#just a messy little study :D I had fun with it!

[notnickel]

Sometimes at night, I leave the lights on in my little house, and walk across the flat fields. When I look back from a distance, the house is like a boat on the sea. It’s really the only time I feel safe.

[madamechrissy]

Teacher's Pet

Pairings- Boyfriend Takuma Ino x F! reader x Professor Nanami

Warnings absolutely MDNI - oral (f receiving from Ino and Nanami) fingering, messy kissing, Nanami is 35, reader and Ino are like 21, so age gap. Threesome aspects and general freakiness, light choking, dom daddy type Nanami, masturbation (Nanami) and panty stealing

A/N- had a request for college AU Ino/reader/Nanami where Nanami is your 'professor' and teaches you some ahem... things? I haven't written Ino before so I hope I don't fuck him up here - it's PWP lol

Takuma Ino had never thought he would get this, get to feel your slick heat against his fingers, your sweet little cries in his ears as you arch your hips against his hand, trembling as it touches you over your panties. It had been just a harmless kiss, really, after class - only for you both to fall into each other, mouths hungrier and hungrier, even as they're clumsy.

Ino was still a virgin senior year of college, but he swears it's because he was waiting for you, he can't even see anyone but you, long before you decided to date him. Now his cock is throbbing, he's willing it to go down as he tries to find what you like. What is it, here, where he presses and your hips jerk? Or here, slipping under the elastic of your panties now, and finding you soaked.

"Oh, baby you're so wet, d-do you like this?" He asks softly, chocolate brown eyes almost black as he studies your face in earnest, you nod shakily, eyes fluttering shut as he watches you.

"I love it, f-feels so good," you want to guide him a bit, but he's having so much fun exploring you, devoted as he presses kisses across your cheeks, hands fumbling until one dips into your soppy interest. "Ah!"

"There, that's good?" He pulls back again, asking softly, you nod in response and he sinks it just a little deeper, exhaling as he pulls his finger out then.

"Back in, back in!" You're whining out, you're spread wide on Professor Nanami's desk, the thrill rushing through you, making you drip along his polished cherry wood in the empty class.

"Wanna taste it, though," you're a flustered mess when Ino sucks you right off his finger, moaning, cheeks hollowing as if you're the sweetest thing. "Oh my god, you're so yummy..."

"I am?" He kneels now, and you're panicking just a bit, tugging at his sleek brown strands.

"Wanna kiss you here, is it okay?"

"Y-yes if you- oh!" He's flicking his tongue up your slit, pushing your plump lips apart to eye you, breath hitting as you hold up your pleated skirt for him. "Ino!"

"It's so pretty," he doesn't know where to lick or what to do, pressing a kiss against your hood and stealing more of that flavor on his lips, feeling you tugging at his hair and exhaling, hands pressing firmly into your thighs, when the lock clicks, but he doesn't hear it over your soft whines, and neither do you.

Which leads Professor Nanami, exhausted and ready to take a nap in his damn office, to see his prettiest straight A student spread wide on his desk, and his other straight A student kissing her between her thighs. Nanami shuts the door quickly, locking it and striding up, when your fucked out eyes widen and see him, and you panic, shoving off the desk and gesturing wildly.

Ino, who worships the ground Nanami walks on, is clearly pussy drunk - and Nanami can understand, he got a glimpse of it, and just that has his cock throbbing.

He's jerked off to you more times than he'd ever admit, he shouldn't, you're his student and his law student at that, he can't think that way about you, especially being one of his brightest, and with a good kid like Ino. But fuck if he hasn't pictured being between your thighs instead, teaching you what it's like to really get fucked, now he wasn't too much older at thirty five, but he still felt shitty thinking it all.

"Professor Nanami, I'm so sorry! Oh my god, please, I..." You're panicked while Ino is furiously red, covering his face while Nanami crosses his broad arms.

"It's my fault, Mr. Nanami, not her, don't get her in trouble, I couldn't stop myself," he rubs the back of his neck and Nanami eyes his now discheveled desk, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Looked like you weren't doing it correctly," he says, making the both of you pause now, and you're blushing furiously as Nanami eyes you, hazel gaze drifting down your body like a caress. Every girl fawned over his handsome features, you weren't immune to them, but to have him look at you like that, made your situation worse.

"I have no clue what I'm doing, no." You look at Ino with wide eyes. "Can you... show me?"

"Show you!? Ino have you lost it!?" You're tugging at his black sweater, and he brushes a thumb across your cheek.

"I wanna know how to please you, baby." You melt at how sweet he is, fully expecting Professor Nanami to deny the request, but his huge, veiny hand loosens his silky tie as he comes closer now, leaning over you, the scent of his cologne filling your senses.

"Up on the desk then, love," his soft command is met with him lifting you like you're nothing, sitting your right on the desk now, his desk, tilting your chin up to look at him. "So tell me, when you play with your pretty pussy, do you stick your little fingers in, or rub your clit?"

Your mouth goes dry at the statement, Ino is looking at you with those pretty eyes, ever curious, your cheeks heat up, decorating your skin with color. "My clit, Professor."

"So we'll focus there first." Nanami methodically slips your panties down your thighs, biting back a moan when your scent hits him, panties that may or may not have ended up in his pocket. Nanami may or may not need these later. "Come on then," he gestures and Ino eagerly gets on his knees - your boyfriend and your stupidly hot professor, this was not how you thought your first time getting eaten out would be. "Look here."

"Pretty, so pretty," Ino's words make Nanami chuckle, spreading you wide so he can show Ino where your clit is, lifting your hood, and that's when Nanami and Ino see your twitchy little clit, you whine out, biting your lip.

"She is pretty." You can't even look at them then, covering your face. "You'd focus there since that's how she plays with herself." He looks up then, fingers pressing against your calf to get your attention. "Should I demonstrate?"

"Yes, please." Your whisper ends his resolve, shoving him off the deep end, flicking the tip of his tongue on your little clit now, you gasp as it hits, and he moans as your sweetness pours against his slender lips, coating them in your gloss. "Oh!"

"You can finger her too, but she's tiny," he slips a digit in, feeling you grip him tightly, groaning as he thinks how good it'd be to slip inside your hot, slick little cunt. "So be gentle."

"I wouldn't hurt her," you're torn between embarrassment and utter lust, when Nanami curls his thick finger up, pressing on your spot while his tongue works in methodical little flicks, and your hands yank his perfect hair before you can stop yourself. "Oh, look, she loves it,"

"Mnh!" You're gushing down your law professor's face now, he has to palm the bulge over his slacks with his free hand, looking up at your pretty face, all contorted in pleasure.

"Are you close, baby?" Ino leans up now, caressing your face sweetly, you nod, gripping his sweater with your free hand while Nanami drags your cunt against his face. "Then cum, let me see you, then I'll make you cum again."

"Y-you sure?" You ask, he just nods, gripping your breasts, while Nanami's finger curls just so in your gummy walls, and you shatter, screaming out into Ino's lips while Nanami slurps you up, positively filthy - you have never cum like that, even with toys. He's lapping at you, eliciting more and more drooling arousal as you struggle to blink anything into vision. "Oh my god... mnh... Professor Nanami..."

He presses a kiss on your cunt now, and Ino eagerly sinks to his knees, kissing an overstimulated clit when Nanami is just an inch from your face, you flush as you see you've made a mess of him too, thumb brushing his slick on his chin, he grips your wrist then, while Ino slips his tongue up to your clit, and you bite back a moan.

"She likes it, good job," Nanami murmurs, Ino buries his face then, sucking your clit into his mouth without thinking, your thighs are trembling, cunt throbbing while Nanami places a hand under your chin, wrapping your throat. "A little light choking can make it even better, but you have to be careful. Want me to show you?"

You nod weakly, and Nanami squeezes your throat now, giving into the temptation and kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and squeezing your delicate neck, delighting in your whines and cries, muffled as he squeezes. He almost cums just kissing you, seeing your innocent face lost in the pleasure, hearing your squelching wet cunt in his classroom. He's grabbing you, tongue sliding into your sweet mouth, while your cunt spasms around Ino's long, slender finger, delicately curling up.

"You're doing so well, darling," he whispers to you, encouraging you while you cling to his silky cheetah tie, oxygen fading while he squeezes, thumb pressing against your racing pulse while your eyes roll back in your skull, Ino is whining out desperately, his cock already leaking precum as he feels your aftershocks grip his finger, your arousal coating his face.

"Mnh!" You almost faint, ears ringing now, floating damn near blinded when Nanami releases his hand, and gently kisses against it, all while you're gripping his broad shoulders, almost falling the fuck over.

"Oh fuck..." Ino murmurs, leaning up and looking at you, you kiss him eagerly, hips twitching when Nanami runs his fingers over you, already so sensitive you almost cum from the contact, before giving you a firm smack, making you gasp out.

"That's for being bad." He says with a little smirk, you exhale, cunt stinging, before he glares at the two of you, fixing his collar and tie that you've led askew, crossing his arms again. "I better not find the two of you doing this again... without my permission."

"No, we won't, we are sorry Professor." Nanami just hums a bit, sitting with his legs spread wide in his seat, while Ino helps you down, fixing your skirt and eyeing you. "Are you okay? Was it good?"

