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pentanguine · 2 years ago
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I’m listening to Circa Survive (On Letting Go, specifically), and I think this is the first time I’ve been able to listen to their music since 2016 without it getting a little emotionally weird.
Like, I can feel the shadow of the emotions I used to feel listening to these songs, but mostly I’m just focused on the music! I want to listen to more Circa Survive! You have no power over me!
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moe-broey · 2 months ago
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Idk if I'm gonna be able to articulate this on the fly like first thing in the morning, but. I think my ENTIRE body of work is This: Examining how family ties, bonds or lack thereof, the good and bad AND ugly, seep into every facet of who we are and how we come to interact with others. How sometimes, a family tie (or again, a Lack of one), will sometimes bleed into how you act and treat specific people. Will bleed into how you CONNECT with those people (or, will be the very reason you fail to do so).
HOWEVER. HOWEVER. THERE IS A DELICATE LINE. A BALANCING ACT. You CANNOT just simply attribute fanon flavored ideas of found family to such characters. That's too simple, and sometimes, is a complete disservice to the specific character you're working with. I am once again bringing up Chilchuck. YES, him being a dad Absolutely seeps into how he treats his party. But if you call him the party's dad, you're Insane. Do you know ANYTHING ABOUT THAT MAN???? He would prefer you didn't. But I digress. He strikes a fascinating balance, between having The Qualities and ESPECIALLY expressing his care for his party in a Really Specific divorced (separated.) father of three fashion, but that does Not make him a "dad friend". He's a professional. He's on business. He's going home at the end of the day, and at the end of this adventure he's thinking of setting up a shop. I wanted to keep this more vague and broad but like. The Chilchuck example REALLY DOES perfectly articulate What I'm trying to get at, here. He's the perfect encapsulation of How his family shapes him, how that bleeds into his relationships with others, vs Who he is as a person.
How we were raised, our family ties, whether you adhere to it or you've fallen FAR from the tree -- you still fell from that stupid fucking tree. It's in your blood. Literally. It gave you shape, whether you liked it or not. And sometimes some things just set off weird domino effects, that also affect us irrevocably forever.
WHICH IS. TO SAY. I have no fucking idea what I'm talking about. I'm always trying to figure that out. Found family is/can be real, you're not strictly bound by blood if you don't wanna be. BUT. The bullshit I'm constantly on, is trying to figure out how to balance all that without slotting everyone into reductive roles. I'm gay and I seek to destroy the nuclear family. Not attempt to recreate nuclear family 2.0. You CAN reconstruct What Family Is/Means from the ground up, but you have to accept that things are going to get Weird. Because you're Queer. You are fundamentally incompatible with the status quo and normalcy, the solution is NOT assimilation and palatability, the solution is to just. Get weirder. And be fluent in canon. Okay. I love you
#my notes#why am i becoming chilchuck's spokesperson. chilchuck defender.#well i can fucking tell you! it's because my dad is a divorced father of FIVE. with a drinking problem so bad#that if he didn't quit it would have killed him. and guess what! i can tell you a few things about alfonse.#the way alfonse strives to be just like gustav. idealizing him ect ect. and the way i just wanna grab him by the shoulders#and SHAKE HIM. SHAKE HIM. SHAKE HIM. snap him out of repeating the cycles by the power of friendship and gay sex#it SUCKS ASS TO SAY IT IN THE SAME BREATH. I HATE THIS AS MUCH AS YOU DO.#but if you (my own brother) are gonna end up Just Like Your Father could you at least go all the way. get divorced. for the love of god#get divorced. oh my god okay oversharing hour but the WAY. THE WAY. dad once told me#[my brother's now ex wife far as i know thank god it finally happened bu my god it took WAY too long]#but the way my dad told me once [my brother's ex wife] reminded him a bit of his second wife.#oh my god i didn't even tell you the famous dad lore. he's been divorced three times. he is THE EPIC DIVORCE MAN.#like when i look at chilchuck i go. i know this man personally. i live with him.#alfonse's case is. really. really way more complicated. like what i just said#truly is only the tip of the iceberg WHILE ALSO. SIMULTANEOUSLY. only being One Single Facet. to what he is to me.#BUT ALSO. CONSIDER. the Parallels i'm setting up between alfonse w gustav VS. moe and its mother.#okay i will not say more bc i'll talk forever. final piece i really want to throw out there is though#do you think anna's situation w her family business being The Basis of how she connects w others#do you think the WAY she and all the other annas were Raised is like. comparable to religion actually?#and ESP like. i don't know if there's any hard and fast rules or anything but she and all her sisters ARE.#PRESUMABLY. RAISED A V SPECIFIC WAY. to be highly competitive cut-throat merchants.#what does this mean for COMMANDER anna. one of (if not ONLY?) instance of an anna who fell outside of that.#also is it agab dependant? could you be amab and then later on become an anna if that's what#oh my god i'm thinking of that ratatouille post. accepting of your gender identity but NOT of your Life Choice to be a chef.#is it. exactly like that. and if you're afab and end up being trans do you just fall to the wayside?#like the point is NOT to inject transphobia in here. the point is to ask Okay HOW THE HELL DOES ANY OF THIS WORK???????#bc the Implications go INSANE. and also the point is to ask what is the funniest answer possible to any of the questions#I'M HERE TO HAVE FUN. AND BE INSANE.#like final clarification i only say religion bc that's what i'm familiar with (specifically christainity)#but maybe it's more apt -- a different flavor of traditional family culture that has strict gender roles.
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mozki · 4 months ago
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damn no wonder im an emotional mess tbh i just threw away all my boundaries for an attempt at romance for . entirely too many days in a row . and ultimately entirely fruitless . but i should be glad for the connection
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david-watts · 1 year ago
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now that I am on a computer with a keyboard and not trying to use my blunt malformed arthritic-swollen fingers which I'm certain have some form of nerve damage after consistent frostnip for literal years. I had a very strange dream last night and I think it may be one of those dreams. the ones I remember for years. the ones where... I don't think I can explain that in public without a lot of people suddenly having another reason to hate me and want me committed
#after that time where my m*ther scrolled through my blog because I left it open... I can't admit a lot of things#of course I still overshare and am incredibly mentally ill of the flavour where I don't know anything's wrong#until I'm lucid again and go back and go 'the fuck am I on about'#I hesitate to even say what's wrong with me that's like. fairly confirmed at this point that I do have some sorta schizospec disorder#just in case I am faking it#which considering how removed I can be from some of my hallucinations it's a thought that often crosses me#and then I remember oh wait I'm not actually choosing to do this. I can't stop this from happening by just willing it to#people don't normally have full-flung conversations with people who aren't there or believe they're somewhere they're not#I don't think dreams can be mass interpreted terribly easily but at this point I know what's what#I can pick out what something means#I know full well that having multiple deep important dreams like the sort that this is where I'm a musician is. telling me something#which is upsetting since I don't think it's possible and I am terrified of being one of those musicians in the one or two pubs here that#have live music and being forty and gone nowhere with it#not because I think that's a bad thing. it's just the complete opposite of what I need to be#and I would be terribly sad if I just. ended here in a backwater with no scene at all#but I can see things. rapidly closing around me#I think the fact that I also used something someone provided me to hide from my family and visitors and then left#and one of those visitors finding me and having to hide and trying to die over and over again.#it's a bit. poetic? or just a deep parallel
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onlyangel4 · 5 months ago
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brat. mv1. smau.
max verstappen x reader
the reader is the complete opposite of a stereotypical wag but everyone loves her for it.
warning: cursing. 18+. reader is a menace in the best way possible. suggestive comments.
faceclaim: tara yummy
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y/ninsta posted a story tagging maxverstappen
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written: getting flashbacks
redbullracing replied to your story: y/n if you keep posting like this you will put christian in a coma
y/ninsta: sorry admin. it will happen again.
maxverstappen: you are a menace
y/ninsta: i'm your menace
maxverstappen: that you are baby
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written: brought my girl her dream car and the first thing she asks me is whether i got them to instal an ashtray. i did. but that is besides the point.
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y/nismywife: to celebrate wifey's birthday week let's look back at her collection of graphic tees i fucking love every single one of them. she is so unbothered compared to the other wags. the difference makes me giggle every time.
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y/ninsta: omg i love you, send me a dm with your fav and i will get you one in your size and we can be matching
y/nismywife: oh my god this is the best day ever. i love you so fucking much
user1: say what you want about her behaviour but y/n is the best wag she loves the fans
user3: max has his fucking hands full with her and i love it
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maxverstappen: happy birthday to my favourite person. you may be the biggest pr nightmare in the world but that is why i love you. never stop being you my love.
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user11: omg queen y/n's birthday time for her to overshare again
y/ninsta: i love you so much but i will be putting you on a sex ban for posting that second picture
maxverstappen: it is one of my favourite pictures of you shh..
danielricciardo: i thought i was your favourite person
maxverstappen: no
y/ninsta: haha fuck you danny
redbullracing: happy birthday to the biggest menace to the red bull social media team
y/ninsta: you love me really admin. promise xoxo.
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redbullracing replied to your story: christian asked me to ask you to delete this but i know you won't
y/ninsta: you know me too well admin
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sapphicmsmarvel · 2 months ago
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tattoo artist azriel
Notes: possibly pervert azriel but y/n’s a pervert too. Dirty lines. This wasn’t gonna be smut but it is now. Sub Azriel but also, he’s a power sub. This derailed so fast. I promise we will go back to the tattoo stuff eventually. Plus size reader. Lots of run on sentences. I can't write smut so I tried my best. 
funny enough this is probably one of the fics that’s nearest to my heart. 
Word count bc this is the longest thing ive ever written at a whopping 4k
Pls listen to motivate by little mix for this. 
-You met each other because your friend worked at a tattoo shop with him. 
-When you walked in the door and saw this man that looked like a greek god standing there you almost bolted in the opposite direction and was going to text your best friend to just meet you outside. 
-You knew about Azriel from your best friend. Kind but introverted. He didn’t talk much aside from jokey comments. But he was a man that your friend had deemed a safe one. You knew he was attractive based on photos, but the first moment you saw him in person, you didn’t expect him to still be so attractive. 
-Little did you know, he also knew about you. 
-He had seen a picture of you because on your friends desk there’s a collage of you and all of your guys’ friends. Anything that gives her motivation in such a touch and go industry. 
-It was a photo where you were laughing at something your friend had said. Mouth fully open, nose scrunched and eyes squinting. 
-He was enamoured with you. Something about you just put him into a trance. He didn’t want to sound like a stalker, because he sure felt like one. But he thought you were really pretty. 
-He got to meet you because you had come to pick your best friend up for lunch. She was finishing up with a client as you sat at the front of the building. 
“You can walk back there with her, you know.” Azriel leaned against the counter.
You shook your head, “nah, I’ll start yapping and oversharing with her client. She doesn’t need that.” 
He chuckled, “I’m Azriel.” 
“I’m Y/n.” You beamed and he felt his heart squeeze. 
-Your best friend interrupted you two ten minutes later to drag you to lunch. He couldn’t help the blush that formed on his face when you waved and smiled with your big pearly whites. 
-After a few months, he got the nerve to ask your best friend about you. He saw you about once a week now to pick your friend up for her lunch break. And every time he tried to work up the nerve to ask you out or ask your friend about you. You guys would chat every single time you saw each other, slowly getting to know each other more. 
-”Hey.” Azriel started. 
