#I was a bit distracted from rl

[izzy-hands]

gay pirates season is upon us! i haven’t changed my url in literal years, so tagging some mutuals under the cut 💜 still tracking #useravia

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[pynkhues]

I'm so so sorry that your sister is having to deal with all that, and that you and your mom are too, and that your aunt is making things harder -- I get that it's partly her own trauma, but that still doesn't make it okay, and I'm sorry the system isn't fair and just makes things harder for survivors.

Thanks, anon. I can't lie, it's been a lot, but it's had its silver linings. My sister and I had actually had an ugly falling out about five years ago, and mm - weren't estranged exactly, but weren't on great terms, which we both now understand was partially fuelled by her ex deliberately isolating her as a part of his abuse.

This whole process has made us closer than I think we've ever been before in our lives, and I know that's something neither of us would trade for anything now. Honestly, it's also a relief that she's out of the marriage and his house, even if we're still trying to get the children out permanently (they currently are court ordered to spend five days a fortnight with him. My sister is going for full custody though which is what the trial's about in six weeks).

But yeah. My aunt means well, but she's currently adding to the pressure rather than sharing the load, I think. Our mum's planning on having a conversation with her, so we'll see what happens, I guess.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

3 weeks later

Unfortunately I still wasn’t feeling better, instead I got (even more) sick.

Two weeks ago I got a high fever and had pain when breathing. After seeing a Doc, I got antibiotics. Diganosis was: chronic asthma bronchtis. Some days later, despite antibiotics, my condition did not improve. I had a constant high fever for over a week. I was really broken. First these pains that have tormented me for weeks and now this! However, I got another antibiotic and actually had to stay in the hospital for some tests. Since the new antibiotic helped and the infection went away, my Baby and I were back at my parents' place. My Mom took the remaining 2 weeks off, to take care of me and my son. After that, Philip helped me with Lucas. 😌He picked us up and took us to his place.

P. worked from home this week. He looked after the kids, while I was studying for my exam. 🤯 Only 4 months left and I had to go back to work. Since I was on leave for the last 18 months, I could not go to class and had to prepare myself for the exam. But that was my own decision! I could have repeated the last year, but I didn’t want to.

Annabelle was so sweet! She had a lot of fun taking care of me. She made me tea with her Dad. And while I was lying on the couch, she constantly covered me, with several blankets!! 😄 I swear I had 5 blankets and a pillow on top of me. Spending time with Annabelle made me feel a bit better and distracted me from all my other probs. The little girl just made me smile. 🥰

While I was studying earlier, Bianca also droped by. Somehow I had the feeling, Bianca was annoyed with me? She wanted to be alone with Philip, which is understandable, but I talked to her about this yesterday. She didn’t mind Philip helping me. She was more upset about Nico. In her opinion, Nico only cares about himself and his soccer career. I have to admit, maybe Bianca was right. But I also think it still bothered her, when she saw me here again today. 😔

That’s why I asked Philip to drive me home. He was completely against it. He also told me that it’s easier for him when I’m here. Annabelle gets bored most of the time while he is working. But since Lucas and I are here, the little girl's in a much better mood. She enjoys taking care of me but also Lucas. For Annabelle it’s a nice change, like... a game. So I stayed.

Also Nico will come home soon, because I wanted to break up with him. 😭 Why I wanted to do this and what exactly happened, I’ll tell you next time.

Previous/Next

[veiled-luminosity]

look at me ! (aventurine)

more aventurine.. he has me in a chokehold someone help me. anyway, gn! reader, college au, sort of established rls, just fluff

mornings usually began with you unceremoniously dumping four tablespoons of chocolate milk powder into a mug, alone in your shared apartment. you'd sit at the table and wait for your aventurine to get back from whatever his morning activities were and back into your arms… usually.

to your shock, on this specific day, he was sitting one the couch, the violin case usually resting by his bed lay at his feet and opened. you bit the inside of your bottom lip, eyes jumping over his form. despite the obvious distraction, you were still able to continue with your usual routine of making hot chocolate. four heaping tablespoons dumped straight into a mug filled with hot water. you sipped your 'breakfast' quietly, observing how he plucked the violin's strings gently while his other hand gradually turned the knobs to tune the instrument. your gaze darted over to his face, looking at how his lips parted slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated.

your hands rested on either side of the mug, waiting to bring it up for you to drink from. the hot chocolate sat, almost untouched as you stared at him, thinking about how pretty he looked. how you just wanted to go up to him and tell him that he was perfect. you resisted the urge, however, your eyes never left him. you could've stared at him for an eternity and you wouldn't get bored.

"[name]? you've been staring at me for twenty minutes now. am i just that good looking?"

twenty minutes? you swore it had been three seconds. rubbing your eyes, you looked back at him.

"mhm. you're too pretty for your own good, you know that, right?"

you pushed yourself off your seat, letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. he set down the violin, placing it into its case. his arms were held open for you to fall into at any moment, he knew you too well.

the moment you were in his embrace, he laughed. you really needed to know how to keep a poker face.

