#all posts and information are fictional and for entertainment purposes only. this is not a real representation of ateez or KQ

[teezingsiyeon]

NAME: Lee Siyeon | 이시연

DATE OF BIRTH: December 8th, 1998

PLACE OF BIRTH: Daegu, South Korea

MAIN POSITION: Vocalist, Sub Rapper

NOTABLE POSITION: Lyricist

LANGUAGES: Korean (native), English (conversational), Japanese (conversational)

DEBUT DATE: October 24th 2018 (KQ Entertainment)

NICKNAME(S): signie, wifey, atz’s nuna, that girl from ateez, daughter of k-rock, atz’s poet, siyeon oppa

SPECIAL TALENTS: plays the electric guitar and piano, freestyle rapping, video game nerd, pokemon impressions

FACECLAIM: siyeon of dreamcatcher

copyright @ teezingsiyeon

[joeloverture]

hook 'em horny | j.m. x f!reader

masterlist : coach!joel masterlist pairing: college football coach!joel miller x reader summary: [no outbreak] seeking petty revenge on your cheating quarterback ex-boyfriend leads you somewhere you shouldn't be — and then it lands you over the knee of his coach. warnings: (18+ mdni, don't make me say it again.) cheating done by a referenced oc, briefest mention of drugs, porn barely garnished with plot, age gap (22/52), smut, unprotected piv sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, potentially dubcon by way of power imbalance but consent is enthusiastic, daddy kink, sir kink, 'punishment' spanking, degradation, praise, brat tamer!joel, dom!joel, joel spits on her ass but otherwise no butt stuff, mild choking, body writing, so many pet names of so many varieties, aftercare, surprisingly fluffy [no use of y/n] word count: 6.4k a/n: this is a crazy idea to have considering joel can hardly handle ellie. i don't think he'd be able to handle ~118 college-aged boys. however, the idea of football coach! joel is hot to me (i mean, seriously, look at those sluts on the sidelines) so i made it happen. on a serious note, i am so sorry to the unnamed university this is based on. i toured you. i'm legacy. but... joel miller. let's make it clear this is for entertainment purposes only. this is a fictional work about fictional people that does not reflect the school itself, which is a fine institution whose head coaches historically do not fuck students in the locker rooms. shoutout to my dad who, unknowing what this information would be used for, explained to me how he snuck into this stadium 3x. don't do that, either.

You can’t even remember the last time you made a good decision.

Your track record definitely isn’t the cleanest: you chose to go to school in Texas, and then chose to stay there for four years. Choosing to go to that frat party in late junior year wasn’t your brightest moment, either, evidenced by the resulting hangover from hell and, predictably, frat flu. All things considered, those choices pale in comparison to hooking up with their all-star quarterback, Lucas Scott.

Dirty-blonde, blue-eyed, muscled Lucas Scott. He’s the sort of guy who looks like an eight when you’re looking at him after a few shots of tequila and a four when you’re sober. The sort of guy who, after over a year of dating, makes you split the bill halfway after ordering the more expensive entree. Crowned as the most efficient, precise, and instinctive quarterback the Longhorns have ever had. Apparently that instinct hadn’t been enough to drive him away from dipping his wick in every sorority girl’s candle wax. 

No matter how much post-orgasm Lucas panted into his ear that he loved you, you weren’t stupid enough to trick yourself into believing it. Staying with him was the easier choice, not yet wanting to reduce yourself to locker room talk. Walking in on him sloppily fucking some redhead nursing major was the breaking point. When it became less about you and more about your dignity.

So, yeah, you’ve never been one for making good decisions, and you certainly aren’t about to start now.

You thought breaking into the stadium would be some sort of monumental task. Trespassing here was normally reserved for campus rooftops and after-hours exploration, but once you’d gotten this batshit crazy idea in your head, you knew it wasn’t going to shake until you at least proved it couldn’t be done.

The open garage at the back of the building doesn’t help to deter you. It’s like there’s a welcome-mat outside saying, ‘Come on in and get what you deserve!’.

Who would you be to decline such a sincere invitation?

The garage is empty apart from some cushy golf carts, and the steel door behind them couldn’t be more tempting. If it’s locked, you tell yourself, you’ll go back to the dorm and forget about your incident of near-trespassing. 

You take small steps to the door, testing the handle. It springs right open, and all thoughts of leaving dissipate from your mind.

Who leaves the garage open and forgets to lock the door? Probably people with just as little between their ears (and legs) as Lucas. You scoff in half-disbelief, half-luck as you close the door behind you.

The energy feels stagnant this late at night, no announcer on the loudspeaker or swarms of burnt orange hats and T-shirts standing shoulder-to-shoulder. Industrial lights flicker above, their hums loud enough to make you wonder if you have tinnitus. Concrete lines the hallways, interrupted by a few silver-painted pipes arranged in a labyrinth up against the walls. A few security cameras are pointed at you. Before going any further, you pause to raise the hood of your Longhorns sweatshirt.

Even if you should be, you aren’t in much of a rush; you amble about, really taking in the sterile ambiance of the empty stadium. You turn a few corners, going in what feels like the right direction. You figure you’re getting closer when you spot what looks like it could be a security tower. Crouching behind a trash can, you wait it out, trying to peer through the untinted windows to figure out if there’s anyone in there at all. When you’ve determined it’s unmanned and let out a shallow exhale, you go back up to full posture and keep wandering around unsupervised.

You know you’re in the right place when you find your toes hovering over a red line painted on the oil-stained concrete: AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT. 

Bingo.

Crossing that line without really thinking about it, you stick to your (so far) tried and true method of going wherever feels the most promising until you’re standing in front of the two black doors you were looking for. The door’s handle is an obnoxiously large longhorn, and you quite literally have to hook ‘em to get inside.

You’re starting to understand where the rest of the university’s funding is going when you walk into the locker room. After dating Lucas for a year, you know the football team is full of itself, but the Longhorniness of it all is… excessive. There’s the silhouette of the logo glowing on the goddamn ceiling, and if the jerseys the players are wearing on their digital nameplates isn’t enough of an indicator of who they play for, every backlit locker has a drawer with, you guessed it: a longhorn painted at the center. A brown vinyl couch wraps around the front of the room in direct view of a powered down videoboard that you can only assume replays highlight reels.

You roll your eyes. Again, your track record with decision-making isn’t the best, because you chose a school who puts every penny towards sweaty frat boys with brain damage from the amount of concussions they get.

And then you see it: a sign tacked onto the middle aisle of lockers that reads CORE VALUES. From top to bottom, HONESTY, TREAT WOMEN WITH RESPECT, NO DRUGS, NO STEALING, and NO WEAPONS. You have to physically clamp your jaw shut to restrict your laughter at the second one.

It doesn’t take you long to find what you’re looking for. Lucas Scott, #10.

His sweat-stained jersey hangs limply from the rack, and you eagerly tear it off, tossing it down onto the floor. Eager like a child ready to color outside the lines of a coloring book, you kneel down in front of it, pulling out the one thing you had prepared for tonight. A bold black Sharpie.

You pop the cap with your teeth, spitting it out somewhere on the floor as you start scribbling. Disguising your handwriting isn’t intentional, but you’re writing so carelessly and on such a foreign material that it comes naturally. Your tongue sticks out of the corner of your mouth as you work. In a year and a half, you’d never felt such satisfaction about — and certainly not from  — Lucas.

TWO PUMP CHUMP along the side. FIVE INCHES FULL MAST on the other. CHEATER at the bottom. WHORE across the front.

A throat clears behind you. You drop the Sharpie, a blot of ink forming on the mesh. You startle backwards, scooting until your back hits that stupid longhorn drawer. You’re expecting a janitor, maybe a security guard if you’re extra unlucky. 

That isn’t the worst of your options, apparently, because when you look up, it’s at Joel fucking Miller, head coach of the longhorn’s football team.

Your lower lip starts trembling, and that moment is when you decide maybe you need to start making good decisions. You’ve heard enough about Joel from Lucas to know he’s a total hardass. He could drag you by the ear to the dean and have you kicked out at the tail end of your second to last semester in this hellhole.

He glares down at you with his head cocked, hazel eyes far darker than they ever seem on TV. His scruff stipples his hardened jawline, lips thinned out like the worry lines pressed onto his forehead. If you were interested in digging yourself any deeper, you might stall to think about how good he looks: the faint trail of chest hair vanishing down into the neckline of his longhorns polo shirt, his fitted khakis, broad leather belt slung around his waist, and the slight bulge of tummy above it. You swallow hard and kick yourself for it.

“What exactly,” Coach Miller drawls, voice syrupy and sticky. “do ya think you’re doin’?”

Your mouth moves, but no words come out. He doesn’t seem very amused, his muscled arms crossing over his wide torso.

Joel shakes his head. “Ain’t a good look for you, hun, scrawlin’ that chicken scratch all over my QB’s jersey. Could get a real ugly charge for that.”

Heart crashing into your ribcage, you bite down on your lip. “I can pay the damages,” you blurt out.

He sizes you up all over again, eyes dragging up and down your body. They linger on your chest for a few extra seconds that you’re convinced that you just made up. “Can you, sugar? ‘Cause to me, looks like you’re the type to be chasin’ tips at whatever joint hires you.”

You don’t have the bandwidth to be as offended as you should be, especially because he’s right. You settle for glowering at him instead. A huff of laughter pinches out of him. “You give everyone you vandalize that blue look? Or is that lil’ number jus’ because you found out Lucas really ain’t that loyal?” With ease, Joel bulldozes over whatever thinning resolve you have remaining. 

“What’s that sign over there say? ‘Treat women with respect’?” You say. Joel’s backlit like all of those over budgeted lockers behind him. You squint your eyes. “You know that’s fucking bullshit. So what if I give him a taste of his own medicine when he’s been a minute man for every girl with a pulse on this campus?” You cap your Sharpie and clip it back onto your collar and get to your feet. So much for good decisions. “Fuck right off with that.”

“Hey, hey. Down, hun.” Joel holds his hands out to you, and you notice just how heavily you’ve been breathing, just how close you are to him. “Never said you were wrong. Kid’s a fuck up in all sorts ‘a ways. But I don’t like how you’re mouthin’ off at me, Miss Priss. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in dire need of a spankin’ to set you right.”

Your breath cuts short and your cunt bottoms out without your permission. You don’t need a mirror to know your eyes just went glassy, your lips parted as your mouth goes desert dry. As discreetly as you can manage, you squeeze your thighs together.

Joel doesn’t miss it. You can tell from the moment his brows raise and his eyes sparkle, the corner of his mouth picking up a smidge. “Oh, yeah? That do somethin’ for ya, hun? Nasty little girl.” There’s a dangerous, uneven grit to his voice that has arousal burning like a candle in your stomach, the wax of your arousal syrupy against your thighs already. 

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. Fuck.

“No,” you breathe out stubbornly, but you’ve already given yourself away, even to yourself. The insides of your thighs are molten, twitching with every throb of your clit between your legs. That flush of warmth from your pelvis is spreading, overheating.

Joel tuts. “You really think that? You can whine all you want ‘bout wantin’ respect, but at the end ‘a the day, you just wanna be treated like some whore, huh?” And, yeah, he has you figured out, has you in the palm of his hand. Even though you have no idea what someone like him could do to someone like you, you want him to do it. You want to find out. “I’ll tell ya what, sugar, you walk outta here right now and nobody but me’s gonna know you came pitchin’ a hissy fit in my locker room.”

