#and I've got something in the works to add

[holmoris]

I'm in a bad mood so I'm gonna break a 15-year-old nda which probably isn't even valid anymore: blorbo I designed from a canned-in-2008 ds/pc metroidvania (working title signal shift) about extremely incompetent von neumann probes attempting to colonize a planet, badly.

Also the map editor, which (along with the animation system) were my first major contributions to any game; even if it was an unfinished one. Shame you can't add videos in reblogs because i've got a ton of em that are way more interesting than these.

Before it got canned we screwed around with a paper cutout look (which is also where my avatar came from as well as this metroid doodle i did to test some of the animation system stuff)

Still wish I could get at least the tools from this out so people could play with them; the animation format/editor took SO LONG to nail down and it was cool as hell and did Castlevania : SOTN style animations in absolutely tiny ram requirements by modern standards (maps the size of the entirety of super metroid with multiple rooms active at once, in like 30MB ram) but modernizing it would require porting the entire thing from C++98 to something modern and it's got insane macro abuse and has Fun(tm) types like void*** pointers being used all over the place.

having an oc you havent drawn / written about publicly yet that only exist as a concept is so funny. i have special access to this limited edition guy from my brain

[intoanotherworld23]

Safe House Heat

Summary: Harry Castillo was hired to be your bodyguard, and watch over you until everything was safe. What you didn’t anticipate was what was going to happen next

Warnings: mature themes, explicit content, smut, unprotected sex, buckle up this is a kinky one y’all, spanking, oral female receiving, bondage, overstimulation, dominant Harry, submissive reader

A/N: y’all better clutch your panties for this one cause it is long and kinky! Comments and reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! Always support your fellow tumblr writers! If you wish to be an added to a tag list let me know and I’ll add you! Thanks so much! Enjoy! XOXO

Hall Of Hunks

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You knew being locked away in a safe house with Harry Castillo was going to drive you crazy. What you didn't expect was the way your body responded to him every time he entered the room like a live current ran straight through you.

Six days into isolation, you were tired of pretending. Tired of acting like your bodyguard wasn't the kind of man who haunted fantasies. Tall, broad shouldered, eyes like a summer storm about to break, and a voice that could command obedience with just a murmur.

But tonight, something was different.

The storm outside rattled the windows. Rain sliced down the glass like it was trying to get in. You sat curled on the worn leather couch in one of Harry's oversized hoodies, pretending to watch the flickering light of the fire. In truth, you were aware of him more than anything else. Every shift of his weight in the armchair opposite, the slow drag of his gaze down your bare thighs, the clench of his jaw when he thought you weren't looking.

You'd caught him staring more than once. And you were ready to make your move.

"You gonna keep staring at me all night, Castillo?" you teased, voice low. His eyes flicked up to yours dangerous, dark, amused. He didn't even blink.

"I've had my eyes on you since the moment we got here," he said, his voice gravel and heat. "You just haven't had the guts to call me on it until now."

Your heart skipped, heat crawling under your skin. You shifted on the couch, crossing your legs slowly, deliberately, making sure the hem of the hoodie inched just high enough to reveal a flash of your lace panties. His jaw flexed.

"What are you trying to do, sweetheart?" he asked, tone deceptively calm.

You smirked. "Drive you crazy. Is it working?"

Harry stood. No hesitation. Just power, confidence, and the slow stalk of a predator with prey in sight. He didn't stop until he was towering over you, one hand braced on the back of the couch, the other trailing a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

"You have no idea what you're asking for," he murmured, eyes burning. "But I'm done playing bodyguard if you keep looking at me like that."

"Then stop playing," you whispered.

That was all it took. He gripped your jaw and kissed you like he was starving. His mouth claimed yours, rough and dominant, tongue sliding in without asking permission because he already knew it was his. You moaned against him, fisting his shirt, pulling him closer.

Harry pulled back just long enough to yank the hoodie over your head, baring your chest and the soft black lace beneath. He growled when he saw it.

"You wore this for me?" You nodded, breathless. He dragged his hand down your throat to the curve of your breast, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp. "Smart girl."

Then he flipped you over his knee like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Wha- Harry!" you yelped, heat blooming in your cheeks.

He chuckled darkly, his hand smoothing over your ass. "Told you. You tease me for six days straight, flash those pretty little panties, and you don't think you're gonna get punished?"

The first smack was sharp, firm, but not cruel. You cried out, more in surprise than pain, the sting sending a shock of arousal straight to your core.

"Oh my god." Another. And another. His hand alternating between soft squeezes and harsh spanks. Between each one, he leaned in close, his voice low and sinful.

"You like acting like a brat?" Smack.

"Wriggling in my lap like that?" Smack.

"You've been begging for this, baby. Every little look, every bend of your hips." Smack.

Your thighs trembled. You were soaking.

"Harry, please." you whimpered, breath catching on a gasp. He ran a hand between your legs, sliding your panties to the side and cupping your soaked heat.

"Goddamn," he growled. "Dripping for me. You wanted this. You need me to fuck the brat right out of you, don't you?"

You nodded, dazed, grinding against his fingers. He pushed two in without warning, curling them just right. You cried out again, shuddering around them, hips canting up to meet each thrust of his hand. The rough calluses on his fingers made every stroke delicious torture.

"Beg me," he said, voice guttural. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me," you moaned, losing all sense of pride. "I want you to ruin me, Harry please."

He didn't make you ask again. In seconds, he had you on your knees against the couch, chest pressed into the cushions, ass up, legs parted. The storm outside raged, but all you could hear was the sound of him unzipping his jeans and the blunt pressure of his cock sliding between your folds, teasing and taunting.

"You ready for this?"

"Yes," you gasped, back arching. "God, yes."

He slammed into you in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Your scream was swallowed by the couch cushions as he began to pound into you from behind, one hand on your hip, the other tangled in your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room. Each thrust rougher than the last, Harry's voice tight with control.

"Look at you," he growled. "Taking me so well. Your tight little pussy wrapped around me like you were made for this."

You moaned incoherently, lost to the rhythm of his hips, the overwhelming fullness of him inside you.

"Fuck you're so good," he groaned. "So wet, so fucking perfect."

When he spanked you again harder this time you cried out and clenched around him, the sharp pain only pushing you closer to the edge.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" he taunted, grinding into you with a wicked smirk. "You gonna fall apart on my cock like a good girl?"

"Yes yes, I'm so close Harry please!" His hand found your clit, rubbing in tight, perfect circles as he pounded into you harder, faster. Your body seized, back bowing, every nerve lighting up as your orgasm slammed into you with a force you couldn't stop if you tried.

You screamed his name, eyes squeezing shut, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Harry followed a second later, burying himself deep with a harsh groan, spilling inside you as he gripped your hips so tight you'd feel him for days.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the storm, the fire crackling, your combined ragged breaths.

Then Harry leaned down, his chest pressed to your back, and whispered against your neck, "Told you I'd break you. You good, sweetheart?"

You nodded, smiling into the cushions, completely blissed out. He pulled out slowly, guiding you gently onto your back, kissing your thighs, your belly, your breasts slow and reverent now.

"I'm not done with you," he murmured, his voice like velvet and sin. "We've got all night. And I've waited too fucking long to stop at once."

And with that, he slid down between your legs again, tongue flicking out like a man determined to worship you until you couldn't walk tomorrow.

You were still trembling from the first orgasm when you felt his mouth on you again warm, wet, deliberate. His tongue flicked up your slit, slow and teasing, dragging your overstimulated nerves back to life. You gasped, thighs jerking, but Harry's hands wrapped around your legs and pinned them to his shoulders.

"You didn't think I was done, did you?" he murmured against your folds, the vibration sending aftershocks straight through your core. "Sweetheart, I haven't even started with you yet."

You were already soaked, slick with both of your release, and he groaned at the taste of it, diving back in like a man obsessed.

He licked you like he had all the time in the world lazy strokes, messy kisses, little flicks of his tongue over your clit, pulling a whimper from your throat with every pass. Then he'd slow it down, circle your entrance, just watching you twitch for more.

"Fuck look at you," he rasped. "All swollen and sensitive. I could spend hours between these legs. Days."

You reached for his hair, needing something to anchor yourself, but he caught your wrists in one hand and pressed them above your head.

"No, baby," he said, voice dark silk. "You don't get to control anything right now. That's my job."

Then his tongue plunged into you, and you screamed. Helpless. Bound by nothing but his grip and your own writhing pleasure. He kept you pinned and open, tongue fucking you slow and deep, making the pressure build again even though your body was still trembling from the first wave. You tried to twist your hips, to chase the edge, but he pulled back.

"Nope," he said with maddening calm. "Not yet. I decide when you come again." You whimpered, nearly frantic.

"You like giving up control, don't you?" he asked, voice low. "You like letting me take what I want." You nodded frantically, unable to speak. He smiled, that dark, cocky smirk that made your stomach drop. "Good girl."

Then he reached up, slid two fingers into your mouth.

"Suck." You did, instinctively, tasting yourself on his skin. He watched you with heat in his eyes, the flicker of firelight reflecting in them like molten gold.

Once your lips were wet and full around his fingers, he slid them back down—straight into your slick, desperate core—and started thrusting them slowly while his mouth returned to your clit. The mix of suction and pressure was too much.

"Harry. Harry, I can't, " you sobbed, thighs clenching.