"also, you're drooling… i know i'm pretty, but i didn't expect you to drool."

your ears turned red as you wiped the drool on your chin off.

damn that laugh. got you right into his arms like nothing.

[strawbrii-pyupyu]

FNAF x Yan sim AU (pls read before judging!!)

I've been seeing a LOT of ppl share their AU's here so lemme make a name for myself and do the same. Please note that this has NONE of the weird aspects the actual game has and all characters mentioned are around 15-16 unless said otherwise. Also I'm willing to answer suggestions/questions if you feel like smth is off or wrong abt the AU!

TW: Dark themes and elements!!

This au is literally just yan sim but with the ggy gang. So in this AU I made Amelia like the main character/ Ayano. And like ayano she has an obsession with finding the very person that makes her feel complete or aka Cassie. I also made Gregory/ GGY like info-chan since they're both hackers instead of him being locked away, he's actually active during it all.

I have thought of how every character/rival gets defeated, just know I had to add a lot of other characters from other books. The only character I own/made is Casey.

Ellis - Rejection

Kara - Drowning

Jace - Poisoning

Jessica - Gossiping/ manipulation

Casey - Matchmaking

Aiden - Framed/Arrested

Now the plot so far, Amelia receives messages from GGY asking to work together since she will need information if she wants to get rid of all her rivals. So she does and for 6 weeks, she finds different methods on getting rid of her rivals before prom night or the day she plans to ask out Cassie.

WEEK 1

First week, first rival. Ellis, one of Cassie’s friends

Amelia starts off by making Cassie reject Ellis. 

Monday: Tampering with food

Tuesday: Misplacing something

Wednesday: Replace gift

Thursday: Mess with plans

Friday: Tamper notes

After all this, Cassie ends up rejecting Ellis but they still end as friends.

WEEK 2

New week, new rival: Kara was our girl. Kara is a white, green-eyed, freckled face girl with messy, strawberry-blonde hair. She’s care-free and full of action. Often getting herself into danger and doing risky things. She can also be very snappy, sarcastic and sometimes just be mean. Amelia already thought about how she was gonna get rid of her. Kara loved water, a shame if the very thing she loved was the cause of her death. Amelia plans to drown her in the very thing she loves. Water.

WEEK 3

One week after another, and these rivals are still piling up. Jace is another one of those loner types even though he’s quite popular. He’s in the baking club and loves to offer others the treats he makes. Mostly Cassie, in order to impress her. What if something went… wrong with his food. Maybe, something so bad it was lethal.

WEEK 4

Another rival, another girl named Jessica. Jessica is more of the loner type. Long black hair, dark brown eyes, and pale skin. She’s often referred to as ‘zombie’ for how pale she is. She also used to be popular the year before and has a part-time job at a nearby hospital as a janitor. A popular to loser type case. Let’s rub a bit of salt in an already deep cut wound. Maybe a little push to drive her over edge. Amelia plans to Gossip about Jessica, maybe do something far worse.

WEEK 5

Another week goes by, another rival into the picture. This time an unexpected one: Casey. Casey has been extra clingy around Cassie since her other friend's disappearance, always finding ways to comfort his sister. He was everywhere, guarding her like a precious stone. He needs to be distracted in a way, long enough that he’s always around someone else. Good thing Amelia and Casey are friends. One thing Amelia knows is Casey has a crush on an upper-classman. If those two got together, chances are he’ll be more focused on his new relationship for a while. Match-making shall be his fate.

WEEK 6

One more week until Prom and yet someone still dares to ask out Cassie. Aiden, the bad-boy of the school. He’s all rough-n-tough, yet a big softie for a girl he admires. He’s often getting into fights and is constantly getting into trouble. Amelia plans to use that to her advantage and frame him for a few things. The best part is, they would all believe her.

I haven't rlly gone too deep abt this au but I rlly like how it's coming along

REMEMBER: I made this AU for shits and giggles I do *NOT* support the dev in anyway!! And yea bye bye now, and again feel free to give suggestions!!

Hey did I mention I made this a fanfic?? (only 2 chapters as of right now)

Let all give @mythotine a round of applause for helping me write this!!

ok anyways thank you for reading my yap session and hopefully, I can get to work on the designs. Buh-bye!!

~ 🍓 rotten/Brii

[alstroemeriadissonance]

Compartmentalize (NSFW)

A/N: Aaaa I've been gone for some time (was busy with doing my urban fantasy AU found here), and I haven't been active in my socials including Twitter...I hope I can muster the will to do housekeeping and updating links. RL stuff is just getting a bit too much these days...

NSFW. Dr. Vyn Richter navigates his emotions with the help of his trusty dictaphone. Or, Vyn gets his own bad end. Crossposted from AO3 here

[0:00 - 0:37]

Dr. Vyn Richter

Patient is neatly groomed. Mood and affect is moderately dysthymic. Speech is normal in rate, rhythm, and volume as sampled in this recording. He is moderately distracted, with thoughts that are slightly tangential. Insight and judgment is impaired, with a tendency for emotionally-driven decisions. He has persistent, intrusive thoughts of his limerent object for the past fourteen hours and twenty five minutes since waking up at nine this morning.

