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[paganwitchisis]

Tuesday Sneak Peek

This comes out soon as I am almost done writing it. Here is some information about the snippet:

Title: Elven Judgment

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: Set after the events in Baldur’s Gate 3, Tav and spawn Astarion are expecting a new bundle of joy when Astarion reconnects with his parents. Things don’t go as planned with the soon to be grandparents! Expect drama, suspense, fluff, smut and an overly protective Astarion!

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy, oral, anal, PinV smut, creampie, breeding (kink), hurtful parents, mental abuse, violence (bandits), blood drinking, blood (wounds), protective/soft Astarion, birth (graphic depictions), adult language.

I am also looking for a proofreader as my current one can't keep up with my content. They want to back out but I am poor on grammar (mostly the dreaded comma). If anyone knows anyone who would like to help or where I could go to find help in proofreading the fanfiction for Baldur's Gate, let me know! This snippet is not proofread yet.

[bamboozledchaos]

Can anyone help me check if any fic could be fixed/improved/deleted at my other blog @bamboowrites ? I would attempt to change posts’ themes but I want to edit the works or remove certain mishaps too.

[nikkento-writes]

Your older brother's best friend Ino Takuma, who you've always had the biggest crush on. You weren't very confident and often had a hard time standing up for yourself whenever you needed to. But thankfully, you always had your brother and Ino to help you. Jocks obnoxiously blocking your locker? When you didn't have the strength to ask them to move, your brother and Ino would tower over them, scolding them about how they shouldn't loiter in front of your locker. Scared of going home alone after a creepy middle-aged man started following you? Once you told your brother, both he and Ino would walk home with you, keeping you close to let other creeps know that they shouldn't mess with you.

While your brother took care of most things for you (which you absolutely adored him for), there were certainly things he could not do for you. That's where Ino would come in.

One summer night, you can't sleep. Your best friend suddenly got herself a boyfriend, and of course, you're ecstatic for her. But you can't help but feel sorry for yourself for being a late bloomer. You sit on the couch, eating an ice pop, cherry-flavored. Ino, who's staying over, comes out of your brother's room, hair ruffled from sleep. He smiles as soon as he spots you. "Can't sleep either?"

You shake your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, sticky and sweet from the melted pop.

He smirks, taking a seat beside you. "What's up?" He's only a year older than you, but he seems so much more mature, so much cooler.

You shrug, comfortable enough with him to share your inner thoughts. "I feel like a loser."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone is getting boyfriends or girlfriend and I'm just...I don't know. I feel like I'm falling behind."

He scoots closer to you, his gaze on yours. "First of all, you're not a loser. Second, just because you don't have a boyfriend doesn't mean you're falling behind. You should go at the pace you want to."

"But I haven't even had my first kiss yet! At this rate, I'll be a kiss-virgin by the time I graduate."

He doesn't respond right away, contemplating what he wants to say next. You stare at him, belly fluttering, anticipating.

"Do you want to try kissing with me?"

You're stunned by his suggestion, though you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't secretly hoping for it. You like Ino, you've always liked him as soon as your brother befriend him. He's always been so nice to you, so caring. But you always tried to deny yourself of those feelings, certain it would never be reciprocated. "Do you mind if I try kissing with you?"

At this, he laughs softly, leaning in closer, eyes focused on your cherry-stained lips. "I wouldn't offer if I did."

It's just a kiss, you remind yourself. It's for scientific purposes, and that's it. So, you close your eyes, pouting your lips slightly. You don't see his reaction, too scared that he'll chicken out at the silly face you're making. But he's on you now, his mouth gentle against yours, careful and intentional. He knows you're nervous, knows you're inexperienced. And that's okay. Because you know Ino is going to take care of you.

His kisses grow more intense, his lips slipping past yours to lick into your mouth. His hands are on you now, fingers smooth across your cheeks and neck. A small moan escapes you as his thumb hovers a sensitive spot on your throat. It spurs him on, kisses sloppier, as if he's wishing to draw out more embarrassing noises out of you.

Before you know it, you're laid out on the couch, him on top of you, fulling making out now. He's heavy above you, though you don't mind it. In fact, you feel safe like this. You feel safe with him.

