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Hey, teacher! Catwin motorcycle au part 9.
still sfw, for now *cackles* x
Around 9:30pm, Edwin knows it's a mistake, to be drinking as much as he is. But the wine is good, a proper vintage, the kind one reserves for special occasions, the armchair is warm and comfortable, and also, the company. Thomas is making him laugh. He's telling some hilarious story, incredibly hard to believe yet endearingly earnest, with lots of arm waving and smothered giggles, as he struggles to recount the time his dorm mateâs cats took off with his clothes, after sneaking into the bathroom while he was showering.Â
"And I'm not about to go chasing after them wearing nothing but a smile," Thomas shrugs wildly. "He had his girlfriend over, in the common room, and it was kind of going good for him this time, so I couldnât exactly add a naked scruff chasing two cats down the hallway to that? So, they dash away, laughing their little heads off if they could, and I have to tiptoe slowly back across the hall to my bedroom, wearing my dirty old socks, clinging to my last shred of dignity."Â
"Oh gods." Edwin collapses into a fit of giggles, turning red, as he pictures it in his head. Â Â
"Babe," Thomas sips his wine, leans forward, his face dead serious, "when I tell you that it was the worst timing for his girl to get up off the couch and- "Â
"Oh gods!" Edwin waves his hands in front of him, he really doesn't want to hear about that part. He collapses back into his chair, laughing so hard that he snorts through his nose, the sound joined and mixing with Thomasâ own delighted giggles. Â
The night continues. It must be after 11 by now.  Â
Edwin is opening up a bit about London, what it was like to live there. Thomas has never been, though he tells him he hopes to one day visit. Edwin's rambling about the hidden treasures of London, how to avoid the tourist traps, what heâd show and recommend to Thomas, when the latter suddenly bursts out laughing, interrupts him with a heavy hand on his arm. "Ghostie, Edwin, have to stop you there," he smiles, lopsided, completely losing his composure, almost spilling the last of his wine, "you've been speaking the most unintelligible British English for five minutes, and I can't follow a single word!" Â
Edwin buries his face in his hands, by the time he's done laughing there are tears running down his face.Â
In the corner of his blurred vision, he sees Thomas get up, fetch another bottle of wine. Â
The incessant, rhythmic buzzing by his face is quite possibly the most obnoxious noise Edwin has ever encountered in his life. He wants to kill it. Throw it across the room, stomp it out of existence. He manages to gather enough of his wits to simply smack the offending device with one hand, knock it away. He hears a clatter, and then⊠silence.  Â
Even the absence of sound seems to hurt. Oh god. My head.  Â
It feels like his brain has been hollowed out during the night, then shoddily put back together, with duct tape and rocks. As soon as Edwin's fully awake, he can feel the room spinning. Closing his eyes does nothing to alleviate the dizziness, quick on its heels is a fiery hot wave of nausea.  Â
Blearily opening one eye, trying to focus on his surroundings, he ticks off a mental checklist. It's morning, he's in his bed. In his own house. His shoes are on the floor near the bed. His belt is by his shoes. His jacket hangs on the closet door, his watch is on the nightstand. He's wearing the pants and shirt he wore to the picnic yesterday, and the covers have been kicked off the bed, onto the floor. Also, he feels like he's been run over by a motorcycle.  Â
Edwin thinks back on the previous night, realizes with a fair amount of horror, he actually drank enough to black out. There's a rather significant portion of the night that he just can't remember. Most conspicuously missing, is how exactly he got upstairs, into bed. And where is Thomas?Â
Sitting up is a challenge, he tackles it slowly, bit by bit. Once upright, his body protests violently at being disturbed, rushing him to the bathroom. What comes up is mostly liquid. On top of drinking enough to temporarily drown his brain, he recalls that he didn't eat much the previous day either. Not that he laments any real loss at missing out on the church picnic. He does berate himself, being so careless with his drinking, as he fills the sink with cold water, unceremoniously dunks his whole head in it. He must look ridiculous, but it feels so good. It takes away the dull ache of nausea, anyway.  Â
Staring at himself in the mirror, Edwin sends a base thanks to anyone willing to listen that at least itâs Sunday, and heâs not supposed to be at work already. Heâd seriously consider calling out sick, something heâs never done in all the years heâs worked at the school. Drying himself off with a towel, Edwin tries to compose himself. While not an official school day, he, as a teacher, still has papers left to grade, tests to prepare. He dresses slowly, makes his way downstairs. The nausea has mostly subsided, but his head is still pounding, and he feels overwhelmingly dehydrated. If there are any bottles of wine left in his pantry, Edwin resolves to pour them down the sink. Â
When he enters the kitchen, he finds Thomas, drinking pitch black coffee, with a stone serious expression. He has an ice pack resting on his head as he reads the paper, blinking as the words obviously donât register, Edwin figures he looks a fair bit like Edwin feels. When he sees his host entering the room, Thomas fumbles for words a bit, but collects himself, manages a wry grin. "Overdid it a bit, didn't we?"Â
Edwin nods, sits across from him, feeling like he's aged 50 years in one night. "I need water. I need some sort of caffeine. And then I have work to do."Â
Thomas immediately takes on the task, expertly throwing two pieces of bread into the toaster, pouring an extra cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot. He puts it in front of Edwin, returns to the kitchen counter for the now toasted bread and a glass of cold water.  Â
Edwin takes a sip of the water first, it's so cold he can feel it traveling all the way down his throat, into his stomach. "Thank you, my friend." He sighs in relief, braving a few nibbles of the dry toast, starting in on the coffee. "Forgive me, there is a lot from last night I don't remember."Â
"Oh yeah?"Â Thomas hums, gets up to refill his own mug with more coffee.Â
"I haven't lost time like that in ages, not since I was much younger. I honestly can't recall how the night ended, or getting in my bed at all."Â
"No worries, I remember all of that. I carried you up the stairs, but you made a valid effort of your own, in your defence. S'a good thing we stayed home instead of going to a bar though, donât think either of our legs, or any limbs really, wouldâve been steady enough for a ride home. That was some good vintage." Â
Edwin frowns, rests his head on his arm. "Don't drive drunk ever," he scolds weakly, "I'd be very upset if you were killed in some horrible accident."Â
"Nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. I wouldâve gotten us a taxi, babe." Thomas chuckles, refreshing Edwin's cup. Â Â
"Did⊠Did you put me to bed?" Edwin murmurs into his arm, too embarrassed to make eye-contact. He almost keeps the question to himself, but the curiosity is killing him. And his history as an affectionate drunk, poses the ever-more embarrassing unspoken question; what exactly had he said last night, if anything?Â
