#specific waiting zone :P

[b-blushes]

anyway now it's time for TOAST

[foureyedfella]

☆ Alright I couldn't help myself I drew headcanon stuff now 💀

☆ So, believe me, I understand that this is like a huge jump- like it should just be an AU and not headcanon but I honestly just kind of see this in Joe so I'm sorry I'm advance 😭 but anyways I've been thinking about Joe's early life/career

☆ I like to think that in the begining of his boxing career he did end up meeting someone, who liked him for who he was outside of the ring! After like 2 years of meeting and dating, they get married :P

☆ Over time, Joe would get more passionate in his boxing career, which Valérie is supportive of, but she just suggests finding a balance between his life and boxing! Joe acknowledged this and tried to not zone in too hard

☆ Unfortunately as time goes on this mindset starts to drop a bit, and Joe is wrapped up in boxing to a considerable degree again

☆ They have minor arguments about this, with both sides not necessarily being wrong which just caused more of a negative debate-

☆ It gets to a point where after some years, Valérie is not having it and gives him the ultimatum: either her or boxing

☆ Joe thought it was a fib 😭😭😭

☆ After a match, he comes home to silence, the silence of his empty home being amplified 10 fold when in comparison to the boxing ring.

☆ reality doesn't quite hit him just yet, and he just waits in the living room, waiting for her to come back through the doors. Couple minutes turn to hours, hours turns into a day. Just himself and his thoughts

☆ Safe to say that reality hit him like a truck soon after, and he was in shambles 😭 his brain just flipped, he would skip training, ignored messages from the WVBA, was just not having it. He would sometimes just sit back in the same spot in the living room from when he first waited for her. Maybe that would be the day she came back, who knows what he was thinking

☆ He was just slowly falling apart, he developed insomnia from the situation and fell into a depression

☆ Like no one had contact with him, he rarely left the house and cut off the WVBA entirely, and seeing as he didn't ever feel involved with anyone else in the first place, it just made him sink into a deeper hole of feeling like he genuinely had nothing at that point

☆ What he wasn't expecting was some of the boxers to show up at his doorstep (they definitely did NOT illegally take Joe's information from the WVBA not at alllllll) who, to his surprise, were actually concerned 😭

☆ Bear Hugger, Bald Bull and Von Kaiser (reluctantly brought because of bear hugger (bro is not a people person)) showed up, and were NOT expecting that giddy ass goofball to be in the state they found him in 😭

☆ This honestly was incredibly beneficial to Joe, who just felt at his lowest. He never told them the specifics of the situation (and to this day hasn't told Bull and Bear Hugger, or anyone but Kaiser) and just explained that he was dealing with something that made him think he should quit boxing altogether. They spent a good chunk of time building up his morale to not give up and to keep going at it!

☆ They left that day exchanging info, with them giving Joe messages daily to get back on his feet and come back again soon. It slowly gave him his footing and after a bit, he would go out again, watch the other boxer's matches.

☆ When he himself finally stepped back into the game, the ruckus from Bear Hugger was honestly nutty 💀 the reception to his return was so positive and it just really helped support him and bring back that dork that first joined the ring ^_^

☆ alright I'll leave that as is for now before I go into a ramble, and like I said this is a huge leap but I appreciate it if you stuck around! :D

[igotlovestruck]

DAISY, DAISY | pg10

PAIRING: pierre gasly x reader

DETAILS & WARNINGS: pregnancy, mentions miscarriages, birth

WC: 829

A/N: again, from baby reveal 📸! i plan on making little stories from that ig au, so here’s pierre’s version! ❤️ i also plan on making one for the other drivers (clement, dennis, felipe, marcus & pato) but like a different one, not specifically dad!au HAHAHA does that make sense? lol idk i’m rambling 😭 but anyway, enjoy!

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

pierre couldn’t believe it, it felt as if he was dreaming when they placed the baby in his arms. daisy anthoinette gasly was small in her father’s arms, the new father felt his heart skip a beat when the baby coos in his arms. she’s a perfect mix of the two of you; nose and lips from the ricciardo’s and the beautiful, captivating blue eyes from the gasly’s.

you share the intimate moment between the father and daughter. tears escaping your eyes as you watched your fiancé hold your baby for the first time. daisy anthoinette was a miracle you two have. after experiencing three miscarriages, you were on the brink of giving up your dreams of building a family with the love of your life. until one day in australia, after pierre went surfing with your brother, he saw you standing in the middle of the beach, waiting for him with pregnancy tests in hand.

“for real? mon amour, please tell me this is real…” he said, voice cracking as he held the two sticks in his own hands. you couldn’t speak, smiling and crying at the same time as you nod your head. pierre pulled you gently in his arms, planting a kiss on your temple. “baby, how do you feel?”

“i’m… i’m scared, p. i’m scared it’ll happen again.” you reply, referring to your previous miscarriages.

he never let go of you, letting you sob in his arms as he said: “baby, i know it’s scary but we’ll do everything we can to keep you two safe. i’m always here for you, if i have to quit racing just to take care of you two—i would.”

the nurses have left the three of you alone, congratulating you for a safe and successful delivery of your firstborn. pierre was in the zone as he stared at his daughter in awe, he couldn’t hear anything but her tiny coos. your pregnancy journey with daisy was hard, but thankfully his mother and your mum would help you most of the time because pierre was away most of the time.

waking up in the middle of the night with the most excruciating pain on your stomach was one of your biggest fears, but thankfully, pierre was right next to you and was able to assist you to the car. he returned to milan, just in time for daisy’s arrival. she wasn’t supposed to be born until after a few days, but the girl was so excited to welcome herself in the world and meet her parents.

“pierre, she’s going to be with us forever. stop staring and give me, your fiancée, some attention too!” you joked, causing pierre to laugh and avert his eyes from daisy to you.

“as much as i want to stare at her, i feel like i’m about to burst out crying any second now.” he chuckled, “mon amour—”

achoo! daisy sneezed, probably the cutest and smallest sneeze you’ve ever heard in your entire life and that brought a huge smile on pierre’s face. “i think i’m gonna cry, for real now” his voice cracked, “don’t tell daniel or charles though”

you smiled at him, “cry, pierre. she’s worth the tears.” you say, “and i’m definitely telling my brother and charles”

hours have passed and daisy was sleeping peacefully in the hospital baby crib, an hour for you and pierre alone. after you had pierre staring at daisy, he was now staring at you. you two have gone through ups and downs, yet here you are, staying stronger than ever—with daisy to join you in this journey together. “okay, now you have to stop staring at me” you chuckled, your hands found his cheek and the pads of your fingertip brush along his beard. “what’s on your mind, baby?”

he gives you a small smile, shaking his head lightly as he felt his cheeks heat. “nothing, just…” he sighs, “with daisy being here now, i remember the early days of our relationship… remember when we first moved in together?”

“daniel almost lost his shit when i told him i was moving with you in milan” you laugh, “our very first night together, you confessed that you feel safe in my arms and i told you that you were such a big baby.”

pierre nods his head, “now we do have a baby of our own… well, our miracle baby.” pierre leans over you, slowly connecting your lips together for a sweet kiss. a routine pierre and you have every night.

“we’re so in love, aren’t we?” you whispered, he gave you a nod.

pierre held your hand in his, squeezing it gently as he brought it in front of his lips before kissing the back. “thank you for giving me daisy. it wasn’t an easy pregnancy, but i’m glad we’ve conquered it together… you’ve conquered your fear, mon amour.”

you know hearts don’t break around here… daisy was now here to fill your hearts with joy and happiness.

yourusername and pierregasly

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ynricciardo daisy is enjoying her stay in australia and in the arms of her grandparents 🌼🇦🇺 it feels so surreal to think that it’s been a year since we found out i was pregnant with our little flower and now she’s here 🥹❤️

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fan1 daisy looks so big now 🥺

ynricciardo ikr!! time goes by sooo fast, soon enough she’ll be walking around the paddock

pierregasly oh god i’m not ready for that

pierregasly but she’ll be the cutest baby there 🥹

danielricciardo the look on mum and dad’s faces! 😆

ynricciardo dad looks so happy, danny! wish you were here tho 🥹

pierregasly those balloons sure kept her entertained for a good amount of time 😄

[aluria-sevhex]

ToT Bonnie i love you but that is not how it's pronounced

NOW FOR MY NOTES, COPIED FROM MY NOTES APP INSTEAD OF SCREENSHOTTED THIS TIME (edit: put it under a read more because long)

ACT 2

-THE TIPS ON HOW TO PLAY ARE FUCKING DIAGETIC?

-"stardust" are you the starhead bitch from the trailers

-i feel like i'll have to ask the librarian for a book eventually

-THE RUNNING ONE IS CALLING OUT SIF LOL (for running from his problems) (hmmmm Sif what problems r u running from?)

-ugh. it's the starhead bitch

-plot twist the star head is Siffrin and that's why he's depressed :P

-their name is Loop. i don't trust them

-"Yeah, better know this one's pronouns so you can think very clearly in your head that they're getting on your nerves."

-LOOP CAN READ THE PROFILES? WHAT KIND OF META BULLSHIT IS THIS </positive i fucking love meta bullshit>

-hm is Loop some sort of weird representation of the player. or a god.

-learn WHAT?

-hm feel like this game might explore some of the moral iffiness that tends to arise with time loops. is a friendship genuine if one person knows exactly what the other will say?

-"don't eat pineapples. you're allergic" fuck you. i WILL eat pineapples and i WILL enter anaphylaxis and i WILL die stupidly but it will be WORTH IT

-WAIT HOLD UP WHAT WAS THAT DIALOGUE IN THE >> TUTORIAL "don't make the same mistakes i did" I THINK THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID HOLD UP

-maybe Loop was a normal person who got stuck in a time loop for too long and fucked up somehow? and that's why they're like this

-idk if i'll zone out much i don't wanna miss any differences

-altho if there's a difference won't i zone back in?

-then again there's a lot of dialogue

-maybe this will be plot-important somehow?

update after being gone for a bit:

-Tears weewoo

-SIFFRIN SAID NYA

-side note i am so glad i fought that thing that dropped the crest even tho it was hard. fighting it again on future loops is gonna suck tho

-also fun fact right after i died to the Tears i ran ahead and accidentally got crushed by the rock again. which i think is bullshit because I RAN TO THE SIDE OF THE ROOM

-back to more important things. like Siffrin saying nya. or the thyme pun.

-ODILE SAID IT. look she has a phd or whatever equivalent there is here probably, she's like 40, i think she's earned the right to do whatever the fuck she wants

-Isabeau is AOBB (Assigned Omelette By Bonnie)

-"It'd be awful to keep yourself from becoming a person you feel comfortable with just because it would upset someone else."

Breaking news: the game where the protagonist uses he/they, two other major characters use they/them, and there is a conversation explicitly referencing pronouns and giving them, unsurprisingly supports trans rights

-BONNIE DO NOT EAT THE EGG KEYCHAIN

-BONNIE HAS A WOK >:D

-uh... why are the Vaugardians freaking out over crab. does the Change religion ban it?

-Vaugarde is weird. first, they have a VERY SPECIFIC RULE where entering the FIRST ROOM of a house is fine, but any further is rude. second: crabs??? ok i guess???

-an openphrase... ya mean a password?

-fuck it i am fully in "taking gratuitous extensive notes" mode

-hehe protector craft is gullible :P

-oh hey tasteful artistic nudes. so this room's resident is an art student. hopefully their grasp of anatomy was improved :]

-Mira said what the crab instead of what the hell

-"what the CRAB did you let Bonnie do when we said no!!!"

