#it's empty right now but I'll start posting on there this weekend

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Hello :D small blog update (I've been doing a lot of these lately). I created a Ko-fi account quite a long time ago but never got around to finishing it, mostly due to my class workload. At the time, I just wanted to share a brush set I made and found that I can share documents on Ko-fi without giving out my name. However, with Tumblr tips going away soon, I figured now was a good a time as ever to finish setting up that page.

I was able to get it wrapped up this evening finally, so it's available to take a peek at now! (I linked it in my bio, but idk anything about html so I hope it works). It's a little empty atm, but I'll hopefully have that brush set I mentioned before uploaded soon! It'll be free, I'm mainly just using the feature that lets me share files without attaching my real name to them.

That being said, this is really only meant to be a tip system, so while any donations would be massively appreciated, please don't feel obliged to tip just because the option exists now! All of my art is free to look at, and I have no plans to put any of my work behind a paywall in the future. This isn't for commissions just yet either; the page is only there just in case you see a drawing you like and want to help support me in making more drawings in the future :)

I'm bad at wrapping posts up so, that's all I really had to say; thank you guys for reading this and sticking around on my blog so long! Goodnight, sleep tight, and I'm bad at rhyming so drink some water💧💧

[norrisluv]

AROUND THE CORNER - LANDO NORRIS

warnings: fluff

lando norris x fem!photographer reader

english is not my first language, so I apologise if any words are spelt wrong!

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The muffled sound of the engines echoed through the paddock corridors as I adjusted the last details of the team photos. It was intense work, but being there, among the controlled chaos of a race weekend, made it all worth it.

"Hey, do you need any help with that?"

I looked up and there he was, Lando Norris, with that smile that always seemed to light up any room. He was wearing his racing suit half open, revealing the team's black T- shirt, and carrying a cup of coffee in his hand.

"If you knew how complicated this was, I think you'd run." I laughed, trying to hide the nervousness he always caused in me.

"Challenges are my thing." He pulled up a chair and sat next to me, looking at the photos on the computer screen. "Are these for posting tomorrow?"

I nodded, quickly explaining the buttons that he seemed to follow with genuine interest.

"So basically, my job is to look good in the photos, right?" he joked, drawing a smile from me.

"Something like that" I replied, shaking my head. "But to be fair, you're pretty good at what you do."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with the compliment. "I know. But I like hearing you say that."

We both laughed, and the conversation turned to something lighter. He told us about the fans he'd met earlier and an absurd bad joke competition he'd lost to one of the mechanics.

When the paddock began to empty, I realised it was getting late, but I didn't feel like calling it a night. He seemed equally comfortable, his elbows resting on the table as he watched you with a curious look.

"Have you ever thought about driving?" he asked, breaking the silence that had settled in.

"Me? Not in my wildest dreams. I prefer to stay behind the screen, where everything is safer."

He tilted his head, as if considering something. "Maybe you should try it. Sometimes getting out of your comfort zone is exactly what you need."

"And you speak from experience?"

"Absolutely." He smiled again, but this time there was something different, something deeper in his eyes. "You never know what you might find around the corner."

It was a simple phrase, but it kept echoing in his mind. Perhaps he was right.

"So, when are you going to teach me?"

Lando blinked, surprised. Then the broadest, most genuine smile lit up his face. "Are you serious?"

"Why not?"

"Ok, but just to be clear: if you wreck the car, I'll say it was your idea."

I laughed, feeling that that night had changed something inside you. We got up from our seats and Lando went to his room to change, while I packed up my camera and equipment. 

"Did I see right? Lando Norris was talking to you?" I turned to the voice now closer to me. Lily, my best friend, approaches me

"It's not the first time I've spoken to him, you know, we all work in the same place." I smile at the strategist.

"But it's the first time I've seen him smile like that at someone on the team" I let out an involuntary smile

"He was just being nice" I whisper and pick up my bag. We both left the room in the direction of her car, while I watched Lando from across the road get into his McLaren 

Maybe it was the start of something new - or just an unexpected adventure with Lando Norris. Either way, I couldn't wait to find out what lay around the corner.

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A/N: please let me know if you like it! requests are open!

[gyusimp]

°•Car sex after work

⚠️WARNINGS: NSFW, MINORS DNI, Smut content, Modern AU, Fem reader.

U wanted smut? You get smut 💅🏻 (sorry for the delay, now i'll go tu fucking sleep 🧚‍♀️ and hope u like it)

It was almost time to go home, you had already finished your chores for today at the office. There were 20 minutes left to leave so you took out your cell phone and started browsing the internet and your social media. You looked at some posts and videos, you kept scrolling on your fyp until you found a reel of a female page with interesting topics.

You entered the profile and saw some important tips and articles until you saw one that caught your attention. "Benefits of a long and abundant squirt" you read the list in the post and then pressed the comments button to read the opinions of others. There were many other girls or most of them saying that their couples very rarely or almost never managed to make them reach that level of pleasure, while others said that not all women are capable of achieving it and other opinions and debates. That made you think, had Gyutaro ever made it with you? You've had sex with Gyutaro so many times that you've lost count. Of course you remember making yourself squirt, but right now you couldn't remember if it was also on the occasions where you were with your boyfriend. You saw the clock on your cell phone and it was just time to leave, you grabbed your things and went down to the parking lot to get into your car and start it.

A few days ago Gyutaro's motorcycle suffered some mechanical problems so since it would be in the mechanical workshop for a couple of days, you offered to pick Gyutaro up from work and take him home. As you drove to his work, you kept trying to remember in the corners of your head, but everything was so blurry. You thought about asking Gyutaro after you greeted him with a kiss and he got into the car but it would be too random and perhaps awkward a question, you would end up blushing up to your ears and Gyutaro would make fun of you all the way back even though You would have explained the context of your question to him so you decided to stay silent and talk about anything else with him.

"Hey, just let me buy some things for dinner honey."

"Of course, babe."

You drove until you entered the parking basement of a mall, inside there was a supermarket that you frequented so you would buy some things for dinner and some snacks for the weekend. You got an empty space and parked and then got out of the car with Gyutaro and held hands to enter the supermarket. You were talking to your boyfriend and choosing the products you were looking for, but your mind in the background kept thinking about what you had read.

Seeing Gyutaro made your heart race and made you feel like your panties had suddenly become too tight, making your core throb with every brush of your thighs as you walked. You went to pay for your things and went back to the parking lot to put away the purchases and finish eating some popsicles that you bought for you and him in the car and continue talking. Your mind kept wandering that topic, you looked at how sexy your boyfriend was and you couldn't get it out of your head that you wanted to make love to him right now to see if he was capable of making you feel that way. You both finished eating the popsicle, Gyutaro was about to fasten the seat belt but your hand surprised him when from his muscled thigh it slid to the middle of his pants, right at his crotch. The boy looked at you surprised but smiling playfully, maybe a quickie wasn't bad.

Gyutaro loved to do it every once in a while somewhere where the two of you could get caught. However, the basement parking lot of the mall was dark and all the cars around yours were empty so it was the most favorable scenario for now. Plus, the windows of your car were dark enough that people outside couldn't see anything going on inside. You took off the jacket you were wearing as well as your pants, followed by your blouse as Gyutaro undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants. You got up from the driver's seat and sat on his lap, straddling him and taking his face for kissing him passionately while he caressed your entire body and took off your bra to throw it in the back seats. Gyutaro's tongue left a hot, wet trail from your ears to your neck, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while he sensually massaged your other nipple, making you begin to moan. Your hips moved on him in circles making your small panties wet, the fabric slipping between your folds until your lips began to peek out from the edges. Both of Gyutaro's hands on your ass, you could feel the tent just below your clit causing electricity to run throughout your body until your boyfriend's curious and desire filled fingers pushed your panties aside from your crotch to free your pussy.

"Wow...you're really needy babe." Gyutaro said, licking his lips at the sight.

He wanted to throw you on the back seat and place both of your legs on his shoulders and immerse his face between your legs for hours until he made you writhe with pleasure and made your toes cramp trying to stretch within the small space of your car but his cock was greedier so he decided to pull down the edge of his boxers to let you continue moistening his tip in the middle of your crystalline folds. You were very wet and needy too, you asked Gyutaro to put both hands on your tits and not stop touching you while you rode him, holding onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it. You felt the car move with the jumps you made on top of your boyfriend. You thought that if someone saw the movement maybe they would know what was happening but you couldn't care less at this moment.

"Aaah-aah, Gyutaro..." the heat inside the car was unbearable but it helped to arouse you both even more. "The seat...tilt the seat darling-ngh! Aah!"

"As you want."

Gyutaro wanted to tease you a little, he grabbed the lever under his seat and in less than a second he pulled it causing the seat to suddenly recline back making you jump and lose your balance momentarily, causing Gyutaro to slide inside you until the bottom. You both moaned deep in your throats as you felt you clench around him making him cum. Sweat dripped down your boyfriend's forehead, your breasts bouncing with each of your jumps until you suddenly felt a small usual release from your orgasm, making you moan repetitively and arch your back, wetting Gyutaro's pants.

It was just a quickie so Gyutaro would settle into his seat and compose himself to go home, until you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him.

"We're not done yet..." You motioned for him to change positions and he gladly accepted.

You were now lying back on the seat while Gyutaro took off his shirt on top of you. You placed your feet on the dashboard of the car and opened your legs so your boyfriend could take off your panties, putting them in his pocket while he sank back into you.

"Gy-Gyutaro! Please touch me, aah! Touch me more!"

You demanded that his fingers be in every part of you, you lowered your fingers towards your cunt and looked for that place that drives you crazy so that Gyutaro could touch it and play with it over and over again just like you do sometimes. You told him how to move his fingers and at what speed. Luckily the boy is very smart with these things, his fingers worked wonders and the edge of his nails on your folds while he kneaded your clit quickly made you shiver completely. You spread your legs wider to give him more room and then you realized how hot it was inside the car. You didn't want to stop and miss this magnificence just to turn on the air conditioning, you would rather hold out a little longer until you were done. The heat was unbearable, the smell of sex filled the vehicle, the windows began to fog up and the sweat ran from behind your knees to your heels.

