#this was one of my favorite fucking things ever

[whatifitis]

♡ Silly Love Songs - LN 4 ♡

Summary: Lando is playing Tarkov during Christmas break and you're playing your silly little love songs. Lando defends your honor and

Author's Note: this is based off this request. IM SO SORRY ITS TAKEN SO LONG, IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN

WC: 1511

CW: fluff, max being a little shit, lando being in love, overuse of song lyrics again

When your boyfriend had invited you to spend Christmas break with him and his family in London, you thought it would be filled with learning about their holiday traditions and going out to explore London and going to the Christmas market. So you did not expect to be sitting at Lando’s family home, sitting on his bed as he spends the night on Tarkov with Max, Bankai and some other people. 

You didn’t really mind as during the day, he spent time with you and his family. And his gaming sessions give you time to catch up on some reading. The scene is painted, Lando is at his desk playing Tarkov while you sit on his bed, bundled up with a book in your hands and your headphones playing your reading playlist. 

After about an hour, you start to get bored and decide to pick up your guitar off the floor and attempt to play a new song. You’d fallen in love with the song ‘we’re in love’ by boygenius so you wanted to learn it and play it for Lan sometime. 

Lan couldn’t hear shit with his headphones on and his mic sensitivity was low enough that you could barely hear your guitar and voice in the back. So you start strumming and softly singing. 

That’s how i know that we’re in love

“Am I playing music? Who’s singing right now? I can hear bits every so often.” Bankai asks through Lando’s headphones.

“Oh, I think that’s y/n. She’s playing a bit of guitar right now.”

At the mention of your name, you look up, “Oh shit, I didn’t think you guys would be able to hear me. Sorry. I’ll stop.” you say, moving to set your guitar next to the bed. 

“Tell her to keep playing. It makes beautiful sounds in my ears to make up for Max’s yelling.” Bankai says. 

You watch as Lando turns to look at you, “Bankai says that he wants you to keep playing cause he wants to listen to you and not Max’s incessant screaming. Also I really like when you sing. That song is one of our songs now by the way. Since you showed me it, it’s been a favorite and it’s always on repeat.”

…but you listened like it mattered

Max was quick to shout back “He did not say my screaming was incessant. So shut your mouth or I will shoot your leg.”

Lando goes back to playing the game and messing with Max when you start playing again. Through the mic, only small bits can be heard but it’s enough to know what song you’re playing. 

Max’s chat starts spamming things like ‘omg shes playing ‘we’re in love’, ‘omg that's the best love song ever’, ‘she’s so in love’

Max reads some of the messages out loud, “Oh, she’s singing her silly little love songs again. Chat, did you know sometimes she writes songs for Bob? You’d think that people would have had enough of silly little love songs.”

“Oi” Lando says as he shoots Max’s character's leg, “Call her songs ‘silly’ or ‘little’ one more time, I dare you.” 

I feel crazy in ways I never say

Will you still love me if it turns out I’m insane?

“Ya know, chat. Some people just want to fill the world with silly little love songs.”

Pew

“Mate, what the fuck…” Max says in a low voice as he drags his hands down his face in frustration. 

“Told ya. Don’t fuck with me. You can sniff my pits and tell me I stink, all you want. But I don’t stand for y/n slander.” Lando jokes (kinda). 

“Fine. Just try and bring back some of my stuff, please.” Max groans.

“No promises, Max. But I will try. Maybe do not trust Bob with that task.” Bankai tells Max. 

Lando laughs, “Yeah, don’t trust me right now. I will run in front of bullets with your stuff on me.”

The boys continue playing as you sit and serenade anyone listening. You and Lando are doing your own thing while still being near the other and it feels nice. The two of you spend time apart for a majority of the year and the times where you are together, are spent doing extravagant things like going on yachts and going to races and galas. While you do enjoy doing those things, especially with your love right by your side, you enjoy moments like this more. 

It’s plain and simple. Nothing more and nothing less. You’ve found that oftentimes, simplicity is hard to find because most people want all those heart racing, adrenaline filled moments. Sometimes people forget, or don’t know how to appreciate the quiet. The silent filled moments. 

By the time Lando finishes up playing Tarkov, you’re finishing up fine tuning your techniques for the song. You’re not really paying attention to him, fully locked in on getting the song right for him. So you don’t notice when Lando takes his headphones off and turns to watch you from his chair. 

Sing the song you wrote about me, never once checking the words

I hope that no one sings along, I hope that I’m not a regular

You rarely have time to practice music due to work so considering the conflicting schedules, Lando barely ever gets to hear you play and sing. So he’s grateful for this moment with you, in his room, just completely enamored by you. 

He’s so entranced that he doesn’t notice that his parents are standing in the doorway, holding each other as they watch the beautiful scene before them. They heard you playing so they wanted to sneak by and listen for a bit. 

The two of them watch the two of you. They’re grateful to have you in their lives. Since the first day Lando had spoken of you, he never stopped. And since he spoke of you so often, his parents got to know you before they’d even met you. And they’d grown to love you just based on Lando's words. 

If you rewrite your life, may I still play a part?

In the next one, will you find me?

Once Lando joined F1, they knew a lot of people would want to use him for their own benefit. A lot of people threw themselves at him just for one minute in the spotlight. They worried that it would be difficult for Lando to have the right people around him. But once they saw you, they knew that you were good. You were gonna be his person. Through the time you’ve been with Lando, there have been many challenges and ups and downs. Lando’s parents watched the two of you go from best friends to something more. 

They saw the look of love in yours and Lando’s eyes. It didn’t matter if one of you fell, cause the other would pick you back up. If one of you fell behind, the other would turn back. Cause to turn back is to love. 

And if you do, I’ll know it’s you

I can’t imagine you without the same smile in your eyes

There is something about you that I will always recognize

Lando’s parents went back to their own room as you finished up your strumming. You looked up and got startled when you’d seen Lando was just staring at you. 

“You scared me, Lan. Why are you staring like a freak?” you giggle.

“I wasn’t staring. I was simply watching my favorite show.”

“Show?”

“Yeah. I don’t really get to watch you in moments like that so I wanted to watch and try to mentally record it for later.”

You look at him with a confused look on your face but you shrug it off, “Whatever you say, freak.”

“Freak for you.” he says as he stands up and walks over to lay next to you on the bed. 

The two of you lie on your backs, Lando’s arm acting as a pillow for you as he holds you close. There’s a comfortable silence that both of you welcome with a warm embrace. It stays like that until Lando breaks it, “I think there’s something you should know.”

That sentence terrifies you cause what the fuck should you know? Did he cheat? Is he in debt from buying too many cars? Is he getting kicked out of Monaco? Is he leaving Mclaren? 

“What?” you ask hesitantly. 

“I’m in love with you.”

“Lando, what the fuck? You just gave me a heart attack. I swear to god.” you breathe out and cover your face with your hands. 

He’s laughing his ass off, “I’m sorry for scaring you, darling. But I just wanted you to know that I, I, I… I’m in love with youuu. I. I. I. I. I’m in love with youuu.”

There he is. The way to your heart… serenading you… 

You’re not gonna stop him. He helps you with the crossword every morning. 

“Yeah, I got it, I found it, I’ve just gotta keep it. Don’t fuck it, you MUPPET!”

[tam--lin]

Books For People Who Liked Leverage and White Collar

I've always been a big non-fiction reader, and I'm particularly fond of frauds, scams, and white collar crime. Ever since I finished White Collar last year, I've been meaning to pull together a collection of related books. As you'll quickly learn if you dive into this list, the truth is often wilder than fiction. (A lot more FBI agents yelling FUCK YOU!! at each other across board room tables, for one thing.)

IMPORTANT! Please don't pirate! It hurts authors. Most of these books are available through your local library, including as e-books. You can help local bookstores by purchasing through bookshop dot org, or as audiobooks through libro dot fm.

Category #1: Stand Outs and All-Time Favorites

Bad Blood reads like a thriller, and I genuinely mean that. It's gripping, it's incredible reporting, it's just a jaw-dropping story. Theranos was one of the biggest corporate frauds in history, and Carreyrou masterfully details its rise and fall. Not to spoil what could be considered the book's big twist, but there's no one better to write it, either.

Empire of Pain is also masterful reporting by a well-regarded journalist, but it leans more family drama than thriller. This details the personal machinations that helped create the opioid crisis in America. [Leverage: Redemption 1x1, which IIRC was actually written before the Met removed the Sackler name from their exhibits. Also goes well paired with The Fall Of The House Of Usher.]

Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels and Crooks is a collection of Radden Keefe's writing for The New Yorker. It explores wine crime (Leverage 5x13 and White Collar 1x12 directly draw from this), a passionate defense attorney, whistle blowers, hit men, and international organized crime. While I recommend the book, much of this content is available for free at newyorker dot com / contributors / patrick-radden-keefe (you can use paywallreader dot com to legally get around the paywall).

Number Go Up moves quickly and is full of fascinating characters and unexpected celebrity cameos. You've got your cringe rappers, your coke-on-a-yacht billionaires, your Harry Potter rationalist poly cult. Seriously, I wish I could read this again for the first time.

Category #2: Odd, "Cozy", Strange

The Feather Thief covers a unique crime by a 20-year-old obsessed with fly fishing.

The Art Thief tells the story of Stéphane Bréitwieser, the most prolific art thief of all time. He stole during the day, from museums full of people, again and again - over 200 times, in fact. He kept his treasures in his bedroom. A fascinating portrait of a strange criminal.

Category #3: Grab Bag

Including stuff that's more adjacent to the topic but still of interest, books I got part way through, and books that are still on my TBR.

Chickenshit Club I'm part way through and enjoying, Never Split the Difference is GREAT and includes lots of true hostage negotiating stories, Fancy Bear Goes Phishing I couldn't get into but that could be because I don't need two pages of text explaining what a string is. (I'm planning on giving it another go.)

Anansi's Gold and The Corporation are both on my TBR; Con Queen of Hollywood is a riveting con story for the first half but gets a little bogged down in biography in the second half.

The Confidence Game is on my TBR and is a classic of the genre, Molly's Game is one of my partner's favorite books, and The Gospel Of Wellness does a great job at exposing how scammy the entire wellness industry is.

Genuinely there are SO many more books I could have included, and I might do another post at some point. Some books were left off intentionally, because I didn't care for them or because another book did it better. Some books were left off simply because my white collar/fraud/cons TBR is extensive and I can't include everything! And some were left off simply because I don't know about them. I'm always looking for quality non-fiction - please do share any related recommendations in the notes.

[cultven]

Dating Daisuke on the Tulpar Headcanons!

This is all pre-crash and SFW, let me know if you want to see some post-crash or NSFW headcanons next!

For a little bit of context, you are the same age as Daisuke and work as a medical intern under Anya.

Getting Together

From the first day of the shipping haul you and Daisuke instantly clicked being the two youngest on the ship. You’re both interns working under important people, so it was nice to have someone to decompress with. 

Daisuke had a crush on you since the beginning, thinking to himself you’re gorgeous. You also caught feelings fast, but it took a few weeks before you realized how deep you were. 

The realization came one day after lights out, you couldn’t sleep so you sneaked your way into the lounge area to hopefully grab a snack. Upon turning the lights on at your arrival, you see Daisuke standing at the cabinet like a deer in headlights, arms filled with extra packets of sweetener. You could only stare at him before a confused smile came on your face. 

“Don’t tell, please! I can’t have Swansea even more mad at me.”

“Only if you share.”

“Deal.”

You both fell asleep on the couch after devouring the packets, your head resting on Daisuke’s shoulder while his head was on your own. 

It took a lot of encouragement for Daisuke to finally admit his feelings. I can imagine him gushing to Swansea about you for a week straight before the older man finally snapped. 

“If you like them so much why don’t you just fucking tell them, kid?”

“It’s not that easy!”

“Then find a way to make it easy so you can quit talking my ear off when I’m trying to work.”

This inspired Daisuke to find a way to confess without his heartbeat exploding out of his chest.

Eventually, he figured out the perfect way to confess. You both loved watching each other play on his gaming console and that gave him the idea to hide a secret message in one of the game's levels.

That night when you two were hanging around in the lounge as per usual he encouraged you to play a specific level of the game you’d been working on. 

“Daisuke why this one? I’m past it already.”

“You mentioned it was your favorite one and I wanted to see it again!”

You sigh with a smile, “Alright. Anything for you, Dai.”

Upon seeing the message you can only stare for 15 seconds, which leads Daisuke into a silent panic attack. This was before you tackled the boy to the ground, kissing his cheek and exclaiming a loud “Yes!” 

The next day Swansea pats Daisuke on the back, congratulating him with a smile.

From this point on you and Daisuke are inseparable forces.

General Headcanons 

Daisuke is obsessed with kisses, whether it’s deep and passionate or a quick peck on the cheek, he is all over you.

Get ready for random make-out sessions whenever you find the time. You’re visiting him in the utility room while Swansea is on break? Lips are locking immediately. You stumble into each other in the hallway? A quick session wouldn’t hurt. Anya left the medical room for evals? You already know Daisuke is popping in there.

Although I can see PDA stressing him out, seeing as the only other four people on the ship are much older and higher ranking than the two of you. It seems disrespectful to have such displays of affection on blast. 

But, this doesn’t stop you from holding hands under the table at meal times or Daisuke slinging his arm around your shoulder while you’re all in the lounge. Small touches keep the two of you calm. Besides, the crew knows you're dating, and they think your young love is the cutest thing ever! Well, except for one grumpy, jealous man. 

Adding onto the PDA aspect, I cannot see Daisuke as a pet name person, sorry! I can see him calling you “babe” often, but not much more than that. He’s young and likely can’t get over the cheesiness of “honey” or similar names. If you called him a pet name he’d be receptive, even thinking it’s kind of cute coming from you! But for Daisuke, he can never take himself seriously.

He swoons over you in his own ways though! Constantly flattering you with compliments. Some are more eloquent than others.

“You look beautiful today, babe!”

“Your hair is so shiny and pretty!”

“Dayum! Anyone ever tell you how good your ass looks in those pants?”

He’s certainly still a young man.

I can easily see Swansea giving Daisuke love advice on “how to treat a woman”. Daisuke appreciates the gesture but acknowledges that he and Swansea are from much different generations.

Anya tries to give you some insight as well, you’re her apprentice after all and it makes her heart swell seeing you so in love. 

Curly watches your relationship from an outside perspective. He doesn’t listen to his co-captain when he complains about your relationship being “unprofessional”, but rather subtly encourages you two. It’s refreshing to see people genuinely enjoying their time on the Tulpar, especially such young and enthusiastic souls. He thinks you and Daisuke are beautiful for each other. 

Jimmy is more or less envious of your relationship. It only reminds him of his romantic failures in life, something he can only blame himself for. For the most part, Jimmy leaves the two of you alone, looking past the occasional scoff or glare. The only thing he would actively do against you two is gnawing Curly’s ear off about how “gross” you two are, but we already know Curly’s thoughts on you two. 

Secret sleepovers with you and Daisuke would commonly be held. It’s mostly nothing suggestive! Just innocent cuddling and sweet nothings in each other’s ears when one of you is having difficulties sleeping.

When you get bored one of your favorite activities to do on the Tulpar is karaoke! Since you don’t have a true karaoke setup, your hairbrushes serve as your microphones, and the lounge screen is your lyric display. At first, Daisuke will be a bit shy about singing, but after watching you belt your heart out without a care in the world, he catches up pretty quickly.

Sometimes the two of you will gain a small audience if the others get bored with their tasks. This causes Daisuke to want to “impress” his fellow crewmates with some sort of rapping song or other songs he thinks are “cool”. But, when everyone eventually gets tired of Daisuke’s below-average rapping, he will no doubt indulge in cheesy romance songs with you. One of his favorites is Hopelessly Devoted to You. 

Another bored activity is counting the freckles/moles on each other's bodies. After having only so many games and activities on the ship you have to get creative. 

“I counted 26!”

“That’s one less than last time.”

“Maybe one fell off?”

“Not sure that’s how it works, babe.”

Sharing clothes with this boy is a must. He absolutely adores seeing you in one of his button-ups! Daisuke thinks it’s a selfish thought to have, but he likes the way his clothes mark you as his property. Not that anyone else on the ship was his romantic competition, but just knowing it’s his clothes you’re deciding to wear makes him giddy inside.

Sometimes late at night while you stare at the stars on the lounge screen the two of you fantasize about the kind of life you’ll pursue after the haul. Sometimes it’s about your career or school, other times it’s about the far future with children and houses. But the common factor between these conversations is that you’re both sure you’ll be in these futures together, even if compromises have to be made.

“I want a dog!”

“I think I want a cat.”

“Awesome! Then they can be best friends!”

It’s not uncommon that one of you will have a bad day at work, but no worries, the other is right there to cheer them up!

I can imagine Anya scolding you for putting the wrong medication in a bottle. She doesn’t mean to be harsh, but sometimes tough love needs to be used to teach a lesson! Although you understand this, it frustrates you and sends you right to your room to sulk, skipping communal dinner night. Daisuke immediately notices your disappearance and wolfs down his food before excusing himself and beelining towards your room. He’d find you with your earbuds in, staring at the wall across from you. He sits down, taking your cheeks in his hands and wiping the stray tears away. Daisuke would put your head on his shoulder, waiting for you to open up. It doesn’t take long before you’re blabbing about work and your homesickness.

