full-on fast and furious.

You were hitting those turns like the drivers on the track.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself boss", you state while keeping eyes on the road and jamming to the song on the radio. "I can truly say that this is an experience. I love your touch of the gloves and playing Rihanna is quite fitting for the situation", he speaks with his joyful laugh filling your ears.

"I never thought you would be a Rihanna fan", playfully gasping at his statement. You can thank my eldest daughter for that", he says.

"Are you sure you're not a driver?", the boss man playfully asks. "No, I wish. Maybe if I have gotten into it from a young, now I would've been turning heads but I'm happy where I am, I still get to be in a world I love with the most chill team EVER!!", you say getting a little emotional.

The car slows down as you return to the pits, wishing the time wasn't over. After exiting you gave Toto a hug thanking him for a great time as well as for putting up with your crazy fun.

"I enjoyed it and I sure as hell wouldn't mind doing a carpool karaoke with you the next time",

"I've already made note of it sir and Im looking forward to hearing THAT VOICE", you say as you conclude your heart-to-heart heading back to the garage to observe the good chaos of race day.

[l-3m]

Karol (all prns but im gonna mostly use they/them) OC info dump :PP (drawings are kind of inconsistent cuz im still trying to figure out their look)

Quick info:

Karol works in the hellsing organization they pretty much act like a secretary , taking care of the archives, collecting information (helping Walter around with paper work ofc) and delivering letters or writing them. When needed they can go on a mission and look for the target kind of like a tracking dog but it's very rare for them to do that now (used to be more frequent when Alucard wasn't around). They were born and lived in Poland after the war they moved to United Kingdom (I'm still working on thier backstory and how they became a werewolf so i'll post more abt it later).

Their personality:

Karol has been trough alot but tries to keep going an denjoy life. They are very very quiet almost non verbal around most people, unless they have to speak they won't. The sitation changes when it's people close to them they are much more active and talktive. They value quality time alot, literally trying to spend as much time as it's possible with someone they like. Often talking to themselves or huming songs while working or walking around the mansion

Tbh i don't have much to write about here they are still wip but i do have some interactions w canon characters andother silly stuff so i'll prob talk abt more in other posts BLEHH

[blackdollette]

ok this.. is an ollie thing coz i thought this would be cute plus he seems like the goofy guy to laugh a bit during sex. plus i dont feel like he gets enough loving

but ollie and reader who has NEVER had an orgasm. like she confesses to ollie "ive never came when we fuck. i cant even cum when im doing it myself" and shes laughing abt it and hes like "oh im gonna change that lol" and the ENTIRE time its him fingering her, eating her out, pulling her nips. everything. but then he figures it out. hes fucking her rly hard but then slows down a little, presses in deep and pushes against her lower stomach. and she just moans in a way hes never heard before. so he keeps his hand on her stomach, pressing lightly, and fucking her deep. and she has her first orgasm and shes a lil scared by it coz its such a new feeling but he LOVES it.

my precious little ollie.

"better than i ever even knew." | ollie sway

video games. - lana del rey

female!reader x ollie

contents: masturbation, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

you and ollie were sitting down beside his bed in the middle of the night, listening to an old track.

a few minutes before, he had walked in on you fingering yourself, making things get pretty awkward from there. but he stayed and the two of you started talking. you seemed a little shy. "I was just... trying to get an orgasm..." you said nervously.

he looked very puzzled. "why do that when I'm here? you know I could give you one." and that's when you broke the news that you'd never had an orgasm before. you'd expected him to be upset about that, about the fact that he's never been able to give you one, but he just gave you a dumb little grin. "well I guess I'm the lucky bastard that gets to give you your first."

you were a little shocked at his response, but he picked you up and put you on the bed. he helped slip your little nightgown off of you and started kissing down your body, starting at your neck and moving down. he left little red marks all over your collarbone, stopping at your cleavage. he took one of your tits into his mouth and started biting it softly, making you whimper.

you'd heard of nipple-induced orgasms before but had never understood how people went about getting one, so this was really opening your eyes to something new. he reached one of his hands down and started rubbing your little pussy, making your body shake a little.

he eventually went down and started eating you out, licking every part of it, not missing a single spot, but you still couldn't find yourself getting closer to an orgasm. that's when ollie decided to go old school. his cock had been aching for touch ever since he saw you touching yourself, so he decided to stop fighting it and just go for it.

he laid down on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing himself in. you were so tight and he was filling you up so well. he started fucking you faster and hard, not even taking time to breathe. you were a moaning mess, grabbing handfuls of his hair and wrapping your legs around his waist.

ollie's hand crept to your stomach, feeling himself inside of you each time he pulled himself in and out of you. he took a moment to catch his breath before slowly pushing himself all the way in, pressing his hand onto your lower stomach. this was it. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a high-pitched squeal was drawn out of you.

