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[aprilblossomgirl]

Coming back to this school steps scene, I found that it was so easy to gloss over the scene where Wat stepped up and talked about his filmmaking project only as something randomly happened to save his friends. What was not appreciated enough is that by doing so, he also indirectly gave some room to break all the tension regarding the students protest. It gave enough nudge for Sani to make a move and voice her concern. Right after Wat stepped into the circle and came to his friends defend, Sani quickly followed up, braved herself, and requested to Chadok to deal first with the protest, to which Chadok agreed and directed the trio to follow him to the Student Welfare Department Office. I think this is an important point that, unfortunately, did not get the highlight it deserved: Nun, Nong, and Nian finally got their chance to speak up directly with and be listened by the school authority. This is not the first time Sani ever suggested to Chadok to listen to the group or imply the need to investigate about the Suppalo curse, but it's only at the time Chadok finally listened and agreed to it.

The Eclipse | Ep. 11.5 (Wasuwat + the Short Film Project)

[bad-science]

You know you’ve truly made it as a Freaky Weirdo when ppl find something dead and immediately think of you. My sister brought me a dead snake in a McDonald’s bag

[vagabond-umlaut]

pinterest moodboard for my mdzs oc

[idolkilling]

Aimlessly wandering the world wide web on a sleepy Sunday evening, the audience may find themselves on a rabbithole of netsites and videoboards. Eventually, they may stumble across a peculiar livestream entitled “Interview With A Void.” Upon clicking the feed, one might think the proposed void is much paler than expected—but the video, nonetheless, presents a strange, uncanny feeling:

The music is distant and unintelligible (out-of-tune and alien, yet promoting a sickly nostalgic deja vu), the audio static-laced (muffled and scratching like an old record, yet shockingly comprehensive), and video streaked with scanlines as if broadcast fully analogue (are those yellow sclera, the ‘void’ has? are those sharp teeth? what kind of room are they in, so endlessly white?).

Beneath the media player lie a collapsible description and an input field for commentary. You:

>>> Inspect the description

This section reads:

An eldritch creature that embodies inhuman perfection—perhaps to its detriment, when it longs for a taste of the human will. It may feed in the form of proximity to mortals, adopting a constantly-shifting persona, tailor-made to get close to others or manipulate its situation to the most stimulating outcome. DICHOTOMY — SUBJECTIVITY/TRUTH — HUMANITY/PERFECTION — CONTROL/INDULGENCE This entity possesses no moral compass of its own and takes equal pleasure in benevolent and malicious actions, though it is noted to have a deep understanding of what humans consider ‘right’ and ‘wrong.’ It is a sadomasochist with a taste for raw flesh. Despite its charming, trustworthy, and whimsical exterior, beware: It is a venus flytrap. Beautiful, keeping a dark side hidden to lure victims in.

This must be the ‘void.’ An odd gimmick, though if you think of it in terms of the ‘call of the void’—the phenomenon where humans find themselves inexplicably, intrusively drawn to a violent end—you suppose it makes sense. Maybe this is some kind of character roleplay…? An actor…?

>>> Inspect the comment box

This section reads:

What I want to know is… — Ask Me Anything

Maybe you have questions?

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not something I’m actually taking questions for atm—just a fun thing I hosted in a little discord server www

[pixelatedbugs]

i love how varied scps are. some are so, so terrifying, some are extremely heartwarming, some are so sad, some are any combination of those three, and some are that one vending machine with an edging kink

[dandeeliion]

realizing now that what i love about federico garcía lorca’s poetry after reading it in an anthology is the reader’s ability to enter and exit within the same poem, which is to say: you can build a narrative from the collection or you can leave, content with the narrative of a singular poem. then realizing that many of my recent moments of distinct clarity would be well conveyed in a collection of poetry, a capture of my life as it is now. i think this anthology would be titled “stoplight poetry” and include:

my sister

the end of summer as practice for death

the red line

sunset on the clock

[luobinghelovebot]

here's how post canon bingliu can still win

[thenarrativefoil]

I tried the disney on ice spa treatment (cryotherapy). IT WAS COLD. But my joint pain did go down?

