#I had this done for a while and legit forgot about it

[hitwiththefandomz]

Found a meme randomly and had to draw Mikey in it. It was just too perfect not too

Original under the cut

I found this image randomly on Pinterest so I unfortunately don’t know the original creator :(

[jjsmaybank20]

Hiiiii, I was wondering if you could write a Barca femini x teen reader fic where she is under an immense amount of pressure from the media and more specifically her father and believes she has to do it all, she has to be perfect, she has to make her father proud. So she balances the weight of school, Barca training and matches, and the extra training she does (she legit runs herself into the ground in an attempt to forgot about all the pressure she is under, however this only causes her to feel even more stressed). The team specifically the captains, More so Alexia start to notice. They ask her if she is doing well and she denies anything is wrong saying she is fine with no further Answer. Reader decides she doesn’t have time for sleep and has to get as much school work done, so she has more time to do extra trainings. So she starts getting like 5 hours of sleep per night or less which is definitely not enough for a pro athlete to function. She keeps this up for a few weeks or days idk. When Alexia and the other decide enough is enough and they intervene. Reader tries to deny it and get up and leave but Alexia isn’t having it and just hugs reader tightly and then they all end up comforting her. They all tell her she needs more sleep and it’s okay to take a day off so she can take care of herself.

You def dont have to write this i jus though i would ask🫶

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Barcelona Femení x Fem!Teen!Reader Alexia Putellas x Fem!Teen!Reader

Summary: R is under immense pressure to succeed, but it doesn't take long for it to become too much.

Warnings: R passing out, R doesn't have a good relationship with her father

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I changed a few small things, but not too dramatically. Hope you like it!

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From a young age, you always strove to be the best you could possibly be. You worked hard, constantly pushing yourself to be better. When watching you study, train, and play in matches, people would describe you as a perfectionist. You didn’t disagree with that description, but you did believe that you needed to be perfect in order to gain the approval of your team, the fans, and especially your father. 

Y/F/N had always been a cold and tough man. Never generous with his praise, and almost overwhelming with his need for perfection, he ruled your life and your career with an iron fist since the day you showed an exceptional talent for football. You made your way through the youth teams with impressive speed, finding yourself on the Barça B team at the age of 15 and finally being promoted to the first team at the young age of 16. 

Being one of the youngest on the team, the senior players took you under their wing. Lucy and Mapi would joke around with you, while Alexia and Irene would take care of you and keep you on the right track to the point that you saw them as your motherly figures. For a long time, it had just been you and your dad, your mother never really in the picture. You grew up thinking that the only way for someone to love you was if you were practically flawless in every aspect of life, so naturally you assumed it would be the same with the team. 

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For a while, you were able to balance everything. There was a delicate routine that needed to be followed that guaranteed you would complete your schoolwork on time while also performing the best you possibly could in matches and practices. You were strict with yourself, keeping up a rigorous schedule that impressed even the senior players. 

Slowly, though, your rigid daily life starts to slip through your fingers. It begins when your father starts to comment more and more on a slip in your performance that you don’t even notice. You don’t argue back with him, though. Instead, you decide to add extra practice every day to your regimen. Those added hours of practice means you have to push your schoolwork further into the night, telling yourself that it needs to get done, no matter how late it is. 

Your nights get continuously later, and it begins to take a toll on your performance at practice. At first, your teammates think you're having an off day, and then an off week. When your performance doesn’t improve after that first week, the girls start to get worried. Watching you idly kick a ball around from the sidelines, Alexia murmurs, “I’m worried about la pequeña. She’s been so quiet lately.” Mapi hums in agreement. “She won’t joke around with me anymore. Says that she needs to focus.” The Zaragozan looks at you just as you miss the ball you were juggling. You let out a deep sigh before picking it up and starting again. Mapi’s chest fills with concern at the sight. “She looks so tired.”

You continue to practice, not noticing the two senior player’s eyes on you. After completing the exercise you were working on, you pack the balls up and head inside to the gym. Placing your earbuds in, you don’t notice how Patri and Pina watch you with shock in their eyes as you slip past them on their way out of the gym. 

They flag down Alexia and Mapi as they pass the duo, hoping that they would be able to give some insight as to why you were working out after practice was over. Instead of reassuring them, their captain and Mapi share a glance full of concern. They quickly walk towards the gym, hoping to get some sort of explanation out of you as to why you were pushing yourself so hard. 

As you side step with a resistance band around your legs, you begin to feel light headed. Instead of stopping, you decide that you can just push through and that it will pass with time. Just as Alexia and Mapi reach the gym, your body finally gives up out of exhaustion and your eyes roll back into your head as you crumple to the ground. 

Alexia rushes to your side, pulling your head into her lap. “Get the trainers, now!” Mapi rushes out of the room, following the order immediately. As she anxiously waits, Alexia runs her hands through your hair. Up close, she can now see the dark bags under your eyes from a lack of sleep. “Oh, cariño. What is going on with you?” 

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As you come to, you are met with the semi-harsh fluorescent lights of the recovery room. Everything seems blurry at first, causing you to blink your eyes to clear away the fog. You groan as you try to sit up, realizing with a start that your head is absolutely throbbing. Even through the pain, you still feel more rested than you have in weeks. You press the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to block out the bright light. Someone lightly touches your back, startling you. 

“Hey, hey! Calm down, cariño. It’s just me.” You settle slightly at the soothing tone of Alexia’s voice. When you finally glance around the room, you are met with quite a few pairs of worried eyes belonging to your teammates. 

Finally, you look at Alexia. Her eyes are filled with such deep concern that you can’t help but turn away again. She softly speaks up from beside you, asking, “What is going on with you? You look like you haven’t slept in weeks, you seem constantly stressed out, and you haven’t taken a day off in months. I mean, you literally passed out from exhaustion, por dios!” 

You stare at your lap, knowing that as soon as you look up, you’re going to break down. “I’m fine. Nothing’s wrong.” Alexia can’t help but get a tiny bit frustrated with you. Your stubbornness has always been there, and she admires your refusal to quit. In this case, though, she just wishes you would let her help. “Cariño, passing out like that isn’t something normal or fine. Please, tell me what’s happening.”

When Alexia leans down to try to look at your face, she can see the tears forming in your eyes. You glance up slightly, and when you are met with one of the kindest and most caring looks you have ever received in your life, the dam breaks. “I can’t take it anymore! It never ends. It’s always something. One day it’s my footwork, the next it's my shooting. There’s always something to pick apart. And when I’ve finally satisfied him with my football, it’s ‘your grades are dropping’ or ‘your not focusing on school enough’. There's no end to it. I can’t ever stop, and it’s. just. too. much!” You punctuate your last couple words by smacking the medical bed underneath you. 

Your teammates sit in stunned silence for a second, watching as hot tears stream down your face. Finally, Alexia springs forward and pulls you into her arms. Everyone else follows suit, and you finally let yourself let out your anger and frustration in the arms of the people you trust. As you cry, Alexia murmurs into your hair, “It’s okay, cariño. Let it all out. It’s okay. You can rest now. It’s always okay to take a break. Needing to take a break just means that you're human.”

Even when you finally tire yourself out and drift asleep, Alexia holds you tightly. Subconsciously, you burrow further into her arms, the stress crease between your eyebrows that has become a permanent fixture on your face finally relaxing. As she watches you, the captain knows what she needs to do. “I’m getting you out of that house. You’re going to come live with me, and we are going to figure this out. Together.”

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The adoption

Olivia Rodrigo x Fem!Driver!Ferrari!Reader

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Warning fluff, not proofread, spelling mistakes (if you can’t handle it DONT READ IT! I have had enough people come in my inbox complaining about that. So if you know you can’t handle spelling mistakes or mistakes in sentences don’t read!)

Summary Olivia gives her girlfriend a gift for their anniversary.

Kind of a part 2 to this. It can be read as a stand alone

A/N short and rushed but I think it is cute. Again sorry for any mistakes. Really sorry that it is short but I didn’t have any more inspiration😭 this is more of ablution than a fic. I will also post a bit more of these short blurbs in this universe.

Real life

Adopting a dog or a cat was always something Y/n had wanted. And now that she was finally public with Olivia she had devoted that she wanted to finally do it. The reason that she waited being that she didn’t want to be found out by the public because of a dog (or cat).

So she talked about it with Olivia and her girlfriend immediately agreed to the idea, wanting some company for herself while Y/n is away doing her job.

And now that more people on the gird have dogs they thought it was the perfect timing, that being so that their dog could socialise with others.

And that is how Olivia and Y/n ended up on the coach in their home in Monaco (well more Y/n’a home but Olivia had practically moved in) on a free weekend, searching on their computer for any potential doggs.

When either of them found any options they would show each other and put it on a list with links in their notes app, they knew that getting a dog could not happen in one second, so they took their time to see what kind they wanted and to find the perfect one.

So once they did finally found ‘the one’ they decided to message the person responsible and see if they could adopt the dog. And while Y/n really wanted to be with Olivia while she handles the last things with adoptions and picking the puppy up, she couldn’t. Because she, sadly, had a race.

So Y/n secured to let Olivia handle the last things, with her having the most time in between shows and Y/n having to go to the factory and do training so not having any time to do all that.

And after a few weeks of waiting Y/n has kind of forgotten to the task that she has put Olivia on. And while Y/n forgot, Olivia didn’t.

Olivia has scoured the internet to search for any dog that they would like. And she found the one. So while Y/n had forgotten her girlfriend had had contact with a breeder and had done a lot of research. And she had devoted that she wanted to give the dog to Y/n on their anniversary, which would be in a few days.

So Olivia had fixed everything: food, toys, a place for the dog and, of course, the dog itself. Which was going to be a markiesje, a black one.

And then it was the time. It was their anniversary! They begun the day with a going out to eat breakfast (they were both to lazy to make food). Once they got back they relaxed and then it was time. Olivia had made a cover story for why they would need to go away; so she had said that they were going to eat somewhere and that it would be a surprise.

Unbeknownst to Y/n they were actually picking up their new dog.

Olivia had days that she needed to go inside to check something so Y/n had stayed in the car. Olivia had also fixed that they could pick the dog up in a place where a lot of good food places were so that her girlfriend wouldn’t get suspicious.

So once Olivia got back to the car with a little basket Y/n was beginning to question things.

Olivia got in the car and sat the basket on het lap.

“So… I may have lied a bit.” She said. “We will not be eating or going out eating. But… I did a lot of research after we talked a couple of weeks ago. And o finally got in contact with a breeder. I did a lot if research of which one was good and which one wasn’t. And they seemed to be legit. So I bought a dog. We still have to pick out a name.” Olivia ranted on. She was to nervous to look at her girlfriend reaction so she began ranting again. “We still need to pick out a name, but I thought you should get to do that. It is also your anniversary gift and-“ she was cut of.

In the kids of her ranting Y/n leaned over and gave her a kiss. “This is amazing baby! But do I get to see the dog now?” The girl asked.

Olivia blushed a bit and have the basket to her girlfriend. Y/n opened it and saw the cutest dog ever. It was a girl. “What should I name you?” She asked in a baby voice. “What about daisy?” She said while looking at Olivia.

