#is crazy to me because i never thought about improvement either

[stargore]

sometimes i forget that, like, i’m a painter? and a really good one, too?

i had absolutely zero intention to be good when i started DIYing, i never even THOUGHT about the quality of my work until very recently. it was always “oh that looks sick” and nothing deeper at all. the thought never crossed my MIND that i was “a Painter”, let alone “a Good Painter”.

but i’ve been doing some painting recently that’s like…Woah.

like i look at a patch, and i’m like holy shit, i MADE that. with my own two hands. i MADE that. that’s ART. holy SHIT.

crazy stuff!!!

[wonysugar]

My mind keeps imagining g!p wony x sub reader x g!p Karina, like🤭🤭 Both of them having unnie kink and breeding kink? USGSIAHAIAHAYA the woman they are😩

taking this as old ass ask as an opportunity to write some drabbles for you guys while i finish up my draftss cause i know that you guys are starving rn😭i’m so sorry for the longg wait, i promise i’m trying my hardest to get them done as fast as i can, please bare with me🙏

cw!! g!p, breeding kink, unnie kink, free-use, college au

so uhm they’re both hung. SORRY, I SAID IT… THEY’RE BOTH HUNG SUE ME LITERALLY SUEE MEEE!

now.. g!p wonyoung has basically all of us here on a chokehold, that much is obvious! however, i don’t think i’ve ever talked about g!p jimin on here? WEYLPP YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSS THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHINGGG~~

so what is the deal with these two? well i’ll tell you what; losers, the both of them, two actual massive fawking nerds!! they will always be caught at the library studying for mid terms,, either that or they’re in their dorm playing overwatch and valorant all day long😭😭losers trapped in hot bodies i fear

jimin and wonyoung considered you a friend ever since you asked the two of them to help you study the material, since their grades are practically outrageous.. so yeah you guys are just overall suuuuper chill and gawsh they just really appreciate your presence altogether it’s all happy and jolly! they’re a year above you, which probably explains the giggly and jittery reaction they both get when you call them your unnies… they can’t help but to baby you all the time!

some day, they innocently invite you over to their dorm, yknow just asking to order food and study together and whatnot, perhaps getting on val afterwards for shits and giggles.. you accept, of course, because why would you pass up an opportunity to improve your grades with two of the best students in your program, let alone a hang out between friends?

when you do get there, the dorm is clean and tidy, just as you’d expect from such model students. you do end up studying for about an hour and a half, that is until wonyoung suggests taking a break, wearing a warm smile as she adjusts her glasses.

“why don’t we stop for a little bit, hm?” she says, closing the book in front of you as she throws quick glances at jimin, they seem innocent enough, so you paid no mind to those.

jimin only nodded, liking the idea and gently putting her hand on your arm, “it is indeed very important to regularly take breaks when studying. plus, you’ve worked hard today, don’t you think, baby?”

in a usual situation, you wouldn’t be at all fazed by the pet name she used, since the two girls basically call you that every chance they get. however, you don’t know if it was jimin’s hand caressing your arm at that moment or the way that wonyoung was staring at your eyes that made you especially nervous, perhaps it was both, but you nodded to her words regardless.

she was right, after all, breaks are very necessary to a productive study session.

however, you quickly grasped that the ‘break’ in question would last much, much longer than you expected when jimin’s lips were suddenly trailing kisses down your neck whilst wonyoung caressed your hair.

“unnie—“ you reached out for her hand, more and more adrenaline rushing through your body with each kiss that jimin left on your soft skin.

and because that honorific just drives the both of them FAWKING crazy, “your unnies will take good care of you, okay sweetheart?” is what she’d softly say, smiling. you’d nod, entranced, before feeling her soft lips on yours. you knew there was no turning back when they eventually grabbed your two hands and made you feel their visible and poking hard-ons, which got you embarrassingly riled up to a great extent.

the rest is history, really. you never in a million years would’ve thought a ‘study session’ would end up with having jimin fuck you missionary, watching how her cock disappears inside you as she slowly thrusts into you and moans your name whilst wonyoung fucked your throat, nestling her slender fingers into your hair guiding your head to bob up and down her length ahehehefheh

when both of them are close to cumming, i feel like they’d be the types to not even tell you, lowkey.. especially jiminfcksmdm she’d just be so lost in the sensation of how good her cock feels fucking your tight, wet cunt is that she’d just carelessly shoot her load into you as if you were just some sex toy,,, she can’t help it!! she wants to mark you as much as she can, even if that meant potentially knocking you u— [GUNSHOTS]

also it is important to mention that while jimin lovesss fucking your pussy, wonyoung is absolutely a head girlie.. she’d much rather have you down on her knees and sucking her dick than fucking you. don’t get her wrong, she’ll still dick you down if you asked her to, she just prefers using the pretty mouth that calls her ‘unnie’ way more aheheh

you’d just be straight up lying if you said that you didn’t yearn for more of them after that day… especially after having the many changes that your relationship with them had gone through. back then, they’d stare at you with innocent eyes, gaze warm and polite when seeing you, waving at you. now? they were basically eyefucking you and smirking at you everytime they saw you in the hallways.

it didn’t take long for them to take that to the next level,, omg next level by aespa— [NUKES] SORRY. but yeah sometimes even pulling you away from your nerdy friend group to have a quickie in the bathroom just because they know you’ll let them use your body at random times of the daycjenfkd they’re unhinged i fear! using your exams as an excuse,, saying shit like “but it’s important to relax and relieve stress before an exam!” before proceeding to dick you down in a stall likee.. right, right..

of course, you live for every second of it and they know it, but acting all innocent and oblivious towards their advances when really, you’re already soaked by the time that you’re on your way to their dorm so you can suck them off after they text you to come over is all part of the funkdjsndm

[letsmyy]

i have a request!!! you should write a daughter of apollo x leo valdez fic but based on espresso by sabrina carpenter (idk i feel like that song gives children of apollo vibes!) it'd be leo obsessed with the apollo girl (like him being absolutely obsessed with her, having the biggest crush on her possible, he constantly thinks about her, him being an absolute loser bf) and finally getting the courage to ask her out on a date or something like that.

“she’s like a shot of espresso…”

leo valdez x duaghter of apollo!reader

warnings: use of yn! english isn’t my first language so it might be some errors!!

thank you so much for your request, it made me so happy!! idk if what i wrote it’s exactly what you want but i hope you like it 🤕 this is my first timing writing a real fic and I think it really shows lol, but i promise I’ll try to improve in the next one, I’m so sorry if it’s that bad, and this is really short too? omg im really bad at this lol, but anyways, ly anon tell me your opinions (honestly) abt this later, kisses to uuu!! 🫶💗 (btw anon, please request other things I feel like I didn’t did you justice with this one)

words: 850

“is it that sweet? I guess so…..”

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Leo was sure he was going crazy.

He always had a pretty big amount of silly crushes on girls, but with you? It was getting way too serious. Of course, you're beautiful, incredibly kind, and too generous for your own good, and you treated him well, but that isn't enough reason to make him lose sleep; at least that's what he thought.

And he was extremely wrong. Being in your presence was the equivalent of being bathed in the sunlight, and gods, he felt like a prisoner who hadn't seen the sun in years.

He's completely obsessed with you; he just needs the courage to verbalize that, but being honest, Leo felt like a coward at the moment.

While being lost in his thoughts (the thoughts being the pretty daughter of Apollo that never leaves his mind), the boy finally falls asleep.

Leo doesn't mind waking up if that means spending the day with the people he loves, so after getting ready for the day, he searches for you.

And he found you, talking with a much younger camper, helping him. You're smiling like it's the best day of your life, and Leo could swear that you're almost glowing.

The boy makes its way to you the same moment you finish talking to the kid, now having your full attention on Hephaestus' son.

"Leo! Good morning!" Your voice to him had the same effect as listening to his favorite music, it made him happy in ways he couldn't explain, even if his life depended on it. 

"Yn! Good morning!" He mimics you, not in a bad way, just a teasing one. You roll your eyes in fake annoyance.

"Sooo, did you sleep well, Valdez?" You ask, seeming really interested in the answer, but he knows that you're like that for everything, being extremely kind.

"Not really, would be better if I dreamed about you," you laugh amusingly.

"You say that every day, y'know?"

"I know, I say because it's true. " You can't help but blush a little. You're used to Leo flirting with you, but it never gets past that, so you just learned to joke back.

"Hilarious, Valdez... fortunately, I slept very well today, and I'm more excited than normal! I think it's because it's so sunny today, that's awesome, was thinking about going to the lake later. I can't waste such a pretty day like this one painting inside my cabin..."

"Unfortunately, I'll be in the bunker today, I have lots of things to do."

"What? No! You're coming with me, you can't waste this wonderful day either!" You grab his hands, walking toward the lake.

Leo could swear he would pass out at that moment. He couldn't even think about denying your offer, he would prefer dying to doing that.

After a few seconds, you guys get to the lake.

"Look how pretty it is! You have to go swimming with me, it’s a need.”

"Look, sunshine, water and fire don't get along so well, so I might skip that one" he says, apologetic. You frown, thinking.

"We don't need to go swimming, we can just talk, i really don't care." You smile lovingly at him.

"I don't want to ruin your day! There are many people that can go with you, you'll find someone better to do that." He's so oblivious that it's getting concerning.

"I want to spend time with you, Valdez. I don't mind if it's swimming or just talking, I want to, you know..be with you."

"Oh." He's acting like a loser, he can't think straight anymore and is blushing like crazy, but who cares?

"Oh?" You tease him, smiling.

"Yeah, we can. Just talk, I'm happy with that. " His smile was so genuine that made your heart melt.

That's when you realize you're still holding his hand, and you don't want to change that. You can feel he notices too.

Something just snapped in his head, now it’s the time, now or never, right?

"Yn? Can I tell you something?" He says it in a quiet tone, and you just nod.

"When I'm around you, it's like constantly drinking a shot of espresso, it's like being bathed in sunlight, you're incredibly energetic and enthusiastic, and i just can't get enough of you, you're my sunrise and daylight....all I'm saying is, gods, I very much love you more than just friends" You're surprised, really surprised, so surprised that you can't even speak for a moment, which just makes Leo even more nervous.

"Please say something...like, anything, a no it's better than silence because it’s less-“ Before he yaps again, you interrupt him:

"I like you too." The boy almost squeals of pure excitement.

"Seriously? Oh gods, oh gods. What?" He's so happy, it's so sincere, so soft, it's amazing, you can feel your heart beating so fast, and you don't even care; seeing him like this because of you is the best feeling you ever felt.

Then you see that one look, meant just for you, it's like time has frozen, and you're both thinking the same thing. Then, like all the stars aligned, you kissed him

[neptunes-sol-angel]

What's the 2024 canon event in your universe?

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Pile One 🕷

Your Canon event that cannot be interfered with: There's going to be a tremendous amount of movement for you in 2024. This could look like traveling, ascending in your endeavors, plans playing into motion, but the main thing that's standing out to me is that you won't be doing this alone. There's a lot of group activity here with friends, family, or co workers who you have a healthy relationship with. This could also indicate a lot of celebrations or ceremonies regarding success in what you accomplish next year. I keep getting this image of gears moving non-stop, which to me it looks like you're pushing through anything physically and mentally. Some of you could be start working out as a new hobby or something else that requires you to uncover barriers within yourself that you never thought you could exceed. Maybe this is inspiration to pull yourself out of something in the past that has been making you feel like you should just lay in stagnation, or maybe you're tirelessly moving because you have to, but either way, you're making moves that you should see positive results in the year of 2024.

Pile Two

Your Canon event that cannot be interfered with : You are going to learn either from circumstances that corner them or through self-reflection (can even be both) that will make you learn how to take more accountability. This is about making changes in the way that you have been reacting to stuff that boils down to the multiple ways that you have been self-sabotaging. Knowing when to walk away when you've put your all into a person that isn't doing the work to meet you half-way. Withdrawing your energy from situations that seek to get you out of character. Understanding the value in your emotions instead of pushing them aside or allowing other people to invalidate them. 2024 is the year for your voice to be heard. You'll improve in how you communicate with others, especially amongst conflict, discovering your unmet needs that you didn't even know were needs, solitude that will bring you more peace that'll draw away from the loneliness you may feel in working on yourself. You could even be finding out what spirituality actually means to you as well. Overall, I'm getting the feeling that you're walking away from the noise that's discrediting your discernment, you're going to find out that you aren't crazy as some people tried to make you ought to be.

Pile Three

Your Canon event that cannot be interfered with : 2024 for you is going to be about uncovering a lot of secrets and I'm not talking about anxiety inducing kind. This year is going to be exciting for you and about revealing what your self-concept is. Tapping into your sexuality, finding the things that compliment your beauty, or your "recipe" that just makes life work for you, having more freedom financially, romantically, or other areas that you may have felt restricted in. I feel like most of your months are going to be eventful to the point where you may pause temporarily throughout the year because you may feel like you need to chill out, or life just feels "too" good. This could be related to certain indulgences or this could be some fear creeping on you that'll make you doubt the positive things going on with you in life. Other people could find you impulsive, but that's really none of their business, a lot of the blessing that you receive in 2024 comes from taking leaps of faith and being assertive in searching for things that you want to take a chance on.