“I miss home.”

“I know, me too.”

“But I’m glad I have you here.”

A peck on the cheek followed by a warm voice, “Me too.”

[vifilms]

this literally turned my brain to mush so fucking badly. already had a visceral reaction in our dms but HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING SHIT. sub!vi just does things to me that i can’t explain. she’s such a sweet girl and yeah, i need her to come by just playing with her tits. that’s the fucking shit i need. now. actually. but i love how you bring domestic into your smut, it’s so underrated. it’s such a little unique thing to sprinkle. soft, loving sex is the sexiest thing to me. nothing will ever replace it in my mind. the concept of just giving yourself to someone you fully trust and for them to handle you with such care. i’ve read this a million times since yesterday, and my favorite line keeps on changing the more i read it but this one is truly doing it for me —

“relax,” you kissed her shoulder and squeezed her breast lightly. “let me look after you.”

no one fucking talk to me.

IM NOT fucking WELL.

um, anays.

so good bubba, one of my favorite things you’ve written. too hard for me to pick a favorite though. i love everything you write so much 🤍

playing with vi’s sensitive boobs🤤

and what if i say this made me rip my shirt off? hope you don’t mind the fluff sprinkled in.

your shared bedroom smells of a mix between a vanilla candle and your sweet fruity perfume with vi comfortably lying between your legs and back resting against your chest, happily. “you’re quiet,” vi murmured, enjoying the feeling of your lips against her temple, and waiting to feel that small little beat to know she’s here and you’re not just dreaming of her.

“just thinking,” you answered, fingers lightly tracing patterns on her stomach. sometimes writing i love you on the hard muscles of her abs, or just drawing a heart.

“about?”

“you,”

“me?”

you don’t answer verbally, more so the kiss you plant just below her ear gives her the answer she was looking for, or didn’t know she wanted and leans into your touch and hums softly.

“well, i think about you too.” she finally spoke up, enjoying the comfortable silence. the feeling of your hand on her stomach, and lips on her skin had her flushed and hot. violet loved you being close and always having your hands on her.

“that’s good to know,” you smiled and left another kiss on her neck. “i love thinking about you. makes my day better, always.”

vi barely has time to respond to your words, what she wanted to say was ready on the tip of her tongue but when your hand grazes her nipple over her shirt, an action so light and innocent, you hear it, the sharp intake of her breath and the way she twitches against you. “vi?” you chuckled against her ear.

“shut up,” she huffed, but there was no true malice or annoyance behind her words and relaxed more on your chest as you pushed your hand up her shirt and quickly cupped one of her tits. “shit,” vi jolted, cold fingers grazed her nipple again. “baby,”

“relax,” you kissed her shoulder and squeezed her breast lightly. “let me look after you.”

nodding wordlessly against your head, vi pathetically pushes her shirt up, and closes to ignore the laugh you let out at her eagerness and simply rolled her now pebbled nipple between your fingertips. “so sensitive,” you murmured into her ear, catching the lobe between your teeth. “such pretty tits, hm?”

violet whines, reaches her own hand up and places it over yours. “they’re okay,” she said, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and trying to hide her face in your neck.

“okay? baby, your tits are so fuckin’ perfect,” you pinched her nipple harder and hummed at her high pitched whimper. “yeah, so perfect.”

“baby,” her face flushed and breathing heavier had you smirking into the side of her cheek. the tension in the room grew, and grew more hotter with each graze of her tits.

it’s only when you’re cupping them between both hands, rolling her nipples and kissing her neck that violet lets out another continuous string of whines and whimpers. her head falls back against your shoulder with a light thump and her eyes flutter closed. “you like that?”

“yes,” she admits pathetically, shapely inhaling at a sudden harsher pinch and grabbing onto your arm, sinking her blunt nails into your skin. “fuck, yes, i like it.”

“my sensitive girl,” you cooed and watched the way her nails contained to sink deeper into the skin. “i could touch your tits all day, so pretty and perfect, love them so much.”

“i love you.” vi choked out, puffing out soft breaths at each squeeze and pinch. “feels good.”

nipping and sucking at her neck, marking up her skin even more, you don’t register the fact violet’s eyes start rolling back into the back of her head with each of your touches, until you pinch her nipple between your fingertips again and her body tenses in your hold and moans loudly all of a sudden.

the angelic sound sends a shiver down your spine.

fluttering your eyes open at the sound, you remove yourself from her neck and that’s when you find a smirk curving up on your lips at the sight of her chest heaving up and down quickly. “baby, did you just—”

“shut up!” vi stammered out of embarrassment and blushed furiously.

“did you just cum by me playing with your tits?”

turning slightly and burying her face in the crook of your neck, vi nods nervously and clings onto you tightly. “it just felt—”

“i know, baby,” you smiled and kissed the top of her head. “how about we see how many times i can make you cum by playing with your tits?”

[cynisterlycyilly]

Part 2 of Cyn being the best character ever, if you want to read more of my crazy rambling go check out my first post about her. Onward to her Tessa cosplays!

Alright so this design is very solid and I love the vibe of it how it's able to go from mysterious and somewhat spooky to being a silly goofy goober. One of my favorite parts about her characterization is how differently she acts from the real Tessa but it's not obvious that she Cyn, like she has none of Cyn mannerisms and she has a pretty good excuse if she acts out of character because it makes sense that she wouldn't be the same person after all of that. (I hope this made sense, I am really struggling on how to express my thoughts on her) Another thing I like about it is how it looks like a uniform/ regular space suit while also being personalized by "Tessa" with the bow and the stickers on the helmet. Also she has some of my favorite jokes in the series like her insistence on being a human is very funny even without the reveal.

Ok on to the design that made me obsess with her

AAAASSAASSAASAAASSKRBJDJCFJFNHFBDJDJDHNEMEKSKDLDLDKFKKDKEMFNRNFNVJRN I LOVE THIS DESIGN SO MUCH! ITS GOD DAMN GOOD! I love the body horror aspect of design with human hands usually just hang there and the other robot parts just popping out of the skin and the stitches all over the place shows how badly Tessa skin is holding up, also the fleshy stuff around the eyes gives me the impression that she had to make Tessa eye sockets bigger so her robot eyes could fit. Another thing I love about the design is how expressive she is with her almost constant wide toothy smile and her X eyes are so cool I love it sooooo much!

Alright enough gushing about her design now on to her personality! I love how playfully vicious she was during the entire fight, she was having such a good time while everyone else was fighting for their lives, and I also love how she did not care about J being knocked out of the fight, she knew she didn't need her. I think probably her best scene was the callback ping scene, it is Just so fucking good I love it so much, the horror, the tension when v arrived I love so much. I also love how she just goes from scanning the area to immediately growing a thousand hands to try to find N and Uzi, like that is so extra you go girl.

Weird complaint but I don't like it when people say Cyn is impersonating Tessa when she says "hello uzi... HI N" like no that's just her being excited to see N because if she wanted to impersonate Tessa she would just spoke with Tessa's voice.

Alright on to why I think Cyn and the Solver separate entities, connected? Almost definitely but not the same. Alright my biggest piece of evidence is at the beginning of episode 5 we see cyn first wake up and we see on her screen "I will not discard you" why would the solver be talking to itself, another piece of evidence is Cyn say this "We know it mutates in damaged AI. It took Cyn as a host, then it took everything. The humans here saw what was happening at home, thought they could understand it. All they did was spread it". Now to be fair she could be lying but in this case there is no reason for her to be lying, lying about this wouldn't help her credibility as Tessa and we know she is trying to kill any other drone infected with the solver so why would the Solver even let other drones get infected with itself if it doesn't want other drones infected. Another point is this dialogue "Not sure it needs you, buddy." The wording here would be weird if she was talking about herself why would she refer to herself as a separate entity at this point she has basically already given herself away as not just a human so no point in lying also Cyn is never shown to use it as a pronoun for herself and that feels important that she constantly refers to herself and the Solver as separate.

Here is at least what I think the Solver is, the Solver is a Eldritch computer virus that corrupts AI it infects and Cyn was it's first successful host and maybe like Uzi it started as somewhat dormant but awoken and then started to slowly corrupted Cyn making once innocent quicks and twisting them into horrific actions, for example think of Cyn mimicking Tessa in her hair for whatever reason and of course that eventually turn into Cyn wearing Tessa, or maybe look at her relationship with N how it started as N being Cyn big brother to being Cyn favorite toy.

Alright couple more things I need to mention before I'm done, I'm doing it as a list because I like organizing my thoughts in the form of a list

-FitzyVA did a wonderful job voice her, Cyn voice is a big reason why I love them so much so Fitzy if you somehow see this keep doing what your doing, your doing great!