Immediately, Edwin can tell that Thomas is watching his words. "Yeah. You were three sheets to the wind, so after I walked you upstairs, I just made sure to put you on your side." He gives a good-natured smile, choosing to lean against at the table, inhaling the scent of the coffee.  Â
"Not too much trouble, I hope? It's been a long time since I've had that much to drink in one sitting."Â
"Nah, Edwin. You were fine." He says it with a thread of finality, Edwin can't help but feel that it's not the whole story. But he doesn't have the energy, the brain cells, the confidence to figure it out right now. He gulps down the water, munches the toast, sips the last of the coffee. He feels like something resembling a human again, afterwards, he feels like maybe it's possible to finish out the day without further ailments. He shoots a thankful smile at Thomas.Â
"Do you have any plans today?" Â Â
"Was thinking of a walk. Get a bit more of a sense of the neighbourhood? It's a nice day, I could use the exercise."Â Thomas stretches his arms to the ceiling as he talks, and perhaps Edwinâs head isnât that fully clear yet, because he permits himself a peek at the muscled torso displayed as a result, without a shred of guilt. Maybe itâs the same kind of guilt-less, freeing kind of confidence, that drives Edwin forward.Â
"That sounds like a good idea, actually," Edwin retrieves his coat from the front hall closet, "I'll join you, come on. Letâs steady our legs."Â
The weather is quite nice, the neighbourhood a calm picturesque backdrop. Edwin ponders it might actually be enjoyable, if they didnât walk side by side, swinging wildly from awkward, stilted small talk, to complete silence. It feels like torture. Edwin is sure that he somehow utterly embarrassed himself last night, and Thomas is too kind, or worse, too mortified to bring it up. If only he could remember, but it's not coming back to him. There are several times where Edwin finds himself leaning or straight up bumping into Thomas, as his feet struggle to task on auto-pilot, while Edwinâs mind is racing.Â
On one such brush of their shoulders, Edwin tilts his head to apologize, when a flash, an image, comes unbidden to his mind; Thomas's face, in quite a close proximity to his own. That happened last night, as well. Thomas looked tired, but amused, and he's saying something. Edwin replays the image in his mind, again, again, like a broken record. The complete image is so close, so within his grasp, yet so far away, intangible. Again and again, he pores over the memory, certain that it's from last night. Thomas's face, close by, slightly above his own? That would only make sense if he was leaning over him, considering the man isnât naturally taller than him. Thomas looking at him, then looking away. Looking at him, then looking away. Saying something. Saying something with a wry grin, sympathetic eyes.  Â
This memory can't be from his imagination. It's from last night, and his damn brain won't give up the clues.  Â
He's interrupted by the present. "Edwin, are you okay?" He hums in reply, already knowing the other wonât be convinced. "Come on Ghostie, weâre going home.â A strong arm wraps around his waist, warm hand dipping lower, steadying pressure on his hip. âI think a nice nap on the couch might make you feel better."Â Â
Edwin smiles. Thomas is a good, caring man.Â
Make you feel better.Â
Feel better.Â
When you feel better.Â
Maybe when you feel better-Â
Listen, when you feel better-Â
You're not yourself, but when you're feeling better-Â
"Listen Ghostie, babe," a gentle, reassuring voice, "you're not yourself right now. But, maybe, when you're feeling better, you could ask me again?"Â
Edwin feels his face go white, heâs grateful for the arm around him, as he suddenly feels dizzy. Â Â
Oh. Oh no. Oh Hells.Â
#dead boy detectives#dbda#catwin#cat king#edwin payne#dbda fanfic#motorcycle au#kicking my feet and twirling my hair#loved writing this part ngl#soon besties#soon
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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) â part three
alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content
(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]
word count: 3.4k
You woke again nearing midday and, as expected, Ale was nowhere to be found. If it werenât for the still sensitive marks that she left on your neck and the soreness between your thighs, you wouldâve thought it was all a pleasant dream. Something on your nightstand caught your eye as you stretched and when you picked it up, all the remaining doubt shattered.Â
On the piece of paper was a phone number with a little note that said âtext me?â and you couldnât help the grin that made its way to your lips at the drawn smiley face at the end of it. You picked your phone up, added her to your contacts and sent her a hello-itâs-me text, noted the notification of an email from Derek, and then you got out of bed to get ready for the day.
When you returned to the bedroom from your shower, a message from Ale was waiting for you.Â
âHey, good morning! Listen, as much as Iâd love to⊠have fun with you again, I canât see you the next few days.â
You laughed at the varying degrees of sad emojis that superseded her text. Then you messaged her back.Â
âThatâs fine. Just text me when youâre free. And you already know where I am soâŠâ
You abandoned your phone after that in favor of your laptop as you remembered Derekâs email. Upon opening your mail, you found it immediately.
âGood news. Robert sealed a deal with a client and they want you to follow FC Barcelona in their Liga F campaign this season. We got 5 match passes so farâRobert believes that the client might be inclined to commission for more photos depending on how the club progresses throughout the season.
Find the passes in the attachment as well as the in-depth commission details but in short, apart from the customary team photos, they want photos of the following players prioritised in order: Alexia Putellas, Maria âMapiâ Leon, and Caroline Graham Hansen. Iâll leave the research to you.
On an informal note, the window to decline is still open. As previously discussed, you donât have to do this. Let me know what you decide as soon as possible.â
You checked the attached files and sure enough, you found the passes for Barcelonaâs matches against the following clubs: Real Madrid, Roma, Alhama, Atletico Madrid, and Sporting Huelva. You noted the date for the one against Real Madridâit was in a couple of days, the same one Ale suggested and a thrill of excitement went down your spine at the thought of possibly seeing her again. Maybe you should message her to let her know that you were going.Â
You sent a confirmation to Derek before you created a new tab to begin your research. âAlexia Putellasâ, you typed and hit enter. When the results came back, you stilled.Â
You blinked.Â
Then you blinked again.
Of all the places youâd expect to find Aleâs face, a search result about a professional football player was the last thing you could think of. But memories flashed unbidden through your mind: the exclusive night club, Aleâs vague answer about her job, the way her eyes shone whenever you mentioned sports or football, her reflexes, her physique, Ale⊠Alexiaâit all made sense now.Â
Groaning, you put your face in your hands as your cheeks and ears burnt from the embarrassment that flooded your veins. Oh, how dense could you get! She mustâd thought you ignorant for not knowing who she was. Foolish!Â
But then again⊠if she didnât get a kick out of you not knowing, why did she allow the second time to happen? And why promise a third? The thought calmed you down enough to decide not to text Aleâno, Alexiaâabout this like youâd originally planned especially since you were most likely going to see her at the game anyway.
