#I’ve discovered the block button

[avese23]

Gremlin hours and the creature inside wants to gaslight white people on the internet

[sweetreasures]

our little star

pornstar!mingi x pornstar!reader

director!hongjoong, implied seonghwa x reader, casting/filming, tears mention (no dacryphilia), unprotected sex, creampie, petnames (mingi loves calling reader doll, babydoll, etc)

[minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked]

masterlist \\ read part two (in action, seonghwa x reader)

mingi led hongjoong into the studio by the forearm, rambling excitedly about this new talent he’s discovered who is going to take his art to the next level. hongjoong wasn’t exactly in the market to acquire anyone new, much less someone as inexperienced in the industry as you. no, no, he fought back against mingi’s insistence. it would be too hard to break in a new performer at the moment.

but mingi assured his friend (and boss) that you were different. he’d seen you in action, spotting your profile on a website and scrolling through the videos as if studying a portfolio. your equipment was lacking, and the camera quality needed some work, but what mingi noticed first was how earnest you were. the scenes you performed with your partners—no matter the subject—were filled with passion. conviction. you believed in it, and mingi immediately recognized you as one of them. an artist.

you arrived an half hour earlier, wanting to gain your bearings before being presented with whatever business opportunity awaited you. seonghwa met you at the door.

“of course,” seonghwa replied following your brief self introduction. he seemed kind, reliable, and had already set off at work to make you more comfortable.

“what do you do around here…seonghwa?”

he gestured vaguely at the makeshift office surrounding you two. “behind the scenes stuff.”

you expected this answer the least. seonghwa was probably the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life, and you were baffled as to how khj studios bagged someone like him when he could very easily be a mainstream celebrity. and then he tells you he’s only there to do paperwork?!

“i’ve known hongjoong forever. he said i was the only person he trusted with his money,” seonghwa leaned back in his chair and laughed softly. lying in his lap was a manila file folder, a couple sheets of paper notably sticking out from the sides. you could barely make out its text but you figured it must have something to do with you.

this was an audition, after all. and you couldn’t believe your luck.

mingi contacted you first. or rather, daddylongdick99. your eyes rolled when the message first arrived inside the inbox. it wasn’t abnormal to receive an influx of emails after you posted a new video—usually invitations for collaborations, desperate pleas for you to cream on them, or otherwise incoherent strings of words typed by a man who undoubtedly had one hand wrapped around his dick.

in actuality, daddylongdick99’s message hadn’t piqued your attention enough to open it. days passed without any response from your end. mingi was growing impatient—what was taking you so long? the letter was beautifully written and quite provocative. mingi knew you were at least somewhat aware of him, your circles running close in this industry niche. what more did you want from him, proof that he was the real deal?

the next day, he sent you another message. it was the first to show up when you checked your inbox for the day, and you were unexpectedly pleased to see the familiar username. the body of this message was empty except for two images. neither of his face—mingi hadn’t thought that far ahead. image one was a mirror shot: a figure sat on the bed, thick and rideable legs spread. his cock rested lazily against his chiseled abdomen. it was gorgeous, well groomed and reaching just above his belly button despite only being somewhat aroused. the flash from his phone obscured his upper body in the mirror.

in image two, the figure was lying down. the mirror replaced with his large hands choking his cock. his fingers were adorned in black and white silver rings. the camera flash reflected vividly off of the slick surface of his member, which now stood fully erect. shaft perfectly straight and longer than average, you noticed the vein pattern on the underside seemed tailor made to provide the perfect texture along anyone’s inside walls. the motion of the photo showed he was mid stroke, aided with a substance that looked equally of lube and semen.

daddylongdick69 was far from an exaggeration.

mingi’s plan technically worked—you still had zero idea who he was (and he’d be the first to acknowledge the apparent hubris of believing you would just from the sight of his penis). but you remembered the first message you brushed off the other day, quickly searching through your inbox to locate it.

upon spotting nothing more than a block of text, you were disappointed to say the least. but a name at the very end stood out to you. the fine hairs on your neck perked at their roots.

“song mingi. signed under khj studios.”

your breath hitched. kim hongjoong was an established indie pornographer, lovingly nicknamed “erotica’s darling”. his operation was relatively small, but he dominated when it came to producing depictions of sexuality akin to a choreographed dance. where the characters were as integral to its enticing style as the stars who portray them. you adopted a similar philosophy when you began filming, and had spent quite some time honing your skill for framing intimacy and intercourse in a way that told stories.

you knew of song mingi—one of khj’s principle actors. unfortunately, not enough to recognize the sight of his magnificent cock. but due to hongjoong’s secretive entry process for new talents, his roster was pretty small. it was rumored that hongjoong had to handpick you himself—his current team consisting potentially of people he met in bars or through random hookups. in any case, you were in awe at how in synch everyone was in delivering hongjoong’s art into the world.

the truth was far simpler. hongjoong wasn’t the most trusting person in the world, but he wasn’t in the cia either. to become a khj studio performer you kinda just had to be in the right place at the right time.

and there you were.

seonghwa briefly glanced at the clock on the wall—3:21 PM—before turning his attention back to you. he thought for a second, pushing himself up to his feet and walking to a corner of the office. there was a stationary camera set up on a tripod. removing the camera, seonghwa instructed you to sit on the couch in front of him.

“oh classic! the casting couch.” you quipped playfully. seonghwa laughed again. you were growing to like his laugh.

“i’m just getting your profile together with a few pictures. mind removing your clothes?” he uncapped the cover from the lens.

you raised an eyebrow quizzically, a bit alarmed by his urgency. you hadn’t even talked to hongjoong yet. you didn’t even know whether he was willing to give you the time of day.

sensing your uncertainty, seonghwa rested a comforting hand on your thigh. “you have something special. he’s going to love you.“ you both exchanged affirmative nods before you arose to strip.

it wasn’t exactly embarrassing to stand before seonghwa naked. your videos regularly garnered thousands of views—you sort of assumed most people in your niche have already seen you in a much more intimate state. but the way seonghwa looked at your body as he moved around you with his camera was deliberate and careful. he instructed you into various positions, each pose focused on different silhouettes and angles. seonghwa maintained a distance from you, as if photographing a one of a kind painting, too scared that any sudden movement would tear a hole in the precious canvas.

but you remained nervous nonetheless—as the afternoon progressed, you slowly realized how important this meeting was. if you wanted to build your credibility in the industry, this was it. and yet the exclusivity shrouding hongjoong in mystery left you with a thousand questions. you had yet to hear from anyone what you were meant to do today.

after a couple of shots, seonghwa had you sit down normally, knees together and facing him. he instructed you to look natural, explaining that he wanted to take the profile portrait. you followed his directions perfectly, though you had no idea what to do with your face, opting for a neutral but approachable expression.

to your surprise, seonghwa reached out to caress your cheek. he ran his thumb over your plump bottom lip, gazing down at you with a warmth you couldn’t quite place.

“still nervous?”

“no…”

“then where’s that smile, sweetheart?”

the door opened and in walked two new individuals, both of whom you knew without introduction, and both of whom looked down at the two of you with puzzled expressions.

“i don’t pay you to fuck the talent, hwa.” hongjoong remarked, annoyed. seonghwa capped his camera, rolling his eyes in your direction at his boss’s temperament.

mingi extended a hand to shake yours, “that would be my job, actually! nice to meet you.” you half expected someone with the username daddylongdick99 to carry himself with insufferable audacity. but mingi was very sweet and incredibly talkative, filling up most of your downtime while hongjoong and seonghwa deliberated over your pictures.

he knew a lot about your work. “i really loved the way you used gold to symbolize innocence. no matter what your character went through, her soul was never tarnished.”

“exactly…like pure gold.”

mingi nods enthusiastically.

you realized it right then—that these people understood your art just as much as they did hongjoong’s. you agreed to perform a scene with him, infinitely more comfortable now that you felt seen. mingi quickly stripped off his own clothes to match your state of undress. the two of you continued your discussion like old friends who casually arranged to meet for lunch.

“we’re sort of short on time right now. how ready are you?” hongjoong pointed at you, once again commanding everyone’s attention in the room.

“ready? i mean…very?” you shot a confused glance at mingi.

“he wants to know how wet you are, doll.”

“ahh.”

you didn’t even need to touch yourself to know you were soaked down to the cushion, but you inserted your hand between your thighs anyway, fingers glistening as they reemerged. hongjoong, seemingly satisfied with the state of your arousal, suggested knocking out two tasks at the same time—he would interview you and get a sense of your strengths as a performer while mingi worked to acclimate you to the size of his cock.

you perched yourself over him, positioning his tip to your entrance. it was on the larger end of cocks that have been inside you, though it wasn’t insanely intimidating. just as you steadied yourself to lower down, hongjoong began his interview.

name. hometown. years of experience. typical background information. you answered as clearly as possible, your mind alternating between hongjoong’s questions and the increasing fullness in your core. mingi’s eyes were fixed on yours, gauging your pain levels while rubbing comforting circles into your clit.

mingi was almost deceptively large, but you managed well. hongjoong asked whether you thought cum had any merit as an artistic medium on its own. sure. you lowered yourself a couple more inches.

“gah-fuck. yellow.” you inhaled sharply, stilling yourself. mingi took a hold of your waist, preparing to pull out though you hadn’t indicated that you wanted to stop completely.

“sorry…i…” the telltale signs of a blush bloomed from your cheeks. “you felt so good on my clit, i almost squirted.” you admitted, sheepishly.

the boys let out a collective sigh of relief. mingi couldn’t have felt prouder of himself, even after hongjoong smacked him on the side with a piece of mail within arm’s reach. after giving them the okay, you relaxed your pelvis before taking in the final few inches of mingi’s cock.

mingi sat upright to hold you against his chest as he bottomed out, instinctively whispering words of praise in your ear as he felt your walls adjust to his size.

“my babydoll did so good for me. so good.”

you moaned in gratitude.

“i knew you would. your sweet little cunt was made just for me, hm?”

as he spoke, seonghwa retrieved the tripod from its corner. he set it up right in front of you two—standing alongside hongjoong behind the camera.

hongjoong fiddled around with some video settings, “think of this like a screen test.”

mingi carefully reversed your positions on the couch with you now lying beneath him, his cock still resting pretty between your soaked folds.