[redo-of-chii]

ʚ♡ɞ 𝓜𝔂 𝓔𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓟 𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ʚ♡ɞ

I mentioned in my past post about SP manifestation and narcissistic abuse that I had a reality shifting experience by accident that helped me manifest my current SP in this current 3D reality. I have a very happy and stable relationship with him and fits all of the criteria when it comes to my dream SP.

I’ll be honest, I’ve been skeptical about reality shifting for the longest time. Not because I didn’t believe it, it’s because I have never met someone directly who has been a shifter. I know there’s proof about it and that the Gateway tapes are something that has been legitimized for the longest time. But same with the law of assumption, I just couldn’t believe wholeheartedly in it since I didn’t have an experience myself or someone close to me didn’t have it either.

That changed when it happened to me as an accident. 

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Like I mentioned in the post I talked about at the start of this post, I was in a situation with two SPs after trying to manifest an ex who happened to be narcissistic. I ended up dating SP1 but that person was a reflection of the things I was insecure about when it came to myself along with the things I was afraid about my ex and ended up regretting the relationship deeply. SP2 was in an abusive situation where someone who was already in a relationship was stringing him along to be their second dish for whenever her boyfriend was unavailable.

Because of these circumstances, SP2 and I became really close and supported each other. We ended up becoming each other’s comfort person but never crossed the line of friendship. I fell in love with him but because he did still mention this other girl and SP1 was avoiding me so we wouldn’t break up, things were complicated.

The thing is, I’ve been a big fan of Slade’s subliminals and people around me from the subliminals community really told me about the wonderful results they had from them. So I decided to give them a try to improve my life in general, especially work. I didn’t plan to use them for any SP manifestation because I was already tired of love and drama, so I just wanted to be able to manifest things to improve my life since I am the most important thing in my life.

Right when I decided to use subliminals in my daily life again, Slade posted a subliminal named “Obelisk”. I loved reading the benefits and really resonated with the things I wanted to manifest in my life. I wanted to feel aligned with myself and romanticize my life. I really wanted to reach the highest highs in my life and be happy.

But the thing was that whenever I fell asleep, that’s where it all began. 

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Since listening to that subliminal, every night I was taken to another reality in which I was in 2025 and had a really healthy and loving relationship with SP2. At first I thought that it was nice to have dreams like that, but suddenly every single night was a continuation of that dream. Like, whenever I went to bed, I would wake up and live a second life with SP2. Nothing crazy, just normal relationship stuff and living in the same house as a couple. 

Every night I would also talk to the SP2 of that reality to enquire how did we end up together and from his information, it was like everything was an alternate reality where I ended up with this person if a friend of mine didn’t fall from the stairs in a party. Yes, that’s the funny thing, I coincided with SP2 in the past and we would have directly met earlier if I didn’t leave a party in a haste because one of my friends fell down the stairs, hurt their ankle pretty badly and we had to be with her until she was picked by an ambulance.

I was really shocked by everything but I was also really happy with him. I really wanted to stay in that reality with him. I was just happy about the simplicity of everything, it was really like my dream life. I lived like this for almost two months and every day was becoming harder and harder to live here. So I researched permashifting and decided that after making sure that SP2 in my reality was alright, I wouldn’t try doing that. 

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The hardest part was to live life with SP2 and acting like nothing was happening to me around people. I really started feeling detached from everyone too, because I really felt in emotional pain from dealing with a lot of toxic friendships, a toxic SP who lied and lovebombed me but never was there for me (all bark but no bite) and then the SP I truly loved being right there being in pain because of other people. I decided I would be detached from SP2 as well because he started being closer to me and I didn’t enjoy that in the sense that I didn’t want to have this person who was practically almost a husband in another reality being close to me but talking about other people. 

Was I jealous? Sure. But I felt I didn’t have the right to be since this was the reality I was in.

I was the comfort person.

No matter the romantic situations we were in, probably because of the law, I didn’t want to cling to that. I learned after all to not accept the bare minimum when it came to the law after all. And I felt like everything was breadcrumbs from the law and I just didn’t want that, I wanted all or nothing and if this reality wasn’t going to give it to me, I would rather just shift. I didn’t like feeling like I was special but there was always another person in between. 

But because I was forced to be with SP2 in this reality because of common projects, I got mentally prepared since I was going to be with him on the same roof for several weeks. But also, the toxic girl was going to be there as well along with other people. So I really tried my best to be as distant as possible while trying to look normal and even tried to say annoying things on purpose to just keep a distance.

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But SP2 tried to get close and close, we were in really romantic situations and ended up alone many times. But I just couldn’t think about it as anything more than just him wanting to do things again with his comfort person. No matter how close we were at those moments. I just kept persisting that I wanted what I have with the SP2 in the other reality and not being a second dish or a comfort person in here. But we were getting too close and in the end I decided to confront him as a way to just get over the things in here to focus on my goal. In the end, SP2 confessed his love for me and that it was always me. He was just really confused because of SP1 and the other girls flirting around him, including the weird cheating one. But in the end, he couldn’t stop what he was feeling for me and that’s why he decided to try to be more active in trying to court me, especially after seeing how SP1 practically abandoned me for his selfish reasons.

In the end, things with SP1 ended and I started dating SP2. And as time passed, I realized that the SP2 in my reality was aligning in personality and everything else with the one in the other reality. They have the same tastes, the same thoughts, the same actions… So I thought “maybe reality shifting and the law of assumption are more similar than I thought”. Basically, the law says that you live in the 4D so it aligns in the 3D because thoughts reflect. But what about reality shifting? What if a reality can align with another? I persisted that what I wanted was to live the romance I was living in that other reality and in the end, it manifested in the current one I’m in. Like, there’s barely any differences now.

Another thing I noticed is that the people we were friends with in the other reality but barely had any contact in this one, are aligning as well. They are starting to become really close friends with us in this reality as well so our friendships are becoming healthy as well. Things are starting to look good for us even in this reality when it comes to goals as well.

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Since then, I haven’t returned to the other reality because I’m really happy where I’m at. SP2 is also learning about the law of assumption and has been manifesting many things as well, so I’m glad he believes in it and has gotten many things from it. He was also the one that encouraged me to share about my experiences with people and become my best self. 

I still wonder about how reality shifting and the law of assumption can work together this way, but I am very happy and I want to continue manifesting my best life. I wonder if people on this platform have faced something similar while reality shifting. Still, if you’re a shifter or a manifestor (or even both), I wish you the best luck in your endeavors.

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꒰ Always & Forever — Chii ꒱

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 2957

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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20.

TIANA I am 37 weeks pregnant and will meet my baby girl, Gianna, in just two months. Jey was thrilled to hear that we were expecting a girl because he had always desired a girl child.

Before this baby popped out of me, I was at Trinity's house with the girls organizing the baby shower. We were choosing the colors and patterns for the cake and decorations.

Since the boys were more robust than us anyhow, we planned to have them remove the tables and other items. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket while we were doing that, so I took it out to see that his mother had texted me.

Mama Talisua 🫶🏼 sent a message. IMESSAGE 💬

mama talisua🫶🏼: hello! My daughter-in-law, I just wanted to know what to bring for the baby shower this weekend.

Tiana: Heyy! Mom, you can bring some gifts and some food we need all the food that we can get 😭 mama talisua🫶🏼: don't worry honey I got yall I just can't wait to see my grand baby Tiana: me too mom, me too. mama talisua🫶🏼: tell my son to answer my calls also dear! Tiana: will do 🫡

After texting his mother, Trinity showed me some more ideas for the baby shower. I wanted to go with a white and pink theme so everybody could look pretty in all white or pink.

While we were doing that, I felt Gianna kicking me in the stomach, which always felt funny to me, feeling her little kids in my tummy.

"Oh my goodness, is she kicking?" Trinity asked as I nodded my head.

"Yeah, she is most definitely kicking me like crazy down there." I said, poking at my tummy, curious as to what she was doing in there.

"Girl I still can't believe Joshua knocked you up." I chuckled a little bit while rolling my eyes at her.

I couldn't believe it either. I thought I was going to be stuck with Malakai's ass forever, but I was wrong about that, and I found someone better who loves me and would never want to hurt me. I told Trinity and Bianca about what theme I was going for, for the baby shower, which they obviously loved the idea of being white and pink.

"Yes, that's so perfect, especially since the venue is kind of big just to host a baby shower," Bianca said.

"Ouuu girl, I cannot wait to see you and Joshua's photoshoot pics together. Isn't that today?" I nodded my head while rubbing my tummy.

"It's today. I just have to wait for him to get off of work so that we can go," I replied, feeling Gianna's little feet kick me.

They both nodded their heads at me as we continued to explore more themes for the baby shower.

zillafatu replied to your story: nah fr tho little one is ready indeed she's not playing around 😭 biancabelairwwe replied to your story: NIECEY POOH COME ON OUT SO TETE CAN SEE YOU trinity_fatu replied to your story: girl your tummy is so big romanreigns replied to your story: can't wait to see babygirl rikishi replied to your story: ♥️ jonathanfatu replied to your story: I still can't believe he knocked you up bro 😭

✧.* JEY I was getting off of work and heading towards Trinity and Jon's house to get Tiana so that we could do this photoshoot together. I am so excited to meet my baby girl soon. I already know that she's been kicking her mother in the stomach like crazy.

I felt more in love with Tiana, especially during sex, too. It's best to say that pregnancy sex is the best thing ever.  As I was on the way towards their house, I saw that Kehlani Hoe ass had texted me, probably seeing what Tiana had posted on her story. I kept Kehlani blocked, but she'll just come up with new accounts on IG, as she's just being a stalker at this point.

Kehlani sent 3+ messages IMESSAGE 💬 Kehlani 🙄: are you fucking serious right now Jey? Kehlani🙄: you got this bitch pregnant before me? Kehlani🙄: I thought this was suppose to be us baby? I said I was sorry for cheating on you in the past we can work things out like c'mon yall don't have to get married 🥺🥺

When I read the messages, I rolled my eyes while scoffing at the fact that she is delusional and thinks that I'll just take her back in a heartbeat when I'm already with someone who I want to be with.

She can go cry to that lame ass boy Malakai while he in jail for what he had did to Tiana for all I care, I only care about Tiana and our babygirl Gigi.

Joshua: Lani imma need yo' ass to stop blowing up my phone like we are together when we ain't. Kehlani🙄: Jey c'mon I miss you Joshua: well I don't Lani I'm becoming a father now and ion' need yo' bullshit when I got better things to be worried about. Kehlani 🙄: fuck that Tiana bitch! She doesn't deserve you! Joshua: and you think you do? Girl if yo' ass don't stop playin' on my fucking phone dawg like fr Kehlani🙄: I can do better Jey better than her Joshua: Blocked.

I blocked her number while making a turn and continuing on towards the house; this girl got a lot of confidence in herself right now, playing on my motherfucking phone with allat bullshit.

I finally made it to the house, turning off the ignition in my car before heading up towards the door. I knocked on the door, waiting for one of the girls to come open, and heard footsteps approaching.

The door flew open, and I saw Bianca standing there, including Tank and Marley, coming up to me and showing me some love before I came inside the house. Bianca shut the door behind us, and my eyes scanned for Tiana, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Tiana's in the bedroom sleeping, " Trinity said as I nodded my head while going upstairs to the guest bedroom.

When I went inside the guest bedroom, I could see her sleeping soundly. I quietly walked towards her, sitting next to her on the bed. I moved her hair to the side, admiring her beautiful features and curious to see what our little bundle of joy would look like more.

I caressed her cheeks as she shifted in her sleep, seeing her eyes flutter open, looking towards me with a faint smile.

"Bubba, you're here. Is it almost time to go?" she asked in a husky tone.

"Yeah, mama, c'mon. We gotta get ready for our photoshoot," I said as she whined like a baby, which I found adorable.

She managed to get up with my help so that she wouldn't fall. We walked downstairs, seeing the girls staring at us with a smile.

"Y'all are just the perfect couple like I'm so happy for you bestie." Bianca said.

Tiana smiled at them before we bid our goodbyes and headed out toward the photoshoot location. Tiana and I walked toward my car while I opened the door for her, running back towards my side of the door and opening it while getting in.

We buckled our seatbelts while heading towards the place, listening to some music on Tiana's playlist. She always had some good music to vibe to while in the car.

I looked over towards her, seeing her falling in and out of sleep. So I placed my hand on her belly bump, rubbing it, feeling Gigi's kicks coming from her tummy.

We finally made it to the place. As I took off my seatbelt, seeing Tiana sleeping soundly, I gently shook her as her eyes fluttered open. Darting her eyes toward my direction while stretching her body, I shook her gently.

"Hey, sleepyhead, c'mon, let's go in so we can get ready, love," I said as she nodded her head.

✧.* After our photoshoot, I took Tiana back to my crib and decided to cook us something to eat since I didn't want her to be on her feet as much. As I was cooking us something to eat, I peeked at her lying down on the couch watching TV, laughing at the girls fighting.

'Ion know why she watches this shit.'