He's out of breath now as he pulls away from you, panting as he rests his forehead against yours. "Wow," is all he says.

You swallow thickly, the mix of cherry and his saliva sweet on your tongue. "Was I...okay?"

He laughs, nuzzling his nose to yours. "Yeah. You're perfect."

[pixiest1cks]

i'd like to think no matter where he's at in his life, dottore likes to ramble as he works.

no matter if he's prime, or the more ill-tempered scholar from the akademiya or even omega build, dottore quietly mumbles as a habit when he's working.

some things he says aloud are just to commit certain details to memory. in the grander scheme of his plans, the details seem small-- but they hold a crucial grip on the entire project. because of this, dottore reasons that the habit holds its merits.

sometimes, he makes sarcastic remarks when something doesn't go well. short, choppy words that mostly go unheard even by those in his general vicinity. when you first worked under him, he had mumbled to himself like usual (it was second nature at that point). what he hadn't expected though, were your responses.

"stupid thing tightly screwed--"

"do you need a wrench, sir?"

before he could respond, you had one held and ready to hand to him. from then on, you would help him out here and there in his more foul moods and dottore would be lying if he said the additional assistance wasn't helpful.

the mad scientist had found an adequate assistant.

work went by smoother, toning down a good portion of his irritation. it's almost as if having someone to support you (even if it was strictly for work purposes) provided more benefits than he had originally thought. of course, he would never admit that. the most he would do is thank you here and there when you proved to be extra useful.

work continues the same for a while. the interactions grow more frequent and so his musings change from your responses. instead of talking to himself, he talks to you. he asks you for your input, for you to pass him whatever he can't reach from his other desk, he asks for you.

that is, until you're gone one day.

dottore doesn't think anything of it. he's worked alone for his whole life, what's a few days without you? but his segments have been more irritable as of late, resulting in lackluster performance as a whole not only from his segments, but his troops. the fatui are fearful of the doctor, but even more so of an irritated one. you'll turn up eventually and everything will be back to normal, he reasons.

but as the days go on, you are still nowhere to be found in the cold, desolate laboratory. he finally pauses in his work to think about where you could be.

something must've happened. something outside of his jurisdiction. it's not like it's his problem. you might've proved a useful assistant to him, but his work holds utmost priority.

yes, work. back to work.

and dottore mumbles as usual, but it's not the same.

by habit, he calls out for you to hand him something--

but you're not there.

dottore is a scholar first and foremost. all it takes to find you is a little bit of research, so he does exactly that. he finds out you've been working somewhere else, somewhere closer to home to better support your family.

well, that's no problem. he'll have his assistant back as soon as possible, no matter the cost. all he needed to know was your whereabouts.

[howmanyholesinswisscheese]

More Sherlock & Co Headcanons

Because y'all like the first ones so much.

Mariana is one of those heathens who eats the kernels at the bottom of the popcorn bowl and enjoys it.

John and Sherlock have a rotating cast of answers to the age old client question, "So are you two...?" which only serve to confuse the asker even more. It's an incredibly enjoyable sport. Sherlock often just plays dumb, to John's enormous amusement. It's their favorite inside joke.

When he does actually eat it, Sherlock's go-to breakfast food is a boiled egg and soldiers. Fight me. I will not stand for boiled eggs and soldiers slander they are amazing and Sherlock knows it.

John keeps a collection of bloopers/funny moments he's recorded during cases in a folder on his computer. When he's feeling down, he puts in his earplugs and listens to them. He never fails to get a laugh out of it.

Speaking of language headcanons in the last post, Sherlock speaks fluent Spanish (because of course he does). Sometimes he and Mariana have innocuous conversations in Spanish just to mess with John. He finally gets what it's like to be a stranger watching them all converse in BSL.

Sherlock has a strong appreciation for the musical arts. Once, after a particularly sour case, John took Sherlock to the orchestra to lighten his mood. Sherlock didn't express much outward enjoyment, still drained from the previous week's labor, but the next day the pieces they'd heard rang out through the flat as Sherlock's touch brought them to life from memory on his violin. John found this version infinitely more beautiful than any orchestra. and he even glimpsed the ghost of a smile as Sherlock lost himself in the music.