"o-oh..! you like that, huh?" ollie whispered. you were unable to get words out at that point, so you nodded frantically. he started fucking you slowly and sensually, pressing on that place on your stomach. you couldn't explain how good it felt. new sensations were shooting through your body.

ollie continued to slowly pull himself out of you and push himself deep into you, feeling his cock throb inside of you. you felt a shiver travelling through your spine as the pleasure started building up inside of you. your body was trembling and heating up.

you didn't know what was going on. it felt like your soul was literally leaving your body. then ollie started slowly rubbing your clit, and you felt yourself let go completely. and then it happened. it felt a million fireworks going off inside of you. you were sweating, your back was arching, and your toes were curling. this was it. your first orgasm.

ollie felt your pussy clenching around him in a way that it never had before. he had done it. a major sense of accomplishment flooded through him as he saw you coming down from it. he pulled out of you, even though he didn't get to cum. he looked at you lovingly and kissed your forehead. "are you ok? do you need anything? did that feel good?"

he was bombarding you with questions, so you just laughed and pulled him into a soft kiss. "that was perfect, ollie. thank you." he let out a breath of relief and lay down beside you. he looked at you and smiled. "so, rate your first orgasm out of 5." you thought for a moment. "5 stars, of course. and it was all thanks to you." he pulled you into him, cradling you in his arms as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

author's note: thank you so much for the request! this took a while to come out so thank you so much for being patient with me. requests are now open!

[gaygirldoodles]

Im gonna make a two posts about my original characters and then one thats about the world building. This one is about my characters that have their own world, the other will be about my pjo ocs. I'm gonna link both at the end of this as soon as I am done

I don't have too much in the way of epic backstories for most of my characters. Their lives are pretty chill before and after the plot besides maybe Delilah

Cw major character death

Delilah is a mage. Mages are like a sub-species of human that are super closely related to Homo Sapiens except they have an organ that allows them to use magic (more abt them in the other post)

Delilah is born into the house of Ainsworth which basically means her family is old money and they have quite the reputation when it comes to teaching about magic and selling magic stuff

Delilah wasn't the most rebellious child, but it was clear that she did not want to inherit the family business, reputation, etc or want to have that burden placed on her from a young age. This was a problem since she was the only heir of the Ainsworth family since her mother nor anyone else in the family really had kids

Delilah's mother ends up deciding to put an illegal tracking spell on Delilah to help keep her in check and stuff

The reason the spell is illegal is partially because Delilah was around eight years old when it was placed on her and partially because it hurts like hell to be cast

The spell left a lichtenberg scar on her back that stemmed from the basr of her neck that only grew as she aged and her magic matured

She always wears long shirt and turtlenecks/scarves and stuff like that to hide her scar since her mom never wanted anyone to find out

Btw her dad died pretty early on

Anyways, eventually she figured out a way to counter the tracking spell so long as she refreshed it every so often and she fled to some city where she met some of the other ocs

Before she fled, she discussed her plan with Rose, her best friend, until it was absolutely perfect

Delilah started rooming with Taylor (and they were roommates!) and they even worked the same job at a local cafè

There, Taylor introduced her to Lily and Chloe and they would all become fast friends with one another

During this period, Delilah and Rose often caught up with eachother via letters. Although Rose was very happy about how her friend was able to leave her abusive mother, she still deeply missed her friend

Taylor and Delilah start catching feelings for eachother but Lily, Chloe, and even Rose, all figure out way faster than they do

They end up having their first kiss together under a mistletoe on Christmas while they were taking their break at their usual spot. This was entirely planned by Lily and Chloe and they watched as they continued on with their shift

Not too long after, I'd say about March, Delilah either forgets to refresh the counter-tracking spell, or it fails somehow or something like that, but either way, her mother finds her and makes her come back home so she can marry this guy to help the business (how homophobic)

The guy she's supposed to marry doesn't like the idea much either and helps her not have to go through with it

Taylor and co. crash the wedding, Tayor says I object, etc etc and Delilah doesn't have to get married since legal loopholes and it not being an actual arranged marriage more like a forced one (its complicated)

Before that however, Delilah's mom decides to be a dick and turn Lily into a crow which kinda really sets off Delilah. She's so angry in fact, that she makes all the silverware, plates, and cups float but before she can attack her mother, Rose who had been attending, stops her

She gets Lily turned back into a human, but after a few weeks of being back home, she starts being able to understand crows. Then she starts to collect more shiny things. Then she stars growing feathers which she tries to pull out every morning until she can't keep it secret anymore.