I smiled to myself and rolled my eyes as I prepared something easy and nutritious for Tiana because she was genuinely unable to eat anything or her sweets. Tiana was a better cook than me, so she could actually throw it down in the kitchen. I made us some salmon with mashed potatoes and broccoli, and it smelled good coming from the kitchen.

As I carried our plates into the living room, after I finished preparing our meal, I got a drink for us. Tiana was sitting up and licking her lips at the food when I looked at her. 

"This looks so good, Bubba." Tiana said as she smiled at me.

"It's not better than what you cook, love, but thank you. I didn't want you to be on your feet." I said.

We began to eat our food together while putting on Friday. Tiana put her feet on my legs, getting comfortable while eating her food.

"Have you all decided what colors to have for the baby shower this weekend?" Tiana nodded as she reached for her phone, which was next to her.

She showed me some ideas for the baby shower, with the theme of white and pink, which I really liked because it meant I could go all out with our outfits.

"I love this idea, baby. You're going to make me go all out for this, " she chuckled at me while placing her phone down next to her.

We got done eating our food together as I grabbed both of our plates going to wash them in the sink; that's when I felt Tiana wrap her arms around my waist—causing me to turn around seeing her staring up at me with those innocent eyes that got her ass pregnant in the first place.

I placed my hands on her belly, bending down to give it a kiss while talking to Gigi, letting her know that Papa and Mama were waiting for her to come out so we could see her. I felt her little kicks in her mother's tummy, which made me chuckle a little.

My eyes darted back towards Tiana's innocent ones. I placed my hands on her face, bringing her closer to mine while kissing her lips.

"God, you're so perfect, T." She gave me a few pecks on the lips while our foreheads touched each other.

For some reason I just wanted to devour her right there because of them eyes she had it was like pulling me in, I didn't waste no time taking her upstairs to our bedroom.

✧.* SMUT WARNING Jey had you on your side due to your belly as he pounded his dick inside of you, making you feel so full more than ever. You couldn't lie that you did enjoy pregnancy sex but were also worried about the baby.

Worried that his dick was poking onto the babies heard but Jey reassured you that yall little girl was okay. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head while your mouth parted.

He pushed his dick deeper inside of you, causing you to gasp softly while maintaining eye contact with him. Jey loves the way you were looking right now, just all miserable underneath him, letting him do whatever to you because that's your soon-to-be husband, of course.

He firmly grabbed you by the throat beating your super wet cunt in, causing you to whine.

"Fuckkk Josh..." you moaned. You never felt so full, especially when it came to him. He always made you feel good whenever.

Jey felt your walls clenching around him, causing him to let out a groan escape from his lips.

"C'mon mami, you gotta let daddy stretch his pussy out ight?" He continued to give you deep strokes while leaning forward towards you, placing a kiss on your soft lips.

Tiana loosened up a bit for him, letting him be in control. Normally, he would let you be in charge of things, but since you were pregnant, you didn't really want to do a lot of moving around that would instantly get you tired.

Jey was going In deep like he was in the ocean, your ocean to be exact, as he circled his hips, hitting your spot while your eyes were going into your skull.

"Give me this pussy mama, give it to me, watching yo' pretty ass take this dick." He whispered in your ear.

You took all it, causing you to feel like you were on cloud nine right now with him doing this to you, especially while you were pregnant. His groans, mixed with your moans, filled up the bedroom, along with the skin slapping that sounded out the room.

"Joshhhh shit." You whined into his neck as you felt a pit go down her stomach. You felt overwhelmed by this, and your legs were trembling underneath him.

He wanted her to feel every inch of him as you couldn't handle it anymore, so you tried to push him away by his stomach, but he wouldn't let up as he moved your hand away from his stomach.

"Don't do that baby. Be a good girl fo' me and take this shit I want you to make a mess on me." Jey rubbed his thumb over your clit causing you to twitch a bit.

He continued to firmly grip your throat, not trying to hurt you, as you felt your toes curling while his strokes got sloppier and sloppier.

He watched your facial expressions turn up while having a grin on his lips, watching you fall apart. You let out a loud moan, feeling your body shaking violently as you came all him along with tears streaming down your face.

Your breath felt shaky, and your chest heaved up and down, but he didn't care right now because he wasn't done yet. Even if you tapped his shoulder to signal him to slow down, he shook his head, refusing.

"Fuck that you better take this shit." He growled, determined to get his nut after yours.

Cursing under his breath as he continued to give you his strokes while his sweat was dripping down from his body, feeling his dick twitch inside of you.

After a few more thrusts, he let out a satisfying groan escape his lips while filling you up, making sure you got all of his warm seeds inside of you as he pulled out of you, watching it dripping out of you.

SMUT OVER.

Tiana and I were breathing heavily as I saw some tears coming from her face I leaned in forward kissing her lips to calm her down.

I wiped her tears away from her face as she stared into my eyes deeply, I massaged her thighs making her feel at ease due to them shaking violently.

After our little session, we laid down in the bed together, with her cuddled up in my chest. We both continued to watch the rest of Friday together, laughing and enjoying the movie together.

My hand was rubbing against her tummy, feeling Gigi's kicks as she put her hand on top of mine.

"I love you so much Tiana, and I love our little angel." I said.

Tiana smiled at me while placing a kiss on my lips, "I love you more, Bubba; I appreciate you so much. Even when I was dealing with Malakai's ass. You were always there for me." She wasn't wrong I knew she was the one for me when she walked into my tattoo shop I do appreciate Bianca for recommending her my shop.

If she hadn't, I wouldn't have met Tiana at all, and I would probably still be dealing with Kehlani, but now I have someone that I am calling my wife.

"You know I am here for you forever baby." I said, kissing the palm of her hand.

We continued to watch the movie together before drifting off to sleep. I can't wait for this baby shower this weekend.

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A/n: sigh I am happy for Tiana fr fr she did it, she gotten out of an abusive relationship and found herself a fiancé I know Kehlani is crashing the fuck out right now and  Malakai in that jail cell.

But also I'm sad that this book is almost over with so y'all better be ready for that.

Anyways I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[shorthaltsjester]

oh temult family i will never not be insane about you. thank you laura bailey for my rights and the good fucking food this ep with imogen messaging both liliana and relvin. i will have more elaborate rot undoubtedly soon but , the love in those messages! the love!!!! the love and the fact that it isn't enough in either of her relationships to her parents (or their relationships to one another).

like. imogen has just come out of the realm of one of the gods that her mother at best really does not like and at worst is happy to slaughter where she chose to trust the image of her mother and got power word stunned and then watched one of her friends kill that same image. and then she sends a message saying "I don’t know where you are or how it’s going, but I love you and I trust you." and the ache of that message being kind, a reminder to her mother that even when she stands at the side of someone imogen has committed to fighting, imogen is also choosing to love and trust her. but the point that imogen not knowing where her mother is or how its going speaks to how little she actually knows of her mother due to liliana's choices -- ones made out of love perhaps, but ones that aren't rectified by the presence of that love. and liliana returns "Imogen, I’m glad you’re okay. I love you, too. I’ve kept him at bay so far and I think he believes me. I think." and between sending's limitations and the improv setting of cr, i'm not resting any arguments or ideas on this occurance, but I Do think it is interesting that liliana spends words saying she's glad imogen is alright but does not return that statement of trust the way she returns the i love you.

and then. much more life ruining to me because of just. less relvin appearances and general . laura bailey sure knows how to make a character that is a daughter to a father reasons. imogen messaging relvin is my superbowl actually. thinking about like 2 episodes ago imogen saying "he's her father, but he's not her daddy" about zathuda, and today, despite all the distance literal and emotional and temporal, imogen starts her message calling relvin daddy.

like i don't know if i can really encapsulate the way that exchance made me feel, just imagine me pointing at the words and gesticulating emphatically but Good God

IMOGEN: Daddy, things are crazy. I love you, no matter what. Thank you for doing your best. RELVIN: Imogen, I think about you a lot. I hope wherever you are, you’re happy. You always were a wanderin’ spirit. Horses miss you as much as I do.

"thank you for doing your best" in a message sent to her father hours after sending a message to her cult-indoctrinated mother who she is choosing to trust is working on her side. who she can't be sure is actually doing her best. do you get it. do you see what i see.

and the fact that one of the first things in the campaign we heard from imogen about her father was that he was probably better off now that she wasn't there, that she figured based on the distance that grew between them, he was probably relieved without her around. and relvin's message tonight rebuting that idea. because he's a reticent man who has probably uttered the words 'i love you' a maximum of 10 times in his life, but he tells her he misses her as much as the horses do, that he hopes she's happy (implies he imagines she is because she was always a wandering spirit -- me choosing not to think about relvin saying he always assumed liliana would leave gelvaan, he just thought he'd go with her) and that he thinks of her often. i can't take it. i can't.

[itsnotamatterofif]

Cast Recording thoughts that no one asked for!

It’s getting a solid 7/10 for me, and I don’t think it’s any of the actor’s faults. There’s just some strange editing choices that make absolutely no sense to me (freight into act 2 hydrogen with no coda being one of them), and the whole thing just sounds very… earnest? They sure are hitting every note perfectly, there’s just no riffs unless you’re greaseball or Momma, and I am thinking that it’s either a directing choice or just a general lack of confidence from brand new debuting cast. I wasn’t sure at first if this is just due to the improving quality of audio recording since 2009, but like, all the T’s are accentuated and half of the riffs sound like they were pre-agreed, there’s no room for the actors to show off if that makes sense.

There were a few songs that I didn’t like, (I’ll be honest Freight pales in comparison to previous freights, which is sad as a Hydra stan - he doesn’t even get his introduction!!!!) and there were some that smashed it out of the park, and I genuinely think all of the problems are just very strange creative decisions by a team who wanted to make something ‘new’ and ‘modern’ without quite understanding what that is outside of ditching a traditional pit orchestra. I’m a bit sad they don’t have any incidentals, but also that’s rare to find in cast recordings these days.

Outside of that, however, I think the actual singing is great and the cast do their damned best. I’ve never actually heard Jeevan as Rusty (I saw Scott when I saw it) so it was really nice to hear - he has such a good voice. Tom Pigram also comes across better on the recording - some of the megamixes have been DODGY on those top notes, but the recording was super good and I like the editing in AC/DC. The ethereal twink vibes are unreal, they’re giving those rich dudes on instagram who always brag about having £40 cups of tea or whatever.

I’m gonna do an under the cut with a thought on every song (I need to give the music student in me something to do every now and then)

Okay track list run down!

Overture/entry of trains: nothingburger song but otherwise a nice into, could have done with a bit of a break between the mum telling control off and then going into the song but whatever. Slightly strange no trains have nationalities but Greaseball is still the Union Pacific, however big up They/Them Orange Flash.

Rolling Stock: classic, love it, 10/10. We already knew this was a banger.

Crazy: we already knew this was a banger too. Jeevan’s Rusty is so sweet and determined. I don’t know if I prefer it over the doo-wap version from 2009 but it’s still good.

I Am Me: I still don’t actually know whether I like this song, but I also didn’t know whether I liked it in Bochum. It’s a bit generic and it think it’s a bit weird that they’re all like ‘yeah those engines can’t push us around!’ before being pushed around by the engines. I think I just miss A Whole Lotta Locomotion but I can understand why they cut it.

Whistle At Me: this is so sweet but so weird. Why is Rusty not allowed to whistle? Is it because of noise pollution laws? Cat calling allegory? Are steamers second class citizens and have to keep all proof they’re a steamer quiet? What’s the deal here. They’ll remove incidental speech that is essential to the story but keep in Pearl friendzoning him.

Freight is Great: UGH. Tassita is the highlight here honestly. It’s just so EMPTY, I guess that’s a constraint of just how few cast members can be on that stage without there being a health and safety shut down. I hate the chop into Hydrogen, it’s so horrible and janky and that’s not even where Hydrogen is in the show.

Hydrogen: breaks my heart to say it, but I never really liked Hydrogen. I don’t like environmentalist activism in shows since it’s never the audience who needs to hear it, and I find it funny that ALW wants to preach this now when he’s more than happy to take a private jet to a country he doesn’t live in to support a political party who doesn’t really care (ALW is Tory scum for those not in the UK). Jayden Vijn is a powerhouse both vocally and on stage though, and there’s more character in this song than there is in half the first act sooooo

AC/DC: actually a banger? I like the different approach to Electra, and I think the editing covers up for the fact that Pigram isn’t a belter. They did forget to introduce a component though which is just a hilarious oversight.

Pumping Iron: IMPECCABLE 10/10. No notes. Al Knott is amazing.

Make up My Heart: very sweet, very earnest. Montecillo’s Pearl seems to be very innocent, which is different. Can’t really go wrong with this one.

Momma’s Blues: mmmm Jade Marvin has such a nice voice, it takes her a line or two to get into it but once she’s into it it’s very nice and smooth. Classic song, really like it, Lumber’s interrupts however make absolutely no sense without the visuals.

Starlight Express: it’s the song!! Why did they change the melody oh my GOD- Jeevan sings it so nicely but I would give my right arm to hear him sing the traditional one.