“Hey!” Your best friend chirped. “What’s up?” 
“Is Y/N single?” 
She had stopped sketching completely and looked up at him. “Are you serious?” 
“Yeah, I wouldn’t be asking this as a joke.” He blinked in surprise. 
“Azriel, she’s a serious type of girl. She’s not into hookups, and if you break her heart I have a slew of inappropriate things to tattoo on you.” 
His stomach sank, this wasn’t going well. “I’m serious. I really like her, she's funny and cute.” 
“She’s also queer. You need to be okay with that in order for me to let you date her.” She narrowed her eyes at Azriel, vetting him for you. “Oh, that doesn’t bug me. As long as she’s into men right?” He shrugged. 
“In her words, she unfortunately is.” He knew she was testing him. For homophobia, or if he was okay with men-bashing.
Considering he knew he wasn’t the problem, he was totally fine with men-bashing. 
“Lucky for me.” He said determinedly. 
That’s when your friend smiled, and began forming a plan. 
-Your friend through a summer solstice party. It was a bonfire in her backyard. You and Azriel had been briefly seeing each other all night. But at the end, you two were by the fire and began talking. 
-He looked up to your friend's house and saw her give him a big thumbs up. He appreciated the encouragement but he was wigging out. 
-He had brought you two s’mores and a blanket for the cool summer air. 
You two happily munched on the snack, then he decided to get it over with before he threw up into the fire pit. 
He looked over and saw you looked ethereal in the warm hues of orange and yellow as the fire crackled and popped. You had just licked a smudge of chocolate from your thumb. 
He took a deep breath, “Y/N, I have a question.” 
“Oh don’t say it like that. My stomach just fell into my ass.” You said exasperated. Fearing the worst. 
“It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you don't think it is.” He sighed, “will you go on a date with me?” 
“You don’t sound too happy to ask me out.” You laughed nervously. “No! No. I’m just so nervous. You’re really pretty and smart and funny. I've been interested for months.” He’s never been so candid towards someone he’s pursuing, but you are special and have the ability to strip him bare without even trying. 
You smiled, “I want to say yes…” 
“But?” He prompted. “It’s really scary for me to date.” You confessed, nervously biting your lip. “Tell me about it.” He shifted more towards you so he was facing you. “What can I do to make you more comfortable?” 
Your heart turned gooey like the melted chocolate you had just eaten. “It’s really me that’s the problem.” 
“I doubt that.” He said earnestly. 
You huffed a laugh out your nose. “I’ve been on two dates. They both sucked and just made me feel shitty. I don’t like feeling like that. And there’s so much pressure to look good and be this person I don’t know if I am.” You shrugged. “Like putting the best parts of myself and not my whole self.” 
“No offense, but only two? Honestly, you’re really attractive. I was expecting more competition.” He quickly realized how bad ‘only two’ sounded. He didn’t want to accidentally make it seem like he was calling you a ‘slut’. Even if you did sleep around, that didn’t stop him from being interested. 
You shrugged. “Nobody wants to date a queer fat girl because they're insecure.”
That sentence pissed him off on your behalf, however he loved that you knew they were insecure and that you deserved better. 
“I think you’re beautiful.” He said. 
You blushed, “thank you. And I know you mean that.” 
“I do.” He nodded, then he got an idea. “Do you feel shitty right now? Is this feeling like you’re performing?” “No?” You answered with your own question. 
“How about this for our first date?” 
You giggled, “we’ve barely seen each other tonight.” 
“This. Right here by the fire. This can be our first date.” He declared. “No pressure. No performing.” 
It was so cute and sweet, he’s so cute and sweet. 
You couldn’t help your answer. “I’d love that. Let’s schedule a second one?” 
He felt like his chest was about to collapse from happiness.  
-Your second date, he drove his motorcycle to pick you up. He had advised against dresses or skirts and to make sure to bring a jacket. 
You felt your heart race the second you saw this hot piece of ass on a motorcycle with a helmet for you.
-At stop lights he would reach an arm around to stroke your thigh. And while it was very forward, it gave you the courage to run your hands up and down his chest. Your nails lightly grazing his pecs. 
-He was glad the light turned green so he could think about something weird to get his boner to go away. 
-You two ended the night at a rooftop bar that your friend advised him on. You hadn’t been there but she knew you’d love it and you did. 
-The warm summer breeze but there was still a slight chill. The fairy lights, the city lights. The appetizers and drinks. Alcohol for you, non-alcoholic for him. 
-You felt peace with him. Like you aren’t being scrutinized or put on display. You felt more comfortable with him than you felt with most people. 
-And you had only known him for a few months. 
-You felt safe and protected. 
-Once he dropped you back at your place. You didn’t want the night to end which was rare for you. Usually, you couldn’t leave a date fast enough. 
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, he was blushing and nervous. 
“Please do.” You whispered. 
“Trust me, Y/N. You never have to beg when it comes to me.” He confessed before he pulled you to him. 
It was a kiss that made your knees weak. It was intense, it was butterfly inducing. You felt flames in your stomach caress up to your chest. Your chest swooped with adrenaline.  His hands moved from your waist to your cheeks, cupping them as he kissed you deeper. You had kissed others before, you had hookups, but they never made you wet from a simple kiss. 
But this wasn’t a simple kiss. You always thought romance books were incorrect but it was nice to have fantasy. No, this was straight out of fiction. 
You wanted to suck his soul out. You wanted to become so intertwined within each other you wouldn’t know where you ended and he began. 
“Come inside.” You said, pulling away from him, he continued to kiss your neck as you fumbled the keys. 
“This wasn’t my intention by kissing you.” He whispered in between kisses behind your ears. 
Ah ha! You finally got the key into the lock. “Yeah well you got me wet so you’re gonna fix it.” 
He was clearly caught off guard because he snorted a genuine laugh. “It would be my honor.” You finally opened the door. 
The second that door was shut and locked you dropped to your knees. “Y/N.” He hissed. “I was planning on eating you out.” 
“Okay and I’m going to suck your soul out.” You fumbled the zipper.
“Y/N-”
“Azriel I have never wanted to suck a man's dick the way I do yours. Please? Let me?” You made sure to throw on your big puppy eyes and you got him. 
He threw his head back. “I’m not gonna last.” 
“Good.” Your eyes darkened. “Now, unzip your pants for me like a good boy.” 
He sighed, “you’re going to wreck me. But also I’m allowing this because I can’t wait to fuck you till you cry.” 
Oh fuck. Was your only thought as his pants and underwear hit the ground. Causing his cock to spring up and smack his stomach. 
Not only were his words scorchingly hot, but seeing his tattoos up and down his body was a wet dream incarnate. 
He was thick and long. His tip was red and weeping. A fat drop of precum on the tip. 
And he was pierced. He had a jacobs ladder piercing which made you salivate and wonder how it would feel inside you. There was a snake tattoo wrapped around his waist, with its head by his belly button and then the tail ending part way down his left thigh. 
You could not wait to get your tongue on his skin. 
You licked a stripe from his balls to tip. He hissed as your warm mouth enveloped his most sensitive skin. 
You were glad you had blowjob practice before him, his dick hit the back of your throat and you were able to stop yourself from gagging. You could feel he was holding back so you came off of him with a pop. He groaned in annoyance but then somehow felt harder than before when you hoarsely whispered:
“Fuck my throat, Azriel.” 
He swallowed, “tap my thigh if it gets too much.” 
You nodded, smiling. Your swollen lips were a siren’s call. You were practically vibrating to get your mouth on him and be used. 
He grabbed your hair gently, yet firmly and used your mouth like a fleshlight. It was so delightfully filthy it made you grow even wetter.
You’ve never been more happy for a guy to shoot his load down your throat. You swallowed every drop. 
He had a good diet at least because his come didn’t taste like battery acid. 
He shucked off the rest of his pants and pulled you from your knees quickly. He pulled you into a kiss. “Fuck, it should not be so hot to taste myself on your lips.” He murmured between your swollen lips. 
He took off your tank top, showing your sports bra. “Where’s your room?” He said kissing your throat. 
“Down the hallway, the only door on the right.” You whispered huskily. 
“Good, because I’m about to do some multitasking.” He said, then lifted you up as if you weighed nothing. 
“Shit!” You yelped. 
He then dove into your cleavage, however you pulled his head away and ripped your bra off and threw it so he had easy access. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and you moaned. He really did multitask because he began walking to your bedroom. 
“Left of the door against the back wall, is my bed.” You said between gasps. He switched tits. 
You didn't even realize you had moved so fast until your back hit your bed. He ripped his shirt off and you couldn’t help but gaze at his ink. Whorls and delicate lines inked down his chest as if there were shadows caressing his skin. You had seen his arm tattoos constantly and they never failed to take your breath away, but these. 
These were almost as sinful as the snake on his hips. 
He began kissing down your stomach. 
“This isn’t like me.” You whispered as he kissed your chubby stomach. 
“What?”
“I don’t do quick…hookups.” “This isn’t a hookup to me, Y/N.” He nearly growled as he tore your leggings and panties down your legs. You looked down to see him sniff your panties greedily and felt more warmth gush from your cunt. 
“You have no idea what I’ve thought about doing to you.” He said darkly. He grabbed your thighs. “I’m about to make you forget about anybody before me.”
“Well, no one’s gone down on me before so…” You trailed off weakly. 
He shot his head up from kissing your thighs. “What.”
You shrugged, feeling slightly defensive. “No one’s really wanted to.” 
“The day I say I don’t want to eat you out, shoot me. Cause that’s not me.” 
“Well, let’s not go that far-oh!” You yelped as you felt his teeth graze the soft skin of your thigh.
“God, these thighs…” He muttered, biting your thigh gently, causing a sting of arousal to shoot straight to your clit. His warm tongue soothed the light bite marks. 
You moaned. His mouth sucked your clit into his mouth with so much force your back bow3ed off the bed. 
“Fuck.” You cried out. 
He spelled his fucking name in your cunt with his tongue. His teeth ever so slightly grazed against the nub. How he knew you liked some pain you had no idea but you were grateful for such an intuitive partner. 
It didn’t take long for you to get to the crescendo of this symphony. The slurping sounds, his moans as he tastes you, it was enough. 
Your wildest fantasies didn’t live up to this. Your vibrator for once, did not beat the actual act of intimacy. 
He licked you gently as you came down from the high. He crawled up to your face and gave you a sweet kiss where you got to taste yourself. 
“Fuck, you were right. Tasting yourself on your partner's lips is hot.” You sighed. 
He chuckled, “I don’t have condoms, if you even wanted to go that far.” He said sadly. But you knew it was cause he didn’t bring condoms. Not over the fact that you might not want to go that far. 
“Top drawer of the left nightstand.” You whispered. 
He smiled like he was given his favorite candy. He walked over and grabbed it, tearing it open gently with his teeth and rolling it onto his dick. 
“Please tell me if it gets too much, I don’t want to hurt you.” 
“Please fuck me Az.” You begged. 
When he entered you, he thought he was going to bust right there. You were warm and inviting. Then you clenched around him and based on the gleam in your tear filled eyes, you took great pleasure in torturing him. 
“You know, when you’re used to my size I’m going to make you regret that move.” 
“Oh, so you have an ego?” You said and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your heels digging into the meat of his ass. 
But you weren’t fairing well either when it came to self control. He felt so fucking good. His piercings pressed up against each muscle inside of you. Rubbing against your walls so deliciously that your toes were curling. Your eyes filled with tears because the pleasure was so incredibly intense but you wanted more. You were ready to dive headfirst and drown in all things Azriel. 