The other girl nodded.

Daisy it was. Their new baby.

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User2 So cuteeee

User3 hey google! How can I be reincarnated as a dog?

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User5 not the dog owners of the grid in the comments😭😭

User6 Mothers!! (Literally)

User7 Happy anniversary!

User8 a baby when?

User9 they are only together for a year relax!

User10 Now I want a dog🫠

User11 Daisy is sucks cute name!

User12 I am going to convince my parents with this post to get a dog!

User13 will we now get more Olivia appearances in the paddock with Daisy?!?! That would be amazing!!!

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[toxic3mmy]

being like all bratty ( i think that’s the word) and all to Quackity and he ends up fucking the shit out of you?

ummm yes??? this sounds sooooo hot teehee, thx for the request!!

[it turned out a little more loving than rough sex.. oops??]

prompt: you and alex have a project due and he keeps slacking off until he’s had enough of your bratty attitude

warnings: nsfw! smut smutty smuttt!

it was finally 7:30 pm. alex said he would meet you at the college library to finish up your project after work and you had been waiting on him there for almost an hour now. the good thing was that you were alone and had time to focus on your part of the slideshow.

you had about two slides left when you heard a huge thud on the table you were sat at. you looked up and saw alex smiling sheepishly at you.

“sup nerd, you almost done with our project?” he said as he sat back in his chair and kicked his feet up to rest on the table

you rolled your eyes and said with an annoyed face,

“yeah right, come on let’s get this over with already” you grumbled

“actually, shit… i forgot my laptop” alex said while looking through his backpack. he looked up at you and asked

“mind if i go get it? i’m pretty sure i left it at my house and it’s not far from here” he didn’t even wait for me to respond, already collecting his things to go

“wait, maybe we should just do the project at yours… they close the library in thirty minutes anyways” you said, feeling even more annoyed than before because now you were going to be forced to be alone with alex

“cool, let’s go” he walked out of the school and to his car in the parking lot

you felt a bit uncomfortable and nervous as you got into his passenger seat. you weren’t sure why but his very existence got so deep under your skin that it really pissed you off. maybe it was his arrogant personality or maybe it was the way every girl at your college drooled over him, or maybe it was both. the truth is, you also felt an attraction for alex but you refused to be like every other brainless bimbo at school. you liked to think that you actually had taste when it came to guys.

your thoughts were interrupted by alex parking his car and getting out, having you follow him. he unlocked the door to his house and let you in. he got comfortable and led you into an office like room where you assumed he did his homework and probably his streaming. he had a huge desk with a pc setup as well as note taking materials next to the pc. there was also a small couch and that’s where you decided to put your backpack.

“here, i’ll go get a chair for you to sit next to me” alex broke the silence between you too. you nodded silently and took all your notes out to finally finish this project.

“sit” he said as he placed another office chair next to his fancy gamer chair

you chuckled to yourself

“what?” he asked, genuinely confused

“oh nothing… just realized you have a gamer chair.. it’s so uwu of you” you teased him and laughed even louder

“says the one that dresses like an e girl with all those fishnets and eyeliner” he said mockingly

“don’t even! i know you’re not judging my clothing choices when you legit always look like adam sandler plus that stupid beanie you never take off”

“can you shut up? we have a project to work on” alex said in a sarcastic manner

you didn’t say anything in response to him. instead, you went over what you had finished with your part of the project. you then kept talking about some ways for alex to tie his part into yours so that it would all flow seamlessly. you were pointing out certain topics in your textbook when you look up to see alex typing away on his phone.

“dude… are you serious? i was over here talking to the fucking wall i guess! were you seriously not listening to me?”

he simply put a finger up as if telling you to wait for him to finish texting. you waited impatiently and after a few minutes, he finally put down his phone.

“my bad, i have this thing i’ve been working on with team members for our twitch.. but uh yeah of course i heard everything you said.” he lied and it made anger begin to boil up inside of you.

“how much do you even have done?” you asked, trying to calm yourself down

“oh uh.. i have all my pictures set up in the powerpoint” he said as if it were something to be proud about

you grit your teeth together as you realized what he meant by that

“you haven’t even started on your section?? i cannot believe you…” you groaned really annoyed now

“yes i have started! it’s not my fault that i need to do work stuff in my free time” he said as he messed with a pen on his desk

“ohhh, you have a twitch event that you’ve been working on for weeks? aw thats so cool, yeah i seriously don’t give a fuck. you had all semester and you don’t even care! it’s our senior year and uni is something that we need to take seriously i mean this counts towards our final! i don’t want to have to fucking repeat this class just because you’re a careless arrogant selfish piece of shit!”

“woah woah, what the fuck is your issue?!” he began to lose his cool, sitting up and facing towards you as he raised his voice

“you’re my problem! like dude i get that you play your little video games on stream and that seems to be what you worry about most but i actually want to get a good career and i actually care about my grades! unlike you! you think that just because everyone likes you, you’ll get everything handed to you. well sorry to burst your bubble but clicking and clacking on your keyboard all day long isn’t going to prepare you for the real world!”

“who the fuck do you think you are? you have no right to say any of this to me, are you kidding?” alex was now standing up and towering over you

“look… i just had a bad day okay? i worked really early this morning and i honestly would much rather be in bed right now than arguing with you i mean, we’re not even getting any work done! god this is pointless..” you sighed, running your hands through your hair as you felt afraid to look alex in his eyes

“i worked today too, ya know. but you don’t see me being so prissy and uptight about a damn project that won’t even matter in a year.”

“yeah well im sure my work was way more productive and hard than you playing dumb computer games all day”

“listen you little brat, you have no right to tell me anything about my career choices. and for the record, my dumb little twitch job is making me more money each month than youd ever see after years of whatever boring fucking corporate job you get into” alex said, holding you tightly by your t shirt

“yeah fucking right. you’re just a lazy idiot! all you had to do was finish a few slides and we’d be through here and you can’t even do that. i’m leaving, thanks for nothing” you spit out angrily as you hastily began to pack your things to leave

alex was silently in deep thought. as you reached the door, he tugged your backpack back and off of your shoulder. he grabbed you rather harshly and your back was pushed up against his bedroom door.

“you’re not going anywhere. you think you can just walk out of here after insulting me and being a shitty little brat?!”

“what?..” you asked quietly

“you heard me y/n, you’re being a fucking brat.. and brats should be treated the way they deserve” he spoke hotly against your lips before leaning forward and kissing you

you weren’t prepared for him to kiss you so sweetly. you practically melted against his lips. you kissed back until he whimpered and brought you back to reality.

“ugh! get off of me, asshole!” you pushed his chest roughly but before you could make any other move, he caught your arm

“i know you want me y/n, i see the way you look at me. you and every other girl at school are just so thirsty for me huh? look at these tiny skirts you always wear.. you’re just asking for it” he smirked as his fingers danced up your thigh and touched your skirt

“ha! i don’t want you. unlike the girls at school, i have a brain and i sure as fuck would never touch you” you lied to his face

you gasped and felt your face go red as his hand was now touching the fabric of your panties

“then why are you soaking wet for me?” he chuckled as he pulled your panties aside and played with your wet folds

he walked you towards his bed, sitting you down as he hovered over you.

“i fucking hate you!” you angrily smashed your lips to his.

your tongue slid across his lips, asking for entrance. alex greedily let your tongue slide against his. your hands tangled in his hair and tugged harshly as he continued to touch you.

“i hate you too, you fucking brat. now be a good girl and taked this top off for me” his lips connected with yours as you shakily unbuttoned your school top and threw it aside.

you reached out and began to unzip his pants just enough to release his hardened cock. he moaned at the contact and continued to play with your slick heat as you started to move your hands up and down his dick.

he pulled away from the kiss and pulled your hair in a ponytail with one hand and held your palm upwards with his other.

“spit” he demanded and you did what he asked

he then moved your wet hand to his cock and let go of your hair. he went back to rubbing your throbbing clit. you moved your hand and he was practically thrusting into your touch.

“alex… please” you whispered and tried to lead his leaking dick to your pussy but alex stopped you

“aw come on y/n, you can do better than that. you just love to yap and insult me, don’t you, you little brat? why don’t you put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use and beg for me. beg me to fuck you”

at this point, you needed him so badly and you didn’t care how desperate you looked as you complied with his demands.

“please alex, i need you so badly. please just fuck me and i promise to be nicer to you. im so wet for you..” you moaned out as his fingers finally stopped teasing you and entered your quivering hole

“tell me you want me.. tell me y/n” he said in a lustful voice, his fingers curling deeper into you. his lips attached to one of your hard nipples, deliciously tracing circles with the tip of his tongue

“oh fuck.. i n-need you, i want you alex! i’ve wanted you since i first saw you! i hate you so much but i want you to fuck me, please!” you were rutting against his hand needing more

he laughed as he was amused and feeling very satisfied with your response. he stopped touching you completely and undressed himself. he then reached out and stripped you of your shirt and panties, leaving the two of you completely naked.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he said, looking at you hungrily

“get on your hands and knees, show me that pretty ass”

you did what he asked needing him inside of you now. he groaned at the sight of your round ass on view for him. as he pushed himself inside of you, you arched your back from pleasure. he began to move slowly as you adjusted to the stretch. the second you started moaning, he grabbed your hips and mercilessly pounded into you.

“fuck! you’re so tight y/n” his hand made harsh contact with a loud smack on your ass

you fucked back onto his cock, feeling so overcome with pleasure

“a-alex, ‘m so close” you whimpered

he stopped fucking into you and sat up in his bed. he gently tugged you towards him, motioning to sit on his lap

“come ride me, sweetheart” he said huskily and of course, you obliged

you sat on his dick, feeling every inch of him fill you up. you were in complete bliss as you began to ride him slowly. alex leaned forward and hugged you to his body as he kissed your lips. you fought his tongue with yours for dominance as the two of you rocked together in a sweet rhythm.

“you feel so good… so so good alexis” you whispered in broken sobs

“yeah, baby girl? aw just look at you. you’re so needy for me aren’t you?”

you rocked your hips, grinding his cock into you. he was so deep inside of you and you couldn’t help but want more. he hit just the right spot inside of your needy cunt and you moaned loudly. your back arched as you threw your head back in pure bliss. alex kissed up your neck as he had full access. he pulled you closer to him, tucking your hair behind your ear gently

“you’re so beautiful y/n, i could do this forever. would you like that? would you like to be my fuck toy? i could use you whenever i please, yeah? tell me how good i feel, hermosa” he said as he looked into your eyes.

“you feel incredible.. you’re making me feel things i’ve never felt before.. please use me whenever” you said breathlessly

“such a good girl” alex praised, kissing you ever so gently as you continued to move at the same pace together

“a-alex, i’m so close”

“cum with me y/n, cum with me” he whimpered, letting out the sweetest whines and speeding his hips to meet yours

he held your hips still as he fucked into you faster and faster, chasing both of your highs

with loud gasps and moan, you both climax together.

alex slows his pace to a stop and you both catch your breath.

