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ok but like if we’re in an angsty mood tdy (i always am) what about finnick coming back from a long trip to the capitol?
barefoot on the sand.
pairing: finnick o'dair x fem!reader
content warnings: finnick's forced prostitution and canon trauma. finnick has bruises (hickeys) and scratches from his "clients", pre-established relationship, not edited, let me know if you'd like me too add anything else!
word count: 1.1k
Finnick has had a long week.
He has spent the last seven days putting on a front and being tugged from one Capitol elite to the next, only to be treated like a toy and then discarded to one side when they milk him dry of all that he can give.
His neck is littered in varying shades of black and blue hickies, while his back is marked with the indentations of sharp finger nails that were raking up and down his skin. His muscles scream and protest with every movement he makes, and he’s relieved for the ice pack that one of the familiar Avoxes hands him when he boards the train back to District Four.
The journey home always seems to pass quickly. Maybe it’s because he dissosciates for half of it, or maybe it’s because he’s half-asleep. Either way, he’s glad when he gets off at the train station and feels the warm summer breeze fan against his face.
Its a relief to be home once again and he slips his feet out of his sandals to walk barefoot along the sand as he takes the shortcut to Victor’s Village. The faint smell of sea salt and the sound of waves lapping against the shore are enough to keep him grounded.
Your shared house comes into view and the building radiates warmth, even from outside. There’s a warm, cosy aura about it, one that he assosciates with both you and home, despite both of those things being one in his eyes.
He leaves his sandals on the balcony and slips through the back door. He makes a mental note to lovingly scold you for leaving it open but that thought is knocked right out of his head upon seeing you in the living room.
Like a cat, you have curled up in a ball on the sofa. A pair of cheap knock-off reading glasses perch on the bridge of your nose as you cradle a book in your hands, eyes narrowed in concentration. His favourite rom-com movie is playing on the television that hangs from the wall, and he knows that you must have gotten his fax about coming home from the Capitol.
As if you can sense his presence, you look up from your book and set it on the coffee table without bothering to mark your page. You offer him a smile and tilt your head, extending the invitation for him to sit with you, but without any pressure or expectations tied to it.
You know that sometimes Finnick will have an aversion to touch after being in the Capitol and you know that other times, he’ll crave your touch as a way to remind himself that he’s home, and he’s safe.
Finnick’s bottom lips trembles, and the floodgates open in what must be a record amount of time. He sinks down onto the couch next to you before crawling into your lap and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
You welcome him with open arms, and comb your fingers through his golden curls as he sobs into your skin. You don’t shush him, or try to stop his crying, or tell him to ‘act like a man’; you simply hold him as he cries.
Combing your fingers through his golden curls, you scratch at his scalp in the way that you know makes him relax. Just as expected, he melts into your embrace, and you press a soft kiss to the top of his head.
It takes a while for his breathing to even out, and when it does, you ask, “Are you hurt?” Finnick hesitates, and that’s all the answer you need. “Okay.” You mumble. “Can I see?”
Again, he hesitates, but you press a reassuring kiss to his forehead, and he nods before sitting up. He pulls his shirt over his head and you swallow around the lump in your throat when you see the hickeys and scratches on his golden skin.
You push your fury down and smooth his hair out of his face. “I’m just gonna go get some things to clean you up. Is that okay?”
Finnick nods his head once, and reluctantly untangles his limbs from yours. His eyes flutter shut when you cup his face in your hands and kiss the tip of his nose. You must be gone for a minute at the most, and when you return with the first aid kit, he knows you must have had it out ready and waiting on the kitchen table for his arrival.
You sit on the sofa beside him and gently tend to his wounds, explaining what you’re doing every step of the way so that he doesn’t get overwhelmed, and showering him in words of praise to help him feel safe.
Once the gels have been applied to the bruised skin of his neck and you’ve wiped all of his injuries down with an antiseptic wipe, you close the first aid-kit and help him back into his shirt.
“Thank you,” Finnick croaks out, voice cracked and hoarse from crying. “For everything.”
Your heart cracks open in your chest at his murmur of thanks, and you reach out to run the pad of your thumb over his cheekbone. He leans into your touch. “Don’t thank me okay? That’s what I’m here for, baby.”
You settle back on the sofa and beckon him into your arms, letting him rest his head in your lap as you go back to smoothing your fingers through his hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head vehmently.
You soothe him with a kiss to his forehead. “That’s okay. How about snacks?” Finnick perks up at the mention of food, and you bite back a smile. “I got all your favourites; candyfloss, salted chips, dark chocolate…” You coax.
Finnick looks up at you through his long lashes and brings your knuckles to his mouth. He presses a kiss to the skin there, a silent way of telling you that he loves you. “Popcorn?” You can’t supress your laughter this time around, and you nod. “I suppose you could twist my arm,” he mumbles in to your skin.
You reach around the arm of the sofa to grab the bag of pre-prepared goodies, and Finnick whines at the loss of contact. You shush him quietly. “‘M still here. ‘M not going anywhere, baby. I’m just getting our snacks, alright?” You empty the bag of treats into your laps. “See?”
Finnick grabs a bag of popcorn and tears into it, snapping pieces of dark chocolate and throwing it into the bag, too. He munches on his snacks, occasionally offering you the bag and letting you pick at the food. “I love you, angel.” He says between mouthfuls.
You smile softly and lean in to peck his forehead. “I love you more.”
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(nsfw, sugar daddy levi! X sugar baby reader)
(Reader is a teasing slut hhhhh)
You’ve known Levi since the third month you came to LA to study for a master’s degree.
At that time, you still did part time job and tried to afford part of the fee by yourself, reliving the burden on your parents.
Fortunately, you met Levi.
Yes, fortunately.
Since then, it’s been 3 years. He helps you a lot, in finance, in life, sometimes you think he’s like your mentor or benefactor….except the truth that you two will fuck.
At first, it’s more like a routine, and you would be the one that mentioned you could give him a head or let him relive his need on you.
But now, don’t know if it’s because this relationship lasts longer than you two thought, it’s kind of….casual now.
Like exactly now, he picked you up after you finished your work, and you teased his thigh by your left hand.
Levi frowns and side eyes you.
You chuckle, “What?”
“Take your hand off me.”
You shrug and take your hand off me, which lets Levi sighs in relief. But as the moment your hand leaves, two hands unbutton your own skirt.
Levi scoffs, “Shit, don’t do anything stupid.”
“What? I’m busy these days, and we haven’t seen since two weeks ago ! Pleasing myself is normal.”
You say as you put your legs on the front of the seat, spread it open and use fingers to tease your throbbing clit.
Levi almost wants to close his eyes.
“That’s dangerous…..”
You smile and take one of his hand, use his fingers and slide in yourself. Levi doesn’t protest, and he adds more fingers in your slit.
“Ahhh…it feels so good….”
Levi pushes his fingers in and out, but his gaze is still paying attention to the front. “How’s your work going? Looks like you’re under lots of pressure.”
You let him pumps in you faster, and you throw your head back and moaning.
“Ahhh….not good tho….oh…shit….deeper…ahh…”
“What’s going on?”
Levi’s fingers move faster and deeper, you fidget on the seat, while your toes start curling.
“Fuck….ahhh…..ahhh…”
Levi presses your clit by his thumb, and you reach the peak and pant.
“Oh my god…..”
Levi pulls his fingers out. “Tissues.”
You side eye him and pout. “Am I that dirty?”
“Yes, you are,” Levi looks at you when the last red light which just in front of his house flashes. “So only I can fix you.”
You smile to his words, and you pick up your skirt, while he’s parking.
Both of you get used to each other, you think. But you two still stay the sugar daddy and baby relationship, which means he will still pay you money for sex.
But somehow you don’t like that.
Yes, being with Levi is fortunate. But falling in love with him is unfortunate.
He’s an excellent person. You won’t look down on yourself, but the truth is he’s too good.
Tonight you want to talk about this with him. Either ending this relationship, or……you want to date him officially.
“Have you eaten?” Levi asks you when he unlock the door.
“Oh…” you rub your belly.
“Haven’t?” Levi holds the door for you, “What do you want to eat, spaghetti?”
“Ok, thank you.” You reply.
Levi takes off his coat, he usually wears suit and tie, and he will pull off his tie, and the buttons on his chest will be unbuttoned, which looks very sexy.
You look at him, a muscular man is heaven to you.
He starts making food, and you sit on the kitchen island behind him.
When he turns around to get the ingredients, you spread your thigh open and pull him between.
His hand still on the ingredient beside you, although his eyes can’t take off from your face.
You lower your head to kiss him, he releases the ingredients and pulls you closer, pressing your head.
His tongue takes away the breath in your chest, his teeth nips your lower lips. You can’t breathe, and he moves his lips to your neck, leaving open-lips kiss on it.
“Let me cook for you, alright?”
He looks at you. You pout to him.
“I…..I have something to tell you, before you do this sweet thing for me.”
Levi surprises a bit.
“What? You want to buy something?”
“No…” you roll your eyes. “I….i just want to end this kind of…relationship?”
Levi freezes. But his hands are still on your thigh and head.
“I’m sorry, but I break the rules.” You continue, “I fall in love with you. But you can’t blame me for this, you’re too damn attractive —“
“But you want to end this now?” Levi says.
You can’t stop the heart beating.
“Yes. But I want to ask something else from you…” you look at him, “….what if we date officially?I mean, if you don’t want that’s okay, after all you’re brilliant,you totally deserve better than me —“
He cuts you off by crashing to your lips. The impact makes you fall behind, and he pulls you beneath him, kisses you intensely that you can’t even think.
Levi parts your thighs apart, and his unbuttons your skirt again, throwing that away.
His hand squeezes the inner side of your thigh.
You pant and whine in his mouth.
Levi let’s go of your mouth.
“I’m glad you’re the one who brings this up.”
His eyes get darker. “I don’t have that fucking gut to ask you about this.”
Your eyes widen. “What do you mean?”
He nuzzles his face in your neck, murmuring, “Doesn’t matter.”
You cup his face and grin. “You love me too?”
Levi’s hand slowly pulls your panties down. His gaze is full of lust and need now. “I’m so into you.”
You smile a little after he said that.
You grasp his muscular arm that stay on the counter, “Levi…..don’t cook now, cook later.”
Levi nips your jawline, “I am not in that mood now when you stay like this.”
You laugh and wrap your legs around his waist. Levi uses on hand unbelt his pants, his gaze still locks on you, you stick your tongue out and lick your lower lips.
He can feel his dick get harder, it hurts.
If you don’t stop him, he has to bare this pain and cook your dinner, even has to wait for you finishing dinner, then he could fuck you.
But now, it’s getting simple.
“Missionary? Backshot ?” You take off your upper clothes and use his hand to play with your tits.
You didn’t get the answer. Levi holds your hips and thrusts into you with no hesitation.
You moan. “Oh…daddy always likes to fuck in missionary first….”
Levi lowers his body and kisses you. Your moan is swallowed by him, as his pace gets faster and deeper into you, you push his chest.
“Ahhh….fuck….”
He pulls his hips back slightly before slamming forward again, stretching you wider around his thick dick.
“Look at me.”
He demands, his hands tightening around your hips as he pulls you onto his lap, forcing himself even deeper inside you.
You open your eyes and bite your lips, your cute little tits up and down because of the movements.
“Yes…yes…”
“……this pussy is made for me, hmm?” His hips piston in and out, hitting places inside you that make you moan out. He's too big, too thick. He can feel your innocence tearing, your pussy struggling to adjust to his size. “Damn it...”
You start to roll your hip.
His eyes widen as you start to move your hips, meeting his thrusts. “Oh, fuck...” He picks up the pace, his thick length sliding in and out of your tight hole.
Your hips move faster, taking him deeper. He grabs your hips harder, slamming into you. The ingredients fall to the ground loudly.
You can’t stop moaning and feeling the pleasure building in your lower belly.
He hits your deepest spot, making your body jolt.
“Oh fuck…Levi….”
A dark, pleased smile spreads across his face. He starts to pound into you mercilessly, his thick cock stretching and filling you completely. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the kitchen. He leans over you, his muscular body caging you in.
“My little doll, your hole only gets wet because of me,” He reaches under you, cupping your ass and squeezing hard. “It’s been how many…shit…how many years? You still….fuck….so fucking tight….still belong to me.”
You can’t answer him, your hands grasp the rim of the counter. You’re moaning with sobbing because of the pleasure.
He spreads your cheeks wider, his thick length pushing deeper inside you. He can feel you getting closer, your little body tensing up.
He growls in your ear, “Look at me, baby. I want to see your face when you finally break and come on my dick.”
You open your watery eyes, meeting his gray eyes, “Oh…fuck…I’m cumming….babe…oh…you fuck me so well…”
He spreads your legs wider, hitting deeper. He sees your small body tighten again. He knows you're close. He adds two thick fingers to your clit, rubbing hard.
You arch your back with moan.
His fingers move faster, rubbing your sensitive nub in tight circles. He pins your lower back down with his other hand, hitting that spot inside you again and again.
“Holy….”
Your body convulses, your small frame shaking as you finally lose control. You scream in ecstasy, your pussy clamping down on his thick cock as you cum.
You almost see the heaven at that time.
Levi groans and pulls himself out and release on your tits.
He leans down and hugs you in his arms tightly.
You two can’t cool down from that pleasure in a moment.
He kisses your sweaty neck.
“I’ll cook dinner for you later.”
#aot#aot smut#aot x reader#attack on titan#captain levi#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi attack on titan#levi smut#levi x reader#levi x you#smut
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putting this post underwater not because I disagree with it but because I wanted to talk about my own comic and it felt self centered to go off in a reblog, and I couldn't fit it all into the tags lol
my comic Unicorn Hunted is about haelan being hunted and persecuted for being transgender. that's what it's about. BUT it's under the allegory of him being under a unicorn curse. he exists between two worlds, half man half unicorn, but he insists he is still human, he's still a man. some characters hate him because he's a man who killed a unicorn, (sorry but Gwendolyn is meant to represent a radfem) and some characters just fully see him as a unicorn and want to use him (misgendering and/or fetishizing). some characters are so intensely jealous of him that they lash out in violence. these are things I've experienced as a trans man. but I didn't want to make a fantasy story about a man experiencing run of the mill transphobia because I love magic and fantasy
I feel like for people to understand the hurt and the absurdity of transphobia, you might need to reframe it sometimes. readers might read about Gwen being enamored and worshipping of women to the point of violence against haelan and think "hell yeah girl power" but if i reframe it as her worshipping unicorns to the point of violence against haelan, readers instead correctly thought "oh my god, she's fucking crazy!"
I can more accurately portray how dysphoria feels to cis people when haelan is not dysphoric about his chest, his hips, but instead he has to worry about hiding a horn, a tail, long animal ears. these things make him stand out, they go against his very identity as a human, and he never knows who's able to see them and recognize what they mean.
and also I don't think fantasy stories need to have the same real world bigotries, because they're so arbitrary. there's no reason why a society needs to be transphobic, because it's all made up. I think transphobia does exist in unicorn hunted but to a lesser extent. haelan and sybil do hide the fact that they're both trans but its more because they just want to be recognized for who they are, not because they fear backlash. and transphobia is so easy to mark a villain. you make any character say "ugh, you're really a woman?!" and you instantly know that character is a jackass
ok thanks for listening to me yap about my comic hehe
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A lost Puppy in love
Gi-hun x best friend! reader
Summery: Y/n is deeply in love with his best friend Gi-hun, but Gi-hun can't figure out why they are following them everywhere
Word count: 901
You and Gi-hun have been friends since your second year of high school but you developed feelings for him in your last year of high school. You didn’t want to believe it, you liked a you liked your best friend. So you never told him how you felt, and then you guys went your separate ways. When you two did see each other you were inseparable but then he got married he didn’t have as much time anymore but you guys made it work, hanging out every now and then. A few years later he had his daughter you guys went from hanging out once to twice a month to once every three months but you didn’t complain he’s a dad now that was till his daughter was ten and he go divorced, you still didn’t see him that much but when you did you guys hung out together he got into gambling and start asking you for money you’d give it to him when he asked sometimes he didn’t, if you heard him and his mom were struggling you’d give him cash. He’d always say he’d pay you back but you always told him not to you just wanted to make sure they could live
Then two years ago he showed up to your door with a bag you invite him in while you guys are talking he hands you the bag, you look inside and it’s cash “what is this gi-hun?” He stayed silent for a moment than he speaks “the money i owe you” you look at him for a moment you told him he didn’t have to pay you back, but you knew how stubborn he is so you take it and hug him and he hugs you back. After that you to started hanging out once a week you don’t know why but he’s changed he’s not as childish he looks like he has a weight on his shoulders. Everytime you ask him what happened he ignores it or changes the topic so you didn’t fight it. You thought that even if he won’t tell you staying by his side will hopefully help whatever he’s going though, so for the past two years anytime he needed you, you were there you were always around recently even if he didn’t call your there daily like how it was in high school this confused him. He doesn’t understand why you wanna be near him so much, following him like a lost puppy, and his not wrong your a puppy in love again with a man you believe you’d never have but you might have a chance if he could ever see you that way
Now you guys are going to his motel the walk is quite you want so badly to hold his you let you pinky touch his then you move your hand away and try’s to start a conversation and it works you guys start talking. After you got to his motel your sitting in his room, your watching him pace back and forth in front of he’s security cameras footage he look’s the camera and sits down, you decide to talk to him see what he’s got going on in his head a thought of telling him how you feel but you push that down you then go to sit next to him to sit and smile “you ok? You look worried about something” you look at him “I’m fine just wondering things don’t worry about me” when he’s says that you know he’s lying “you don’t have to lie to me I care about you a lot more then you know and I want you to trust me even if it’s not right now” he look at you when you said that he sigh “I trust you but I can’t bring you into this I care about you and don’t want you getting hurt and I do trust you I trust you so much” you smile and lay your head on his shoulder it makes his heart flutter and that makes him confused.
After a few days he slowly realizes he has a thing for you and now that’s he’s watching you more he can tell you like him too and you have for awhile that’s why you were following him like a lost puppy. You where both sitting in your bedroom and you look over to him “wanna cuddle and play trivia like how we did when we were kids?” He nods and you guys start to cuddle while playing trivia, as you both play trivia you start jokingly hitting him as he chuckles you both look at eachother and you decide to give into your inner thoughts and kiss him it was quick and then you look at him “I’m sorry….i just really..I have feelings for you” he looks at you and your worried he’s gonna hate you and that he’s never gonna talk to you again, but then he puts his warm kinda soft hand on your face and smiles “you dork I like you too” *you both chuckle “wow we act like teenagers” you say smiling at him “you know I always wondered why you followed me like a lost puppy” he chuckles and lays you into his chest “then I guess I’m a lost puppy in love” you smile and kiss him then lay on his chest.
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Screenwriting advice from Mackenzie Crook, Reece Shearsmith & Jed Mercurio
Snippets from the 2015 Bafta Guru TV Craft Sessions - full video in link above. Transcript of the clips below
Interviewer: I'm delighted to be here with the TV and BAFTA Craft nominees for writing, both in comedy and TV drama. Our three lauded writers are Reece Shearsmith for "Inside Number Nine," Mackenzie Crook for "Detectorists," and Jed Mercurio for "Line of Duty." I'd like you all to tell us a little bit about each of your programmes. reece.
Reece: Well, "Inside Number Nine" is an anthology series, which is a very unusual thing, I think, to exist these days. I mean, you couldn't move for them in the '70s, and it was kind of what I grew up loving and watching. The half-hour play, "Play for Today," was a very appealing, enjoyable thing to me because you didn't know what you were going to get - same as "Alfred Hitchcock Presents," "The Twilight Zone," and of course "Tales of the Unexpected."
And that has gone out of fashion, I think, a little bit because of the mythical idea that if you're not following a set of characters, you won't return to the programme. And that's why they're not commissioned these days very much. But our argument, when we went in and pitched the idea of doing such a thing, was that if they were good you would forgive them for whatever they were. And I think we just really wanted to do that thing of kind of like chamber pieces - we talked about them being these quite claustrophobic little plays, and I think that was what drove us to do it.
Interviewer: OK and Reece what about the inspiration behind your series ?
Reece: Again, it was kind of just stuff that is enjoyable to research yourself. Some things came literally - "Sardines," episode of "Inside Number Nine," came when Steve and I write in a room in Muswell Hill and there's a massive wardrobe in the corner, and we were just literally one day - we'd been staring at it every day for however many months that we sit in that room, and then one of us said, "What about a game of sardines?" Initially, that was a funny idea just to think, well, we could just one at a time fill it with people arriving and hiding in the wardrobe. There was a version of that script that was simply that, and that was enough. Then we read it back and thought it's not enough - it's good, it's funny, and there's some quite funny dialogue in it, and it's slightly awkward, but there was something missing.
It wasn't until we went back in and peppered in the vague dread of the revelation of the child abuse that we realised that instantly elevated it into something much more fruitful. And that's always the way with our writing, I think. We are never satisfied with the first root idea of a gentle - you know, we tried to do it, and we can never do it, always feels lacking if there isn't somebody being murdered or some kind of dreadful extra element that just heightens it and gives you an element of jeopardy and peril in a supposed half-hour comedy that you would get in a drama. And I think that's why people are sometimes shocked by what we do because they are smuggled into a half-hour comedy, whereas you would be ready for it if it was at 9:00 on BBC 1 and you were set up for a drama. But I think we do things that are not that outrageous, but I think that they are a bit blindsiding because they are in the guise of comedy and maybe more powerful because of it.
Interviewer: And Reece for you - what's your writing process?
Reece: Well, we talk a lot, Steve and I. I couldn't - I admire the fact that these two write alone. I couldn't do it, I don't think. I think I need to have the instant reaction from Steve. If we can make each other laugh in the room, if it's comedy, then it goes in generally. But there's a lot of talking about - with these particular "Number Nines," being self-contained stories, we talk a lot about what the idea might be. Sometimes we've had - we've got an ending we might want to get to, or we've thought of a character that could be in something, and it's like crafting a story then and how do we most leanly tell it and what scenes do we need to get this across in however... you now, judiciously.
I think we do that because we fear the idea of beginning and feeling a little bit wayward in where we're going. But we have done that before, and I think sometimes we've written ourselves... Much like the Coen brothers when they wrote "Blood Simple" - they deliberately enjoyed writing themselves into corners and then thinking how does the character get out of it rather than being kind of ahead of the characters, which is a joyous thing and also quite surprising to yourself.
With these, some of the surprises at the end we've changed - we've thought we've had one route in our mind and we've thought, "Actually, now looking at it, we've got a third of the way in, I think people are going to - this is obvious to us," so we've changed it. So that's hopefully second-guessing what people think the story might be going. So that's been enjoyable. Writing a lot, talking a lot, and then beginning to be able to write it down with what we need to get out of the scenes as far as exposition and trying to hide the exposition. And then finally there's a pass that's "and why is it funny?" and hopefully that's the final kind of bit that puts it into BBC comedy. You know, it is meant to be funny. A lot of our things are not funny, I concede, but it's because we kind of enjoy the drama and the tension and the release of that in the mechanics of telling a joke. So yeah, a lot of writing before we dare to write so that we're not trapped not knowing where we're going.
Interviewer: Well, gentlemen, thank you so much for being so talented, being so generous with your wisdom and your experiences, and the very best of luck tomorrow night.
All: Thank you, thank you.
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Febuwhump Day 1: Vocal Chords
Central Character: Wild
Warnings: Injury
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With the last of the monsters dead, Time ran over and dropped to his knees next to Twilight and Wild. He didn't know how the champion had been hurt, but he was clutching frantically at his throat, curled up in a ball on the grass.
"Wild!" cried Twilight, trying to pull his mentee onto his back. "What's wrong?"
Hyrule and Warriors had also run over. At a word from Warriors, Sky started to pull Twilight aside.
"Let them work," he said softly. "Come on, just give them some space."
Hyule slipped a glowing hand between Wild's hunched shoulder and his jaw and for a moment everything was still. Then Hyrule relaxed with something between a sigh and a grimace.
"Wild, it's just a bruise!" he exclaimed.
"It can't be just a bruise," said Twilight, glaring sidelong at Hyrule. "Wild, what's wrong?"
Wild let out a panicked whimper. His breathing was quick and frantic.
"OK, Wild, calm down, it's OK," said Time. "Let Warriors take a look at your throat."
Gradually, between them, they got Wild to uncurl enough for Warriors to pry his hands clear and look at his throat. Time tilted his head to see and winced in sympathy as he saw the dark, bruised line across Wild's throat. The teen's breathing was still panicked and there were tears spilling from under his tightly-closed eyelids as he clutched at the bruise again.
"I need to see it, Wild," said Warriors, once again pulling his hand away and feeling at the discolored flesh.
"Wild, it's OK," said Twilight gently, exchanging a confused look with Time and Warriors. "Breathe, OK?" He helped Wild sit up, propped against his chest. "Breathe with me."
"Hyrule, can you heal that?" asked Warriors, nodding at the bruise. "You're right; it is just a bruise, but it's deep and we don't want it to swell any more than it already has."
Hyrule was also looking more serious as it became clear just how much distress Wild was in and he carefully laid a softly-glowing hand on Wild's bruised throat. After a moment, he frowned and leaned in a little, focussing a little more, and a moment later Wild took a deeper, easier breath.
Hyrule drew back with a wince. "Sorry," he said. "It was deep; that must have hurt."
Wild was starting to calm down as Twilight continued to coach his breathing and he said, "Thanks," and let out a quick, uneasy sob.
"You're OK," said Twilight, looking at Time with clear confusion.
Time was confused too. This wasn't just pain or even the panic of finding himself unable to breathe cleanly; this was real fear.
"Wild," he said, kneeling down next to the others. "Wild, what happened? What's wrong?"
Wild took another shuddering breath. "I… thought I'd lost… my voice again."
"Again?" echoed Twilight.
Wild nodded, rubbing tears from his eyes. "I… in all my memories… I never talked. Zelda says… I did sometimes… but… I just remember…" He was calming down now and looked down, starting to go red. "Sorry, I… it was just… a spear shaft across the throat. Not actually that bad."
"But you thought your vocal chords were ruined?" guessed Time.
"I couldn't talk," murmured Wild. "And… I got really scared for a moment…" His breath hiccupped and he hunched down. "Sorry."
#febuwhump2025#febuwhumpday1#linked universe whump#lu wild#lu whump#linked universe#my fanfic#injury
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Obsessed! Rung Relationship Headcanons!
warnings: Obsessive thoughts, no specified continuity, Rung is being mean to himself:(,racially ambiguous reader, possible ooc?? note: I recommend you read this fic I wrote first about obsessed!Rung so you get a little more context :33 /nf
-after MONTHS of silent and painful yearning, somehow, SOMEHOW, you two became an item.
-you were the first to confess, of course, he would never actually have the confidence to confess to you. mostly because he felt like he would put to much pressure on you. he would never want to force you into anything you felt uncomfortable doing. you don't deserve that.
-he's the classic overly-doting partner, he's ALWAYS checking in on you. are you ok? are you hungry? thirsty? are you tired? do you need to lay down? no? are you sure?
-yes, he can be overbearing at times, but never enough that it makes a tension between you two. you think it's sweet, as you gently kiss his cheek and tell him that you are absolutely fine, and how much you appreciate he cares.
-he's so gentle with you, making sure every physical touch between you two is comfortable, the last thing he wants is to make you stressed...
-this doesn't change when you two are alone, he LOVES showing his affection through physical touch, even if it's just a gentle servo on your shoulder.. he melts into your touch, feeling all the weight and responsibility on him simply melt away..
-you two just lie in your now shared berth, embracing each other like you two are the only living beings left in the universe, you can hear his spark softly hum in his chassis...
-oh, how he wishes sometimes how it could be like this forever, to just stay with you in his arms, protecting you, caring for you... loving you.
-he doesn't know what he'd do without you...
#Xay rambles#transformers#mtmte#transformers mtmte#idw transformers#transformers idw#mtmte rung#idw rung#transformers rung#transformers x reader
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So no hate or anything, but I feel like you may be overworked? Cause people pointing out videos were in the wrong order isnt "shoving it down your throat". No one else can see what people send in your ask box but you so we dont know that 1000 others told you about the error.
People were just trying to help because it is kinda important that releases are put out in the intended order. But mistakes can happen and that's ok. It just feels a bit off to blame people who were trying to help you. No one was shoving it down your throat, or at least the ask you chose to respond to didnt.
I love Tetro and think you're an incredible writer but I dont like how you treat the fandom sometime. Please consider taking a break cause I think it might be getting to you.
why do you openly acknowledge that you dont see the messages people send me and then say that nobody was shoving it down my throat?? you have no idea what was said to me lmao
anon with all due respect people in this fandom have literally threatened to rape me before so i feel like im allowed to occasionally be in a slightly bad mood
i did not blame anyone? i quite openly took responsibility for the issue being my own fault. i just asked that people stop spamming my ask box over a single mistake that ultimately didnt affect much because the episodes were already only five minutes apart and are still numbered correctly.
as always this is my personal blog. this is not my tetro PR blog. this is not my tetro interaction blog. this is my personal von blog and im allowed to post about my thoughts and feelings on my personal von blog. i appreciate the tetro fans massively but i do not owe the tetro fandom anything more than i have already provided. if you dont like how i treat the fandom you are welcome to stop seeking out my personal blog to see what im saying and doing
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After Hours - Park Gyeong-Won x Fem!Reader
Follow up piece to:
Driving you Crazy
Synopsis: A late night trip to the hospital gym results in an accident, one that brings you closer to Park Gyeong-Won and threatens to expose your growing feelings.
The hospital hallways were dark and quiet. The stillness was eerie, a stark contrast the halls that were filled with bustling crowds scurrying back and forth during the daylight hours. Park Gyeong-Won enjoyed the silence that came with night shifts. He liked the quiet, relished in the blissful peace that accompanied the darkened hallways.
He approached the gymnasium door, hoping to squeeze a quick workout in before the inevitable chaos of the trauma centre commenced. Exercise helped him think, helped ground him when he felt stressed.
Pushing open the doors, he was surprised to find a solitary figure jogging on the treadmill. How hypocritical, he smiled to himself as you ran on the equipment that you had stressed was strictly for patient use only. Your black leggings and red sports bra showed off your figure, your headphones blocking out the sound of his arrival.
You were in your own little world, so focused on your run that you didn’t notice his presence. Gyeong-Won watched you, watched the way your feet pounded against the belt of the treadmill, your breath thick and fast as your run intensified. You looked stunning, every curve accentuated in your workout gear and for a moment he forgot that you spent most days irritating him to distraction.
Your head turned, and you glimpsed Gyeong-Won out of the corner of your eye. You screamed, jumping at the unexpected visitor, your right foot hitting the belt at an odd angle.
The emergency stop engaged, but it didn’t do much to stop you from flying off the end of the treadmill and landing in an unceremonious heap on the floor.
“What the hell?” You yelled, scrambling to your feet as your face flushed with embarrassment. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes scanning your body for any kind of injury. You had a few carpet burns on your arms, but other than that you appeared to be in one piece.
“I’m fine,” you snapped. “You’re not supposed to be here though.”
“Neither are you,” Gyeong-Won smiled. “I thought you said that the gym was strictly for patient use only.”
This man drove you insane, but he had you cornered and you knew it.
“Fine, sometimes I abuse my own rules,” you sighed. Your right arm throbbed, an angry red graze extending from your forearm down to your wrist. “Go and ahead and use the gym. I’m going to go and get cleaned up.”
You stomped off into your office, pulling down a first aid kit from the shelf. You were angry; angry with Gyeong-Won for making you jump, and angry with yourself for letting him get to you so much. You were finding it harder to ignore him, harder not to notice how good he looked when he worked out. You were embarrassed that you’d made a fool of yourself, that he’d seen you fall so unceremoniously onto your face.
Gyeong-Won tried to get on with his workout. He could see you were embarrassed, and he was determined to complete his sets before his phone inevitably rang. But he couldn’t concentrate properly, couldn’t in good conscience allow you to patch yourself up when he’d been the reason you’d fallen. He headed into your office, knocking quietly on your door.
“Can I help?” he asked, watching as you struggled to balance cooling pads on both of your arms.
“I’m fine, really,” you huffed, but the pain was pretty bad, and you could use the extra hands.
Gyeong-Won ignored your stubbornness, pressing gently down on one of the cool packs. He could see the beads of sweat running down your breasts, evidence of your strenuous run. Your chest heaved as your breathing returned to normal and your skin gleamed with that post-workout glow.
“You have good form,” he complimented you. He’d never been good at talking to women; he’d never really been good at talking to anyone.
“Thanks,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips. “So do you.”
You stood in silence, all too aware of Gyeong-Won’s hands gently wrapped round your arm. His touch was warm, his fingers soft, the feel of his skin against yours sending little flickers of heat through your body. His cologne was intoxicating, and you found yourself again thinking about removing his long hair from the ponytail and wrapping your fingers around the strands.
You were so close together, mere inches apart, and if Gyeong-Won moved a few inches, his lips would be on yours. You drove him insane, but he also couldn’t deny the mounting attraction he felt for you. The air was thick, almost heady as you met each others gaze. You couldn’t stop staring at his lips, couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel against yours.
Gyeong-Won couldn’t stop thinking about the way your breasts looked in your sports bra, the Lycra fabric pushing them together in the most beautiful way. He could see the outline of your nipples, could feel his desire growing with each passing second.
“I should go,” he mumbled, eager to get away before you noticed the effect you were having on him.
“You don’t want to workout?” You asked innocently, hoping the disappointment wasn’t too evident in your voice.
“I should get back,” he said, “busy night in trauma. I’ll see you around. And, umm… I’m sorry again. About scaring you.”
He hurried out of the gym and down the deserted halls. Seeing you tonight, it had flipped something inside of Gyeong-Won, and inside you. There was an undeniable attraction, one that seemed to stifle the air in your small office.
You were finding it harder to remember why the anaesthetist annoyed you, and he was finding it hard to remember why he used to find you so irritating.
Somewhere between the incessant bickering, an attraction had formed. If neither of you were careful, it could bubble over into something more.
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Your fav canon HL h/c moment?? 😁😁
oh my friend…strap the fuck in because i’m about to answer this very simple question in a way you didn’t ask for but will be subjected to because i have nobody else to talk about it with oops
short answer: it’s harry running off stage to get louis a cough drop, because i see it as a domestic and sweet gesture that shows how loved and known louis is by harry
long answer: it’s harry running off stage to get louis a cough drop, because i believe it’s an anti-proof interaction that demonstrates the love these real people had for each other at the time, whether it was romantic or platonic. now welcome to my goddamn ted talk
so objectively, larry aside, my understanding is:
louis goes directly to harry after staring him down to get his attention doesn’t work. he doesn’t even look at anyone else, he zeroes in on harry. harry doesn’t hesitate to dart off stage and get something for louis, and it seems he might’ve even been prepared for it. louis looks nervous both times harry leaves, which could be for any number of reasons, and the way he did a double-take over his shoulder three times after harry ran off the second time makes me wonder what was said (and i’ve wondered enough to write a fic about it, so if anyone can lip read and tell me what they said, let me know)
so here’s my pitch (not that i think you specifically need convincing, considering you’re in the silly little inbox of Me, a known larry enthusiast):
larry or not, we can see in that moment it was harry that louis specifically sought out to either
1. ask him for something (which was done without question) because he knew he could rely on harry for help, or
2. say something to harry that elicited a gesture of care which louis wasn’t necessarily seeking but seemed to need
that moment wasn’t crafted for us, so there’s no reason to not take it for what it was. it was a moment of vulnerability and kindness. they were ‘caught’ showing trust in and care for each other in the most public setting, and i feel like it says something about their unique and genuine connection. which could be platonic or romantic!
some people may say i’m cherry-picking, but i’d have the same thoughts about loving gestures between any of the boys. platonic human connections are allowed to be tender and intimate and loving! people can love and be loved without a romantic connection! whether harry and louis were in love or not, you can’t see that and tell me they didn’t have real love for each other at the very least. however, given the context…idk seems very domestic and husband-coded to me, but what do i know lol i’m just some gay little freak on the internet
so all that’s to say yeah it’s when harry gave louis a cough drop on stage. i thought that was nice of him
#never ask me any question ever unless you’re willing to risk This#sometimes i have thoughts and feelings ok#and i want them to be happy and loved#anyway#definitely answered your question i think#ask#fic inspiration
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corvidae
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#yuji itadori#itadori yuuji#blood/#yuuji#im not tagging this as spoilers idc sue me . iykyk but i dont think it's obvious enough at all 2 warrant the tag#idrk what this is sorry ive been having a hard time drawing n feeling inspired lately :'>>> so it goes#i find i tend to default to drawing birds when that happens ???#did it with gojo did it with shiro and now it's yuuji's turn ig#sometimes it's helpful to just . mess around with a whole bunch of brushes until something looks ok#and birds and feathers lean soooo well 2 playing around w brushes theyre very forgiving#flowers also kind of so i threw in some camellias bc i figured why not add More Red#i think they mean something that's probably relevant but i was more looking fr the shape of the petals#th rounded tops blend rly seamlessly with the way i rendered th feathers so i am like!!!! nice#just checked also apparently red camellias just mean love and devotion lmao should have guessed#'perishing with grace' also hm hm hm that's kind of wild with th crows#anyway i didn't put too much thought in2 this one so i won't talk fr ages about the symbolism it's all pretty much right there#anyway ty fr being patient with me im sorry draws have been slow :<#ill come out of it ill bounce back!
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Oh, help me God, this hellboy got me coming back for more
reblogs super appreciated !!! close-ups under the cut !
#south park#south park fanart#stan marsh#shroomer's art !#shroomer's archives: south park#artists on tumblr#my ramblings + thought process starts here (warning. its a lot) vvvvvvvvvvvvvv#"heyyyyy shadowww. its mee. da devil.#the amount of eyestrain i went through while rendering this#gradient maps!!! are so fun!!! (they are not i hate them so much)#lots to improve on still. but that's for next time!#the process of making this was so arduous.... but i learned a lot i feel#(and also if i had spent any more time working on this i would have actually lost it)#BUT YIPPEEEEE HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAN MARSH THE LOSER BOY I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED THIS ON TIME#2 days in advance too by the time the queue uploads it#anyways.... stupid loser boy stan marsh..... i found out his birthday was coming up soon#and i had this idea sitting in my head for like.... 2 weeks i think#popped up when i was listening to lexie liu's album the happy star and the song diablo came up#and i thought wait.... doesnt stan get possessed by satan at some point#and so here we are!!#I ACTUALLY RECENTLY WATCHED THE EPISODE TOO AND THE THEME OF THE SONG FIT THE THEME OF THE EPISODE CRAZY WELL AS WELL#sometimes my genius is almost frightening#anyways this emotionally sensitive animal lover boy has really grown on me over the course of the series <3#i still havent.... finished cartman's sheet.....#the self designated deadline i gave myself of 2 weeks is coming up soon and erm. guh.#dies#this took so much effort and brainpower that needed to be allocated to my assignments.......#but its ok!!! im gonna sell this as a print!!! so its kind of!! productive!!#guh i hope this one performs well sob theres this nagging feeling i have that its not gonna do well at all#try painting some funky lighting + greyscale painting she said. it'll be fun she said.
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Strife
Personal project for the most talented
@imagine-darksiders
(if y’all like to read the most wholesome and thought provoking stories PLEASE for the love of pizza, I HIGHLY recommend reading her stuff)
I hope I did him justice because I honestly believe that we would be the best of friends. Very much would like to give him a hug 🫂🧡
#just being jayus#doing this ugly and scared#darksiders strife#darksiders#darksiders art#i’ve never even played darksiders#But imagine-Darksiders fanart and fanfics are so riveting I now consider myself a fan#It’s just that good#traditional art#traditional drawing#traditional sketch#it felt good to get my hands dirty with charcoal again#Sometimes I get frustrated because I feel like can’t draw things that are cute and fluffy#So I try to refugee my thought process and be like ok what CAN I draw#And I’m like I can draw epic stuff with good shading and detail#THAT I can do#It’s good to remind myself that we all have talents in different ways and that all are special and needed even if it’s not what we want#I’m grateful for my hands and the years and experience that it has taken me to be able get this far#It’s a good day y’all#I’m grateful to be able to create#Also process pics because the final result is rarely my favorite but here we are
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[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]
Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?
[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*
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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.
Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!
Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.
* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.
#Pactw#QSMP#Pac#March 18 2024#As much as I love keeping people updated about Pac / the other Portuguese-speaking creators#I think I might not make as many transcribed posts for their clips anymore#I just don't think I'm qualified enough to be transcribing things for a language I don't know#like yeah we have the Qlobal Translator and Aypierre's translators to rely on#And I'm always upfront when I'm not 100% sure about a translation#but I've been thinking about it a lot and it kinda makes me feel a bit icky. Idk.#I might be overthinking this but I just I don't want to spread around translations I'm not super confident about#esp. since I know a lot of people cite my clips in analysis posts or link them to other people as resources#and 90% of the time I'm like ''Hell yeah I love seeing people getting a lot of use out of the archive''#but sometimes I get a bit anxious like ''Did I do a good enough job translating this''#''Am I ruining someone's entire perception of a conversation or character because I left one word out or mistranslated something?''#And like I said that's normally not a HUGE concern since if I'm not certain about a translation I just won't post a clip. but you know#idk it might just be the anxiety talking but I really really don't want to spread bad info#Happy to hear other folks' perspective#I'm really grateful for people like Bell and Pix and others who translate clips and I always try to reblog those#but we don't have a ton of people posting clips & translating things on Tumblr since we're so English-centric#which is part of the reason WHY I like sharing clips of the non-English-speaking CCs#but at the same time I want to do an accurate job representing what they're saying#Maybe I'll just start posting things and give a TLDR context of what they're talking about but not a transcript#that way native-speakers can hop in and add translations if that's something they're comfortable doing#and if not then well. at least I'm not sharing something that isn't super accurate#idk I'm just thinking out loud a bit in the tags#But I'm open to hearing other people's thoughts on the matter#Anyways giant rant aside. q!Pac is NOT doing ok rn
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played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles
#dragon age tag#i doubt that will see much use again..but who knows. vvv rambling below#weird game..the characters dialogue stuff and ending were good tho :')#i've played some of the first game but it kept crashing. i knew already despite knowing nothing that this guy was going to be my type#it doesnt feel right making video game art any more bc games like this end up feeling really personal - an experience that happened to me#if i design the main character a bit and fall in love then..that happened to me..i can't make Fan Art of that..only ive been through that..#like i cant make fanart of my dear companions in bg3 despite it having been a huge part of my heart in the last year#almost 1000 hours of playtime in something i can barely talk about bc it means too much.... lol#tons of ideas and conversations and extra thoughts and scenes and emotions about all the incredible times i've been through in bg3#and the maelstrom just rotates around intensely in my own heart forever...but that's ok too...that is so precious to me#but fortunately i already knew people that have played this game and talked/drew abt it recently so it was saved from that for me#sharing scribbly fanart on my Blog is a way to capture the feeling just after experiencing something so it has good points#witch hat atelier escapes that by not being a GAME. games are so immersive. but my wha art & feelings are incredibly immersive too#which makes it difficult sometimes now. i live a complicated and emotional life <3 i am not suited to fandom <3#my character ended up looking so much like oru without me realising that's what i was doing. Kind bearded fireball throwing gay mage. Hmm.#falling for a sad white hair memory trauma fellow that keeps you at a tragic distance. Hmmmmmm.#i see also how very much bg3 is inspired by stuff like dragon age now lol so i'm glad i experienced it. I WANT MY KIRKWALL LIFE BACK...#so dated though as well and unpleasant at times (the city and the dismal atmosphere was depressing.) i hate violence/horror..#bg3 is SOOOO very dismal but it feels like I am killing people and going through horrors because i have to survive i have to be free#Well anyway. ahh it's so refreshing to fall in love. my gay journey continues...
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Are true riverdale fans of the opinion it is a very good and nearly flawless show or does being a true riverdale fan mean being able to mock writing choices
it's long-running serial television plotted a season/half at a time so definitely not even "nearly" flawless.
BUT. i'm not doing combat with the writing team. i'm not actively reading against the text the way i have to in order to enjoy something like supernatural or the 90s robin comics or the fucking sopranos, which are patriarchal christiancore copworld rapeworld white supremacist horrorshows that hate their minority audiences, with like 2 good creatives involved and martyring themselves to fight the good fight on sparse rare installments if you try to approach them sincerely.
riverdale writing staff are like a favorite smart problematic tumblr mutual to me. I don't always like what's on their blog or who they're referencing. but we're in the same community and i'm interested and inspired and i trust their agenda overall, even when i see shit i wouldn't have fucking posted. but bc i'm not being condescended to or actively spited i'm not gonna condescend to or spite them, you know?
i expect rvd to age like twin peaks (another very uneven, highly referential serial juggling a couple of intensely cool metanarratives on top of its core story). and twin peaks fandom mocks twin peaks all the time. twin peaks includes some CLUNKY shit. it's kitsch. it's camp. it has a second season that is largely ASS. james is there. and on top of that it also includes some genuinely offputting-to-me stuff that just bothers me to sit through, even though i feel like i understand and respect what they're going for with it. i just don't want to watch someone sweep the fucking bar for minutes and minutes as entertainment. OK!!?
...so yeah. mock riverdale but in the right spirit. is that an answer? do i sound like i'm chugging the flavoraid koolaid fresh-aid? probably.
#i like the way people mock the flop parts of twin peaks and i enjoy it when people mock the flop parts of riverdale in the same tone#but rvd NOT one of those shows where the fandom is the thing that makes it good by appropriating and rearranging it. like some listed above#riverdale isn't dumb. it's not thoughtless. it's a lowbrow postmodern love letter to trash media and it takes a lot of big risky swings.#and its juggling act does NOT always work in practice. i don't always agree with the tradeoffs it takes to balance like.#the mainline text AND the queer subtext AND the fanfictiony iterative media riffs AND the genre meta AND the actual canonical metaplot#but it really does reward curiosity and close-reading. it's like a little puzzle cube you have to turn over a few times sometimes to solve#i feel judgmental about people who hit 'post' on what's obviously like a very surface level reaction without much thought put into it#ohhh the show challenged you? the show folded continuity over on itself and you can't hang anymore? you didn't get what you expected?#and now you're being dismissive instead of sitting with it? ok. dork.#riverdale#(it's not really that serious. but you asked and i'm feeling so so very earnest about Posting today. love you thanks for asking)#(would love to know what parts you most want to mock. i have my own list. eNdGaMe is at the top of it. jughead's mommy issues era too)
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