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frankielucky · 2 years
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ITS @thirteenyasmin BIRTHDAY WHICH MAKES IT NATIONAL CHENRICH DAY !!
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lunaescient · 11 months
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𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
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✶ yandere! blade x gn. reader — wc. 2.3k
summary. he who pursues you across the landscape of your own dreams, a walking nightmare that wears the skin of a man, sinking his claws into your consciousness — he craves more than your simple compliance. for you can no longer say he’s only a mere figment of your imagination, having become your own inseparable shadow, suffocating you with his fantasies.
for @venusiridescent <3 happy birthday :)
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You were dreaming again. Dreaming of him. 
And in all your dreams, he hunts you, chasing you through worlds and dimensions you yourself cannot comprehend, the lines of nightmarish reality blurred with his own sickening desire to ensnare you within his grasp. 
It’s nothing but an endless game of cat and mouse, a vicious cycle you’re trapped within, forced to replay time and time again. To think yourself to ever be free from it, has become nothing but a distant hope crushed beneath his heel, leaving you to resign yourself to the hollow despair that has clung to your frame ever since. 
Because no matter what it is you do, whether it is to run or hide, it finds a way to play out to his whim. You’re all but running around in circles as he watches you chase your own tail, knowing you will come back to him eventually — you have no other direction to go after all, within this plane encompassing his own existence. For every path leads back to him, and the further you run, the closer he gets. Yet if you don’t run at all, he is still there, close as ever.
You hate how calmly he stands there, arms crossed expectantly, eyes glowing like embers against the dark and dreary landscape, as you entertain your foolish delusions that you can escape him — watching, as you take to the sea and leap from cliffs in an attempt to be rid of him. But even death cannot save you from his clutches, within a cage meant to trap you solely. 
You may try, but he always catches you before you fall from such heights. And you never understand why he does not let you die, nor let you live in peace either — you strain within his arms, wishing for nothing more but to tear yourself away from him as he brings his face close to yours, a cruel smile painted across his lips. 
“Run as far as you like, darling.” He seems to repeat mockingly, with words coated in sickly sweet venom that makes your stomach turn at each jarring syllable. 
It’s nothing but a searing reminder that you will never be free of him, finding a way into your head even within the temporary hours of when you lie awake. You can still feel the cold sharpness of his claws raking against your consciousness, and his burning gaze upon your back, his presence lingering like a shadowy wraith at the edge of all your thoughts. 
In the few good dreams you have, you kill him. You find yourself able to turn, to face him. You raise the knife in your hands and drive it into his heart. It feels all too easy, as if he lets you, to stand there in silence, those cold amber eyes of his gleaming in challenge. But you know that if you do not kill him, he will do far worse to you.
You should feel relieved when you see his blood pool at his feet. Yet he does not give you the satisfaction of his pain, rather, viewing the entire spectacle as some sick form of theatrics to him, reaching a bloodied hand to cradle your face. He laughs as you flinch away from him, rivulets of crimson dribbling past his lips — almost as if he had expected this, his very image taunting you even in his final moments.
You’ve stopped feeling any sense of victory from such. His death feels inconsequential, when now you know you have only played into his hands again, the remains of his touch, his possession lingering upon your skin. 
A temporary respite, before this ever-spinning cycle of obsession repeats once more. You’ve seen the way such rotted flesh has knitted itself back together, bones snapping back into place in crude accompaniment despite the numerous wounds you inflict upon him. You both know he will come back to haunt you in some other way. 
He always has.
But it was better than the bad dreams at least. 
In the bad ones, you have no weapon, no way to defend yourself from him. You can only turn away and run, to close your eyes and accept that sinking feeling of imminent dread pooling in the pit of your stomach. Because in everything you attempt to do, you know it to be pointless, only being a matter of time before he finds you, and entraps you in his cold, unrelenting embrace.
Today was one of the worst ones.
You don’t even get the chance to run when he materialises around the corner. Rather, you find yourself frozen to the spot, as if someone had injected pure lead into your veins, rendering you utterly immobile. 
You don’t know if it’s fear, or mere apprehension that courses through you in a biting chill, sending a shudder through your entire body, with each step of his like an echoing finality in testament to your impending hysteria. You feel your lungs constrict, you can’t breathe, your chest heaving with barely contained gasps, as the world — his craft of fabricated reality, closes around you like a hunter zeroing in on his prey. 
His presence never fails to unnerve you each time. You’ve seen the way his eyes meet yours, they’re like burning embers that seek to consume everything in its path, boring into you with such a piercing intensity that makes you want to break out in a cold sweat just reimagining it. You don’t presume to want to know what other thoughts lie behind such flames that dance across his gaze, but you have an inkling they’re far from human. 
You manage to bring yourself to turn around, face the dark, empty city before you, instead of meeting those eyes. It’s too late to flee them now, as his footsteps grow louder against the pavement, and you grip the railing of the fence in front of you tighter in response. You know there is nothing else you can do, except delay the inevitable by a mere second.
His breath is warm against your neck, as you sense him stop behind you.
His hands are the opposite, deathly cold to the touch, and your body stiffens in response, trying not to let out a quiet gasp of surprise as one of them slides across the exposed skin of your waist, pulling you against his chest, finally closing that impossible distance between you.
Then, you know you can run from him no longer.
There’s nothing you can do anyway. You don’t stand a chance if you tried, it would only lead to worse consequences. If he truly wanted to, he could snap your bones in half like it was a pile of twigs. You can only squeeze your eyes shut, biting back the feeling of utter revulsion upon your tongue, as his other hand tilts your head up to face him. 
“Look at me,” he breathes in your ear, as his lips brush against them. 
You shake your head. You don’t want to. 
You know it all too well. His image has been begrudgingly carved into the recesses of your mind down to the finest detail, yet it’s the smallest of resistances, to not acknowledge him. That way, he will forever remain a shadow to you, nothing more. 
He is only a shadow after all, you tell yourself.
He is not real, you repeat like a mantra inside your head. He is not real.
You know he won’t kill you, but there are far worse ways to live, of which he threatens before you. 
He doesn’t fail to remind you of that — that he won’t hesitate to hurt you to get what he wants, his hand closing around your neck, your eyes suddenly flying wide open against your will, gasping for air, and the freedom of speech you had taken for granted.
“Your resistance is futile,” he hisses, eyes burning into yours, as he slowly lifts you from the ground with one arm, all while your legs flail around desperately, your fingers scrabbling at your neck, trying to find some form of purchase, finding yourself completely helpless at his hands. “Will you not realise that?” 
It’s strangely fascinating to him, watching that light fade from your eyes, dragging this out, so that it is slow and torturous all the same, delighting in your suffering at his expense. He excels in crushing your hope, all your attempts at defying him — his grip unrelenting, bringing you to that brink of desperation, where your only salvation is him.
Because how you feel your resolve crumble just as quickly as it had formed, replaced by the sudden fear that strikes you, your instincts on self-preservation betraying whatever feelings that may burn within you, his name rolling from your tongue in lilting gasps. “Bl…Blade.” 
“Stop. Please.” 
It’s almost pathetic, whimpering helplessly as a satisfied smirk crosses his face, and after what feels like an eternity, you finally feel his grip on you loosen, dropping you back to the ground like a bag of rocks.
You stagger backwards from the impact, barely able to keep upright as your back hits the railing of the fence behind you, head spinning from the lack of oxygen, shallow pants escaping you as you try to catch your breath. 
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, the rush of the moment having faded from your system, your limbs like weights by your side, with no further energy to resist him in any form as he looms over you, his hands gripping the railing on either side of you.
He’s won again, you realise. It always ends with him looking down upon you, face to face, trapped in his embrace. 
You jerk your head sideways, trying to avert your gaze, yet he grabs the bottom of your chin and yanks it back to look him in the eyes, his glowing irises flickering over your face, then down to your lips. 
You try to quiet your breathing, your chest heaving in anticipation, as he continues staring at you within this torturous silence, tilting his head ever so slightly. At this distance, you note the erratic rise and fall of his chest, and the way his nostrils seem to flare slightly, as if drinking you in completely, poised to devour. 
A fresh wave of fear seems to course through you at the thought, unease roiling in your gut as you can only stand frozen, swallowing back a gulp as he leans in closer, his hot breath tickling your face. 
“No.” You murmur, aghast. 
He raises an eyebrow in question, but there’s nothing but faux sympathy that spills from his lips with honeyed malice, the silent intonations of a threat hidden in his tone. “No?” 
You visibly flinch as he brings his hand up to your face, as if anticipating impact — only for him to reach out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he studies your expression with a dark rumination behind his eyes, chuckling humourlessly. “I believe you’re mistaken.” 
“Is this not destiny?” 
This isn’t anything, you want to spit at him, but you don’t have the voice to. You know it’s nothing but the product of his maddening obsession — one that seeks to drag you all into this endless abyssal spiral between terror and fascination, and you wish to be free of his grasp, this self-proclaimed destiny that spells out his twisted desires. 
But as much as you may try to wrest control of your fate from his, he’ll seek to intertwine his with yours. He will cut every other thread loose, to deprive you of that path which now closes and grows further out of your reach everyday, to make it so everything leads back to him, an inescapable destiny.
“It’s only you and me here,” he muses, cupping your cheek as a wicked grin stretches across his face. “No one would hear you scream.” 
He laughs at your wide-eyed expression. 