Shortly after getting back home, Delilah and Taylor start dating and so do Lily and Chloe

Eventually, Lily can turn into a crow on command. I don't have a name for them yet, but although it is uncommon, normal folk with a mage ancestor(s) can sometimes gain abilities if they are hexed by a mage, depending on how far back the ancestor(s) was and stuff

The more she does stuff like that with her newfound abilities, the more she turns more crow-like

Her eyes change, she starts growing more feathers, and one night after really testing her powers, her feet change to more bird like, her fingers grow a bit longer, and even some of her organs change a bit which btw kinda really super hurts (jane doe quote)

Rose ends up visiting more often and since she's way better at potions/alchemy stuff, she whips up an elixr that helps keep Lily more human

At the last arc cus i have no idea how to do in between stuff, Delilah ends up doing the ome thing you're not supposed to do. Trusting strangers. By this point, girl is pretty desperate. She feels as if all this stuff her friends have gone through is her fault. She needs to protect them and she's greedy for power. Maybe if she wasn't so weak, she would help Chloe's siblings get out of that hellhole of a home.

So she ends up taking experimental magic steroids. Everyone told her this wasn't a good idea. But this is supposed to boost her magic! It was supposed to fix what was wrong with her!

It ends up making that magic sav organ work way too hard and overworks the heart. There's too much of that magic stuff in her bloodstream. It accelerates the growth of her scar, making it grow to her face and making her partially blind. Not that that would matter since she doesn't last too long after that. Give it at most 20 minutes before she passes.

I have more but its more ending stuff and i dont really have that much for in between so yeah

Also heres just a bit abt their identities:

Delilah: She is a lesbian and goes by she/her pronouns. she would be a Hecate kid if she was in pjo and she would be a Ravenclaw. I don't have a voice claim for her yet

Taylor: she is bisexual and uses she/they pronouns. She has big codependency problems and really freaked out when Delilah went missing and blamed herself a lot. She would be a child of Nike if she were in pjo and she really likes working out. She would also be a Gryffindor

Lily: She is asexual, demiromantic, and panromantic. She uses she/it pronouns. She would be a child of Iris if she was in pjo and a Hufflepuff. While she is quite intelligent, she is incredibly loyal to her friends and is the mom of the whole group.

Chloe: She is bisexual and goes by she/her pronouns. She would be a child of Apollo if she was in pjo and she would be a Hufflepuff. She is the sunshine friend of the group, always using her humor to help lighten the mood, even at inappropriate times.

Rose: She is aroace and goes by she/they pronouns. She would also be a child of Hecate if she was in pjo and she would be a Ravenclaw. She hates feeling left out and desperately needs to feel included. She puts in a lot of effort for her friends and is always there for them when she can be. She doesn't live in the same city as them, but she visits quite often. Aside from Delilah, she is the closest to Lily, especially since their personalities are pretty similar and since she makes the elixr for her.

[betweenthings2]

im a sucker for the trope so i would loooove your take on 1

Thank you for the ask!! The prompt list is here if anyone else wants to see it =)

Smut prompt 1- classic only one bed, then oh no we’re cuddling in our sleep that then evolves into sex

**this is adult content, proceed accordingly**

Matty has shared a lot of beds with George. They've shared since they were kids sleeping over at each other's houses through the early days of touring when there was only so much money for hotels. Matty knows how they fit together, knows that George likes to sleep with exactly one pillow, knows that George sleeps warm so Matty can hog all the blankets, knows exactly how to get in and out of bed so he doesn't wake George, knows that George will always wake up to be with him if he needs company. Matty knows George and he knows sharing a bed with George, he knows sharing with George. He knows George.

They don't share beds anymore, though. They share a lot, space, some clothes, snacks, cigarettes, joints, and lighters because Matty never manages to keep track of a lighter for longer than a week, but not beds, not any more. Not even with this new, fragile thing between them. It's the right thing to do, Matty figures, especially given his penchant for rushing and making a mess of things. He can't afford to make a mess of things with George.