You know how everyone has a different little doodle they do when they're bored and they've got a pen and a bit of paper around? Well, Sherlock does mandalas and circle scribbles, John does little smiley faces and zig zags, and Mariana writes peoples names in calligraphy.

@obsessed-sketches and I both agree Sherlock wears a really heavy, well-worn coat for the deep-pressure stimulation. And a scarf, because those are absolutely splendid to play/fiddle with and being all wrapped up just adds a whole nother dimension to it all.

John uses Microsoft Edge as his default browser. Mariana's exasperated protests have been completely futile in convincing him to switch and to be honest, who knows if there's any hope left for him anymore.

Speaking of browsers, Sherlock would be such a boss at the 2048 game.

Someday I'm gonna have to write a dance lesson fic, because the idea of Sherlock teaching John to dance for a case lives in my head rent free for literally every SH rendition but these two especially. Sherlock freely infodumping about the history of each song he plays as he shows John how to waltz, John filling the silence with nervous rambling, that rapport setting in and them just falling into step after a few minutes and forgetting time is even passing... I know I mostly HC them as a QPR but dear god the intimacy in that may kill me.

Mariana once introduced Sherlock to the National Day Calendar. National Cellophane Tape Day, National Life Insurance Day, National Raspberry Popover Day, and the likes are now slipped happily into conversations at 221B under Sherlock's firm belief that each one is on par with Christmas in terms of their significance in the public eye. Slay, Sherlock. National Days are awesome.

John makes the cutest sleep noises.

Yk how i said Sherlock likes rainbow sour straps. If you've ever eaten sour straps, you'll know there are two ways to eat them: whole, or by tearing the colours into strips. Clearly, as a civilised human being, Sherlock does the latter.

SHERLOCK WOULD TOTALLY WRITE AWESOME POETRY AND READ IT OUT AND JOHN AND MARIANA WOULD BE STUNNED INTO AWESTRUCK SILENCE

Mariana wears those really big hoop earrings. You know the ones.

AAAAH i should stop before this becomes a mammoth block of text. Maybe I'll make a part three.

Thank you kindly for being unwillingly subjected to my opinions coming to my TED talk.

[milkiematcha]

sadist jeno leaving bruises on your hips after railing you for teasing him over the phone, i feel like he’d really like seeing those bruises in the morning

aftermath of jeno jacking off in a bathroom

part one here!!

jeno would absolutely love digging his fingertips into your hips, pulling you down to better slam his hips into yours, his cock so deep inside that your eyes had started to shine with tears. small, round bruises had already started to form where he had grabbed your waist, the color deepening on your skin.

your fingers were digging into anything they could hold, anything around you, even the small plush that had taunted him earlier was scrunched in your hands. he had told you not to touch him, his hand grabbing both of your wrists so quickly that you hadn't even been able to pull back.

"no touching." he'd murmured, lips near your ear. his voice was so gravely and deep with pent-up frustration that it sent shivers running up your spine. you had nodded and his signature half smirk had returned to his lips.

and now he was being so rough, his thumbs pressing deeper against your hips. tears were dripping down your cheeks, incoherent whines leaving your lips at every thrust.

"shut up." his voice was sharp, sharper than the way his hips met yours. your breath caught in your throat, and his hand rose to your throat, cutting off any attempts you had planned to whine or beg for forgiveness. "you spoke too much over the phone. keep quiet."

the stuttering of his hips said more about how close he was then the way his eyes were started to flutter closed. his grip was tighter, on both your throat and your hip, and you struggled to hold back the urge to hold his hand.

somehow, despite the way his cum was leaking out of you, you'd barely noticed when he came. spots were dancing in your vision, and for a moment, he forgot to let go of your throat, your eyelids flickering shut from oxygen deprivation.

...

somehow, you'd drifted to sleep somewhere between him pressing his face into the crook of your neck and him mumbling "i love you" into your skin. when you woke up, he was already gone, the sound of pans clattering together from the kitchen drawing you from dreamland.

"jeno?" your voice was hoarse and rough, but somehow he heard you over the noise he was making. he must have pulled on of his shirts over your head while you were asleep, because he smiled immediately when he walked into the room.