[0:37 - 0:50]

Dr. Vyn Richter

Thoughts of jealousy, stemming from mild obsessive behavior towards limerent object have been observed, leading to difficulty with focus and concentration causing two instances of critical lapse in decision making.

“You’re doing it again.” Marius snapped his fingers in front of Vyn’s face, only to have his hand slapped away.

“Stop that,” Vyn muttered, reaching for his cup of tea. “What was I doing again, pray tell?” He took a sip, then made a face once he found out it had long gone cold. Irritated, he slammed the cup back into its saucer, spilling amber liquid all over his documents piled on the glass conference table. “Fuck.”

“Zoning out. Focus, will you?” Marius groused as he closed the document folder in his hands. It was obvious to him that Vyn couldn’t crunch data off the top of his head in his current state of mind. “I don’t like staying here past seven either, but we’ve got a job to do.” He tossed the folder onto the table and reached out for his tablet. “How about you take a quick look at this instead—”

The door to the files room opened, but Marius did not take notice; he was busy flipping through the documents on his tablet to look for the one he needed feedback on. “Vyn—ah, damnit.” 

Vyn wasn’t zoning out yet again, but Marius thought what he did was way worse: the doctor’s hawkish gaze was trained at the recently opened door, or more specifically, the couple who had emerged from the files room: Luke and Rosa. 

Marius, with his gift for observation that was mostly used in his art endeavors, easily picked out how the doctor’s fingernails dug into his thighs. He was sure that Vyn would bleed it if it weren’t for the sturdy fabric of his khakis. “Vyn?” No response; the doctor was already burning holes onto the backs of his colleagues, both too preoccupied with their light-hearted bantering over their smartphones to notice Vyn’s all-too bitter glaring.

[0:50 - 0:59]

Dr. Vyn Richter

I am looking in the mirror, my rose. Beholding the just deserts of our stubbornness. It is a tragedy that we have to hide the truth about ourselves, what we feel for each other, this beautiful thing that we have nurtured together.

Oh boy. Marius gave up and grabbed his bag to stuff his things, resigned that he would have to wait till their next meeting to get something pertinent out of his usually fastidious tutor. Whatever.

Luke was mumbling something as he hunched over Rosa’s shoulder, pointing at whatever was displayed on her screen. They seemed a little too intimate for work colleagues; Luke pulled Rosa closer to him, his arm wrapped around her as he fiddled with her phone’s display. 

[1:05 - 1:13]

Dr. Vyn Richter

Try as we might to separate our personal lives from the professional, the world is trying to take advantage of the consideration that we allow them at the expense of our own needs and desires, Rosa, do you not see it? 

Marius wasn’t surprised to see Vyn finally flipping his lid when Luke whispered something to her ear, his lips dangerously close to her face as if he was kissing her cheek.

“Luke, Rosa,” the doctor began, his voice controlled yet loud enough to easily fill the entirety of the sizable conference room. “If you could please keep your voices down. Marius and I are trying to do work here.” 

No we aren’t, because someone here is stewing in his jelly juices, Marius thought to himself. He would have said it out loud, but he did not feel like getting in the crosshairs of his tutor’s ire at the moment. 

“I have no qualms about any of us pursuing personal relationships, but if you could please exercise enough restraint to keep your flirting outside of working hours?” Vyn, despite his flat, emotionless tone, wasn’t giving any quarter. “I did not sign up for this circus.”

Marius threw the doctor a look that said Are you fucking serious? and nervously shifted his sights towards Luke and Rosa. As he expected, Luke was positively incensed, and Rosa was nothing but downright mortified.

“If you’ve got more to say about me and her catching up, why don’t we take this outside?” Luke nudged Rosa to stand behind him, but she didn’t budge; she remained rooted on the spot, her face red with embarrassment. 

“That is not necessary,” Vyn said, his voice clipped. “I am done here. You two can carry on with your business. I care not.”

Marius merely watched as Vyn stiffly gathered his things to leave the conference room; held his breath in anticipation when the doctor had to pass Luke to get to the door—only to be grossly disappointed when they merely stared each other down.

“I bid you a good evening, Rosa,” Vyn said quietly, his eyes never leaving Luke as he addressed her. “Enjoy your time together.”

[1:14 - 1:21]

Dr. Vyn Richter

Do you not see how much it tears me apart?

Later that night.

He drove his head deeper into his pillows, relishing the warmth and wetness of her mouth wrapped around his cock. He let out a moan as she did her best to deepthroat him; he had told her that she didn’t need to, yet Rosa was adamant to try pleasuring him. 

Perhaps as a way to make up for what happened back in the headquarters.

The earnestness of her efforts alone was enough to send him almost weeping in his own bed, a mere few minutes until midnight, way past his routine bedtime. But he did not care; sticking to a healthy routine was important if he were to maintain his mental acuity, yet at that moment nothing mattered to the doctor than feeling his lover’s hot, wet tongue swirling around his tip, and how her small lips were stretched to accommodate his girth as much as she could. His head spun in pleasure; the thick thread of precum leaking into her sucking mouth betrayed just how much he had waited for relief.