“y/n…?”

“yeah?” you breathe out, finally getting off of alex and laying down next to him

“i finished my part of the project yesterday, i just wanted to mess with you” he grinned and you smacked him playfully

“alex! you ass!”

“hey.. it worked out well for us didn’t it?” he smiled innocently

“come on, let’s shower. im all sweaty” alex says, pulling you up and towards his shower

[randomdwellerr]

Hi!:) could I please request yandere Gojo with the prompt "you drive me fucking crazy!"?

I hope you have a good day/night<3

A/N: This took a hella long time so I’m sorry about that ❤️. I hope u like it regardless. I didn’t put nsfw cuz I wasn’t sure if u wanted it, so sorry if u did. When I was writing, I legit almost forgot to add the prompt and I was already 2000 words deep. I got it in regardless tho. This felt so weird making a story and not adding the smut tag. LOL this isn't proofread but I will get to it very soon, I just wanted to get this out. Nevertheless, my requests are still open!

Always another way

Warnings: Delusional Gojo, financially dependent reader, breaking & entering (is it really if it’s his apartment?), misogyny (if u really squint tho), blood, LMK if i missed anything.

When you wanted something, Gojo always got it for you, regardless of what it was or the price. 

A new phone? Done. 

Want a vacation? Planned and booked. 

Need your bills paid? He’ll settle everything with the creditors. 

Need space from him because he was acting unreasonably? 

That was something he could only try to do.

It wasn’t Gojo’s fault your coworker was flirting with you, and he happened to see it! It doesn’t matter that he’s gay and acts that way with everyone! You’re Gojo Satoru’s girlfriend— and future wife— so when someone acted inappropriately with you, as the man, Gojo had to step up. 

So what, the guy doesn't talk to you anymore?  it’s not like you actually care about him! 

Wait, you care? He was your friend? 

As if! Gojo was doing what’s right for your future together. 

Huh? You want Gojo to give you back the key to your– his apartment? The one that he”s been paying for? The same one that cost him extra since you wanted a newest home on the bottom floor? 

Fine, maybe some space will do you two good anyways, as they say, “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” 

Gojo did try to give you space, only rewatching your instagram stories twice. Texting you once every few hours, things of that nature. 

But now you’re not returning his calls or texts at all! And Gojo, being the good boyfriend he is, has come to visit you. 

~

Without a key, Gojo would have to actually knock on your door as opposed to barging in, as he had become accustomed too. A wandering feeling of regret at not making a secret copy of it for emergencies, such as the present, traveled through him.

Gojo bitterly shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he waited for you to come to the door. The night chill had already begun to send goosebumps up and down his arms while simultaneously working its way down his spine. 

Maybe you didn’t hear him knock the first time? Just as Gojo had braced his hand to pound a little, ok a lot harder, on the aluminum, you sounded from the other side. 

“Who is it?” His fist, and shoulders dropped as he let out a breath, you sounded the same way you did a few days ago. Gojo burrowed his hands deep into his pockets as he thought of what to say. 

Obviously, he’d announce himself but he needed something more. Something to make you open up and allow him inside. 

“It’s me,” Why would Gojo actually say his name? You’d recognize his voice without any further explanation. In fact, you might just joyfully swing the door and fly into his arms. 

And Gojo was right, you had heard his voice and knew who stood before you. But what he had miscalculated was your reaction to his presence. Your hand, that had once rested on the doorknob to unlock it, retracted and found its way back to your side to clench your pajama pants. You took your time to glance at the clock in your living room before responding. 

“It’s 11 at night Gojo, what do you want?” 

You heard a faint chuckle from the opposite side of the door, or you think you did, believing Gojo was crazy enough to laugh at you, wasn’t on your bucket list. Your eyes dragged back to the comfy couch you had just been pulled from. 

“I’m here to check on you. You stopped returning my texts.” 

What? You looked back to the door. He couldn’t actually be serious! 

“I stopped replying because how many more ways can I answer ‘how are you?’ in a single day?” 

You didn’t intend on saying anymore, but with Gojo’s silence you felt urged to continue, “we’re on a break anyway.” 

Another pregnant pause followed. 

“A break?” Gojo’s voice was lower now, almost, almost, almost threatening, “I thought you wanted space?” 

“A break, space, same thing.” You felt compelled to step away from the door now but your feet kept you rooted to the spot, as you anxiously awaited his next move. 

A sudden drumming on the large panel window next to your front window made your heart hammer harder in your chest. 

“Really? I never knew that, if that’s the case then why did you want a break?” 

Eyes still trained on the window, your knees buckled slightly, your body was demanding sleep from you and you wanted to give in, even if you slumped against the wooden floor beneath you. 

“Is this what you came to talk about? I’m too tired for this,” we also talked about it already, almost slipped from your mouth but you gratefully bit your tongue in enough time. You wanted Gojo to leave, you didn’t want to piss him off. 

In your half awake state, your eyes drifted to the floor and you didn’t hear the window creak as Gojo tried to open it. 

Good thing you always locked your windows, Gojo mentally commended you as his knuckles beat on the window instead. 

At the louder sound, your eyes narrowed to focus on the window again, you could see the outline of Gojo’s lanky body on the other side of the window, you doubted he could see yours because of how dark your apartment was. Nonetheless, you suppressed a shudder when you remember his all seeing eyes. 

“I’m tired too, can you let me in so I can sleep on the couch? It’s been a long day.” Gojo’s voice was his usual, pouty tone as he asked. He was your ex, not an ax murder, and you knew of Gojo’s rigorous schedule, a thread of empathy in your heart pushed you to allow him in. 

With amazing body to eye coordination, you managed to make it to the door, and as your hand toyed with the lock, you unconsciously looked at Gojo again. You saw the motion of his hand still hitting the window—even though he definitely heard you move towards the door—, you saw the tips of his hair sway with the breeze, your eyes trailed a bit further down and could make out the face splitting grin on his held. 

Your body, physically recoiled from the door, your feet caught on each other and landed you in a heap on the floor. 

You’d seen that smile before, when you would, as you always did, apologize first after an argument. Gojo’s body language would be inviting but his expression always made you feel like he won, and worst of all, that he knew it. 

From outside your apartment, Gojo called your name, the air of calm he once retained now gone, replaced by dramatic panic. 

“I just— I just fell,” deciding to stand again was one thing,  but figuring out how to get rid of Gojo was another, “I think it’s best if you leave.” 

Truth be told, you weren’t one to beat around the bush. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The deafening sound of the doorknob rattling for a split second, rang out in your ears, after a pause, so still you could make out the TV noises from your bedroom, it began to shake violently, “let me in and I’ll help you, okay?” 

“No, I’m okay, please, leave,” a pathetic nut lodged itself in your throat, you had hoped you would have to stoop so low as to beg. And to actually do so, left your stomach with a churning feeling.

“Let me see your fine and I’ll leave,” Gojo’s voice was mocking, and while the shaking slowed, it didn’t stop. 

“Believe me, I’m okay!” 

“No I don’t think I will,” the jangling handle stopped for a minute as Gojo seemed to mull over something. 

Maybe he’d leave! 

And you were right! 

“Is there someone else in there?” Spiky white hair came into view from the window again,  before the rest of his head followed. It wouldn’t have been unnerving, it really wouldn’t have been, if the movement was followed by his body but it wasn’t. Just his head, and some of his neck, was visible. 

Now you seriously entertained the idea of him being able to see you. 

“No, just me here.” 

You physically reacted, a light thud rang out in the apartment as your palm connected with your forehead, probably not the best idea to tell your psycho ex you were home alone. You’d seen one to many horror films, to know this is how they usually went; hook, line, and sinker. 

A simple hum was all Gojo graced you with before he turned on his heel and walked off. 

His figure trailed off, down the stairs of your complex, and presumably to whoever drove him here (let’s be real, it’s Ijichi). Your legs buckled, then altogether collasaped from underneath you. The heavy tenison in your stomach must have been pressing down on your bladder as it began to scream for relief. 

You almost, almost, wet yourself then and there. When your arms shook as you tried to stand, you nearly gave up and let your body fully relax, on the floor, the cool tile soothing, the heated ache in your head. But you couldn’t, the only thing you could do was use the restroom then go to bed and sleep the night away.

The walk to bathroom was long, longer than normal. Your legs moved sluggishly over to the room, before you practically fell onto the toilet. Hunching over, you cradled your head in your hands, the steady sound your pee kept you lucid while you rested. 

Time seemed to slow while you relieved yourself. The moment was all the serenity you needed to feel safe again. 

Your peace was shattered when you were jotled up from the toilet. You hurriedly finished using it as you heard glass crashing into onto your living room floor, the same place you had just been. 

This time around, your walk was faster, as if your limbs were switched on from adrenaline. You stumbled to avoid the sharp shards when you entered the room. Almost losing your footing again, you physically recoiled as you saw white hair illuminated by the complex lights. It took mere seconds to put together a full picture of what had transpired. 

The window that Gojo had at one time stood behind was now broken, with pieces scattered on the floor and some larger chunks still embedded in the panel. The TV sounds long since drowned out by Gojo’s heavy breathing as he climbed into the window. 

He braced his hands between the serrated glass that remained on the ledge and heaved his way through, one leg at a time. Some fragments cut the fabric on Gojo’s arms, one particularly large chunk, cut his skin. Whether he felt the gash or not, blood trickled down his arm and onto the floor. 

Once Gojo was fully through, you were finally able to see him, the moment was still while you sized each other up. His eyes were still hidden but the rest of his face was just as unsettling. The lopsided smirk that played at his lips would have be comforting under any other circumstance. Truly. 

If you’d seen him tomorrow with the same knowing grin, you might have felt secure. But that wasn’t this, and this was now, and in this second, the smile was disturbing. 

How could he even smile right now? You wanted so badly to wipe the belittling look off his face with a nice, firm slap. Because you and he both knew, he wasn’t smiling because he was happy, Gojo was smiling because he’d gotten what he wanted; entry into your house. 

The silence was once again broken by something clattering to the floor, right out of Gojo’s hand. You would have laughed if the item had been anymore ironic, a large rock fell next to his feet, and into the steadily growing pool of his blood. 

How cliche. Maybe the movies were so repetitive because the perpetrators never did anything new. 

You hadn’t anymore time to dwell on how the much the dramatic flare fit Gojo when he uttered your name, low and dangerous. Even though you expected the tone, it still found a way to shudder down your body, too sudden and forceful to supress it. 

Gojo didn’t wait. He stepped to you, and reflexively, you stepped back. 

A faint giggle escaped his lips before he moved again, he treated it like a game. Each step you both took, his grin grew more playful, wider, meaner. 

It stretched across his face at a frightening rate. 

It was almost handsome how the sharp part of his teeth peaked through his lips. 

Almost. 

In the reality you lived in, it reminded you of your situation. He was the predator and you the prey. 

Before you knew it, your knees buckled against the armrests for the couch. The shock of it made you fall back and onto the settee as a little squeak tumbled from your lips. 