You could feel Gyutaro slosh into you over and over again making the passenger seat creak. Your insides tightened, your abdomen tensed and you felt your clit get wet and throb more and more until a delicious sensation took over your entire pussy and caused a full stream to come out of you, wetting your ass, Gyutaro's clothes and everything. seat.

At first you thought you had peed and imagining that killed you with shame but then you noticed that the smell was not the same. Plus, you had just gone to pee when you got out of the car before heading to the grocery store. Seconds later Gyutaro had his second orgasm and finished dirtying the couch beneath you with his seed dripping out of the two of you until little by little his thrusts stopped and he pulled out of you to help put you back together.

You were very happy! You had proven that Gyutaro was the perfect man, he had just made you have the strongest squirt you had ever had. You had never had one this big even when trying new things inside your room so this meant a lot to you. The fact that he knew how to do exactly what you liked and that he treated your body as you expected and even better made you fall more and more in love with him. The seat was a mess, it was completely soaked and sticky, stained white and had a strange smell that made you blush. Your body ached and with Gyutaro's help you settled back into the driver's seat to wipe yourself with the paper you kept in the glove compartment and give some to Gyutaro for himself.

You both got dressed and you turned on the air conditioning as well as the strawberry-scented car air freshener and started the car when your legs fully recovered.

"Is your mother at home or should you go back to take care of Ume?" You asked, touching up your lipgloss.

"She's at home, actually, she must have already gotten home from work."

"Ok, then we will sleep in my apartment my love." Gyutaro smiled with amusement.

"I can't wait to rip your clothes off again." Gyutaro said, placing his hand between your legs. "I'm gonna make that little cunt splatter on me again and again all night."

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Weekend

Weekly WIP Update

Hoping to finish ch 9 of Saltwater Symphony this weekend, so things are looking good for an update next week. The new chapter will be extra long and juicy, and I quite like how it turned out. ❤️

The birthday fic I was working on is done and posting next week, so now I'm actually scrambling to get the Get Lucky bonus card for the Steddie Bingo completed. 🍀

I also started working on my @steddiebbang fic. 🥳 Any snippets from this one will need to be redacted until claims, but feel free to bully me about it anyways. 😉

Send me an emoji, and I'll write and share three sentences for that project.

🏰 The King's Gift 🦭 Saltwater Symphony 🎲 Steddie Bingo ❓ Steddie Big Bang Fic

Snippet from 🎲 (CW: omegaverse; nudity; bondage)

Eddie is already there when Steve walks into the room. On the bed as usual, wrists already cuffed to the sturdy steel bar mounted to the wall in place of a headboard, muted lights caressing his naked skin and bringing out the lines of his tattoos. 

“Hey, big boy,” he smiles, stretching as well as the restraints will allow. “You’re back early. Thought you weren’t due for another heat for at least- … ow, shit, rough month?” 

“You have no idea,” Steve mutters, pulling off his shirt and tossing it in the direction of the armchair in the corner, not bothering to check where it lands. His joggers and boxers go next, carelessly discarded in a heap on the carpet as he crosses the room and climbs into the bed, straddling Eddie’s legs. He’s hard and good to go already, a condom rolled snugly over his flushed cock, and Steve feels the familiar, hot wetness of his own slick leak from between his thighs. “It’s okay,” Eddie says, and he realizes with a sharp jolt of humiliation that he must’ve made a sound. “Just take what you need. That’s what I’m here for, right?” 

Something in the empty pit of Steve’s stomach stirs, and for a moment or two, he thinks that today’s the day he’s gonna spit out the question that has been burning at the back of his throat for months. 

Why?

[poppylovestowrite]

Hello, Poppy. I don't know if you are still taking requests, but if you are, would you mind writing a Karma x female reader who struggles to fall asleep when stressed?

2 AM | Karma Akabane x Reader

Yes, I'm still taking requests. I appreciate everyone being patient with my updates <3

The room was a mess, but you didn't care. Clothes were thrown all across the floor, books teetered on the edge of your desk, and an empty cup of coffee grew a sad little colony of mould in the corner. Your room had been like this for weeks now, but it felt heavier somehow. Like the weight of the world had shifted and decided to settle on your shoulders.

Your room wasn't always like this. Sure, you weren't the most organized person, but you at least had the decency to leave most of your clothes off the floor so you could see where you were walking. What drove you to this point was school. God, how much you've grown to despise school. You thought you could manage and for the first year of Kunugigaoka wasn't all too bad. But now here you are in your third year, close to possibly a mental breakdown. Geez, what happened to the girl who can do it all without breaking a sweat? Because you could really use her right now. 

You sat cross-legged on your bed, the blue light of your phone casting a cold glow on your skin. Your eyes were glued to the screen, scrolling through mindless posts, hoping something would distract you enough to feel tired. Nothing worked though. 

Soon, you found yourself tapping on the contact list.

Your thumb hovered over Karma's name in your contact list. The two of you had been dating for a couple of months now, and you had learned to rely on his calming presence during your moments of stress, even long before the two of you started dating. But was it too late to call? Would he be annoyed? You glanced at the clock. 2 AM. The numbers stared back at you, unrelenting. You eventually sighed and hit the call button. It rang once, twice, three times, and you were about to hang up when he answered.

"Hey, you okay?" Karma's voice was groggy with sleep, but the concern was clear.

He sounded concerned because there could only be one reason you were calling this late into the night

"Yeah, I just can't... I can't sleep," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. 

"What's keeping you up?" He sounded more awake now. You could imagine his hair sticking up in all directions, his eyes blinking to adjust to the sudden alertness. The mental image was rather cute and it almost made you smile.

"Everything," you replied with a small grimace. "Just... stress, you know?"

He did know. It's one of the reasons you had to stop seeing him so often. Whenever Karma asked you if you were free during the weekend, you would blow him off, telling him you were busy working on an assignment, studying for an upcoming test, or just about anything. It made you feel shitty whenever you had to blow him off.

"How about we meet at the park?" Karma suggested, his voice clearer now, the sleepiness gone. "It's a nice night tonight. Maybe the quiet will help you relax."

The park was your favourite place to go when you needed to think, to get away from the noise and the people. You had told him about it once, how the swings squeaked in the silence and the moon cast strange shadows that made you feel like a child again. 

"Okay," you agreed, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Give me twenty minutes?"

"I'll be waiting."

The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of dew and the faint smell of blooming flowers. The world was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of a car and the occasional hoot of an owl. Already you were starting to feel a bit better. The peaceful night was a stark contrast to the mess in your brain. 

When you reached the park, Karma was already there, sitting on the bench you had graffitied together last summer. He looked up as you approached, his eyes shimmering in the moonlight.

"Hey, you look great." Karma grinned cheekily. 

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a charmer."

Karma chuckles and hands you a water bottle he bought from a convenience store when he was coming to meet you here. 

"Here," he said, holding out a water bottle. "You need to hydrate."

You arched your eyebrows. "How did you know?"

"You've been living on coffee and junk food lately," Karma said, trying not to come off as if he was judging you. "Thought you could use something better."

Before you could argue, he twisted the cap off and handed it to you. You sighed and took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat, soothing the dryness that had built up from your lack of care. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to you. 

You both sat in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the breeze. You took another sip of water, feeling the stress slowly seep out of you. It also helped that Karma let you vent to him for about thirty minutes. He would listen quietly and nod along whenever he could. You vented about school, your teachers, your parents who didn't give a shit about you and you vented about the smallest things that don't affect your day-to-day life but you just had to let it out. 

"... and she never gave me back my favourite pen. Can you believe her?" You huffed as you lifted your hands up, tempted to strangle someone. 

Karma chuckles and puts an arm around you in an attempt to calm you down, which actually works. "Just steal one of her pens."

"I'm not a thief," you frowned at your boyfriend.

"Fine. I'll do it myself." 

You playfully pinched his cheek. "Behave."

Even if you would prefer it if Karma quit doing small crimes for you (because he had in the past) you still couldn't help but feel your heart flutter, knowing there is nothing stopping him from doing anything for you.

You sighed quietly and pressed your back further against the bench. 

"When was the last time you've gotten a good night's sleep?" Karma asks. He noticed the bags in your eyes the second he saw you but didn't want to comment on your sleep schedule until you finished venting to him. 

You snorted humorlessly. "Who knows?" 

Karma rarely lets his emotions show. He loved to play the whole bad-boy-who-doesn't-give-a-shit-about-anyone-persona. So, when you looked at how concerned he was over you, you started to feel a twinge of guilt. It was a rare sight, one you had only glimpsed a handful of times since you both started dating. It made you feel both cared for and guilty.

"I'm sorry." You said solemnly. "But you don't have to worry about me." You said, trying to downplay your stress.

Karma shakes his head. "Well, I am. You're important to me. You know how you hate whenever I get into petty fights and seeing me get all those cuts and bruises? Well, I hate seeing you like this." The redhead pauses, letting his words sink in. "You can't keep doing this to yourself."

Your heart swelled with affection. It wasn't just the fact that he was here, at two in the morning, listening to your rant about the mundane details of your life. It was the way he cared and wanted to look after you. Karma was one of the very few good people in your life. He is the last person you want to disappoint or upset.

You took a deep breath, letting his words sink in.

"I'll try taking better care of myself." You said strongly. "I promise." 

"You can start by drinking more water. Start off small."

You smiled and for the first time in a while, Karma saw your eyes sparkle. "Okay." You leaned in and rested your head against his shoulder. Karma pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around you like a warm blanket. Suddenly, all your worries didn't seem as daunting anymore, at least, not at the moment. 