"Good isn't even the word..." You bury your face a bit, embarassed as he pulls you against him, feeling Nanami's hungry eyes on you.

"I wanna do that all the time now." Ino murmurs, you giggle, taking his hands, before looking at the man who licks your cunt off his lips, raising a thin brow.

Never in a million years did you think Professor Nanami would have devoured you like that, the feeling makes your tummy tense, as you snuggle your boyfriend, who you feel his arousal, making you ever so curious, you touch it just a bit, watching his reaction.

"Baby you don't have to do anything." He's so sweet, you sigh, looking over at Nanami again.

"Maybe you can show me a lesson next?" You say softly, and his cock twitches in response, picturing giving you lessons on your knees, as you look up with those eyes that are fucking Nanami up currently.

"Yes, well, I'll see if I fit it in my schedule," he sets his glasses firmly on the bridge of his nose. "Out you two, now."

"Thank you, Professor." You two run off, and Nanami catches your gaze on him before you two shut the door, when he breaks down, thick cock slapping his dress shirt and drooling pre out of his reddened tip. He hisses as he touches it, panties slipped out of his pocket and right on his face.

"Ino that was insane!?" You're whispering, breathless, he smiles just a bit then, pressing you against the wall, where on the other side your professor is cumming to your taste he's lapping off your missing panties.

"You loved it though. But... I wanna do it alone," his whisper rushes across your skin as he whispers in your ear. "What do you think?"

"Yes," the two of you rush off to your dorm, leaving Nanami to contemplate just what lesson he has for you next while he's busting hot ropes into his hand of his classroom, cursing the clock when he realizes he's not getting a nap and it's your fault... surely a punishment is in order.

LMAO this was so dumb and smutty

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[aftertheleaving]

Not A Threat III

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Language, Batfamily chaos, Bruce Wayne being Bruce, sharp sarcasm, weapon nerding

Notes: ok so. here’s part three because apparently y’all want me dead. enjoy your batboys, your chaos, and your overachieving intern. if you cannot tell I suck at labelling so if it is, in fact, mislabelled, I am sorry.

1, 2, 3

SCENE 1: The Test Run

You didn’t expect your first day in R&D to involve Lucius Fox handing you a tray of prototype batarangs and saying, “Make one.”

You stare at the spread. There are like—twelve different types. Folding, impact-reactive, EMP-loaded, carbon-tipped. Half of them are labeled in acronyms no sane person should understand.

You point at one.

“What’s this?”

“Thermal-returning,” Lucius says. “It’s supposed to recalibrate to the user’s handprint when thrown. Doesn’t work right.”

You squint at the blueprints. Study. Cross-check. Frown.

Fifteen minutes later, you hand him a functioning replica.

Lucius blinks. “Already?”

You nod. “Blueprints were messy. Overspec’d. Like, no one simplified the magnetic circuit path. Looked fancy but didn’t need to be.”

He flips it over in his hand. “...You looked at that diagram for thirty minutes.”

“I needed to figure out how not to build it,” you shrug. “Once I knew what not to do, it was easy.”

Lucius just whistles.

“Alright. Remind me never to challenge you to a wiring contest.”

“Please do,” you grin. “I like crushing rich men’s egos.”

From the shadows, you swear you hear someone choke on their coffee.

SCENE 2: The Batboy Gauntlet

They descend one by one.

First Dick, smiling like you’ve already been adopted. Then Tim, who stares at your half-built mini drone with scientific awe. Then Jason, who’s eating something and already calling you “Sparky.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, surrounded. “Why are you all here?”

“Bruce said the new hire was scary smart,” Tim says.

“So we came to judge for ourselves,” Jason adds.

“I brought cookies,” Dick offers. “Bonding food.”

You stare at the plate in his hand.

“...Are those shaped like little bats?”

“I bake when I’m nervous.”

Damian walks in. Sees you surrounded. Immediately bristles.

“Do you not have work?”

“She’s fun,” Jason says. “Can we keep her?”

You blink. “Okay. All of you need therapy.”

“You say that like we haven’t had twelve therapists quit,” Tim mutters.

Dick just hands you a cookie.

You take it.

It’s really good.

SCENE 3: Bruce Wayne Suspicious Dad Mode

You find yourself in a cave. At 2 a.m. Sitting across from Bruce Wayne. Alone.

No coffee. No warning. Just cold Batdad energy and a file with your resume in it.

He doesn’t speak for like… two minutes.

You break first.

“Is this where you ask if I’m evil?”

“No.”

“…Do I look evil?”

“You look efficient.”

You squint. “That’s not a compliment, is it.”

He slides a paper across the table.

“Explain this.”

It’s your sketch of a gauntlet upgrade. You’ve annotated it with profanity and sarcasm.

“Oh,” you say. “That’s just a joke. The original design sucked. It had twelve circuits doing the job of three. I was mad.”

“You redesigned it.”

“Yeah. So it doesn’t explode.”

Bruce studies you.

“What do you know about classified R&D infrastructure?”

“Not enough to break anything. But probably enough to improve it.”

He raises a brow.

“Where’d you learn security protocol?”

“…Reddit.”

He blinks.

“That’s either a lie or concerning.”

“I’m not sure which answer you want, so I’m just gonna say: uhhuh, sure.”

Bruce sits back. Thinks.

Then:

“You’ll do.”

SCENE 4: Rooftops & Blueprints

You’re cross-legged on the floor of the cave’s workshop, pencil in your mouth, blueprints spread around you like chaos incarnate.

Damian’s leaning against the wall. Watching.

“You’re quiet,” you say without looking up.

“You work like a storm,” he says.

You glance up.

“That’s either romantic or an insult.”

“Observation.”

You snort, shifting the page.

“I’m trying to upgrade the Batplane’s stealth field. Your dad’s design works but it’s bulky. If I thread the power matrix through the frame, I can cut the weight and stabilize the cloaking field at lower altitudes.”

Damian steps closer.

“That’s not in any blueprint.”

“I know,” you say, grinning. “That’s why I’m making it.”

He watches you for a long moment. Then sits beside you, cape folding neatly around him.

You don’t say anything. Neither does he.

You just work. Together.

And for once, the cave is quiet.

also—sorry I haven’t been posting these last two days!! I had to go to the optician and was told very seriously not to write or go online for more than 30 minutes a day, because apparently if I keep staring at stuff close-up 24/7, I will literally go blind. so!!

this part was written over the last couple days, only in little 30-minute bursts. I even put a lockdown on my devices and made my younger brother set the password so I couldn’t cheat. dedication or crazy? both. also if you couldn’t tell, I had zero ideas, like zilch, for what to do plot-wise, so instead I just went with a bunch of little snippet scenes instead of one big cohesive thing. most of these were born in the shower and I had to keep repeating them out loud until my next 30-minute writing window opened up.

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[empressdede]

The Secretary - 9

Chapter Nine

Previous

Serena had never in her life wanted to strangle three people at once, but Naomi, Jey, and Jimmy were testing her patience.

She was already trying to navigate the fact that she had stopped running from Roman, that she had let herself feel this thing between them—now she had to deal with his messy family rubbing it in her face?

It was too much.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are we done here?”

Jey smirked. “I mean… we could leave, but this is too much fun.”

Serena exhaled sharply, looking up at Roman. “Can you control your family, sir?”

Roman was grinning, clearly enjoying the hell out of this. “Nah. They do what they want.”

Serena glared. “That’s helpful.”

Naomi smiled sweetly. “You know, I could get them to leave, but…” She trailed off, tapping her chin. “I feel like we deserve one more moment to celebrate the fact that you’re finally letting yourself be happy.”

Serena groaned dramatically, flopping against Roman’s chest while the Usos cheered.

Roman laughed, shaking his head. “Y’all done now?”

Jey held up his hands. “Aight, aight. We’ll let y’all breathe.” He pointed at Serena. “But for real? You good?”

Serena sighed, lifting her head.

And to her surprise… she was good.

For the first time, she wasn’t fighting this. She wasn’t pushing Roman away. She wasn’t convincing herself she was making a mistake.

She was letting herself have this.

She nodded. “Yeah. I think I am.”

Jey’s grin softened just a little. “Good. ‘Cause my Uce don’t play when it comes to you.”

Serena glanced at Roman, who was already looking at her like she was the only person in the room.

Her stomach flipped.

She cleared her throat, looking away. “Y’all can leave now.”

Naomi chuckled, grabbing Jey by the arm. “Come on, boys. Let’s let them be in love in peace.”

Serena gaped. “NAOMI!”

Naomi just winked. “Love you, boo!”

And then, finally, blessedly, they were gone.

Serena exhaled, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I hate all of you.”

Roman chuckled, sliding his arms around her waist. “You don’t.”

Serena sighed, finally looking up at him. “This is insane.”

Roman smirked. “Maybe. But it’s real.”

Serena studied him for a long moment.

This was real.

And for the first time…

She wasn’t scared of that.

She let out a slow breath, her hands resting against his chest. “So, what now?”

Roman tilted his head. “We figure it out. Together.”

Serena exhaled. “Together.”

Roman smiled, pressing a slow kiss to her forehead.

And just like that, she knew—she had never been more sure of anything in her life.

Two weeks later, Serena was finally settling into a rhythm—both in her actual job and whatever this thing with Roman had become.