UNCOUPLED: Eve Humphries is so so so good. The loss of the accent is worth mourning, but I’d rather she did it like this than put on a shit southern accent for the bit.

Wide Smile: not even gonna lie this is a JAM. Emily Martinez is such an underdog and she fucking went for it. Ending is a bit weird but I guess we can’t have everything.

The Races: I’m gonna include them as one since they’re functionally identical. It’s nice to have them in, I wish we could have had all four since I think the first one is actually race 1, 2, and 3 jammed together. I REALLY LIKE the chorus in the final race singing to get Rusty over the finish line, that’s such a sweet touch.

I am the Starlight: impeccable. This is one of those songs you have to get right and I think they both aced it. I think there’s room for both of them to be a bit more vocally adventurous, but it’s a solid performance, and it’s fantastic live which adds to my theory that they were all being held back by vocal direction.

One Rock N Roll Too Many: amazing, funny as fuck. Greasy’s and Electra’s ‘NO’ is amazing. 10/10.

I do: I feel a bit bad saying this is a bit generic, it’s a fantastic vocal performance, I just think next time you fall in love is much more theatrically interesting and gives some character depth. Pearl spends most of the musical not really giving a shit about Rusty so it’s suddenly a bit weird that she’s absolutely head over heads for him, and at least in Next Time she admits she liked him all along and just didn’t know it.

Light at the end of the Tunnel: classic and good, and I actually like the environmental changes here. Marvin shows again how strong of a singer she is and a good time is had all round.

Megamix: ELECTRA HIT THE NOTES YES LAD GET ON!!!!!! I have been listening to this on repeat for months on YouTube so it’s nice to have an official recording finally. Just an absolute tune.

Yeah anyway rant over feel free to disagree with me on most of this

[moraysoiree]

homesick

Just my idea of what it feels like to be far away from home.

characters: Floyd Leech x gn!reader (platonic, could be read as romantic), mentions of Jade and Azul word count: 1134

Ramshackle dorm prefect’s life was in no sense easy. Sitting through classes and thinking how you can’t even put all this knowledge to good use because of your ‘magiclessness’ was, for lack of a better term, pure torture. Thank god the classes ended, finally granting you some freedom to wander off in hopes to lift your spirits by hanging out with one of the strange people that were in abundance here.

To your glee, on the way to the first floor you noticed a familiar figure on a terrace just a flight of stairs below: one of the eel guys was standing there, leaning against the guardrail with slumped shoulders. Given the idleness, figuring his current mood was no big feat. The chance was worth taking, though.

‘FLOOOOYD!!’ you started skipping down excitedly, not even bothering to get to the floor and jumping off the middle right onto the unsuspecting victim. ‘Shrimpie!’ wide-eyed, Floyd still managed to catch the falling anvil and laughed, spinning from the momentum. ‘Ye gonna kill us one day,’ he grumbled. ‘I wish I could kill you that easily,’ you pinched his cheeks, causing the displeased eel to click his teeth in a mock threat. ‘A point. You little fishies, on the other hand…’ he trailed off. Both went on to lean onto the banisters, laziness afloat in the sunny spring air. The mood wasn’t as bad as expected. Or, rather, improved rapidly, for that matter. ‘Sup with the classes,’ you tugged on the lilac ribbon hanging from his forearm. ‘Skipping, huh? What would Azul say?!’ you covered your mouth, appearing to be scandalized. Theatrical jests usually amused him, but not today for some reason. Or was it Azul’s name that got on his nerves? Either way, Floyd wasn’t really in the mood for talking, so the clue was taken and both stared off into the distance silently. And was there a lot to stare at, as college’s balconies had the best view onto the sharp cliffs, mercilessly slicing the rumbling waves into white foam.

Something occurred to you, and you asked, fidgeting with the very same ribbon still: ‘Say, don’t you ever get homesick?’. Floyd tore his eyes off the sea and gave you a thoughtful glance, ‘Mm-hhm… not really. There are a lot of things on land. I think Jade got it worse’. ‘Jade?! How come?’ It was hard to believe that Jade, who navigated human society better than the majority of humans, was, in fact, facing some trouble adapting. ‘S’ not like he doesn’t love it here, too, I mean. But y’know how he goes to wander by himself and chew on his plants or whareva-you-call-it. That’s different from me. Gets melancholic ‘nd all.’ Floyd sighed and stretched, crossing arms behind his head. ‘And you don’t? Like ever’. ‘Don’t think so? Lotta interesting things just keep happening around. This school is kinda special tho. Many fishies to squeeze, and jumping right into my jaws, too,’ he shut his eyes in delight, but his general expression shifted into something more sinister, something ascending from the murky depths, prowling and lurking. ‘Kinda like home. Ya kno’ it’s crazy down there. You can never stop or rest. Unless you wanna be eaten, ‘course. Same here,’ he waved at the Night Raven College’s walls. ‘So your bloodlust is what keeps you going? Should’ve known better,’ you scoffed, and Floyd rolled his eyes. ‘Mean! I like many of your things, like clothes, and phones, and the strange food you have. S’ not like I only care about beatin’ up some krill,’ you eyed his messy uniform doubtfully and pondered whether the eel really liked clothes as much as he claimed to.

‘But you’re like Jade, aren’t you, little Shrimp?’ Floyd snapped you from your thoughts forcefully, and you noticed he was staring at you sharply. ‘You get those sour moods and sigh a lot’. Look who’s talking about moods!? But he was right, although it came as a surprise that such things didn’t escape him. He’d always seemed too caught up in his own emotions. Or was it precisely because of it that Floyd had noticed the way his friend was a bit too quiet on one day and a tad too distant on the other... ‘I love you all, but I didn’t really choose to be here, and I don’t even know if there’s a way to go back. Even if there is, will I survive with people overblotting left and right and making it everyone’s problem?!’ Floyd laughed. ‘Nothing to laugh about in my life’, you sighed. ‘You would be shocked how hard it is to live without the little things, like my favourite songs, or the trinkets I’d collected, or the bakeries I’d always visited’. He was listening silently, letting you get it all off your chest. ‘I had friends back home, too. Will I ever see them again? Do they miss me, I wonder.. Maybe I died in my world and got isekai’d here so there’s not really a place for me to return to at all?!’ Floyd scrunched his face up at your outburst. ‘Now you sound just like Firefly Squid.’ Then, however, his expression became serious. ‘You know, Shrimpie. There are a lot of things in this world that are out of our control. You can have a down-to-the-minute detailed plan, covering the next forty years, but what use will it be if a shark gobbles you up tomorrow? You should value the ‘now’, or ya risking to miss all the fun n’ regret it later,’ his hand ruffled your hair. ‘I get that it ain’t easy for ya to be all gung-ho about it all the time, but that kind of thinking is just a waste. Say what, how ‘bout we go make Crowley get his game up with your homeworld instead? I can squeeze him real tight if ya wanna.’ You thought about it for a solid moment, seriously considering the offer. ‘I’m good. Spare the unfortunate soul, he’s got his plate served to him from people throwing hands last week’. ‘And who’s to thank for that ya think?’ Oh. Of course. ‘What a spectacular friend I have, rushing to avenge me before I even ask!’ The phrase might have been a joke, but you put your genuine gratitude for the so much needed reassurance into it. To that display of emotions, Floyd’s eyes glinted mischievously. ‘So you saying you owe me one?’ You regretted your choice of words instantly. ‘Come ooon, ain’t gonna eat ya, Shrimpie. Not yet, anyway. Speaking of food… What a rad way to repay me, huh?’ ‘Mostro Lounge?’ Floyd groaned. ‘Heell naaah if I see Azul today I’ll punch smn. Hard.’ So it WAS about Azul, in the end. ‘Canteen it is then. Takoyaki?’ ‘Ya know me best, Shrimpie.’

[thatonefandomjumper]

If you were able to make Valdangelo canon how would you write them ?

Very good question.

The thing is, Valdangelo is a relationship that I feel had so so much potential due to how the characters were individually written, but at the same time, I really don't trust that Riordan would have done them justice just on account of how Heroes of Olympus was written as a whole. To really make their relationship satisfying, I'd probobly need to make some substantial rewrites to the series as a itself.

But for simplicity sake, let's say we're keeping all big plot points and beats the same with the only difference being that Valdangelo is endgame.

House of Hades would be the most logical place for the two of them to shine, considering Nico was, uh, quite occupied during Mark of Athena. Leo is canonically very spooked by Nico's mere existence on the ship and Nico prefers to keep to himself most times. Not only that, but the two places they each spend the most time is not only the most isolated parts of the ship but also, sort of the furthest away from each other (Crows nest and Engine room).

Not only that, but these two are so bad at normal human interactions that the only way they could genuinely start to open up to each other and find that they are oh so eerily similar is for some outside factor to push for it to happen.

Whatever that is, and no matter how it happens, the biggest thing the two of them need is just a conversation. Genuinely, I think that's all that is needed for something to happen. Something romantic? Not necessarily, but hoo-boy if they opened up to each other in one way or another things would never be the same.

There will always be a terrifying thought of "Oh god, you see right though me and I see myself in you. This is awful I must stay away or I might learn something about myself that I don't want too." But at the same time, no one else will ever get it. To hate yourself so much. To feel alone all the time. To be unworthy of love and broken beyond repair.

So as much as they want to stay away, they inevitable meet again. Possibly in the night, when they are alone, because they would not want anyone around for this.

I am a dynamic girly at the end of the day, so when I ship characters I rarely actually think about the getting together part or anything that relates to that, but were they to get together at this point, it would be in a sort of fucked up self-discovery way where both of them adamantly agree to keep it a secret. They do not want anyone to find out ever that they kiss when they are on the verge of breakdowns.

But evolving from that (And after Nico's outing and Leo's stay in Ogygia, probobly with platonic Caleo or at least Leo feeling obligated to save her out of guilt for not being able to be with her) they become each others confidants. They both dislike showing true weakness, especially of the emotional kind so having someone who just gets it is not only new but terrifying. Whether that be the deaths of their family members or both of their serious cases of internalized homophobia, the other will understand.

People notice, of course, but Nico and Leo avoid each other in public to such a comical degree that it makes it almost more obvious that something is going on. They deflect like crazy when their relationship is brought up and most back off out of respect, but Piper and Percy are the two who speculate the most...

As the journey passes, little things start happening. Leo tells Nico to eat once in a while. Nico forces Leo to take a proper nap. Things the others either don't know they struggle with or aren't thinking about because there ae more important things going on. And slowly, the two start... improving? It was never the intention because they don't see themselves worthy of healing, but the other wants them to get better, and they don't want to lose the one relationship that let's them be wholly vulnerable. It's strange, but it feels good.

Now, I have always hated how angry Nico was at Leo for dying in canon because it makes zero sense in my opinion, but that's a whole 'nother conversation. But this time around, Nico would feel every right to be furious, because let's be real, Leo's secretive ass would not tell him this. There is a line to his emotional openness and telling his sort-of-dating-for-convenience-boyfriend about the fact he's actively planning his own suicide, despite the fact he's planning to bounce back from it is just a step too far. He knows it's selfish. But he just can't.

And it's in the time they're apart that they truly understand just how much they'd started leaning on each other in the time they were together. The bad habits they broke coming back and the longjng to see the other growing stronger. They both sort of hate it. Nico joins Jason and Piper in their search while Leo is trying his best to get back to camp.

No matter how the reunion would go, I like to think that Nico would have spilled the beans about their relationship to the others at that point, so Leo, who had been psyching himself up to swoop Nico into his arms and declare their love to the camp doesn't exactly get that. But what he does get is tears, angry, possibly unfair words, and reconciliation. Their back with each other, and this time, they won't screw it up.

Valdangelo is a story of healing. Of two broken people building each other back up. No matter what direction I'd go with actually making the relationship happen, they will always represent the mortifying ordeal of being known.

Anyway, they are actually impossible and there is something very wrong with them. Thank you for the ask and here's a drawing:

Also, I wrote a Valdangelo fic way back in 2021 where a similar scenario played out if you are interested:

[ken-dom]

It’s Crazy How I Need Your Friction

Ken x Driver

3.5k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Driver didn’t mind the occasional mess, because Ken always cleaned up after himself. He didn’t care very much for horses, either, but they made Ken happy and he liked Ken to be happy. He hadn’t, however, been so keen on Ken’s recent obsession with tools. At least, not to begin with.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: Thank you to my big sister K for reading this weeks ago and then reading it again when I finally got motivation to finish it. Motivation also provided by her and our delightful, never ending Driver conversation! Title from Kiss Me You Animal by Burn The Ballroom, recommended by Sascha 💖

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, masturbation, use of vibrator, dry humping, mentioned hand jobs and blow jobs, overstimulation, blood mention, crying, hammer kink - but specifically Driver’s hammer, copious amounts of glizz!

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Driver’s bland apartment had been much more a home since Ken had been around to brighten the place up.

There were always little surprises awaiting him when he returned, like when Ken tried baking for the first time and Driver found flour on every possible surface, between the bedsheets and dusted over the bathroom sink. But the extravagantly iced cupcakes smelled heavenly and tasted as incredible as Ken himself; Driver couldn’t ever get enough of that sweet pink glitter, and that night it was only improved by the butter icing smeared over Ken’s pretty face and bare chest.