Just as you had braced your arms to stand up, Gojo pounced on you. His face sat so close yours his nose was mere centimeters away from touched yours. 

How bearable the moment could’ve be if his whole body weight was crushing you. When you moved to kick Gojo, you realized his own legs had landed inside yours. 

You both must have noticed at the same time because he laughed, really laughed, at your predicament. Gojo took his time, lowering his full body weight onto you as a means to hold you down. HIs arms slithered under your midsection to wrap around your waist, his hold pressed you against him further. 

“I’ve been wanting to hold you again,” his chest was hot against yours, his breaths still shallow but it was definitely deeper then before. It wasn’t comforting, it wasn’t sweet or tender how it has once been. It certainly wasn’t romantic how his blood splattered across your face while he brushed your hair from your face. 

“You’re crying?” It wasn’t a question as much as it was a statement. You knew, Gojo knew you were crying, because had collected a stray tear from your waterbed with his thumb and placed the salty liquid into his mouth. 

“You’re fucking insane.” 

Gojo lifted his upper body of yours and adjusted you both to were he now sat with your legs underneath his, “I’m insane, really?” 

His head reared back as he released a roaring laugh. During his momentarily lapse, your realized your arms were no longer trapped below his. With the movements of a wild animal, you lunged at him. Fists ready to unleash your bent of fury, but he caught you. His bigger hands grabbed your wrists with force, care enough not to bruise, but hard enough to send a message. 

The warning was clear, you couldn’t fight it, all attempts would be thwarted with an equal amount of power. Even using your full strength to struggle out of his grasp didn’t yield any results. Gojo at lower effort was you at your full capacity. 

“I’m fucking insane, right?” Being unable to see his eyes was almost just as bad as being able to see them. At least you could try to look into his blue iries and try to remember the Gojo you once knew. But the harsher blue, almost black, fabric you were met with, was not as comforting. Not as human. Not as tolerable. It truly was nothing. 

Gojo shifted to hold both of your wrist in one hand, as you forced your upperbody back down to meet the couch once more. The more you squirmed, the harder his grip became, a sign of his wearing patience. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” Once you were plush with the couch Gojo squeezed your wrists especially tight, before letting go. Another warning. 

Like you were a child, like he had just scolded you, like you were his student. 

“This is all your fault,” Fear traveling down your cheeks in the form of tears, mixing with his own blood to leave pink streaks across your face. 

The room felt suffocating both physically and emotionally. It was all too much. His breathe on your face, the metallic scent of his blood hanging in the air, the TV still going in your bedroom. 

Gojo’s next actions were deliberate. Faux positive radiated from him staticky waves which were almost hard to resist. He leaned down a bit further, his hair brushing against your nose while he whispered to you. 

“But it’s fine,” Gojo’s tone was sickly sweet now, the drastic shift in his tone made you freeze. Any thoughts of fighting back were taken from your head and stomped on, “you won’t be able to make a mistake like this again.” 

[n0t-evenhere]

You know, I’ve been considering, what would it be like if Ray had a partner who has racing thoughts. Like myself. The doctor said I have HD and apparently I got AD of them. (I hope you get the joke, if not, it’s legit just ADHD, apparently it doesn’t go away like I thought when i was younger. 😂) So, throwing myself out there, just a bit of what my mind it’s like so you guys can see what I mean. So, a little senario. Also, I have a little surprise at the end.

Scene: Ray and myself on the couch. I’d be doing some crochet project.

me: working quietly but suddenly pause.

In the brain

Me: wait….don't I have an appointment for my hip tomorrow at like, 8 am?

Narration me: uh, yea? Duh, don’t you remember?

Me: wel, yes of course I do, that’s why I brought it up. I’m so glad I remember because I forgot.

Narration me: is it really forgetting if you remembered?

Me: uh, good point, maybe not….man I want a tuna sandwich.

Narration me: um, no. One, dummy, it’s four in the after noon and dinner is usually at 6.”

Me: well no, that’s not always true. I mean when I cook it’s usually late, but if Ray cooks it depends on when he gets home and if he’s up for it.

Narration me: he’d make a great housewife. Just saying.

Me: Whoa are you crazy?! I mean, you’re not wrong but, you can’t just say that!

Narration me: pfft, whatever. I’m just saying, co home to him cooking or whatever and then you get to wrap your arms around his waist while cooking and…

Me: Don’t you DARE finish that thought you freak! They should make a place for horny people like you!

Narration me: Babe, I am you, so it would just be you going.

Me: oh yea….am I crazy for talking to myself not only out loud and in my head? Also, you know what else would go well with the tuna? Banana peppers. No, you know what I’m not crazy. I've decided.

Narration me: Okay, if that’s true would you tell people that you have conversations in your head and outloud?

Me: well…no BUT, on the bright side, scientists say that people who talk to themselves are smarter than the average bear!

Narration me: you failed 6th grade math…

Me: I hate you.

Narration me: No baby, you hate yourself.

Me: shimmy shimmy coco pop..

Narration me: what?

Me: why is Ray so pretty to look at?

Narration me: nice question but where did it come from?

Me: I don’t know. It just hit me, do you think if I look at him he’ll be looking at me? I mean, I can’t look at him with him looking at me. It will make me look like a creep! Okay, here’s the plan, I’ll give a side eye to see if he’s looking, if not. Then I can look.

Narration me: okay, great. Good plan, also, you're an idiot. Oh, don’t forget your hip appointment tomorrow.

Me: Will do!

Me: gives Ray a side eye.

Me: He’s looking! What do I do?! (In brain)

Ray: Star….

Me:behaving totally normal. “Yea, what’s up?”

Ray: “…want a tuna sandwich?”

Me: “heck yea I do!” Totally forget he can read minds.

Here’s and actually little strawberry Ray crochet project I did. It’s not related to the BSH merch coming out, this was on my own. Although, I am excited for the merch! So, this was on my own time, started it a week ago and forgot about. He’s not done and he’s a little wonky. I was inspired by eclipse-ml. Strawberry ray!

[komaedatulpa]

Some thoughts and ramblings about the recent Blue Lock chapter. Spoilers for ch.289 of blue lock, the latest chapter of Episode Nagi and all that. This is gonna be long so like bare with me.

OKAY, so I knew that not everyone was going to make it. While this series is a sports shonen series so it is easy to forget that "Oh right, this has killing game genre elements" so people get super comfortable of like who is expected to stay. For me though, I have been in the mindset of everyone is fair game. Some will last longer than others but who does all depends.

Like yeah yeah Isagi, Rin, Shidou, Barou, Bachira, and Chigiri were gonna make it this far. They are in the "They are going to make it until near the end" category in my brain. Kunigami making it was like a bittersweet surprise in the sense of "The hell he went through did make him survive longer but how much further can he go before both his mind and body give out" ticking time bomb of a character but also that little hope that maybe...things could be okayish...but my boy has been through it so it is what it is. Characters like Otoya, Karasu, Aiku, and Yukimiya I kind of knew were gonna make it since they were already great players but now have just gotten so much better. Aryu, Gagamaru, Niko, Kurona, and Zantetsu were pleasant surprises of "Oh damn, you are really pulling through. Good for y'all" especially my little yugioh boy Niko. Characters like Sendou, Raichi, Hiori, and Kiyora making it were the more surprising in the sense of they could have gone either direction but because of Blue Lock or in Raichi and Hior (especially Hiori)'s case Isagi's influence really pushed them to make themselves better at the game. Genuinely the most surprising ones that made the cut were Fukaku and Nanase. For Fukaku it is because I legit forgot who the fuck he was (we have three U20 players who made the cut which hey that's neat) and I don't think we really know anything about him. We might learn more idk. But Nanase making it is like fascinating. He is this polite sweet boy who by all accounts would not have made it based on what Blue Lock pushes...if it wasn't for Rin. Rin's training really made him a much better player and therefore increased his chances of survival. I could say something about how Igurashi's training and Nanase's training are parallels of each other's where no matter how hard you trained on what you were good at you just couldn't cut it (Igurashi) vs your hard training made you learn something new about yourself and therefore got better at it (Nanase). But I'll save that for another time maybe.

Characters like Igurashi and Tokimitsu not making it isn't surprising but a bit sad. Well for me when it comes to Igurashi. I know I am probably one of the only fans of my scrappy little bastard Igurashi but I genuinely did like that he did get as far as he did. In that sense he does remind me of a DR character that in most killing game series would die early but makes it to the end. Well except for this he didn't but alas. Thank you for you pragmatist service Igurashi, you would have done amazing if you were in DR.

BUT most people are talking about everything with Reo and Nagi for like understandable reasons but I wanted to get my other character thoughts out of the way. THIS...was inevitable. Like as I read both Blue Lock and Episode Nagi I knew that they were not making it together, that one of them will be cut before the other one follow suits eventually. I just didn't know when, I assumed it would be much later, but I was wrong in that. I know for some it would be easy to say Reo would go before Nagi because of what he was like early on with his clingy behavior towards Nagi. But during his time away from Nagi and being on Shidou's team he had to learn how to crawl his way through hell to survive. As the recent events unfolded it made me think back to why Shidou chose Reo,

"Humans who can't destroy themselves...can never make explosions."

Which did influence the dark path Kunigami went down but also...forced Reo to adapt. That he cannot rely on people, he has to be strong alone for himself. That even when things got better between him and Nagi...Reo has become more capable than before. He can do things on his own, with or without Nagi. He chooses to have Nagi in his life, to be part of his goal but he actually doesn't need him. However...Nagi relies on Reo.

In the beginning Nagi depended on Reo for motivation when it came to playing soccer. Reo is the reason Nagi began playing soccer, Reo is the reason he is in Blue Lock in the first place. When I look back on it all I see moments that seemed like Nagi would start becoming more independent and learn to play for himself and not have to rely on Reo. Like when he joined Isagi because he made him feel frustrated, an emotion he probably hasn't felt in a LONG time. Or how in the match between Rin and Isagi, Nagi told Bachira that his own reliance on Isagi (similar to his reliance on Reo) is holding him back. Gave these hints of Nagi growing and becoming stronger but now that I have looked back...it was just another relying on someone else. Nagi relied on his pure desire to beat Isagi that once he technically did...he had nothing else. He got what he wanted, what else was there left to do? What new goal did he have? And what did he do? Go back to Reo. Back to square one. He could not let go of his dependence on Reo, he never could. Karasu in Episode Nagi pointed out that Nagi's softness and nativity is going to plunge him into despair someday. I didn't think much of it at the time (clueless) until the recent chapter...it hit me like a brick to the face. Nagi's fatal flaw he just couldn't let go of completely clinging to Reo. Reo in a way was the death of him. His love for Reo did him in. That love and friendship dragged him down. By the time Nagi realized that he needed to fight and get stronger for himself it was too late. Bachira's harsh words called back to when Nagi did similar to him but Bachira, unlike Nagi, was able to let go of relying on Isagi. This recent chapter HURTS but a good kind of hurt in an odd way. The type of pain I WANT in a killing game. The unfairness, the tragedy, and despair of it all. These (ego) deaths are suppose to hurt and matter. This was a twisting of a knife that at this put could stop or keep going. Nagi is one of my many favorites in this series and his future is uncertain as I write this and whatever happens...happens.