“i want to see how well you two look together, and i want to see how quickly you can adapt to a scene.”

you and mingi nod eagerly.

“sometimes my vision isn’t exact. i need all of my performers to know when to improvise and keep the scene realistic.”

“in other words,” seonghwa shoots you a knowing wink, “he wants you to make up for his indecisiveness.”

hongjoong opted to ignore seonghwa’s snide comments, instead placing you and mingi in a scene within his work in progress production. you were a grieving woman who had lost your boyfriend years ago. as you fall into a depression, his friend remains by your side to support you during your journey to acceptance. once devoid of libido, you rediscover your sexuality with his help and decide in the end that loving him won’t replace your relationship with your boyfriend.

the most important part was portraying the intercourse in this scene as an outpouring of emotion. hongjoong motioned for mingi to set out on his pace before hitting record.

it didn’t take long for you to sink into character. you grasped at mingi’s hair, bringing him down into a deep kiss.

“fuck me, mingi. i want to feel you.” you gasped. he slowed down just a bit, allowing his length to take in the softness of your pussy and the way you clenched so perfectly around him. tears of pleasure threatened to spill over as your mouth dropped open, choking out a long moan.

“how is it now, doll? can you feel me?”

every fucking inch.

in an instant, he saw that spark in your eye—you were fully immersed. the details you worked into the scene left him in awe; your movements became more hesitant and unsure, in your grief you couldn’t possibly give yourself over completely to the pleasure. especially not with someone who meant so much to your deceased boyfriend. suddenly, your ears reddened. the lewd sounds of sex, the sweaty skin on skin, mingi’s moans as you fucked up against him and the involuntary force guiding your hips to chase your high—all of it was so embarrassing to your character.

hongjoong took notice, as well. he was no longer viewing the scene from the monitor hooked up to their camera. at some point, he had begun watching you intently. mingi was right, you were perfect at this. out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his partner. seonghwa’s hands cupped his jeans, undoubtedly attempting to hide the growing outline of his aroused cock from witnessing the scene before him.

mingi, overcome with a growing desire to protect and care for you, quickened his pace. every thrust a promise that he will always love you just as much as your boyfriend had. you trusted him enough to pin you down to the bed you shared with your boyfriend and fuck you senseless, but not enough to give him your heart? the thought made mingi tear up, and soon the both of you were bucking into each other desperately, whimpering through sobs, releases imminent.

“gonna cum…shit…gonna cum for you, doll. you feel so good around me. so ready for me.” mingi leaned in to suck on your jaw, searching for anything to ground him. he knew the most natural ending of this scene would be to cum inside of you. but he felt himself slipping—mingi never got pussydrunk on the job. cumming inside of you would cause something in his brain to snap.

your walls pulsated around him as your release came over you, soft “thank you”s pouring from your lips as you rode out your orgasm on his cock. mingi thanked his lucky stars that you came first, and was just about to end the scene before you leaned down next to his ear.

“please. please cum in me. make me yours.” you begged as you continued fucking yourself on his cock. he clenched his abdomen, but it was all too futile. for once, mingi couldn’t focus on the scene nor your acting. he was about to make you his.

“i love you,” was all he could manage before you felt him shoot load after load into your cunt. his semen mixed with your juices as it pooled onto mingi’s lap. as the two of you stilled, you took a second to rest your head on mingi’s chest, the faint vibration of his heartbeat tickling at your ear.

seonghwa was the first to break the silence. “well?” he prodded at hongjoong. “how was it?”

“i don’t know, ask yourself. this dork nearly came before either of you.” hongjoong retorted.

mingi carefully lifted you up from his lap, the sudden emptiness sending a chill down your spine. seonghwa removed a robe from a coat rack nearby before kneeling down in front of you. that same warmth on his face brought you down from your orgasm with ease. he took you by the hands and smiled.

“you were just amazing, our little star. now let’s get you cleaned up.” helping you up onto your shaking legs, he wrapped the robe around you and led you to a shower room across the hall.

hongjoong tossed a similar robe at mingi, not caring to be as delicate with his employee as seonghwa.

“where the fuck has talent like that been hiding?” he exclaimed exasperatedly once the two of you were out of earshot. mingi rubbed at the sweat on his chest with the robe before slipping it around his shoulders.

“dude, i told you she was good.”

“and you!” hongjoong continued, his volume growing louder at the opportunity take a dig at mingi. “i love you. i love you.”

mingi’s head fell in his hands at the mocking reminder of his brief moment of vulnerability.

“fuck off.”

part two

[A/N: if you made it this far, thanks for reading! this blog will be under construction over the next few days as i move things around to make a proper navigational page. i’m also getting a taglist together! if you are interested, please fill out this form!]

[the-most-humble-blog]

🚨 I’ve Discovered the Block Button🚨

A Revolutionary Tool in the Art of Telling People to Shut the Fck Up—Permanently*

Welcome to the Golden Age of Digital Darwinism

Ladies, gentlemen, and intellectual warlords of the internet, today marks a revolutionary discovery in my already lethal arsenal of online dominance.

I, a humble yet undeniable force of nature, have discovered the Block Button. And with it, I have achieved inner peace, unparalleled power, and the ability to instantly euthanize weak arguments with a single click.

📌 THE ERA OF SUFFERING IN THE DM TRENCHES IS OVER

Once upon a time, I graciously tolerated the digital equivalent of a flatulent toddler having a tantrum in my inbox.

Every day, the same weak-wristed goons would show up: ❌ The angry reply guy who just got his worldview suplexed into the dirt. ❌ The professional victim crying about "tone" because facts hurt their feelings. ❌ The self-righteous dissertation writer who demands "a debate" but gets winded halfway through a sentence. ❌ The desperate white knight who thinks he’s earning feminist coochie coupons by crying “misogyny” at me in the hopes that someone, somewhere, will touch his limp, trembling hand.

🚨 For too long, I suffered in silence. 🚨 For too long, I watched these emotionally unstable disasters fling their word vomit into my DMs.

But no more.

Because I have discovered the single greatest tool in digital history.

🚀 The Block Button. 🚀

📌 THE BLOCK BUTTON: A MASTERPIECE OF HUMAN INNOVATION

This divine gift of modern technology allows me to evaporate weaklings into the void with the same ease as flicking lint off my sleeve.

With a single ruthless, efficient, and merciful action: 📌 Their cries are silenced. 📌 Their fragile egos are left screaming into the abyss. 📌 Their Twitter dissertations and unreadable copypasta essays become meaningless dust in the wind.

👉 Gone. Just like that. 👉 No arguments. No discussions. No prolonged suffering.

💀 They cease to exist in my digital kingdom. 💀

And the best part?

📢 They can still see me. 📢 They can still rage. 📢 But they can no longer interact.

I exist in their minds like a ghost they can never exorcise. I live in their subconscious like an unpaid bill they forgot about. I haunt them like the existential dread of knowing they will never, ever win.

📌 COMMON TYPES OF BLOCKED WASTES OF DATA

Now that I have ascended into a realm of peace and power, I have classified the most common creatures that get yeeted into the ether via THE BLOCK.

1️⃣ The Keyboard Warrior Who Writes Essays But Can’t Read a Room

This one needs you to read his 14-paragraph, Oxford comma-abusing manifesto.

His entire argument hinges on misinterpreting what you said and replacing it with strawman nonsense.

Block. Now his dissertation has no audience.

He will read it to himself in the dark, alone, like an unpaid Shakespearean actor screaming into his mirror.

2️⃣ The Pretentious Intellectual Who Overuses Words They Don't Understand

If I had a dollar for every time a “debate bro” misused "fallacious" in a sentence, I'd have fuck-you money.

Block. No more free lessons in literacy.

3️⃣ The “I’m Just Asking Questions” Gaslighter

He doesn't want answers.

He wants to drag you into an infinite black hole of pointless back-and-forths because he thrives on wasting time.

Block. Let him “ask questions” into the void.

4️⃣ The Clown Who Can't Let Sh*t Go

3 weeks later, he’s still mad.

5 months later, he’s still writing Tumblr posts about it.

A year later, he mentions it in therapy.

Block. End the saga.

5️⃣ The “Just Take the L” Guy Who Won’t Shut Up

My guy, I already won. You’re still replying.

Block. Your letters are returned to sender.

📌 THE DIGITAL LAWS OF BLOCKING: WHEN, WHY, AND HOW TO YEET WITHOUT MERCY

🚀 WHEN TO BLOCK: ✔ When their brain cells collapse under the weight of a factual statement. ✔ When their response reads like a meth-fueled fever dream. ✔ When they’re so desperate for your attention, they’ll reply to their own replies. ✔ When they’re an adult acting like a caffeinated 12-year-old on Xbox Live chat.

🚀 WHY TO BLOCK: 📌 Because your mental real estate is worth more than the trailer park in their brain. 📌 Because your time is finite, and their nonsense is infinite. 📌 Because sometimes, hitting "mute" isn't enough—they need to be THROWN INTO THE VOID.

🚀 HOW TO BLOCK WITH STYLE: ✔ No announcement. No preamble. Just click. ✔ Don’t tell them you’re blocking—it’s more fun when they realize it too late. ✔ Bonus points if you let them waste their best insults first.

They will think about it for WEEKS.

📌 THE AFTERMATH: WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BLOCK A TROLL?

❌ They spiral. ❌ They cope. ❌ They stalk your page for weeks, hoping to find a sign that you regret it.

📢 Spoiler: You don’t.

💀 They are now digital ghosts, condemned to wander in rage and irrelevance.

📌 FINAL VERDICT: THE BLOCK BUTTON IS GOD’S WORK

I used to think I had to fight every fool who wandered into my DMs. I used to believe I owed explanations, counterarguments, and endless patience to people who didn’t deserve my time.

🚨 I was WRONG. 🚨

📢 The Block Button is a revolution in digital warfare. 📢 The Block Button is the nuclear option that ends stupidity in one click. 📢 The Block Button is the greatest invention of the 21st century, and I will use it without hesitation.

📌 FINAL CALL TO ACTION: BLOCK FREELY, BLOCK MERCILESSLY, BLOCK FOR PEACE

🔥 If you have ever blocked an idiot and felt instant relief, REBLOG. 🔥 If you love that a troll can still SEE YOU but can’t TOUCH YOU, FOLLOW [The Most Humble Blog]. 🔥 If you have ever laughed at a blocked person desperately trying to get your attention, COMMENT with your best "blocked and forgotten" story.