You frown at that, a small arc of your pouty lips that has Joel’s eyes gleaming.

“Or,” he says. “You can pull those wet fuckin’ panties down – don’t gimme that look, I know they are – and I can give ya a real lesson in respect.” He shrugs, hands going to his waist as he looks you up and down.

He knows he has you the same way you know, but you aren’t just going to give in that easily. You flare your nose and counter, “If there’s nothing keeping me here other than a firm hand, why should I stay?”

He’s looking at you like he wants to take you apart. His fingers jump against his hips for the opportunity to break you down. 

“Sweetness,” Joel shakes his head as if it’s obvious. “if you let me, I could make you feel good. I’m guessin’ you got some vibrator sittin’ in the back of your desk drawer to use when your roommate’s out ‘n about, but you don’t wanna use that tonight, do ya? You want the real thing, hun, and I’d give it to ya real nice once I teach ya to behave.”

There it is again: Coach Joel Miller has you all figured out. Every syllable he says is doomed to send another shiver up your spine, and damn it, fuck playing coy.

You’re too busy tearing off your hoodie to think about how unsexily dressed you are, but the rushed nature of your actions punches a chuckle out of Joel. “Eager thing.” You’re halfway through kicking your shoes and leggings off when he saunters over to the couch, plopping down on the edge and patting his broad, khaki-covered thigh. Your mouth waters when you look back and see just how much the fabric strains against his leg. “Whenever you’re ready, hun.”

You waddle over to him, stripped down to the basics of your sports bra and everyday panties. It’s the furthest thing from erotic, but the way he’s looking at you isn’t. It’s primal and ravenous, enough to have you forgetting all about how you’d even gotten there in the first place. He licks his lips as he trails his eyes all over you, darkening a couple of shades when he looks at your cleavage. “Lucas is a fuckin’ idiot, baby.”

“Knew that already,” you mumble.

He pats his thigh again, bounces his leg. “C’mon, over my knee like the good girl I know you can be. Hurry up and I’ll only give ya five.”

You shuffle forward, relishing in the rubbing of your thighs that comes from it. He’s sitting on the corner of the couch at the perfect angle for you to rest your head on the arm. It doesn’t take any more convincing for you to put yourself over his lap, not that he needed to do much in the first place. You feel so much smaller than him. Your ass is up for him to do whatever he’d like to; it’s a tantalizing feeling you hadn’t gotten out of any intimacy – if you could call it that — with Lucas.

“Mmmmmm,” Joel groans as he runs a hand between your legs. He rubs at your slit through the soaked gusset of your panties. You can’t stop the way your hips buck, or the pitiful shout that jumps off your lips when he pins you down by the small of your back, robbing you of any friction. Between one arousal-riddled breath and the next, Joel tugs your panties off and flings them to the side. You know how it feels, tacky and cold on your core and thighs, so you can only imagine how it must look. Joel gives you a pretty good idea when he reveres, “Goddamn, pretty cunt is throbbin’ for it.”

He pulls apart your folds and you think you hear him lick his lips above you before he lets them go. The schlick noise your dripping pussy makes is nothing less than pornographic. Joel gropes you carefully, kneads the skin of your ass like you have all the time in the world. Under his ministrations, it’s easy to melt into the couch, forgetting why you’re there in the first place until his palm cracks down on your ass cheek.

The stinging impact has a slurred hnnnngh leaving your lips, and a fresh gush of wetness between your legs to accompany it. You keep your head tucked into the sanctuary of your folded arms, eyes squeezed shut so tight you swear you’re seeing stars. Joel’s quick to rub the spanked patch of skin, his palm soothing his ache. “That’s one, baby.” You nod into your arms. “Think you can take four more?” Another nod.

“I need to hear ya, hun. C’mon, head up f’me.” He taps the side of your cheek, and you prop your cheek up on your forearm. “Think you can take four more?” he repeats.

Your voice hitches, courtesy of the beating that echoes in your chest and between your legs. “Y-yes…” 

When the second hit lands, you don’t expect it. You flinch away from his hand when it comes down with a clap that leaves you squirming in his lap. “Yes, what?”

“Yes sir,” you whine out, back arching. Although a punishment, that spank has the same effect as the last: a live wire of arousal strung from your spine to your cunt.

“Takin’ it well,” he praises, squeezing your ass cheeks together. “Sure didn’t expect anyone to come crawlin’ in when I left that garage open, ‘specially not some slut like you with an ass that needs a spankin’ six ways to Sunday.” Just as quick as he can build you up, he can take you down a notch, but you can’t mind when it has you moaning all the same. “Oh, she likes that,” Joel clicks.

He rubs your ass again, and you’re bracing yourself for that next strike, pulled stiff with an arousing, anticipatory sort of fear. Only when you convince yourself it isn’t coming do you let all of that tension flood out of your body — and that’s when Joel smacks his hand across your far-too-trustworthy ass.

You cry out, pouting over your shoulder at Joel, who has a proud smirk drawn all over his face. You don’t even feel your hips rocking down, seeking whatever pleasure you can get until he reprimands, “Ruttin’ against my fuckin’ leg, now, huh? Don’t pretend you don’t like this.”

With a particularly good grind of your hips, you feel his bulge pressing into your thigh. From a mere graze alone, you can tell it’s huge. A whimper tears out of you at the same time he groans above you. “You got nothin’ to prove, ain’t gonna change the fact you’re a slut who needs to get spanked ‘n stuffed to talk ‘er into behavin’ a bit.”

“Can’t even follow your own rules,” you huff, apparently still interested in shooting yourself in the foot even when Coach Miller has you ass-up over his knee. 

“Don’t see how you care…” Joel slides a hand down between your legs. He rubs at your clit, an intense pressure that has you wanting more and less all at the same time, before dragging a thick finger across your opening. Arousal squelches between your legs and your hips jump – a dead giveaway to just how turned on you are, whether you like it or not. “when it gets you this turned on,” he finishes. Then that same finger is prodding at your mouth, glistening with your wetness. You whimper before tasting yourself, sucking obediently on his finger until he pulls away with a pop.

You sulk, “Don’t act like I can’t feel you ripping a hole in your jeans, Miller–”

The fourth spank is the hardest by far. The skin of your ass feels bitten by Joel’s ‘firm hand’. It’s the kind of hit that makes your legs kick in his lap and your fingers clutch in the couch’s arm for purchase. You wail, “Daddy!” Pain disappears from your mind when you realize what exactly you just said, quickly replaced by the churning coolant of embarrassment. If you were paying attention to anything else other than the shame suddenly inhabiting your chest, you might’ve been able to feel the twitch of his cock in his pants.

“Daddy, huh?” Joel hums, rubbing your hurt ass with one hand while the other strokes your shoulder. You bury your face back in your arms as an apology takes shape in the back of your throat. “Lucas your daddy, too?”

“No!” You squeak, adjusting in his lap. The hood of your clit catches on the rough material of Joel’s pants. Unable to stop yourself, you hump his knee again, shallow rolls of your hips. You can still feel his hardness against you. Needily, you tip your head up, panting as foggy pleasure hangs over your head. 

“Stop makin’ a mess of daddy’s dress pants, baby, unless you wanna be on your knees, lickin’ it up.” You keen, and he chuckles knowingly. “Shoulda known, little whore like you gets off on that.” 

Joel gives you a longer reprieve between the fourth and fifth spank. Instead, he strokes your ass and asks, “One more gonna be enough to set you straight, sweetheart?”

“Y..yes daddy,” you whimper. He hums in approval.

You shift back and forth, waiting for it to come — and when it does, it’s softer. It’s by no means a love pat, but it pales in comparison to his previous work. You still sniffle, squeezing your thighs together as he coos, “I know, I know. Poor baby, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Can’t be on her high horse when she’s over Daddy’s knee.” Gentle, he pats your ass and guides you on all fours at the edge of the couch. He hums in approval. “See? Not throwin’ a hissy fit anymore. She’s all nice ‘n obedient when you get ‘er to act right.”

Joel spreads your pussy with his thumbs, and you hear the vulgar noise of him collecting his saliva before you feel his spit landing on your clenching hole. You’ve never felt so empty, not when your bottom drawer vibrator is buzzing against your core, definitely not when Lucas fucks you in the same old missionary. Whimpering for him, you arch your back to try to rub against his crotch.

“Quit your whinin’,” he snips, his thumb finding your clit in one swipe. Joel’s touch is firm, but not too firm, just enough to make your hips push down with a need only he’s ever made you feel. 

Without warning, his middle finger slides inside of you, thick and calloused and so, so right. “Fuckin’... tight.” Another slides in as he starts scissoring you open, apparently satisfied enough when he crooks his fingers deep in your cunt. Instantly, he catches that spongy spot that you can never reach on your own. You nearly crumple with the sensation, limbs going weak and buckling. “That the spot?” he asks, but he already knows.

“Mhm,” you moan, chin instinctively tucking against your chest as if you can get away from the pleasure he’s giving you, as if you’d ever want to.

Then — he stops.

His fingers sit heavy inside of you, so close to where you need them to go. “What the fuck, Joel?” 

"Baby, s’that how you get what you want?” He rubs your thigh with his free hand and gives it a quick swat. “Help daddy out, tight girl. I'm not just gonna let you get away with bein’ a spoiled brat. Work yourself on my fingers."

You’re putty in the palm of his hand – malleable, docile for him to treat or mistreat you however gets him hard. You whine, punching your hips back nonetheless. Grinding down, down, down, your cunt unresisting when he gives you another finger. It’s crude, the way you moan for him.

Even though he’s hardly doing anything, just the hand you’re getting yourself off on, that all-consuming strain in your body only gets stronger. “Daddy – close, please…”

 “Attagirl, atta-fuckin’-girl, give it to me.” He rewards you with a press of his fingers against that golden spot inside of you. Your orgasm splinters through you, an ecstasy-charged mist fanning over your body. Your release runs down Joel’s hand and your thighs with every clench of your cunt, like you’ve been skinned and set ablaze by your own desire. You fall forward on the couch, no longer able to hold yourself up, arms a tangled mess as you gasp into the cushion. “You come so pretty, baby. Messy pussy, too. Soaked me up to my goddamn elbow.”

You’re still reeling from the best orgasm you’ve had in months, maybe ever, when you hear obscene slurping noises from behind you. You cast a look at him, your arousal returning with a vigor at the sight of Joel sucking his fingers clean. He groans at the taste, and you swear you see his cock jump in his khakis. Stomach warped with desire, you’re about to plummet off of the very dangerous edge of doing just about anything for him right now.

“Please fuck me, daddy,” you plead, and in any other position, with any other person, it might be mortifying, something worth clutching your pearls over. But this is Coach Joel Miller, the last person you ever expected to be fucking, giving you the best fuck you never expected.

“There’s those manners,” Joel praises, leaning over you to press a brief kiss to your shoulder blade. You can smell your release on his lips, a sweet smell that’s so distinctly you. He eases off of you, presumably to take off his pants. There’s the shuffling of fabric, and when he returns to your side, you’re disappointed to find he hasn’t even unbuckled his belt.

You pout at him again, still desperate to get your way. Eye-level with his bulge, you’re salivating over it. You had made a mess of his dress pants, a wet spot formed just above his knee, taunting you. You lick your lips. 