"You will," he growled. "You'll come for me again, and you'll thank me for it."

Your body arched off the couch, overwhelmed, oversensitive but god, you wanted it. Needed it. Every wicked stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers dragged you closer.

Your orgasm crashed over you with brutal intensity. You convulsed around him, crying out as everything shattered and ignited at once. He didn't stop he kept licking you through it, slower now, gentler, teasing your thighs as they trembled around his head.

When you finally collapsed, breathless and limp, he rose over you your shirt gone now, chest bare, sweat gleaming across his sculpted muscles.

"You still with me?" he asked, brushing your cheek with the backs of his fingers.

You nodded, dazed and wrecked in the best way. Harry leaned down and kissed you slow and sensual this time. A different kind of hunger. Less claiming, more connection. It melted something in your chest, even as your body begged for more.

"I've wanted to do that since day one," he murmured against your lips. "You have no idea what you do to me."

You smiled, still catching your breath. "Then show me." His smirk returned. Dangerous. Hot.

"Oh, baby. With pleasure."

You were in his bed now, the only bedroom in the safe house. The sheets smelled like cedar and clean linen, but it was Harry's scent that surrounded you, that made you feel drunk. Your wrists were bound in his tie, anchored loosely to the headboard.

Harry trailed kisses from your navel to your throat, taking his time. His cock pressed hard against your thigh, but he didn't rush it.

"I want you to remember this," he said, voice thick. "Every. Damn. Detail."

His hand slid up to your breast, kneading gently, thumb flicking over the sensitive peak until your back arched.

He kissed you again, slower now, but no less intense. He kept you hovering, teased you with his body, his words, every inch of him designed to torment you with pleasure.

"I love watching you fall apart," he murmured. "Love making you squirm, making you need it."

He kissed your neck, your jaw, bit your earlobe, his breath hot.

"You love being mine like this, don't you?"

"Yes," you gasped, grinding up against him, desperate.

"I could keep you tied here for hours," he whispered. "Just edging you. Over and over until you're crying for it."

"Please." you whimpered. "I'll do anything."

He groaned. "Fuck. You're perfect."

Then finally, finally he thrust into you again. Slower this time, deeper, each movement precise and possessive, like he was carving himself into your memory.

He stayed inside you like that, rocking his hips in a rhythm that sent shudders through your core, his mouth never leaving your skin. Every inch of your body was his.

And you wouldn't have it any other way. He whispered things in your ear as he moved.

"Such a good girl..."

"You take me so well..."

"I could fuck you like this forever."

You came again with him deep inside you, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. He followed moments later, groaning into your shoulder, his body pressing yours down into the mattress with the force of it.

Afterward, he untied your wrists and gathered you into his arms. The storm had passed outside, the silence broken only by the faint crackle of the fire and the slowing beat of your hearts. You pressed your face to his chest, dazed and aching in the best way.

"You're mine now," he whispered into your hair. "No more pretending. No more distance."

You nodded. "I don't want distance. I want this. You."

Harry smiled against your skin.

"Good," he said, pulling the blanket over you both. "Because I'm not letting you go."

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The soft morning sun filtered through the cabin's wide windows, bathing the bedroom in a golden glow. Outside, birdsong cut through the quiet aftermath of the storm, but inside the safe house, you were trapped in something far warmer it was Harry Castillo's arms.

You shifted beneath the sheets and felt the dull ache in your thighs, between your legs, across your hips a delicious reminder of everything he'd done to you the night before. Several times.

His hand was sprawled over your stomach, possessive even in sleep, and his body radiated heat at your back. You tilted your head just slightly and smiled when you caught sight of him mouth slightly parted, lashes too long for someone so dangerous, hair messy and wild from your hands. God help you, but he was sexy even half-unconscious.

You tried to slip out of bed, careful not to wake him. Your legs weren't exactly cooperating, and the soreness made you wince as your foot hit the cold wooden floor.

"I know you're not trying to sneak away after I rearranged your entire soul last night," came his groggy voice, rough with sleep. You froze, turning slowly. He hadn't even opened his eyes.

"Rearranged my soul?" you asked with a laugh.

His eyes cracked open, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth. "Don't act like you didn't see stars, baby."

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the hoodie you'd worn the night before his hoodie, obviously.

"I did see stars. Right around the third orgasm."

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "Fuck. I love hearing that."

You pulled the hoodie over your bare skin and padded to the kitchen. The place was quiet and cozy, the storm having left behind a coolness in the air that contrasted with the heat still thrumming in your veins.

You were halfway through making coffee when you felt him come up behind you, chest pressed to your back, hands low on your waist.

"Didn't say you could get out of bed yet," he murmured, kissing the spot just behind your ear.

You shivered. "Didn't realize I needed permission."

He grinned against your skin. "After last night, you definitely need permission."

One hand slid under the hoodie and skimmed over your bare thigh.

"Still not wearing panties?" he asked, mock-scandalized. "Shameless."

"You ruined them," you reminded him, glancing over your shoulder. "You ripped the lace with your teeth, remember?"

He groaned like it was a fond memory. "Best fucking moment of my life."

You giggled as he bent and lifted you onto the counter, planting himself between your thighs, the coffee now forgotten behind you. His hands gripped your hips as he leaned in, noses brushing.

"You know this complicates things," you whispered, even as your fingers curled in the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Yeah," he admitted. "But I'm not walking away. Not now. Not after I know what it's like to have you squirming under me, moaning my name like it's the only word you know."

You flushed, legs tightening around his waist automatically.

"You're really bad at being professional," you teased.

He smirked. "So are you, sweetheart."

You kissed him slow, teasing, softer than last night, but still hungry. He tasted like sleep and desire and something addictive you knew you weren't ready to give up.

When you finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, "As soon as this job's over, I'm taking you somewhere no one can find us."

"We're already in a safe house," you pointed out.

"Not safe enough," he said with a growl, palming your ass through the hoodie. "I want to be able to make you scream without worrying about security cameras."

You bit your lip. "I think I can handle that."

He reached for your coffee cup behind you, took a sip, then made a face.

"No sugar?"

"I didn't have time to sweeten it," you said with a smirk.

Harry leaned in, his mouth brushing yours again. "Good thing I've got you to sweeten my morning."

You rolled your eyes hard enough to give yourself a headache, laughing as he lifted you off the counter and carried you back toward the bed like you weighed nothing.

"Harry! I was making breakfast!"

"I am breakfast," he said smugly. "And you're not leaving this bed until I'm satisfied."

"Again?" you asked, mock-dramatic. "I might need an ice pack."

He tossed you onto the mattress and crawled on top of you, the hoodie riding up your thighs, eyes gleaming with mischief and promise.

"I'll spank you for that sass, sweetheart."

"Maybe I want you to," you whispered. He paused. Smiled.

"Well," he said, pulling the hoodie up over your head again, "then I guess we're both getting exactly what we want."

[mickyschumacher]

[SUMMER SUNSHINE! PT.2]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: the best summer can only start with with a good list. or in which you and hattie decide how to make oscar's summer worth it.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, poor karting jargon, indirect mentions of mental health/emotional regulation = some angst, set in nov/dec of '24

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x childhood bsf!fem!reader

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With Oscar's recent admission, you had vowed to yourself.

No more sad Oscar.

You wanted a smile. A truly happy smile.

You wanted a laugh. One that made him warm

And in the least selfish way, you wanted a thank you. One that told you he was indeed untroubled.

How you were going to do it... well that was still something you had to plan.

You had been hatching it out with Hattie before both of your families got together for dinner at your house.

You laid flat on your bed, eyeing the list in your notebook, sentences and doodles scribbled by the both of you. The following was a list that intended to keep Oscar busy, distracted, and happy – all at the same time.

Hattie, who stared at the ceiling suddenly turned to you. "Do you think it's to early to add getting him a girlfriend on the list?"

You gave her a look, chewing on the pen lightly. "It's been four months," you stated.

"Exactly! He needs someone to get his attention. Like actually use his heart to feel something?" Hattie remarked with a small smile, grabbing the notebook from your hands.

You shrugged. "We'll see," you murmured, watching her write it down.

Okay... so the list was truly in a work in progress. But as long as you had somewhat of an idea.

For dinner, you sat next to Oscar, who had managed himself a seat next to Hattie.

You looked around the table, smiling to yourself. Mae and Edie were across you sat next to the dads, talking about what they were currently up to. Nicole and your mum were chatting away as per usual. You were finally together, all of you.

Oscar spotted your sigh of content and gave you a light nudge. "You okay?"

You flickered your eyes over to him and smiled softly. "Yeah," you nodded, "I'm just happy everyone's here."

Ossar blinked, trying to put himself in your shoes as he looked around the table. He understood what you meant. The warmth of being together. It was nice.

"Oh," you started, turning your head to him. "Obviously you should rest tomorrow. But I was thinking we could go go-karting the day after. Hattie will join too. Even though she can't drive to save her life," you murmured the last part.

Hattie narrowed her eyes, peeping her head from the other side of Oscar. "I can hear you know," she retorted.

You only smiled, sending her an air kiss with your hand. "Love you too, Hats."

Oscar grinned at the both of you. "Karting? That does sound fun. It's been a while too."

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"Do you always have to read everywhere you go?" Oscar's voice sliced through the air as you leaned up from your car, looking at the two siblings in front of you.

"Do you two always never have to say 'Hi?'" You retorted, putting your book away in your car.