💀 You either learn to block, or you spend your life arguing with the doomed.

🚀 Choose wisely. 🚀

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This post is written for the purpose of artistic expression, cultural commentary, and psychological exploration of social and gender dynamics. It does not condone or encourage violence, harassment, or discrimination of any kind. Any references to power, strength, restraint, or critique are metaphorical, symbolic, and rooted in historical and cultural analysis. It’s a cultural mirror. If you feel offended, ask yourself if it’s from actual harm — or from seeing something you hoped no one would say out loud.

✨ TL;DR: If you're mad, it’s probably not because it’s wrong — it’s because you know it’s true.

[moeitsu]

Alright, we need to have a little chat about Dutch van der Linde and some of the truly bizarre discourse I’ve come across here recently. If you’re someone who ships Arthur and Dutch, that’s your business. Enjoy what you enjoy. But—and it’s a big but—if you’re going to ship them and simultaneously argue that Dutch isn’t narcissistic or manipulative, I’m going to need you to take several seats.

I just stumbled across a post where someone was upset about how the fandom "dogpiles" on Dutch because "he’s only human, and humans make mistakes." Fair enough, I thought—everyone is entitled to their perspective. But then I got curious and looked into their blog and realized this same person is reposting Arthur x Dutch dub-con content like it’s a casual Tuesday. Look, read whatever you want, it’s your life—but you can’t sit here and preach empathy for Dutch while simultaneously engaging with material that explicitly highlights his manipulative nature.

This kind of double standard? It's exhausting.

Dutch van der Linde is one of the most unique characters in Rdr2. He’s charismatic, intelligent, and passionate—qualities that draw people to him, including the members of his gang. But he’s also deeply narcissistic, manipulative, and utterly incapable of taking responsibility for his actions. These traits are the very foundation of his downfall, and they’re written so clearly into his character arc that it’s impossible to miss.

Dutch weaponizes loyalty. He preys on the vulnerabilities of people who trust him, especially Arthur and John. He creates an illusion of a "better world" to justify his increasingly erratic and self-serving decisions, all while framing himself as the misunderstood hero of his own story. This isn’t slander; it’s canon.

So when a big portion of the fandom calls Dutch out for being manipulative, it’s not because we’re "ignoring his humanity." It’s because we’re recognizing that his humanity is deeply flawed. That’s the point. You can empathize with his complexities without excusing his actions or demanding others do the same.

It’s wonderful that more people are discovering the game. Seriously, welcome aboard! The more people who experience this masterpiece, the better. But if you’re new here, take a moment to read the room. Dive into the rich narrative, explore the characters, and engage with the fandom thoughtfully. Don’t come in hot with takes like “disliking Dutch is ableist” or accusing people of lacking empathy for pointing out his glaring flaws. Not only does it derail meaningful conversations, but it also alienates people who are here to discuss the complexities of these characters in good faith.

Also, using heavy terms like "ableism" in a context that doesn’t apply? That’s not it. Critiquing a character’s actions isn’t an attack on their humanity—it’s an acknowledgment of it. Let’s save those terms for situations where they’re actually relevant, not for defending fictional characters.

Enjoy the content you like, ship the pairings that make you happy, but don’t expect people to turn a blind eye to Dutch’s faults just because you’ve decided to romanticize him. The beauty of Red Dead lies in its ability to spark debates about morality, loyalty, and the gray areas of human nature. Let’s not dilute that by refusing to acknowledge the darker sides of certain characters.

And for the love of all things, let’s stop accusing people of lacking empathy for engaging critically with the narrative. There’s a difference between analyzing a character and trashing them, and most of the fandom is doing the former.

If you’re out here dropping takes that don’t hold water, don’t be surprised when people disengage—or, in my case, hit that block button.

[bradleysass]

Tower - @black-brothers-microfic - Word Count: 590 - Black Brothers

The creaky, gilded silence of Grimmauld Place was broken only by the faint rustling of Sirius Black’s restless movements. Under his pillow, his fingers brushed the jagged edges of a small treasure—a cache of colorful, mismatched Legos he had painstakingly collected. Each piece was a defiance, a shard of rebellion against the suffocating weight of pureblood expectations.

He had found the first one on a summer afternoon, a tiny red brick lying forgotten on the pavement outside their house. A neighborhood child, likely Muggle, had dropped it on their way down the sidewalk. Sirius had pocketed it impulsively, the unfamiliar, plastic texture thrilling in its alienness. Over the weeks, more Legos appeared—a blue one, a yellow one, even a translucent piece with a little scratch across its face. Enough to begin building something.

It had been a game at first, a secret between him and the shadows of his room. But secrets were hard to keep in Grimmauld Place.

"What are you doing?" Regulus's voice had been sharp the first time he caught Sirius crouched over his growing tower. His younger brother’s eyes, so much like their mother’s, narrowed in suspicion.

Sirius’s heart had leapt into his throat, but he had played it cool, shrugging as if it were nothing. "Building something."

Regulus had tilted his head, curious despite himself. "What is it?"

"It’s...a castle," Sirius had said, hastily reshaping the haphazard stack into something vaguely turret-like. "Or a tower. Doesn’t matter. It’s better than sitting around waiting for Mum to shout about something."

Regulus had hesitated, then sat cross-legged beside him. "You’re not supposed to have those."

"Neither are you," Sirius retorted, a grin tugging at his lips. "But you’re here now, aren’t you?"

From that moment, it was no longer just Sirius’s secret. Regulus’s sharp eye for symmetry and Sirius’s reckless creativity turned the pile of mismatched blocks into something remarkable. They built when the house was quiet, when their parents were occupied or out. The tower grew taller, more intricate, until it nearly reached Sirius’s windowsill.

"Kreacher won’t tell," Regulus whispered one evening as they worked. "I gave him that silver button from Mum’s sewing kit. He’s loyal to us too, you know."

Sirius snorted. "I’ve been bribing him with biscuits. But sure, a button works."

Regulus’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile. It was rare to see him like this, relaxed and almost carefree. Sirius treasured these moments, knowing they would be fleeting.

One night, as they added the finishing touches to a precarious spire, Sirius asked, "Do you think it’ll ever fall?"

Regulus considered the question, his fingers pausing mid-air with a blue brick. "Maybe. But we can always build it again."

It was a simple answer, but it stayed with Sirius long after the lights were out and the house fell silent again. The tower became more than just a project; it was a symbol of their shared rebellion, their bond in a household that sought to crush individuality.

When their mother eventually discovered the tower—as Sirius always knew she would—her fury was volcanic. She swept her wand through the room, scattering the blocks across the floor like broken glass. Sirius had stood defiant, his jaw set, while Regulus stared at the wreckage with a blank, unreadable expression.

But later that night, as Sirius lay awake, he felt a familiar nudge at his side. Regulus slipped something into his hand—a single yellow brick.

"We’ll start again tomorrow," Regulus whispered, his voice barely audible.

And Sirius knew they would.

[whatskrakenlacken]

Thanks @krakenkrunch for the prompts to close out the season! I’ve been thinking about this for a couple days.

24-25 Kraken season wrap-up

Who is your favorite player?

Joey Daccord, #35, goaltender

John Hayden, #15, center

Joey has been my little guy since like a week into watching hockey—he’s sweet and skilled and funny and he loves his boys. But the first player I fell in love with was John Hayden, while watching my first ever hockey game in preseason this year. He fought to defend one of the guys and I was like yep that’s my man. (Then it turned out he wasn’t going to be on the roster regularly which was a bummer, and I was distraught, but every time Hayds gets called up, I’m happy.)

I started to list everyone else I think of as my lil guys but that ended up being practically the whole team. I just want these boys to feel cherished and at home with us.

Though let’s be honest I’m a goalie girlie. Moments ago I just cried over the Stezzy mic’d up video from the Firebirds (from last year) because he’s so cute. And I would kill and die for Grubi. Almost passed out after the shootout winning save against the Blues (see below).

What was your favorite moment from the 24-25 season?

My first Kraken game (our at-home win against the Sharks) and my second Kraken game (the 7-round shootout win against the Blues) were both amazing experiences (that shootout left me pretty delirious with joy).

Listen guys the Kraken are 2 for 2 in games I’ve attended. Call Ron Francis I have an idea.

(Honorable mentions include the comeback win against the Canucks and Joey’s adorable zoomies-induced fall.)

What is your least favorite moment?

Ebs getting hurt was godawful, and then the realization of how bad it was.

Less dramatically, I sometimes get sad about only starting to watch this year and missing out on such big moments from Kraken history and even so many players that you all love that I never got to see play for us. I wish I’d been here the whole time—but hey, a year ago I would’ve thought I’d never care about a sport at all, so I might’ve missed this entirely. It’s good to be here.

Other favorite hockey moment (maybe from a different team)?

The Sharks sleepover, which then led me to discover a whole bunch of whimsical Sharks moments. They’re so precious to me.

What are you looking forward to the most for the upcoming season?

I’m excited to understand what’s going on from the beginning! I spent the first month frantically trying to follow the puck, and also looking up rules. I did cursory googling of rules to get by, and then did a deep dive into one rule each game. Took a month or so to stop feeling quite so lost. I’m really excited to be connected to the guys and the rules and the broadcast crew from the get-go. And I have a really good feeling about next year.

Are you looking forward to the Stanley cup finals? If so, are you rooting for a specific team?

My first playoffs, and I don’t have an attachment to any of these teams, but the Leafs would be nice I guess as far as curse-breaking goes. Fuck the k*ngs just cause I’m a little petty about our final game. But yeah I’ll be watching cause I’m worried about hockey withdrawals. I’ll also be watching WHL playoffs and listening to AHL playoffs! (Go Winterhawks! Go Firebirds!)

What do you hope to share with any new fans to your team?

Love is stored in the deep. This team is a joy to watch, and this community is a joy to hang out with. Doesn’t matter how much you know about hockey or how often you watch—we don’t gatekeep here. Some comment sections on other platforms can get a little rancid but be liberal with the block button and it clears pretty quick.

Also, listen to Signals From the Deep, the Kraken podcast hosted by Piper and JT—it’s great listening.

[isadokie]

The insane takes I’m seeing on TikTok are baffling.

I’ve never had to block so many people before.