She and Naomi were in the women’s locker room, chatting while Naomi laced up her boots for her match later that night.

“So,” Naomi smirked, leaning in, “y’all ‘taking it slow’ still?”

Serena rolled her eyes. “Don’t start.”

Naomi laughed. “Girl, I been started. I told you—you’re stuck with me and my nosiness forever.”

Serena sighed dramatically. “I regret becoming friends with you.”

Naomi grinned. “No, you don’t.”

Serena chuckled, shaking her head. “Fine. But to answer your question—yes, we’re still taking it slow.”

Naomi gave her a look. “And how’s that going?”

Serena hesitated.

Because technically, yes, they were taking it slow. They weren’t flaunting anything, weren’t making anything official in front of the entire company.

But behind closed doors?

Roman was Roman.

Attentive. Protective. Intense in ways she definitely wasn’t ready to unpack yet.

Serena exhaled. “It’s… going.”

Naomi smirked knowingly. “Mmm-hmm.”

Before Serena could respond, the door to the locker room swung open, and in walked Charlotte Flair, a smirk already painted across her face.

“Well, well, well,” Charlotte drawled, arms crossed as she leaned against the lockers. “If it isn’t WWE’s new golden girl.”

Serena blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

Charlotte’s smirk deepened. “Oh, come on. You didn’t really think people wouldn’t notice, did you?”

Naomi immediately tensed beside Serena, her eyes narrowing. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

Charlotte ignored Naomi, keeping her gaze locked on Serena. “I mean, it’s interesting how much pull you have around here, considering you’ve only been here a couple months.”

Serena folded her arms. “I got here the same way everyone else did—hard work.”

Charlotte chuckled. “Oh, I don’t doubt that.” She tilted her head. “But I do find it funny how much special treatment you seem to get.”

Serena’s jaw clenched. “I don’t get special treatment.”

Charlotte shrugged. “If you say so. But, you know, people talk.” She smiled innocently. “And they have noticed how close you and Roman have gotten.”

Naomi shot up from her seat. “Girl, you better choose your next words real carefully.”

Charlotte held up her hands in mock surrender. “Relax. I’m just saying—when you’re that close to the top guy, it’s only natural for people to wonder if that’s why you’re still here.”

Serena inhaled sharply, her fingers itching to throw something.

She had worked for this job. She had earned her spot.

But now, because of Roman, people were questioning whether she had actually earned anything at all?

She opened her mouth to snap back, but Naomi beat her to it.

“You know what’s funny?” Naomi said, tilting her head. “You’re always worried about someone else’s business instead of minding your own. Maybe if you focused more on yourself, you wouldn’t have time to be jealous.”

Charlotte’s smirk faltered for just a second.

Serena stepped forward. “Listen, Flair,” she said, her voice steady. “I don’t need to explain myself to you or anyone else. I’m here because I worked my ass off to be here. Roman had nothing to do with that.”

Charlotte’s smirk returned, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“If you say so,” she said smoothly, before turning to walk out.

Naomi scoffed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

When the door shut behind Charlotte, Serena exhaled, rubbing her temples. “I hate people.”

Naomi sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You good?”

Serena hesitated.

Because, honestly? She wasn’t.

She had worked too hard to have her credibility questioned because of who she was dating—even if they hadn’t even gone public yet.

And if Charlotte was saying it out loud… that meant others were already thinking it.

Serena exhaled sharply. “I need to talk to Roman.”

Just a lil something to post this cute Sunday🫢

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[salchat]

This is my tiny, innocent Dean. I've drawn him for the story I'm working on at the moment, which I'm having tremendous fun with! It's a version of Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca and is my first venture into the omegaverse, because I needed Dean to be the young omega who gets swept off his feet by the older, widowed Castiel Novak.

It could be a couple of weeks before I begin posting, because I have quite a few things to work out. I may add some Secret Garden to the mix, or a dash of Jane Eyre, just for fun. But one thing's for sure - the path to true love will not run smooth! This relationship is going to have a lot of issues to work through!

Anyway, if you'd like to read a scene, there's one below the cut...

The maitre d’s voice rang through the dining room.  “Alpha Castiel Novak!”

“Oh, good heavens!”  Mrs Butters’ shrill exclamation jolted Dean out of his daydreams.  “It's Castiel Novak! No, don't look!”

He had no intention of looking.  It’d just be another more-money-than-sense alpha knothead, puffing himself up to be admired and fawned over.  Dean didn’t give a shit.  Whereas Mrs B wet her panties every time some new high society stiff arrived at the hotel.  Still, spilling her shit-load of toxic gossip meant that Dean wasn’t getting lectured or slapped or whacked with the hard wooden edge of her fan, so he’d put on his best listening face and count it a win.

She leant toward him.  “Castiel Novak is one of The Novaks.  The Novaks, Dean.”

Who the fuck were the Novaks?

“Fabulously wealthy, one of the best traditional families.”

Assholes, then.

“Their estate is in Eversett.”  She frowned.  “Or Meldonshire.  Somewhere like that.”  She waved an airy hand, her eyes glued to the alpha’s position.  “Lebanon, the house is called.  One of the few Great Houses still being managed as it should.  Oh, he's coming this way! Oh good heavens! Oh my!”

Dean anchored his eyes to the salt and pepper set in order not to roll them.  Mrs B might not want to be seen slapping her omega companion in public, but she had a retentive memory for any little slip-up and would be sure to save up one of her best for later if she caught him.

“But sir, we can set another table next to the dance floor for you.  Really, it would be no trouble.”  The maitre d’ was going full-throttle with the smarm.

Dean didn’t catch the words of the response – just a rumble, like something heavy dragging over gravel.

“Or with a view of the terrace.  It would be the work of a moment, Mr Novak.  And a much more pleasant situation.”

The rumble was louder but no more distinct.

“Then please, allow me to bring a bottle of our best champagne.”

The gravel scraped again.  

“Whiskey.  Yes, of course, sir.  And the a la carte menu.”

The gravel stirred itself into a snarl.  Jeez, this guy was more knot-headed than most.

“A hamburger.  Of course, sir.  Followed by a slice of… pie.”  The weird newcomer might as well have requested a lump of dirt followed by a morsel of shit.  Dean couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk.  He couldn’t stop the rumble of his far from satisfied stomach either.

“Dean.”  The fan rapped his knuckles.  But she hadn’t noticed the smirk.  “Dean, stop daydreaming.  Sit up straight.”

Huh.  She was regretting taking the best chair now.  Dean, with the kitchen door flapping open and shut at his back and regular nudges to his chair from passing waiting staff, had a direct view to the next table-for-two.

Mrs B leant toward him.  “What’s he doing?”  Her pink lips moved in an exaggerated stage whisper.

“You want me to look at the alpha…uh, Mr Nover?  Novem?”

“Novak!  And yes, of course I want you to look!  Tell me what he’s doing!”

Dean looked up.  The alphas face was in shadow, downturned as if he were studying the thread-count of the tablecloth.  He had a lot of dark, messy hair.  One hand was visible, a fingertip pressing down on the blade of his fish knife so that the handle wobbled up and down.

“They say he can’t get over the death of his wife, you know.  Such a beauty, so spirited.  Amara was her name.  So sad.”  Restless fingers twitched at the stem of her wine glass.  “What’s he doing?”

“Nothing,” said Dean.  “Just sitting.”

“He must be doing something.”  Mrs B started twisting in her chair but caught herself in time, before she gave herself away as the insatiable rubber-necker that she was at heart.  “Tomorrow you can sit here and I’ll sit there!”

“Yes, ma’am.”  A passing waiter narrowly missed his head with a tray of soup.  She was welcome to Dean’s seat.

“Hasn’t he even smiled at the Contessa?  He must have noticed her, and I’m sure they know each other.  They were both at the Duke or Northerton’s ball two years ago last Christmas.”

The Contessa di Faraglione had been the object of Mrs B’s gossip for the past week since she’d arrived with her retinue of servants the week before.  She was old news now, though.  This Novak guy was the target now, and Dean would be used to help engineer an opportunity of speaking to him, which would be really embarrassing.  Like when Mrs B had made him take her card to the Contessa’s suite, claiming some kind of distant family connection.  The butler had told him to fuck off.  Probably.  Dean didn’t speak Italian.

A gust of warm, savoury air and a swell of noise at his back announced the opening of the kitchen door.  Dean hunched forward so he didn’t get a tray dumped on his head.  But the waiter was one of the more agile.  He swerved around Dean, hung a right and brought the tray down in a sweeping arc, perfectly timed to present its load to the occupant of the next table.

The occupant of the next table looked up at his meal and smiled.

And okay, yeah, it was a nice-looking hamburger.  Normally it would have had Dean transfixed, salivating with envy.  But it wasn’t the juicy patties and shiny, domed bun that brought Dean’s mind, his heart, his every-fucking-thing to a juddering halt.

Dean hadn’t seen the ocean until he was fifteen.  Before that it had been one dusty town after another, Dad dragging him and Sammy around like unwanted baggage.  But when a job had finally taken them to the coast, it’d been like all the heat and grime was washed away by that fresh, salty air.  And the colours in that huge ocean had taken his breath away.