Hattie snorted, shoving her bag in the front seat. "Please... I don't think I've seen her not read in my life," she told her brother before ducking in.

You rolled your eyes, about to hop in when Oscar stood there, waiting. You raised a brow, putting a hand on your hip, eyeing the strange look on your face. "What are you doing?"

Oscar took a step towards you, a sweet smile gracing his face. "Can I drive?"

"Absolutely..." You feigned a grin before dropping it, "not."

"But–" Oscar started.

"No nothing. Get in," you interrupted, opening the side door and gesturing for him to enter oh so kindly.

Oscar grumbled something along the lines of how much of a nuisance you were and you could only respond with "Takes one to know one."

The ride to Le Mans Entertainment was fruitful to say the least. Hattie and Oscar fought over who got to control the music. Eventually, you had settled for house music on the way there and K-pop on the way back. Then you got the complaints of too much evening wind and too much evening heat. You debated on hurling your jacket at your best friend's brother but seeing as you were driving, you settled for an annoyed grumble.

It was safe to say, you hadn't missed the sibling duo as much as you thought you did.

The three of you eyed the the place upon getting there. It had barely changed since the last time you had been here. A fresh paint job may have been included but the track was still the same.

You breathed in the crisp air, the smell of burnt tarmac, gasoline, and exhaust fumes lingering around you. You turned to the two siblings, a grin on your face. "Ready to get your asses kicked?"

Oscar snorted while Hattie rolled her eyes. The race driver took a step forward, purposely nudging his shoulder into yours as he walked into the doors. "I'll take that as a challenge," he whispered to you in passing.

You clicked your tongue, turning to follow after him. "What if I win?"

"Hmm... anything you name, it's yours," Oscar carefully decided.

"Anything?" You queried with raised brows. Surely not anything.

He repeated your words with a nod, opening the door for you and Hattie. "Anything. If you lose, however..."

Oscar tried not to grin at the slightly concerned expression on your face. "We're going to Waterway."

Ah Waterway. An uncreative name for an uncreative festival. It was a local festival at Brighton Beach, filled with water guns, water balloons, swimming, indie bands and singers... a nightmare really.

Both Hattie and your eyes widened. She turned to you. "You hate Waterway," she hissed.

You gave her a tight smile, unable to detect the glint of amusement in her eyes. "I'm very well aware of that, Hattie. Thank you," you muttered sarcastically, receiving an equally dry thumbs up. You sighed, walking past Oscar. "I guess I'll just have to win then. "

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Beating Oscar was harder than you had thought.

Sure, he was an F1 driver. Sure, he had been doing this since he basically came out the womb and had three years on you. But you were a mechanical engineer for Christ's sake. This was technically your calling... literally.

You let out a successful cheer as both you and Hattie overtook him, one by one. You didn't miss the opportunity to poke your tongue out at a certain ego-filled race driver. "That's four for four in total! It's draw!" You settled loudly.

You and Hattie had both won a race each while Oscar had claimed two by himself.

Oscar put his foot on the brake, slowing down as you all arrived to the starting line. "One more then. A last deciding race. To be honest I wasn't really trying," he shrugged, opening his mouth to yawn under his helmet as he stretched his arms.

You blinked, grin dropping from your face as you looked over at his sister in worry.

There was no way in hell you were going to Waterway.

Hattie only gave you a helpless look. You've got one more chance, her eyes said.

You sighed begrudgingly. "Fine. Last one," you agreed.

Oscar smiled, giving a quick nod to the instructor to count you all off.

The sky had turned orange and pink as the the green flag was waved in front of your eyes. Quickly, you pressed on the throttle pedal, hoping you were at least a millisecond faster than the Australian boy but you supposed you were out of luck.

Oscar was right in front of you, curving towards the right. The sight only made you push further, feeling the evening wind crawl past you. The floodlights shone on you as you moved your steering wheel.

A turn to the right. A straight chicane. Another slight nudge to the right.

You could still see the rear of Oscar's superkart.

A left into the corner, followed by a series of curves that bordered on making you throw up.

Straight.

Left.

Right.

Straight.

You weren't sure when you had lost sight of Oscar's kart. You had no idea really. All you remembered was the bubble of laughter you felt when somehow Hattie came in front of you and struggled with keeping within the limits, slightly bouncing here and there before she unintentionally drifted her way to the finish line.

Oscar, who had been waiting for you to finish so he could humbly brag about his win in your face, found himself silent when you took off your helmet, tears of laughter trailing down your cheeks as you keeled over onto Hattie who looked absolutely mortified at what she had done.

He furrowed his brows at the sight. Your hair, frizzed by the helmet going following the direction of the wind. Your wide smile as you rubbed Hattie's back, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

Oscar blinked, pushing down the odd quirks of his mouth. He frowned. God, he wasn't smiling was he?

No. He couldn't have been.

Oscar reverted back to both you and his sister. He smirked at the pointed expression on your face. "So Waterway, huh?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha," you puncuated, rolling your eyes, holding your helmet to your side. You took a step towards him. Your voice lowered. "I'm am going to throw so many water balloons at you that you won't even know what hit you," you threatened.

Oscar pursed his lips and nodded with a grin. "I'll count on it."

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You looked at your list blankly in your hand. Despite already completing one activity for Oscar, you had been roped into another.

Stupid Waterway.

Flickering your eyes to the date on your calendar, you sighed. Waterway was in two weeks. You wondered if you could swallow your pride and convince Oscar to not go.

Falling back into your bed with a thud, you peered heavily at the piles of paper cluttered around your laptop. You groaned, rolling onto your side.

Could you even call it a summer holiday if you had taken some summer classes? The intention was to help future you by reducing the workload. But present you was regretting it immensely.

Begrudgingly, you moved off your bed and inched towards the dreaded desk. You blinked slowly, trying to get yourself in the zone. Eyeing the words on the paper, you could feel your lifespan shorten.

Jounce.

Hysteresis.

Tribology.

Buckling.

You put your hand to your face and sighed yet again. You had done this to yourself. There was no one to fault but you. Well, you and your godawful professor who thought reading off the slides was inclusive of his $150k salary.

Anyhow... you could do this.

Time would fly before you even knew it.

Just as you applied your pen to the paper, focusing on your thirteenth question, you could feel a sharp thud hit your window. You blinked, brows furrowing immediately. Maybe it was a bird.

You shook your head, looking back at your paper. Your pen trailed after the words carefully. A vibration magnetometer consists of two identical bar magnets... time period of oscillation in a horizontal magnetic field is... One of the magnets is removed and if the other magnet oscillates in the same field, then the time period in seconds is...

Thud.

You huffed, slightly annoyed. Pulling back the curtain, you looked out for the intrusion but was met with a grinning Oscar on the other side of your fence, head out his window and hand full of other small pebbles to attack your own window with.

How many years had it been since you had received a pebble from that window?

You narrowed your eyes, opening the glass. You shivered briefly at the cold quiet night air before opened your mouth. "Do you seriously not know how to say Hi?" You hissed.

Oscar smiled, leaning on the window sill. "Hi," he greeted, bunny teeth apparent even as the sky darkened.

You gave him a feigned smile, eyes squinting with sarcasm as you lifted your phone in the air. "Or perhaps use a phone? You can send texts on them, you Victorian child."

A laugh fell from Oscar's lips, hands on his stomach as he keeled over. "Has anyone ever told you you're hilarious?" He asked, breathing slowly to calm himself down.

You gave him a pointed look. "What do you want? I'm trying to study here!" You muttered, dangling the papers full of crosses.

"You've been studying for almost two hours. And I'm bored. Let's go do something," he suggested, concern lightly coating his voice.

"Can you not just bother Hattie?" You asked, raising a brow.

"You want me to wake Hattie?" Oscar retorted in disbelief, leaning on the sill once again

You blinked, registering his words. That was a fair point. It would be like walking into a spider's web. Stuck and waiting for a pissed of Hattie to gobble you all up.

You looked at the mess of papers in front of you and back at Oscar. Your shoulders slumped in admission. "Where are we going?"

Oscar grinned, clapping his hands in satisfaction. "I think we need to prep for Waterway."

━━━━━━━━━━━

You stared blankly at the rippling water in front of you, taking in the smell of salt and whatever minerals were truly letting your feet sink as the cold night air whipped past you.

"Well don't just stand there." Oscar's voice pierced through your silence, standing in front of you, towel hung over his shoulder, jandals and shirt already off.

You swallowed at the boyish smile on his face. "I really don't think a midnight swim is going to help me with Waterway," you retorted, clearing your throat. "Speaking of which–"

"Don't even try talk yourself out of it. We're going. End of story. Now come on!" Oscar's hand beckoned you to follow him.

You sighed, reluctantly taking a few steps forward. It was strange. The night itself was mostly warm, no more than 17 degrees. Yet the air seemed to repel your skin, eliciting the trail of goosebumps across your exposed arms. You hugged the towel wrapped around your body while you huffed.

Arriving to stand next to Oscar, you squinted at the the body of water in front of you. It looked absolutely positively freezing.

Christ... were you actually going to do this?

Oscar watched you through his peripheral, aware of the sceptical look on your face. He nudged you gently with his arm. "It'll be like exposure therapy."

You turned to him with a raised brow. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Oscar clicked his tongue, dropping his towel in the sand. He held out his arm towards you. He watched you stare at his hand blankly and sighed. "We'll do it together."