He deeply, yet gently, thrust into you, hitting that sweet spongy spot inside of you (that nobody has ever hit before) causing you to gasp and arch into him, forcing him deeper. 
Your senses were in overdrive. Skin slapping, moaning, gasping, bed squeaking. Feeling his abs pressed against your soft stomach as your tits we’re pressed against his pecs. His head pressed into your neck as he deeply thrusted in and out of you.  
Neither of you lasted much longer. 
-After intense aftercare and very sweet words. You two decided you were a couple because you were insane for each other even after only two dates. 
-It was incredibly impulsive. But it felt good and felt like he was your forever. That’s when you believed in the saying “when you know, you know.”  
-Once you and Azriel began officially dating and calling each other ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. He put a picture up of you at his station. You were looking at the city lights from a rooftop bar you two had gone to. You were gazing out towards the lights with a sweet smile on your face. Your hair was a mess because you had just gotten off of work and needed drinks and appetizers with your man to decompress. 
-You didn’t even know he had taken it. Which made it more meaningful for him because you weren’t posing or ‘making yourself look nice’. You were real, authentic and gazing at something you loved, the city lights. 
-Your best friend saw it and her heart felt like it grew bigger because she knew you had someone who cared for you. 
-His IPad was filled with drawings of you. Some were able to be shown but a lot were just for his eyes. He couldn’t help it. Your thighs and rolls looked like they were sculpted by Greeks themselves. So delightfully plush. 
-He also dabbles in photography. Either with his phone, polaroid or film camera. He makes you put different lingerie on so he can keep the images of you forever. 
-and jack off while you two are apart from each other. 
-This man is loyal. Not only were you at his station, but there was a polaroid in his phone case of you. That one was a bit more risque and you only allowed it to be taken and put in his phone case because his phone case was black and no one couldn’t see through it. It was just in the back of his phone as a bit of motivation to keep working for his hot girlfriend. He’d pop his phone case off and secretly peek at it. 
-it was you in a dark blue lace corset. You had posed with a hand heart against your chest and a beaming smile. It would be seen as innocent if it wasn’t for the clothes you were wearing and the fact that your nipples were seen through it. Your tits were deliciously pressed up tight against the lace cups. 
-On his lock screen was a blurry photo Feyre had snapped of you two at a party. He was kissing your temple, you were half in his arms. Your arm that was wrapped around his waist and closest to the camera. Except it was flipping off Feyre (the live photo you can hear your laugh and Feyre’s and then the camera pans down because Feyre was caught). Your eye was winking from the force of Azriel’s kiss on your temple. Your smile was wide and you were clearly laughing. 
-He stopped letting clients take their clothes off for placement tattoos. Even if in some cases it could be easier to tattoo a cleavage with the person's top off, he won’t do it. -He feels bad enough that his arms have to rest on their chest. 
-The only tits he wants to see are yours. 
-You find it hysterical that so many people fall for your man. It was a bit of masochism in your case, enjoying flaunting the fact that this God of a man was taken and happily invested in you. 
-It helped that your man was totally fine with you being a weirdo. 
-One time he bent over in front of you and you just, “I want to bite your ass.” 
“I mean, you can.” 
-You’ve tied bows around his biceps and taken a picture. You loved that photo because not only does this big buff tattooed man have a little pink bow wrapped around his biceps but there's also red kiss marks all over his arm. 
-That photo alone could get you off. 
-You’re a big fan of marking your territory. You keep red lipstick in your bag just to give him a kiss on his neck or anywhere where anybody could see it. Just to mark your territory. 
-He eats it up. Like “yes that’s my lady, yes she’s hot. and she’s all mine and i’m all hers.” 
-Usually leads to you two fucking in the bathroom. 
-He is your good boy but can also choke you the fuck out. 
“Come on, take it like a good girl.”
“Use your words, baby. I can’t decipher your babbling.” As he overstimulates you with his tongue and a vibrator. 
-He’d happily be used as your personal toy. 
-You sneak photos of him tattooing clients, it’s just so hot to see him so focused and into his job. 
-He definitely offered to tattoo you but you kept declining, then he designed a beautiful sleeve design that incorporated all of your favorite books for your one year anniversary. 
-So you got that sleeve done. 
-It was one of the only parts of your body that had ink. You were a baby with pain but it was satisfying too. The only way you sat through for a sleeve is all the kisses Azriel gave you. 
-He was never the type to like partner tattoos but he gets it with you. He has a heart with your first initial on his right ring finger as a promise to put a real ring on his left ring finger that also belongs to you. 
-At tattoo conventions, tons of artists always want to meet him. You try to encourage them to go talk to him because let’s face it, Azriel is intimidating to just walk up to. His art style is very recognizable and people love him. 
-You’re known as the Shop Sweetheart. Not only does your boyfriend work there but so does your best friend. It’s common that you drop coffee or food off if the team is working late. 
-He treated you like a queen. Nobody had ever treated you so kindly yet also messed with you like a best friend would.
-Peace and love to your girl best friend. But this man was your partner in crime and in love.
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goldsbitch · 8 months ago
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Hypochondria
part 3 to p1, p2
It's time to tell you exactly what makes me your soulmate. Disaster dinner continues.
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Is it possible to miss someone you've never met? In what strange corner of the universe would this make sense? It felt just like that to Lando - as if he just reunited with an old friend and desperately searched for a way how to connect again. Where to start?
Anita solved that one for him. "Y//N is one of the medics on grid. She was so lovely today. Helped me a lot!" She turned to Lando and then Y/N in a search of some reaction, but those two were stuck in their own silence. She brushed it off and continued. "I figured it would be nice to take her out for a dinner. Wanted to have her join for the club later, but I am afraid it's for invited only, sorry..." she said, with fake modesty. Lando scoffed, completely unbothered by anyone noticing. Anita was doing it again, luring people in and then making sure she nonchalantly pointed out that she is more "VIP" then they are. He usually brushed it of and sometimes found it funny, but this time it made him fuming.
"You are more than kind to do this," Y/N replied and Lando had to close his eyes in order to hide how overcome he was instantly by hearing her speak. Her own voice was always blurry in his visions. Hearing it now, in real life...It was like getting new headphones. "But remember, you should not drink today after the heatstroke...I just need to point that out, can't stop myself," she said semi jokingly.
"Oh course, sweetheart," she replied and took a sip of her cocktail.
Y/N felt a little out of her place in the restaurant, not really sure what she was doing there and why she agreed to come with them. They were a couple, so why was she there playing the third violin? She tried to stop all her intrusive thoughts about Anita's boyfriend. But how could she, the most gorgeous and alluring guy was sitting right there. She secretly watched all of his little moves, the way how he twitched his fingers while holding the menu and wondered how his skin would feel on her own. She cursed herself for being so easily distracted by him. Barely glancing at the menu, she waited for what the two would order and was planning on matching them.
A charming waiter came, shared few words with Anita and recommended some dishes from the special menu.
"I'll have the truffle pasta, sounds great," Anita said, smiling flirtatiously at the waiter. There was an awkward silence, which Y/N tried to fill in. "Yes, I'll have the same, sounds great."
Lando did not even think twice before speaking up. "Um, actually, I really think you should try their salmon. It's to die for. I think you'll love it." He was not able to look at her, while she did the exact opposite. She was taken back by his forward comment. Salmon was her absolute favorite dish. What a strange coincidence that he would recommend it. "Can we get two of the salmon dishes? If that's ok with you, Y/N," he continued, this time finding the courage to look at Y/N. She panicked. "Yeah, yeah. Salmon. Great."
It was like a fire was lit in Lando. He opened the can of worms and there was no way going back. Suddenly, he had all the answers right at arms lenght. And the questions just started flowing.
"How do you like working at the formula 1 medics team?" "Will you be tracking the whole season?" "Do you like traveling so much?" "Are you missing your friends and family?"
It might have been too much for someone to be bombarded with questions, but she found herself excited and eager to overshare. Those two danced a dance of their own, laughing gently and speaking over each other, while also eagerly listening to what the other one had to say.
Anita felt like she was sinking into the chair deeper with every minute that passed. She knew the feeling all to well. Lando, without knowing probably, found anyone apart her interesting. Practically inhaling every word Y/N said. Or at least that's how it felt. Poor girl had absolutely no idea how different this situation was for her this time. Unlike Lando, Y/N still took Anita into account.
"So, Anita, you're a model, right?"
She came back alive and started sharing model related stories, while Y/N listened. Ever-so-impatient Lando just stared at her and started biting his lip in order to stop him from speaking for a moment, realizing that he is in fact not alone with Y/N, but still in a very much public social setting. Y/N listened to Anita, while all familiar phantom pain kicked in, this time in her lips. She kept glancing over to Lando, because it was just too hard not to look at him, when she noticed how vigorously he was biting his own lip. It sometimes happened that her own inexplicable pain aligned with the actions of other. Nothing special.
Lando was at the peak of rude that evening, impatience getting the better of him. "So, Y/N, why have you decided to study medicine?" he said, when Anita took a breath, fully intending on continuing her story. The same way as he interrupted her, she did not give Y/N any room to answer.
"You know what Lando, I am getting real sick of you publicly making it obvious that you don't give a shit about me or what I have to say," she said straight to his face, internally begging for him to deny it.
"I'm sorry, it's just....not every day you meet someone who really does something special with their life," he said, as if Y/N was the first medic he had ever encountered.
"Wow, that's rich. So on top of you not caring what I have to say, you also don't think what I do is interesting."
Lando knew she was right. He knew it all along, but he was also aware of the fact that most of the times, the relationship had been beneficial to both of them. So many emotions mixing in him got him holding his fragile glass real tight.
"Don't play the innocent card," he started, looking deeply into Anita's eyes. "We both know the moment I'm not on the grid anymore, you're jumping to someone else."
The walls felt like they were closing on Y/N. Witnessing couple's fight, however quiet, was never pleasant. All the more when you'd literally just met these people. They played their little verbal tennis, while keeping the decorum composed, as they seemed to be quite skilled at that. Until Lando slipped up. His tight grip on the thin crystal finally ending up with a thousand tiny shiny glass pieces everywhere. It was like a slap to the couple, making them wake up and notice their surroundings. The good old clean up and apology dance began between the guests and the waiters, all of them rushing to help the F1 star with a minor cut that bled crimson drops on the white table cloth. Everybody was so focused on him, that they all missed the second wave of drops hitting the table, this time coming from Y/N hand. She stared at her hand and time stopped. It's not that she was scared of blood. It wasn't that it was the first time something like that happened out of nowhere. It was precisely because it did not happen out of nowhere. Her veins were rushing with panic, instead of blood. She grabbed one of the napkins and pressed hard on her hand, praying that nobody had noticed. Thousands of ideas appearing out of nowhere. So wait, anytime he got hurt, she got hurt as well? Or was it more people? Another coincidence? Her brain was an analytical one. She ran through all the possible little pains that a formula driver could have. It somehow checked out.
She stared at him, completely missing the whole scenery happening in front of her. Anita making a scene, waiters rushing around and Lando trying to calm everyone down.
"When did you crash last time? Like a big one, hospital one," she shot out, as if it was the most important piece of information known to mankind.
Lando felt her panic and intensity for a few moments before she managed to silence everyone, but was equally surprised by her question as everyone else.
