#and that can be FUN that can be INTERESTING but u have to acknowledge it first if u want to do anything with it...

[tyrannuspitch]

apart from finding it extremely jarring when people get it wrong ("an aesir" 😔), part of the reason i don't like using un-anglicised old norse in the mcu is actually bc i *like* to keep a clear distinction between the mcu and the myths. like, the mcu is not even pretending to be myth-accurate, that's half the point, and your life will be much easier if you just embrace it.

þórr óđinsson may be an áss, but thor odinson is definitely an asgardian. loki laufeyjarson may be a jötunn, but loki laufeyson is definitely a jotun. and while the plural of jötunn is jötnar, the plural of jotun is - canonically! - jotuns. these are different people and different concepts. why *wouldn't* i use different words for them.

see also: why i don't tie myself in knots to make it possible for thor and loki to have been adults during the viking era and just accept that they were babies; why my default assumption for myth -> mcu equivalence is that there might be vague relevance to themes or characterisation, but basically none of that actually happened.

[sukugo]

this was the first sukugo post i made here, and now that i'm looking back at it, i kinda laugh that, considering canon and the unfolding of sukuna and gojo's relationship, and being able to see how sukuna has been interested in satoru since their first meeting and spent so many months planning for their fight, it's actually more likely that this happened the other way around. where sukuna's interest in satoru is what bleeds into yuuji and breeds his own interest in his teacher.

now there's obviously a lot of things at play here, where we have to consider yuuji and the way his relationship moves with satoru.

while sukuna gets instantly infatuated, yuuji does not seem the type to do so. and yes, i hold my hc of yuuji having a crush on gojo very dear (it's canon. TO ME), but he's not someone who would instantly have a crush. for him it's more of an awe and adoration and respect that gradually develops into a more romantic/sexual desire for his teacher.

so i guess the situation would be more hand-in-hand, where sukuna's attraction to satoru develops parallel to yuuji's (if not sukuna's initial attraction inciting yuuji's)

sukuna making fun of yuuji for his puppy crush on gojo, only for him to catch feelings for gojo himself

[pazziescapism]

Break Our Ice - Chapter 3

pairing: paige x azzi

wc: 4.3k

au fic what??, figureskater!Azzi x icehockeyplayer!Paige

fake dating, just like playful banter teasing relationship to lovers, basically paige and azzi dancing around each other

a/n: chapterrrr threeee!! this chapter is kinda pretty much fluff and idk why it took me so long tbh, as always, thanks for reaching i hope u all enjoy :))

It’s in the interest of getting to know each other better that Azzi finds herself at a bar, two weeks into their fake relationship, sharing a book with Jana, Ice, and Nika. KK hadn’t been able to make it, leaving Nika slightly bored with no one around to take her mind off the pair sitting across from her.

(Azzi has a little too much pride to admit that she likes the group of them after all but can acknowledge that they aren’t the worst company she’s ever had on a weekend. Even with the occasional interrogations from Nika.)

“I have a question.” Nika says, just as Azzi takes a sip of her drink. “didn’t you say that hockey was a sport for people who were cocky and thought they were too good at skating and football so they decided they should do both at the same time?”

Azzi chokes on the alcohol going down her throat,

“Must have been someone else. I would never say that” she says, wiping her mouth. “I actually have a lot of respect for the career of..uh…hitting people with big sticks believe it or not.”

“We hit people with big sticks for money” Nika says dryly. “While I assume, from Paige’s experiences at least, that you do it just for fun.”

“You assume correctly,” Azzi says, smiling sweetly. “On an unrelated note, I’m going to take this knife and go into the car park for a minute.”

Paige’s arms wrap around her as she moves to stand. Azzi is pulled down with a yelp, one had landing heavily on the edge of the table, her ass falling directly into Paige’s lap.

“No slashing tires,” Paige says, giggling. “Nika doesn’t play when it comes to her car.”

Azzi thinks she must be flushed all the way from her chest up to her hairline, but she doesn’t move out of Paige’s lap, just shifts to ger more comfortable. “I wasn’t going to slash her tires,” she sniffs. “I was going to key her car. With a knife.”

Paige presses a kiss against the nape of her neck, right where it meets her shoulder. “No property damage.”

Azzi feels unbearably hot, the press of Paige’s chest around the curve of her spine is impossible to ignore. She’s starting to feel like she’ll have to kill someone by the end of this, even if that someone ends up being herself.

“This is a booth,” Nika says. “Are you aware we have to look at you?”

���Should have brought your boyfriend” Azzi says, red in the face and smug and spoiled.

“Im just glad your finally dating,” Jana says, halfway through the food she was previously devouring.

“Yeah” Ice agrees. “I was getting a little tired of all that flirting before and everything.”

“All that flirting?” Azzi echoes, sitting up straighter in Paige’s lap. She hadn’t started flirting with Paige until two weeks ago. “What flirting? I don’t flirt with people, they flirt with me.”

“You know,” Jana says, even though Azzi definitely does not know. Jana turns her attention to Paige who was finally paying attention to something other than the girl in her lap. “You were always talking to her, and calling her across the room, and making little jokes with each other. Every time she was there, you’d start looking for her.”

“That wasn’t- we-” Paige splutters. “I was teasing her.

“Right,” Jana says carefully, biting into another wing. “If you say so.”

“Az,” Paige says, turning determinedly to Azzi, who winces upon hearing her name called. “Explain to them that I was teasing you”

Azzi presses a kiss to her cheek placatingly. “And you were doing such a good job, baby.”

“Whatever. You guys are crazy,” Paige says, leaning back in her sea, only slightly mollified. “That’s crazy.”

They stumble out of the bar at nightfall, and Azzi has only had two drinks, but she feels drunk, nonetheless, blindingly happy with the comfort of Paige’s company, always touching, always in close contact.

As if on cue, a rough hand settling into the dip of her waist, strong arm moulding itself along her back like it belongs there. She smiles to herself, and turn to look at Paige, unable to hold back a shiver at the warm weight of her arm around her.

“Are you cold?” Paige asks immediately, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. “You should have brought a thicker jacket, or at least a scarf. Do you even own a scarf? I’ve never seen you wear a scarf.”

Azzi hasn’t even had time to say anything in defence before Paige had draped her own jacket around Azz’s shoulders. And, well, once it’s there, what’s she’s going to say? No, I’m not actually cold, please take your incredibly nice-smelling jacket back, even though like how it drapes over my shoulders? As if.

“I’m freezing actually,” she says instead, forgetting instantaneously about the discussion that the rest of their group had been having. “My hands are really cold, too.”

This is true, because Azzi’s never been gifted with great circulation. More importantly, it’s an incredibly transparent excuse to get Paige to hold her hands.

Paige seems to catch on, raising on disbelieving eyebrow at Azzi, who only bats her eyelashes, aiming for guileless and landing somewhere around pouty.

She takes Azzi’s hands anyway, and flinches as she holds them, sandwiched between hers. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding.”

“P, would I lie to you?” Azzi lilts, her eyes fixed on where their hands are joined.

“Yes,” Paige responds, and Azzi has just opened her mouth to complain, when Paige brings their hands up to her mouth, and blows on Azzi’s hands. 

“I- um,” Azzi stammers, and hopes it doesn’t sound as shrill out loud as it did in her head. She’s unable to look away from Paige’s mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ right next to where she’s holding Azzi’s hands. “I resent that. What are you doing?”

Paige looks up at her through her eyelashes, her head still bent over Azzi’s  hands. “This? My mom used to do this to me when I was a kid.”

“Oh,” Azzi  says, slightly disoriented. “Of course.”

“Do your hands feel warmer now?” Paige asks, her mouth moving away. 

The answer is no, because the instant she had started doing that, all the blood in Azz’s body had rushed straight to Azzi’s head. Mostly she feels dizzy.

“Are you guys finished?” Nika asks, considerably more irritable than she had been five minutes ago. Conversation with Jana and Ice can do that to a person, Azzi thinks, and tries to smile appreciatively at Nika.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Nika says instead of appreciating it. “It makes me feel like you’re planning something.”

“Alright, that's it,” Azzi snarls, but Paige’s still got one of her hands held captive, and she doesn’t let go. Instead, she turns her hand, until her fingers slide between Azzi’s, her thumb stroking over the back of her knuckles.

“We’re heading back now,” she tells Nika, who is watching them with fascination. “See you guys later.”

Azzi is quiet on the way back to the car, subdued into silence by the firm grip Paige has on her hand. She remembers those same hands holding her above her head, fingers interlocked as Paige had fucked her on tangled bedsheets, sweat beading on her brow. 

“You know,” she says, as Paige presses unlock on her car keys, “I was just kidding about the hockey thing. I like to watch your guys’ games sometimes.”

“Trust me,” Paige says, smiling at her “I know. Your presence was noted. And loud.”

“Just letting you know,” Azzi says, her voice fading into an almost whisper. Paige is stepping closer and closer towards her, and Azzi allows herself to be backed up against the car door, her back hitting the metal gently. “So you don’t think I’m, like, a hockey hater.”

“No?” Paige hums, and she lets go of Azzi ‘s hand to cover her waist, her hands slipping down the dip, over her hips and back around to her ass. Her thumbs run in small circles over Azzi’s hipbones, slow and petrifyingly intimate. “What’s your favourite part?”

Her lips press against Azzi’s, gentle, almost timid. It’s a brush of a kiss, feather light, before pulling away. