#i do feel like im about to pass out tho so hopefully it will be a goodgoodgoood sleep
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a promise he'll keep.
requested! -> also “who did this to you” with astarion would go absolutely bonkers. food for thought
requested by! -> @the-sunflower-room
a/n -> thank you for your request! i saw your other one as well and definitely plan on writing it hopefully soon!
also! i literally have been in love with this man since the game came out but im so nervous about writing for him i never gained the courage... tho, meeting neil yesterday made it feel like its only write i finally commit and write to him!
tw -> mention of blood, bruises and cuts/violence
pairing -> astarion x f!reader/tav
blood poured from the rather large cut across the side of your forehead, staining your skin and seeping into the tiny cuts littered across your cheek and jaw. bruises lined your neck, in the shape of a hands, and astarion was sure that the rest of your body mimicked the damage across your face.
armour torn, shaking and hurt, astarion's heart burns with a rage he's not felt in a long time.
long ago had he forgotten about the bloodlust of fighting. long ago had he healed from the trauma of his past. years had passed since astarion had first met you and years had passed since the both of you, along with the rest of your companions, healed yourselves from the parasites in your mind and effectively, saved the world.
your bodies had never quite healed though. the trauma of what you'd both experienced had never faded and most likely never would. you'd both accepted that as a fact of your lives and used each other as a means of healing from it.
it had been years since astarion has seen you bloodied and hurt like this, and it feels ten times worse then it ever had before. never a fighter, the second you'd no longer been forced to fight for survival, astarion knows you'd given up that part of your life.
you were strong. there was no doubting that. you could hold yourself and you'd proved that well enough given what you'd done for the world and most importantly, your companions. more than anything, you'd proved that with how you saved astarion from his tormentor and the horror of his past.
but you look so vulnerable in that moment; broken and hurt and bruised and his chest tightens, nails digging into the palms of his hands as the rage coarses through him, burning his veins and has him desperate to make whoever hurt you pay.
painfully.
"who..." and his words hesitate, the fire his chest making it hard to find his words. he doesn't want you to think any of his anger is directed at you... "who did this to you?"
you twitch at his words, arms coming around to hold yourself as you shiver, hesitating.
astarion's face falls.
taking a step towards you, he reaches out for you, hands moving to cup your cheeks, gently and wary of your wounds. he worries you'll pull away, given how afraid you are, but you know astarion and recognize his touch and some of the rage fades with concern and love for you as you lean into his touch.
his fingers work to brush the blood from your face, get rid of the dirt and grime that clings to your skin and tries to soothe you.
your eyes flutter shut in response.
"i'm sorry," astarion whispers. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to scare you."
you shake your head, humming in disagreement. "you didn't scare me."
astarion hates the way your voice trembles.
"i don't want you getting hurt for me," you explain. "you don't deserve that."
and astarion shakes his head. "it doesn't matter if it's you." he assures and he frowns when he realizes he might've not made that clear enough. he had a lot to make up for if you think that he wouldn't do anything for you. "i can't let them get away with hurting you like this."
"i'm okay," you try to deny.
astarion just tightens his grip on you, not enough to hurt you, of course, but enough to pull your attention on him. "you're not," he argues, desperate for you to understand how much it pains him to see you hurt like this. "you're bleeding, y/n. and fuck... you're hurt, badly. it breaks my heart to see you like this."
your eyes fall on him at that. wide eyes meeting his own as your lips part, as if shocked by his admission. maybe shocked wasn't the word—he likes to think the expression on your face is one of reassurance at how much his heart burns with love for you.
the tears that you'd been holding back fall then, your bravety and strength fading at astarion's warming and soothing words. they build at the corner of your eyes and astarion is quick to brush them away.
"i'll never let them hurt you again," he promises then, meaning every word of what he says. he says them with confidence, desperation and sincerity, eyes softening with a plea as he holds onto you, afraid you might slip from his very fingers. "them or anyone else."
your hand grabs his, squeezing.
"i know," you whisper, "this isn't your fault."
he just shakes his head; "it's whoever did this to you's fault," he assures, although the twinge of guilt that festers in his belly is undeniable. he should've been there with you, keeping you safe; even if you knew you were capable of keeping yourself safe... having him there would've assured him and would've stopped this from ever happening.
"y/n," he calls again, voice soft, measured and even as he stares into your eyes and doesn't let you pull away. "who did this to you?"
and your lips part, breathing shakily but there's an ease that washes across your expression and then the names of the men who hurt you come pouring from your lips.
astarion memorizies them, keeps them trapped in his mind as he nods. "thank you." and he is thankful. thankful that you trust him to do what he'd promised. thankful that you know he won't fail you.
"i'll make it better, okay?" he whispers, his thumb stroking across your cheek as he pulls you into his arms, a hand falling on the back of your neck to press you into his chest. "i promise."
you hum your response, leaning into his touch before letting him guide towards your home so he can dress and clean your wounds.
and most importanly, shower you in the love you deserve.
#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate x reader#bg3 x reader#bg3#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#astarion#neil newbon
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hear me out. The best feeling in the world besides Taking a shower with fluffy socks on, (silence, it feels nice. I know I'm a psychopath.) Is the feeling of shutting your eyes when your ready to actually pass out. There is nothing more satisfying.
OK. Imabout to honk shoo mimimiimimiimimimimi as we speak. I am so exhausted. I'm gonna ignore the soggy socks thing tho, you heathen. I've got a bath mat, and that's good enough for me.
Silly goose
#ask#soggy socks#i do feel like im about to pass out tho so hopefully it will be a goodgoodgoood sleep#honk shoo mimimimi
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I'm back again 😅
Hopefully, I'm not the only person with this opinion, but how do you think Spencer would react if his significant other told him that they thought he looked hot with his bulletproof vest on? 👀
omg is this injured spencer request anon?? I NEED TO KNOW im so sorry if it's not tho, whoever you are thank you so much for coming back!! i love you with all my heart you should use a special emoji as like ur own lil signature! :D
okay so i wanted to try blurb(?) format but mmm okay not really cuz just a wall of text was stressing me out but this is def more informal than my other work (look no capital letters!) and because i love you so much i present two scenarios for you :P... i cant fight this feeling anymore guys he rlly is so hot in his vest im becoming my most feral self grrrrr RAH RAH ALRIGHT hope you enjoy, my love!
OKAY SO SPENCER REACTING TO YOU TELING HIM HE'S HOT IN HIS FBI VEST gn! reader, fluff, second scenario a little steamy in tone but nothing explicit just h*rny vibes, no other warnings
if you weren't a profiler: you'd never thought about it before- spencer in his bulletproof vest. sure, you knew that his job required him to go into sticky situations where the prospect of gunfire was imminent and he would have to wear proper equipment, but you never put two nd two together. you never even thought of a kevlar vest as something that could be hot...until you saw a picture of him wearing it.
"what the hell is that." you blurt out, voice serious with hints of concern.
"huh?" spencer's as clueless as ever, a little worried about your reaction. he was just showing you random photos his team members had taken over the years, all printed out for easy viewing courtesy of the ever-so-accommodating penolope garcia. someone had taken a pic of a beautiful lake where the bau had saved yet another victim, the sun dipping below the horizon line of pine trees, painting the sky purple and pink. "um...the sunset?" spencer was confused, "i guess maybe it was kinda a weird time to take a photo, but no one was hurt and we caught the unsub and the sky really did look-"
you cut off his rambling with a wave of your hand, eyes never leaving the photo in front of you, "no, no...what's that." you point to what you were talking about, a figure standing off to the side.
spencer takes a minute, becoming even more bewildered "...me?" in that moment your world changed.
"oh my god... "you whispered in a daze, firmly pulling the picture out of spencer's fingers and into your own, "what...what are you wearing?"
"honey what's wrong? it's just my bulletproof vest. i know it might look a little funny, but it, y'know, keeps me alive..." he scratches the back of his neck. a couple seconds of silence pass, but to spencer it feels excruciatingly long.
"spencer," you look at up at him deadpan "you look so fucking hot." to say your boyfriend was shocked would be an understatement.
he was absolutely blown away by your response, so much so that the way his face contorted looked borderline disgusted. "wha-what?? huh? what?" he clamored, eyes flitting over your face to find any sign you were joking.
"seriously, baby, you look so good. oh, my God!!" you almost shriek, gripping the picture tighter, the widest, dumbest grin pulling up your cheeks as you giggle like a schoolgirl.
spencer smiles at your reaction, still a little perplexed "you really think so?" the notion begins to sink into his bones, making him giddy.
you very enthusiastically nod your head, "are there any more pictures of you like this?" you rip the rest of the photos out of spencer's hands, scouring through them at light speed. out of nowhere, spencer laughs out loud, his nose scrunching in delight.
"i...don't know what to say. i'm flattered you think that," a wonderful blush shimmers over his cheeks, "but no i don't think there are. sadly." he playfully adds.
you stop all movements, slowly turning towards him, suspiciously calm. "well then," you grab your phone and suddenly stand up "looks like i'll just have to ask penelope for some!"
"wait! wait, no!" spencer calls after you as you start speed-walking away, your shirt barely escaping his fingertips. he yells out your name, his serious tone interrupted by a giggle of his own as he begins chasing you, "get back here!" he knows: garcia can never ever find out about this...
if you were a profiler: you had seen spencer don his FBI branded bulletproof vest hundreds of times over the years. although you had pined over him for years and were now finally in a relationship with him, seeing him like that didn't make you feel any type of way really. sure, you thought he looked strong and handsome, but most of the time you were too caught up in the case or situation at hand to focus on how he looked. until now. something had shifted in him in the last few months, not just with his ever-changing haircut, but within the way he held himself; more confident, more sure of himself, even more cocky, if you will. whatever it was, it drew your eyes to him in his tight little vest like a lightbulb draws in moths- instantly and continuously. it all came to a head when you caught the unsub responsible for drowning and resuscitating his victims until they couldn't be brought back to life. spencer dove into the lake with emily to apprehend the killer while you had helped the kid he had hostage reunite with his mother. you smiled at the scene in front of you, the teenager running into his mother's shaking arms, her holding him close in a tight embrace. another good ending, you thought to yourself before turning back to watch your fellow profilers make the arrest. suddenly, you mouth goes dry. there spencer reid stood; soaking wet, clothes sticking to his skin, chest rising and falling as he panted to catch his breath, his hand pushing his wet hair out of his face. and that stupid, goddamn kevlar vest. oh, fuck. the others walked away from the dock to situate everyone and themselves in respected vehicles that sat back on the road a few hundred feet away from where you currently were. as spencer moved to follow behind emily, hands trying to flick the water off of him, your gaze stopped him in his tracks. he stood there, a bit confused as to why you were walking towards him, seemingly entranced, instead of beelining behind everyone else.
he spoke out your name, but you remained silent, stopping just a couple feet away from him. you took him in one more time: the way his shirt became translucent, granting you with peeks of his skin; his sleeves rolled up, showing off his delicious forearms; the way his soaked pants choked his thick thighs. you became woozy with desire. spencer watched as your eyes dragged over his figure, drinking in every inch of his dripping body. "oh, baby..." you voice drawled out as soon as your gaze landed on his bulletproof vest, "you're absolutely soaking wet." spencer's eyebrows shot up his forehead at the suggestive twinkle in your timbre. you approached him further, chest just inches away from his. if he wasn't so intrigued by your reaction, he would have been a bit more cautious of lingering teammates. your hands came up to ghost over his vest, "did i ever tell you how good i think you look in this?" you looked up at him through your lashes.
spencer chuckled, "in the bulletproof vest?" you nodded in response, but spencer still couldn't really believe it. "uh, no, actually, you haven't." his eyes glinted at the way you bit your lip, his hands moving on their own accord to rest on your hips. you could feel droplets of water seep into the material and lick your skin, but you didn't give a rat's ass.
"well, you do." you whisper, hands wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull yourself up to press a kiss to his lips, "really, really good." your mouth moves enticingly with his.
"oh? is that so?" he whispers against your lips, diving back in, his fingers digging in your hips. he graciously kisses you for a moment before it dawns on him that you're both still at work- in an active crime scene, at that. "mmh, mmh!" he vocalizes between kisses as he tries to move his head back a smidge. his eyes peak open just enough to see if anyone else was around. your lips are addicting, rendering him unable to fully tell you to stop, unable to fully pull away himself. he's relieved when he spots no one. still, he know this is far from appropriate. spencer's hands move up your body to wrap around your wrists behind him, pulling them away from him and the same time he pulled away from you, "okay, okay!" he breathes out with a chuckle, "i believe you now" he tries to catch his bearings, but your pouting face causes him to laugh again
"spencerrrr," you groan at the loss of your beloved's kisses and he turns you around and pushes you towards the spot where the others vanished, walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders, your body held at an arm's distance.