After another moment to regain your composure for the time being, you proceeded with your research. You clicked on an article, and an article lead to another, which carried you over to a video, and so on. By the end of it, evening had settled and you only managed to discover little. But from what you found out, there was no question to Alexia Putellasâ nascent legacy, both on and off the pitchâan undisputed, modern trailblazer for current and new generations of female athletes. You were gutted to know about her ACL injury thoughâa quick deviated search made it known to you how serious of an injury it was, especially for an athletic careerâand you wondered when she would be able to play again or if she would be playing in the match against Real Madrid. After all, she did say she was going to be there.
You wrapped up your research about Alexia then and you finally moved on to Mapi Leon, then Caroline Graham Hansen. Afterwards, you briefed yourself on the rest of Barcelona Femeniâs 1st Division players as well as the rules of football to come up with a strategy to tackle this task.
A mixture of anxiety and excitement rushed through you as you settled in for the night at the thought of seeing Alexia again now that you know about her identity. You didnât know what you had gotten yourself into the moment you let her take you to the dance floor but the pull was there from the very beginning. And you decided you were going to see this through to the end.
No. This wasnât going to change anything at all.
âââ
There it was: Estadi Johan Cruyff, home to Barcelona Femeni, stood proud in its blue and red glory.
There was still about an hour and a half left before kickoff but already, people had gathered and started to enter the stadium, you being one of them. Security scanned your press pass as you entered and you were told to head through a different corridor which lead you out to the pitch. Once inside, it was no surprise that the stadiumâs interior was no less grand than the outside, the well-tended grass was just a taste to the quality that this place had to offer.Â
Greeting the other photographers whoâd settled in earlier as you walked, you searched for a spot and found it by the space adjacent to the corner flag farthest from the tunnel entrance. There, you placed your duffel bag and your portable stool as you worked to set up your equipment: you double-checked the batteries, attached the right lens to your camera, unwounded your monopod and connected it to your camera.Â
By the time you looked up, there was already a significant crowd awaiting the players for their warm-ups. You took this chance to take a few shots of the still half-filled stadium, tweaking your settings as you did so and you waited for the players to come out.
About an hour before kickoff, you spied movements inside the tunnel and immediately, your eye was to your viewfinder.
Players from both teams emerged from the tunnel and names popped in your head as you scanned the faces from Barcelona, taking shots of them as they stepped foot on the grass and took off in a jog. There was no sign of Alexia though but you spotted two of your marks on the pitch so you wasted no time to frame them in your camera.
A moment later though, you heard a sudden cheer from the crowd followed by a collective flutter of camera shutters. You lifted your eye from the viewfinder, turned your head to the side and saw that your fellow photographers had their cameras focused to the direction of the tunnel entrance. Your heart quickened. Could it be? And sure enough as you looked to the sidelines, you could make out Alexiaâs blonde hair and her unmistakable silhouette. Through your cameraâs lens you were able to see her better.Â
Alexia had on a black leather jacket paired with a top that revealed a strip of skin before the cut of her jeans, finishing her look off with a pair sneakers on and loose blonde hair. She was conversing with her coach, bumping fists and patting the backs of players from both teams who went over to greet her. Then she turned to the stands, waved at their supporters, and she moved close enough for pictures and autographs. She gave one last wave to the fans, shouted an encouraging word to her teammates with a fist in the air, before she headed back into the tunnel. While all of this was happening, youâd framed her through your lens yourself, taking the photos you needed, cheeks warm despite the cooling afternoon air.Â
Then all the Barcelona players jogged over to the sidelines and huddled, side to side, arm in arm. You took a shot. Not long after that, all of them left the pitch.Â
The game was about to start.Â
Alexia wasnât lying when she said the stadium would get crowded: the stands were filled with blues and reds, flags were flown and waved about, chanted anthems resounded loud and proud in the airâthe atmosphere was nothing short of electric.Â
Youâd moved by the sideline close to the tunnel entrance for the beginning of the match along with your fellow photographers so you could capture Barcelonaâs starting eleven. When the players came out, they were welcomed by singing and cheers from the crowd. And as they stood there, you took photos of the entire team first before you moved on to focus on Mapi and Caroline.Â
When the whistle blew and the match began, you were back to your original spot, looking to the stands above the tunnel entrance as you tried to pick Alexia out from the sea of faces through your camera. You managed to a few minutes later, and you found her looking rather pensive: one arm crossed over her chest, the other resting on it as she rubbed her chin with her thumb, eyes focused down at the pitch with her brows slightly creased. It looked like longing to you, a burning desire to return homeâto start playing football again. The sight evoked such a feeling in you that you couldnât help but capture the moment. This shot, however, you were going to keep for yourself.
 Now that you knew where Alexia was, following the clientâs requisites just got a lot easier. Up until the final whistle, you immersed yourself in your work and the game, focusing more on Mapi and Caroline as they were playing. There were times that allowed you to shift your camera to the stands to where Alexia was and took shots of her, too. By the time you knew it, the game ended and Barcelona won 1-0.
You expected a celebration from Barcelona because they were in their turf after all so you loaded up your camera with a freshly charged battery. The next thing you knew, Alexia was there with the team, hugging and patting them congratulations and her teammates beamed at her, happy to see her there.Â
Click You took a shot.Â
The players then began their procession around the stadium, waving at and signing things for their supporters. Through your camera, you saw Mapi signing the shirt of a young girl. Click. Next to her was Caroline, reaching over the barrier to sign a ball, smiling as she talked to the boy holding it. Click.Â
The procession was near enough that you could hear their banters, growing louder as they approached where you were and the beating of your heart thumped as loud as the chants from the crowd. You congratulated the players as they passed and kept your camera away out of respect. You looked at the end of the line and you met Alexiaâs gaze. She was smiling at you while she talked to Irene Paredes beside her and she never took her eyes off you. There was a gleam in them, something akin to mischief and⊠a challenge? If so, why?Â
At that you raised an unimpressed brow at her, both a question and a statement. Your reaction seemed to amuse her because her smile turned into a full smirk.
The procession passed but Alexia lagged behind, something that didnât go unnoticed by Irene who threw Alexia a questioning look. You watched as Alexia waved her off before she began walking your way and you didnât miss the fluttering of shutters from your fellow photographersâ cameras. Some called Alexiaâs name to get her attention but she ignored them, her attention only at you. You barely had enough time to school your features and hide any signs of familiarity before she was standing in front of you.
âHey, you. You made it here after all.â Alexia said cooly, lips slanted in a half-smile, one hand in a jean pocket.