And because of how much lighter you felt compared to earlier, you felt your eyelids growing heavier and heavier. In the back of your mind, you did say that it was best to get home now, but you told yourself that you could shut your eyes for a few minutes. 

Karma felt better after hearing your promise. He wasn't sure if the promise would hold up in the long run, but he knew he would be there to remind you of what you both talked about tonight.

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Screaming at an Empty Room -

Reintroduction/Update

Hello everyone! Probably too late to do an intro, given that I've been writing on this blog since 2017, but since I've returned after a few years away from writing, I wanted the opportunity to talk about my blog and projects completed and my upcoming plans!

I go by Avaleon everywhere else on the internet, but respond to pretty much anything, including Screaming, hey you, etc! Started this blog in my mid 20s, and aged normally into the early 30s from there. I love writing, have always loved it, but between work and life, it's definitely something that I mostly do late at night and on weekends. I love hearing from people, but I usually answer asks in bunches, and typically right before I post writing. Love hearing about other people's projects as well!

I write short stories, novellas, and occasional full length novels. I am not published, but actively working on self-publishing some of my full length works. Everything I write is posted online, I enjoy sharing my work. The main reason to self publish for me is to have physical copies for myself or anyone who might want one!

My short stories can be found under the #writing tag on my blog. As for the long completed stories, I'll post them below the cut!

Love you Tumblr, happy to be back!

A. Full Length Novels (100,000+ words)

Please Fix the Story!

Description:

I don’t know who I am. I don’t know why I’m trapped in this never ending cycle of rebirth. All I know is that I wake up inside the worlds of unfinished stories, with a mission to accomplish the author’s wishes and stabilize the worlds now headed for destruction. I do my best, hoping, praying that maybe if I complete enough missions, I’ll be able to remember my past and return to my home.

It’s just fixing stories, it should be simple enough.

So can someone explain who this random villain is who keeps following me to each world?

Masterpost linked here

2. I Can’t Eat Love

Description:

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything… her reputation, her home and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded… only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before her death. 

Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of the around her. This time she won’t trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she’ll have the power and the money she needs to protect herself. 

Lenora has already lost everything once. She’s not going to lose again. 

No matter the cost. 

Masterpost Linked Here

B. Novellas

I Refuse to be a Named Character

Description:

I woke up inside the world of one of the best selling fantasy book series “Deadly Crown.” Intrigue, handsome heroes, adventure… sounds great, right? Just one problem: all the named characters except the main hero and villain die, are replaced and their replacements die. Being important in this story is a death sentence, so I plan to move to the middle of nowhere, and avoid the plot! 

It should be a fool proof plan, so why do the main characters keep dragging me into the story?

Masterpost Linked Here

2. Living in a Rewrite of my Own Book World

Description:

This is the story about an author who gets hit by a car right before she can finish her bestselling book series. Trapped in the role of a terrible side character antagonist, she must find a way to change the story’s ending. Not just for her own survival, but for the characters that seem just a little too real to be fiction. (30K words)

Masterpost Linked Here

3.Baby’s First Revenge!

Description:

When Charlotte is betrayed and killed by the friend she sacrificed everything for, she thought it was the end. Instead, she found herself reborn as a baby, with her killer still enjoying the fame of stealing her work. Now, she's coming after him, and plans to make him pay... But first, nap time.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

4. The Supervillain’s Daughter

The story of Erica, a girl who finds out that her brother is the kidnapped child of superheroes, and that her parents are villains. Years later she is the best agent in the Villain Suppression Unit, and hates everything to do with superheroes. So of course she isn’t pleased when she is paired with the strongest man alive, especially because she knows him. But with even darker parts of her past surfacing again, she will have no choice but to join forces and save the world. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Other smaller works and the incomplete ones can be found on this page

Thanks everyone!

[eeksburner]

Dinner and Dessert

Peeta Mallark x Reader (Modern AU)

(I have been on a Hunger Games kick and recently binged all of the movies. I will be adding Peeta as a request option! Yes, I am posting this again. Why? Because 2 notes for this fic is crazy)

TW: Talking about food and eating a lot, culinary school and business owning inaccuracies, alcohol, swearing

Not proofread

The warm wind blows around me as I walk to class from my dorm. One of the luxuries of going to school in California is the amazing weather. I go to culinary school, which is pretty hard, but the experience totally makes up for it. As I approach the door I notice a boy from my class heading down from his dorm. I think his name is Peeta? He's pretty quiet, he keeps to himself and a couple other guys that he gets partnered with frequently. He gets to the door faster than I do and opens it for me. I feel my face heat up as I look at him and smile. "Thanks!" "No problem." We walk side by side to class, my face still warm from the proximity. Why did I never notice how cute he is?

~Timeskip~

It's been a week since Peeta opened the door for me and we walked into class together. I haven't gotten him out of my head since then. The way the muscles in his arms tense and ripple while he's chopping something or kneading dough, the way his cheeks flare a bright pink when he catches me staring, the way he takes criticism from our professor with such grace, God, why didn't I notice him sooner? He's a great baker, excelling in all things pastry or dessert, but he struggles with basically everything else...I hope he passes. As I start to clean my workstation to end class for the day, I feel a presence approaching me. I turned to see Peeta looking shy and like he wanted to say something to me. "Hey, Peeta. What's up?" "Hi, Y/n. I was just wondering if you had anything planned for tonight or the weekend?" It's a Friday, so I should have something planned, but all of my friends were busy with classwork, jobs, or relationship stuff. "No, I don't have any plans. Why?" His blush spread from his cheeks all the way from his hairline to underneath his shirt. "Um, well, I was wondering if you would be interested in coming over to my dorm. I've been trying out this cake recipe and I need someone to be my taste tester." He was rubbing his hands on his pants while he asked, probably trying to dry off the sweat. So sweet, he's nervous to ask me out. A wide grin took over my face. "Sure! When were you thinking?" His anxious look relaxed and he gave a small smile at my acceptance. "Whatever day works best for you." "Let's do Saturday night. That way we both have time to prepare and I can stay a little bit later." "What do you mean prepare?" "Well, you don't think I'm going to show up empty-handed, do you? Let me give you my number so we can confirm beforehand.'' "Okay, here's my phone." "Thanks, see you later, Peeta." "See you." Peeta smiled and walked away. I turned to finish cleaning my station. I just got asked out by the cutest, sweetest guy in class!

~Timeskip~

It's Saturday and I texted Peeta about an hour ago confirming we were still on for 6pm at his dorm room. Fortunately, we don't have to share dorms, so it's more like a studio apartment than a dorm. I wonder what it will be decorated like. I rustle through my closet trying to find a cute, but not too cute, outfit for our date. I find the cutest pink dress with a dainty baby's breath print on it when I get a phone call from Peeta. "Hello?" "Hi. I'm at the market right now and was wondering if you'd be interested in some wine with dinner? If you don't drink that's okay, I can grab some soda or tea, too." "I think white wine would go well with what I made. Is that alright?" "That's perfect. I'll see you in a bit." "Okay, bye." He is so thoughtful. I'll have to pay him back for that wine. I scrambled to finish my hair and makeup. The carbonara I made was sitting on the counter, ready to be reheated and served. My hands are shaking as I carry the pot through campus to his dorm. Thankfully his building isn't too far from mine. When I finally reach his building, I see he is already standing outside for me. He's wearing a black button-up top with black slacks and dress shoes. Wow. He is so handsome. He smiles as he sees me approaching and meets me a few feet away from the door to the dorms. The blush from when he first asked me out returned to his face and neck. "Here, let me grab that." He grabs the pot from my hands and starts walking towards the door. "Thanks, I felt like my arms were about to fall off." "You should've told me, I would've picked you up from your room and walked with you." "That's nice of you. Well, at least I know for next time." He smiles at that but doesn't respond.

After a quiet ride in the elevator, we reached his floor and walked a little way down the hall. "Here we are. My humble abode." If I didn't smell the sweet scent of berries and chocolate from down the hall, I definitely did now. It hit me light a train when he opened the door to his room. "Oh my gosh, Peeta! It smells so good in here!" "Heh, yeah, I've been baking the same thing over and over, so the smell was bound to get super strong. If it bugs you I can open a window." "No! I don't want anybody else smelling this, I'm greedy." As I walk inside I can't help but notice all of the decorations he has. It's almost boho. Warm colors, soft textures, sweet lighting, macrame, etc. A lot of sunset orange, too. "I love how you decorated your place, Peeta," I said as I moved further in. "Thanks," he says as he sets my pot down on his stove, "I like when a home feels cozy. Besides, I need every surface to be nap-approved so I can sleep after eating all of my creations." "That's a valid reason, haha." He moves past me and towards the bar that separates the kitchen from the living area. "Here, come sit down." He pulls out a chair for me and I move to sit. "Thank you." "Of course. Let me grab the wine for us and I can start on heating the pasta." "Okay, I hope you like carbonara. I think I did okay, but if you don't like it we can order takeout, haha." "Oh, please, you know you're at least top 3 in our class. I think it'll be perfect." "Well, if I'm top 3 then you're top 2. You could have your own TV. show with how good you bake." His blush returns at my praise. "I hope you still think that after tonight. I'm not sure this is my best try at this dessert. Making a chocolate and berry souffle can be pretty daunting." "Wow, we haven't even gotten that far in class yet. I'm serious, Peeta, you need to do something with that talent." "I'll try." He pours us two glasses of the white wine he bought. "Here, let me pay you back for the wine," I say as I reach for my purse. "No, don't worry about it. I offered." I see sincerity in his eyes, practically pleading for me not to grab my wallet. "Fine, but I'm paying next time." "Alright," he says, his lovely smile gracing me with its presence again. I hear the pasta starting to simmer, "I think the pasta is done. Let me help plate it." I get up and move towards where Peeta is in the kitchen. "The plates are in that cabinet." I grab two light blue plates and bring them to him, he's already twirling the noodles with tongs, portioning out the food. "Go sit, I'll bring the plates over." I barely whisper, "Okay," and go back to my seat. There's a flutter in my chest every time he does something kind or chivalrous. I really hope there is a next time. Peeta brings the plates over and sits down. "It smells really lovely, Y/n. I'm practically drooling over here." "Oh, stop. Let's eat before it gets cold." Yes ma'am." Ma'am...I like that.