"let's go, angel." his words brought out a hmph! from you. "we can do more of that later at home" he whispers, leaning in ever-so-slightly.
you turn your head back to get a glimpse of him, your eyes and smile equally wide with excitement, "can you bring the vest with you?!"
A/N: OKAYYYY lemme stop myself before things get filthy LOL do yall know which episode im referring to in the second scenario? that end scene will always get me my eye are GLUED to spencer the entire time GODDAMN. okay anyway i hope you liked this anon!!! pls tell me yalls thoughts <3
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds#spencer reid fanfiction#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid smut#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x you#dr spencer reid#matthew gray gubler x reader#criminal minds fic
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Can you do lute x female!reader, reader uses a strapon on lute and wing play is involved. 👀
Oh my~ honestly this- was fun to write- I never wrote wingplay stuff before so! Hopefully you enjoyed it~?
Warning(s): wing kink, strap on use(on lute), vanilla but not at the same time? Idk. Lutes rude at the begining(she's just nervous) overestimated(lute) couple mentions of "breeding"/"being bred"
Im- gonna jump right into it- HELP I- KINDA WENT ALMOST ALL IN ISH?
Lute x reader
It took a while to get Lute to even THINK of bottoming. Much less allow you to even use a strap on her. She's more then happy to use it on you but for her? The thought didn't exactly appeal to her. But- promising to try it once and never bring it up unless she allowed it(that and a bunch of.. kisses) then? She entertained the idea
And that's how she was. On your shared bed with a deep scowl, completely naked. If it weren't for the deep flush on her face. And how her wings puffed up, threatening to expand? You'd assume she was pissed(she was, but that's besides the point)
"The fuck is taking so long?" She growled our glaring at rhe bedroom door "God lute. Calm down, won't you, baby? I'm making sure it's all strapped on!" At that? She growled, looking away with a deep snarl.
A couple minutes passed by before the door finally opened "fucking finall-" her words cut in her throat seeing the toy. Not like the one she uses no- it was so much bigger "what the fuck is that? That's what you picked?" She growled out glaring at you flushed darkly making you smirk moving close to her
"What~? Lute, you scared?" You teased, kissing her, gently biting at her lips, ignoring her protests of 'hell nos!' Sighing "babe.. if you don't wanna do this we don't gotta. We can- like cuddle or something?" Making her stop. As if weighing jer options before shaking her head
Grumbling, she huffed. "No. Its.. fine. Just you picked a bigger one then I tho- oh fuck you don't get so fucking smug" she snarled out glaring at you flushed embarrassed of the whole thing snickering kissing her again
"Sorry baby~ now... can you bend over for me~? Wanna see those gorgeous wings of yours~" Purring out pouring liquid onto the toy watching her do exactly what you asked of her smirking at how they fluttered at the praise "you always get like this when I compliment your wings~" getting onto the bed feeling her entrance gently "excited I see~" Purring out seeing her wings fluttered pushing the tip on her entrance slowly pushing into her stopping half way
"Fuck~," Lute whimpered out, grinding back against you. Hiding her face into the pillow "more~ g-give me more~" feeling you push all the way in, smirking down at her. Moving to hold her waist pounding into her gently
"Easy now lute~," you purred, watching her under you moaning loudly clawing at the sheets. "I've got you~ gonna get faster, ok baby?" Pounding into her faster - harder. Holding her waist, squeezing her gently panting
"Would think you're trying to breed me, Dove~?" She gasped out, bending more bouncing against her, making you hum in thought, biting your lip at how much of a "switch' just occurred. How she's eager to submit to you all the sudden
"Maybe I want to breed you, Lute~." Pounding faster into her ignoring how the bed shook under the both of you barely starting to hit the wall knowing a bit of roughness? She could handle "would you blame me?" You purred out, watching her wings fluttering, flapping slowly.
Smirking at a "cruel" thought, "i wonder~" sensitive here, too?" Moving a free hand to rub at her wings, going all over her delicate wings, pushing all the tight places, hearing her sob moaning louder for you."yeah~ that sensitive, huh baby?" Purring out your pace unrelenting as you took her in your bed.
Watching her wings expand as if to show off to you. As if to signal to you about being a good mate for you. "God gorgeous baby~ yeah? Wanting to mate me, yeah?" Pounding rougher into hrr leaning to kiss where her wings met "wow~ shaking this much?" Seeing her nod so drunk off you from being overestimated. "God~ can't wait to breed you~"
Ever so gently leaning to bite at a part of her wings watching her arch her back, screaming your name out, smirking kissing the mark cooing "couldn't help myself gorgeous ~ I'm sorry" pounding faster watching as she slumped laying under you sobbing out from the pleasure "more~" hearing a broken whimper from her. Ignoring how the bed shook now, hitting the wall harshly creaking under you both from the unrelenting pace.
Panting heavily moving to tower over her kissing her neck praising her as you marked her ip moving faster in her "doing so good~ you close my love?" Purring against her neck watching her nod humming, they smirked, pounding faster in her before humming, rubbing her wings, watching her shake.
"Go ahead~"
At that? With a loud sob screaming out your name- lute came. Slumping down under your wings popping up, spreading as you cooed gently slowly pulling out, "That's my good girl~ I've got you~" whsipering, moving to clean her up gently laying next to her "liked it Lute?"
Grumbling glaring, she moved, cuddling up beside you, kissing you gently. "It was perfect~" Purring out panting wings fluttering .After I catch my breath, I'll pay you back my dove~", making you flush, smirking nodding
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THROW AWAY
UNIQUE X BLACK!FEM!Reader
WARNINGS: SMUT! Llight daddy kink, spanking, toxic relationship, cheating, unprotected sex (wrap it df up), breeding kink, angst.
SUMMARY: Reader and Unique find themselves fighting about both of their infidelities after a party.
(Hopefully this will encourage some of y’all to write about him cause Wattpad ain’t enough lmao.)
(Ps, forgive me if this is bad, I’m most likely gonna rewrite it in more depth)
"...you get on my fuckin' nerves. You know that?" Y/N squinted at her boyfriend. She was seething with anger and her fists were clenched so hard that her acrylics could have popped off one by one. She really wanted to deck him right in his shit, but didn't need any other reason for him to fuck her over even more. They were just coming back from a party hosted by Y/N's bestfriend, Trina, and she was more upset than ever.
Same ole' shit. They were arguing over, as Y/N would say 'A bunch of bird brain bitches flocking to him so he could feed off that shit' like the narcissist she thought he was.
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Unique kissed his teeth and slowly closed his eyes, laying his head back on the seats head rest. He didn't care to hear me out at all. Honestly, he was both high and drunk as hell and couldn't care less about anything other than getting home.
"We just got back in the car and you already doin' too much" he mumbled, leaning against his doors arm and rubbing his temple with one hand. "You rather entertain some random bitch than do right by me. You have all these bitches in yo' face all day and night, but don't wanna pay attention to the one who held you down and gave you a daughter? Okay Nique. Have them bitches" I teared up, pointing my finger at him with every sentence that wasn't a question.
He side eyed me and tried to bite his tongue before he said something that would hurt me more than the situation, which he eventually failed at. "You here wit' me, ain't you? If I wanted them bitches I would have had 'em here instead of you" he shot back, my tears starting to drop. "You think that shit make me feel better?! It don't mean nun if you still flirting with every bitch that crosses your path!"
He made a 'be serious' face at me before speaking "You be over analyzing everything. I could pass somebody a napkin and here you go cryin' in the back of the club. Damn, crybaby" he mumbled the last part with a small, drunken laugh. I shoved him, the man brushing my hand right off of him. "Cut that shit out" he warned, leaning back in his seat to get as far away from me as he could before I did something I regretted.
"You think that shit funny and it ain't. You laugh until I leave yo' ass for good" he rolled his eyes, my words going in one ear and out the other. "Yeah, aight. You ain't stupid" he chuckled and I squinted. "Yeah, I ain't. That's why I should. Fuck with a nigga who gon' treat me right and give me the loyalty and respect I deserve"
Apparently those were the words that got under his skin the most, cause his next comment would go for my jugular, but it didn't have the effect he thought it would.
"It wasn't a problem when you was fuckin' on that other nigga though. Jamel, or whatever the fuck his name was"
A smirk grew on my face. I knew that it was one of the things that could hurt him tho most, so I made sure that shit burned real good when I said it. "Yup. It was good too! Now you know he was giving me sumn you couldn't or won't give me" Unique let out a loud laugh before looking at me with his head tilted, almost as if he was challenging me with how far I could go with my words.
My bottom lip quivered as another tear rolled down my blushed cheek, taking a deep breath before speaking. "At least I know he loves me. He the only one who give a fuck bout me. The only one that check on me when IM down, not when he need shit"
A smile grew on Unique's face. It wasn't just a regular smile. It was that smile that happens right before you say some shit to fuck with somebodies head. "You fuck that nigga and think he love you cause he say it? You think he give a fuck cause he give you a fake ass empathetic ear to speak into? Cause he stalk you and hit you up at the exact times when we not together? Or is it cause he tell you that you don't need me..and you need to 'upgrade' to somebody who respect you? You let that nigga fuck a few times and he told you he loves you right before he pulls out and busts a nut on your stomach, so now you believe that shit."
If he didn't realize I was crying before, he sure did realize now. I couldn't stop my sobs, my hand covering my mouth to keep the sounds from traveling to anyone who had walked by the vehicle. Even with all of that, he kept going. In hindsight, he was hurting in the same exact way.
"After all of that, sitting through five minutes worth of fucking, you go to use his bathroom and end up crying to yourself cause you let a loser ass nigga fuck and it still ain't make you forget about me, even with all that noise he filled your head with. He don't mean that shit, and you know it. My question is, what's worse? Fucking a few bitches I don't care about AFTER you did that shit first or fucking a nigga you had even the SLIGHTEST connection with?"
He was right, but him saying it felt like my heart was ripped out and stomped on twice. "...and how long has it been since you told me you love me, huh? Cause it stopped way before I did what I did" I spoke, wiping my tears from my face. He looked at me with little to no empathy, waving me off with his hand. "...don't ask me that shit right now. I never knew I had to tell you that shit every day for you to know"
I sighed and buried my head into my hands, trying to collect my thoughts. The car was silent for a minute or so until I spoke. "I like reassurance, Nique. You know how I am...and I'm sorry. We both wrong, but damn...at least I can admit when I did wrong" I said, my voice quivering.
It was silent once again, neither of us knowing what to say next. I felt his eyes on my intensity, his gaze making me feel ashamed for jumping so such conclusions and letting someone talk me into it at that. My head was stronger than that, yet I allowed myself to get manipulated like that, just for a quick fantasy. It wasn't all rainbows with Unique, but I'd rather be with good and bad than just bad disguised as good. I felt sick.
Unique took it upon himself to speak, taking a deep breath first. "I know I do wrong, and I apologized for that shit before. Actually, no, I apologize for everything I have ever done to hurt you and what I might do to hurt you in the future. All of it...but all this shit concerning you hurting me? I'll let all this shit go right now. I just wanna know why you be using that nigga, huh? Why you did that shit to me?" He asked, scooting closer to me and moving my hands from my face so that I would look at him and be forced to tell the truth.
I looked at him in his eyes and shrugged. "...I thought you cheated first. All them girls you and them other niggas be having around, I couldn't get it out my head that you was doing something, and when I was vulnerable, Jamel just kept those thoughts going. He told me if you wasn't doing something, which you 'for sure' was, then it was bound to happen and I believed that shit. I mean look at how late you be out. Plus when you do get home, you don't give me kisses as soon as you get there. You immediately go to the shower like you trynna scrub off a bitch scent"
I vented and he chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, that sound suspicious, but I'm all for you. I'm absolutely in love with you Y/N and I don't want nobody but you. Fuck them bitches. And the shower thing? Ion think you wanna know them stories, you might throw up on me from the image. You remember that time I broke my hand? Yeah" I chuckled at his reasoning and he smiled, taking my hand in his.
"I'd be a fool if I fuck up what I got for some street hoes. You too good to me, Ma" he lifted my head and kissed my cheek before kissing my lips sweetly, making me melt.
And just like that, we were back to where we started without all the tension, the setting a few minutes later would only deepen that feeling and connection I had with him.
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"Oh my goddd" I moaned, my head smooshed against the cream colored, leather seats.
My makeup was smudged and rubbing off on the material, making it shine with bronzer and foundation. By now my dress was rolled up around my waist and my bra was long gone. Unique held onto my lace panties that were pulled to the side and kept his strokes coming, the pace being almost unbearable. I felt him deep, so deep that my eyes watered with each overpowering jab.
"Fuck, baby" I heard him grunt from behind me, his hands moving up and holding onto my wide hips to keep me in place, which wasn't so successful with my back hunching out of it's arch constantly. With him hitting my spot head on, I began attempting to pull myself up using the doors handle. Thankfully it was locked or else it would have slid open and somebody would see me getting my back blown out.
"Where you goin? Nah, you can take this dick. You talk allat shit, you gon take this dick"
He hummed, forcing me back onto him by dragging me back down, my tired arms just laying where they dropped to when he pulled me. "Bounce on this dick" he instructed, my head tiredly shaking. I could barely take it and he wanted me to bounce on it? The man was crazy.
I could feel wind from his hand swipe past my thigh but it was too late for me to react, his large hand already making contact with the skin on my ass, slapping it harshly. I took that only as a warning, knowing what he was capable of and started to bounce myself back onto him.
My thighs burned, my clit was throbbing and still overstimulated from the other position, and he still wasn't done. Every time I'd slow down my bouncing, thinking he'd take control again, he'd lay another slap on my ass, telling me I wasn't done.
"Don't slow down. Bring that ass to me, ma. Mhmmm" now reaching both his arms around my waist and partially pulling me up, he started to thrust rapidly, sending me into a sudden shock. My breath caught in my throat, unable to be released as he did what he wanted, no matter how tired and bruised I was.
I tried to tell him I couldn't go on anymore, but my body wouldn't let me. I was completely drunk on him and he only took that to his advantage.
"You gon lemme get you pregnant again? Hm?" He asked, his head tilting. I laid my head back against his shoulder and weakly nodded, my bottom lip quivering. I quickly approached another orgasm, my hands reaching forward for the doors handle again as I felt it come harder than expected.
I had already came so much you'd think the orgasms got weaker as they went on, but they didn't. Before I knew it, I was squirting all over the seats, making me let out an uncontrollable scream. The sound came directly from my throat, the vibration irritating it so much that it'd leave my tone hushed for the rest of the night.
He pulled out and watched my juices drip from the tip of his dick, his own precum spurting out a little. His dick jumped at the sight. "Get up and come ride this dick"
He said maneuvering himself into the seat across from us and pulling me with him.
I weakly followed, falling right into his lap. I complained and whined with my legs still shaking as he didn't help, but more so push me into position on him. I put my legs on either side of him and he slipped himself back inside.
Wet sounds filled the car once again with me beginning my bouncing, using his shoulders to help me.
He looked up at me with low eyes, his bottom lip in between his teeth and his golden grillz giving me a flaunting flash. His hands made its way to my ass, squeezing the soft flesh while helping me maintain a proper rhythm to get him off.
"This pussy too good, baby. Ain't no way you thought you was leaving me that easy"
He spoke and ran his tongue across his bottom lip before leaning in and kissing my neck, a moan escaping my mouth. He was such an asshole, but he made certain shit sound so good, which explains why I'm even in this situation now. "You love me?" He asked, my head nodding right after. A sly smirk grew on his face at that reaction.
Lifting his hips, he started to thrust into me on his own, his hands moving down to grip onto the seats as he bucked his hips into me wildly. I threw my head back and cried out. "FUCK!— Fuuuck, Nique!" I called his name, my hands flying to hold onto the back of the seat.
My pussy clenched around him tightly, gripping him for dear life and he hissed, his dick beginning to twitch inside me. "Ouu, shit!" He cursed and wrapped both of his arms back around me, pressing me down onto him while he pumped into me. The feeling had me rolling my eyes back, begging for a break.
"I love you so much, baby. Daddy so sorry" he cooed softly in my ear. I moaned and nodded again, my mouth wide open. "You forgive me? Yeah?"
"Yeah!..I'm sorry, baby!" I managed to reply with a whine following immediately after.
"Let me nut deep inside this pussy then. It's mine right?"
"Yes! It's all yours!"
"Let daddy paint this pretty pussy then" he spoke. His tone was sly and controlled, but his breaths weren't, both his inhales and exhales being shaky with his orgasm nearing. I shouted another 'yes', and that was all he needed.
A minute later I found myself falling backwards, his arms catching me just in time as he released his nut into me, filling me up with a loud moan.
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MY SERVANT, ASKING SOMETHING OF ME? "watched da kny movie (even tho i alr kno wat happenz), 'nd da new muzan clips!?! daddiieeee. 'niewayz, i came up wit sumtin' 4 him, even if dis iz a bit late, oopsie," the artist says, "master-servant tropes alwayz gimme da ick, prolly bc im black, but itz acceptable rn. 'nd im limiting da usage of "master." the art includes muzan from kny, in a master-servant relationship with succubus, oiran!reader. all warnings include some pussy spanking, p in v, heat cycle, breeding, womb tattoo, mind reading, shoe riding, shoe licking, tail pulling, sensitive horns, cocky muzan, "master" is used twice, slight dumbification, ooc muzan?, degrading and praise.
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Muzan didn't particularly favor his demons. He "unwillingly" and uselessly continued the creation of his kind in hopes for a phenomenon that could lead him to what he so desired. He hates his demons. They simply leech and beg disgustingly for his blood as if they were worthy of it. The only demons he'd tolerate were his uppermoons, and even then it was conscious task not to murder the lot.
Most of his demons weren't special in the slightest. No special demon arts that caught his eye, no one strong enough to withstand the drops of blood he so graciously fed them, and no demon composed enough to avoid clamoring for any scrap they could get from him.
That happens to include you.
However, you were slightly different. Not the phenomenon he wished for, but a phenomenon nonetheless.
The demon before Gyutaro's Daki's promotion to uppermoon. A succubi who he had stationed in the Entertainment District for years now. You were a phenomenon in a sense that he'd never seen a demon like you, and in the sense that he'd never seen a demon act the way you have.
You didn't clamor for his power, you clamored for his praise, his touch. He assumes it's because of his connection to you that you crave him so desperately, so carnally. At times he found it...cute. You gladly accepted whatever scraps he decided to feed you, whatever jobs he gives you. Unlike the rest of them, there's no thoughts in your mind except for loyalty. No twisted hunger (besides your lust) or even hint of betrayal. You just so happen to be the only demon he'd hand out a favor for.
He'd periodically visit the district, waiting to hear if you have any information about the blue spider lily for him. And conviently, he'd miss the period of your heat.
Every. Single. Solitary. Time.
It wasn't until this time where he'd learned how pathetic his favorite demon was. He decided to come early.
"I'm afraid so," you speak softly to one of the geisha that you pass by, "It's that time. Hopefully, Warabihime can handle the clients for a couple of days. I do feel sorry." You hum and quickly walk to the confines of your bedroom, separated from the rest of the girls. You huff, whining at the many layers covering your skin. You felt as if you were burning alive.
You nearly rip of the Kosode layers you wore, the Uchikake layers, and several others follow suit until you remain in your nagajuban. You practically threw the ridiculous amount hairpins at the wall. You huff, whining as you carefully lay on your futon, taking several deep breaths.
There was a hot throbbing in your lower stomach where you knew the tattoo had now appeared. You dip your hand beneath you, manicured fingers sliding underneath the nagajuban from the slit, fingertips gently rubbing circled along the hot area. A whine leaves your lips, the desperate sound bringing you to embarrassment.
Logically, one would think someone with connections to have several clients stay with her could easily overcome this.
However, that thought was immediately thrown out of your mind during the first heat. Your tail would show itself, along with the small and sensitive horns on your forehead. Paired with the glowing mark over your womb, it was a no brainer that someone would figure out you weren't human. And unfortunately, even as a high-ranking prostitute, you didn't have the luxury of killing every client you drained during this time.
Your lips part, lungs gulping as much oxygen it could between pants. Your eyelids flutter closed as your fingers trail along your inner thighs, ghosting over your vuvla.
"My my, have I interrupted something?" Your eyes snap open at the sound of the velvety voice, you snatch your hand away, and sit up. You bow respectfully, though it's clear your close to losing your mind. "M-Master?!" You whimper, "You don't typically visit during this season..."
Muzan took note of how your eyes averted his, you never do that. You always maintained eye contact with him, smiling happily when he appeared. Though, no thoughts of yours at the moment raised alarms in his mind, he was quite curious. "Why on Earth am I here at this time," hm?" He hums, saying your thought outloud. His crimson eyes catch the stiff movement of your tail, the roughness of your breathing, and the sweet aroma that starts to swell inside of the room.
"Is there something you wish to tell me?" He walks closer to your bowed form, bending down to one knee. "When have you not desired my presence?" His back of his fingers caress the soft skin of your cheek.
"I—" you begin to speak, though you realize your mind has done enough of the speaking. You breath in, almost choking on the smell of him. It was sickening. Not in the bad way! Though, it was in the way that you feared you'd pounce on him sooner or later.
"There's a little problem down there, hm?" His eyes trail down your the breasts, your taut nipples not being hidden by the thin fabric. "You'd pounce on me, hm? I smell that good?"
He uses his finger to tilt your head up to face him. Only a pathetic whimper can leave your lips, your mind speaking for you.
Yes!!
A rare smile appears on Muzan's face. He stands, going to sit back where he entered. Now that he's on top of the clothing trunk, he's a couple of feet higher than you. One of his legs is extended. "Come and sit," he whispers, flexing his foot, signaling where he wants you to sit.
You pant, rushing over to obey his orders. You look down at his shiny, clean shoe and carefully lower yourself on it. You tense and whimper at the cold temperature of the material, though that only seems to increase your need. "You need to get off, don't you?" He quizzes, knowing the answer. You eagerly nod, "Yes! Mhm!"
"Well, ride."
Biting your bottom lip, you wiggle your hips. In fear of his wrath, your hands remain by your sides as stabilizers. A breathy moan leaves your lips as you get into a rhythm. You'd whine when your clit would catch on the material slightly.
With your tongue lolled, pants leaving your lips, you vigorously rode his shoe, body shaking as found your release.
"Who would've thought. A demon I thought highly of is nothing but a whore! So much so she'd get off on my shoe," Muzan fake pouts, his fingers entagled in your hair as he forces you to look at him. You whimper, "'m sorry.."
Muzan hums, his hand letting go of your hair. "Clean it," he pushes you back with the foot he made you ride, "You've made a mess of my clothing. I expect you to clean your messes. If, your worthy of my praise."
That last comment seemed to do it for you, a smug smirk finding its way to his lips when your eyes practically sparkle. Your lips quickly find its way to the material of his shoe, your tongue quickly laps up the mess you made. Your eyes remain on his shoe as you clean it, eager to lick it clean.
Once your done, you gulp and look up at him with expectance in your eyes. The demon king's smirk grows at your obedience, plus the way your tail is erratically whipping around behind you.
He leans down, hands squeezing your cheeks. "Good girl," he coos with fake sincerity. Though that doesn't seem to matter to you, as demonstrated by your tail. His crimson eyes watch carefully as yours become completely clouded with blind devotion and lust at his praise. It was cute how pliant you were during this period.
"Master," you whisper, eyes sparkling, "Please help me! Please fuck me!"
Muzan outwardly laughs at your plea. He hums, looking down at your pathetic form.
"My servant, asking something of me?"
He sees your bottom lip trembling, need filling your eyes. The King hums. "Perhaps I will," he stands, your face pressed against the crotch of his pants, "You have been such a loyal little thing. You do deserve a reward." Your eyes widen in surprise and happiness at his words. Your tail wags rapidly side to side at the sight of him taking off his coat and vest.
"Back up," he orders, "Lay down on the futon."
You eagerly lay patiently lay down on your back on the futon. Your eyes watch as he removes his shoes, loosening his tie and top buttons of his shirt. He walks over to you, unzipping his pants.
Muzan bends down, eyes ghosting over your damp inner thighs. He eyes the nagajuban separating him and your skin. Without a care he rips it off of you, cold and pale hands running along your bare hands. Without a word, his fingertips press your nipples between them, rubbing the sensitive nubs; the King relishes in the way your back arches at his touch, the sound that leaves your pretty, plump, and still painted lips.
"So reactive," he whispers, leaning in to press his lips against yours. You moan when he forces his tongue between your lips; his serpentine-like tongue exploring your mouth. Your eyes roll back at his kiss, the action become sloppy due to your movements.
Your plush thighs press together as his finger rolls your nipple beneath it.
As he feels your hips stutter beneath him, he laughs into the kiss. You feel his fingers pull and pinch your nipples and you cum. Your thighs are glued together as you moan into his mouth. "Muzan," you whine, accidently removing the usual honorific for him. He pauses, thinking about whether to address it,, until he sees your face. Tears are in your eyes, your eyelashes sticking to each other. There are strings of saliva on your parted lips, the paint you out on your lips now smeared (and on him).
Muzan licks his lips at your appearance. He'll let it slide, just for this.
Crimson eyes trail down to your clamped shut thighs, moving back up to stop at the glowing tattoo above your womb. His sharp nails ghost over the tattoo, causing you to shiver. "Spread them," he orders in a whisper.
You whimper, hesitantly spreading your legs for him. You immediately feel your stomach drop when you hear him tut. His eyes scan the disgusting mess between your thighs. Slick covers the inside of your thighs, the translucent slick entangled in your pubic hairs. The liquid is practically smeared between your legs. Your pussy continues to drool a mix of cum and slick onto the futon you lay upon.