"Um, I'd say...yeah, Las Vegas, November." He gave her a questioning look, trying to figure out what was going on her mind, while gesturing the staff of the restaurant to leave them alone.
A massive wave of panic settled over her, images of herself getting admitted to a hospital at that time flashing by. She had to get out there, immediately. And Lando felt that.
"No! No, you're not going anywhere. This is important, you can't just run away like you always do," he said, before she even had a chance to move, because he knew precisely what she was doing. Seen it enough times to recognize the look. If nobody stopped her, she'd be out of there in seconds, not even saying goodbye. A true flight type of person. As if she hadn't been perplexed enough by this point.
"How do you-" she started to ask before being interrupted by Anita, who had have enough.
"I'm sorry, but do you guys know each other?" she asked, with a tone of annoyance barely hidden behind a fake smile.
Lando froze once again, like he had many times that evening. It was not his fault. His soon-to-not-be girlfriend set this seventh circle of hell up. How was he supposed to respond to that?
Y/N hesitantly responded. "No, of course not. I mean, I've only worked with the team here for few weeks anyway."
"Seems like you do, by the amount of questions you're asking" Anita said directly at Lando, fully ignoring Y/N at that point.
"If I had known her, I would not have had to ask questions, right?" he responded, failing at letting his sassy side dormant.
"Is that why you never ask me any questions? Because you know me?"
He bit his tongue. Lando was trying to be good.
Anita made her signature "I knew it" smile once again, which finally set Lando off.
"One asks when they want to hear an answer."
"Great. Charming as ever. You know what? I've had enough."
"Ani, I am really sorry. This is going to sound incredibly rude. I apologize. It's nothing personal. But this is really between me and Y/N."
Absolutely mortified Y/N did not even dare to look at Anita. What the fuck was his game. That was his girlfriend, she was just a random girl.
Anita replied, without missing a beat. "You two can go and play your weird little game without me."
Heavy silence fell, as Anita hastily grabbed all of her things and walked out. Y/N was waiting to see if Lando would even consider getting up and rushing over to her, but knew well enough that that was not the case.
Lando cared. He deeply cared about what Y/N thought of him. "Before I say anything else, please know that I plan on breaking up with her and sorting it out like an adult. This is not how I usually am."
"Ok. I mean, you do you. This is all very...personal," she said, her mind still caught up in her recent discovery. "I'm sorry, this is going to sound strange, but bare with me, this evening is already so much drama, this will not be a great addition."
She was talking to him! Getting curious. Lando would be willing to sit there for hours and listen to her. "Go for it".
"Do you get that weird pain in your left elbow?"
"Yes, after a heavy work out."
"Do you bite your tongue out of nowhere?"
"Only when I'm nervous."
"Ok, ehm. Your wisdom tooth is growing, right?"
"Yup, and it hurts like hell sometimes." This time, it was her shooting questions and him trying to follow in a direction he could not yet fathom. But it was like she was in a trance.
"Ok, ok. You'll think I'm crazy."
"I know you think that," he smirked, knowing they were reaching break through.
"What?" she snapped out of it back to reality.
"You first. I think I also have something you should know." Lando was half excited, half terrified to get his truth out. After all those years, this was all happening in a matter of hours. His life was turning upside down.
Y/N took a deep breath. "The reason I went into medicine is because I have a condition. Random inexplicable pains, cuts, bruises with no real cause of correlation to what's happening with my body. Nobody knew what it was when I was growing up, so I was determined to figure it out on my own." She took out her own blood stained hand from below the table. Lando's eye's went wide. She reached out with her other hand to gesture him that all is fine and no help is needed.
"I think my body mirrors what happens to yours."
"I can feel your emotions. And see glimpses of your life," he blurted out, unable to hold this in for any longer.
//
They did not stay in the restaurant for long. Felt all too public for this type of conversation. Instead, they were back at his hotel apartment, having to sneak in to avoid any unwanted publicity. Once again, they were sitting opposite each other in his living room area.
"So wait...you feel everything I feel? Like physically?"
"Apparently," she said, flabbergasted. For some reason, the two emotions mixing with each other was anger and relief. Her biggest life mystery solved, in the weirdest way possible. Without saying a word, she kicked him in the shin.
"Ouch," he said and she flinched.
"Yep, checks out."
"I can feel your anger, you know? And frankly I don't understand why you're mad at the moment." He was fascinated. The possibilities that laid ahead of them were thrilling.
"I believe at this stage you should also be able to also see my anger. Pray tell me why, why did you have to pick a career that is so physically exhausting!" she moaned, causing him to laugh out loud. Yeah, that was really unfortunate on his part. He made a note mentally to hire a physical therapist for her one day.
She calmed down a bit, slowly coming to term that her emotions were not a private thing anymore - well, technically they never were.
"So what, you just casually know what I feel and see random glimpses of my life?"
"I think it's the strong emotions I feel. It seems the closer I am, the stronger it is."
She was silent, hoping to get a little more out of him. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to ease up the mood.
"Your first nights at the university apartment you shared with those three loud girls. No idea about their names, but I remember the excitement about leaving your home. And jesus, the massive mess the four of you made the first week. How at one point you had to wash your dishes in the bathtub, because it was just too much. And how much fun you'd had while doing it."
She couldn't help but smile at that very specific memory. Gone were the unhinged early uni days, for the better probably. It was absolutely breaking her mind in two, knowing he had these random glimpses in her life.
He saw (and felt) the positive emotions that entered the chat, so he tried to sway the conversation that way. "Oh, and the incredibly awkward morning when you brought that one guy home, did not realize that one of the girls was in the room the whole time and how in the morning it turned out to be her ex."
"My god, you saw that?" she said, absolutely mortified. He just nodded, his heart jumping when he made her squeamish.
"It was like being there during the incredibly awkward breakfast."
"Well," she gulped, trying to switch attention from her. "Nobody knows this, but...pain is not the only thing I feel."
She dropped the ball and watched it rolling, wondering if he'd catch up.
"What do you mean? Like exhaustion?"
"That as well."
He was still not connecting the dots.
"Had a fun night last night, didn't you?"
His eyes went wide and a strange rush of guilt washed over him. He just stared at her, finally getting why one of her first reactions was an angry one. Not that he felt that way, but the level of intrusion he must have presented to her was a lot to take in.
"Well...you're welcome, I guess?" he said cheekily, smirking because he knew exactly what she would do.
Shocked, she opened her mouth and smacked his hand jokingly, not realizing it would hurt both of them.
"Fuck this shit," she exclaimed and once again, he could not hold his laugh in as she tried to shake the pain out of her hand.
"This is going to be very funny."
"I'm sorry, Lando - this all just so bizarre. I'm barely taking it in. Literally don't understand how you're so calm."
He laughed gently. "Well, I did have few extra days to process. And hearing my name roll of your tongue is distracting enough," he said flirtatiously.
Her cheeks went red and her mind stopped, mind getting filled with desire and arousal. Lando lips turned into a wide smile, him feeling her arousal as if she was screaming it loudly to his face.
"Glad to see my words have an effect on you. This is indeed going to be fun..."
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cosmicpearlz · 28 days ago
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last christmas
summary: meeting by random chance wasn’t on your christmas list but god, are you thankful. this year, someone special makes you forget all about last years heartbreak.
pairing: jamal musiala x reader
a/n: hello and welcome to the first day of ficmas!!! i'm so excited for you guys to read everything over the next couple of days. enjoy loves :)
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this was officially the worst christmas ever. your boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, decided to break up with you. not only just breaking up with you but admitting that he cheated. why would he wait until the holidays to say that? you had always told him to just communicate if he didn't have feelings anymore. you didn't know how long he was cheating and frankly, you didn't want to know.
new york city decided to snow this year. it was supposed to be happy. you were supposed to be happy. you were supposed to be playing in the snow or ice skating. anything that wasn't crying on a park bench in the freezing cold. leaving your jacket in the house was a bad decision and you deeply regret it.
"are you okay?" you turn your head to see a tall guy. a cute one at that.
"not really," you sniffled and looked back towards the lit christmas tree that was in the middle of the park.
"do you wanna talk about it? also, are you cold?" the boy timidly asked. you chuckled a bit before shaking your head.
"yeah, i forgot my jacket before leaving the house. i was too stubborn and embarrassed to walk back." he didn't say anything, instead taking off his jacket and handing it to you. leaving him in his hoodie and beanie.
"are you sure?"
"seriously, take it," stretching the jacket more towards you. you hesitantly grab it from him. putting it on and letting the warmth spread through your body. you sighed in contentment. it made you want to cry again about the kindness that a stranger was showing you.
"do you want to sit?"
"sure," the boy smiled, taking a seat next to you on the bench.
"you're not from here, are you?"
"what gave it away?"
"oh, i don't know, maybe your accent?" you giggled.
"i'm from germany. visiting new york with my friends."
"ah okay. what's your name?" you felt like you asking too many questions, but you also found yourself drawn to him.
"jamal, what's your name?" jamal smiles and sticks his hand out for you to shake.
"y/n," smiling back, you place your hand in his and shake it firmly.
"since we're asking questions, why were you crying?"
"truthfully, my boyfriend, uh ex-boyfriend," you let out a breath. "he broke up with me and then admitted that he cheated. i'm not sure why he waited so long to tell me that he didn't have feelings for me anymore," you said softly, eyes slightly watering.
"i'm sorry to hear that. he sounds like a prick."
"he is." the silence that followed was loud. you looked down at lap and played with your fingers. maybe you overshared. possibly embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.
"well fuck him. you wanna go ice skating or get hot chocolate?"
"ice skating or hot chocolate?"
"yeah, let me cheer you up! it's christmas and nobody should sad during the holidays."
"you don't even know me."
"so let's get to know each other," jamal gives you another smile. you were sure if he keeps smiling at you like that, you were gonna melt. you nodded your head with a grin.
"sure. let's get to know each other."
"perfect," jamal said, while standing up from the bench. he holds out his hand for you, "don't wanna waste the night away." you grabbed his hand and stand up as well.
"we wouldn't want that," you gaze into his brown eyes. walking hand and hand, you walk towards the exit of the park.
"do you even know where you're going?" you giggled, watching him look around.
"not exactly, but i wanted to impress you."
"how about i lead the way, huh?"
"probably for the best. was it at least working?"
"what?"
"me trying to impress you," his cheeks turned slightly red. it could be from the cold but judging by his bashful look, it was differently the latter.
"you impressed me when you gave me your jacket. the kindness you showed was something that i needed."
"bare minimum much?" you both share a laugh into the cold air.
"it's nyc, people usually don't care about others. choosing to mind their business."
"well i couldn't let a pretty girl sit and cry," jamal says and squeezes your hand lightly.
"couldn't be more thankful for that. let me show you a real nyc christmas!"
"you're leading the way. i'm just following where you're going."
-this year-
"baby!" you yelled out for jamal. ever since you guys met last christmas, you became inseparable. spending the whole night getting to know each other. despite the distance, you guys made it work. becoming friends first before he asked you to be his girlfriend when he visited for summer break in july. now, you were in germany, letting him show you his home.
"yes darling?"
"it's snowing!" jamal's grin grows, thinking back to when you first met.
"it's also been a year since we met," he says matter of factly. jamal loosely wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you wrap your arms around his neck. nails lightly scratching against his skin.
"i know. do you want to go ice skating or get hot chocolate?" you repeated his words from a year ago with a smirk.
"god, i love you."
"and i love you. thanks for stopping to talk to me while i cried my eyes out."