So things go like that for a while, Matty and George in a careful dance around each other and everything is fine until there's a mix-up with a hotel and they end up sharing a room with a single king bed. That's fine, Matty figures, they've shared lots of bed and they're something like a couple, so it it's fine. That, and the fact that he's too exhausted to argue, too exhausted to do anything beyond lug his bag to the elevator and press the right button. George follows close behind, just as exhausted at Matty is.

Neither of them say anything when they get into the room, or through getting ready for bed. It's only when they're both ready to crawl into bed that Matty hesitates and speaks.

"Is this ok?" he asks. "I mean, we haven't, I don't want, I mean, I-"

"Matty, love," George interrupts, a little bit amused, "we've shared a bed before. Why wouldn't it be ok?"

Matty shrugs, a little bit helpless. He's not sure what he's worried about, but he is worried, so he tries, "We haven't shared since we’ve been," he gestures between them, not sure what word he should use.

George frowns. "Are you uncomfortable with sharing?"

Matty shakes his head. "No. Are you?"

"Not at all," is George's answer.

Matty hesitates, still.

"Matty?"

Matty sighs and looks around the room before looking back to George and saying, "It's just, we haven't, not since we started," he gestures between them, "this, and I don't, I don't wanna fuck it up." 

"You think you're gonna fuck it up because we share a bed?" George asks.

Matty huffs. "Sounds stupid when you say it like that."

"'s a little silly," George agrees. "But I'm not calling you stupid."

"I just," Matty pauses, "we don't do this. We don't share rooms and beds and I, I dunno."

"I do," George counters. "We're going to bed. You're exhausted. I'm exhausted. We're getting some sleep."

Matty looks like he's going to argue, but he doesn't, just climbs into bed.

"Is it that easy to tell you what to do?" George asks.

"No," Matty mumbles, but it's halfhearted and he cuddles as close as he thinks he can get away with.

George laughs and combs his fingers through Matty's hair, asking, "So you were anxious about sharing a bed but now that we're in bed together you're gonna be all cuddly?"

"Shut up," is Matty's response, but he can't help smiling a bit. "Go to sleep."

"Are you gonna go to sleep or are you gonna lay there worrying?" George counters.

"'m goin' to sleep," Matty responds. "'m exhausted."

"Alright," George agrees. "G'night."

"'night," Matty echoes.

Matty doesn't remember falling asleep, but when he wakes up, the hotel room is full of light and he and George are pressed impossibly close. George is still asleep and warm next to Matty, so he intertwines his fingers with George's where his hand rests against his ribs and goes back to sleep. The last thing that Matty thinks before he falls asleep is that he'd like to get used to sleeping like this.

The second time Matty wakes up, it's to George's fingers combing through his hair and the feeling of his cock taking interest in the way he and George are pressed together, so he shifts his hips, hoping to interest George, too.

"What are you doin'?" George murmurs.

"Mm, not sure yet," Matty answers, shifting again. "Why?"

"'m curious," is George's response.

"Wha' d'ya think 'm doin'?" Matty asks, shifting his hips again.

Carefully, George tugs his hand from Matty's and runs it down Matty's belly, then over his hip, then to his half hard cock, saying, "I think that you want something from me."

"Might be," Matty agrees. "Depends on if you wanna give it."

George works his hand into Matty's boxers and says, "You went from worried about sharing a bed, to cuddling, to wanting sex in ten hours? That might be a record."

"Not a record," Matty protests, but his breath hitches when George runs his thumb over the head of his cock.

"Not gonna argue with you," George responds. "Not when it's this easy."

"'m," Matty gasps, "not a slag."

"What do you do want, sweetheart?" George asks.

Matty thinks for a moment. They have the day off, so if they want, they can stay in this room all day. They don't have to go anywhere, no one expects anything of them and Matty can have whatever he wants. "I want you to fuck me" Matty decides.

George's hand stills in Matty's boxers and he takes a sharp breath. "Really?" he asks.

Matty nods. "Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Matty says.

George pulls his hand out of Matty's boxers and presses a kiss to his jaw, then says, "Gimme a minute. I'm gonna grab lube, ok?"

Matty nods and watches George climb out of bed, then cross the room to pull a small bottle of lube out of his suitcase before coming back. He pauses before getting back into bed to undress, which prompts Matty to sit up and do the same, but George stops him.

"Don't," he says. "Let me?"

"You like me that much, do you?" Matty asks, but he stops.