Whatever happened to don’t like don’t read?

I’ve been in fandom spaces since I was 11 and discovered fanfic shortly after. There were no tags. Sometimes a warning and of course the back button. Never once did I demand censorship.

The freaks built AO3 for the freaks.

Ship and let ship.

Real people are not being harmed on AO3.

[spiralinghours]

“Into the White” (Part 5/?)

Fandom: Saw franchise

Characters/Pairings: Mark Hoffman, Eleanor Bonneville, kinda sorta Mark x Eleanor (???), Brad, Ryan, Brad x Ryan, Lawrence Gordon, Corbett Denlon (there may be other minor character mentions I overlooked)

Tags/Content: Feeding kink/fat fetishism; tight clothes and mild button popping; Stockholm Syndrome; mild age gap (consensual, obvi, between Mark and Eleanor); erections; collar use; binding (Mark getting tied up… again); very light and general dom/sub-ish vibes (between Eleanor and Mark); implications of bathroom sex (whatever, we’ll put a warning for that too); very general mentions of violence and trauma because there’s plenty of both in this franchise

Summary: Brad and Ryan almost find what they’re looking for but end up with a different task. Corbett trauma dumps. Eleanor needs to find ways to keep Mark from being discovered. Mark is still fat.

Author’s Notes: I dunno! Have fun with it!

“Listen, I’m uh… I have company,” Eleanor admitted, dropping to below a whisper, emphasis on “company”.

Ohhhh, so it was a new boyfriend. Or something like that.

Before getting a better observation, Eleanor fully blocked the view into her apartment, blinding red hair and agitated charcoal eyes taking up the slight crack of the door. She was practically pushing her face against the chain the way Brad had been doing a second ago.

Ryan was left with nothing but a blur—a vague smudge, a blob of black and gray with glasses and scruff, if that was what he had even seen.

“Come on, Ryan, she’s tryna get laid,” Brad huffed, once again acting as the forgiving force between them.

“Wait. Just one question, okay.” Ryan squeezed his eyes shut, pressure from the squabble around him and Dr. Gordon’s echoing words pounding like a hangover. He was pressed as it was trying to formulate his inquiry without sounding too suspicious, too on-the-nose. “I know Brad gave you info on the house in the alley. Stanford Street or whatever. Have you, uh, been there?”

“Why?” Eleanor pursed her lips, lipstick forming tiny cracks from the tension.

“Because—”

“Because,” Brad intervened, “the city is gonna tear down all the Kramer properties. Figured you might wanna go look around before that happens.”

Good save.

“Oh, well fuck, guess I’ll have to get to digging this weekend, huh?” She could feel how flimsy-plastic the veneer was playing out, but she was too tight, too hot under the fabric. Even though Brad went on casually, something in Ryan’s gaze felt unconvinced.

“But you haven’t been to any sites lately? Haven’t found anything strange? Anything interesting?” Ryan shrugged, now the one poorly trying to play relaxed.

“Nope. I’ve had clinics since I saw you all last. Haven’t had time.”

An annoyed grumble crept from behind Eleanor, but she continued her best efforts to muffle it.

“Okay,” Ryan nodded. “Well, that’s all. Thanks.”

“Bye Elle!” Brad called behind them as Ryan guided him down the hallway by the small of his back.

“We gotta go to the bathroom. Like now.”

“Ryan, here?” Brad’s crooked line of a mouth quirked up flirtatiously. “Can’t wait ‘til we get home? I dunno if this place has a public—”

“Oh my god, no! I don’t mean that! I meant we have to go back to THE bathroom. Check on that stupid fatass cop, if he’s even there.”

“Why wouldn’t he be?” Brad was still readjusting his gears from what he thought was about to occur in some dirty public guest restroom.

“I got a bad feeling is all. Worse, though: if he is there, we gotta do something with him.”

“You beat the man with a pipe, and now you’re worried about how to kill him?”

“Brad!”

“Well? That’s our only choice, right?”

In a hazy way, the veil felt lifted, revealing to themselves and to each other the truth of their nature; They may have kidnapped people, roughed some individuals up, set up the razors and gears and spikes of multiple death traps… But they never stuck around for the results. It was always an instruction from Dr. Gordon. It was always an afterthought.

Neither of them had ever killed someone directly—stayed around to watch the eyes go vacant and gray.

For acting as assistant death dealers, the notion was daunting.

“Maybe you were right. Maybe we will need that help from group,” Brad thought aloud, hesitant.

——

She wasn’t a… girlfriend.

No. That wasn’t it at all.

She was sort of Kathy Bates-ing it up Misery style, but not completely. She was respecting the promise of not killing one another. And while she could have gone the whole hobbling route—the whole cutting off feet and drugging route—no physical damage was incurred.

Well. Not exactly. Not like that.

It wasn’t damage… Not unless an over-saturation of attention and coddling to the point of some added girth was considered such.

But still, the way Eleanor went about the abundance of affection felt threatening. It seemed like acts of violence thinly shrouded in the guise of cheek kisses and cuddles.

It was hard to explain, but Mark couldn’t help but mull it over in the midst of an act that would have fit said description.

In what started as an unassuming moment of cuddling in bed (cuddling specifically meaning Eleanor slipping in front of Mark as he slept unknowingly and wrapping his arm over her as an added blanket) before the routine breakfast tray schtick, somehow turned into Mark getting collared to the headboard, wrists equally bound by a low rope that looped under the mattress.

“You’re so cute like that,” Eleanor sighed, looking over her quick work. Medical school leant a lot to acting fast, efficient, and tight. And fuck, was the collar tight, its pink vinyl edges biting viciously into Mark’s thick neck and chubby chin.

“This another precaution?” Mark snarked, less cynical dullness to his tone and more amusement. “Tryna make sure I don’t run off before I finish my food? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not running anywhere.” It was less of an endearing promise and more of an observation that perhaps he wasn’t physically inclined to move as fast.

“I’m just having a little fun,” Eleanor pouted toyingly. She shifted back towards where Mark remained on the bed, pale bare legs flashing under her purple sleep shirt as she assumed her position on his lap. With a careful lean, she pressed a harsh kiss to the spot where the roughness of his stubble met mangled scarring. It was nothing new at this point; she slotted onto him like a little bird nesting atop a mountain, a kitten burrowing into a pile of blankets.

Mark’s glittering eyes rolled up curiously under his sleepy lids. “Thank you?” he sputtered uncertainly in response to the kiss. “Also, you’re getting pretty fancy with tying me up. I would say you should buy me a drink first, but I think we’re past that now.”

“I think you like being tied up, silly bear.” Eleanor was beaming like she was holding back the tastiest secret. “I’ve heard about how you escaped your little ice block electrocution trap. Broke the straps? Even with as big and burly as you are, sounds fake. I could believe you put yourself there. I can also believe that, after reading the details of one overlooked article about your big escape, that you chose to collar and gag yourself… even if it was kinda superfluous. Like, come onnnnnn.”

There was a little black stain on the pillow on Eleanor’s side of the bed. It had to have been an old makeup smudge with the way she would occasionally fall asleep, face first, eyeshadow still on, after a particularly long day. Mark stared at it, trying to ground himself, feeling himself drift from how strangely embarrassed and flushed he felt at the accusation.

“Ope!” Eleanor chuckled, feeling a pressure poke against her crotch from under the covers. “Touched a nerve, huh, big boy?”

Mark stared harder at the black splotch, not wanting to be so quick to lean into anything—no admissions. The mere presence of an erection felt so betraying and inconvenient.

“So you have two turn on’s then: being tied up and being fattened up. Noted.”

“Eh—I never said—” Mark wasn’t the usual type to get worked up easily. His thoughts would be too clouded or he would feel too bored to care. But being prodded so directly, so intimately, and spread open with such vulnerability… He couldn’t play stone-faced cop for long.

“We’re gonna play a game today,” Eleanor teased crassly, trying her best Billy the Puppet voice but bubbling into light giggles. “We’re gonna see how much you can eat before your pants pop open.” She continued to giggle bashfully, a peachy blush spreading over the apples of her cheeks. As usual, it was incredibly hard to tell how much was her being genuinely flirty and coy, and how much was a put-on in attempts to look disarming. The line was as thin and fuzzy as the worn spots on Mark’s shirts.

“And if I don’t wanna play?” Mark arched an eyebrow, as if he had any room to speak as the bound party in the situation.

Eleanor’s vibrant glare remained fixed on Mark’s as she trailed down his chest, further still… She stopped higher than one would assume, taking a nip at his tan lower belly at a lightning-fast speed. “Torture will ensue,” she hummed sweetly.

——

There was a little Cuban sandwich and coffee establishment on a sliver of the corner adjacent to the church where group took place. Brad had seen other members hit up the spot before and after group, developing an idea of who might roll in and when. Ryan was pushing for them to “run into” Abbott and the Matthews kid, but so far they were nowhere to be seen.

Perched and waiting like a couple of vultures, Brad and Ryan sat rod-rigid on some barstools by the counter, trying to act casually distracted by their scolding cups of café con leche.

“What if they don’t come today?” Ryan complained in a rasping hush.

“No, they should. I’ve seen ‘em sit a lot in that front booth there.” Brad’s voice tapered off as he noticed something moving around in said booth. Where normally a human head would be popping out from the top, he only noticed some brown fuzz. Was that an animal? Someone’s dog?

As if the inhabitant of the seat could read his mind, a small face darted out from the side of the booth, eyes narrowing inquisitively. The brown fuzz was just the frizzy crown of someone’s head—a shorter little girl, to be sure.

“Shit, that’s Corbett,” Brad squeaked, snapping his head back as if he hadn’t been staring.

“Okay, and? If either of those guys don’t get here in fifteen, I’m—”

“Hey, are you guys looking for somebody?” It was as if Corbett teleported beside them. It was astounding how swift and creepy kids could be. Had she heard them talking?

“Um, no, not—”

“Hey,” Brad cut in. “Yeah, we were wondering if Daniel and Brent were coming here before group today. You’re going to be there, right? We saw you there last time.”

She nodded, casting her eyes down towards the forest green plush she held onto in a sweaty grip. There was a twisted sourness to the fact that it was a reminder—a survivor in her memory—of everything that had happened to her at the meat packing plant. Hell, it was a marker for how her life was even before that. But at the same time, it was all she had left of her family. The closest thing to the normalcy of childhood.

Ryan couldn’t help but flinch at the stuffed animal’s presence. It was also a glaring reminder of who they had to deal with. The very man who abducted Corbett and turned around pretending to be her hero. The newspaper clippings didn’t lie with the shots of Corbett sat on Hoffman’s hip, green plushie nestled between them.

“I think they’re just running late today,” she went on, a bit timidly. “They usually buy me a sandwich before I go in. They wait with me after, too. My aunt is a slow driver.”

So those boys were looking after Corbett. Unexpected, but kind. Trauma bonding could be a hell of a thing.

“Okay, well, thank you,” Brad smiled gently. “We’ll talk to them whenever we get a chance.”

“Um. Can I sit with you ‘til they get here. It’s kinda boring being alone.”

Brad looked at Ryan hesitantly before replying with an affirmative smile. He patted the stool between them for her to sit on.

“I’m Corbett,” she introduced herself, despite knowing people gave introductions in group every time.

“Nice to formally meet you. I’m Brad and this is my—this is Ryan.”

“Nice to meet you too. I definitely know who you guys are.”

“You do?” Ryan perked a brow.

“Well, yeah.” Corbett looked down again, something shameful in her eyes. “Sorry, that sounds weird. I was gonna say something weird.”

Brad and Ryan looked at each other again, mildly confused.

“I was gonna say sorry about your girlfriend that you killed. But my therapist says I need to stop bringing up people’s experiences just because I talk about them the way I do.” She raised her eyes uneasily, shifting glares from Ryan to Brad. “I saw my mom and dad’s bodies. Not everyone knows that I saw them before they took me out. But I guess just because I can talk about it doesn’t mean you wanna talk about it, or your girlfriend. I’m sorry again.”

This was going to be an interesting wait period.

——

The recently-opened promenade was supposed to act as a newer, better, “fancier” mall. It sounded utterly hokey, but it housed a closer location of the suit store where Lawrence got his ties. His lunch break was a meager forty-five minutes on this day, so convenience was priority.

But so was obtaining an iced white mocha. Coffee was first on the docket, and then two new ties. Quick and easy, in and out… If the people in front of him in line would wrap up their ridiculously complicated order.

A smallish redhead spouted off some long, specific drink orders, essentially ordering more of a heavy cream and syrup mixture than coffee. The man beside her, who was about the height and width of a fridge, made the woman’s relatively average appearance look insanely tiny. There was something about his wide stance, the way he postured himself like he was off-balance, or ready to assume a squared-up footing.

A few more minutes passed before the transaction and all the details within were finalized. While the redhead dashed off to the pickup counter after paying, the man turned slightly, heavy and slow, giving Lawrence a slight once-over. He scolded something under his breath before apologizing for making Lawrence wait so long, and then awkwardly shuffled away.

It left Dr. Gordon wondering if perhaps it was a patient he couldn’t place outside of work. He was terrible enough with names, let alone outside of the hospital trying to match faces.

There was something so familiar about that man.

——

“How ya holdin’ up? Hungry again?” Eleanor asked cutely as they strolled along some exterior portion of the storefronts that led to a courtyard.

It seemed baffling the way Mark wanted to say “no”, though his stomach groaned louder than any internal thoughts, muting them almost completely. He couldn’t quite tell if it was a mixture of over-fullness and the Pavlovian response to keep eating, but he could swear some of the rumbling in his belly was genuine hunger.

His hands clasped wincingly into a cupping hold over the rounded peak of his gut. It was a default position he had always automatically assumed, but more recently it couldn’t be helped with the way his belly rolled forward.

“Oh? Too much already? You too tired?” Eleanor pecked, seething with joyous, mocking venom. She scooted closer by his side as if to link arms. Instead she slid a palm aggressively under the wavering hem of his shirt (slightly baggier than the usual selection—or at least it had started that way). “Oh. You are pretty full.”

Mark’s face heated up, and then heated more at the awareness that he was flushed. The soft and casual way Eleanor was so publicly pressing into his firm underbelly made him feel like some kind of pig or cow being appraised at a fair. Ever so mildly degrading, humiliating, and… squirm-inducing.

‘God, what’s that about?’ he echoed in his head, borderline frantic. ‘Are you liking that?!’

“Okay, listen,” Eleanor bargained, “finish one more thing and we can go. You want ice cream, right? Come on, big boy, I know you loooooove that caramel swirl stuff.”

Mark sighed, a touch too theatrical, eyes closing in inevitable submission. “Not no. But can I, like, sit somewhere while I eat? I’m so full.”

“You’re not so full that those pants have come undone, but I guess we can do that.”

‘Bitch,’ Mark exhaled internally, not actually meaning it. Not fully. Not enough for Eleanor to hear. There was a tenderness to the bite of the word.

It wasn’t like she meant anything too bad. Yeah? Right? She was just being cute or whatever.

Mark had nestled onto the first bench spotted, Eleanor already telling him to stay put as she scuttled off to the ice cream stall. Upon sitting, two things momentarily alarmed him: the obnoxious creaking of the aluminum slats, and the way his lap—any real estate on his thighs at all—was rolled over by the bulk of his stomach. Embarrassing, frustrating… weirdly cozy…

“So… who was that at the door earlier?” Mark asked upon Eleanor’s return, working his words around laps of soft serve. “When you said something about the delivery guy coming but it wasn’t. What was that?”

It was a casual enough question, small talk with no edge of an ulterior motive. But Eleanor could feel her teeth grind involuntarily. Caught. Oh no.

“Oh yeah!” she feigned, slathering any hesitation with a slick of cotton candy sweetness. “Just, uh, some classmates asking about an assignment.”

“Huh. Figured they could text you about something like that.” Mark was beginning to hiccup around his words, slowing the way his lips had been enveloping the cold cream.

“Yeah… I guess… Um, hey, random, but have you thought about getting something to do during the day?”

Right, right. Think quick. Come up with something.

“What, like a job?” Mark mumbled around an uncomfortable burp, voice low and skeptical as ever.

“Well, yeah I guess. If you got away with everything, I mean, wouldn’t you have gotten a job? Or a hobby? Something?”

The semi-silenced POP followed by a muffled zipper sound caught both their attention, but just briefly. All the day’s decadence had come to a wobbling head as Mark’s belly pushed past the unsecured flaps of his black jeans. He let out a relieved little “Ugh.”

Eleanor couldn’t even savor the public display, too anxious about the notion that had popped into her mind: finding Mark something to do and lessening any potential path crossing with Brad or Ryan or… anyone.

It was a cliched thought to be sure, but all she could repeat, all she could chant in the confines of her skull was “I’m in over my head…”

[combeferres-mothematics]

For either/both/whichever fics :3

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What things did you research for this fic?

Share a snippet of your favorite dialogue.

Share a snippet of your favorite imagery.

Is there any moment in your fic that makes you go crazy, even if it's not the most well-written?

What are some fandom-specific selling points you think would entice other fans the most?

Are you considering a continuation, and if so, do you already have any ideas for how it would go?

Oooohhhh rubbing my hands together so hard... You're getting Both fics >:D

....Putting it below a cut because this is looking like it's gonna be long af

What things did you research for this fic?

For BtB: ....This is my research rabbit trail fic /aff. I've researched everything from the specific places I have the Amis headed to (though I've been to all of them, some I haven't been in years, so I needed a refresher), and there was a LOT of googling "Did (insert item) exist in 1832" throughout here... I thought I was DONE with that, but alas. I am not, according to the fic...

But yeah, this one has a lot of random research, lots of rabbit trails, a few virtual tours... The Painters Colic digression (sorry Feuilly), how humid it is in Texas... HERNANI (my favorite so far), and that's just a chip off the block, I should have kept a list of things I've researched so far XD

For IWJFaF: Urinary incontinence. Even though I have it myself, and am writing it mostly from that perspective, I wanted to do more research anyhow, just because I could, since its something that has a wide variety of causes and manifests differently in everyone who has it... And I'm STILL worried about getting something blatantly wrong... Even though I literally Have It Myself (anxiety loves me/sarcasm)

Share a snippet of your favorite dialogue.

For BtB: From Combeferre discovering modern flushing toilets... He is. Way Too Excited about this. 😭😭😭

“Ferre, you’ve been in there for fifteen minutes.” Joly leaned on the stall door, sighing as he heard the toilet flush for the... Well, at this point, he’d lost count. “Surely you’re finished by now?” “Let me pull the lever one more time,” Combeferre replied, clearly delighted. “Joly, this is a magnificent invention! Whatever you drop in it disappears when you push the lever down!” “Combeferre, what have you been putting in the strange modern privy?” Joly demanded, eyes widening in horror as he grasped what his friend was doing.  “Just this paper in here.” Combeferre explained, unlatching the stall door as he mused to himself. “I wonder if one of my trouser buttons would go down, there’s one loose enough I could pry it off...” “You keep all the buttons on your trousers where they are,”

From IWJFaF: It's probably gotta be this one, though Combeferre having a scale for Enjolras and Cosette's bickerings has to be a very close second lol

“What are you guys doing in here?” Cosette poked her head into the bathroom, only to be greeted by three equally guilty faces. “Do I need to go get Papa?” “No, no of course not,” Enjolras gave her his most charming smile. She gave him an incredulous look in return, not falling for it for a second.  “Sebastien.”  “Euphrasie.”  “I’m getting Papa if you don’t tell me what you’re getting up to,” Cosette crossed her arms firmly. 

Share a snippet of your favorite imagery.

For BtB: It's probably got to be Combeferre waking up in modern day (I'm not good with imagery unfortunately, so this is the best I've got)

As it was, the sky was the first thing the guide saw upon waking once more, and he quickly pulled himself up, pressing a hand to the wall to steady himself as the world spun on its axis.  He’d gotten up too quickly, and he knew it. But how else was he to see where he was? This was new to him, and he wanted to figure it out. “ Ah, barricades are not good for the back, it appears.” Combeferre muttered to himself as he rubbed the offending body part, catching a glimpse of a shoe near a dumpster. Hm. I’ve never seen one like that before. He mused, picking it up to examine.  Setting it aside, he calmly decided he must find a newspaper. Those carried the date of the day, something that would be helpful to know. He strongly suspected that the year was no longer 1832. Stepping out onto a parking lot nearly confirmed his suspicions, and it delighted him. Those are certainly not carriages.