“Think it’s only fair,” he says, looming over you. He’s holding the Sharpie you’d brought along with you. Your brows furrow as you look up at him through your lashes. “If I give ya the same treatment you gave his jersey.” His gaze is cocky as he pops the cap with his thumb, giving the marker a twirl.

Oh.

It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does. Nothing about this should turn you on as much as it does, yet here you are, in a puddle of your own sweat and cum, itching for the next thing he gives you. And if it’s marking up your body before he fucks your brains out, so be it.

He nudges his head, gesturing for you to get down on your stomach. You lift your knees up and flatten yourself out on the cushions. The vinyl sticks and pulls from your skin as you get where he wants you. A soft, surprised noise leaves you when he straddles your thighs, his clothed cock nudging at your seam.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe out, because it’s the only phrase you can think of that even holds a candle to what all of this has become. 

A laugh fans out from under his breath as he starts at your freshly spanked, raw ass. The Sharpie is cold and foreign, tugging at your skin as he inks you up. “Gotta make sure you match before I dick you down, don’t I? What is it you wrote on his jersey? ‘Whore’? Between the two ‘a ya, I woulda put my money on you for that one.”

If that wasn’t enough indication, you figure out what he’s doing by the time he gets to the right cheek, what feels like an ‘R’ taking shape across your ass. He finishes the ‘E’ and sets down the Sharpie for a moment, his meaty palms spreading your ass. It still thrums with the afterglow of his spanking. You don’t think you can throb any more than you already are, but then he spits on you for the second time that night, this time landing it on your puckered asshole. A gasp flutters from your lips as you grind down into the couch, his spit dripping down your folds.

“See? Real whorish, fuckin’ my couch.” He taps your ass for good measure. “Asshole makes a perfect fuckin’ ‘O’, baby. Looks a whole lot better than that chicken scratch shit you put on his jersey.” You think maybe, just maybe, he’ll dismount you and pull his cock out, but instead he keeps writing, scribbling on your back and upper thighs. Every pull of your skin under the bleeding ink has you aching for him.

When he’s content with his work, he lifts off of you, hands fumbling to undo his belt. It snaps apart, dangling open around his waist as his hands open up his khakis. “You let Lucas fuck that sweet lil’ cunt raw?” he asks.

“No, I don’t,” you admit, unable to tear your eyes away from his cock as he pulls it out, and fuck you. Your eyes don’t even feel big enough to take all of him in, and you have no idea how you’re going to fit him between your legs. You almost go cross-eyed at the sight of it, his head leaking precum.

“Thought so. You gonna let me fuck it raw?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe out, drool pooling in your mouth at the thought of having him inside of you, having him inside of you bare. Yet another thing you never gave to Lucas in a year of disappointing sex, but are eagerly giving up to Joel. 

“Gotta be a real nasty slut,” Joel says, returning to his place atop your thighs, his thick ones framing yours. Your breath hitches when you feel the weight of his cock gliding through your ass cheeks and down to your cunt. “to let your ex-boyfriend’s coach bareback ya in the locker room.” A heady gasp tears from you when the head of his cock bumps your clit. He teases you — his cock, slippery with a combination of your arousal, skating from your clit to your spasming opening, not quite nudging in.

“Daddy, please – I need it… need you to fuck me, fuck me–”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer.

When he pushes in, it knocks the air out of your lungs. The only proof that you’re still breathing is when you let out a pitchy, desperate moan. Joel grunts, teeth gritted as he flattens himself down against your spine so he can roll his hips into yours. The pain of his size becomes an afterthought just as quickly as the pain of your spanking, dwarfed by the pleasure he gives you just as easily. 

“Fuuuuck,” Joel groans, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and shoulder. Inch at a time, he works you open, grinding his hips into your opening. “Could you be any goddamn tighter?” He bites at your neck from behind with every rock of his hips into yours until he bottoms out.

“Big,” is all you manage to squeak out as he hauls you back on his cock, already prodding your g-spot with his head. Your eyes roll back as you clench around him. 

His fingers go up to run circles around your shoulder, soothing you, grounding you when his cock has you anything but. “Mmm, I know, I know. You can take it. All whores can.” With that, Joel starts fucking you, really fucking you, a punishing, relentless pace where he pulls out entirely before filling you to the brim. Each snap of his hips into yours fills the locker room with shameless sounds, the mere background to your depraved moans.

“Never had your pussy stretched by a man double your age before, huh?”

“N–no! Never… never had my pussy stretched mu…much at all–”

Joel slams into you, laughs at the strained noise that you make. “Yeah? Those dumbfucks on my team not doin’ it for ya, baby?” You don’t answer, don’t think he’s expecting one until his hand wraps around your front, forearm pressed firm against your tits. His thick hand wraps lightly around your neck, jostling you. It’s not hard enough to blur your vision, but just hard enough to remind you of the power he has over you. The power you allow him to have. It’s invigorating. Everything about him is. 

Moans spurt out of you as you fumble to answer, “No da– daddy! You — ah! — do it for m–me!” 

“And what do you say for that? For goin’ outta my way to show you what a real fuck is?”

“Thank you, Daddy!” you cry out. You’re spilling down his thighs, the wet suction of your pussy around his cock making noises more vulgar than you’ve ever heard in porn.

His hand squeezes again at your neck, and you feel floaty, a bubble just waiting to pop. Pleasure dances in every one of your veins, every nerve ending burning like a match that he keeps striking ablaze.

“There you go, desperate slut just needs a freshly spanked ass, a good dickin’ down, and a hand ‘round her throat to behave.” Joel’s pace stays just as harsh, crushing your g-spot with his cock. “Should keep you back here for when we lose, tie you to the goddamn desk. Let my staff take turns with you, see how much crybaby you have left in ya when a dozen men’s loads are drippin’ outta your reamed fuckin’ cunt. Bet you like it when men use you.” The whine that almost gags you on its way out is enough to confirm it.

If he keeps talking to you and the wind blows the right way on your clit, you know you’ll be coming. You’re wringing out his cock with every flutter of your pulsing pussy. The beginning embers of your orgasm turn into a wildfire when he wedges his free hand down between your legs, rubbing messy circles into your sloppy clit. “Fuck, please, please, please,” you sob out, too riddled with pleasure to care about how pathetic you sound or look as you hump his hand while he pounds you.

“Can feel you squeezin’ me, baby.” Joel rasps, nipping at your ear. The hand around your throat falls fully to your chest, pressing you solid against him so he can fuck deeper, deeper, deeper. It’s enough to make you scream, hands clawing and scratching down his muscular grip on you. “C’mon, hun, give it to me, come on my cock, fuck.”

With another thrust, he has you pushed right down onto his fingers, rubbing and flicking you every which way. It’s all you need to come undone, your second orgasm of the night unlatching through you like something forked and angry, battering your sore limbs until there’s nothing left of it or you. You’re a mess, spit oozing down your chin as you slur “thank you daddy” like a broken record, thighs clamping around nothing.

Joel groans as you clench around his cock and continues his relentless pace, hips slapping against yours. The hand he’d been using to rub your clit migrates to your tits, grazing and then thumbing and then tugging lightly your nipples. “There it is, told ya you could be a good girl. Lettin’ your daddy use this cunt to get off, lettin’ me use you. I’m fuckin’ close, baby, where do you want me?”

And you want it even if you shouldn’t, want his cum deep inside of you, want it to leak out into your panties as you walk back to your dorm. You’re still no good at making decisions, too fucked out to tell right from left when you beg, “I–inside, fuck, come inside me, daddy, please.”

Joel practically growls at that, thrusts losing their steadiness as his hips jump and he hurtles towards his release. “Yeah, you’re a goddamn whore, beggin’ for this cum. And you’re gonna fuckin’ take it, yeah… fuckin’ take it.” He slams all the way into you for the last time before shooting his cum into your cunt, swearing and moaning. Breathing like he’s run a mile, he goes slack on top of you, pets the back of your head while he comes down from the exhilaration of his high.

With a gentle kiss to your shoulder, he rises, and the fantasy is over. His cock slips from your pussy, and you feel hollow with the loss. This is where he tucks himself back into his pants, runs a hand back through his hair, tells you to never show your face in his stadium again, and shoves you out the door.

And he does: tucks his softening cock into his boxers, zips up his khakis, does his belt, tames his post-sex head of hair. You wince even if you expected it, leaning down over the edge of the couch to grab your hoodie, already moving to tug it over your head.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” Joel asks, and his tone sounds much more different than the first time he’d asked you. He sounds offended. You blink confusedly, dazedly at him with your arms halfway through the armholes. “Let me clean you up, hun.” Joel side-steps the pile of your leggings and shoes, adjusting the hoodie on your arms and pulling it down your torso. “I know Lucas ain’t done you right, but you deserve to be taken care of, pretty girl.” Your heart pinches in a way that it shouldn’t, not for a hookup with your ex-boyfriend’s coach.

You shift, and he can’t help but look back between your legs where his cum escapes your hole. He manages to pry his eyes away, but not without licking his lips first. “I’ll be right back, baby. Promise.”

When he’s back, it’s with a damp rag. He crouches down in front of you, taking it to the apex of your thighs and wiping away the combination of your releases, careful not to nudge your sensitive clit. He kisses your thigh gently before pulling back, folding the towel on the arm of the couch you’d been crying into just a few minutes ago.

Joel shimmies your ruined panties up your thighs, followed by your leggings. You let him, breath cut like a snipped wire from the sheer intimacy of it all, intimacy you’d lacked with Lucas even after a year of trying. You’d stayed with him for comfortability at your own expense. How stupid could you have been?

Joel pats your knee, eyes soft and weirdly sincere as he looks at you. “I’m sorry about Lucas, honey, but I meant it when I said you deserve to be taken care of.” He rubs the back of his neck before holding something out to you. A business card, his work number plastered in bold sans-serif font across the bottom. “I know this is in reverse ‘n all, but I’d really like to take you out and treat you right, if you’ll let me.”

Saying yes is your first good decision in a while.

[starlight--writings]

Oops - Part Two

Max Verstappen x Female!Vettel!Reader

Summary: Max and Y/N had their relationship outed online and Y/N has been facing some serious backlash. However, Y/N is mainly unphased and proudly posts pictures of her boyfriends while trying to keep her protective father and boyfriend clam. She also gives Lando the green light to post all of the pictures he has of them together. Part One

Warnings: Swearing, people being rude.

A/N: Y/N is adopted, set in 2019/2020, no covid au bc ew no. Face claim is Sabrina Carpenter and the side/back of Kelly Piquet’s head.

DISCLAIMER: I do not know any if the people in this work of fiction. This is purely created for entertainment purposes only!

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BREAKING! New released picture confirms the rumours about a relationship between Max Verstappen and Y/N Vettel.

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Fanaccount1 Great another spoiled stay at home girlfriend 🙄

Fan_account2 Does she even have a job???

Fanaccount_3xo Good for her!!

Fanaccount4 He's 3 years older than her, how is even this allowed?

Fanaccount_55 Gold digger!!

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Y/N_vettel5

📍Oxford University, Oxford

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The study life stops for nothing ☕

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Since our relationship is public information I thought I would share these pictures of my girlfriend. Y/N is by far the kindest and sweetest person on the planet and I love her. She laughs at all of my jokes and does the most to make me happy. I am proud to call her my girlfriend.

The things that people are saying about her and our relationship is honesty disgusting. Just because I am well known due to my job does not mean that you can publicly talk about my relationship. Anymore horrid comments will not be tolerated.