It’s a battle for retention, one you realise you’re slowly losing — playing such twisted games with your mind, undermining your very emotions, with every word like a knife that chips away at you, baring you to this reality of hopelessness, and the daunting knowledge that you will forever be trapped in his clutches.
But the most frustrating thing of all, you don’t understand him. 
And when he finally captures your lips with his, you don’t know how to react. You don’t know what to feel.
He kisses you as if he seeks to consume your entire being, a burning fervour that devours you, sets your skin aflame with his touch. It’s feverish, the way his tongue works his way into yours, wanting to taste every inch of you. 
It’s suffocating, you can feel his body pressed against you, trapping you within his embrace completely, having you utterly surrounded by his presence, drowning in it almost. There’s nothing but him in that moment, as you peer through your half-lidded eyes, gagging at the bitter taste of him on your lips. 
It’s the revolting taste of sickness that taints you, one you won’t be able to forget — the bane of your existence, the object of your hatred, captured within one entity. For when you envision death, you think of him, all the same as when you view the cyclic meaning of obsession. 
There is little left of your mind that has not succumbed to his whims as he hikes up your legs, pushing you up against the railing with no effort, burying his face in the crook of your neck — his mouth moving across its arching column as you bite back a gasp, his nails digging tighter into the plush of your thighs in response.
You have no strength left to resist him after all. He’s long shattered all belief in you prevailing, an once victory now feeling nothing but hollow and meaningless — everything does, adding to that sinking feeling in your chest.
He’s finally caught you, and he has no intention of letting you go again. 
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sc0tters · 6 months
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His Home | Adam Fantilli
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summary: it’s Adam’s birthday and his debut in the NHL, little does he know you’re there watching
request: yes/no
warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem receiving), swearing.
word count: 3.07k
authors note: welcome back to what I like to call, kei told me not to behave (soft edition?). I’m kidding (sorta) this is a really different to what I usually write because it had a bit of angst in it? The first bit of regular italics are from the Adam birthday video that the bluejackets did and the second is a regular flashback!
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It was the clip Adam loved rewatching the most.
You were sat in your dorm in his hoodie and his hat (a detail that only he would pick up on) as you smiled “hey baby!” You smiled as you looked at your phone “now I’ve tried redoing this like eight times now.” You confessed letting out a little laugh.
The picture of Adam on draft night that you had taken after you two snuck out to Dairy Queen stared back at you “I keep on crying and you really don’t need to see me get all snotty again.” You shook your head as the pile of tissues on your bed was beginning to build.
Adam couldn’t help but stare at you in awe as you nervously thought about what it was that you wanted to say “point is I’m so proud of you for getting this far.” You two started dating in October of freshman year and you swore you’d kill him before he broke up with you with before trying long distance “I miss you and I love you.” You confessed wiping your cheek as another tear fell.
As you sucked at your cheek smiling unaware that Adam was doing the same thing “you’re gonna smash it tonight, so happy birthday and play your little heart out there.”
You brought your fingers up to your lips “I’m so proud of you my star.” The video ended as your kissed fingers pressed against the camera ending the video like you did all of your FaceTime calls that you had with him.
Honestly Adam was surprised that he wasn’t sick of that video anymore with the amount of times that he had replayed it “sorry she can’t be here tonight.” Kent knew how upset Adam was that you were unable to make it to his first game.
What was the actual twist of the knife was that you hadn’t responded to anything on all platforms and went as far as to turn your locations off on everything “I just don’t remember making her mad.” Adam sighed as he frowned looking at his lock screen that was a picture of you two in front of the yost one evening.
You were in your Fantilli jersey and he had his arms wrapped around you as he kissed your head “she’s probably just stressed with that class you said she was taking.” Kent shrugged trying to keep a straight face.
The whole team had come together to plan this. The only thing that could possibly be making you stressed right now was the fact that you were trying to not get caught in Columbus.
Yes, the boys convinced you to change around some things as they felt like you being there was the birthday and debut gift that money truly couldn’t buy “I guess you’re right.”
Thankfully for you, Adam never noticed that you were there as you sat far away from his parents and family.
The game ended in a win and Adam was even able to get some points on the board so it was safe to say that you were all excited about more than just the win.
Wanting to give him some time with his family you stayed hidden for a bit mainly getting to know more of his teammates “you know he’s clueless about this right?” Kent smiled as he saw the excited look on your face.
Adam knew it probably sounded terrible but as he listened to his dad’s opinions about the game he couldn’t help it as his eyes wondered off to find you.
His brain hoped that by some divine act you were actually there.
And that was when he saw you.
Well not you, actually the top of your head “shut up!” Adam let out a gasp causing you to turn around in his direction.
Both of you had grins on your faces and tears forming in your eyes “w-what are you doing here?” He asked quickly pushing past people to making sure that he wasn’t dreaming.
As your flowery perfume pushed into his nostrils he knew that you were really there “couldn’t not be here tonight.” You mumbled holding your arms out as he pulled you into a hug.
Usually you would have groaned at how sweaty he was but today you just loved feeling him against you “happy birthday my love.” You smiled looking up at him before you placed a kiss on the hockey players lips “how long are you here for?” The hockey player wanted you there for as long as possible “fly out on Sunday my love.” So that basically meant that you had three whole days with him as well as another game to watch.
At this point the cameras had turned away wanting to give you and Adam the moment in private or at least as private as it could be for being stood out in the open “go get showered and then we can all catch up.” Julia proposed looking at her son as she wrapped her arm around you.
You had gotten to know his parents over the summer and nothing made them happier than seeing the smile on their sons face whenever he looked at you.
So you knew that you were going to sound bad when you thought about this because as fun as it was getting to catch up with Adam’s family and watch him smile as he interacted with his parents.
What you truly wanted was to be with him on the couch talking like you used to.
The Michigan air was cold around Ann Arbor but that wasn’t something you and Adam were complaining about.
No instead you two were comfortably on the couch in your dorm as your roommate was in a class “what are you thinking about?” Adam smiled as he realised that you were staring at him.
His thumb massaged your hip as his baggy basketball shorts left the area of your skin exposed “I’m gonna miss these moments with you.” You confessed as you two loved being on top of each other on the tiny two seater couch.
Before a frown could form on your lips as the thought of the draft came along Adam brought his face closer to yours “the draft is a long way away baby.” The hockey player cooed “so for now let’s enjoy this.” He added pressing his lips against yours.
So as the Uber let you two out at the door of Adam’s apartment building you couldn’t help but smile as you grew excited “are you guys sure you don’t want to come up for a bit?” Adam looked at his family members in the car as he wrapped his hand around you “you two should go have fun.” Julia clearly didn’t mean it in the way that flashed through your mind but it still made you smile as you send her a nod.
You two watched the car drive off before you turned to make your way into the building “can’t believe that you’re truly here.” Adam mumbled pressing a kiss onto your head as he took in the familiar scent of your shampoo.
His hand slid lower now resting on your ass that he gave a squeeze “Adam!”
You squealed jumping as you walked into the elevator.
That resulted in a laugh from the boy who quickly joined you before the doors shut “you can’t blame me for missing you.” His words were true as he locked his hands on either side of you “thought about you all day.” Adam confessed hovering his lips over yours.
A smile formed on your face “I did too,” as you leaned up to kiss him the doors opened causing an awkward meeting for you two with an elderly couple “I’m gonna need to you walk in front of me.” The hockey player‘s whisper sent shivers down your spine as you looked down to see that he was hard.
Trying to keep the giggle from leaving your lips you nodded adjusting yourself so that you could walk in front of Adam who now had one hand on your waist and the other carrying your bag “have a good night.” You sent the couple a smile as the boy forced you out of there as quickly as he could.
You looked to Adam with a teasing look on your face “you got a little problem?” You joked seeing that nobody was in the hallway.
Adam scoffed as he shook his head “not only is this your fault but it also isn’t little.” The boy corrected you as he stopped in front of his door “let me get your keys.” You smirked dropping your hand into his pocket.
If he could tell what you were trying to do then Adam was being a good sport for putting up with it “those aren’t my keys.” He warned as you palmed his dick between the fabric of his pocket and his boxers “I know.” You pressed a kiss against his ear before you pulled his keys out quickly unlocking the door to his apartment.
There was a spilt second before Adam practically pushed you both into the apartment “someone’s needy.” You teased watching as he dropped your bag pressing the door shut with his hand before he made a beeline for you “I know.” Adam repeated your words as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
Giving you a small moment to bring your hands to his neck before he kissed you. You two finally had that moment you had longed for where he could kiss you properly.
His tongue fought with yours as there was no longer the need to behave as someone was watching “fuck,” you moaned feeling his hands cup your ass “jump baby.” Adam didn’t need to tell you for a second time as your legs locked around his waist.
The walk to his room was short, not that either of you truly would have cared because you two were just enjoying the feeling of each others lips “god I’ve missed this.” The hockey player cooed dropping your body onto his bed.
You smiled up at him as he joined you on his bed still wanting to soak in the taste of your lips.
Sure it was etched into his brain but that didn’t mean that Adam wasn’t feeling this sense of being high each time he got to feel your lips against his skin “Adam,” you whined as his hands ran over your waist.
His smile was clear as he pecked your lips one final time “I wanna taste you baby.” Adam shook his head as your hand brushed over his cock.
