#solves your problem of not being able to come up with a plot because you are not a very good writer. i dont know. i suppose there is space
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âgay retelling of a classic!â âfeminist sapphic twist on this greek myth!â why donât you write a better book than that. i think we deserve better books than that
#just had âjane austenâs mansfield park reimagined as a sapphic murder mysteryâ advertised 2 me on IG. and i just think you should write a#better book than that. if you want to write a âsapphic murder mysteryâ then write it. the fact that you have to lean on existing classics#and advertise yours as a âretellingâ or a âtwistâ or a âreimaginingâ suggests to me that you are not a very good writer. sorry this is very#hatery but i believe itâŚjust write a new book. a better book. what is the point of writing a gay version of wuthering heights other than it#solves your problem of not being able to come up with a plot because you are not a very good writer. i dont know. i suppose there is space#for anything and should be space for all sorts in the publishing industry but also i hear sapphic murder mystery mansfield park and i think#thatâs probably not a very good book. idk. there is excellent queer and feminist original fiction out there without the need to take#existing literature at random and use that as a crutch for some reasonâŚ#(ridi's) bigmouth strikes again
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Adding Tension After the Ship Happens
i feel a lot of slow burn ships lose steam after the characters finally get together, whether it's just from sleeping together or them actually engaging in a relationship, so here are some ideas for how to maintain steam.
their problems are not solved now that they've crossed the thresh hold
first things first, the plot itself i'm sure has other details than just their relationship. even the most fluffy of fluff has other things going on than kisses and giggles. don't abandon these details once the relationship truly begins. and if there was any kind of unresolved tension point or previously mentioned ex/trauma/insecurity/fear bring it back! bring things back around that might put a strain on a new, tender relationship. this can either make them have problems or be a way to develop their bonds and *show* it in action. any of these foreshadowing/resurrected points can be added in edits if you didn't start out with them or with retconning if you're writing rp/fanfic. all the writers do it. we see it in tv everyday it's ok if u gotta pull a rabbit from a hat.
their relationship will not be suddenly smooth and solid as if they have been married 20 years
okay they kissed/fucked/agreed to be together. now what? what circumstances kept them from getting there sooner? are those circumstances still present and how will they deal with it as a team? you also don't have to have characters officially together once they've done something physical. there is still discussion to be had and boundaries/expectations to establish. those conversations could be interesting to explore. and, even more-so, this is the perfect point for plot to happen and keep them from being able to have those conversations when they should. you can add angst, you can add miscommunication, you can add anything that tickles your fancy. especially a perfect time to have an ex return to cause some tension and uncertainty if they haven't made it official. they don't know what they are yet and that uncertainty is a delicious point to write it and really give the characters a hard time
utilize the main plot's tension
again, if you're writing more than just a contemporary fluffy romance, the romance should enrich the main plot. the romance as a subplot should be a component which merges with the main storyline and does not take away from it. if you don't want to milk the will-they-won't-they anymore than you already have it's time to build the relationship up in the midst of OUTSIDE conflict. let them disagree about how to resolve problems. let them butt heads. let them be scared and do and say stupid shit because they're scared. let them be worried or angry or frustrated and have to figure out how to balance their newfound vulnerability with who they are and were before that point. let them hurt each other a little so they can come back together stronger.
utilize the characters around them
if it is a plot which is mainly romance filled, then think about the tension from the lives around them. think about their loved ones and how their own issues could influence the plot points the characters have to face together. this could be a time for them to be introduced to loved ones. you could throw in a group trip with silly mishaps and shenanigans. you could even have loved ones try to break them up or doubt the love interest. navigating new relationships while also dealing with friends and family can be a source of plot and tension in and of itself. this can be a point to let love interests reassure each other and prove their salt. it can help them grow closer. it can be the heroic moment for one of them to stick up for the other or prove they're there for them no matter what.
overall if you're struggling with what to do after the slow burn feels like it's sizzling out it's time to zoom out. make sure you are not losing the whole picture of their environment or steamrolling past the real development of new relationships.
#writing tools#on writing#writing#writeblr#writing process#writing community#writer things#creative writing#writing advice#ao3#rp advice#writing inspiration#writer inspiration
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the reason why i don't think blood & cheese works without maelor is because it undermines the gravity of helaena's choice
in the books, as we all know, she has to choose which son to sacrifice. blood & cheese are going to kill one either way, so, whatever happens, if you want to get cynical about it, aegon will still be left with a male heir of his body. no, the horribleness of the choice lies not really in dynastic matters, but in basic humanity: which of your children are you willing to condemn to death? and helaena truly does try to make the best out of a bad situation, she picks not because she loves jaehaerys more, but because maelor is so tiny that she hopes he won't understand what's going to happen to him.
and she absolutely has to choose, because b&c threaten to rape her daughter if she doesn't. it's psychological torture. b&c just want to fuck her up in the head as much as possible and helaena tries her goddamnest to minimize the harm done to her family. to further compound on the tragedy, b&c kill the opposite child, so now she has to live out the rest of her days knowing that the son left alive is the son SHE herself marked for the axe. which is what understandably drives her to lose her mind
now, in the show, the "problem" blood & cheese have doesn't exist at all: that they can't supposedly tell the twins apart. but (as awful as it sounds, since it involves sexual assault) they could very easily check which child has male genitalia and be done with it. it's a "problem" that takes literal seconds to solve. they don't need helaena at all! it becomes irrelevant which child she points towards - b&c can always just check! she can't save jaehaerys in this situation no matter what she does, because b&c were never interested in jaehaera in the first place. in the books, she has the ability to save one child and this exact horrible "agency" bestowed on her torments her for the rest of her days. in the show, even had she pointed towards jaehaera, it would have been a narrative plot hole for the writers to have killed her without checking
likewise, in the books, she begs them to kill her instead, but, in the show, she offers them a necklace? you can't deny that the dramatic stakes are lowered substantially by making that change. which one of these options would have been more filled with pathos? personally, it just feels like this was phia's moment to shine and, while she did a good job with what she had, every narrative choice was somehow made to subdue this horrible event and left her only crumbs to work with. cinematically-speaking, this scene (as it was executed) does not even come close to the iconic moments that cemented GoT into the collective consciousness, which is very strange, as the subject matter is anything but mediocre
and that's not even getting into the rest of the plot holes that others have already pointed out, like:
- why are there no guards at helaena's door or anywhere else for that matter? not just on that hallway, but on many other hallways, she has to run quite a lot to get to alicent's chambers
- why is her room unlocked at the very least
- why is ALICENT's room unlocked, for that matter? she is having secret guilty sex with criston and she forgets to lock her door in a castle full of spies? anyone could have walked in
- not even getting into this whole thing just being one huge misunderstanding + minimizing daemon's and mysaria's roles :))
- NOT EVEN mentioning removing the trauma of alicent witnessing all of this, gagged and bound on her own bed, not being able to help or intervene in any way
i can understand the likelihood of these elements happening sometimes (maybe someone does forget to lock their door from time to time, maybe a guard does shirk their duties from time to time), but you can't write all of them at once without it turning all looney tunes. if you introduce too many aspects that defy logic in your story, it ceases to be believable and just becomes bad writing
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also, "they killed <the boy>"? not "my son" or "jaehaerys"? it sounds so removed, don't you think? helaena out there on her mother's floor dropping exposition for the audience đĽ˛
#house of the dragon#helaena targaryen#blood & cheese#maelor targaryen#jaehaerys targaryen#jaehaera targaryen#alicent hightower#hotd s2#hotd spoilers#this is SO annoying as the episode was pretty solid throughout until this
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Avoiding the white savior of the kingdom
@ceo-of-angst asked:
Okay so I'm writing a fantasy series. There's two main kingdoms though there is a third but that one doesn't have to do anything with this ask. Both of them are likely as big as a continent each so there are different climates everywhere, therefore there's a lot of diversity even within one country. The issues mostly is between the two kingdoms nationality wise, as there's a war. The prince of one of the kingdoms kills his older brother to gain the throne. This is where the issue starts. They have a younger (half)sister who ends up leading a revolution bc of her brother's bad rule (famine, war, dictatorship and incantation or sentence to fight to the death in war to anyone who doesn't obbey the government etc), she's white, she's helped by my main cast who are all poc (one of them also from nobility) from the other kingdom and I don't want to accidently make it a white savior She's not my main character though if anything we only see into her pov bc of a difference between kingdoms in book 2. Most of the pov is on my main cast so I don't know how this could pay out.
Add diversity to the kingdom
There is a simple solution: donât make one kingdom all-white or all-BIPOC. Add in diversity and mixed race. You seem to already be doing that, and itâs not an issue of race but rather tyranny. White saviorism is when only a white character can solve a problem for BIPOC and theyâre seen as the hero. If itâs a team effort, where your protagonist is fallible but well-intentioned, you should be fine. -Jaya
Questions to ask yourself
This critique got levied at Tamora Pierceâs Trickster series, and itâs a pretty valid critique of the booksâevery time you have a white person as a figurehead of an otherwise-diverse movement, youâre going to start getting into why this white person, and why then?
Itâs especially salient if you have the person come into an already-established rebellion movement. Is her involvement the thing that gets the privilege necessary to make the movement valid? What about her makes her the ideal top person in the organization?
Why is she white?
My first question is: why is she white? Is it related to colorism and classism? If yes, then why are you automatically making the leading group white if thereâs so much diversity and so many other groups can trend extremely pale?
Why are the kingdoms so big?
My second question is: why are the kingdoms so big? Itâs actually frighteningly hard to run a continent-sized country. If youâre attempting to make these single groups so big simply for ease of worldbuilding, and for diversityâs sake, know that a country does not have to be large to contain a multitude of groups. You are allowed to have political rivalry in a small area and still maintain diversity within it.
How much privilege is she willing to give up?
My third question is: how much privilege is she willing to give up? Is she trying to take the throne for herself, or is she trying to destroy all of the structures that gave her status in the first place? Because that question will determine how willing the PoC around her are going to be. Why would they support a ruler if theyâve been subjugated by that family, with no real promise sheâs going to be any different once she gets in power?
On the flipside, why would she be willing to give up any of her privilege in the name of removing her brother from the throne, and what stops her from going off the deep end once she has the ability to control others?
Itâs likely doable to make this situation read as less of a white saviour, but in order to do that youâll likely need to wask yourself a lot of hard questions about your motives and the character arc you want to have with her.
People may see a white savior, regardless
And youâll also have to ask yourself if youâll be comfortable with never really being able to avoid some people calling this a white saviour plot. Even if you do âeverything rightâ and follow every bit of advice you can, thereâs always going to be some people who arenât too thrilled that the person saving everyone is white.
So examine your motives, really nail down what youâre trying to show with this, and come to terms with not making everyone happy no matter what you do.
~Mod Lesya
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BETTER THAN GOLD (TEASER)
Synopsis: Taeyong cleared his throat, âyour dad will be fine but you. The princess needs to face the consequences.â
Every good thing comes with a price.
Pairing:Taeyong x Doyoung x Jaehyun x f!reader
Genre: Angst, Business, Romance, Smut
W/c: not yet
Warnings: mention of drinking and smoking, poor and rich, name calling. Rest warnings will be later in the original plot.
Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!
you are different from them. Thereâs nothing common between you and them. They should hangout with each other but you are not allowed there. You are being told repeatedly that they are like the royals and you are just a commoner. But why though? Canât you be friends with them? You didnât mind the rich and poor before you met them but now you envy them. They get every single respect and recognition unlike you who is under shadows.
Shadows of them.
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It all started when your father moved to this new city because he told you that this new place would be a better place for his job opportunities. You and your mother were really happy for this and it gave you hope that the future ahead of you would be a better one. Your family doesnât need to be in poverty anymore and your days of struggle will be over. You will be living a happy life with no worry and regrets.
But you forgot one thing people said.
Everything comes with a price. If one problem gets solved then another problem rises up.
Your dad got invited to a grand hotel from his new workplace and you wondered how is he being treated like this. You are not complaining but getting surprised. You have never been to such grand and luxurious places before and deep down you are excited and wondering what it would be like to experience such things.
Will you be considered rich or you are still being treated as low class?
âDadâŚâ
He hummed while tightening his belt around his waist and looked at you through the mirror. He sent you a warm smile and you returned the gesture.
âIsnât it suspicious that they are inviting you to this place when you are not even a part of the project team.â
âY/n⌠I have told you that they are my friends and they are just helping me. Why are you so suspicious of them. We are having such a good life because of them and we should be grateful.â Your dad stated and turned towards you.
You nodded but still you are a bit hesitant to go to this place because of a foreign feeling lingering on your skin. You always trust your dad and if he was telling you to not think about it then you should not.
âI have never been to such places.â You whispered under your breath but your father chuckled on hearing you.
He walked towards you and sat beside you, âcome on my child. Cheer up. If you have never been then atleast now you are able to attend such parties. Everything will be fine. Promise.â
PromiseâŚ
âOkay.â You and your dad smiled towards each each other.
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âHello Mr. Kang, Welcome to the party. I hope you have arrived safely and have you brought your daughter?â Mr. Kim greeted and your dad nudged you to come closer.
You were already anxious about the situation because of the grand spacious hall with richness and lavishness radiating everywhere even the dirts under the shoes and all the stares from people surrounding you.
You smiled and bowed towards thim, âHello, myself Kang Y/n. Nice to meet you.â
Two other men also joined the scene and they had the same cheerful expression on their faces. Their welcoming gestures were calming your nervousness.
The other two also introduced themselves as Mr. Lee and Mr. Jung.
The three of your fatherâs friends had one attraction in common. Richness. The expensive suits and their great businessman aura was radiating off from them and your dad was looking like a mere corporate worker in front of them. But friends donât let their money to come between their friendship and you should be grateful that wherever you are today, itâs because of them.