"you look pretty in my clothes."

"you dressed me."

the quip was ignore as he bent down to scoop you up, ignoring your whines to dump you on the kitchen counter. your fingers dug into the hem of your shirt- his shirt- and you kicked your legs, watching him, still half asleep.

"i should've iced that." he pokes at your hip between flipping pancakes, making you whine in pain. "that's gunna stick around for quite a while."

"you did it on purpose." you snap, raising a hand to your throat to brush your fingers against the delicate skin. "and this! you're such an asshole."

"maybe."

"maybe? i-" your words were cut off by his hand cupping your jaw and gently squeezing your cheeks, shoving half of a strawberry between your lips. his eyes were scrunched up in that way he knew could get him out of any trouble, and he nodded at you.

"yes, doll, maybe. but you certainly sent those photos on purpose. tit for tat."

you chew quickly, wracking your brain for a response to him before the smell of smoke filled the air. "nono?"

he hummed, still gazing at you like you were the brightest star in the sky. "hmm?"

"what's burning?"

shout out to me for not ever knowing how to end these. anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading!! thank you so much for the request anon<33

[eliteseven]

Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shadowheart/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Shar (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Vocalist Shadowheart, Guitarist Tav, Angst, Romance Summary:

"Who is Shar?”

“Only the subject of our last six tracks, since they broke up. She denies it, but anyone with eyes can see Shadowheart’s still under her spell.”

Or

Band AU in which Shadowheart and Tav fall deeply in love.

[dykesynthezoid]

Truly a thesaurus is more useful to me as a brainfogged disabled writer than generative AI could ever be

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

it’s okay if your first draft doesn’t make sense. it’s okay if your first draft doesn’t make sense. it’s okay if your first draft doesn’t make sense. it’s okay if

[mochinomnoms]

Not an “official”ask (or maybe it is) but genuinely love your work and how you write! Makes me want to get back to writing!

What’s your process for writing or any advice for getting out of slumps when it comes to world building?

Can’t wait for more of PTM!! 🩷

Oh how nice!!! Dw asks are open requests aren't!

When it comes to the writing process I actually don't have much of a process for it thoughts just come to me and I feel the need to share lmao but I get inspired by things I just like! So like PTM is based on a manga I really like, my AceYuu fic is gonna be based on a Hozier song and Madoka Magica. I recommend finding something you really like, maybe a basic trope or story, myth, musical etc and use that as a starting point!

For world-building, tbh it's mostly based on my background as an anthropologist, so I ask questions that I would ask research subjects in the field and pretend to fill in the blanks like the characters are answering it! For TWST, since it's based on Disney media which are based in real world cultures/stories, I research those cultures and base my world-building of them!

For slumps, I can't provide too much feedback, tbh I get into slumps and get stuck. I find it most helpful to have someone give you feedback while writing or proofreading rough drafts, cause it's nice to get nice words about your writing! That usually helps me most! I wish I could be more helpful, but that's all I really got!

[trainingdummyrabbit]

haiiii chat can we talk Angela resonating with WhiteNight. like! Wow!

hai i am demonstrably normal about the whol e thing yes grabs and shakes

appropriate posts linked; couldve sworn id yapped more times than that but ive already combed thru once i wont again; th floor of religion realization consistently and repeatedly invokes Lingering Angela Emotions on me whenever it comes up and it will always kill me To Death. grabs and shakes.

its the painful split between The One Who Will Lead Us and That Who Is Lost; perfectly tying together that need for control with someone who is honestly just reaching around blindly, hoping itll save them. the resentment towards carmen yet her contradictory trust in the light and where it leads her because its the only thing thats been there for her; the only certainty she's ever had to follow; what else is she supposed to believe?

tying in with her interactions with hokma, the inability to let go of the past yet still trying to act as though she can effortlessly push forward (her keeping up her defensiveness and snapping at him much like she had with the other librarians; yet still returning again and again for his thoughts and opinions, referring to him by his old name; that sole person that treated her kindly..)

exemplified through the dialogue in the realization, that weird, cobbled-together stiltedness of her seemingly reciting a script (SIGHS) and how distant she feels in contrast to whitenight and its influence; saying word for word verbatim what It tends to say rather than that feeling of simply releasing an inhibition like other realizations had; only to break to pieces and reveal that terrified uncertainty buried beneath it.