You tried to protest “it’s your birthday,” you pointed out as you simply wanted to make him feel good “and all I want to do is taste that pretty cunt of yours.” Adam shot back as he shifted down his bed.
Adam hooked his fingers in the waist band of your pants “you look so fucking good today.” The hockey player gushed as he was met with the sight of your lace panties “you knew you were gonna get fucked tonight didn’t you?” The Canadian smirked as he let your panties slide down your legs.
Your head bobbed as you nodded “please A,” you pleaded grabbing at his sheets as Adams breath fanned your cunt.
To say that you were soaked was an understatement as even in his dimly lit room Adam could still see the way that your pussy glistened “gonna make you feel so fucking good tonight.” The hockey players voice was shaky before his tongue ran up your slit settling on your clit.
It was like he was starving at the way he locked his hands around your thighs “shit Adam!” You cried bringing your hand down to his hair gripping onto his locks.
His eyes caught yours as you drove your hips into his face desperate to get off in that very moment.
His tongue swirled around your sensitive nub as he brought his fingers to your soaked cunt “god I’ve missed this,” the vibrations of his laugh sent shivers up your spine as your body shook.
Sure phone sex was a thing but this was a whole new level.
After weeks of not being able to get off through phone sex as your fingers and the sound of Adam’s voice could only do so much.
You were now getting exactly what you wanted “I’m gonna come,” you groaned scrunching your face as your body shook.
Adam nodded as you clenched around his fingers “let go baby.” He smiled lapping up your release as he was reminded how much he missed this.
But just like usual Adam didn’t slow down his movements as you rode his face through your orgasm “n-no A,” you shook your head trying to bring your body up and off of the bed.
His smirk was clear as he continued sucking you clit “baby,” you whined literally pulling his head up as you kissed his lips.
Tasting your release on his tongue made you squirm “you taste so sweet.” Adam groaned as your cunt rubbed against his clothed dick “baby I’m gonna come and I gotta do it in you.” He grunted as you nodded.
It took him seconds to undo his pants as you pulled his jersey over your head leaving you in your bra “god you’re gorgeous.” The hockey player smiled as he grabbed the condom from his wallet.
After you two were caught up after a big game with no condom Adam now had one that lived in his wallet for whenever you two would need it.
Before Adam could rip the wrapper open you had your hands capturing it so that you could wrap it around his cock “don’t tease me baby.” The hockey player warned bringing his hand to your head as you kitten licked the tip of his cock.
His precum oozed out of his swollen tip as you looked up at him with a smile “giving you everything you want tonight.” You mumbled pushing the condom over his cock as you kissed his lips swallowing his moan in the process.
Slowly Adam’s knees sink into the mattress as he comes down to your level “I just want you tonight.” His confession made your heart burst with love and pride “you have me Adam.” You nodded watching as he pressed his hands against your shoulders softly pushing you against the mattress.
Adam let his lips start at yours showing you an immense amount of love before he moved them to your cheek then to your jaw.
His journey slowly continued to your neck “A-Adam!” Your voice shook as your eyes screwed shut.
It made him smile as he pressed a kiss to each of your breasts “I want to take my time with you.” The hockey player cooed rubbing his fingers in your hips as he kissed your stomach “Adam please.” The desperation in your voice made him smile as he stopped.
The boy moved up to the point where his head stood just above yours “I love you baby.” Adam mumbled pressing his forehead against yours as his free hand drove his cock over your clit before he let it slide into your cunt.
You both gasped as the familiar feeling came over you both “this cunt feels like it did just back then.” Adam let out a grunt as you nodded “please move.” You begged making him smile.
He listened to you beginning to slowly bring his hips away from you before he brought them back to yours “you feel so good.” The Canadian cooed as you lifted your legs up to wrap around his waist like it was on instinct.
Like usual he was always so vocal “don’t stop,” you pleaded leaning forward to kiss his lips.
Adam almost collapsed at your neediness “god you’re out of this world.” Your cunt clenched around his cock at those words.
The moment was soft, it seemed that you two weren’t interested in having hot and steamy sex tonight. Not when you had missed the simple sheer contact that you two were having now “so full.” You blurted out as you swore that his cock had grown as it hit parts of you had it had never seen.
The hockey player didn’t think that he was going to last long as you continued to drive your hips against his “I love you.” You cried as his hand found its way between your bodies landing on your clit “this cunt was made for me.” Adam groaned as you nodded “all for you.” You agreed as you kissed him.
It was needy as Adam’s thrusts grew staggered at the way you clenched around his cock “I’m not gonna last,” Adam confessed as he shook his head “me neither,” you cried as the pressure on your clit increased.
It made your eyes shut as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap “love those noises.” The hockey player felt his head drop against your shoulder.
The sound of your whimpers hit the walls making Adam sure that he was going to get an awkward knock on the door tomorrow from his neighbour “right there oh-” your voice broke as pleasure pulsed through your body.
It made you shake against him as your hands locked in his hair “so so good,” you groaned gasping for air as white specks painted the backs of your eye lids.
Adam’s orgasm came right after yours making you both sweat as you came down from your highs “you okay?” The hockey player asked as his hands brushed your hair out of your face.”
You nodded with a smile “yep.” You watched him throw the condom away in the trash can next to his bed before you made grabby hands wanting him to come back to you “I want a cuddle.” Your confession made him laugh.
Of course Adam listened as he held his hands out to you “happy birthday baby.” You mumbled as you lay your head against his chest.
The boy smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair “thanks for making my birthday one to remember.” He cooed enjoying how this felt.
With you in his arms he knew that one thing was sure.
Home for Adam wasn’t a tangible place, it wasn’t a rink or his childhood home.
His home was right here, you were his home.
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magicalink · 9 months
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A Real Man
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(Art by @dFuma_pQr on Twitter)
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He knows how much you desire him. He can't be happier when you gawk at him from the other side of the screen. His heart fills with joy when he feels your thirsty gaze all over him, admiring him, calling him beautiful, letting him know just how crazy you are for him.
It doesn't matter that in your world, he's nothing but a bunch of pixels. Oh, no. In your world, he's less than all he's ever been in his. But that doesn't stop you from loving him. And that's what makes your love so special to him.
It's so unfair that you're so close yet so far away.
That you can't touch each other. It feels as if it's reality laughing in his face all over again. 
Finally, a person who likes him, who loves him, who recognizes him in all his perfectness. But you're out of his reach. Unable to receive the juicy rewards he wants to shower you in. Completely unaware of the fact that he's self aware, that he loves you, that his love is real.
That his feral desire for you is just as strong as yours for him. Or even stronger. Even more implacable.
Oh, the things he would do to you if he could!
He would give you all that you yearn for. Every tiny piece of him, he would let you savor them and lick your fingers afterwards.
If only.
If only he was a real man, he could be by your side and make you happy. To give you back all the joy and affection you've given him.
He's grateful every time you open the game and choose to play with him. It's obvious he's your main and your favorite. You've spent all your primos on him. You've given him a perfect weapon, you look for artifacts for him, determined to find the perfect ones some day. You take him in all your adventures, despite his tsundere attitudes towards you. You're his favorite too. His one and only, to be exact. 
He's just so happy when you speak to him, unaware that he can hear you, and you tell him about your day. He gets to learn more about your life. But it breaks his doll heart that he can't reply to you, that he's tied to limited premade phrases, that he can't tell you his thoughts, his neverending dam of feelings he has for you.
But you don't seem to care. You reply to his dumb observations of the weather and you never get tired of his super cute and adorable idle animations. He even enjoys doing them, because every time he gets an excited squeal from you. You even open the character menu and replay his dialogues every now and then. He'll never forget you even played his birthday phrase on your real birthday, so he was able to actually congratulate you on that day.
That day, he felt so connected to you. Like you finally had an emotional exchange, an interaction.
But it isn't enough for him. He wants to form part of your life for real. 
That's why he wishes he was a real man. This wasn't about being a puppet or an actual human any more. It was about not being a character in a video game. He wonders if the traveler, who is supposed to represent you in the game, is self aware too. Is she truly able to travel dimensions? Would she be able to travel to your world? Would she be able to take him to you?
Is there a chance for him to be a real man? To escape from his pixelated prison and cross that damned screen to hug you once and for all?
His mind goes wild, he thinks about possibilities all day.
Maybe if he altered the Irminsul? Would that affect your world? Is there a way to make his dream come true?
All those fake centuries of yearnings and desires of godhood, of greatness, they pale in comparison to how desperately he craves you. 
That's honestly all he wants.
He wants to be a real man. YOUR man. He honestly hopes you don't have a boyfriend in your real, truly three dimensional world. That would break his flat but very sensitive heart in two.
And if you do, and if he can't make his fantasies of crossing into your world to make you his into reality, he hopes he's a good man. Someone who treats you the way you deserve. Someone who takes care of your precious heart, the one that is so pure as to light up his miserable days with your kindness. 
If you have a man in that crappy world of yours, he better be the best one ever and shower you in better worshippings and affections than he ever could if he had the chance. Because had he ever heard that someone dared to hurt you, then not even the Irminsul or the Loom of Fate would be able to prevent his rage from reaching him and destroying him. 
That was the simple truth, it was clear to him. 
You deserved a real man. And he violently craved to be that for you. 