From IWJFaF: The part where Joly arrives at Valjean's house after running away from home

The sight that greeted Valjean when he opened the door a few minutes later was a shocking one. Joly stood there sobbing, shaking from exhaustion, and covered in blood from his fall. The events of the night had worn heavily on him, and he was near collapsing. “Joly, my goodness,” Was all he managed to get out of his mouth before the boy was launching himself into his arms, clinging tightly to him. “What happened?” “I- I don’t want to stay at my house anymore.” Joly whispered burying his face in his chest. “I didn’t know where else to go, so I came here.”

Is there any moment in your fic that makes you go crazy, even if it's not the most well-written?

From BtB: I think my favorite one is one that I haven't posted yet, where the first night after they arrive in the 21st century, Joly and Combeferre get to have a little talk, because Joly's blaming himself for Bossuet's death, even though there was nothing he could do really. And Combeferre finally starts processing the fact that all their friends are dead, and there's really no way to know if they're going through the same thing as them or not.

From IWJFaF: ....Probably any of the sibling shenanigans between Enjolras and Cosette. (I really want to say the scene where Valjean has to pick up all three of his kids from school, but I don't know if that'll be in this fic, or a sequel yet lol), but writing the shenanigans, ESPECIALLY the one where they've both been eavesdropping, and immediately try to convince Joly not to tattle on them to Valjean... Joly has absolutely no idea what to do with this, poor guy

What are some fandom-specific selling points you think would entice other fans the most?

Oh shit this is a hard one

For BtB: Probably that Everyone Lives, No one Dies (sorta), Poetry Smash getting to be weird af, some Barricade action, etc... I don't know what fandom specific selling points are 😭😭😭

For IWJFaF: ......Weird crack au? :D I mean, Enjolysette siblings is DEFINITELY a crack au lol (obligatory @syrupsyche mention, since she helped come up with this chaotic idea), and Valjean just getting to be happy(ish) and take care of his kiddos (He's collecting them in this one I SWEAR)

Are you considering a continuation, and if so, do you already have any ideas for how it would go?

For BtB: YES. I already have a sequel where Marius and Cosette have a second wedding, where all their friends and family get to be there, and I'm trying so hard not to start it until I've finished the fic, because it'll have a few big spoilers for what's coming up in BtB XD... I also have a few spin off one shot ideas set in the universe, so I really need to work on writing everything lol

For IWJFaF: ....This one already has a spin off oneshot, and another in my files waiting to be posted for an event in July. And, the more I think about it, the more I'm pretty sure that the fic I'm working on now is going to just be the first in a series of shorter fics and oneshots, because my next plot point after this one is like... Two Years after where I'm at now, and that is a Long Time Skip XD

I also just have so much written for it that I'd love to post, but it would all be so far in the future that I can't right now if I want it to be in this particular fic. So yeah, this is probably going to be a prequel/first part of the IWJFaF verse XD

[cq-studios]

THE WIP LIST IS BACK!! Tell me more about Broadcasting Live From Daybreak Town? That sounds like it's probably an entertaining one, haha.

(For this)

YEAH!! WIP LIST!!

Would you believe me if I said it’s angst? lol

So, I love taking a pieces of the Daybreak Town backgrounds and just making a whole fics about them. I’ve done it with the Marketplace, I’m gonna do it with the Moogle Shop, and this one is specifically about the radios.

The original idea was a radio broadcast from a local station (run by an unhappy conspiracy driven Dandelion) right when the glitches started to get bad. It’s kind of evolved into a Brain and Ven centric fic where Brain has to not only deal with his own anxieties, but also needs to help Ven process that some people are just determined to blame them for things that aren’t their fault because of their position (something I discovered while writing this post… thank you for helping me figure that out, you’re gonna solve my whole block for this fic lol).

Snippet under the cut

Disclaimer: This is a WIP. All things are subject to change

“As our home gets overrun by flashing colours and ghosts from a time passed, the Union Leaders remain ever silent. I’m sure the question of whether or not they know what exactly is going on has crossed each of our minds at some point over the course of this strange day. And the Union Leaders seem uninterested in our pursuit of answers, keeping themselves locked up in the Clocktower, turning everyone who approaches them away for something of supposedly higher importance. Could they be trying to fix this problem, or could it be that they are the ones causing it.” Brain stopped typing. His teeth ground against each other. “Their refusal to give us an-”

“Ven, turn the radio off,” he barked, not watching his tone.

 I have more important things to focus on. I can’t let myself be distracted by conspiracies on the radio.

“The Union Leaders have…” There was a moment of hesitation before Ven placed his finger on the button. Suddenly the radio’s volume peaked. “abandoned, abandoned, abandoned, abandoned-” the word repeated, each delivery the same as the last, but slightly distorted, wrong. 

Ven jumped backwards and nearly out of his skin, hands swiftly covering his ears. The younger wielder shot Brain a wide eyed look just as the whole broadcast drowned in static.

They both knew what had happened, but that didn’t make the event any less startling. The host and their crew must have been caught in a glitch.

Brain winced at the thought, his mind flashing back to the moment a glitch had appeared over his hand.

At first it had just fallen asleep. Then the pins and needles gradually sharpened, digging deeper and deeper, pressing harder and harder, until…

The static from the radio died down and he was free to hear the startled and disgruntled noises of the announcer and the crew as they reoriented themselves. Then, “I can’t feel anything! I can’t feel-”

The sensation in his hand still hadn’t returned.

“Ven!”

“Sorry,” almost immediately this time, the younger wielder pressed the button. The room fell almost entirely quiet.

Brain welcomed the less distressing sounds of the Clocktower. The familiar repetitive clunking and clicking of the gears turning below him. The rhythmic knocking of Ven’s feet hitting the table’s leg. The faint buzzing of the screens…

Or maybe that was from the portal.

At the reminder, his attention drifted over to the portal. It flickered and swayed, looking unstable as ever. 

He made his way over to one of the smaller computer setups, and, with a few swift clacks of the keys, he’d typed in the command ‘Portal Status’. Enter. 

Almost hesitantly, his eyes shifted to the display.

<Stable>Good. He let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. It had to stay that way. Otherwise Ephemer and his friend wouldn't have a way back, and that’d be creating a whole new problem he wasn’t sure they’d have time to fix.

[pokemondarkpathau]

A Dark Path Walked Chapter 13: Area Zero Underdepths

Kieran and Juliana had fallen asleep during the elevator ride, and they were woken up by the sound of rumbles. “It seems the elevator stopped.” Glady said. “Is everyone ready?”

“We’re ready.” Lacey said.

Juliana pressed the open button on the elevator, but as soon as the elevator doors opened, the four students were surprised by the sight of crystal caves and glitter surrounding the area.

“Oh… my… goodness!!” Kieran’s surprise turned to excitement as he ran out of the elevator. “This is so amazing!! I’ve never seen something so… so… so beautiful!!”

“I know…” Juliana said. “I wonder why Miss Briar is intent on researching this place.”

“Hey… I found something.” Lacey’s attention on a desk filled with documents.

“Those must be notes written by Professor Sada.” Juliana said as she took the notes, recognizing the hand writing. “This has some new notes… ‘It seems that the scientists here discovered a new species and a mysterious phenomenon that connects the Terastalization phenomenon. The name given to the species is Terapagos and the phenomenon is called the Stellar Tera Type.’”

“Terapagos…” Kieran said. “I think I heard that when that Florian boy helped the Pokémon controlling Sis manipulate the Toxic chain.”

“And it also says something about a… ‘Stellar’ Tera type…” Lacey said. “I think this might be the thing your Top Champion and Miss Briar were trying to research, right, Kieran?”

“Yeah.” Kieran said. “That was why Miss Briar, Sis and I left the Field trip to Kitakami earlier. I traveled around the world with Miss Briar thanks to Gladys and Lacey’s recommendation. I was planning to participate in the BB League, but then Director Cyrano asked me to accompany him to Paldea to pick up Juliana for the beginning of the Foreign exchange program.”

“The Director did what?!” Lacey shook her head. “He knows you have a lot of classes and training to do!” She crosses her hands into an X. “What he did is not right!”

“Lacey, please calm down.” Gladys reassured her clubmate. “We can talk to the director about this after everything is solved.”

“I’m sorry…” Lacey sighed. “The Director can be… a bit forgetful at times.”

“It’s ok.” Juliana said as she put the notes back on the desk they were placed. “Let’s go discover this place.”

As Lacey, Juliana, Kieran and Gladys explored, they discovered that the place is very connected to Area Zero, and not only that, the only Pokémon that reside there are Carbink and Glimmet.

Suddenly, they see a gigantic crystal blocking the path ahead.

“Well, this… makes things harder.” Juliana said.

“How do we break this… gigantic crystal?” Lacey asked.

“Maybe Juliana’s Agias can use one of its moves to pierce the barrier.” Gladys suggested.

“Hold on!” Kieran said. “If we use brute force, won’t that exhaust Koraidon? And not only that, this is no normal barrier of crystal. Maybe we should try to figure out where this thing comes from.” The four then heard a squeak, turned around and saw a Glimmora surrounder in a light blue colored light.

“Huh?” Gladys said. “This is new… I’ve never seen such a beautiful specimen… the petals it has… could it be a grass type?”

She was slowly about to approach the aggressive Pokémon when Kieran pulled her back.

“Gladys!” He shouted. “That thing is dangerous! And it’s no grass type! We need someone to take it down!”

“I’ll do it.” Juliana said as she sent out Milotic.

As soon as the battle begin, the wild Glimmora terstalized, but not into a rock or a poison Tera type, but into the new Stellar Tera Type that Professor Sada wrote in her notes. The crown was shaped like a small turtle surrounded by 18 crystals, representing all the types known from Normal to fairy.

“What the?!” Juliana said. “So that’s the Stellar Tera Type that Professor Sada wrote about?! Well, this will be an exciting challenge! Let’s do this, Milotic!”

The battle took longer than expected because just like every other Tera Pokémon, it was required to attack Glimmora twice. Once the Glimmora was defeated, the crystal barrier disappeared into glitter.

“Wowzers!” Kieran squeaked. “The thing just… disappeared into thin air after that Pokémon was defeated!”

“And not only that, the path is cleared.” Lacey said. “Come on, we have no time to waste.”