"Such a dirty little thing," he hums, "Utterly pathetic."
You gulp at his words, lips trembling as tears swell in in your eyes at his degrading. "I'm sorry," you mumble. Muzan hums, acknowledging your apology. He pushes your thighs back, knees closer to your chest.
He runs his thumb along your wet slit, smirking at the strong of slick connecting your pussy to his thumb. "I'm not sure even my cock could fix this," he says with faux sympathy. You whine.
"Then your cum!" You plead, "Please, my lord. Please, Muzan."
The desperation in your voice when you spoke his name seemed to push him over the edge. His teasing stops as he pulls his hardening erection from the confines of his pants. He rubs the mushroom tip against your entrance.
An uncharacteristic groan leaves his lips as he pushes in, feeling the wet warmth of your cunt squeeze around him.
Your eyes widen when he pushes in. The action is nothing new. However, the size is. You're normally able to take any size, your a master at it. Though you didn't fully understand the extent of the "it felt like my guts were being rearranged" until you feel the demon king push into you.
You have to clamp your hands on your mouth to prevent you from screaming. Muzan smirks as your back arches, your eyes widening and pushing out tears. The guttural groan you let slip.
Muzan's large hands hook underneath your knees, pushing your thighs firmly to your chest. He grunts as he feels you squeeze around him so desperately. Everything about you what desperate, heat or not. And for some strange reason, Muzan was enjoying this more than he'd like to admit.
His hips retract before slaming back into your needy cunt. You whimper at the audible squelch of his cock pushing inside of you. "Hear that? That's how wet you are, whore. Though, your my whore aren't you?"
You vigorously nod "mhmmhmhm!" leaves your plump and kiss-swollen lips.
Muzan grunts, pistoning his hips in and out of you. He audibly laughs at the bulge his cock makes, deforming the shape of the shimmering tattoo above the womb he was most definitely touching.
His cock hits that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust. He couldn't help but find the little "uh, uh, uh" sounds adorable ad they spilled from his lips.
"Because I'm feeling, gracious, nice, today. I'll give you what you want, my dear succubus," he coos. He maintains eye contact as he plants his cock firmly inside of you, a hiss coming from him as he watching your expression twist into one of pleasure, your pussy squeezing his cock like it'd run away, bringing him to his own orgasm.
Muzan huffs, letting your legs relax as he slips from your swollen pussy.
The King watches with amusement as not even a minute later you've rolled onto your stomach, breath even and pussy still dripping with need, though with his cum added. Your tail swishes, wrapping delicately around his thigh. Muzan catches how there are practically hearts in your eyes as you look back at him. You utter a single word as you drip with desire.
"More?"
might make a small pt2 bc i got 2 un motivated 2 rite da tail pulling 'n stuff i rly wan'ed 2 add! (ᗒᗣᗕ)
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Enigma// ch 13
anakin x reader
a/n: sorry for the wait!!! i started a summer job and i’ve been hellllllaaaa busy lol- dw tho, im still writing!!
You have a relaxing dinner with Ahsoka until the end of the year approaches
warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, mention of periods, possible pregnancy mention,
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More time passed and you prepped for finals; luckily this year you were able to exempt most of your sit in exams and instead only had one big project and a 20 page thesis due.
You had been feeling nauseous for the past few days but the 20 page paper’s deadline was looming over you, so it was probably the stress from that. You also hadn’t had much time to eat, so you could also just be hungry.
You ignored the feeling and went back to typing.
The paper was almost done, only two more pages then you were free for the weekend.. Just two more.
Ring Ring
Ahsoka was calling, you finished the sentence you were on before picking up the phone.
“Hey”
Hey hey! Are you busy tonight?
“I should be free after one more page of this thing”
Damn! Congrats! You've been at that shit since mid terms! I think that deserves celebration!
You laughed, hopefully she wasn’t proposing a party because you weren't quite feeling up to that.
“What do you have in mind?”
I dunno… wanna just grab take out and eat it by the koi pond? I kinda just want a chill night before I have to start practice for nationals.
“That sounds wonderful”
Cool! I'll see you at 6:30?
“Sounds good to me!”
Oki bye bye!
The end of the line clicked as she hung up and a small smile settled onto your face; even though you hadn’t known Ahsoka that long, the two of you just clicked and were almost always on the same wavelength.
Some of you wanted to tell her about Anakin, but you just felt like at this point it would add drama to the already stressful end of the year.
You were seen as the baby of the friend group, so you wouldn’t know how they would feel if you and Anakin officially confirmed the relationship…Also Ahsoka could be a little dramatic at times and you were afraid she would become too involved and make jokes or treat you and Ani differently.
And you had known Anakin long enough to know that those small changes would piss him off and he might accidentally take it out on the relationship.
You got back to your computer when you got a really bad cramp in your abdomen.
Oh fuck, you hadn’t gotten your period on its normal week so apparently its deciding to come now…great, something else to add to your delightful week.
You finally finished your paper and let out a long groan as you stretched your back. You grabbed your keys and headed down to meet Ahsoka outside the dorms. Once the two of you met up and got your food, you walked to the koi pond on the northern side of campus.
The sun was setting and the sky was a mixture of beautiful oranges and pinks; you took a seat on the iron bench that overlooked the gardens surrounding the koi pond.
“This is so nice, I needed to chill,” Ahsoka said, breaking apart the cheap wooden chopsticks that came with her bento box.
“Yea, I feel ya” you said opening the box of lo mein you ordered.
“Ya know, I cant believe i’m gonna be graduating in just a few weeks… Like what the actual fuck, I swear I was just a freshman like two weeks ago” Ahsoka baffled as she watched the fish swim laps around the pond.
“Oh yea, I wanted to get a brunch with all of us next sunday before I have to go to nationals, would you be able to come?” she added.
“Yes! I’d love to” you responded, before remembering that would be one of the last times you would see her before her graduation.
“I’m going to miss you so much Ahsoka” you said sadly, “Will you keep in touch?”
“Does a fish need water? Of course y/n!” she smiled; “you’re my best girl friend; sure sky guy and Ben are nice, but they're not another girl. And I like Satine alot, but she's older and in a totally different place in life than us, ya know?”
“Yea, I’m glad we met too” you smiled.
You conversed over random topics and future plans-
“Do you think you’ll party a lot next year?” she asked you
“Hmm, I don’t think so”
“Why not? Don’t you wanna find a partner or atleast a hook-up?” She asked, biting down on her last California roll.
“I’m actually pretty content, I think most of my party phase was exhausted freshman and sophomore year”
“Yea, I get it, I really only kept going out cause the team likes to go to the big parties. Kinda changing topics though, are you interested in anyone this year?”
You froze for a split second before bringing the noodles to your mouth, “Not really, I mean I’ve been seeing this guy off campus, but I wanna keep it on the dl and so does he” you responded (you didn’t have the heart to completely lie to her).
“Ooo, is he cute? How old is he? What's his name? Does he have socials? I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my girl”
“Hah, that's a lot. Umm, I think he's cute, he doesn’t use social media much, and he’s just a bit older” (yeah right, more like twice your age).
“Ok….what's his name?” she asked again, a devious grin on her face.
You smiled and looked away, “Ahsoka, I love you, but I can't tell you, I promised him we’d keep it under wraps… He’s a very private person”
“Do I know him?” she definitely was gonna guess it if she kept at the questions.
You took all the power you could to construct a final lie, “no, I met him on a dating app”.
“Oh, never mind I guess, I’m happy for you!”
Phew.
You were not practiced in lying.
“Thanks, I really like him… I think I may be in love…I’ve never felt this way before” you smiled.
“That’s amazing, y/n. Will I meet him some day?”
“Of course”
The rest of dinner was pleasant, until your stomach started hurting again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I think I'm just gonna get my period soon” you said.
“Wait, shouldn’t you have gotten it like two weeks ago?”
Huh?
“Yea, remember, we’re kind of synced, You’ve been starting yours half way through my cycle since like September”
“Oh, I think it's just late from the stress”
“Hopefully so” she laughed, “Wouldn’t want that mystery man to have knocked you up”.
She was joking, but something in you became worried… it had been a long time since your last period… and you and Anakin had been pretty busy…but wait
Anakin couldn’t have kids.
The doctors said so.
But what if…
You shook the thoughts from your head and asked Ahsoka if she would come with you to the drug store to pick up some tums for the stomach ache.
She went off to go look at the shampoo because she needed some more and you sneaked off to grab a pregnancy test.
While you were in line you decided to update your boyfriend on the night’s conversation
“Hey babe, just fyi Ahsoka was asking about who i was seeing so i lied and said a guy from tinder, just wanted to lyk”
In no time your phone buzzed
Alright, thanks for covering, have a good night princess.
“Goodnight my love”
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The week went by and you only had the project to finish. Most of your academic stress was subsided, but your personal stress grew by the day.
You hadn't opened the pregnancy test you got last week… you couldn’t bring yourself to.
or
Maybe it was because you hadn't had time…
oh who were you kidding?
You were scared.
But if you were pregnant, you should probably find out soon. Right?
Right.
You went into the bathroom and locked the door.
This was it.
The moment of truth.
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a/n: so this ch was more of a filler to get to the next few chapters…. the plot is thickening and i hope your interest stays!! ty again for reading :)
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Oldies Arent Always Goodies
January 26-27, 2024
Please excuse any typos, im tired and my computer doesnt have spellcheck that is compatable with tumblr.
Connor Berdard was the first overall pick of the 23-24 NHL Draft. Hes the youngest on the Chicago Blackhawks. Amongst hockey fans the blackhawks are known as an "old team". And not in the way that the team is one of the original 6, established in 1926. But the players are older. The average age of the team is only 26.66, but this is old considering most players retire between the ages of 26-30.
Connor Berdard is only 18 years old. It was assumed he would have a hard time adjusting, working with people so much older than him. It seemed to not actually be an issue, especially since there is one of his teammates that acts a father figure towads him (Nick Foligno I believe).
But my point is focused around Corey Perry. Perry was terminated from the Blackhawks earlier this season. At first it wasnt know why because though it may not be unheard of, it is uncommon that players are removed from a team in the middle of a season. Rumors sparked that the was an incident on the Chicago Blackhaws Mothers trip. Im sure you can guess from the name but NHL teams have parent/mentor trips. The respected parents or mentor will accompany the team on a series of away games. During the blackhawsa mothers trip it was rumord that Corey Perry and Connor Bedard's mother, Melanie Berdard, had sexual relations. That rumor was solid for about a week or 2 befor connor stated that it was rediculous and the Blackhawks managment stated that Perry's departure and the rumor had no relation. Infact his departure was related to him making a pass at an NBC employee. Hes married by the way.... Perry admitted what he had done was wrong and then began to get help for his Mental Health and Alcohol Abuse.
Perry has sighned a 1 year contract with the Edmonton Oilers and claims he's really changed in the last 2 months and has had time to properly reflect on his actions. I personally feel 2 months isnt really enough time to change yourself if you have outstanding mental and substance abuse issues. But hey, I'm still learning.
Many athletes develope some sort of addiction over the years to help them deal with their stress. If Perry had been able to work on his addiction problem before then all of this may have been avoided. The Chicago Blackhawkes actually have a Mental Performance staff. 2 mental performance coaches and a performance psychologist. I want to know how his problems seemed to have just bypassed the 3 people whos job it is to help him. Maybe he was just too far gone.
As for Connor Berdard, as accepting as his team maybe at times, I still feel he coud do better on a younger team. Other than a 19 year old, the closests player in age is still 21. And there is a big diffrence between 18 and 21. Older men are prone to be... know it alls. Itt hasnt been reported but im sure there have been times when the older players treated Bedard like a child. That could mess with his confidence.
I didnt really explain my points in detail. Hopefully I got it across tho. Young and old athletes can experince issues that can affect them. (ill probably edit this tomorrow when im not burnt out from research papers.)
-AshX
January 28, 2024 edit
So I've been thinking about this all morning. Something doesnt seem to be adding up. Corey Perry blamed his actions on his mental health issues and his alcohol abuse. Thats understandable but what baffles me is the team has staff to help him. I mentioned that he may have been so far gone that they couldnt do much. But why was he still playing. Sports/Performance psychologist have to code to follow that shoud cause them to pull him due to mental health issues. Why wasnt he?
