#like I don’t care if you rb but at least say something

[sensitivegoblin]

Tw: animal death mention (No gorey details)

Last night my baby cat died last night. He was happy and didn’t feel any pain, he went at home where he was supposed to be.

Obviously since he was my emotional support cat I’m not gonna be the same the next few days or weeks.

I’m a combination of numb and extremely wounded.

Excalibur was the only person who benefited from my existence, now my baby is gone

During the darkest of nights the only reason why I’m still here is because I had to stay alive for him.

Now all I wanna do is see him again

I’m really in a dark place right now so I’m sorry if I go awol I just….

I dunno I’m running out of energy to think and speak

But I want everyone to know that Excalibur was the goodest cat, he always took his meds and needles like a champ. He never swatted or hissed or anything he was literally a saint

That lil grey puma of mine was the best thing to ever happen to me

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ speak of the devil

synopsis. satoru and his father don’t quite get along—you don’t think it would help that case if his father walked in on you fucking on his desk right now, but satoru doesn’t seem to care at all

FIVE PLACES RB! GOJO SHOULDN’T FUCK YOU SERIES

length. 3.4k words (why did it take all day sobs)

contents. fem! reader, minors do not interact, college au, rich boy! gojo, as always it’s shameless satoru, you sit on satoru’s lap, brief fingering, dry humping, desk sex <3, clothed sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, perfect girl)

notes. to everyone who kept asking when i was gonna update this series: here it is. now don’t ask again <3

the one time you decide to surprise satoru with a visit is the one time he’s nowhere to be found—it takes you ten minutes and the help of two maids to finally find satoru in his house. as it turns out, he’s in his father’s office—the only room you’ve never been in yet.

“hey,” you murmur, “been looking for you everywhere. way to ruin my surprise.”

“baby!” he grins, perking up from his spot at the chair, setting the pen in his hand down. “you came all the way here to surprise me? you must love me so much. and think i’m hot too, right? and funny? and smart? and—”

“i’m leaving,” you tease, rolling your eyes. and then you notice the papers in front of him, peeking over his shoulder as you read over them. you understand nothing. “what’s this?”

“paperwork,” he grumbles, “old man says i have to start being more responsible for stuff if i’m gonna take over someday. what a geezer.”

you snort—satoru never runs out of insults for his father. normally, you wouldn’t encourage his comments, but….well, his father deserves them. quite a bit, in fact.

“my poor businessman,” you say sympathetically, smoothing back hair from his forehead as you cup his face. he pouts, leaning into your touch as you rub over the swell of his cheek with your thumb. “you deserve a break.”

“i know,” he whines, “i’ve been doing these for like an hour. i could’ve been playing video games with suguru. or fucking you.”

“satoru!” you gasp, pressing a hand over his lips as you eye the door and listen for any signs of anyone nearby. you turn to him and hiss, “you have too many people wandering your house for you to say that so loud.”

“not like they’ve never heard us before,” he shrugs.

well, that’s satoru for you—as shameless as ever. not only has he probably traumatized the poor maids with his insatiable horniness, but he’s not even got the tact to at least seem embarrassed. not even slightly ashamed. you scoff, shaking your head as he grins up at you cheekily.

“you’re a real case, you know that?” you say in disbelief, “i think the only surface you haven’t fucked me on is your parent’s bed. and that’s only because you love your mom enough not to do that.”

“if it was just the old man’s, i’d have fucked you on that too,” he snickers. and then he hums thoughtfully, “actually, i think i have fucked you everywhere. it’s like a bucket list.”

“satoru, you’re sick in the head.”

“the showers, the guest rooms, the kitchen, the living room, the movie room, my room, of course—oh, the game room too. and we can’t forget the backyard and the pool either. i think we got it all—wait.”

he sounds serious. you look at him with furrowed brows as you tilt your head. “what?”

“we didn’t get this room.”

oh god. he’s absolutely ridiculous—and not only that but a complete idiot, too. not only do satoru and his father not get along, but his father couldn’t disapprove of you any more than he already does. the last thing you both need is for him to walk in on his son fucking the girl he probably wants to hire a hitman to assassinate.

“oh my god,” you say exasperatedly, “toru, have you not one ounce of shame? you can’t possibly think—”

“why didn’t i think of this sooner?” he wonders out loud—and oh no. satoru has that look in his eyes, the one that’s locked in on something he wants. the spoiled side of him isn’t going to let this go. the weak part of you is probably going to have a hard time fighting him.

the unwise part of both of you will probably get you both into a whole lot of trouble.

“because it’s a bad idea. you’re a smart guy, toru,” you try to butter him up—it doesn’t seem to do much, though. “the smartest. so, so genius and intelligent, so you know this is a terrible idea, so let’s just drop it—”

“i should’ve done this way sooner,” he chuckles, looking at you in awe, “bend you right over this desk and fuck you over that fossil’s papers.”

his words are so shameless and so, so wrong. but for some odd reason, your clit aches a little at that.

“no, absolutely not—”

“can you imagine? he’s signing papers right where i had you drooling for me? he’d be so mad if he knew,” satoru cackles.

god—this should not be as appealing as it sounds. you try to throw on your best stern look, but satoru is as smart as he is sly. he can see the way you shift on your feet as he smirks up at you, and he’s already got that determined look in his eye that you know well enough.

it’s the same look he has when he decides he’s hungry—for you, that is. the same look that paints his face as he eyes you like you’re his next meal. the same look that tells you he wants you—and he’ll stop at nothing to have you.

and….well, you’ve never been good at saying no to satoru. it’s your fatal flaw.

“satoru, we should definitely not be doing any of that in here, and we definitely should not be risking making your dad—who hates that we’re dating, by the way—any more angry with us than he already is—”

“sweetheart,” he chuckles, pulling you by the wrist to fall onto his lap, “you worry too much, y’know that? i should fix that. fuck you dumb over this desk so you don’t overthink in that pretty little head you have.”

you glare at him, but he’s already got you straddling his hips, arms looped around your waist as he kisses your jaw with a hum. he’s already hard from what you can feel—the bulge pressing against your heat is hard to miss. 

“satoru—”

“save the part where you say my name for later. i haven’t even done anything yet,” he winks—and then he’s kissing you. he’s clever, you think, because kissing you is the fastest way to get you to melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls you closer. 

so close, in fact, that you can feel his cock practically twitch in his pants as you shift on top of him, dragging your clothed cunt over his aching bulge.

“this is such a bad idea, toru,” you whisper in between kisses—but not one part of you fights his touch or even attempts to pull away. he hums, pressing wet kisses along your jaw as his hands dig into your hips, moving you to grind along his hardened length. 

“yeah? you sure? let’s check, shall we?” he raises a brow, hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and brushing past your folds—wet. dripping and messy and needy, just how your pussy always seems to be when you’re with him. he grins in satisfaction and throws you that knowing look as he mumbles, “sorry, baby. this pretty little pussy of yours disagrees.”

“toru,” you gasp as he toys with your clit, rubbing slow enough circles that you whine and roll your hips, trying to get more. but satoru is a brat—always has been, right from the day he was born. he pulls his fingers away and looks at you smugly as he kisses your curled lips while you frown at him.

“want more, don’t ya?” he asks—he’s too cocky for his own good sometimes. too ridiculous and annoying and troublesome, but you’re aching to feel something, anything. preferably him, so you nod. 

“just hurry up,” you huff. your hips push against him, dragging your cunt over his cock—it’s throbbing in his pants, confined under the fabric and needy for the tightness of your walls. you gasp when he rubs against your clit, and he groans, guiding your movements with a tight grip on your hips. 

“fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, “c-could cum jus’ like this. see what you do to me?”

“‘s not me,” you tilt your head as he nips at your neck, hand trailing to cup the back of his head and keep him in place as he nibbles at the skin and pecks along the marks he leaves, “this is all your fault.”

“all my fault, huh?” he chuckles, “you make it sound like this is a bad thing.”

his hips buck up, rolling against yours and building the friction up until your both panting messes, his lips against yours as you drink in each other’s moans—your clit rubs along his length with every stutter of your hips, and his tip leaks with more pre cum every time you press harder against his cock. it’s desperate—the way he chokes on your name and the way you cling around his neck. it feels good, and the way this is all so wrong only makes it feel better. 

“‘m close, toru,” you mewl, whining as his hand slides under your shirt to massage your tit, his eyes trained on you as he hums.

“good,” he grins, eyes dark and glinting with a sick satisfaction you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him before, “cum for me, sweetheart. right here—right on this chair,” he says lowly. 

so you do—head falling back with a sharp gasp and your nails digging into his shoulder as you come undone with a loud whine. the gojo estate is big—very big. you’re sure your voice isn’t carrying through even a fraction of the place, but still, you can’t help but clamp a hand over your mouth in case anyone is nearby. 

satoru doesn’t like that, though—his hand rips yours off as he ruts his hips upwards faster, harder, pressing against you closer. “no, baby,” he chuckles, cutting himself off with a breathy moan when you press harder against his cock, “make sure you let me hear how good you feel. feels good, huh?”