she desperately wishes for that safety of certainty, so far as to even go against her own desire to be free of carmen's influence, so far as to even deflect her own actions and pin the blame on it; a choice that she can make Herself, but a choice still tangled with the desires of another.

how she starts to doubt-- wondering about the invitation; what it means for her. but when she understands what it implies; what it means for them, she recoils, immediately trying to protect herself with that which she always had, that which had always been with her-- that which could no longer service her. the final conflict of her Words vs. her Will and Actions. the facade and what she truly, deeply wants.

incapable of handling the weight of that unknown alone, despite her burning desire to live; she still falls back to that one certainty; the certainty of What She's Always Done. What Always Had Been Done.

if she were to stop now, what would this make of everything she's done? what would it make of everything that was done to her?

of course she would resonate with something like that. to command attention, respect; one who knows what Is and Will Be, to lead them forward-- to keep those that were chosen close; to never be abandoned, to never be alone.

a paradise for those who were abandoned, just like her.

[myguiltyartpleasure]

Oh boy oh boy, I'm starting to write my first fic EVER. I'm not a writer and English isn't even my first language and I'm stressed! Writing gods, save me!

Also, if there is somebody alive in "Ghost of Tsushima" fandom, please, talk to me! I'm gonna need somebody to proofread.

I've just replayed the main storyline. All I can say right now is that it's gonna be Jin x Ryuzo 💙 (but it's not only about them)

[crookedghosts]

casually making myself cry while creating Esperanza Valdez' (highly inaccurate idk) political career in the rwrb au bc escapism... only so much of this will be featured, frankly, bc this is a story about Leo/Piper/Jason and it's the only reason they need a backstory made but I adore it anyway so I'm gonna share lol:

(Pre-Early-AU) Tristan McLean is born into an affluent family in California, where his family is involved in philanthropy and Indigenous historical preservation. He's charming and easily a star in California politics, advocating for Indigenous people and the environment. Piper's mother passes early in her life, leaving Tristan as a single father, deeply devoted to raising Piper while managing the demands of his political career.

As Tristan works his time as a U.S. Senator from California, his priorities begin to shift as he struggles with balancing raising Piper with his growing political role. There is work to be done as the Aeneas/Chiron campaign pushes for BIPOC voices to be heard and represented in the late 2000s, and he is on the trail with them.

Meanwhile, Esperanza Valdez is born into a working-class Mexican-American family in a small Texas town. Her father (Leo’s grandfather) works as a skilled mechanic and runs a small auto repair shop. Esperanza grows up witnessing her father’s dedication and the tight-knit community he serves. She became known for her sharp mind and strong voice, often advocating for fair treatment and opportunities for local workers. Her natural leadership and willingness to speak up make her a community figure, even before she considers a formal career in politics.

With time, Esperanza graduates college and becomes involved in community advocacy and organizing, focusing on education access and labor rights. When she has Leo, she begins actively organizing for women's rights, particularly women's reproductive rights in Texas, as someone who is very publicly pro choice and pro family (not mutually exclusive things). Leo's abuelo is the best father figure he could ask for growing up.

2008 (Aeneas/Chiron Administration): As Esperanza gains recognition for her effective grassroots efforts, she is encouraged to run for the Texas state legislature during the Aneas/Chiron wave. Initially hesitant, she agrees, driven by the chance to make broader change in the 2010 midterms.

2012 (Aeneas/Chiron 2nd Term): Esperanza runs for Congress and wins, and her reputation grows as she fights for working-class families and educational reform while representing a diverse district in her home state of Texas. Leo, now 7, is a part of her public story (her little helper). Her career steadily grows 2012-2016.

2013-2014 : Esperanza meets Tristan McLean, a career politician known for his early success but disillusioned by the limits of the system and pivoting careers. Realizing he can be more effective in non-political advocacy, he shifts focus. They meet during initiatives promoting educational reform and child welfare. Leo and Piper, both around 8-9 and often with their parents for events, develop a quick bond.