[whereireid]

What cancellation have you survived 💀

i got cancelled once for when i was 17 bc i accidentally interacted with someone who had mdni on their page😭 and i got semi cancelled / harassed on twitter for being a leftist and had to make a new account

[lovesickgyu]

waking up on a period has gotta be one of the worst experiences ever

[aprilblossomgirl]

This post is somewhat a continuation of my halfway review. [1] [2] [3]

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What makes The Eclipse feels so real (for me) is that it shows authoritarianism in the education system and how it affects all layers of the school community. What's most striking is how the school didn't use the rules to maintain orderliness but to keep its reputation intact and the powerful authorities in place. I tried to see how some parts of the school community were affected by such a system through the names that Ayan put in his board. I think how he put the order of those names was intentional.

Akk

Ayan put Akk's name at the center of his board as the starting point of his thread of investigation while being aware that it's him behind the Suppalo curse. He saw how Akk played with the brake of the van that attacked the World Remembers trio, and then he put together that it might have also been him behind those other accidents he learned about through the Twitter trends before he came to Suppalo. But he also saw how Akk, as the head prefect, represented the most damaged by the archaic school system: the students. Uniformed, both in how they dressed and thought. Repressed by the inflicted fear of the curse and the brainwashing through repeated recitation of the pledge of allegiance. And specifically, for Akk, the pressure of carrying the whole Suppalo reputation on his shoulders.

Nun, Nong, Nian

Apart from the majority of students - tamed, controlled, obedient - represented by Akk, next on Ayan's board are Nun, Nong, and Nian. The World Remembers group, labeled as outcasts by their friends, insists on claiming their right to protest against the uniform rules. Their statement during the protest was clear: "A school is a safe place that welcomes everyone and fosters the culture of advocating basic human rights." Chadok, however, disregarded it as he still considered them to be violating Suppalo's own rules. In this case, the rules were absolute and controlling, superior to the National Education Act, which the group referred to during their protest. Doing these protests, they risked having clashes with their parents, teachers, and friends to stand up and fight for what they think is right. They realized how the century-old Suppalo's rules have been violating the human right of the students, especially regarding their bodies, freedom of self-expression, and possession, as highlighted in the series. They knew somebody would need to start bringing it to the surface and keeping it there for as long as possible for others to be aware as well, and so they took the role. Akk assumed Ayan was someone behind this group and their protests but he never was. Ayan's supportive of them, but kept his distance.

Sani

Sani's name comes right after the World Remembers trio. The new, young, naive, yet the attentive teacher is in a difficult position. She tried to be understanding of all sides. She knew things might be wrong with the school, but she hadn't fully grasped it. She knew she needed to, and did, stand up for the students, but there is more about having so little power and space than she was allowed to move. I understand Ayan's anger with her, an emotion similar to what he had once with Thua, but this time it was more, because he had high expectations as she is a teacher, in the same position as Dika to that, who he might have slightly thought should fully take the students' side more without any compromising. I also understand Sani's frustration with herself. (This is where things get a bit more personal.) Working in the education sector, I know really well how hard it is to break the long-established and corrupted system as depicted in this series, both from the inside and the outside. Being the young, the newbie in such a system, being critical to the faults of it while being highly aware of just how powerless she was in her position. No questioning, no saying no, were ever allowed. The conflicts (as mild as they might seem) she had were not only about a structural hierarchy but also an authoritative position and a culture of seniority, a set of deeply rooted system to fight. Sani's struggle, at least to me, was realistically portrayed. So, I wonder how this series will shape the final arc of her character's development.

Chadok

After Sani, it's Chadok on the board. Once, Chadok said this in a meeting with other teachers about giving Ayan a lesson, "...behind an able man there are always other able men." That statement applies to him as well. I could never move past how disturbing it was for me to hear these. To Akk, "The prefects' duty is to do whatever it takes to make Suppalo remain Suppalo. I hope you don't forget that." Such is the peak of mind game played into Akk's brain by Chadok, all to 'assist him' in keeping the order of Suppalo. And to Sani, "All right then. You deal with them the way you see fit. As for me, I'll deal with them my way." Those were words of no compromise. I have my way, and then, to Akk: and you will abide by it (a one-way order because of the student-teacher hierarchy), while to Sani: and you will not interfere with it (a warning because of the mixture of seniority and being colleagues). Ayan has just started confronting Chadok, because of what he saw with Akk, and he'll finally ask him about Dika in the next episode. So, more is yet to come.