[gay-wh0re-slut]

Hello! Can I please request a NSFW Rhea/reader where reader has had a massive crush on Rhea for awhile and Rhea has noticed and constantly flirts with the reader (who doesn’t think Rhea is being serious). One day when they find themselves alone in the locker room Rhea corners reader and basically asks why the reader hasn’t ever done anything about the massive crush they obviously have on Rhea. Reader mumbles something about how she knows Rhea wasn’t being serious with all her flirting, so Rhea proceeds to show reader just how serious she is?

I swear, dominant Rhea is the woman of my DREAMS. No worries at all if you don’t like this request. Thanks for hearing me out!

i can already tell that this is gonna be a long one so buckle up friends lmaoooo but no legit, rhea could do literally anything and i’ll go feral

i have a feeling that this is gonna be a bit angsty too so hold on to your boot straps hahaha

Prove it

CW: angst-ish, a little degradation/praise, fingering

Your headset was filled with the chatters of other PA’s and crew members questioning about this and that or genuine small talk. While you have worked for WWE for quite sometime, only just recently have you started working on Raw. It was a good change of pace for you, it was very similar to Smackdown but everything was red and obviously the wrestlers were different. You never thought that you would make friends so quickly considering how hard it was before. One friend in particular you hoped, maybe one day, would be more than a friend: Mami herself, Rhea Ripley.

“Hey, baby,” she would say every time she saw you.

“Heyyyy,” you would reply with a wink. I don’t think she even knows my name, to be honest.

The crew would always say that she was genuinely flirting with you, but you never believed them because she would flirt with Samantha and Cathy all the time so you thought you were just another one of her many girlfriends. But they kept on insisting, “she’s not like that with anyone else on the crew,” or “she’s flirting with them for the camera, there’s no camera’s when she’s with you.” But, you kept brushing it off, hopelessly daydreaming.

Often, Rhea would hang around you backstage asking questions about you and other meaningless things, or she would request that you sit beside her as she gets her makeup done just so she could have someone to talk to. She was known to have done this with other crew members because even though she was mean on the screen, backstage she was the biggest sweetheart and genuinely wanted to get to know everyone. Because of this, you boiled it down to being one of her close work friends and nothing more, unfortunately.

After a show one Monday, you notice that the tattooed woman was no where to be found. They usually have to sign out to let the crew know that they left, but she never signed. So you begin searching.

You ask around and a lot of people didn’t know, some said she was in her dressing room, some said that she left and forgot to sign out, she never does that. You thought that she just went to her car to get something and she’ll be right back. After a while of walking aimlessly around the arena searching for who knows how long, you decide to get her number from Bianca, which she gave you an all-knowing smirk followed by, “surprised you don’t have it yet.” You nervously laugh it off as you say goodbye to her for the night.

You struggle to find something witty to say or a flirty joke. Sadly nothing comes to mind when you realize you’ve been staring at your phone for a solid minute before deciding to go with something casual.

“Hey, it’s (Your/Name)! Just wanted to check in on ya and see where you were. You didn’t sign out yet so I’m hoping you’re still around?” you text her.

“Damn. I guess I missed the opportunity to give you my number using a bad pick up line,” she responded immediately. So she does know my name.

“Haha, I asked Bianca for it, hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. She couldn’t deliver the line as good as me anyway.”

“Then I have to hear it.”

“It’s better in person, and unfortunately for you, I did leave without signing out accidentally, had a lot on my mind tonight.”

“Damn, that’s okay. I’ll sign out for you then, no biggie,” no biggie? are you serious, who says that?

“Thank you! I owe you one for sure. I’ll bring you Starbucks on Sunday before PR stuff.”

“You really don’t have to, it’s really not a big deal.”

“Oh please, you’re too good to not be praised.”

Calm. Down.

“I try,” God, I suck at flirting, “but anyway, I hope you get some rest, you deserve it.”

“We’ll see what happens. See you soon, love!”

Butterflies were completely alive in your stomach when you read those last words. You couldn’t help the blush forming on your face to cause another crew member to ask you what you’re smiling at so hard. You tell them it was a funny post that a friend sent and they seemed to believe you. You shoved your phone in your back pocket and went on with your nightly duties, cleaning up after everyone, making sure nothing was left behind. Though Raw was on Monday’s, there was always so much to do during the week before the show. Obviously you had to travel, but it took about a day or two to set up the ring and LED walls, lights and other things necessary for the show to run smoothly.

The rest of the week went by quickly, thankfully. You and Rhea had been texting quite literally nonstop, asking about this and that, sometimes talking about nothing just so that you could text each other. You’d send memes and pictures of your animals with the same in return. You kept trying to flirt with her through text and she seemed to flirt back but you were never good about wooing a woman, they always did it to you. Something about a dominant woman really got your gears grinding, and Rhea happened to be just that.

Sunday came and you woke in the hotel room, groggy but another day, another dollar. You showered and got ready for the day in about an hour. You didn’t have to wear your normal uniform today since no cameras were being live-streamed everywhere. Once you arrived, you checked yourself in at the arena showing your badge to the security, grabbing your headset and headed to your station. You stood at the door making sure everyone signed in, this was your usual job on Sunday’s. It was easy and fun to chat with the Pros of the day before they got in their gear for shooting some extras.

Whispers began as the buff goth woman walked towards you with two coffee’s in her hand, “Hey baby!” she said as per usual.

“Heyyyy!” the butterflies were definitely fluttering.

“I said I owed you so here you go,” she handed you the drink.

“I completely forgot! Thank you!” You took a sip and hummed at the delicious brew.

“Anything for you,” she winked. She signed in and went on her way.

You heard the faint giggling of your coworkers behind you. You threw them a look and they scurried away still giggling. Rolling your eyes, you check that everyone has made it on time and began the rest of your work day.

It wasn’t too long of a day but what made it seem like forever was that Rhea wasn’t texting you. Time flew by for you when you were talking to her, like nothing else mattered. You kept checking your phone to see if she had any time to send you something, anything but no luck.

A few hours have passed and you realized you hadn’t eaten anything all day, so you head to the snack table. All kinds of fruits, vegetables, candy and other things of that nature stared back at you. Nothing seemed appealing you were so hungry so you opted for an apple.

“Hey sweet cheeks,” an australian accent said behind you.

You turn around with a smile, “Hey! What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me?” Her arms crossed as she leaned on the wall beside her with her foot crossed over the other with her icy blue eyes scanning up and down your body.

You couldn’t help but shiver, how long has she been standing there, “sure! What do you suggest?”

“Come to the locker room in a few and we’ll figure it out from there, I have one more thing to finish,” she began to walk towards you.

Your heart beat faster, your breath was slowly leaving your lungs, calm down, breathe. The tattooed hand lands itself on your shoulder before sliding down your arm as she gives you a gentle smile. She snatched the apple out of your hand and takes a bite, the whole time she kept eye contact with you. Chewing away, she gave you an apple filled grin and handed back the apple.

“S-sure,” You force out, taking back the fruit.

“Great! I’ll be waiting,” she walks off behind you with the sound of her boots trailing off.

I’m so down bad, it’s embarrassing.

The time finally came but you were frozen just outside of the locker room. Everyone else had already left for lunch saying bye to you on their way out, so you were just left there, standing, shaking, trying muster up any confidence possible to just walk inside.

Your foot barely left the floor when the buff woman came out, “there you are, took you long enough. C’mon.”

You stumble your way in, watching her go back to what she was doing.

After a few seconds of silence, “Please, sit. You’re making me nervous,” she laughs, putting the last few items of her things in a bag.

You do as your told.

She sits down in front of you, “What do you want to eat? My treat!” She leans back making herself comfortable, which apparently includes manspreading.

You, you thought, “I’m down for whatever,” you say instead.

“Oh, c’mon, there isn’t anything your craving?”

You try your best to not stare at her legs that are wide open in front of you where you could easily get on your knees and-

“Hey,” she waves a hand in front of you, “you good, babe?”

“W-what? Oh…yeah, sorry,” your face begins to feel hot, “what was the question?”

“I asked if you wanted to fuck,” she said, incredibly serious.

Your eyes widened as you choked on air.

“You’re so funny when you’re nervous,” she laughs, “I asked what you wanted for lunch.”

“Nervous? Who said I was nervous?” you laugh…nervously.

“Uh huh,” she leans forward on her elbows resting on her knees, “maybe the fact that you tense up when I’m around, or the fact that you’d stumble your words when we talk or the fact that you stood outside the locker room for five minutes before I basically had to drag you in here,” she leaned back into her previous position, “maybe, that.”

Your face was now fully red, “I-”

“Admit it, (y/n),” she leans forward once more, licked her lips followed by biting her bottom lip as her eyes fell to your mouth then back up to your eyes, “You… have a crush on me.”

No words could form in your head to make a coherent thought. You sat there, beet red, mouth agape, staring at the wrestler inches, if not centimeters, front of you.

She reached out to close your mouth gently, but held your chin for longer than was definitely necessary. “Don’t worry,” her hand pulls you into her as she closes the gap between you, kissing you, “I like you too,” she admits.

“There’s no way,” you push back, “you can’t.”

She was surprised at your response, “what do you mean I can’t.”

“I mean,” you struggle to find the words but they come anyway, “you’re… you! Rhea Ripley, Mami, the one everyone either wants to be or be with. You’re so…attractive and cool and buff and…and hot! There’s no way YOU have a crush on ME. Out of all the people in the world, you like me? There’s no way…no way!” You stand and start pacing around the chair.

She rolls her eyes, “listen I know I flirt with a lot of people here but I’ve never thought of kissing them for the fun of it.”

You stop in your tracks, contemplating, then, “exactly you flirt with everyone so how was I supposed to know that this was any different until now,” you start pacing again.

She huffs and stands to walk in front of you. She grabs your face, this time with both hands pulling you in for another kiss. She held this for much longer than last time and of course you kissed her back. She finally lets go but is still holding your face in fear of you pacing again, “does that prove it?”

You hesitate, looking up at her helplessly, “I don’t know, do it again.” Where the confidence suddenly came from, you had no clue but you couldn’t stop now.

She smiled as her eyes beamed with hunger. She kisses you once more, but this time was different. Your lips moved against hers like they were meant to be, your hands found their way to her waist pulling her in closer. Her hands became tangled in your hair as you thank your past self for not putting it up like usual.

“How about that?” she breathes heavily.

“Hmm,” you tap your chin jokingly, “I still don’t believe you. Can you try something else?”

Her face scrunched with confusion for a split second before she caught your drift, “getting cheeky are we?” she smiles.

In one quick motion, she picks you up with a yelp escaping you, wrapping your legs around her hips as she starts to kiss you again. It was only a few steps before she reached the couch and practically slammed you down on your back with her on top of you.

She grew a face of concern, “Oh, shit, sorry that was a bit rough, you okay?”

“Don’t worry about being too rough,” said the mysterious confidence.