Then there was the time Ken had come by a new horse themed blanket to throw over the otherwise dull two-seat sofa. Driver, never having been one for spending a great deal of time on soft furnishings at all, thought it was the softest texture he’d ever touched and fell asleep stroking the fleece with his fingertips while listening to Ken witter on endlessly and eagerly about his favourite horse facts.

Driver didn’t mind the occasional mess, because Ken always cleaned up after himself. He didn’t care very much for horses, either, but they made Ken happy and he liked Ken to be happy.

He hadn’t, however, been so keen on Ken’s recent obsession with tools. At least, not to begin with.

Ken had seen Driver come home with what he had learned was a hammer tucked into the back of his trousers one night, and after a brief explanation from Driver, his perfect doll had asked far too many questions for his liking.

Ever since then, and much to Driver’s dismay, Ken had been somewhat fixated. He wasn’t sure what exactly it was about the hammer that captivated him, but it seemed to stir something inside. Something thrilling. The same kind of feeling he got when Driver touched him in certain places, or kissed his neck. Tingly. Exciting.

‘Show me how you use it?’ he’d asked breathlessly while Driver was laid between his thighs, rolling his hips to slide their slick lengths together, lips hot against Ken’s neck, and Driver would shake his head without a word, rutting faster against his doll to distract his mind from the thought.

‘Where do you take it?’ he’d questioned with a whine as Driver wrapped his elegant, gloved hand around Ken’s pretty cock and pumped painfully slowly a few nights later.

‘Focus on my touch,’ Driver instructed plainly, swiping his thumb over Ken’s shimmering tip and eliciting a thick pearl of glittering precum and a hungry little groan.

Ken forgot about it soon enough.

‘Can you use it on me?’ he’d asked the next week.

That was the question that finally made Driver freeze up.

They were sitting on the soft horse blanket watching TV together, Drivers fingers sliding over the fleece in soothing, repetitive patterns with Ken’s perfectly pedicured feet resting on his lap.

‘Please?’ Ken pushed. ‘I want to see how it… feels…’

Driver’s fingers stopped rubbing at the blanket and he turned to look at Ken. His cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated, an enticing bulge steadily growing in his ridiculously sexy grey sweatpants.

‘No,’ Driver said softly but firmly, sparkling eyes flicking back up to Kens pleading ones.

‘Oh, please… you look so good with it. So strong and-’

Driver crawled forward and sealed his lips over Kens, heated and forceful.

‘You’re better than that, Ken,’ Driver breathed against those perfect lips, a hard bulge tenting in his jeans, now, too.

And then Ken’s vision blurred as Driver dipped lower, pulled down those grey sweatpants and wrapped his mouth around Ken’s pretty, throbbing cock.

****

Two days later, there was something waiting for Ken when he dragged himself out of bed and shuffled through to the kitchen.

Driver had usually left the apartment by the time Ken woke up, which was no surprise. Since living in the real world, some days Ken could sleep in until lunch and still take an afternoon nap. How humans did so much without rest caused his head to ache if he thought about it for too long.

This morning (or was it afternoon now?), beside Ken’s horse mug, prepared with a strawberry tea bag, and a full kettle ready to boil at the touch of a button on the counter, was a plain white box wrapped with a pink bow, a short message jotted on the front in neat black ink.

TO MY PRETTY DOLL, Ken recognised Driver’s all-caps handwriting immediately, SOMETHING A LITTLE SAFER FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH. BE GOOD FOR ME UNTIL I’M HOME.

The message was signed off with a little winking face that made Ken’s heart flutter. Be good with a wink usually seemed to mean it was ok to be naughty from what he’d understood of the real world so far.

Ken’s brow furrowed and his head tilted to the side as he unwrapped the bow and slid the lid off the box. Inside was a charging cable, a small bottle of liquid, and a brand new hammer.

It didn’t look like Driver’s hammer. It wasn’t made of heavy looking metal, it was pink, which immediately delighted Ken, and it had three buttons near the top. The handle was textured with a soft twisted groove running around it, rounded rather pleasantly at the end. It looked soft and hard in equal measures and something about that made Ken’s core clench.

He carefully removed the hammer from the packaging and held the tool in his palm, gently running his fingers over the soft silicone, wondering what the buttons were for. Driver’s hammer didn’t have buttons.

He pressed the one in the centre of the three, displaying what he had recently learned was the universal symbol for on/off, and upon feeling the effect it had, immediately dropped it.

The hammer buzzed across the counter top, having vibrated quite vigorously in Ken’s grip, and as much as it had surprised him, it had also turned his eyes wide.

This was no hammer, Ken realised, it was a sex toy. The first one he’d seen for real. The first one he’d held. And it was all his.

He watched in awe as his new toy juddered along, feeling a familiar sort of power pump through his veins.

Did Driver want him to use it? He wasn’t sure exactly how to do that. He could figure it out, though, he was sure. Maybe there would be an instruction manual. Like the one included with the coffee table flat pack they’d bought, which Driver assembled while Ken watched, hard and panting by the time Driver had finished with the screwdriver.

Giggling at how the toy had felt against his palm, he picked it up and switched it off, heading straight back to bed with the box tucked under his arm like he meant business and his head held high with a determined grin pulling at his lips.

Settling into place, cross-legged on the unmade bed, he popped the bottle of liquid from the packaging, and discovered a folded piece of paper hidden under it.

Beneath the brand name and and a bold subtitle of Vibrates on all ends!, the paper contained instructions in impossibly minuscule text. Much to Ken’s relief, as he scanned down the paper he found little drawings showing how each button worked, how to charge the toy, and how to use each part.

His cheeks burned the more he looked at the little images. Driver had chosen this toy especially for him, and wherever he was right now, he’d know Ken was using it. His heart began to pound in his chest.

A quiet little whine filled the otherwise silent room, Ken’s cock was already leaking in anticipation. He was sure he could learn by doing rather than being shown… Driver wouldn’t have trusted him with it otherwise, would he?

He dropped back onto the pillows and shimmied his joggers down, gasping at the cool air stinging his heated flesh. He grabbed the hammer and, watching carefully, dragged the head of it slowly up the underside of his length, collecting a thick pearl of sparkly precum from the tip, holding it there as his chest heaved.

Hand shaking, his thumb moved to hover over the on/off button again, and swallowing hard, Ken started up the vibration.

A high pitched moan echoed around the whole apartment. The vibration was a little strong to start with, so he quickly played with the top button to adjust the strength, groaning in relief when he found the perfect setting.

His cock was throbbing already, and aching to be touched. He pushed the head of the hammer lower, pressing it against the base of his cock before gradually pulling it back up, feeling every jolt of the vibrator in minute detail.

Ken’s free hand balled into a tight fist, twisting the sheets beneath him in his grip, and his head dropped back against the pillow as his back arched off the bed.

It felt like nothing he could ever have imagined, his whole body completely lost in the rapture of the vibration, shooting sensations he’d never before felt through his whole body. All thought had vanished in a haze of overwhelming bliss and in the midst of a loud string of weak, hungry moans, a guttural, drawn out growl erupted from his throat as a hot rope of glittery slick shot up over his stomach and coated his smooth skin with a pretty, pink release.

Ken never had much of a refractory period. He wasn’t sure if it was due to having been a doll in Barbieland – Ken was made to be used in whichever way the person playing with him saw fit. Or perhaps it was because since he became human and discovered so many new physical sensations, he had been insatiably horny to make up for all that genital-less time.

In any event, he was hard again almost immediately, and, ignoring the pink shimmer drying on his stomach, he immediately pressed the vibrator to hip tip again, long fingers wrapping around his sensitive cock to stroke his shaft, pumping lightly.

He imagined what Driver might do if he saw him like this, with that dangerous glint in his handsome eyes; the look that fascinated Ken… flicking away his toothpick to focus his mouth on lapping up the mess Ken had made instead, before helping him make another one-

And here it was. With a shout, and a much more furious pump of his fist, he released another helping of that delicious pink cum Driver seemed to love so much.

Ken’s breath had turned heavy. Two orgasms in and he usually started to feel a little tired out, even if he knew could go for a couple more rounds. But this was different; all he felt was a burning sensation in the pit of his stomach, his cock barely softening before standing to attention again, his heart racing.

He wanted more.

It was like the first time Driver made him cum. A simple hand job inside his trousers, but it made Ken so hungry for whatever that feeling was, he had to run off to the bathroom to jerk himself off three more times before his body would calm, each time trying to replicate the feeling Driver had given him, but never quite reaching it.

He’d never touched himself before, and it was intense and exciting and a little bit naughty. And when he asked Driver if it was normal, he’d simply replied with a quiet chuckle and a shrug. Later, as they were falling asleep, Driver had whispered, ‘I would’ve taken care of it for you, you know. If you’d wanted,’ and just like that Ken was hard again.

Ken tried to let his breath settle for a moment, and whilst still, he wondered when Driver would be home. He missed him, which wasn’t unusual after only an hour apart, but he also longed to show him how the hammer felt. He knew Driver would want to watch from the chair in the corner while Ken played out all the ways he’d used it today, and it made Ken’s core (and heart) ache. But he also wanted to use it on Driver, to make his eyes roll back and his breath catch and his cock throb just like his own had.

Mmh. Driver’s cock. Suddenly, Ken felt the desire to be filled to the brim, and reached for the little bottle of lube. His fingers wandered down between his legs to find his hole, trying to remember how Driver always did it.

With a generous squirt of the cool liquid, he pushed a finger inside and gasped, pumping carefully before daring to add another. His cock twitched as he fucked into himself, but he ignored it for now, wanting to get the handle of that hammer inside him before he came again this time.

His mind wandered to how this had all started – Driver’s hammer, and how he’d fantasized about him pulling it out of the back of his jeans and dragging it down Ken’s chest, hooking it inside the waistband his trousers to rip them off, and then fucking him with it, hard and fast until Ken saw stars.

He slid his fingers out and grabbed the hammer once again, hastily coating it with lube before slowly pushing it inside with a strangled, ‘Augh!’ when it reached that spot inside that made his toes curl. 

It felt different to Driver. Not bad, just different. 

He fumbled for the buttons and started up the soft vibration again, gentle, but as it turned out, very effective.

He writhed around on the bed, trying to find the perfect position to fuck himself, and ended up laid on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest, one hand controlling the thrusting of the hammer and the other wrapped loosely around his cock, massaging lightly.

****

When Driver returned, the pleasant scent of strawberry milk hit him like a tonne of bricks. He clicked the front door shut quietly behind him as he considered the options. Knowing Ken the way he did, it could mean one of two things; either Ken made a copious amount of milkshakes and had coated half the kitchen in pink, creamy liquid, which wouldn’t surprise Driver at all, or Ken had a very good time with the toy he’d left for him.

One of Driver’s favourite things about being intimate with Ken was the reward of his pink, sparkly, artificial strawberry scented seed he got every time he made him cum. It had of course been a talking point when he’d first seen it, after the initial phase of handjobs inside trousers and dry humping while they made out. And Driver could never get enough of it. He was sure he never would.

He didn’t want to disturb Ken, so he moved carefully. If he was lucky, he could watch for a while, see how Ken liked to use the hammer when he was alone. This was a slightly dangerous idea, since he knew he would cum in his pants from the sight alone, but he really he wanted to fuck Ken for himself after knowing he’d played with his toy all day.

Stuffing his gloves into his back pocket, he passed the sofa, and, finding no evidence of Ken, peered around the corner to the bed.

Ah. There he was. Sprawled out on his front, the pink hammer held loosely in his palm between his perfect ass cheeks.

Snoring.

Driver sighed, soft and dreamy. His pretty doll had worn himself out.

‘Had fun, baby?’ he smiled, crouching by the bed and softly stroking Ken’s cheek.

He swallowed hard when Ken shifted and revealed a big, pink stain, subtly shimmering in the low light. Running his fingers through the sticky pool, he couldn’t help but raise his fingertips to his lips and savour what he’d collected, cock straining in his jeans as soon as the taste spread over his tongue.

He bit down on his toothpick, jaw clenching as he attempted to calm himself. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he stood to clean up his doll and tuck him comfortably into bed. 

Ken continued to snore contentedly as Driver moved around the bed and knelt on the mattress behind him. When Driver’s careful fingers wrapped around the hammer to remove and clean it, Ken moaned. Really moaned, and began to push his hips back, seeking the feeling again.

Driver froze, dropping the toy and waiting to see if Ken was waking up or having what he supposed would be classed as a wet dream.

Ken’s hand felt around haphazardly for the vibrator, instead coming into contact with the arm Driver was using to prop himself up.

Ken’s eyes flew open and he flipped onto his back in one swift motion, screaming dramatically until he realised it was just his lover returned home.

Driver smiled down at him with a crooked, mildly naughty smirk, and Ken blushed crimson.

‘Th-thank you for the- the-’ he tried, trailing off as the realisation hit him that he was lying in a pool of his own cum, the rest of it drying against his skin. And that he was hard again.

‘How many times?’ Driver asked simply. His voice was delicate and laced with lust.