The Principal

One of the last questions is, who is the one more powerful behind Chadok, which leads to the last name on the board. So far, we have only a few appearances of the principal: during Sani's interview, twice scolding both Chadok and Sani for losing control over the students' protests, and once when Chadok gave his official warning to all students through an announcement following the burned puppet accident. She gave Chadok a gesture very similar to one Chadok gave to Akk, putting her hand on his shoulder. A gesture of dominance and control. In the episode 11 teaser, Ayan said, "Let's go see the last boss." Will this be the principal or someone behind her? Is she the final end of this chain of school authorities, or is she, just like Chadok, just another chain link within? She warned that if the student prefects cannot do their work controlling the protest, an outside force will do it, and this was shown in the next episode's teaser. I wonder whether it would be a higher government authority, the military, or something else. Also, just what the school's alumni group sponsorship has something to do with the changes that these students demand? (Some of these last questions are rethoric, but giving a second thoughts of them wouldn't hurt.)

The unpredictability from the broader point of view of how this chain of power play on Suppalo might end is so full of tension yet feels so real. It's not only about the uniform but what it represents. It's not only about claiming individual rights but of larger entities. It's not only about choosing a side but understanding what it means to stand in the middle ground. The prison-like school is indeed just a miniature of a larger story.

[ariestrxsh]

⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, praise, fingering, semi-public sex, breeding kink, edging, creampie, daddy kink, thigh riding, sneaky sex, multiple orgasms, softdom!chris, softdom!matt, innocent!reader

📝 author's note: 📝 this is the fourth part to playground love, my favorite series i've written so far. here, you can access parts one, two, and three. 💖 enjoy.

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Before Matt and Chris share you again, Matt wants some alone time with you. But so does Chris.

playground love part four 💖

You woke up to the sound of the birds chirping outside your window and a bit of morning light pouring into your room through your sheer, pink curtains. You were in a daze, buzzing with euphoria as you recalled the two beautiful blue-eyed boys you'd had in your bed the night before that fulfilled your every need you never even knew you had.

"Hi, pretty girl. I'm ten minutes away. I have something I want to bring you," Matt's text read. "My mom is sleeping, but don't park in front of the house in case she wakes up," you texted back.

You were so giddy to see Matt that you practically jumped out of bed. You put on a pretty powder-blue dress, fixed your hair, accessorized with a matching blue bow, and brushed your teeth.

"I'm parked a couple of houses down, sweetheart," his message appeared on your phone. You quietly tiptoed down your stairs and made your way out the door, being gentle with the knob to keep the latch from making any noise. You'd never snuck out before, and given the fact that it was 9 a.m. on a Saturday morning, you could hardly call it that.

You floated down the driveway and peered down the road to look for Matt's car. There he was, parked next to the curb, and your face lit up as he saw you and waved. You skipped over to him, and he leaned over to open your door.

"Get in, princess," he said softly but sternly. The first thing he did once you got into his car was pull you into a kiss. Your stomach fluttered while he reached up to cup your face, his soft lips engulfing your own. "You look so pretty," he smirked, admiring your dress and the cute bow in your hair. You blushed and smiled at him.

Matt pulled out a small box like the kind you get from a pharmacy that read Plan B on it. "What's that?" You curiously pondered while Matt opened the box and pulled out a pill. "Take this, princess. This is to make sure we don't accidentally make a baby," he chuckled.

Your face dropped, and tears welled in your eyes. You started to let out a soft sob. Matt's demeanor immediately changed. He set the pill down in his cup holder and cradled you in his arms while your tears stained his white t-shirt. "Awh, princess. What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" Matt softly asked you, planting kisses on your forehead while you cried into his chest.

"You don't wanna have a baby with me?" You asked him through your sniveling. "Oh, sweetheart. It's not that I never wanna have a baby with you. Just not right now. We're so young," he consoled you, sympathetically rubbing your back.

Hearing Matt say that he was open to maybe having babies with you one day made you cheer up a bit. "Really? Do you want me to have your babies one day?" You sweetly asked, looking up at him with your big, watery eyes.

"Maybe, princess," he whispered, carressing your cheek. "But first, we both have to finish school, go to college, and get good-paying jobs. You could go become a doctor like your mom," he suggested.