2015: Tristan and Esperanza are married, driven by their shared values. Esperanza has been in congress for 3 years and Tristan has taken his step back to focus on family and philanthropy for the last 5. Piper gains a strong female role model in Esperanza, and Leo, 10, becomes Piper’s new stepbrother. While Tristan supports Esperanza’s career, he is cautious about Piper being too involved in politics, creating a complex family dynamic as Piper looks up to her stepmother and becomes drawn to her causes.

2016 (Kronos v Creon): Kronos wins the presidency in the race against Helene Creon, the first female identifying presidential candidate who fought a tight race that the Valdez-McLean family fully supported. Esperanza, now a Congresswoman, becomes one of the leading progressive voices in the fight against regressive policies.

2016-2020: As Esperanza’s political career accelerates, Tristan supports her from the sidelines, using his experience to guide her through challenges but maintaining his wish for Piper to have options outside of politics. The Kronos years are in Leo and Piper's early teenage years, from age 11-15.

2018 Midterm Elections: Esperanza leads significant efforts in the 2018 midterm elections, advocating for progressive candidates and policies. At 13, Leo and Piper begin making more appearances and volunteering publicly, despite Tristan’s concerns. Esperanza’s work in the midterm campaigns pays off when she becomes the House Minority Leader, bringing her national prominence and solidifies her as a key contender for future higher office.

2020 (Chiron/Valdez vs Kronos/Typhon): Former Vice President Joe Chiron selects Esperanza as his running mate for the presidential election. She becomes Vice President after their victory, making history as the first Latina to hold the office. The family dynamic shifts as the Valdez-McLean family moves into an even bigger spotlight. Tristan takes on a quieter public profile but remains active in philanthropy, focusing on arts and environmental causes while encouraging the kids through high school, which they are finishing as the family enters the 2024 race.

2024 (Valdez/Chase vs Kronos/Typhon): Kronos can't lose enough, but the Valdez/Chase administration wins with President-Elect Esperanza Valdez as the first woman of color to hold the office. Leo and Piper, freshly starting University, become the First Son and First Daughter of the US, forming a White House Trio with Annabeth Chase, the Vice President's niece.

2027-2028 (present day in the Valgrace RWRB AU): Leo and Piper are both 23ish, finishing uni, with Annabeth already a year out and deep in the world of political analysis. The Valdez/Chase administration is running the country while running a campaign against an unknown Repu blican ticket, and shenanigans ensues.

[allebooklover]

For the prompt counting clocks by @flashfictionfridayofficial.

I sort of went with the alternate meaning of clocks - clocking someone in the head, and regular clocks.

Content warnings: violence and child abuse. Character repeatedly remembers violence committed on kids, and daydreams of people getting hit in the head in multiple ways.

Edited to include the words ‘counting clocks’ (hadn’t realised I left it out).

“-the clock in the house is an antique from the Fujiwara’s grandfather’s generation. It symbolises—”

The teacher droned on, a continuous monotone that blurred the words together, until Enn could barely made sense of what he was saying. He could understand Japanese just fine, despite spending the previous few years in Italy, but he couldn’t say the same for Japanese literature. Metaphors, similes, symbolism— none of it made sense to Enn, even with Minase’s efforts. Even after a month, he couldn’t make head or tails of it, and if he was being honest with himself, he never would.

He glanced up at the clock. It was a perfect circle, painted white with crisp black numbers circling the rim. 10.15am, it read. Enn’s shoulders slumped before he could stop them—he forced them back up with a flinch, gaze flickering frantically to the teacher. Thankfully, the teacher was too busy reading the textbook to notice his slip.

It could be wrong, he thought hopefully. The clock could have been wounded wrongly, just like the old square clock they’d had back in the hellhole that ran anywhere between 3 and 8 minutes early. He didn’t have anything to compare it to, but that didn’t matter. Having allies was a wonderful thing, especially in an unknown environment. Carefully, his eyes slid to the side of the classroom. Kazumi was seated three seats aside and down, scribbling into her notebook like her life depended on it, dark shadows under her eyes. Her wrists were bare, and just like the classmates surrounding them, she looked completely focused on what the teacher was saying. A far cry from the silent, wary girl he remembered, who needed to keep everybody in sight at all times and panicked when they weren’t.