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Y/N_vettel5

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I have known Max for a few years now after spending my school breaks with my papa at the races. We hit is off quite well after spending a lot of 2017/2018 running from the Drive To Survive filming. Since then we grew very close.

He is absolutely the love of my life and the greatest person I know. He has supported me through everything and he is my absolute best friend. He visits me at uni during breaks and always makes an effort for me. And now I can finally share some of my favourite pictures of him.

Ps: Yes, I am definitely the most insufferable person in my uni hall. On the upside, I'm always invited to the Sunday race lunches with the guys 😂😂

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Landonorris

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Despite everything that has been said surrounding their relationship, Y/N has told me that I could make a post. I'm so glad I can finally share these. Be hold, Mad Max being a softie for his girlfriend! I'm so happy for you guys and I'm glad you don't have to sneak around anymore.

Ps: Rude/mean comments will not be tolerated. Their relationship is nothing to do with anyone but them.

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Y/N_vettel5 I can't believe 2/3 of these pics are of me and Max kissing!

Maxverstappen33 At least we aren't drunk in these ones

Landonorris I forgot about those photos 😈

Y/N _vettel5 Oh sweet Jesus

Danielricardo Ah so the rumours are true! So glad you got a girl Max.

Maxverstappen33 Thanks mate!

Sebastianvettel These are lovely pictures landonorris

Fanaccount At least Lando isn't afraid to have his comments on unlike the 'happy couple'

Fan_account_6 This is PR relationships at their finest!!!!

Charles_leclerc Now Y/N has someone else to steal hats and jackets from now.

Sebastianvettel I still feel like I won't be getting some things back.

Y/N_vettel I have no idea what you are talking about😁

Lewishamilton So happy for you guys!

[smellslikechahnspirit]

Chaos 🕸🤍 - part 2

[You found out you're pregnant, but are too scared to tell him]

Bang Chan x Reader

🕸🤍 read guide lines in Masterlist!

THIS IS (OBVIOUSLY) ALL FICTION AND IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY! THIS IS MY PERCEPTION OF HOW I THINK SKZ WOULD BEHAVE IN SITUATIONS LIKE THIS AKA, NOT REAL.

''Please y/n...could you sit down with me for a second so we can talk about this?'' He already had such a hectic day and he didn't expect you to come home to this kind of chaos.

Felix walked out of the bathroom. ''Y/n is pregnant.'' he said very soft. But even though he said it soflty you both were instantly quiet. You looked at Felix, shocked, not believing what he just said.

''How dare you?'' You started tearing up again. Chris was so confused, and looked at the both of you, back and forth. ''Well, someone had to, and you clearly weren't going to any time soon. I know it wasn't up to me to say it, but I cannot stand seeing you both argue any longer. You're both stressed enough as it is. It had to be done.''

Right after he said that he left through the front door. Leaving you two alone.

''Baby, are you for real right now? You're really pregnant?'' You finally calmed down a bit, cuz the big secret was out now anyways. You nodded. ''I'm sorry for not telling you first, I just didn't know what to do.''. ''It's alright baby.'' He finally grabbed you tightly in his arms and stroked your hair.

After a while of you both just standing there he went down on his knees, kneeling so his face was near your tummy. ''So were really having a little one aren't we?'' You looked at him surprised.

''Wait, really? You want to keep it?'' You looked excited yet concerned, due to how much work it would be. ''Ofcourse I want to keep it baby, it's ours. I know it'll be hard, but we can figure it out, just like everything. I want to be the father of your children.''

You pulled him back up towards your face and kissed him. Afterwards you both smiled and he hold onto your belly softly. ''Now, should we go to the hospital, to see how our little one is doing?''. You nodded and both of you went on your way. 

[04:12 PM]

''And do you guys want to know the gender yet....oh what a second.'', the doctor said, sounding a little amazed by what he saw on the screen.

''Is everything okay?''. Chris hold your hand tight, worried there might be complications. You looked at him with fear too.

''No everything is alright, but...it looks likes there's 2. You're having twins!''. You two instantly looked at each other overwhelmed.

''Oh no....I got it wrong.''. As the doctor said that Chris looked slightly relieved, since he obviously had 7 ''kids'' already.

''You're actually having triplets!''. You couldn't believe your ears and were amazed by this new information, while Chris was now passed out on the floor.

''Hahaha well, this is gonna be one hell of a journey I guess.''.

...Masterlist...

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[regarding-stories]

Terry Pratchett, "Going Postal"

Sir Terry wrote many a great series, continuing many great characters. And yet, had I to name the Discworld novel I enjoy the most, "Going Postal" would probably be it. It isn't the start of a great series, even though it features a fantastic protagonist. But if it had never had a sequel it would have been a towering achievement all by itself.

Yes, it's that good.

Paced well, threaded thoroughly

"Going Postal" is, at its heart, the story of a con. Kind of, sort of. It's the story of a scoundrel using his talent for escalation and his way with people to a purpose we can empathize with. It's the story of somebody cheating themselves into becoming a better person.

As such, it's incredibly well-paced.

Another thread in the story is an unraveling mystery about how the post office, the center piece of the story, got into its current state. This would normally require a lot of exposition but is woven gradually into the first half of the book, presented without tiring the reader.

In a completely bizarre fashion, another thread is the evolution of telecommunications, wrapped into clockwork, no less. It's a side aspect, but deep and well explored.

They come together as a heady and entertaining mix, never letting the more cerebral aspects spoil the sheer fun of empathizing with a character who is impostor syndrome personified due to his history of being an impostor. It's a story built around "fake it until you make it" beginning to end. And it works!

Detail under the hood

I said bizarre, and I mean it. Pterry delved into how telecommunications works once you automate it, and fascinatingly so. I'm a telecoms engineer by profession, and this aspect of the book shines.

In order to communicate reliably you need an established protocol, what can be said and in what fashion, to minimize the overhead of understanding the message and correcting errors. Terry went as far as including the idea of a message or protocol header, additional or "meta" information that travels with the message. Just like the sender and return address of a letter are not part of the letter itself but meant for the postal system transporting it, every message sent over Terry's fictional "clacks" or every packet sent over the internet carries additional information telling the system how to handle it - how to route it to its destination, what to do in case of problems, how to prioritize it.

The explanations in the book nail it, they are simple enough to be understood, they make sense, and they fit into the story. That's a masterful feat!

The whole thing is then contrasted with the charms and ills of the precursor, the postal system, for which the author also shows quite some affection. If this was the history of the US, this would be the contrast between post office and mail coach on one side and the "singing wire," the telegraph, on the other side. Again, putting them side to side and in competition, the elements of the story mesh incredibly well.

A rounded novel

Now add a sub-story about golems in it, an idea begun in "Feet of Clay" and you get surprisingly deep world-building elements meshing together and serving a story that is both simple and complex and has all the properties of a great Discworld story.

It also expands on ideas posed in earlier books. The Watch novels introduced the idea of communicating with semaphores, and eventually the idea of clacks - but only "Going Postal" puts it together for good. As mentioned, the idea of golem emancipation started much earlier, but we catch it now as it reaches a stage where the honeymoon is over and the long slog through the institutions, or rather into the heart of the populace, is well underway.

Beyond that, the book is full of Ankh Morpork staples... the Watch, the priesthood, the Wizards and the Library, the newspaper, a rent-a-horse stable, Lord Vetinary's ways of ruling an unrulable city... The book oozes charm and completeness all around. Ankh-Morpork feel alive.

Which makes for two sad facts.

First, its sequels can never recapture the charm. "Making Money" tries to capture the madness of the world of banks and the ideas behind money but never quite manages to leave the world of satire and become real. Maybe the ideas behind it were too... unreal... if you think about it. And "Raising Steam" is an epilogue, a book about one of Terry's passions, less a dramatic novel and more like a love letter. And yet... seeing the characters again makes you read them, and there's still good in these books.

Second, there's a live action adaptation. Mine came on two discs. The first disc made me super happy. Great actors, great delivery. The second disc disappointed me thoroughly. The producers figured nobody would understand the actual story of the books and began simplifying things. They did not, in my opinion, do that well. In this way they marred an adaptation that had probably the most potential of all live action versions of Discworld books. Sir Terry always found a good middle ground of reaching his readers. The movie serves as testament that trying to make everything easily consumable can create an unappetizing mess. But that's just me, maybe.

Still, just like the dead linesmen may travel on the clacks, this book is for the ages. I will probably reread it for a long time until it falls apart and beyond.

[internetgiraffekid1673]

What the Hell is Wizard101 (and Pirate101)

I'm making this post for the lovely @ellazimmermansblog, who is very sweet and wants to actually have half a clue what's going on in the fandom that I'm in but she's not. And oh sweet cheese and crackers. You asked for it. I tried to leave this in the comments. I really did. This is gonna get long, so feel free to read this in chunks or disregard it or just read it whenever you get the time.

Genre:

Wizard101 is a JRPG or junior-role-playing game that's also an MMO or Massive Multiplayer Online game that was big in the 2010s. In case you don't know what those are:

A JRPG is a game where you basically play as the protagonist of a middle grade fantasy/adventure story, meaning the target audience is usually 7-13. Think Pokemon or Kingdom Hearts.

An MMO is a game where everybody who plays the game is playing at the same time, in the same world. You can always interact with other players and are heavily encouraged to team up and collobarate.

While it is advertised as "free to play," it's only free for like the first hour or so of playtime. You can do the tutorial and like two other areas before you have to fork over some cash for a membership.

Basic Story:

Anyway, the spoiler-free story of Wizard101 is that you are a young Wizard enrolled in Ravenwood School of Magic by Headmaster Ambrose. He found you magically transported from "a strange world that doesn't believe in magic" (read: Earth). He believes you may be "the one we've been searching for." After doing a personality quiz to decide which school of magic you belong to, your enrollment is immediately crashed by Malistaire Drake. He used to be the Professor for the Death School, until his wife fell ill and he went mad with grief and turned evil trying to bring her back.

After beating up your would-be teacher, you learn that he's been unleashing scores of undead onto Wizard City, mind-controlling people, is going after major infrastructure, and is just being a dick in general because he's eeeeeeeeviiiiil. Ambrose turns you loose in the streets to help a number of other student NPCs save the city and do general damage control.

The main story of Arc 1 basically has you trekking after Malistaire like a lunatic, cleaning up his messes and trying to stop him from breaking the world apart while he attempts to ressurect his wife. This is where me and my brother J-Dog are at in our playthrough.

But there are 4 arcs, and the story continues WELL after you mop up the Malistaire problem. It's basically the Young Wizard saving the spiral from major threat after major threat, trekking through quirky worlds willy-nilly, and meeting a massive and entertaining cast of NPCs, all with different motivations and sidequests and problems for you to solve (or cause).

Each world in the spiral is also kind of an analogy for a real life place or a popular fictional story, but you replace all the humans with anthropomorphic animals (I'm really not sure why this game isn't more popular with furries). Marleybone, for example, which is where my brother and I are right now, is analagous to Victorian era England and populated by a bunch of stiff-upper-lipped dogs that nobody likes, mutliple crime rings of cats, and a contingent of Irish foxes that only appear in the less-popular but very good companion game: Pirate101 (I'll get to that).

That's the most basic I can make the gist, but there's still a lot of other basic information that might matter when I talk about it, so I'll put that under a cut!

Magic Basics:

The 7 main schools of magic that you can play as, and what they're general purpose/ability is are as follows:

Storm: Hit things really hard in exchange for a low accuracy rate and lower base HP. Glass cannons basically. This is what I'm playing as.