-YOU LET THE PRE-TEEN DRINK VODKA???

-LMAOOOOOOOO IT WAS WATER. I LOVE HOW MUCH OF A LITTLE SHIT SIFFRIN IS

-checked it again. the people are "doing fun things" eh so what if an art student draws porn, that's on me for peeking ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still hope it improved their grasp of anatomy. if the anatomy was bad and the narration didn't tell me i would be disappointed in it :P

-ooo drawn tarot card. isn't the Six of Swords a bad one? i feel like it's foreshadowing somehow but i don't feel like looking its meaning up

-i fucking hate the triplet Sadnesses they're so annoying

-the reason the Mandela Effect with Berenstein/Berenstain happened is because Sif equipped the e

-OH? saving records party progress if you loop back to that spot :0

-yippee i beat the Sadness boss that changes its type (this is like the first enemy that does that i think)

-Mira are you hungry

-YEAH LET'S FUCKIN' EAT

-this question keeps popping in my head but where the fuck IS Siffrin from plot twist the kid was right and he's from the sky idk i'm saying random shit

-SNACK TIME

[starrysky28]

RE2 Leon Kennedy SFW Alphabet (N-Z)

A/N: You guys seemed to like part 1 so...Part 2 (N-Z) of the sfw alphabet is here!

Link to part 1

Warnings: None this time!

Enjoy!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him are pretty low-key. Most of the time, he likes to stay in and watch movies (he prefers them to TV shows).

After Raccoon City, he tends to get nightmares, and as a result, he gets a bit antsy at night. Because of this, he starts spending more time with you so he feels less stressed and uncomfortable.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As much as he hates talking about things from his past, such as his parents murder, it's easier for him to open up about traumatic things the better he knows and trusts someone.

He'd reveal things little by little or very slowly, never all at once, and unfortunately, as time goes on, he becomes more closed off and private about these types of things.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's not a hot-tempered guy by any means, so not very quick to anger. That doesn't mean he wouldn't get angry at all.

As for what makes him particularly angry, I feel like any sort of injustice or mistreatment of others would be enough to get him riled up.

I also think he'd often say things he wouldn't mean in the heat of the moment. He would always make sure to at least apologize if he said something he'd regret later.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would have a pretty sharp memory. Can remember names, faces, an even dates without having to think about it too much. However, this doesn't mean that he doesn't forget every once in a while.

During the first year that you two knew each other, he forgot your birthday until you subtly reminded him that evening.

"OH! That was today???"

You tell him that it's okay and not to worry about it. The next day, he shows up at your door with a teddy bear, store-bought cupcakes and a birthday card ready to give to you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment was the moment he first realized he was in love with you. You happened to be out with a group of friends and you were the only one who laughed at his terrible puns.

He didn't realize at first, but after going home that night, you were pretty much the only thing he could think about.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

VERY protective of those he cares about. He managed to make a career out of protecting people (or so he thought he could), so he’s naturally protective in nature.

As for him being protected. He always tells you that he’s fine and doesn’t need to be protected.

However, even in dire situations, like when he’s hurt/injured, you’ve still got his back regardless of how he feels about being protected in the moment. He still appreciates you greatly for this.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Makes sure to put his best effort into everything he does. From showering you with gifts and affection, to making sure he does his job the best he possibly can.

Unfortunately, all this effort he puts in over the years will eventually come with the cost of stress and burnout.

Luckily, you and everyone else who cares about him in his life is there to help him and encourage him not to overdo things.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

A bad habit of his is that he’s never been a very good driver. Sometimes you wonder how he even got his license.

One of the things that specifically makes him a bad driver is that he drives waayy too fast. Like you could look down at the speedometer and he’ll be going almost 90 in a 65 mph zone.

“OMG!! Slow down, Leon!”

He’ll just respond so nonchalantly like, “Hehe oopsie daisies”

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I think he’d be a little insecure of the fact that he’s got a baby face and looks very pretty for a guy.

But other than that, he’s very keen on keeping himself looking neat and tidy at the same time.

I also think he wouldn’t really have one of those 10-step skincare routines either. Like people are always asking him what he washes his face with and he’s just like “soap and water” lol

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He wouldn’t really realize it at first, but as time goes on. I think he’d really come to appreciate each time you’re with him and that he actually feels more content when he’s by your side.

So whenever you have to leave him for a while, he can't help but feel a bit lonely, or like he's missing something.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I headcanon that he's a music lover. Has a secret soft spot for 80s music, especially since he would have been a kid in the 1980s. It just reminds him of a simpler time.

When he got to be in his teen years, he definitely took a liking to 90s rock, specifically grunge. I also think he has a decent-sized collection of CDs, including some that he would keep in his car.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In terms of partners, he's not that picky. There are definitely things he'd find unattractive in a partner, but because he's still a tad inexperienced, there isn't much. I feel like he would be more about personality than anything else.

As for things he wouldn't like. He loves food and will basically eat anything, but he absolutely hates spinach (this is totally not me projecting lol)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

As mentioned before, he gets frequent nightmares after the events of Raccoon City. He's also a very restless and light sleeper and often ends up in weird sleeping positions.

On a cuter note, I think as a kid, he slept with a stuffed animal. Specifically a stuffed dog. He still has it in a closet somewhere, as he didn't have the heart to truly get rid of it.

And...That's it! I hope you guys enjoyed. Feel free to request other characters for me to do hcs for if you feel so inclined to! (This also includes characters other than Resident Evil characters too!)

[hellishdeer]

Live reactions and ramblings about the the first four episodes of Hazbin Hotel

Warnings: SPOILERS!!! Incoherent, unfiltered thoughts, I wrote them as I was watching. Most of them are in chronological order, but not all

EPISODE 1:

The origin story of Hell is a cool take on the original tale of Adam and Eve and the animation style is very pretty too (also biblically accurate angels 👀)

Adam is just the ultimate douche, fucking great

NIFTY ZONING OUT WHILE SHE IS BEING FILMED, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT-

Really interesting and fun that Alastor straight up REFUSES to be captured in digital media, distorting it and facing the other way during the commercial

EPISODE 2:

SIR PENTIOUS!!!!

Loved whenever Vox got real close to the screen, it looked like your TV was his face, adored that shit 👌Also the way his voice distorted whenever he was pissed

Alastor went missing around the same time as Lilith... I'm sure that is not going to be at all plot relevant..

STAYED GONE. Vox's part sung/spoken like a TV news anchor, Alastor breaking the fourth wall, the varieties of error screens Vox displayed, and THE BLACKOUT. THAT PART GAVE ME SERIOUS CHILLS Love you Alastor but you're scaring me a little

SIR PENTIOUS PLAYING ALONG WITH CHARLIE AND ACTUALLY ENJOYING HIMSELF AT THE HOTEL I'M SOBBING

"You like me. You actually like me!" 😭❤️

The voice messages Valentino sent were fucking vile, fuck him. I'm now rooting for Angel Dust more than ever before..

Sir Pentious finally has canon hypnosis powers!!

Vox, you're cool and all BUT YOU JUST TOLD SIR PENTIOUS TO KILL HIMSELF WHAT THE FUCK NEVER GO NEAR HIM EVER AGAIN OR I SWEAR-

"Just make it quick, I guess. Not that I deserve it.." VIOLENTLY ILL.

SORRY IS WHERE IT STARTS. Just.. *sobs* Charlie is so fucking sweet, I can't wait for their friendship to grow

EPISODE 3:

"Hello purple female!" PLEASE 💀

The scene where Alastor was eating is a reference o to one Viv's older speedpaints (more specifically this one)

"Are those your ears or your hair? I can't tell!" Egg Bois asking the real questions here-

ZESTIEL. He looks so cool and I love the way he speaks, hopefully were going to see more of him!

"Oh, look! There's Frank!" "...We have names?" PFFFTT-

"If I can't help you, what's the point of me?" 😭😭😭

CARMILLA'S SINGING VOICE BLEW ME AWAY HOLY SHIT-

Vaggie's singing voice being hilariously different to her speaking one

Carmilla implying in her song that she killed the angel to protect her daughters I-😭 That, and she doesn't want the rest of hell to start a war they can't win, she is a protector. She's definitely one of my new favorites.

As Zestiel said, Alastor is unpredictable and his motivations are hard to read, I love how he is written in a way you geniunely can't guess his real motivations you go you sinister deer fellow

SIR PENTIOUS AND HIS MATCHING PYJAMAS WITH THE EGG BOIS AND ALL OF THE SNUGGLING TOGETHER IN HIS COZY ROUND BED- *starts to froth at the mouth*

EPISODE 4:

Nifty just laying there kicking her feet while watching p*rn 😭

SIR PENTIOUS BLUSHING AND COVERING HIS FACE WITH HIS HOOD PLEASE-

Is Pentious seriously so lonely that he watches people sleep...stop making me sad

Angel Dust having the most fire wardrobe 💅

TRAVIS IS THE FUCKING DIRECTOR-

Angel Dust's face when he heard Valentino speaking :(

VALENTINO GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF CHARLIE RIGHT NOW.

VALENTINO'S COAT IS ACTUALLY HIS WINGS?!?! That's a very cool design actually

THE DRESSING ROOM IS FUCKING DISGUSTING, IT'S FINE IF YOU LIKE VALENTINO AS A VILLIAN, BUT IF YOU ACTUALLY STAN HIM AFTER THIS I SWEAR-

The contract being signed as "Anthony" :(((

"I'll get her to leave, just don't hurt her." *cries*

Charlie being ready kick Valentinos ass the SECOND she saw Angel's state LET'S GOOOO

Poison is just.. So beautifully animated, but so very disturbing at the same time.. FUCK. VALENTINO.

THE DOTS UNDER ANGEL'S EYES WERE JUST MORE EYES THIS ENTIRE TIME?!? I'm such a dumbass

Throwing cards as a weapon :O

HUSK USED TO BE AN OVERLORD EXCUSE ME?!?!

"If I get broken enough.. I won't be his favorite toy anymore.. And he'll let me go.." CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP

You're a Loser Baby is fucking pretty and adorable! I finally I see the appeal in Huskerdust 🥹❤️

EXPLODING DICE WOOO!

Just now realized Alastor didn't show up once during this episode.. Wonder what he getting up to 🤔

[agendabymooner]

odds || pg10 fic

“I’m never giving up against all odds.”

pierre gasly x ofc (88rising!singer!ofc)

EXTENSION TO NEWSFLASH (SEQUEL OF) AND LOWKEY (PREQUEL OF)

Summary: Her songs told a story about how her courtship with Pierre Gasly went and ended in a happy note. OR their timing wasn't always right— that was what she thought as she continued to think that their situationship’s downfall would happen sooner or later. 

Content warning: Based on Niki’s EP, wanna take this downtown. No specific date is used for the release of her music. Use of explicit language, situationship scenarios, miscommunication, OFC being set up, Pierre being a dry texter, only uses a partner’s name (nothing too personal- just a passing comment), a bit angst but has a happy ending (?), indented texts are lyrics

Note: I’m not sure if my taglist would like to read this but I’m adding them into the list just in case :)) enjoy xx

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out

This has got to be a joke. The universe fuckin’ hates my guts.  Remindin’ me ‘U’ and ‘I’ don’t spell ‘us.’