“yes,” you whimper, “yes, feels so good—need more, toru. please,” you pout, looking up at him with lust-blown eyes. 

“here?” he mocks, raising a brow, “you want me to fuck you right here? in my father’s office? where he does his work? right on his desk?”

“yes, here,” you sob, “right here—please. want you so bad. need it.”

“see?” he laughs, “now you’re getting it—not so much of a bad idea, is it?”

that’s the thing about satoru—he’s too used to hearing what he wants. being told what he likes to hear. getting what he asks for. you say no, and he’s determined to change it to a yes. but yes is never enough—it’s more. always more, more, more. it’s like all rich people, you suppose. 

they just always want more.

there’s a small, reasonable voice in your head that tells you this is a bad idea. a disrespectful one, even. sure, satoru’s father has never been kind to you, let alone polite. he looks at you like you’re an eyesore, and he’s certainly said less than appropriate things about your upbringing. but that doesn’t mean you have to stoop to his level of low and do something equally as spiteful, if not more…but you’re only human. and satoru always just fucks you so well, and cumming around nothing just isn’t enough, and…well, you think it’s just karma. 

the way the world works. 

the way you and satoru work. 

so you grin, huff out a little snort before pulling him into a kiss and reaching to free his hard, leaky cock from its confinements. he whines a little into your mouth as you smear the arousal coating his tip along his length, stroking down and squeezing at the base. 

“okay,” you whisper against his lips, “fuck me toru. right here—right on his desk.”

that, evidently, is all it takes—one second you’re comfortably sitting on his legs, pants soaked with his bulge pressed against your core, and the next second you hear his hand swipe papers off the surface to fall to the floor as your back is pressed against the cool wood. he doesn’t even bother with your clothes, just tugs both of your pants down your thighs that it’s enough. satoru has always been impatient too—doesn’t like to wait for anything when he can take it when he wants. 

you can feel him close, hovering over you. he’s warm—where his cock presses against your thigh, where his breath fans over your lips, where his hands grab your wrists and pin them over your head. he’s warm, and your head spins, and you need him filling you to the brim right now.

“anything you want, you get, sweetheart,” he murmurs, grinning sickeningly sweet, “can’t say no to my baby. what kind of boyfriend would i be?” you feel him bump his tip against your clit, making you gasp before he drags the head of his cock along your folds—they’re wet and slick from your arousal, coating his tip before he’s slowly pushing in. you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck as he groans lowly. “can never get used to this,” he breathes, “never get used to this pussy. just takes me so well. fit in like i was made just to fuck you.”

“toru, t-toru—oh,” you squeal when he slides the rest of his length to fill you, buried to the hilt as your walls flutter around him. it’s nothing new, but it’s never something you’re prepared for all the same. how thick he is, how perfectly he hits that spot in the back of your walls, how full he makes you feel. it makes your legs wrap around his waist and pull him forward, closer, deeper. “more, toru—move, please.”

“nuh uh,” he drawls, kissing your cheeks, “first you gotta tell me how much you love me.”

“satoru,” you hiss in disbelief, “are you kidding—”

“c’mon, say it,” he giggles, “love you, toru. love how you fuck me so good everywhere in your house and make me feel like a princess. you’re the best boyfriend ever and i’ll die without your cock—”

“i love you toru,” you smile sweetly, “you know what i love more, though? when you’re too busy making pretty sounds for me instead of talking so much.”

that makes him shudder—makes him curse under his breath as your walls flutter impatiently around him. he’s aching—hot and swollen in your dripping cunt, balls heavy with cum that he needs to empty into your pussy because it was made to take him. every inch of him.

“you’re gonna be the death of me,” he breathes out shakily, “know that? gonna kill me one of these days.”

“good,” you hum before rolling your hips and making his breath hitch, “now move, baby. wanna feel you.” 

he does—pulls his hips back so that he’s just almost pulled out completely before he slams back into you, pressing against your sweet spot with his tip in the way only satoru knows how. only he knows you this well, only he knows your body so well. he knows where to kiss and hold and touch to make your eyes flutter shut, and your mouth fall open, wanton moans falling past your lips without a care in the world who can hear. 

“so tight, baby,” he whines, “god you’re so perfect—my perfect girl.”

“so full,” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders, pulling at his hair, pulling him closer and closer and closer until not even air can fill the space between you. “feel so good, toru—fuck.”

“look at you,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “‘s a shame you can’t see what i see. then you’d know why i can’t keep my hands off’a you—’s impossible.”

you can’t speak—all you can offer him as he’s bullying his thick girth into you is a pathetic whine as his veins drag along your walls, as his navel bumps along your clit and has your head thrown back against the table. there’s slick smeared along your inner thigh, the wet sound of his cock fucking into you ringing in your ears along with his deep groans as he pants harshly against your ear. you can feel his breath against your skin, can feel the goosebumps and the flutter of your walls every time he makes a pretty little sound for you as you squeeze around him. 

“love you, toru,” you mewl—you can’t help but say it, can’t help but remind him when he pushes into you like he was always meant to fit right there, like he was always meant to feel you as you feel him too. and if his rotten, greedy, stuck-up father with a receding hairline can’t see that you love satoru, maybe you’ll just have to fuck him right where he can find you just to drill the image into his mind. 

“love you too,” he says between moans, face digging into your neck as your hand cradles the back of his head, keeping him right there, keeping him close against you like he should never be anywhere else, “love my perfect, perfect girl. feel me? feel what you do to me?”

you nod between sharp gasps and soft cries of his name—he looks down at you in wonder, at the way your lips look when they murmur that sweet little cry of toru!, at the way your pussy sucks him in and hugs too tightly around him, at the way you look so good with the slight sheen of sweat on your face. 

his hips roll, a little sloppy in rhythm now, but still just as hard and deep as before. he can sense it—the way you’re just about to fall apart on his cock, just like you always do. so he presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that make you cling to him tighter as you cry out another sweet string of toru, toru—more!

“you close, sweetheart? gonna cum for me? ‘m close—gonna fill you up. want that, don’t you?”

“yeah,” you breathe, kissing him with hot, open-mouthed kisses that he returns, “yeah i wan’ you to fill me up, toru—gonna cum. ‘m so close—f-fuck, so close, baby.”

you know he is too, the way his cock twitches and the way his hips are desperate in the way they roll into you tells you he’s just as close to falling apart as you are. you push your hips up to meet his thrusts, pushing him impossibly deeper into your cunt before you feel the coil snap as you cum—hard. your walls flutter around him, spasming and squeezing around him that his bottom lip is tugged between his teeth as he inhales sharply.

“f-fuck, baby—’m gonna…” he doesn’t get to finish before you feel his cock twitch and the first drop of cum fills you. it’s hot and thick, every rope he fucks into you, leaking past his tip and painting your walls white. you can feel the mess he makes—can feel the drops leak and smear along your inner thighs as he slams into you with choked whines of your name. “g-good—’s so good, you feel so good,” he says breathlessly, face digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his arms tremble over you.

the wood is hard against you, makes your back ache slightly—but it’s not nearly as bad as satoru is good. you can’t think of anything else but the way he fucks you both through your highs until your legs are begging to press shut from the oversensitivity. 

it’s silent for a bit once you’ve finished—save for the harsh, labored panting as you both calm down and catch your breaths. satoru is still buried with his nose pressed against your neck, your hand rubbing over his back slowly.

“your maids must hate us,” you mumble, “and if your mother hears? we can never show her our faces again.”

“she’s probably dead to the world and watching her reality shows,” he snorts, “we’ll be fine.”

“well, we should clean up and leave before your dad—”

“oh look, speak of the devil. he’s just in time,” satoru snickers as he cuts you off, looking over at the window as an expensive car drives up to the house, “think we can get these papers organized before he comes up here? maybe we should just leave ‘em to make him mad.”

“you’re crazy,” you say in disbelief. and then— “i think we should leave them there. make them his problem.”

you think you’ve just watched satoru fall in love with you all over again at that.

i hate this fic but hopefully i come back one week later and reread it and think wow i ate w this. sometimes i do that. but if i don’t: if all of you donate one dollar to my family they can afford my funeral for when i drink bleach

[gor3-hound]

CRY FOR ABSOLUTION - LEON S. KENNEDY

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

a/n: heyyy :3 had to make the priest collar edit on picsart so don't look at it too close... um... title from 'absolution' by ghost. thank you @ottermarbles for beta reading !! been working on this slowly while writing commissions... finally here !! rbs and feedback appreciated as always <3

cw: 18+ content, priest!leon, non-religious!reader, dead dove, non-con to dub-con to non-con, victim turned perpetrator, forced breeding, mentions of forcing marriage, religious themes, p in v, creampie, degradation, name calling, breath play

word count: 1.6k words

Leon can sense your presence in the church before he sees you. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, his whole body going rigid. He starts murmuring under his breath, eyes shut as he recites the prayer. He’d tried countless times to pray to the Virgin Mary, to strengthen his faith in God so he may resist your advances. To Saint Mary Magdalene, to guide you away from your life of sin. To God Himself to plead that you would leave him alone.

He was sure you were the Devil. Almost certain that you were some cruel test that God had bestowed on him.