- I love that she sometimes says what she's doing like when she said "Climbing. criss-cross applesauce" it's so great it reminds me of something I would do when I was younger

- I wish we got to see more of manor Cyn

- I do not have alot to say about tail Cyn, I think it's kinda funny she is now attached to her brother's girlfriend

- I wish we got to see Cyn and V interact more, like we know what V thinks of Cyn in the present day but we don't really know what relationship they had back in the manor

Alright I think I'm done for now I am tired and I want to go to bed.

Also thank you for reading my incomprehensible ramblings about everyone's favorite silly Eldritch horror robot

[asheepinfrance]

Lmao all i can think about is fasting and being grumpy together it's not that sexy but it would help me lol, I hate being hungry

writing this at 6 in the morning so pls pls excuse my tired messy brain. i just really wanted to do this cause its cute. also @shecriestotheclickingoftime we got another jew post

You’re staring at his long, mostly-limbs body take up the majority of the couch he’s spread himself out on. “This fucking sucks, by the way.” You roll your eyes, pulling your knees further up towards your chest. “Tell me about it. And don’t curse today.” His voice is muffled against the cushions, but the tone is just whiny enough that you can still get what he’s trying to say. Something along the lines of, ‘Fine, but it still sucks.” You’re inclined to agree, though. Sure, if you break fast it’s a big no-no, and you could have your name written out of the “Book of Life”, which was God’s politer way of saying “I'll kill you”, but maybe you’d done just enough good for it to be passable. You’ve gotta remain strong, though, or Patrick won’t. And Patrick’s holding on by a highly-frayed thread.

Frankly, he should be some kind of exception to the rules of Yom Kippur. There is something about kids not having to do it, as far as you can remember, and he certainly composes himself the same way a child might. There’s a case to make somewhere in there, but the growling of your stomach quickly distracted you from it, pulling the thought up and away, somewhere into the stratosphere.

“Baby, are you sure you can’t just sit over here?” If Patrick wasn’t taking the ‘no food’ rule well, he was practically fighting an internal war about the ‘no sex’ one. If Patrick’s got a rule to break, the idea behind it becomes all the more appealing, which is an issue when it's already his favorite thing on planet Earth, and he’s been groveling for “baby, just one kiss” since he woke up (about 2 hours after you). It’s never just one kiss, though. Not when he’s got something to prove, though he's not sure to who, or what that something is.

But he looks so dejected, cheek smushed against the cushion, that you finally bring yourself towards him, draping yourself over the length of his body. “Better?”  He nods almost immediately, a soft, content sigh leaving his parted, kissable, really, really pretty lips. God, it’s like he’s infected your mind, making you think like him. You will yourself not to kiss them for now.

It doesn’t matter because he does it for you, holding your face in his palms like he’s handling a precious piece of art: soft, caring, oh so tender. One kiss, nothing more than just a kiss, turns into another and another and another. Patrick’s smart about it, just this once. He knows if he escalates things as badly as he wants to, the moment dies. And maybe he dies, but that seems like a better fate than facing his raging stomachache any longer. So he keeps the pace even and unhurried. Lets you decide how to do it, if this is acceptable. It’s more than acceptable, even if it’s technically not, because you’ve waited all day for this. It’s only a few more hours until you can religiously get away with the consequences of parting his lips with your tongue. 

You wake up in that same position some hours later, unaware of when you’d ever gotten that relaxed, let alone tired enough to pass out on the couch. Patrick’s softly snoring just behind your ear, and the little puffs of his warm breath against your skin are a nice reassurance of his presence, just the way his arms around you are. When you glance out the window, craning your neck slightly uncomfortably for the view, the night sky is twinkling with stars. Oh, thank God.

He’d tried to be good, he really did, but as soon as you wake him up he’s hungry in every way a man can be, and now that the day’s over he gets to indulge in his hunger in all of its forms without fear. And indulge he does.

[mug-of-shark]

YIPPEE TAG GAME !!

Last Song: ZIP BOMB by Slimecicle <3 it’s so crunchy i love it

Favorite Colour: HRGH all of them. i do like blues quite a lot tho. and red. and purple. i can’t really decide ever

Last Movie: The Boy And The Heron. watched w my family and it was. it was a movie. it’s really good don’t get me wrong but Wow the heron guy was unnerving at first.

Last Book: fuck if i know. genuinely i haven’t read a Proper Book in a month at least. uhhhh. last fanfic was Frosted Glass Walls by Un_Inspired. that was solid. mer Grian au <3

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: uhhhh. atm savory i think

Last Thing I Looked Up: how to pronounce saela. it was an old OCs name and i was like hm. a) was i using a slur in a diff language or smn and b) was i pronouncing it right. the answer is a) no, and b) there’s a few pronunciations and one of em is the one i typically used so. yes

Current Obsession/s: uh. hlvrai as usual. also repeatedly checking my email to see if my college has given me a FUCKING DORM ROOM YET PLEASE I NEED SOMEWHERE TO LIVE ONCE SEMESTER STARTS

Looking Forward To: hell if i know. starting college maybe? i’m kinda just drifting mentally atm and it’s not that great :/

tagging: @anthro-cat, @angel-of-fallen-dreams, @eyesareedible, @arsuns-ramblings, @amara-laz, and anyone else who wants in!

Ten people I'd like to know better

1. Last song: Royal Pain by The Eels

2. Favorite color: I like all colors but generally prefer shades of purple

3. Last movie: Wallace & Gromit: Vengeance Most Fowl (2024)

4. Last book: Young Men In Love: A Queer Romance anthology (a series of beautiful comics, recommended!)

5. Sweet, spicy or savory: Savory

6. Last thing i googled: phenakistoscope (blame exams lol)

7. Current obsession: switching between Sherlock Holmes Chapter One, Stardew Valley and "now how do I get back into reading"

8. Looking forward to: well I was looking forward to the end of my exams and it is here 😌

Tags (+whoever sees this, feel free to ignore): @hey-sherry @fuckyeahfreeimmortal @onceinawhilemoon @spiteful-crow @queriesntheories @ambersky0319 @screw-u-vaanu @peonyblossom @anerdynerd @gutmeats

[otrtbs]

writer interview game ✨

thank you for tagging me linds!! <3 @inevitablestars

how many works do you have on ao3? 5 on my otrtbs account (+1 unpublished one) and 6 on my otrtbs_shorts account (where all my one shots and short stories went!!)

what's your total ao3 word count? 580,654

your top 5 stories by kudos? Art Heist, Baby! Tender Curiosities, Baby! Winterlude Angel of Death You and Me

do you respond to comments? i try!!!! i really try!!! ahb! gets unmanageable i fear but if you get there early enough on new chapters that i post on new stories, i really try to get to them!!

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? uhm. i guess art heist, baby! but tbh i feel like i could go angstier... maybe that'll be a writing goal for the new year...

do you write crossovers? no! haven't yet. but i was just talking to some friends today about something so cursed ....that could be my magnum opus if i wasn't a coward

have you ever received hate on a fic? no, never!!! everyone is really nice and respectful and can keep it peaceful and fun :))) !1!1!1!1! (<- girl who is manifesting for the future <- my fic has been eviscerated on goodreads and reddit and tiktok and twitter and in my tumblr asks and on ao3 i wouldn't be surprised if people are adding it to their linkedin atp)

do you write smut? very poorly and briefly and not really el oh el

have you ever had a fic stolen? not plagiarized, no!!! thank god!! but stolen and sold....well, yes i fear.

have you ever had a fic translated? yes! so many wonderful sexy versions of art heist, baby! out there for people to enjoy !! angel of death has been translated too!!

have you ever co-written a fic before? no, because collabing scares me. in the sense that i would be worried that i wasn't writing to my co-authors expectations and also ... if they don't directly align to My Vision i will also throw up. so. i don't think co-writing is in the cards for me

what's your all-time favorite ship? JEGULUS <3 jegulus. my forever girls <3

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? when i say i have...a master timeline full of every event that happened to bellatrix, andromeda, narcissa, sirius, and regulus.... detailing their time at school, what classes they take, key life events...just for me to use to write a massive canon-compliant fic of their lives.... i have put in HOURS and HOURS of work into that wip but i don't think it'll ever be done and/or see the light of day

what are your writing strengths? i really love writing detailed, descriptive interior scenes. it's one of my favorite things to do! i see every interior scene in my fic like a little still-life painting and i want the reader to be able to visualize the same still-life im seeing in my head in their head!!

what are your writing weaknesses? commas </3 grammar in general... like sorry 2 ur honor. but who fucking cares? do you get the vibes? are the vibes there? that's all i care about.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i love it!! i've learned a lot of fun phrases from it !!