The muscles of his inner thighs tightened; he was getting near. His fingers twitched and sought her auburn tresses, unsure where they needed to be in his sudden bout of kindness, only for his care and restraint to be undone as she started sucking in earnest; her hand wrapped around the rest of his shaft and jerking off what her mouth couldn’t fit. Shuddering breaths quickly turned to needy gasps as he grabbed fistfuls of her hair, and begged for her to let him come—

But she only stopped and drew back, his still rock-hard cock slipping out of her lips.

Vyn almost wept in abject frustration. “Rosa, I—” His strangled voice told a little too much of just how much of his control was lost, only for him to be thwarted at the last minute. “...Why?”

“You didn’t have to antagonize him,” Rosa muttered, wiping the mixture of spit and precum off her lips with the back of her hand. “He was just showing me the videos he took from his last assignment.” Her olive eyes were clouded with such a mixture of emotions that Vyn couldn’t discern, not when he was too vexed after being deprived of release all too suddenly. 

Was it anger? Resentment? Regret? 

In the end he decided that none of those mattered, and he roughly pulled Rosa closer to him for a lingering kiss that told of his simmering desire for her, long ignored and neglected during the daytime. “I do not like how he holds you as if you were his possession,” he murmured against her lips, his arms snaking possessively around her sweat-slickened body. “Only I have the right to do so, Rosa. My love.” 

[1:25 - 1:37]

Dr. Vyn Richter

Only I should see your smile. Only I should hear you speak, in that sweet voice only your lover should hear. Only I should feel you. Around me. In me. Your intoxicating scent as we make love, only I should know of it. 

“I keep on telling you, we were only—ah—” Her protests died in her throat as Vyn pushed her down onto the mattress. “This wouldn't even be a problem if we'd only admit to our rela—” 

“Sssh.” Once again Vyn interrupted her from voicing out her grievance, this time with his slender finger across her grumbling lips. “We have already talked about this, pet.” He spared her from his usual vague platitudes about keeping things professional. Now wasn’t the time. The indignation he had to go through a few moments ago was still swimming in his bloodstream, but the need to sate his hunger was paramount. 

He spread her thighs open, and a dark chuckle rose from his throat. Despite her misgivings aimed at him the lurid sight of her wet and swollen flesh between her thighs betrayed just how much she was indeed his. 

She throbbed for him, and not for whoever she was with during the daytime, certainly not her childhood friend, try as hard as Luke might to worm his way into her heart by taking advantage of their shared memories. 

Memories that will be easily edged out by the lifetime of midnights shared only between the doctor and his precious rose. 

He could feel his dick harden even more at the thought.

His blood sang in triumph. 

“I will now take what is rightfully mine,” he whispered, licking his lips as he pushed her thighs further apart.

[1:40 - 1:59]

Dr. Vyn Richter

I knew my obsession with you was far too dangerous to allow unimpeded, but still I happily indulged in it, devoting my time and energy to your altar. You made me realize how much of a hypocrite I am, that I am no better than any man, just another someone who would squander everything in pursuit of that one woman. 

His bedroom was filled with nothing but shared sighs and ragged moans as he sank deep into her, inch by delicious inch, into her hole. He threw his head back, closing his eyes as he relished the heat inside her cunt grasp his cock perfectly as if it was made for him. Yes. For him only, she was his alone, of that there was never any doubt. They fit perfectly, both of them pieces of a puzzle they did not know they needed to solve until their first touch. Vyn knew there was no one else made for him. He was going to make her his, in every sense of the word, but that was for later.

“Sing for me, Rosa,” he murmured, hands sliding down to her thighs and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I want to hear your voice. Tell me you are mine,” he demanded, his voice a touch too needy for his liking. It was difficult to grasp what little composure he had left with how good her hot cunt felt around him. 

With a snap of his hips he bottomed out inside her; her moans of pleasure music to his ears as he started moving. 

“Vyn, Vyn, I—nngh—” There was no hope for Rosa to come up with coherent words, not with how she helplessly clung to his shoulders, her legs greedily pulling his hips back to hers in time with his hard, deep thrusts. “Yours, I’m…ahh—” Tears pricked the edges of her eyes, to his utter, unhinged delight; a sinister laugh rose from his lips the moment he felt her fingernails drag across the skin of his back, no doubt drawing blood. That is fine, he thought as he hissed in the pain and licked his lips, his darkened gaze locking onto her unfocused olive stare that told of just how far gone she was in her head, focusing on the climax steadily building as he pounded into her, over and over. 

“I need to…come. Please,” she managed to whisper, her weakened voice almost inaudible as he kept on rutting into her mercilessly. “Please, Vyn,” she whimpered, one of her hands letting go of his shoulder to reach down between her bodies. 

He was going to let herself reach her precipice first, but the feel of her hand desperately rubbing her clit—her knuckle grazing his cock as he kept on fucking her the way God intended him to do her—pushed him past the point of no return. With a loud, guttural moan he burst his hot seed inside her. 

She is like a drug, he decided as he slumped over her body, fully spent; and as she came, her cunt milking him for all he was worth with each orgasmic spasm, he knew that his spiraling obsession for her would lead him to nowhere but the abyss, and there was no hope for him to turn back and save himself. 