We both twirl some noodles on our forks and take a bite. It took a second for us to really savor the taste of the pasta, but we both moaned in sync once it hit us. "Mmm! Y/n, this is the best thing I've ever had!" "Not to toot my own horn, but it is really fucking good!" We continued to eat with minimal talking, opting to enjoy the food rather than conversate. I finished my plate just as Peeta finished his. "Thank you, Y/n. That was amazing. I don't think I've felt that amazed by food in a while." "You're welcome. It's just one of the perks of being on a date with a culinary school student. I'm much more excited for the souffle you made, though." "Let me get those in the oven before we fall into a food coma," he said as he stood up. I grabbed our plates and brought them to the sink to be washed. "Don't worry about cleaning up. Why don't you sit on the couch and pick a show for us to watch?" "No, I can't just let you clean everything up. Do you have a specific way of washing your dishes?" "Nope, just the normal way, I guess. Thanks for cleaning up." "No problem. Thanks for asking me out. I'm having a really fun time," I said as I started washing the plates and pot. "Thanks for saying yes. I'm having a nice time, too," he said as he put the souffles in the oven. "While you do that I am going to pick a show for us. Do you have any preferences on what we watch? We don't have to watch anything, either, if you don't want to. I figured it might be nice to hang out on the couch and relax after dinner. Besides, I'm feeling all tingly from the wine already, haha," he said. "No, I don't have a preference. Just put on whatever you like, I'm sure I'll like it, too," I said as I finished washing everything. I heard the show start right as the oven beeped. "Come sit down, I'll plate the dessert," Peeta said as he got up from the couch. "Okay," I dried my hands off and made my way to the couch to see Daria playing. "I love this show!" "Really? I was hoping it would be okay."

Peeta walked over to the couch with two ramekins, a souffle in each. "Here you go, I hope you like it." "I'm sure I will." I scooped into the souffle with the spoon Peeta gave me and watched as a warm, gooey filling spilled out. I take a bite and let the chocolatey and fruity flavor coat my mouth. I can't stop the moan that leaves my mouth. I feel Peeta's eyes staring at me, gauging my reaction. "Peeta..." "Yes? How is it?" "This is the best thing I have ever eaten in my entire life." He lets out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you like it. I was really nervous." "I don't know why. You really are amazing." "You are, too, Y/n."

~Timeskip~

I was laughing at a joke that Peeta made when I checked my phone to see the time. "It's already 1am!" "Really? I don't think it would be safe for you to walk home this late. You could stay here if you want," Peeta offered shyly. "Oh, I'm not sure if I can. I don't have any of my things and I would hate to intrude. I know your bedroom is just around the corner, so I would hate to invade your privacy and all that," it took me longer than normal to speak, the wine buzz was getting to me. "I really don't mind. I have spare clothes and extra toiletries. Obviously, you don't have to stay if you're uncomfortable, but I figured I would offer." I searched his eyes to see if there were any signs of mal intentions, but all I see is kindness and concern. "Sure, I'll stay. Do you mind if I change?" "Of course not, let me get you some clothes. Sweats and a shirt okay," he asked as he started rounding the corner to his room. I gave him a small nod. Are we going to cuddle? I wouldn't mind his strong arms around me...I hope he doesn't think something more is going to happen tonight. I was in the middle of my thinking when something soft got thrown at my face. "You can change in the bathroom when you're ready," he said, smiling at me. I laugh as I stand up, "Okay, funny guy, I'm going now." He just smiles at me and sits back down on the couch. I walk into his clean, tidy bathroom. It smells like sugar cookies. Probably due to the candle sitting on the counter, but I wouldn't doubt it's because he made some recently, too. I change into his clothes, the smell of his laundry detergent and faint cologne engulfing my senses. I feel my face heating up as I press the shirt closer to my nose. I could smell this forever.

I step out of the bathroom, my clothes folded in my arms to leave on a chair, when I see the couch has been pulled out and turned into a bed. The lights have been dimmed and the TV. volume has been lowered. "Hey," Peeta says from the edge of the sofa bed, "I can sleep either on the couch or in the bedroom. I don't mind. It's whatever you're the most comfortable with." Suddenly feeling incredibly brave and in need of physical touch. "Um, actually, do you think we can share a bed? I want to keep talking and I wouldn't mind a little cuddling, either. You don't have to if you don't want to, though." My face is hot and my hands are starting to sweat as I wait for a response. The tension was practically suffocating as I was a blush blossom from his cheeks and travel all the way underneath his shirt again. "I'm sorry if I made it awkward, I can go-" "No! You didn't make it awkward. I'm sorry. I would love to share a bed. I was just getting nervous about being so close to such a pretty and incredible girl. I'll go change." He gets up and walks into his bedroom to get clothes and walks into the bathroom. I set my stuff down and got comfortable on the sofa bed he prepared. Oh. My. God. I am about to cuddle with Peeta Mellark. He came out about a minute later, old clothes bundled in his arms. He throws his clothes somewhere in his room before he joins me in the bed. "You know, you look cute in my clothes." "You look cute in your clothes, too." I feel the warmth of his body radiating off of him onto me. I shift onto my side to face him and he does the same. "Peeta, can I tell you something embarrassing?" "Of course." "I know this is our first date and really the first time we've gotten to know each other, but I think I really like you already." My eyes are almost glossy with my nervousness coupled with my sudden shyness. A fat grin took over Peeta's face. "I feel the same way about you, Y/n." "Good. I don't think I could share your dessert-making skills with anyone else." "I feel the same way about your carbonara." I leaned in and gave him a small, sweet kiss on his lips before turning around and pushing my back to his chest. When I feel his muscular arm wrap around me and his nose press into my hair I say, "Goodnight, Peeta." "Goodnight, Y/n."

~Timeskip~

My eyes flutter open as I hear my alarm going off. I sit up in bed and turn to see Peeta lying on his stomach, arms underneath his head, breathing softly. He's still the sweetest, most handsome thing I've ever laid eyes on. It's been about five years since our first date. We made it official soon after and Peeta proposed after three years of dating, right after we graduated culinary school together. By that point, we had already been living with each other for one and a half years and gained two cats and a dog. We got married a year after he proposed and bought a cute place that sat above our own business. We still live in a touristy, college town, so we opened Dinner and Dessert. Before I could reminisce any more about the past few years, I felt Peeta stirring next to me. "Good morning," he grumbled, eyes still closed. "Good morning, love," I say as I get up to get ready for the day. I put on jeans, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes, and tie an apron over it all. The casual clothes make our clients feel less intimidated. When Peeta gets up he sports the same outfit. We walk downstairs to our work area together and start setting up for the day. I hop on the computer to see what we have for our morning set of clients. "We have 4 couples today, Peeta." "Alright, I'll set up for 4, then." "Thank you."

We run a business where we do cooking classes for friends, couples, families, parents, and their young children, etc. Monday through Thursday we have a morning block, an afternoon block, and a night block, all of which correspond to the meal that would be served during that time. On Fridays, we do specialty workshops where we focus on one specific skill or dish that takes longer than the usual 2.5-hour block we use during the week. I focus on the savory part of the dish while Peeta focuses on the dessert or the bread part of the dish. If we're making French toast, Peeta is showing them how to make the bread and I am showing them how to make the perfect eggs. If we're doing dinner, I show them how to pan-sear salmon while he shows them how to make the perfect pie to go with it. We don't work on the weekends, opting to focus on each other. We go to the beach, go on hikes, explore the state, and most of all, we feed each other. We coordinate meals, do surprise meals, or visit old friends from school and their restaurants/food trucks. Peeta is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Who would've thought that 5 years ago if he hadn't opened that door for me we wouldn't be together? Hah! Yeah, right. We're meant to be together, like dinner and dessert

[ghostb0ii]

141 task force members walk in on you playing to some spicy music

Slightly NSFW post, but please enjoy ! These are my Headcanons on how each member and other characters would react to you playing sexy music as they walk in! Captain price : When you blast Ride by Ginuwine, he will chuckle, knowing that you're just admiring him for looking so handsome. He'll walk over and kiss your forehead whispering in your ear " You need to behave." while running his hands down to your waist and kissing your neck softly. His grip will tighten on you and his expression is soft, though he has a lot he wants to do to you right in that moment. Soap: You'll be blasting Earned it by the Weekend and Soap will melt, he may be a tough guy but he love's the way your eyes wander all over his body and how enamored you seem by him. Soap will pick you up and put you over his shoulder taking you straight to the bedroom. mumbling under his breath all of the things he's going to do to you, " Keep this up and i'll make sure to treat you every night." Ghost: the song you choose fits perfectly whenever he comes home. It's late and every time you see him, you just remember the first day you met him, you'll play Get you by Daniel Caesar, a very intimate and slow song. But he knows, he's quiet and looks at you, his eyes are usually empty but when you play music like this there's a glint that shines. Ghost will walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist as you both slowly sway together to the music. He'll be kissing your neck softly and whispering into your ear sweet words while he also nips at your ear.

Konig: A sweet and gentle man and whenever you know he's coming over you put on All to you by Sabrina Claudio. Konig melts as he hears the song, making him weak in the knees, he absolutely loves when you play music like that just for him. He love's when you praise him, so this form of praise just excites him even more, only leading him to pick you up and taking you to the bedroom as he whispers everything he wants to do to you and how he belongs to you and only you. Valeria: You love the way she confidently walks into the room as you play Gorilla by Bruno Mars. She'll blush a bit and start walking slowly towards you " ¿Que paso amor, eso es lo que quieres?" she lifts your chin up to look you dead in the eyes with a playful smile and she'll lean in to kiss you passionately. Valeria doesn't play when it comes to you and she just loves it when you shower her with attention. Only to love on you even more and show you that you're the only one she truly wants.