It was the same now.  The drab, grey despair that made up Dean’s life was suddenly gone, and his world was full of ocean blue depths in the eyes of this strange alpha – strange but gorgeous, from his eyes to the soft bow of his lips to the commanding strength of his nose.  

Dean was heartily glad of his over-powdered cheeks.  Fuck, what was he thinking, blushing over some rich alpha who wouldn’t look at Dean once, let alone twice?  He really needed to get a hold of himself.

But the way that guy was looking at the burger was like he hadn’t eaten in years.  Imagine if he looked at Dean that way.  Although, maybe he’d been sick or something.  The shadows beneath his cheek bones looked sharper than they should and beneath his eyes too, little round ridges of dark cast by the bright chandeliers above them.  This alpha needed burgers and plenty of them.  Dean’s skin itched with the need to cook and cosset and caress, and Jesus fucking Christ, he was really losing it here, wasn’t he?  Really giving into his inner lapdog who just needed an alpha to boss him around to be happy.

The waiter flickered across Dean’s vision again and Mr Novak was left alone to enjoy his hamburger.  He picked up his knife and fork and raised them.  Which was a thing you did, Dean supposed, in a high-class dining room.  You ate a burger with a knife and fork.  But then his forehead crinkled into the suggestion of a frown.  He shook his head.  His rounded lips flattened into a tiny smile.  He put down his silverware.  And he picked up the burger in both hands.

“Close your mouth, Dean.”  Mrs B’s spoon scraped her bowl, chink, chink, chink, even though there was hardly any of the creamy sauce left.

Dean closed his mouth.  Then his eyes returned to the table over her shoulder.  Mr Novak hadn’t taken a bite.  He was still holding his hamburger in two hands, staring at it like he’d found the Holy Grail.

Then his eyes flicked up and fastened onto Dean’s.  Dean should look down.  He should drop his eyes like the shitty little omega-nothing that he was.  Instead he stared into the ocean.

And Mr Castiel Novak smiled at him.  Just a little smile.  Barely there before it was gone, and then he was chowing down on his meal, all his attention on his food, his eyes closing as he chewed his first mouthful, then opening again to get a load of the burger cross-section he’d created.  Did it have pickle, Dean wondered?  Mayo, cheese, the works?  Would he bite down through the whole lot, getting all the flavours in at once, in between those perfect pink lips?  And was Dean salivating over the man or the burger?

He was looking at Dean again.  Looking and smiling and nodding as if they were having an actual conversation about how great hamburgers were in general and this one in particular.

“Dean!”  

A sharp pain on his knuckles brought Dean’s attention snapping back to his employer.

“Dean!  Bridge!  The Spanish drawing room!”

“Yes, ma’am.  Sorry, ma’am.”  Bridge.  Of course it was time for bridge.  His world closed in with an almost audible snap.  Bridge was played at eight o’clock sharp every night and Dean and Mrs B were there, every single night; she to play and gossip and drink sherry, he to sit in a corner and try not to exist too loudly until he was needed.

He pushed his chair back, clumsily, and was sworn at by a passing waiter.

“Dean!”

Jeez.  He wasn’t the one who’d sworn, was he?

“Yes, ma’am.”  He rounded the table and pulled out his employer’s chair and collected up her purse and her wrap.  And he didn’t even glance over his shoulder to the most perfect alpha he’d ever seen, as he followed her to another evening of excruciating dullness in his excruciatingly dull life.

[turndecassette2]

Is it ok if i can ask you how do you go about studying/drawing Heads and faces? i know this is a very broad questions but lets say you were coming up with a character for a new comic, when you go about creating characters what do you pay attention to the most and spend your time thinking about and make soure you got it right?

i love the way you draw faces, it dosnt feel anime and i love the little lines under the eye tear duck :D

Hope this question make sense!

Cilgia

(sorry re-reading your question this answer might be too rambl-y & off the mark. but am leaving this up in case someone finds it helpful)

I have a terrible tendency to just design characters 'on the page' since when I have a perfect sketch I tend to lose that 'look' once I get to the actual comic. idk the 'drawing academy' in viborg had us do a lot of portraits of each-other (you can prob recruit friends/relatives for this if you have any) & when I have time I like to draw ppl at cafés and such, so I have a mental library of face shapes.

in general: like w everything else I think it's good to hoard reference eg models, sports guys etc that have fun faces. put them in a folder on your computer for when you need a nose, good set of eyebrows etc. I've had various folders like this that inevitably get lost when my computer dies ha ha

also just referencing for vibes:

tiger guy from 'world heist' was conceptualised as part corto maltese, part jason momoa as duncan idaho, or my mental image of what the latter would look like, + a vague memory of rob lucci the cat man from one piece (I can't believe I know the names of so many OP characters. or dune characters for that matter)

but then in the end, he's just some guy, & he mostly looks good in profile

drawing the same person several times is hard. I need to standardise his facial markings but no-one seems to care.

'task' meanwhile is kinda a flatmate I had in college but w hair that I wanted to feel a bit 'rey ayanami' but also whatever I imagine a 'hacker' looks like (the cute kind you get in movies, not irl). just messy (ignore my presence in the below photo)

anyways if there's some trick to what I do it's having a wide range of influences

[bloomzone]

hii!! im new to this entire girlblogging thing and it all seems so exciting and fun ><! it really motivates me

i dont really know how to go about it though :( like how do i girlblog?? what is girlblogging like exactly?? like i get the idea of it but what do u "exactly" do? sorry if this sounds silly 😭😭

and seriously i love love lovee ur page so much !! it has made me so much more productive and im satisfied with my progress :D

hope u have a great day ahead tysm for reading through this :3

hii angel !!

first of all you're so cute for this message and not silly at all i promise!! i was literally in your place once like staring at girlblogs thinking, “omg this is so pretty and motivating but... what do i actually do??”

so i’m super happy you asked here’s everything i’ve learned, and a veery siiimple way how to start a blog !

🗒️ i’m so sorry for not answering earlier or maybe my answer is not effective 100% i’ve been entering my exam season lately so things have been a bit crazy, and i haven’t had the time to talk much or reply to everyone in my inbox. i didn’t want you to feel ignored or left there especially after such a sweet and kind message like yours.

girlblogging isn’t about being perfect or aesthetic 24/7

it’s about showing up for yourself it’s like ur own little soft space on the internet where you post the things that matter to you, your goals, your routines, your messy thoughts, your progress, your healing or playlists .. whatever makes you feel like you.

you can make it look cute if you want (and trust me it's fun ) but the real magic is when you post with meaning.

when i started my girlblog…

i made this blog honestly because i needed to hold myself accountable. i was struggling with discipline, with staying on track, with self-worth... and i told myself:

“if i create a space where i act like i’m becoming the best version of me maybe i’ll actually become her.”

and that’s exactly what started happening.

so like when i post about discipline or motivation or glow ups ... I’m not just sharing advice. i’m reminding myself too j don’t post things just because they’re trendy. i post things that reflect where i am or where i want to be.

and once i achieve something i love sharing what helped me because maybe it'll help another girl too. THAT'S A GIRL BLOGGER

so how do you start?

this is what i recommend:

grab a piece of paper or just open your notes app and write:

what’s something i care about right now?

what’s helping me grow?

what’s something i wish i had guidance on?

and then start posting about that.

for example:

﹙ ✿ ﹚ if you’re focused on becoming more organized, post your routines, planners, study tips, or cozy to-do lists

﹙ ✿ ﹚ if you’re trying to glow up, post your skincare, your healthy habits, your challenges (10 days of productivity / 10 days for building a habits .... )

﹙ ✿ ﹚ if you’re healing, post your affirmations, journal prompts, or how you’re learning to treat yourself kindly

you don’t need a niche seriously.

girlblogging isn’t about fitting into a box. it’s not “only” skincare or “only” study stuff. it’s about being a whole human.

some girls post about beauty, some about healing, some about routines, some about faith or wellness or school or food or writing or dreams...

and some post about all of it.

how do you grow?

this part gets easier the more you enjoy what you’re posting (read that again.)

💌 post consistently (even small stuff counts! And always reblog stuff that inspir you)

💌 interact with other girlbloggers comment, follow, hype them up it builds the cutest community ever

💌 use tags like #girlblog #girlbogger #selfgrowth #studyblog ... it helps people find you

💌 and most importantly: be honest, be kind, and be real.

one of the most helpful things i learned:

��� post what you need to see not what looks cool not what everyone else is doing but what you wish someone had told you. what you needed when you were feeling lost.

that’s how my blog started growing when i began writing like i was helping my past self. and yes other girls needed those same words too so u don’t have to have it all figured out. you just need to start.

thank you again for saying such sweet things about my blog knowing it helped you feel productive and satisfied with your progress actually made me tear up you’re gonna do amazing, i can feel it and if you ever need support, inspiration, or anything i’m right here !

now go post something you love and let the journey begin<3

@bloomzone

[kalied0skull]

Hey do you have any advice for running a character ask blog ?