[2:05 - 2:12]

Dr. Vyn Richter

It is unfortunate that you know this side of me, my love. And I cannot afford to let others know of how much of my control I lose over you.

At exactly one in the morning she was already fully dressed, her smartphone in her hand as she booked for a taxi to come pick her up from Vyn’s place.

“Rosa, being out alone at this hour is unwise,” Vyn said, still naked on his bed. “At the very least please give me a few minutes to dress myself and I will drive you home.” 

He wanted to tell her that he’d rather she stay the night, for her to sleep beside him, but many things have already been said between them; it was much too late for him to renege on what they have already agreed upon, in the interests of compartmentalizing their romantic entanglement away from their professional lives and, in Vyn’s case, duty of his birthright.

And so all he could do was slip on his robe and see her out his door.

[2:23 - 2:52]

Dr. Vyn Richter

I will now come out and say it: You own me, my beloved. Me, and everything it entails. You own my thoughts, and my feelings. I cannot help it, your ownership of me is etched into my very being. You must bear responsibility for this, my rose. I place my fate into your hands.

“I will miss you, Rosa of my heart,” Vyn solemnly said, reaching out to her with the intent of holding her hand. 

His fingers could only brush the back of her hand as she drew back and away from his grasp. 

“I know,” was all she said before she stepped out through the door.

[2:52 - 3:01]

Dr. Vyn Richter

But the world is not yet ready to know this. Not yet.

They passed by each other the following morning, when he took it upon himself to personally deliver subpoenaed documents for a high profile case Themis Law was currently working on. 

Vyn, on his way to Artem’s office, went past the pantry where he saw Rosa poring over documents spread out over the table with a mug of coffee in her hand.

He was about to approach her and say hello but Artem beat him to it, pulling a chair beside her. Vyn could only look on as the senior attorney huddled closer to his junior, going over the specifics of whatever the documents contained, sharing a laughter or two during their impromptu meeting in the pantry.

He could only watch as Celestine approached the two, loudly calling Rosa ‘Ms. Wing’ in jest, and tasked both attorneys to attend a business function together in her stead. An out of town business trip. Easily two or three days, out in the country together. 

I have intruded on her business enough. The doctor pivoted on his heel and strode over to Kiki’s cubicle instead. “Hello, Miss Kiki,” he said in his bright voice usually reserved for the most reticent of patients. “Wing seems to be preoccupied at the moment.” He handed her the folder, along with his favorite green striped pen for her to sign the receipt slip with. “Would you be a dear and receive these documents for me?” 

The bespectacled intern was quite surprised to see him, and her cheeks bloomed easily in his presence, ducking her head as she clumsily signed her name at the bottom of the receipt. It did not take her a minute before she handed him back his pen and the signed receipt. 

Vyn let their fingers brush against each other as he accepted the items. “Thank you.”

“Y-you’re welcome, Dr. Richter,” Kiki chirped, then surreptitiously hid her furious blush behind the documents folder. 

He briefly wondered how easily it would be to bed the pretty, yet painfully shy intern, to fill the gaps of his immensely lonely nights, but shoved it out of his mind just as quickly. 

Nobody deserves to be hurt by petty jealousies, and people who manipulate others with the promise of love are nothing but despicable. He knew this very well.

His heart hurt.

Left with no reason for him to linger, his business finally done, Vyn decided to retreat into the comfort and semblance of control that his research center afforded him.

Yet before he could step into the elevator to leave the premises, Rosa emerged from the pantry and brushed past him, Artem in tow. 

Their eyes briefly met, only for her to look away and place her hand on her boss’s arm, to Artem’s obvious surprise.

Vyn merely pursed his lips.

“Wing, I left the documents with Kiki,” was all the doctor said, after giving them a curt nod. “Have a good day. I shall take my leave now.”

[0:00 - 2:19]

Dr. Vyn Richter

The patient is appropriately dressed but disheveled. He would describe his mood as ‘within limits’. His thought process lacks flow. It has been sixteen hours and seventeen minutes since waking up at nine this morning, and thoughts of jealousy have consumed his sensorium. I am nothing without you, my rose, and I…

[The recording is cut off here. Faint sound of glass shattering could be heard in the background]

[dandelion-wings]

A fight gone awry traps Jean and Kaeya beneath a rockfall in the depths of Brightcrown Canyon. Kaeya's attempt to distract Jean from the severity of her injuries turns into a discussion of her relationship with Barbara as she considers her regrets. Meanwhile, Diluc and Barbara, searching for their missing siblings, have a similar discussion of their own.

I am DONE poking at the Brightcrown Canyon fic, which means it is time to put it up! I'll probably post a chapter a day, or every two days if RL gets unexpectedly hectic; this one and the next one are largely set-up, but then we get into the REALLY fun bits (suffering). :> Please enjoy!