Fire: Also hitting things, but focuses more on damage-over-time spells that kill your enemies slowly.

Ice: Damage Sponge. They have the highest natural health pool, access to some decent spells early on to reduce damage, and even have a taunt spell that can draw enemy fire onto them (this isn't very useful in practice from what I've heard).

Those are the three elemental schools. The next three are spirit schools.

Life: Healers. What did you expect? They're the only class with the ability to heal other players. They get a high health pool, really good accuracy, and a lot of healing spells, but they're less good at hitting things and dealing damage. This is what J-Dog is playing as.

Myth: Summons. You can summon lots of different minions to help you out. From what I understand, each minion plays slightly differently and you're supposed to build different strategies around what they give you.

Death: Drains. Stealing health from the enemy basically. A lot of their spells will hit the enemy really hard, and then give half of that back to you. Because of the capability to hurt and heal in the same turn, they're the best to solo the game with.

And finally there is a school that lives in between Elemental and Spiritual:

Balance: battlefield control. They have a lot of damage increasers and damage reducers, and have the capability to mess with the powers of any of the other schools.

While each class does have it's unique and specific niche, they do all have the same main function: summon a monster to hit your enemy. All the combat in the game is done in a summoning circle where you take turns summoning monsters to hit each other. Each side can have up to 4 allies at a time (are we sensing a number theme yet).

Each enemy in the game has an assigned school that they belong to. Casting spells from the same school as them does less damage, while spells from the opposite school are stronger. Opposites are as follows:

Life and Death

Fire and Ice

Myth and Storm

Balance is a special snowflake that has no opposite :)

Your ability to cast spells depends on your Mana, which can be restored with blue wisps of magic floating around the world. Your ability to not be dead depends on your health, which can be restored with red health wisps.

Most spells that you cast, especially damaging spells, have a chance to "fizzle" or fail to cast. It's like missing in a pokemon game. This is the bane of every player's existence.

There are also Astral Schools later that do other things, but I ain't got there yet, so it's whatever.

Extracurriculars:

There are a number of other fun things you can do in Wizard101 that don't involve saving the world:

PvP: player versus player combat! Get the shit beaten out of you by people with more time and money! For fun! Beat the shit out of other people and win arena tickets, which can buy you cool prizes like better gear!

Pets: You can have a number of adorable little animal companions that, if you take good care of, will help you in combat! Some of them cast spells on their own, some of them give you extra spells to cast, some of them have passive abilities that increase your strength, and all of them will get more helpful the more you train them. You train them via minigames, like teaching them to dance or having them eat snacks off a stage or FIRING THEM OUT OF CANONS (amongst other questionable activities).

Gardening: Take care of the weirdest assortment of magical plants you've ever seen, in exchange for harvesting them for money and crafting ingredients and treasure cards and stuff. All of them are puns btw. Like. I have laugh-o-dils, despairagus, baby carrots (literal screaming baby carrots in diapers), and dandelions (which have actual lion faces) to name a few.

Fishing: Pull weird magical pun-based fish out of the water and sell them for exorbitant amounts of cash or stick them in your aquarium or something!

Monstrology: Study various creature types by killing them a lot until you become an expert and can either summon them as minions, stick them in your house, or just get EXTRA good at killing them.

Crafting: Use natural ingredients you found across the spiral (reagents) to make better gear yourself!

There's also photomancy, but that's just a glorified screenshot feature and we all know it.

NPCs:

Me and everybody else who plays this game is fucking obsessed with all of the non-player characters in both games. There are so many of them though, and they're so different from each other, that you're better off just asking who's who every time I post about one.

Pirate101:

While the Wizard is off being a tragic chosen one saving the spiral from various world-ending threats, there are other adventures going on underneath their nose! Pirate101 takes place at the same time and in the same universe as Wizard101, but never interacts beyond vague references.

The basic spoiler-free plot of this one is that you are a young orphan who got thrown into prison after crossing the Clockwork Armada, a tyrannical army of steampunk clockwork robots who want to conquer the world and end our God Given Right to steal shiny things (and also suppress free will or something. Idk. I never got that far).

You're broken out of jail by eccentric pirate captain Boochbeard and his monkey first mate Mr. Gandry, drag a fellow captive along with you, beat up one of the high-ranking members of the Armada, and are taken to the pirate safe haven of skull island. You're introduced to it's steward, the successful and retired pirate Captain Avery, who immediately enlists you as his errand boy/girl/goblin thing. You meet one of the first companions of your crew, Bonnie Anne, and together you run some turncoat sharks out of town.

After proving yourself to Avery and getting swindled out of a real ship, you basically spend the rest of the game chasing after untold gold and riches, beating up the Clockwork Armada, and helping out unfortunate souls where you can.

The critical difference between wizard and pirate though: The wizard makes temporary NPC acquaintances and even a few true friends, but they're always left to fight alone with just themselves (and a few other wizards if you're playing the game multiplayer, as intended). Meanwhile, the pirate is collecting ragtag companions for their motley crew like they're pokemon cards. Some of them are looking for adventure, others money, others freedom or a new life, and a lot of them just feel like they owe you because you beat them up.

All of these NPCs join your crew and you can have up to 3 of them in a fight with you, in addition to a pet. They all have highly entertainig personalities and different sets of abilities that are useful in different scenarios.

Pirate101's combat is much more up close and personal, playing more like chess where you have a bunch of different pieces that you have to strategically move around to hit different attacks with.

The different classes of pirate, which are determined by which crime got you in jail at the beginning of the game, are as follows:

Musketeers (my fave): guns and traps. The idea is that you don't have to get too close with them.

Witchdoctor: magic! They function sort of similarly to wizards in wizard101, but they can also hit things over the head with their staff and get stabbed, so no they don't.

Privateers: Healing, boosting, and commanding other pirates

Bucanners: Big sword that hits one thing very hard (and also big defense) at the cost of more agility and freedom to move.

Swashbuckler: Also hitting things, but less defense and health in exchange for more agility.

Pirate101 also has ship combat. While Wizard has convenient magical teleporters to move you between worlds, Pirate101 said "get in your boat and drive there yourself." You basically fire canonballs at each other until one ship gets damaged so badly it stops moving and gets boarded, at which point you transition to regular combat.

Pirate101 is in general, the neglected younger sibling. Kingsisle doesn't pay a quarter as much attention to Pirate, but it's still really good.

Apart from the companions and the combat, the biggest difference in pirate is probably your lack of supervision. You don't constantly have people glaring over your shoulder and telling you what to do, you just have a ragtag gang of misfits and a general order to "get money, don't die, and don't be a dick." The pirates get to be very chaotic in comparison to the wizards.

Holy mackeral, that was a lot. Anyway, I played both games a lot as a kid and spent my summer allowance on memberships for them. Now that I have an adult brain and adult money and am a lot better at video games, I have returned to enjoy them again, and I am dragging my brother along with me (don't worry, he's having fun too).

I highly recommend that you play them both, they're very fun. But this post should be a good guideline if you don't want to put that much investment into it, but still want to have half a clue what I'm talking about when I bring up either game. Thanks so much for asking!

[downbadspanishlad]

I really wanted to see what all the fictional languages of the BG3 cast looked like, so I spent way too much time making this post to show what each character's name looks like in the languages they speak/read/write.

Before anything, I want to make it clear that I had to heavily consult Google, the Baldur's Gate 3 fan wiki, and the Forgotten Realms fan wiki.

I also want to make it clear that I do not claim authorship nor ownership of any of the fonts I  used to make this. I used this Middle Ages font for the main name title of each character. 

Every other font used will have embed links in order to provide proper credit and in case anyone wants to use them. This is a post for entertainment purposes only.

Fonts used:

Olde Thorass for Common

Espruar for Elvish

While Astarion could arguably know one more language, I have no clue as to what it could possibly be (which is why I'm only showing 2 for him).

Font used:

Olde Thorass for Common and Chondathan/Illuskan

In addition to Common, Gale would probably speak either Chondathan (a language spoken in Waterdeep) or Illuskan (a language spoken in northern Faerûn). Both of these languages (like Common) use the Thorass writing system.

Fonts used:

Olde Thorass for Common

Barazhad for Abyssal

Infernal Script for Infernal and Abyssal

While humans are able to speak an additional language (aside from Common), I have no resources to help narrow down what specific language Wyll would speak alongside it. However, since he's a warlock and warlocks can at least *read* the languages of their patrons in order to cast spells, I chose to include Wyll's name written in the Barazhad and Infernal writing systems since Mizora is a a cambion (and cambions speak Common, Abyssal, and Infernal).

NOTE: I couldn't find an actual font for Infernal so I instead chose to copy and paste the letters from the wiki. I did the same thing for Karlach's name in Infernal too.

Fonts used:

Olde Thorass for Common

Espruar for Elvish

Olde Dethek for Sharan

Shadowheart is a high half-elf so she's able to speak Common, Elvish, and one additional language. Because of this (and her Sharan background), I chose to show what her name would look like in the Dethek writing system (the writing system the Sharan language uses).

Olde Thorass for Common

Tir'su for Gith

To my knowledge, Githyanki are only able to speak Common and Gith. This was a challenge since I couldn't download the font on my phone so I had to instead use the font as a guide. If you do decide to type in Gith, please remember that Lae'zel speaks the Githyanki dialect (there are two subraces of Gith that each have their own dialect of the Gith language: Githyanki and Githzerai. Both dialects are written differently). The link to the Gith font explains their writing differences.

Olde Thorass for Common

Infernal Script for Infernal

Tieflings only speak Common and Infernal so those are the languages that Karlach has her name written in.

Old Thorass for Common

Espruar for Elvish

Being an elf, Halsin is able to speak an additional language (alongside Common and Elvish). However, I was unable to find any information that could hint to a language he could potentially speak alongside them (aside from Druidic), so that's why his name is only written in those two.

Fonts used:

Olde Thorass for Common

Espruar for Elvish and Undercommon

Being a Lolth sworn drow, Minthara is able to speak Common, Elvish, and Undercommon.

Olde Thorass for Common and Chondathan

Espruar for Elvish

Being a half-elf, Jaheira is able to speak Common, Elvish, and one more language (not including Druidic). Given that she is from the nation of Tethyr, it is likely that her third language would be Chondathan (the language of most Tethyrians).

Font used:

Olde Thorass for Common

According to Minsc's wiki, he speaks Common and the language of Miniature Giant Space Hamster. Only one of these languages has a known writing system.

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[hyunlixsbbygirl]

♡︎A Sweet Confession

After months of being called 'Yongbok' by Changbin, Jeongin finally confronts the older about his incessant mistake. What he wasn't expecting was for Changbin to confess that he had feelings for Felix but was too shy to admit it - instead of punishing his hyung for the mistake, Jeongin decides to help him confess to Felix and hopefully put a stop to the mistake once and for all.

──❥ pairing: changbin x felix

──❥ length: 2.5k

──❥ warnings: idol au, friends to lovers, slight angst, fluff, mutual pining

──❥ note: the characters don't represent real idols; this is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only. this in no way represents nor reflects real life. this work has been cross posted to ao3 under the username thishippiekid.

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"Yah, Yongb... ugh Jeonginnie, Chan needs you in the recording studio." Changbin calls from the doorway of the dance studio. The younger rolled his eyes < He did it again. This is the fourth time this week that he almost called me by the wrong name > he thought as he stood from his seat on the floor next to Seungmin where they had just got done watching over their practice video from earlier. "You did it again hyung, for the last time I'm not Yongbok hyung!" he whined as he softly padded towards the door. 