âYeah, I did. Sorry, but do I know you?â You asked in an excessively dry tone paired with an raised eyebrow, but you made sure your voice was just loud enough for her to hear. Catching your drift, Alexia laughed, rubbing the bridge of her nose to try and cover it up.Â
âI suppose not,â she extended a hand towards you, âIâm Alexia, and Iâm sorry about⊠you know.â
âNice to officially meet you, Alexia. Congratulations on the win, by the way.â You shook her hand, ignored the way her warmth seeped into your skin, and hummed. âYou know, you remind me of someone I know. Your resemblance to her is uncanny.â
Alexia nodded as she took her hand back, lips quirked. âI think I know who youâre talking about. I think she also wants to know if she could stop by later tonight?âÂ
Your cheeks warmed and you didnât fight the smile that made its way to your face. âI did tell her she could whenever sheâs free.â
âSo, yes?â
âYes.â
âââ
You braced your weight against the headboard, forehead over your folded arms, eyes barely open and the erotic sight in front of you did nothing to help the building flood in you. With your thighs bracing her head and from this angle, you could only see Alexiaâs closed eyes but you felt her hands roaming and supporting your lower back as her mouth and tongue worked on you.Â
She was taking her sweet time though, brushing her tongue over your clit lightly, sucking just enough to build up the pleasure but nothing too much to bring you over the edge. You whined because she did it again only with more pressure this time, circling your clit a few times before she moved away again. You were starting to learn that she liked to play; she liked to take her time and get as many reactions from you until she was satisfied, until sheâd completely unravelled you.
A particularly cruel swipe of her tongue, accompanied by the obscenely wet sound it made, nearly incited a sob from your lips but the plea you made was nothing short of similar.
âAle⊠pleaseâŠâ You panted.
ââmy name.â
âHuh?â You whined out, not hearing what Alexia said after a flick from her tongue sent shivers down your spine.
âSay my name.â
Then she circled your clit with more urgency after she said thatâdemanding. You keened and ignored her, canting your hips forward to chase that delicious friction you were desperately searching for.Â
âAle⊠Ale⊠please!â
Then she stilled completely and you cried out in protest, eyes flying open to meet lidded hazel ones.
âWhatââ
âSay my name.â She licked your inner thigh deliberately close to where you wanted it the most.
âAlexia, plââ You didnât even need to beg because right after her name left your mouth, overwhelming heat was all you could feel as she ate you out earnestly. Her hands gripped your thighs so tight that you wouldnât be able to pull awayânot that you could ever do such a thing.
âOh, fuck!âÂ
Euphoria tore through your body in concurrent waves with brutal intensity that it ripped the strength from your bones while your muscles shook helplessly. Even the gentle touches from Alexia tongue as she cleaned you up were enough to make you hiss from overstimulation.Â
God⊠she really did a number on you this time.
After you finally calmed down, you shifted so that you could lay by Alexiaâs side, kissing your way up from the column of her neck to her lips where you found your taste heavy on her tongue. You dragged your fingers from the crest of her hip to her breast, feeling the ridges of her hard-earned muscles as you did so and revelled in the way they tensed beneath your touch, the softness of her breast a beautiful contrast to the firmness of her stomach.
Alexia gasped when you rolled her nipple between your fingers and you gladly swallowed it as you deepened the kiss. You slotted your leg to apply pressure between her thighs, ample wetness coated your skin and you couldnât help but moan at her arousal.
You nipped a path down between the valley of her breasts but not before you had given both of her nipples the attention they deserved. You continued your journey, licking and nipping at her skin as you moved down her toned stomach.
As soon as you reached her navel, she parted her legs to make space for you. You kissed her inner thighs, loving the way they tensed beneath your lips and as you trailed closer to her core, you flashed your gaze upwards to meet hers. When you finally got the first taste of her tonight, you watched intently through lidded eyes as she closed hers, dropping her head on the pillow and sighed out a long, low moan.Â
You gave her a few slow and broad strokes, closing your eyes as you savoured her taste. When she began to urge her hips quicker, you picked up your pace all the while mapping her thighs and stomach with your palms.
You found you liked how responsive she was to your touches, liked the way she demanded for more which you gladly gave to her as she asked for them. And when she cradled the back of your head and buried her fingers in your hair so she could meet your tongue the way she wanted it, you moaned loudly, taking from the way she took hers from you.
âYes, right there, justââ Her back arched and you clung to her hips like a lifeline. You rolled your tongue against her and sucked, not wanting to disrupt the pace of her fall.Â
And fall, she did.
She came on your tongue and you accepted it with a grateful moan, slowing down your pace as she came back down from her high. It was sticky and heady, a reward that you lapped up eagerly, and from the pleased way Alexia threaded her fingers through your hair, she was satisfied. Like her, you took your time cleaning her up because after all it was only polite to do so and you enjoyed the way her leg muscle tensed when you kissed her clit one last time.Â
Content with your work, you kissed the top of her left thigh as a form of gratitude but instead of making your way up, you traced the line of muscle that lead down to her knee where scars from her injury had carved themselves permanently into her skin.
Youâd kissed those same scars the last time you were together without knowing the story behind them and now that you know, you dragged your lips over them ever more softly, looking Alexia in the eye as you did so. She watched you intently with lips slightly parted, eyes dark and lidded.
Alexia bent forward so she could reach out to you, lifting your chin with a gentle hand. Then she brushed her thumb over your upper lip to wipe the wetness there but before she could pull it away, you parted your lips and took her thumb into you mouth, sucking and licking off the taste there, never taking your eyes off hers.
âMy god,â came her breathless murmur before she moaned out, âcome here.â
Then she guided you to her mouth with her gentle grip on your chin and before you knew it, you were under her again, sighing in grateful surrender to the mercy of her and her hands. She kissed and ravaged you many times overâand you, herâthat by the end of the night, youâd completely forgotten the weight of her name.
#ap11#not proofread#mine#my writing#a/n: a bit late but i finally finished it omfg#ngl i rushed this so im extra sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes...#and how do people write smut its so bloody difficult ahhhhhh#hope you guys like this and would love to know what you think about the story so far#just a reminder: im tweaking minor details as i go so the most accurate copy of all the parts will be on my ao3 (@thesunisatangerine)#apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader
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Johan things from twitter
Punk/emo Johan and eating a burger
Johan playing the ps2
#fanart#these were fun to draw Iâm gonna post the rest#I think with this au Johan and Nina would be taken#in by tenma and it would be sometime in the late 90s so joh would be a good age to play and take part in emo culture#I think tenma would be none the wiser to his sons antics#Johan would love to write poetry and express himself I was thinking but it was hard to come up with a good design for emo joh ngl#but I think heâd like the gta series. heâd be old enough to play ig but tenma#doesnât really approve of johans gaming choices#requests#ask request#digital art#kenzou tenma#monster#naoki urusawa's monster#kenzo tenma#dr tenma#johan liebert
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"when are you going to ask my brother out?" Cele asked, flipping the page of his book.