HAVE FUN WITH IT!!!

okay there's technically more than that, I'll give it to you hehe:

make sure you're doing it most comfortably to where you don't overwork yourself!

make sure to know your audience before you begin! it's best to start with at least 3 or 4 interested people so you can get asks right away, it's just a good booster starter to have people already cheering you on during advertising!

set boundaries with your audience! let them know what you're writing for, where the theme is, what your goal is for writing.

study your character! indulge in the lore of it, and make your own too if it's a fictional one! have fun with writing the character! make sure it's someone you can be consistent with and stick to!

have a theme! pick a vibe and a location where it's set. people like settings! i picked the DX for soda, and a tip jar because it's an easy physical place to have "papers" instead of asks. they don't have to be physical papers though, unless it fits the vibe of your character :D

remember to pace yourself. don't rush your works out because you can still have pauses in between asks, and it's okay if you don't answer all of them as soon as they're sent out! do it in your own time! character blogs are a hobby!

and absolutely, HAVE FUN with it. if you feel like you can't keep up with the pace, or the people, or the attention, don't be afraid to just stop! don't push yourself! be nice to your brain!!! ^_^

during the first few weeks of my ask blog, i entirely exhausted myself because it was me working back and forth on art and drawing to pump out replies to each ask. i had to stop to take a break, and afterwards i placed down more restrictions on myself so I wouldn't get too overworked. and now i can do it freely whenever i feel !

don't feel pressured by your audience. remember that it's something you're doing for yourself too, and it's an absolute writing experience you should enjoy !

sorry if this advice is a bit messy, I'm a little ditsy right now from fast-brain-no-thinky but i hope this helps you out a bit!

tagging some other character blog owners i know in case they have any advice on this themselves they'd like to add! : @fizzysodasocarbonated & @broareweabouttoviberightnow

[tinytalkingtina]

WIP Weekend

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of emojis you can request, please feel free to send multiple!

Been a couple weeks since I've done this, but that's because I was busy finishing two major WIPs :D

Happy to report that Soaring Symphony is now published in its entirety, and the next installment of the Running with the Devil Steddie role reversal has been fully written now! Can't wait to share this novella-length character study with y'all soon, it was so much fun to work on.

Got some new emojis in the mix this week:

🐶 B.A.D. D.O.G. (sequel to the college AU puppy play Stomeddie/Stommie fic is back to being worked on actively again. Time for the boys to get a little messy.

🧜‍♂️ Participating in the STMonsterCalendar Mermay Bingo event, so I've got some fun WIPs in play for this, including non-Steddie pairings! Will be a mix of SFW and NSFW

🏴‍☠️ Argh Me Matey: "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating." the fic

Tagging a few folks if they want to join in (and if you see this and want to join in, consider yourself tagged): @little-annie @hbyrde36 (thanks for the tag last week :D)

@augustjustice @helpimstuckposting @steddie-island

Enjoy a snippet from Mermay below the cut (CW for some forced nudity and unwanted touching told through a non-human 3rd party witness)

Hauling himself out of the water was no easy feat, but he worked out a way to stick his claws into the damp wood to gain enough leverage. Panting, Eddie clambered into a swinging smaller ship hanging off the side, grateful for once that his scales were deep-sea dark. Sure, his pod may view them with superstitious concern, but unlike their bright flashy fins, his scales did allow him to hide away unnoticed in the shadows. Peeking over the edge, he saw humans all gathered together on the other side of the ship. One in the center seemed to hold all of the others’ attentions. Even carried by dull human voices, Eddie could still hear fragments of excitement thrumming through the air as the rest stepped forward and began to remove brown and white outer layers from the special one. Aha, so those coverings weren’t a part of human bodies, he’d told Dustin they couldn’t possibly be fins. Eddie hummed of satisfaction. Maybe this would get rid of that know-it all attitude the fry was so fond of adopting lately. Once the final coverings were gone, Eddie couldn’t help but stare more. This human was a male probably if the claspers jutting out from his body were anything to go by. Eddie frowned. Why would humans leave theirs out at all times? That was just asking for something to come up and nibble on vulnerable dangling bits. Still the weird claspers weren’t what held his fascination. One of his podmate’s had skin that would speckle if she sunbathed on the rocks for too long, and next to the bare one, he could spy a human with the same type of patterning. But Eddie had never seen anything like those large brown dots that marked this human all over. They were beautiful, each one a different star on his skin. He quietly hummed wonder-song, fins flaring out as he gazed at those constellations. A human with golden hair and a large crest on top of his head stepped forward. Eddie didn’t like the look on his face: cold and cunning like a predator. Golden Hair even acted like a predator, touching the bare star-skinned human all over without hesitation.

[fragaria-imagines]

Can i have a crush hcs with Klarkstella and Pikero please. Love your writing btw :D

Klarkstella

It’s a very well known fact that Klarkstella doesn’t really like a lot of people, and for a long time he was quite adamant that the only people he needed in his life were his brother, Lala, and Kiki.

Until you came around, and then everything changed, suddenly his hands started racing whenever he was near you, or his hands started sweating.

And at first, he brushed those little hints aside, saying that it was because you annoyed him to no end that he was getting physically ill from it (which he knew deep down inside was a lie)

He was heavily in denial about his feelings for you, often times pushing you away or snapping at you for no good reason.

But the reality is, you carved a hole inside his heart and he doesn’t know how to handle it, he doesn’t know how to be honest with himself, and often times always says the exact opposite of what he actually feels and means.

It wasn’t until he had a heart to heart conversation with Louterstella, that he realized he was falling for you. And even then, he couldn’t muster the courage to confess to you, too afraid of the possibility of being hurt or being rejected by you.

It was different when it came to Kiki, Lala, and Louterstella, those are people who he knows for certain would never hurt him, the same certainty can’t be said for you.

However, after coming to the realization that he likes you, he no longer pushed you away or was harsh to you. He wasn’t by any means Prince Charming, but he was becoming more softer and gentle with you, in his own unique way.

He started letting you in more, he wanted to be near you at all times, and this time he actually indulged in those wants.

Little by little, he realized that maybe letting someone else inside his heart, wasn’t a bad thing at all.

Pikero

Pikero is not the type to catch feelings for someone so easily and that is done with a purpose. People are too messy, too emotional, and as entertaining as it is to see their crazed antics, he always makes sure to have his guard up, never letting anyone ever get too close.

It's why he prefers to study the life of animals and plants over humans, animals are simple, they don't dwell on emotion and reasoning, preferring to act on instinct instead. They're nothing like the over emotional and complicated humans at all, and for a good while, that was enough for him.

Yet like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help but be drawn to you, at first he brushed off his feelings for you as simple curiosity, you were a pretty new thing, who he never met before and was clearly out of your element, you were fascinating to him, like a fun little lab experiment.

But the more he spends time with you, he realized that his attachment and infatuation for you, goes beyond the simple curiosity of an experiment.

Even after acknowledging and realizing his feelings for you, he would still play mind games on you, studying your every move, and analyzing your every tick and feeling, till he has you all figured out.

He loves to play push and pull with you, on some days he’ll shower you with affection and attention, on other days, he’ll completely shut you out and ignore you for days.

This isn’t because he’s insecure or that he fears rejection, quite the opposite actually. Pikero is confident that you’ll return his feelings, that’s not what he’s worried about, what he worries about is the emotional and vulnerable aspect of opening up and confessing to a crush, to him that’s a recipe for weakness, and if there’s one thing Pikero isn’t is weak.

So if there’s a way to exploit your vulnerabilities and your naivety, while not being open about his own, and still being able to be with you once and for all, then he’s going to do just that.

He wants to have his cake and eat it too, and it won’t be until you two get into a serious relationship, when the cracks finally start to show, but until then, he’s more than happy to keep the charade up.

[monstersinthecosmos]

🕯 and 🪄 from the writer asks?

(writing asks!)

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

The hardest fic on my page that I've written was as we circle the moon because like !!!!!! I signed up to write it for the Femsheith exchange and then like, my grandma was sick and I was doing a lot of family shit and didn't have a ton of time to work on it, and originally I wanted it to be a one shot but I felt bad that I was gonna miss the posting deadline so I split it into chapters and at least posted a chapter, and then my grandma died, and then like, no one really responded to that fic so I was having a really hard time working on it.

I'll preach till I'm blue in the face that like, we have to be able to write for US because relying on external validation is such a motivation killer, but like, I was just not feeling myself and had no inspiration to write for me, and then like, usually for my Sheith fics I have a cheerleader who can read my WIP and encourage me when I think I'm being boring but my go-to Sheith cheerleaders don't like Femsheith so I had no one to help me with this, and then like, it got two comments so I just felt like it wasn't a good fic and no one liked it, and so I didn't feel motivated to update it for the readers either, and the fact that no one responded to it made me think it was poorly written and didn't make sense, and then I was convinced that all my ideas for it were stupid and didn't make sense, and I thought the gender studying in it didn't make sense, and basically, it was torture trying to finish that one but I'm traumatized by my FFnet page when I was a teenager that had like 35 unfinished fics posted, so I refused to leave fics unfinished, and I forced myself to get it done.

Whew. LOL.

And anyway that's a lot of technical stuff but also since the fic is about grief and I was writing it during the death of a family member it got a little spicy on my feelings. LOL. And it's a fic that like, in the end, I'm not sure if the meta makes sense, but I was juggling a lot of messy feelings so I decided it's okay if the fic was also about messy feelings with no real conclusion.