He grips the rosary dangling around his neck as your footsteps get closer, whispering one final prayer to God, a desperate plea to give him strength before he faces you, hands trembling as his eyes open to meet yours. Leon couldn’t quite understand how you always managed to avoid the crowds, to worm your way into the Church between services, narrowly avoiding the other priests. You did not care for them, for your faith. You had your eyes set on Leon, a succubus in the flesh that had targeted him so callously.

”While I appreciate your dedication to the Church, I’m afraid the service has already drawn to a close, and there is a lot of work for me to get through before tonight’s service. Perhaps if you return later with the other parishioners, we can s-“

”Father, I hoped to speak to you before the service.” You say as you stalk closer, your heated gaze trailing him. He almost doesn’t hear you speak, the ringing in his ears dampening the sound around him, making your voice nothing more than a faint echo. He’s looking at you, but he’s not seeing you. His gaze is far away as he tries to think of something, anything else. A lump forms in his throat that he cannot dislodge no matter how hard he tries, swallowing to attempt to clear the passage enough so that he felt he could breathe, but with no success. His vision blurs, and he vaguely registers the tears forming in his eyes as you coo, cupping his cheek to wipe the few that fall.

”Please,” he whispers, voice cracking as he gazes at you fully, your face slowly coming into focus. What did he do to deserve this? He was a good man, wasn’t he? He’d tried his best to help the less fortunate, to be kind to everyone he spoke with. Had he committed some sin without realising it? Some blight against God that meant he deserved this? "Please, I don’t want this. You’re misguided, that's all. I can help you. You don’t have to do this.”

As always, his protests fall on deaf ears. He feels the steady stream of tears running down his face, brows pinching together as you back him up into the confessional. His chest continues to grow tighter and tighter until his lungs constrict painfully with each breath. The air gets caught in his throat and makes him choke, his brain shutting down as he just lets you free him from his vestments and tug down his trousers. He's glad to be rid of the collar, at the very least. It feels less like God was bearing down on his throat to drag him to Hell for letting this happen.

The first sob forces its way from his chest as your lips wrap around his cock. He wishes that he could hate the way it felt. It makes him nauseous - makes his head spin, but it feels good. He's at war with himself as to what this means, if enjoying the wet warmth wrapped around him means he's no better than you. He closes his eyes and clenches his fists as he tries to distance himself from your touch.

You pull yourself off of his cock with a pop, rustling around for something in your pocket. The crinkle of a packet has his eyes snapping open again, his eyes honing in on the foil you're holding up between two fingers. Panic seeps into his very core, his breath coming out in harsh puffs. “Thought we could try something new.” You say with a giggle, like it's the most normal thing in the world.

No. No, this couldn't happen to him. He's a priest - he's meant to stay far, far away from the pleasures of the flesh. He had to do something, anything to stop you. He swallows hard, eyes flickering around the confessional, trying to figure a way out of this before you lead him down a path of sin.

Leon isn't sure what happened. One minute, you were tearing open the condom with your teeth, and the next minute, he pounced. His hand gripped your throat to pin you down in the confessional, squeezing tight. His eyes are wide, almost feral as they meet yours, his free hand yanking your underwear down. His movements are clumsy as he prods as your cunt, trying to push his way in. After a few attempts, he manages to hook the tip on your entrance, and he slides home in one thrust.

“Oh.” He breathes out, eyes squeezing shut again. Maybe God wasn't testing him. Maybe this was his reward for being a good follower - all he had to do was breed this pussy full and wed you, and he'd be able to do this as many times as he pleased.

No. This was a test. He must have passed. He succeeded, and this was his reward. A pretty housewife for him to keep bred and safe in his grasp. A woman to cure his cold, lonely nights. He could finally have the family he always wanted. He was angry at you now, yes, but he would forgive you when you accepted his proposal and his seed.

“Temptress.” He hisses between gritted teeth, the hand on your throat tightening. The pressure against your windpipe is bruising, leaving you desperately trying to gasp in breaths through too tight of a passage. “Indecent whore. This is what you wanted, wasn't it? You didn't care when I told you ‘no’, did you? No? Then take it.”

He scoffs as you plead for him to stop again, his brows narrowing in frustration. He didn't want to do this. Leon was a good man. He was a holy man. He couldn't let you ruin him. What if the word of this got out?

“You wanted to ruin me, didn't you? You thought you couldn't take what you wanted from me without consequences? That… fuck… that God wouldn't punish your sins? I'm going to make you take my seed. You're going to be my pretty little wife, and no one will hear about this.”

He thrusts forward particularly violently after his words, his grip on your throat tightening enough that you start thrashing, cunt clenching around his cock enough that he has to halt his movements to stop himself from cumming too soon.

“If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will drag you down into the deepest depths of Hell with me. I swear it on the Lord Himself.” He grits out, finally releasing his hold on your throat.

He ignores your protests, a muddy mix of guilt and anger swirling in his chest with each plea that falls from your lips. You had shown him no mercy, and yet you expect him to spare you? You were nothing more than a Godless nymph. He would show you the light.

“Do you know your prayers, hmm?” He coos, gripping your chin. The pads of his fingers dig into your cheeks harshly, drawing a pained moan from you. He starts fucking into you again now that his orgasm has fully subsided, letting out a shaky breath at the drag of his length against your gummy walls. “No, of course. You have no respect for the house of the Lord - you just wish to defile it.”

He lets go of your face to hitch your legs over his waist, breaths coming out in heavy pants as he pistons his hips into you, sweat beading against his skin from exertion, bangs stuck flat against his forehead. “Repeat after me.”

‘Lord God, in your goodness have mercy on me:’

The words fall past your lips in a daze as you repeat them, his hand reaching up to your throat again, but not squeezing. A warning to continue as he speaks the next line.

‘Do not look on my sins, but take away all my guilt.’

He's close now, barely able to hold back as he ruts into you helplessly, reduced to nothing more than a dog in heat as you clench around his cock.

‘Create in me a clean heart and renew within me an upright spirit.’

His hips stutter as you repeat the last words of Contrition back to him, his head dropping to the crook of your shoulder as he gasps out sharp breaths. His cock jumps as he orgasms, stuffing you full of his cum with a noise more akin to a whimper than a moan.

He leans back, eyes taking in your appearance. There was some kind of sick satisfaction seeing you broken like this, knowing God had allowed him to take back the part of him you had aimed to destroy.

You would be his. He would keep you as his wife, his prize. He was given a chance to relinquish the sins you had bestowed upon him.

He would not let the opportunity pass.

[lunaavity]

hits different - diluc ragnvindr

— diluc can easily dismiss everyone in his life without a second thought, no one ever stays long enough for him to care anyways. but there's something about you that makes him miss you when you've gotten too far away from him for his liking.

— or diluc missing you :(

wc - 2.5k

notes - happy birthday diluc ueyeyeguwhs i just finished this LMAO i love taylor i just had to do this with diluc!!! rbs and comments help me alot!!

oh my, love is a lie. shit my friends say to get me by.

“Diluc, my brother, how long is it going to take you to get over her?” Kaeya begins as he slightly slurs his words.

The scowl on diluc’s face deepens at kaeya’s remarks. He roughly shoves a glass of water in front of his brother, hoping the drink will make him sober up and leave the tavern already.

A drunkard stumbles his way to diluc, cheeks flushed and smelling like bottles of alcohol. Diluc’s face feigns indifference when he asks for another glass, like he didn’t already have 3 bottles worth of alcohol this evening alone. At the end of the day, money was flowing into his pockets because of their poor choices, should he really be judging them?

“If you have nothing better to do, sober up and leave.” Diluc said coldly before turning his back at Kaeya, filling a glass with alcohol as per the customer's request.

“Ouch, you almost made me feel unwanted here, brother.” Kaeya feigns hurt as he rubs a hand over his left chest where his covered heart was. Sarcasm dripping off his words.

“Why the scowl? Is this about y/n again?”

Kaeya’s words struck a knife into Diluc’s already battered heart, not knowing what to say, Diluc didn't respond. Instead, he busies himself with attending to customers, drunk and sober. Seeing as his brother has no qualms to respond, Kaeya continues.

“I don’t understand you two, it’s so very obvious to everyone here that you two still have feelings for each other, why suffer in silence? Get her back!”

Kaeya’s sudden exclamation made the bar rowdy, drunkards yelling, supporting him. Apparently, the whole bar had been listening in on their conversation somehow. People began shouting over each other, your name was heard and muttered all throughout the bar. The loud voices made diluc’s face sour. A gesture of crossed arms and a sharp look towards the little brother had him sheepishly smile at the red head.

“Calm down, calm down. Our Diluc can’t plan to court her if you guys are noisy, right?” Kaeya’s statement had the crowd quiet down, but whispers still spread. Diluc could only hope that you won’t hear a word of this.

A small smile could only be shyly given to the red head. Kaeya slumps back in his seat in front of Diluc, embarrassment already eating him up from the inside. Diluc could only furrow his eyebrows at the sudden silence from the younger brother.