You started to cry a little again, "I don't wanna be a doctor like my mom. She's never home. And when she is home, she's sleeping. I don't want a big house with lots of things. I just want to be a stay-at-home mom and spend time with my babies," you sniffled while Matt dried your tears.

"You've thought about this a lot, haven't you?" He softly replied. You shyly nodded at him. "You'd be a great mom," he whispered, rubbing your back some more. "I don't want to take the pill. I just want you to fill me with more of your babies," you glanced at him with begging eyes.

All this talk about making babies with you had Matt hardening in his pants. "Let me take you somewhere private. I didn't mean to make you cry. I want to make you feel all better," Matt said, pulling away from the curb.

He drove you out to the forest, and the two of you parked under the shade a big tree where an unoccupied camping spot was. "Come here, sweet girl," Matt reached out for you after reclining his seat a bit. You crawled into his lap. He held you in his arms while you leaned back on him with your back against his chest, your hair tickling his neck and your bow bumping against his cheek.

He slowly pulled up the bottom of your dress to reveal your panties that matched your dress. He took his middle finger and slowly ran it up and down your slit over your clothing. "Ahhh," you moaned in delight in his ear. He slowly pulled your panties to the side and stared down at your sleek pussy, licking his lips. "You're already so eager," Matt observed, his fingers dipping into your sweet hole to feel how wet you were.

Your pussy was practically drooling for him. "What's got you all turned on, princess? You like thinking about me filling you with my babies?" Matt cooed. "Yes, Matt. I wanna make you a daddy," you whimpered, your eyes locked on his while his fingers grazed your clit. "Oh, princess. I love the sound of that."

He was lost in your innocent stare, rubbing small circles on your sweet spot. You relished in the way his digits skillfuly matched the exact speed and pressure you needed. You felt a knot forming in your stomach, and your legs began to shake, but Matt slowed the circles he drew on your clit and whispered, "Not yet, princess. Hold out just a bit longer, hmm?"

You slowed your breathing and tried to calm the storm brewing in your center. Matt slipped a finger into your heat, and you let out a needy gasp while he pushed it in all the way. You fixed your eyes intently on his slender, bony finger, slowly moving back and forth, and then he added another. He curled them, hitting your sweet spot while his thrusts became a bit faster.

"Please let me finish," you whined, clutching onto Matt's arm and losing yourself in his blue eyes. "Not yet, sweetheart. Just a bit longer. Finally have you all to myself. I wanna take my time with you," he whispered, not taking his eyes off you.

His thumb found its way to your sensitive bundle of nerve endings while he continued to explore you with his fingers. You desperately whined as he filled you, stimulating all your most pleasurable places. "Like the way my fingers feel in you, baby?" He cooed. You squealed in approval, trying pathetically to hold on while you fought a losing battle against Matt's heavenly touch.

You started to spasm around his digits, your legs trembling as you urgently whimpered. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold out anymore," you breathlessly apologized to the beautiful boy who cradled you in his arms.

"Don't be sorry, princess. I know you did your best," he softly swooned over you and how pretty you were with your flushed face, your bright pink lips, and your glazed over expression. "So cute when you finish on my fingers," he whispered, kissing your forehead. You let out a soft giggle while your breath found its way back to you.

"Princess, I'm not gonna make you take the medicine if you don't want to. It's your body. I'm just letting you know that I'm not ready to be a dad yet. I want to start a career first so I can take care of you and all the babies we have," Matt said while looking deep into your eyes. "Just fill me up one more time before I take the pill, please," you begged him after a few minutes of mulling over what he said.

"Of course, princess," he replied, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his gorgeous cock. "Take off your pretty panties," Matt directed you, and you obeyed him, slipping them off your thighs and tossing them on the floor of Matt's car.

"Straddle me, darling," he whispered, pulling you onto him and lowering you onto his sensitive tip. He let out a guttural moan as your pussy eagerly swallowed the head. "So big," you moaned as Matt watched his length slowly disappear into your hole, stretching you out. You started riding him gently at first, still sore from the previous night.

After a few minutes of rocking your hips back and forth with Matt inside you, you were enveloped by pleasure. You slid up and down on his rod, quickening the pace a bit, but Matt needed more.