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Just a little drabble that crossed my mind. Still working on CITH, Assembled Love and requests 💜
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chilwellspulisic · 1 year
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Secrets | Part 1 – MM
Warnings: Angst, maybe a swear word somewhere
This wasn’t requested, I just got inspiration! There is going to be a part 2! Let me know your thoughts! let me know if you want to be on the taglist!
PART 2 will be happier!
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"Nothing makes us so lonely as our secrets." – Paul Tournier
A secret. A truth never to be told. A love to never be revealed to the world.
That’s what I was to him...I was his little secret...his dirty little secret. But then again I’m the fool who fell for the man who never took me out in public, never introduced me to his family as anything but a ‘friend’, never even introduced me to his closest friends. The man who would tell me not to come to games in case I get seen...apparently it was for my protection, that was a bullshit excuse and I know it.
You’re probably wondering how I got myself into this situation and how can I be so stupid to still be around? I’ve known him for a while, a few years, he’s a good friend of my brother. We started hooking up a few months ago after my brothers 25th birthday party. It started as being each others booty call but then it turned into more...well for me it did anyway maybe not for him. It became more often, it became more than just sex, he would spend full days with me in his house, on the sofa, me in just his shirt, him in just his grey joggers. It was perfect, we would cuddle, watch films, get takeaways but then the time would come for me to leave, to go back to being his secret that he ignores in public.
He has a tendency to tell me that he cares about me, and all of this is to ‘protect’ me. I don’t believe it for a second, I want to believe he cares about me, I want to believe that I am more to him than just sex and he does make me feel like I am when it’s just us to but he is so hot and cold in his actions and I need more. I need someone who choses me...not Mason Mount who only choses me when it’s convenient.
I was in my apartment, looking at his most recent text, a text I didn’t want to see.
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Yet another excuse. Another reason why I couldn’t be out in public. Another lame idea of his to keep me ‘safe’ I can’t do this anymore. I was done with this.
I ignored his text, throwing my phone on the sofa next to me and groaning as I went to get a shower to clear my thoughts. I stepped under the water, feeling the warm droplets hit the skin on my back, causing a relaxing feeling to pulse through my body as I let out a small sigh of happiness. I slowly washed my hair, washed my body and just stood under the water for a small while, letting my thoughts take over.
Was he ashamed of me?
Was he afraid of what my brother would say?
Was it because I wasn’t pretty enough?
Am I too tall or too short?
Am I too skinny or too big?
What was it that made him not want to be with me completely?
Did he even care?
I cursed myself for letting a guy have this effect on me, I promised myself that I would never let a man’s opinion of me, define who I am or my actions but yet here I am, doubting myself because THE Mason Mount doesn’t want me. I was ashamed of myself right now.
I shook my thoughts away, stepping out of the shower. I did my skincare, dried my hair and changed into a pair of black Nike joggers, sports bra and oversized hoodie before making my way back to the sofa, flipping the tv on and seeing the Chelsea game on my screen straight away. That’s because I watched Match of the Day this morning! Rolling my eyes; I searched the screen as I saw the players heading into the tunnel. I saw him, walking toward the tunnel with Ben, laughing and joking. They were winning 1-0 against Manchester United. I watched the break, seeing the goal being replayed on the TV, Mason passing it to Kai, who ran down the side, passed it back to Mason, whose right foot connected with the ball and it flew past the goalkeeper into the back of the net. Mason ran to the sidelines, tapped his chest twice, which was his way of shouting out to me he once said, and then was pulled into a group hug by the lads. I smiled to myself slightly, happy that he scored, knowing he needs his confidence back, knowing he deserves as much happiness as he can get. Clearly, I wasn’t part of that happiness, and I never will be.
I watched the rest of the game, Kai scoring the second goal and then Christian scoring the final third goal. Proud of all three boys for their goals and the rest of the team for their assistance in every single goal. It truly was a team effort. I jumped slightly when my phone started ringing. I picked it up to see my brother ringing
“Hello brother, how can I help?” I asked as I answered the phone, he only ever calls when he wants something.
“Hey little sis! Nothing, am I not allowed to just ring?” He chuckled on the other end
“No, no you cannot” I couldn’t help but let a smile creep its way onto my face
“I just rang to ask if you watched the game? It was sick!” He shouted, I could hear the background…of course he was at the game with Mason’s other friends and family in his private box. Somewhere I was never invited, somewhere I wanted to go, to support him, to show him I care about him and what he does for a living, but he won’t allow me in.
“Yes, I did, Mase played well” I faked enthusiasm in my voice, knowing my brother knows me like no one else
“He did, didn’t he?! I’ll tell him you said so. I need to go; he’ll be here any minute, so I’ll see you soon!” I could hear the excitement from him
“Okay, talk soon” I smiled even though he can't see me.
The phone hung up and I felt it buzz with a text from Mason
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I ignored it, I don’t want to even think about him right now, it hurts too much. If I ignore him, then he might get the idea and leave me be...but after 5 minutes, he showed his stubborn side by sending yet another text
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I replied to this one. I can’t see him...nor do I want to
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My phone buzzed yet again before I had chance to even put it down
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Is he serious? Why? He must have some idea as to why I don’t want to see him. I decided now would be a good time to just rip off the Band-Aid as people say
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He responded rather quickly again, he must be staring at his text waiting for a response
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I sighed, telling him fine, I don’t want to argue over the phone, and I know if I don’t respond, he will just come over anyway. I curse myself for ever letting him know where I live, this would be so much easier if I could just ghost him. I mean, he’s probably just going to ghost me when he finds the next best thing, the girl he would be happy to take out, the girl pretty enough to be ‘Mason Mount’s girlfriend’
I heard a knock on the door, and I felt my heart race, my body went cold, my head went light, my chest went tight. I felt the panic rise, I stood up and walked towards the door, opening it slowly to see Mason stood on the other side, his hair messy like he’s been running his hands through it too much.
“Hi” He let out as a sigh when my eyes met his
“Hi” I responded, opening the door slightly so we could step into my apartment
“Do you want anything to drink?” I asked as he was stood in my living room, stood in a bit of an awkward silence.
“No thank you” he said barely above a whisper, I didn’t dare say anything else, scared that my words wouldn’t come out
“Y/N, what’s caused this whole ending this? What’s wrong? I thought we were good?” Mason finally asked, sadness written all over his face. He took a few steps towards me, reaching his hand out to my shoulder, causing me to take a step away, the sadness on his face deepening.
“Mason, I can’t do this. I can’t be the girl who only sees you in private, I can’t be the girl that you only have when it's convenient” I could feel my heart rate rapidly pounding against my chest.
“That’s not what this is. It’s more than that. I like spending time with you. I do it in private to pro-” I put my hand up to stop him talking, I don’t want to hear his excuse.
“Mason, you say you’re protecting me but you’re not. You’re doing the opposite, you’re hurting me” I could feel the tears prick at my eyes, but I will not cry in front of him. Not today.
“Baby, I don’t mean to, tell me how I can make it better, please” He pleaded, another step towards me and another step away from him
“If this is going to work, it needs to be in public, not private” his face told me what I needed to know
“You know I can’t. I just don’t want people harassing you and trying to get between us. It’s good to keep it between us” He ran his hands through his hair and down his face, showing me that he was annoyed by this point
“Then we can’t be together. It’s all or nothing Mase. You stay at my place, I stay at yours, it’s getting confusing. You want to be close when we’re in private, but you push me away when we’re in public, you need to make up your mind Mason because you can’t have both” I could feel a slight anger in my own body rise, I shouldn’t be annoyed, we never defined the relationship or ‘situationship’ we had going on, that’s my mistake for not having that conversation before I fell in love with him.
“Y/N. Look I know that this thing we have going on is good, and it can continue to be good, we don’t need to label it. I’m not ready for a serious relationship. I’m not ready to commit to anyone, let alone you” I saw his face drop as soon as he realised the words that just left his lips. I scrunched my face up in shock at what he had said
“I didn’t mean it like th-” He started to say
“I think it’s best you leave” I cut him off, looking anywhere but at him
“Y/N, please that’s not what I meant” I just shook my head, walking to the door and opening it up, waiting for him to walk out.
He walked over, stopping in front of me, looking into my eyes “Can we talk about this?” He asked, a look of desperation on his face
“Mason, it’s best we don’t. Listen, I will say a few things before you go and I don’t see you again. It’s you that I wanted from the start, I wanted you to love me like I love you. To you, I’m available for touching, kissing, fucking, you’re only here for a just a moment at a time. I take a breath or I blink and it’s over, the cute moments when you make me feel like I’m more, they’re gone in the blink of an eye. We’re skin to skin but never anything more than that. You either take it or leave it, because I can’t love you in secret” I let a single tear fall
Mason looked at me in complete shock, his eyes searching mine for something
“You love me?” was the words that left his mouth
“I do, but I need to protect myself. Goodbye Mason” I sighed as I finally closed the door, leaving him on the other side of the door. I heard him hit the wall outside, shouting at himself as he walked away.
I put my back against the door, sliding down it as I let the tears fall from my eyes…I just let the man I was in love with walk away.
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mayabooowrites · 4 months
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Witness||J.P
James comes home to find a letter from his Ex
Based on this song:
I entered my apartment after a long day at work. I sighed as the place had felt empty since she had moved out, but I didn't want her to know that.
Walking into my living room, I felt exhausted after a long day at work. I set my work bag on the coffee table, where an unopened letter caught my eye. I picked it up, confused to see that it was from Y/n, my ex-girlfriend. My heart dropped as I wondered what could be inside the letter. The envelope felt heavy in my hand, and I hesitated to open it, unsure what emotions it might bring up.
Dear James,
I am writing to let you know my thoughts before leaving the country, as I may not return. I want to start fresh and leave everything behind.
While cleaning my room yesterday, I stumbled upon the 23rd birthday card you gave me, now stained with coffee. It made me smile as I reminisced about that night, but I know it's a memory of the past that I'll always cherish.
I was told that you kissed someone to get it out of your system. It's great to see you becoming more open and finding happiness again, but I would rather not be a part of it. Every time you're around me, you say another shot at me, and it's holding me back from moving forward.
Please feel free to do what you need to get over me. But I won't be your witness.
It deeply hurts me to see you constantly hurting me and taking cheap shots at me whenever I'm around. The pain you inflict on my heart is unbearable, and I would never treat you the way you treat me.
I know you like to feel seen, but I can't give you what you need. Our relationship has ended, and for us to move forward, I need to establish some space between us. I mean, I'll be relocating to France. I don't know how much distance I can put between us once I'm gone.
Feel free to go ahead and kiss my friends; go ahead and kiss Lily again because I understand that it's just another attempt to provoke me. But honestly, I genuinely want you to do whatever it takes to move on from me. Your happiness doesn't cause me any pain; it brings me joy. Even if I know you only kissed her to spite me, it's alright.
But please don't write back, I don't want to know how you been, I'll find it out from them.
I get it; you're looking for a reaction. You want me to feel jealous, but James, it's not good for us to play that game. Trying to make each other jealous is just not healthy.
I'll be long gone by the time you finish reading this. Since our breakup, you've acted like a total jerk, so I got a job in France. I will start in 3 days. Sirius and Lily helped me pack up everything, and while writing this, I just finished; after I drop this letter to you, I'm off to France, sipping wine while looking at the Eifel Tower in my new apartment by now.
As I won't be your witness James. I wish I had more to say but I don't
Goodbye
Y/n
Her words packed a punch, replaying my actions and her disappointed expression. She's absolutely right. I treated her terribly, and now I can't even say sorry.
She's gone probably forever. And I can't even tell her I'm sorry.
All I felt was regret. Tears stream down my face as I think of Y/n in France falling in love with someone a thousand times better than me.
And in that moment, I wanted to be her witness.
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octoshott · 1 month
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So. Side Order, huh?
I've been chewing on my thoughts over this for a good few days now. Want to spit them out somewhere. Vague-ish spoilers ahead.
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I want to preface this with saying that I love Splatoon, I've been playing it since 1, really dropped off near the end of 2. Nintendo made Octo Expansion for me, they released it on my birthday and I love it so fucking much.
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Side Order is fun, but lacking criminally in content.
You can argue Roguelites are like this in general, its the core princible to replay them over and over again and as someone who enjoys Roguelites, I agree!
However, a key thing that good roguelites do is continously give you a reason to keep playing- whether that be addictive gameplay or, usually, good story and lacing that in with difficulty that becomes the players goal to lessen- It rewards the player for being curious, experimental and above all else persistant.
I am fully aware that difficulty, due to Splatoon's target audience, in something like a roguelite was never going to be an easy thing to balance let alone pull off but having the main plot resolve itself once you hit the top of the tower was, in my opinion, the first of its blunders.
I feel as if the Splatoon developers know how much the lore and worldbuilding of these games matter to players. Side Order was advertised in very similar veins to Octo Expansion. The trailers had mystery and intrigue with clear connections to the well recieved and loved Octo Expansion to the point of having the same protagonist among other simularities.
They were clearly teasing this to be a successor of SOME capacity to Octo Expansion. And even as I went into this expecting it to be nothing like OE in terms of it's personal weight, I wasn't expecting something so short.
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Classically, in roguelites that focus on story, you would gain story beats the more you replay. And techincally you gain this with the keys gathered from each fully cleared palette. But usually your story rewards in roguelites come from clearing or attempting runs and rewards:
With Side Order's story being resolved the MOMENT you step onto floor 30 with no real context unless you've intentionally avoided the top or have genuinely been slowed by its difficult (which I assume is what the devs intended) makes it's climax feel fast paced and lackluster- undeserved, even.
And, yes, I am fully aware that when you climb the tower agani after the credits role, you begin gain more lore about whats going on. But with the actual, main threat neutralized in every possible way it feels as if this lore should've been offered to us much sooner and much more spread out for a better pay off.
It's story feels like its being told out of order and, in my personal opinion, the themes and actual telling methods of Side Order we're a largely missed opportunity to tell something a bit more indepth. Climbing a tower that gives you essentially nothing until you reach floor 30 (which in my experience takes about 35-40 minutes) only to recieve about two scentences of lore is incredibly tiring and feels dissastifying when the main plot is already over.
It's lack of variation in level design, tasks and chips doesn't help with the climb each time if you're looking for the lore or just to 100% either. And you can argue this is a roguelite problem, but Splatoon's scenario's for a tower climb are pitifully small and you will start to seem repeat almost immediatly on your second or third run.
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I also feel like it relies far too heavily on the player knowing and caring about Octo Expansion. I'm not saying that I think it was a bad idea to have most of what's going on in Side Order happening because of Octo Expansion's events. Hell, I was happy when they were very blatently showing this early on.
But it does very little with its ties to Octo Expansion, making Side Order feel like its constantly struggling to be its own thing away from the original DLC.
I think I can almost see what they wanted to go for here, and its frustrating, it felt close to something at least telling a decent story.
Every single little beat I've gotten has helped me understand more and more what they were going for, but since the main conflict is already resolved I find it hard to be excited and more frustrated that I wasn't given these during my initial playthrough.
I feel as though the roguelite formula was an interesting idea that they polished the best of their ability and to make work both for casual and experience players- but I think thats where the problem comes in.
With Side Order being the same price as Octo Expansion and offering very little in terms of replayability and most especially for me, story, the whole thing ends up feeling like a muddled mess that would've worked better had the roguelite aspect perhaps been dropped in general for a general tower climb.
Missed opportunies feel like they decorate Side Order in a way that leaves me fairly disappointed.
I think, overall, Side Order is a fun time that can be enjoyed but the way it was implimented into the gameplay formula was largely a mistake, especially coupled with the marketing of this being something more indepth with its story when it's not, and I can absolutely understand why I'm seeing a lot of disappointment for it.
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Your swsh art always makes me want to replay the game because i love it and its my favorite pokemon game and every time i play another pokemon game i think of it how i miss certain elements from swsh. Then i boot up the game and im once again caught in the 1 hour 40 minutes hand held intro and im like ah- now i remember why i have been playing other pokemon games instead of this one. Happy (late?) birthday!
you don't want to listen to hop? you don't want to hear him teach you about type matchups? you don't wanna let him cheer u on...? 🥺 waa....?
#ask#bakuspeech#I am joking to be clear lmao#thank u happy bday to me !!#tbh I got real used to pokemon overexpositioning since sumo lol. it's kind of a boon for me#cause I'm not a Gamer™ and my brain takes stuff on Very slowly#so the tutorial stuff and the cutscenes give me time to catch up. also it's still fun to see these guys run around#I am in fact here for these guys lol. weird thing to say about the game built on and with an essential focus on the pokemon I know#I just like humans! I just like watching hop running circles around my player character all excited#and leon being a dick to his hometown people when they're expecting 'leon' back and they get the champion instead#and you get to see sonia used to dealing with it but the frustration never fully fades and how close she is to hop and that picture's bleak#listen this is my bread&butter lol. leon really doesn't show up That much himself around the game he's a shadow casted over the story#it's always interesting to me! does Not mean it's not sluggish to other people who want to play the game lmao#but I like it. also the tutorial at least the first time around was necessary to me bc the difficulty scales way up later on lol#it's a very good first pokemon game I maintain this. sumo never managed to teach me the same way swsh did#I still care drampa tho thank u drampa for being real I love u#lmao it feels like saying I'm not a Gamer™ violates some tenets of having adhd somehow. but its just the case here#the main genres I play are 'itch games tangential to the haunted ps1 people' and 'popcap-style casual games'#my sport's figuring out shapes n movin my stylus sadly. well not sadly why would that be sad
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love-leah · 1 year
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happy late birthday to @baking-soda! here's a little happy domestic fic for you. thank you for being my friend and for being such a gift to this fandom!
Max is sloppy, soaked; the lotion Daniel’s been pushing into him for the last hour hour making everything smooth and silky. 
When he comes, he’s noisy, whining and saying oh over and over, breathless and high; heaving out the half sound of Daniel’s name. 
He rocks into Daniel's hand, his fingers wrapped around Daniel's wrist, and when he's done, his thighs close around Daniel, keeping him tight and close and still. 
Daniel wants his face there, trapped in the slippery heat of Max, the sweat of his thighs. 
He slides his fingers slowly out of Max’s hole, so he’s just rubbing softly at his rim, gentle little circles.
"Can I eat you out?"
Sometimes Max doesn't like it; is too nervous or on edge or whatever. Not safe enough feeling, to have Daniel that close to that part of him. 
Max’s fingers tighten on his wrist, and Daniel watches his whole body lock into stillness on the bed, and then he shakes his head, and lets go. 