"i'm sure it was a case of right person and right timing." you hug his body closer to yours. standing on your tippy toes.
"i don't know what i would've done without you."
"maybe a case of the invisible string too," jamal whispered into your ear. you giggled wholeheartedly and pull away from the hug to gaze up at him.
"not sure that's how it works babe."
"baby, i'm pretty sure it does."
"whatever you say handsome."
jamal leans down, meeting your face half-way to place a kiss onto your lips. pouring everything he had into the kiss. making sure you knew how he felt with just a kiss. you sighed happily, kissing him back with just a much passion. this boy was going to be the death of you in the best way possible.
now i've found a real love,
you'll never fool me again
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 2 years ago
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As Good Omens season 2 nears, star Maggie Service has given a fairly ominous teaser about what to expect from the upcoming episodes, which will see Michael Sheen's Aziraphale and David Tennant's Crowley return.
Speaking about how the season ends, returning star Service, who plays a new character called Maggie, told RadioTimes.com: “Where we end, I think, is so beautifully written because none of it’s tied up in a bow, none of it’s Hollywood magic. It’s real within fantasy - and what is going to happen next?"
She added of the season as a whole: "Neil Gaiman actually said that this season is gentle and romantic. It’s totally the same tone but a different pace and we get to spend more time with characters and get to really properly know them. They, I think, get to know a little bit more about themselves because of the way others interact with them as well.”
Service went on: "I guess season 1 we end off with Aziraphale and Crowley not affiliated with Heaven and Hell anymore, so we see them in a much more human dynamic, in a much more day-to-day life. Delightful Maggie, she has the record shop next to Mr Fell's bookshop. It's a shop that's been passed down through the generations...
"When we meet her at the beginning, she's really sure of her emotions and she's really sure of what she wants. But I think it's fair to say she has no idea how to get it. And, without doing too many spoilers, with her openness of emotions and possibly slightly oversharing with Mr Fell - who she thinks is the kindest man in the whole wide world - the fact that she's done that leads to a bit of entanglement of worlds and stories and mystery and misdirection and all sorts of epic adventures!"
Tennant recently told SFX of season 2: "What’s different in season 2 is, because of what happened at the end of season 1, they no longer have head offices that they have to report to.
"They are in a very different position. Whereas before they were trying to get away with things, now they are kind of free agents."
Sheen continued: "Although sort of fugitives as well. They are sort of in-between. But this amazing life they have created over a millennia, they are now able to enjoy in a slightly different way.
"They are not having to put on a front for their respective teams. There is a different kind of freedom.
"They have always been the only two beings who could understand each other’s position. Now they are pushed even closer together."
👀👀👀 "none of it’s tied up in a bow" oh dear, I hope not much of a cliffhanger
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haddonfieldwhore · 2 years ago
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scary dog privilege pt2- ethan landry
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ethan landry x alt! reader
❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️
❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️
2.2k words // part 1
warnings: mentions of death, violence, blood/gore language, one instance of y/n, not edited
❥ taglist: @breadbowser @lillunna @fanboyluvr @wroetoslut @gojosbucket
in the last 12 hours, you and ethan had grown very close, despite the more than unusal circumstances; or maybe because of them. both having been thrown into such a crazy situation, with a masked killer on the loose, it made it a little better that you weren’t going through it alone. everyone in the group had someone - tara and sam had eachother, same with chad and mindy. ethan and you were by far the most outcasted from the group, so in a weird way it brought you together.
sam and tara had been attacked by a killer in a ghostface mask at a bodega on the way to the police station last night, confirming that the murder that had happened a few hours before was in fact no coincidence. woodsboro had followed sam and tara and their friends to new york, and by association, you, ethan and everyone else were potential targets as well as potential suspects.
it was now daytime, sam and tara having spent all night at the police station. everyone except danny, sam’s neighbour friend, were sat outside the college campus, listening to mindy go over the rules of a franchise; which is what she determined you were all in at this point. sitting on the bench next to ethan with your legs across his lap, as mindy stood in front of the group.
“listen up nerds. as terrifying as this situation is, i’m actually glad i get the chance i get to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time. now, it seems like the killer is out to make a sequel to the requel,” mindy began.
“um- what’s a requel?” anika asked, raising her hand.
“sweetie, you’re beautiful. let’s hold all questions till the end,” mindy said.
“stab 1 took place in woodsboro…. stab 2 took place in…college,” sam recalled.
“i don’t like this,” ethan shook his head.
“do we think the killer is following the movies?” tara asked.
“it’s possible, and it would make sense if this was a regular sequel. but nobody just makes sequels anymore, we’re in a franchise! and there are certain rules to surviving a franchise!” mindy explained.
“i had a feeling,” sam sighed.
“everything has to be bigger than last time. forget about the legacy characters; canon fodder at this point. only brought back to be killed of in a cheap bit for nostalgia bit. it’s all about doing something different to keep people coming back: longer chase scenes, higher body count. if the killers last time were whiney, snowflake film nerds with letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can expect it to be the opposite this time. new city, suspicious new characters added to the friend group to round out the suspect list. and that’s not even the worst part,” mindy went on.
“oh this is where she tells us the worst part,” chad chimes in.
“the thing about franchises is that they’re ongoing episodic storylines… which means that main characters are expendable now too. meaning any of us could bite it at any time… especially sam and tara.”
“wait- am i in the friend group?” ethan asked, and mindy nodded.
“yeah i feel like i don’t really qualify,” you added. “i didn’t even know you guys 2 days ago.”
“this is true. it would seem you just have terrible timing. plus- you are from woodsboro, so that probably counts for something,” chad said, and unfortunately you realized he was probably right.
“but-i’m not like… one of the targets?” ethan asked, to which mindy nodded again and responded with a simple ‘mhm’.
“am i gonna die a virgin?” ethan asked, perhaps not realizing he said it out loud.
“that was a weird overshare.” mindy said, making a face.
“and by the looks of it i don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” chad teased, gesturing to you and ethan. a blush formed on ethan’s face and you gave chad the finger, although you weren’t really that offended. he returned the gesture with a smile, and you knew he had just been teasing.
“first up; ethan, the shy and dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky-“ mindy continued her speech.
“watch it,” you threatened, giving her a nasty look.
“why am i on the suspect list? because i’m randomly chads roomate?” ethan asked.
“roomate lotteries can be juked- you could’ve fixed it to get next to us!” she said, turning her attention to you. “and you- clearly you have some unresolved anger issues, and you suspiciously found your way into our friend group the night the killings started. not to mention the fact that you look like you know how to murder someone and get away with it.”
“for the record - i was not exactly trying to join your friend group; no offence.”
“so how did you end up with us last night?” tara asked genuinely.
“we were together at the frat party when you all left,” ethan explained. “we have econ together.”
“together.. at the party?” chad asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows, and tara slapped his arm. “sorry.”
“i’m in your film studies class too,” you said to mindy, ignoring chads question.
“interesting. so you also have a connection to the first victim.”
“mindy- i know you’re having your patented monologue moment, but i was at the same party as you when the murder happened. and i was in the apartment with you when sam and tara were attacked- we all were.”
“there’s always more than one killer- which brings us back to ….quinn - the slutty roomate; a horror movie classic.”
“sex positive, and… thank you?” she said, a confused look on her face.
“how exactly did you come to live with sam and tara?”
“i answered their ad online-“
“okay, say no more; you’ve already implicated yourself enough,” mindy interrupted.
“it was an anonymous ad mindy, plus her dad is a cop-“
“and that makes it more likely that she’s the killer becasue having a cop dad is a great cover- do you not remember how these movies work tara?” she yelled. “and finally; anika,” she said gesturing to her girlfriend, who blew a kiss at her, which mindy returned. “never trust the love interest.” her eyes narrowed, and anikas smile dropped.
“okay.. so we have our rules. and we have our suspects.”
“uhh what about you guys?” ethan suggested, referring to the four survivors from last years attacks.
“i think it’s safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year,” mindy smiled.
“agreed.” chad said, pointing at her.
“well what if it is one of you. i mean what if the trauma from the last killing spree got to be too much and one… or more of you snapped.” quinn suggested.
“or- what if all of the killings made you thirsty for more? i mean to be honest some of the theories online about sam…” ethan started.
“don’t you fucking dare.” tara snapped, and he raised his eyebrows, but didn’t continue his sentence.
“ok let’s just face facts. if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.” anika said.
everyone silently agreed, eyeing eachother nervously as you
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everyone was back at sam and tara’s apartment, except for ethan, who had said he was going to econ. with everything going on you decided not to go, as well you thought better to stay with the group than split up. you had tried to convince ethan to stay as well, but he said his dad would kill him if he didn’t go - he was super uptight about grades and stuff.
sitting on the couch with anika as chad, mindy, tara and sam were in the kitchen, you started to wish you had gone with ethan. what if something happened to him?
“shit,” you muttered under your breath, and anika looked over at you.
“hey… if you’re worried about ethan, i’m sure he’s fine. he’s with a bunch of people in class right?” she smiled. you were thankful for the reassurance, and to her surprise you smiled back.
“you’re right… thank you.”
“you seem cool. i wish we met under better circumstances,” she admitted, and you were a little surprised; she was one on the only people in ethan’s friend group who had been nice to you.
“yeah, me too.”
“so.. you and ethan?” she asked playfully, and you shrugged, looking at your phone awkwardly, secretly hoping he would text to say he was alive or something.
“i don’t know. we made out at the party and then… all this happened.” you said. it had been a crazy 24 hours to say the least. you wondered what you would be doing right now if you hadn’t talked to ethan at the party. “he’s cute though. it’s nice to have a … friend through all this i guess.” you weren’t sure why you were being so open with her, but you couldn’t help but feel a little better after talking about how you were feeling.
“well, i think after all this is over we could be friends. isn’t stuff like this supposed to bring people together?” she said, and you felt your phone buzz in your lap. “is that him?”
“yeah; he’s just checking in,” you answered, before typing a reply to ethan to let him know you were all okay. you typed out “i miss you” but decided against sending it, instead erasing the message and dropping your phone back on your lap. it soon buzzed again, and you picked it up, expecting it to be ethan again.
banging sounds could be heard from quinn’s bedroom, and you assumed it was her and her guest going at it again, until you heard the four voices in the dining room hush and someone mutter a quiet “oh my god.”
looking at your phone, you opened a text from an unknown number to be met with a photo of someone in a ghostface costume holding a bloody quinn, just on the other side of the door. everyone gathered next to you and anika in the living room, and you all stood in silence staring at the door to quinn’s room.
“run,” mindy spoke, and the door swung open, quinn’s body landing on you and anika, knocking you both to the floor. ghostface followed close behind and slashed at mindys arm, as chad and tara ran out of the apartment, leaving you, mindy, anika and sam. pushing quinn’s bloodied body off of the two of you, terror flashed in your eyes as the killer dove towards you, and you sent him backwards with a boot to the chest. he went after anika next, his hands wrapping around her throat and lifting her off the ground, and she squirmed around before he pinned her to the wall and drove his knife into her stomach. she screamed in pain as the killer twisted the knife and dragged it upwards, blood pouring from the wound before you picked up a dining room chair and slammed it over his back. the killer dropped anika to the ground, and you and mindy grabbed her and followed sam into quinn’s room, managing to slam the door just in time. the killer banged against it repeatedly and you turned the lock, leaning against the door as you breathed heavily.