As the journey continued, the group would encounter more crystal barriers and Juliana volunteered to take each of the Stellar Tera Pokémon down. The second crystal was summoned by a Noivern, the third crystal was summoned by a Sandy Shocks and the fourth crystal was summoned by Gargancl. Lacey, Gladys and Kieran had to call her by order, with Kieran even riding his Lapras to get her. He was caught off guard by the tree where Gargancl was standing.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Juliana said.

“I know…” Kieran said. “It reminds me of the wisteria in Kitakami.”

They looked at the tree in silence when Kieran took a deep breath.

“Hey, Juliana…” He turned to the Paldean student. “Do you… have any fears when it comes to what has been happening recently…?”

“Honestly, I didn’t expect Carmine to… not be on good terms with me.” Juliana sighed. “I thought we would be good friends… after all… I lied to her about Ogerpon. And not only that, I witnessed your argument with her at your front door.”

“You’re not the only one who’s worried about Sis…” Kieran said. “Before Sis became the BB League Champion, she had challenged me to a sparring match and… I lost. I didn’t knock out any of my Pokémon. The team I had were Yanmega, Furret, Lapras, Poliwrath, Gliscor and Hydrapple… Do you want to know what she said when she mercilessly beat me?”

“What did she say?” Juliana asked.

“She said… ‘You should not have gone to the Dreaded Den with that outsider. If you really wanted to be strong, you should have been the one who was lied to.’ It was like… that… Pokémon was playing with my feelings by pretending to be my Sis… No one liked how my sis changed… yet… I still was loved, despite the fact that my sis was controlled into becoming a tyrant…”

“And you said you had nightmares?” Juliana asked.

“Yes…” Kieran nodded.

He couldn’t finish his words… he had broken down in tears and collapsed on his knees. Juliana went to him and hugged him tightly, petting his black and purple hair and whispering words of comfort to his ears as the boy sobbed loudly. Lapras even sensed her trainer’s sadness and nuzzled her head onto his.

Kieran calmed down before taking deep breaths, with Juliana patting him on his shoulder. The last time he was cheered up like this was when Carmine attacked some bullies who haunted him with Cursola.

“Are you feeling better?” Juliana asked.

“Yeah.” Kieran nodded. “Thank you, Juliana… And you two, Lapras.”

Lapras chirped.

“Oh yeah.” Kieran remembered. “We have to go meet up with Lacey and Gladys. We must have kept them.”

They returned to see Lacey and Gladys finishing repelling the wild Glimmet and Carbink.

“Apologies for the wait.” Juliana said. “We should keep going.”

Before they continued, Gladys stopped Juliana.

“One thing I should mention.” The Grass Gym Trainer said. “While you and Kieran were taking your time, we got attacked by these Pokémon. While Lacey’s Team is still intact, my team is completely spent.”

“Oh. Sorry about that.” Juliana sighed.

“It’s ok.” Gladys smiled. “I still have some training to do. So far, I still have Arboliva and Comfey. So if anything happens, you better come save me.”

The four of them continued until they arrived at a small chamber where a small crystal rested upon a bigger crystal.

“Is this… it?” Lacey asked.

“It seems so.” Gladys said. “There is a small stone over there. This could be what this Professor of Juliana’s could be talking about.”

“Not so fast.” Florian’s voice was heard as he and Terapagos arrived. “I will not let you near that rock.”

“Not you again.” Lacey got angry. “Do you ever stop hindering us?!” She then crossed her arms into an X. “What you are doing is absolutely not right!”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you are doing.” Florian mused. “You want to awaken the Hidden Treasure of Area Zero. So you can see the truth of Carmine’s current state, so you can ‘rescue’ her from Pecharunt’s Malignant Chain and release her grasp on Pecharunt, Okidogi and Fezandipiti.”

“How do you know?!” Juliana gasped.

“I am from another dimension.” Florian explained. “Where I am from, these ancient Pokémon like ‘Great Tusk’, ‘Walking Wake’ and ‘Winged King’ that you have are replaced by futuristic Pokémon like ‘Iron Treads’, ‘Iron Leaves’ and ‘Iron Serpent’. In my world, you were the tyrant, Kieran, but you made these decisions by your own will, not by some mochi.”

“I-I was a m-monster?!” Kieran was left in denial.

“Exactly.” Florian continued. “This Terapagos I have by my side was caught by you, you used it against me, and when you Terastalized it, you tried to recall it, only for your Master Ball to shatter. All because I was the one who lied to you about Ogerpon.”

“How could you…” Gladys growled, angry that Florian was making her classmate vulnerable. “You’re playing with Kieran’s mind!”

“As I was investigating mysterious creatures in Area Zero, I was ambushed by Iron Leaves, Iron Boulder and Iron Crown. My Pokémon protected me and they were badly injured to the point that they had to be placed at a Pokémon center.” Florian kept going. “Only Terapagos was intact. And I took the elevator to the time machine placed by Professor Turo… and I traveled to your dimension, where I met Carmine as she was growling how she needs to get stronger.”

“Liar!” Juliana shouted, angry at Florian. “You played with Carmine!”

“I see that you do not believe me.” Florian never got angry, just kept a dark smile. “Then why don’t you battle me?”

Kieran stepped infront of Juliana, Gladys and Lacey and sent out Hydrapple.

“I’ll battle you.” He said, his voice no longer showing fear.

His black and purple hair was blowing in non-existant wind, the tie he is wearing with his Summer Uniform was getting loose and Hydrapple growled, its five Syrpent heads glaring at Florian.

“Very well.” Florian said. “Come, Terapagos. The Indigo Disk.”

Terapagos took the battlefield and transformed into its Terastal Form with its Tera Shift ability.

“Did it just… transform?” Kieran thought to himself. “I mustn’t be held back by fear. I have to do this… for Sis… for the entirety of Blueberry Academy.”

“Zen Headbutt.” Florian commanded.

“Syrup Bomb, Hydrapple!!” Kieran shouted.

Terapagos’ Zen headbutt dealt little damage while its Tera Shell made sure that Syrup Bomb dealt less damage, but Terapagos was caught off guard by Hydrapple’s Supersweet syrup.

“How many abilities does that Pokémon have?!” Juliana asked.

“You do have a Pokémon that has five abilities in the Ogre that Kieran talks about.” Gladys said, reminding Juliana of Ogerpon’s ability depending on the mask she wears.

“Oh… yeah.” Juliana was dumbstruck.

Kieran’s Hydrapple was lucky to land a critical with its five headed Fickle Beam, weakening Terapagos.

“I won…” Kieran thought, smiling to himself. “I finally won one battle… now I can save Sis…” “Don’t think this is the end.” Florian said as he took out a Tera Orb. His body was surrounded by Crystal. “You wish to know why Terapagos is called the Hidden Treasure of Area Zero. This… is why.”

More crystals appeared on Florian’s body as he charged his Tera Orb and tossed it at Terapagos, Terastalizing it to its Stellar Form.

“No way…” Lacey was terrified. “Is this…?”

“Its strongest form…” Gladys shook her head.

“We have to help Kieran! He can’t handle this alone!” Juliana shouted.

The three girls went to Kieran’s side and sent out their Pokémon, Wellspring Mask for Ogerpon, Arboliva for Gladys and Whimsicott for Lacey.

“Alright… Whimsicott! Tailwind!” Lacey commanded.

“Arboliva! Energy Ball!” Lacey shouted.

“Ogerpon! Low Sweep!” Juliana said.

“Hydrapple! Syrup Bomb!” Kieran called.

The battle was extremely long, since Terapagos would easily knock their Pokémon out with Tera Starstorm, create barriers with Terastal Energy and steal Terastal Energy. Gladys was out since Arboliva and Comfey were her only remaining Pokémon, Lacey was stuck with Galarian Slowbro, Primarina and Excadrill, Kieran was only able to use Lapras and Juliana was stuck with Walking Wake and Skeledirge.

Suddenly, the crystal slumbering on the bigger stone started glowing and floating to Kieran’s location.

“Huh?!” Kieran looked behind him in surprise.

The crystal awakened and another Terapagos landed infront of Kieran as it looked at him with confidence.

“So the other Terapagos woke up.” Florian said. “Well, this will be interesting.”

“Tera-Tera!” The recently awakened Terapagos looked at Kieran.

“You… want to battle with me?” Kieran shook his head in disbelief. “Of course. I’ll do what I can.”

Thanks to their new friend, the four students defeated Florian’s Terapagos, shattering its Stellar Terastalization and transforming it to its weak form.

Kieran looked at Florian and saw that he was about to disappear.

“Wait… don’t leave… how can I save my sis?” He said.

“It is up to you…” Florian said. “The only way to save Carmine… and the rest of Blueberry Academy… is by defeating Pecharunt… Take care… and… save Carmine…”

Kieran tried to reach his hand out to Florian, but he and his Terapagos disappeared.

“He’s gone…” Gladys said.

“He probably returned back to his home.” Juliana said. “Where he can be at peace.”

Kieran turned to the wild Terapagos. Smiling to himself, he gently tapped the small crystal turtle with a Pokéball, sealing it inside. The Pokéball twirled three times and clicked, meaning that he caught Terapagos, the Indigo Disk, the Hidden Treasure of Area Zero.

Suddenly, Juliana gets a message from an unknown origin on her Rotom Phone. After reading the message, she goes to Kieran.

“Kieran, we have to go to the Crystal Pool.” She said.

[thiefscant]

all's well that ends...

#THIEFSCANT;; an independent, selective, and private roleplay blog for ANAIS EVERNIGHT, my tav aka the PLAYER CHARACTER from baldur's gate 3. my name is bean (32, they/she) and i will be your guide! pls don’t hesitate to approach with questions or plot ideas. i'm here for it all!

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[sophieharris15638]

 I’m in between two options—sun louvres or fabric blinds. Guess which one I’m getting…

I’m back with another update on my quest to tame the unforgiving Wellington sun glare (and occasionally ferocious winds) without sacrificing the style of my indoor jungle. 

Since my last blog post, I’ve come across two main contenders: sun louvres and fabric blinds. Picking between the two has been trickier than I expected, especially when you factor in aesthetics, functionality, and good old Kiwi weather.

My best mate—who lives a few suburbs over—recently decided on fabric blinds for their house. They went for that airy, linen look which fits right into their Hamptons-inspired décor. 