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? im gonna write moonchaser (jamus, wolfbucks? idfk) !!!!!! when my james/remus thesis drops i swear !!!!!!!!

what's your favorite fic you've ever written? Winterlude!!! Winterlude is my favorite child, she's beautiful, she's gorgeous, she's fun, minimal angst, happy endings, regulus is hot as fuck in it, i want to go to there so bad. winterlude !!!!!

okay, i'm no pressure tagging @rabidlittlestrawberry @whorerific @pretentiouswreckingball @twisted-tales-told @residentrookie 💕

[morriganofcrowsandwar]

Hey I’m baaaaackkk! I’m on season five of The Magnus Archives now whoops! Uhm yeah it’s been quite a lot but here are my thoughts because Jesus Christ there are many. First of all Season four Recap:

#1)Peter Lukas is fucking dead and honestly I’m a bit sad. I think it’s hilarious that the entire thing with Martin literally boiled down to a bet between him and Elias. Also they were so gay like is anyone in this show straight???? lol I loved their little lover’s quarrel it’s so cute these old men(eldritch horrors) are so funny.

#2) SIMON FUCKING FAIRCHILD IS MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER! He basically slipped and fell into being an avatar(quite fitting I suppose) and he’s just a rad old man. Like all the stories about him made him seem so silly and then we met him and he was lol. ALSO MICHAEL CREW IS DEAD AND I WANT TO KILL DAISY FOR IT! AGH I LIKED THE GUY! This is why we can’t have nice things, fucking Daisy always ruins them.

#3) Continuing the topic of Daisy I do actually like her(except for her bullshit with abusing her position as a police officer). She’s one of the only people in the series that genuinely seemed to be trying to get better. Although it was all in vain she did end up being a pretty cool wolf dog thingy so that’s neat I guess. Meanwhile Basira doesn’t want to put up with this shit anymore. She hated it the second she got stuck. I think she’s simultaneously my favorite and least favorite character, but then again I feel that way about basically everybody in this story. Moral ambiguity is basically the entire podcast’s premise at this point. The point is Daisy has been a lost cause from the start and Basira is badass and deserves so much better than all of this.

#4) I love Martin so so much actually he’s grown so much and I adore him. I want to put him in a jar and shake him. Boi stood up for himself and just said “No” . Bro did not care he just knew he wasn’t letting Peter win. What a legend gotta love him.

#5)Small blurb about Melanie because I love her. She’s blind now but that’s alright because SHES DATING GEORGIE HEHE YAAAAYYY!!! I think it’s awesome and it’s just fitting that she gets her happy ending yk cause she spent her whole life fighting and now she has peace. I adore her and Georgie. BRO GEORGIE?? She’s AMAZING like she is genuinely such a great person and is just looking out for people and also keeping herself intact like what a queen. Slay.

#6) Okay fine I guess I’ll talk about Jon lol, he’s still definitely my favorite(although Martin is not far behind) and I adore the writing of his descent into an actual avatar of the eye. Also hehehehe he killed Peter Lukas and ventured right into the lonely just get Martin! Ah! I love love! That’s so sweet I’m actually still giddy about them. Martin is so soft with Jon and now Jon is really trying to make up for the past and the time lost. And I guess yeah he got tricked into starting the apocalypse but like does it matter? Everyone else he knows is dead or dying bro it’s really not that upsetting at this point. Except for fucking MELANIE AND GEORGIE AGH I genuinely NEED them to be okay. Like gosh just stay inside babies you’ll be fine. Anyways the apocalypse is so fun and I’m drawing it

P.s. I’m sorry I’ve been away. My partner got me into Arcane and it turned into a full blown hyper-fixation so hehe. I will be posting the art of that too at some point but I also hope I’ll update more often as I listen to season five. Also this podcast has consumed my life so much that my partner just changed their name to Martyn because they were yk in the market for a new one and I suggested it soooo ha I feel slightly crazy lol

[artemisia-musings]

Lessons in Self-Destruction

Minors DNI! 18+ only

This is a dark fic! Please read the tags and if any bother you please do not read! I am not responsible for your media consumption. 

Summary: Leon was content destroying himself. Drinking his troubles away, eager to put himself in an early grave. One night, a girl approaches him at the bar and the rest of the night is a blur. He awakens to the consequences of his drunken antics. 

Tags/Warnings: Fem reader, no use of Y/N, dark themes, suicidal thoughts, drinking, reference to non-con. Overall depressing!

Note: This is my first fic, sorry for any errors/incorrect grammar. Got this idea after watching Vendetta and I needed to get it out. I literally have not been able to think of anything but Leon in like two months <3 more fics in the works!

Destroying himself came easily to Leon. It was easy to implode, to feel the life fade out of him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to die or feel nothing, he supposed there wasn’t much difference. All his life he had felt too much. Too much pain and heartbreak, his soul beaten and battered, every time he tried to stand back up and be the good guy he was always swiftly reminded that he didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. He was a pawn, a puppet controlled and jerked around by his cruel masters. He hadn’t been in control of his own life in damn near twenty years. Forced from his dream of being a cop over an event he couldn’t control, whisked away and trained to be a good little boy for the government. Kill this, save them, destroy that, sit boy, stay boy, roll over and fetch. Good boy. How many people did he have to kill for this to be over? How many people did he have to watch die? How many friends must he lose? It was the same damn plot over and over again, his life one broken record he was forced to replay. 

The man groaned and grasped the cheap glass he had set on the table, swinging back a hefty gulp of whiskey that burned just right on the way down. He was currently on his fifth drink of the night, hitting that sweet spot between tipsy and piss drunk. His head was spinning ever so slightly as he noticed his cup was getting awfully low. He gestured for the bartender to pour him another, feeling especially sorry for himself tonight. It was becoming his new favorite hobby. There was something so delightfully pathetic about heading down to the sleazy bar by his house and drinking himself stupid, to the point where he could almost forget about how much he fucking hated his life. The bartender, whom for the life of him, Leon could not remember the name of despite coming here almost every night, poured him another glass of Jack Daniels, a bemused expression on his face as he slid it over. 

“There you go, bud,” the bartender chuckled, turning away to help another customer who had sauntered over to the bar. 

The sound of the chuckle made Leon tense. His grip tightened around the glass as he huffed in annoyance. Bud. What did it take to earn a little damn respect? He was a hero, after all. An American hero, a patriot to his core. At least, that’s what he told himself on his more sober days. He was just a sacrificial lamb, a tool used to stop the evils threatening this nation—a weapon pulled out when ordinary soldiers and guns wouldn’t suffice. His jaw clenched as he wallowed in misery, raising the glass to his lips and knocking back its contents in one go.

“Bad day?” a feminine voice called out, breaking through his angst-fueled state. Leon flickered his gaze over next to him, eyeing up the young girl who had sat next to him at the bar. He hadn’t even noticed her presence, too self-absorbed in his own brooding. She looked out of place in the rundown dive bar, sticking out like a sore thumb among the fellow drunk middle-aged men who frequented these establishments. She looked young and fresh, a daisy among a garden of rot.

“You could say that,” Leon said with a dry chuckle, letting his gaze rake up and down her form. A tight shirt and a cute skirt. A tantalizing treat, designed to tease. She really ought to know better walking into a place like this dressed like that. Someone could get the wrong idea. He raised an eyebrow, feeling a warmth spread in his gut that hadn’t stirred in ages. “Now what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” 

The girl smiled, her glossy lips curling upwards as she brought her glass to her lips. She sipped its pink contents, the fruity concoction’s appearance alone was enough to make Leon feel queasy. “New to the neighborhood, I thought I’d check out the local watering hole,” she said with a shrug. 

Leon felt himself smile, probably his first genuine smile in ages. “Well if you're looking for overpriced drinks you’ve hit the jackpot” he huffed, waving the bartender over for another round. The girl giggled, the sound ringing in his ears. It was cute, an almost peaceful sound akin to a babbling brook or waves crashing on a beach. He felt himself relax slightly, his heart even skipping a beat. He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way, he had well over a decade on this girl. She looked college-aged or at the very least freshly graduated. She had the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed naivety to her, the world not having beaten it out of her yet. 

“So what happened?” she asked, tilting her head as she studied him. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her, his inebriated mind struggling to catch up. “You said you had a bad day,” she explained further.

“That I did, although you could say the past few years have been rough,” he admitted. 

“Well, I’ve been told I’m a good listener,” she pressed, resting her forearms on the bar counter as she leaned in closer, enough for him to smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and to see the way her breasts squished together showing off her cleavage. Good Lord, you had to be aware of what you were doing. 

“Oh honey, that story would take a while to tell, you don’t wanna listen to some random drunk prattle on about his problems,” he said, shaking his head at her.