Bez choked on his own spit at how casually Celin asked. As if he was asking the time and not revealing that he knew Bez's deepest secret. He stared at Cele for a second before answering. "What are you talking about?" Celestino looked up from his book with a pointed look. "Okay I like your brother. But I'm not asking him out." Bez stayed still, praying the blush on his face wasn't visible. "Fine be like that." Cele said, putting his book down. "But when Pecco gets a boyfriend and you have to watch him be happy don't say I didn't push you."
He got up, book and phone in hand as he left the living room to go to his own. Celestino opened his phone and shot a text to Franky.
Cele: They like each other. Pecco said so, Bez just pretend not to. Both refuse to tell each other.
Franky: fucking idiots
The week passed on without many difficulties, Bez and Pecco connected at the hip. At breakfast they would be sitting next to each other, sharing a plate. Cele watched them, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. They spent the rest of the day on the track, racing until they got tired and flopped down on the sofa, leathers in a pile on the floor. Celin walked through the living room, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes. Reaching his wits end, he marched into his dad's room and flopped face down onto their bed.
Vale was busy with preparing for his next WEC so Marc sat down on the bed, a hand running up and down Celestino's back. "They're idiots." He said into the duvet. "Dumb as balls." Marc laughed, knowing exactly what his younger son was talking about. I know amor." He said, "it's not like we can lock them in a room and tell them how the other feels." Celestino popped his head up and looked at his dad as the cogs turned in his mind.
While Bez and Pecco slept on the sofa, tired from riding, Cele recruited the help of Mig and Franky. Together they swapped the doorknob of Pecco's bedroom to one that could only be locked with a key. Bez and Pecco woke up from their nap, joining everyone for dinner before going to bed. Celestino dangled the key between his fingers as he went to bed, prepared to put his plan into action in the morning.
Moning came with Bez and Pecco spending the early hours awake in bed. They heard a pair of keys, and then the sound of a lock turning. Bez looked at Pecco confused as the door unlocked. Cele opened the door and poked his head through the gap, "Pecco has had a crush on you since you guys were 16, and Bez has had a crush on you since you started dating that weird blonde." Celestino told them both before slamming the door shut and locking it from the outside.
Pecco stood embarrassed, face bright red as he sneaked a glance towards Bez. His friend was beet red, face in his hands avoiding eye contact. Pecco sat on the floor in silence, both of them wishing the other didn't hear what Celestino said. Pecco didn't know how long it had been before someone unlocked the door. Celestino opened the door, confused at the silence as Bez pushed past. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Pecco asked angrily. Cele froze, scared of his older brother as Pecco continued. "I fucking told you I wasn't going to tell him and now look. Bez won't even look me in the fucking eye." Celestino opened his mouth before being cut off. "Don't fucking bother Celestino." Pecco said, pushing Cele out and taking the key from bim. He slammed the door shut and locked the door, lying down on his bed, sobbing into his pillow.
The next day was awkward, nobody talking to each other. Pecco watched his younger brother slip into the kitchen, eyes looking down with guilt. He put his plate and the keys to his room on the counter and engulfed Cele in a hug. "I'm sorry." Celestino whispered, on the verge of tears. "I was just trying to help." Pecco kissed his forehead, "it's okay. I'm sorry for shouting at you." Cele sniffed as Pecco looked up to see Bez watching them. Pecco left go of Celin and gestured for Bez to follow him into his room.
Bez closed the door behind himself, the pair listening to the lock click into place. "We need to talk." Pecco said as he sat down on his bed, laying down. Bez lay down next to him. "He wasn't lying about any of it." Pecco closed his eyes at the confession. Bez's words flying over him and fluttering down onto his face. "I know." He replied as he stretched his hand out, pinky searching for Bez's. "What should we do?" Bez knocked his pinky against Pecco's. "What do you want?" Pecco asked. Bez huffed, interlocking their pinky fingers together.
"I want to kiss you."
Pecco opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Bez who was already looking at him earnestly. Something in Pecco stirred, something he didn't let himself think about. His blood felt hot and hand felt as if it was made of lead as he cupped Bez's face. Bez shuffled forwards, closing the space between them. They kissed, cautiously at first, exploring if this was right. Pecco pulled away, lips parted slightly as he looked at Bez. Bez had a starstruck look on his face that Pecco could only guess mirrored his own. Bez nodded and Pecco leaned in once more, this time a little harsher. Bez's hand snaked over Pecco's waist, sliding up his shier as Pecco's hand found itself down the back of Bez's trousers.
They continued kissing, pulling away for a split second and diving back in, unaware of their surroundings. The door opened, the key in Cele's hand as he barged in. "Papa says dinner is-" he stopped mid sentence, backing away from the pair and out the room, slamming the door shut with a scream.
#Baby boots and riding suits#Adora and writing#This is the final part of BBARS for now. NGL but I'm sorta emotional. I love this AU so much.
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Guess who had an Idea for a fanfic. sighhh
#is it sonadow related? mayyyybbeee but who's asking ;)#I usually write like in short bursts and never anything longer but IVE NEVER PUBLISHED ANY OF IT PUBLICLY HSJSH#it just hit me#Dropping the first part too noight#Since I'm not patient enough to start a ao3 account I am writing here on tumblr dot com#I just really wanted to write something ngl and I love Shadows character so here we are#g a s p I've said to mooch :O#baiiiiii <3#sonic#sonic the hedgehog
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wait so chuuya has angel imagery about him in stormbringer. and dazai is referred to as a demon on more than one occasion. and. hold on. wait. I'm going insane. hold on.
#don't try to figure out the grammar of this post I'm too lazy and having too many thoughts for that rn.#ANYWAY are they literally an angel/demon ship. in a way. bc if so. the dan rights are insane#I've been thinking abt this for awhile idk why it took me so long to post abt it#I'm ngl demon dazai as a concept is already enough to give me rights personally he truly is just like me fr#and . you know how insane i am abt angels. tbh chuuya would make a really good angel he's loyal and has humanity issues doesn't he.#also he is a Fucked Up Creature :) love that about him. but yeah that's another part of it#i wish there was like. more of that. more than just that one time symbolism. i need more. so i can write an essay abt angel chuuya#(if there is and i just missed it PLEASE send it my way. i am asking nicely đ«)#(ig you could argue he's like an angel saving the ada in this arc but... eh that's not direct enough for me)
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You took me to watch the sunset. Dutifully, I gazed at the hues Softly streaking across the sky. Golden light mixing with blue.
Truthfully, all I wanted Was to gaze upon you. Take in all your features, Your eyes so deep and true.