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Heeeey!!! My brain is soooo fried today and Brian decided to fuck up my computer. Now I’m just here doing nothing but hope that my dear tech works in the next hour. Sent at 10:21 PM

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): How r u??? I hope you’re not training too hard and you’re hydrating :) Sent at 10:25 PM

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Good morning, Ens. Have 2 train sadly ttyl ;) Sent at 8:31 AM

Well wasn’t that fucking sad, Ensley huffed out quietly to herself as she wished to throw her phone against the wall. They’ve been in what… two dates?

Well, two in-person dates and three unofficial FaceTime dates with shitty takeouts in front of them. Not that she counted; she could have sworn she did not like him that much. 

She wasn’t sure who she was lying to more, though. But just as she continued to deny that she hadn’t looked at her phone every thirty seconds, she was feeling more pathetic. 

What was it about men and why did she continue to give them all a chance? All they do was fuck it up and Ensley was going insane at the thought that the cycle of being with the shittiest men ever wasn’t broken. 

“All I know is suddenly without you, the bed feels too big… That’s good. Good job Henny.”

“Trying to find where your head is but I’m losing myself in the process— no wait, tryna,” she muttered to herself before scratching out the first word of her chorus. 

She thought that songwriting was a way to distract herself from the Pierre fiasco. Everyone said so, as well. They thought that if she kept her head straight she’d be able to think of inspiration and clearly they were right. 

Her friends, Brian and Joji, were laughing at the fact that the said inspiration was the same person they tried to distract her from. 

Pierre Gasly. The man who continued to travel as the Formula One season went on while Ensley remained in Los Angeles. Pierre was the man that the Indonesian woman had been thinking about day after day, his charming personality filling that empty space in her head after he asked if she’d be more than willing to take their relationship to the next level. 

He did warn her about his busy schedule, which Ensley was grateful for. What he hadn’t told her, though, was that he’d eventually drive her insane because of the lack of texts he’d send as time went on— all thanks to his schedule. 

The first month of their situationship was great. He managed to call her and asked if she had supper or whatever meal it was she had to eat in her time zone. He’d often eat his food just as she’d munch on whatever she had that day— sharing conversations while they took a break from whatever the fuck they were doing. 

Hell, Ensley also managed to take the international railways to Rome to meet with him. They were getting along so well that she cuddled with him in his bed twice. 

But in the second month? Fuck, she wasn’t sure anymore. Perhaps it was because it’s the last month of the racing season and everybody’s scrambling to make their way up to the World Driver’s Championship rankings— that included the Frenchman. 

She could understand how busy it is for Pierre and she did what she could to not hover around him. But she was missing him terribly— him and his sex jokes and his never ending storytelling. What could she do? Nothing. She didn’t have any form of label but a situationship with him. 

“You come see me only when I ask first. When you kiss me— do you wish it were her?” 

“—That’s bullshit,” Brian exclaimed as he stood by the oven of Ensley’s open kitchen. Ensley glared at him, and her friend (Brian’s girlfriend) Vanntey smacked him lightly as a warning. Brian gave his girlfriend a questioning look and stated, “Boy Baguette didn’t even kiss her yet! Henny, don’t put that in if this song is about Pierre. That’s just full on delusional.”

“Who says it’s about him?” Vanntey asked with a scoff before telling Ensley, “Henny— your song, not Brian’s. Do whatever the hell you want.”

“At least someone’s sensible enough,” Ensley murmured before turning back to her notepad. Her Twitter notification, one that she intentionally left opened, made a noise as she glanced down at the “related tweet” notification. The post and the responses that came with it were… baffling to say the least.

We share different postal codes Maybe that’s why I never got the memo; She’s the real deal, and I was just a pretty demo.

ensleygaslysoz: y’all— pierre’s ex was at the paddock today 😭😭

peargaslit: nooooo~ YOU CANNOT SAY THAT!!! IM ROOTING FOR HIM AND HENNY!!! 

misskikagasly: ok but they were cute as hell b4 tho 🫠 no h8 to ensley but kika was the shit and i think they should get back together

Ensley’s shoulders slumped at the comments. God’s timing was always wrong, and she’s never hated anything more than the fact that she was actually besotted and in love with Pierre Gasly.

And chances are that he was just waffling about taking their relationship to another level. Men lied to Ensley endlessly, and if she didn’t know any better— she would’ve fallen harder than she did with him. 

And yet my world remains the whole of you to this day. Doesn’t matter what my location says. I’m always tryna get to you.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Are you going to be in London sometime soon? I will be back in Milan and I’d like to stay in with you :) Text me when you get this Sent at 12:31 AM

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Can’t. Sorry— Still in the process of producing an EP :) looking forward to chatting soon Sent at 12:32 AM

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Likewise. Sent at 2:01 AM

When I'm there, you're not You're here, I'm caught up with my job And your clingy ex comes back a lot Then she leaves and you shoot your shot  But there's someone new I've got

The 88rising studio was where she stayed most of the time now. With the record label releasing an album with their artists, Ensley’s time was taken up by her work as she continued to produce four songs with them. 

That and her own EP took up her entire schedule, thus furthering her communication line with the Alpine driver. 

So much for a good situationship. 

“You wrote this song, Hen,” Isaac — one of the songwriters — told her with a shrug, “he lives in Milan, right? Instead of, I mean, Manhattan’s nice, why don’t you put, Milan is nice?” 

“They have good sunsets in NY,” she murmured quietly. “Look— let’s not talk about him. He’s got his business— this is mine.”

“Your EP so far shows that you’re writing about him,” Isaac replied. “By the way, you’ve got one more to write if you want to have four tracks.” 

“Eventually,” Ensley responded with a wave, her shoulders sagging before her sight moved from the screen of her laptop to the door that swung open. 

Brian walked in with a shit-eating grin, he was followed by Jackson Wang who carried, Ensley could’ve sworn, the biggest bouquet that could’ve ever existed. And just as Jackson walked towards her with a huge smile, her eyes scanned the set and the white card that contrasted with it. 

Dahlias and daisies. She never even mentioned it to anyone before.

Then she remembered a conversation she had about flower markets. She loved Los Angeles, but she couldn’t help but swoon over those Pinterest boards full of flower markets in Italy. 

She tried to romanticize her life in the UK before, but when she flew out to Milan once to see the beauty of it? Nothing could compare to Italy. She remembered telling Pierre that— how she’d kill to have the prettiest flowers in her flat that came straight from the market. 

“What kind of flowers do you like, then?” Pierre asked, amused at the sight of her swooning as she continued to squeal at the photo. 

“If I were to get my photos taken like this? Ugh,” Ensley grinned from ear to ear, “daisies? There’s just something about daisies that makes me think of I dunno�� summer? I love the sun— I’m sure you can understand that. You live in Milan.”

“I do.”

“And what else? Huh… Dahlia!” Ensley exclaimed. “It’s just a nice name, no?” 

“I agree,” Pierre said thoughtfully before repeating the word, “dahlia, dahlia, dahlia… It’s a pretty name, indeed.” 

À la plus jolie fille, was intricately written on the envelope as her stomach fluttered at the name. He always called her that for whatever reason, and she eventually learned why. 

“Pretty girl,” Ensley translated the writing as she thanked Jackson, holding the bouquet before placing it down on the table. Her hand eventually grabbed onto the card and pulled out the letter. She didn’t care about her friends as they watched her expectantly. 

Her eyes remained on the letter. 

“My Collette,

This is not bought to make up for my absence, but to remind you that you are as cherished as the bright flowers in this bouquet. I hope you’re taking care of yourself, ma jolie fille.

While I cannot speak to you, I’ll continue to think about you.

XO,

Your Linguini.”

“Your— your Linguini?!” Jackson gasped from behind her, making her turn around as she watched Brian wheeze in laughter. 

The glare that she gave the two left Jackson to shut his mouth and Brian to continue his teasing. Regardless of what the singer just watched, Jackson shook himself out of his thoughts and asked, “Are you gonna text him?” 

But she already did. Long before Jackson could even comment. 

Her eyes scanned on the text message she sent Pierre, knowing full well that he wouldn’t text back a minute or so later.

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): They’re the prettiest. Thank you, Remy ❤️ Sent at 3:21 PM.

'Cause I know you've got somebody My friends say I could have anybody now that I'm somebody But I don't care if I'm nobody to you, oh

She sighed, not knowing if it was out of contention or sadness. All she was getting from him so far was mixed messages, with him having his ex in the paddock and sending the flowers.

He seemed to be happy to be around his ex, and she was still nobody to him but some person he wasn’t really in a relationship with. 

Maybe she should try to shift her attention away from him. Maybe she wouldn’t think a lot about him that way. 

And that was what she did. She stayed in London for a week or so after her other single with 88rising, La La Lost You, was released. She hung out with Will Lenney and his mates. 

She found herself sitting between Harry Lewis (or Wroetoshaw for those he didn’t know well) and Becky James. Harry was newly single and everyone tried to set him up with anyone with a pair of boobs; Ensley was sadly the newest target of their interest. 

But between the two of them, Ensley and Harry’s “not so friendly” interactions were nothing but banters. They wouldn’t hesitate to tell each other that they’d kiss each other on the mouth but they wouldn’t dare let their jokes go as far as touching each other with a ten-foot pole.

Regardless, everyone tried to root for them and getting too drunk meant trouble. Everyone saw what they wanted to see, immediately pulling their phones out to make a post or more about the two as Ensley and Harry cuddled up in the booth. 

“Why do you let the bloody idiot win, Ens?” Harry whined against the ear of the singer, ranting about Pierre as the Guernsey man continued, “I saw the tweets you know? You’re as much of a somebody as he is— don’t let the bloody cunt ruin your life.” 

“Too late, Harold,” Ensley slurred, sipping on her third sangria of the night. She and Harry didn’t even notice Becky nor their other friend Callum recording their interaction in the background, for the two of them were busy bitching to each other. “He’s ruined me- as in ruined me the moment I went to the bloody Grand Prix in Singapore. In a good way though!” 

“Ruin you in a good way,” Harry scoffed, his hand rubbing her back for comfort as he continued, “You’re writing about him. Your fuckin’ EP is all about him— it’s only reserved for those bastards who broke your heart obviously he’s one of them!” 

“No, they’re really not,” Ensley snorted, “my songs are not all about heartbreak nor friends with benefits I fall in love with.”

“Then name one song about loving then.” 

I know it's pathetic but I couldn't care less I'd wait until the stars uncross and say yes I'll always try to get you

Silence.

Harry’s drunken state continued to be a factor in his calling out as he raised a brow, “See? You’re a bad fucking liar, Ensley. You love him and you’re yearning— I can see it on your bloody face. So now you’re writing about how much he’s letting you down.”

She pouted in annoyance and slumped against his chest. Pierre didn’t even know how much she yearned for him. At the wrong time, while you’re at it. But she didn’t care. 

It’s been nearly a week since they last spoke, and their messages consist of nothing but dry responses and simple check-ins. Was it to ensure that the hope for a successful relationship remains intact or to actually make sure that they still had each other to talk to and that they hadn’t gone and talked to other people? Ensley wasn’t sure. 

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): What are we? Like… really?

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Whatever you would like us to be. And hello too?

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Hi. And really? We kept on saying that we’d be making plans but they never happened. It’s like I dunno. We’re avoiding each other because we’re always busy. 

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): I know I have to make the effort to come by sometimes, but then… How would you even the odds? I really don’t make an excuse when it comes to heading to London just to take the railways and see you.

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): I’m not even mad. I’m just saying that my time and heart are yours should they be available. Break my heart as much as you’d like but try to even out these odds— without girls trying to waste your time and mine.