“mindy- bathroom door,“ sam whispered, and mindy hurried to lock door on the other side of the room to the adjacent bathroom, where you heard her exclaim, you assumed at the sight of quinn’s lovers body, considering he was nowhere to be seen. sam followed walked over to the window, and you heard her slide it open as you held your hands against anikas stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.
sam and mindy screamed, the killer having come around to the other side of the door through the bathroom, throwing his body against it and trying to break open the lock. you and anika ran over, and tried to help mindy hold the door closed. after slashing at you with the knife, creating a deep gash in your shoulder blade, the four of you managed to push him out, barricading the door with a dresser. it wouldn’t hold him off for long, and he continued to kick at the door as danny, sams boyfriend next door slid a ladder over the expanse between the two windows for you all to crawl across.
“she’s loosing a lot of blood,” mindy said, referring to anika.
“say something more positive!” she cried in response, as sam started climbing out the window. sam made it across, calling for mindy to come next. you and her were using your weight to hold the dresser in place, trying to keep the killer out of the room with all of your strength.
“someone has to hold the door. y/n you go, i’ll get anika next.” she suggested instead, and you knew mindy just wanted to stay behind to protect her girlfriend. somehow even with everything that was currently happening, your mind flashed to ethan; and you were thankful that he wasn’t here, and that he was somewhere safe. “come on!”
you shrieked as the killer managed to get the door slightly open, and reach his arm through, the silver knife in his hand catching your cheekbone and leaving a long cut behind. mindy still leaning all of her weight against the dresser nodded at you to go, and you made your way to the window, grabbing hold of the ladder. sam and danny were holding it steady on the other side, and all you could think was
do not look down
do not look down
do not look down-
you crawled across the cold ladder over the alleyway below; which was surely a 30 foot drop if not further. you made it across and danny pulled you into the apartment, as sam called for anika to come next. her and mindy went back and forth on who should go across first, and anika promised to be right behind mindy. pressing a tearful kiss to her shaking girlfriends lips, mindy started her crawl across the ladder as you all held the ladder steady from the other side.
you watched as the dresser continued to shake from the killer kicking the door to get in, and anika cried that she couldn’t do it as she approached the window, her trembling hands gripping the ladder with blood covered fingers. she was bleeding badly from her stomach, but with reassurance from mindy and sam, she got onto the ladder and slowly started moving across it. she was about a third of the way across, and the four of you in danny’s apartment watched with wide eyes as the killer broke into the room with no one’s weight holding the dresser.
“what?” anika asked, noticing that all of you had gone silent.
“anika you need to move right now!” mindy and sam yelled, urging her to continue across the ladder. she looked back as the killer stabbed the knife into the windowsill, and grabbed hold of the ladder. anika screamed and held on for dear life as he began to shake the ladder up and down, and then from side to side; attempting to throw her off of it.
the four of you tried desperately to hold it steady, mindy in hysterics. begging the terrified to hurry across the ladder. she managed to move slightly forward and was almost close enough to reach sams outstretched hand, as she called for her to take it. the ladder shook hard as she tried to grab hold of sams hand, and the killer twisted it to side, causing anika to fall screaming to the ground below, her head slamming into the open dumpster below. mindy balled next to you, and you all stared across the alleyway at the killer, as he picked up the knife and walked out of view.
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bao3bei4 · 22 days ago
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zine finance and fulfillment... TWO!
this is a follow up post to my original “zine finance and fulfillment” post that i made oh gosh a year and a half and a few big zine projects ago. i come to you now with some more thoughts on my process. so here are some things that you can consider before embarking on your beautiful journey**
WHAT MY LAST POST COVERED: what goes into my pricing, which websites i use for fulfillment, the epic highs and lows of flat rate shipping. 
WHAT THIS ONE COVERS: some warnings, estimates for perfect bound books, detailed numbers for diy zines, explanation of my fulfillment timeline
**note: this is aimed at the rotten people of the united states of america. some tips may be generally applicable, but my numbers are in USD and my estimates are tailored to US prices as of december 2024. anyway! 
NUMBER ONE: YOU NEED TO HAVE EXTRA MONEY LYING AROUND 
zines are beautifully diy. you can make them for free if you steal shit or use something you have lying around. however. the second you start selling them online, you need to have a little extra money as a cushion. 
NUMBER TWO: YOU NEED TO BE OKAY LOSING THAT MONEY. 
especially if you operate with as thin margins as i do OR you are doing a p4p model. you will lose money. something will happen to you. sorry. i can’t believe i priced my very first zine at $8 shipped worldwide for a pro printed booklet. what the hell. the hubris of youth. 
NUMBER THREE: WHILE WE’RE TALKING MONEY, LET ME HELP YOU ESTIMATE COSTS
i love transparency and oversharing. you can hear the specifics of my financials. assuming that you are selling black and white perfect bound books between 100-200 pages that you are buying online, and you are working in quantities somewhere from 50-150 books… 
i assume that to get those books to my house, it will cost roughly $6.50 plus or minus a dollar depending on the length of the book. i tend to budget 50 cents per book for shipping materials. stripe fees are stripe fees; i just let my spreadsheet take care of that. 
shipping cost. the beast that consistently costs more than i budget for. well. if you’re normal, and charge people the actual cost of shipping.... within the US, it’ll cost maybe $2.50 to ship a lightweight zine (<100 pages) and closer to $4.50 if it’s heavier or you want tracking [you can use media mail]. shipping to canada is consistently around $4 for lightweight zines, and $6-7 for perfect bound books using lettermail [possibly illegal]. everywhere else in the world is around $7 for lightweight zines and around $15 for heavier zines. whew. estimate your specific costs using the usps links i linked in the last post, but TO GET A BALLPARK you can use my numbers.
so anyway you will never see me pricing a perfect bound book less than $10 anymore, because $15 shipped would be my "i am planning to make no profits and give out no contributor copies" price, where i'd be reasonably certain i would not lose money.
NUMBER THREE AND A HALF: DIDN'T YOU JUST SELL A $5 ZINE. WHAT IF I DIY
okay, imagine for a second you’re not a clout-chasing sellout like me who makes perfect bound books. let’s say your zine is handmade. how does that shake out. great question. i will show you a picture of the exact breakdown of yaoi zine 5 costs. 
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i’m not done yet, so i’m not sure how much money i’m going to lose on shipping. but i have no doubt that it will cut into the profits. but anyway, yeah. spreadsheets are your friend :) 
NUMBER FOUR: SO HOW LONG WILL THIS TAKE ANYWAY? 
alright. great question. i do a preorder model for all my zines. this is so i don’t have to worry about inventory or buying too many or whateva. this does mean, however, that my dear dear zine buyers have to wait longer. how long does my average zine fulfillment take, from posting the store link, to shipping the final zine? 
i will use yaoi zine 4 as my example. it was a pro printed zine that sold around 100 copies, which is what i usually estimate i will sell in a two week preorder period. 
i posted the store link august 27th. 
i closed the store september 10th. 
i ordered the zines september 11th. 
the zines shipped september 17th. 
they arrived at my house september 20th. 
my first shipment went out september 24th [packing orders was more complicated because i was doing a large giveaway, and also selling shirts] 
my final shipment went out september 27th. 
so exactly one month! it took anywhere from a couple days (localish buyers) to a couple weeks (people who live outside the us) to get their zine. 
NUMBER FIVE: HEY, YOU SKIPPED OVER THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE TIMELINE. 
yeah those four days of packing and shipping zines were um. grueling. luckily i was extremely underemployed at the time. unluckily i don’t have that much willpower so i only worked on shipping for a few hours at most each day. 
here’s what you need to consider budgeting time for: 
making zines (optional). i hand sew mine because i have poor judgment. for my 72 page zine, from first hitting print to tying off the thread, it takes around um. 10 minutes. damn i’m slow. you may be faster. this is the most time consuming part of the process, which is why i often skip it [also because 100+ pages is too thick to saddle stitch]
packing zines. most people will buy one zine and one zine only and make your life easy. pack all of these first, then do your “odd” orders separately. this part is pretty self explanatory. just stuff an envelope. you can do this in a hour or two. 
addressing zines. i handwrote all the yaoi zine 5 addresses, in another lapse of judgment. you can print them on labels to make it easier. or, if you’re shipping media mail, you can buy addressed postage through pirateship. this is the most variable time sink.  
buying postage. be prepared to spend an hour at the post office at a time using the pitney bowes machine. do not bother the stalwart workers of the usps with your dozens of packages lmfao. especially because half the time they’ll tell you that they don’t think letter mail will work out for you (it always has for me). also don’t try to ship them all in one day i get soooo sweaty and tired shipping like 20-30 at a time. 
well. that’s everything i can think of. hopefully i said something non obvious. or at the very least satisfied your curiosity as to how much money i make. 
EDIT THIRTY SECONDS AFTER I POSTED THIS: my dear oomf julian asked how i pick a printing company.
well normally i choose based on price. bookmobile has consistently had the best prices for the small runs i do of simple books.
i use mixam if the run is veryyyy small or i'm just making a one off.
if price is no object and i want to pick the best paper irl etc etc, i go to my local guy.
#x
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angelmichelangelo · 14 days ago
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hello!!! happy new year :D just wanted to say i really did adore the glass turtles fic (i left a long rambly comment abt it lol sorry if i'm just restating things rn) and it still sticks with me, even after a few months. i still think about it sometimes when doing mundane chores or something- it's a work that really, really resonated with me, and something i hold very dear to my heart, if that makes sense. the reason i read the fic was just because it was an 2k3 fic and i love Those Boys in particular but by the time i was a quarter way through with it i had to get up and pace around my room. it just induced a very physical, visceral reaction- in the best way possible. i think i'd never expected to see such a close representation and exploration of the childhood i had and (oversharing here, i think lmao) it was also something i pushed to the back of my mind until i read your fic. i love it's themes so much, i can't express it but fics and media in *general* struggle with the premise of this plot but you've written it wonderfully and it ended up being *my* farmhouse-retreat-therapy for a while. it also helped me look up what being a glass child meant and talk to others about it, and i dont think i would've done that without reading it. this is a bit silly, but raph and mikey are my favourite turtles and always have been, ive been obsessed with tmnt since early childhood and they're characters i hold practically in my heart- and seeing me and a person i love very very much in those turtles in this fic... aaagh. it was very comforting, as terminally online as that sounds T-TTT.
anyways!!! just saying all of this word vomit because i saw that you mentioned it was the only fic you got hate on was the glass turtles fic (which, fuck that commentor fr and kudos to the other user who replied to them) and i hope you understand how much that piece of writing is loved. so. just letting you know that one dude mightve completely misread its themes but also, that fic helped someone a thousand miles away reconcile with some of thier family.
i love all of your fics, including the brothers au! the themes and plots you deal with in glass turtles + that au is, again, done super well and are topics i'd like to write about too, especially addiction, which is shown in your main fic in a cathartically realistic way (still need to catch up and comment though. AAGH sorry!!) and all of your mikey-centric fics too, but "glass turtles" is a fic that i think i'll remember forever.
thank you for sharing your wonderful writing <3
oh wow. i don’t think i actually have big enough words to fully express how much this ask made me feel. i genuinely cannot thank you enough, from the bottom of my heart. thank you thank you thank you 💗
first of all before i start blubbering: happy new year to you, my friend! i hope 2025 is beautiful and healing and full of love in every way you need! sending so much love and good vibes your way for an amazing year ahead:)
now onto me just gushing about how much this ask made me feel HSJSHDH
glass turtles i think will always be my kind of magnum opus in a sense, not only is it a fic that im just proud of for finishing, but it’s a fic that kind of keeps giving whenever i get such amazing comments and messages such as these.