#writerscreed#spilled ink#dark academia#spilled poetry#love notes to no one#original poem#poem#poetry#my poetry#original poetry#poets on tumblr#writers and poets#my poem#love notes#writers on tumblr#love poem#poems and poetry#poetic#short poem#spilled thoughts#i was going to make this sad#but it turned out so cute and fluffy??#so i just kept it as a sunset date#ngl i'm struggling to get back to my writing style#i've been a little too out of touch#i hope i write something i like soon#tbh i think part of the problem is that i'm struggling with inspiration
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The backlash against Frozen, which, from my observation, has cooled down (that isn't a joke, I swear-) quite a bit over the past few years, was less based on the quality of the movie itself and more on the fact that its massive success and reach really overshadowed a lot of other movies that came out prior to it and after it and was getting credited for stuff that had already been done before plenty of times, and in many cases, in those exact movies. This is why, to this day, many fans STILL refuse to give Tangled its props without trying to put Frozen down in some way. In their eyes, Tangled should have gotten the glory and accolades Frozen received, but did not, and that made them quite jealous. Overall, Frozen is far from a bad movie. It's a great movie with a great message, characters, music and does actually deserve the success and recognition it got, and some fans need to stop being so salty about it and uplift their fav movies without putting Frozen down so they get the proper appreciation they deserve as well. Although, yes, the credit this movie got for allegedly introducing themes, archetypes and tropes that had already been seen before in Disney, including movies set in a fairytale world with heroines as the protags, was undoubtedly the most annoying part about its success and is part of the reason why many tried to drag this movie and its main leads.
#disney#frozen#txt#ngl i was part of the hate train for a long time too#not as much as others tho but still i was one of these people who thought frozen was overrated af#but now i realized i was kinda full of it for that opinion#when i saw it the first time the major gripe i had with how many songs it had#but now i'm actually fine with that#idk my stance on this movie had always been a weird one#i have always contradicted myself when it came to this movie#until recently when i've finally begun to embrace it#i have always liked it and not liked it? idk. it's been weird#i do want to see thiw franchise get expanded but i'd prefer a tv series#and i think frozen ii needs a retcon ngl that movie was a whole shitshow writing wise#and the message was not as impactful i'm sorry but it's in line with the typical âthe power is actually in meâ bullshit#it's some selfish nonsense and is against the main theme of almost every disney movie#which is about how your dreams will come true if you have faith AND do for others. something even better will happen or you will want#something else entirely#it's about selflessness love and sacrifice whether it's romantic platonic familiar or even related to the community as a whole#but anyways that's an entirely different point#so yeah frozen isn't a terrible movie you guys. i think the anger is misplaced
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Pinup!!!!! the baby!!!! the guy!!!!
sorry if this looks kinda iffy the majority of this was drawn between 11pm and 2:30am so i was very tired loll
also yes that is a totoro bag i dont care if totoro doesnt exist in cyber city he has a totoro bag come at me
Pinup belongs to @turntableart
#read all the tags before you reblog otherwise you will be confused#i feel like i got the body type wrong uaughhh#i feel like the proportions are inaccurate#im blaming it on the clothes i promise the sketch looked good then the clothes went and ruined it#i feel really bad admitting this but now that i think about it i literally never draw chubby characters#all my addisons are pretty long and gangly for the most part and then spamton is just very small in my style hes not really pudgy#and tbh i didnt really draw full bodies very often before addisons and spamton but my one (1) oc was also pretty long and lanky#probably because i myself am pretty long and lanky#ueuugough hauguh#i need to practice more#also i feel like the shoes look weird#im generally not too happy with it but its ok ig#i was terrified of making the features too exaggerated and being offensive and i think i went to much the other way and just made him skinn#ffs#ill draw him again i promise#and it will look better pinky promise#đ€đ€đ€ theres no proper pinky emoji#i love him tho hes cute#i really like his original design#uururuguggg#ugh debating whether i should even post this or if i should keep tinkering with it#im gonna tinker with it a bit more i will continue writing tags when im done#ok tinkering over im much happier with it now#i made him a bit shorter and that solved all my problems#i think i have a habit of drawing characters too tall ngl lmao#also not too happy with the rendering but its good enough#uh im only posting the tinkered version that im happy with so if you want the untinkered version then just ask lol#pixel art#art#turn off the lights arg
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Musical Touken Ranbu: Gou on Stage ~ Satomi Hakkenden; New Edition english sub
At long long last I am able to present you the subtitles for the senshuuraku of Goumyu! After a very turbulent year, I'm glad to be lowkey picking up subtitling again. For this performance, though, I won't be able to do a tl notes file. If I were fair to myself, I'd allow myself to write my grievances with what Goumyu's plot does to what had been established for Kogitsunemaru and Mikazuki when those are relevant, but if I were fair to you all, I wouldn't give you a file that's 90% complaining and 10% actual notes or background.
Don't let my grievances distract from the performance though, it's still genuinely fantastic even if the theming choices may be painful to me. Especially Oodenta is fantastic. Goodness gracious.
Keep in mind that this is only the subtitle file, timed and tled to the DMM senshuuraku. The archive version will have a talk at the start, so the starting times of the subs will have to be delayed accordingly.
Download the subs for Goumyu here!
#gou on stage#goumyu#shinpen satomi hakkenden#touken ranbu#toumyu#Water's translations#I may not be able to do a tl notes file in good faith#but in perhaps slightly more neutral faith- if it is wished for- I could still write the#âhow goumyu deconstructs Kogi's themes and generalises them/hands them to othersâ essay#I'm especially mad about the omote/ura thing#and the way mukau tsuchioto seems to be invoked#as well as the subtle nagoritsuki#ngl goumyu is THE reason why I dread the upcoming myu with Mika without Kogi#closely followed by TKO#anyway yes Tamazusa!Oodenta can step on me#and goumyu is a lovely meta-commentary on what it means to put on a stage performance#it works really well with toumyu's themescape otherwise it just. chooses to Undo Kogi (hyperbolically worded)#it also hooks into and contextualises TKO further-- which is part of the problem (Sui...)#ANYWAY. DUE TO NO KOGI I SHALL BE DOING TSUWA NEXT#WILL ALSO SERVE AS GREAT PREP FOR THE NEW MYU FOR EVERYONE INTERESTED#if I can make even a single person see what I saw in Toumyu (in general but also for KogiMika up to Kotobuki-) I'll be very happy
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"A person in two months can show you
what a person in five years couldn't..."
I always loved that quote.
I didn't realize until recentlyÂ
that I hadn't fully grasped it
before.