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Dead Plate (Part 2)
OK so its been a month since the last time ive played Dead Plate and uhh oops!! my bad !!
in my defense life has gotten very busy for me especially since its the holidays but now i finally have the time to finish this game and get at least one ending!! (hopefully)
spoilers under the cut
back to day 5 where i struggled so incredibly hard
the amount of times ive played through day 4's nightmare sequence is killing me
bro. how do i pass this level without losing a customer
NOOO I WAS SO CLOSE WHYYY. PLEASE. literally i was doing so well but i took too long for the 4 table orders ugh <//3
i wish you could see like, a patience meter for the customers or something
maybe i should try using the item that slows down how impatient they get
YESSS FINALLY!!! I DID IT I FINALLY DID IT!!
what is that weird squelching sound.
still here even though the shift is over and the sounds i am hearing are concerning to say the least
what if... i just leave
ok i cant leave
boss's office? also i just noticed the timer ticking down uhh
can i just leave please why is the timer ticking down wtf do i do???
also lots of interesting things in that office
was the review on the waiter about Rody? if so ouch man thats harsh
NOOOOO OH MY GOD...... I ACCIDENTALLY QUIT I HAVE TO DO DAY 5 ALL OVER AGAIN ARE YOU KIDDING ME
ok well. at least now i know my key to success is the cologne
ok so Rody had an interesting reaction to the crumpled up picture of Vince and a woman so maybe he knows who she is? is this the 'her' that you can sorta not really call on the telephone??? or is he just surprised to find love letters in the trash
anyways its telling me the sounds are coming from the freezer but idk where to go from here
LMAO the sound signalling the end of the day jumpscared me askhjdakj
at least the food looks tasty
what was that whole thing about tho? what was going on in the freezer??
back home, looked out the window and i noticed you can see someone's silhouette in the background windows
i dont know if that was always there and i just missed it but very interesting
FINALLY a new nightmare
bro he was in an oven?? why ?? damn Rody's nightmares are like really creepy akladjalks
another day another dollar
damn. im gonna struggle once again because there is a LOT of customers and like i am just sooo. ksfdjslkdj whatevr kakayanin !! lets go guys
my hands are so sweaty akladh
another successful day and another tasty dish
....my fingers hurt LMAO
looked out the window and yep alright the person's silhouette isnt always there
huh. interesting nightmare
it was Vince eating him and like damn that actually scared me lskjd
shorter than previous nightmares
well onto day 7 another day another dollar
lets go!! i am winning!!! only had to retry once this day!!
BROSKI JUST QUIT?!?!?
ohhh so the woman is named Manon
aww i feel so bad for this guy :(( the girl isnt picking up
i wonder why tho? like does she just not like him anymore and he just needs to give up on her or is it cuz of smth w Vince (shes probably the girl from the crumpled photo in the trash right?)
damn the phone just ringing while the credits are playing
ouch :((
alright then time to get the other endings!! to do this i will be following the ending guide bc my brain is not big enough to figure it out by myself lmao
ive opened up the official ending guide and oho? you can actually get a phone call from Manon? cool i will try that out first
restarting all the way to day 1 bc i miss how easy it was
yk an interesting thing that was introduced in the tutorial that i havent experienced yet is the customers asking questions
oh hey!! i kept the stuff that i purchased in my previous run?? really?? awesomeee
ooh hey!! i kept the dishes from previous runs too!! cool
ok its day 3 now and i have to take out the trash to activate the cutscene
ok went through that whole baffling ordeal of getting slapped
also!! i chatted with Vince on day 3 and like. idk their chats are just funny to me
also like there might be something wrong with me but i am lowkey shipping Rody and Vincent together kadjlksd
this is something that happened in Elevator Hitch where i started lowkey shipping the two main characters oopsies
anyways!! moving swiftly onwards!!
um. my guy disappeared after i checked the fridge
oh shit new cutscene
BRO ??? UM ?????
well that was scary uhh. damn
oh the boss isnt in the kitchen anymore
wait i didnt get to do all the dialogue options that are needed!! no!! does this mean i need to redo this whole day in order to get the phone call event???
better safe than sorry i guess
ok so interestingly when Rody asked Vince if he liked his job, he didnt answer the question he just changed the subject and made fun of Rody LOL
the 'can you give me a raise' question gives some more details on Manon and what Rody thinks of her (he is a grade A simp bro)
the 'are you single' question is interesting to me just bc Rody the simp has issues w Vince being like 'meh' on romance and tbh im with Vince on romance not being the end-all-be-all
THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT A STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE
IS IT CUZ I FED THE RAT CHEESE INSTEAD OF SCARING IT AWAY OR SMTH???
EW ITS IN THE FRIDGE AND THE REAL ONE I HAD BEFORE IS GONE NOOOOOOO
Vince: I haven't got any sense of taste.
Rody: Yeah I could see the decorations out there-
LMFAOOO RODYYY
bro now i am sad that i missed out on these gold interactions between them on my first run this is so funny
also they both didnt really have any proper answers for what their favorite food is
Vince was like 'eh i dont have any since i cant taste stuff idk lemons or smth' while Rody was like 'i just like whatever my girlfriend likes'
very interesting how Rody is like obsessed(?) with Manon
then when asking Vince what he's reading, he just straight-up lies about what the reviews are saying about Rody lmfaoooo
anyways now for the creepy night restaurant segment and going back in Vince's office to check out the possible Manon love letters in the trash
i just realized the croque madames are like. rotten cuz they have flies flying around it which ew! yuck! why is it like that
well. nothing i can do about it so next day i guess!!
oh hey wait i can now afford the matches which i will be needing for ending 3! nice
OK NOW I HAVE REACHED THE PHONE CALL
damn ok so its not Manon but its Vince inviting Rody to a dinner party!! nice !!
LMFAOOOO HE INVITED RODY TO MAKE HIM WORK VINCE I CANT BELIEVE YOU!!
Rody you are so embarrassing but its ok bc ur really funny
anyways!! getting interesting lore on Vince and Rody!!
one of Rody's old classmates was there, and then another guest said that either Vince must really like Rody to have him there at the party or is incredibly desperate akldskl (since she said that Rody's outfit sucks LOL)
ooh ok so. Rody is desperate and a bit delusional my bro u gotta let go of that girl bc apparently she dumped you already so like. stop bro
dkjhskas nooo ive served all the guests and theres nothing left to do except snoop around in Vincent's bedroom agh!! agh!!!!!
bro when i go in the room the music just disappears wtf
UM? HELLO??? BRO THAT SCARED ME DSKJKSDJ
i knew this was going to happenn aughjahkj
BRO THE MUSIC IS JUST GONE AJKSDFK
not Rody asking what happened like he didnt just steal smth from Vince and pretty much get caught in the act 😭😭😭
well ok then so that happened
actually you know, now that im thinking about it, its kinda weird that Vince threw Manon's letters in the trash
does that mean she is pursuing him romantically but he like just doesnt care or what??
i am inside and i am afraid cuz the game asked 'are you sure?' when i clicked 'go inside' broooo
oh hey its Manon and Rody
WAIT WHY IS THIS LOCKET IN HERE ?? DID VINCE KILL HER ??
ASKHDKAS OH FUCKK OH NO
bro thats so like. sadistic
leaving him tied up and telling him he can live if he runs away but like he can only crawl across the floor
i see why the matches are needed for this part
gee wow thanks game
ok now this time im bringing the matches with me
ok so ive burned away the ropes but im still trapped inside cuz he locked the freezer aghhh
what the heck do i do??
oh nvm i found bags of flour, i can use these to reach the cooler
so i have to stop the fans of the cooler, probably by putting something in it
can i take the saw out?? oh wait theres a switch LOL
ok so ive use the saw to cut the meat off and now ive got animal bones
ive jammed the bones in the fans and now i can break open the window wow
SHIT GOT CAUGHT BY VINCE
DID HE JUST BITE A PIECE OF MY FLESH?!??!
oh my god. he killed and cooked her to feed to Rody i. wHY???
oh so he ate Rody's ear i am shook wtf
bro Rody just severely pissed this guy off by telling him he never ate his food i feel it in my bones
also makes sense why its just sitting in his fridge
Rody really hitting this guy where it hurts damn
i mean its deserved cuz of like the whole thing
i accidentally got ending 4 since i messed up a QTE but damn. damn that was wild and also this is gross
something i didnt mention earlier but i noticed that there was a grilled hanger steak on the table, which is the dish when you get ending 1
would the other dishes i got in past endings show up when i got them? but i got ending 2 and the dish from that didnt show up so maybe its just a little detail for ending 1
wait was the steak made out of Manon. oh boy that makes that ending a lil more fucked up
ok going back to the chase sequence
BRO RODY JUST KILLED HIM
so i went into Vince's office, surprisingly did not get chased inside and then i picked up the broken bottle and now Rody's just killed the guy
got the restaurant key
bestie like. theyre gonna arrest u if u just leave and never say anything please explain the situation to the police or smth
why is the game not letting me leave. what do you mean revenge is best served cold. does the game want me to put Vince in the freezer!??!?!
yep the steak is def Manon
why r u not letting me leave wtf do i do
trying to read the comments on the game's page on itch.io and the amount of people going 'when will they kiss' 'kiss ending when' im laughing
like even tho all this horrible shit just happened i still lowkey ship Vince and Rody oopsies. toxic yaoi LOLOLOL
i have no idea what to do now so i am just gonna look up a guide rq
ok i need to get the cooking oil
he's burning this place to the ground
wait was Vince still alive after getting stabbed repeatedly???? his eye moved when Rody was pouring oil on him and i mean the game did say that his eyes are still following you
oh bro after-credits cutscene with Manon???
aww ok my opinion of Manon has greatly improved cuz she broke up w Rody cuz he was destroying himself for her
she realized that she wasnt good for him and like, for the greater good of his mental health they cant be together
its burnt and also its lemon, which is what Vince said was his favorite food
OH HEY IT CHANGED
actually i did notice that after ending 3 it was snowy
damn
well, thats the end of my playthrough on Dead Plate
honestly, it was a very fun and enjoyable game! i liked the serving aspect even tho i kinda sucked at it and like i also really liked Rody and Vince despite all that just happened
those two are seriously fucked up and i love them LOLOL
the music was really good and made up for having to redo day 5 over and over again alskdjh i was jamming most of the time to the music
the art was also really good! i liked how cute the pixel sprites were, and then like the art for the portraits and CGs and everything was also really good! i really enjoyed the art style and music
the story was interesting, and i liked it too
the twist was wild and blew my mind but i am still a massive fan of Vincent x Rody JKDAHSDKJ
i like how there was a cannibalism twist but Vincent wasnt actually like, an actual cannibal he was just insane and planning on making Rody an unknowing cannibal
i know he ate Rody's ear but like. he said that he doesnt eat people on the regular so yk he's just fucked up
also its really funny reading all the comments and seeing a lot of Vincent x Rody stuff LMFAOOO so true of everybody honestly
HELP I FOUND A COMMENT THAT SAID THEY NOTICED EVERY PIC WITH VINCE IN IT (on the store page) HAS HIM LOOKING AT RODY LDSJHSFLSDKN THE SHIP IS SO REAL!!!
ok sorry enough of that
overall, 10/10 would play again solely for the server gameplay (would be cool to have a kind of endless mode where you just serve customers until one leaves or something) and also because i love these characters
thats all for today and probably for this month LOL byebye!!
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KIDGE HEADCANON PART 12!
During the episode 9 season 8, we can find that scene:
Well, I have an headcanon about what happened next, when they got back to the Atlas:
So they came back to the Atlas and got immediately checked by some doctors aboard the ship to make sure that they were ok. Hopefully, everyone was ok (except Allura that had passed out at the end of the mission and was now resting.)
It was just the paladins sitting on the couch in a common area of the atlas but there was no one else around just them. Finally Lance left to go check on Allura because he was very worried about her and Hunk would be going to the kitchen.
So now only Keith and Pidge were in the room: pidge working on her computer and Keith just crossed arms in the couch... He seemed worried:
Pidge: are you ok? You look like you have something in mind.
Keith: I... Actually, yes. I needed to talk to you.
Pidge:ho?... Really? What's up?
Keith: ( blushes a little, not knowing how not sound weird) hummm... I just... Wanted to know... When you passed through the ground, what did you guys saw?.. (that wasn't what he had to tell her.......)
Pidge: mhh.. well... I personally saw a shadow trying to kill me. But it turned out that it was Trigel, the original paladin of my lion. I think it was the same for everyone else.
Keith: ho, I see...
(they stayed silent a moment)
Pidge: is that all you wanted to ask me? I mean, you literally said that you needed to talk to me and just asked a question...
Keith: (take a deap breath) Actually... No, I'm not done. I'm just scared that I'll sound stupid...
Pidge: why would you sound stupid ?
(Keith stands up and comes to sit next to her.)
Keith: you know, back there, I... Tried to, like, save you. I did my best, but I failed... Your hand slipped from mine. And, well, I felt so bad after that. I felt like I had lost all of you... I felt like I lost you.. But you know, for you, it was different, I really tried to save you! I did! And I failed. It all just made me realize how dangerous this all is... It made me realize that we could lose one of us easily... I'm just... So glad that you survived and... I want you to know that I'm sorry that I couldn't save you... I sound stupid, but it really keeps coming in my mind... I'm glad you're here.