"Sorry Innie, I just can't help it." the older shrugs as he's pushed past by the younger a little harsher than intended, "Woah, what's his problem?" Changbin asked once Jeongin was out of ear shot. "Really hyung? You've been calling him Yongbok for months now, it's like you forget he exists. It does hurt his feelings you know; once or twice might not be a big deal but it's been months." Seungmin informed the older with a hint of frustration laced in his otherwise calm tone of voice. 

Changbin ruffled his soft curls through his fingers trying to recall just how many times he'd messed up Jeongin's name recently; surely it wasn't that many times right? Seungmin could see the confusion plastered on the older's face, he didn't even know what he was doing. The younger shook his head before standing up and walking up to the older, giving him a gentle punch to his large bicep muscle to break him of the trance he got himself into. 

"Just try to be more conscious of who you're calling yeah?" the younger said, tilting his head to the side on the word 'yeah'. Changbin chuckles lightly, "You're starting to sound like Channie hyung, it's a little scary." Seungmin rolls his eyes and leaves the practice room, opting to head to his vocal coach instead of practicing the dance on his own. Changbin gets lost in his own thoughts; how could he not realize that he had been calling Jeongin by the wrong name for quite some time? It's not like he did it on purpose but why was he doing it? 

He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of the practice room door opening and a deep but angelic voice calling out him, "Binnie hyung? Binnie hyung! I thought you were coming right back after grabbing Jeongin." the voice sung out. Changbin's heart rate instantly increased and he felt the butterflies begin to flutter in the pit of his stomach, he turned around slowly and faced the smaller blonde haired boy that invaded his thoughts daily giving him a small smile. 

"Uh...just got d-distracted is all. Did Channie hyung send you to find me?" He asked, mentally slapping himself for using his cutesy voice that he usually saved for stay. Thankfully, the younger male didn't seem to notice as he just gave the older his signature smile that lit up the room and gave off a warm feeling like a summer's day as he walked over and hugged him. "Nope. When Innie walked into the studio without you I came to find you myself." Changbin smiled, Felix always had a way of making him feel tingly - in a good way. 

"Soooo what distracted you hmm?" the younger asked as he looked up with his deep chocolate eyes that still sparkled no matter where they were. "Nothing important, come on Bokkie - we should get back before Channie hyung starts getting mad that we aren't there." The older gently took hold of the younger's wrist and led him back towards the studio, his heart pounding the entire time while the younger simply followed not knowing the effect his existence had on the older. 

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One week later...

"Why do you keep calling me Yongbok?! Is it really that hard to tell us apart hyung?!" Jeongin yelled across the dance studio. He had been practicing with Changbin, Lee Know, and Seungmin when he was yet again called by the wrong name. Seungmin placed a hand on the younger's shoulder to keep calm while the oldest of the four simply chuckled at the scene playing out before him. "I said I was sorry! I don't know why I keep you calling you Yongbok okay? It's just the name that comes out." Changbin was rubbing his temples trying to force the younger member out of his mind so he could think more clearly.

Jeongin took a deep breath and gently removed Seungmin's hand before walking up the older member; "Is there something going on? Did you like have a fight with him or something?" he asked cautiously. Changbin really wasn't one to talk about his thoughts or feelings much unless it impacted the entire group - he didn't want to be seen as someone who couldn't handle his own emotions, so he usually just spent the energy in the gym instead. He knew, however, that this situation wouldn't be solved by just working out. 

Seungmin felt a certain tension in the air and decided it was his cue to grab the eldest and give them all a good break from rehearsing; "Hyung, let's take a break. Come get coffee with me so we can get back to practice." the older nodded subconsciously nodded and allowed himself to be dragged out of the room so the other two could talk without the attention. Changbin sighed in relief but knew that telling Jeongin about his...problem wasn't going to be so easy, it was a vulnerable situation he was getting himself into. 

"We didn't fight. In fact, we're closer than ever recently." Changbin shuffled his weight between each foot, that gnawing feeling rising in his stomach as his heart rate sped up like he was still dancing though he was now standing still. The younger noticed Changbin's body language and recognized what was going on; the older was nervous but not in a good way - he looked the same way Lee Know did before he finally confessed to liking Jisung actually. 

"Okay, so... did I do something to like make you mad or are you just mixing us up because our hair color is the same?" Jeongin tried to wrack his brain for any possible reason that would explain why the older couldn't get his name right. The older just shook his head, he wanted to tell the younger his reason but he couldn't force the words to come out. "Okay, then what is it? You know you can tell me. I may be the youngest member of the group but I can still be of some help." Jeongin patted the older on the back reassuringly. 

"If I tell you, you have to promise that you won't say anything." Changbin sighed deeply. The last thing he wanted to do was share his secret but he knew the tension between demanded this explanation so after taking a deep breath and watching the younger nod to indicate that he wouldn't repeat what was about to come he continued, "I keep calling you Yongbok because... he's always on my mind..." he hesitated a bit before continuing, "I...sort of am maybe...in love with him." 

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Ever since Changbin had told Jeongin his secret; the younger no longer cared about the fact that he was still being called Yongbok - he did however continue to think of ways to get the two alone together so maybe the older would be brave enough to just confess so this little habit of his would stop for good. It only took a week before the perfect opportunity presented itself; the three of them had been scheduled for dance rehearsal together for 6 hours without the others and while Jeongin was trying to come up with a way to leave the two older members alone, the power cut off. 

"Did we just lose power?" Felix asked from his position on the floor. They were two hours into their rehearsal and were taking a stretch break the lights turned off leaving them in a dim dance studio; just barely enough light to see each other but not enough to safely continue practicing. "I'll go see what's going on, you two stay here." Jeongin quickly chimed in. He stood and left the practice room but not before locking the door so no one would be able to interrupt them.

The two older members didn't say a word; Changbin was so focused on the fact that he had been left alone with his crush to say or even do anything and Felix was just taking this opportunity to do some of his rehabilitation exercises for his back - completely unaware that the older was struggling to keep his heart rate down. "Is it getting kind of cold in here or is it just me?" the younger male asked after about 15 minutes of them just sitting in silence.

"Uh, yeah it is kind of cold in here I guess." Changbin managed to reply, his voice laced with nerves. Felix could hear it, that slight difference in the older's voice. It was so unlike his usual way of speaking and threw him off a little, why was he nervous? "You okay Binnie? Is it the dark that's making you nervous?" the younger asked as he crawled over to Changbin who had his back pressed against the large mirror on the wall.

Changbin audibly gulped, what should he say? Should he lie and blame the lack of lighting for his nerves? Or should he just come out with the truth and confess his feelings? The older was so lost in his own mental conflict that he didn't notice Felix slide in next to him nor realize that the younger was reaching for his hand until he nearly jumped out of his skin upon feeling the younger's hand on his. Felix flinched slightly, the older never reacted like that to being touched before... could it be?

"Hyung... am I making you nervous?" Felix asked with a soft tone. While the younger didn't understand why he would be making him nervous, his heart almost sank when the older nodded. "Oh... did I do something wrong?" Changbin shook his head, he felt the younger start to slide his hand off and grabbed it back quickly; lacing their fingers together. "You didn't do anything wrong... I-" he hesitated. What if he confessed and the younger rejected him? How would they be able to just continue on like nothing had happened?

"You?" Felix urged as he subconsciously rubbed his thumb across the back of the older's hand soothingly. Changbin forced himself to turn and look the younger in the eyes; god he was so... pretty. The way his eyes sparkled even in the dark, his beautiful freckles that glittered his slightly rosy cheeks, his perfect pink lips that just looked kissable... it made Changbin's heart skip a beat. Before he could stop himself, Changbin leaned in towards Felix slowly.

Felix wasn't sure what was happening but seeing the older leaning in towards him only encouraged him to do the same - when they could no longer look at each other clearly, they both closed their eyes and slowly pressed their lips together in a soft kiss that had fireworks setting off in both their minds. Felix could feel the older hesitating still and took control of the situation; he brought his free hand up to hold the back of Changbin's neck as he moved his lips against his.

Changbin let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding as Felix took over the moment and pulled him closer; their lips moving in a soft dance of fondness while Changbin processed the fact that his crush was actually kissing him back. Feeling more brave and daring, Changbin wrapped his arms around the younger's slim waist pulling him onto his lap and earning him a soft whimper from the younger. Changbin smiled into the kiss as he licked across Felix's plump lower lip seeking permission to deepen their actions.

Felix giggled lightly as he gave Changbin just that; the two licking into each other's mouths hungrily as the older pulled Felix as close to his body as he possibly could. When the lack of oxygen became too much, the younger pulled away with giggling happily; the two sat panting and staring into each other's eyes until their breathing returned to normal. "This is why you were nervous? Because you like me?" The younger teased as he traced the pad of his thumb across the older's plump cheek.

Changbin nodded, "I've been in love with you for so long and I never in a million years thought you would like me back. When Innie left us alone, I knew I should confess to you but the thought of actually doing so made me want to crawl in a hole for the rest of my life." Felix gave the older his signature cutesy smile before pecking his lips softly, "Wait... is that why you kept calling Innie by my name? Because I'm all you think about to the point where you forget who you're talking to?"

The older blushed and gave the younger a sly smile, "You are such a dork" Felix teased. The two giggled lightly before Changbin reached up and moved a strand of Felix's hair out of his eyes so he could see them sparkle. "Well now you know my secret... do you like me back or should I prepare to be rejected?" Felix nearly fell backwards off of the older's lap laughing, "Do you really think I would have kissed you back if I didn't like you? Or didn't want you to be my boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend? You... wait what?!" Felix rolled his eyes and pulled Changbin back in for another love filled kiss. "Yes Binnie, boyfriend. As in I'm your boyfriend and you are my boyfriend." Changbin sighed out in relief and closed the distance between them once more, a smile plastered onto his face. "Thank God that worked, I was going to be so mad if my plan didn't end up working." Jeongin said from the door. Shortly after Felix confirmed their relationship, Jeongin had unlocked the door and snuck inside to see if his plan was going the way he hoped it would.

"Plan? Do you mean.... YOU TURNED THE LIGHTS OFF AND LEFT US ALONE SO I WOULD FINALLY CONFESS TO FELIX?!" Changbin yelled in surprise, Felix burst into laughter and rolled of the older's lap to allow him to get up and run over to the youngest. "IT NEEDED TO HAPPEN HYUNG! COME ON! SHOULDN'T YOU BE THANKING ME?!" The youngest asked as he held up both his hands just in case the older tried to hit him somewhere. "Thank you." Changbin said before starting to chase him around the studio.

"Yah! Babe, give it a rest. Come back and cuddle me, I'm still cold" Felix managed to say between laughing fits. Changbin, being whipped as he was, instantly left Jeongin alone to cuddle his new boyfriend and give him kisses on the head. "Just call me cupid" Jeongin said to himself as he watched the happy couple with a smile on his face...