He gripped your hips with his strong, veiny hands and guided you the way he wanted you to move. He bounced you up and down on him while he thrusted himself up, rutting into your hard-to-reach places. You let out a slew of satisfied sounds while Matt stuffed your tight, pink pussy with his throbbing cock.

He watched in awe as your eyes rolled back and your bow jostled around in your pretty hair. His hands traveled up your back, and he pulled you closer while he delivered more thrusts. Harder. Faster. "Oh, Matt. Please fill me up. Fill up my pussy," you cried out. His cock twitched at the way you begged him to finish in you.

"Yeah, princess? You're gonna make me cum if you keep talking like that," he grunted, starting to relinquish control to the feeling. "Fill me up, Matt. Fill me up," you whimpered breathlessly.

"Oh my god!" Matt exclaimed, spurts of his hot, sticky load flowing into your cunt as he held you in place, and leaking down his shaft as you clenched around him, finishing all over his cock. The two of you were lost in your desire for one another, your harmonic moaning, and your heavy panting. "Good girl. Take me so well," he smirked as your riding came to a stop.

You both stayed there for a moment, looking into each other's eyes. "I'm gonna take the pill, Matt. I want to be a mother someday. I want to be the mother of your children. But I don't want to force you into something before you're ready. I want to do this right," you whispered, a bit solemnly.

"Thank you, princess. Thanks for understanding," Matt responded quietly. While you still straddled Matt's lap, he reached into the cup holder and handed you the Plan B as well as a water bottle he brought for you.

"Come on, let's get you back," Matt cooed after you swallowed the pill as you sat in his passenger seat, consumed by how smitten you were with the boy who drove you home. Every few minutes, he looked over and gave you a big smile.

He pulled up to the curb where he had picked you up. "When does your mom work next, angel?" Matt inquired, flattening your hair and fixing your disheveled bow.

"Not until Monday," you looked at him a bit disappointed. "Want me and Chris to come over again after school on Monday? We'll make you feel real good. Take real good care of you," he smirked, pulling you in and kissing your soft, luscious lips. He pulled away, holding the back of your head and staring lustfully at you, awaiting your answer.

"Please," you whispered.

Once Matt got home and walked through his front door, Chris was on the couch, and without looking up from his phone, he asked, "So where have you been?"

"What does it matter?" Matt blew off his brother's question. "You fucked her, didn't you?" He accused Matt. "Why do you care if I did? She's my girl. I'm just sharing her with you," Matt retorted, glaring at Chris, and Chris rolled his eyes in response. "I want some alone time with her, too," Chris sneered. "Not gonna happen," Matt snorted, shaking his head.

Watch me, Chris thought to himself.

It was about 8 p.m. that night, and you were getting ready for bed, running your brush through your long hair in front of your big mirror when you heard what sounded like tapping on your bedroom window.

While in nothing but your panties and an oversized t-shirt, you peeled back your sheer, pink curtains to reveal a boy who was climbing the big tree outside your room. "Chris!?" You whispered loudly as you opened your window, letting in a warm breeze. The scent of someone barbecuing down the road filled your nostrils.

"Hi, sweetheart. Sorry for showing up unannounced. Matt's too possessive to give me your number, and I didn't want your mom to know I was here. So I climbed your tree," he smirked at you. You had to admire his dedication. You stared at him wide-eyes for a second in silence. "Can I come in?" He kindly asked you. You had to reward his dedication.

"Of course," you replied quietly, opening your window all the way and helping him into your bedroom. "What are you doing here?" You asked, tucking your legs into your shirt while the two of you sat on your bed. "I couldn't stay away. I needed to have you again. All to myself," he whispered, leaning in and pulling you towards him.

His soft lips met yours, his tongue immediately begging for entrance into your mouth, his saliva swirling against yours. It felt wrong on a level to be kissing Chris without Matt there, to be enjoying it as much as you were, but you couldn't stop.

The way he bit your lip and let his hands wander your face and your neck had you under his spell. It felt wrong, but it felt so right. You couldn't get enough of his intoxicating taste, his curious fingers, his desperation for you.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes met yours, and the way he looked at you made you melt. "Princess, please take off your clothes," he tugged at the hem of your shirt, so you pulled it off over your head, and Chris slowly took off your panties for you.