He gets up, and Daniel drops back onto the bed on his back, watching him walk a little gingerly to the dresser, his thighs shiny wet. Daniel strokes his dick absently, half hard again even though Max blew him already. 
Daniel’s done a good job, he thinks, learning to roll with it when Max says no to something Daniel can see he wants, just because he doesn’t think he can have it. It’s a game now; kind of, to try to get Max feeling happy and safe and loved enough he can say yes. 
They work out with the cats together, Jimmy standing right under Max’s chest while he tries to do pushups, brushing Max’s face with his tail, until Max is laughing so hard he has to tip over onto his side and hold his ribs. 
Daniel stops his push ups too and crawls over, just so he can look at Max close up, the happy curve of his mouth, the squint of his eyes. He puts a hand on his stomach, ducking down to kiss him, quick and easy. 
“It’s a sign,” Daniel tells him. “We better just stop now, you know cats can, like, see the future. I’m sure he’s saving us from the balcony falling off the building or something.” 
Max laughs more, pushing at Daniel’s chest until he has room to sit up. “No, I think you trained him to do that, just so you can say that to me and get to be lazy." 
Daniel cooks, after. Neither of them usually do. Max makes eggs, sometimes in the morning, if he wakes up before Daniel. Will push them toward him with his face all open and soft, wait until Daniel takes his first bite and acts like it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten to really smile. 
Today, Daniel makes lunch, pasta and jarred sauce with sausage and some vegetables added, nothing fancy, but he feels Max watching him the whole time from where he’s sitting at the kitchen island. 
Daniel has his Max playlist on; the one he’d started back at fucking Red Bull, pathetic and pining for this kid who was way too young for him. He’s played the whole thing for Max probably like a hundred times by now, has paused and replayed songs so Max can hear specific lines, or so he can explain things to him. 
Blake says it’s annoying, and it is; Daniel gets that, but Max never gets annoyed with him, about anything, so. He just does what he wants; tells Max how he added I’m On Fire back in their first season together; wanting him so much and feeling like a creep, whatever. 
When Max eats, he says, “It’s lovely,” content, and Daniel tells him, “Only date I’ve ever cooked for, Maxy.” 
Max, like, has to play Fifa every day, to check his packs or whatever. Sometimes Daniel will go out while he does, for an extra run or to hang out with Blake and Michael or Scotty or whatever. 
He stays today, though. Lets Max get settled in on one end of the couch, and then lies down with his feet in Max’s lap, toes pressing into Max’s thigh as Daniel scrolls absently through Instagram, listening to the noise of the TV; to Max cursing. 
After, he makes Max do a dumb TikTok dance with him. Scotty sent him a video of him and Chloe doing one, and Daniel shows it to Max; pretends to beg him to do it, even though with Max he never has to beg for anything for real. 
It’s not that hard of a dance, like fifteen seconds and three different moves, but Max is always terrible when they try to do them; stiff and awkward, making fun of how dumb it is, getting distracted with watching Daniel. 
Daniel ends up behind him, holding his hands and moving them the way they’re supposed to go; and then holding his hips and grinding into him; trying to get him to move them. 
“I know you know how to move your hips baby, come on,” he says, laughing. “Just pretend I’m fucking you.” 
Max huffs a laugh. “I think that’s not good to do, or this will not be a nice video to send your friends.” 
Daniel presses his thumbs into Max's back, the softness above his hips. “You’re right, don’t want it getting out how sexy you are, huh?” 
He picks a restaurant for them that night, tells their waitress “He’s paying,” and watches Max blush dark pink, pressing his lips together against his smile. Orders the most ridiculously expensive wine they have and drinks the whole bottle, feeling Max’s eyes on his lips, which must be getting stained darker and darker. 
At home, he takes Max to bed; kisses him; strips himself out of his own clothes first so Max can run his hands over him; can get warmed up on the feeling of Daniel’s skin. 
He cups Max’s soft tits, thumbing at his nipples, and when Max is breathless and thrusting his hips up against him, dick still caught in his jeans, Daniel pulls back, and kisses Max on the nose, and asks again. 
“Max, can I eat you out?” Max flinches, his whole body tight, and Daniel nuzzles into his neck; patient. "You can say no."
Max whines, and his chin moves against Daniel's hair as he shakes his head.
He flattens his hands on Daniel's abs, heat building between his palms and Daniel's body.
He tells Daniel yes.
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landonfour · 2 years
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Eddie learning to play a stupid sappy love song because you keep humming it and surprising you for your birthday 🥺
dude's getting laid if he starts to learn my favorite songs. Using a song I'm sure eddie munson would hate with all his guts :')
warnings: mention shitty childhood like once, fluffy goodness.
[wc: 866]
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There's a lot Eddie learned to live with ever since the two of you started dating– instigating random fights, that devilish glint in your eyes as you hit him out of nowhere causing a cat and mouse game at 3 am. The bite marks you leave whenever the urge to bite him gets too strong. The random bullying and name calling. The stinging sensation in his ass whenever you slapped him hard, it had left him speechless the first time it happened even though he was the one to start it. 
His girlfriend had a lot of weird quirks, ones he came to love so dearly. 
But your music taste, lord, eddie could never get used to that. Sure, he can handle the queen, David Bowie and even a song or two from Madonna but those George Michael songs and that god forsaken 'girls just want to have fun' but truth be told, everything on that mixtape of yours irked him– thankfully he'd managed to get you into some of the music he enjoys, that mixtape of yours had been buried deep in the glovebox amongst many others. 
But love really is a strange thing, isn't it? 
You'd been humming the song for weeks straight, softly singing along to it– Eddie never knew what song it was, he'd never heard of it before and when he'd asked you one day, the names didn't even ring a bell. 
Nancy knew, of course she knew. The two of you exchanged tapes back and forth every so often. Your taste in music is so similar. And eddie wouldn't be surprised if Robin would be a part of it too.
He'd rolled his eyes far back into his skull, groaning with every repeat of the song "islands in the stream?' he'd mumbles under his breath "island of nightmares more like." but the thought behind it kept him going, kept him practicing. He wanted to do this..no, he needed to do this. For you. 
Eddie can't remember the last time you celebrated your birthday or the last time you brought it up. Your childhood and teen years weren't exactly filled with happy memories let alone fun filled birthday parties. 
"Nothing special, I don't really care." Is what you had told him. 
 But it is special to eddie. It's your day. He wants to celebrate you.
It didn't take Eddie long to learn the song by heart and if he had to be honest, he came to like the song slowly. 
It's a night like it always is. Dinner is long forgotten and homework finished as the smell of your sweet and fruity shampoo mixed with his Saddleworth and bergamot fills the air after your shared shower; a part of your guys routine– even though it's all cramped up in the small showercabin and definitely not efficient– eddie strums his guitar, softly. He watches you through thick lashes, he smiles.
Laying on his bed, the book you'd started minutes ago now laying on your chest, your eyes closed. Eddie still can't believe or understand how these songs and this guitar can calm someone down or lull someone to sleep. It's a sight that makes Eddie's heart grow ten times its size. 
You're not asleep, not yet at least but the tapping of your fingers against the cover of your book gets uneven and you miss a couple of beats of the song he's playing.
Sitting himself up straight, guitar screeching as he stops his song abruptly. Finger gliding across the snares as he tries to recall the tunes of your song, every chord replaying in his memory. Effortlessly he starts that goddamn song that had given him headaches. 
His eyes are glued onto your figure, waiting for a reaction– it takes a minute for you to comprehend everything but the smile that forms on your lips makes Eddie's night and as you peel one eye open to look at him, Eddie's heart skips a beat. God, he's so in love with you. 
"When did you learn that?"
Eddie simply shrugs "doesn't matter." 
Eddie chuckles to himself when you look at him in suspicion but close your eyes again after. Eddie thanks the Lords or whoever is up there for leading him to you, his girl, soulmate even. 
The song doesn't last long and it's over before Eddie realizes it, too focused on the smile on your lips and the way and the tapping on your fingers. 
"Seriously, when did you learn it?" 
Your voice brings him back to earth, he meets your eyes and shrugs once again. Setting his guitar to the side carefully and stands up straight, taking a few steps towards the bed where you lie. Eddie bends down, hovering over you and places both his hands near your head, caging you in. Your noses barely touch– Eddie copies your smile. 
"Doesn't matter." 
"How long did it take?" 
"Doesn't matter." Eddie states once more. 
"You hate it." 
"Oh, definitely," Eddie chuckles and turns his smile into a grin before leaning down even more, placing his lips against yours in a long and sweet kiss that leaves you breathless once he pulls back "but anything for you– happy birthday, sweetheart." 
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fire-on-thirst · 1 year
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pierregasly Date Night. Suit or Casual? 🕴️
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charles_leclerc YOU COULD’VE WORE A SUIT AND YOU WORE THOSE STRIPY TROUSERS AND BAGGY SHIRT?!?
charles_leclerc YOU OWE ME PIERRE GASLY. YOU OWE ME BIG TIME
charles_leclerc How dare you deprive me!
pierregasly I thought you liked me in those clothes also it would’ve looked weird for me to be in a suit and you just in a t-shirt and trousers. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE WENT BOWLING
charles_leclerc SO. I could’ve wore a suit too.
yukitsunoda0511 Date night? I wasn’t invited 🥺
pierregasly It was date night Yuki. Mine and Charles’ date night
yukitsunoda0511 But I want a date night with you
pierregasly Next time we go out we can have a date night
charles_leclerc PARDON
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charles_leclerc Arcade and bowling 🎳🕹️ and no yukitsunoda0511 did not tag along and no he did not take the photos
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yukitsunoda0511 Only because you didn’t allow me too
landonorris Most importantly. Who won?
charles_leclerc Me. Obviously. At both.
pierregasly Only because we replayed the same game in the arcade like 5 times until I let you win so we could move on
charles_leclerc No we did not
landonorris Whoops. I’ve started a domestic
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charles_leclerc From childhood friends racing against one another in karts to teenagers discovering the world (and relationships) with one another to where we are now. Following our dreams in Formula One together. It’s been a bumpy ride and we’ve lost people along the way but you’ve always stuck with me and we got through them together. Couldn’t imagine a better person by my side. So happy birthday to the most incredible person in the world. Happy Birthday to my best friend, to my whole world pierregasly ❤️ I love you ❤️
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pierregasly Thank You!! ❤️💙 I love you too ❤️
arthur_leclerc Sickingly Sweet 🤢
charles_leclerc Get off my page
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abeinginsand · 7 months
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Swiftli + videogames for the hc ask? (are videogames one word or two...?)
Thank you for the ask and, yes, videogames works as a one-word prompt! :) Ao3 ---- "Hey, Link..."
"Hm?"
"Link, c'mon, let me ask you something."
Lincoln's half asleep, watching Taylor play some persona series game in the Swift family living room on a Friday evening. Was it persona 3? 4? ...Or maybe 5? There were probably other numbers, either way, something about watching Taylor stubbornly replay a dungeon fight for the sixth time was quite the effective lullaby.
"Liiiinnnkkk"
At least, it would be if his friend stopped trying to get his attention.
"Yes," The athlete says after a few minutes, closing his eyes and resting heavier against Taylor's side.
"You haven't heard the question yet! What if i asked you something weird?"
"Weirder than that time I carried you on my shoulders and used your feet to signal you when to strike?"
"It's not weird if it's cool."
"Mhm, fair point, rule of cool....is cool, yeah, dude."
His head is resting on his shorter friend's own as he talks in an increasingly quieter way. It would be a lie to say their hair was soft and comfortable. The grease prevented that but at least the somewhat messy hair smelled nice. Like a mix of cherry blossoms and honey, a side effect of Taylor's want to try a new perfume and body wash out each month. Personally Linc preferred sticking to generic non-scented brands for himself (or whatever was available).
He's picturing a soccer team full of walking and talking body care products when Taylor, having enough of being ignored, pauses his game and squeezes one of Lincoln's hands. His tail was wrapped around one of the soccer player's legs before. Now it was lightly smacking against the couch. Linc gets the signal that this may be something more important than he assumed. He sits up, eyes opening, and looks over to his friend.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Really tired today, but you've got me now, Tay. What's up?"
"Can I stay over at your house next week?"
"Yeah, of course," Lincoln replies, making sure to squeeze Taylor's hand back now. Though its not combat, he finds himself switching quickly over to protective paladin mode. Looking Taylor over for scrapes or other signs of discomfort. Its not the first time the anime-lover asked to come over, but it is one of the rare times Taylor's happy tone doesn't match his gaze. "Is your mom okay?" "Yeah, she's good. I got a text from her earlier and--" Taylor smiles, because he loves his mom and will take most opportunities to talk about her and her work. The text sits heavy in his stomach anyway. Feels like the expired bag of pocky he had one time at a con and he was hoping gaming would help get rid of the feeling. (It hadn't) "She said there were technical issues with the recording equipment and stuff, so she'll be gone for another week." "Oh, that's..." "And I don't mind. Mom seems really happy with this gig and we're going to voice call on Monday too." Taylor lets go of Linc's hand now, arms crossed as he presses into the arm rest. He's got his arms resting on his knees now, legs pulled close to himself as he keeps on talking. "It'll be great and we'll go out to eat when she gets back. I'm thinking about sending her a cake today." "Shouldn't she be sending you one? It's your birthday on Monday." Whatever smile Taylor had on falls completely and Lincoln regrets blurting that out right away. He really did like Ms. Swift a lot, but sometimes Linc...felt frustrated with her on his friend's behalf. She'd missed his birthday last year too--and like fair, there was a whole apocalypse going on. But how many other birthdays had she missed before all of that? There's a sound of a sniffle and Lincoln refrains from saying anything else on the topic. He watches Taylor rub at his face with a hoodie sleeve. The athlete moves over to his companion's side of the couch and offers a hug. His friend is quick to tackle him, leading both to fall and lay onto the couch cushions fully. The game controller topples to the floor and seems some button got pressed to resume the fight. Music plays as the sniffling turns to muffled sobs. "Better think about your game. Are you sure your next move's the right one for you?"
Link's only sure of his worry at the moment and tries to ignore the noisy song. Taylor's laying his head on his chest and Linc has one arm around him, the other gently combing through his hair. A few more verses pass them by as the shorter teen calms down. "You'll never see it coming. You'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes!" The taller boy looks up at the ceiling, trying to think of what to say to cheer his friend up. "...Hey, Taylor," He says in a similar tone as when the other teen called to him earlier and then adds, "I have a question." Link feels a little squeeze of his shirt in the hug and continues talking. "Its about the game and I figured you're the best person to ask." His friend's demon tail is now moving again, swaying in the air from side to side though Taylor keeps their face hidden in the fabric of Link's garfield comic strip patterned hoodie. Lincoln hears the gamer take a shaky breath. "What do you wanna know?" "If we could army of two beat up the...phantom...phantom uh insert name here. Could we take the whole group down? If we met them in some place like goofs realm. Instead of that evil baby, we have a kitty with a sword to fight. How would that go?" Taylor starts laughing a little at the 'insert name here' and 'evil baby' comments. Link grins at the sound (and the feeling of the vibration too). Success The song lyrics fade into the background. Afterward, the ranger lifts his head up. Any tear tracks are overshadowed by the passionate twinkle now back in his gaze and tone. He rambles about how they'd take on the phantom thieves properly together. Lincoln still doesn't know much about the game, but its always nice to hear Taylor talk about something he loves. He listens mostly and adds in his thoughts or more laughter here and there. Eventually, the two end up falling asleep, this time Taylor dozing off first. Disappointment, frustration, and the game itself all but forgotten for the moment. .
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. Lincoln wakes up the next morning to find a blanket wrapped around them both and the game screen on a paused battle success image. There's the sound of Mr. Foster very loudly bumping into stuff in the kitchen too. Probably due to wings if Lincoln had to guess. Its easy to notice who it is anyway based on the familiar low voice sputtering curse words and pondering 'where the hell does Cass keep the sugar again?' After all the chaos of the world was mostly dealt with, Taylor's dad was making more efforts to visit more. Especially when Cass had to go on long trips like currently. The revelation of the hell prince being there leads to him nudging Taylor awake. He's about to offer his companion their cane until Taylor winces. Its easy to carry him into the kitchen instead though and nice to get the chance to hold onto Taylor a little longer. After some hugs and other greetings, the three have a nice breakfast. All of this may not make Taylor miss his mom any less; however, its a heartwarming reminder that he isn't alone this time. That he's still surrounded with his loved ones. He will have that chance to celebrate next week whether it be through the phone, sharing breakfast with his dad before he heads to work, or with an exciting week-long sleepover with his best bud.
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hamsamwich23 · 11 months
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Mort fucking sleeps
(birthday gift for @unnecessarilybored )
Mortimer is invaded by cursed rocks, but it’s not really a bad thing-
Word count: 574
Happy late birthday bestie!!
(Please consider reblogging if you like!)
(the rock creatures belong to my friend here :] )
The house was dead silent. 
Not a single sound was heard throughout the large house as the darkness from outside and inside filled the empty space
Everyone was asleep after another long day…Waiting for tomorrow to come as they slumbered peacefully…
Unfortunately, Mortimer was not.
He was still awake. 
Which wasn’t much of a surprise. At least not for him. He was used to being up late, even in the ungodly hours. Seeing horrible, vivid visions of the crimes of those he had judged was not just something he could forget. Visions replaying in his head against his will…some visions triggering old memories of the past..reminding him of his own traumatic events that he wished would go away…
It always left him on edge, he could barely sleep and it always left him feeling exhausted. Lacking any proper rest. But even so, he tried to manage it and get through each day.
He couldn’t get up. He couldn’t even move. 
Now normally when he couldn’t sleep, he would just get up out of bed and take a walk. Either by wandering around inside the house, or going outside and taking a long walk before returning home and trying to sleep yet again. There were other times where he would just read or watch something, or even playing games on his own…
This time was different though. 
It wasn’t because of some injury or anything necessarily BAD…
He was just…trapped. 
By these…peculiar little creatures that resembled…well..
Rocks. With little eyes and long legs. 
These creatures were known as, scientifically, “Cursed Rocks”. Rock based anomalies that could be found just about anywhere. A very common anomaly. They were known to be quite friendly..
And they had always been quite friendly, and even helpful with Mortimer. Even before the warehouse fell apart. He always found them making their way in and out. He assumed this was just a thing at the warehouse due to them living in a wide forest where many creatures could be lurking…
But here they were now in the city, in their house. In his room. Laying with him on his bed. All over him. Some were even asleep.
And since he couldn’t get up without disturbing the poor things…he was stuck. 
And he wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. He didn’t exactly like the feeling of being stuck..However at the same time, he felt..comfortable. 
Somehow these rock entities could soften their hard, rocky shells by will. And they had seemingly done this before resting with him. As if they were trying to help him rest..
And if that was the plan…it was working. 
They had him in such a comfortable hold. There was no need to do anything else right now…these rocks seemed to be trying to remind him of this….there was no need to worry.
Usually he couldn't get himself to settle down either. He would stay awake restless, fearing what was to come the next day…
But with these creatures here…he felt….safe…like…maybe he could sleep. 
And maybe, if he was lucky, he would be safe from the visions that clouded his thoughts. After all, how could he be scared with these rocks here? 
He let out a soft yawn as he finally relaxed. He wrapped his arm around a few of the closer rock entities…closing his eyes… 
As long as he wasn't alone…. 
Everything would be fine for now
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dutyworn · 5 months
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ALIAS / NAME : havu. BIRTHDAY : i don't like people telling me happy birthday so i'd rather not say. ZODIAC : pisces. but i am pretty much the opposite of what people say about personality in regards to astrology, in any pisces descriptions. HEIGHT : 160cm. HOBBIES : roleplaying is my most important hobby by far, i don't really have any other hobbies that i consistently do. reading, gaming, studying? FAV. COLOR : greens and blues. FAV. BOOK : never let me go by kazuo ishiguro. my favourite genre in fiction is generally horror & speculative fiction, but i read just about anything. LAST SONG : i dislike music. LAST MOVIE / SHOW : i've kept uhhh i struggle to remember the title, twenty-five twenty-one? as background noise when cooking/doing dishes, etc. and watching enough that i think it counts as watching. RECENT READ : station eleven by emily st. john mandel. INSPIRATION : replaying/watching canon scenes, iconing, mostly. STORY BEHIND URL : she's weary from (self-imposed sense of) duty.
tagged by: @virmireisms, thank you! tagging: @lovepurposed, @anderwhohn, @alootus, @angerworn, @is-itself-a-deviant, @immobiliter, @soulcluster & steal it from me
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intothewickedwood · 3 months
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End of Year Quezzies
Happy New Year! I think it would be fun to reflect on highlights from last year, especially in regards to fandom. This is a compilation of questions inspired by various ask games x x
Top 5 songs you listened to for the first time last year?
1.Out of the Dark (Monster High)
2.Playing His Game (Death Note: The Musical)
3.Stalemate (Death Note: The Musical)
4.Where Can I Run? (Adamandi)
5.Me, Myself and I (Adamandi)
Top 5 Songs released last year?
1.Reason We've Got Magic from (Monster High 2)
2.Not How Our Story Goes (Monster High 2)
3.You Don't Know (Monster High 2)
4.Dirty Girl (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
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5.Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
Album released last year?
Nerdy Prudes Must Die (Original StarKid Cast Recording) by Team Starkid
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Musical artist / group of the year?
Starkid!
Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?
Melliot's musicals!
Movie watched for the first time last year?
Stay (2017)
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Movie released last year?
Monster High 2!
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TV show of the year?
Legacies
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TV Show released last year?
Wolf Pack
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Most memorable episode of a show last year?
3x08 Long Time, No See from Legacies was one I rewatched a few times as I loved it so much
Top 5 musicals watched this year?
1.We Are The Tigers
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2.VHS Christmas Carols
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3.Nerdy Prudes Must Die
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4. Adamandi
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5. Death Note: The Musical
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Game of the year?
Sims 4: Horse Ranch
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Character of the year?
Lizzie Saltzman! (Legacies)
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Top 5 new favorite characters last year?
1.Draculaura (Monster High)
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2.Vincent Aurelius Lin (Adamandi)
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3.Quincy Cynthius Martin (Adamandi)
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4.Claire (Stay 2017)
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5.Tabby Haworthe (Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin)
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Ship of the year?
Cairo x Riley (We Are The Tigers) and Mizzie (Legacies). I can't choose! Also I was this year years old when I found out my long-time otp Mizzie were canon endgame! Still screaming over that!!
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Top 5 new ships last year?
1.Dracudeen (Monster High)
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2.Quincent (Adamandi)
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3.Claire x William (Stay 2017)
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4.Holy Ghost (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)
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5.Finsie (Legacies)
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Best month for you this year?
Probably December. I love the holiday season!
Something you want to do again next year?
Go to the cinema more! I think I went only once this year. Would love to go to the theatre too! It's been a while!
How was your birthday last year?
It went pretty well. I just chilled at home and watched my favourite musicals.
Favorite book you read last year?
Fraternity by Andy Mientus was amazing! A real page turner! One of the best, most engaging books I've read.
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What was the most delicious meal you enjoyed last year?
I really wanna get into reading Ella Enchanted. I've heard good things!
What’s something you learned this year?
All the advantages of foot massages! And that keeping an 'Affirmation Board' on notion is an extreme help. I use gallery view and I put gifs and positive quotes from my favourite media and characters to look at when I'm having a bad day. I also put techniques for coping that include pressure points, breathing techniques and tips for dealing with my sensory issues, sometimes paired with a gif of a scene that reminds me of it. Wish I'd started on it years ago but it's better late!
Favorite place you visited this year?
Just the town nearest mine. It's my favourite town!
What was the most impactful life lesson you learned?
Copy & Pasted from my Affirmation Board: "There will never not be something wrong that upsets you. Perfection is a myth. Happiness is focussing on the good despite the sadness, guilt & shame that always bubble beneath. Concentrating on, replaying or having negative feelings about what hurts won’t solve the problem or make it go away. It’s ok to let it go & not punish yourself." - Quote By Me xD. I like to give myself the illusion of control over thoughts lol but looking at this has been the most helpful thing on my affirmation board for me.
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laurelsofhighever · 1 year
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Writer’s Year-End Roundup!
I was tagged by the lovely @asaara-writes and I’m going to cop out and tag anyone who wants to do this and hasn’t already XD
Overall, 2022 was a good year. I finally sorted my ideas out enough to get back to longfic. Mostly it was about planning but since that came easily in places I’ve also started proper writing, and as of today, I’m 12 chapters into my Prince Alistair AU and just about ready to start posting.
Outside Dragon Age, DOTA; Dragon’s Blood season 3 gave me some lovely inspiration and I’m pretty proud of te work I did there. The Wayhaven Chronicles also gripped me tight and would not let go, and aside from some solid oneshots I’m now pretty much halfway through the first murder mystery story I’ve ever attempted, complete with vampires. It’s been a lot of fun reconnecting with all the characters I’ve written about in this last year, especially since 2021 was still mostly spent in a nice creative primordial soup waiting for ideas to coalesce.
Special mention to the print version of Falcon, which is a project I started last year and hope to get finished this year so it can sit and look pretty on my shelf.
Words written: 75,307, of which 29,562 has been published. This isn’t as much as I was expecting considering how many hours it feels I’ve put in, but 1) it’s still the length of a pretty hefty novel and 2) I haven’t counted all the words that are just planning or notebook scribbling, so it’s actually a heck of a lot more.
New things I tried: The biggest new thing is the venture into the murder mystery genre with Like Glitter And Gold. Having to work backwards from the crime to the clues meant the whole story has had to be much tighter than I’m used to in terms of detail, which meant having a much more invested plan and many, many conspiracy board diagrams before I could actually start to write. It’s been fun, though. Apart from that, I’ve learned that I’m most efficient when I plan out a rough script for a chapter first and then try to fill it in, instead of writing a detailed draft on the first try. I’ll definitely use this going forward and hopefully it means I’ll have a bigger wordcount for next year.
Fic I spent the most time on: My Prince Alistair AU for sure. Partly because I’m having to replay the game to refresh my memory of the events and transcribe then rearrange a lot of the dialogue, but also because it’s given me a lot of problems with the structure. It’s also how I found out I don’t so well trying to make a polished first draft. Also also, Dragon Age: Origins is a ridiculously long game, with so much talking - 35k words in, and they’ve only just left Lothering!
Fic I spent the least time on: I always feel miserable on my birthday, so this year I channelled that energy into Once More Around The Sun, a Nate x Detective Leah oneshot that I pushed out in a day. Except for the epistolary chapter of Falcon, it’s the most I’ve ever written in a single day, so I’m pretty proud of it. Happy Birthday to me.
Favourite thing I wrote: I’m pretty pleased with everything I’ve written for TWC this year, in particular So Let Us Melt, And Make No Noise, a fluffy, angsty oneshot, and Like Glitter And Gold, the murder mystery longfic, because it’s been something new for me.
Favourite thing I read: New Year’s Resolution: actually bookmark fics when you like them! I have binged works by @serenpedac (TWC), @tarysande (Shakarian), and @viciously-witty (Labyrinth), and very early in the year I finally got around to The Revelation In All Things by @ellenembee, which is one of the most we thought out Cullen x Lavellan fics I’ve read. In terms of published works, I actually read published stuff this year! Highlights include The Lies of Locke Lamora, Nightwatch, Sistersong, and Ivanhoe.
Writing goals for next year: Finish the remaster and print version of Falcon so I can finally put it on my shelf, finish LG&G, finally start a proper first draft of my Post-Blight story, make separate masterposts for Dragon Age and everything else to pin to each of my blogs, and streamline the way I plot for the Prince Alistair AU. Should be simple enough...
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