He wasn’t sure if he liked that.

Focused as Kazumi was, it was all too easy for her to die. Enn could already see it in his mind’s eye—the classmate seated beside her whirling around and punching once to the face before stabbing a pen into the side of her neck, a tactic they’d learned back when they were in the Nero famiglia’s care. Clutching at her throat, wheezing for air as warm blood slid down her fingers, staining her blouse red—

Kazumi’s eyes shifted towards his. Her brows furrowed into a scowl, eyes flickering back to the whiteboard and back to him. Pay attention, her look said, and Enn slid his gaze back to the front with a sigh.

He glanced up at the clock—10.20am. Enn resisted the urge to smack his head on the table. He peeked to the side instead, gaze shifting to the third seat beside the window.

Minase was looking down at his textbook, bangs falling into his eyes, pen held loosely in hand. There was a watch on his wrist, but the head was facing away from Enn. He gritted his teeth, thinking his options through.

He could ask the other students to pass on the message, but he didn’t trust those students not to narc to the teacher. He could approach or call out himself—Minase rolled with the circumstances like a well oiled ball bearing. He’d give Enn a questioning look but also a honest answer, but that would be against the rules. Obeying the rules was what helped them survive back then, and although the rules were less clearcut, it was helping them survive now.

Adults didn’t like rule breakers. The adults in charge of him back then had made it vehemently clear how much they hated them by kicking rule breakers in the head until their face caved in, pleading be damned. He’d counted forty two kicks, once, for an eight year old who’d stolen a ring. Could still hear the crunch of bone, the horrible hacking coughs as the kid struggled to breath through a swollen tongue and broken teeth. Kazumi was too smart to be caught, but Minase wasn’t, and Enn refused to see them go through the same thing.

He’d kill the teacher before that happened.

He’d seen some squads do it to their handlers. Enn had dreamt of joining in, when things got too much. It had never ended well, but when you were deemed failures by the lab and sent into an underground war between criminals as meat shields and fodder, striking back was worth death. It wouldn’t even be hard—it was clear that the teacher had never killed anyone in his life, unlike the mafiosi. Attention split between twenty kids and the whiteboard, the teacher wouldn’t see Enn coming until it was too late.

He wouldn’t even need a pen—the textbook they were using would do. Enn tightened his grip on his textbook. All he’d would have to do was throw it at the back of the teacher’s head with enough force to break a skull, and if that failed, he’d have his fists. He’d seen kids die of brain damage after getting clocked in the face, and the teacher would die just like they would - crying in pain, vomiting down their fronts, clutching at their heads until they fell limp and still. One strike, two, three; counting clocks to the head just like he had for the rest of the dead.

It’d get him executed by the adults in front of the others to teach them what happened to failures who fought back, but at least that meant no more Japanese literature class. No more struggle to adapt to this weirdly peaceful place, where violence was the exception instead of the rule.

(Kazumi had told him that things had changed. That the people who’d took them in didn’t want to kill them, or for them to kill anyone, or do anything that wasn’t what a regular high school kid would do, whatever that meant. It was clear that they were trying to believe it, but Enn wasn’t sure he was ready to join them just yet.)

Kazumi was looking at him, brows furrowed. Shoving away the memories of blood and violence, Enn shifted his gaze to his notes. Above them, the clock ticked on, slowly and inevitably marching towards the end of the lesson, and the beginning of a new one.

[dramionestills]

there are certain mistakes/typos in fics that make me so frustrated and just take me out of the mood completely

the ones i can think off the top of my head are:

wonton vs. wanton (which is always funny)

taut vs. taunt (makes my blood boil for some reason)

Ginerva (it's GINEVRA ffs)

Hermoine (i just... can't)

Zambini (where the fuck did that M come from?)

can't think of others rn but there certainly are more lol

are there any mistakes that just irritate you this much ? please let me know i'm not alone in this

[applecider-15]

guys do you ever just hate writing/hj

like i'm supposed to be editing this chapter to post, except before editing the word count was like 5,400 wrds and now it's more like 6,200. I think I'm doing editing wrong. I only meant to re-write a few sections....

I'm supposed to be editing bro *cries in writing*