One big plus was how easy the blind installation process was; they even got them motorised, so raising or lowering them is a matter of pressing a button (no more tangling cords around a cat or child!). My mate also liked the variety of shade fabric selection out there, meaning they could filter the sun just enough without plunging their living area into total darkness. It’s a good option if you want quick relief from glare, and it’s relatively straightforward compared to more extensive solutions like some architectural shading setups.

So, why am I hesitating? Well, while fabric blinds are excellent for interior comfort, I’ve realised I also need something that can handle the wild outdoors. I’ve got a small courtyard where I love to entertain, and I’m keen on eventually creating an outdoor living space that’s both functional and stylish. Fabric blinds would handle sun control indoors, sure—but might not stand up to the wind as well if I used them in an exterior sun shade capacity. I’ve seen a few outdoor blinds around town, and they can be pretty effective, but I’m a bit iffy on how they’d cope with Welly’s gusts unless they’re really robust.

Cue an innovative sun control solution—sun louvres, which I’ve discovered can be part of a broader sun control system for both indoors and out. They’re a more permanent fixture, often installed on the exterior of your home. I love that they can be angled to let in or keep out sunlight, helping regulate temperature and glare without giving up my lovely garden view. They also look quite modern, which suits my preference for clean lines and a contemporary aesthetic. Plus, they can integrate seamlessly with custom blinds indoors if I decide I need an extra layer of shading.

Now, I’ll admit: sun louvres aren’t the cheapest option on the block, and the process might be more involved than simply hanging up fabric blinds. But after chatting with a specialist at Louvretec NZ (recommended by a friend who’s as obsessed with home styling as I am), I’m starting to think the investment might be worth it. 

They explained how the louvres are designed to withstand wind while still letting the breeze flow through—perfect for ventilation in our sometimes-stuffy work-from-home environment. I also learned that sun louvres can help my home become more energy-efficient. I’ll read more about this, and I’ll share what I find here!

At this point, I’m weighing up the simplicity of fabric blinds versus the versatility of sun louvres. Both have their perks, and I’m still in the decision-making phase. 

But one thing’s for sure: I’m getting closer to a solution that’ll banish my midday glare woes and keep my beloved monstera from scorching. Stay tuned for more as I continue to explore the best ways to keep my home stylish, comfortable, and Kiwi-proof!

[starlingsrps]

what if he’s written mine on my upper thigh?

madame picard has agreed to let them stay.

but with conditions.

julie doesn’t know if the picards had owned the inn when alain and his partner had stayed two years ago but if so, they’ve clearly experienced some kind of salvation based on the number of biblical paintings peppering the walls. it had taken all of her hard earned diplomatic skills to soothe madame and convince her that while they were unmarried, julie remained pure as the driven snow (true a year ago, far less so now). it had been a mistake in booking and she would absolutely be having a stern talk with her scoundrel of a boyfriend and of course she would join madame for an evening rosary.

back in what was supposed to be their room, ari already has his shirt off, as though the extra seconds it would take for her to undo them would be unbearable torture.

“well, i have good news and bad news,” she says. “we can stay.”

“that’s good.”

“but you have to sleep across the hall.”

ari groans and reaches for his shirt. he shrugs into it, somehow managing to make the motion hostile, as though it’s the shirt’s fault that all of this is happening. “really, julie?”

“i couldn’t lie to her. she reminds me of my aunt louise.” she sits on the bed and gives it a little test bounce. “i told you fake rings wouldn’t go amiss.”

he buttons approximately two buttons, clearly deeming any more than that to be too much for a holiday. “and i’ve told you to stop making small talk with everyone.”

she stretches her arms and flops back against the pillows. “i small talked our way into not being kicked out.”

“she’ll think i kidnapped you for lewd purposes at this rate.”

he hasn’t shaved since before they left lyon. julie has always liked it when he doesn’t - he looks roguish. “you do look rather piratical today.”

ari looks at her over the edge of his glasses with a brow lifted. his eyes linger on her bare legs for a moment and then at the painting of the last supper over the bed. “well, there will be far less ravishing than planned at this rate.”

“now that does sound like lewd purposes.”

he bends down to kiss her in the slow, thorough way he has that makes her toes curl and her fingers sink into his hair. they kiss until she moans into his mouth and he pulls away. “as though you had any better ideas.”

she fights to not sound breathless. “i’m here for the ruins.” she slaps a hand on his chest to give him a push away when she’d rather pull him down instead. “abstinence is a virtue.”

“we’ll have to see about that, won’t we?”

they spend the afternoon walking around arles and have an early supper at a sidewalk cafe. this part, at least, is like the trip they had planned - a week in provence to relax and, well, ravish each other. madame picard is a bit of a road block but arles has plenty of narrow nooks and crannies for them to duck into to kiss in on their walk back to the inn.

once there, he goes upstairs and julie says the rosary with madame picard, thankful that it was drilled into her as a child so she can think about other things. she’s probably discovered some new level of hell by thinking about sex while in the middle of the joyful mysteries but she’ll worry about it later. once she’s freed, vowing to absolutely never do this again and with her left knee sore, julie heads upstairs. ari’s door is closed but there’s there’s a thin strip of light coming from underneath. she lets herself into her own room, kicking off her sandals and pulling her nightdress out of the drawer. she’ll wash her face and read on the sliver of balcony and she’ll sleep like a baby without ari draped across her, just to prove a point.

she absolutely hates sleeping without ari draped across her, though. they’re all but living together now and the nights she spends alone when he goes back to his own flat are miserable. still, she tries. the words on the pages of her mystery novel are swimming and she can’t remember who she’s supposed to be suspecting of murder in the first place.

no, she hates this and is up and across the hall before she can think about it twice. she raps on his door and lets herself in. he’s stretched out on the bed with a book and the windows open. he tilts back the cover and raises his eyebrows at her. “did you enjoy evening prayers, sister juliana?”

“oh shut up.”

ari laughs and holds out an arm for her to crawl in next to him. she nestles where she likes to be best, against his chest where she can see his book pages. she reads along sometimes but mostly just enjoys being close to him at rest like this. she doesn’t feel particularly restful at the moment and can’t focus on ts eliot in the slightest, especially when his lips brush over her hair.

“you’re not reading at all, are you?”

“not at all.” she presses her nose to his collarbone, where he smells like his soap and skin. he sighs and she feels the vibration of it low in his throat.

he looks down at her with the look she’s come to know and love over the past year. “what happened to abstinence is a virtue?”

“i’ve decided it’s very overrated and that you should ravish me right now.

the book is tossed on the night stand. “thank god,” he says, turning back to kissing her hard and deep. her fingers latch in his shirt to drag him down at the same time his hand wraps around the back of her neck to nudge her onto her back. he lifts his head for a moment and julie takes the moment to slip off his glasses so they don’t get crushed or lost. “we’re moving tomorrow.”

[thewifeybaker]

When Are You Most Happy?

Happiness can come from the simplest moments or the biggest milestones. For me, it’s all about the connections, accomplishments, and experiences that make life meaningful. Here are the moments when I feel most happy.

First, I’m at my happiest when I’m playing and bonding with my daughter. Whether we’re building blocks, watching her favorite shows, or just laughing over her little quirks, those moments are pure joy. It’s incredible how a child’s laughter can make everything else fade away. Her curiosity and energy remind me to slow down and appreciate the small things. Being with her isn’t just a happy moment—it’s my safe space.

I also feel deeply fulfilled when I accomplish a goal. It doesn’t matter if it’s something big or small—there’s this amazing feeling of pride and relief when I know I’ve achieved what I set out to do. It’s not just about the goal itself but the journey and effort it took to get there. These moments remind me of my own strength and push me to keep aiming higher.

Lastly, traveling outside the country is a different kind of happiness. There’s a thrill in exploring new places, tasting unfamiliar foods, and immersing myself in another culture. Travel makes me feel alive—it’s a mix of adventure, learning, and freedom. Every trip leaves me with memories that I treasure forever and stories I can’t wait to share.

For me, happiness is about being present—whether it’s in the laughter of my child, the sense of accomplishment from hard work, or the excitement of discovering the world. These moments make life worth it.

When are you most happy?

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Do You Know How a Simple Mobile App Can Transform Your Everyday Life?

By: Muhammad Kaif

Today, I had some free time, so I thought I'd write about a few useful apps. It was support week, and since I'm not very interested in sports, I decided to write something while everyone else was busy preparing for the games.

QIBLA COMPASS

Imagine you're traveling or in an unfamiliar place, and you need to pray but don't know the direction of the Qibla. Install this app on your mobile, turn on your location, and open the app. Place your phone flat on a surface, select the required option on the first launch, and a compass arrow will appear, guiding you to the Qibla direction. This app is essential for any Muslim traveler.

B-Manaic

If I were to describe this app in one sentence, it's a tool that helps you join the beta version of any app on the Play Store. Some people might not know what a beta version is. "Beta" means that when a company releases an update for an app, beta users are the first to receive it. For example, if a new update on WhatsApp allows tagging someone in your status, I would receive it first because I've joined the beta version. Beta versions are released for user testing before making the feature available to the general public.

Anatomy 3D Atlas

This app is highly beneficial for medical students. I've personally used it, and it has been extremely helpful in understanding anatomy. It's around 400 MB in size, but it lets you view 3D structures, making it an invaluable learning tool for medical studies.

Snap Edit

Snap Edit uses artificial intelligence to enhance your photos, similar to Remini. It can easily remove backgrounds and erase objects with a single click. If there's an unwanted element in your picture, you can remove it instantly. You can explore the app to discover more features.

Block Unknown Numbers

Most of our phones come with a Google dialer, where we can adjust the settings to block unknown calls. However, many assume that turning on these settings will block anyone who doesn’t have their number saved, but this isn't entirely true. Is there a way to automatically block numbers not saved in your contacts? Absolutely! Install the Block Unknown Numbers app, enable the first and third options, and you won’t receive calls from numbers that aren't saved in your contacts.

Written by: Muhammad Kaif

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Direct Download from the Play Store

You can download these apps directly from the Play Store, but if you don't want the hassle of searching for each one, I’ve compiled all the app links in one place. Just go to Google and search:

👉 Tecky Kaif

My website will appear at the top. Click on it, go to the post, and scroll down to find the download button. There, you’ll find the app page with all the apps listed, ready for you to download with a single click.

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