“Try me” she retaliated. Leon took a sip of the drink, feeling his cock stir in his pants as he turned to face her, trying his hardest not to let his gaze travel downwards. He could feel himself growing more intoxicated with each second, his inebriated mind growing desperate. Desperate for what though, that was the question. Someone to lend an ear while he bitched and moaned about how much he wanted to kill himself? The tender loving embrace of someone who cared about him? Did he crave the sinful indulgence of a lover? All of them combined? He didn’t know this girl, but looking at her calm collected self, feeling the warmth of her skin, and smelling the sweetness of her breath, he thinks he’d like to know her.

"When I was a kid, I used to think about the kind of man I'd grow up to be... I never thought my life would turn out this way." Leon shook his head, trying to find the words he wanted to say. Vulnerability was not his forte. “Have you ever thought about what happened in your life to make it all go wrong? About what you could have possibly done in your past life to make you deserve this? Do you know what it's like to not be the one in control?” Leon shook his head, feeling a lump form in his throat, emotion building up within him. He hated acknowledging his feelings, made him feel weak, which he was, he just hated admitting it. 

The girl gave him a soft sympathetic look, her small manicured hand reaching out and touching him gently. Leon hated pity, but he did appreciate the attempt at comfort. It wasn’t something he got a lot of. “I’m sure you did nothing to deserve this, you seem like a good man…” she trailed off, unsure of his name. “The world can be a fucked up place,” she murmured.

“Darlin’ you don’t even know the half of it” Leon scoffed, his larger calloused hand engulfing hers. He couldn’t explain what he was feeling, it was like some primal arousal in his gut, a heady warmth that caused him to shift restlessly in his seat. “And the name is Leon,” he added.

The girl seemed oblivious to his growing arousal, her hand squeezing his own gently as she gave him her name. “You don’t have to carry it alone, Leon. Everyone needs someone to talk to.”

“Dangerous words,” he chuckled dryly, pulling his hand away, his fingers reaching around the edge of the glass. "You're real eager, huh?" He leaned in, his breath heavy with whiskey. "You think you can fix me with your pretty smile and sweet talk?"

She didn’t pull back, her curled lips forming a knowing smile. There was something in the way she looked at him—like she wasn't afraid of the darkness in him. 

She should be.

“I ain’t trying to fix you, just understand you,” her voice took on a more flirtatious edge, 

Leon reached for his glass, his hand trembling slightly as he brought it to his lips. His throat burned, but it wasn’t just the whiskey. The girl’s presence was like fire—too close, too hot, and it was starting to scorch him. The fire licked at his subconscious, urging him for more, craving the burn. 

"Don’t do this," he muttered, more to himself than to her. "You don’t know what you’re messing with."

She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing his ear. The heat of her breath was enough to make him dizzy, the combination of the alcohol and his pent-up desire made his head spin.

"Maybe I like danger," she whispered.

Leon could have snapped right then, grabbed her by the waist, and smashed his lips to hers in the middle of the bar for all to see. Instead, he took another gulp of his drink to calm his raging nerves. “You shouldn’t have said that sweetheart.”

The thing about drinking is that it’s a dangerous game. It starts slowly, a warm, fuzzy feeling, a dull hum that spreads through his limbs and brain after that first drink. At first, it’s like floating in a cloud, where the world feels distant and a little dreamy. His thoughts would become sluggish, and the edges of reality blur, but he didn’t mind because the numbness felt like a sweet relief. He could finally forget about his problems and the trauma that plagued him. The more he drank, the more the voices in his head became muffled, as if he was submerged underwater. For a brief while, everything was easy.

Then, the descent begins.

It's a shift he can never feel coming. The transition from a dream-like state to a nightmare. He became less aware and less in control of his own body. It was like he was no longer in the driver's seat, being shoved into the passenger side, forced to watch. Then the world would start to spin, and he was no longer in the front of the car at all, he was trapped in the dark of the trunk, blissfully unaware as his subconscious took over.

When Leon finally awakens from his drunken stupor he feels a warmth he isn’t used to feeling in his bed. The pounding in his head was throbbing, enough to make his teeth ache. He groaned, pinching his nose as he forced himself to sit up. That’s when he heard it.

That shrill feminine whine.

His heart rate speeds up, his breath hitching in his throat as he finally opens his eyes, turning to see a girl in his bed. Leon isn’t exactly a stranger to one-night stands, he doesn’t make a habit out of it, but sometimes if he feels desperate enough he’ll allow himself to indulge. 

If a one-night stand is an indulgence, he must have been overcome with gluttony last night.

The girl from the bar last time is next to him. Naked and handcuffed to his headboard, her lacy panties shoved in her mouth. She looks at him with wide fearful eyes, glassy and red-rimmed as if she had been crying. Purple hickies and bite marks are littering her skin and Leon notices what appears to be dried cum stains on her stomach and thighs. He lets out a low guttural groan, hands covering his eyes as he tries to calm his racing heart. He hears muffled cries, her body jerking next to his. Slowly, he removes the used panties from her mouth, the girl gagging slightly. 

“Please,” she whimpers softly. “Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone I promise.” Her lower lip is trembling and her eyes are getting watery as if she is about to start crying again. Leon feels a pang in his chest, like a knife to the heart. She’s looking at him like he’s a monster, and he supposes now he is. 

Leon had always thought that despite the woes of his life, despite the fact he would never get any recognition for his work, at least he was a good guy. But as the naked and chained girl in his bed starts to cry, Leon doesn’t feel like a good guy anymore.

“Doll,” he starts, his hand tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ears, feeling all the more like scum when she flinches away from him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry I never met for this to happen.” Leon shakes his head, feeling his own eyes start to get watery. Fuck was he about to cry? “This isn’t me, I wouldn’t do this.” But he did, the evidence of his assault is chained up right next to him. The pair sit next to each other and cry. The girl’s cries are fearful little sobs, the kind that leaves your whole body trembling. Leon’s cries are more subdued, his shoulders twitching as small huffs leave his lips, tears escaping from his shut eyes. 

He tries to remember what happened between leaving the bar last night and waking up to this. He can see bits and pieces, stills of his dark drunken escapade, but can’t see the full picture. A flash of ripping her clothes, scattering the ratty remnants on the floor. He remembers her pained face as he thrust into her, blood coating his cock. The image of his hand gripping her throat with wanton abandon was burned into his mind. Leon felt disgust brew inside him, disgust at himself. He had gotten blackout drunk more times than he could count, however, it normally ended in him passing out in the bathroom of the bar or getting into a fistfight in the alley. Never before had he thought he was capable of such atrocities. He was a monster through and through. 

Like a child seeking comfort, Leon leans closer to the girl, resting his head on her chest as he cries. His arms wrap around her torso as he clings to her like a koala bear clinging to its mother. It’s pathetic really, but the sound of her heartbeat soothes him, and despite the hell he must have put her through last night she still smells good. A hint of her perfume lingered on her skin along with her sweet musky scent. Eventually, his cries subdued as Leon lay curled into the girl. He hadn’t even noticed she had stopped crying as well, a sad almost remorseful look on her face. 

Leon knows the right thing to do would be to let her go, either hope she stays true to her word or face the consequences of his actions. Maybe deep down he’s scared of facing those consequences, he wouldn’t receive a trial, jail time and community service weren’t an option for him. No, he’d be put down like old yeller. It’s been an invisible threat hanging over his head since 1998. Obey or die. He knew too much and had seen too much, to ever be considered a normal citizen again. If he let this girl go, he might as well put a bullet in his brain now.

He had fantasized about killing himself for quite some time now. The ultimate choice of free will, the only way he could think of to rebel against his masters. He could pull the trigger and be free of it all. The only reason he hadn’t after Racoon City was because of Sherry. She had been a child, alone and a prisoner like him. It would have been cruel to leave her by herself. But Sherry was all grown up now, an agent like himself. She was a good kid who didn’t need him anymore. 

It would be so easy to be free of this all. He’s got a loaded Ruger in his nightstand, and he hears it's a fast escape. A bang, a second of pain and he’d be a free man. Uncuff the girl, and let her run home to lick her wounds while he atones for his crime.

The selfless thing to do would be to let this girl go and accept his fate. However, as he snuggled up into her bare chest, Leon had a dark thought flicker through his mind. He was tired of being selfless, always putting others before himself. No, he deserved this. It was a disgusting thought he knew, but part of him felt as though he was owed a sliver of comfort. She could be that warmth he so desperately craved. A new reason to keep on going.  

“I can’t let you go” he whispers against her skin, his arms tightening around her. “Won’t hurt you though, don’t worry” he assured her. The girl tensed underneath him, eyeing him warily as though she didn’t believe him. Why should she? After all, he was the one who had gotten blackout drunk and assaulted her. 