Alejandro : You blast Big Boss by victoria monet, this man love's when you play sexy music as he walks in. It really turns him on, whether its intimate or very raunchy he loves it. He'll walk up to you and lift you as he kisses you passionately, squeezing on you tightly. He's the type to give you hickeys as he lays you onto the couch softly whispering how much he loves you. Rudy: You know he'll get embarrassed but you love to see it on his face. You'll blast Yeah i said it by Rhianna, sending this man into a full meltdown ( the good kind though). His face will turn red and he'll become so flustered he'll start to stutter and mumble. Coming up close to you and hugging you tightly as he softly kisses your neck and laughs a bit " You're teasing me.." Gaz: You'll be blasting Need to know by Doja cat and he will have the biggest smile on his face. He'll walk over to you as he dance's and starts laughing, he love's it so much when you do this, it feels like the weight on his shoulders is suddenly gone and now all he can think is the moment with you. Dancing and laughing he'll kiss you soft kiss as he grabs your waist, " You make everything so much better you know." This man is a lover boy i just know he would be melting on the inside too once you do this. Graves : You know blasting raunchy songs drives this man crazy and in a very good way. You'd play When she comes home tonight by Riley Green this man will literally fall to his knees just for you, he loves it when you play music like this. He'll praise you and gently kiss your thighs while slowly making his way up to finally plant a kiss on your lips. He's a romantic man who will whisper sweet words and promise to fulfill anything you want that night and for the rest of your life. This man is a full on lover, a romantic and will do everything for you. Requested by @jasminmartinez19

[bouncybongfairy]

A New Type of Fear

Donatello x Fem Reader

Summary: After meeting Donnie online, your relationships starts tettering on the line of casual. You've never seen a picture of him, you start to question his commitment to the relationship.

Word Count: 2k+

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Part 2 is now posted! <3

You pack your bag up, putting away your notebooks and untangling your headphones. It was Friday and the entire class was bubbling with excitement for the weekend; You shared that feeling. It had been a really long week. Once the bell rang, everyone ran out so fast that the door was bottlenecking. You didn't bother getting up for a couple moments, knowing you'd have to wait to get out the door, anyway. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Cleverson. Hope you have a good weekend," you said, throwing your backpack over your shoulders.

"Oh Y|N, I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to give you this flier from the teacher's lounge. There is a chess competition this weekend for students K-12. I think you have a really good shot at winning. The prize is 200 dollars cash and a trophy. No harm in trying, right?" She said handing you the paper. 

"Thanks, I'll let you know how it goes on Monday," you said, walking towards the now empty doorway. 

"Good luck!" she called out to you as you walked out.

You put on your coat, it was late November in New York and the cold was intense. You put one of your headphones in and start walking towards the subway. You were excited to get home and tell your friend Donnie about the chess competition. You met on Chess.com as mutuals and your friendship grew from there. One of the main reasons you liked him was because he preferred to talk on the phone rather than text back and forth. Not only that, he was really smart and was extremely good at communicating. He was easy to talk to, it was nice to talk with a guy and not have your feelings shot down or mansplained back to you. 

You've been talking with him for 8 months now, and maybe you were miss reading him but he seemed to be into you. Always getting quiet when you talk about boys flirting with you at your work. Insinuating that he wishes he could have been there for you in a time of need or a bad day. You would try to avoid thinking too deeply about it by telling yourself he was just being friendly. You did have reservations about getting as close as you have with Donnie. You'd never seen a picture of him or talked to him over facetime/video chat. This is obviously a red flag for multiple reasons. He always said he was insecure and didn't like showing his face to people on the internet. That was understandable enough but as time progressed you grew sick of that logic. 

You walked down the concrete stairs, making your way to the subway. It was only a 15 minute ride from the stop closest to your school and your apartment. You pulled your phone out and texted Donnie, letting him know you'll be home in 20 minutes and asking if they could talk on the phone for a bit. He immediately texted you back agreeing. The station wasn't too packed and was filled mostly with other students. You got a text from your mother saying she was going to be working late which was typical. After getting off the subway and walking the 5 minutes home, you throw a couple of frozen hot wings into the oven. 

You get into your bedroom and set your backpack down next to your desk. You grab your chair and plop yourself down before whirling our computer up. You pulled your knees to your chest and opened Discord. You smiled seeing that he tried to call you once already. 

"Hey Donnie," you said once you saw that he was on call. 

"Hi Y|N, how was school?" he asked. 

"Boring, glad it's over," you said. 

"You say that almost everyday," he said. 

"Consistent honesty," you said laughing before continuing, "guess what?" you asked rhetorically. 

"hmm?" He said. 

"There is a Chess competition tomorrow, 200 dollars cash for the winner. Obviously I'm gonna be there but what about you?" you asked, picking at a hangnail.

"I would love to be there and watch you dominate but I can't," he said.

"But why? I know you told me that you value your privacy but.. I don't know. I thought we were starting to get serious and I really want to meet you face to face," you said, trying hard to keep a neutral tone. 

"I know, I do think we're serious. I care about you so much, you know that. My dad is strict and although he allows me to be online we had an agreement that I would remain anonymous," he said. 

"So even when we start dating you're going to be anonymous?" you said, he didn't respond for a while. 

"I guess I didn't realize how serious you were about us. I'll try and talk to my dad and see what he says," Donnie said, sounding rather somber.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be aggressive about it," you said. 

"No it's okay. You're just expressing your emotions about the situation. You have valid points, same as I. I'm gonna try and get permission," he said, he didn't sound mad but more defeated. 

"I'm not mad at you but I gotta go, my brother has been trying to get on the computer for the last 45 minutes. I'll text you?" he asked. 

"Yeah, maybe we can talk again later tonight?" you asked.

"For sure," he said; you spent the next couple hours worried if you had pushed a little too hard. Saying how you felt so bluntly didn't make you feel better the way you thought it would. 

~

Donatello logged off and turned off the computer. He was completely beside himself, he knew that he was setting you up for disappointment; if his father found out he was on the internet in such a deep way, he would lose his mind. So of course there was no possible way to ask his father to go out for something other than a mission, let alone for a girl. He walked into the living room where his brothers were fighting for the remote. Donnie chuckled to himself, knowing the last time they did this the remote broke. 

The fighting stopped immediately as Splinter walked in holding four pizzas. Everyone including Donnie sat down at the table to eat. It was a long day of training so everyone was pretty hungry. Mikey was going on and on about how 'his girlfriend' aka Ice Spice was dropping a new music video today. Splinter rolled his eyes as he took his first bite of his five cheese pizza. Leo and Raph were telling everyone about a new martial art move they recently mastered. Donnie didn't have much of an appetite, he was beside himself. It was frustrating that things couldn't be simpler, he loved his family but it's hard being cooped up all the time. 

They never talked about anything outside the sewer, martial arts, crime ect. He sometimes imagined them, old and shriveled trying to eat pizza with no teeth. What would they do after Splinter dies? There was so much unknown about the future and now with Y|N it made him think about it so much more. He was worried that once she saw him, she would be scared and run away. It was a type of rejection would break him, especially because he cared so deeply about Y|N. He made up an excuse that he wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. 

~

You took a hot shower after talking with Donnie, it helped take some of the stiffness out of your body. Honestly, you feel a lot better when you remind yourself that he validated your feelings. Knowing that he understood where you were coming from. You turned the water off and wrapped the soft brown towel around yourself. You walk back to your room and sit on the floor directly in front of your closet door mirror. After plugging in your blow dryer you began the long process of fully drying your entire head. The contest started at 12pm tomorrow so you wanted to make sure your hair was done the night before. 

Donnie told you he wasn't feeling well and that he was going to be early. He said he was going to make an effort to be there but you didn't want to get your hopes up for nothing. Your mom came in and kissed you on the top of your head when she got home from work. This made you feel a bit better. Once you finish your hair, you lay in bed. Scrolling mindlessly until drifting off to sleep. 

The next morning you woke up and immediately started getting ready for the Chess Competition. You really tried not to get your hopes over Donnie coming but, as you did your hair and make-up it was all you could think about. It made you feel stressed knowing that if he did show up, you both would be seeing each other for the first time. You wanted to look good but it did worry that it would make male competitors take you less seriously. After a while you just stopped caring about what other people might think. 

Your mom ended up dropping you off at the competition, it was hosted at your school. You walked into the quad and there were only about 12 other people there. This was a good thing in your case because you knew it would only help your chances of winning. After signing up and getting your name tag, you sat down next to a group of peers who were waiting for the matches to start. None of them were talking, just staring at their phones. You did the same, texting Donnie to ask if he was coming or not. You didn't know what he looked like but you figured if he was one of the people you were sitting with, he would approach you. Especially because he had seen pictures of you. 

Once the first match began you didn't have time to think about Donnie. You were more concerned with the aspect of winning at this point. It wasn't super late but because it was winter the sun was fully set by 4:15. All the competitors had a lunch break towards the end, which you used to call Donnie a couple of times with no answer. It really bothered you that he didn't even reach out to say he couldn't make it. That was not super normal for him, you expected more. 

Those feelings of grief were short lived once you won the competition. You were really happy, excited to tell your mom and Mrs.Cleverson. Once everyone headed out, the high you got from winning began to fade. You had left 7 messages throughout the day and he never responded to any of them. On top of that, your mom was working late so you had to take the subway home. You throw your coat on and make your way outside. It was snowing slightly, which meant it was going to be a long way home. You checked your phone again texting Donnie that you were frustrated about him not being honest.