You pursed your lips, eyeing his hand. You weren't getting out of this, were you? Taking a brief glance at his face, you removed the towel from your body, wincing immediately at the rush of cold as you took his hand.

Your heart raced against your chest as you both inched towards the water. The dry sand turned wet and cold, small waves peeling in back and forth. You tightened your grip around his hand instantly when the water splashed against your legs, each step getting you deeper into the waves. "Fuck," you cursed, looking over at Oscar.

Your eyes widened at the small grin on his face. You had known that troubling look since you were a kid. "Oscar... no," you warned, watching him step towards you, water creeping up towards his waist.

"Oscar, Osc, please–Oscar!"

A scream left your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, grabbing you closer to him before he lifted you slightly and planted you further into the body of water.

A sharp shiver of cold tore through your body.

You closed your eyes, pulling yourself out of the water. You floated, head peeking out with your hair entirely soaked. The beads of liquid ran down your face but you could barely feel it over the raucous laugh falling from Oscar's lips.

You narrowed your eyes at the male. "I will murder you," you simply stated before launching yourself at him.

Oscar widened his eyes, watching your hands fight to dunk him under the water. He defended himself poorly, body still shaking with laughter.

"I'm sorry," he gasped with a grin, unsure of whether the water from his eyes were tears or not. "But it was so worth it!"

The harsh waves from your hands only worsened. Oscar squinted, his own hands covering his face, smile still wide on his face. "It worked!" He maintained, "Not cold anymore, are you?"

You stopped, letting your arms fall down to your sides. "Do you think I would be after attacking you?"

Oscar pursed his lips, a nod of acknowledgement coming from him. "Fair point."

You rolled your eyes, suppressing your own grin, wavering in the water gently. You could hear Oscar sigh after a few minutes of silence.

"This is nice," Oscar commented to no one really, head faced towards the dark sky as he floated in the water. "Better than racing," he murmured.

You gasped dramatically, turning your head towards him. "No... better than racing? Did the Oscar Piastri just say that?"

Oscar rolled his eyes, shoving a splash of water towards you. "Oh come off it."

You smiled to yourself before mulling over his words. You thought back to the moment you had in your kitchen. Although you had vowed to make him happy, you couldn't help feel something wasn't right.

"Oscar... you are happy with racing right?" You asked cautiously, eyeing the moon oddly.

Oscar furrowed his brows slightly. He looked over at you, feeling the water crowd his ear. "Of course I am. It's Formula One. My dream."

You frowned at his voice. "Right... it's just that, well, you've won two races and a Constructor's and yet... you don't seem all that happy to me," you admitted, still looking at the sky because you were terrified to look over at him. You were worried that if you did look at him... you wouldn't know what to say anymore.

Oscar's eyes widened at your words. He could feel his throat itch painfully. He had spent his entire life like a grown up. Usually able to regulate his emotions. Always able to compartmentalise. This past year... it had taken a bit more of a toll on him than he'd like to admit. He thought no one had noticed. His own family hadn't said anything to him.

But then again... you were always like this. Observant. Even as a child. Hattie was your voice more often than not. You were more than happy to sit back and watch, preferring the ease of not conversing. Eventually, you had grown out of it. But your attentiveness had always stayed.

"I think you're right," Oscar quietly admitted, breathing slowly. "I think I'm struggling but I don't know how to deal with it. The fighting on track with Lando. The team. Lily. All of it. Everyone just expects me to move on like I usually do. But it's not always that easy."

You stayed silent for a moment, digesting those words. "Of course it isn't," you stated, receiving a focused look from Oscar. You sighed quietly. "It shouldn't be that easy, Osc. I'm sure you talked to Lily about these things but without her... you don't even tell Hattie or your mum. You can't struggle silently or you'll drown. You should be loud so I can hear you."

Oscar blinked, grappling with a choked breath. He swallowed the congestion in his chest. He gave you a tight smile. "Duly noted," he simply commented.

You eyed him from your spot in the water. It was like you could actually see the weight on his shoulders. They were like boulders. Slowly but surely, there were cracks. And for whatever reason, you wouldn't rest until this version of Oscar completely eroded.

"Race you to the car?" You offered.

Oscar stared at you briefly before breaking into a grin. "You're on."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[afroslacks]

My long list of requests for either or both smokestack twins

- stubborn reader

-quiet reader who defends herself

-reader who moves back from school

- recent times model who gets spoiled by one or both of them

-baker reader who made sweets for their mom before she passed

- younger reader who depends on one or both since her papa has passed

All requests could have smut or whatever you want to add thank youuuuu🩷

a/n: I don't think I've ever written for Stack. I hope I did a good job! Also, I like this so much I MIGHT make it into a sequel or series. idk anyways bye!

Model! reader x Sugar Daddy! Stack "Elias" Moore

You’re a top model mainly based in New York City, but you don’t mind traveling for a check. The bare minimum you’ll work for is $200,000, nothing lower. You’ve been featured in many high-profile magazines such as Vogue, Marie Claire, Harper’s Bazaar, and ID magazine, just to name a few.

Modeling has been your passion since the age of eighteen. Immediately after you graduated high school, you jumped headfirst into the career path, making a name for yourself. Currently, you’re on your treadmill in the penthouse gym when you receive a call from your manager, Giselle. The treadmill slows down to a light jog as your finger moves to answer the phone. “Hello gorgeous, how are you?” she asks with a chipper tone in her voice.

Giselle has always been willing to do whatever it took to get you in the door; she has done her best to propel your career forward. She understands especially how much harder it is for you to succeed as a Black model in this very white, Eurocentric, and nepotistic industry. Most of the time you have to know someone to make it in the door, and she was your somebody. Lightly panting, “I’m alright, just finishing a workout. What is the reason for your call?” The sound of a door closing could be heard from the other side of the door. A deep sigh escapes her lips. “You’ve got a job,” she confesses, but you know she’s holding something back, so you stop the treadmill and stand still. “Okay, what’s the job?” you push, wanting her to spit it out already. “Your special gentleman caller.” Giselle replies.

Your heart suddenly picks up at the mention of your special code name that you both use when referring to your secret life. Your manager has been your confidante regarding your sugar daddy situation, not because you wanted her to, but because the man made himself known. The man's name is Stack. After Giselle called one too many times when you were together, he got so sick of it that he called up an associate of his to give me access to your phone. Because he’ll be damned if he’s someone’s fool.

Recently you’ve been avoiding him because you’re working non-stop. The replies to his text messages don’t stop; it’s just when he mentions seeing you that things get tense when you decline. You curse before ordering Giselle. “Tell him I’m busy; he’ll understand,” hoping that’ll be the end of it. A slightly nervous chuckle can be heard. “Baby girl, I’ve tried; he isn’t taking no for an answer. He offered $12,000,000, and he said if you don’t, he’ll just clear your schedule anyway. I’m sorry.” She says he pisses you off because he can be crazy and demanding, like he doesn’t have a business to run. But always make time to get his dose of you, unfortunately. “This is some bullshit...when does he want to meet?” you ask, making your way out of the gym and going towards the elevator. “He said in two hours.” You shake your head, leaning against the wall, not ready to face him again. “Alright, I’ll be there. Thank you, Giselle.” Giselle ends the call with “I’ll let him know. Be safe and let me know if you need me, much love,” and then you hang up the phone. “Clingy ass bitch” slips out before you can stop yourself.

Two hours later you showed up, got dressed, and put on his favorite perfume. Stack texts your phone before you can walk out the door, keys in hand.

Leave the keys at home; you’re getting picked up.

Stack that. It's unnecessary; I can drive.

Don’t argue with me like you aren’t already in trouble for leaving me dry for the past two weeks.

I have to work, and you know that.

You don’t have to work, and I told you that.

I don’t mind taking care of you at all.

I don’t want to live that way; it’s not safe for me.

Well, now you’re going to live like this. Which is making time to come see me every week since you’re so damn busy. Now get downstairs; the driver is waiting.

At his attitude, your face twists into a scowl. “Okay, crybaby ass,” to nobody in particular after getting downstairs his usual driver Chancy is standing outside when he sees your familiar face; he smiles. “Hello, Miss, how have you been?” he greets, stepping closer to pull you into a fatherly hug.

All of Stack’s personal staff know exactly who you are; that’s how deep you are in with him. Your photos, whether magazine or personal, are hung up on his walls, your face is on his phone, and your name is on your accounts.

Stack will even show up to shows sitting in the front row just to see his pretty baby. “I’ve been hanging in there, Chancy.” After stepping back from one another, Chancy confesses, “He’s missed you like a madman; it’s been hard to ignore.” We staff members have done our best, but he really just wanted to see you.” You bite your lip as your mind races as you imagine what his staff members had to go through, possibly “Don’t make that face. He wasn’t crazy or mean; he was just not his usually loud self. He was full and short, that’s all.” Chancy says soothing your worries “Now let’s go; we can’t keep him waiting.”

The car ride was thirty minutes due to the New York City traffic, but once you arrived, you stared at the tall building, preparing yourself for the inevitable reunion. “Wish me luck,” and then you step out of the car and make your way upstairs.

As you ride on the elevator and look at your reflection, you wonder if it's even worth it anymore. What you had wasn’t serious when you started, but as you continued, it became a lot for you to maintain. It's difficult to focus on your career and also meet Stack's needs.