He hesitates before pressing a kiss to her collarbone, a quick gentle peck, a crumb of condolence and affection. She doesn’t say anything, she just looks at him with sorrowful eyes. 

“I’m not a bad guy” he whispers, mostly to himself as he settles back down in the valley of her breasts. 

“I know” she whispers back, letting her head rest against the headboard. Leon feels a tear roll down his cheek. He had been content with destroying himself, never had he thought his dream of self-destruction would involve dragging someone else into his nightmare.

Note: Holy shit dude I finally posted it! Shout out to my friends for bullying me into finally posting, literally so nervous imma puke <<33

[gay4carver]

I started dating a dead space kin without ever even having seen a single thing about that game before, played it with my partner and in a few days I was like "This Isaac Clarke man is quite the silly, he looks exactly like one of my undiscovered kins haha how odd!" and here I am being Isaac.

For william and sly was just playig it again for the 1000th time and went like "yea, seems about right, flying fox."

For Nimona it was a really emotional experience actually, I read the book as a kid when Inwas 13-ish and I related to the feeling of being a shapeshifter but I wondered if it was possible to identify as a nonhuman but in a gender kind of way, then I shrugged it off and then when I saw a netflix adaptation was being made I was READY to SHIT on it so bad, then I watched it and I fucking cried my eyes out and instantly after a specific scene I knew I was her, she was my first ever fictional identity that was discovered if iirc, before that I didnt underatand the fictionkin identity at all and had a few prejudices about it.

Then Luke is a whole can of worms but he started off as a self-insert OC with the intent to be a vent character.

Then I kinfirmed him cus it was painful to separate him from me and now he gained semi consciousness.haha. fun stuff.

Kelvin started off as my favorite blorbo and I fixated so hard on him I became him.

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hey fictionkin? uh quick question

how did you find out about your kintypes? please boost this around i need answers

[dabratzchronicles]

Who Are You?

A lonely Latina will surely know Not to play with a man’s time.

this fic contains: Element of thriller, violence, foul language, Slight mentions of SA, , if you are not okay with any of those warnings please read one of my other babies, you will see a softer variant of this soon♥️

Ever since she witnessed what she witnessed, she wasn’t the same. 

The constant look over her shoulders, the quick movements of someone, even the fucking stranger she screamed at when she went to the mailbox, every little bit of it, drove her mad, insanity even, it’s fucked up when ya mind playing tricks on ya. 

The deadly grip he had on her, the gun pressed into her under jaw, the gun still hot from being fired 3 times, The eyes of a mad man stare… the soulless orbs she so desperately wanted to have a bit of sympathy, she never found it. 

She remembered it all, the weapon exploding her bubble, his hands, his bloody cold hands searching her body, digging into her pockets to grab her wallet, he ripped it open to see her address flat front of him. 

“I know where you live, Speak a word,” he threatened, pulling the trigger thanking god it was a blank. “And you will experience the real thing. Got Me?” his voice violently filled her ears with mental fucks. 

She frantically nodded her head as he smiled crookedly, moving his gun away and tucked it behind him in his waistband. “Good. Now, See you soon Alana.”

See you soon… fuck do he mean by that? All of the possibilities rammed her mind, he started to get her and he hated it, hated that a man was in her head, everytime she blinked she saw his face. It was becoming too much.

She walked into her apartment and sighed, tossing her bag over to the side as she kicked off her shoes, the fila’s no longer trapping her feet anymore. “My god, People is slaving me.” She complained about her job, telling whoever was listening about how her boss had her fucked up, whipping out her phone to order a large philly steak pizza from domino’s with a 2 liter Fanta. 

She tosses her phone on the couch as she soon follows. Her body freezes, That smell, that mature smell, an all too familiar scent, his. 

She started doing breathing exercises that her mother had recommended to her, to keep her calm in certain situations, and not a single one was working, only thing it was working on was her nerves. 

“Bitch calm down,” she reminded herself, it's probably just phantom smells, she would always smell faint smells of her boyfriend, why would this be any different. 

She sat down on her couch, sinking into the couch as the comforting sectional devoured her unsettled nerves, nothing can go wrong. 

everything is fine.

she turned on her TV to her favorite show, Forensic Files. It was dark and ominous, but true crime settled her. 

Her focus remained on the television, another white lady fell victim to her husband, or so she thought? From what all she gathered from where she turned in: Frankie Smith, a 38 year old lady from Fresno, California. The cali native was brutally murder with her body thrown into a ocean 8 miles out, her body only being found by a fisherman, whose fishing rod was able to pull out a shoe with a foot still inside. In a panic, he called 911, and then- the scent. 

She recognized the scent again by this time she didn’t have time to react, her body froze, the fear and stiffness taking control over her muscles as his hand covered her mouth, with his gun inching closer to her face. 

“Remember me?” he smiled, his breath reeking of Black and Mild’s and Modelos. It’s him. and this time, it wasnt bullshit

“What do you want.” She started her sentence, not as scared as she otherwise would have been, as if something prepared her for it.

“D’aw,” He cooed, sensing that she was toughing up. “I dont want shit, just wanted to see how my friend is.” 

“We ain’t friends, barely close to acquaintances, what the fuck you wan—”

“Watch your fuckin tone.” The gun pressed against her temple, the cold steel cutting off her sentence, her body temperature becoming irregular, her mind racing a thousand miles a minute and her only thought was if her mother was going to be okay, because Lord knows she might not make this. 

“You forget I have no ties to you nor are you important to me, I can blow yo shit back and not give a fuck about it. Speak wisely.”

his words etched into her brain, but he also doesn't get… is that she doesn’t care anymore, she is settled with how life is, nothing she can or want to do. 

She reached back and scratched him on his face, the cry he let out was music to her ears, his scream was loud enough that it possibly alerted the neighbors 

She stumbled off the couch fast enough before the gun went off, fuck 

Time beating against the clock, adrenaline rushing, fear nowhere to be seen, “This bitch,” she heard him say before scuffling could be heard from behind her. 

She tripped over her shoes she left in the way, giving him a chance to catch her. 

She trampled over her shoes, falling face flat on the carpet, knocking almost all the wind out her lungs, her nose throbbing from the impact leaving her with limited oxygen. 

His hands, the roughly clothed hands, tightened their grips on her throat… darkness crept around her eyes. “P-P-Please, Don’t.”

her heart slowed, her lids finally being heavy enough to close.

When she came back, she yelped as she felt something of four sharply pierced her skin, her reflexes kicked in, horsekicking him square in the mouth. 

She scurried her back to a wall, scared that he brought someone with him to finish her off. Who is this white man in my house?! Where is my boyfriend!?! Where are my pants!?! 

Her pants being gone set the bomb that was in her head to blow. 

Her name being called whipped her head to that direction, but it was a woman. Her feathered hair, her soft demeanor with a voice just as light as paper still wasn't enough to calm her. 

“Alana Mendez?” She spoke, keeping her distance as her hands stayed in Alana’s line of sight. “My name is Detective Olivia Benson, I’m here with the NYPD. There were a few calls to 911 about a fight? A man was sent fleeing from this apartment, did he do this?” 

Alana’s mouth opened to speak but words were stuck, NYPD? Detectives? Herself? Her Pants? Too much to take in with little time. 

“Where are my pants?” She asked, looking at her bruised up thighs and shin. Her mind came to the conclusion by itself, that sick fuck.

Olivia placed a white blanket over her legs, asking for the male paramedics to leave the apartment. Her focus went back to Alana who at this point was dead inside. This man who she didn’t know… did her like this. and left her to die… The world is so cold. 

“Do you have any idea who could have done this to you? Any body description? Facial features that stuck out? Article of clothing that you remember?” 

Alana’s eyes wandered to the left, she couldn’t risk her life to say his name, who knows what he would do if he knew she ratted him out. That’s when a thought zoomed past. 

“I don’t know the man's name, nor can I describe him. but he does go by the name of Smoke.”

“Smoke?” Olivia questioned, “And why do they call him smoke?”

“Because just like now, He’s gone with the fuckin wind.”

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[rimqueen]

I know you said you aren’t the biggest fan of fluff (besides domestic) especially regarding Jimmy (I assume) but this is Jimmy being largely depressing and ruining his own life, despite your best intentions. Warning (I guess) for him crashing out (but I try to keep things not super detailed).

He doesn’t understand why someone so nice would put up with him. Not even in the way that Curly puts up with him, because you’ll actually say something back sometimes in this warning tone that makes him nervous inside, even if he wouldn’t ever admit it.

Jimmy may or may not have a thing for incest fantasies, but you’re *too close* for him to even really picture you that way. Something over a friend, over a sister, over a girlfriend. He’d seen you topless “on accident” before, but his cock barely even twitched, which confused the fuck out of him. You certainly aren’t ugly, that’s for sure, he doesn’t hang around women he finds ugly.