[tango-of-the-tek]

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[readingsby-valentina]

Energy Check In 3/4/25

Hi everyone. I have a few things to say before I start this reading. Listen, I know the world is a dumpster fire. I know this blog can be an “escape” for a lot of you but I also want to remind you that I’m a very real human too. I’m a single woman who has a full time career that unfortunately comes first. Also a reminder that this is not a fan fiction for us to write. Just because I don’t talk about the negatives, doesn’t mean that they don’t exist. Harry and his soulmate are two very real people with real life issues just like all of us. I’m not gonna constantly sugar coat what isn’t always there. Also, one last thing! Should I post on other platforms? I’d like to stay anonymous (except y’all know my name!) but is Tumblr enough? Let me know.

Disclaimer: The following reading is for “entertainment” purposes. I’m a generational clairvoyant, not a fucking miracle worker, kay? I’m growing sick and tired of people twisting my words. None of this is confirmed information. Take everything I say with a grain of salt. At the end of the day, we can help bring them together by tapping in to our own greater understanding and being supportive.

Let’s start off with Harry because he’s been the topic of conversation as of late: Harry Harry Harry… I was worried about Harry when Liam passed. His energy immediately felt scared and quite frankly lonely. He has a great support system in family and friends but he felt like something was missing to lean on (or should I say a person?) but seeing him constantly return to Japan as a place to recenter makes complete sense. He’s traveling as a source of comfort and inspiration. He’s always writing and working tbh. If harry wasn’t working, I’d be concerned. But his destinations are very telling. He’s looking for his soulmate in places that remind him of them. His soul feels them in these places but he physically isn’t finding them. Cherry blossoms speak loudly. Running a marathon? AMAZING! He’s working on himself. He’s finding the best versions of himself to heal. I think he’s doing really well and I think Harry sprout is becoming a tree 🌳 He’s not a full grown tree though, not yet 😉

And for the SM, they’re a little more vague with what I’m seeing right now but I have the urge to give them a standing ovation because I feel their work ethic and it’s making me tired. They are putting in the effort to be the best in their career field. It’s not going unnoticed either. People see it and it’s refreshing. Don’t be alarmed of a burn out either because this feels very fated for them. They were meant to succeed at this exact point in time. It’s only up from here! A little different perspective is I see them yearning for a family right now. They keep seeing babies and children. I 100% respect if they don’t want to have children, but children are flocking to them right now. Subconsciously, maternal (or paternal depending on gender) vibes are radiating off of them. I wonder if this is to help prepare them for later in life? Food for thought.

Sorry if this wasn’t my best reading but you get what you get from me.

[deuterosapiens]

Well, this certainly has taken a turn for the interesting. Several turns, so no pretense, jumping into the very spoiler heavy examination of the section I've read tonight in Son of a Witch (yes, that title still makes me cringe, and chuckle, simultaneously).

We are done flash-backing, we are awake and events are starting to unfold!

Liir wakes up in a cottage with Candle, and Yackle is nowhere to be seen. I'm beginning to consider the distinct possibility that Yackle is: one of the Ozma Regents, grown old and dubious; Lurline/Kambrucia/the Nameless God (or an avatar thereof); an unknowable eldritch being whose purpose will never be clear; or, an avatar of Maguire's himself, a force whose sole purpose is to get plot events rolling (if this feels far-reaching, consider the purpose of Tom Bombadil in The Lord of the Rings, or the fictional Stephen King in The Dark Tower by the not fictional Stephen King; fantasy authors love this sort of thing!). Speculation on Yackle aside, Liir finds himself falling in love with Candle. As later developments will indicate, it's at least worth noting that he's not actually sure if love is what he's actually feeling for her.

It's always good to keep one's emotions up for interpretation and self-speculation.

Liir is reluctant to do so, but Candle convinces him to attend the Conference of Birds. This entire Conference is all sorts of awkward, as the Birds are looking to Liir to basically be a Savior to them, but Liir in very clear terms would like nothing to do with this. He considers the whole dragon thing to be not his problem, which would be find if the Liir in question hadn't had a bit of a dragon-related case of Boneitis (what, a Futurama joke in a post about the Wicked Sequel? It's more likely than you think!).

As it turns out, the aforementioned dragons are also responsible for the face-scraping incidents that opens the novel. This is part of a plot that's revealed later. Liir again considers this not his problem. Luckily, no one buys this and he is called out on his bullshit. Good. He's been a bit whiny lately.

He eventually agrees, doing so only because the Conference agrees to help him in his pursuit of Nor in exchange for him dealing with the dragon problem. He returns to Candle who reveals herself to be pregnant. He is quite clear in informing her that there's no conceivable way in hell for him to be the father because, hello, virgin. This isn't actually that big a reveal, as it's clearly stated to be a possibility when Candle shows up at the Mauntery, but it's certainly surprise to Liir.

Flustered, he makes his way to the Emerald City to do something about the dragon problem, and to recover Elphaba's broom. Here we meet again Trism von- okay, I'm actually going to look this name up again in the book for you because it is a resounding oof.

Okay, Trism bon Cavalish. We meet him again, go to a bar, get weirded out by an entertainer, go for a stroll. Trism attempts to murder Liir because of the Arson Incident. But he's mostly projecting because he, Trism bon Cavalish, also has guilt! At being manipulated by the Emperor of Oz into training dragons to act as enforcers of fear and loyalty to the Emerald City. Ooh, Ozian politics again.

Oh, and the Emperor, who rose to power in the background while Liir runs away to find himself spiritually and emotionally, who is more-or-less parading around as a divine ruler sent by the Unnamed God, to the surprise of no-one (except, I suppose, for myself, because it's two in the morning and my thoughts were elsewhere) is Shell. Ew. Liir is disgusted, I am disgusted.

DreamWorks, according to Trism, is wrong regarding dragon training. According to Trism, it involves whispered sweet-talking and mounting. Dead serious, his explanation of this is so weirdly sexualized that Liir himself does not take it seriously.

So Liir and Trism engage in dracocide. Then they flee the Emerald City. Then they stay at an inn together, with only one bed. Then Liir gets weird about the moon watching them. Then they fuck. Then I stopped reading because, again, it is two in the morning.

In no way whatsoever am I surprised that Liir's into guys. What surprised me was how forward he was with his intentions. I guess murdering dragons and helping the guy you spoke to exactly twice beforehand flee his miserable military life will embolden you in unexpected ways.

Anyone have any dragons they need slain? Asking for a friend.

So to wrap this up, we will likely be deposing Shell of his Emperor-hood soon. Hopefully, Nor will be found. We don't exactly have enough book left to be setting up some huge thing, so if someone else his Liir's mother than Elphaba, it would be perhaps in the book's best interest, for my sake, to keep that to itself. And I'm sure the intrigue of Candle's pregnancy will work itself out as well.

Noapte bună!

[theverumproject]

Story/WIP Tour Tag!

Thanks for the tag @topazadine

Luce, Dethra, Bluctro, Arushi and Zri’Kla shall guide us through this tour of their worlds!

This will be a longer post, so I'll put the tour below the cut. But to perhaps to gain some interest, here's the contents:

Verum I: The Awakening: Redville (Australia), The Basement, The secret government facility, Uncle Martin's Villa

Verum II: The Robotic Era (wip): The old farm, The Death Rings / The tunnels of Glasgow (Scotland), Arushi's home village, Deogarh (India), Jungles of Eastern India, Arushi's Camp, The Death Camps, Kotrul, Ke;Sanra, The Milkyway, The Solar System, Space stations, Cargo space ships, The Galactic Confederation / The Galactic Core

Tags: @creative-author @rivenantiqnerd @teamarine777

Verum I: The Awakening 

Redville, Australia

Luce: Redville was the town I spent my childhood in. It is somewhere north of Kalgoorlie, which is the closest bigger town, though there still are some quite many kilometers between the two. There's a forest next to our town, somebody planted it there once many many decades ago. I spent a lot of time there back when I still lived in Redville. My mom was good friends with the local veterinarian, sometimes I was allowed to help at the clinic a little. Funny thing, despite being a human, I myself was operated on in there once.

(Redville and it's forest are both fictional)

The Basement

Luce: Hidden inside the forest, there's a bunker that my father and I called the basement. It's where he taught me all about robotics and AI. We tried to create sentient life, but when we finally succeeded, he was already dead… Bluctro was the one that was born in there.

The secret government facility

Dethra: It was hidden somewhere deep within the Australian outback. It was Michael's, the father of Luce, workplace and where I was created. More specifically, it was one of many military bases, this one focused on creating a new weapon of war, me. Mike and I were a team for years, he eventually helped me out of there, but it cost him his own life. I killed everyone in there and burned the whole place down. Everybody eventually died, even if they weren't there at the moment. All the information that it held is gone. It and the place should never be rediscovered.

Uncle Martin's villa

Luce: Martin was the brother of my father. He was a rich business man, living somewhere near the northern, western coast of Australia. He helped us flee back when the government was still after us.

Verum II: The Robotic Era

The old farm

Bluctro: After we fled to Scotland, we made a little farm in the Highlands our new home. It was a good place to hide, we could sustain ourselves, grow food for Luce and even sell the food we grew to the nearest towns. The house wasn't a big one by any means, we also didn't use that much farm land, only for how much we needed for ourselves, which wasn't a lot, and to earn our money. We lived there for many years.

The Death Rings / The tunnels of Glasgow, Scotland

Bluctro: Hidden inside the tunnels of Glasgow reside some of the Death Rings that we seek out and destroy. Their purpose is to entertain cruel rich people and to kill members of the robotic population.

Arushi's home village

Arushi: I grew up in a small village of Odisha, an Indian state. I spent my childhood on my parents farm, where I, if I wasn't at school, usually spent my time looking after the sheep herd with our family dog, Chandra. Another place I liked was the cemetery where I used to look for human bones. It might sound weird, but it was what I was obsessed with as a child. I only got caught once!

Deogarh, India

Arushi: I moved to Deogarh to study anthropology. I started my studies young and also became a professor at a young age. Gods, I loved to teach at the University of Deogarh. Though there was an ugly side to the city. The hate against robots was especially strong there. You could see vandalization and hate speech on posters that were advertising bots everywhere. It made me sick. 

(The University is fictional)

Jungles of Eastern India

Arushi: The jungle was my home for the last two years. After me and O-5 had been kidnapped, tortured and with them being killed… with me committing mass murder as revenge, I couldn't return… I became a nomad, slowly traveling through Odisha's jungles, looking for the next camp to destroy.

Arushi's Camp

Arushi: I usually stay at one place for a while, until every last camp more or less near it has been destroyed. My current camp is inside a little cave behind a waterfall. You have to climb a little to reach it. There's a big hole on the ceiling, it reaches up quite a few meters. On a clear night, I can watch the stars. When it rains, I have a roof that I can set up quickly. The water drains into the little stream that exits the cave. I sleep and eat in the middle, below the hole. In front of my makeshift bed is the campfire, set up with a grill and pots whenever I need them. Further back in the cave, there are little pools of cool water, the water comes out from between the cracks in the stone, it even is cold on the hottest days, since it doesn't touch the surface. I use one of them as a fridge, where I keep my food inside little containers. The other one is my bath and source of water.

The Death Camps

Arushi: Death camps, like the one me and O-5 got taken to, are hidden within the jungles of Asia. Ever since O-5 got murdered by these people, I've been seeking them out. To save the ones that have been captured there and to kill the ones that took them.

Kotrul

Zri’Kla: Kotrul is the name of my home planet. It's one of the most beautiful planets known to the Galactic Confederation. The Planet is covered in giant trees, there's almost no area on the surface that isn't jungle. We don't have any seas like other planets, but we have many rivers and smaller lakes. Us Kotrulians have adapted to live in the trees, they are our homes. Our houses are built into them. We hollow the outer layers of the trees out while leaving the inner layers untouched, this way the trees can keep on living without any problems for millenia. Unlike most housings on other planets, our walls don't have any corners, they are round. At least the outer walls are. While the highway is on the ground, between trees, smaller and main roads are on the branches of the trees, connected by bridges.