Ken lifted his hands to count on his fingers, flicking them up one by one as he tried to remember. He got lost somewhere along the way and started again with a furrowed brow, clearly losing track again and growling in frustration.

Driver wrapped his soft hands around Ken’s wrists and lowered them for him.

‘Hey, it doesn’t matter. One more – for me?’

Panting, Ken nodded, and Driver smiled, collecting up the toy and switching it on. The vibration seemed a little slow, like it needed charging, and Ken must have known this to be the case because he averted his gaze, cheeks glowing again.

Briefly, Driver wondered if the vibration would be strong enough to satisfy him, but going by the way Ken was leaking already, he thought he might be just sensitive enough for it not to matter.

He positioned himself above Ken, watching his perfect doll’s chiselled chest heave with need, the scent of strawberry overwhelming his senses now he was closer. His knee was slippery and wet through his jeans where he’d knelt in a patch of glittery cum. His cock throbbed, and he knew they’d be damp at the crotch soon, too.

Cautiously, Driver pressed the flat part of the hammer to the underside of Ken’s sensitive cock and watched it throb, too. Ken covered his face with his hands, so overwhelmed with pleasure he wondered whether he could physically take any more, despite how much he wanted it. He whimpered so weakly that Driver almost moaned, but managed to swallow it down before it slipped out.

Tears pricked at Ken’s eyes as Driver slid the hammer upwards, collecting a sparkling string of precum on the way to his steadily leaking tip, where he pressed the vibrator a little firmer. Even with the vibration running low, that’s all it took for Ken to fall apart once again, more strawberry shimmer erupting from his tip as tears flooded his cheeks, his back arched and his fingers gripped onto Driver’s jacket sleeves as if for dear life.

The most desperate, choked out sound he’d ever made ripped from his throat, and it sounded almost like pain. Driver practically swooned.

He had long since forgotten that he wanted to bury himself inside Ken; the sight of his pleasure mingled exhaustion from too many orgasms proved more than enough to bring him of, and he spilled, hot and wet inside his underwear, dropping down onto Ken and bucking his hips erratically against the doll’s firm thigh to chase some friction as his release took hold and stained the front of his jeans a darker shade of blue.

He rolled off Ken, hammer in one hand and Ken, sobbing and trembling now, seeking his other hand to hold. There was a long, comfortable silence as they both took the time to recover, and Ken snuggled into Driver’s side, beginning to doze off again pretty quickly. His free fingers tightly gripped onto his lover’s lightly blood-splattered shirt under that quilted jacket, and the mechanic laid beneath his doll with a satisfied smirk pulling hard at his lips.

It felt nice to be wanted. To be useful to someone. Someone he cared about, no less.

Driver tenderly kissed the top of Ken’s bleach blonde head and when he’d caught his breath, he took the opportunity to carefully slip away, clean himself up and change, run a bath for Ken and order them both some food.

They could sleep on the horse blanket tonight, fall asleep to one of Ken’s cutesy films on the sofa while the hammer was plugged in to charge, and worry about the bedsheets tomorrow.

[depressopax]

La casa de papel NSFW Alphabet

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

Part 6 - W-Z (Wild card, yearning, Zzz) Last part!

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Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia Sierra - x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI. Mentions of slightly erotic asphyxiation/choking kink, threesomes, possessiveness, semi public sex. Reader is gender neutral! For my own comfort, and since it doesn't apply to all characters, I skipped "X" for this alphabet. Sorry! Words: 1.4K Summary: The last part of my LCDP NSFW alphabet. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

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Nairobi

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves LOVES nudes. Of you, of course. Although she’s seen you naked multiple times, it always makes her jaw drop, to see your gorgeous body and imagine all the things she wants to do to you. She probably has a private photo gallery hidden on her phone, with… Those pictures ;)

If you’re comfortable with it OFC.

She sees nudes as a sign of trust, and she adores you for trusting her with such intimate pictures, and would NEVER share them with anyone else.

Why would she? You’re hers, after all. All hers… 

And ofc, she sends you pictures back… ;) A lot of them.

To tease you, turn you on… Yea <3

Not NSFW, but: Nairobi wants a family with you one day. She wants to be pregnant with your baby, even if that’s not “possible”. The thought alone drives her crazy with desire for you. The thought of raising a kid with you is a dream to her. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s on a normal level. 

Although… 

It’s hard to keep her hands off you.

When she falls in love, Nairobi falls hard.

Her love and adoration for you is strong.

…And so is her desire for you, and libido. 

She wants you all the time, if you’re in the mood, too.

She’s always down for sex with you, honestly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nairobi has a difficult time falling asleep.

She often lies awake, thinking, twisting and turning in bed.

Even after sex, she lies awake.

But often, it is because she’s distracted watching you.

She likes it when her partner falls asleep before her. She wants to feel like she’s protecting you, making you feel loved and ok. 

She’s often in awe of your beauty, and how calm and peaceful you look when sleeping. 

Nairobi likes falling asleep to the sounds of your soft snores, or deep breaths.

Berlin

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Berlin wears suits a lot, right?

To look good and to fit his “fancy” vibes, yes.

BUT…

His suits come in handy other times, too… 

Especially the tie. 

Just pull it a bit when kissing him.

Heck, he even likes it when you pull it too hard, causing him to gasp for air. 

OR… If you use the tie to handcuff him, or blindfold him with it. EVEN USE IT AS A GAG.

The possibilities are endless. You choose - he’s happy with anything ;)

Yup, “he likes it rough”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Bro is horny as hell 💀

Wakes up with a boner, and can’t go to sleep at night before a quickie with you. 

He may be a bit “older” but don’t let that trick you.

He has a hot partner like you, ofc his sex drive is high ;)

He wants to be able to satisfy your needs, always. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. 

Sometime he basically falls asleep minutes after finishing

And he feels guilty af about it later LMAO

So he tries to stay up with you, prioritizing aftercare before sleep.

He absolutely adores you, and seeing you asleep next to him is one of his favorite things.

Knowing that he’s the reason you’re so exhausted makes him want to pamper you with love and affection

But he’s pretty tired, too. So he either falls asleep with you, or as soon as he sees you asleep. 

Denver

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is pretty possessive, but…

If you suggest a threesome, he’s not one to back down.

It doesn’t really matter what gender the person is, if you find them hot, and he does too, he’d be down.

Of course he wouldn’t let them do anything though.

The thought of guiding someone, showing them what you like… A big yes. 

And then proceed to fuck you, showing the third “how it’s done”

Seeing you receive pleasure is everything to him. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HORNY AF BOYYY

Always wants you, always needy for sex. 

He’s not shy to show you his desire, either…

He’ll practically beg for attention LOL

When he’s not with you, or doesn’t want to bother you, he’ll masturbate, of course whilst thinking of you, tho… ;)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty fast tbh

After reassuring you’re ok, he’ll simply wrap his arms around you, kiss your skin, and then fall asleep whilst mumbling “I love you.”

Tokyo

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sometimes, she likes taking risks.

For example: Pulling you into a closet for a quickie, knowing damn well there’s people outside that could walk in at any time…

I can just imagine her - in the Toledo house before the heist - fucking you/making you fuck her against a wall, turned on by the fact you can be caught at any moment. 

Bathroom sex. Joining you in the shower, sitting down on the sink counter, having you eat her out… It’s heaven to her. The thought of someone pulling at the locked door excites her.

And seeing you all stressed out, anxious to be caught, or whimpering whilst attempting to muffle moans, damn hot, if you ask Tokyo…

She’ll cover you in hickeys only to watch you cover them up later, smug af knowing it’s her fault. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive is above the average. 

She loves having sex with you, and she finds it important for a relationship (although she’d OFC be understanding and respectful if you don’t have a libido/don’t like/need sex)

She’s always down to have sex with you.

And she’s not afraid to tell you so. She’s not subtle about it either…  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on what you did.

If she was rough with you, she’ll stay up, praising you, cuddling and comforting you, if needed. She’ll let you fall asleep before she does. 

If it’s the other way around, she falls asleep pretty fast.

She also gets clingy, holding onto you and sleeping in your arms. Safe and sound.

Professor

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Glasses stay on during sex.

Poor man is basically blind without them LMAO 😭

He wants to see what he’s doing, to pay attention to your every squirm and facial expression..

Yes, even when going down on you. He doesn’t like creating a mess, but he wouldn’t be mad if you smudge his glasses ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Depends on his partner tbh.

If you have a high sex drive, he matches it. If it’s low, he respects that, and doesn’t need sex that often either.

If he’s in the mood but you’re not, he will solve it with a wank. 

If your libido is high tho… 👀

He matches your vibe, ofc ;)

Sometimes he might have a difficult time keeping up LOL

He’s a bit sensitive, alright? 

But he’s always down to satisfy your needs, and you do the same for him. <3

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is distracted by watching you after sex. He’s amazed by you, and everything you do. So it takes him a while to stop staring in awe, and actually get some sleep.

You often need to cuddle him to actually make him fall asleep. 

Alicia Sierra

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Everyone does something “illegal” sometimes. 

Even Alicia, because that woman would 100% use her handcuffs on you. 

Or fuck you in a police car. 

“Being a cop has its perks.” is her excuse for it lmao-

She likes spicing it up, you know?

Taking risks is hot to her. And for you? It’s worth it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s on a normal level.

She likes sex with you, and the intimacy of it.

But she also likes showing you love in other ways.

Apart from touch, her love language is gifts and words of affirmation. 

She matches your sex drive, and lets you decide when to have sex.

But if your libido is high, that’s just a bonus to Alicia… ;)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Alicia feels extremely protective of you.

She can only fall asleep after giving you aftercare.

And she can’t sleep if you’re not safe and sound in her arms. 

You and her often end up falling asleep together, both at peace when cuddling, and sleepy from some damn good sex.

And that's a wrap for my LCDP NSFW Alphabet! :D Thank you to everyone reading and loving it! <3 Sorry for the wait, but here it is! All complete lol I've had so much fun writing these, and I might do the SFW Alphabet too, if I got the time 👀 This week, I'll try to organize the Alphabets and post them separately for EACH character! Will also publish them all on AO3! Yay <3

[talkedy]

I was going to write a pretty long post about Epic Mickey: Rebrushed and post it on my main blog, but I didn't think anyone would want to read that, and then it led into me just making this blog. Haha. So I guess if you're here, you do want to read my long rambly thoughts. Here is what I think of the game...

I feel like we're living in a time where creativity is kind of running thin. All we're getting from the industry (and by that I mean Disney because they have a chokehold on everything) is remakes, remasters. Retellings. It's gotten to a point where indie projects feel more creatively sound than projects worked on by huge companies that have ten times the staff. I'm not particularly huge on video game remakes... there's very few remakes I prefer over the originals, and a lot of the times it feels like remakes are just being created to capitalize on the nostalgia people have for it without really enhancing or trying to fix the flaws in the original game. COUGH POKEMON BD/SP COUGH

And in that regard. Epic Mickey (2010) is a very flawed game. It has a lot of objective problems with the platforming mechanics and visuals and such. Mickey is pretty difficult to control... the slow platforming combined with the awkward camera combined with the extremely dark hard-to-navigate visuals made certain parts of the game either very boring or very frustrating. I consider Epic Mickey to be a pretty great game that just suffers from inconsistent difficulty spikes and unclear objectives (which is almost exactly how I feel about Undertale, one of my favorite games ever! so don't take it personally Epic Mickey, heheh)...

Now that Rebrushed is out, I have to say... it turns Epic Mickey from a good but flawed game into a really really excellent game.

Mickey is so fun to control, I'm triple jumping and dashing everywhere and having a blast. I never realized how lackluster the motion controls of the original game were until I played Epic Mickey mapped to a conventional game controller!! He's got a sprint... a more efficient spin attack... a ground pound, a dash... Mickey just feels so much more mobile now, and I never thought such a small change could improve the game so much... the platforming is fun now!! And the visual overhaul really really helps with that, too. Some people were upset that the atmosphere is less dark, but I welcome it with open arms. Who knew that being able to see the the world and the things around you... would make the gameplay easier to understand? Gamechanger...

Besides the platforming overhaul, I really really like how they handled the quest system here. I'm gonna be honest, I rarely did the non-story important quests back in the original game because it was just so hard to keep up with-- and I don't even remember what the original organization system for the quests were. But now they're so incredibly easy to do!! The game lets you know exactly where you need to go to do the quest, what you need to do, and who you need to return to when it's finished. And I ended up doing just about every quest in the game!! Even the boring ones like painting in the plants in each hub world and fixing the Bog Easy bridges. I did end up missing a few quests... a couple of characters showed up as Lost Souls in the final level, which only makes me more determined to do all of the quests in my next Paint route playthrough. And that's crazy!! I hate side quests!!

I just really appreciate how hard the game works to make sure that you're not without an objective to reach or thing to do. The map shows you exactly where you need to head in each level, along with the updated quest journal, along WITH being able to talk to Gus in the overworld (which I'm sure was a thing in the original and I just don't remember it, he seems much easier to locate now..), in general it feels like the game is working with you to ensure that you don't get lost. Maybe it's just doing it to make the game easier on young kids, but is that so bad...?