He doesn’t know what to think of you half of the time, besides the fact that he likes you deep down, even when he acts like a cunt sometimes. He tries to tamper it down a little around you because you really do think he can be better, even when he inevitably (metaphorically) shits the bed again and you have to come clean up the mess. It’s like you somehow see something in him that even he himself can’t see. And it’s not like you’re stupid, you’re not like one of the (many) trashy bimbos he’d date for a couple months before he had a cataclysmic breakup with her. You don’t act like he’s perfect, you know he isn’t, but you still put in effort with him.

So when he gets plastered and you let him crash at your place, because he doesn’t want to walk all the way to his apartment or Curly’s, it’s a quiet and shameful “thanks” in the morning. Maybe he makes coffee before you wake up because he feels guilty for being such a burden to you, which you never once say he is, but he feels like he is. Every reassuring smile, every blanket tucked over him at 1AM, it makes him feel inadequate. Like he’s using you, somehow, this time is different though because he doesn’t *want* to use you. He wishes he could somehow make up for everything he’s ever done, every snide comment, but he thinks to himself that nothing he could ever do would make up for him being himself.

When Jimmy really fucks up, really breaks your heart in a way that even *you* can barely find the words to say something to him — everything comes crashing down. He’s fucked up the one, good and true thing he’s had in his life, and no amount of drinking ‘til the morning, stubbing cigarettes out on his arm, or wishing he was dead is going to make him feel any better about it. He can’t convince himself that you were just some stupid girl, someone who saw the best in everyone, because he had seen you look down on people before. But never him. Nothing has ever hurt so badly before, not when his mother called him all of those awful names, not when he was beat for no good reason at all. He doesn’t understand why it feels like his whole chest has collapsed, why everything is hollow and aching all at once. Maybe he does know why, but he won’t accept it, won’t admit it. Won’t say the word.

You might try to reach out through Curly, months later. Of course you would. You’re too good, you know him too well, you know he’d crash out on himself. Jimmy makes sure that Curly doesn’t tell you anything. Makes sure that you don’t have the faintest idea how he’s doing, how miserable he is now that you’re gone. He doesn’t want to take up your time again, when you could be giving it to someone worthy.

- ☎️

— Written with personal experience, this feeling is awful. Then again I’m the anon who wrote “you rotting with Jimmy while you’re both depressed” so I guess this can’t be too surprising. Putting my favorite fictional men and making them severely emotionally distressed is just my thing or whatever ฅ(ᵔ꒳ ᵔマ.ᐟ

I REALLY LIKE THIS!!! I also think jimmy would react irrationally when someone displays genuine love towards him he likes it but also hates it and doesn’t know how to react so he acts out like a toddler… like he doesn’t get why u would stay w him!!

and omg I love incest fantasies so bad… I think he has such awful mommy and daddy issues.. and mainly mommy ones I think he looks for a mommy in every lady unknowingly esp when she is so very willing to get stern with him and clean up after him and do things his mom never did for him ugh.. but yah.. just jimmy fucking up everything good in his life so very real.. idk I just think he gets so in his head ab it,, like he’s simultaneously a narc who’s like but can she even keep up with me is she even good enough for me but also so self loathing ughh selfserving and self loathing I love him

[dez78]

Astarion, darling. That's Illegal

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion x You

Summary: You get a cuteness overload with our favorite vampire bf. ;)

(Not my gif)

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Astarion's face card was no doubt, the best you'd ever laid your eyes upon, but this particular day. He was just so fucking cute, and you couldn't contain yourself. It was the same reaction you'd have looking a small kitten or an adorable puppy.

You tried, so hard. You really did. You caught yourself staring multiple times already, four times in the last few seconds.

Astarion wasn't doing anything spectacular, he was literally just sitting at the entrance of his tent on his bed of pillows, reading a book. That's it.

It was the way his jaw flexed when he smiled at something he read, the way his hair curled around his ears, the soft way he tapped his foot, the way his eyes followed the pages of the book he was currently engrossed in. The way his face looked so innocent, so boyish in this particular moment.

His face was completely relaxed, he looked comfortable. You'd only been together for a week, but you instantly knew, no doubt about it that you would kill for this man. You would protect him at all costs.

He was your baby, your lover, yours to protect. You had an ache suddenly when you watched him, realizing that someone had hurt him. That bastard, hurt that precious being. You grimaced and shook those vile thoughts away.

Astarion looked up at you, he had felt your intense stare. He smiled that genuine smile, the only one he wore for you. Your breath hitched and your heart raced in your chest. He set his book aside.

"Come here." You called to him, he obeyed and stood, he walked over to you. Then he did the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He put his hands behind his back and swayed from side to side innocently.

"Yes, my treasure?" He said, his voice was affectionate and so pure, it made your heart burst. You wanted to sob right there. You grabbed his face, and he looked at you, his face was terribly confused.

"Astarion, darling. That's illegal!" You cried, you squished his face together, adding to his confusion.

"What?" He asked, the question was so innocent, and his voice was muffled. You cursed the gods; he was your undoing, and he didn't even know it.

You pulled him into a tight hug, he reciprocated, but he still didn't know what he had done.

"You're too fucking cute, stop it. It's going to kill me. It's maddening!" You hissed, though your voice had no bite to it. You pulled him away and grabbed his face again, peppering his face with a dozen kisses. He chuckled.

"Darling..." He said, his voice was especially affectionate now. You pulled away,

"You're too adorable for your own good, mister." You told him before attacking him with kisses once more, he laughed now as he held your waist. He didn't protest, free kisses were never a horrible thing, especially if they came from you.

[pacific-coast-hockey]

well my favorite fan observation i've ever had at the tank was one time i was sitting way the fuck up in the rafters and this guy kept shouting "shoot it dickhole!! shoot it!!" and i was like WHAT is this guy's DEAL. and then realized ten minutes in he was yelling "SHOOT IT PICKLES!! SHOOT IT!!" and was literally only shouting at pickles to shoot. that man wanted pickles to get a norris trophy so damn bad if it was the last thing he did. pickles ended the season with 6 entire goals. and that's why he's goated

[gl1tchr]

favourite fandom artists and writers for someone to check out

I'm so new here, I feel like anyone I could recommend is gonna be way more established/known than me already lmaoo!! but I'll still do it as a reason to gush about all the artists I enjoy :3 I'll give a heads up, I don't have as many writer recommendations! I haven't been reading fanfics as much these days, but I'll still do my best!

@pexisnotwell is one of my favorite artists that draws a ton of Hatter, ouhhhh their unique style reminds you of a childrens book in the best way, and it fits Jervis' vibes immaculately!! I can't recommend their work enough, the style really is so detailed and expressive ^^

@sealjustaseal and @skxtchyghost are two of my favorite artists that make lots of Scriddler specific content (tho sketchy is on a Disco and Yakuza kick, you've been warned, for me this is amazing because I love both of those games/game series)!! Their styles remind me a lot of each other, very pen-drawn looking and primarily in black and white or with minimal color to make things pop! Cute fluff comics/drawings, but the occasional *stunning* piece of fanart, definitely recommend these two for fun Scriddler/other fandom stuff!!

@acapelladitty is one of the only consistent writers I follow that I could recommend, works primarily focusing on NSFW fanfiction in several IPs but TONS of Batman/DC :3 this is your FAIR WARNING RIGHT NOW I already said it but most of their work IS NSFW and can involve kinks/fetishes you may not be open to reading about! If you do check out their stuff, read the tags! They put a LOT of amazing effort into keeping things properly tagged so if you read something you didn't wanna read I cannot help you there, they've done their due diligence lmao

@finzphoenix, obviously, one of the most insane nuts bonkers talented artists I've actually ever seen in my life but I don't have to tell u that they're fucking awesome, I don't even need to go into that much Detail, if you HAVEN'T seen their work (totally unsure how you'd find Me but not them in the Batman fandom but just in case) PLEASEEE do and also commission them and also give Me money so I can commission them /j. Just insane illustration work and everything I aim to be as an aspiring comic creator!!

@falbrightsplace is also someone I'm just Always going to tell people to follow, not just for Batman/DCU related stuff, but for just fun fandom stuff broadly! I don't wanna put him on blast or make him think he's gonna work overtime LMAOO but he DOES have some stuff that I Know is being worked on that is very cool!! give him a look pleaseee (also he does voice work! Literally the only voice actor I could recommend cuz he's the only one I Know Personally lmaoo)

so to close this out, I don't know a ton of people that you guys don't already know too ghsdg but there's always new people joining and I guess I can comprehend someone finding my work before theirs! So if I can Funnel people looking at my stuff to even more talented, cool people I'm GONNA do it