Those thoughts before and after, though, as the doors slide open, legs carry themselves down the hall until you make it to his place and you knock on the door. “Come in,” you hear him say, and the door is pushed open to be greeted with the sight for sore eyes. He sits there with his waves, earrings, cream-colored suit, and some dark liquor in his hand. “Look who it is,” the first thing that comes to mind when he sees you. “Finally got you to put a pause on work and come and see little old me.” He walks closer, and your heart beats fast because no matter how long it’s It's been just the sight of seeing him that makes you excited.

“Stack, I’ve told you I have to work, baby,” you explain, reaching out to place your manicured hands on his suit-covered chest, hoping to ease his anger, but he shakes his head, not liking the sound of your words. “Nuh-uh, baby, you come here when Daddy calls,” before taking another sip of his drink. You lean your forehead against his. “Stack, you have to respect that I’m my own woman, but I’ll always communicate with you.” You promise, holding his gaze as he looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes.

His eyes never stop following you. “We’ll discuss that later. Now that I’ve got you, your time is mine. Now go into the bedroom and go model the clothes I bought. Give me a show, baby,” he orders before breaking out of your hold. You stare at him for a moment before walking towards the bedroom.

“Don’t keep me waiting. I want to see every piece.” After throwing on most of the clothes, you spot a separate bag filled with lingerie. Your hand reaches in to pull out a lacy red set and a pair of red bottoms to match. Once you put it on, you make your way into the living room to see Stack had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

“Come here,” the words slip out of your lips. You slowly walk over to him before standing in front of him. Stack’s hand reaches for the thong, pulling on the material to test the stretch.

“That’s good, so these might not rip the next time I want to fuck you.” Both hands then slide up to the cups, breast massage them through the cups as you slowly feel yourself getting wet. “Look at you, getting wet already,” he cockily observes and chuckles at your flustered state with the sudden heat rising in your face.

“I shouldn’t even be touching you right now since you were too busy to see me.” His hands start roughly squeezing your breast, causing a moan to slip through your lips. “Elias, please,” you beg softly. “Nah, don’t use my name now,” he taunts, enjoying your desperate state. His large hand then slides up to your neck, getting a firm grip on your throat, pulling you closer. “Now say you’re going to make time for me whenever I say,” he orders. Your lips press together at the refusal to say the words. He sits there, waiting for you to come to your senses, but you decide to be bold.

His other hand slides into your panties; his index and middle fingers find the entrance of your lips, slowly sliding in, cursing pants to escape your lips as you close your eyes in bliss. His fingers move, curling them inside your tight heat as he watches you enjoy yourself. His finger then finds your sweet spot. “Oh!” you exclaim, trying to stay standing with your wobbly legs.

“Say it,” he orders again, knowing that you’re getting close. Your moans fill the living room as your hands find his broad shoulder to brace yourself so you won't fall.

His fingers then separate for a second just to fit your pearl between the two, and he continues his movement, being mindful of your center. “You gonna say it, or I’m not gonna let you come?” moans escape your lips in protest, not wanting the pleasure to stop.

Your legs continue to wobble as they start to give out. His hand escapes your panties before he pulls you onto his knee, then he slides right back in. As your stomach starts to get tighter and you get close, he stops. “Elias!” you exclaim in frustration. He then pulls you back so you’ll make eye contact. “Girl, you better say it like you mean it.” For the last time, he reinserts his fingers, resuming his motion as you get closer again. “I—” you are cut off by a moan. “You what? Keep talking,” he orders, looking at you with a hard glare. “I promise when you call, I’ll be there.” You rush out, trying to chase your high, and then you start to come. “You better,” the words are said in your ear as you come down.

[sunflowergardens-world]

So sorry if this is hijacking the point of the main post (very much not my intention), but can I add that I am slowly learning that rest is something that I can trust God to provide for me (totally single, no children anywhere in sight (yet))? I remember multiple times during my senior year of college where I'd look at my schedule and say "there's no way I can do all this", and somehow the time would just? be there? Something would get cancelled, I'd realize something was later than I thought, sometimes I'm not even sure what would happen, but I always had some time to rest. Even just today, I got my work schedule, and it's one of the lightest/easiest ones I've had in months? Right as I'm starting school prep and have auditions to prep for. And it hasn't always worked out this way, but my point is that God is a faithful provider and you can trust him to see and care for your needs, and that includes rest.

my mom truly is so wise. the other day I mentioned--just casually, while I was in the living room and she was in the kitchen and there was a bunch of cross-talk going on with everyone in the vicinity--how I appreciate that she never treated us kids like something to get away from, I never remember her talking about needing a break from us like a lot of the moms my sisters babysit for do. And she kept cooking and said "yeah, that's for two reasons. One is [friend who already had 9 kids when my mom was just starting out] told me never to think that way. And the other is I realized pretty soon that you just have to take the breaks the Lord gives you. You can't manufacture them. I would plan one and then it wouldn't be restful."

[punkedsolar]

Here is a video of my singing lyrebird!

The culmination of six or so weeks of crazy amounts of work. In my city, we have a yearly lantern parade on the Winter Solstice to light the night up. Everyone makes lanterns and we close the whole centre of the area to walk the street.

Lantern Making Process

Lantern making starts with a series of sketches. These are usually made life size so I know roughly how much space I will be taking up. I have to carry the lantern to the centre of town, so if it's too big to get through the narrow bush tracks where I live, I'll have trouble.

Once the size is known, I can pin out the rattan shapes. I boil the rattan first, and then I bend it into shape. If I can, I tape it in place, but wet rattan won't tape. So I bend it and dry it in shape, then I tape it. This process can take days and days.

The rattan shape is held in place by PVA glue and rice paper. I mix the glue 50/50 with water, apply rice paper, and then wait for it to dry in place. Once there is a single dry layer I can then add more. 2-3 layers of glued paper gradually form a lacquered layer that can support weight.

After this it's the time to start adding supports and areas where lights can be held. This time around I've got some USB controlled soundbars, and they have to be attached.

For small, simple lights, stick on Velcro dots work well.

For heavier, more detailed ones, I bind them into the lantern under more rice paper and glue. I need the solidity of the lacquered paper to avoid them ripping through.

For a few areas this year, I designed and printed elements on my partner's Bambu Lab printer. The beak is actually a 3D scan of a real lyrebird beak that was in a museum. The feet I designed myself.

At every point where I do something that could damage the wiring, I perform another wiring test. The hot glue could possibly melt the wiring - it definitely removed my fingerprints.

The bird, once finished, gets decoration as well - lots of printed feathers that I have to individually glue in place. The wings are velcro attached and also a mixture of rice paper and normal paper.

The head has a bike brake cable inside which goes down to a rod that holds it up. When I squeeze the brake, the mouth opens and closes.

The claws that wrap over a thick vest covered in hot glued plants - the entire bird stands on it's own feet, wired to the base.

The vest was then covered in decoration to make it look like the bird is standing on a forest floor.

After this process, I put a Bluetooth speaker into the lantern's body and used my phone to control both the lights and the music. With the jaw able to open and close, the bird could actually sing.

And all of this resulted in a lantern that just stood on my shoulders in the parade and could animatedly interact with others.

And here she is!

Curious about other lanterns and the rest of the parade? Here are some of the other magnificent creations! Thanks to our wonderful parade photographers.

[deebidabidoo]

At this point I've really got to ask for your top 5 (or top whatever you prefer) wacklin moments. I'm ready to be enlightened by your superior knowledge🫶🏻

i am no where close to having a superior wacklin knowledge i'm just chronically online and insane about them but thank you for thinking so alfjdfjdfj

i went with top 10 because we got so much stuff over the season actually:

the most obvious answer out of these i think but the mack hat trick game has to be on here for me. idk just something very very romantic to me about will having an assist on every mack goal and mack having one on will's game tying. and sharks still lost. something about that too.

mack crowning will as a pregame-handhsake-ritual-whatever-thingy - the cunties thing they have done to this day and no i will not be taking criticism on this thank you very much. they need to bring this back. the handshake thingy they did at the end of the season was cute i guess but this was CUNT

this video - something something mack being the biggest goof ever and celebrating that goal like it was a gwg in game 7 of stanley cup finals to make will smile and the little fist bump at the end. yeah.

the smelling salt on the bench - why is it so intimate??? mack smile??? will actually only making faces after smelling the salt to make mack laugh and its proven bc we have video evidence of him not being affected by it at all. i can't, they make me sick.

celly after macklin scores his first goal on a line with will - from being pissed off at the camp for not playing together to trying so hard to built some chemistry and it not kinda working and not playing on the same lines and then it kinda does click and mack's smile here and the way he only has eyes for will here and will's smile too and-

the shoulder bump on the bench - knowing will wasn't in the best mood for some time, mack giving him space at practice and then this happens and it feels like hey im not 100% okay still but im better now and i want you in my space even then. also will made kostin move away from mack so he can sit beside him on the bench before this too so that's that.

whatever domestic ass shit this was - you all better hide your kids away from them because they will come and steal them from you so they can live their domestic ass dream of raising 3 kids together with 2 dogs and a cat in the mixture in their love nest.

the pregame thingy before the boston game - this was just the juciest for the narrative i fear.

this celly - mack really said im not going in for the fist bump let me get my arm all the way around you and the way his hand also stays around will too. yeah.

let's breath into each others mouths while on the bench - just something so disgustingly tender how they keep seeking out one another at any given moment. its you. and its me. and its us.

and gonna cheat and add this one too but whatever this weird courting ritual this was - mack looooooves being manhandled by will jot that down. if will gets even a little bit bulked up over the off season mack is D O N E.

now before you come at me i tried to not say some of the obvious stuff like the whole never offside pod, the rookie lap, the let me take will to jr sharks game after will got benched the day before and let him wear my warriors hoodie and will tagging mack on his ig post, the whole 4nations break thingy, the nhl video of their debut game, the awards video, the worlds greeting each other video, the emergency call video, every single private sewer ball shit they do, the stuff we got from practice (im forever thinking about you mack in the goal and will leaning over it and macking mack giggle so loudly), the not everything is a two man job video (my GOD how many are there) and many many MANY more because obviously those are the golden mines too but i tried going for a little more niche things i guess? idk if i succeeded in that but yeah. sorry this got so long im a yapper and a wacklin lover first human second.