A person in five years
took all my time,
attention,
and energy,
hoarding it all upÂ
with a dragon like
greed.Â
He drained me;
slowly dimmed me of my light.Â
First, I stopped drawing,
then, I fell out of love with writing.
Before I knew it,
my self expression was dead
and I felt
lost.Â
I knew something was wrong,
I just didn't realize
that somethingÂ
was him.Â
In two months
someone new filled me
back up.Â
They walked into my life,
and jumped in to help me
undo the damage
he'd done.Â
I've started drawing again,
and I hope
I'll fall in love with writing again,
too.
-"Time doesn't mean anything. Character does."
#I'm not sure how to write when I'm not full of confusion#and conflicted yearning and anguish#and relationship stress#and pain#writing has always been an outlet for me so making art in this part of my healing#difficult ngl#but I still want to document my story#poetry#writers on tumblr#writeblr#love#poem#aromantic#writing#poets corner#poesia#love poem#prose poem#prose#prose poetry#poet#new poets society#original poem#poems and poetry#poems and quotes#poems on tumblr#poetrycommunity#poets on tumblr#poetsandwriters#short poem
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Against my better judgement I'm watching more of the 2016 ppg reboot and lemme tell you something. I HAAAAAAATE the way they write Utonium I HATE IT!!!
But sometimes there'll be a little moment here or there where he's kinda...cute > ^ <
#jane journals#self insert talk#đŹ starkissed scientist đŹ#ONCE IN A GREAT WHILE THERE'LL BE A VERY RARE W#like the one i just watched on recommendation from my partner where bubbles doesnt feel cute anymore cause she took a bad school photo#and woww they CAN write him being a good dad for once!! đđđ#not like good dad is a CORE PART OF HIS CHARACTER#but he reminds her that being cute is just ONE facet of what makes her a wonderful person#and then he brings her close and says 'between you and me you're the cutest one in the world!' UGGGHH#YOU CANT DO THAT YOU CANT TRICK ME LIKE THAT!!!!#and in the one i currently just finished he had a. job interview?? i guess he DOESNT get paid by the government#but the lady doing his interview said that they 'really love his work' and he BLUSHED ugghgh#fuck this show. ESPECIALLY FUCK IT FOR HAVING /SOME/ MOMENTS I ACTUALLY LIKE!!!!!#also it seems weird to me that bubbles would become so hung up on being cute#in the og its not like she's consciously being cute because its her THING she just IS#shes naturally innocent and good hearted ie CUTE#idfk#oh also buttercup pulls out a bucket list and the first thing is 'yell at a bird'#and ngl that made me blow air out of my nose ajfkf#ugh i could say a lot more but im not gonna
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I have some headcanons for the MLP x AC crossover!
I think for the MLP x AC crossover, Desmond would be an alicorn like the princess ponies. I could see him with flowy hair like Celestia and with a similar cutie mark.
I could see AltaĂŻr and Ezio being pegasus ponies with eagle wings. AltaĂŻr would have a Hidden Blade or a book as his cutie mark because he searches for knowledge. Ezio would have the Auditore crest or an Eagle because of his loyalty to family.
I could see pony! Ezio, AltaĂŻr, and Desmond having to team up to defeat Discord, who is likely the offspring of the Isu.
What's your opinion on these ideas?
@requiescat-in-pace-bastardo
The initial My Little Pony AU idea (well, Desmond's initial pony design anyway) for those curious.
I was thinking âyeah, I canât draw that many ponies XDâ and I remember I actually knew someone who could.
So hereâs @scrystheaâs work based on nonnyâs and my ideas.
I included RatonhnhakĂ©:ton because if weâre going to make them ponies, letâs give the âcomplete setâ (sorry, Edward.)
I kinda like the idea that Desmond is a successor to their ârulerâ (whether this ruler is Amunet or an unknown pony is up to you) but he doesnât like being the successor because everyone expect too much of him.
AltaĂŻr, Ezio and RatonhnhakĂ©:ton are his childhood friends turned guards so thereâs a bit of conflict there. Like, Desmond has been with them for so long that he trusts them fully but the countless times other ponies had seen him as not living up to the high standards they expect from a successor had shattered his self-esteem. He tries to hide it by smiling and ignoring it but thereâs always a whisper in his mind that questions if they care for him because they like him or his âfailuresâ had made them think of him as more of a burden that needs to be protected because itâs their duty.
Of course, that could be farther from the truth and they had been the one to insist that they be Desmondâs guards, knowing how much their friend had suffered from the eyes of strangers who think of him as a successor, not a child being given too much burden.
I kinda like the idea that Desmondâs alicorn form is âhiddenâ and the form I drew before with Desmond wearing a hoodie is what he usually looks like. His low self-esteem sorta hindered his growth and he wears a hood because he believes he has no horn (thatâs not true. Itâs just a bit too little right now).
And thatâs why the ruler decided that Desmond should go on a quest!
âA quest to find the kind of ruler you wish to be.â
âŠâŠâŠ. and also because Discord needs to be beaten again.
The ruler has complete trust that Desmond would succeed and find the path he wishes to take.
Desmond agrees because it wasnât like he can actually say no to their ruler.
He also makes the ruler agree that, if Desmond loses to Discord or if he returns after defeating Discord but not knowing what kind of ruler he wants to become, the ruler must pick another successor. (he even gives the name of his guards as his replacement because, in his eyes, theyâre better choices that he could ever be).
The ruler agrees and Desmond sets out on his quest with his guards (who didnât know about the âdealâ he and the ruler have).
During their quests, they meet other ponies and, away from the scrutinizing eyes of the other ponies that was surrounding him growing up, Desmond slowly starts to realize that he does have what it takes to be the ruler.
Fighting Discord (maybe even go the clichĂ© but still heart-string pulling setup of Desmond finally awakening into his alicorn form to protect his friends or because of his friendsâ words of encouragement and defending Desmond from Discord preying on his insecurities during the heat of the moment) is the climax of the story and they win. Afterwards, they return to the ruler andâŠ
This is the part where Desmond has to now choose.
To finally accept that he will be the next ruler orâŠ
To say that he doesnât want to be the next ruler and would rather travel the world, helping ponies in need (as well as a final fuck you to the ponies who had been âdisappointedâ of him for years)
#ngl#the final part?#definitely because of my love#for rofans where the mc just go#fuck you guys im out XD#my little pony au#assassin's creed#desmond miles#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#altaïr ibn la'ahad#ezio auditore#ratonhnhaké:ton#connor kenway
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Solaire Clan Headcanons (Ft. Tank and Quinn)
- Lovely knows how to fence
- Vincent had a goth phase in the 6th grade, and grew out of it a month before he was turned
- Fred dyed his hair blond after Fred from Scooby Doo
- Sam owns a reclining chair and a rocking chair
- Vincent will step into the sun for 10 seconds for $50, and has
- William can crochet
- Alexis wears leather religiously, you can fight me on this
- Bright eyes has done the Tide Pod challenge
- Quinn was a marathon runner in college
- Before Tank got the keys to Samâs house, theyâd shift into a wolf and sleep on their back on his porch until Sam got home.