[ecoustsaintmein]

random thoughts on nye:

i'm just reminiscing my tatort journey -- to think that i randomly came across spatort on my dash in 2020 and thinking, hey, that dude looks like adam lallana (who was, at the time, a liverpool fc player). -- it was a gifset of leo, btw.

and then cut to end of 2024 when i'm a bit too unhealthily obsessed with tatort stuttgart.

my german wasn't even existent apart from a few rammstein songs.

and yes, i, like other spatort fans, cheered and celebrated when every time an episode aired, it trended on tumblr, each year.

i think it was after 'die Nacht der Kommissare' that stuttgart was truly on my radar because of the 'ich liebe dich' incident, though i watched the episode (with my poor german at that time) and i understood...5% of it.

so which episode changed the game? -- it was vergebung. this was also after watching episodes of polizeiruf 110 with vincent ross and tatort berlin (das opfer) and münster and so yes, my world has widened a bit more. then i got distracted by other stuff.

my interest peaked again after zerrissen aired, and afterwards got distracted again, by other things (masters of the air! deadpool! person of interest! fallout!). i don't even remember how i picked it up again in october this year -- it was probably some parallel stuff i recognized from person of interest + stuttgart despite them being completely different shows?

anyway. i'm glad i did. in my head, i'm excusing this current obsession by telling myself that:

a) at least it's a way to improve my german

b) at least it's a way for me to learn about other cultures and differences between each regions in germany (having been borne in an asian country and currently living in the UK)

c) re: the above, also critically examining the fact that what was portrayed in TV shows aren't necessarily what germany is like, and also critically examining the plot(holes) of each episode

d) i'm writing more now. and making more art. and making crappy gifs again!

e) it sort of reignited my long lost hyperfocus on cars. because of stuttgart's automotive history. mercedes. porsche. etc.

f) unrelated to stuttgart, but more about münchen: yes, i used to watch bundesliga obsessively, many years ago. i didn't realize that joshua kimmich was in a few episodes.

Plus: my rl friends who were vaguely aware of my interest in tatort stuttgart thought that i only started watching it because felix klare looks like pedro pascal. Alas, that may be a small part of it. I love Felix as Sebastian and Richy as Thorsten equally, but Thorsten's characterisation speaks to my heart immensely.

[delilahdadirtydork]

Writing tip list.

I'm gonna put in a list of tips that I want share with my fellow writers. These are some things that has helped me in the past and while I sometimes struggle & forget to do them myself, they do work & have been a huge help for me.

Have you done any form of self care today? You are the writer and a real person, who needs to take care of yourself, the story can wait 5 mins for you drink some tea, brush your teeth or have a snack.

Is there some other feelings from some RL stress you need to work through? Follow advice 1 then, give yourself an emotional break too. Go have a cry if you need to, find something happy to focus on for a while. Writing like everything else doesn't work when you are strained.

Set a timer of 15 mins for that story, then do something else for 15 mins. Even if you make no progress, you'll have felt like you made a genuine attempt and took a break to let your mind relax (I'm trying to get into a better habit of it myself actually) This helps with multiple projects too, new ones won't feel like a distraction & old ones won't hold you hostage.

Make a list called "Your Stories Needs." Don't use the phrase "problems". Yes your story will be very needy at times, but think positively, ask "What does your story need to make it better?" Addressing that way can help mentally find what piece you need.

List Small writing victories. Even if you are just counting how many new words you added, keep track of your small bits of progress. Every baby step in the planning to research to finding your stories needs is a part of the writing process. Learn that just because you didn't write 20 paragraphs today, doesn't mean you didn't make progress. Genuinely & literally count your blessings even if it means "i got up today."

Write and highlight small things of what you know want to have happen even if you don't know exactly in detail what will happen yet. Basically put in copied parts of your notes into the story as place holders.

In notes, Ballpark your chapters for how long you think it will be. Then make 2 Chapter indexes. Index 1 will have just the title of those chapters (or a special key word if you just want to use numbers). Index 2 will have a brief description of what you want to have in that chapter including important notes. Have ChX entries for ideas that you want have in the story but don't know where & when they will happen yet.

[thaliatimsh]

hiiii can i get 5, 10, 11, 16, 17, 19, 25 for the fic writer asks :>

HOHOHOOHO thamk you for asking sorry it took me a hot minute to get back on my laptop:

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

LOL i love how everyone has asked me this do i come off as so bitter? i sure do lol. anyway another peeve of mine is really naff ~foriegn language~ bits esp. as like. rubbish sexy talk. people making a character go oooh ma petite chou-fleur in the heat of the moment shfgdjshds fuck off

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

this is a tough one! when i go hunting for fics i normally start w my Fave Character Tags (... treavor pendleton, george hodgson ao3 pages saved to my phone bookmarks smhhhh). probably dishonored fic is my fave to read actually? bc people do so much fun stuff with The World :^)

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

normally they come from a spoken line in the text of the fic! or sometimes a bit of description... or something from the canon. like the working title for a different kind of man was "stained glass". the fics in the takes two to quarrel series were all named for lines in the fics, except for imperfect life which i lifted directly from canon text (and the series was named for a line in imperfect life)

nlwib's name comes from that one line of wallace's in game thats like - "I must prepare the mourning garments. His lordship has never looked well in black.". i often think that if i was gonna do a cleanup re-write i would just call it in black, but i did start posting it nearly eleven years ago and my Style has evolved since then lol