[layaart]

was asked to see a bit more of my process of making my bookmarks! I don't save much process but I have an ongoing concept document and I can ramble about things for Ages so here's some of that:

This was my very first group of sketches after the initial mushrooms I did (which were planned/lined traditionally). As you can see, some are almost identical to how they ended up, some changed a lot, some didn't go anywhere. the book spines I guess I just started like that and developed them further in the actual final file.

Below is kinda 1.5 I guess (crossed off after I completed them, I just hid that layer on the other images), there's the couple newest dagger ones, purple/yellow fungi (different species at this point, I just wanted those colours), very rough colour blocks for the book spines I already had + new ideas just to see all the colours together..

and then current page:

shifted those vague book shaped blobs here to work on them better. some, like the dragon, I just figured out in the proper file, the rest are clearly pretty worked out at this point already. I'm not sure if I'll do the lichen since I already have a bunch of green ones, and I really want to do a wizard spells kinda vibe I just can NOT figure out a colour palette or what objects to use for it.

I've been prioritising the book spines since they sell way better than the daggers/swords and I think are the most unique, but I do want to make more swords because ultimately i just do what i want........ have almost finished the jungle & dark water ones which is probably where I'll stop for now.

[I also haven't 100% decided on the dark or light version of the snowy book - I will print proofs of both. I like the contrast of the dark one but I think the light one might look better as a physical object]

As far as decision making, I start with ideas/colours I like obviously, but I also think about:

what colour palettes are common on book covers with similar themes (I often think of a few books I like to match them to specifically)

what colours/palettes have I not used yet? I like to have a rainbow of bookmark designs. (you can see in the concepts above I've got a little group of some colours I might use for new ones...)

what genre/niche of book have I not covered much of yet (how I came to do a couple more horror & sci-fi - ish ones)

what other slightly different imagery or design element can I add in to the main theme to make it a bit more interesting? (like: the celestial theme on the cards/coins one; the key on the fantasy map, there's some spiderwebs on the eldritch one #tma)

also all of them (except some of the fungi) are different on the back in some form! either subtly (slightly different flame overlap) or very obviously (different colour or details, broken sword, closed angel eye)

my only 'limits' really are keeping some level of consistency with the different types, ie: fungi designs all have a squared bottom shape; the swords all have a wider background element (often kinda elements or environments?), the daggers have more closeup specific objects as a background; the books are either fantasy or sciencey themed. if I ever choose to do non-book or non-sword/dagger bookmarks I would want to do a set, not just having a random bookmark that's a different kind of weapon or something

Oh, the other relevant thing to the book designs is that I briefly explored if I could get special versions made with gold/silver foil on the spine designs - only sparkly ink was an option, and that wasn't obvious enough to be worth it. But that is what made me end up doing these matching sticker designs - because metallic effects can be done on stickers! Some of these I did after the matching bookmark design, some before.

Also I have speedpaints of some of these on tiktok: bones, crystal dagger, potions, plants part 2, crystals, fire, water, honey, orange fungi, purple roses, a couple daggers, raven, murderbot, sabran, ead. mostly just parts of the process on the rare occasion I remembered to record some.

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Also since I'm here? I made graphs of all my bookmark sales at events since late 2023

This doesn't include the sets that I used to sell (5 swords, 6 daggers, 5 book spines), since I don't sell them as sets anymore in person. I keep making new designs and it's annoying to update sets constantly (also, table space)

I didn't include the fandom designs in the rest of this post since I did them kinda separately but here's the sales for those too. obviously I sell them mostly online!

and below is all of the total bookmarks I've ordered (as in the numbers I requested from my manu - not counting the extras they sometimes give me or bgrade/damaged ones, etc). I also of course have a thousand or so in stock that I haven't sold yet

(I've been counting the 3 priory designs in one total here, which is why it's far above the others)

organised by type, then in order from when I made them. obviously some have been around for 4 years so I've had more time to sell more of them, hence the general downward curves

we are approaching 10k. that's a lot of bookmarks. wow thanks!

[vort3x]

#and also the 'reprogramming' scene was so awful#first of all it's an afterthought to the story. and it's completely forced on k-2 with absolutely no agency#he was fully dead and they bring him back literally like frankenstein's monster. with NO thought to the implications in that#and also instead of the explanation 'imperial programming hampers the droid's ability to express themselves and forces them to obey'#we got 'actually murder and emptiness is this guy's natural state but we can SUPPRESS this so he'll work for us'#which is a) a horrifying implication. like explore that deeply invasive kinda bioessentialist story or don't give it to your 'good' guys???#and b) it doesn't even make sense. why does he have 200 percent MORE personality when he's being suppressed than when he's not?#and taking away Cassian's personal connection to him is also a giant plot hole. Because why are they even partnered then??#why did you give the assassin and spy the big clunky murder droid who could assist ground troops. Cassian doesn't even seem to want him#if Cassian is the one who reprogrammed him and personally likes him we understand that he simply insisted he keep this droid#because likely nobody else would trust K2 anyway and draven would be like hey. keep your emotional support murderbot just get results

Not gonna leave all this in the tags since this is also an important point too. K2's inclusion in Andor was ultimately a checkbox move and it was painfully obvious.

Also wanna add Tony Gilroy outright says 1. he didn't watch Star Wars materials when doing Andor and 2. they worked backwards when it came to writing Andor. They'd write something then they were told if it clashed too hard w/ established canon or not. It's all in the context of not wanting to take inspiration from it, but it would also mean that they weren't researching canon.

Excerpt for point 1:

SCRIPT Magazine: That's exactly the kind of stuff I'm interested in. There's this mistake people have in looking at Star Wars and going, “Star Wars is what you need to look at to figure out how to make Star Wars.” And that's not the case.

Tony Gilroy: Never. No, I never watched any Star Wars. I couldn't watch the other shows. In the beginning, because "Mandalorian" was so great when it started and I was watching it and and then as I got into my show, it was really unsettling for me to watch other Star Wars. I just always had the continual feeling I was doing something wrong. So I just stopped. I just couldn't do it. So I didn't watch any Star Wars.

Source Excerpt for point 2:

Script Magazine: How do you balance that sort of thing with the bare bones of the carpentry as you call it with juggling something like the Star Wars timeline?

Tony Gilroy: We work it from the negative side, not the positive side - I suppose that's the easiest way to say it. I know what the calendar is, I know what the general rules are, I know I have a pretty good handle on the cosmology of what's out there and the canon somewhat. And I know the places where there's potential conflicts. I've also been cleared from the very beginning. We're using that as cannon fodder as we go forward. And you hear it in Maarva’s speech.

We raise it on the show several times. Saw says “Oh, you know, what are you Luthen, and there's human cultists and separatists,” and we've established that there's a great variety of rebel movements that are happening. When Nemik gives this manifesto that Cassian listens to the night before the funeral, he talks about all of the little seedlings of revolution that are sprouting up independently all over the place. There’s an established idea that a lot of people could be working at doing things at the same time and be completely unaware of what's going on and/or be conceivably in conflict with one another.

But I do not go back and look at the materials [like Star Wars Rebels and the novels Catalyst and Tarkin] to figure out what I should do. We do what we want to do and if we bump or we hit a guardrail or we get a high sign or we get a flashing yellow light or sometimes we change and do something else. We have one or two things coming up that have been pretty articulated in that way in the second half. We have to tiptoe around some things.

I’m not out digging through that material looking for inspiration. In fact, I have to stay away from that, so it works the other way. We decide what we want to do within what we know, they tell us if we've gone too far or not far enough.

Source

I'll never forgive Andor for how it has seemingly changed how a lot of people see Kay and Cassian's relationship.

How it has become standoffish and distrusting when it was supposed to be the exact opposite. Really, it just IS a valid reading with the backstory Andor provided and what little we were shown of their relationship. If you had to pick Cassian's best friend and trusted partner in the days before Rogue One, it's NOT Kay when it originally is. It's incredibly sad that history has been changed.