Ke;Sanra

Zri’Kla: Ke;Sanra was the city I studied ship engineering in, at the university for robotics, engineering and programming. The entry lounge and secretary are on the lowest floor, then comes the many schooling rooms reaching a few stories high. At the very top are the living quarters of the students, also reaching a few stories high. There are exits and entries for the students and teachers on many floors, connecting to the roads. It would be impractical to only have one at the very bottom.

The Milkyway

Zri’Kla: The milkyway, as the humans call our galaxy, is the home of many different species. Most of them are either microbial, plant- and animal-like, but some of them are sapient, like us. Advanced sapient species are all part of the so-called Galactic Confederation. Except one, the Tapzians.

The Solar System

Zri’Kla: This particular star system is the home of the humans and many other species. It is one of many systems that we, as the Galactic confederation, hide and protect from the Tapzians. If we didn't, they would have long been destroyed. We hope to introduce the homo sapiens to the Galactic Confederation one day.

Space stations

Zri’Kla: There are many space stations throughout the galaxy, most of them belong to the GC. They are the work place of many people from all kinds of planets. After I finished my studies, I worked at one too. Until it got attacked by Tapzians. My will to become a soldier reached one hundred percent that day.

Cargo space ships

Zri’Kla: Like stations, most cargo ships also belong to the GC, with all kinds of people working there. Either temporarily, like I did as a soldier, or permanently. Ships are always the most likely to be attacked by Tapzians, since they carry important technology that they want.

The Galactic Confederation / The Galactic Core

Zri’Kla: The main HQ of the GC lies within the Galactic core. From the view of an earthling, it would probably appear like a palast. Vegetation, rivers and waterfalls surround it. The colors of the outer walls are white in the light spectrum. It is a majestic place, I had the honor to visit it a few times in my life.

[selfship-rp-finder]

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[stillcrazyin2023]

supernatural was only good because I was queer ~ a timeline

2013 me:

*watches supernatural, seasons 1 and 2 at a friend’s house for the very first time*

*tries not to let friends see me blushing

*it finally happened, a boy I’m genuinely attracted to, I guess I won’t die alone, maybe?*

2015 me:

*huddled in a blanket burrito at 3 am, 20 episodes into a day-long binge, fully steeped in every available spn soundtrack on YouTube, probably wearing a flannel under my blanket, crying over young dean’s ~trauma~*

*i just feel so much sympathy for this character*

*I relate so much to this fucking fictional character* *why do I relate so much to this broken goddamn character?*

***

*spends entire summer obsessing over this absolute wreck of a show*

*searches angsty spn fan art on Pinterest*

later 2015 me:

*walks around my college campus in hiking boots and a flannel-hoody-canvas jacket combo with a scowl on my face and rock music blaring in my ears*

*I just think he’s a good older sibling and I just want to emulate him so I can be a better older sibling to my younger sisters*

*searches dean-inspired outfits on Pinterest*

*learns about “coding” and “kinning”*

*chuckles to no one in particular, I’m so Dean-coded*

*stumbles upon the hillywood show*

*stumbles*

***

2016 me

*continues to obsess daily over Dean posts on Pinterest*

*I wish I could cut my hair*

*doesn’t*

2017 me

*still wearing five layers of flannel and a hoody at 3am*

*searches adult tomboy on pinterest*

*searches not boy not girl gender on pinterest*

*learns about non-binary gender identity*

*panics about not feeling real*

*what person would ever be attracted to a person who’s not a person?* (obviously a naive and uninformed take on my part, but my immediate reaction nevertheless)

*hides hair under a hoody and goes to strike best “blue steel” in the mirror at 3 am*

*feels giddy*

*takes selfie*

*good thing that’s out of my system*

2018 me

*tries dating a guy friend*

*breaks up after a week*

*friendship goes up in flames*

*starts watching lesbian bloggers for relationship advice*

2019 me

*regularly researches gender and sexuality terms and flags to remain informed as an ally*

*reads about comphet master doc on Reddit to better understand why I felt pressured as a straight woman to date my male friend*

*nods along, yes, i understand, even straight women experience comphet*

*unironically reads the first 5 chapters of Stone Butch Blues in order to better understand the lesbian identity and history*

*as an ally*

*a really good ally*

*hypothetically imagines self as Jess*

*for educational purposes*

*and like, allyship*

*cries*

*wants to cut hair*

*doesn’t*

2020 me

*if only I knew how long we would be out of the office, then I could try cutting my hair and have time to grow it back before returning to the office*

*rewatches seasons 1-6*

*watches lesbian couples vlogs “because they’re entertaining and I’m an ally, and I just really appreciate their healthy relationship”*

*downloads tiktok*

*entrenches self in queer tiktok*

*ally*

*watches tiktok claiming all lesbians are Dean-coded*

*pauses*

*scrolls*

*does not cut hair*

2021 me

*I’ve been out of the office long enough. I think I can finally cut my hair*

*feels at home in body*

*that’s neat*

***

*I need to be sure about this before I comes out*

*revisits Stone Butch Blues to make sure I’m sure*

2022 me

*hears about trash spn ending*

*hmm, i wonder why I liked such an objectively trash show in the first place*

also 2022 me: *is a raging masculine-of-center non-binary genderqueer butch lesbian*

Dean Winchester: *is subtextually (canonically) an angry, repressed, oblivious bi person, whose every inexplicably cringe action as a straight man makes 5000% more sense for someone struggling to reconcile queer masculinity without a blueprint*

[minervaepimetheus]

FNAF - "Personality"

Head canon / thoughts

This passage contains a lengthy amount of text. If you don't have time to read it now, please read it later or feel free to ignore it. <3

This is my first post BTW. :P

Before you argue about my thoughts in their appearance,

First of all, I notice that there are dozens of people who argue about the fifth missing children the most.

Most people believe Cassidy is likely depicted as a girl with black hair in pigtails, based on information from the logbook. However, I like to say that this is all fiction and theories!

You can decide for yourself which version of appearance and own behavior you think is accurate.

Even Scott Cawthon himself has not confirmed the appearances of all the missing children in the games, as many remain unknown.

Furthermore, the designs of the missing children vary greatly, with some influenced by novels and movies.

I respect all of your perspectives and beliefs about any missing children's design. I'm still unsure if the fifth missing child is mostly Cassidy. Most people say it's Luis, Sam, and other names that they can find in the logbook. People also believe in MatPat's theories; honestly, I enjoy his theories. :)!

This is made for fun and entertainment only!

At some point,

If we examine the animatronics in Five Nights at Freddy's (FNAF) 1, which features the main characters—Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy—people tend to portray them with some accuracy by doing research.

First and foremost, let's consider their species design. We all know that Freddy is the main character, so it makes sense that he would exhibit leadership qualities. What do bears symbolize? Strength. There is a whole personality profile about bears being peaceful, conflict-avoidant, and easygoing, which aligns with Freddy's character.

Bonnie, being a bunny, can be seen as shy. Chica, on the other hand, is often portrayed as gregarious and fearless, contrasting with the shyness often associated with other characters based on the "chicken personality." Lastly, Foxy embodies traits of cunning, playfulness, and slyness, just like a real fox.

(Wow I can't believe I am into that sort of things.) :/

Not to mention, the animatronic design's color is brown, which represents Freddy. This brown color symbolizes honesty, genuineness, and sincerity, along with calmness, sensitivity, warmth, and comfort. He is ENFJ btw xD.

For Bonnie, I like to think of him as a shade of blue. People say he is enthusiastic, sympathetic, communicative, compassionate, idealistic, sincere, and imaginative. Most people say that Bonnie will probably box the shit out of you. Ahaha, I don't mind, it suits still. He genuinely embodies the characteristics of an ISFP, as they are often friendly and creative, even if they can be shy. Despite this shyness, he also demonstrates a tough side, especially when faced with unhealthy situations.

*(^ But Bonnie is purple-)

The highlight color makes his color appear purple. If you pay attention to the FNAF movie, you'll notice this. Also, compare this Bonnie character to others to see the color difference!

Chica is yellow, a color that represents creativity, cheerfulness, fun-loving nature, optimism, and friendliness. Her personality type is predominantly ENFP. This characterization genuinely fits her! It needs to feel authentic. I’ve seen some ENFP characters that can be wild, but even among them, they can become obsessive about things they truly love, whether it’s a person or food—similar to how Chica is portrayed as loving pizza… Obviously.

Foxy represents traits such as being extroverted, optimistic, confident, courageous, action-oriented, and physically active. They are strong leaders, fast-paced thinkers, risk-takers, purposeful, driven, strong-willed, high-energy, competitive, and rational—absolutely foxy!

I believe that Fritz sounds like my brother, confused about INFP and ISTP. This means that Foxy is ISTP, while Fritz is INFP because I think Fritz can be imaginative due to his love for pirates. It sound like an unrealistic bold person. XD

You know that they say,

"Never underestimate the cunning of a pirate. Or a fox for that matter!" .

If you ask me this, what about golden Freddy? It's obvious, they rather be mysterious and don't frequently show up. He or they don't suit their species of being described as a bear itself being peacemaker, because they are mostly described as a vengeful spirit alongside a sorrowful spirit.

*^(You do realize that the movie Cassidy has something to do with their personality right? Or maybe Andrew from the FNAF book?

Good point.

Most missing children appear unexpressive and somewhat brainwashed by Afton. One of them seems manipulative, trying to gain Abby's trust. Does that mean spirits need to be expressive? It seems that spirits, especially those of missing children, come across as cold and aloof. They can be playful, but not around adults.

I like to think that Cassidy is likely to be cold and manipulative, yet passive-aggressive, hiding vengeful intentions.

(^Yes, they are literally young!)

Other people have portrayed the Golden Freddy child as similar to a Golden Retriever. I don’t mind you depicting the fifth missing child that way. Golden Retrievers tend to be loyal and cheerful, according to their yellow coloring. However, that doesn’t fit the Cassidy I see in this context. (In my perspective only.)

I think they are among the most unknown out there, being a design of Golden Freddy while also representing a mix of red and blue spirits. Oh, that's right—the blue and red spirits! It fits them alongside the animatronic yellow bear.

As you know, blue often represents emotional and sympathetic traits. These spirits can be imaginative, similar to Bonnie, but [Crying Child Name]'s personality fits the INFP type. As for Cassidy, an INTJ seems most suitable. (Also in my perspective only.)

In comparison to Jake and Andrew, Andrew is INTJ but has a similar function to ISTP? I'm uncertain about this but I can make another post if you ask! Jake is INFJ (Charlotte Emily is also an INFJ); I’m still unsure about those two. I see Jake as INFJ because he used to be imaginative, indicating an 'N' preference over 'S.' However, as he began to explore his past, does that mean he might possess an 'S' function? Could he possibly be ISFJ?

I still appreciate how they portrayed the Golden Freddy child as similar to an INTJ. However, I feel that Cassidy knew how to empathize with people because of [Crying Child's Name]. In fact, I see Cassidy as somewhat of a therapist for [Crying Child's Name], helping him manage his emotions and keep himself together.

What are your thoughts? (I feel like I am wasting my time on this.)