it took me seven months to get that fic done, seven months where i had a lot of time to really reflect on my own feelings and experiences and i think i can safely say (without sounding like im blowing too much smoke up my ass lol) it does show, because to know that it resonates with other people who have gone through something similar, it helps me know that what i went through does actually matter, even if that’s shown through the form as something as silly as ninja turtles fanfiction, if it’s able to bring together people who have been struggling through the same thing, then it’s absolutely worth it to me.
i didn’t actually know about the term ‘glass child’ until i started writing the fic itself. and ive seen a few people either comment or message me to say they were unaware of the term also, and that in itself is pretty incredible because if my story is able to bring some sort of awareness to people then that just really blows my mind.
it’s always so daunting to me at least, posting fanfic. you have no idea if anyone will read it or care about something you’ve poured your heart and soul into. it can be a really weird thing, but i will forever be so so grateful for all the amazing feedback i have gotten from posting it. every time i either get a comment or i see the kudos numbers tick upwards or when i get such lovely, heartwarming messages from amazing people like yourself, it just honestly fills my heart with the most joy ever. i genuinely cannot be more thankful for everyone that has been so kind.
so posting a fic with some more “out there” themes is very scary sometimes. i even really hesitated on even publishing ‘brothers’ for the longest time because i believed that nobody would want to read something so far from the canon but again! so many kind wonderful people continue to prove me wrong with my doubts!
i’m so glad that a little bit of my brain baby was able to help you in some way. that’s more than i could ever ask for when i hit post on ao3 — thank you for sharing all of this with me, it just genuinely warms my heart to a degree i didn’t think possible :’) thank you again!!
and ough the 2003 boys. i don’t remember when i picked for them to be the centre turtles for this story but i just always adored their individual and collective relationships in the show. all of the versions of turtles work well as brothers but there was just something about these particular boys that scratched my brain and just felt so right :) im glad you enjoyed that aspect too, i don’t think i would have written them with any other version in mind :)
at the risk of just repeating myself by keep saying thank you (lmao) i’ll just cap this ramble off with saying how much i appreciate you for this ask as well as your support. it is so so felt and so welcomed and this is exactly why i love writing fic and being part of such an incredible fandom.
i don’t know if glass turtles is the last of where we will see this version of the boys but until then, im happy enough knowing it’s out there in the world, helping someone that may need it like you said. all of that seriously outshines one nasty hate comment by the force of like a million suns lol
treasuring this comment forever i think 🫶 thank you again so much, and have an amazing start to the new year !! take care my friend :)
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jumpywhumpywriter · 1 month ago
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Uh, hey. Not really sure how to start this since it’s been a minute, but just wanted to say that I’m alive, just took a brain break from the internet. Not really sure if that’s oversharing, but brain be overthinking a lot. Hope you’re doing well (and that this isn’t somehow weird)!
Anyways, if you don’t mind me asking, do you have any other world built species or things in your world that make the island (I’m blanking on the name) interesting? Unique flora or fauna? Feel free to ignore this or answer in whatever depth you like.
Hope you’re doing well, staying hydrated, and taking care of yourself :)
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Taking a brain break I'd totally fine! It's good for your mental health (I know this from personal experience Lol)
But wow, you are really going to like the worldbuilding lore I've got to answer this question with! Get ready for some CRAZY info-dumping! (This list is HUGE)
I have considered every aspect of the biology of my plants/animals from the island Falkradia in my books. I've created a very intricate ecosystem for it with prey and predators alike, along with many carnivorous and deadly plants. Biology is fascinating! I like to plan out my creatures bit by bit, including their unique physical anatomy and structure, along with how they would move/walk/run in real life -- it helps me write them more realistically in the end. And I imagine/create the world they live and coexist in to see how they would interact with each other in the food chain. I also like to add unique twists by drawing inspiration from fascinating real-life phenomenons found in both plants and animals.
Anyway, here's a few of my epic Falkradia-specific plants & creatures that I think classifies as 'lore'? Basic point is that my world is deadly and awesome because of it so I'm sharing some qualities of it regardless. And guess what? Some of the made-up plants and fruits in this world have detailed/specific medicinal properties and practical uses that are mentioned in the books! Each of the listed things below is stuff that I created myself with inspiration taken from other real-life plants and things (like Willow trees) that I used to make my world seem more realistic, despite it being in a fantasy setting. Here's the list of the most important/relevant flora and fauna from my world::
***A tree called a Blood Willow -- looks like a weeping Willow, but each of its leaves is stiff and razor-sharp like blades. It is a predatory plants that will attack any animal that comes close, slashing it to bloody ribbons with its leaves and the blood of its prey waters the roots of the tree to help it thrive.
***Archurvore Sephries (pronounced Ar-choo-voire Seh-frees - scientific name) AKA “Nightic Bloom” – a flower used as a reversal agent for Nylid poisoning (Nylid is an extremely toxic/deadly venom found in a rare type of snake mentioned in my books that Falkry tend to avoid when possible)
***Tangladine (tang-la-dine) extract - a fruit extract (sourced from Tangladine) with a treesap-like consistency, orangish-yellow in color - is used to help with headaches, and relieve aches and pains from overworked or injured muscles - a topical medicine.
***Wickoyia Alconoroy Flower (scientific name, pronounced Wick-oi-ya All-conn-oh-roy) AKA “Devil’s Heartseed” – Rare beautiful deep blood red flowers that has a pitch black center to them, with faded black on the tips of each of the six pointed petals - red tipped green leaves on the plant part with maroon colored berries:: juice from crushed berries are strong tranquilizer/sedative, also has healing properties that can numb wounds and help them heal faster.
***Lavablart (pronounced just like it looks) - bitter/strong-scented plant often used to mask other scents from detection. It has almost no other purpose. Hunters would occasionally smear the plant sap around a recent kill site, to mask the scent of blood from the kill they had made, to prevent it from scaring away other prey animals (to trick other prey animals into a false sense of security).
***Armaborium - large coconut-sized fruit with the texture of a watermelon, but also the bitterness of a lemon, along with the crunch of a carrot.
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Now for some unique animal species from Falkradia::
***Jacarda (Jah-CAR-duh) - Jerboa-like creature the size of a large rabbit, with kangaroo-like hind legs, shorter front paws, long tail with lion tuft on end, disproportionately large long ears compared to body size, has excellent hearing, ears are triangular shaped, looks like a giant mutant mouse. (If you don't know what a normal Jerboa is, you HAVE to look it up -- they are literally the cutest little things you'll ever see!!)
***Kaiehgree (Kai-eh-gree) - herd animals - slender body of a thin wild horse, long and nimble legs of a deer, panther-like tail that was long enough to reach the ground, impressively large rack of antlers on their heads, two small tusks that poke down from the upper row of canine teeth like a musk deer - fox-shaped head, furry, triangular ears - has a bugling, warbling, with a hint of a whistle alarm call (It seems so specific but this is exactly how I describe them in the books)
***Garnigee bird -- a type of bird of prey, like a giant eagle but with unusual colors closer to greens and faded blues in the feathers that help them blend in with the lush green forests on Falkradia
***Kuacall (coo-ah-call) - the Falkry equivalent of Mockingbirds, as they can perfectly imitate/mimic hundreds of complex sounds they hear in their environment. They are considered an obnoxious pest in Falkradia. ((Sidenote: the 'call' part of their name I included as a hint to what they can do -- posess a variety of bird calls)
***Shrike - highly aggressive large wolf-like creatures with scrawny build, long bony tail, tall pointy ears, long pointed snout -- facial features look a lot like the Egyptian Anubis.
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A random fact: the name "Falkry" in my world translates to Falcon-Winged in the human language -- I did that intentionally as a direct reflection onto the fact that Falkry have falcon-like wings. (You can probably tell all the names on this list were pretty well-thought-out Lol)
BONUS: Here are some other miscellaneous but highly useful objects that are a big part of my world that aren't plants or animals::
***Ululeh - thin pencil-long metal rod used for ‘writing’ on wax-covered waterproof paper that is capable of traveling through rainstorms without getting soaked. The rod creates indentations that can be read when tilted to catch the light. ((This one was inspired because I used to use pens that had run out of ink to create "secret messages" when I was in school - they could only be read at the right angle since there was 0 ink involved and only grooves on the paper, if that makes sense?))
***Flight wax - clear wax that goes onto a Fallry's feathers to help the tips not get frayed during rough flying (or aerial combat) and also acts as waterproofing when water is expected to be involved. Also helps them fly faster. When applied it is slick and shiny but dries a transparent matte. No one would notice when someone is wearing it unless they look closely at the feather barbs to see that they are coated. The wax can be dyed different colors for easier identification during flight.
---Red tipped wings=leader, person who gives orders
---Black/white tipped wings = 3 wingman of the leader
((There are more color associations but I'll cut it short for the sake of how long this is getting - ironic because it's already overwhelmingly long)
***Vlute - made from Whistling Grass (which makes a whistling sound when wind or air blow through it); Vlute itself has strings like violin, plays like flute
***Feather Oil - made from extremely diluted tree sap mixed with a variety of natural oils to create a hydrating substance used when grooming feathers to keep them in pristine condition after each molt and improve flight capabilities (similar to the function of Flight Wax, but the oil is meant more for maintenence and upkeep than actual protection.) Often Falkry will help each other groom, and it's considered a bonding experience to do it with your friends and help each other out.
My world even has its own ancient LANGUAGE unique to Falkry! (Shadow takes advantage of that fact occasionally in the books to hold conversations with Tanner that Thomas the human can't interpret -- Tanner has studied the language Shadow speaks and is semi-fluent, so Shadow can give him secret messages -- usually just calling Thomas an idiot is multiple languages and cussing him out)
Oh, and Falkry even have several their own sports and pastime activities that are part of their culture
***Cliff diving -- a fun aerial sport where Falkry dive off of a steep cliff to catch the powerful updraft that flows vertically up the rock face. From there many incredible aerial feats can be achieved that wouldn’t be possible elsewhere. Cliff-diving sites also have the perfect conditions for teaching young Falkry to fly for the first time, since it is actually quite hard to fall because of the strong upward wind blowing in from the ocean.
***The Darken Day Festival -- a massive celebration celebrating the darkest day on Falkradia, which takes place every 5 years during a rare eclipse. The festival lasts a full 24 hours and is full of fancy dining, dancing, and aerial sports like treetop races and agility courses. A lot of Falkry dye their feathers with bright colors to show off and express their joy and have fun. The Darken Day Festival is by far the largest party/calendar event on Falkradia, and it takes over a week of preparation beforehand to get setup for it.
***A Game Called "Flinch" - this is a dangerous pastime game that involves seeing who can toss throwing knives into the ground closest to their foot/shoe without flinching or cutting themselves. Kind of like the knife game humans play where they see how fast they can stab a knife between their fingers without cutting themselves. It's a similar concept. It's a demonstration of skill and talent to see who has the most accurate aim. With a Falkry's regenerative abilities, any damage obtained during the game will heal, so it's nothing too permanent (unless a toe is accidently severed -- Falkry can't grow back entire body parts.) But in the end, whoever flinches is out.