She cocked an eyebrow before her evil grin finally came into play, “Don’t tell me that,” she admits.

“Please,” your voice was shaky, “do literally whatever you want to me,” you held her face to make sure she knew you were serious, “please fuck me into oblivion.”

“Who knew the nice girl would be such a slut,” she finally turned on her dominant side.

Your underwear was already soaked from the second she spread her legs in front of you, but hearing her call you a slut could’ve sent you over the edge right then but you needed to hold off so you could savor the moment.

“God, yes,” you groan.

With that she forcefully kisses you once more. Your legs still wrapped around her, she sits up breaking them apart, staring hungrily trying to decide what to do with you. You take the opportunity to throw your headset to the floor after quickly turning it off. She readjusts herself, then heads back down to begin kissing and nipping at your neck. Small moans fall from your lips as she smiles into every new kiss from hearing you. When she starts to head back up to your chin, her hand finds its way under your waistband, thank god I wore yoga pants, you thought.

Her hand was slowly creeping its way into your underwear. Your hands were anywhere they could go, her hair, her neck, her back, her arms as she was back to kissing you, roughly. Finally reaching your hot center, she moans into your mouth, “damn baby. Is this all because of me?” she runs her fingers through your wet folds.

“Mhmm,” you whimper, bucking your hips at the new sensation.

“I should’ve said something sooner,” she begins to draw small circles over your clit.

“Y-yes,” you struggle to speak.

She hums in response quickening her pace before going back to kissing your neck. Your back arched as she ran her fingers through your wetness once more, moaning in the process.

A few more circles were drawn and you were becoming desperate for more and quickly. You sneak your hand to meet hers inside your pants, moving her hand to push her fingers inside of you. She understands and does it just right.

“Fuck,” slips out of you.

“You’re so desperate,” she growls slowly moving two fingers as far into you as possible.

“God yes,” you whine as she begins to slowly pump in and out of you causing more moans to fall from your mouth.

“If only I knew you were such a slut, I would’ve fucked you much sooner,” she admits. Her pace quickens, “I mean look at you, squirming under me, such a pretty sight.”

You couldn’t fathom any words. Literally nothing came to mind other than, “holy fuck,” which you didn’t say consciously.

“I can tell your close, baby,” she was right, “don’t hold back.”

By now, she was fucking you so hard you felt your titties bouncing and her eyes on them. You couldn’t help but smile at her wickedly. You grabbed her face forcefully pulling it in for more kissing so that the noises that were about to escape you, wouldn’t be too loud in case someone walked by.

A whimper escaped every time the tattooed fingers hit inside of you. The pressure in your hips rose so quickly you couldn’t hold off if you tried.

“Yesss, that’s it baby….cum for me,” she snarled in your ear.

The wave of release finally hit you, “oh FUUCK,” as you bounced. Your back arching, loud moans were quickly softened by her mouth as she continued to fuck you through it.

She wasn’t stopping there though, “you feel so good, baby,” as she continued pumping in and out of you, “now do it again.”

You couldn’t help but moan and nod your head desperately. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build back up again, she readjusted her hand so that she was hitting your sweet spot every time she pounded into you.

“Holy fuck,” you grasp for air, “please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

After a few more seconds of vigorous movements, you cum once more, spilling out all over her hand. Groaning louder than before as your legs began to shake and your hips jerking against her motions. Your back arched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head causing her to hold you down as best she could so you wouldn’t fall off the couch.

“Good girl,” she eased you through it, kissing every inch of your neck. She slowly removed her hand from you, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking her coated fingers clean. Your eyes widened at the sight.

“Open,” she commanded.

So you open your mouth and she sticks her fingers inside, without hesitation you sucked yourself off of her. Never in a million years did you think this would be happening, trembling under her after she just made you cum, twice in 10 minutes.

Once she decided you were done, she pulled her hand out and stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Now do you believe me?”

You nod because you couldn’t think of anything else to say, you’re lying there, panting and helpless staring at the dark haired woman above you.

“Good. Now what do you want to eat?” she smirks.

[north-kieren]

Hi North!

Can you share how one bonds with a dragon in your Navariah DR? Also, what other mythical/magical creatures live in Navariah and if one could bond with those creatures in the same way as dragons?

Navariah is super fascinating to me, I love hearing about it!

Hey y'all! I see all of your questions I promise, I'll get to them ALL eventually. Anyways 🌚

In my Navariah Dr, I have two dragons, my main dragon that comes with me on expeditions or when I'm just in need of a big powerhouse with wings, Ajax. My other dragon, she's a shifter (no pun intended 😭) her usual form being just a teeny little snake that I keep wrapped around my ankle or somewhere on my person, Lillian. She turns into a huge floating dark green and white glider with teeth that could snap a tree in half probably (haven't considered her to try it out yet but we're getting there)

Ajax is still a baby compared to how old dragons get, he's only around 100 years or so old so he's like a puppy almost, Lillian is a bit older, having had a human partner before me before they retired.

I met Ajax first, after I had turned 20 and started getting classes on military foundations and dragons work (riding, aid, sometimes military work, bonding and instructing, all kinds of stuff) cuz I knew I wanted to be somewhere working for the royals. Ajax was assigned to me after I accomplished my first 3 star assignments while in school (basically tests, one on paper sort of like an exam but one legit lasts 24 entire hours, second one is in training where I've learned an extraordinary skill related to dragon work ((in this case, directing large groups and being successful enough to win a star), and third being approved by an elder by presenting everything you've acquired through your schooling and show promise for both the dragons and Navarians)

Shit took more effort than id like to remember, but it's achievable and I ended up being introduced to my now companion Ajax. He's still pretty new to like.. everything, so we're both still getting the hang of some things, but overall we grew closer over one as we BOTH climbed the ranks and experienced troubles and errors together.

Lillian, actually came to me instead of me seeking her out surprisingly. Popped up on my windowsill one night while I was shaving my mustache in the mirror (I'm a girl btw, forgot to script I don't have insane hair genes) and told me she's been following me around for some weeks and desired to get back into work since her last partner had retired, and that my path that I was on was the exact one she wanted to follow as well. It took a while for me, her, and Ajax to form a WELL functioning trio since Ajax is very prone to mistakes while in the heat of the moment and she's very picky, and very peculiar about how she wants things done, and I just trying to keep us all functioning properly enough to get the job done lmao. However!!! Again, through struggle and errors made together, we grew to be a solid group and they're both now my most trusted souls among a few others as a section general under the queen today. Yippie!!!

(forgot to answer the other questions before I posted this so here's the answers for them that I made on Tik Tok, SORRY!)

[j27890]

After a “Few” Weeks of Silence, I FINALLY completed all Designs for my OLD FNAF AU.

But before I go over this whole monstrosity, I’ll address something real quick: The Artstyle for my OLD AU was heavily influenced by that of GoldBox/MoBox87. Who is unfortunately, as I found out recently, Problematic as hell; Long story short, she drew R@pe Art and N*zi Art, as well as Child Porn, among other things such as Harassed a Minor and Faked being Trans (Suicide included). While I was working on this part of my OLD AU, I found out about the cr*p she did not too long ago, and even now as of writing this, I’m really disappointed because she was legit my Favorite Artist in the whole Community in General, and I’m overall disgusted knowing the sh** she’s done. Because of this, I’m not going to be crediting/supporting her in any shape or form. Why is it that Artists that have the Cool/Cute Artstyles always have to be huge Sh**stains on this Planet…

Anyways… moving that Disappointing News (I had to drop it all in here), I’ll explain everything here since I intentionally crammed it all up in this Post (The reason being that I got lazy and didn’t want to do it in Separate Posts).

These are all Designs for the Afton Family (Vincent/Springtrap, Verretta, Terrance/Foxy, and Chris/Mike) and the Schmidt Family (Angelica Sherwood, Thomas Schmidt, Michael “Jack” Schmidt, and Mary Schmidt), as well as the RAT & CAT Actors/Monsters and Animatronics from FNAC and FNAF (Inhale) Charles O’Connor & Isaiah Magnus Nazarius (Yes, those are their actual Names. Charles is Irish and Isaiah is from a Catholic Family), David Audrey (He’s British. For further context, he was the Son of a well-known Ventriloquist), RAT & CAT, Vinnie, Monster Rat & Monster Cat, Monster Vinnie, Nightmare Freddy-Bonnie-Chica-Foxy-Marionette and Nightmare FredBear/Nightmare — Note: I didn’t do Designs for FredBear & SpringBonnie because… Well, I forgot on those guys. And I didn’t do a Nightmare Design for Mangle because I thought her “Withered” from would be more appropriate for that role with a little tweaking. —, The Whole Fazgang (In both Originals, Withered, Toys, and technically Phantom), and did I not mention Old Candy, Candy & Cindy, Diddy Ko- I MEAN Chester, Blank, and Pablo the Penguin from.. The Backyardigans (I’m sorry I had to). Oh and there’s Alexander, Jeremy, and Chris/Mike & Mary’s Daughter, Marylin Schmidt/Afton. — Plus the Missing Children/Teens or Mask Bullies. —

Now, to clarify on the Poses on all of them here, Verretta’s were also based on June from Little Einsteins, Chi-Chi, and End-of-Z & GT Bulma, with Chris/Mike’s obviously being Rebornica’s Mike, Mary’s being both Rebornica’s Doll & Twilight Sparkle, Michael’s being Shining Armor and Scott from Five Nights at Flirting (Yeah I said it. Probably my favorite FNAF Fangame besides both FNAC and Jolly/Jollibee), their Parents obviously being Twilight Velvet and Moonlight Sparkle- (INHALE).. Alexander just being your Average GoAnimate/Vyond Parent, Jeremy being like his Rebornica’s AU-self and Marylin just being a Shadow Fangirl (Who wouldn’t?)

Now as for the Animatronics? Well, Marionette does change a lot here. Her Nightmare version is heavily based on Slenderman — Hence the Tentacles (Which is ironic, given that I based Vinnie’s Design on KuneKune. — Context: KuneKune (Meaning, “Wriggling Body”) is basically the Original Japanese Version of Slenderman. However, he operates a bit differently. At first, he’ll often appear at the Distance of a Field (Or in the Ocean at times) as a White, Slender-Humanoid Twisting Figure. Sounds fine, doesn’t it? Well not really. Because if you either, Stare at the KuneKune for Too Long, or Let the KuneKune Come Near You, you’ll go insane forever. God forbid you even try to touch him, let alone approach him, because then the KuneKune will just straight up kill you), and the same thing’s with Chica and Springtrap. For Chica, she’s initially the whole PIIZZAAAAA Meme (It’s the same thing in my 2ND AU, but that’s not important right now). But in both her Toy & Withered Designs, Chica is meant to be a play on Sadako Yamamura from Ring (Or Samara Morgan from The Ring, as some of y’all might remember her as). For Mangle (Toy Foxy), she’s obviously based on Pucca & Pinkie Pie’s “Pinkamena Side”, and finally, Old Candy and Candy & Cindy were all based off of Team SSS (NOT MENTIONING THE OTHER S HERE) — You know, Sonic, Shadow, and Silver? —, with Blank and Chester being based off of Knuckles & Espio and Penguin being based on… Take a guess XD (Hint: He’s from The Backyardigans and he’s a Blue Penguin). — I just couldn’t resist doing the last one here 🤣🤣😅 —

Well… Hope y’all “enjoyed” my nonsensical rambling here! I may or may not start reworking my 2ND FNAF AU (It’s called “CURRENT AU” btw) after I’m done writing this, but that’ll have to wait for a while. — All that, combined with a little (Probably Controversial in terms of History and Politics) South Park/Transformers Fanfic-like Doujinshi I’ve Been Doing for 4 or 5 Years Now. But that’s a story for another day ;).