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

HFJSDKFHKS SEE MYSTERY MAN PART 2 in which I accidentally uncovered the history of one of the rl officers of the franklin expedition and have since seen real life Scholars talk abt things that were literally lost to history until i connected a bunch of dots on accident while trying to find out what early 19thc. eton was like. for a fanned fiction. me @ franklin scholars: get on my level wankers lol

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

TOO OBSESSIVELY and it never ends well. i am trying to hold back on this bc. drac your fics are too niche your majesty they'll kill your self-esteem your majesty. never 4 get that the only comment i got on nlwib chapter 15 was "shame it wasnt gay" :/

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?

i don't really Edit edit? things come and go as i write, then i'll get a version i like and probably give it a once-over in the ao3 preview to look for typos.

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

i don't really listen to music while i'm writing bc i get too distracted! either by lyrics or A Good Bit in instrumental music lol. but sometimes I'll play a single song on repeat through the entire thing like a deranged animal. i think the last nlwib chapter was written to Paris 1919 by John Cale on repeat for abt 40 hours lmao

this is the questions btw

[dionysed]

i might take a break from roleplaying as a whole for a bit (a week? two? more?) or wont be as active in roleplay chats and such unless theres a pending thread to answer or my inner muses REALLY need to reply to something. i keep feeling very unmotivated, or discouraged and distracted due to rl life things keeping me busy and such, and the only time of day i can actually sit down and write is very late at night when most people are already asleep or i feel exhausted to do anything AUGH im so sorry, i think i just need to find a new rythm to fall into that incorporates both things and doesnt end up w me feeling sad

most posts or reblogs you see on my accs are queued these days from the night before and such but i really dont feel as inspired anymore and even keep feeling guilty about a whole lot of things, so i'm taking a break to sort things out if possible! if you have me on discord you can dm me about stuff of course, be it characters or completely unrelated things from rp

[sonicasura]

Good to know. It was nice to share with you again Sonic, specially with my newest au. Though I'm going on a small break with au building soon, once my summer vacation rolls in. I want to take some time and relax.

Beside, I thought you needed a bit of a distractions given whats going on in rl right now. Things are a mess and I find working on the aus helps keeping my sanity intact. Heaven knows we all need a break form all the bullshit thats happening.

But I guess this is goodbye for now. I hope to share some of my Tentacle au before summer break. I'll have hopefully both the story and the update on how Kafka managed to raise a kaijufied siren baby mostly by himself.

I just got done moving and need to unpack all my stuff. This was a pleasant way to distract myself from the stress of that.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

A few days later, after finally being at the doctor to find out what was wrong with me, Philip suddenly came by. I didn’t expect him! I was surprised about his visit.

Me: Where’s Annabelle? Is everything okay, P.?

Philip: Annabelle's in day care. I've just come from there. And well, I have the whole week off, nothing to do, so I wanted to check on you and this little man here. But I texted you, A.!

Me: Hm?🤔 ... Anyway, let’s sit down.

Philip: What did your Doc say? Nico told me you’re not well.

Me: Okay, I got it now! So you’re here because Nico asked you to. 🤨Nice, that he talks to you.

Philip: C'mon, A.! What's wrong? I’m here bcs I care about you, we’re friends! And why don’t you pick up when he calls?

Me: I miss him so terribly and feel lonely.😞I suggested to visit him, but he said no! I don’t understand why he doesn’t want me with him? So I got mad. And now he sends you to me to control me. Like he used to.

Philip: He’s just worried. Besides, you’re distracting him. There is a lot at stake for him rn. It's not only about his physical performance, he must also remain mentally focused. That’s why he wants to be alone. His coach demands it from him! Anyway, now tell me what your Doc said.

Me: My knee seems to be inflamed, and also my other joints are causing probs. The doctor doesn’t know why I have this? I got anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers. My leukos are still elevated, but unchanged, so I don’t have to worry about it, they said.

Philip: Since I have the whole week off, I’m either staying here with you or you and Lucas come to Annabelle and me? You need to rest and get well!!

Me: Not necessary. My parents are working, but they have the weekend off, they will help me with L.

Philip: But until the weekend comes, I’ll help you! This is going to be so fun for the kids. The two could sleep in Annabelle’s room, I even have a baby sleeping bag for Lucas.

Me: That so sweet of you... But seriously now, P.! Where should I sleep and what about Bianca?

Philip: B. has her own place! You can sleep in my bed, I don’t mind.

Me: I can’t sleep with you in the same bed, that would be pretty weird. 😬

Philip: If N. doesn’t mind, why should I? 😉 But don’t worry, I’d sleep on my big comfy couch.

Me: I want to clear this with Bianca first. Anyway, let's see.

A bit later, I took my painkillers and lay down briefly, while Philip played with Lucas. My little one wouldn’t let Philip go, he followed him all the time. He likes him sm. Philip didn’t want to disappoint my son, so he took him with him. They went to pick up Annabell from daycare and came back to me later.