[nickythehickey]

random sfth longform hcs bc idk

(under cut bc its long)

for no real reason other than my own projection, johnny and janae both have arfid. their parents had the “you can just force kids out of being picky eaters” mindset and didn’t give a singular fuck about actually helping them with it, so by the time tnutb takes place its pretty severe for both of them. luckily their individual aversions line up in a way where for the most part they can trade the things one of them can’t eat but the other can (this doesn’t work for everything though- good luck ever getting either of them to consume a mushroom, those are the devil from the bible)

one of the first things frankie ever stole was a stuffed animal for donnie when they were young and perhaps donnie was sick or just having a particularly hard time

nigel and lord lafayette are related. not necessarily super closely, but there's definitely a family connection there

janet had really bad morning sickness the entire time she was pregnant with peter. she considers it karma.

meth wife if self medicating something with the drugs she does. haven't decided what. also she might actually do heroin bc i think sam was mixing up the two (he says its meth but acts like its heroin)

amanda came out to her dad completely unintentionally while high after getting her wisdom teeth out

i've already briefly addressed the "characters played by luke with glasses also have glasses" hc here, but titch also has glasses. he hates it, thinks they're annoying af to deal with, prefers contacts whenever possible

poppy and tobias bring mario and bertie pretty much anywhere and everywhere they’re allowed to, and they get anxious/lonely very quickly whenever they’re apart from them

johnny's future dreams were very mundane at first and got more catastrophic/nightmarish as he got older. yea tis projection again

not my idea, but i like the idea of jasper apprenticing under margery at some point

pumpkin ice cream is objectively the best ice cream and derek will fight you if you claim otherwise

clarissa uses hallmark movies as genuine fashion inspo- and somehow pulls it off???

bubba is such a hopeless romantic it's almost embarrassing. i mean flowers for every special occasion, love notes planted around the farm, "ao3 would tag this as tooth rotting fluff" levels of sap. he very firmly believes that being married to jeremiah is one of the best things that ever could've happened to him and it's a wonder how he wasn't the one to propose. jeremiah is definitely still the more practical one, but honestly he's just as sentimental and he adores how much of a sweetheart his husband is

absolutely feel free to add on your own i love reading them

[tinytalkingtina]

Weekend of June 27 2025

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write 3-5 sentences and/or paragraphs from that WIP. No limits to the amount of asks you can send, please feel free to send multiple!

Thanks for the tags @queenie-ofthe-void, @beingmissbatty, and @yesdangerpls!

I've [still] got quite the backlog of Steddie Startrek emojis to work through, so we're going to leave that off the list this weekend again, alas. It'll get worked on once I'm feeling up to working on 3 WIPs again :)

✨ My steddie BB "Cursed Prince Steve and Bard Eddie" fairytale AU is at 14k now (don't...don't ask what the original word count was supposed to be. I've apparently improved at writing longer form stories now). This week has been focusing mainly on linking together things I've written for the tasks themselves

🏴‍☠️ Eddierotica: The first pirate-themed chapter was published Wednesday, and the second chapter of "Eddie writes the world's worst erotica about characters who are just poorly disguised versions of himself and Steve. They're not dating" is going to be published later today for the Switch Eddie week event! This weekend I'll be alternating between the real-world plot for the aliens chapter and the erotica for the cowboys/prince&stable boy one this weekend

Tags and a snippet from the alien chapter of 🏴‍☠️ under the cut:

“What a weird but powerfully erotic feeling to have someone else’s fingers in my butt!” Stuart yelped. It wasn’t anything like his own fingers at all, or the cucumber that almost broke off inside him in the shower a few months ago. (That was the last time he followed the advice in a magazine that catered to men of his persuasion, which, okay, had told him to use a carrot. Actually it said to use something with a flared base and not any type of vegetable, but still!) Guess that answered why Eddie had “forgotten” to buy cucumbers when it was his turn to do the groceries a few times now. What the fuck. Steve kind of wanted to drag his roommate down to the sex shop three blocks away from their apartment and rub his nose in the butt plugs like he was a misbehaving puppy or something. And uh...huh. Well that was an idea Steve was definitely going to come back to later. Once he finished reading exactly what Eddie wanted to do to his ass first. Which wasn’t exactly as terrifying a thought as it had been a couple weeks ago. The weird but powerfully erotic feeling got stronger as the alien with locks of brownish brown continued spelunking deep into his manscapped mancave.

Tagging the usual crowd of folks to join in and work on their own WIPs! Let me know if you want a tag, always happy to add names to the list :)

@hbyrde36 @vthx @pearynice @felixir-of-moths @pentapoctopus

@machtaholic @onirislanding @apomaro-mellow @queenofshenanigans @fuctacles

@eriquin @kikidoesfanfic @bellandora @scoops-aboy86 @cloudsurfing42

@madaboutmunson @turinspeachjam @fkinkindagauche @augustjustice

@dame-zoom-a-lot @cxwzkeys @sourw0lfs @stellarspecter @salamandergoo

@shares-a-vest @dreamwatch

@strangerthingswritersguild

[thestraybunny]

Vacation with Joshua

Pairing: Joshua Hong x AFAB!Reader Summary: You tried to enjoy your time by the pool on vacation, your favorite romance book open on your tablet, but it's hard to pay attention when your fiancé is a full distraction on his own. Especially wet. Word Count: 2652 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ Warning: Wet Joshua (a warning of itself), smut, unprotected sex A/N: I've had this in my saved fics for probably almost two months now? It meant to be a quick drabble but it turned into a small one shot. Its not really edited, i guess its okay. Just trying to get myself posting and writing again more. Enjoy.

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This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t fair at all. No one should look as good as Joshua did emerging from under the water, pushing his wet dark hair out of his face in the process. Giving you a perfect view of his beautiful, sculpted body, water still clinging to his skin as he waded toward the side of the pool. His eyes fixed on something.

You.

He was going to the side of the pool where you were lounging under one of the umbrellas, shielding you from the sun but relished in the way the summer weather was warming your exposed skin. Large dark sunglasses resting on your nose, hiding away your hungry gaze, and a tablet resting in your hands; opened to the newest installment of your favorite romance stories. Two drinks sweating next to you, ice quickly melting into the liquid from the heat and the glass slick with condensation.

You both had quickly did away with the little umbrellas that was included, with them tossed haphazardly in your bag though you didn’t have intentions on keeping them at all. Just something done out of habit probably.

“How’s your book?” He asked, but from how intently you were watching him, it was clear you were not reading a single word on the screen. Too bad though, it was a particularly spicy scene that your loving fiancé had distracted you from, but you weren’t complaining. You had a better scene before you.

“It’s good. I thought I was going to finish it today, but I keep getting distracted.” You dramatically sigh, resting the tablet on your lap to grab your drink. “How’s swimming?”

“Distracted huh? I didn’t know someone could tear you from the reverse harem and the orgies came with it.” He teased, his large hands planting on the hot concrete to lift himself out of the pool and sat himself right on the edge. His body twisted so he was still giving you his attention. “It’s fun, but it would be more fun with you in there with me.”

“I think we have established Mr. Hong, that you are one of the leading causes of any distraction of mine. While I love reading about Lady Hart and her several lovers, the view of you dripping wet is much better.” You answer, this time closing your tablet and slipping it into your bag. If him just swimming around got you distracted, you might as well give up now that he was giving you attention. Shirtless and wet. “And I told you, I wasn’t in the mood to get wet…”

Joshua arched a brow, and your dark glasses hid how hard you rolled your eyes.

“In the pool at least.” You add, moving to hand him his drink. Which he took and smirked at you from behind the rim. “I do have to shower you know.”

“Haha very funny.” He remarks, taking generous gulp of the mixed drink. Watered down now, but it didn’t matter to either of you. The whole point of the weekend was to not worry so much. Who cares if the ice melted so the sweet drinks were nothing more than alcohol and juice flavored waters, or if you both ignored important calls from work.

Who cares if you both had sex at least three times that day, including riding him on the balcony of your hotel room right before the sun came up. Who cares that this was the first time you left the room too, just to go to the pool and eat lunch, and who cares that you now want to be back in the hotel room. Joshua can order you both room service after you milk him dry.

The thought already was making you wet again, and your cunt clenched around nothing at the mere idea of him inside you. Who cares that you wanted him to absolutely ruin you this weekend, and that he wanted to absolutely ruin you too.

Which from the way his eyes were running over you, knowing full well that you were watching him behind those glasses. Catching the way your thighs were shifting slightly and how your bathing suit top didn’t hide your nipples pressing against the fabric. He knew the signs all too well.

You don’t remember what excuse Joshua made to have you both leave the pool and go back to your room, just that he handed you his t-shirt to throw on while he grabbed your bag. He nearly made you trip over your sandals pulling you back into the hotel. After that, the trip back up was a blur, your brain was already on what you were going to do once in the room.

The door barely closed behind you when he had you pulled flushed against him, his plush lips pressed against yours in a fever. Tongue pressing eagerly against the seams of your own lips, and you were quick to let him deepen the kiss. Your hands pushing through his dark hair, still wet from the pool, while his own were already trying to pull off the shirt and your bathing suit. Your sunglasses were already lost somewhere near the door.

“There was no point of you wearing this,” Joshua growled between heated kisses, and this time he could see you roll your eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t going to go in a burka or be naked at the pool. Unless you wanted me to give everyone a show..” you couldn’t finish the sentence when his mouth pressed back against yours. A hand now grasping your hair in his fists, while the other was holding you against him. The offending material that was your bathing suit now lost in ether of your hotel room, and you were naked.