(Keith blushed and looked away, feeling vulnerable.)
Pidge: Awww, Keith, that's so sweet!... Thank you, I'm glad you're ok too. Really. And stop thinking about what happened during that mission. It never really came to my mind but I forgot to thank you for trying to save me. But why me?.. Like, all of us were getting pulled in the ground...
Keith: Well, I don't know... My instinct told me to save you... The choise wasn't easy, of course, but I wanted to save you first... Don't tell the others tho... I also figured that if I saved you, we would work together to get the others back, somehow... I mean, I thought that you'd find a solution...
Pidge: I understand...
Keith: But anyways, this whole thing made me realize that we might die young after all... You know, I think I always thought that I was strong enough to defeat Zarcon and everything... But I'm realizing that we are now facing something very dangerous... And if we lose one of us... (If I lose you...)
Pidge: hey, I'm sure Shiro told you this before but, as my father always said: "if you get too worried about what could go wrong, you might miss a chance to do something great!" These words help me as a paladin. I am not the strongest, I'm actually far from being an ideal paladin... I could die any minute! But fuck it! If I think about my death during a mission, you can be sure that the mission IS going to go wrong. Nah, I'm just doing things and adapting myself to the situation. What I mean is that you should live in the moment and not think about the future. SO! STOP THINKING THAT IM GOING TO DIE IN OUR NEXT MISSION OR I'LL KICK YOU BUTT! But thank you for worrying tho, I appreciate that from you, emo boy. ( She gently punch his arm)
Keith: You're right.
Pidge: pfff, I'm always right...
Keith: that's true, that's why I trust you.
(Pidge smiled at him.)
Pidge: just, take opportunitys, alright?..
Keith: opportunitys... Mhhh...
( HE HARDLY WANTS TO KISS HER. But he doesn't take that opportunity. Probably not the right moment, he thinks to himself...)
Pidge: so are you going to stay here?
Keith: yeah, I like it here.
(she leans her head on his shoulder. Keith blushed slightly and after hesitating, he placed his arm behind her.)
Pidge: I like it too.
#voltron kidge#pidge and keith#keith and pidge#keith#keith voltron#pidge#voltron pidge#voltron#kidge#voltron legendary defender#12
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hi there, I love your art! if you have time to answer, I was wondering if you have any tips or recommendations for drawing in a more expressive or cartoony style? I've been drawing for years but I always get caught up in the weeds and end up adding way too many details that don't necessarily look bad, but are too stiff and over-detailed. I really admire the way you capture so much in such clean lines, if you have any thoughts or advice I would love to hear them - thanks for sharing your art, have a great day!
ah thanks so much, i really appreciate it!! i totally get where youre coming from tho, i really tend to get caught up in the small things too (the amount of sketch layers i have on finished things is stupid lmao). anyways yes theres a few things i do to help myself out of that pattern!! im not all that great at putting things into words but hopefully the pictures help haha
putting it under the cut because it'll probably end up long sorry
i cant speak for everybody but this is what i do! heres how i tend to approach my initial sketches:
i like to keep it minimal here so i can focus on the pose over everything else, i try to do it in one pass and not worry about the anatomy. usually i do a few of these kind of sketches before i figure out something i like. also something ive found recently is that, for me, zooming in and doing these sketches really tiny helps because i dont have the space to add in detail. i do this a lot when i thumbnail a sequence to storyboard (usually on paper tho) and it helps me focus on the idea over the drawing
after that i like to focus on shapes!
if theyre a character with loose fitting clothes i usually won't sketch out much anatomy and just get into the shapes of the clothes bc then i dont get too particular with proportions and all. im gonna state here that this is not an excuse to not study anatomy tho and the reason that this works out for me is because i have studied it haha
getting into details of things, i kind of try to walk the line between too little and too much? like with clothes the details i like to get are wrinkles at bent joints and obvious seams. with wrinkles i try to only do one, maybe two, because it can get excessive fast.
seams are really good for establishing the direction things are facing, like to read volume in 3D space. the ones ill pretty much always include (unless theyre not present in the clothing worn) are shoulder seams and pants seams. in my experience shoulder seams are great at telling the fit of a shirt without a ton of detail!
lmao heres a collage of expressions for an example. as far as faces go i like to exaggerate mouths and eyebrows a lot lmao its kind of hard for me to put into words my process here. i really like dot eyes bc i feel like i can do a lot with em in combination with lines. tho i dont usually use em on finished artwork. eyebrows and mouth are primarily what i use to establish a facial expression, though sometimes ill throw in a scrunched nose if the expression calls for it.
the whole "clean lines" bit really does help with making sure things dont look too cluttered, and the way to approach that for me is doing your line in just one stroke (maybe two if u want it darker but thats besides the point lmao) but yeah drawing from your shoulder, not having a hairy line, etc really helps not clutter your drawing
anyways i think thats about it for expressiveness and clean lines idk if youve got anything more to ask ill answer to the best of my ability
TL;DR i try to focus on shapes and pose, and putting in just enough details to make action/expression read well
#ask#anon#i hope this is what you were looking for? im not that great at putting things into words haha#sorry i took a min to get to this ask haha i had to figure out what i wanted to say
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okie so ur guy finally got around to watching Bare : The Musical (mouse!! why?? because!! I love comparisons <3) and anyway. thought I’d document my thoughts
tldr; I think I would like Bare: The Musical as a standalone story, but as a Bare: A Pop Opera adaptation/re-interpretation I think it falls short in a lot of ways.
it gets a bit long so under the cut, if you wanna skip the dot points i summarise/reiterate down the bottom of the post
okay no but the photographic memory detail is kinda interesting. kinda sad in a lot of ways too if you think about it
the audio quality is Not It so forgive me if I don’t pass judgement on any of the songs
“Jason you act every day.” “I didn’t fool you <3” they’re cuties // they are SUCH goofballs here! they’re so dumb! teenageboycore if there ever was! I love them <3
it’s so WEIRD to hear a lot of these lines out of order / in a different context
ALSO the lack of singing during auditions is throwing me off
“Do you think your sister’s bi?” “…” “Bipolar?” I laughed—
Matty Patty babey boy!!! he’s so… he’s so something. idk if I like it yet. im very used to introvertedly anxious Matt but this Matt is such a lil cutie
WHOAH OK Portrait Of A Girl is way early
but I think I like a lot of the lyrics - “You don’t have a clue / what she is doing with you / what she is doing to you.”
actually no this is a crazy interesting take on Matt & Ivy and I’m OBSESSED with the way we get to see Ivy’s actual introspection on it in this context
ohhh okay. so it’s That kind of basketball team situation for Jason (+ Peter !! goddamn they really hate that kid)
the art class is a fun character device ! (also I’m screaming over the Math Book exchange)
i am intrigued by the Romeo & Juliet casting in this version ngl
I knew that they merged the Nadia & Lucas characters (lowkey I hate it! I think it does a huge disservice to Nadia + inevitably the McConnell dynamic) but it’s still weird to see it . That said “Out Of Your Mind” [as best as I can approximate what the song’s called??] is kind of a vibe
he was named after Peter Pan r u kidding ?? i am so so intrigued to meet Claire Simmonds in this version now
ohhh nooo I am having FEELINGS over Best Kept Secret (as I always do) but DAMN
“If the word were different and if wishing made it so […] I’m trying just as hard as you!” jason mcconnell you will be the death of me
im SICK why is everyone so MEAN in this version
EMO PUPPY DOG MATTHEW LLOYD I LOVE YOU
^ also goddamn that whole scene was An Exchange. interesting take
“You Don’t Know” is beautiful tho*
“I hear ya.” “Do you?” any glimpse of snarky/sarcastic Peter is a relief (not sure that I’m quite here for this Peter characterisation) . Also the Peter-Diane friendship is somewhat iconic
JASON is the birthday bitch!! that’s. something.
oh okay! this Portrait Of A Girl/Boy reprise is so intriguing to me. this version of Ivy in general is so intriguing to me
snarky Peter Simmonds you are everything to me <3
i miss ‘Are You There?’ hopefully it comes back to me later, I am desperate to see this Peter & Matt have a meaningful conversation
i could honestly not discern most of those lyrics but whatever they replaced 911! Emergency! with seems unnecessarily extravagant? for very little payoff
“Peter did you learn the entire script?” “Maybe.” no I love that for him though. i’m struggling because I like a lot of this Peter’s little character MOMENTS, but OVERALL I don’t like him
again the lack of singing is throwing me off
“I’m NOT your boyfriend!” OWCH
“Your world might not stop!” ohhhh okayyy i am. going a bit insane. over this mcsimmonds.
EVER AFTER !!! EVER FUCKING AFTER !!! (or whatever this version is officially titled)
what is the general consensus on Jason having Role Of A Lifetime?? bc aside from the title not making thematic sense for his character... idk it could just be the delivery but i don’t hate it
i am Not Here for the Nadia-likes-Matt subplot, tbh. i think it’s silly.
there is something so so desperate & violently destructive about this Jason - and it isn’t even like. hidden behind this facade of effortlessness that Pop Opera Jason puts up, if that makes sense?? (yes I am upset that he kissed Ivy first even if it makes sense for this version of Jason)
what an act 1, ngl. I am so anxious for act 2.
oh ok that’s a bit cute
“What if I told the world your story? / What if I told them what you’ve done? / What if I went and shared your secret? / What if I let them know I’m someone?” OH OKAY!!! this Peter is A Character!! and he’s fascinating!!
“I am gonna win… yep, I promise.” oh ow okay that hurts
“What If I Told?” [again guessing at song titles] is doing irreparable damage to my psyche /pos and I can feel it happening in real time
oh shit! i forget that they’re not even roommates in this version!
i feel like this version of the story (or at the very least ‘Touch My Soul’ or whatever it’s called here) is really capitalising on the Ivy-Peter similarities in the way the characters are being played
ARE YOU THERE? <33 WHY ARE YOU SO LATE IN THE STORY???
“Are you there? What did I do wrong? / Tell me and I’ll fix it, get us back where we belong.” screaming crying throwing up what the FUCK
disappointed in the lack of patt meter tho ://
NO BC THIS CONTEXT!!! of Sister Joan putting Peter in!!! i actually quite like it!! i kind of hate the stagings where they have Peter like. butt in, for lack of a better phrase to use. bc that’s so uncharacteristic for him, I always read that scene as he’s stage whispering the lines/doing the motions for Diane to follow along with and he just sort of ends up in the Actual Scene accidentally
ough. the mcconnell siblingsism… it’s missing and it makes me sad
“I don’t wanna be here anymore.” OH NO OH NO I DON’T NEED TO BE THINKING ABOUT THE TRAGEDY OF PETER’S SUICIDALITY NEXT TO JASON’S SELF-DESTRUCTIVE TENDENCIES AND THE WAY THIS STORY PLAYS OUT !!! IM GONNA BE SICK !!
“God Don’t Make No Trash” isn’t my favourite song in the show or anything but I do miss it a bit, even if the replacement song works for Sister Joan + this Peter
ok no now I’m upset do we just not get to know anything about Peter’s mother at all in this version?? look with this version of Peter I don’t feel like she’s a necessary piece of his character/story but still. would’ve been nice
“I have plans, I’m not that girl.” // “If I can’t, then why should he?” Ivy !! i am back and forth on this Ivy! i like a lot of it but I also don’t like a lot of it, those lines tho are so everything to me
“So talk to him.” “We don’t. Talk.” rip to the mcconnell siblingism. like I suppose it makes sense? given the vague family dynamic this musical gives us, but still. I miss them <\3
there is something so physically painful to me to watch Jason have such obvious emotional stress fractures
the lack!! of singing!! is so wild!!
oohhh this Matt is so fucking vindictive - “Is this just another thing you’ll try for the day?” SCREAMING
OH FUCK OKAY
oh I’m gonna be sick watching this meltdown
again!! the absolute sick dog violent desperation radiates off Jason generally but FUCK ME it’s so bad here - like I really truly believe that in that second right after Cross that this Jason made the decision to kill himself**
love the R&J costumes in this version tho ngl, they’re a bit cute
oh shit he’s really just. Dead. like obviously he’s dead in the Pop Opera as well but without Queen Mab it really does just feel like. you blink and he’s gone without any sort of buildup/unravelling
i feel like they definitely tried to recycle a bit of the early versions of the Father Flynn storylines for Father Mike here - like they don’t explicitly go for the queer angle but it feels a little bit alluded to, imo
the fucking bookending!!! i’m such a sucker for that shit
oh. okay. it was certainly A Watch - definitely interesting! full of odd character choices I didn’t love, most notably the basketball team and the way that side plot played out, also the merging of Nadia & Lucas’ characters. I think it does a huge disservice to Nadia’s character, the McConnell twins relationship, Nadia & Peter’s relationship, & I like Lucas as a character (& a plot device) so it really feels like a lose-lose situation. And I would’ve liked to have Peter’s mother at least alluded to, especially given how much more Sister Joan seems to fill a motherly role (and it would’ve made sense thematically! Given his hypothetical conversion with Jason’s mother in You & I, coupled with Diane’s whole spiel about her mom being her best friend - it’s a missed opportunity imo) (even tho as established for this characterisation of Peter it’s not quite so necessary)
that said! credit where credit is due - I am supremely intrigued by the characterisation of… okay most of the cast now I’m thinking about it. Would definitely like to do a comparative character breakdown (let me know if anyone else would care for that at all).