Immediately after you started your trek, you felt uneasy. There was a guy following you for the past couple blocks. You know he was intentionally stalking because you kept making random turns or crossing the street to head in the opposite direction you were coming from. You cut through an alley thinking you were getting away however another guy was walking towards you from the other end. When you turned around, the original man was blocking your way which caused both men to break out in laughter. You tried to run but one of the men grabbed you by your arm. You were scared out of your mind, trying to think of your next move. 

Suddenly you hear a loud banging sound and feel the ground shake a bit. All three of you look up and see a monster of a man. At least 6 '7 or 6' 8; not only did this person have height but an enormous build, like if a body builder could take as many steroids as they wanted without side effects. The predators immediately ran the other direction, you didn't both look back at them. Your eyes were settled on this person, they weren't moving closer to you. 

"Are you okay?" the mystery person asked. Your brain immediately recognized the voice from the daily phone calls from the past 8 months. 

"Donatello?" You asked, walking closer to him. 

"Yeah, I don't even know what to say. I'm really-" you interrupted him by running up and embracing him in a tight hug. He dropped his staff and wrapped his arms around you, trying not to crush you.

"Thank you for being here," you said crying into his arms, taking in what could have happened if he wasn't there. He ended up making sure you got home safely, as you warned him about the 12 thousand questions you had for him.

[goodlucktai]

tagged by @bobtheacorn like...... 3 weeks ago 😭 my bad

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

283

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,353,670

which seems.......excessive

3. What fandoms do you write for?

actively, one piece and tmnt, but that is ruled by the demons in my brain that control the hyperfixation machine.

fandoms ive posted 3 or more fics for:

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Natsume Yuujinchou | Natsume's Book of Friends Good Omens Final Fantasy XV Undertale Mumintroll | Moomins Series Harry Potter Young Justice 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia 陈情令 | The Untamed King Falls AM Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rise of the Guardians Voltron: Legendary Defender

4. Top five fics by kudos?

Exclusivity - 11,116

walk straight through hell with a smile - 9,152

Inanition - 9,039

there is thunder in our hearts - 8,161

trouble is a friend of mine - 7,842

5. Do you respond to comments?

i do try to but i can't always :'( and i feel terrible if i manage to reply to most and then forget someone and only realize it months later. but i read every single comment and i appreciate them more than i have words for

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i tend to veer away from angst, but off the top of my head....

where the good men go or if i go i'm going on fire

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

99% of my fics have a happy ending because thats my BRAND but i suppose give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around or the weekend we were in love OR put your empty hands in mine

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not often, but i recently had someone who REALLY disliked the way things change because i 'villainized' raph. which is definitely news to me, since raphael is the love of my life

9. Do you write smut?

nope

10. Craziest crossover?

i wrote a tmnt/one piece crossover once ? but now that we are actually getting a tmnt/naruto idw run it doesnt feel that weird to me anymore

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

only once if i'm remembering right ?? it was a long time ago and wattpad related, which is a site that i dont really understand and therefore tend to avoid

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes ! i'll often have people request to translate my stories and it blows me away every time

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Devil took your hand was written by myself and @moogsthewriter

14. All time favourite ship?

ineffable husbands, wangxian, or leosagi

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

how much time do you have 😭

16. What are your writing strengths?

i want to say characterization and narrative voice. i'm also pretty good at maintaining a throughline, even if it sometimes gets a little wobbly

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

conflict ! i hate it ! i will avoid writing it at all costs ! i also tend to struggle with writing fight scenes, especially when there are several characters involved :') staging any kind of choreography is my opp

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i try not to but if it feels unavoidable i google the heck out of it

19. First fandom you wrote in?

honestly it was either digimon (which also inspired my og penname) or xiaolin showdown lol

20. Favourite fic you've written?

i'm stealing bob's idea and going top 5:

there is thunder in our hearts - this story came together so easily for me, like i knew exactly how i wanted to tell it from start to finish

the only hoax i believe in - a kfam fic in my top 5s why yes and i'll tell you why. because i poured so much of myself into this fic that they could probably read it at my funeral instead of a eulogy

traveling so far to get there - after party au raph and mikey continue to take up so much real estate in my brain and for what

now the darkness comes alive - this one is more recent but im so happy with the way it turned out :')

if we could stay all day in the sun - it was a lot of fun reimagining one of my favorite fairy tales and doing a bunch of unnecessary research for this story i will stand by it until the day i die !!

i'm tagging @mykimouser, @owletstarlet, @portgas-d-aroace, @mad4turtles, @camsthisky, @remedyturtles, @pickledcarrotsandradish, @swordsmans, @mangogreent, and anyone else who wants to !

[fluffymary]

I know you're watching me right now.

Yeah, that's right. I'm talking to you.

You have me blocked on all accounts, yet you still stalk me, seeing what new stuff I've posted. How else did you figure out I brought up vql3r again?

I honestly have no words for you. Because of the sheer stupidity your little mind has. If there's any inside your skull.

How many months since it all began? Three? Four, maybe?

Three months since it all started. Three months since crow spoke up and i joined on the sides.

And yet, even though I was vagueposting in his post, completely unaware of the situation, you came in.

And despite me commenting on you once, somehow you took it like I had release the apocalypse on you.

Messaging me here. Messaging me on my main. I'll be honest, I was that petty to ignore you, because I knew zero shit about everything that's been going on.

I spoke about it. To leave me alone. To not drag me into any drama that I had zero knowledge of, despite having known only surface knowledge.

That same post you used in your shitty, empty and shallow "callout post", the same one i was dragged into like I was a witch of the west.

The same post you posted the day before my fucking birthday and ruined my mood for a short brief. Then again, I couldn't be bothered enough. After all, I found your attempts...humorous, so to say.

So if you've seen that post, surely something in your head must've went "Oh, maybe I'm judging too hard, I should leave them alone."

You didn't.

And now I'm typing this in the bus home after a great holiday weekend with mom, I sit down, and when i check on Tumblr, who's the first motherfucker thats messaged me and go after my ass again?

Ding ding ding! You got it!

Crow gave you a chance. Maybe a few too many. We both gave you the benefit of doubt. And yet you blew it with your bullshittery and, mind me language, absolute dick suching behavior from you. You want Erin's approval so fucking bad it makes you look stupid (and, well, you are).

I honestly don't know what do you want from me. Do you want me to say sorry? Want me to pull up the fucking ukulele? Want me to make a video, put some fake tears and sad music to earn your sympathy?

At this point I'm not even going to bother anymore. I'm made it crystal clear how I wanted zero part in this, as I've stated in the post you used. You accuse US of being the bad guys, yet who's the one that's constantly going after me despite not having done anything at all?

To be honest, I'm dissapointed in you. I have memories of us chatting once, in the past, and we had a jovial conversation. You seemed like a nice guy. I gave you the benefit of doubt on that post crow made, because surely, you could've been as clueless as i was.

I guess I am too naive, as my babygirl would say.

I just hope that, with this post that I (pray to Jesus H. FUCKING CHRIST) finally make about this whole situation, youre able to open your eyes and realize how much youre fucking this up. Because it is honestly ridiculous, the sheer determination you've got to continue to harass me despite me wanting out on this.

Or, in much more simple terms. From the bottom of my whole chest.

SHUT THE FUCK UP. JUST SHUT UP. SHUT. UP. SHUT YOUR ASS UP AND LEAVE. ME. ALONE.

[conductorswife]

Headache

a short story about Conductor from A Hat in Time as my agedre caregiver! inspired by how i get headaches often :(

it's a calm weekend morning. Conductor is enjoying a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. next to him is an empty chair with a plate containing Krissy's breakfast in front of it.

Krissy walks into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes, a very tired expression on her face.

Conductor hears her enter, and immediately turns to look, his coffee still in-hand.

Conductor "Ah, mornin', lass!" (in a teasing tone) "Peck, yer hair's a right mess... we'll hae tae get that all tidied up after breakfast, hm?"

Krissy (whining) "My head hurts..."

Conductor (in a softer tone) "Awwh, not again..." (sigh) "C'mere, lassie, it'll be alright..."

he carefully places his coffee down and reaches out to Krissy for a hug, carefully pulling her closer as she accepts. he then starts petting her head gently.

Conductor "Do ye feel sick, wee one? Do we need tae put yer breakfast in the fridge fer later?"

Krissy rests her head on Conductor's shoulder, relief washing over her immediately as she feels his soft, warm feathers.

Krissy (softly) "I think I could eat..."

Conductor turns his head back towards the table and reaches over to pick up the sippy cup next to Krissy's plate.

Conductor "Here, I put some water in yer sippy. It's still cold."

Krissy "Thank you..."

Conductor continues to hold Krissy close to him while she drinks from her sippy. her headache will still take a while to go away, but being with her husband/caregiver makes it much more tolerable.

Krissy "I'm ready to eat my breakfast now."

Conductor kisses her forehead and lets her go.

Conductor "Alright, lass. I'll be right here with me coffee, and once ye finish eatin', maybe we could watch some Bluey together, hm?"

he notices Krissy's hair again and chuckles.

Conductor (teasingly) "...and get that messy hair taken care of too!"

Krissy giggles as she sits down in the chair next to his, preparing to eat her breakfast.

Krissy (smiling) "Okay, Conducty."

the end!

note: this blog is not exclusively agedre content! some posts discuss heavier topics (depression, trauma, death, etc) that may be upsetting to see in a tiny headspace, but my content will NEVER be se*ual in nature!

[solei-eclipse]

hi para! i hope this doesn’t seem disingenuous or something just because two other people have sent asks regarding this same content but… i actually really care about you and i want you to know that it’s okay you may not post a lot about the original alien stage or just not be that interested in it in general. i’ve been like, your biggest fan since probably march (or earlier) of this year. i’ll tell you right now that i was really scared to reach out, interact, or talk to you because at the time, i had been using my real name on my blog and i was unsure if i wanted to go by it here just yet, so i only waited for you to post something new most days. i wasn’t really doing so great back then, because i was a little stressed and i had so much pressure piled up on me because of my rehearsals, my homework, my piano lessons, and life in general. i think your blog really kept me motivated and interested in alien stage (+ many other things) and i was always so excited to see a new post from you.

that being said, you’ve been one of my favorite people in the alien stage fandom and i freaked out in the best way possible when you followed me back. i don’t want you to feel pressured to post on shakingparadigm and i don’t want you to feel like you’re not being appreciative of your followers. i still love your content, para, and i want you to know that. when my life was going through a rough patch, when i was losing sleep during tech week, when i was working at my school on a weekend due to hosting a theater tournament, when i felt empty for days at a time, your blog was always there to keep me happy and i’ll never forget that. you’re really a wonderful person, and i want you to know that because you helped me so much without knowing it, i’d do that for you too. you don’t have to post very often for me to still enjoy everything you put out. please know that no matter what happens, i still cherish the memories i have of reading your posts and knowing that at least someone out there is as insane about alien stage as i am. it doesn’t matter to me what changes about you or your blog. i’ll always be your number one fan, so thank you for all you’ve done for me! i’m so so so so so grateful for everything. i care about you, and you deserve everything good in life. you’re not a content machine. you can take breaks. please take your time, and don’t rush yourself. you’ve always been human to me. nothing will ever EVER change that. i’ll never demand more content from you, and nobody ever should.

remember to drink water, get good sleep, and eat! i hope i worded this well… if it’s confusing or if it weirded you out, i’m sorry! i just really want you to know i care.

JUNE???? I teared up at this June. I don't know what to do with myself aaagh

I genuinely have no words. This means so much to me... No seriously I actually have no words right now I'm just. WOW. For that long?! I remember I was barely anyone back in March... mostly just talking to myself and the 3 or 4 people that interacted with me every now and then. I can't believe you've been with me for so long! June!!!!

I had no idea I could ever mean something like that to someone, I just started posting into the void and hoped I could be heard somehow. I don't know what to say... I'm really touched, and really grateful that I was able to help you in that way even though I was just spouting bullshit most of the time. I'm sorry to hear that you went through so much stress during that time, and all I can do is hope that you're in a better place. I'm proud of you for getting past that period. Stay strong!! I believe in you June!!

I'm so in awe. Thank you so much for your appreciation and your time and your patience. It always shakes me whenever someone deems me worthy of those things... I'll always be grateful for them. Thank you, thank you thank you thank you for deeming me worthwhile. It genuinely pulls at my heartstrings to think about.

Please don't call yourself just a fan, you're my friend and ever since we started interacting more here I've seen you that way. Your posts are so intriguing and your art is absolutely fantastic. It's such a joy to see all the wonderful things you make. I'm the one who should be grateful for bearing witness to all of it!

Thank you for your reassurance, I promise I'll try to take better care of myself. I want you to look after yourself too, please! I know you're still dealing with a lot right now, so don't forget that everything applies to you too. I wish you luck with all your endeavors and I hope you come out the other side just fine. I care about you as well, and i want you to know that you deserve all the good things in life, too! All the good things and more. I wish you the best!

This means so much to me. I keep saying that for so many things but that's just because it's true. It makes me laugh, actually, to realize how wrong I was on other people's perception of me. It's through everyone's kindness that I realize I should probably start being kinder to myself. You've helped me so much without knowing, too. I wholeheartedly thank you for it ...

Don't beat yourself up over anything. It's not at all disingenuous or confusing or weird. It's so achingly genuine that upon receiving the notification for this I dropped to the floor and stared at it unable to process. Thank you for your incredibly sweet and kind words, June, I'll be thinking about them for an incredibly long time. I care for you too, please remember that, and if you ever need help with anything don't be afraid to reach out. I'll be here <3

[octuscle]

Working everyday sucks. I mean is this the life we dreamt of when we were young? I mean I had the choice between knowledge and sports. I chose the academic way but there are days I wish for another chance to decide. Working with my body instead of my brain would be cool. Is there a Chronivac program to solve this problem?

Dude, I understand you so well. I mean, you're in-house counsel at your company, 48 years old��. Got 20 more years to work. The peak of your career is probably right now. Damn it! If you would have made the right decision at the right time… I'll choose the setting "Become younger with simultaneous modification of the past". Means in clear language, you become now each hour a year younger. And at the same time you have dedicated yourself one year more to a career as an athlete. Whether you end up as a gold medal winner, Formula 1 champion or coach of a soccer team in the district league, I can't tell you yet. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you.

Friday morning, 6:00 a.m. At this time you feel like an old man. Your back has been better. But trust me, in a few minutes you will feel better. Your mind is already off the weekly meeting in the shower. They're on the runs you're planning for the weekend. By the time you sit down to breakfast at 7:00 a.m. (raw vegetables, sugar-free muesli, low-fat quark), you already feel considerably fitter. You sold your car a year ago. Your new bike was almost as expensive. And now you ride it to the office like every morning.

09:00 a.m., weekly meeting of the department heads. Since you've been doing more sports, you love Casual Friday. Your tight suit pants fit snugly and your rolled-up arms show off your tanned, wiry forearms. Three years of hard training are having an effect. It's certainly helped your career, too. Most of the other department heads are not only fatter than you, they are also much older.

The morning goes well, at lunchtime you can convince your colleagues to have sushi. Normally, they always go out for schnitzel at the brewery on Fridays. Then you would have had to take a salad again. And a non-alcoholic beer. Okay, that would have worked, too. But in the meantime it causes you physical pain to watch how some people maltreat their bodies. As you brush your teeth in the office after lunch, you grin very contentedly in the mirror. You are now 40 years old. But as a rule, everyone thinks you're younger. Triathlon and soccer have gotten you out of your post-college slump over the past eight years. And now you're the departmental Adonis. One of the youngest department heads in the entire group. And an absolute winning smile!

The building empties out at 3:00 pm. But you don't just give your all in sports. When you shut down the computer at 6:00 p.m., all the e-mails have been processed. Yes, you are considered an absolute nerd. And you are. Ever since you graduated with your bachelor's degree 12 years ago, you've been working hard. In sports as well as in your job. Your promotion is only a matter of time. But that doesn't matter. You hang up your suit in your closet, stuff your shirt, shoes and knee socks into your backpack, put on your racing bike outfit and start cycling. You'd like to do another 100 kilometers tonight. Two and a half hours would be a good time… Sometime between 20:00 o'clock and 21:00 o'clock it makes click. You almost lost control of the bike. You are now just under 24 years old. And after graduating from high school, you decided to become a carpenter. The alternative would have been to study law. Like your father, like your grandmother, like your brother. But even though you weren't particularly talented at handicrafts, you wanted to do something completely different. Something physical. And fuck, that was the right decision. Today, at 33, you have your own business, plenty of time for sports, and certainly a much more relaxed life than your brother….

Now the changes come one after the other. The beginning of the transformation quickly reaches your 17th and 16th birthday. And the younger you are at the time of onset, the more serious the effects.

At 11:00 p.m. you lie in bed showered. It was a hard day. But you love your job. In the past, you would have dreamed of a different life. When you started playing soccer at the age of 14, you were already too old for the big career. Well, you were active in the second Bundesliga for a while. But now, as a physiotherapist and fitness trainer at a first league club, you're not dissatisfied. It pays pretty good money. And a bit of the boys' glamour falls on you, too. At least you get around a lot… You fall asleep at the thought.

Alarm clock rings like every day at 06:00 o'clock. You don't give a shit that it's Saturday. Could also be Sunday or Christmas. Drink a liter of water to detox, then run ten kilometers. At 07:30 your physiotherapist comes to the hotel room, 08:30 breakfast with the team. Kickoff for the soccer game is today at 8:30 p.m. Until then, light training, a yoga session and coaching with your social media consultant are scheduled.

Let the haters make fun of the soccer millionaires. You've been fighting for your career since your foot first touched a ball. And you work a hell of a lot harder for success than any armchair farter who studied business, law or mechanical engineering. And that's why you will win today!

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome, everyone, to Unions In College: Targaryen edition! That's right, all my fears about the distant cousin dating situation are about to come true and as a sign of things to come, I originally started this update last weekend and then got food poisoning in the middle of it. We've finally reached the point where the Unions are making me actually vomit and not metaphorically! Because of the new pic limit, this is part 1 of the update and I'll post part 2 right after.

We have arrived at La Fiesta and everyone looks simply amazing, especially Barth in his cowboy look. As Felina and Meadow (Fedow??) immediately reconnect, we are greeted by some #MajorDormieDrama:

Apparently a love triangle between Purple Hair Glasses, Awesomely Dressed Raver Dude and Former Blue Dog Shirt has formed right under my nose! It's so moving to see how between Gunther, Cyn and Sophito, we have used and discarded all 3 of these people multiple times over each generation❤️

-Screw you, Former Blue Dog Shirt, I gave you my precious dormie heart and this is how you repay me?? -I'm sorry, Purple Hair Glasses, it's just that we know each other so well that things got stale!

Seriously when did you dormie losers even find the time to develop relationships?? Last few gens we've been staying at the dorms for about 20 seconds each run like wtf.

ANYWAY, let me go give the kids makeovers and definitely not deal with something that will make me think my hood is corrupted and cause me to have a mild heart attack!

CLAIRE WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE

-There's some empty rooms so I'm moving in!

WHAT. YOU'RE LIKE 60YO

-Once a dormie always a dormie! Lakshmi is coming too!

WHAT

-Hi Mom! -Hi sweetie, I'm here to relive my youth!

I don't have any pics after this as I was FREAKING TF OUT. After Claire, Laksmhi aka Blue Meatballs aka ANOTHER 60 YO FORMER DORMIE WHOSE KID IS ATTENDING COLLEGE ALSO MOVED IN. I'm pretty sure if the dorm wasn't at capacity Stacy was also gonna move in, WTF.