“I- I mean, am i wrong? You should go after her!” Kaeya attempts to continue their conversation, voice lowered in volume as he learnt his lesson from before. Diluc was not a public man, he preferred to be in the shadows rather than the spotlight. The least he could do as his younger brother was respect his privacy and not yell his business out to a bunch of townsfolk that would surely gossip in their free time.

“It’s not that simple, Kaeya.” Diluc answers with a short sentence, hoping that will be enough to satiate the sudden interest Kaeya has in his past relationship with you. He busies himself with cleaning more beer glasses, wiping the inside of them with a dry cloth and stacking them up.

The look on Kaeya’s face indicates that the interest was indeed, not satiated. Diluc can feel the rise of pressure settling on his chest. He would prefer not to talk about you during the only time he tried hard to not be reminded of you. The noisiness of the tavern and the constant orders from the customers served as a way to block his train of thoughts and solely focus on the task at hand, away from the thoughts of you.

“If you’re scared that she won’t accept you, brother. trust me. She yearns for you.”

Kaeya’s word made diluc stop in his tracks. Yearns for him? What was he—

Thump

Kaeya’s head went as he laid on the bar’s table. Of course, Kaeya was drunk. Floored, even. Diluc could only sigh as he glanced at his little brother. The watch on his wrists shows the time, 2:54 a.m No wonder Kaeya fell asleep.

The words uttered by Kaeya seconds ago plagued Diluc’s mind. You yearn for him?

It hits different, it hits different this time.

Diluc could only watch from afar as Huffman pushes a bouquet of flowers towards you, face flushed and red. You looked surprised, startled even. The sun behind you shone an orange glow on your face, making you seemingly ethereal, but even without the sunlight, your beauty was apparent to all, especially Diluc. You sheepishly took the bouquet from Huffman and awkwardly smiled.

Diluc’s hand formed a fist, one that was drawing crescents into his palm. He couldn’t hear what you were saying to the knight, but your words seem to bleed rejection as Huffman’s face drops. The bouquet in your arms consisted of dandelions and calla lilies, which made Diluc scoff. It was common knowledge you liked cecilia’s, in fact, you were surrounded by them as you stood on starsnatch cliff.

The small smile that he let out wasn’t supposed to show on his face, but the reassurance washed over him like waves. Before he could stop himself, he began walking towards you. The sounds of footsteps made your head turn, only to be greeted with the uncrowned king of Mondstadt.

“y/n, i acquire your expertise in a few matters. Care to join me this evening?” Diluc offers a small smile towards you, one hand behind his back to make his claymore appear. A cold stare was given to Huffman as he stared him down, eyes seizing him up. Fear was apparent on Huffman’s face as he caught a glimpse of the now materialised weapon. Diluc turned back to you, cold stare dropped and a smile beckoning his lips.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Diluc asks you, promptly ignoring Huffman beside him. The waves of dejection from Huffman could be felt even as Diluc was facing you. He muttered a meek no, before disappointedly trudging back to mondstadt, head hung low. Diluc could only watch in amusement, eyes twinkling with mischief. A smack from you made him turn back to look at you, clearly a disapproved look.

“That was rude, luc.” The nickname created by you made his heart flutter and butterflies erupt in his stomach. It’s been so long since he heard you call him that, 2 months and 17 days to be exact. The surprise on your face said it all, the nickname flew out of your mouth without second thought, almost like a reflex.

A small hum was his only reply to you. As much as he wanted to, the feeling of a smile surfaced on his smile, making it very apparent to you how satisfied he is with himself.

Catastrophic blues, moving on was always easy for me to do.

Sighs escaped his red lips as his vision blurs. Words displayed on the proposal paper seemed to not matter as his brain refused to comprehend anything written in front of him. His hand ruffles his hair, frustration urges him to pull his hair out, but he digresses. He rests his head in his hands, restlessness overcoming him. Since this morning, thoughts of you had him occupied. What were you doing? How was your day? Have you eaten yet? What new shampoo did you use? Your hair had smelled like peaches instead of coconut the last time he saw you, what was the reason for the switch?

Every corner of his brain was filled with the remains of you, and he didn’t know how to function without you by his side. The once warm bed that accompanied him throughout the night had turned cold with your presence no longer there. Meals eaten alone on the floating kitchen island rather than the dining table, because what’s the use of all the extra chairs, if it only reminds him how lonely he is without you?

You constantly plague his mind, day and night without fail. You’ve bewitched him to the point he feels going insane with the absence of you. Every encounter between the two of you he cherishes, because he knows it is far and between the two of you interact, unlike before when he would awaken to you by his side, hands intertwined. A knock on his door startles him as he shoots up, the door opens to reveal adelinde, which makes Diluc slump back into his chair.

“Master Diluc, lunch is ready for you.”

“Wrap it up, I need to take a breath of fresh air.” His hand flies to his collar to loosen it up, the room felt suffocating all of a sudden. Adelinde left his room without a word, and Diluc was left alone to bask in the silence. Wordlessly, he began cleaning up his desk. Sorting out the papers into one stack so he could deal with them later.

Under all of the papers, a romance novel laid untouched. A gift from you. He thought he lost the book, he had searched far and low, starting from his bookshelf filled with books to the backyard near the grapevines, but to no avail, the book wasn’t anywhere. Now, it appeared right in front of him, at a very obvious spot no less. Was this a sign somewhat? He couldn’t figure it out.

Book in hand, he began heading outside to the benches outside. He never got the chance to begin reading the book, today seems like a nice day to relax and unwind, the papers could be handled later.

It hits different, it hits different cause its you.

“and the winner is…drumroll please!!”

The surrounding mondstadters began clapping their hands in sync, some stomping their feet with enthusiasm. Sara held the mic closer to her mouth obviously ready to announce the winner. You were standing by Sara's side as one of the cooking competitors. Diluc could sense the nervousness radiating off you, so he did what he would do to any of his friends to calm them down, he grabbed your hand.

Hand in hand, the both of you looked at each other. you looked at diluc in shock, not sure what to say. But diuc simply smiled at you, and looked back at sara as she was about to announce the winner.

beside sara, it was jean and barbara. the both of them entered the cooking competition together just as diluc and you did. While they prepared a slightly better version of the mushroom pizza, you and Diluc decided to make a dish that diluc was a master at, called ‘once upon a time in mondstadt’

Diluc could feel your stare drop down to the intertwined hand resting in between the both of you. He squeezed your hand once, twice and looked at you for a returning squeeze with a fond smile. with blushed cheeks, you squeezed his hands twice, before turning back to sara and the crowd in front of you.

“The winner is…..diluc and yn!! congrats to the couple!”

Diluc slightly smiles at Sara’s words, and he makes no attempt to correct her or even indicate that her statement was false. Claps surround the both of you as Diluc pulls you to Sara. With her was the prize for the competition, two big pots suitable for cooking. He takes one of the pot and hands it to you, while he takes the slightly bigger pot for him to hold.

Cameras start flashing at the both of you as mondstadt journalists start flooding the scene. Slowly, the crowd starts to disperse bit by bit until it was just you and Diluc, with a few other people cleaning up the venue in the background.

“Great job there, luc. I couldn’t have done it without you.” You say as the two of you begin heading to your house, the sun slowly settling below the earth as the sunset fills the sky with a orangey hue.

“You did all the cooking and innovation, I only helped a bit.” he replies, and it was true. He helped you with the recipe and amount while you did most of the cooking. He could’ve just been labelled as moral support for you, staying by your side when you need him.

“Don’t downgrade yourself like that, you helped a lot. Like really, a lot. I don’t think I would've even entered the competition if it wasn’t for you.” you confess to him. Diluc smiles slightly, he finds himself doing a lot of that recently.

After the incident where he saved you (not really) from huffman, the two of you have been more comfortable with each other. Meeting with each other more often, having lunches, dropping by your house to give you grapes, or a drink that he wants you to taste test. You even dropped by the tavern one time, which made the whole tavern start buzzing with gossip.

Conversation flows between the two of you freely, like before. Diluc could even say that the two of you could consider each other ‘friends’ now. Though he wants more than that, he understands you need time. And he’s willing to wait. Even if it takes years, he’s willing to wait for you to fall back into his embrace.

Because that’s what Diluc realised about you, you were hesitant. Hesitant to let him too close, hesitant to let him back into your life, hesitant to let him love you like he used to.

“I finally had time to read the book you gifted me.” Diluc shifts the topic, hoping you would pick up on the signs he was trying to send to you.

“Oh really? It’s been so long since I gave you that. How was it?” You quipped, interested.

“It was…lovely. It was something out of my usual field of books, but I still enjoyed it. In fact—”

Stifled giggles dawned on him as you laughed quietly beside him. He could only look at you with a confused expression, waiting for you to explain.

“You don’t have to lie, luc. That book was horrible.”

You said in between laughs, still giggling.

Did you….trick him? What was happening? When you gave him the book, you were gushing about how it was the best that you’ve read, and how you long for a romance like the main characters in the book. He huffs when he realises what has happen. You did trick him.

“In that case, yes it was horrible. Idiotic even. Who the hell runs away with a man they just met a week ago because their mother didn’t approve of their love? she just proved why the mother should’ve not approved of the man!” Diluc begins to voice out his true opinions, and you begin to laugh.