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Okay, either the scientist knew she was preggo or they just thought she was going through hormonal changes or whatever, there is NO WAY CROWLEY DOESNT KNOW THE HUMAN IS PREGGO.

Also, how much should I bet that Cater is just going to keep the whole world updated with every single DETAIL.

Oh, Lilia is going to have a FIELD DAY WHEN THE BABY IS BORN, same for Trein, he’s probably going to love it.

Referring to this fic snippet here:

Okay, to be fair, I forgot to mention that the events take place shortly after Yuu's arrival. Probably between chapter 2 and 3 given the timeline we have, which puts it at about...two, three weeks after the prologue and shortly after Riddle and Leona overblot.

As for the scientists/researchers, while logically speaking they would immediately jump at the chance to come to the island to start their studies, they first had to make sure these pictures circulating on Cater’s Magicam posts were legit first. Once it is established through a video or two that was posted, that's when they reach out to Crowley to make the arrangements!

And they actually arrive a week after the pregnancy announcement, so you can bet that they are very eager to get some studying done as quick as possible! 😂

As for the staff not realizing that fem!Yuu is pregnant, they are aware of what a pregnant monster's scent is like for sure. But because there hadn't been a human in centuries, even if Crowley was old enough to have been around humans, it's not like he remembers the scent off the top of his head! The staff would all essentially be like those confused cats and dogs trying to figure out what this strange bump is and why their human smells funny before instinctively feeling protective.

Can you just imagine Crowley building a nest for Yuu without realizing just *why* he was doing it in the first place? Or the blank stare he'd give the moment someone asked him like, "...why am I doing this??" and it only becomes clear shortly after the announcement, in which he tries to pretend he knew all along 😂

I'm also reminded of this one post where OP's cat had had multiple litters in the past and was so excited when OP got pregnant that the kitty kept trying to show her to the nest she made for OP's "kitten", and it was the sweetest thing I'd ever read 🥹

Anyway, you can bet your bottom madol that Cater will absolutely be keeping EVERYONE updated on Magicam throughout the whole process, and he is getting flooded with baby picture requests 🤣 It's also sweet how mothers come across the posts and try to offer advice that they'd learned on raising their kids, which is nice, though not all of the advice would really be practical based on species 😅 But at least they're sweet enough to offer that and words of encouragement! I can even see some inviting Yuu to a mother's support group meeting ;;v;;

You can also bet that Yuu will be receiving a lot of baby shower gifts and such from Cater’s followers. At least they don't have to worry about needing to buy diapers for a while! 🤣

Ooooooh yes, Lilia is going to be ecstatic to be able to hold and care for a baby again! He will offer to help watch over the little one (hadn't decided on a gender or name yet for the new baby) so Yuu can take a break, though don't worry about him trying to feed the baby his cooking. He learned and knows that milk is important for the baby, so he makes sure to have the bottles readily available even at Diasomnia~ (though Silver and the others make sure to keep an eye on him when it comes to feeding time just to be on the safe side)

Trein has already raised two daughters, and while he may not be interested in raising another, that's not to say he won't wind up spoiling the little human baby like any grandparent would! He'll also offer a shoulder for fem!Yuu to lean on and reassure her that she's doing a great job as a mother ;;v;;

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday

The last one I did may have been in September. 👀 Been a long time. Haven’t really been writing much fanfic. Stuck on different papers for school. I was tagged by @evolnoomym and she shared ideas so I will too! ❤️ @pr3ttynpiink also tagged me and looks to be cooking up some fun new fics. 🥰

I want to write something for Modern Din and Christmas to go in my series: This is the Neighborhood Din, but it will likely need a chapter between that to make sense. (Every so often I care about making sense). Also more Luke doing Jedi yoga on his lawn and Poe & Finn being boyfriends because I want it all!

I need to write a new chapter of Weddings 101 with Dieter. Kinda left on a cliffhanger and a lot happened in my mind that should be posted 🤣

There’s a little over a month until the DMAMC 2025 challenge is due, haven’t written anything. Actually forgot about it, but fear not! I’ll think of something. 👀 My character is Pero Tovar (I doomed myself by picking him 😭 like the level of difficulty). But maybe I’ll revisit a pairing I’ve done.

Random but working on a Baldur’s Gate 3 fic and bugging @perotovar (Erin beta read for me what I have so far), @megamindsecretlair reads the snippets I send her and @soft-persephone looks at the pics I send her and is honest 🤣🤣🤣). Everyone’s favorite moody (for many a legit reason) and murderous pale elf who’s a vampire Astarion and an OFC. Things that happened between these two: a lot of staring, mocking Gale (everyone’s favorite past time- he makes it easy but also the wizard is really nice insane like everyone else but nice), drying some hair, hugs and some tears. Lots of angst, fluff and comfort. Haven’t decided on smut yet, is likely but I’ll see how it reads.

Didn’t realize that A Safe Place for Us was up to chapter 7 on AO3 and only 5 on Tumblr 👀 My bad. I should be able to post one chapter on here before November ends. The formatting and graphics take me the longest. 🤓

I also have a secret Santa fic things I’m supposed to be working on for a discord group but I also have not started. 👀 Unsure of which direction it should go in. I’ll figure it out, eventually I think.

The first paragraph of chapter five of “A Safe Place for Us”:

Waking up to Dieter takes getting used to for Aisha. It’s not unwelcome, she’s just not used to someone clinging to her like he does. Every morning he stays at her apartment is one where he has his arm and head somewhere on her. Chest, stomach, thigh, back, ass one time because he enjoys scissoring her entrance wider and scooping his spend that drips out of her back in before pumping his fingers to stir his cum within her.

Yeah…chapter five is…a ride so to speak. 👀 Forgot we had a strong start.

I found a WIP that contains Marcus Pike angst:

His romantic relationships and come and gone just like yours but you always had each other. Though, you treated yours as ways to work off the need you felt for your friend. To distract yourself, even when you were with your other partners, you’d think of him during the throws of passion, even when having simple meals and they may chew too loudly. You loathed your behavior toward your partners and your friend, biting your lips to not utter his name while under someone else.

“Marcus…”

Is the only name you want to say but can’t.

Hmm….might be a good holiday one or something. 🤔

That’s the ideas for now. Always a lot and never finished. ✅ Would it be Nerdie if they were? 😎

Have a happy Thanksgiving, holiday, days off of work and stay safe!

NPT: @chaithetics @schnarfer @inept-the-magnificent @yopossum @djarinmuse @604to647 @secretelephanttattoo @magpiepills @maggiemayhemnj @murder-wife @sin-djarin @syd-djarin @morallyinept @westside-rot @tinytinymenace @sunshinehaze1 @soft-girl-musings @goodwithcheese @jolapeno @bluestar22x @clawdee @romanarose @beefrobeefcal @bitchesuntitled @bitchwitch1981

[tropicalcontinental]

This is so based in fact I spiraled out of these tags into an AU of an AU, crazy innit?

Here are the doodles I did based off these tags my ramblings will be below the read more lol

Okay, so in the whole AwesomeG and Zander AU (I have dubbed it the Finding Peace AU), AwesomeG and Zander both become entities/ghosts in the machine after their untimely deaths and travel through other minecraft instances to find Zander's unamed friend, beat Souler up for being an asshole, and find peace along the way.

But in the crossover AU which I shall dub uhhh Chasing Souls, AwesomeG ends up in quite the peculiar minecraft instance (its Smilerrrrrr's 💥💥💥 specifically the second world with the bigger green house)

AwesomeG kind of hangs about this kid, not really making their presence known. But, the kid seems a bit lonely. And something about the world that rubs AwesomeG the wrong way. They have taken the mantle to defend this world from anything malevolent. It sticks to them like mildew.

So they introduce themself! Through chat of course (I legit forgot Hungry can talk through chat and not just in-game text.) And AwesomeG hopes the kid doesn't freak out and log off. And while he does seem a bit put off, he replies back!

And so they kick it off! AwesomeG is always there to be by tia kid's side whenever he logs on. And while they can't meet face to face (weird ghost gore stuff happens when anyone looks at AwesomeG, and they don't want that to happen with their newest friend), they still have fun! Building together. Naming animals together. Just he and AwesomeG.

It probably escalates until their friend tells them about the wells. They're magical, kind of just like you AwesomeG!

And then it clicks. Is that what's been bugging them? The wells?

And then the water above his head becomes clear. Large, depressing droplets circling and wavering above his head. Looming. An omen.

And then AwesomeG tries to steer him away from this thing. From these wells that preys on his friend. Because friends care about each other. They defend each other, and help each other. Because that's what friends are for.

And their friend says that they don't go down the wells anymore. So it's in their favor. Everything will work out.

Then it happens. The bullies. And AwesomeG does what they do best;they haunt.

So like, the sting of betrayal is still here. Smiler still spirals, but slower in this AU. And like, AwesomeG mitigates the damage done to the world and lowkey traumatized some hooligans with their corpse but its whateverrrrrr.

And yet after everything clears, the mark on their friend had become larger. And larger, and heavier and heavier and heavier. And theres only so much a lone spector can do.

So their friend says farewell. And their friend becomes Smiler. And their friends asks them to stay like last time. That they can be together forever in the well. Now they're the same! And now they can play this game to gheir hearts content. And Smiler can even look at AwesomeG now, isn't that amazing? (Entities can perceive each other just fine I reckon.)

But AwesomeG says no. It shouldn't have come to this. And Smiler gets confused. Because weren't they friends? They are friends. But their leaving him behind. Saying no to being friends forever. What happened? What changed? Why did they change? Was it all a lie? Were they just like them?

So uh, since AwesomeG died before hearing the Call of the Well, they're able to resist it. Or perhaps it calls upon them about a peace so gentle they wouldn't have to worry about heaven. Or maybe AwesomeG's religious belief beats out false promises, idk.

So AwesomeG wanders again. Traversing these wells onto maps and empty worlds.

Until a new one opens up.

And they tell him to stop.

AwesomeG is to Chris is kinda like what Chris is to Andrew. In the whole guidance sense, not friendship. AwesomeG tries to push Chris away from the wells to prevent another Smiler, which they probably feel guilty for. But Smiler already knows.

Oh and AwesomeG meets Zander around, eh, Septmeber 2017? They travel through Gridworld now. Trying to find pieces of Zander's soul and his friend and trying to help Chris and keep Smiler at bay and.