- Lovely thought the shades pouring into the stadium was a part of the congratulations display, and was excited to see how itâd play out.
- Bright Eyes wears glasses
- Fred watched 10 minutes of Velma and proceeded to cry his heart out
- Williamâs favorite part of history is the French Revolution
- Before the Sam incident, Alexis and Vincent would tie each other to a stick during the sunrise and see how long itâd take before the other whimpers out for fun
- Fred can drive joystick
- Sam had to hitchhike his way to Dahlia when he first ran away
- Tank was forced to wear a âget-alongâ shirt when they were a kid whenever they argued with the other pack kids. They still own it and wear it whenever theyâre having a lazy day with Sam
- Lovely can and will do a full step-out on the spot if they feel like it
- Vincent canât make toast
- Bright Eyes hates the Michael Myers movies because Fred has logically proven they would die in each one
- Alexis owned a dog once, but forgot to feed it
- Lovely has made their own grave after Inversion, and visits it every month. Vincent doesnât know about it.
- Vincent DESPISESÂ âMy Babysitterâs a Vampireâ
- Quinn and Tank used to vandalize buildings and steal from stores as dates before Tank found out what he was really doing
- Theyâd call each other âBonnie and Clydeâ
- Sam canât do push-ups
- William only likes the first Hotel Transylvania movie. The rest are âdisgracefulâ
- Lovely doesnât wear Vincentâs sweaters when heâs gone, so he forcibly puts the sweaters he owns on them and âpretendsâ they had it on the whole time
- Sam hates cats, Tank loves them
- Fred can jump fences smoothly, Bright Eyes tried to do it the way he does but their leg got caught and they face-planted on the ground, broke their glasses, and their leg.
- Sam still has Vine on his phone
- Lovely does ballet
- So does Vincent
#Im feeling more confident writing ngl#Redacted ASMR#Redacted Audio#Redacted Solaire Clan#redacted vincent#Redacted Sam#Redacted Lovely#Redacted Tank#Redacted Darlin#Redacted Bright Eyes#Redacted Fred#Redacted William#Redacted Alexis#redacted quinn#I forgot Adam used to be in the clan#should I add him in part 2?
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Okay, yeah, I'm not 100% settled on that because it just feels wrong, but I think I might quit Dadrius week for real and just. Not write the rest of the prompts.
I was thinking about how I was regretting not having written an angsty prompt for day 2 because I know people like angsty prompts more but the friends I consulted like the fluffy one more and I did want to write fluff so I was happy with that, but then the whole time I've been worried about not having enough angst in my prompts for people to want to really read my stuff and... idk, man. That's just off. I used to write things because I thought they were fun, not because I was agonizing over if people would read them or not, you know? Literally my first Dadrius fic was just me going "oh, my god, I want to write this so bad" and coincidentially it did get a lot of attention but at the time I was just SO excited about the idea and the composition the fic would have and that was literally it. I wasn't thinking about anything else, I was just having fun.
And I guess it's because in the past, when I wrote fics for this fandom, people did interact with me and I liked that, it was fun to talk to people about these things and whatever. And I don't get that anymore, which is fine, of course, I'm not entitled to anybody's time, but it's just not fun anymore. It feels like I'm just throwing empty words out there and it's so... boring. Like I don't know, maybe my writing just sucks, maybe it doesn't. My friends are very sweet and do seem to like it but you know, they do like me, so things I do they might see with sweeter eyes.
Idk, man. I just feel like I've been doing so many things for so long that haven't been for myself but for what it feels like it's expected of me and that's all. And it sucks even more because literally nobody expects this of me, I'm not fulfilling anybody's expectations, I'm just stressing myself out for nothing.
So idk. It might be good to just NOT.
#personal#sort of venty i guess#i'm just having a crisis of faith. don't mind me#idk i feel like i've been clinging to this. telling myself it's fine. but each time i just get kinda discouraged and idk#it's kinda doing more harm than good i guess. like it's making me not want to write anymore and i love writing#i think part of why i've had such a big writer's block has been that#i feel like that was why the only fics i could bring myself to write in all those months were for stuff like... the ahsoka show or rebels#literally who cares there. i knew if anything like 5 people would read it and that was fine. i wasn't hoping for anything#i was just having fun! which. btw. i reread my hera and ezra fic last night and ngl i cooked with that one
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hi yeah yes this blog is dead buts the only one that still has reader insert content on it and I just gotta say like
What the fuck is up the with exclusivity of reader insert shit these days? If it's about a marginally attractive man all of a sudden its f!reader afab!reader (which should NOT BE INDICATIVE OF PRONOUNS????????? YOURE NAMING THEIR SEX, AND LABELING THE PHYSICAL SEX IF IT HAS EXPLICIT CONTENT LIKE THAT IMPLIES ITS GOING TO BE GENDER NEUTRAL AND THEN ITS NOT AND ITS IMMEDIATELY TRIGGERING FOR A LOT OF TRANS PPL LIKE MYSELF??)
Like it was very very common that reader insert content baseline be gender neutral unless requested otherwise that way everyone who finds the character attractive can enjoy it?? SOOOOO fucking fed up with this smh
Fandom space is supposed to be inclusive and ngl like. when you cater specifically and only to one set of pronouns with this kind of stuff its soo deterring to so many queer people
#sorry this has just been pissing me off so fucking much lately because every character i like reading about#over the past year or so is like. mear exclusively written with a fem perspective and that shit is infuriating#because if youre loterally just writing a oneshot that has no reason to be catered to a specific use of pronouns Why are you usinv them#like youre writing a hc about how they hug why is it Gendered#fucking christ sorry if this seems like.#yknow what no im not sorry actually#idk man i made a huge effort to make people feel included n thats just dropped off the face of the earth with some fandoms for fucking real#not calling out tf here havent been in that space in a minute#i AM calling out anyone that writes for jjk dc comics any part pedro pascal has played in media ever uhhhhhhh etc etc#im not saying the authors have ill intent or problematic#im just saying it perpetuates an exclusionary soace and makes people feel left out#and ngl.... as much is i love everyone joining sites and blah blah blah post pandemic and w the popularity of tiktok#yall need to fucking Learn fandom edicate that shit is so fucking infuriating#not all of u ofc but some of yall are so disrespectful#anyways hi!! bye <3#vent
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