🪄what is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

hajslgd dsjakg so usually when I'm in the zone I write EVERY NIGHT (but I'm having an ADHD burnout crisis at the moment so I havent written in weeks lol RIP i hate myself) and like it's a thing where I feel bad if I take a night off? But whenever I finish a fic I like, allow myself a night off, and I just kinda chill out and daydream about the next thing I wanna write. It's so fun! It's so relaxing!!! :D Sometimes when I've spent months on a fic I like, feel empty and miss spending time with it, so it helps me to immediately jump to the next project and start daydreaming about a new idea so that I can stay excited.

[voidsnarrator]

full disclaimer, i've not done much to anything with The Lads™ in over a year :')

back then i really stuck to "author became host somehow", probably because it was smth mark said? i dont remember tbh but we worked with whatever canon we had did we not haha

since i got obsessed with host in 2018 i have written about. 11 different versions of how author turned into host, and probably a handful of more fics of them being siblings haha

the last "version" i had of them is probably my most creative and fun one though (past an au of said version i also adore)

Summary of the backstory below :D (and other random hcs)

The Author had always been power-hungry, obsessed with being a god. He wants to be all-powerful, to be worshiped. He wants to have everyone beneath his heels truly. But that's just how it is when you want to be able to control all of reality, shape it to your every whim, to be able to do anything and everything you want.

Now that greed? It attracted something. A whisper in his ear, a cold touch guiding his hands. Promising him anything he wants, as long as he listens and obeys.

What it wants from him in return? Something of himself he cannot live without.

He manages to resist for quite a while, but eventually, he realized what he could give. What did he need, what could he not live without currently? His sight. Of course gouging out your eyes isn't safe nor smart, wounding him, weakening his body and his mind enough that the being, the god, could invade the human's mind and make it a home.

Normally, the god's omniscience destroys a human's mind. Infinite knowledge is simply too much for a human. But the Author isn't just a simple normal human, is he? He's still there, in there somewhere, and he's pissed.

Through being an annoying little shit to the god piloting his body, he fights for a place. While neither of them are happy, they agree to share a body. Two beings piloting the same body!

While they are still separate beings, over the years that pass, they sort of amalgamate into one being. They cannot exist without the other anymore, at least in this body. If the god were to leave, it would destroy the Author, as it would rip out too much of what the Author is :')

And if you think "wow this is cool where can i read this fic" it's right here ;)

Now for whatever random HCs I still remember about the lad/s:

The Author has gold coloured eyes. They glow when he uses his powers, though he's not aware of it haha

Author preferred to write on paper, but he has a typewriter as well. He just likes the feeling of the paper and the ink staining his fingers :)

I like to imagine he bound his own books! Of course not for production, but just for himself. Binding the pages and making the covers and all that.

His space is SO fucking cluttered and messy. Books and papers, inks and pencils and graphite and coal sticks, candles and wax and occasionally blood. His study and especially his desk is a. mess.

His baseball bat is not hollow like a standard bat. He used his reality-altering powers to make sure he can lift it and only he can lift it. Makes it more deadly :)

Man also hates critique. He will barely tolerate to be told if someone doesn't like his writing, just don' actually say anything more about it. Might end up painful for ya otherwise

Host can't cry anymore. I mean, not really at least. He kind of destroyed his tear-ducts with the whole eye gouging.

His eyes never really healed properly. Using his powers to alter reality makes his eyes bleed, the more power the worse.

The god-entity forgets that humans have needs, so uh. He often goes without sleeping, eating, and drinking for long periods of times. He basically only remembers when someone tells him or when he passes out :'D

He does a night-time radio show, of course. - his show airs all over the world, somehow always at night no matter where you tune in, you hear "that" night's show, even when he's not live where he is anymore. - which also means it airs in every language at the same time. you do not want to wear his headphones while he's on air, as you'll hear it all at once. quite a mess right there. - in his show he typically picks a random person in the world to make them suffer. he likes to drive people inside until they kill themselves or he just narrates their death however he thinks is a good story.

He does also still have "extremely messy" tendencies. He uses typewriters way more than Author ever did though.

To Host, the fabric of reality is made of strings, woven and tied together. He exists outside of those strings, able to manipulate them however he sees fit. (yes he could completely eradicate someone from existence by manipulating the strings)

There's quite a few tells to know if Author or the entity is the one in main control, or if its more the mix of both as Host. I can't really remember much of it anymore, but it's definitely the way they hold themselves, a bit the way of how they speak (god and host narrate constantly while author only speaks in third person, but not narrating everything constantly), even some preferences like tea and coffee.

man i am still obsessed with these goobers. i love them a lot my man sad i dont remember more rn but lets be honest i do remember quite a bit, considering ive not thought about them for longer than a year by now haha

desperate to know your author and host eye colour hcs :0

The Author has green/blue eyes. Red in pictures.

The Host has dark brown. Amber, if it’s bright.

[biguyonline]

Fsk_Mgmtotality

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x (GN!)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), very slight DUBCON (a part is grabbed without consent and an action is forced without asking first)

Summary: Megumi is playing Xbox and ignoring you. He is notoriously quiet and you make a game out of seeing if you can get him to make a noise.

Notes: This fic was brought to life by my friend @ginki​ who had the idea that Megumi would have been the stereotypical toxic gamer boy in his past. I’ve never posted a fanfic before. So here’s to firsts.

You let yourself into his small upstairs apartment. The kitchen and living room were dark and still, they were hardly used after all. You followed the faint sound of trap metal being played at a low volume down the hall to his bedroom. 

The light of the TV was the only light in the room. The glow cascading over his face highlighted his tired focused eyes, furrowed brow, and messy hair. The controller vibrated in his hands and his arm muscles tensed. Cans and bottles of empty drinks on the floor glinted, exposing the fact that he had not moved from that spot in hours. 

"Nnn." you wouldn't have known that grunt was him acknowledging your presence if you hadn't caught his eyes looking at you for a moment before darting back to the screen. "Hey Gumi baby, you look tired" you ruffled his disheveled hair. He looked up to you standing behind him with a small smile that turned sour when his headset blared with a sudden uproar. "You've got company MG?!" Is the only one you could make out from outside. The question went without an answer. He always barely spoke while gaming. His friends teased him for it. You could always hear them chatting away from inside Megumi's headset. 

Megumi pulled the bean bag chair in his room over and nestled it between his feet. He patted it and then leaned back in his chair, inviting you to come sit between his legs. You took your place there and let your head rest on his thigh. You watched him play for a bit. To be honest it did bore you a little, the game he was currently playing was not one you were familiar with at all. You rubbed his thigh as idly and as innocently as you could feign. 

You lost all patience and restraint. It wasn't like you came here for anything else. You grabbed his dick through his sweatpants as you turned to face him. The familiar click of Megumi turning off his mic sounded. "Mmwhat are you doing?" He said, his voice low and eyes still glued to the TV. "I wanna have the fun I came here for." You smiled blushing and nuzzled your face against his now hardening cock. "This time keep your mic on. Let's see how good you really are at staying quiet." You kissed him through his sweatpants.

Megumi paused, staring down at you. He bit his lip, smirking at you. You had introduced a new game to play within a game, and he'd win this one too. "Go ahead and have your fun then." He shrugged while freeing himself for you. You took his dick into your hand at the base and gave the tip a kiss. He patted your head and then, click, turned his mic back on.

You studied his face looking for any sign of frustration as you teased him. Lightly mouthing the tip and licking stripes up his shaft. He was frustrating you with how well he was ignoring your playfulness. You'd wonder if he was even enjoying this if he wasn't this hard. 

Megumi's dick being worshiped for nothing in return was going to his head the way it was going into your pants. He could tell by the heat in your hands and face and the way you were squirming between his legs every so often. How desperate could he make you? How much would you sacrifice at his altar just to get him to break?

The heat pooling inside you was starting to boil over. You were bored of teasing. Time to pull out all the stops. You took all of him into your mouth that you comfortably could. Your hand and head bobbed in time. You rubbed your tongue against the sensitive underside below the tip. Saliva and precum ran down from your mouth trickling down your hand getting between your fingers. 

Megumi attempted to hide his face twisting up in pleasure. He looked as if he was going to let out a plea. His whole body tensed up before relaxing again. He slumped into his chair and his eyes darkened losing the focus they had before. 

To add insult to injury at your first real attempt's defeat he shoved your head all the way to be face down in his pubes. 

You were now pinned in a chokehold with the controller in his hands resting atop your head. You're sputtering, swallowing around him desperately breathing through your nose. You were now the one doing your absolute best to make no noise. 

He let up. You whipped your head up and off of him immediately. An angry heat rained down your spine like lava when you saw the drunken blissed out look on his face. Megumi reached out with one hand and brushed your hair out of your face. 

Megumi could feel the sheen of sweat on his forehead. He wanted to go ahead and cum down your throat so bad. He was losing his composure more than he thought he would. The anger on your face made his cock twitch because he knew you were in too deep now to stop even if you wanted to. There was no way you were going to walk away from a game you started.You really had no other choice but to continue to serve him. It was delicious watching you playing a game just to lose.

You restarted slowly. Softly bobbing your head over just the tip. Circling your tongue around it. You could feel Megumi throbbing in your mouth. You could hear the game's sounds of gunfire and his friends talking, but to you, you were alone in this moment of just letting him soak in your mouth. You took his length all the way in and then let your teeth ever so lightly graze him as you brought your head back up.