Mercifully I resolved this shit by going to the main hood and having everyone's elder birthdays, they were only a few days away anyway, and once they turned into elders they fucked off and new dormies moved in. I think it was some unintended consequence of the no dormie regen mod??? No idea but it was SCARY.

Moving on, I was worried whether Fedow's teen romance was gonna translate to college but I legit didn't even have time to give them makeovers, it's straight to Daniel's old room where all the CC is missing!

-Can you please read the undecorated room and fuck off?

Yes yes, let me catch up with the rest of our beloved dormies..

Oh look, a newly-generated dormie is here, ok, we are safe from the crazed geriatrics!

-Hiiii I'm your new age-appropriate dormie friend :)

-As am I!

I'm so happy to see you guys I'm not even gonna comment on the fact you're both Don clones, will this face template ever stop haunting me?? Well whatever, looks like no dormie marriages for us for a while..

-WHAT?!?!

Omg Miss Havisham I didn't see you there in your bridal veil and underwear, of course we'll marry you!

-Really? You mean it??

Let's move on!

Aww, Fedow is back in love! Note that this happened so fast I still have not been able to give them them their makeovers. Alright Meadow, falling back in love so quickly seals it, you're marrying in!

-YAY🌞

Now it's time to gaze upon your LTW panel and see what awaits me and I'm certain it won't shake me to my very core!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

MEADOW WHAT THE FUCK

Frankly I don't even feel bad for myself, this is what I deserve for violating the 'no family aspiration spouses' rule I instituted after Wyatt. So to recap, Felina wants 3 top-carreer kids and Meadow wants 6 married off ones!! Fml!!!

-You know, Spice, the more I look at your nose the more I think you should invest in a good, wide-brim hat like your father. -The more I look at Meadow's LTW I think you should invest in some birth control.

VERY TRUE. Ok Felina, please fuck off so I can introduce the cousins.

-You're not gonna introduce ME?!

Ya I think people know both you and Bartholomew all too well if anything!

We begin with Spice, Sugar and Claire's shockingly good-looking-until-you-look-at-him-from-the-side-and-see-the-Don-nose son. I gotta give it to Claire's gene's, they put up a heroic fight.

Neat: 10 Outgoing: 6 Active: 10 Playful: 3 Nice: 5 Aspiration: Knowledge  Secondary Aspiration: Fortune One True Hobby: Science LTW: Become Game Designer Major: Art

Introducing this generation's punching bag aka Reginald and Half-Alien-Prof's son, Britannicus. Here he is being hit in the face by a baseball thrown by Barth.

Neat: 9 Outgoing: 9 Active: 7 Playful: 5 Nice: 3 Aspiration: Fortune Secondary Aspiration: Popularity One True Hobby: Fitness LTW: Become Hall of Famer Major: Poli-sci

Julian and Stacy's daughter, Sunsent, whomst we've already met and I LOVE, I'm obsessed with her face.

Neat: 8 Outgoing: 8 Active: 1 Playful: 5 Nice: 7 Aspiration: Popularity  Secondary Aspiration: Pleasure One True Hobby: Cuisine LTW: Become Icon Major: Drama

Meadow, whose teen outfit I actually sat down and converted to adult because none of the existing conversions of this iconic outfit were accurate enough for me!

Neat: 4 Outgoing: 4 Active: 4 Playful: 7 Nice: 6 Aspiration: Family Secondary Aspiration: Pleasure One True Hobby: Nature LTW: Not gonna type it Major: Art

Last but certainly not least, June and Blue Meatball's daughter, Cyan, who is a super nice FREAK just like her mommy. She also has one of the iconic @lamare-sims custom LTWs, make 10k playing poker, I had a lot of fun giving her a stereotypical poker pro makeover huhu

Neat: 9 Outgoing: 3 Active: 8 Playful: 4 Nice: 10 Aspiration: Pleasure Secondary Aspiration: Fortune One True Hobby: Tinkering (she's a Tinker-Union, awww) LTW: Make 10k Playing Poker Major: Math

Cousins aren't the only thing we brought to college with us, as someone also brought over this FUCKING COLD that's been ravaging the neighborhood this entire generation.

I've been tracing this thing and I'm pretty sure it originated in Claire's household where fucking Wilfred came home from work sick and he passed it to Spice, then Spice came over to visit his bum dad Sugar, passed it to the main house, then Sunset came over from school with Barth, got it from the main house and passed it to the June/Julian/Blue Meatballs/Stacy household who then passed it to Daniel's household. So basically the only unaffected house is Gunther and Melody! That's why never seeing your kids is the right call.

We spend our first night skilling as everyone this generation is a complete moron with no skill points. I had both Barth and Felina choose the psychology major as I feel they will need those skills (for vastly different reasons) given their LTW's and Barth wastes no time putting his new charisma skill point to good use!

-YOU SICKEN ME, DON-FACED FUGGO. NOW GO ON A DATE WITH ME

Bro I can't. This is the first LTW so far where I actually feel like I CAN'T DO IT. How tf am I gonna convince 20 sims to sleep with this freakshow?!?!

-Did someone say chin filler??

NO I DID NOT, GUNNAR, GET OUT OF HERE, I'M NOT THAT DESPERATE

-Wooo mama, he can Roque my Gunnar if you know what I mean!!

ABSOLUTELY NOT. We've made some questionable choices in this legacy but Gunnar Roque is where I draw the line, that chin is not entering our gene pool.

-I'm not saying I'll marry him!

OH PLEASE BARTH BE FOR FUCKING REAL. It's been 5 generations of this bullshit, we all know if I let you date him you'll be rejecting every sim and forcing me to marry you to the ugliest and creepiest option. NOT HAPPENING

-Don't worry, Gunnar, I will fight for us!!! -That's fire bro, let me know, I'm around. Peace. -Oh God, we're a match made in heaven! How can you stand in the way of true love??

What? Sorry I spaced out, I seriously can't believe this comparison between your chins. God.

-JUST BECAUSE I'M FIGHTING FOR GUNNAR DOESN'T MEAN I WON'T ALSO FIGHT YOU, BITCH! SNEAK ATTACK! -SAVE ME, MEADOW!

-Lalala, painting pretty pictures for one of my six nurseries🎵☀️

Meadow, I'm getting a distinct feeling that you might turn out to be my worst nightmare??

Anyway, time to invite over placeholder Jimmy Phoenix so we can start the arduous process of getting into our Greek House, Britannicus is up first-

-AND WE DISCOVER HE MIGHT HAVE SOME GUNTHER BLOOD IN HIM AFTER ALL LOL. THIS WAS LITERALLY HIS FIRST INTERACTION WITH HIM, GO BRIT

Boy, that escalated quickly and I think we have Sophito to thank for it. He dumped Jimmy and then forced him to stick around and watch him bang the entire campus, making him desperate enough to go for Britannicus! Family truly means helping each other out❤️

Jimmy lingered here after Britannicus got in in record time, so I seized the opportunity to have everyone befriend him so we can leave this dump asap and move to our own dump.

-So, Jimmy, I'm a pleasure aspiration and if I were to get into the house I'd be constantly throwing parties and inviting all my family! ALL my family, like my uncle Sophito! -Nice try, Cyan, but you're way too late! 10 minutes too late, to be exact, since that's how long I've been an incredibly serious relationship with Britannicus!!

-BRITANNICUUUUUUUUUUUS... THE STARS SHINE UPON YOUR NAME -Oh my.

JIMMY. REIN IT IN, FAM

-I will not!

-So ya, that time with Sophito doesn't count so I can't wait to have my very first woohoo with my lover, Britannicus! -That's great, can I please join the Greek House now? -Oh is that why I'm here? Sure you can!

Alright flops, pack it up, time to fuck off to the Greek House.

-LOVE HAS MADE YOU SOFT, FAILINA -THAT'S A PROBLEM YOU'LL NEVER HAVE, VIRGIN

See you in part 2!

[true-blue-sonic]

For the Ask Game:

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

⏰️ Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Hmm, it's not really a change, but I wish we would get more clarity on Silver and his time-travelling abilities. There's a lot of information from which we can infer that he travels to the past out of his own free will (e.g. Silver always says he came from the future instead of getting sent from the future), but in the same vein, the characters who live there don't seem to know anything about how it works either (e.g. Tails being startled by Dodon Pa being able to send letters through time and space towards Silver and Blaze). I would like it if we got a complete confirmation that Silver has full control over his time-travelling, and furthermore what means he uses, such as the Chaos Emeralds.

⏰️ Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

When I'm writing a multi-chapter fic, I try to stick to a schedule: New Beginnings got uploaded on Fridays, and Genesis on Sundays because I found having the weekend to work on it more really helped with finalising the chapters. Hmm, if I ever start publishing Could Reminisce Forever, maybe I'll do it on Saturdays this time? XD

One-shots I just post whenever they are finished, though!

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

I'm having quite the case of it right now, rip... I think "just get started" is always good; what you have can be edited. In the words of an acquaintance of mine: you cannot edit an empty page. "Do it scared" is also a good one: even if you fear that it'll suck, you don't need to upload everything you write immediately! I've found that just writing something and coming back after a few days gives me ample opportunity to edit a text I feel unsure about into something far more pleasant to read. I've also read a tip that you should make a playlist with songs relevant to your story and go walking for 30 minutes if you are stuck; I'm gonna try that one myself too. And I think it is most important to make it fun! I enjoy really getting in the heads of my characters and trying to imagine what they're feeling and doing, which I then try to put on paper. So find what makes writing fun for you, and hold onto that ^-^

But also, write what you find fun! I love fluff and romance stories, so that's what I write most, with Espio and Silver. I think that's why New Beginnings was so enjoyable for me to work on: there was an overarching plot and some stakes, but most of it was very lowkey cuteness of the bois getting to know each other better and falling in love. Maybe I myself should look into that for Could Reminisce Forever too🤔