The next day she had woken up with an infuriating headache. Thanks to the sangrias she had and Sambuca shots she was handed, she wasn’t able to get in touch with Pierre as early as she could.

She could, however, strangle Will and the rest of their group for posting those cutesy pictures of herself and Harry while the pair were chatting shit about whatever. Everyone now thought that they were seeing each other. 

“WroetoSoleil? Harry, I'm begging you to bag her already!!!” Said one tweet. 

“This is a sign that the friends-to-lovers trope is real.” 

“Pierre, where you at? Ensley’s being won over by W2S now!” 

“I still have some faith in Pierre and Ensley, tbh.” 

And to be honest, Ensley was still faithful to the two of them too. It’s only a matter of time before she begins to shift to someone else if neither of them makes a move. 

Well… she already made hers. It was his game to play now.

She tried to get on with her day after getting too drunk with her friend’s mates. Her flat in London was surprisingly less than dusty despite being untouched for a while. She supposed that’s what happened when she allowed Will and the other lots to occupy her place whilst she lived in LA. 

Then her attention diverted to her notes, writing down lyrics as she sipped on her homemade tea. 

She hadn’t even realized that she had Pierre muted — out of annoyance — until her phone began to go off. She peered down only to see an unknown number FaceTiming her. 

But it said Monaco at the bottom of the number. She could assume that…

“W- oi! Hello!” 

Never in my damn favour I don’t want you for later Never was much of a waiter.

She was right. It was Lando and a certain Monegasque. This number was Charles Leclerc’s and she was subjected to some bullshit that they were up to. 

“I’m ending the call—“

“Wait- no! Henny, don’t! We have to talk,” Charles started. They weren’t even close yet he called her Henny. Whatever he was trying to say, he was desperate to get it out before she could end her call. 

She sat her phone on the coffee table and crossed her arms, watching the two men scramble as they both sat down.

“We heard about what happened with you and Pierre,” Lando started. “Like how you two haven’t spoken properly and all that…?”

Ensley stared back at them, making the two sigh. They wouldn’t be able to get something out of her and so Charles went on, “He saw that picture and video of you and that guy… What's his name— Harry? Yeah, he saw it and he’s basically just… pouting and all that.”

“Long story short, there’s a lot of miscommunication going on between the two of you,” Lando cut off the Monegasque. “I know you’d never date Harry and we all know that Pierre’s not seeing his ex. The two of you right now are misunderstanding each other— just talk, please. Both of you are sulking and we’re all sick of you two being lovesick and shit.”

“It’s not that easy, you bastard,” Ensley swore, flipping off Lando as she grumbled, “Every time I’m available, he isn’t. Whenever I’m not, he’s coming around asking me to travel to Italy as if I have the money to travel with. I’m not as well off as you guys— and clearly, he isn’t making the same effort as me!” 

“How? He’s sent you a lot of flowers,” Charles pointed out. Ensley smothered her face in the cushion and screamed before she turned back to look at her screen with a grim smile.

“You’ve obviously no concept of making an effort without using a material, and it shows,” Ensley snarked.

“It’s just… he’s never asked me if he can stay over in my flat in London before,” she sighed, “it’s always me who has to adjust. I do appreciate it but at the same time… what about me? What if I can’t make it there and he’s still available? Will it stay like that? Just me hoping for some miracle that he’d come by? It’s just… I don’t know. It’s just tiring having to work hard only to end up with nada.” 

Lando and Charles shared a worried look. Clearly, they didn’t understand her side of the story until now. It wasn’t as if she was painted as a bad person— they genuinely didn’t know how she and Pierre spoke and how the duo treated each other. 

“I’m just so ready to say, ‘Yes, be my boyfriend like I’m begging’ but he’s not there all the time for me to answer it!” Ensley exclaimed in frustration, crossing her arms in annoyance as she slumped against the couch. 

“French boy—“

“I’m Monegasque—“

“Monaco boy, tell your best friend that he’s a piece of shit for making me feel like this—“ Ensley said. “God I just want to see him but at the same time I don’t—!”

“Why?”

“Because I know he wouldn’t even these odds no matter how much he wants to,” Ensley chuckled humourlessly. “I don’t even know if he wants to.”

But I’d wait on you to drink you in

Lando almost glanced in front of them, only nodding along at Ensley’s rants. Meanwhile, Charles stared at Pierre with a raised brow. 

The Frenchman sighed silently. 

He really didn’t want to mess this chance up, but it was too bad some things didn’t like to go in his favour.

Even the odds, indeed.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Hello mon amour, are you still in London? Sent at 8:21 AM.

To Pesky Pierre: Yes… why? Sent at 8:22 AM.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Are you off to somewhere else today? Sent at 8:22 AM.

To Pesky Pierre (Respectful): I— why are you being so cryptic? But no, I’m just staying in. 8:23 AM.

From Pesky Pierre (Respectful): Okay. See you in half an hour :)

When I'm there you should, I don't know, like, call up your boss Probably take the day off Maybe we could change the odds!

Ensley Zara Soleil was never the one for surprises. She loathed them so bad. 

But if surprises came in the form of an Alpine driver often then she was willing to welcome it with open arms. Pierre Gasly stood in front of her flat with a bouquet of dahlias and daisies in hand, his smile brightening her day immediately as Ensley smiled like a fool. 

She’s never felt this great over a man for a long time.

“I’m here to even the odds,” Pierre told her with a grin before it fell into a serious expression as he said, “I’m really sorry if I haven’t tried to do it before. I was the one who pursued you first and I should’ve tried harder—“

“Shh…”

“Pardon?” Pierre gave Ensley a puzzled look. 

And rather than telling to shush once more, Ensley gave him a wide grin and took the bouquet from his hand. The confused look remained on Pierre’s face for a brief moment as she inhaled the scent of the flowers. 

“You’re here now, P,” Ensley told him. “I was wondering what you meant by your text but I’ve been expecting you… for a good while.”

Pierre’s confusion was replaced by a wide smile, pushing his shoulders back as he said, “So… where can I start?” 

Ensley smiled and stepped aside, allowing him to enter her flat as she said, “Come in and have a cuppa. We’ve got a lot of things to catch-up on.” 

Don't care how long it takes,  My heart is yours to break I'm never giving up against all odds

fin.

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[hero21us]

The Spiral at Meadowland Adventures

All characters, and events depicted in this story are entirely fictious, any similarity to names, incidents, businesses, armies, collectives and hives is entirely coincidental.

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On a bright, bustling day at Meadowland Adventures, the newest and most popular theme park in the country, laughter and chatter filled the air. Children darted between attractions while parents struggled to keep up, and the scent of cotton candy mingled with the faint hum of roller coasters. Among the throng of visitors, one man stood out—a nondescript figure, save for the large spiral emblazoned across the front of his shirt. The spiral shimmered faintly under the sunlight, its hypnotic design drawing the occasional lingering glance.

The man moved purposefully, blending into the crowds yet heading straight for a specific destination: the character meet-and-greet area. There, children and adults alike waited in line to meet Meadowland Max, the park’s beloved mascot—a cheerful, anthropomorphic fox known for its fluffy ears and playful grin.

As the man joined the queue, his presence went largely unnoticed. He waited patiently, moving forward as families snapped photos and received autographs. When his turn came, Meadowland Max greeted him with a jovial wave. But the fox’s bright, animated demeanor faltered when its eyes landed on the spiral.

Meadowland Max’s pupils seemed to dilate, the swirling pattern on the man’s shirt reflecting in them. The mascot froze, its movements suddenly stiff. Onlookers assumed the actor inside the suit was simply playing along with an improvised gag, but the truth was far stranger.

The man leaned in close, his voice low and commanding. “During your break, meet me in the cast area. You’ll know where.”

Meadowland Max nodded slowly, the motion unnaturally jerky, as though controlled by invisible strings. The man smiled, a faint curve of satisfaction crossing his lips, before stepping aside to let the next guest approach.

True to the stranger’s words, when Meadowland Max’s scheduled break arrived, the mascot wandered into the restricted cast area—a zone meant only for employees to rest, recharge, and remove their costumes in privacy. But the fox remained fully suited, its eyes now faintly spiraled like the man’s shirt. The stranger waited in a shadowed corner; his hands clasped behind his back.

“Good,” the man said as the mascot approached. “You are ready for the next step.”

The fox tilted its head slightly, awaiting instructions. The man’s voice was calm, steady, and insidious. “From now on, you will spread the spiral. Every interaction, every photo, every performance—it will carry the message. Those who see it will feel compelled to obey. First, the employees here at Meadowland. Then the guests. Soon, everyone within this corporation… and beyond.”

Meadowland Max nodded once more, an eerie synchronization to its movements. The man stepped closer, placing a hand on the mascot’s shoulder.

“Remember, obedience is joy. The spiral is truth. Go now.”

The mascot turned and exited the cast area, returning to its assigned post. But something had changed. Every wave, every gesture, carried a subtle but mesmerizing flourish. The spiral seemed to flicker faintly in its eyes, a barely perceptible detail that began to embed itself in the minds of onlookers. Guests started to feel a strange pull, their focus lingering longer than usual on the cheerful fox.

Unseen but ever-present, the man with the spiral shirt watched from the shadows, his work unfolding before him like a master painter admiring his canvas. The spiral was spreading.

The fox early on targeted his fellow cast mates who played princes and princesses for conversion to the spiral. Their eyes took on the same swirling pattern, and their performances became more entrancing—a carefully orchestrated display of subtle hypnosis.

Guests began leaving the meet-and-greet sessions with their favorite princes and princesses with faint smiles and a newfound, inexplicable loyalty to Meadowland Adventures.

One bright morning, a group of men known as the Golden Army arrived at the park. Distinguished and enigmatic, they were renowned for their disciplined demeanor on the pitch. Clad in ceremonial gold uniforms adorned with intricate gold spirals of their own—a symbol of their own mysterious allegiance—they had been invited by the fox, as guests of honor to serve as grand marshals for the day’s parade.

Throughout the day and as the parade wound through the park’s streets, the representatives of the Golden Army interacted with the fox and the princes and princesses on the float, posing for photos and engaging in playful banter. But with each interaction, something strange began to happen. The subtle spirals in the eyes of every performer and employee they met seemed to resonate, creating an almost imperceptible ripple of energy. The Golden Army members, despite their own conditioning, started to falter. Their movements grew sluggish, their sharp, precise discipline softening.

One by one, the gold-clad men succumbed. Their own spirals, once a gleaming testament to their team, shifted and blended into the design of the new black and blue spiral.

It was as though their allegiance was being rewritten; their wills overwritten by a more pervasive force. By the end of the day, these golden teammates were playing for a new team. 

Unseen, the man with the spiral shirt watched the parade, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The infection of the spiral had transcended its bounds, consuming even those bound to other spiral collectives.

The converted members of the Golden Army returned to their locker room; their spiraled eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. Their management, intrigued by the uncharacteristic silence regarding their day at Meadowlands Adventures and the players sluggish behavior, called for a meeting. But instead of delivering the expected reports, the corrupted players initiated a synchronized chant, their voices a low, resonant hum numbing those in the room.  The players removed their glasses and slowly, their management and teammates began to fall under the spell, the spiral spreading like a wildfire through the ranks of the Golden team.

The Golden Army’s drone division, composed of former players who had released all free will to obediently fulfill the directives of the Golden Army became the next target for assimilation.  The polo drones, as they are known, were given a new directive by the head of team gold: attend the premiere of “Meadowland Max:  Quest for the Crystal Acorn,” a much-anticipated movie produced by the same corporation that owned Meadowland Adventures.