Quality of life updates... being able to skip the projector stages is pretty convenient. Originally those stages didn't bother me as much as they did other people, but I will say that I did skip them just about every time, heheh. Along with the small changes made to particularly frustrating missions... I noticed a lot of the time-based mini objectives were either eased or removed completely. That's nice! And turned enemies converting other enemies with Paint, now, instead of thinning them out is very nice. Also... the hub worlds staying painted / thinned out!! It really makes the game feel like it's dynamically changing with your choices. I feel like I'm making a difference in this world when I walk into a completely painted Mean Street-- and on the opposite end, it's super eerie to enter a completely empty one on the Thinner route.

On that note... I see people complaining that the morality system of the game wasn't changed, and it makes me scratch my head a little bit. This is a problem people have with the original game-- that the differing routes of the game feel underbaked, and while I can understand that perspective I don't really agree with it.

Epic Mickey is a game that is meant to dynamically change with the choices you make. In that regard, you're not railroaded down any certain path. There is one singular main story, one main objective-- to get the rocket parts and go home-- and that doesn't change depending on what path you take. How you get there is what matters, and the world changes to reflect how you've affected it. The music changes, the townies carry themselves differently and have different dialogue, (the overworld now sticks to your modifications!!) your relationships with characters progress in different ways... and, in that sense, the Thinner Route is not meant to be a giant, bombastic smokeshow of violence and chaos... it's a subtle degradation of the world around you. It's something you're meant to FEEL, even if you can't see the effects immediately. It's a story about decay and neglect. Which is also what the Paint Route is about, but in a different way.

And, even further in that regard, I don't think anything needed to be changed about it. There's no need to change the cutscenes; Oswald's going to give Mickey back his Heart no matter what he does, and I feel like that aspect of his character only enhances the Thinner Route and its consequences. Oswald may hate you if you're a Thinner crazed mouse that goes around destroying and neglecting everything... but he also loves you!! Because, at its core-- Epic Mickey is a story about love. Changing that for the purpose of making a more "satisfying" morality system just kind of goes against what the game is.

...I think that pretty much wraps up all of my important thoughts on the game. It's no doubt the definitive way to play it. Even if I advocate for the grimy, unpolished look of the original game... Epic Mickey: Rebrushed is a clear example of what a good remake IS. It was definitely a game that NEEDED to be remade.

And not just because I love it so much! But that may have influenced my thoughts, too, heheh.

[mazzystar24]

Here's the thing and I'm not saying it's ok, it's obviously not in any way, shape or form, but since I'm assuming you have all the tags of bucktommy filtered perhaps you haven't seen it. Most of the bucktommy blogs (including ones that also ship buddie) have gotten many many hate asks, insulting them, accusing them of something, and just being incredibly disgusting. You literally can't go to the bucktommy tag without finding many posts of buddie fans who tag bucktommy saying shit about the ship, the actors, and the people who ship them. Saying that bucktommy shippers must feel threatened by buddie going canon and that's why they are rude is absolutely crazy (though there might be some that do, who knows?). Now, I'm sure that going to the buddie tag is also hard to do and there must be people who post shit about buddie and I know there are many blogs that are anti the extreme buddie fans. So, what I'm trying to say is that both ships have people that are purposely posting things to make the others mad, that are actively trying to continue this -frankly- stupid ship war. And they are being racist (on both sides, not just bucktommy shippers, I saw a bucktommy blog from a POC person get an ask calling them the n* word) and just plain awful. So, assuming that buddie blogs are better and do nothing wrong is incorrect, and it goes the other way as well. I really don't understand how people can be so mean, and so self-centered over two ships that who even knows what's going to happen? Everyone, absolutely everyone should do better. No one is better than the other one.

Hi anon!

Okay in case you don’t know my blog here is my usual warning that I will be bullet pointing but I promise I’m not trying to be curt/rude (cos you genuinely don’t seem to be on the attack or anything) I just can like explain my thought process better when I can like break it down into chunks 🫡

• I’m assuming you saw either this post which I do end with saying “Like we get it some buddie fans were dicks to you or you disagree or they did something or whatever the fuck but dont start being dicks to an entire fandom???” (Which I feel like it kinda gets the point across of like in general what people shouldn’t do but also it was in the context of me saying that that day there was a surge in the anti buddie fans in the tag, but I also do acknowledge that there will have been buddie fans who have been dicks to them, so I never “assumed that buddie fans are better and never did anything wrong”) Or this one which is just a whole post about why people shouldn’t be misusing tags rather than making people block them and obviously I’m talking in both posts about what I’ve personally seen which is the anti buddie accounts but the principle applies for both and I agree 100% and I did actually make a post earlier than that here where I do talk about both ends and misusing tags as well as not using discourse tags and I talk about both the anti bucktommy/ toxic buddie fans and anti buddie/toxic bucktommy fans so while I understand that you may not have seen that post and out of context it may seem like I only view one side as being better than the other I actually have pointed out before that it’s both and I urge both to just be respectful in fandom spaces, that’s why I even mentioned in the post where I’m complaining about people spamming the buddie tag that I always just politely ask whichever one I see (which again based off what I engage with happens to be the people spamming the buddie tag) but I did make a whole three parter post about how people can improve fandom spaces and how everyone should be doing better

• I actually don’t have the bucktommy tags filtered because as I’ve mentioned before I genuinely don’t dislike them and enjoy seeing their scenes and dynamic they’re just not endgame for me

• okay the racism is a more complicated topic so I do wanna preface this with saying I’m a poc before I have any toxic fans jumping into my inbox calling me a “dumb white bitch” again 😭😭- I don’t know how the racism toward the bucktommy fandom has been -not that any amount of racism is fine obviously like genuinely to those blogs that got shit said I genuinely hope you’re fine- but the toxic bucktommy fans have become a wholeass section of the fandom being racist, which is why I point it out because it’s not one or two incidences but rather an entire subset pushing racist narratives or just posting shit that’s racist u(and again my heart fully goes out to the bucktommy fans who had to deal with people being racist to them I am just personally going based off what I’ve seen and it’s the fact that there are SO MANY racist anti buddie accounts if that makes sense so it’s more widespread in that case)

• as for the comment about toxic bucktommy fans feeling threatened and that’s why there was a rise, i actually didn’t say that but it was pointed out to me by people in my comments and I was like that makes sense and honestly it does because it absolutely tracks that when one side of the fandom is feeling optimistic about something that hints at their ship the other side’s toxic fans will want to put a damper on that, just like I can probably guess that toxic buddie fans probably hounded the bucktommy tag around the time the hospital kiss happened, like it just makes sense

Thanks anon for the ask because I genuinely do agree with most of what you said, and you were respectful with it which I appreciate, but I genuinely urge you in the politest way I can to just check out people’s accounts before sending an ask like this because context is genuinely key and people aren’t gonna be reiterating that it happens on either end when talking about something in the context of one end if that makes sense? And I personally do try to acknowledge it as much as possible even in the posts that I assume you were referring to🫶🫶🫶

[delliebre]

what the f i just stumbled upon ur profile today and i have to say its the most gorgeous art ive ever seen im being serious i am in absolute awe.. i need to have it hanged on my wall omg you are so talented!! if you dont mind could you share a little bit about your art journey/how long youve been actively practising and how you found your style?

Hiii wow thank you!! I had made an art journey post a few months ago but deleted it I think.. but basically I started like how most artists do with paper and stuff. I began as a small child, inspired by my father, wanting to impress him and to overall create things.

I have been actively practicing digital art since 2018 that is when I got a drawing tablet and wanted to seriously improve.

See my instagram acc: nonnydoge. Most of my old works from when I was...12 to now? Idk but I kept some up despite embarrassment. The first ones I did on my phone I loved using Ibispaintx but I started digital art with the sony sketch app.

I have always loved thick-like brushwork in art. But I thought I should not pursue it because I was not very good and pursuing a style before finding footing in fundamentals, I knew, was not how I wanted to stump myself. So I did not focus much on style for years as means to improve. But I felt really bad each time I made high detail, rendered work... despite how silly and stupid that sounds. It was not the look I wanted to create with.

I look up to some artists with high quality, super detailed work, but I do not want to create like that. My favorite painting I have done, it is an acrylic painting I did in like 10 minutes... it is simple.

I am a nerd lol I get emotional looking at some paintings of trees simply because they are painted so well.

I just really love looking at paintings that do not do all the work for me. I love finding it. I love mess.

And yet when I create work that is like that, I still feel really bad. I think others will then think I do not even know how to "render" or detail. But I can... I have done it for years.. and it is my own self-doubts and insecurity that stop me often from just leaving paintings that are messier, that I enjoy the look of... so I end up rendering them further, pushing them into a style that, when it is done and I step back from, I hate.

It is stupid. I feel bad when I create high-detail, sharp work, and I feel bad when I create messier, painterly work... I think then you can understand my hatred for my art every day lol....

It does not help with the things I have been told, either, since creating looser work :/

But anyway. It took maybe 3 years for me to feel a bit happier since starting with ps in 2018 with my improvement. I think my most popular work is from 2021? It is detailed. I do not think it is bad, I just do not, and I know at the time did not, want to draw like that and was upset with myself at the end of it.

2018 - 2021 so 13-16 here

but this is also a 2018 😂:

In checking the profile, you can determine when I started to make "decent" work lol.

In recent years, I have not been "grinding" learning art any much more.. I am just coasting ig even tho ik I shoulddd be practicing more. My friends, like, everyday practice for HOURS in a discord call and wow I don't even like drawing for more than 30 mins☠️ Sometimes I join them but they are just my podcast lol I love them and their art <3

anyway.. I am SO happy that when i was 17 I made this blog because it allowed me to draw and post humans more!

Thank you again!!

I am very thankful for all who have been so kind to me and my art!! I never would have imagined!! I also never would have imagined my absolute favorite digital painters, those who I have looked up to since beginning my journey saw my art and followed me!!!

It is crazy.

Yeah I feel like an absolute shit artist every day LOL but still I do appreciate everyone who is kind to me I am just my biggest hater and doubter.

[goodluckclove]

Probably the Weirdest Review I'll Ever Write

I write all this under a strict Be Cool, clause. If anyone somehow finds any more details on this written work, do NOT contact the writer. I hope to god this isn't something I have to say in advance. I have to hope the people who enjoy my words and interacting with me are not also people who would like try and troll a member of my estranged biological family for the lulz. We get that's crazy, right? We get that's insane? Okay, great. Thank you.

So I imagine it would be easy for some to accuse me of Toxic Positivity. I don't often talk about art I don't like on here - aside from perhaps It's a Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie, a cash-grab made for TV movie I tore apart on here a couple months back in an excessively passionate rage. That is not the only movie I don't like. It would actually be really funny if I liked every form of art I've ever seen aside form It's a Very Merry Muppet Christmas Movie. But unfortunately I have more depth than a pretty good short-form improv character.

If you're someone who actually interacts with me personally, either in person or online, you know I can actually be super petty and there's plenty of art that I don't like. I just don't talk about it often online, because I think there is objectively enough of that in existence and I think it's a little too easy to pull a Nostalgia Critic/Cinema Sins. I was briefly a local arts critic and since I had the ability to pick what exhibits I talked and wrote about I only focused on ones I enjoyed. The view on what a critic is has become so warped that I mainly called myself a "reviewer".

I'd like to think I'm pretty good at critiquing art. So when I stumbled upon the thesis novella of my relative, who graduated from the same Creative Writing graduate program I was aiming to enter before I dropped out, I thought it would be really fun to read it and send them my thoughts. I figured there was a chance no one in the family ever really sat down and put a lot of attention and love in expressing what they thought of it, and that might be something my relative would enjoy reading. They do not know I found this novella. They do not know I read it and finished it. I hope they never find out, because I honestly would not want them to know that I found their work so jarring that the first time I read it I had to stop after twenty pages and it sent me into a spiral for a week.

It feels important to talk about it. it's New Year's Eve, I changed my name, and I would love to start 2025 not having to think about this anymore. So yesterday I finished the novella and I have composed some thoughts.

For an attempt at anonymity, I will say this is a novella written by my cousin Goobin. I won't say the actual title, but it is along the same lines as The Sound and the Fury. If I were to describe my thoughts in a single word before truly diving into it, that word would be unpleasant. I can't give an entirely objective review because there is a certain element of this novella that is partially the reason why reading it both times really put me in a baffling headspace, but I'll relegate my subjective take as a person related to Goobin to it's own section.

Happy New Year, friends. This is a weird one.

Goobin's The Sound and the Fury is a novella of about 100 pages. It's a near-future novel that follows Manny Soares, an online music columnist living in San Francisco as it recovers from a devastating earthquake. At the start of the novel he is still acclimating to the death of his father Roberto and the way the fisherman's loss rippled across the family dynamic between Manny, his older brother Luis, and their mother Sophia. Manny is sent on assignment to Amsterdam to find the "next big thing" in music, and while overseas the grief he's held back threatens to finally come to a head.

According to the writer, The Sound and the Fury was heavily inspired by the work of William Gibson. I haven't read any Gibson, so I can't confirm or refute how well that reads in Goobin's work. I personally got more of a John Fante-adjacent style in the prose, with a touch of abstraction comparable to maybe William S. Burroughs.