Emo puppy dog Matt Lloyd you are so special (it’s such a silly way to play him!! the show all but eliminates the academic part of his and Jason’s rivalry and THAT makes me sad bc I think it would be so so interesting to play into the rivalry more with this Matt and this Jason - but the way Matt & Ivy’s relationship exists in this version of the show, the absolute lack of any academic focus At All [which?? like they are At School, that SHOULD count for something] and even the play part feels somewhat lacklustre in so regards to the Matt vs Jason element, which again I think is a mark against B;TM)
as I said above - I think I would like Bare: The Musical as a standalone story, but as a Pop Opera adaptation/re-interpretation I think it falls short in a lot of ways. Which is another point - it’s so so crazy to me that The Musical is the adaptation of the Pop Opera, not the other way around. Which kind of sucks! because I think making it into a book musical, not a sung-through show, does give a little more breathing room for character & relationship work and development, but it just seems ill utilised, to the point where it doesn’t even seem to match the Pop Opera, let alone improve/expand on it. Because all the extra dialogue time had to be spent on reordering the story beats so we ended up losing time with the characters in a way.
or at least that’s how it read to me - obviously I am not a professional reviewer/critic so don’t take my word for it, I just wanted to talk it out. or shout it out into the void, as my tumblr may be. if you read this whole thing?? shoutout to you, I love you <3
#the ass quality audio made this somewhat difficult. if anyone has a version that doesn’t sound halfway underwater it would be appreciated#LISTEN I hear y’all when you say it’s not as good as BAPO and I believe you!#but I love to compare and contrast. so.#* worth sacrificing the Pop Opera characters of Nadia & Lucas for? idk. probably not.#** of course the whole Two Households but still happens - which is I guess Jason trying to bargain and like. delay the inevitable. -#but I truly think that I’m the second after Cross Jason’s suicide was pinned to the universe’s cork board#as I say credit where credit’s due I did like several things about the musical! it’s just. second fiddle to the pop opera (for good reason)#yeah. if anyone else has thoughts throw them my way bc I definitely think it’s an interesting comparison#mouse talks bapo#bare a pop opera#bare the musical
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Some help for my mom - UPDATED
Hello friends, you probably don’t know who I am since I haven’t been active here from years, and I rarely post anything, some of you even messaged me wondering if I was still alive, I'm so sorry if I ever worried anyone, I'm alive! I just don’t have time and motivation to be active these days, thanks a lot for you lovely persons who dmed me tho ♡ this and other reasons are why I regret letting my depression drown me for too long, because I’m feeling so tired right now, so lonely, but I’m also feeling desperate and helpless because I need your help.
So my mom has been very sick from some time ago, but just recently, she got diagnosed with a brain tumor, and she needs a surgery urgently, like doctors gave her 2 months if we do nothing, and 1 has already passed, but the cost its high and I don't have enough money to help her.
I know I said before I was going to do commissions, but my time has been shortened since I also work long hours and taking care of my mom at the same time its really tiresome, physically and mentally, not that I complain in helping her tho. So maybe this year, hopefully I’ll make some progress with that. I'm sorry I'm rambling, I'm not very good with words, back at the matter…
I’m feeling REALLY ashamed to be asking for help, but like I said Im feeling desperate to help my mom, I only live with her and I need her just like she needs me right now, she’s suffering a lot, and the feeling of helpless its horrible because I can’t help her like she needs to.
So please, please, consider donate to make her surgery, she doesn’t have much time left, even if its a small donation, every cent no matter the amount its important to us, and it will help to do it as soon as possible.
And if you can’t donate but still wants to help, then share this link to reach to others, really, anything right now its important to me, thank you for reading, and thanks a lot for your help.
Tbh I still don’t know everything about this tumor, but I shared more info and details in the fundraiser link, and even if you need a commission (I mean a drawing for a donation) you can dm me, I've never done a commission before, but I will try my best to do it, really by this point I’d do anything to help my mom.
Thanks a lot and take care ♡ ♡ ♡
This is the donation page: https://gofund.me/347d39a2
EDIT: My mom survived the surgery with the help of everyone!! Thanks a LOT for all donations & shares! by changing the doctor we managed to give her a second chance in life 🥺 Also the tumor turned out to be benign!
Her doctor talked about her case on facebook !
SO GLAD we found him, the first doctor was charging us 22k while this doc charged us 10k (I put 3k from my saves) and it turned out all good! its amazing the improvement that my mom has shown ever since the 1st day of the surgery. And she's smiling 🥺❤️
Right now the only problem is the radiosurgery, and its another expense 😭 I dont know when this gonna end, but docs say hopefully is the last time, the probability is never 0 but she will need to be checked from time to time.
In the meantime I will share the fundraiser for the radiosurgery, yeah I know, its shameless, but I really hope not to be in this position ever again after this. This time, Im no afraid of the outcome, I'm hopeful but need to be patient.
Once again, please, I need your help, I dont know If I should do another post about it, but for the moment I will just add it here in the ogpost: https://gofund.me/da136114
Once again thanks for your consideration <3
#personal#fundraising#Sorry to post this personal info here#Im just... I dont know what to do anymore#Im sorry to bother#not art related#Brain Tumor
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Mando Comes To Earth
Part 1
So I actually posted this about a month ago, but then deleted as it just felt so BORING. Apparently I have issues with needing to set the scene to the last detail, but this time I cut A LOT, and I think it’s better now. I hope anyway, let me know if you fancy? Im still getting the feel after not writing for so long, so might be a bit flat in some parts. It’s still a long one, a bit slow to start but it’s kinda just the set up for what’s next.
This is part one and me being super self indulgent, the character is based on me such as the introverted, arty thing - and if I was single I’d be wanting that wisteria covered cottage too! No name though, and I think the only description is eye colour? So hopefully it’s easy to immerse into!
*Edited a while after posting, as some things didn’t seem to fit any more/ wasn’t true to what I feel Mandos character is, and because I can hurhurhur, no major changes tho!
Enjoy, I’m off to write and re write part two, byeeeee!
Warnings: None? Like one swear word? Does that need a warning? No smut here… YET! So minors go away please!
Word count: 2,794
Prologue - Mando
The Razor Crest shudders around the Mandalorian and his small passenger. Lights flash as he flips switches to come out of hyperdrive, glinting red off of his shiny beskar armour. It wasn’t ideal using hyperdrive to lose the Imps after the damage they had dealt to the Crest during the chase, but needs must and it meant they had now lost their pursuers.
Working the controls and regaining control of the ship the Mandalorian eased off the thrusters putting it into a slow a drift. Peering out the front viewport, only the distant stars filled his vision. He turned to consult his nav system which confirmed his thoughts: never had he traveled this part of space.
“What do you think kid, any galaxies around here with a planet to lay low on for a few weeks?”
The green baby in the co-pilot seat cooed at the masked man, clutching a small silver sphere.
“Let’s see then.”
Zooming the nav out, the Mandalorian could see a small galaxy less than two days travel from their location; one star, eight planets but only one that’s inhabitable.
Turning his visor to look at the child, “Guess our decisions made for us.”
He swings back round to face the controls he set the coordinates on the nav and locked on to the small planet labeled “Earth”.
You
You dip and clean your paint brush for the last time that day as the sun began to dip behind the forest line at the back of your garden, causing long shadows to creep into your studio window.
A year ago you’d moved away from the monotonous hustle of London. With the constant pressures of adulthood; mainly being your parents wondering when you’d “meet a nice man” and “settle down”, and your friends being busy with their new young families and careers, this move was your escape from societies expectations.
Needing a change of scenery you chose the New Forest in Hampshire, one of Britains largest pieces of woodland and where you’d spent many childhood summers. With your savings you bought a small white cottage covered in wisteria, which backed onto the forest itself; with an out building big enough for a artist studio. All located down a half mile long track, and 5 miles from the nearest tourist trap village where you sold your art at the weekly market for a living.
Back in the present, you closed up the studio and make your way across the garden breathing in the summer air. The only sound made by a light breeze knocking the back garden gate on the post that led into the surrounding forest.
That evening, as you finished an alfresco dinner on your patio you gazed at the sky. The moon was full tonight, and the stars here were breath-taking, nothing you could ever compare to the dim pricks of light in the smog filled London sky.
A low drone fills the quiet, similar to that of a plane. It approaches closer, and the roar of engines passes overhead, but in the faded light you only glimpse a silhouette. It looked bulky and wingless, not what you were expecting. As you watch it pass over the trees at the end of your garden, you see it pivot in the air, still maintaining its original direction, moving further into the forest and begin its decent into what you imagine was the small clearing you’d discovered while walking through the trees when you’d first arrived here. Before you lose sight of it fully you can just make out a faint glow of engines perched either side of its body.
“What the..?”, you say to yourself, standing, not quite believing what you just witnessed. Taking small steps in the direction of where it landed you contemplate what you just saw. That did not look like anything you’d ever seen before.
I could go have a look, you thought. Although the forest was now dark, you knew it well enough, the clearing was only a 10 minute straight line from the back gate by foot. You would go take a quick peep from the trees and leave, no one would even know you were there. And anyway you had a right to know what’s just landed so close to your isolated home!
Mind set, you head inside to collect your trainers and grab a torch, and into the balmy night air through the back door, down the garden and into the dark forest.
Mando
As the Mandalorian guided the Razor Crest towards the planets atmosphere he made out a number of land masses made up from mixture of greens and browns, each one surrounded by the deep blue of an ocean, clouds being the only disruption to the view. He headed towards the side of the planet not yet hit by the sun and pushed through into the atmosphere. He kept high in the sky, and was dazzled by the twinkle and glow of lights that defined the coasts of each land mass.
He set his sights on a comparatively small island, sat between an expanse of ocean and giant stretch of land, and began heading towards the south of it to a large breadth of dark forest.
As he left the twinkling lights behind he swooped down low enough to be able to scan the ground for an opening between the tall trees to land, thankful of the full moons glow giving just enough light to differentiate between tree tops and flat ground.
There.
A break in the trees showed a small clearing just big enough for him to land the Crest. He pivoted the ship so he was facing the way he came, catching sight of a small white building as he dipped below the tree line.
Maybe not completely isolated, but then we’ll need supplies before we set off again.
The building was lost behind the trees as he begun the landing sequence.
You
You’re getting closer to the clearing now. Staring straight ahead, expecting the forest to break any minute, consequently not noticing the tree root about to trip you. The torch goes flying as you flail your arms, smashing as it hits a tree stump, plunging you into darkness. You smack into the hard ground; your hands taking the brunt of the fall.
Groaning you sit up on your knees, and bring your stinging hands to your chest.
Not being able to see, you tried to assess the damage by tenderly moving your hands and feel the stickiness of blood.
You start to stand when suddenly bright white lights blink on five yards ahead of you, revealing the grassy clearing.
Scrambling for cover you duck behind the nearest tree.
“Holy fuck”, you mutter, eyes bugging as you take in the huge piece of metal. It has two giant engines with a sleek silver body nestled between, the night sky reflecting on the windscreen.
Words like space ship and aliens flash though your mind.
The pain in your hands forgotten you edge closer, being careful to stay behind the trees. A hiss emits from the ship and metal groans as a ramp at the back starts the lower. You dash to your right, staying under the tree cover to get a better view of the opening. Light begins to pour out and you hear the clinking of boots on metal.
Your legs are locked in place as you watch the figure decend. They reach the bottom of the ramp and you see the glint of a helmet as they observe their surroundings. The sight of the human form exiting such a vehicle was unexpected; you release the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding and take a step back, breaking a stick with a sharp crack.
You freeze, taking your eyes off the figure for only a second to glare at the offending branch. When you look back up the clearing is void of life again. Although before you can turn and run two strong arms roughly wrap around you, locking your arms against your sides.
“Who are you?!” A deep voice exclaims behind you.
Ignoring the question you struggle against them, “Let go of me!” you scream delivering a well aimed stomp on their foot.
They let out a grunt and spin you around, keeping your arms pinned, but you swiftly bring you knee up into their groin, causing another grunt, this one filled with a bit more pain. The grip on you loosens and you attempt to slip from their grasp but they grab your wrist, pulling you to the ground they pin you again, legs squashed under their weight and arms held either side of your head.
“Please don’t hurt me!” You plead, a sob building in your throat.