"I do like you that much," George agrees, getting back into bed. "I also happen to think that you're very, very pretty and I like undressing you."

"Is that all?"

"No," George responds, setting the lube aside and running his hand under Matty's t-shirt. "I just thought I'd end there before we both get distracted and I wanna look at you."

Matty lets George pull his t-shirt over his head, glancing away when George lets his gaze linger over Matty's bare skin.

"You gonna get shy now?" George asks, urging Matty to lay down with a hand on his shoulder.

"Only when you look at me like that," Matty responds, lifting his hips so George can pull his boxers off.

George runs his hand over Matty's hip, then trails his fingers up the underside of his cock, asking, "How else should I look at you? Like I don't think you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen? Like I don't wanna keep in bed all day?"

"Dunno," Matty admits, "but I'd be ok with staying here all day."

George smiles and leans down for a kiss, long and slow. When they separate, he moves on to pressing kisses along Matty's jaw, then down his neck, then chest, then down his belly to his hipbone, leaving red marks against Matty's pale skin as he goes, before sitting up and urging Matty's knees apart.

Matty follows George's urging and spreads his knees, watching as George settles between his legs.

"You're gorgeous," George murmurs, running his hand up the inside of Matty's thigh.

Matty flushes and glances away. He still hasn't gotten used to the way George compliments him.

"Don't do that," George says. "Let me compliment you."

"You can compliment me all you want," Matty responds, looking back. "I love compliments."

George grins and leans down for another kiss. "One day, I'm gonna sort that out, ya'know," he says as he sits up.

"Sort what out?"

"Your mouth," George answers, popping the cap of the lube open and spreading some over his fingers. "One day I'm gonna get you to just be quiet."

"Good, ah, luck," Matty responds, breath catching when George presses a finger into his hole.

"One day," George repeats, moving his finger a bit before adding a second finger.

Matty doesn't bother responding, just takes a careful breath and lets himself adjust to the feeling of George's fingers inside him. They've done this before, but only a couple times, and Matty continues to be surprised by the way George's fingers feel inside him. He's not sure why--he's had sex with men who aren't George--but maybe it's just that it's George and things are different with George.

"'s that easy?" George asks, crooking his fingers to press against Matty's prostate.

Matty shakes his head, but he's choked when he says, "No, 'm just givin' you some peace and quiet."

"Peace and quiet, huh?" George asks, adding a third finger.

Matty nods. "I talk a lot and, ah-" George brushes his fingers over Matty's prostate again "-you deserve some peace and, ah-" George repeats the motion "-quiet."

"I like listenin' to you, sweetheart," George murmurs, "but sometimes, peace and quiet's not so bad."

Matty huffs and shifts his hips, testing what George will let him get away with. George doesn't respond to that, just rubs his thumb over Matty's hip and keeps moving his fingers until Matty moves again.

"How're ya feeling?" George asks.

"'m ready, G," is Matty's answer.

George hums and keeps moving his fingers, saying, "You're ready when I decide you're ready."

Matty pouts and clenches around George's fingers. "Please?"

"We've got all day, Matty," George responds. "Let me?"

"I thought having all day meant, like, three rounds, not one torturously long round," Matty counters. "Please? You can torture me later, just, please, please, please, fuck me."

George stills his fingers but he doesn't remove them. Instead he says, "I kinda like hearin' you beg."

"Please, George?" Matty asks. "I need you, been thinkin' 'bout this for ages. Please, baby?"

"Since you asked so nicely," George decides, removing his fingers.

Matty whimpers at that. He feels empty.

"Just a minute," George promises, stroking his thumb over Matty's hip again before reaching for the lube and spreading it over his cock. He lines himself up but he pauses to ask, "Still ready?"

Matty nods, watching George's every move intently, but he looks away and his breath hitches when George starts pushing in.

"Doin' good, babe," George murmurs. When his hips are flush with the back of Matty's thighs, he stills to give Matty a moment to adjust. "Alright?" he asks.

Matty nods. "You can move," he says. "Please move?"

"You're needy, you know that?" George responds, moving just a bit and kissing Matty.

"Little bit," is Matty's answer, a little bit breathy, when they separate, "but you like me being needy."

"I like a lot of things about you," George counters, continuing with shallow thrusts that brush against Matty's prostate, "but right now, I really like how well you take me and how good you feel." He punctuates his words with a firmer thrust to Matty's prostate.