Your laugh makes Diluc realise how much he longed for you. The way your hand covers your face as you laugh had him wanting to hold your hand by your side so he could see your face unfiltered. The burn in his stomach spreads wildly as he watches you bask in your laughter, his cheeks tinge red at the knowledge that he made you laugh. he made you laugh. he realised now, that no matter how hard life is, or no matter how long it has been, diluc will always yearn for you, the way you secretly yearn for him too.

[fahbev]

Babs, Bruce and Danny in my dpxdc merfolk au!!!

argh, plz excuse the poorly edited photo lmao- lost a lot of detail TvT

Babs has her info Here. But this is her design! I’m not actually entirely sure if any of these designs are final, i might tweak them, but here she is! I gave her necklaces.

Bruce is based on a leatherback sea turtle! The spots aren’t actually super accurate to a leatherback’s underside, but if you look at it a little harder... you may find a fun little easter egg. It’s subtle... or at least i tried to make it that way. (If people don’t get it i’ll explain in a rb lol) Did you know that leatherback sea turtles can be up to 880 pounds? Idk what that is in metric but that’s roughly 7 and a half Bahfevs. They’re also much more triangular/less round than other turtles, so I reflected that in his design. And ofc, Bruce and Damian are both sea turtles bc they’re related. But they’re different sea turtle species so it doesn’t make much sense. Who gives a flip. What’s Talia, you ask? To that I say: 🤷‍♀️

(Side note: apparently, I’ve conditioned myself so I can’t draw nuetral expressions. It’s gotta have some emotion or else it looks wrong, and it feels natural to always have something going on there. So... drawing Stoic McStoicface here was a pain in the penis. He kinda has an expression anyway lol)

Danny is based on a ghost knife fish! I’ll be honest, i didn’t even know these existed until I looked up “ghost fish” in the hopes of finding something thematic. But then... omg! They’re black with little white accents? Like Danny’s design? And they have cool, funky bodies? AND they produce electricity!?? That’s so FKING COOL! I’ll have to do more research, but so far i’m pretty sure they don’t produce enough electricity to hurt someone. They are related to electric eels though! I first learned that electric eels were knife fish and not true eels when I was researching the moray eel for Duke. Funny how that connects!

Danny’s story under the cut!

Heehoo!

Okay so basically: Danny went diving to gather pearls because he wanted to make his parents happy/proud. While he was diving, His foot got caught in a rock and he couldn’t get it out. He panicked and he begged— to who? God, maybe? The universe, or the ocean? Maybe just begging fate or any higher power that could be out there, he doesn’t know. His only prayer was “Don’t let me drown!”. Unbeknownst to him, one of the pearls he’d grabbed was a magic, wish granting pearl. They’re rare enough that humans don’t even have legends of them... but the merfolk do ;).

The pearl took his very non-specific wish and decided to give him a tail and gills. He swam back up in a panic, and saw his new tail. Of course, this is a very horrifying thing to happen. But in less than a minute... it was already starting to dry off. As it dried, it turned back into skin.

Now, Danny has to be extremely careful not to get his legs or hair wet when he’s near people, because he’ll turn back into a merboy.

i... probably should have given him a shirt? He’d be wearing it, right? But i also did need to see what I was doing with that fin thing lol. I mean, a shirt would get annoying with that fin- he’d probably take it off. Tbh he’d probably have it off when swimming in general? Idk.

So: funny thing that happened when I was drawing Danny:

A first grader came up to me while I had it open on my desk, and she was like:

“Oh my god, that’s so good! Like, how did you even draw that?”

so I was like: “Oh thank you! ❤️”

And I think she asked again “How did you even draw that?”

so I was a little confused on how to answer, so I said:

“Well, I used my pencil...” and held up my pencil—

and then she got distracted by a spinny chair.

She’s so precious omg 🥰

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Hunter (Space Dont Dictate Fate AU)

So very simply this is not gonna be a serious thing this is just shits and giggles. Yes this is what I decided to waste my time on but it's been hell of a week and I needed a breather.

Brief synopsis: Cosma is friends with Tharion and Arc and encounters an older woman named Greeter that she begins to fall for and obsess over.

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

Cosma sat off to the side, sitting on a rug Tharion forced her to get weeks ago. She’d irritatedly admitted to him that she was actually using it, though she threatened to hit him with it in the store. The thing a little cushioning from the hardwood floors she resisted stretching out across. She couldn’t remember how she convinced them to suffer in her studio apartment with her. But she accepted the company from them since she should probably welcome the general camaraderie of her friends. 

“Alright, tell us about your infatuation,” Tharion said guiding Arc to the couch part of her loft bed with a singular finger. 

Cosma’s space felt a bit cramped with just her in it. She couldn’t help but feel a little restricted as her friends moved around her. Thankful that she at least had high ceilings so she wouldn’t bash her head into the ceiling from her elevated mattress. A couple glow in the dark stars threatening to peel off the ceiling and crash pathetically to the floor. She had one fall in her open tumbler of coffee just this morning. Drinking it regardless in front of the faded print plastered to the wall behind her. And a shitty little projector she used to watch movies. Crammed into the space with them and the loft.

She stretched her arms high above her head and bit her bottom lip in attempts to hold back a smile. 

“Describe them? A butch cougar with sunburnt skin and eyes that say ‘You would pay me to spit on you.’ Cosma said with ease, picking at her own sunburn, “And I would. She’s right.”

Tharion stared at the woman in silence. He’d need a couple of minutes to even think over what this woman just said. 

“Cougar? Not a milf?” Arc asked. 

“They might be too old to be a milf,” Tharion said picking at his nail polish, unbothered by Arc sucking their teeth or Cosma’s unamused huff.

“I can’t imagine them having kids. I don’t think I’d even really trust them with kids.” Cosma admitted scratching at the shaved sides of her scalp, careful not to disturb the mohawk. 

Both Tharion and Arc stared straight at her now. Waiting for her to elaborate. Arc a little more impatient as he made a hurry up motion with his hand. 

“She’d definitely beat the snot out of a kid. You can see it in their face. The only thing she’d get close to mothering is me.”

“Cosma sweetie. How is that better?” Tharion questioned mildly amused, throwing his head back over the back of the couch. 

“I mean I’d punch a kid too.” 

Arc groaned into their hands muttering something unintelligible. Tharion let Arc brew in their thoughts on the matter. Knowing they were never really one for romance or Cosma’s thought process. Cosma’s thoughts were pretending to be straightforward but far too easy to overcomplicate when it came to things like this. So this combination was a force for sure. Tharion wasn't sure how to feel about her aggressive streak. But wasn’t surprised that it followed her through all facets of her life. Hell, he thought it was just as impressive as it was funny. 

Arc briefly broke from their stupor speaking up so they could be heard over their hands, “Also cougar? So she’s preying on you?” 

“Not really preying if I like the chase,” Cosma let the grin slip that time, flashing some teeth, “I’ve already got her attention all I need to do is keep it.”

“You’re gonna bait and chase the cougar? I think I should feel bad for you— but it feels like calling the cops would save her from you.” Tharion’s lip curled in disgust as he spoke. 

The judgment in his tone washed over her in torrents. She let it wash over her with ease though. She had gotten way too used to it by now. 

“I think… I think I’m still stuck on your description,” Arc chimed in, absentmindedly chewing on his shirt collar. 

“Why?” Cosma asked, voice pitching higher in mild confusion. 

“I don’t think half of the shit you said was normal. Or like nice?” More of Arc’s shirt was being pulled into his mouth as he talked, shirt collar crumpled and soaked— a bad habit Cosma was good at triggering it seemed. 

Tharion flicked Arc’s forehead. Lifting his head then to stare at Cosma. Arc grumbled and chewed on their thumbnail instead, the bitter taste of the nail polish not enough to fend them off.

“You know Arc’s right.” 

“Thank you fellow sane person. Because what does her looking like she’d spit on you even look like?”

Cosma’s face scrunched at the interrogation but she did think on it. Flushing a little at the memory of the older woman locking eyes with her in the middle of yard work and the proud grin stretching across her face. The cougar’s shoulder’s plenty broad to hold Cosma’s large frame. She was almost sure the silver haired woman would happily welcome the challenge.

“Intense,” Cosma answered simply.

“So you’re manifesting and projecting,” Tharion stated. 

Cosma growled at him, ready to go on the defensive. Quickly deciding it wasn’t worth it. 

She rolled her eyes a bit, “I guess manifesting.” 

“They might be the same in this situation.” Tharion teased, ripping a chuckle from Arc. 

“You’re fucking terrifying Cosma,” Arc stated, resting their hand in their palm. 

“That poor person has to be terrifying too if they want Cosma like she’s claiming.”

Cosma rolled her eyes again, mostly at Tharion, “I’ve always liked my partners devoted,” She hummed a little, “She’s pretty passionate too.” 

“Partner? You wanna date the scary butch?!” Arc looked to Cosma in horror now. 

Arc wasn’t sure they could handle two aggressive weirdos. Cosma was already taxing on a good day. 

Cosma grinned, all teeth. It felt more like she was baring all her teeth. Taunting them. The older woman did the same after a few minutes of conversation, right after turning her head to spit onto the sidewalk. Their teeth as bright as their eyes. Cosma could tell even with the sweat running into her eyes. Allowing strong hands to curiously trace over the Cosma’s tattoos they had been praising. 

“Her name’s Greeter. And she’s going to be mine.” 

“What can we do to convince you this is stupid?” Arc asked, tilting his head. 

“You won’t. Either I get her or she gets me.” 

Tharion laid his head back over the couch. He laughed a little knowing she wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t help but think about the two idiots going after each other like a competition. Then again understanding Cosma was a sport he wasn’t fully trained in. Only watching from the seats that get the sweat and blood flung on them. But hey it was more fun that way.

“Good luck, hunter.” Tharion said grinning at Cosma’s excited chuckle. 

[lestappenforever]

After an epic race (yes it was epic, and not just because Red Bull dominated, but because of the racing you RBR haters), here’s my analysis of it (I can’t believe I woke up at 7 and focused but it’s what you do for the thing you love/want to achieve)

Let’s start with the homeboy who the word impressive doesn’t even begin to describe or explain how amazing he raced today, starting p10, loosing position at the standing start, regaining and overtaking in the S’s of Suzuka, which by the way everyone was beyond impressed by, and just his overall race today showed how much he grew, especially after Pierre left AT. He’s taking on that leader role, despite being the younger driver, but what he’s doing so far this season is something that he should be proud of, and should not be turned a blind eye to (I’m looking at you Helmut Marko).

Continuing with RB, Daniel actually had a decent weekend, till that crash of course, but what was he to do, narrowest part of track, and he was looking at his mirrors, Alex is the one who came out of nowhere in Daniel’s blind spot, and they both couldn’t do anything.

There is something wrong about Logan’s car/chassis. Simple and easy, and Williams are, as we say in Egyptian Arabic, just being/acting stupid. He did well, considering his confidence that is, most probably, shaken. But that car DOES NOT TURN. Its not just a touch of understeer, its Logan turning the steering wheel almost all the way, and the car not moving as he wants. Justice for my boy if we’re being honest (Since Australia, I’m a Logan defender till the day I die, especially because this is not the Williams or James that was “we’ll take care of you and trust you” its the “Valtteri it’s James” and I’m here for it)

There is something wrong with that Mercedes power-unit, after 4 races, I can kind of actually see it very clearly. These cars don’t have the straight line speed or sometimes the speed in general to be competitive, and the only reason one of the cars with the pu was on a podium was because Max DNFed

McLaren were going good, until they royally fucked up Lando’s strategy. Like he was going good, tyres were good and he was managing them well in order to pit with the front of the pact, but then they pit him with Charles, to “undercut George” which failed and made him loose positions, yeah they pulled a Ferrari to be honest, and what sucks is that this is a McLaren-friendly track. Oscar did all he could, but in all honesty, at the end of this race, it was experience over all else, which allowed the race to end in Fernando, George, Oscar. And no, I’m not saying Oscar had a bad race, quiet the opposite, but Fernando defended him well, and George just used his more experience to make a move on Oscar when the time was right, and it worked.

Ferrari. Ferrari oh Ferrari, what the Fuck have you done? Granted, Carlos had a good race, but not a podium finish, he wasn’t that impressive, it was just Ferrari pulling a Ferrari, fucking up Charles’ strategy and race by telling him “we’re not racing Carlos” but then telling Carlos to race?! This is the real reason why I didn’t want Charles to renew with Ferrari, because they never fucking learn. And honestly as I said it earlier, Jules would be incredibly proud of Charles’ drive today, because in all honesty, everyone is, even Max and Checo who are now the biggest Charles defenders in the cooldown room and I’m gere for it.

The rest of the grid honestly didn’t have that much , Mercedes not doing well on strategy, it was just driver talent especially at the end of the race, Aston were good, with Fernando defending and Lance’s overtakes, despite the car not being that good (again discussed in the merc pu), Alpine are on a slow and steady climb, though still the slowest, at least they’re able to reach Q2s with Esteban, who is surprisingly performing better than Pierre, Haas didn’t do great, overtakes and overall performance good, but no points and Valtteri is showing that despite leaving Mercedes even after 3 years, he’s got it, despite the car being bad.

Last, but certainly and definitely not least, and in all honesty, the best team on that damn grid. Pole an P2 converted to a picture perfect 1-2 in the race, pulling 4 fastest pitstops (3 2.1 and a 2.0 with Max’s second pitstop), fastest lap, working well on strategy in order to maintain positions despite the tyre deg not being the best, Max’s performance of that car, reputation era for sure, but a silent killer type, Checo’s confidence and consistency in that car is something that has to be studied. Oh my god that whole team is just everything all others wish to be and more. They should be proud, like we are, and especially after Australia, this 1-2 has got to feel extra good, with everyone doubting and saying they are over, because they aren’t, and a team that is able to come back after years of not being the best, to utter dominance can definitely come back from a bad weekend

It's always such a treat to read your post-race analysis! Please keep them coming this season. ❤️

As always I don't have much to add.

I actually get the team order from Ferrari (for once). Carlos was on newer tyres and Charles could have been under serious threat from Lando had he spent time trying to fight Carlos. Besides, we all know there will never be a team order frol Ferrari where Carlos is asked to defend Charles, and even if there was, Carlos wouldn’t have listened. So I don't actually have an issue with the team order today, which is a weird feeling.

Red Bull are impressive as hell, and they absolutely should be proud of themselves.

I'm excited for China in two weeks now!

[sxfterhearts]

omg chat why is writing kinda hard???

ok so this is a bit of an aside (warning: this post is long) but @348kg and i talked about this and honestly writing fanfics is a way for us to express ourselves creatively while using our idols as inspo for our work. and it’s fun most of the time.. but like honestly, 70-80% of the time, writing is hard. it’s not easy, like… it’s actually quite hard work.

and i know everyone has seen posts of like “pls reblog instead of just silently reading” or “pls like at least to show your appreciation” etc etc etc and ur probs sick of hearing it but like, it’s so true???

writing is honestly hard. and for most of us fanfic writers.. im sure you know but we have lives outside of our blogs. we are students, or we work normal jobs, we have life responsibilities, we have problems to deal with, and yet somewhere in between our busy lives we manage to find the time to sit down and create these pieces of writing for you, the reader, to read.

and tbh, i don’t really know where im going with this? i just want to let you know this: a typical 1-2k words one-shot probably takes me around 2-3 hours to write (on average, on a good day - sometimes longer or shorter). but it takes you maybe 10-15 mins, at most 30 mins to read depending on your reading speed. isn’t the time gap a little wild 🫠 on a typical work day, i get home from work at about 6, i cook myself dinner and eat, i shower and clean up, and if i know im writing that night, i make sure to clear my schedule (ie no overtime, no phone calls to friends or parents etc) and i sit on my laptop and write from about 10ish to about midnight. then i pause and i edit, and set things up to get ready post (think: pictures, title, word count, writing the warnings, summary, doing the tags) and by the time i post, it’s probably 1am.

i breathe a sigh of relief because it feels good! it feels really good to release my labour of love (literally) out into the world. and honestly, you know who you are, but those of you who constantly read and reblog my work, i see u!! (Alexa play i see u by p1harmony) and those who leave comments or reviews in the tags, i also see u (that’s why i like to reblog and respond to your tags too)!! it honestly brings me so much joy when someone comes and talks to me about something i wrote and how it made them feel. or even when someone recommends a fic i wrote. all these things that are so little and take so little of your time actually mean so much to me and im sure other writers as well.

and so i guess what im trying to say to everyone is: if you are a fic reader, if you read any fics, i just want you to know that the fic you loved reading took the writer a lot of resources to write (brain power, creativity and importantly time). i hope this gives u an insight into the process of a writer/writing a fic because im hoping it might help with whether or not you decide to hit that like or reblog or comment button in the near future!!