And lastly, here are some major or important locations mentioned that are part of Falkradia (and will be included on the official map once it's created)
***Far Drysands - a long sandy beach located on the East end of the Falkradia island -- a common recreational spot for Falkry willing to wake up early enough to get a stunning view of the sun rising over the ocean in the morning.
***Firefall Forest -- the giant forest to the North of the main Falkradian city. It's the place where most hunting and foraging takes place, and often hunting competitions are held in it as a fun challenge to new Falkry hunters to test out theirs skills in the wild. It's also where nearly apl of the plants and animals mentioned earlier live and thrive - it can be a dangerous place to wander in alone.
***Moon Falls -- a gorgeous waterfall located near a lush, densely forested canyon. At night, the moon reflects off the waterfall, making it's water look like liquid silver flpwibg over the canyon edge and its misty spray look like glittering diamonds in the air. It's a popular nighttime hangout spot.
***Grand Hall -- the centerpiece structure in the middle of the Falkradian city, a massive building built directly into the side of a mountain. It's where the main part of the Darken Day Festival takes place, and is the location where all important meetings/events happen.
Falkry also have their own schooling system which teaches young Falkry the basics of survival - there's fight, hunting, and flight training, plus several other class-types including healing, foraging, and proper use of magic. Falkry learn how to safely navigate turbulent air conditions like windy days or thunderstorms, as well as wield their magic once it develops with puberty. But flight training is by far the most important class, as a Falkry needs to be capable of staying airborne in any weather conditions whatsoever.
I've got a bunch more lore surrounding Falkradia than what's listed here, but I think this is probably enough for now (I'll have to put together another post sometime with more info)
>>>to everyone reading, please note that I retain the right to these things, and I do not give anyone permission to steal/use these ideas without asking (please message me if you wish to possibly use my ideas and we can talk about it)<<<
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orchid-merryweather · 3 months ago
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Alright the pride flags in my pfp are inaccurate to me after I've figured out what I am I but more so I'm gonna get my thoughts in order and try to see if I can fit them all in my pfp tomorrow
Omnisexual/romantic
Genderfluid
And oh my God I just found an arospec label that actually fully works for me: myrromantic (I'm just going to copy and paste the definition from asexuals.net) "Someone who identifies as myrromantic is on the aromantic spectrum but might feel confused as to where exactly, as they can experience multiple aromantic identities at once. They can also rapidly fluctuate. As an example: a person who considers themself to be both demiromantic as well as grayromantic. This might be confusing to some, which is why myrromantic can be a more comfortable label to identify with."
Like this feels perfect for me because the way I feel attraction to masculine people is that I don't until I really know them, and when it comes to feminine people it's usually that I stop feeling attraction after I know them well, and sometimes I feel like the romantic attraction I feel is random and doesn't last all that long, and sometimes I feel like I'm not really attracted to anyone but still want a relationship, and sometimes I feel like there's more nuance to it that even I don't know myself. And if you weren't keeping track I just described demiromantic, frayromantic, arospike, cupioromantic, and greyromantic in that order 🫠. So myrromantic is perfect for me!! Wherever I am on the spectrum I'm also omniromantic aligned/oriented/just also omniromantic or whatever the specific term is (idk man, I'm so tired)
And we're right back to square one trying to figure out what kind of aspec I am, because I know I don't feel attraction like a "normal" person but I also know that I'm not just a (for lack of a better word) "regular" asexual. But at least presenting my thoughts and oversharing to an empty room while I type this out for my gay little blog helps me get my thoughts in order.
Ageosexual and cupiosexual, possibly maybe/maybe not also demisexual idk
So the master list:
Genderfluid
Myrromantic (of so many things) in a way that is also omniromantic aligned
Ageosexual and(/or? Perhaps) cupiosexual, possibly demisexual also oriented (? Is that the right term) omnisexual
And then ofc the omnisexual/romantic
Shout out to all the people who have a bunch of labels for themselves because finding all the ones that fit just right is so hard
And with that, that's enough oversharing on the internet for tonight
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Uhm ok nobody's seeing this? Good. Rhea Ripley's hot AS FUCKKKK dude
Uhm and also. Random facts about me
I'm not autistic
I once hit my head so hard it was bleeding (and never got treated for it lmao)
Aaron Mitchell is just like me fr
By blood im actually more aromanian + Slovenian + ashkenazi Jewish + other shit than Serbian but by culture im Serbian (and Americanized... (Spend too much time on the net))
I love opposites attract trope because 100% of the time I relate to both the characters involved
I used to have an identity crisis over what kind of caricature I wanted to be but now I just let myself exist in peace without putting an active effort into just existing
I'm more culturally orthodox christian and tbh I don't really believe in that stuff but I won't give up the holidays and traditions. As for witchcraft it's fun and you can't exactly disprove the existence of spirituality so I am interested but again when I practice witchcraft it more feels like roleplaying so uhm. Not sure if I can call myself s true withx or a christian but who gives a shit.
Potentially alter human but I realized my obsession with alter human labels in the last might've been caused by the fact that I wasn't fully happy with who I was. still act like a creature at times though.
I have been called "fascinating" 6 times, once by a licensed psychiatrist.
I tend to overshare and also I was extremely scared of sharing the fact that I'm mostly aromanian because I thought it would reveal where I hid the money or some shit. I still am scared but oh well
Don't have ADHD either fuck that
I am at risk of a spine deformation. Lmao
I get extremely obsessive over fiction and it tends to last for... Idk? I don't count.
I'm picky yet indecisive as hell
Selfish and extremely lazy
So sarcastic all the time to the point of some people thinking I'm being genuine and then getting mad at me. I mean I dug my own grave there so.
I accidentally ghost people, respond really late to texts, if at all. I am trying to work on this because I have been made aware that this type of behaviour can genuinely hurt people and I don't want to hurt anyone
Had self diagnosed depression in the past
Cisginger
Autistic Craig Tucker real
Heavily heavily HEAVILY relate to Aaron Mitchell from the Mitchells Vs the machines (he is literally me in every way possible)
Unhealthily addicted to my phone
Sometimes draw but I'm horrible at it
My head hurts
Freakblr OG 💪
Suck at sports but like them but I hate working in teams because I'm afraid I'll disappoint everyone. Yaknow???
Experience self suspected social gender dysphoria (recovering)
Otherlink, mild specie dysphoria, possibly therian
Self suspected low object permanence
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opinated-user · 1 year ago
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There's a lot to unpack here. But Lily is claiming now that Courtney sexually abused her.
https://www.tumblr.com/lily-orchard/739777528155308032/okay-so-i-have-the-source-that-brittany-and?source=share
alright *cracking knuckles* it's going to be one of those days.
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did everyone read that? did you all catch the slip up there? let me bring it back. "but i'm not 14 anymore, Courtney" 14 was the age that Courtney had when he bought a lock to his door and finally stopped LO from coming to molest him in his sleep. LO was 15. 14 is the age that LO has constantly shoved into multiple on her pieces of work (wikis, fanfiction, even videos) for young female characters that she wanted to sexualize or romanticize. 14 was the age of the "sister" in that archived video (that you can find in that link, for anyone curious) that LO argued should be allowed to keep having a sexual/romantic relationship with her 15 year old brother. (also 15 is the age in which she started grooming ginger, but that's just incidental here) is this the smoking gun proof that LO did something to Courtney? not necesarily. but you hear someone who has groomed a teen that age and that has sexualized that age, especially refering to adults, who you know has a history of multiple people accusing them of coercing others into doing sexual things for them, now also being accused by their own sibling... which possibility sounds more pleasible? either 1, LO this entire time has been just the bravest soldier ever, keeping quiet about the supposed sexual Courtney abuse inflicted on her, even after Courtney came out with a testimony video talking about what she did to him, and she refused to speak about it just because... i don't know, invent some reason here if you want to. so she has kept quiet all this time, despite the many months that have passed since then, and only decided to speak... when an account linked to CSEM was linked to her. but that was pure coincidence, i'm sure! just like it was purely coincidental that LO decided to reveal to everyone, including her own wife that was left in the dark, that she had actually survived cancer and chemotherapy she endured for at least 6 months without anyone knowing, right after Courtney spoke out officially in a public platform!
"she must have reached her breaking point", someone might claim. "i wouldn't care anymore about anything if someone was accusing me of soliciting that kind of content either and would explode too". sure, i can believe that. ... if they didn't had a history of sexually coercing people to do sexual things for them and then trying to turn the tables on them, despite the overwhelming evidence against them. but sure it's interesting the timing, isn't it? futhermore, this is still assuming that LO didn't want to reveal that the person who is accusing her of molestation had sexually abused her because... reasons. the woman who told everyone she fantasized about being thrown to a cage full of horny dogs just stayed quiet, being coy and discreet, because reasons. she's just brave and reserved like that, even when the person who abused her for so long is still trying to abuse her as an adult. she never overshares and always knows to pull her punches shen she thinks she can win against the people who accuse her of horrible things, right? (oh but Courtney is culpable of murder and molestation, remember, and also guilty of not stopping a full grown adult from abusing LO when he was only 6 and he also never suffered any abuse at the hands of anyone despite presenting clear signs of it. LO knows for a fact that Courtney is a liar, liar who lies, because she said so. and no, it's not because is just convenient. and no, it's not to dismiss all the evidence against her that has accumulated by other people that never even knew Courtney. because LO said so. and why would she ever lie?) the 2 option to believe here, well, do i need to say it? i'll anyway.
LO panicked when another account in another site full of CSEM was associated with her and is trying to DARVO her way into turning it everything against Courtney and Brittany (while still insisting i'm just a sideblog from, with no evidence of her own), denying not only the account is her but also that everything she's accused is some elaborate plot to smear her just because Courtney just likes to abuse her so much. Courtney, the one who lost all contact with the family who definitely was not abusive to her, in a house where she definitely never felt unsafe, with a sibling who definitely never crossed any boundaries, and nobody even knew existed until recently.
that Courtney whose wild claims and lies about LO have been taken at face value by a self admitted child groomer who literally confessed to Brittany he only liked to stir the pot.
that's the difference between us saying that account could belong to LO and LO claiming that Courtney is the biggest abuser present in the room. for as circumstantial as they might be, there are valid reasons to believe that LO would be able to look at real children sexually and take satisfaction from it (the writing of stockholm and all it's subsequent pieces, but also the grooming of Ginger and Ink Rose while they were both minors, not to mention the defending incest between two minors for an entire video). are any of them a smoking fun, the one true evidence that proves without a doubt that LO would also be capable to actively be searching those images? no. but it doesn't sound impossible either considering that history. meanwhile LO just has claims with no basis at all that you really, really have to get creative to justify in the first place. i could write a whole novel just trying to make sense of LO's actions as a completely innocent person, but that's the issue: i shouldn't have to do that in order to believe a person. it shouldn't be this easy to see that something is very wrong with someone who claims they're entirely innocent.
lastly, and i say this just because LO is the one who cares about that angle, not me, where is your lawyer in all of this, LO? someone is accusing you of molesting them when you never even touched them! that someone had an impact on your channel and the views that it receives! it had a dent on your pristine reputation and will continue to have it as long we, all of us with a critical blog, keep talking about it! you keep denying the claims against you because nobody is "lawyering up". so i hope you don't mind that the same question is applied to you when you accuse other people of commiting crimes. in this case specifically, libel. you have been so insistent on that lawyer "reuniting evidence" and forming a case. it will be interesting to see if that ever pans out for you. keep me updated when it does.
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