“The only show you’re going to give is to me. As you come apart on my cock so many times you’re crying,” You had to bite back the moan with the way his words would just change when you were alone. Please, do not get this wrong, one of the things you adored about Joshua was that he was such a gentleman and polite with his words. It was one of the things that made you fall in love with him. But there was just something about how that all disappears when you smart off to him in bed, and those polite words are replaced with filth. His knee finds its way between your thighs, pushing them apart to give enough room for his hand. Fingers barely brushing the slick folds, smirking that you were already so wet for him already.

“Shua…”

“Oh, my sweet angel.” It was almost condescending sounding, with the way he breathed it out, his mouth quickly moving from your lips to your breast. Stopping you from pushing his swim trunks down, to free his hard cock that was straining against the material, “you can’t say my name like that…”

“Joshua…” You spoke again this time adding a whimper that was going to be his undoing. He was always the type that would like to take his time with you, make sure you are near a mess before he finally gives you want you want, make you beg for it. Only he didn’t need to do all that other work right now, you were already begging for him. “Just fuck me.. please…”

“Fuck,” There was a groan to his words, and you were right to add that whimper. Even if you lost the feeling his fingers starting to circle your clit, ready to tease you until you were cumming on his fingers. Or almost. “How can I say no to that?”

Joshua then let you push his still wet trunks off him, finally letting his thick hard cock free. His skin was flush and hot, so it briefly made you wonder if he was still damp from the pool, or if this was already a thin layer of sweat from his worked up state. Your hand found its way around his shaft, feeling it twitch under your touch as you gave it a gentle pump before letting go. Your own fingers brushing against the sensitive member as you did like he had with his own.

You went to crawl onto the bed when you felt his hands grasp your hips, holding you to the edge of the bed. Joshua deciding how he wanted you instead of letting you decide. You wanted to skip right to it, and he gave you that, but he was going to fuck you in the position he wanted and that was on the edge of the bed.

He helped adjust so you were comfortable on the edge of the bed, your legs spread just enough to leave you completely open to him and ready for him to take you. Cunt glistening for him without him needing to do anything else but emerge from the water the way he did. A siren luring you in and bringing you to your death.

Luckily for your case, it wasn’t your death that he was going to bring you to. Though it wasn’t a bad way to go.

“You sure you don’t want me to work you some baby,” He murmured, his thumb running over your clit briefly before pushing it into you. Feeling the muscles clench tightly around the thick digit, “Or have I fucked you so much this weekend that you are ready for me any time? Hmmm?”

“Yes… fuck me..” You nod, pushing your hips back against his thumb despite your words, earning a clear chuckle from him. He didn’t remove his thumb right away, instead leaning forward to plant several kisses over your shoulder.

“God I love you,” the words fell his lips that was accompanied with a throaty moan, pressing an open mouth kiss over your shoulder. Then your head was pressed against the mattress, right as his thumb left your needy cunt. Your inner walls clenching desperately now around nothing.

He kept your head down when he slide the tip of his cock through your soaked lips, coating it with your slick. You went to return the words, tell him that you loved him back when he caught your entrance, and the mattress captured the words he pushes forward. You tried to wiggle your hips back, but he grabbed you at the waist and you were suddenly completely full of his cock.

A wanton cry left your lips as a clear moan leaves him, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he started to fuck into you. His hips slapping into you with brutal force, and you were grabbing at anything to try and level you. Your inner walls were already spasming around his cock, feeling every inch of him drag quickly through. Filling you over and over.

You could hear his grunt and breathy moans behind you, mixing with your own. He was taking your request exactly the way you wanted it. Just for him to fuck you the way he was, fingers massaging the flesh that he pressed into, his cock filling you completely. Words also started to fill the air, asking if this was exactly what you wanted.

“You like being treated like a fuck toy, don’t you?” He asked, grinding himself into you, watching as you nod pathetically. Then you were empty of him, and you nearly started crying because you could feel the pressure of release starting to build. You didn’t want to lose that momentum, you didn’t want to lose the build, and he did exactly like that to you. Feeling one of his hands on your thigh, you gasped when he easily flipped you onto your back.

Letting you see the way Joshua looked right then. His skin still hot and flushed, pupils blown, and mouth dropped from pleasure. His damp hair falling over his face, sticking to parts of his forehead. His eyes trailed over your own body, watching the way your breasts bounced with each panting breath, your own skin hot to the touch, and your own face rivalling his own. You were a perfect sight to him as he was to you.

Grasping his cock in his hands, he stroked himself as he leaned back over you. His other running flat over your body, through the valleys of your breast toward your neck. As his fingers light grasped your throat, you could feel the head of his cock returning to your entrance.

“Maybe, I should use you like this more often…” He muses, applying expert pressure on your throat, just enough to make it hard to catch your breath. “Would you like that, my angel?”

“Shua…” You managed out, feeling him push back into you as he kept the pressure. It was impossible to not let your eyes roll at the pleasure, not wanting to look away from the smile that plays over his lips. He knew the answer, you didn’t need to tell him. “Please…”

Dropping over you, Joshua hooked one leg as his mouth found yours. Pulling and capturing your moans with everything he was doing. The way he was teasing you with kisses, the pressure on your throat, and his cock pounding into you. Finally angled just right to press against the wall that house the bundle of nerves that was making you see stars.

The pressure starting to build in way you couldn’t imagine. He kept his hand where it was on your neck, but his mouth had moved from yours down to tease one of your breasts briefly. You were nothing but a mess under him, gasping, moaning his name, begging him to let you cum. That release was right there and all he needed was to push you just right and you were falling apart for him.

You would try to move your own hand down there, start circling your clit to help push you further, but Joshua wouldn’t let you. When he was fucking you like this, he wanted to be the sole reason you were falling apart. He didn’t need you to help him in any way. Joshua knew your body well enough to know just what to do, and when to do it. Even if he took his time sometimes.

Like now.

“Joshua… please… Let me…” You begged pathetically, and he only laughed before going back to sucking a bruise into your shoulder.

“Let you what, angel?” He asks, his hand already snaking between you, trying to not show that he was also very close to the edge. You felt so good, squeezing him, sounding so sweet. The sounds leaving your mouth and of how wet you were for him still. It was the closest to heaven he felt he could get at this moment.

“Let me cum!” You cry out, and of course, Joshua couldn’t refuse. His fingers tracing your clit, teasing it before finally touching it, right when you needed it the most. It was like everything around you exploded. Your vision blurred, your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your body shaking and muscles spasming, hands gripping his shoulders, and cunt clenching around him.

It was like a waterfall of curses started to fall out of Joshua, unable to stop them as his quickly followed. Filling your cunt with everything he had. His own eyes squeezed shut, and his own mouth opened with several words falling from his lips. Different things like curses, names that never left the bedroom, and sweet praises.

You both didn’t move for a moment, soreness finally taking over you both. The need to eat to regain your energy was what finally tore you apart. Only Joshua didn’t let you get up right away. Holding your legs as he watched his cum slowly drip out of you. A proud smirk playing over his face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then lets order food.” He spoke slipping onto his knees, ready to get you cleaned up.

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP | x

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

do you think it's weird or unfounded to not want to use chat gpt due to the environmental cost? i feel really strongly that i want to completely avoid it (and, like, recreational/work related ai in general) for that reason, but people seem to think this is really weird when i express that as a reason. but i feel like i should be able to make this call if i want to and that's a good reason to not use it. i don't know?!?!?! i don't get anything anymore?!?!?!

[phantasmagoricvanillabean]

Their April Phools this year was surprisingly pretty tame compared to the literal short found footage horror film we received last year. However, I loved that, similar to Dystopia Daily, WAD, and TIT, they used this as yet another opportunity to criticize content-creators and their incessant need to monetize and exploit every aspect of their livelihoods, especially and in spite of the ways in which they are detrimental to the environment and jeopardize those who are literally incapable of consent. I just love Dan and Phil's ability to always make humor out of their blatant critique of society and internet culture.

[nikolas-ghostbusters-fixation]

Something I've been thinking a lot about lately is how everyone thought Egon had gone insane. What Happened that made them think that. They've fought a gigantic Stay Puft Marshmellow Man TWICE (counting the 2009 video game because iirc it's canon? Correct me if I'm wrong), fought an interdimensional god, fought a blood thirsty ruler that killed thousands and was hated by all that was trapped in a painting (and managed to get in to beat him by making THE STATUE OF LIBERTY start walking down the street with slime that reacted purely based on vibes), found an underground abandoned transit system full of the moodslime, had a bathtub try to eat Dana and her baby, fought a giant murderous black widow lady, fought the fisherman ghost who turned an entire hotel floor into the bottom of a ocean, and that's not even mentioning them getting trapped on an island that randomly raised up from underwater that had been abandoned for decades created by Ivor Shandor who worshipped Gozer. So what did he do or say that made everyone else think he'd gone insane?? All I can think is maybe he was acting strange / eratic before, but he's always been like that to some degree.

I don't know. It's something that I've been thinking about. The correct answer is 'it's not that deep and they needed a reason that the others weren't together anymore and weren't aware of Egons death or know what was going on,' but also. What Was He Saying that prompted everyone, including Ray, to think he lost his mind when he'd been right almost every time before that.

I'm genuinely so curious as to what he was up to before this. What was he doing. What insane idea was working on prior to this or was he even working on anything at all??

Also want to clarify this post isn't negative 😭 I really love the newer movies and their lore / the newer storyline / characters, I just like thinking about small stupid things like this. Gives me something to think about / speculate about / figure out an answer to.