As for P’s suggestion that we should stay at his place, I had a bad feeling about it, so I turned it down. Nevertheless, we will still spend a lot of time together.

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[ghostfaceinamerato]

I think i can officially call myself a member of locktober 🥰

I don't think I've talked much about my rl kink here because this is mostly a blog for fantasies I only engage in as such

But i am in a somewhat open/polyam relationship with another switch who is conveniently mostly a dom

Part of that is i am in fact happily free use, and though my partner isn't particularly interested in my chastity kink (god forbid anything keep that dog away from his favorite holes) he is perfectly happy to indulge in me not cumming as long as I stay free use

Well tonight was a wild ride 🥴

Went to bed around 2 am after lots of edging, a bit drunk, extremely horny, fantasizing about being destroyed by my favorite weirdos and freaks, drifted off to said fantasies with a pillow between my legs~

Woke up barely two hours later with my partner slowly but forcefully burying himself in my ass and spent the next while getting used like a good little cum dump while he edged me and I begged desperately not to cum 🥴🥴 and somehow I managed not to and know I'm just gonna get achier and needier the longer this month goes on

Did I mention i happened to schedule a vacation for the whole last week of the month so I won't even have work to distract me....

[wonda-ch]

For Tishlia: Pragma 3 (partially because I'd like to know more your Kingmaker Queen too 😀) and Philautia 1, + one of your choice? 💕

For the Love Promts

Pragma 3. Are your OC's parents still together? To what degree do they look to their own parents as a model for their own ideal relationship?

Tristian and Elwyse never separated. They were loving parents and used their own differences very well to always be there for their daughter at the right moment. Tishlia is very similar to her mother in character, which leads to a lot of friction. She had a much more harmonious relationship with her father. Tishlia did not understand her parents' relationship when she was young, she always had the feeling that her parents' life was quite boring and that her mother had given up all adventurousness and her fighting spirit for her husband and the kingdom. She definitely did not want to become like her mother and therefore started rebelling against the life that was meant for her at an early age.

Another issue of contention was her parents' faith. Her mother became more and more affiliated with Saranrea over time, which Tishlia didn't really understand. Sarenrea's influence on her family was always a thorn in her side, especially because she was always told she was a gift from the goddesses. But she never wanted to be someone's gift, she just wanted to be herself and free of such stories with expectations pinned on her. When a 'brother' was put in front of her, a young deva who was supposed to learn in her family how mortal relationships work, she was finally convinced that Sarenrae thought her family was nothing but a funny experiment. Accordingly, her anger grew at all the gods who thought they could interfere directly in the lives of mortals. (Didn't make it easy for Iomedae).

As much as she loved her parents, Tishlia did not consider their marriage or their life's work as something worth striving for and was always intent on going her own way. This, however, made her more like her mother than anything else.

It was only many years later that Tishlia found out what exactly it all meant and what was behind all her parents' decisions. It was then that she first felt she really understood them and had a chance to make peace with it. The consistency of her parents' relationship became her role model, because she had to acknowledge without envy that they were always several years ahead of her and Daeran.

Philautia 1 - Does your OC have a healthy sense of his own worth and value? Or do they see themselves as falling short of their original potential? Perhaps they are convinced of their own sinful or inadequate nature?

This is a difficult question. Tishlia has a lot of confidence, but it always cracks when she feels the burden of responsibility. She has found ways to deal with it and conserve her energy, but even when things are going well, she considers herself unfit for the responsibility. She works much better as part of a team, and when she can count on the support of those closest to her, she is at her best.

In everything else, she knows her worth and trusts her knowledge, skills, and strength completely. In battle, she tends to overestimate herself and lacks the fear of pain. She takes advantage of having a capable healer at her back who won't let her out of his sight.

In her younger years, she often went too far and tried many things. This often got her into trouble. But it also helped her learn a lot about herself. She realizes her occasional desire for fun and sinfulness, and accepts this part of herself unconditionally. She knows her limits, but is willing to push them from time to time.

Ludus 4 - Who was your OC's first crush? How do they feel about it now?

There was just one time when Lia was a little in love, before she went off on to Kenabres. Her parents had convinced a winegrower to grow the region's first wine near the town. Lia was more than fascinated by this craft, and she was often found at the winegrower's farm. The man was delighted by the princess's enthusiasm, as she learned quickly and was always eager to help. It was not until the winery was built ready and the first harvest was a success that some of his family joined him. Among them was Nathan, the winemaker's son, who was Lia's age. Nathan was smart, funny, open-minded, and Lia began to dream a little of a life as a winemaker.

Before the little flirtation could become more serious, Nathan disappeared. An unknown sponsor had fulfilled Nathan's biggest, unreachable dream and sent him to the Acadamae in Korvosa. It was only a year later that Tishlia found out by chance that one of her friends was responsible, and she learned too late of his jealousy.

[dracimexidae]

Ok uhm, so, quick question, what am I supposed to do now that I finished reading Blast, and I'm left with both a sense of excited anticipation and intense concern at the same time about what will happen next?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COPE WITH ALL THESE FEELINGS I HAVE UNTIL (HOPEFULLY) THE NEXT NUMBER COMES OUT??!! 😭