"Come on, princess. Come ride daddy's thigh," Chris simpered, gently rubbing and patting a spot right above his knee. You bit your lower lip and shyly nodded. "We have to be quiet. My mom's room is down the hall, and she's a light sleeper," you softly answered. "Then be quiet," he smiled devilishly at you.

You straddled Chris's thigh, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, and you started rocking your hips back and forth. The faster you went, the better it felt. "Good girl. Like how it feels, hmm?" Chris cooed, his hands on your waist, steadying you. "Mmm. Feels so good," you whined on top of him.

Chris tenderly took your nipple between his lips and started flickering over it with his soft, wet tongue. The sound of your voice, steeped in desire, sent goosebumps all over his body while he relished in the feeling of your cunt drooling onto his leg.

You continued humping Chris' thigh like a dog in heat while a warm sensation brewed deep within as you neared your orgasm. "Good girl. So needy," he chuckled into your ear, knowing you were getting close. You held onto him tightly, your nails digging into his back while he grabbed onto your hips and started bouncing his leg up and down, maximizing your pleasure.

"Keep riding," Chris groaned, becoming incredibly hard by the way you pathetically grinded up against him, moaning softly. Your sounds became a bit louder, slipping away from your control, and your hips bucked wildly as you reached the finish line, feeling the tension release while you came undone on Chris' thigh.

"Oh, Chris," you whispered out breathlessly. He cradled your naked body as you fell limp in his arms while he reveled in the last few drawn out movements you made against his thigh. "Good girl," he moaned. He held you until your breath returned to you. When you climbed off of him, you blushed, noticing the wet spot you left behind on his jeans.

"I'm gonna ruin you," Chris whispered, looking at you maliciously, starting to slowly unbuckle his belt, doing his best to keep the metal from loudly clanking against itself. His words sent shivers down your spine in the best way. He slipped out of his clothing and grabbed you, throwing you onto the bed and taking you from behind.

He shoved his cock into you without any warning, and you let out a soft sound of pure delight. It didn't take long for you to get used to him, but you were slightly sore from the night before and from earlier with Matt. As Chris pounded into you, the pain slowly blended into immense pleasure.

He reached up and held his hand over your mouth to keep your sounds stifled while he whispered into your ear, "Don't want your mom to hear me ruining your pretty, little pussy, do you? Keep it down, princess." His words sent your eyes back into your head.

You could feel the way he throbbed inside of you with every thrust, and you loved it, and the position the two of you were in offered an ever deeper sensation than before. He hit all your hard-to-reach spots with ease. The movement of his hips while he drilled into you sped up, and it became harder for you to hold on. "Cum for daddy," Chris cooed in your ear with his palm was firmly pressed against your lips to keep you quiet.

You trembled beneath him, overcome by your orgasm tearing through you relentlessly. You clenched around Chris while he was deep inside of you. "Hold on, princess. Give me one more," he smirked, loving the way you were reacting to his thrusts.

Before you knew it, another wave of sheer ecstacy rushed through you while Chris whispered into your ear, "Good girl. One more," his voice saturated with need.

He fucked you harder and faster through your third orgasm in a row, your eyes rolling back into your head, your legs splaying out as your knees grew weak, and your moans growing louder but still muffled by Chris's hand.

"Fuck, I love making you cum, princess," he softly grunted before reaching his own climax. He loved the way your pussy tightened around him, and the way you couldn't keep it together.

He pulled out of you at the very last second, savoring every last sensation of your cunt wrapped around him. He busted onto your backside, draining himself of every last drop and trying to keep down the volume of his own delighted sounds while he finished.

"Thank you so much," he smirked, catching his breath and wiping his white, sticky, load from your soft flesh with his sweater. "No, thank you," you responded in a daze from the energy it took from you to come three times back-to-back.

You didn't know anyone could make you do that.

As quickly as he appeared, Chris gave you a peck on your lips and slipped back out your window, down your tree, and disappeared mysteriously into the starry night.

part five posted here 💖

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⤿📝author's note: thank u sm for all of the love on my other post 💓💓💓

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[deerspherestudios]

March Plans and Progress! 🌸

Hello fireflies!! After a few weeks of hiatus, I can officially say I'm properly in the mindset to focus on Mushroom Oasis again! For the sake of brevity, here's a quick rundown of things to come:

Re-start queue of fanarts and questions as I usually do. Posts will resume sometime this week as I get things together again! ⌛

Re-opening the askbox for a week for the occasion, so send questions in while you still can! ✉️ Please read these before sending an ask! [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]!