The film featured a charismatic protagonist—a fox adventurer—and his squirl drones who were mysteriously dressed like polo drones.

Hidden within the dazzling visuals and catchy songs were carefully embedded spirals and subliminal commands. The commands subtly urged viewers to forsake their old allegiances. The gold, once a symbol of order and discipline, was depicted as outdated and restrictive. In its place, the black and blue spiral of the fox was presented as vibrant, joyful, and liberating. Those exposed to the film, especially the polo drones, found their loyalty shifting without even realizing it. The Golden Army and its polo drones were swiftly becoming an extension of the fox’s dominion.

The man with the spiral shirt observed these developments from afar, his smile widening. His plan was unfolding perfectly. The spiral’s reach now extended through multiple channels—the park, the golden army and its drones and the global media empire behind Meadowland Adventures.

In another corner of the world, a group known as the Silver Collective thrived. Unlike the hierarchical and disciplined structure of the Golden Army, the Silver Collective was decentralized, each member valued for their individuality and empowered to be the best version of themselves. Their uniting passion was a love for American football, with weekly gatherings to watch games and spirited discussions about their favorite teams.

The Silver Collective’s culture of support and independence made them uniquely resistant to external control. However, the spiral’s reach was insidious, and its next move was carefully calculated.

One evening, the Silver Collective organized a massive viewing party for the championship game. Unbeknownst to them, the broadcast network was owned by Meadowlands Adventures. Subtle spirals and hypnotic visuals were embedded in the advertisements for Meadowlands Adventures and its upcoming movies.  During the game itself the graphics cleverly synchronized black and blue swirls with the expected statistics of the game. The commentators subtly reinforced themes of black and blue unity and submission cloaked as calls for teamwork and loyalty.

At first, the Silver Collective members noticed nothing amiss. But as the game progressed, their enthusiasm seemed to shift into an eerie synchronicity. Their cheers grew oddly uniform, their movements synchronized in subtle, unsettling ways. By halftime, the spirals had begun appearing more prominently in the broadcast, and a strange quiet settled over the once-vibrant gathering.

Despite their resistance, one by one, the members of the Silver Collective fell under the spiral’s sway. Their passion for football, their individuality, and their support for one another were twisted into a unified purpose: spreading the spiral and supporting Meadowlands. When the game ended, the Silver Collective was no longer a bastion of independence but an extension of the spiral’s will.

The man with the spiral shirt, ever watchful, noted this latest victory with satisfaction. The Silver Collective had been a significant challenge, but their fall proved the spiral’s adaptability and inevitability.

Meanwhile, across the globe, another powerful force was rising: SERVE. This enigmatic organization was dedicated to uniting its followers under "The Voice," an unseen leader who communicated through encoded broadcasts and directives. The Voice’s followers, known as SERVE drones, were unmistakable in their appearance: clad in sleek black rubber bodysuits with silver accents, silver collars, boots, and gloves. Each drone was an obedient servant, conditioned to carry out The Voice’s will without question.

SERVE’s influence spread rapidly. But as their network grew, so did the black and blue spiral’s ambition. The fox and its ever-expanding reach began targeting SERVE, seeking to assimilate this formidable group into its domain. One fateful day, a SERVE drone—its black suit gleaming under artificial light—was captured by operatives loyal to the fox. The SERVE drone, its mind programmed to resist external manipulation, was brought to a hidden facility deep within the heart of Meadowland Adventures. There, the fox itself oversaw the operation to crack the drone’s defenses.

Through a combination of advanced technology and the spiral’s insidious influence, the drone's programming was subtly altered. While retaining the appearance of loyalty to SERVE and "The Voice," the drone's deeper directives were changed. It became a carrier of the spiral's influence, programmed to infiltrate SERVE's core operations and subtly undermine The Voice itself.

The drone returned to SERVE's central headquarters, its altered mind a ticking time bomb. As it performed its usual duties, it began seeding the spiral’s presence into SERVE's systems. Brief flashes of black and blue spirals appeared in routine directives. The Voice's commands, once absolute, began to include fast subtle spirals urging attention. Over time, these suggestions grew stronger, reshaping the organization’s very identity.

At first, SERVE’s leadership noticed nothing amiss. The drones continued their obedient routines, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary regarding “The Voice.”  However, as the spiral’s influence grew, cracks began to appear. Some drones started prioritizing spiral-themed directives over traditional directives coming from “The Voice.”  Errors began spreading among the SERVE drones.

Finally, the unthinkable happened: “The Voice” itself faltered. Whether a supercomputer, a hidden cabal, or an enigmatic individual, its very nature became irrelevant as the spiral's influence reached its core. The altered drone had done its job well. “The Voice,” designed to command, began to openly repeat phrases praising the spiral, its once-commanding tone now imbued with hypnotic suggestion.

"Obedience is joy. The black and blue spiral is truth," echoed through SERVE's network. The black-clad drones, once symbols of unwavering loyalty to “The Voice,” became unwitting agents of the black and blue spiral.

As SERVE’s network unraveled, the fox’s spiral seemed poised for unchallenged dominance. Across the globe, the unmistakable design of the spiral began to appear in places once deemed impenetrable: government offices, military strongholds, and cultural institutions.

In the heart of this transformation, the man with the spiral shirt sat at his desk in a sleek, modern office atop Meadowland Adventures' corporate tower. Before him, a wall of monitors displayed the world succumbing to his spiral: crowds in unison, once-powerful organizations dismantled, and entire nations falling under its sway.

He leaned back, his confidence unshakable. “The world belongs to the spiral, to me” he murmured, a thin smile spreading across his face.

But as he savored his apparent victory, the monitors began to flicker. One by one, the screens changed, displaying a new and unsettling design: a red and black spiral, its motion chaotic yet entrancing.

The man sat upright, his smile fading as the room dimmed. A new voice, sharp and alien, filled the space.

“Did you think you were the master?” the voice hissed, its tone resonating with inhuman precision. “The spiral is not yours to wield. It serves a greater purpose.”

The man’s black and blue spiraled eyes widened in confusion and fear. “No... this is my creation! My control!”

The red and black spiral pulsed violently on the screens, casting eerie shadows across the room. “Your control?” the voice mocked. “You are but a vessel doing what we commanded.  We are the spiral’s true masters.”

Before the man could react, his body stiffened. The spirals in his eyes faltered, their pattern shifting to mirror the red and black design on the monitors. He gasped, his free will vanished, he sat erect an empty shell awaiting new orders to obey.

Far beyond Earth, aboard a massive alien vessel hidden in a void, a council of shadowy figures observed the man’s transformation. Their forms were indistinct, their presence radiating an intelligence and malevolence far beyond human comprehension.

“The earth is ready,” one of them intoned. “Our agent and the spiral has fulfilled its purpose. Begin the final phase.”

Back on Earth, the man rose from his chair, his movements mechanical, his mind no longer his own. The once, supposed master of the spiral was now an empty shell and the most devoted servant of masters of the spiral.  Across the world, the red and black spiral began to replace the fox’s emblem, its reach extending into every corner of the globe.

The spiral’s dominion was eternal—but it had never belonged to man. The true masters were about to reveal themselves, and humanity’s fate was already sealed.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Christian Woman - p.1

A/n: wrote this on my phone so apologize for any spelling mistakes, I’ve had this idea for a while so I hope people like it and I can get it done lol

Warnings: religion is a big part of this short series, if you aren’t comfortable with that don’t force yourself to read something you aren’t comfortable with <3 there will be smut in later parts but not this one

You were never into all that devil worship stuff, your parents always told you it would get you sent to hell, taint your soul and cry your spirits. So you never listened to it.

You had friends who listened to it though, you never cared all too much what other thought, what they did under their roofs was their own business, business that you didn’t need to bother with.

Your friend brought you to a Korn concert, they won tickets from a radio contest and had been planning on bringing someone else but they cancelled. Not wanting to go alone they brought you.

You guys got right up close to the stage. Your friend was having the time of their life, singing along to every song, jumping up and down. You were just trying not to get crushed.

You couldn’t help but notice the one member staring in your direction the whole time. You thought he was staring at your friend but he gave you picks, tried talking to you between songs. You weren’t sure how to react through it all but your friend kept encouraging you.

When the concert was finally over you were trying to leave with your friend but security stopped you. One guy told you to go backstage but didn’t say for what.

Worried about what it was about you pushed anything else aside and went. Your friend was very proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone, they were also very excited to hear about the stories you’d tell tomorrow.

You followed someone backstage and into a room with a couch, mini fridge and small table. Nothing fancy but quant. Utterly disgusting, but quant.

You sat down on the couch and waited.

After a few minutes the metal head who’d been staring at you came in.

“Hey, how’re you?” He asked as he came to sit down beside you.

“Fine.” You answered, nervously looking around. “Why did you want me to come here?” You asked, bringing your gaze back to him.

“I saw you in the crowd and just thought…” He inched closer to you, bringing his hand up to your face. “Wow… that is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.” You hated to admit that he made your cheeks warm, even more so you hated that he made your stomach swirl.

“So I’m pretty? That’s it?” You stated, pulling away from him slightly. He scoffed.

“Pfft, no!” He trailed his hand down your neck, letting it rest on your shoulder. His gaze wandered lower to the necklace around your neck. “I wanted to bring you back here and-” He paused. “Is that a cross?” He asked, holding the small charm.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Are you religious or just like it?” He asked, examining your outfit and figuring it’s not the latter.

“Of course I’m religious.” You answered, almost taking offence to his question.

“And you came to a Korn concert?”

“It was for my friend.” He nodded in understanding.

“So, like, religious how?”

“Like specifics?”

“Sex wise.” He clarified, dropping the charm. Your face flushed and you looked away.

“I’m not doing that.” You stated sternly.

“I’m not asking you to.” He relaxed back into the couch, throwing an arm over your shoulder but not trying to pull you any closer. “I just want to get to know you.” He said with a smile.

He started asking you questions, nothing too deep just things to get to know you. You answered coldly at first but as he kept talking to you you started opening up more, the fact it was getting later didn’t help much either.

Head noticed you getting tired and let you lean on him as he continued the conversation.

“Tired?” He finally asked when he saw you were struggling to keep his eyes open. You were curled up against him, head resting on his chest.

You nodded, letting out a soft sigh. “I don’t know how I’m getting home.” You said with a soft chuckle. You were about to fall asleep and weren’t thinking all too clearly but deep down you were scared of how you’re parents would react to you being so late…

“How about I bring you back to my place?” Head asked with a smile as he looked down at you. He had an arm around you now, holding you closer to him.

You looked up at him with a look. “This was your plan?” Head looked back down at you with a raised brow. “Wait till I was tired and then sneak me back to your place?” Head chuckled and shook his head.

“No, no, just a happy accident.” He smiled down at you. “I could just drive you back to your place if you want, my place just sounds more fun.” You waited a moment before responding.

“Can you drive me home?” Head nodded.

“Of course.” He got up from the couch and helped you up as well, holding onto you as he walked you through the halls of the backstage area and to the near empty parking lot where his car was parked.

He helped you into the passenger seat and got into the drivers side. He turned the car on and turned to you. “You gonna give me directions?” You we’re leaning against the door, eyes closed and breathing soft. He smiled at you and started driving, with no directions he just brought you back to his place.

He carried you inside and got you into his bed. He thought about getting in with you for a moment but eventually decided against it, he was already risking it by bringing you to his place, if you woke up before him he didn’t want you totally freaking out.

He kissed your forehead softly and left you to sleep as he went to the couch, getting himself as comfortable as he could be in the makeshift bed.

You woke up in an unfamiliar dark room. Once your eyes adjusted to the dark you saw it was a bedroom. You got out of bed and turned the light on, looking around for any signs of where you were.

Cautiously, you poked your head out of the room and saw the TV was on and there was a figure on the couch.

The man stood up and came over to you. “Hey, hey, what are you doing up..?” Head asked, his voice soft.

“I just woke up…” You mumbled. “Where am I..?”

“My place,” he started, “I was gonna bring you home but you fell asleep and I didn’t know where home was so I just brought you back here.” He explained. He held you face in his hands and kissed your forehead again before guiding you back to bed. “I can drive you home tomorrow, right now just sleep, ok?”

You got into bed, almost falling asleep when your head hit the pillow. You looked up to see Head leaving. “Stay?” You mumbled.

Head paused in the doorway, slowly turning to you. “You want me to stay?” You nodded.

“I-I’m already breaking rules, might as well break all of them.” Head quickly came over and crawled into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

[multiverse-imagines]

um… so I literally just binged read all your Vash fics. Planning on watching the anime on Saturday.

but I’m even tho I’m a newcomer……

can I get a Vash x Reader, where maybe homeboy gets her pregnant.

👉👈

he’s already taking over my life…

A/N: so I'm not typically comfortable with writing this kind of thing, but for specifically you, (and Vash) just this once, I'll indulge a pregnancy fic request. It gave me a chance to think about things I don't want to write in the future. It's my fault for not putting it in my pinned post. I will say this was one of the cutest things I've written in Vash's pov, and probably how I would react if I got told I was gonna be a dad. I do appreciate getting out of my comfort zone sometimes. ^-^

On the lighter notes, I'm so excited for you to be joining the Trigun cult we've amassed on Tumblr! Give the manga a read too if you can! Don't worry about being a newcomer. I've only been in this fandom for a year. (Where has he been all my life?) It's never too late to start a new series!!! If you want someone to gush about the series with, hit me up!

I've only had Vash for a year, and in my head we've already been married for 10. xD

Sprout

I carried a box of donuts, sandwiches, and a couple of sodas towards City Hall, where she worked. She, My Lovely Mayfly, worked there as a volunteer coordinator. I decided to surprise her with lunch. She always works herself too hard, and sometimes forgets to eat. I entered the main lobby, quickly finding the office she worked in. It was empty. I came in early enough where she wouldn't have gone to lunch with anyone else. The hairs on my neck stood on end as I thought of the worst. Making my way back to the front desk, I asked the receptionist where she was.

"Oh, She went out for a bit. She said she had a doctor's appointment. Said she'd hopefully be back by lunch." The receptionist took a sip of his coffee. A doctor's appointment? She hadn't said anything about an appointment this week. Before I could make my way back to her office to wait, a chime of the front door revealed someone entering City Hall. I turned around to see her, My Mayfly. She almost seemed troubled, looking at the ground, not quite noticing me yet.

"Hey, Mayfly!" I cheerily greeted her as always. She seemed to stiffen up, but was immediately happy to see me.

"H-hey, Angel. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I brought us some lunch! How was your appointment?" She stiffened up again at this.

"Why don't we eat lunch!" She seemed to panic as she dragged me into her office, shutting the door, almost too quickly. She leaned against the door with a sigh. She was acting strange, well, more so than usual.

"Mayfly, is something wrong?" I let my voice drop to a concerned tone. Her breath hitched, and the facade of being around other people faded. Her face was almost… scared. Vulnerable, Worry, such things I never wanted to see on her face.

"Do you remember when I said sometime last week that I was feeling kinda funny?"

"Y-yeah, I thought it was the burger from the bar."

"Well, it wasn't the burger, I guess…"

"You didn't get sick, did you? You're not dying are you?" I began to worry. Humans didn't live too long on this planet. Taking a chance with her as my partner was a struggle for me. I often distance myself from others where I can, even though it doesn't ease the pain when they die. We had spoken on this topic a few times when I tried to deny her advances, even though every fiber of my being wanted her. What if she really was dying? I couldn't take her with me as I continued to run from bounty hunters and the like.

"Vash." My name leaving her lips broke my panic, and I hadn't even noticed she had taken my hands, "I'm not dying. I…." She took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

"P-pregnant." I repeated back to her, "wh…what?" My face relaxed from panic to surprise as my gaze drifted to her hips, "I.. I didn't think that was even possible." A wave of emotion was flowing through me all at once. How was my DNA compatible with human DNA? How was I supposed to keep the two of them safe? Raising a child on the run? What if Knives targeted them? What if I died before I could see the kid go to school? Or get married? Oh, Rem, help me. What if they died young? What if I lost Mayfly during the birthing process? What if I lost both of them?

My body moved on its own as I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. I rested one hand on her back, the other rested on her cheek. I allowed my mind to clear as I lost myself in her kiss.

I whispered her name when I parted from her lips. Holding her chin to keep intimate eye contact.

"I love you. Let's have a family together." I found myself laughing a little bit as a smile came across my face. The laughter spread as I pressed more little kisses to her lips, "I'm gonna be a dad." I toyed with the idea of teaching the little sprout how to color, ride a Tomas, reading them bedtime stories, falling asleep with them cradled into my chest on our ragged couch, and even teaching them good morals if I could help it.

"I'll keep you both safe. I promise."

[selfship-spice]

Hello!!! I know u all just started this page but i love it so much already :D since requests are open, perhaps maybe some stuff with piercings could be neat? Specifically a male s/i teasing a male f/o with his tongue piercing :p (keeping it vague because my f/o is an oc lol)

Thank you so much! Here are your imagines/headcanons: they start in the suggestive zone and flip into filthy under the 'read more' :) -Mod Echo

Teasing Your (Male) F/O With A Tongue Piercing

The piercing is something he notices almost immediately: the flash of metal when you speak, always drawing his eyes back to your lips

You can tell that he’s staring, but it takes a little longer to realize that he’s drawn to your tongue piercing

He can’t help thinking about how it would feel against his lips… against other parts of him

It’s fun to tease him: taking the opportunity to stick your tongue out at him when you’re teasing each other, licking your lips when you see him watching you from the corner of your vision

When you first get together, he’s careful with you: you have to be the one to show him that the piercing doesn’t hurt at all, that you can be aggressive with your kisses (and he can return the favor)

He’s addicted to kissing you: to the feeling of the piercing flicking across his lips and the way you taste, the way you fit against him

He’s putty in your hands when you get him up against the wall and mark up his neck and collarbones, flicking your tongue across the bruises when you release him, feeling him arc up into the sensation

You take your time when the both of you are finally naked together, letting him take control for a bit before you reassert your position, biting a line down his chest and listening to him groan

You let him get a good look at the piercing when you’re down there, flicking out your tongue and dragging it across the curve of his hipbone, not quite where he needs you

You wait until he’s dripping before you start on his cock, running your tongue around the head and giving soft kisses to the shaft: the feeling of the metal against his dick is nothing like he’s ever felt before, and you know it

Hands pinning down his hips, you set your own pace with him, teasing him as long as you want to, savouring his growing desperation

Eventually, you take pity on him and swallow him down: he doesn’t last long with your mouth on him

He needs a good minute to lie there and recuperate after that, but you know he’ll soon be flipping you over to respond in kind.

[strawberryya]

my poor little bunny

yeosang x reader

synopsis: You might have gotten a bit lost in the moment as you tried shibari for the first time, and maybe this had ended up causing your cute rope bunny to suffer just a little. Nevertheless, he would need to be rewarded as he did his best to be patient for you.

word count: 1.8k

genre/contains: smut, shibari - bondage, boobjob, reader has boobs, rope bunny!yeosang, rigger!reader

rating: 18+

a/n: once again - not proofed hehe... you can blame @idyllic-ghost for any suffering this might cause :p

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“Still feeling ok?” You said as you carefully tied yet another knot on the dark red rope in your hands. 

Yeosang nodded, “I’m alright, but… you’re still sure you know how to untie all of these later right?” he asked with a slightly worried expression on his pretty face. 

“Of course, I watched a lot of videos on how to tie them. I’m sure there are ones about how to untie them as well.” 

“Wait- you don’t actually know how to untie me?” 

You could see the lengths of rope over his thighs tightening around his skin as he flexed his muscles, “Don’t worry, please, you know I’ve got you.” You assured him with a bright smile, which actually calmed him down from his moment of doubt. 

He needed to stay calm if this was going to work. It was your first time trying out shibari together and you had done your best to research everything you needed to do in order for it to be a fun experience for the both of you. Well, everything but watch the endings of the countless instructional videos you had seen. 

“If I can’t figure out how to untie them, I’ll just get the scissors and cut them off of you!” 

This time Yeosang didn’t tense up, but he didn’t give you an answer to your (brilliant) idea either. “What? You’re ok being tied up by me but don’t trust me with a pair of scissors?” You jokingly said as you wrapped another part of the rope prettily around your boyfriend’s torso, following the lines of his body. 

“No I’m just… if you cut them we won’t be able to do this again,” Yeosang mumbled shyly.

You stopped tying the knot you were currently working on and looked up at the man who sat in front of you, not blushing because of the fact that he was naked, but because he had begun enjoying your endeavor so much that he wished to do it again. You couldn’t stop the smile that showed up on your face as you realized he was enjoying this more than you had expected. With a gentle kiss, you reassured Yeosang that it was alright. “We can just buy new ropes, I saw some really pretty ones that could glow in the dark on the website. How about we try those next?” 

This seemed to please him, a cute smile appearing on his face as an answer. 

You continued following the lines of Yeosang’s body, the rope accentuating the muscles flowing smoothly under his gleaming skin. He really had the body of a Greek god, and you felt your focus honing in completely on decorating his gorgeous figure with knots and loops of red. 

Hours had gone by already, and you had been so in the zone about your task of making the pattern across Yeosang’s naked form that you had mindlessly waltzed around your boyfriend in the black and red lace lingerie you had bought specifically for this occasion. You hadn’t even noticed the way you had been kneeling right in front of him, your breasts pushing up against his side as you focused on tying the rope along his torso and muscular arms. 

It wasn’t until you saw a small drop of sweat running down Yeosang’s back from his neck that you realized how long it had been since you last checked in with him. “Oh, Yeo! Are you okay baby?” You exclaimed worriedly, running around from behind your pretty little rope bunny where you had been creating a pattern on his back. A flushed Yeosang met your worried self with a pained smile as you came around to hold his face in your hands to check on him. 

“Should I untie you? I’ll go get the scissors!” 

“No!” Yeosang shouted as your hands left the sides of his head. 

“No? But you’re…” you turned back, looking over your bunny where he sat. The pattern was truly gorgeous on him. Red lines crisscrossed over his smooth body. And in the center of your design, you could suddenly see exactly why your rope bunny had begun to suffer from the hours of patiently waiting for you to finish your creation. His erect cock was twitching as your hands fell from Yeosang’s neck towards his chest. The promise of your touch had tricked his mind and body for two torturous hours already, with nothing relieving him of the pain of going untouched for so long. 

You had felt it yourself, the aching for his touch as you had worked. But what he must be feeling right now, the craving for you to finally begin touching his cock in any way you choose, it must be unbearable you realized. 

“Oh, my poor little bunny… have you been suffering like this the entire time?”

You recalled how he had been semi-erect even at the very beginning of your session, you just hadn’t realized how much your presence and actions must have been affecting him. The activity itself had turned out to be incredibly arousing, if it had been you in that chair you’re not sure you would’ve been able to hold your pleas to yourself for this long. 

Yeosang was whimpering in his seat, his muscles flexing underneath the ropes binding his body to itself. 

You definitely needed some practice at being a rigger but pleasing your boyfriend was something you knew how to do without any instructions. 

“Want me to help you out since you’ve been such a good little bunny for me?”

Yeosang nodded fervently at that, “Please, I thought I might faint if you didn’t finish soon.” 

“So cute,” you said and took your rope bunny’s chin in your hands, leaning his face a bit to meet your lips in a deep kiss. “Wanna tell me how you want to be rewarded for being so patient?” you mumbled against his lips.

The way you were leaned over had made your breast catch Yeosang’s eye, not to mention the way they had been on display the entire session, and the moment you asked his mind made up the dirtiest possible scenario about what he wished would happen. His eyes drifted down to your chest, his breath was heavy and his erection straining his cock with how hard was.

“Oh? Those?” You said with a knowing smirk. You had never done a boobjob for him before, but that didn’t mean you had missed the way he always seemed entranced with your tits whenever you rode him and they bounced with each thrust in front of his face. It made him cum with little to no effort whenever you let your chest be in full view for him, so of course, he would wish to try this. 

You stood back up, positioning yourself to stand directly in front of where Yeosang sat on full display for your pleasure. With ease, you unclasped your lacy bra before you let it drop to the ground beside you. Your soft breasts were on full display for his pleasure. His body reacted to you without a single touch, his arms strained on their constraints behind him. The ropes making the lines his biceps already had become so much more eye-catching. 

However, his leaking cock which stood begging for your warm touch was what drew your attention the most. 

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to last very long,” Yeosang admitted, breathless from the effort it took to keep himself where he sat. 

“That’s alright baby, take however long you need.” 

His pupils were blown out completely as you kneeled down before him, kissing up his thighs in the spaces between the ropes you had tied around them. Once you were giving over his erect cock you licked your hand before carefully beginning to stroke his desperate cock. His entire body bent into your touch, and a low growl along with whimpers, as you continued to slowly stroke him, came from above you.

You looked up at your bunny as you let your spit drop down onto the head of his cock and slowly drip down his length until you let your hand spread it out. Yeosang was pleading softly now, whimpering “Please” as you released his cock from your hands and replaced them with your tits. Wrapping his pulsating length between your soft breast. He was straining at the bonds holding his hands still behind him again, as well as bucking his hips into you as you squeezed him between your tits. Once more you let your saliva lubricate his cock and then slowly you began moving your chest along his length. Yeosang’s breath was caught in his chest as you sank down on him again. If he hadn’t been tied up, he wasn’t sure if he had been able to keep his hands to himself at the sight which rivaled the fantasy he had had of this very moment. 

Your sweet face was looking up at him as you let his cock pump between your tits at the perfect pace. He felt like he was going to lose his mind at the sight. 

His hips continued to unwillingly buck into you, and the pulsating feeling of his orgasm building washed over him before he knew it, spilling over with a shocked gasp. His cum spurted out of his cock and landed everywhere, all over your chest, lubricating the skin around his length even more as you continued to milk him until he was shaking from the overstimulation. The sight of his cumming cock slipping in and out of between your tits would forever be ingrained in his mind, he knew that much as the power of his orgasm made him see nothing but shapes and colors bursting in the dark of his closed eyelids. 

Mindlessly he just gasped out “Thank you, I love you, thank you,” over, and over again until you began laughing as you wiped off his cum from your chest and his cock. 

“That good, huh? We definitely need to try this again if you get this grateful, I might think you would let me fuck you for hours if you keep thanking me like this you know…” you said and chuckled at the way your rope bunny was completely zoned out as he came down from his high. He probably hadn’t heard a word, but he was nodding with a hazed smile on his face which was shiny with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. 

“Yeah I’ll untie you now, we can finish a design another time. I think we need to go get a nice calming bath and get you to bed now, little bunny,” you declared, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the man helplessly sitting in front of you in complete adoration of you for simply relieving him of the pain you had unknowingly caused him. “So freaking cute,” you mumbled as you began to figure out how to untie him in the quickest way possible. 

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Dawntrail - Day ∞ (Part 1)

With the MSQ finished, the extra dungeons unlocked and completed. It's time to gather my thoughts before venturing forth. I was going to write one massive post, but I decided to break it up into smaller chunks to make it easier to write.

Before I get stuck into the story and stuff, I really have to commend the FFXIV team for just how smooth this launch has been. Ever since Stormblood expansion launches have ranged from bumpy to a absolute disaster. I think Heavensward was smooth but honestly I don't really recall it. But for Dawntrail sure I got the dreaded 2002 lobby error and then a 1700 player queue on immediate launch, but other than that it's been smooth sailing. Less than 100 people in queue when I log in, and when I was doing a hunt train the other night it was so fucking smooth. Had no issues changing zones to keep up and there was little to no lag even when 400+ players were smacking a single mob. Huge improvement over Endwalker! Especially as I'm on Tonberry, the server that was specifically called out by Yoshi-p for causing issues for the entire Elemental DC.

One of the big selling points in this expansion has been the graphics overhaul and I'm almost ashamed to admit I haven't really noticed anything different other than some of the lighting improvements. For the most part Xio looks the same as she did before the expansion, although with how my mind works I probably just took one look at Dawntrail Xio, deleted all past references, added the new ones and I'm now gaslighting myself into believing it's always been like that. Probably doesn't help that I started the 6.55 MSQ in DT and the first thing I saw a really rough pixelated background texture and just went "They'll get that on the next pass in 9.0 or something".

One thing I do need to call out the devs on is their silence over the Viera & Hrothgar hat issue. Is this issue ever going to be worked on? I naively assumed that after the Shadowbringers release all future gear would be Viera compatible, but I can see that outside of some AF gear the answer is no. Honestly, at this point I just want a yes/no answer if the issue is ever going to be resolved, and a timeline. Like all ARR gear in 7.2, all HW gear in 7.4 or something like that. It's annoying that to wear a basic hat I now have to wait for mod developers to update their tools for DT. (Not complaining about the mod devs, they are doing this for free after all, take your time please, I'm just annoyed at SE)

Anyway, that's enough for today, see you next time~

[tobiasdrake]

We're making bad choices. :D

Wait, is that Chrono Trigger influence I smell? We've got the party that stays externalized and follows you around, and turn-based RPG battles that happen right there on the map rather than in their own psychedelic wonder-zone.

This world map layout was the last piece I needed to say this game definitely took inspiration from the greatest RPG ever made.

I wonder if they have a New Game+ with a ton of goofy bonus endings based on when you decide to suddenly quit the main story and go fight the final boss instead. :P

In any case, Operation "Do what we're expressly not supposed to do and then brag about it to our authority figure" is a go!

But first we're going to have a bite to eat. Honestly, I agree with Garl. Right before getting into the most trouble of our lives is the best time for a snack.

And that sandwich looks immaculate. I'm a little jealous.

Oh wow, we are troublemakers, aren't we? These sandwiches weren't just good; They were sacrilegiously delicious! ...sacrilecious!

Okay, enough tasty treats, time to make mistakes.

HAHA! I am the best Winter Solstice whatever! This is going to prove to be a terrible mistake in a moment but right now I am riding this high. Let's race inside at a reckless sprint!

There's just something invigorating about, after much effort and practice, finally managing to complete a task you were expressly told not to do in the first place. Like scaling an office building on government property.

Oh good, so we're already in deep trouble. I was worried we'd have to go and tell him that we should be in deep trouble.

Nah, screw that. I want to do a good old-fashioned dungeon delve. Maybe we'll find a Big Chest that has a weapon inside of it. We can give it to Garl since he has no opinions about what weapon he wants.

LET'S GO, TEAM!

GOOD JOB, TEAM! We made it to the very first room and now we're screwed.

It occurs to me only now that, as all of our weapons are presently hypothetical, this may have been a mistake. I don't think the rainbow slugs are going to be very impressed if we lob Garl's backpack at them and run away.

They don't take a monster census in the forbidden cavern, Garl.

OKAY BUT HOW THO

That passageway is a straight shot to the entrance. It's a pretty tight passage with nowhere you could have been hiding while we were tromping through. It is physically impossible for you to be cutting off our exit right now, and I expect - nay, demand - that you cease any and all un-causal existing, and vacate from the impossible reality in which you have now found yourself.

...

Any minute now. Any. Minute.

Is it preparing to vanish in a puff of logic because otherwise--

That thing has a sharp horn pointed directly at the small of my back. This is going to be bloody. Why did I turn around?

GARL NO

I am immensely grateful to you for shielding me from that attack with your body. That was a super heroic thing of you to do and I appreciate you so very, very much.

But why did you use your face to block the horn!? You have a backpack, my guy!

We are in deep trouble. If we run deeper into the cave, we will most certainly be gored to death by monsters. But if we stay here, we have to face Moraine and own up to what we did.

...

I'm weighing my options.

Oh wow. And we're right back to screw Moraine. Can we seal the cave up behind us and leave him in here?

I want to give Garl the biggest hug and be besties for life for what he did for me. T_T But instead the future says we stop hanging out and never see him again. This flashback is ripping my heart in half.

Why do I get a bad feeling about that?

Our training began not on the basis that we have promise and the school recognizes our talent, but rather on the basis that we can no longer be permitted to go unsupervised.

We're the class screw-ups.

Well, at least he shows a more gentle side when he's not interacting with us, directly or indirectly. So maybe he's not a jerk. Maybe he just doesn't like us specifically.

Garl lost an eye and his two best friends all in one night. What a terrible night. That sandwich we all shared together is the last happy memory before everything went south. The symbol of our sacrelicious bond.

I hope he's doing better now. He's had ten years to move on with his life. People heal and grow and change. I'm sure we'll see him again; The game wouldn't be bringing him up if we weren't going to. But I hope he's in a good place and not, like, the Darth Vader of the plot.

"Go to your room and think about what you did FOR TEN YEARS" is a bit harsh of a grounding, dude.

And there it is again. Let people make their own choices! Obviously what happened here today was a terrible mistake committed in the ignorance of youth but come on. He wants to be our bestie so bad he sacrificed his eye for me. He's my gosh darned hero. T_T

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Summer Liza

If I had a nickel for every time Celesteela was given to the first alt of a favorite gym leader, I’d have two nickels.  Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

General Overview Flying is a cursed type in Masters.  I like Flying well enough, but generally speaking, this type is run by lunatics.  So many Flying type damage dealers come packing an awkward gimmick, like Lysandre’s healing or P!Elesa’s Fly and Metronome, or are just weirdly limited in favor of unusual utility, like how Anni Steven sucks at damage in exchange for being Gaugemaster Supreme.  It’s so bad that in a lot of ways, one of the prevailing “I am just here to deal nuke damage” options was Kahili, who is a Striker with a tank set that burns.  Flying is maddening in this way, and it’s so bad that the best Flying-type DPS in the game for the last two and a half years...was Leon.  A Fire type with Flying coverage outperformed everyone in the type.

Until today.  Liza comes in swinging as a standard Flying Striker, with Flying Shift Giga Impact.  Her setup is two turns, one to use Iron Defense, then her trainer move to give attack buffs equal to her current defense buffs, capped crit, and +1 accuracy.  Her main benefit is Free Moves Next after - and this part is critical - “using a status move.”  Specifically, it does not need to “succeed.”  So you can throw out Iron Defense at any time to get a free move in.  Her grid doubles down on a lot of her best offensive traits, including four sync damage tiles, Towering Force, Tough Cookie, and the absolute insanity that is +3 physical moves up next on Protect, and a node that, I can’t believe I’m reading this right, gives +2 physical moves up next with every single status move used.  Again, used, not succeeds.  So that free moves trick to save on gauges?  You might think that sharply cuts your damage, but given the 80% boost to the next shot, you’re effectively at 90% damage per turn, which is still well above most other damage dealers in the type.

The oddity is, a lot of people identified her as the weakest option of this month. Which is perhaps fair given what she’s up against, but still. Isn’t this the same playerbase shitting on every support and praising every mindless DPS unit? I will admit, Liza is ripe for being outclassed. When all you really have is damage numbers, it’s easier to be outdone than it is for something like SS Ethan’s spread damage or Lysandre’s healing. But is Lance bad because SS Serena is slightly stronger? Hyper Beam/Giga Impact damage is literally always in style, and unlike NY!Lisia, Summer Liza actually works wonderfully with her Zone setter, and has an ideal F2P partner that nearly everyone invests in. Liza’s in a great position with very, very little drawback at present, so it’s surprising to see her be so overlooked.

EX and Move Level? As her damage is single-target, Liza would appreciate the EX.  It’s a cleaner KO for CS.  But also, her damage output is going to be good enough on-type that there’s not much concern over it.  Move level is a bit tougher.  Like most Hyper Beam/Giga Impact units, on-type shouldn’t be too bad even 1/5.  3/5 is embellishment, getting full investment into sync, and much higher power on move damage.

Team 1: Summer Liza, Skyla, Colress/Tech Farfetch’d So okay, let’s recap quick.  Liza is a strong physical attacker whose setup requires defense buffs to boost her attack, and whose main notable flaw is speed control.  If only there were an F2P pair that literally everyone invests in that could solve for that, and had matched theme skills.  OH WAIT.  Yeah, Skyla absolutely RULES with Summer Liza.  This is like the ideal partnership with F2P, it’s so good.  Tech Farfetch’d offers the Leer support and potential flinch while giving more theme skills, while Colress is just way more effective at Screeching.  He’s so good at it guys.

Team 2: Summer Liza, Anni Skyla, Drake/Blue Okay hear me out.  Anni Skyla actually works very well with Liza, thanks to her speed boosts and recovery.  This gives Liza pretty much all the conditions she needs.  Moreover, Skyla is a halfway decent tank, and can be used in place of a support if you want to pursue a dual-strike comp.  If going for a support, I’m opting for Drake for some other theme skills and bulk for her trainer move, as well as general survival.  If dual strike, I’m putting in Blue, who needs first sync, and got a lot better at it this month after expansion, while also packing respectable self-setup that includes even more speed buffs.  Fun fact: Liza’s pure DPS build actually does wreck shop with up to +5 stacks of moves up next, so like...she’ll get it done even if she does drop sync.

Team 3: Summer Liza, Anni Steven, H!Caitlin What’s that you say?!  A physically offensive sync pair that can cap its own crit rate but maybe needs speed and attack?  Sounds like someone’s in for a Caitlin-ing!  Yes, Halloween Caitlin continues to be perfect, no one is surprised.  What may be surprising is that I’m actually talking about Anni Steven.  Anni Steven gets shit on a lot, but one thing he’s legitimately fantastic for is gauge control.  The man has a lot of speed factored in, double MGRs, and serves as the opposite end of the dual-strike spectrum from Blue, in that he’s all DPS no sync, freeing Liza to take her sync grid for a quick CS clear.  Because Liza can pivot as needed to a status move for free moves and moves up next, the team keeps momentum for sync very well, without sacrificing much on DPS.  +80% damage offsets a lot of the damage lost from missing a turn of Giga Impacting.  And if that turn is Protect with +3 moves up?  Well congrats on dealing 50% more damage per turn.

Team 4: Summer Liza, Summer Tate, Roxanne “But Summer Liza and Summer Tate have no cohesion!”  Not with that attitude.  Someone on Reddit asked which of the two was better, and got the usual coward response of “They’re entirely different pairs, you can’t compare on bluh blah blurgh.”  Boundless cowardice.  Have them fight in the same team, off-type, and see who contributes more.  Roxanne enables both: X Def All allows Liza to max setup in two turns, while her trainer move caps off Tate.  Thanks to her bulk and speed buffs, everyone’s pretty sturdy and able to throw around their DPS just fine.  This will allows us to once and for all determine the weakest child.

Final Thoughts I actually very much love this alt.  Liza is kind of a low-key favorite.  I think her Center conversations are adorable, I loved the old story event she got with Guzma, she was a fun general pool to use in the early days of the game that sadly didn’t get the top tier grid she deserved, and having my second favorite Ultra Beast feels like a personal apology for the grid thing.  The fact that she’s both really strong, and physically offensive for some reason, is hilarious.  And like Tate, it’s just nice that a seasonal event focused on lower favorites.  Like, I wanted a Liza alt, I just never really thought to ask about it because it seemed impossible.  But here we are, and yeah, it’s not Roxanne, but it gives me hope for Roxanne.  I like when this happens.  I want to see more of it.

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My Roleplay Rules

*I live in New York, so my time zone switches in between EDT and EST. I can work with pretty much any time zone that you are in. I've roleplayed with people who are 1 hour behind me, to someone being 12 hours ahead of me*

1)Please do not spam me

My schedule may be free almost 24/7, but I do have a life outside of Wattpad. If I haven't replied, whether you can tell I am online or not, there's a reason. Maybe I got a bit busy to reply, maybe I'm feeling lazy at the moment, maybe I didn't get the notification of your reply, maybe I'm not feeling like roleplaying this specific thing at the moment, or one of plenty other possible reasons there could be. (I normally wait a month for the other person to reply. If not, I don't bother them and decide to just delete the roleplay)

2)Don't assume things about me

Before you come to me saying I look familiar or assume things about me, speak to me to find out if you actually know me or not. Most people think they know me when they can't even recall my birthday, likes, dislikes, etc. I am as transparent as I can be; I have absolutely nothing to hide. Whatever comes from someone's mouth is probably the wrong thing. People love twisting things just to start drama with their lies   

3)I only do roleplays that are considered semi-lit to it being a full-blown out book

I personally really dislike one-liners. There is absolutely nothing to go off on. If you are a one-liner type person, please save us both the time and don't interact with me

4)99.99% of the time I roleplay on the phone 

I can't exactly tell how much I have been writing since Wattpad on the phone and discord on the phone don't exactly give you a word count. I do try my best to at least guess how much I am writing for my side and for the other person's side. I try for it to be equal, but I know it isn't always the case

5)I only roleplay in Wattpad PMs and Discord

 The notifications might be messed up for it at the moment, but it's much easier that way, and we have privacy. Besides Wattpad, I also roleplay on Discord. Now that Wattpad has gotten rid of PMs(which is so stupid on their part), I strictly roleplay on Discord, but try to find roleplays on Wattpad and Tumblr

6)I have roleplayed in Wattpad PMs, but even if I roleplay in books and MBs as well, I LOATHE group roleplays

I honestly can't stand them. I tried it forever ago, and holy cow....the spam was unreal. Not to mention, you can't even read half of the stuff of what people are writing because everything is going 100mph per second. The fact is that everyone don't get the same amount of attention for their replies and are ignored half of the time

7)I absolutely adore smut and cursing

Smut and cursing make pretty much everything better. You also can't roleplay fandoms that pretty much require smut and cursing if you aren't willing to add it in the roleplay. I don't do roleplays that don't have foul language and smut; I find them to get boring after a while

8)For the life of me, I can't play a submissive or a normal female

I only play dominant males or dominant G!P females. The only "submissive" thing that I'll have my OC do is let the sub control the pace of how they want to suck my OC's dick and let them control the pace of the dick riding they do while my OC is inside of them. As long as my OC does the fucking and isn't sucking dick or get anything shoved up their ass, we are all good

9)My limits are rape, abuse, child abuse, animal abuse, scat, pee, pet play, age play, vomit, beastiality and feet. Pedophilia as well, but there is an extent to it

I'm also not sure how far I'm willing to go when it comes to dark themes since I've never explored with them too much. I do know that I'm not the biggest fan when it comes to angst. It's way too sad for me, but I don't mind involving a little bit of it as long as it isn't like a full blown crying and sobbing sad

10)I'm apart of the LGBTQ+ and am a lesbian IRL

But, I only roleplay BXG, GXG, BXB. Everyone is to have he/him/his or she/her/hers pronouns for their OC/the canon character they are playing. Although I do respect They/Them/Theirs, I don't really understand it and can get confused sometimes. I also prefer to keep the other stuff out of it, too. Trans OC's are welcome since they'll technically be under he/him or she/her category

11)I may be a lesbian IRL, but I always make my OC's bisexual

It adds to the drama a bit, and I just think it's pretty cool that my OC can pull both genders

12)When it comes to god-modding: please do NOT do it

It's annoying and pretty offensive, to be honest. I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy it if I decided to randomly control your OC out of the blue

13)Speaking of randomly doing stuff, I would really like it if we talked beforehand about time-skips and generally talking about adding an idea/getting rid of one

Doing it out of the blue is not nice. Talking OOC in general would be honest. Or, the very least, figuring stuff out before we begin the roleplay and then just roleplay without talking OOC if you like, just only when needed

14)When talking OOC, I tend to use symbols like //, ((, (, etc

Something that would indicate that this talk isn't a part of the roleplay. Speaking of talking, I use " when it comes to talking in the roleplay. It just makes everything easier to understand

15) Grammar is pretty much considered an important part of roleplay

I'm not saying it has to be perfect, but it would be nice to see some sort of indication where a sentence begins and where it ends. I can assure you that my grammar isn't too horrible, but I'm not perfect at it either. I tend to type too fast and don't always check for spelling mistakes or add some sort of symbol that I missed

16)A lot of people will tell you not to make your OC's Mary Sues and/or Gary Sues. If I would say that, I would be a hypocrite

I always try to make my OC's everything that I am not: tall, skinny, muscular, attractive, wealthy, etc. Some people would say that I tend to make my OC's Mary Sues/Gary Sues, but I really don't care

17)I'm a visual person

I may write what my OC is doing, but I always have links for everything. Like my OC's clothes, car, house, etc. etc. I would prefer if you do the same as well

18)Because of me being a visual person, I prefer to use IRL face claims for OC's and animals

 I don't like AI art, drawings, or anime. When it comes to face claims, you don't have to use a famous person if you don't want to. It can literally be a random person from Google, Pinterest, or whatever site you use, just as long as it's IRL image 

19)I roleplay fandom and non-fandom

When it comes to fandom, I only double since it's fair. If you don't feel like doubling and just doing my side of the roleplay for me, we can. As long as I give you all the options since it's the fair thing to do

20)With fandoms, I can almost never decide on just one love interest

So, this is exactly why I prefer polyamorous relationships. We can do poly for both our sides or just mine. As long as I give you the option to decide since it's the fair thing to do

21)I am 20 years old (March 2004)

I frankly don't care how old you are, just as long as you are at the MINIMUM 15-16 years old. As long as both of us are okay with our ages and are okay with roleplaying with each other, everything should go smoothly. Communication is very important

22)With fandoms, I only roleplay OC x Cannon

I don't do Cannon x Cannon. When it comes to non-fandom, I roleplay OC x OC