Megumi's toes curled. He was white knuckling his grip on the controller in his hands. It took everything to not suck air in through his teeth. It was his turn to be angry. He should have known you'd pull some shit like this just to try and win. 

"I think I'm sensing some tension from MG" You could hear a voice ragging on Megumi. It gave you hope that you could get Megumi to embarrass himself in front of all his little Xbox friends. His determination to win was slowly being chipped away in the same way his need to cum was building up. Fuck, he might have begged to bust if he could. He was tired of being pent up this long. He just wanted the cord inside himself to snap. He wanted to pump his cum down your throat, he wanted to watch you gulping and choking trying to swallow it all. 

He was surrounded by the wet warmth of your mouth. Your tongue flexed against his dick putting pressure on it. He could feel the back of your throat bouncing against his tip. 

His thighs shook around you as he was trying with every ounce he could muster to keep any semblance of composure. 

Then you grabbed his balls and began to massage them. Megumi squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth. He sighed heavily, collapsing into his seat as you drank down his cum greedily. You smirked at a voice in his headset saying "ohh ho ho MG is maaad, let's fucking go!" 

Megumi turned his mic off and looked at you beautifully drained. "I won." you smiled, wiping the wetness off your face. "No I won, I didn't make a noise and the guys couldn't even tell. They think I'm angry." Megumi chuckled. "Sighing is a noise, Megumi" you chided. 

"No sighing is just like breathing." Megumi shook his head.

"Then what counts as a noise?" You crossed your arms at him.

"Mmm! Ohhhfuck" Megumi pretended to orgasm. It was disgustingly over the top. But you could feel yourself throbbing. You ripped your thoughts away from your untouched need.

"Those are words." You reengaged yourself in the argument.

"Mmm. Is mmm a word?" Megumi raised an eyebrow at you.

"You wanna know how you lost?" You teased, climbing into his lap. 

"How?" He asked, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"You had to explain that you won." You laughed. He hoisted you up. He smiled, kissing you on both cheeks while carrying you over and setting you down on the bed.

"Whatever, take a nap and I'll take care of you later, I wanna stay on."

[alangdorf]

Hi :) I finally made my Magolor conspiracy theory board! I know the text is small so I’m gonna write out a transcription plus all the stuff I couldn’t fit without making everything completely illegible. Be warned, this is gonna get long.

By the way, please don’t take this overly seriously; I’m just shaking thoughts out of my head. I used to be all “yeah Magolor is exactly the type of character I would like but I’m just not that crazy about him.” But then the Epilogue came along and we had a blackout where I barely had internet access for a couple days and these two things combined flipped a switch in my brain and I thought about/talked about nothing but Magolor for literally a week straight. And so here we are!

First off, a note about the Another Dimenion creatures (Doomers, Darpas, Deppas, Dippas, and Dupas). In Japanese, Sphere Doomers are called Sphere Lowpers – Lowper being the romaji spelling used in the files, although in Japanese it’s pronounced Rōpā (ろーぱー), and most likely originating from the English words “interloper” and/or “robber”. B and p are closely related in Japanese writing, both being a slight alteration of the consonant h (via diacritic marks called tenten [two little lines] and maru [a circle]), so は is ha, ば is ba, and ぱ is pa.

The other creatures are variations on Rōpā with different vowels in the first syllable (they’re actually called morae [singular: mora] instead of syllables though): Rāpā, Rēpā, Rīpā, and Rūpā. These are changed in English to match the fact that Doomer starts with D: Darpas, Dippas, and Dupas, according to the Magolor Epilogue song titled “VS Darpa-Dippa-Dupas”, and then Deppa for Rēpā as a logical extrapolation of that.

(Side note: since this game came out before Kirby localization teams were given a lot of guidance, the names in other languages for Doomers are alllllll over the place in terms of meaning. Sphere Chimera, Sphere Spook, Spectre Sphere, and my favorite is the Italian, “Fenix Sferix”, meaning Phoenix Sphere. For their translation of “VS Darpa-Dippa-Dupas” they went with the same play on the vowels, so it’s “VS Fanix-Finix-Funix”. But then?? What are their Deppas called???? Probably Fonix but it’s still funny lol)

Now is probably a good time to talk about Magolor’s name; get all the translation fun facts out of the way. In Japanese, his name is Mahoroa (まほろあ). “Mahō” is the word “magic” in Japanese, so the English version starting with “Mago”, derived from “magic”, is a good close translation. “Lor” and “roa” are both their respective language’s name for the Lor Starcutter, and are roughly equivalent in Japanese pronunciation. The devs have said in a Miiverse post that Magolor’s name was also partially derived from the Japanese word “Mahoroba” (まほろば), which is the name for the concept of a “far-off land full of bliss and peace” (per the Wikipedia page for Mahoroba), which could certainly be translated as “paradise” (note on that in a second). With ba and pa being almost the same letter, it makes me wonder if Mahoroba and Rōpā (まほろば and ろーぱー) are meant to be so similar as a cheeky wordplay thing. Mostly because I think it would be really funny if that was the case.

The aforementioned note which is about the meaning of “Magolor” in the language the Jamba speak: there is a pause screen in Star Allies that lists a bunch of translations for words in their language, most notable here being “Mafo = lie” and “Lor = paradise”. “Mafo” having a different third letter than “Mago” is hardly an issue; fo and ho are written the same in Japanese unless you’re being really pedantic about loanword spelling (ホ vs フォ), “Maho” being equivalent to “Mago” is already established, and Star Allies had a notoriously messy localization anyways, so I would hardly be surprised if they just forgot to change it to “Mago”.

Also, given the fact that Return to Dreamland Deluxe added a line for 100%ing the game that clarifies that Mags was lying about being from Halcandra but studied Ancient culture there for years and that this whole post posits the theory that he was originally some sort of Another Dimension creature like the Doomers and co. (Side note: in the context of whatever possible relationship the Doomers and Ancients used to have [Rampaging Doomers are implied by Sphere Doomers EX pause screen lore to be ancient Doomers and have the gear aesthetic and that could mean any number of things], and the limited individuality of the Doomers/Darpa-Deppa-Dippa-Dupas and their subservience to Grand Doomer, I see this less as cultural appropriation and more like uhhhh trans coding, kinda. Please don’t come at me about this; I often joke that Kit, my nickname, is short for Catboy Discourse but I don’t actually want to fight on the internet about this catboy), the fact that this pause screen is for a version of Unhooded Hyness from the SAME UPDATE that added Magolor to the game is so hysterical. Maggie rocks up to a fight with someone he’s never heard of (Hyness claims in his rant that the Ancients erased his sect from their history after the schism), they reveal themself to be an actual Ancient, and the game itself calls him a liar???!? Like dude you had at least one other outfit you could’ve worn today lol

Anyways, I have some loose appearance similarities to point out between Magolor and the Doomers and co. His ears are shaped, striped (his hood is at least, though I know it’s more similar to Hyness’ ears), positioned, and even move similarly to the top two projectiles on a Deppa. The ears do have more jiggle physics now, unlike the Deppa projectiles, but they’re often portrayed as horns instead of ears in his boss forms (and concept art but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything for current Mags) anyways. Also, Dupas’ feet are a little strange. With the way that they move back and forth unrelated to how the Dupa actually moves and the way that they can stand upside down, it definitely could be that those appendages are disconnected similar to Magolor’s hands and the Dupas actually move by floating around. Admittedly they’re not the same color yellow and this one is a vague connection at best, though the Dupas are also slightly egg-shaped like Magolor. Oh, and in Magolor Epilogue his projectiles and the Rampaging Doomers’ projectiles look almost exactly the same to me. I could also point out the fact that Magolor’s 2nd phase/Soul form has a large mouth like the Doomers, Deppas, and Dupas, though it doesn’t look very similar. Girl what is that thing. Why do you look like W.D. Gaster.

A slightly stronger connection is the eyes. Flat yellow eyes (upright ovals with variations for expression in this case) aren’t that uncommon on Kirby creatures, but a lot of notable examples, such as Hyness, the other Jambas, and Wester, have their eyes on a black background, likely to symbolize shadowed, glowing eyes. In Hyness’ case at the very least, this is proven by his unhooded appearance. Magolor, on the other hand, has his on a brown background, which, as indicated by his visible ear in the Epilogue, is just his skin color. (Meta Knight is similar in this regard, but he has his own whole thing going on species-wise, and his eyes were white when not shadowed until like Brawl anyways which just supports my point.) It being a solid color, and comparatively a dull one at that, is dissimilar to the Doomers, though it makes sense with his design to not make it too busy. Also a couple of the Doomer types have different eye colors, but that’s also clearly for the purposes of making a good palette.