And it's the same steps tread. And they try to stop and reach beyond the machine (if Hungry can infiltrate minds, so can AwesomeG but for good this time 💥💥💥) to get Chris on a level head but it's too much. Like last time. And they fail again, like last time.

So now it's Andrew to be the third. And AwesomeG is like a more stubborn Chris at this point, in terms of motivation at the beginning of the AG67 series. They want to keep Andrew oblivious, like full on Lethe Protocol, forget everything and never look back. And Chris of course changes throughout the series, but perhaps AwesomeG becomes a new obstacle, but like the opposite problem.

But since AwesomeG is just a kid, a very guilt ridden and scared kid in this AU, and since I drew them and Chris hugging, they reconcile :]

Oh and Zander is there chilling. And Souler gets beat up because I say so (literal random piece of off the rails AU headcanon but Souler cant claim Andrew's, Chris', or Smiler's souls because they're marked by the Call of the Well already. First come first serve or whatever)

Okay enough rambling bye bye

[copperbadge]

Man, guys, I am tired.

I try to get my cleaning tasks done in the morning for the same reason I used to run in the morning, because it's when I have the most energy, but before I did anything else I had to hit the grocery store. It's extremely legit to count both grocery shopping and cooking as "NaClYoHo" tasks if needed because they're part of self care, and you do better when you have good food around you and in you. Still, I never like to do it, because rarely are groceries an urgent emergency in chez Sam.

But it did take a good hour to get prepped, shop, check out, and haul it all home, by which time it was nearly 8:30 when I start work. And because I'm gone most of next week, I had a LOT to get done this week, so the only time I took during the day was to make myself some lunch. I did take the full half hour, even though all I had for lunch was toast and cheese, and spent the rest of the time doing at least a little work -- I made pesto while the bread toasted, then after eating I sewed some on the gift I'm making Mum for Christmas, and I realized that I'd left a shelving unit (which I had intended to hang months ago) on my workbench long enough that I forgot it shouldn't live there, so I moved it to a new place where I'll remember to hang it. I think I'm going to have to dedicate a solid day of cleaning just to assembling and installing it, since it's a little heavy and my walls are made of cement covered in essentially cardboard, neither of which are easy to hang stuff on.

I did check off "purge shoes" and "reorganize bags" but those took all of five minutes each, since the bags were pretty good already and after looking at my shoes the only ones I want to get rid of are the crocs, which I already arranged to give to a friend when I visit in December.

So I did do a lot, but not a lot is visible either in terms of ability to photograph or in terms of any actual changes in the home. But, well, that's why this is a system that allows for humanity within it; imagine being this tired and also feeling guilty about it.

Americans are coming up on Thanksgiving, a very stressful time, and all those who have been with us since November 1st are already more than two weeks in, so it's natural to be tired. Be kind to yourselves, and remember that the goal of all of this is to feel better, not worse. Even when you think you haven't done a lot, you've done what you can.

[ageless-aislynn]

Wrapping up my very first FemShep playthrough with a few observations!

I didn't realize that FemShep's romance scene with Kaidan before going after The Illusive Man has more to it than MaleShep's does!

#MaleShepShouldGetToSayHeLovesKaidanToo #AndGetToSitOnHisLapForReasons 😇😉

I know people often feel like Liara is constantly being forced in as Shepard's love interest, no matter who you're actually romancing, (and I'm not saying that's incorrect) but I honestly have such fondness for her that I don't mind. To me, Liara truly loves Shepard but while she shows it in ways like, you know, bringing her/him back from the dead, you also see it in little ways like this scene, where she's trying to give Shepard one last moment of peace before the final battle.

I always feel like Liara knew that this time, Shepard isn't coming back and there's no Cerberus or other magic in the entire galaxy strong enough to overcome that. This is it. This is Liara's last moment with the person she loves and I don't feel like she's over stepping any boundaries. She's not making a big declaration, she's not trying to kiss her or the like. She's just sharing this moment with her and I think that's very sweet. 💖

Anderson gives Shepard one last chance to rally her team, Liara, Garrus, Tali and, of course, Kaidan, who have been with her from the start. EDI who was there as an AI voice in ME2, then got her body in ME3 and James who's been with her from the start of ME3. But, of course, there's only one member who deserves the place of honor, right in the middle...

Sgt. Randall McRando.

Sooooooo, I, um, didn't go pick up Javik again. 😶 I MEANT to, I completely did, but I kept doing other missions first and then it was time to do the Shore Leave DLC and that felt like that would be super awkward to invite this guy they just literally met to a special party like that but would've been mean to exclude him so I just... Left him there. 😬He's fiiiiiine, though! At least it doesn't count him as dead like it'll do any of the ME2 squadmates if you don't visit them in 3. 😱

We never want to see Grunt's name on this wall ever again, m'kay? 😭

So without Javik, you get this random soldier standing in his place for some reason. Don't know why they couldn't have just left it empty?

Anyway, there were far worse repercussions. Or is that... Reaper-cussions?

Ahem. I'd checked my War Assets score and was well into the 7k but I forgot to check it one last time annnnnnd apparently I was just under the amount needed for the Destroy-but-Shep-takes-a-breath.

So Kaidan had to put our name on the wall because I got Shepard Super-Duper-Murder-Death-Killed! 😱😱😱

Which was not the ending I thought I'd get, yikes. And probably missing Javik was one of the reasons why my score came in just a bit too low. Oh well. I wanted my FemShep's first run to have at least a slightly hopeful ending but it is what it is.🤷‍♀️

Now I'll be heading back to ME1 yet again, this time with Shep hanging up her Infiltrator class (I enjoyed it) and trying out Engineer. We'll also be, ahem, trying out Garrus.

D'aww, Gare-bear! (Yes, I have completely 100% unironically blurted that out a few times. The first time was when he nearly got killed in his ME2 loyalty mission in my first playthrough. I legit gasped out, "Noooooo, Gare-bear!" 😱😭😂)

So that's my plan. Then we'll wrap things up with a Soldier FemShep and Liara romance. Annnnnd have an Absolute Cursed No-Import Playthrough of ME3 with MaleShep so I can romance Ashley without having had to choose to let Kaidan die in ME1. Since I already have done the Control ending among my preferred Destroy, I think for that playthrough I'll try Synthesis just so I can see it for myself. Then I'm still hoping to at least start Andromeda in June since my playthrough of it was in June, 2024. 😬

So I've got a lot more ME fun still to come! I actually did recently fit in a shorter game from my backlog but this post is already getting quite lorge so we'll talk about that another time. 😉

Love you all, friends, and I hope you're doing great! 🤗💖

[acotar-taylorsversion]

More Recent Thoughts and What Not

So, I've been thinking about Lucien a lot lately. I don't hate him, so don't come at me, but sometimes I just feel that there were a couple of reasons why Sarah made him Elain's mate. I'm an Elriel girly for life and nothing and no one but Sarah saying otherwise will convince me that they aren't endgame. That being said, I think that Sarah made him Elain's mate as 1) Elain and Az's "obstacle" and 2) a way for him to stay relevant so she could use him in the overall plot. I mean, think about it. Feysand and Nessian both had these "obstacles" that kept them from getting together right away and Elain's bond with Lucien is a big reason why Az hasn't pursued her or thought more about a future with Elain. Why would he get his hopes up if he doesn't know how Elain truly feels about Lucien? He said himself in the bonus chapter. Elain was more than willing to kiss and perhaps go further and Az said that they had never gone that far. AND HE NEVER ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT THEIR ALMOST KISS WAS A MISTAKE! HE FORCED HIMSELF TO SAY THAT BECAUSE RHYS WAS THERE AND WAS DEMANDING AZ TO STOP! Anyways, but yeah. And I know that Sarah orginally planned for Lucien and Nesta to get together but instead made Nesta end up with Cassian because of how perfect they were when she first wrote them in a scene together. But she needed a way for Lucien to be relevant to the plot, because let's be honest, I saw no place for Lucien after Feyre chose to stay in the night court. I actually forgot all about him until he showed and tried to take Feyre away. I think she always intended for Lucien to be involved with Vassa, but how would he have known about her if he didn't leave the Spring Court with Feyre because of Elain. Elain was the only reason he left with Feyre. Elain was the only reason Lucien didn't blow Feyre's cover the entire time she was back and I don't think that he would have been as close to her as he was if it weren't for the promise of offically meeting Elain. Even being Helion's son hasn't really done anything for the plot, yet. Do you guys see where I'm going with this? I don't know. LOL. The Eluciens might think I'm crazy!

And I want to say that Elain does not owe Lucien anything. Her silence is an answer in itself. I mean, she was about to kiss Az and do God knows what else with him in foyer of the river house while Lucien slept upstairs. She just doesn't care or doesn't care enough to consider him in moments like that. Clearly, time away from him does not affect her and he seems to be just fine away from her as well. Yes, he's being respectful by not pressuring her, but he can also take a hint. I don't think she'd be offended if he never got her a gift again until they both make the decision to accept the bond. And I don't see that happening. I just don't.

It's also suspicious how their bond was instantly recognized. Like feysand and nessian's bond took time to snap but Lucien instantly knew? And why can Az smell it and no one else can? Amren smelled feysand's but she's different and no body else could smell it until they accepted it. Elain and Lucien have not accepted it so what's going on there? Eluciens and gwynriels can call us crazy all they want to but we have legit questions. I still stand by my opinion about how Az acts more like Elain's mate than Lucien does.

Also, can I just say how much I hate all the hate the inner circle is getting on tik tok? Like, I'm sorry. I know we are all entitled to our own opinions but if you hate Feyre and Rhys so much that you create a 10 page slide show about how much they need to die and how horrible they are, then you don't deserve the series anymore. Why are you still reading it? Sarah has stated that Rhys is her favorite and feysand will always be the center of everything so they aren't going anywhere.

Same goes for all the Nesta and Cassian hate. Like wtf? NO. I will absolutely not put up with hate for either one of them for any reason. They are my favorite couple, like more than elriel and that's saying something. I waited years for their book and I am absolutely disgusted that people want her to break her bond and get with ERIS?! That is an insult to Cassian.

Let's see. What else? During my reread of Silver Flames, I realized that all the signs of Gwyn being a lightsinger or having some type of power are there from the moment we meet her. Both Nesta and Az and his shadows all react to her powers, which involve singing and music in some way. I noticed that she is always singing, too. I get the feeling that most of Gwyn's arc was not only proving to herself, but to everyone around her, that she's strong and capable. I think Az triggered something in her and she wanted to prove to him that she's not that girl that he saved anymore. You know? Also, when Nesta described her smile, it was said "Nesta couldn't explain the way she sensed that there was something else mixed into her. Some secret beneath that pretty face." This reminded me of the infamous quote of Az thinking of Gwyn's smile "a thing of secret, lovely beauty." Why are they associating secrets with Gwyn? I have so many questions and I need Sarah to explain ASAP. Like legit questions, someone explain it to me.

What do you guys think?

Now, I know that some gwynriels and eluciens might see this, and that's ok! I am open to discussions as long as they are civil, in the comment section or a message or an ask.