They studied in same school, they had same childhood then why your dad was the only one to suffer. Itâs because he was greedy and he ran after money without working hard. But they chose patience and day by day they earned their position like this. Your dad has now learned the lesson. But are they same like before? They will still consider your dad to be that friend when they had nothing. Right?
âHey dadâŚI was going upstairs and we wonât be eating here⌠And who is he?â
âHey Kang, meet my son Lee Taeyong. And son this is my childhood friend I told you about, Mr. Kang.â Mr. Lee stood up from his chair from around the round table and came behind his son, patting his back he gestured him to bow.
His son rolled his eyes but still bowed to your dad in a bored expression. Your dad smiled but you didnât. Your curious eyes watching his movements.
Rude.
His eyes locked with yours and you were expecting his bored eyes but the corner of his lips curled up. The sharp facial features were reflecting the expensive light and texture of the hall. His smooth skin and piercing eyes with the sharp jaw was a perfect combination for the grand name: LEE TAEYONG.
âWho is she?â He pointed towards you.
You were surprised that he even asked about you. You were trying to be out of spotlight but still he noticed you. Nothing. Just because you were sitting beside the man to whom his father introduced him.
âShe is Mr. Kangâs daughter. Your new best friend.â
He chuckled and then laughed before glaring at you, âI donât even know her and she is not even my friend and you are already referring her as my best friend? No way you are being serious, dad.â
âDonât say like this. They are our guest. He is my bestfriend. Like the way you are friends with them, I hope you can be friends with her too.â
Like the way you are friends with them, you can be friends with her too.
Mr. Lee was serious and his son poked inside of the cheek with his tongue. He was annoyed but with whom.
Mr. Jung spoke up, âhey Taeyong, she is getting bored here among the dad talks so itâs better to take her upstairs with you all, I hope you all will get along well.â
Get along well with him? No way.
Mr. Kim nodded in agreement and Mr. Lee excitedly glanced at his son. His son was about to argue but his fatherâs stare made him shut.
Mr. Kim called you closer to Taeyong and with small steps, you stood beside him and gulped down the anger.
Did he despise you so much because you are not rich like him?
Taeyong extended his hand but as soon as you reached your hand to hold it, he smirked before pulling it to himself and said, âoh princess. Iâm not here to escort you. Remember your place. You are just here because of my dad and Iâm showing you the way to where we have to go.â
No one could hear him because others were already at the table and the music was atleast loud enough to make his low heavy voice inaudible to other people around him.
You just wanted to punch him but you curled your fingers into a fist by your side. He didnât wait to see your glares but already started walking towards the fancy stairs. You were hesitating and thinking to go back to the table. But you didnât want to give excuses to them and to have them a different impression of your dad.
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Reaching a green door, he didnât even knock but pushed open it. He looked back and gestured you with his head to enter the room. His tilted head and tongue licking the lips with the black hairs falling over his eyes was screaming at you, the most perfect man you have ever seen.
As soon as you stepped inside, the room had a strong smell of smoke and alcohol. You wanted to puke but just gulped the lump.
âWhat are you doing here?â
You got startled by the sudden voice and looked towards the side to see one man sitting on a sofa scrolling through the phone with a cigarette between his fingers. Everytime he was blowing in, the dimples were pointing out on his handsome face. Beside him, the one with wide eyes and a wine bottle in his hand staring at you. The one who questioned you.
âI have asked you something. No one is allowed here so get out.â
âI-iâm hereââ
âMeet our little friend. Miss Kang Y/n.â
Friend? Huh!
The one who was smoking also looked up from his phone and all the stares from three of them was overwhelming you.
You started picking your nails and your hands got swatted away by the one who was smoking, he glared at you and threw the cigarette away. He was so tall that he was towering over you. You were feeling intimidated under their gaze but still you were doing your best to stray strong.
âDonât do that. It can cause infections.â
You nodded, âitâs okay. Itâs justââ
âDonât think that Iâm caring for you. We donât want to get sick because of you.âhe harshly replied before scanning you up and down.
âOh come on. Be nice with her. Our dad told us to get along with her or this princess would complain about us to her dear daddy. Poor daddy. Can he buy a handkerchief to wipe off your tears?â Taeyong had a wide smirk across his face.
You had enough.
âWell itâs good that my dad is poor and not rich like yours. Maybe We live in poverty but atleast we have better manners and respect for others unlike you who are blinded by luxury. Actually you all canât even differ between love and money. Emotional feelings and materialistic satisfaction are two different things. But you canât see the real emotions because of material emotions. You all have an artificial soul built by the expenses and royalty.â
The one who was still drinking at the sofa laughed out loud. The smoker was staring down at you and Taeyong folding his hands beside you was now glaring at you.
âDo you have angel eyes to see all these? Donât think that if you were rich then you wouldnât have been like this. You canât even know the air we breath because you canât even be in our place ever. This No.1 company in this city was built by our dads, Iâm the son of Mr. Kim. Everybody knows me here, Kim Doyoung and everybody looks up to me.â
The named Doyoung glared at you in the end before chugging down some alcohol.
âIf you go downstairs and say my name Jung Jaehyun. Then you can see all the ladies will turn their heads to get a glimpse of me. Everyone try to marry off their daughter to me so that they can have my dad Mr. Jung as their business partner and their daughters would be happy to marry their dream guy.â
Jaehyun smirked in the end and leaned to the wall near him.
Finally Taeyong spoke up as if he was waiting for the chance, âNothing can be more valuable than money, princess. Status can change everything. The facade of innocence that you have will be ripped off the day you will sit on the throne. But fake princesses donât get the royalty. Only the gold ones get it.â
You scoffed and glared at each one of them.
âI would rather be a person with good morals, good reputation with others, instead of with rich material things which can be here today and gone tomorrow. Riches cannot buy you true love or true lasting happiness.â
âRiches can buy us everything, Y/n.â
Hearing your name from Taeyong shifted something inside you as if you were in a trance earlier. You licked your lips.
âIf those riches can buy me true love and happiness then Itâs better than gold.âyou stared at them.
âDo you think you are better than gold?â Jaehyun asked you.
âYes I am.â
You turned on your heels and bumped Taeyongâs side, you knew it would make him annoyed and it did.
Doyoung shouted, âwhere are you going?â
âYou only said earlier that no one is allowed here then I should assume that I am un-welcomed. And if you want to take revenge for this like whatever I have said and made you angry with pointing at your attitudes then show it on me. Donât do anything to my dad.â
Doyoung leaned back and smirked, âare you scared? Oh wait are you requesting something to me, to us? I really canât hear you.â
You cursed under your breath because that earlier the rush of adrenaline made you lose your temper but you didnât think of your dad at the time that it could harm your dadâs situation. They might can do any conspiracy to kick your dad out from the job.
âOh the angel is silent now. Who was being so strong a few moments earlier?â Jaehyunâs mocking voice earning laughs from the other two and your tears were threatening to fall.
The sweet names âAngelâ, âPrincessâ are so lovable to be greeted by but they were calling out to you in mockery. They were having fun because you were having happy life at their mercy.
Taeyong cleared his throat, âyour dad will be fine but you. The princess needs to face the consequences.â
Every good thing comes with a price.
COMING SOONâŚ
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Hey WIP,
Would it be feasible to allow pinning more than 1 post? Having a single big pinned post front and center is very useful, but sometimes i do wish i could separate different topics into different pinned posts instead of trying to fit everything into one.
An artist, for example, could have 3 separate pinned posts covering:
an introduction
links to their work/kofi/patreon/etc
and another that addresses some FAQs
As topics these flow well enough that they all work as a single well written post, but not all topics flow as smoothly or carry the same tone. I would also imagine a follow up request to being able to change the order of pinned posts.
What are your thoughts?
Answer: Hello, @cinna-bunnie!
A little plot twist for you. We actually built the infrastructure for pinned posts on Tumblr to allow as many pinned posts as you want. We have, however, limited it to just one for now.
This is mostly because pinned posts can take up a lot of space when viewing blogs, and this can be a little frustrating for people who have already seen the pinned posts and only want to get to the latest content. So we need to solve that problem before we expand it to more than one pinned post. We might return to this in the futureâand we will be sure to let you know if we get around to it.
Keep the questions coming, yâall!
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Longggg Sherlock & Co plot rant. You have been warned.
I know the creator of Sherlock & Co. found the idea of writing Moriarty into the series intimidating. Plus, not knowing how to do Sherlock's "death" over a podcast and such. But I had an idea.
I love the idea of Professor Moriarty being some sort of hacker/online troll and MORIARTY is the name of a dark web corporation that is trying to hack into the Sherlock & Co. Company to send Sherlock puzzles/cases. You lot know those shady anon hackers on the dark web in films and certain websites? Like that.
I think it would be cool if at first Moriarty leaves hate/weird comments on John's podcasting sites and Watson just thinks it is some hater and thinks nothing of it and deletes the comments. He just grumbles about the comments being a continous thing.
Suddenly the comments stop. Watson isn't complaining about it, he is relieved by that because they were really annoying him. (no matter how many times Sherlock & Mariana told him to ignore them.)
Later on, Watson gets these emails from an unknown email of some shady guy (Moriarty) taunting Sherlock (and the rest of the company) and sending them on goose chase cases (Like the BBC did in that one episode with the phone calls, in a way?)
When Moriarty becomes the main centre of the podcast episodes, instead of Sherlock dying, he gets kidnapped by Moriarty's network. Watson and Mariana embark on and have to solve their most important case yet "Where is Sherlock Holmes?" This would give us some cool dynamics and more screentime between Watson and Mariana.
Watson starts to panick because he thinks he isn't like Sherlock and Sherlock did tell him that he would never be able to figure out stuff the way he could. Mariana is there to support and be there for him. Watson and Mariana have to channel their inner Sherlock Holmes to solve the case.
Idk whether I like the idea of Sherlock expecting this to happen and leave behind clues in some way. I do know though, that I like the idea of the following cases being them trying to work on finding Sherlock.
When they do, Sherlock is banged up and Sherlock tells him "I trusted that you would find me, Watson. You really are a persistent fellow."
And Watson just runs up and hugs him and Mariana joins in and they are just mother henning him like crazy.
Watson tells Sherlock "Don't do that to me again. Don't disappear on me again, you hear?"
And Sherlock is like "It's not like I was expecting to kidnapped, John. Besides, your podcast wouldn't last without me."
Watson just huffs and tells him "No, no, it wouldn't. Just come here," and then goes to hug him again.
Mariana pulls away from them both in realisation and she tells them "Boys, I don't mean to break up our moment, but we still do have one problem."
They both look at her and Sherlock nods and says "Moriarty. He's still out there."
I want it to be implied that they came face to face while Sherlock was kidnapped.
"He? Sherlock, you saw him?" Watson replies.
"Indeed, Watson and I think I know where he'll be waiting next."
*cue Sherlock & Co. End of episode music.*
Anyways, then we get to the episode of the Reichenbach fall, they have their final facedown. Sherlock doesn't die, but Moriarty does fall.
Watson would 100% be grumbling about how he can't pick up any audio over the sound of the falls.
Sherlock and Moriarty would begin fighting and Watson would start describing the scene in a panicked tone.
Sherlock calls over "Not helping, Watson!"
After more sounds of fighting and nervous ramblings from Watson. Sherlock & Moriarty turn the corner of the falls into a blind spot.
All Watson hears and sees is a cry and someone fall and crash into the water.
Watson panicks and shouts "SHERLOCK!" then dashes up to where they were fighting. Sherlock is sitting down and catching his breath.
Sherlock would probably make a smartarse comment like "Ah, John. Glad you make it. Help me up will you?"
"You're not dead."
"Clearly, or else we wouldn't be speaking. Now, would you please help me up?"
"Right, yeah." Watson helps him up.
"So, you, erm, you killed him?"
"I did. His baritsu was lacking, so his demise was inevitable."
"You're a clever, bugger, mate. Now, lift home?"
"Yes, of course."
I think it would be funny if the episode ended like this. They get home and Mariana starts mother-henning them both and she is scolding them both in Spanish about being more careful, how much she cares for them both, etc. Then she hugs them both.
Later on, we cut to them sitting in their chairs and talking about, well, everything.
"It's good to have you home, you know? I- well, Mariana and I both missed you."
"Mm. It's good to be home, Watson. I prefer the smell of our flat to the vile odour of where I was."
"Do you want to talk about it? Because, I, erm, am always here if you need a good talk."
"Not at the moment, Watson, but I will keep that in mind."
Long pause.
"So, Moriarty's network.. is it?-"
"Gone? Mm. No, but it will be taken care of."
"How? They are bloody HUGE, Sherlock. Shouldn't we, I don't know, contact Lestrade? Actually, the whole bloody Scotland Yard?"
"They're useless here, Watson. I'll leave this to the government."
"The government? Sherlock, we both know what they are. The government is not reliable in the slightest."
"Mm. The government you are discussing, yes. They are indeed unreliable, but in this instance I am discussing a WHO not a what."
"Friends in high places?"
"No. Much much worse."
"Oh, erm, an enemy then?"
"Mycroft is not an enemy, but certainly not a friend."
"What the devil is a 'Mycroft'?"
"My brother."
There's a long silence in the audio
"YOUR WHAT!?"
*Cue end of episode music*
I think this concept would be a cool way to be introduced to Mycroft, Watson realising his capibilities since meeting Sherlock, more screentime with Mariana and John's friendship, a way to do the podcast without killing Sherlock and having the time gap between Sherlock's "death" and resurrection, etc.
If you made it to the end of my Sherlock & Co plot concept ramble, good for you. Lol. Anyway, I just thought this would be a cool concept. The rant kinda blended into a fic, but oh well.
Do you lot like this idea? I thought it would be neat.
If John (or even the creator of Sherlock & Co) sees this ever, I will spontaneously combust. đł
Enjoy my story/plot rant-
(Sorry for any typos, I am sick and half-asleep)
(I am so normal about them, I swear-)
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Thank you for your rant posts on DAV. Theyâve been cathartic to read as they echo so many of my own issues with the game and how it treats its own lore and insults its fanbase. I feel stupid for caring about the oppression of mages and elves given how they sanitized and wrote out these cornerstones of the Thedas setting and it sucks! Im glad Iâm not alone.
I had very little hope for this game given its mess of a dev cycle and how the company has bled talent, I thought it would be a very messy narrative as a result. And it is! But itâs worse, because itâs not just messy, it commits the greatest cardinal sin of writing: itâs boring.
I think you nailed it. I'm at the same point as you, especially as someone who's huge into DA lore and the intrauniverse sociopolitics, as well as the expected (foolishly) aspect of your deeds mattering, either positively or negatively.
I have a whole ass Inquisitor who can now stop feeling bad in his steppe-sky burial about his indecisiveness during his tenure as an Inquisitor: BECAUSE NONE OF IT MATTERED ANYWAY. 'Oh, you delayed some suffering for like, what, 7 years? 7 years is nothing when you're doomed anyway. I can already hear the argument "but what you do even in short term matters, too."
Yes, in real life. But I don't do RPGs for real life. I play RPGs to be able to fantasise about doing a bit more than I can do in real life.
On top of it just about everybody being so blasĂŠ about what's going on. This is the worst blight ever, two actual gods are loose, but here we are at the dinner table, arguing about Taash' mom being a strict, traditional jerkass and Bellara joining the list of people who hate themselves for having ADHD, and holding her hand through it. Boring.
Veilguard commits another sin: everybody blames themselves for everything, but it either gets fixed for them, or they're feeling sorry and do the thing they feel so sorry about anyway.
My kingdom for a character who can go 'it is what it is, I'm not perfect, but I'm not sorry for existing and having an impact on this world, especially if the impact is caused by something I couldn't really control; all that matters is what we do next.' Which would open up the world at wide: tackling things that make your personal issues microbial in comparison. These people don't have the luxury of crying into their chicken soup. Not to say these things can't be addressed, but in Dragon Age, characters are supposed to support the overarching plot and the worldbuilding. Instead, the world puts itself on hold until you've solved Lucanis' granny issues or whatever.
If you've ever watched campaign 3 of Critical Role, that series has the same issue. The cast is made up of people who by and large have no real connection to the world or the overarching plot, and a large part of the viewerbase has come down onto the same idea: if the characters don't really care and only keep reacting, and reacting with quippiness and laughs and occasional 'oh no, that's bad, right? Anyway,'... why should we care?
Why should I care? Because everything I cared about as a player has been deleted, and the cast of Veilguard is mostly just dicking around until the plot reminds them that hey: we have the worst apocalypse going on since Solas deleted Elvhenan. Can we like... react more to it? We can do the therapy sessions later when people have stopped dying.
Disclaimer: I fully acknowledge that I'm going off on a tangent and I'm most likely projecting and reading into it too much/not reading into it enough. But that's the problem. Most players will play it once. You can't rely on subsequent playthroughs to make someone care.
Worst part is, companions aren't even boring. They're just miscast for this particular plot, exacerbated by what BW did to all the established lore. The tonality of the game itself and its place in DA canon is just wack.
I'm likely being incredibly unfair, but there's something to investigate here, because if you've failed to bring players into the lore and invest themselves in such numbers, it isn't just Mari here talking shit, it's a wider problem. Lest we forget, your fiction, your work stops being 'only yours' the moment you publish it and allow people play with your toys. The author is king, but the author is only the king of their own version of their story. The moment it's read and played by many, it's not just your story anymore, it's everybody's, who's engaging with it.
God dammit my English literature and language degree is catching up with me, I've turned into That Guy. Uck.
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mr. nice guy â´ď¸ ms47
genre: 18+, pwp (very little plot), very very filthy, fem!reader
word count: 4.3k (of smut. youâve been warned)
Mick Schumacher is the paddockâs golden boy. He likes upholding this reputation, but thereâs something nagging at him lately that makes it... difficult.
nsfw warnings under the cut!
18+ because⌠penetrative sex, anal sex; like descriptive anal, dirty talk (praise central!!), crying, breeding, rough sex, size kink, some squirting?, requires suspension of belief regarding the inner workings of anal lol
hope you like it everyone! :) i finished it early so revising can kiss my butt ahhaaha.
Mick has a secret.
Itâs more of a problem than a secret (to him at least), and it concerns you. But itâs not that he feels the spark is gone, and itâs definitely not that he feels like breaking things off with you. Between you both, everythingâs been good and steady despite how demanding his career is. Sometimes, if time permits, youâll go out to dinner during a race weekend, or even spend more than a few days with each other.
Point isâheâs more than happy with your relationship. Even the sex is good, and like everything else, you two are just compatible in that department. Up until last month, actually, Mick had been okay. And then Lando just had to open his loud mouth during a game of poker in Charlesâ hotel room, during a conversation about a girl heâd slept with the night before.
âI didnât know girls were into that,â George had said, curious. Nobody was really paying attention to the poker anymore, everyone turned toward Lando. Heâd smiled, a smug, cheeky little git.
âOh, some are. But if you want to try, chances are youâll be the one asking.â
âReally?â Mick had interjected. Heâd been quiet for the duration of the discussion, so it comes as a bit of a surprise. George and Lando had shared a smirk, a look. Then Landoâd said passively: âYeah, Mick. Didnât pin you as a guy whoâd be into that, though.â
âHmm,â Mick mused. He didnât pin himself as that kind of guy either. Sex with you isnât necessarily vanillaâit can get roughâbut for some reason, Mick just isnât that guy. But with Lando, being into that had made sense. His sexcapades always have a thrill to them, an edge.Â
âYeah,â Charles had quipped, smirking now, too. âBecause⌠well, youâre a nice guy, Mick.â
He is a nice guy. A sweet guy. Fans call him cute all the time. So he figures this new pressing dilemma wonât press. Except it does pressâthoughts of being able to play with you, possess you that way irk him well into the night.
So, now, Mickâs faced with the resulting problem-and/or-secret, and it wonât be solved unless he tells you. Because, really: how does any sane guy respectfully tell his girlfriend he wants to fuck her ass?
Heâll try. Anyway, he figures the timing is perfect: youâve taken time off work to come and visit him for a week at the Las Vegas launch. As soon as youâd arrived at his room, he had you on his bed being fucked within an inch of your lifeâan instance that repeated itself many times over the course of the last few days.
Mick tries to trace the reasons why he feels a bit shy about telling you. Maybe because everyone thinks heâs a sweet guy, and sweet guys arenât into things like these. Even if you know he gets a little less sweet in bed, he thinks this is still uncharted territory for the both of you.
âBabe?â He calls, snapping out of his reverie.
âStill changing,â you yell, muffled by the door to the bathroom.
He gets up, stretches, and knocks twice anyway; the sight of you unclothed isnât novel to him. You open it and stare up. âYeah?â
âI need to get my AirPods, I think I left them on the vanity.â
âOh, fuck. Sure. Come in.â You let the door open all the way and he enters, pressing a kiss to your hair as he searches for his earphones. Youâre half-dressed, in a tiny tee and lace panties, hair disheveled and thrown over one shoulder. You bend over to rifle through your luggage and he gulps. Heâs a sweet guy.Â
You huff, yanking a pair of jeans out of your suitcase. âI have no good clothes anymore.â
âNonsense. Everything looks great on you,â your boyfriend replies, taking his AirPods from where they rest on the dresser.
You smile and scoff playfully, placing the jeans back inside before pulling out a dress. âThe Mick Schumacher complimenting me? God, whatâd I ever do to deserve this?â You turn to the large mirror, holding the dress in front of your body to envision how it might look. From this angle, your back is to him, ergo, he can see your pert ass clearly, flexing with every pose you make for the dress. He blinks hard.
You even lift your hair into a makeshift bun to try and see how the dress looks, but still you seem frustrated. âIt looks great, babe,â he cuts in. âI promise.â
âDoes it?â You turn back around to show him the dress, pouting. âI dunno. Somethingâs a bit off. Or maybe the shirtâs just ruining the look.â You toss him the dress, which lands on his faceâitâs satin and smells like you. When it slides off his face and into his grip, youâre already halfway through tugging your shirt off.
Underneath youâre wearing a bra that matches the underwearâpretty, white laceâand Mick feels his heart thrum heavily. Heâs a sweet guy, though. So he tosses you your dress when you reach out for it and watches you pull it on for real this time. âHuh,â you muse. âYou were right.â
âOf course I was,â he says with a laugh, coming up behind you. His height advantage lets his chin rest comfortably on your head. âYou look very pretty.â
âMmm?â You ask with a light giggle, leaning backwards. âDanke, Mickie. What time do you need to be on the paddock?â
âIn two hours. Minimum,â he says, his big hand resting on your waist. He lets it slide downward, until heâs at the top of your thigh, where the dress sits. He pinches the hem, traces it until heâs touching the back of your dress. âDonât worry. No rush.â
âNo rushâŚâ You repeat, nodding, letting him feel you up, encouraging it.Â
You shudder, feeling his hand venture underneath your dress, in the process raking it up. Everything happens in the mirror, like youâre watching it in real-timeâMickâs teasing, his slight smile, the way his eyes have totally darkened.
Already growing wet, you reach your hand behind you and it wraps around Mickâs bicep for leverage. Itâs solid, defined under your grip, and it makes you even more aroused.
His hand rakes your dress up to your waist, so he gets a clear view of your panties. You meet his gaze, lidded and impossibly aroused, in the mirror. âThis the pair I bought you?â You bite a smile back and nod. You remember the day he gifted this particular set to you; itâd come to your apartment in a pink box. Youâd written him a thank you text and a This is so unnecessarily pricey Mickie, to which heâd replied with Nonsense, send me a picture. âI like it,â you say hoarsely.
âAh, believe me, so do I,â he groans, his head coming down to press against your neck. âMore than like. I love how good you look. All for me, yeah? Youâre my pretty girl.â
You shiver at the show of possession, and your grip tightens as you nod. Youâve grown quiet, an air of anticipation surrounding you both. âYou like that,â he says, and itâs more of a statement than a question. âYou like being my pretty girl, huh? All dolled up and so, so good for me.â
âFor you,â you confirm. âYes.â
âCan you trust me?â He asks. And then, to push you further, âWill you be good for me?â His fingers travel to your front, press against the seat of your thong. His touch is strong and persistent, and he stuffs the fabric a bit into your cunt, just to watch you squirm; just to feel how wet you are. Not to make you wait, no. Not to edge you either. Because, he reminds himself before the strands of his sanity leave, because heâs a sweet guy.
âAlways,â you say, shuddering. Already youâre showing signs of wanting to cum.
âCome on, letâs go to the bed, baby.â You nod and follow silently, letting him lift you up and lay you down. You giggle, watching him stare down at you before reaching out for him, craving a kiss.
Like always, Mick gives you what you want, dipping down to press your mouths together.
It turns hot and messy quick, your arms coming up to wrap around his broad shoulders, trying to pull him closer, feel him against you, his hands all over you. He grunts, stumbling a little, and parts from you, much to your chagrin.
You sit up, shifting yourself onto your knees so youâre more-or-less levelâexcept heâs standing up and youâre on the edge of the bed. Your hair covers your eyes a little when you lean closer, pouting.
âCome on, fuck me, Mick.â
âYeah?â He asks. When heâs horny, and when youâre coaxing him like this, like a vixen, like something he just canât deny, his words get sharper, actions harsher. Youâd look at your bruises in the mirrorâangry thumb prints, hickeys where your tops and dresses wonât give it away (heâs a gentleman in that regard), bruised knees from bad race nights when he needs to fuck your throat raw and rid himself of frustrationsâand smile. âYou want me to stretch this little pussy out?â
He pushes you backwards again, and you flip yourself over, wiggling your ass at him. âPlease?â
Christ, itâs like you know his pressing secret, like you want him to let it out, and stuff you full, and make you dumb.
He blinks. Heâll be sweet about this. As sweet as he can get, anyway. He sheds his shirt and gets behind you, holds you still when he tugs your thong to the side. His palms are big and rough against your skin, a bruising grip left on your hips, but still you can feel how gentle he is with you underneath it all.
You hear him pull his cock out, the elastic of his sweats stretching. He slides his cock in between your cheeks, and even through there you can feel how heavy, how big it is against you. You whimper at the feeling of it. âCome on, Mick,â you try again, voice airy from impatience. âIâll take it.â
He lets his cock glide messily over your pussy, lubing himself up from the slick gushing out of you. You get wet so easily, he thinks. One touch, one word, and youâre like putty around him, needy and clingy and oh so aroused. Youâre so wet, he mumbles, stupefied. You clench around nothing, grow even wetter.Â
He pushes inside then, impatient as you are.
A series of fucks erupt from his mouth, finally sinking into your entrance. Itâs just the tip, but still youâre tight around him, your legs shuffling to accommodate the stretch. âIâve got you,â he says. His visionâs cloudy. He keeps thinkingâif youâre this tight now, this good, this pliant, what more if you let him fuck you there?
Youâre dizzy with pleasureâevery fuck with Mick is as dizzying as the last. You urge him to stuff you further, your whimpers lost in your head, but you can hear them faintly. Please, Mick. Yes, deeper, fuck, more. And, as if to encourage you, he goes, yeah? Like it like this, baby?
He knows you do. Heâs sweet that way, always giving and giving. But you know somethingâs differentâyou feel it, even as you gasp from the feeling of his dick fucking you open. He wants something different. Something more.
Youâre so tight, so sensitive, throbbing hotly around his dick. He fucks you hard and dirty, keeping a hand on your back, making sure youâre always in an arch, perfect and poised just for him. Your eyes flutter. Mick, you say, but itâs lost in your own moans. Iâm so closeâI mightâfuckâ
He grunts, feels you tighten around him. He fucks you harder, splits you open. You let him. âGo on,â he says, and the authority of his voice brings you both back to a state of semi-lucidity. âGo, make a mess of yourself on my dick.â
He utters the instructions with an edge to his voice. Itâs husky and a bit lazy, but still you follow, letting the coil in your stomach unknot itself. Your jaw hangs open, eyes rolling backwards, letting your moans leave you noisily and breathily. More, Mickie. I want all of it. I want more. Youâre so wet, youâre practically squirting slick all over him.
Youâre cumming hard and slow, dragging out your orgasm by fucking back against him. Each thrust is punctuated with a squelch of your cunt around him. You dig your nails into the cotton duvet, feeling slick run down your thighs. His words spur you on, and his pace doesnât let up, instead going harder, deeper. You cum so fast for me, princess. Gonna go again?Â
His shaft is almost dripping with how much youâve released on it, a wet noise sounding every time he moves. Come on, he coaxes gently. Give me another. Youâll give me another, hmm?
Yes, Mickie, you moan. Itâs loud and unashamed. Yes, fuck.
Still sensitive, clenching and squeezing, you let the stimulation take you over, drown you until youâre barely breathing, let alone speaking coherently. Already the coil twists again, and you anticipate the pending orgasm, the high, the release. You let Mick fuck it out of you. You let him give.
You cum again, building up and up and then crashing messily around him, whimpers leaving your mouth and shudders racking your body.
It hurts, almost, with how intense it is; it comes in the midst of heavy, rough thrusts pressing against the deepest parts of you. Youâre almost wailing with how good it hurts, your arms giving and letting you collapse on the sheets. You convluse weakly, feeling him pull out, a gasp leaving your mouth.
In response, Mick presses a reassuring hand to the small of your back. You breathe deep, tension leaving your body, walls still fluttering. Youâre so good for me, princess. You take whatever I give you. My good girl. It comes in waves, the praise.
He wrangles you atop him, so youâre semi-straddling him. Somehow, lying on his hard, sweaty chest, with your legs on either side of him, both of you barely clothedâyou still in the set, Mick in his boxers onlyâfeels so much more comfortable than the bed. âHow are you, baby?â
You nod.
âSo good. You take me so well every time.â
âYou didnât cum, Mickie,â you pout into his chest. You grind lazily against him, smiling when you feel his dick swell against your still-dripping cunt. He grunts. Youâre insatiable, he says. Absolutely crazy.
âI want it,â you say quietly, into his ear, hot. âGive it to me again. Again.â
Itâs like time slows, when your lips bite into his earlobe, your fingers lithe and dextrous between your bodies, tracing over the solid indents of his abs. His own arm sneaks over your waist, wraps around it, lets it rest over the sticky skin, and thinks. Maybe this is when he can solve his problem, let the secret spill out of him.
He grits his teeth, brought back to reality when your grip moves south to palm at his dick. âPrincess,â he says, breathing unsteady. âYou trust me, right?â
The air shifts. You stare down at him with big eyes, glassy from your previous stimulation. And you nod. âYeah, of course.â
âOkay.â He says. âGood.â He brings his other hand up to his mouth, covering two fingers with spit, and then, like a dam has broken: âMâgonna play with your ass, princess.â
Your eyes widen, but he starts nodding, smiling that sweet smile of his. So this is what he wanted. You inhale shakily, your hand leaving his dick to find purchase on his abdomen again. He heaves the both of you into a sitting position, so you can both breathe easier, but also so his access to your ass is easier, better.
He covers his digits with spit again. âItâll feel good.â He reaches behind you and your hands are iron on his shoulders, your body rigid with anticipation, but also excitement.
He spreads you open, sinks his hands into the flesh there. âTrust me. Be a good girl.â He smears spit over the rim of your ass, thinks fuck, finally. âRelax for me.âÂ
Ah, you whimper. Ah. He feels you take his cock in your grip, jerking it twice, slurring a whimper into his ear: Fuck me, please. And because he knows you need a distraction from the stretch, he gives you the familiar kind, his dick tight and hard in your cunt.Â
He thrusts upward to hit your sweet spot so youâre distracted when heâs rubbing tight circles, coaxing relaxation out of your ass. He feels your tension roll away. Heâs got you like putty again. Youâre caught up in the feeling, of bouncing on him; his hand momentarily leaves your ass to unclasp your bra and palm over your tits like a man starved.
Absently he thinks, is this what a nice guy does? Fucks his girlfriendâs pussy raw so he can claim her ass next? He squeezes his eyes shut, lets the thoughts filter out.
A strangled moan leaves you when he breaches your little hole. Just a bit more, he thinks, letting his finger back out, rubbing again, dipping lower to collect slick from your gushing cunt. He can tell youâre going to like this. âOkay?â You nod desperately, bouncing faster. Your slick is everywhere.
One hand leaves your tits to rub at your clit; the other stays rubbing circles over your rim, occasionally breaching. You nod. More, Mickie. Needy again. His fingers are wet and insistent against your clit and your ass, and the sensations flood you, knocking you into a state of euphoria. He stretches your ass open around one of his fingers, rubbing faster as he goes, feeling you get wetter.
âMmmmf mâgod,â you murmur, dazed. âMick, IâI want more, fuck.â You cant yourself backwards to catch him.
He thrusts it, experimentally, collects more slick to make the glide easier. I know, he coos. I know, princess. Why donât you give me one more? And you nod, because itâs easy, like thisâwhen his dick is hard and deep in you. You bounce, each moan louder than the last, until finally your thighs are trembling and youâre releasing everywhere.Â
Itâs a lotâa lot of slick, a lot of pleasure. You canât tear yourself away from his cock, or his hand insistently pressing into you from behind. You whimper, sensitive, eyes vacant with overstimulated pleasure. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, and you moan into it.
âJust fill me up,â you beg. âI can take it.â He uses your release to shove another finger in, relaxing you further, drawing moans out of you that interrupt your flow of thought. It feels so new. It feels so good.Â
âPatience, princess,â he says. âIâm being nice this way.â He wants to split you open now, to be rough with it, to hear you whimper, to stuff you full of his cock and then his cum. But heâs patient. Heâs sweet. He can wait.
He pulls out, rubbing the tip of his dick along the wetness of slick there. Your fingers dig into his broad shoulders, anticipating the breach. It comes, a dull burn thatâs muted and slow, slow, slow. Mick grunts. âCanââ he tries, but the feeling is getting to him, the innate desire to fuck you stupid, to take advantage of how tight you feel. âCan you relax for me a little? Loosen up for me, princess.â
Okay, you murmur. I will. And you do, nodding as you allow yourself to relax. You canât fathom the stretch. Mickâs already bigâbig shoulders, big arms, and feeling him so deep in you is addicting to a fault.Â
He slips in further, eliciting a moan from both of you. Expletives leave his mouth in rapid German, and he tries to wedge a sorry in there for the languageâbut he canât, just keeps grunting as he wrestles himself deeper inside you.
Relax, he grits. Almost there, so good, baby. You lean into him, nodding, letting him coax you through it, through the stretch, the pleasure. He wishes he could see how well you take him, but he knows that after this, itâs going to happen a lot. Heâll get his chance then, to bend you over, or to flatten your legs against your chest, make you take it better.
Give it to me, Mickie, you whimper. Your holeâs so tight around him, pussy wet and dripping everywhere; he doubts heâll last long with how you squeeze him. Your tiny hole, so little just earlier, is stretching so well just to take him.
He grunts. Heâs so deep in you. Heâs positive you can feel him in your stomach. When he finally bottoms out, after a few moments of prolonged silence (save for the intermittent moans), you both exhale. âYouâre,â you say, breathless. âYouâre so deep inside me.â
âYeah?â He asks.
âLove this dick,â you hum mindlessly, smiling, starting to grind on it. And fuck, whyâd he ever keep this secret for so long?
Once youâve started moving, he takes it as a greenlight to go faster, progressively speeding up his thrusts until theyâre sloppy, loud with the noise of your slick and his precum. His hands are big on your waist, controlling how you move and how you stay still. âFuck, baby,â he says, desperate. âYouâre so perfect.â
For you, Mickie, you moan.Â
He doesnât realize how brash his actions are until he has to readjust his grip and sees indents of his thumbs on your hip, ones that will no doubt leave dark bruises. But he ignores them, and ignores the throb of arousal that ignites through him seeing you so wrecked and debauched like this, and thrusts harder. âShit,â he grits. âShit, shit, shit.â
You encourage him, bouncing back to meet his thrusts, embracing the burn of it. Youâre certain youâve cum twice already with how spent you feel, but the pleasure comes in waves every time he thrusts, sending you into a new kind of dizzy. You can feel just how split open you are, because your boyfriend is thick, and you can sense how wide open you are just from how well his dick fits. He sizzles into a space of just talking, talking, talking, to somehow redirect the stimulationâit falls into praise, questions, mumbled pet names.
Gonna fuck your little ass so full, he grunts. Full of my cock, my cum.
You cry out. Yes, you respond. MickieâI want it.
I know you want it, he says. He mumbles something nondescript in German, voice heavy and rough. Then: Wanna take this dick, hmm?
He pulls out to the tip, then sinks back inside fast. Itâs like whiplash, like the stretch has been played back at twice the speed. You moan loud, open-mouthed and desperate, nodding. Your mind is cloudy, cock-drunk, the way you always get when Mickâs been fucking you this long.
Gonna, he says, guttural. Gonna fuck this little hole. Stretch it out.
Then heâs fucking you fast and dirty, wetter and wetter, and youâre cumming again, watching yourself gush slick all over his lower abdomen and his dick, making the glide faster, easier.
You whimper all through it, prolonging your own release so you never have to let go of this euphoria. You hear him like heâs six feet below youâgood girl, good girl, good fucking girl, yeah. Give me another.
Anotherâit seems impossible. But still you say, âYeah, Iâll give you another,â your voice sticky with thirst. He fucks another one out of you, his pace rapid fast, dick pressing perfectly into your ass. Itâs messy, your cum is everywhere, but you wedge another gush of slick out, and thatâs what does it.
This time itâs you asking: cum in me, Mick. Make me full, please.
Mick looks down, watches you take him, your release everywhere, and grits his teeth. He presses his forehead to your bare shoulder, grunting, then filling you up. You moan at the feeling, already anticipating how good itâll feel when he pulls out, lets it gush out of you in spurts.Â
You both breathe heavily. Then: âSo, anal, huh?â
And then youâre laughing, albeit tiredly, Mick lifting you up to run you both a bath where you make him cum one more time.
Later that night, when youâre asleep (a day of racing and anal sex is not for the weak, youâd said before skipping on Haas-sponsored dinner), he retreats to Landoâs room to play poker.
âWhereâs your girl?â The Brit asks, a cheeky smile on his face. âShe passed out?â
âWoah, locker room talk much,â Alex says defensively from the couch. âKeep it down, you nymphos.â
âJust trying to gauge if Mick here tired his girlfriend out.â
Mick reviews his cards and offers a smile. âI would never.â
âYeah, Mickâs vanilla,â George jokes. âLando, stop bringing your porn addiction into our poker games.â
âVanilla?!â Alex says, interest reignited.
âHave you seen the guy?â Lando points blank at Mick, who stares back with an amused smile. âThe press calls him F1âs golden boy. The cutest little puppy on the paddock. He just isnât into tiring sex.â
âLet aloneââGeorge stifles a laughââwhat youâre into, Lando.â
Mick hums, shrugging. âWhat can I say? Iâm a sweet guy.â
#f1#mick schumacher#mick schumacher smut#mick schumacher imagines#mick schumacher fluff#mick schumacher x reader#f1 x reader#mick schumacher drabble#mick schumacher blurb
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I was listening to S2Q&A and I went over the character limit on Spotify so I'm just gonna drop my comment here instead:
I think all y'all do incredible work, but I'm especially a fan of the sound design! It's one of my favorite things about audio dramas that makes them distinct from audio books. The environmental storytelling that comes through is so satisfying and easy to understand without sounding manufactured.
I might be a minority, but I actually love the muddiness and chaos of your action/battle scenes. You're clearly mastering a fine line between listenability and honoring the disarray of the scene. I enjoy the brief pockets where I don't understand what's happening beat-for-beat because it feels like I'm caught in the fray of it, and not being able to 'keep the score' until it's over ramps up the tension deliciously.
Everyone does fabulous work on this, but I just wanted to gas up your sound design. It's like costuming or lighting- you're doing your job well when those things support the story, and it means people don't notice that effort at times because it's so seamless. One 'tech' to another: very well done!!!
Thank you so much, that's really kind and means a lot! Other than in the Q&As, I haven't really talked that much about picking up sound design duties over the course of the series, but it really has been a meaningful and exciting learning experience for me, not least as a writer getting to hone his writing via audio editing.
Since you mentioned it and I can't pass up the opportunity for a rant - listenability and what that actually should mean in practice is a topic I think about a lot.
I think it's important for audiodrama designers not to get haughty or defensive when listeners struggle to comprehend a particular sequence (I have designed scenes poorly where the dialogue clearly didn't rise over the background noise sufficiently, I've designed scenes poorly where the action was clearly too chaotic or lacked sufficient cues to help the audience through it).
But equally - between wildly different auditory processing capabilities and the wildly different listening environments and listening habits at play, I don't believe there's any perfect state of comprehensibility available in this medium, and sometimes I think our hunt for it can lead us astray.
Over the years, I've heard from listeners who honestly can't tell the voices of actors with globe-spanning accents apart, I've heard from listeners who can't pick up on environmental SFX cues indicating a change of location and need something more explicit in the dialogue whenever there's a scene shift, I've heard from listeners who can only listen through one earbud in the workplace and therefore don't want binaural sound, listeners who struggle to hear any action sequence whatsoever as more than incoherent noise, and listeners who can only enjoy audiodramas solely as a second-screen activity and who can't keep up with a fast-moving or complicated plot without regular recaps.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with any of that, and those listeners aren't wrong to respond in this way - everyone has their own processing threshold, and everyone has their own needs and preferences as an audience member.
But I also don't believe I'd personally want to create a full-cast show under the limitations that would arise from my attempting to strictly solve all of those problems at once (as opposed to being flexible and considerate about them during the design process).
There has to be room for calculated ambition and big swings in the medium, and there has to be room to trust the audience to keep up with you during the ambitious moments, albeit with one eye firmly on accessibility - otherwise audiodrama is likely to remain dominated by 'one actor with a nice soothing voice telling stories' or 'one small group of characters having lots of conversations about their ongoing efforts to resolve a single plot thread'. Which is often fantastic, but there's plenty of it already!
When it comes to action scenes in particular, I've been trying to operate under the consistent philosophy of 'before, DURING, after', with equal weight and design attention given to each third.
In other words, if we do enough careful and quiet work to establish the environment and props and rising tension ahead of a big noisy chaotic sequence, and if we do the careful and quiet work afterwards to clearly show where the characters have ended up and what condition they're in, my belief is that it's 100% acceptable if the audience can't immediately track the movement of Character A's fist hitting Character B and Character B falling against a table in three seconds flat.
Like good action editing in cinema, an engaged audience member will follow the motion and comprehend the outcome cleanly, even if they don't take in all the details. That, to me, is a vastly better result for the work than having to include a 'oh, no, he stabbed you with that knife!!' line of dialogue.
Anyway, you just wanted to gas me up which was very kind and instead I wrote out this big long blather. So apologies, and thank you so much again!
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âMy Temptationâ
Choi Soobin (Soobin) x Male Reader
SMUT! DNI if under 18
Hyung kink, musk kink, size kink, muscle kink
Plot: Choi Soobin, the most kindest and sweetest person Y/N couldnât even have dreamt of, walked right into both his heart and his life one fine afternoon. Attraction and love blossom, creating a masterpiece of an evening.
Y/N had always remembered being lonely and feeling neglected for a number of years. His father had always been working to allow a good lifestyle for his son, while his mother, due to not wanting to raise a child, had left him before he could remember.
Y/N, growing up as a child with a father too exhausted to play with him, now was in college, but still living at home. He couldnât move out because he had nobody but his father, and he also felt lonely due to not being able to make any friends in college. Accustomed to the loneliness, he just didnât know how to make friends quickly and often stayed away from too much socialization.
While studying in the library one afternoon, Y/Nâs eyes were caught by a very handsome stranger. He had never seen him before, but his eyes looked full of purity and cleanliness. His lips, although plump, seemed like they had been painted by the worlds most talented artists. With perfect corners and transition from thick tissue to thin, Y/N realized he had never even seen a girl with such beautiful lips.
His nose, also beautiful and uniquely shaped, attracted him even more, while the smile of the man, who seemed to have solved a particularly difficult problem on his iPad, absolutely stole Y/Nâs heart.
Y/N fiercely wanted to bring himself to talk to the boy whose radiating beauty was unmatched, but this was not necessary.
The handsome stranger, having adept peripheral vision, had noticed Y/N looking at him for quite some time. Feeling alone at college himself and looking for friends, he got up and walked to Y/Nâs table.
âHey, can I sit here. You seem a bit lonely?â Soobin questioned, hopefully.
âUm-Uh- Please do. Iâm Y/N by the way, I live close by and Iâm a sociology major,â the former blurted out. His eyes looked nervous, still processing Soobinâs height and how it added to his already impressive qualities.
Aware of Y/Nâs clear attraction to him, Soobin swiftly replied, âYeah, Iâd like to sit next to you too. My nameâs Soobin, and Iâm a second year music major. Youâre handsome, by the wayâ.
Y/Nâs face immediately turned red and he turned away, embarrassed by Soobinâs words but attracted to him even more. Y/N was absolutely flustered that Soobin thought he was handsome, and Y/N felt a strange desire to become very close with him.
Y/N was barely able to study, more focused on the attractive man in front of him, and Soobin caught him staring more than once, winking at him each time. This made Y/N blush even harder, knowing that Soobin knew Y/N was clearly attracted.
Aside from his face, Soobinâs toned arms seemed so perfect to Y/N, they were slender enough to compliment his height, while also clearly looking strong with a decent amount of visible veins. Y/Nâs mind wandered as he thought about how Soobin slapping his ass while having sex would hurt because of his strength, but in a good way. He quickly looked up at the man, and Soobin knew Y/N had been fantasizing about him from how long heâd been staring at him.
Soobin wanted to tease Y/N even more, and to do this, he pretended he needed to stretch, leaning back to grab Y/Nâs attention before stretching intentionally too far, revealing his abs.
The perfection of the shape of the lower two abs made drool literally come out of Y/Nâs mouth, and he wanted to see more.
His ego satisfied by Y/Nâs undeniable fascination, Soobin decided not to tease Y/N any further about his drooling.
Y/N said goodbye to Soobin a half-hour later with a heavy heart, as he had to arrive home early for an important matter that his father had asked him to come home early for.
âItâs funny that I have to leave right now, too. Can I get your number?â Soobin questioned Y/N.
Y/N, extremely excited that the older was interested in him, gave him his number and immediately checked all of his social media on the way home to make sure that Soobin wasnât straight and just playing with him.
To Y/Nâs luck, Soobin definitely appeared like he was genuinely interested in him, and he walked home briskly with a smile. He opened the door to see something he never would have imagined.
âGlad you arrived home safe, Y/N,â his father greeted, âThe woman sitting on the right in front of me, Ahn Young, and I have been seeing each other for some time now, and we are going to get married next month. The young man on the left is Soobin, her son. Heâs a year older than you and attends the same college. I know this is a lot for you to take in, but please take time to get to know Soobin and Ahn Young well, theyâre great peopleâ.
Y/N was more shocked to see Soobin at his home, who was his soon-to-be stepbrother, than he was to the news that his father was getting married.
Struggling for words, Y/N replied, âIâm so happy that youâve found someone to make you feel whole again, dad. Ahn Young must really be a great woman if youâve chosen her, and I openly welcome her and Soobin into our family. Iâll do my best to get to know both of themâ.
Y/Nâs father was extremely relieved, after fearing what Y/Nâs reaction would be. Soobin stared at Y/N with a sexy smirk that only Y/N understood. They all ate dinner together, and Y/N, in a fashion to talk with Soobin about the recent developments, invited him to stay over for the night, a gesture that made all parties happy.
âSo, um, I guess youâre my stepbrother now, Soobin,â Y/N said with mixed emotions. After a long time, Y/N found someone he really connected with and was feeling attracted to, but he was Y/Nâs own stepbrother.
Soobin, wanting to show Y/N that the recent news was nothing to be saddened about, lifted his chin up, forcing Y/N to look into his eyes, whispering, âThis is nothing more than a chance for us to get closer. We really should get to know each other better, donât you thinkâ. He said this all while biting his lip, making Y/N fall even more for him.
Y/N and Soobin slept peacefully that night, and before long, they started spending all their time together. Y/N lovingly began to call Soobin hyung, and they studied together, while also preparing for their parentsâ wedding, which came sooner than expected.
The day of the wedding, Soobin and Y/N also became real stepbrothers, which meant they could finally do what stepbrothers do. They were both so happy to be in each otherâs company, and soon, the family moved into a new home.
Unfortunately, due to wedding and honeymoon costs, the new house was a little bit on the smaller side, so Soobin and Y/N had to share not only their room, but what was Y/Nâs old bed.
Y/N was very nervous about following boundaries between step-siblings, especially with Soobin being so attractive and purposely teasing Y/N too much.
While their parents went on their honeymoon, Soobin took the teasing up a notch. He began to purposely walk around the house shirtless, and enjoyed seeing the lustful expressions on Y/Nâs face. Y/N kept trying to hide his attraction and maintain a sibling-like relationship, but Soobin wasnât having it. Heâd often sit a little too close to Y/N, purposely wearing short underwear around the house to show off his muscular thighs. Y/N wanted nothing more than to sit on Soobinâs thighs and ride his dick, but he managed to control himself once again.
Soobin intentionally began lifting weights in the middle of the living room to show off his strength to Y/N, and Y/N couldnât get over how sexy Soobin looked with his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat that smelt a little like Soobin, a little bit of peach from his perfume, and a whole lot of manly musky testosterone that had Y/Nâs lower body losing control.
He had to run into the bathroom more than once while seeing Soobin exercise, primarily to hide his very clear hard-on that Soobin knew he was the cause of. He intentionally gave Y/N a hug right after he was all done, and Y/N could feel all of ridges of Soobinâs abs that made him want to lick them all over. The pressure from his amazingly built pectoral muscles made Y/N go absolutely crazy, wanting him to feel Soobinâs body above him. But more than anything, the smell of Soobinâs sweetness mixed with musk made Y/N very visibly look like he was in a trance, as he could not help but sniff Soobinâs neck all over.
Soobin, extremely excited, could not wait for them to sleep in the same bed and to finally make Y/N his. As far as he had gotten from talking to Y/N, Y/N was a virgin and never had anyone even touch him, which only made excited Soobin. Soobin slowly pulled away from Y/N, but Y/N quickly pulled him back, touching his hands all over Soobinâs sweaty back and kissing him.
Y/N was so desperate for Soobin, he didnât even realize that he had taken the initiative to kiss Soobin. Soobin delicately held up Y/Nâs face and moved his tongue inside. Their tongues engaged in a beautiful dance that made Y/N moan in pleasure. He had never kissed before, and Soobin knew exactly how to make him feel good.
Despite a lack of any other action, Y/N had a very fucked-out expression when Soobin finally broke the kiss. As Y/N realized what he did, the thick string of saliva connecting the twoâs mouths told the story loud and clear.
Y/N was embarrassed that he crossed the boundaries of a stepbrother relationship, but Soobin looked at him with desire. Y/N couldnât help but feel horny at the sight of his half-naked stepbrother, whose body looked like that of a Greek god and whose bulge he couldnât wait to explore.
Speechless from then until dinner, Y/N and Soobin ate in silence, both exchanging glances at each other until Soobin couldnât take it any longer.
âN/n-ie, you didnât do anything wrong. I wanted to kiss you too, thatâs why I came so close to you in the first place,â Soobin explained.
âI get that hyung, but iâm really not sure if we should be doing that. I get that we really are attracted to each other, especially me, but that was before we became related. Iâm really not sure what to do,â Y/N responded with a frown.
Soobin, knowing that actions speak louder than words, decided to show Y/N what their relationship should be later that night.
The two finished eating, and Y/N quickly got into bed. Soobin took off his boxers right in front of Y/N before getting in bed.
Y/Nâs mouth watered as he was Soobinâs monstrously sized cock. So thick that it was two fingers wide when soft, and it was so long that it went almost halfway down Soobinâs huge thighs. Y/N couldnât believe that every part of his stepbrother was a sin waiting to happen, and so he turned away from Soobin as he got into bed.
Soobin saw and knew Y/Nâs reaction, so as he turned to Y/Nâs side, he whispered, âDidnât know a cock could be so big, Y/N?â
Y/N muttered, âYes hyung, Iâve never seen one as big as yours. Everything on your body is so sexy and itâs so hard to control myself, especially when youâre in the same bed as me.
Soobinâs cock pressed up against Y/Nâs bubble butt, and he felt its girth and length, along with its warmness, very clearly.
âYou really donât have to, my Y/N, my body belongs to you and yours does to me,â Soobin whispered again before proceeding to stealthily lick Y/Nâs ear.
âF-fuck hyung, youâre really so hot. I can feel your dick right against me and itâs so enticing. I genuinely have never seen a man as hot as you, you make me too horny. Help me now hyung,â Y/N said with pure lust, no longer able to think logically after knowing a naked Soobin, ready to breed him, was lying down close to him.
Y/N felt Soobinâs cock grow larger against his ass, and he responded by moving his ass up and down.
âHah, Y/N, youâre so cute and breedable, and Iâm gonna make it happen today,â Soobin groaned with his head back.
Without any warning, Soobin pushed Y/N down while simultaneously pushing himself above him, grabbing his face and kissing him. The movement released enough musk for visible hearts to appear in Y/Nâs eyes, as he made a face that could only be compared to ahegao. He was high on the smell of Soobin himself, sweat releasing pheromones from his hard workout in the living room.
Soobin firmly kissed Y/N, as the younger parted his lips to allow for his tongueâs entry. The harmony between their tongues filled both of their mouths with heated affections that both could not get enough of.
Y/Nâs body began heating up as Soobin rubbed his huge erection against Y/Nâs. He felt so small and petite under his bigger stepbrother, and he loved being covered by his large body and his irresistible musk.
Breaking the kiss, Soobin took off Y/Nâs shorts with one of his hands, while another went under his shirt and began pressing against his pink buds. Y/N moaned at the sudden touching, but he enjoyed the stimulation.
Taking his shirt off as well, Soobin began to suck powerfully on Y/Nâs virgin nipples, making tingly feelings emerge all of Y/Nâa body as he yelped. Soobin put his large fingers in his little dongsaengâs mouth.
âMm-Hah,hyung, your fingers are so long and veiny,â Y/N muttered as he grabbed the elderâs hands with his own tiny ones to lick them properly all over. They just tasted so good to Y/N, and the length gave him practice for what was to come.
Taking his hand out of his mouth, Soobin flipped Y/N over as he put a finger into Y/Nâs virgin hole.
âBinnie hyung, it feels really weird,â Y/N complained.
âBe a good little stepbrother for your Soobin hyung, hmm? Itâs because youâve never had anything in this tight little hole, but thatâll change from now on,â Soobin sexily announced.
Soobin put another finger inside Y/N, scissoring him open well enough for the pinkness inside him to be seen.
âH-hyung, itâs too much, I-Iâve never had so much happening down there,â Y/N moaned.
âYou have no clue what too much is,â Soobin hungrily answered before moving his fingers in and out of Y/N faster and faster to get him used to it.
âA-Ah-Ahn-Ahn,â Y/N moaned out of unexpected pleasure from Soobinâs action, causing the older to smile.
Feeling like Y/N was prepared, Soobin slapped Y/Nâs ass firmly, causing it to open up. Soobinâs strength felt exactly like what Y/N had previously thought it would, bringing him even more excitement and impatience.
âReady for hyungâs huge cock to wreck your hole and give you a sinful delight?âSoobin questioned.
Y/N replied, both as a front and out of genuine concern, âh-hyunggie, is it really okay that we do this?â
âOf course, my cute dongsaeng, youâve wanted me for so long itâs not fair to both you and me to stop here. I wanna fill you up with my seed so bad,â Soobin whispered before grabbing Y/N roughly for a kiss once again.
Soobin positioned his cock right above Y/N and pushed lightly again his hole. With a nod from Y/N, Soobin thrusted 8 of his 10 inches straight into Y/N at once.
âh-h-HYUNG,â Y/N cried out from the feeling of being filled. Solving was just so big that he knew Y/N would fear taking him gradually, so he did it all at once.
âIt-it-HURTS, hyung,â Y/N muttered as Soobin began to kiss him deeply to distract him from the pain and let him adjust.
âAre you ready now, Y/N?â Soobin asked.
Y/N nodded and Soobin began thrusting slowly, earning a light moan from Y/N. Soobin loved the feeling of the Y/Nâs tightness enveloping his hole, and unconsciously began to thrust faster.
Although it felt weird initially, the way Soobinâs large, bulbous tip stimulated his prostate made Y/Nâs body tingle and ascend to a level of pleasure he didnât know possible.
âF-fuck me more, bin hyungie,â Y/N moaned out.
âAnything for my little brother,â Soobin responded while he gagged Y/N with his fingers and thrusted faster.
His hole being abused by his stepbrotherâs large cock and Soobinâs fingers roughly playing with Y/Nâs tongue, he nearly felt himself come, moving his hand to climax by jerking himself off.
Soobinâs free hand slapped Y/Nâs hand off and he flipped him over, pulling out his cock suddenly in the process.
âYouâll come from only hyungâs dick. My cock better be enough for you, and Iâll show you what it can really do. Youâve awakened a beast that youâll regret and your ass will love, Y/N,â Soobin angrily growled.
Moving both of his hands to Y/Nâs neck to choke his lightly, Soobin thrusted all of his cock back in, earning a grunt from Y/N, who couldnât make any more sounds.
Soobinâs huge dick rubbed against Y/Nâs velvety walls fully, not leaving an inch untouched, and the speed at which it bulged Y/abâs abdomen was incomprehensible.
With his prostate being abused and Y/N obsessed with the thought of getting wrecked by his stepbrother who also happened to be Soobin, a man whose sexiness was unmatched, it was too much for Y/N.
âH-hyungie, i-itâs too much,â Y/N muttered as he felt more stimulated than he knew possible.
âYou can take it more my precious baby boy,â Soobin curtly replied as he slapped Y/Nâs ass hard, earning a cute moan from the younger.
Wanting to wreck Y/N more than he could account for verbally, Soobin thrusted harder and more roughly than even before, causing Y/N to simply move along with his powerful thrusts with an open mouth and his tongue out.
Y/N continued moaning without stopping as Soobin pushed Y/Nâs ass down, causing his back to arch and Y/Nâs prostate unable to process the pleasure caused by each thrust of Soobinâs cock.
âYour hole is so tight and perfectly made for me, Y/N-ie,â Soobin moaned out as he felt himself bottom out inside the younger. He felt so good about being the first inside his stepbrother, and made sure to let him know that nobody could do him better.
âYouâre all mine Y/N, tell everyone who fucks you this good your first time,â Y/Nâs hyung told him as he continued to thrust deeply inside Y/N, so much so that Y/N was sure his hole wouldnât ever be able to close again.
âS-Soobin hyung is the one I belong to. SOOBIN HYUNG IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN WRECK ME THIS GOOD. SOOBIN HYUNGGGG,â Y/N moaned out as Soobin nearly brought him to cum.
Y/N heard the spurts inside his ass as Soobinâs precum made his walls wet and swollen from the thrusting, prompting Soobin to thrust in quicker and much smoother.
Feeling his climax coming, Soobin muttered, âMy dongsaeng, itâs time to come. Iâll fill you up with the cum of your hyung that youâve needed and iâll make you pregnant. Iâll fill you so much that you wonât even be able to sit down without thoughts of your hyung wrecking you.â
âHAH, YES SOOBIN HYUNG, MAKE ME PREGNANT AND FILL ME UP WITH YOUR SPERM. MARK ME AS YOURS,â Y/N screeched out as the older bit on his neck roughly, leaving a mark of their time together.
The smell of Soobinâs sweat and look of sexiness on his face was it for Y/N, and he released cum like a fountain just as Soobin hit his prostate especially hard in his own desire to reach his climax.
Soobin wasnât done as he kept grunting with each thrust and holding the small boy tightly to his muscular body, placing one arm around the youngerâs belly to feel his own cock.
Feeling Y/Nâs tight walls closing in and twitching, Soobinâs monstrous cock became rock hard as he animalitically thrusted deep into Y/N for the last time, releasing three weeks worth of semen into his dongsaeng.
So much cum surrounded Soobinâs 10 inches deep inside Y/N, overstimulating him to the point of coming again.
Soobin licked the cum off of the youngerâs chest as he pulled out, with so much of his cum leaking out that Y/N was struggling to make it seem like he didnât wet the bed.
With a growl, Soobin filled Y/N with his cock once again, using it as a butt plug, and leaving Y/N feeling extremely satisfied after being wrecked by his hot, hunky, and huge stepbrother.
âI want to do this again hyung,â Y/N moaned out from having thoroughly enjoyed having his virginity taken by his monster of a stepbrother.
âOf course, my temptation,â Soobin replied as cum continued to leak out of Y/Nâs reddened, inflamed boy pussy.
Authorâs Note: This took a long time to finish, but I hope you all enjoy. There is a top Soobin drought right now, and I wanted to fix that. Feel free to leave a comment on how I did below!
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Signs That You Will Probably Finish Your Writing Project
Anyone can finish a book if they work hard at it, even if it takes them longer than someone else. That's right: anyone. Anyone, anywhere, can write a book. Maybe it won't be the best book in the world, but it would be done!
But most don't. Many start a project and never do anything else with it. They then come up with a million excuses as to why they couldn't do it.
After speaking with dozens of writers over my lifetime, I've become able to predict with good accuracy whether someone will actually achieve a completed first draft. I am not always right, of course, because I am simply a human. But I am right most of the time.
There's no rocket science here, and I'm not a mindreader. It's just that there are certain habits conducive to finishing projects, and others that stymie your success.
I know that this will upset some people, and I'm sorry in advance. I'm not saying any of this to be mean, nor am I trying to discourage you. All these bad habits can be fixed, though it requires a mindset shift. You can achieve all of these powerful mindesets with some of the tips I provide.
Why should you listen to me? I have a pretty good track record of finishing things. I have 132 stories available on AO3, have published two parts of The Eirenic Verses, and am already revising the third manuscript before the second is even out. I've finished three of the other manuscripts in the 10-part series already in addition to the aforementioned third part.
It is the mindset I mention here that helps me stay so productive. This is not exhaustive. There are probably plenty of things that go into a great writing mindset that I have completely forgotten about. And maybe you'll beat the odds and have one of these issues but still get it done! And that's great, and I'm happy for you.
But nevertheless, let's get into it.
You have healthy self-esteem (or are working on building it)
I'm dead serious here. Having a healthy self-esteem is crucial to being a great writer. Here's a few reasons why:
You believe your work is good enough as it is, but that it can always be better. You think you have something important to say and that other people will enjoy it. You are not shooting yourself in the foot by bemoaning how terrible your writing is, making no one want to read it. You self-soothe when things get frustrating (writer's block, plot not working out, etc) and encourage yourself out of that hole rather than needing others to comfort you. You believe you have the skills to solve problems in your text and remain proactive in fixing things. You don't get absolutely obliterated by critique because you recognize that it's not a personal attack, so you improve by taking good advice. You don't think that rejection of your writing is rejection of you as a person. Your happiness doesn't hinge upon success as a writer, which may not happen no matter how good you are. You're willing to take risks, to talk to people about your work, and to market yourself because you understand that you won't get success without a bit of exposure.
What are some signs of low self-esteem for writers?
Not wanting to show anyone their writing yet also talking about it constantly hoping that others will want to read it
Talking about how bad their writing is
Getting jealous of other peoples' success
Being hypercritical of other writers
Talking more about their failures than their successes
Dismissing any praise as disingenuous
Needing constant reassurance at every part of the writing cycle
Being a perfectionist, especially during the active writing phase
Constantly revising to the point where they don't get anything done
Obsessing over perceived imperfections in their work
Avoiding getting feedback after they have completed a draft
Just as with everything else in life, your mindset plays a huge role in your success as a writer. Having healthy self-esteem (not an overinflated ego) will serve you much better than being overly critical of yourself or others.
Knowing you have the skills and talents necessary to tackle your project (because you do) will help motivate you when things get tough and keep you from giving up at the first sign of trouble.
Look, I had a shit childhood and a rocky start to adulthood. But I've managed to scrabble up some good self-esteem juice, and I am sure you can too. It takes time, and it looks different for everyone, so I'm not going to tell you how to do it because I don't know you personally.
However, fixing your mindset and believing in yourself does wonders for your writing - more than any expensive course, more than a personal editor, more than any of that. Trust your own process, and you'll reap wonderful results.
You think of yourself as a writer first, not an aspiring author.
Though my profile says I'm the author of The Eirenic Verses, that's not how I introduce myself. When people ask me what I do, I say I'm a writer. Because it's true: I write business stuff for work, and I write fiction for self-fulfillment.
When I was still working on the first book in the series, I did not call myself an aspiring author. I said I was writing a book. I've never called myself an aspiring author once in my entire life, and I'm glad for that.
Why is this important?
"Author" is a status, but "writer" is an activity. Anyone can publish one singular book and be an author, but only people who write regularly can call themselves writers.
"Aspiring author" is a dead-end title. It means you want something but haven't achieved it. Then you become an "author" and ... what? That doesn't mean you're going to keep writing. It just means you did one thing, once.
For sustainable mindsets, we need to remind ourselves that if we want to be something, we have to do something.
No one calls themselves an "aspiring scientist." They call themselves a scientist in training because they are learning how to be a scientist. That's an active title. It implies you are doing something.
So, if you want to keep doing, call yourself a writer. It reminds you, every single time that you tell someone, that you need to write. You'll feel guilty if you call yourself a writer and then haven't written anything in five months, and it will compel you to keep going.
You don't worry about what happens after finishing.
Fussing about what will happen after you finish is the best way to burn yourself out. The writing phase is about writing, not about revising or publishing or marketing or whether anyone will ever want to read it.
Focus on one thing at a time. Think only about the writing when you are writing. Everything else comes at a later date.
You do not announce WIPs when you start them.
There's this author I follow over on Twitter whose name I will not share. It seems like every other week, she's announcing a new WIP with a pretty moodboard and a name and characters and so on.
She has little emojis and "code names" for each of her WIPs, and she'll "drop hints" about all of them every once in a while, all mysterious and Taylor Swift-esque.
Has she published anything? Nope. Nothing. Nada. A whole lot of talk and not a lot of action.
Why are you announcing something you haven't even done? Why are you telling us about a project that you personally haven't devoted much attention to? Why should we care about something that you haven't cared enough to work on yet?
I have a list of my WIPs for The Eirenic Verses because they are all in the same world and all have to exist for the next part to make sense. I don't have a choice to drop them if I want to finish the series. I didn't create that WIP list until I had already decided on each of the parts and had already published the first book, so now if I want to keep people reading, I have to commit to them.
But if you have dozens of different unrelated WIPs, who is to say that you'll finish all of them? You probably won't.
Announcing a WIP before you have done the work is cheating; you're getting a little dopamine hit of everyone telling you how excited they are rather than a dopamine hit of achievement for doing the thing.
You do not talk excessively about your projects.
The more you talk about your work, the less you get done because you are tricking your brain into thinking that you are actually getting things done.
Again, you get the dopamine hit of people saying "ohhh that's so cool I love it!!" and then you are happy that people liked your idea, and then you don't do the idea because you don't need to. You already got the result you wanted, which was people telling you they liked it.
Great authors don't tell anyone about their projects except in the most general, vague sense before they are well underway, because they don't want to jinx themselves. If you're already staying mum about your work, then you're doing great.
And yes, your constant updates of "here is exactly how much I wrote today" every single day does count as talking about your project.
You are okay with going it alone.
The Active Writing process is the loneliest part of writing. No one is looking over your shoulder and encouraging you. It is only after you get to Percolation and Revision that you start to share your work with others, get feedback, and find ways to improve what you already have.
If you need someone to constantly build up your confidence and tell you that you're wonderful and that you should keep going, then you are not likely to finish because you are constantly talking about your work instead of doing it.
Writers need to be comfortable with solitude, but they also need to be willing to network, get feedback, and listen to other perspectives. It is a balance and it all depends on where you are in the specific stages of this given project.
When I'm working on a project, I tend to just avoid other writers entirely and stick to my other activity groups so that I'm still getting social stimulation but don't feel encouraged to share details of my work.
Those other friend groups do not really care about the ins and outs of writing, and that's perfectly fine; they don't need to. If they're willing to show up and cheer me on when I actually finish the project, great! That's all I need.
Constantly needing to check in with other people and having them rubber-stamp your writing is a sign of a lack of confidence, and it's something you need to work on it if you want to finish anything.
Be okay with going it alone. Be okay with waiting for feedback. Trust in yourself and your writing.
You have a process.
Your process doesn't have to look like mine to be successful. I've shared my process so that those without a process yet can get some inspiration for how to organize themselves, but there's no rule that you have to do it like me.
I will say that my process has achieved great results, but I'm not omniscient; maybe there's an even better way of working that I don't know about yet.
Every writer goes about things a different way, and that's totally fine. What matters is that they are getting things done in a manner that they like and that is working well for them. Even if their approach would make me want to tear my own skin off, I cannot and will not judge. They've got their thing, and that's perfect.
You need to have something that guides you so that you can replicate your successes. Scattershot approaches get scattershot results.
Contrary to how it may seem, I am not actually a very organized person. I work on both Google Docs AND Word for different parts of the process because I like doing it that way, but it would probably drive someone else insane if they like to use things like Ellipsus or Scrivener.
But it works for me, and if it ain't broke, I'm not going to fix it. If what you has is doing well, then keep at it. If it's not working for you, then you have many options to better organize and systematize your work.
You worldbuild as you go along.
This is specifically for fantasy and scifi, two of the genres where I see people crash and burn the most.
That's because they set everything up to perfection before actually doing anything and then just ... don't do the thing. Or do the thing in fits and starts because they spent so much time and energy worldbuilding that they don't have any creative juice for actually writing anything.
If you have like one chapter done but you have a full bible-sized guide to your lore, you've gone about things in the wrong order. Now your project becomes about fitting all of that in somewhere instead of writing an entertaining story, and you're far more likely to fall into the Infodumping Trap. You're making things too complicated.
In my guide to worldbuilding, you'll notice that the things I encourage people to emphasize are little things that don't have anything to do with the plot. One cannot build a plot around a cultural dish.
And I emphasized those things on purpose, because those are things that aren't going to overtake your story and become a substitute for actually creating something people want to read.
When I started writing The Eirenic Verses, I had a pretty simple premise: there's one country that has poetry magic and one that doesn't, and there's a giant mountain range between them and the girls are fightinggg.
That's about it for what I had at the jump. All the other things - lore, mythology, religion, international politics, festivals, cultural consciousness, economy, clothing, etc - all came later, as I was writing.
I didn't set out knowing what festivals the Bremish had or how the royal family works in Sina or what the towns looked like or exactly how High Poetry works or any of that. I discovered all of that during the writing process and noted it down so I wouldn't contradict myself.
By focusing only on the "what if" at the start, then infusing the rest as you go along, you will avoid the sin of infodumping because you don't know what to infodump. Things will just come to you as they make sense, and you will include them as relevant. You don't have anything to infodump on the reader.
You remember that you can always revise.
And lastly, great writers worry about getting the draft done. They don't fret over every word because they know that they can get it looking flawless LATER. They just want that rough draft, and then they seek specific feedback on how to improve that draft.
My third book, Funeral of Hopes, is extraordinarily short right now. after finishing the first draft, I then sent it to a great beta, who offered me suggestions for how to lengthen it, and I'm now fitting those new puzzle pieces together.
I knew as soon as I was done that I needed more, but I wanted to let it sit for a bit and get some suggestions for how to do that. If I had spent ages trying to lengthen it the first go-round, I probably would have gotten frustrated and given up. It's okay to just have the bare bones of the story and then seek out feedback; there's something there to scaffold off.
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Is it in your opinion that Peter would be able to manage suddenly coming into tens of millions of dollars?
We've actually seen exactly what happens when he comes into tens of millions of dollars (and his own company) post-Superior Spider-Man. And letâs just say it did not end well--
("Now, let's tear it down!" Amazing Spider-Man #31 (2015))
Truly, the man did not last more than a couple months, in-universe, before force-ejecting from the entire enterprise, super-villain plot notwithstanding. Even without Otto forcing his hand Peter was routinely giving his money away or using exorbitant amounts for the benefit of his family and friends. His philanthropic work with the Uncle Ben Foundation. Helping out May, Flash, and Carlie. Generally, giving his money away at any opportunity. He bought the Baxter Building for Johnny!
("Everyone was trying to buy this place...and I outbid 'em all..." Amazing Spider-Man #3 (2015))
Peter during Parker Industries didnât âmanageâ this money at all. He spent and spent and the only reason he didnât eventually run out was because his corporation imploded first.
So, I think the easiest answer is if he suddenly came into a lot of money, like for example, if he won the lottery, he would not so much manage the money but just use it until it ran dry and then find a gig to pay next monthâs rent.Â
Now, Parker Industries is a pretty on the nose example so if we disregard that run I still think it's clear that Peter would manage a million dollars just as well as he would ten dollars and that is to say quickly and/or probably for the benefit of someone else. Peter genuinely just does not care about having money just to acquire wealth.Â
(âI donât value it.â Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #10 (2019) I personally think this is a clunky panel because itâs telling us instead of actually showing us he doesnât value money but alas it suits my purposes for this post.)
This is obviously not to say he doesn't know the value of money or that he is oblivious to the fact that he needs money for rent or that having money makes life easier. Most of his struggles come from a lack of money. But he doesnât view money in the long term, heâs not thinking of it as a potential investment but merely a tool to solve immediate problems. Even when he comes into a bit of surprise money he needs it all just to cover bills (Thanks Robbie!)--
(âI have [a savings plan]?! You mean when Robbie made me sign all those forms last year?... Thatâs just enough for my back rent and a pizza!â Spectacular Spider-Man #126)Â
Peter and his relationship with money is established early as core to his character and in connection with his economic status. When you are poor any money you earn is for immediate necessities, not something to be saved and managed.Â
("Without Uncle Ben, we've no money to pay our bills." Amazing Spider-Man #1)Â
He just needs to make enough to pay rent, for May's medical bills, for food. Maybe he wants to get something nice for May or Betty, Gwen, or MJ. Later on, his money worries are in relation to being able to support a wife (this occurs with both Gwen and MJ). But it's all short-term and a means to an end. Past the immediate obstacle where the money is needed, he doesn't care about money at all.
His very first superhero team-up was less of a team-up and more of Peter thinking he could make money by joining the Fantastic Four!
("There's the way I can make some money--by joining the Fantastic Four!" Amazing Spider-Man #1)Â
Iâve been using multiple panels from Amazing Spider-Man #1Â so far because I think itâs important in showing how ingrained Peterâs overall views on money are to the character. This is his second appearance ever (after Amazing Fantasy #15) and not only is his socio-economic class crystal clear but so is how he handles and thinks about money.Â
Canonically, almost every time Peter does come into a little extra money he gives it away. This is also a pretty consistent trait of his. He's just not one to keep extra cash around unless he's specifically saving for something. Why would he hoard money when he can help someone he loves or give it to a New Yorker who needs it more than him at that moment.Â
(...other people need it more than me, right?)Â
Further, he doesnât view Spider-Man as something that holds monetary value.Â
(Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #1(2019))
And he knows how important money is for the average person--Â
(âIf that money isnât recovered, what happens to relief payments this month?â)
And--letâs be clear here--Peter could very easily make all the money he wants. He could easily make loads of money. Whether it be because he is a certified genius. Or because he has superpowers and could employ them in a variety of different ways to get money...and he knows this.
("If money's a problem, then I'll just get money." Amazing Spider-Man #542)
(âI can go anywhere! No one, nothing can stop me! Any amount of money could be mine...â Amazing Spider-Man #1 (ASM #1 really doing the most work in hammering home so many core character traits huh!))Â
But, Peter is just not a character who aspires to be wealthy. He wants to be comfortable. He wants an apartment with a tiny skylight so he can easily sneak out and be Spider-Man. He wants enough money to take care of the people he loves. But that's it.
In fact, the jobs that have made him money usually become a problem because they get in the way of him being Spider-Man. He values being Spider-Man over making a name for himself, finishing grad school, making big science lab money, etc., etc. or he wouldnât be dropping these pathways to a better economic status. He's had many well-paying science jobs throughout canon and he doesn't keep them because he eventually stops showing up. He's a flake who at the end of the day doesn't value that work or that money more than being Spider-Man and helping people Grad school meant so little to him at one point that he full-on dropped out, in part, because he thought he needed to make money to pay for Felicia's medical bills--
(âI might not have quit school to devote more time to making a living...OH WELL...â)
Pulling back a bit we also have to look at Peter and his purpose as a fictional character that requires thought and consistent theme-work. A Peter who acquires wealth. Who hoards such a valuable resource is kind of antithetical to his whole deal. Arguably, his most well-known villain is Norman Osborn the literal embodiment of what an evil man with lots of money and no responsibility can do. So, it really doesnât make for a character like Peter so rooted in the lower class, so known for helping the ones who truly need him for him in his civilian life to be a well-off guy. Spider-Man is THE street-level hero dealing with street-level crime. At his best he is stopping muggings, beating up unfair landlords, or wealthy people taking advantage of the unfortunate. He's a man of the people and doesn't like when people misuse power and what gives people power more than money?
("...I had the most money!" "Oh, give it a rest." Spectacular Spider-Man #145)Â
Wrapping this up, I also think a big reason Peter never feels so beholden to money is because he knows how self-sufficient he is. He invents his own webbing, web-shooters, is shown to be extremely handy, and is a genius. Why should he care about money beyond his basic needs? He can figure things out as the situation calls for it even if all he has is $23.50 in his bank account :pÂ
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Hidan's Daily Texts from the Akatsuki, Part Two
From Konan
Why would it gross you out? You basically deal with blood for a living!
Flattery might get you a hug but it won't get you out of your share of the food bill.
In all seriousness that's ridiculous.
Just pretend heâs Kakuzu. Problem solved.
You guys need to keep it down. I need my beauty sleep!
Sasori has a variety of things he could give you to ease the pain. But be warned heâll likely give you a three hour lecture on âproper dental hygieneâ.
I'm sure he just meant it as a joke. No need to eviscerate him.
I need that like I need a hole in my head.
Love is not about looks, it's about feelings and personality. He's the kindest, most gentle man I've ever known in my life.
If you're that curious, just transform into one and feel them yourself!
He doesn't take betrayal very well. I'd strongly reconsider if I were you.
Being immortal is a hell of a thing to have in common, isn't it?
I wish you and Dei would leave him be. Just because he *chooses* not to fight back doesn't mean he can't, or won't at some point. And I think that will be a scary day for the two of you.
Ladies don't curse but if you heard even half of what I was thinking it'd blow your mind, Hidan.
From Itachi
Looks mean very little to me.
If you're that interested in seeing them, then just ask him to pull down his pants for you the next time you see him. See what he says.
A compliment coming from you sounds very, very odd.
I would not just leave something like that to chance and never, ever to the two of you.
We're close. That's all you need to know.
I'll admit, the honey and ants in my bed was a clever, if sadistic, touch.
You've got ten minutes to return it to my door or I promise your eternity will be one long inescapable nightmare.
No.
The last time I went with you guys you ate $1000 worth of food and then tried to stick me with the bill!
If you'd just admit it I'd be willing to go easy on you.
Of course he's an attractive man but I couldn't deal with that personality on a daily basis.
In that way I'm better than you, aren't I? You clearly fear death. I don't.
If my opinion counts for anything: hold on to Kakuzu. I don't believe there's a single other soul in this universe that would care for you the way he does.
I suppose not all the time. He does brush my hair out for me a lot. Very gentle.
From Tobi
If it isn't something that could work, why would it be the plot to SO MANY homoerotic stories??
You left it sitting there for three days! If I didn't eat it, it would have spoiled!
Just woke up not in the mood for your shit rn
If he thinks you're like a brother than one day me and you can be in-laws!
You didn't even spell "delusional" right.
Are you the one who left the jar of crickets on my bed?
Actually your hair would probably look good longer.
You're not going to lecture ME on something like that!
I think of him like a little cousin. So STOP messing with him!
If you think Kakuzu looks "sexy" without his mask you couldn't handle ME, man.
Come with us, the water should be fine by now.
The Hidden Leaf? Nope. Never heard of it.
Sharingan?? LOL
Be warned, Hidan. I'm not as stupid as you think I am.
Do YOU want to see my FIST? Okay then.
So is "Jashin" just looking the other way while you love Kakuzu, then?
From Nagato
I think of you all as my children. Some more problematic than others.
Yes it works! And even if it didn't, she wouldn't leave me!
I almost teamed you up with Deidara but I don't think I could have afforded that sort of damage.
Ultimately that would be Kakuzu's decision.
Tell your God to meet up with me and we'll see who's more "real", brat.
What. Did. You. DO?!
If I hear that you "accidentally" walked in while she was changing again, you'll wish to the heavens that you WERE able to die.
Yes but a mostly vegetarian diet is easier for my body to handle.
I did not form these teams with the intention of being a matchmaker.
I wish you would put as much effort and planning into your missions as you do to harassing your fellow Akatsuki teammates.
From Deidara
Yes I blew him up but I didn't rob him. Standards, man.
Me and Kisame going fishing, you in?
Come see me we gotta get our stories straight before Leader questions us.
He stepped on a beehive. Spent all day pulling stingers from his arms and legs. STILL wouldn't take off his mask.
I knoooooow. God you sound like Sasori.
I did but I don't think they can prove that it was me ...
You can't just sculp some little mouse and then call yourself an artist! It doesn't work like that!
I think the chicken was bad I can't stop puking and my ass is literally on fire!
If you won't listen to me talk about my REAL art, what makes you think I'm gonna listen to you talk about your FAKE God??
Me and you and Itachi. Yes he'll go if we drag him out.
Yeah but she's sooooooo pretty how can I help it?!
Why are you bragging? That just means you'll be old and ugly before me!
Honestly I just bring him a body and some tools and he stays distracted for like a week. Lets me do whatever without even questioning it lmao
He likes to carry me. Don't ask questions, I just enjoy not having to walk for a few hours.
I really, REALLY don't need to know what "gets you off". Pervert.
From Kisame
I have no idea how to answer something like that.
I don't know what's going on with you and Kakuzu but please stop "accidentally" sending me pics like that or I'm blocking you.
I'd die for him but all I really want is for him to live for me.
I think we're the only two who like it ultra-rare and dripping blood. Well, maybe Zetsu.
Yeah I have my suspicions as well but it's like that thing is glued to his face or something. Deidara is the only one who could get close enough to him to try it but he seems scared for some reason.
You can join us but no screaming in the water this time or you'll scare them all off.
I've got at least 11 years up on you so yes, you ARE a brat to me.
I don't think there are any decent shortcuts, we just have to walk straight through. Ask Kakuzu to lend you his tall boots.
There's doing our job and then there's crossing the line. Guess which one you did.
Yes it's warm but that doesn't mean we wish to see you sitting out there in the nude.
Itachi's not feeling well so I need a replacement weight for my other arm. Deidara is already helping, now I need you too.
In the old days they used leeches as a cure for everything. A few aren't gonna kill ya, kid. Don't be a baby.
He's literally perfect. And he's MINE. So onsen or not the next time I catch you looking like that I'll snatch your eyes out and eat them like grapes :)
From Sasori
Come see me before the infection spreads.
Mint, rosemary, and a tiny bit of thyme.
Unless youâre looking to get bent over, brat, how it works is none of your goddamned business.
You would likely be a terrible one.
No, heâs it for me. Iâll either marry him or kill him, havenât decided yet.
I can imitate eating to fool enemies but the food will just stay in my throat until I manually remove it.
You kill humans nearly every day, you can handle a spider.
It would break my metaphorical heart.
Iâm not âbettingâ you anything. I KNOW it wonât kill you. But the poison is both expensive and time-consuming to make and Iâm not wasting it on you.
18 and 34.
Leave the ones that Iâve marked alone. Theyâre perfect specimens and I wonât have you ruin them with that heathen ritual of yours.
Yes but Iâm slowly coming to accept that sexuality is a spectrum and nothing is black or white.
You and Tobi will be coming with. Pack extra food and warm clothes. No whining that youâre hungry or cold later on.
It wonât be as amusing when I nail your skull to the wall.
From Zetsu
He tasted so good. My many thanks.
I havenât any idea why the others seem so perturbed by it, considering their *own* âatrocities".
Too loud. Sensitive ears.
Aren't you having relations with him? Surely you could convince him.
Unfortunately we need them alive and well, so please, none of your antics.
Couldn't hurt. But I doubt it would help, either.
Out of everyone here, you and your blood-scented skin smell the best.
I'm beginning to think your obsession with penises is more than a passing curiosity and an indication for serious concern.
Deidara is correct, everything is ephemeral. This world is temporary.
I wouldn't know the first thing about manipulating anyone. I'm just a plant.
From Kakuzu
Try me and see. I DARE you, brat.
Either help me or stay home and shut up about it.
You stimulate me, but not in all good ways.
If I wasn't "obsessed with money" this entire organization would be nothing, we'd be homeless and everyone would be starving.
Just wait until I get you alone.
Next time I suggest you think before you act.
Deidara will face Sasori but YOU will have to deal with ME. Consider that.
It's your turn to pay for dinner. I could go for either seafood or steak.
Call it gay if you wish but you won't change my mind.
I'm not sure if your body could handle multiple hearts, immortal or not.
Endurance training. My room. Ten minutes. Hydrate yourself beforehand.
You're going to eat something green if I have to pry open your mouth and shove it down your throat.
Because I CARE, asshole.
Why should I have to fight them off because you can't keep your hands to yourself??
I happen to like Itachi so watch your manners, if any exist.
Can't "believe" in someone I've never met. Which is why I don't understand why YOU do.
If I ever went, I'm taking you out with me. "'Til death" is inaccurate.
Sure, sure. While you're at it pray for money to drop out of the sky and into my lap.
Handcuffs aren't doing it for me anymore. Bring some rope and maybe some honey this time.
Get back here and clean this shit up before I come kill you.
Love you. <3. Delete this text immediately.
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IT'S FOR THE SECOND BEST KAISHIN MOVIE! That's right, it's time for me to watch the Lost Ship in the Sky!!
This movie has everything, gay people, terrorists, gay people, a goat and gay people.
Oooh, I didn't know that their was no cure for the bacteria. I was not paying close attention last watch, probably because I was distracted by the gay people.
Actually interesting question: would the effect the bacteria has on a child's body be the same for Shinichi and Ai? We're still not really sure if they've reverted in age or just shrunk. Shinichi get infected and be Ai's lab rat.
Heiji is being such a little shit to Shinichi, teasing him about his small problem.
Awww, Heiji is such a good friend T-T He's always treating Shinichi to restaurants when he's in Osaka. Shinichi you need to return that from time to time, instead of being annoyed when your best friend comes for a visit.
And Kaito is such a gentleman XD "I will be on board but don't worry I won't steal anything until we're near Osaka so don't spend the trip a fretting mess."
Awww Ran, Sonoko and Agasa was about to throw hands with the man trying to scare the children. As they should.
...Okay. The story with Ran mistaking the blimp for a UFO when she was a child is cute but why did they writers have to twist it into her being an "appealing" girl? What? It makes no sense T-T
Oh thank god, yes KID plot please distract me from this mess. I love that Sonoko is so good with the kids too.
NO AI DON'T BRING IT BACK TO THAT DUMB MOMENT.
Kaito~ He's stalking his husband.
Hmmmm, I'm not sure I like how the lady sky is displayed, it deserves better metal casing.
Genta being the devil on Kogoro's shoulders XD Can it punch Kogoro again? He deserves it.
Sonoko. I love you. But girl, you should know Ran deserves so much better than Shinichi. I swear they think they like one another due to half the cast insisting they'll be together and not due to their own feelings.
KAITO! And he's wearing glasses. Taking a page out of his husbands book! How fitting he's wearing a bandage that says Shinichi<3Love on it.
Ran shows no sympathy for KID XD
How did Kaito do his hair to look like Shinichi's so fast? Hmmmm, he probably had to prepared for a quick escape thinking about it.
Kaito is actually telling the truth there, he does partially dress us as KID in order to solve his father's murder.
Damn though, Kaito really monopolised on Shinichi's own lie to Ran in order to help himself. I feel bad for Ran. She's so conflicted. I don't blame Kaito though, he's doing what needs to be done, Shinichi is the one who's put her in this situation.
GROSS. Ran kick him please. Not only did this man touch you, he also made comments that made you uncomfortable.
CAN WE NOT DO THIS. Shinichi, if you actually knew Ran, you would KNOW she's not looking at the man in interest but DISTRESS. But no because Sonoko says she's interested that must mean she is so it's time for Shinichi to do his pissing contest to show the man Ran is his property <.< Good movie, has some really bad points. Especially near the end which is one of the reasons I said Kaito deserves to be hit.
Ran getting to be badass and disabling the threat even at the risk to herself T-T
It's a good thing terrorists don't look up. Oh wait, that's gamers.
It's also good that Lupin is well trained because they would have no hesitation in shooting him and I'd be very upset if that happened.
Kaito's inner thoughts at the moment: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I did NOT plan for a terrorist attack.
Shinichi is so worried about Genta T-T
Time for spider Shinichi to come out.
And I hope the woman who slapped Ai gets hit 10x harder.
OH IT'S THIS MOMENT.
KAITO SAVE YOUR HUSBAND!
WOOHOO! And thus begins the Shinichi being carried in Kaito's arms adventures!
Oooh the aforementioned mention of motor on the glider! Something we know KID does install in the future, probably due to his husband complaining about not being able to get back to the airship
Kaito landed so elegantly <3 How does one man serve so much cunt.
...Never beating the incest claims. This little kid, a relative of Kazuha, just asked if he could marry her. I know kids are also like that but still.
Awww, it's nice to see Kazuha and Heiji being cute together. I could almost forget the dumpster fire that is the writing of their relationship.
THE GOAT!
HOW SUS TO GO FROM ONE "COUPLE" BEING DOMESTIC WITH ONE ANOTHER TO KAITO AND SHINICHI BEING DOMESTIC.
HE DOES NOT SAY THAT XD He says "Listen Hattori..." Thank you fan dubs for sharing what Shinichi most likely is thinking though!
And we start with another of Shinichi's crazy plans that Kaito just goes along with.
Not without a little complaining at first, can't let his husband now that he has him wrapped around his little finger.
I wonder where they got the uniform from? Either Kaito had it on hand for the presumed plan of disguising as Shinichi as a quick escape or they stole clothes from someone's backyard. I prefer the second one because it's funnier.
I love how Shinichi sticks his hand out as well. We all know Kaito is doing all the work honey.
AND THE BEST SCENE IN THE MOVIE WHERE THESE TWO ARE IDIOTS!
Shinichi touched his dick. Won't be the last time he does that.
OH MY GOD HE ALSO MOANED.
I wrote about Shinichi using Kaito's grappling hook to save them as a prompt drabble forgetting it was actually canon. Well, movie canon.
Oh my god we actually got a proper look at Kaito in the movie too.
Awww, poor Heiji got hung up on. I'm sorry he got distracted by his husband.
This child is smarter than most of the cast.
I love when Shinichi can work with someone at the same intellect as him. The conversations are just so fun, especially when it's with Kaito.
RAN MY SWEET GIRL T-T Movies bring out the best side of Ran, and they don't have to sacrifice her kindess to do it, like what happens in fandom when they try and improve the misogynistic writing of a female character but only making another version of the misogynistic writing.
Shinichi had way too much fun doing this.
This is what I mean when I say Shinichi matches Kaito's freak. The two of them love pulling shit like this against others.
Shinichi showing off his acrobatic skills once more, combined with his skills on a board that would make Tony Hawks gush.
Imagine being a bunch of terrorists (thieves) and when you get arrested you have to confess to the cops you got taken down by a child. The daily life of DC criminals.
I'M DYING FROM THE CUTENESS T-T KAITO COMPLIMENTING SHINICHI AND THEN GIVING HIM HIS "WARRIOR'S MEDAL"
Kazuha and Heiji and that little kid messing with the thieves is so funny T-T
Does Shinichi not realise how hilarious it is that he admits to Ran he was going to potentially infect a man with a dangerous bacteria?
And Shinichi is being tortured with a gun. He and Ai can bond over that.
The second of Shinichi's insane plans. Where he returns the favour and drops a man into the ocean.
And Kaito does the funniest thing in the movie. Just strolls in, leaves everyone but Ran tied up (just because he knows she won't chase him due to what he did earlier), takes the jewel, and leaves. King.
And the consequences of Shinichi's own actions.
Damn Ran, you can't even have Shinichi's back if he was a thief T-T Asking him to turn himself in. Meanwhile Shinichi will make excuse after excuse to let Kaito walk free.
And this isn't okay, even if I do like Kaito. Not only is he trying to kiss Ran with her under the impression of him being someone else (which would be sexual assault), he also tries to sexual assault her by groping her only for her to notice and stop him. She even mentions to Sonoko (in jest because how dare women be actually MAD about this) about how she can still support him like that after he just tried to do that with her. Any other character and this would be given the name it actually is.
How to ruin a perfectly good movie <.< We all ignore the ending as it's gross.
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about how humans tolerate ambiguity and funkery in ther tech where other species strive for tech that just works and stays working. (Linked because I don't want to derail their post)
Despite the years of science and advancement. Some stories of magic and gremlins still stick around. First we talked about how gremlins would steal our food and mess with our neighbors. Then as tines evolved it became that the gremlins were responsible for tech issues like strange nonrepeatable programming bugs. Now days when the warpcore acts up or the nav computer plots a long series of jumps that wrap us round the edge of the galaxcy instead of a direct route. We say it's the gremlins. Aliens say we are insane: what invisible people who cause trickery just because. It's clearly caused by this phenomenal or just because 'your tech is so shodddily built.' And our scientists agree with them, but us boots on the ground know how things truly work. The fuel injector is not working? Leave out a bowl of milk I promise it will fix it right up. Say a prayer and offer thanks with every safe warp core jump and your trips will be safe and smooth.
At this point with our tech being built on so many years of advancements and the gremlins being there every step of the way. Engineering on a ship is much more like being a Shamen communicating and collaborating with the very ship itself. It freaks the hell out of any newbies though. All 'why are you doing that? And what's the tuning fork for.' Bud just trust us this is what we need to do.
Several aliens have taken up calling us the cursed people cause their ships have gotten strange errors and bugs when in extensive contact with human devices. It's just the gremlins finding new homes just treat them well and if you can't be bothered whelp sucks to be you.
I honestly love when children come aboard our ships and I get to show them around the inner guts. Cause some if them can see the gremlins and give excelent descriptions of hiw they enjoy our actions and gifts. And they will have the darkest ideas on how to solve our tricky problems. Sure they sound innane; I mean an engine block doesn't want a toy car. But damned if they don't work. I rarely catch glimpses of the fellows but children are better able to see them.
Aliens and scientists will claim that gremlins aren't real but will study and slaver over our tech. Trying to disect it to discover why our ships are so fast, or why they are nigh unkillable. Everything they come away with the understanding g that our tech simply shouldn't work much less perform so well. I just smile and leave out a few extra cookie crumbs as offerings on my snack break.
#humans are space australians#humans are space brownies#humans are space oddities#humans are space orcs#gremlins#faery folk
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