That makes Matty's breath hitch again and he whimpers and hooks his leg over George's hip. He's not sure what he's looking for, but he wants. He wants George to be closer, wants to feel this close all the time, so he bares his neck to George and lets himself just feel everything. With every thrust, George hits his prostate just right, the way their bodies are pressed together gives his cock all friction he needs, and George's mouth his warm and just a little bit rough against he soft skin of his neck and everything is so, so good.

It really doesn't take long for Matty to feel the beginning of his orgasm gathering in his belly, and he says, "George."

George doesn't change anything, just kisses Matty and keeps moving, offering, "Doin' so good, sweetheart, doin' perfect, you feel so good."

"Gonna cum, G," Matty chokes out. "Please?"

George reaches a hand between them to stroke Matty in time with his thrusts, saying, "Go on, babe."

It doesn't take Matty long to cum after that, but George doesn't stop, just offers some praise and keeps going until he cums, too.

They're both quiet for a few moments, catching their breath, then George moves, carefully pulling out, offering, "Shh, you're ok," when Matty whimpers at the feeling. "I've got you," George adds, pulling Matty into his arms. "Did good, sweetheart."

They lay there for a little while, tangled up together, before George gets up to get a washcloth to clean them up. He squeezes Matty's hand as he goes, promising to be back soon. Matty his half asleep before George comes back, and he doesn't protest when George directs him to move so he can clean up properly, just lets himself be moved, even if the washcloth feels rough against his oversensitive skin. When George is done, he tosses the washcloth onto the bathroom floor and joins Matty in bed again, holding him close.

"I think we should share more often," Matty mumbles.

George just laughs.

[wasyago]

how did u get so good at composition:3 did u like to draw background all the time or it came to be after practice how long does one piece usually take:333

hehe well, thank you first of all. second of all... um both? practice yes, no one gets it on the first time. and just. i dont know? doing it over and over again and trying new things and experimenting, seeing what works, what doesn't, where the background is needed and not.

i remember i heard a lot of artists around me saying that they didn't like or couldn't draw backgrounds, and for some reason i decided that im not gonna be like other girls and learn to do it. and i uhhh.... just started? drawing backgrounds? i was trying, and watching tutorials on youtube, and seeing how other people did it and eventually it got easier? i can say that i definitely enjoyed figuring out how to do it, struggling to get the perspective and composition right. like, it was hard but i had a lot of fun doing it, so it felt natural and just like, normal art progression? it didn't feel like i was going out of my way to draw backgrounds, i just did it when i felt like it?

at some point i joined a character ask, you know, when people ask questions and you draw the character answering. and i decided that im gonna draw a background for each answer instead of it being a character on a blank background. and doing this, like, specifically trying to draw backgrounds and tell a story with them, and doing it regularly and coherently, it helped me progress a lot. like, i started with a character sitting on a couch in a room, and then it got better and better, multiple rooms, multiple angles of the same room, different locations and images. it helped me a ton. just, figuring out when you need a background, when its rather i did something simple for one frame and focused on the other instead, where the character needs to be positioned, etc.

i can say i didn't do a lot of proper studies, and if i did maybe it would've been helpful... i only drew things that were in my head, with characters that i liked, with imaginary locations and stuff. never really drew from photos... we did go on plein-airs, or whatever they're called, when i was in art school, so drawing backgrounds from real life probably also helped a little, but i can't remember anything about it so it didn't do as much.

i looked at a lot of art from cool artists and expanded my visual library, i analyzed their art trying to figure out why i like it and how to make my art have the same kind of feeling. and i still do! sometimes something just takes over me and i scroll pinterest for 3 hours looking at pretty art and going to artists' profiles and saving art and using it as inspiration later. and it helps! a lot!

i dont know where this post is going ummm. i guess if you want to learn to draw something, just like, start. scrap it if you don't like it and try again, have fun, don't get attached. and uhh, i felt a little nostalgic so here are some of my pieces that i did throughout the years. definitely feels like i got better at it recently, but there's still a lot of room for improvement

oh and for your second question. one piece takes about ummmm... more than a thousand episodes, thats 20 minutes times 1000 devided by 60 devided by 24... we're looking at about 14+ days of non stop watching?

no but for real. i dont really keep track of time when im drawing, uhh. plus depending on the complexity... my recent jrwi drawings are sketches, so they took maybe one or two hours max. something rendered uhhh, maybe 5 hours? if i don't finish it in one day the chances of this drawing ever getting done are super low, soo yeah

[londonfoginacup]

Dude I’m slogging my way through a batch of books from the 1800s trying to figure out if they’re out of copyright or not and that’s TOO HARD so I’m just gonna post about something totally unrelated I’ve been thinking about.