(also, i think it’s a shame that as writers sometimes we have to compromise on what we actually want to write vs what to write to get more engagement, likes, rbs etc. personally i have been writing on tumblr since 2020 on and off so ive been on here for four years now and i have a good sense of what is a good formula for a “successful” fic - usually it’s smut, usually it’s for the most popular member in terms of fic reading, and usually it’s of a certain length posted around a certain time etc etc. but i guess i don’t rly care anymore bc im a kinda old tumblr writer who isn’t bothered about the notes as much as i am just grateful for the little comments people send me saying that what i wrote made them feel seen or resonated with them. cos i think that is priceless 🥹)

PS. in no way am i complaining about the engagement or lack thereof that i personally get, nor am i complaining about the mere fact that writing is hard bc yes i am aware that i wanted to write in the first place and so it was my decision haha

[hanibalistic]

huuuuuuuuuuuuuu. i just went down a spiral of remembering old fics i read in 2020 and i vaguely remembered one of your fics. i searched up hyunjin x reader wc on safari and prayed. i distinctly remembered how your theme looked and the gifs you used and the colors but i completely forgot your blog name until i saw Jeonginks on an old rb and i yelled out like i came across some guy i met at a bar and told all my deepest darkest secrets one night 4 years ago and never saw again on the street. like i looked for a good long second and went. IT’S YOU .

anyway i have bad memory so i don’t really remember anything you wrote just the feeling of reading your fics and having my brain chemistry altered. so when i realized your blog was deactivated and i couldn’t reread and remember whatever life changing work it was i read 4 years ago during quarantine where all i had was x reader fanfics and solitude i was lowkey highkey Devastated. until i had the bright idea to just search up jeonginks on tumblr again and scroll through posts because Maybe i’d find something

anyway! this is all to say IT’S YOU !!!

i just wanted to share bc there is little more that’s as frustrating as not being able to find something when you want to so badly and it literally being right in front of you and you Still can’t get it (like how i feel when i see smth a kpop idol wears and wanting it and not being able to find it Anywhere.) but i was able to find you in the end and now i’m feeling very happy. anyway! i will be reading ur works now thank u for still being alive and for still writing

(it's me indeed!)

hello ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ it has been a while, hasn't it! given that my old blog was where you came from, haha.

i think less than a handful of people figured out it's me at the beginning of this blog (before i deleted jeonginks) because of the similar writing style. i assume it may be more difficult to realize that now because i have changed drastically over the years, or at least i like to think so. i'm a hanner now (literally the worst change ever!!!), and while i write relatively similarly to before, the content is still somewhat different in specific themes, i think? i'm not hiding the fact that i was jeonginks anymore, though. i think it's been long enough and like, genuinely who cares?

i hope you like whatever i have on this blog. i am going through a very slow process of rewriting my old works, mostly because i'm more interested in either not writing at all or writing new things. my current goal is to finish the historical hyunjin au i had ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[andrigyn]

I’ve git inspired by the hp anon: what are your favorite acotar ships? or any ship you do not like at all as well!

OK LETS GET INTO IT! I’ll try and briefly explain why as well. When I say I “like” a ship, I mean that I actively seek content for it or would rb it if it came up on my dash.

SHIPS I LIKE:

- Neris: We all know my feelings on this one! This is what should have been.

- Nezriel: Didn’t quite get it until I read Nesta vs the Buffer by ladyofbloodshed, but it really does work. At the end of the day I want Nesta to be cared for and protected as she heals, and canon Cassian wasn’t doing it.

- Azris: They are both SO messed up but they’d be a power couple.

- Gwynlain: This is just a good wholesome ship. Every time I see art of them I’m reblogging it, but I haven’t read any fics of them.

- Tamsand: Childhood friends to lovers to enemies… need I say more?

- Rhysta: This is the wokest acotar ship, and they would be SO TOXIC but in a sexy way.

- Tamcien: They were living together for a long time, you can’t convince me it didn’t happen at least once. There is also clearly a lot of love between them, at least in TAR.

- Elucien: This pairing has so much potential it’s insane… not even just in terms of the characters just where the plot can take them (Autumn, Day, and beyond). If I don’t get to read Lucien as a love interest in canon, I’m done with these books fr

- Helion x LoA: I just want her to be happy 😭

- Lucnes: They would help each other heal, they have SO MUCH in common. SJM was wrong when she said they would tear each other apart!!

- Nesta x The Mercenary: This ship embodies what I like about nessian, but gay. We need to let Nesta be an intellectual with a muscular guard dog type character.

- Emerie x Balthazar: I love Balthazar and he needs to be brought back. I’m also intrigued by the idea of a ship that is between two Illyrians like maybe we can finally get a nuanced view of their culture.

- Gwynriel: Azriel is a total mess so he needs to shape up before he’s deserving of Gwyn, but the potential here is crazy.

- Neslin: Two deeply flawed and broken people. I like the idea of Nesta finding refuge in Spring, and helping Tam rebuild his court. She has a flair for politics that Feyre doesn’t, and from her upbringing would know how to conduct herself as a noblewoman.

- Nesta x Mor: I know I don’t like Mor, but this would be hot. Both of them would soften up as soon as they got to know each other more.

- Cassian x Rhys: Another one where you can’t tell me this didn’t happen at least once.

- Elriel: I came around to this one recently. Do I like it as much as elucien? No, but the forbidden aspect does appeal to me.

- Nesta x Jurian: thank you ladyofbloodshed for putting this in my brain. It’s just so… 🥰🥰

SHIPS I EITHER DISLIKE OR HAVE COMPLEX FEELINGS ABOUT

- Canon Nessian: i mean where do I even begin with this… ACOSF has been discussed to death. However I do indulge in some nessian fanfic from time to time, and the talented people on here know how to correct the dynamic so it’s something we can all enjoy.

- Feysand: I was all in on feysand until the baby thing happened in SF. However, there is really good feysand fanfic out there that I will read from time to time.

- Emorie: Mor is really not my favorite character, I can’t lie. However, I could come around to this if I read a good fic or if we get a sympathetic storyline from her in a future book.

- Feycien: Idk, this just doesn’t work for me. I can’t explain why I’m not feeling it, but I’m not.

- Feylin: I see why people loved it in TAR, but it’s not something I will seek out bc it’s just been nuked so much by canon. I prefer them with other people.

- Tamlain: Their personalities would not work together. I’m also too elucien brained to even consider this.

- Amren x Varian: After Amren and Nesta fell out, I was not vibing with her. But even beyond that, this pairing makes no sense.

- Moriel or Mor x Cassian: NO. JUST NO.

- Lucien x Vassa: I don’t like ships where one party is mortal, especially with Lucien bc he has been through enough as it is.

[carlandhoe]

#i cant go back to watch him not fight at the front i can’t

this is my main concern too 😭 realistically, apart from McLaren and Ferrari, the top teams are RB, Merc and (if you squint) Aston Martin, given that they won’t ruin their car even further than last season. And I’m not sure which team would be suited best for him at this point - in RB you can be dropped in the middle of the season, Merc just seems like a toxic place atm, AM is definitely the chilliest out of them but are they looking to change their line up? Plus the whole Stroll situation there. If I was Carlos, I’d looking for stability first, so maybe he does choose sauber/audi if they offer him multi year contract. I know people say he’s almost 30 and can’t afford losing years of being a backmarker and waiting around for Audi to build a competitive car but, looking at Lewis and Fernando and how Carlos takes care of his body, physically he’ll be okay to drive for many many years, so that won’t be the issue, but yeah, I really don’t want him to waste years at the back of the grid. Hopefully he’s already cooking something and it will be revealed before the season starts, not just for his peace of mind, but for ours too 😅

This is all i’ve been thinking about since thursday😭

I don’t trust Aston Martin tbh they’ve fallen off sooo bad plus the inside situation seems complicated. If he goes to RedBull or Mercedes he’ll have a good car at least (supposedly) but idk if rb would sign him, it seems like it’d be better to sign Daniel bc he’s not a threat to Max he just wants to finish his career on a high, or a younger driver like Yuki or Liam so they could really invest in him. Mercedes would be manageable ig even if George has been here for 2 years now, 3 in 2025, Carlos could still battle to be their number 1 driver. I wonder if Mercedes are looking for a strong line-up, i figure they are cuz if they sign Kimi Antonelli he’s not gonna sit back and play number 2 so🤷‍♀️ Signing a rookie thoooo that’d be bold, especially a year before new regulations.

But yeah he’d be fighting at the front in these two teams at least.

Sauber in 2025 and Audi in 2026 would be the more reasonable choice, he’d be commiting to the team long-term, but who knows how their car will perform. That’d be a gamble.

Sooo yeah idk where Carlos will choose to go (and where’s he’s been offered to go) but I pray he will be in a top 3 car bc i CANNOT for the life of me watch him battle Alpines every race😭😭😭 and I hope we will know before the season starts.

[fagdykefriendship]

Nona the Ninth reread thoughts

Obviously spoilers for Nona.

Pyrrha Dve knew that Nona was Alecto, or at least suspected it at a certain point much before anyone else realized. Yes, there's the moment she nearly calls Nona Alecto - but there is also an air of her realizing the jig is finally up. She has to stop pretending. I suspect that Nona's regenerative abilities clued Pyrrha in.

Connected to this - Pyrrha and G1deon cared for Alecto when she was alive, before John buried her. Pyrrha says something along the lines of "We loved you" to Nona. This is interesting because Augustine and Mercymorn seem to have found Alecto disturbing or disgusting in some way. Why did Pyrrha and G1deon have a different relationship to her?

Anastasia and Alecto - Alecto loved Anastasia. I think part of why Nona loves her Harrowhark body is because she loved Anastasia. It's not some love for all humans - Nona very clearly states that she did not like Gideon's body with its red hair. She's bound to the tombkeeper's line, whatever that may end up entailing, but I think it is a bond of love. Also, Anastasia's bones are guarding Alecto's tomb. She may have built in a backdoor to the tomb because she loved Alecto.

Palamedes and Camilla -> Paul was not True Lyctorhood in the way of God and Alecto, obviously. I think it was normal lyctorhood, but accelerated. From the Unwanted Guest, we learn that Ianthe's soul is very slowly eating her cavalier's, absorbing it. I think Paul's creation, with the white hot burning flames, was an extreme acceleration of this absorption process. Camilla and Palamedes bypassed all the thousands of years it takes the souls to merge and instantly merged their two souls, making it so neither of them asserted dominance over the other.