This was probably the most difficult read I've had in some time, and legitimately the only reason I finished it was so I could talk about it right now in the best faith possible. I did not like this at all. The cocktail I haphazardly mixed midway through did not help. So let's talk about why.

The Base Premise Of This Does Not Work

I understand near-future to be a science fiction-adjacent genre. Even in a story as grounded as this, some suspension of disbelief is expected. To some extent I feel like I gave this story a lot of leeway. I was willing to accept, for instance, that Manny is a columnist for a music website that he claims is still able to influence culture. I got the impression it was a stand-in for Pitchfork, a website that certainly helped launch some bands in the early 2000s. At this point in time I don't think it's possible to name a website that "influences culture" aside from mass, community-based platforms like Tiktok or Youtube. But I acknowledge that was sort of the case at some point and I think it's fine for this to take place in a world where that's once again a thing that exists.

The amount of celebrity Goobin seems to think an online music columnist would have is - I mean, I was a child in the early 2000s so I guess I wouldn't know. But I am aware enough about online column-based websites from that era (Cracked, even McSweeney's to some extent) to know that they are like almost entirely freelanced. They would still have a small team of staff writers and editors, though, so having Manny be one of them is not entirely unrealistic.

Where my immersion breaks is Manny's quest to find the next big thing in music on his trip in Amsterdam. His editor Ian is convinced there will be a spike of indie presence in the Dutch music scene, but Manny isn't so sure. Manny Soares, professional music journalist who is described as being almost prophetic in his accuracy, declares his doubts by saying the Dutch music scene is all German Techno.

And, like - no? Don't get me wrong, I didn't go into this knowing anything about Dutch music vibe. But based on my understanding of Amsterdam being a pretty large city, hearing a music journalist claim the sole music of the entire populous was German Techno immediately made me think Manny wasn't a great music journalist. People talk about Dutch indie music like it's something that's right on the horizon - another claim that I was deeply confused about. And after a singular search online I confirmed that - yeah, man, Dutch indie music exits. It's existed for a while.

In fact, the musical history of the Netherlands is super interesting, and the fact that Goobin never goes into it in this novella feels like a huge missed opportunity. Because EDM and other techno variants are definitely super popular. Amsterdam has a huge rave culture. I was surprised to see that they also have a huge reggae and ska scene. One of the most successful bands in Dutch history - compared by people online to The Beatles - is Doe Maar, an 80's group with a dub/ska energy that is super fun.

Looking into other famous Dutch bands (this took virtually no effort) there's also Shocking Blue, a 60's folk-rock band that reminds me of The Zombies, prog-rock band Focus who's song "Hocus Pocus" really fucking hyped me up (PROG YODELING???), and modern symphonic metal band Epica that is still touring and releasing albums to this day. I am not remotely surprised to learn that the Netherlands has music unique to it's cultural heritage but still just as diverse and interesting as virtually any other country. I am more surprised that Manny Sores refuses to believe this and for some reasons still has a pretty exclusive, salaried writing position that is willing to pay for an international flight, as well as lodging and a per diem.

I was definitely waiting for a native in Amsterdam to furrow their brow and inform Manny that there is other music in Holland aside from EDM. That Manny's position is weirdly narrow-minded for someone who supposedly holds a high position in their industry. This never happens. Femke, the attractive Dutch illustrator, even acts as reinforcement to this odd mindset by agreeing the music scene in her own country sucks. She goes on to make an offhanded comment while telling a story about an ex-boyfriend that implies Germans as a whole don't have a sense of humor which - I mean, I have also heard that stereotype, but I just assumed it's something said by people who don't enjoy the German sense of humor. Like people who don't enjoy the British sense of humor. Humor varies by culture.

Having your German character casually throw out an implication that Germans aren't funny as if it's a common fact accepted by the world and the narrative struck an odd chord in me. It goes beyond something I can just accept as an aspect of a speculative world and crosses into a sign of the writer lacking a curiosity about their subject matter while still wanting to be seen as knowledgeable in it.

Manny is Written In A Way That Makes This Whole Novella Read Like an Isekai Anime

I have read a ton of literary fiction, and I am absolutely willing to admit that a LOT of literary fiction leads - especially early postmodernist era fiction - are men. I still enjoy the ones instead and enjoyed, usually because the male lead is still relatable to me, his story is not based entirely in Cool Guy Masculinity, he's adjacent to a non-male character I find interesting, or he's just a pathetic wet cat that managed to endear me. Manny is none of those things. Manny exhausted me midway into the first chapter and it only got worse from there.

Many is the first character I've read in over a decade that made me think the words "Mary Sue". He is described as handsome and depicted as someone who hooks up constantly with seemingly any girl he wants. He is a cool cool guy people respect and agree with. His boss calls him a "divvy" and goes on to say that means "one who divines". This might be the only case of someone calling him out, as looking up the British slang "divvy" shows that it's actually another way to say idiot. But if that's supposed to be a double entendre I'd say it doesn't work, as neither the boss nor the narrative gives any indication that the boss character Ian is lying when he gives an incorrect definition. To me it sounds more like either the writer didn't know what the slang meant, or Ian didn't know and he's lying about being British (the latter would be great since I actually didn't realize until midway through the story that Ian was meant to be British).

It can be difficult for writers to make their characters feel realized as human beings. I don't necessarily think that means showcasing your every character's flaw outright. I think it does the same job to imply faults through other tools - like interactions with other characters. This isn't possible in The Sound and the Fury, as every single character Manny interacts with is so flat I really hesitate to go into them too much. I'd be willing to make the argument that Manny Soares is more than the main character - he's the only character.

Femke is there. She's a woman. She challenges Manny, but not an actual challenge that would require him to really reconsider or expand anything meaningful about him or his perspective. There's Ian - who's personality consists of British, Editor, and that's pretty much it. There are references to Luis, Manny's brother, but they're only though memories that come across as pretty biased. Goobin wrote a preface to the thesis novella where he explained that there were certain characters - specifically an artist Femke and Manny meet near the end and an old Dutch film enthusiast, who were written not as realized characters, but as an "attempt to represent [the author's] understanding and expression of postmodern literary theory".

For the sake of my own sanity I am choosing to decide that this was, for some reason, a requirement of the thesis. I should not have to say that I think it is an inarguable truth that you should not create characters in any story solely as proof that you, the writer, understand the concepts of philosophical analysis. I actually wish I didn't read the author directly admitting this. It provides a reason for the two characters - one of which unsettled me, the other fucked right in and out in a sequence that didn't need to be there - but it also created a thousand more questions I wish I didn't have to try and wrap my head around.

Every other character other than Manny comes across as if they orbit around Manny's existence. In a surreal turn of events, the most realized characters are the ones Manny never directly interacts with. There is a depiction of Some People I Know, a band of homeless people that Manny determines is the Next Big Thing in music (I really don't want to get into how homelessness plays into this but it's a big part), as well as a sequence where Manny witnesses a cross-dresser and has a reaction I can't really parse. The only people that read like they exist when Manny is not in the area are the ones that don't get a word of dialogue. It's surreal.

I also, on a base level, don't understand why Manny Soares - a music journalist from the Bay Area of California - is the one that definitively has to determine how the music scene in a completely different country will evolve. The story never establishes him to be a person with the degree of knowledge and insight everyone else keeps insisting he has. He survives The Big Quake in San Francisco and has a revolutionary insight of the connection between new music and times of hardship and disaster. But when he explains how he saw this, it is - like - huh?

"After the quake, we didn't have power for weeks. That's why you had so much acoustic instrumentation - no place to plug in...all of these groups were mobile, dig? They'd go from block to block or different neighborhoods with their gear in these homemade rickshaws that they towed behind their backs."

So the major influence between disaster and new music, the thing that made San Francisco the supposed epicenter of all quality new music, is...a lack of electric guitars? Manny's description just sounds like street musicians, a thing that already existed in San Francisco as well as every major city. The references to a cultural shift after a major modern San Francisco earthquake is by far the most interesting part of this whole thing, but claiming the heart of it all was just the fact that it was acoustic is just so surface level it actually made me kind of angry.

Also yeah Manny will occasionally talk like a beatnik. This is near-future. No one else does it. No one points out how he does it. I would actually say it's pretty discordant to the rest of the story for the same reason that made this so difficult to read.

Every Sentence In This Novella Is Twice As Long As It Needs To Be Oh My Fucking God

"Manny had begun to suspect that, more than anything, a sense of timing could impart even the most quotidian events with sparkling moments of aesthetic clarity."

Fucking hell, why do you think like that, Manny?

Maybe this is a sign of my personal taste, but the vocabulary of nearly every line of The Sound and the Fury made the whole work such a chore to read. The issue wasn't that it was beyond my understanding - the only word I had to look up was "quotidian" from this exact line, and even then I was basically correct about the definition just based from the context it was used in. But there were countless times when the phrasing used was so unnecessarily academic that I had to stop myself from skimming sentences just to get to the parts that actually mattered.

I have no issues with a more ornate vocabulary - although I venture to say that having the person thinking all these eloquent thoughts also be a guy that talks like a chill Kerouac character is an odd choice that gets even stranger when never addressed. The issue for me is that very rarely does a lot of this language feel needed, or even useful.

I shared this with a few people in my life back when I was really flipping out over it. They all expressed variations of distaste towards the prose, but it was my kid @mercuryytheraven that put it best when they described the book seeming to be written by someone who automatically assumes they're smarter than whoever might be reading it. I totally agreed.

That perceived superiority becomes even more confusing when you take into consideration some of the points in which Manny - and perhaps the writer - are limited in their perspective to the point of misinformation. And for me, the thing that probably sent me into a panic the first time I tried to read it was when I realized this writer - despite graduating with a prestigious degree in creative writing - pulled a move in his thesis novella I found shockingly amateur.

The Subjective Part

So Goobin, the writer of The Sound and the Fury, is a member of my extended family. For the sake of this review let's say he's my cousin. I did not expect this to play a huge part in my view of the thesis. Then I got to the part where Manny describes the death of his father. The grief of this loss is the biggest theme of the novella. Manny's recounting of his father's death is, also, exactly the way Goobin's real-life dad died.

I'm talking one-to-one. Exact, accurate details, including the name of the actual hospital.

This is both not entirely wrong and also a mistake so huge it turned this entire work into something I wish was not available online. Writing what you know is great, and writing to process real traumas is super useful. If you're a writer, you should try it!

For the love of fucking god, though, if you're planning on sharing it with other people you should also change a few details. Like even just names and basic specifics. You don't have to change a lot for the people directly involved to be able to read your work and not immediately realize what event in your shared histories you're describing in explicit detail, so maybe you should go ahead and do that for the sake of your relationship with these people. Holy shit.

Did my cousin's mom have to read this? I know she and my parents went to Goobin reading aloud an excerpt with the other people in his program. I hope to god she didn't read the whole thing. I hope my cousin's mom did not read his graduate thesis, where the clear stand-in for my cousin is a child of divorce (His parents appeared lovingly married from what I've seen up until his dad died) who grew up in implied poverty (I believe he was firmly upper middle-class) as the son of a blue-collar fisherman (Goobin you're the child of a successful nurse and an even-more-successful engineer). These things are the type of fictionalization that is absolutely acceptable to pull. But when a writer mixes elements of that in their lead character, while also having that lead character share an exact memory from the writer's actual life (In a way that would be impossible not to notice if you were remotely involved with him, I can't stress this enough), it forces me to compare other elements of the story with my real-life relative.

Like the way Manny compares the moans of his girlfriend with the death rattle of his father. Or the exposed anal beads of a passing cross-dresser with the tucked kitchen towel of his mother. In another story this is worth speculation and analysis. For me to read this, absolutely certain that Manny is just a proxy for my cousin as he exposes this real pain in a very obvious way, I was viscerally uncomfortable. This felt like something that should've been shared to a therapist and not submitted as a fucking thesis. Oh my god.

Closing Thoughts

I don't want to talk about this novella anymore. If I didn't know the writer, none of my views would change. If anything, I'd be less motivated to finish it before giving my review. Knowing that this is the caliber of work submitted for a graduate program was startling.

I don't think an amount or pursuit of education is what made this novella painful to get through. I imagine the worst part of The Sound and the Fury is that I was left fairly certain that it was not written by someone who actually wanted to write a story. This reads like it was written by someone who fervently wants to be seen as a writer without any actual understanding of what the career of writer actually looks like. There is a poetry and romanticism to writing, like with any other craft or industry. But on a core level, when you do it for work it's also just a job. And when you write for work it's often a kind of shitty job.

This is what I consider to be the major failure of Goobin's work. There's a lack of understanding, a perceived unwillingness to even consider you might have more to learn because you assume you're already right. These are, to me, absolutely unsustainable qualities for any kind of artist.

Hopefully by writing this manifesto I can finally get the ghost of this experience out of my fucking head. New Year New Me. If you've ever sent me writing on here know that it is by far better than this novella. I'm fairly certain every piece of writing I've seen posted on the Writeblr tag here since I joined has been more enjoyable than this. So congrats, friends. Happy New Year.