Answering DMs I've been missing, sorry to those who have sent me messages and have yet to get a response! 💔

Possibility of a Spanish translation, this will have a separate post in the future so keep an eye out for that! 📝

Possibility of a Patreon, so if you'd like to support me, that would be the best way to do so other than donations from my itch.io page! This will also be a separate post in the future! 🫶

Possibility of merch designs? This one's low priority in comparison but if things work out I'm definitely looking into it for the future! 🎁

As for game progress, I'm gonna start coding in Day 3 into Ren'Py and hopefully get it ready for a bare-bones beta test soon. It'll be only text but hopefully be enough to deliver the story as I refine the script further before starting to code in the images and sound effects.

I wanna keep things short and sweet, but hopefully it's enough to keep everyone updated! Take care, fireflies! ❤️🍄

[coff33andb00ks]

📝+ Lando. Reader is focused on work a little too much and Lando is feeling forgotten. Please 🙏 make it angsty❤️

lando angst 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Lando tries to be supportive. He really does. One of the many things that first attracted him to you was your intelligence and how passionately you spoke of your growing career. He loved - loves - that you worked so hard, as it made his constant travel less of a strain on your relationship in the early stages.

Now, though...

"You're still at work?" he asks, ignoring Oscar's look. Turning his back to his teammate, he pushes his phone closer to his ear.

"Yeah... I told you this morning I'll probably be working constantly all weekend due to the lawsuit," you say. There's no hint of annoyance or irritation in your voice, but Lando can't help but feel like he's being chastised like a child.

"I know but..." He sighs. "Really wanted you here this weekend."

"It'll probably be a month or more before I can get away - I'll have the chicken burger with sweet potato fries, Stephen." You're talking to one of the assistants. Lando's met him.

Lando can't stand the smarmy bastard.

"A month? Babe..." He sighs, flicking off his cap and rubbing his hand over his hair.

"Lando, it's my job. I'll call you tomorrow."

He opens his mouth to argue, to remind you he always makes time away from his job. He rearranges media obligations, drops everything to reply to a text or answer your call.

But he remembers you haven't been the one calling lately.

"Yeah okay," he mumbles. "Love you."

You don't reply. You're talking to Stephen. Lando stands there, listening to the laughter in your voice, throat closing up when the call abruptly ends.

Tomorrow comes and he impatiently waits for you to call. He checks his phone constantly, worried he's somehow missed it. The phone stays mockingly devoid of notifications from you.

When you finally do call, it's three days later, after the race. He's five drinks in at the club with the guys, and he looks at the phone until the call goes to voicemail then pulls up his messages.

call u tmrw

[oopsdevil]

simon "ghost" riley edition. (pt. 2) (f!reader)

"I don’t ‘develop’ headcanons. They come to me in visions and I know they’re correct."

• it takes a LOT for him to be in a relationship. so naturally, it starts as a friends with benefits situation

• this man is possessive, not to a extreme level but

• not so subtlety pulls your dress down before you go out

• when he asks your location is genuinely for your safety (but he sleeps deeper knowing he can check where you are)

• calling an uber is NOT an option if you are drunk, only him

• you might have 4 or 5 pictures with him (and a few more he doesn't know you took)

• LOVES knowing you stay at his place when he gets deployed

• "be good" with a little slap in the ass

• he actually realized it wasn't a casual thingy while on a mission with soap

• "who you texting?"

• "the missus-"

• they both just looked at each other in silence

• is harder for him to be intimate/domestic knowing feelings are involved once he gets back, he gets kinda colder knowing he wants more for the first time in his life

• when you confronted him, he confessed his feelings in the least romantic way

• "you my woman, yeah?"

• "of course..."

• "my woman"

• after that everything is pretty much the same, except now he doesn't have to hide the fact that

• you are his fucking PRINCESS

• you never touch a car door anymore 📝

• he will carry EVERY grocery bag 📝

• dont you dare walk in the wrong side of the sidewalk 📝

• he sleeps on the side closer to the door 📝