My favorite evidence, however, that links Magolor to the Doomers is his first phase boss theme, Welcome Your New Overlord (née Under My Control). I think it’s so similar to Another Dimension (the song that plays in the rift segments before each Doomer fight) and VS Sphere Doomer (context self-explanatory) that they were intentionally written in the same style. (Grand Doomer is also somewhat similar, but to a lesser extent in my opinion.) All these songs have synth chords through most (less in Grand Doomer) of them that, well. I didn’t take enough music theory to be able to identify chords more complex than triads, but I would describe them as “dissonant” or “jazzy”, and they step around to different keys relatively frequently (Oops, just realized I wrote “chord structure” instead of “chord progression” on the board, oh well. It’s probably non-functional harmony anyway but either way, I just meant this). They also have very similar rhythms, playing the same chords multiple times in a row, often falling on offbeats (again, Grand Doomer is the outlier here). Pre-final boss themes in Kirby are often written to be complex and disorienting, but the way that these songs are similar is specific enough that I think it’s reasonable to assume it was on purpose. Also can I just say how much I love Welcome Your New Overlord? Amazing song.

Overall, the trick to all Kirby lore is trying to judge whether things are done by the developers for the purposes of gameplay and game experience or for the purposes of canon lore, and I’m not gonna make a judgement call on this one, but I really like it as a headcanon at the very least. A couple more related headcanons about Magolor for reading this far: Not sure whether I think that Mags named the Lor after himself or himself after the Lor, but I think for the “Mago” part, he either named himself after the Ancient word for “lie” on purpose as an inside joke for only himself (not knowing the Jamba were still around to call him on it) or he named himself after the Ancient word for “magic” and it just so happens to be either a homonym or synonym for the word “lie”, possibly because of negative opinions toward the Jamba. Possibly both options, even. Also I think the reason he talks Like That, at least in English (in Japanese he just uses katakana instead of hiragana a lot, which, katakana is usually used for foreign words so it gives a “foreigner” feeling), is because he’s a very studious and book-smart foreign language learner, but unfortunately the first native speaker of Kirby’s language he met was Marx (there’s a well established fan theory that he has met Marx before based on his dialogue that he knows someone who knows Kirby) and he internalized entirely too many of his speech patterns. On purpose. Mini speech headcanons: At Merry Magoland he either addresses to the patrons as “parkgoers”, “paying customers” (he doesn’t charge admission but he got used to saying it at the Shoppe and thought it would be funny to continue saying it in an inappropriate situation; it does make some people freak out thinking they were supposed to buy a ticket), or “gamers”. Also during the beginning of Return to Dream Land he laid the flattery on a bit thick with calling the main group “kind strangers” and “my saviors” and he still calls them that sometimes after they’re friends for real just to be annoying.

Thank you for reading!

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Can we get some NSFW with Henrietta?

Yes!! I’ve decided to do the NSFW Alphabet once again because I already have them done for the boys, so here’s the girl!

I love Henrietta sm 😩 She’s my queen and I wish more people would request stuff with Henrietta in it. I feel like my poor girl gets no love

Warnings: NSFW obviously, more downbad behavior

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A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Henrietta is so extremely sweet with aftercare. She’s massaging sore muscles, getting you water, and cuddling you while you’re coming down from the high. She’s a very attentive partner, so just let her know what you need after a session and she’s immediately going to get it

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

She loves her body completely, she doesn’t have a favorite body part

She also doesn’t have a favorite body part on you. You’re her favorite person in the world, she can’t choose just one thing to settle on.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

It’s messy and she doesn’t really like it. Hence the fact she’s a lesbian 🥴

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

She’s always thinking about sex. Whether it’s her and you, or 2 completely random people, the thought of sex is always on her mind. Of course, she thinks about other things, but in the back of her mind, it’s like an adult movie store backroom

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

She has a lot of experience. She went to college and had a few relationships, so she knows a thing or 2 about what she’s doing.

F= Favorite position

She likes missionary. Kind of boring, but she likes to look into your eyes and study your body while she’s doing her own little thing. Henrietta loves how easy it is to kiss you when you’re face to face with her

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Henrietta likes to have fun during sex. She’s not telling knock knock jokes, but she does like joking about what she’s doing and loves hearing you laugh and have fun with her

H= Hair (grooming habits)

She’s got the smallest patch of hair shaved into a strip. Henrietta is not a big fan of unruly pubic hair, so the less her partner has the better

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

She’s a romantic through and through. Your comfort and pleasure is her upmost priority, whether it takes 30 minutes to get you to cum or 4 hours. She’s not a huge fan of rough and wild sex

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

She masturbates 3 or 4 times a day. She has an impossibly high sex drive, so when you’re not around, she has to tend to herself quite often

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

She LOVES roleplaying as just about anything.

Exhibitionism is another massive kink

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere and everywhere

She really likes car sex. Like after a party and you’re both just winding down from all the drinks, you both end up having sex in the backseat. The rush of possibly being caught just does it for her.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Spanking, whether giving or receiving, is one of her massive turn ons

She also likes biting

And making out probably does more for her than it should, so make sure you’re ready for sex whenever you try to make out with her

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Anything to do with bodily fluids. She also doesn’t do any kind of bondage. It makes her feel extremely claustrophobic

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Giving: Loves giving, would spend hours pleasing you with just her mouth if she could

Receiving: PLEASE RETURN THE FAVOR!! Henrietta loves when you go down on her. Even if you’re inexperienced, she’ll coach you through it just because she loves being pampered so much.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Henrietta likes to take her time. She doesn’t see the point in going buck wild just to feel good, so expect one session to last 2 or 3 hours.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Quickies don’t really do it for her, so she doesn’t care for them. She will if you beg, but most of the time, it’s a no from her

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

She’s always down to try something new as long as it’s interesting to the both of you.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

She can make one session last for a few hours. She likes overstimulation, so by the time that you both have only had 1 orgasm, you’re more than likely ready for bed because of the length of the session

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Henrietta does indeed have a few toys. She uses them mostly everytime you’re having sex with her, but not every single time

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Henrietta is quite the tease. She likes to wind you up until you’re about to be over the edge and then stop completely. She’s really bad about initiating sex, and then walking away to finish doing some task she randomly thought of, just to play with you

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Henrietta’s definitely not loud at all. She barely talks or moans, which makes you feel like you’re not doing your best, but if you pay closer attention, you’ll hear her gasps and satisfied sighs. She’s just not verbal, so don’t feel bad!

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

She’s a switch with more sub tendencies. When she doms, she does put her heart into it, but she prefers to be the one who lays back and let you do all the work. Unless you don’t want to, then Henrietta is on top and ready to do whatever you please

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Her outer lips are puffy, with a slight pink tinge. Her inner labia is not very prominent, but not completely hidden, either. She’s got a very pretty vagina, and she knows that.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Henrietta’s constantly horny. You’d never know because she goes about her life like normal, but if you could see inside of her head, you’ll see that she’s making every scenario in her head dirty. She respects your boundaries and will only have sex if you want to

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Not quickly at all. After you both have caught your breath, she turns to you and asks if you want to go watch a movie or something

[gliyerabaa]

For fanfic writer asks: 8 and 17 :D

8. What projects are you currently working on?

Ahhhh i LOVE getting to talk about my projects!!!!!!!! <3

Per Aspera Ad Astra: Also known as the kansas au, this has been my pride and joy over the past 4 1/2 years. The premise of the fic is essentially capturing the experience of growing up queer in rural america. I've posted 23 chapters but I have the entire fic outlined, it's just a matter of writing it. I'm probably about halfway to two-thirds way done with the fic. It's been a beast but like I said earlier, it really is my pride and joy

Thank Goodness (smutfic series): Currently only a oneshot but I plan to add one or two more installments in the series. What I intended to be a quick, slightly smutty character study on Glinda accidentally turned into 6k of messy, raw gelphie smut. Definitely my best interpretation of the canon gelphie dynamic, both in terms of emotional dynamics and how that carries over into the smut. I'm really proud of this fic, it's definitely getting a sequel and maybe even a part 3

untitled gelphie 'wedding' series: this one is still a true WIP. I was reading a few scholarly journals about queer themes in the stage version of Wicked and how it both adheres to and subverts typical midcentury theatre tropes. For example, so many 'traditional' musicals end in the marriage of the two leads, and 'For Good' can be seen as the fulfillment of that trope when viewed through a queer lens. I adored that analysis and it's inspired me to create a sort of miniseries exploring those themes a little more. it's a fun idea, and I have some outline framework going, we'll see if anything comes of it

17. What's something you've learned about while doing research for a fic?

Honestly, I haven't done a ton of research for Wicked fics due to the fictional nature of the world. Years and years ago I wrote a lot of Frozen fics so I had done a lot of extensive research on Norwegian/Scandinavian culture.

WAIT no duh, I've done SO MUCH research for Per Aspera Ad Astra!!!!!!!!!!! Including:

researching different high schools in Kansas (to come up with ideas for a mascot for the fictional Tri-City high school)

learning the state motto of Kansas (it's Ad Astra Per Aspera, which I stole and rearranged for my fic title, and I think I'm so clever for that)

also the state flower of Kansas is the sunflower and the state bird is the western meadowlark and the state mammal is the bison but those have yet to be relevant to the story

deep dives into the climate and weather patterns in Kansas (I have a tab saved on my phone's weather app for a city in Kansas in the approximate location I imagine the fictional town of Shiz to be. I check it regularly)

about three different drafts for the Road Trip in chapters 20 onwards. like extensive planning of how long to drive, where to stop, etc. etc.

research into radio stations in Western Colorado for That One Scene in ch. 20

extensive research into colleges in California, including which ones have good architecture programs since it's canon in this fic that Glinda is an architecture nerd