“I don’t want to! Just stop struggling, why were you spying on us?!” The voice modulated by the helmet.
The words managed to sink in and you stop struggling for a moment, staring at the T-shaped visor filling your vision. “I’m /not/ spying! My names Y/N, I live on the other side of these trees, and wanted to know who or what just landed in my back yard!” You shout indignantly.
He didn’t answer, instead assessing if you were telling the truth. Seemingly coming to a decision, he loosened his grip on your wrists.
“You live in the house I flew over.”
It’s not a question but you nod, words failing you anyway.
The visor tilted as he looked at your hands above you.
“You’re hurt.” Voice softening and letting go of your wrists. “I can fix them up.”
Not giving you time to reply he stands up, pulling you by the wrists to your feet and abruptly turns to walk into the clearing.
“Wait!” You call, “What’s your name? Why are you here?!”
He stops before the tree line and lets out a sigh, “Call me Mando, and I’ll explain while I fix your hands up, okay?”
Watching him ahead of you, you take in his appearance. He was tall, covered head to toe in shiny metal armour over a brown flight suit. A soft grey cape that had seen better days hung from his broad shoulders, swaying as he walked.
Your mind spins with the sudden events, feeling like you’re in some sort of strange dream as you trail behind
Mando
Leaving you at the bottom of the ramp, Mando heads back into the ship. He checks on the sleeping Grogu in his cot, but mostly takes the time to collect his thoughts.
Of course he knew this planet wasn’t uninhabited, but he didn’t expect to meet someone so soon. Especially a human woman, one that as soon as he spun them to face him made his breath catch in his throat- and not just because of where you managed to hit him.
As Mando walked towards the Crest, hereplayed the moment. Your shocked, wide eyes turning accusing when you locked them with his visor, and small smirk hitching your mouth as you brought your knee up. Even through the pain you caused him he could only think one word: Beautiful.
You
Mando sat next to you on the ramp, opened the med kit and took out various items to clean and dress your wounds, and then held his hands out for yours.
You felt shy and started to protest, “They’re not that bad, you don’t have to-“
“I’ve seen smaller cuts get bad infections.” He said pointedly, still waiting for your hands.
You give in, gingerly holding them out, palms up.
Mando takes the left to start cleaning with some kind of antiseptic. Through the sting you register his bare hands, no longer clad in leather gloves. His skin a golden brown, with a smattering of dark hairs. His touch is gentle, and he mutters apologies when you flinch at the pain.
Mando finished the dressing, and whatever ointment he’d used was already working wonders.
You watch him replace his gloves, waiting for him to tell you about himself like he’d promised. However, when he began packing away the med kit you knew you would have to take the initiative, and there was one question you needed confirming.
“So… Mando, you’re a human from outer space?” Your face heated at the last two words, you felt disconnect from them like listening a child acting out an imaginary world.
You started to think he wouldn’t reply when you hear him slowly release a breath, “Yes, I am human, I was orphaned as a child and was saved by the Mandalorian’s and made a foundling…”
You listened intently as he explained who he is and how he came to be here. Mando didn’t seem to be bothered by your relentless questions about his creed, the planets he spoke of, and The Empire. You could tell he was leaving parts out, but you didn’t mind- it was a lot to take in.
“And this child you speak of, he’s on the ship now?” You ask, wondering how you hasn’t seen or heard a kid yet.
Before Mando can reply a soft babies coo sounds behind you, and you whip your head in its direction.
When Mando said “child” you simply imagined another human. So when you set eyes on the small green baby with large black eyes, small nose and long pointed ears you could only gape at it.
“I thought I told you to stay in the ship.” Mando says without turning.
The child toddles over to the armour covered warrior and clutches at what you now knew as his ‘Beskar’. He turned to you, and with the initial shock fading you found yourself thinking just how cute this little one was.
“This is Grogu, Grogu this is Y/N.” Mando introduced, and the child let out a soft “patuu” sound as if to greet you.
You smile at him, he looked like one of the fantasy creatures from your childhood fairy tales, which made you instantly warm to him.
“So you’re the reason why a space ship has landed behind my house! Well I suppose you can both stay…” you say grinning at Grogu and feigning having to think about it. “…as long as there’s no trouble!” You say, winking at the child.
“Thank you, it should only be two weeks- three at the most. That should be enough to shake the Imps off our trail. I need to fix the ship up enough to get us out of here and back into our star system, and we’ll need food supplies while we’re here and journey back.”
“That settled it then! I’m no mechanic, but I can help bring anything you need.” You say, standing and looking at your wrist watch. You had to do a rouble take at the time, you’d been in the clearing for close to three hours now and it was past midnight. The realisation made you yawn.
“I should get back, but you know where I am if you need me…”
“Wait here.” Mando says abruptly and walks into the ship. He returns a minute later to you and Grogu giggling at each other causing him to smile beneath his helmet.
He holds out a torch to you, “Take this, I think I saw what’s left of yours in the tree line. You can bring it back tomorrow.”
Your fingers brush with his leather gloves as Mando hands it over, a little zing going through you.
Smiling at the invite, and glad you didn’t have to make an excuse to come back yourself, you wave goodbye to Mando and Grogu and head back into the forest towards your home.
Mando
He watched you leave, the torch light growing dimmer as you weaved through the trees.
His mind kept jumping to the image of your face lighting up when you thought of another question for him. The way your eyebrows crinkled together and you worried your lip with your teeth when he described the Empire, who were now reforming and after Grogu.
It was obvious to Mando that you’d never met any off-worlders before, and he was impressed by you simply accepting the fact. He’d left some details out; like that of Grogu’s powers and his job as a bounty hunter, not wanting to scare you off. Although he would tell you soon, was sure there would be time.
When your torch light had finally been swallowed by the darkness he turned, scooping up Grogu and headed inside.
END OF PART ONE
#din djarin#mandalorian fanfic#mando fanfiction#mando fluff#mando x you#mine: pedro pascal#first fanfic#mando x y/n#mando x reader#help i’m in a real adult relationship but love mando#din x you#slow burn#mando#pedro pascal#the mandalorian#fan fic writing#baby writer
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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers
thank you @glasscushion this was really fun!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
two under various pseuds rn and 1? or 2? orphaned fics from years ago
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
19.6k!! not much but i’m proud of it <3
3. What fandoms do you write for?
hopefully f1 skdjskjd. ive got a ted lasso wip i reeeeally want to finish someday. and a newsies historically accurate magnum opus that may never see the light but that’s fine
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
i only have two non-orphaned fics published rn so:
five times colin cooks for his team (and one time his team cooks for him)
cute lil 5+1 ted lasso fic !! mildly colin/isaac but mostly colin & co being besties. written before season 3 came out
a look never hurt this much
tiny meat gang soulmates au (i refuse to be ashamed abt this). noel/cody lol
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
oh absolutely yes!! i treat comments like dms honestly i love giving a directors commentary type whatever in the comments
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
an orphaned fic in a to-remain unnamed fandom. unrequited love very very angsty stuff but more than a bit silly looking back on it (i was like 14 and really going through it). i tend to write very domestic-y stuff so not much i write has any lasting angst in it!
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
probably my tiny meat gang soulmates au mentioned above i won’t lie 😭 i haven’t read back through it since i wrote it so if it’s bad don’t blame me
8. Do you get hate on fics?
i’ve never gotten hate on fics thank god i would die
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
i’m trying to figure out how to write it lol (ask me about curly girl method lando and blowjobs). unfortunately (fortunately?) my draw to silly domestic stuff shines through so it’s not like molten hot smut, it’s kinda silly sex, i won’t lie
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
ive never published one bc i am occasionally a coward but i have many many notes on them/half written stuff. i like a lot of things and i like mashing those things together like barbie dolls! i think the craziest one i ever conceived of was newsies x music man tbh.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
who knows. as far as i know no
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
nope!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
no but i would LOVE to omg i feel like there’s so much potential to balance out my weaknesses with other people’s
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
i am a multi shipper girlie i can be convinced of the appeal of ANYTHING. in terms of f1. lando/oscar maybe tho. won’t lie pierre/esteban kinda hitting…
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
hm i have some very grandiose far-reaching plots floating around rn (runners au and apartment/roommates au) that will be written and “completed,” but probably won’t ever fully get expanded to the point i’ve thought about them, if that makes sense
16. What are your writing strengths?
oh i like to think i’m very good at writing like. domestic intimacy/intimate friendships. feeling like home. comfort, and food! ppl tend to describe my writing as cozy and lived in, and i think that’s what i’m good at! (someone once said reading my fic was like eating comfort food and i literally cried)
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
transitioning!! time passing!! i’m so bad at that! also smut as i’ve discovered lol. i tend to stay away from genres i feel like im bad at writing so that’s less of an issue (hence why i haven’t really written any real angst). writing on my own w no feedback is Hard i would die for someone to look over my stuff
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
if it’s like a random line/couple of lines in a different language then usually i’ll put it in english but in italics. if the entire fic is between people who would all be speaking the same (non english) language then i don’t bother. i don’t translate to that language tho bc i don’t trust translation sites and im VERY rusty on my languages (you will not get french or mandarin in a fic from me i would die of fear). throwing in random words in other languages also makes me cringe in my own writing for some reason? but it doesn’t bother me in others’ writing lol
19. First fandom you wrote for?
if we mean published fic, for either 5 seconds of summer (cringes) or the maze runner, i can’t remember. if we mean wrote in general, definitely harry potter when i was like 9 in a little notebook that i sincerely hope has been burned since then.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
probably the ted lasso fic! i love writing food, and comfort, and that’s like entirety of the fic, so. if i get runners au off the ground any time soon i would bet money on that becoming my fave tho
pretty much every single one of my mutuals has been tagged in this already so. if you see this and you wanna do it do it like i’ve tagged you!!!
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Okay okay angst idea and SPOILER WARNING FOR KNY
So this could either go for Giyuu or Sanemi.
You were attending your work duties at home, making sure everything is right to welcome your husband soon enough since today was expected for their return. A few hours later, Giyuu/Sanemi walk through the door announcing their presence as they look around searching for you but in a bit you came out of the room quickly to welcome your husband. You both shared lots of quality time, both of you took a bath together, shared dinner and you both sat down in your garden so he can tell you all about his mission and you could update then about what you’ve been doing in their absence.
The sky was darkening and both of you knew it was time to head to bed soon tho a strange feeling started to kick in and your husband was a bit hesitant to head to bed, you felt like he was trying to keep you away from having some sleep but no possible reason came to mind.
“Are you alright?” You let out. The question made your husband snap his face back at you with widen eyes, he was nervous, why?
“Yes. Everything is alright, why do you ask that?” He replied.
“I dont know, I felt like I should. You seem… nervous? Worried? Why?”
“I don’t want you to go…” your husband said as his face expressed gloominess as he looked away to avoid you seeing him like this.
The question bounced on your head, again, with no answer coming to place because it didn’t make sense to you. “Sanemi/Giyuu…. Here, we’ll go to bed together, I’ll be here, I won’t ho anywhere…”
Your husband bit his lip as his eyes water up a bit but gave you a nod. You took his hands guiding him to your shared bedroom into your shared bed. Both of your rest down as you both hold each other, your husband on the other hand, can’t stop holding you close like if it was his last. The feeling in your gut didn’t go away, there was something wrong but you just couldn’t put your finger on it, your thoughts were cut up by your husband words all of a sudden.
“Promise me you won’t leave… I don’t want you to go..”
“Honey… I won’t go anywhere, I promise…” you reassure him while rubbing his back to comfort them.
You suddenly woke up, the sunrise beamed through your window, it was going to be a good day it seemed. You sit up rubbing your eyes, to process you just woke up, you move your hand where your husband should be and he wasn’t there. His absence made you snap into reality as you look around for him.
You quickly get out of bed in search for your husband but he was nowhere to be found. Maybe he went to a mission! Impossible, no matter how urgent it is, he let’s you know. Where is he? Provable down town? You fought yourself to find some sense but nothing came to mind, your mind just didn’t come at peace with his sudden absence.
Your thoughts were again cut up by a knock at the door. You rushed over with joy to see your husband and come at peace with the war going on in your head but it was Tanjiro?
“O-Oh! Kamado! Come in come in” you step aside to welcome him and his sister Nezuko, you then close the door behind them and rush over to the kitchen to make some tea.
“I’m sorry, I’m quite a mess right now. Im sure you came to see my husband but he apparently left this morning, he should be returning at the end of the day hopefully.
“Miss Shinazugawa/Tomioka… Mr. Shinazugawa/Tomioka passed away a year now… from the slayer mark, remember? we came to give our condolences” Tanjiro let out as his sister handed you a boutique of flowers.
He… what now?…
#its just an idea#ik its written poorly but I wanted to write it down somewhere jic y’know?#I just had a thought creeping in bc I had a dream where my past lover visited me in my dreams and when I woke up I was so disappointed#but anyways#slay
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