The Angel/Aim is very important. contains some sort of message that cannot be comprehended by humans. implied that Nona/Alecto would be able to comprehend it. also said to have had what appears to be some sort of necromantic surgery. named after a pre-ressurection technology. i think either her message comes from God or another lyctor (Cassiopeia perhaps?) or even Alecto herself. It’s unclear how conscious the other RBs are. Like they have willpower they are revenants of planets but do they have that ability to communicate with humans? I don’t think so

Varun calls Nona “saltwater creature”. She loves swimming in the ocean. The tomb is surrounded by “real” salt water. I think there’s a connection between Nona’s love for the ocean and the River. The oceans are what makes planet earth a living planet but they are also rising at the end of the world. Harrowhark and her parents only speak their secrets in the salt water pool. Why? there has to be some connection, something Anastasia discovered about Alecto’s connection to salt water vs the River water

[mxtxfanatic]

the post you rb about fandom being whitewashed explained the uncomfortable feeling I’ve been getting about the fandom but never could pinpoint. THANK YOU. Especially the “China as an aesthetic” leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth. I come from a place where colonization was a profound part of my history and to see it happening to a culture I hold dear to my heart and then being brushed off as “fandom is about transformative work” when the truth is that most of the origin of the works people are creating fanworks for have mostly been overwritten by whiteness, jr rubs me in all the wrong ways but not something I would ever have the courage to voice out because of the backlash it would possibly receive. I don’t think it’s okay at all even for fanworks but who I am to comment when ~fandom is supposed to be fun~

Yeah, this is why I stress that fandom can be transformative, but is not inherently transformative. I engage in fandoms because I have fun talking to others about the things I love and being brought together with strangers over our mutual care of a source material. But after being in one fandom where I got backlash for speaking on racism happening in the source material, and then getting harassed in another fandom by a big account for saying that a character was an asshole (and then finding out that that big account was notorious for targeting fans of color to attack and EVERYONE knew it), I am not of the opinion that fandom is any different from any other gathering of people. You can make genuine friends and become reinvigorated towards your interests, or you can meet the most awful people that turns you off of even engaging with anyone online, let alone to talk about the thing that got you harassed, and you’ll have the same chances of meeting either type of person as if you had joined your local book club. It’s a microcosm of general society, and unfortunately general society is geared towards white people and their comfort.

But while I don’t really believe there’s a way to change fandom culture at large without tackling systemic issues as a whole, I do believe that the best thing you can do for yourself in a fandom space is finding the people who you can engage with peacefully, who make you feel safe and appreciated or at least you are able to enjoy their content, and blocking out the rest. And if you do happen to see something awful happening (like for instance, someone saying all Asian parents are abusive on one of your posts, yeah I haven’t forgotten that one…) you shouldn’t feel pressured to stay silent. If your corner of fandom doesn’t embolden you to talk to even them about what’s happening, then you need a new corner.

[pressradio]

Agree with you on all counts. And don’t care if it means being a fake tifosa.

It’s a race where I wish if Charles can’t I want Max to win. I really cannot take a Carlos win in Monza. Not this season not when Charles commented on the goals for this years car not being right and we know they tried to make it comfortable for Carlos (not the only issue but as we’ve seen last year whenever they said they did something to help Carlos the car turned shitty compared to RB).

Charles race pace was good on FP, but I’m scared of Ferrari strategy as always especially favoring Carlos since he got pole. And we know how Carlos is when he has to do something for the team. As you said the quali slipstream : it’s better for Charles not to have it, his teammate will just block him out of nowhere and play coy after. Or again Austria sprint last year when he tried to fight Charles while the goal was to save tires and win (which Charles did on Sunday). We know the man wants to beat Charles and it’ll be worse tomorrow.

Also I can’t take it if the only non redbull win, or only Ferrari win this year is in Monza and it’s not Charles. But with his « luck » (his bad luck being almost entirely driving for Ferrari) … we spoiled him of Monaco wins twice, Monaco podium this year at least two more podium in the first two races too … he needs a break and I know I won’t like the narrative after if it happens.

Also Charles side tending to be the worst putting a car together I kind of live in fear of some mechanical issue every weekend anyway.

Send you hugs, anon. And totally agree with you about all point you’ve highlighted. I think Max will win it anyway so maybe it was done just for hype from Ferrari like last year in Monza.

I actually didn’t mind another Ferrari win because it would make Charles and tifosi happy. I’m 100% sure that Charles would be happy even if it’s not him. But I don’t want this person anywhere near Ferrari after 2024, so I don’t want to give this camp something to be used in contractmanipulations. Also, remembering that Binotto, God forgive me for saying devil’s name outloud, is there, it might be motivation for Carlos to do his best, to show that Binotto did everything right last season. And I can’t take it.

I just hope that everything will be ok from Charles’ side of the garage. And probably I need to buy a sedative lol.

[russilton]

thoughts on various mick ships??? schulott / schuclerc / smick??????

Let me tell you I wrote such a good answer to all this but tumblr deleted it when I moved my hand wrong- and I got so mad I had to go do something else (I finally stopped putting off ordering the baby registry gift for the shower I’m going to tomorrow- lol)

But now I’m back and first of all I gotta say anon- how could u forgot the two (three?) Mick ships I actually ship - schuvesti and schuoohan (and the combined Dooschuvesti).

But for the ones you listed

Schulott -

I know about it but I have 0 opinion on it bc I don’t know anything about Callum. My whole exposure to the guy is via tweets / Amanda or Kyle, so I don’t really have any baseline to care.

Schuclerc -

Meh - I think to like Schuclerc you’ve got to be at least a little Tifosi — like this isn’t so much a duo but a poly ship where the third partner is Ferrari. To make this work you’ve rlly got to WANT to fuck the colour red and Italian words.

I am- practically the opposite of Tifosi so I can’t feel the link between them rlly, like yeah there’s narrative and a dickload of red to it but narrative doesn’t make chemistry automatically. I’m not opposed to it it’s just giving ME personally nothing. Kyle if if you show up to shout at me for this- Brother what did you expect.

Smick -

I think I see Seb as too much like Mick’s strange step uncle to rlly want smick as a romantic ship. Like. Seb isn’t quite Micks brother not quite his paternal figure He’s this nebulous third thing- He’s family of an undefined quality. It also doesn’t help that RB Seb looked like he wanted Michael to fuck him so bad. Young seb looks like he would climb into Michaels skin if he could do so- and the whole ‘I would have liked to be slutty for ur father’ rlly gets in the way of seeing Seb with Mick

THAT BEING SAID- the relationship between Mick and Seb is so profoundly important to me, and not just bc Mick looked like Seb leaving him was forcing him to confront being alone in the sport for the first time in his life. The way Mick clung to Seb like if he gripped hard enough Seb would stay and he wouldn’t be without a seat - it breaks you open. The way Mick looks so abandoned but he cannot get the words out- oughghsbkjs

Ask me my Honest Ship Opinions

[champagnepodiums]

Alpine/Gasly

I think for Alpine it’s not 100% helpful to have 2 French for sponsors. France does not have a GP anymore, Alpine is in part based in the UK…. They are also trying to be better with relationship between the two sides.

I think it was mostly because they did not have that much of a choice. They planned to have Alonso one more year then Piastri + a French driver. When everything fell off for them they had Ricciardo / Mick / Pierre.

Ricciardo was too expensive and a risk. They had private testings and chose Pierre. I think Mick was too much of a rookie and a risk too when they have the 4th car. Pierre was the most experimented with Toro Rosso/AT/RB, big feedback experience and leadership.

So they are now leaning on the French team with French drivers.

Listen, sometimes I cannot tell if some of you guys just don’t the whole explanations that I write or what but these sort of responses are so frustrating to me. I do not care if you agree with me but at least demonstrate that you READ WHAT I WROTE. I'm not going to put time and effort into writing thoughtful responses if people are going to just talk over me. Like I can find other things to do.

I think you're vastly underestimating the national identity aspect and the fact that THE FRENCH STATE has an ownership stake in Renault (which in turn means they have an ownership stake in the F1 team).

I have heard rumblings/rumors for a while that the French government was pressuring Alpine for a second French driver. Take that with a grain of salt but I don't know on what planet anybody would think that the French government and RENAULT WHICH IS SO FRENCH wouldn't want two French drivers.

Maybe it wasn't their initial plan but when the opportunity presented itself, there was absolutely no way that Alpine was going to pass up on it like ???? There was absolutely no world in which Mick Schumacher was getting that Alpine seat, I'm sorry to say.

I know I'm not always right, and I'm not always succinct but usually, when I say something, I do feel pretty certain of my accuracy (unless I otherwise note). National identity in motorsports is woven into motorsport history, it is a huge undercurrent even now, even if it is not apparent.

I'm begging all of my anons, pls take a second and read what I'm actually saying before you respond. From now on, I'm going to just delete the anons that clearly didn't read my previous responses.