I haven’t actually seen it in this fandom at all but probably because our fandom didn’t exist pre- 2010. But like there’s been a general *idea* circulating recently that fic authors are *too sensitive* now and in the old livejournal/forum days people *begged* for critiques on their fics. They think it’s insane that we, the authors of today, keep telling people to stop being assholes and putting negative comments on fics.

And first of all, I’ve got sort of a “and then everybody clapped” mentality about it. Like I’m just side eyeing anyone who’s like “yeah I wanted everyone to give me HARSH FEEDBACK so I could IMPROVE” as if Hans Christian Andersen himself didn’t lay down in the mud and cry when he read a bad review. It is not in human nature to be like “here is my precious child now everyone give her a good prodding with a knife”. It’s just not.

But ALSO you know what was DIFFERENT about LJ days? The community was SMALLER. I might be more willing to risk some negative critiques if the fandom is just me and, say, 300 other people who are so insanely into said fandom that they’ll track down a fucking livejournal community for it. Fandom is SO accessible now that 1. The Normal People (no offense) are involved and 2. Much YOUNGER people are involved. And that’s a big demographic shift!! (Okay “normal people” needs explained but like. A quick explanation being that fandom used to be for the people who would unabashedly say “squee” and “glomp” and wear cat ears in public. If you are not that level of brazen you may be slightly on the normal side. It’s not bad. It’s just different).

Like I personally do not want a negative critique left by someone who hasn’t figured out that a negative critique isn’t “I didn’t like this plot so the fic sucks”. I TOOK A CLASS ON CRITIQUE IN COLLEGE. I do not expect a high schooler who stumbled upon my fic to be able to leave a helpful negative critique! They’re new to this!

But also like. I’m gonna be real. I don’t care what a stranger thinks of my fic. If they post a negative critique on my fic and I read it and I cry, that’s not me caring about what a stranger thinks, that’s me walking along and being punched in the face by a stranger. I still don’t care what the stranger thinks but I will be getting a restraining order bc I don’t want that to happen.

I *will* sometimes go to my friends whom I *trust* and say “hey this fic is a mess pls help” and they DO they say HELPFUL THINGS. And maybe that’s actually what Fandom Olds are thinking of. Because in a small fandom community you can TRUST people! Like being in a church of 20 where everyone has known everyone for forever versus being in a mega church of thousands. I’m not gonna trust a rando in a mega church. I’m gonna trust Linda from the tiny neighborhood church because she makes the best pizza casserole and she cat sat for me once. Expecting critique in a tiny livejournal community =/= expecting critique in the vast ocean of ao3.

Anyway I’m getting on a tangent. The point is, is authors aren’t *weak* for not wanting negative critique. It’s natural. I don’t know you or your history with fic. I will take comments and compliments because that is fuel in the fire of a writer’s heart. That’s symbiosis. I will not let you prune my writing tree with big loppers because I don’t even know if you’re a tree surgeon, and pruning a tree in the wrong places KILLS IT. DON’T BE A TREE KILLER. Yes this is two completely unrelated metaphors. No im not changing my them.

[citrine-elephant]

simmons versus leon idea...

leon and helena have just ended the fight with simmons after he had taken a face full of pain and train.

and the one they're on is about to crash. they jump for it.

when helena resurfaces, she doesn't see him. leon doesn't come up. she's panicking now, back and forth trying to figure out where the fuck he was. over the sound of the water, the fires, the metal creaking, she just barely hears him above her. he got snagged on a mess of tangled rebar and scrap, but is otherwise okay.

"just hanging in there," he says. and that's when simmons reemerges.

helena tries to intervene, leon's taking shots. but when he's not swatted into the water or chewed up in he jowls of dogman simmons... helena's left alone when simmons grabs leon. he doesn't bother with her, he's all focused on leon. fuck that guy. she tries to communicate with leon through comms, begging for a response.

he manages to get the point across that simmons isn't killing him, but he's kinda stuck in his monster jaws. the last comms helena gets is hearing simmons threatening leon. something something, helena gets the gist that he's not gonna kill leon, but he's kidnapping him -> absolute fucking panic because of what he did to deborah.

(havent went through the other campaigns again, but i will later, so im kinda hazily remembering how it goes)

flash forward to helena getting into contact with chris through hunnigan (who is kinda panicking herself lol). this leads to a quick turnaround where, once sherry and jake are saved, they deal with that big hunk of unkillable bastardry. turns into a leon rescue mission next.

two ways from here:

-> heavy pain:

simmons spends some time torturing leon, bcuz why not. involves psychological torment about what he's going to do to ada. yadda yadda, he says he's gonna break all of his bones and make him watch while he kills her. draw it out just for him. let him suffer. yadda yadda, simmons gets more irrational the longer he's infected. more cruel.

this could branch off between leon making his escape, or actually needing to be busted out. either way, things kinda go similar to canon ending where simmons goes t rex, then big bug bitch. kind of like a side plot where the protag get lost after exploring that side entrance and the DM has to reroute the fuckin campaign for them and try to get them back on track-

-> HEAVIER pain:

the above happens. except, simmons decides to infect leon to get back at ada instead. he tracks her down, as she tracks him down, now aware of leon's disappearance.

... maybe helena gets a little snarky back to ada, asking her why she's so upset since leon's trying to kill her. (damn i get it but ada, you didn't have to be so fucking rude over that scene lol)

IF piers had still died, chris makes it his mission to get leon back. he won't let leon die. he can't. he has to save SOMEONE. figure out a way to trap him and get him pinned so... maybe. maybe rebecca can help...

the good ending: he's not too far gone and can be cured.

the hurty ending: ada's cradling leon as he's taking his last breaths. already dead, died when simmons infected him... snarling at her as he dies in her arms-

the only semi hurty: leon NEARLY dying in ada's arms. he's weak and rational enough. says he loves her, asks her to keep an eye on sherry... asks to be put down before he hurts anyone else..... buut ~! he's saved. somehow. magic cure outta nowhere ! uh. maybe jake just sorta spits on him and he's good. LMFAO

[introdemodev]

hello guys!! sorry for the lack of posting. but im back. i always say soon this, soon that, buuuuuut you can expect some more visual updates around august. anyways, game talk below

i like being transparent about the progress of the game, so i'm just gonna say that i had to go back to the drawing board (AGAIN!) to figure out what direction i wanted the story to go in, along with what i wanted the audience to get out of the game. introdemo was supposed to be *a lot* smaller in scope, so i did very little pre-production and planning there was a lot of fluff i needed to cut out + outgrew some of the ideas i had for the game. narrowing my focus helped along with allowing myself to experiment with the story structure. i noticed i've been forcing myself to write this game linearly, and that's not how my brain works or how i write! i like using flowcharts but am i actually using them...? maybe it's better to just make notes to keep track of everything instead? so, i had to re-evaluate my writing process too.

moving on, i always planned on having different character povs, but i want to emphasize more on that. i want to say that this is one of the more important aspects of the game. an example you guys have of this in-demo (in-tro demo hehe) is when bailey briefly mentions her conversation with clyde.

i mention this a lot, but fennel has a negative perception of clyde, but characters like bailey and darcy view clyde in a positive light. there's a reason why they like him, but you're simply not going to get why if you're hanging out in fennel's head all day. and it would be boring if darcy were just to tell you that he likes clyde because of [insert reason here].

ofc, understanding a character's relationships with others doesn't always require being in their point of view. it's very easy to see where clyde and diya stand in their relationship. they're not subtle and they enjoy each other's company, even if clyde annoys diya sometimes.

blah, blah. point is, my goal is to build a 'case' for AND against each character, which i think i've done a decent job at so far.

when you're not playing as fennel, the decisions you make will still influence the story. at the moment, i still categorize these choices as 'good' or 'bad', but i plan on making this more complex. i figured out a way to have multiple endings without necessarily having to do multiple routes. and by that, i mean i'm going to rip off fallout.

in fallout 1, 2, and new vegas, depending on your actions throughout the game, you'll get different ending slides. so, you can get a mix of both good and bad endings. in fallout 2, your actions can lead to prosperity for modoc but your inaction will turn redding into a ghost town. in new vegas, you can do a legion run while having good karma or do a ncr run while having bad karma. other games do this too, but i like fallout.

this is just one of the maaaaany, many, many things i've been thinking about in regards to introdemo. before i go any further, i have to figure out what is and what isn't working.

and sorry if i discussed all of this before lol. i just feel like i had an 'aha' moment so things are beginning to piece together....

(and excuse my rambly thoughts)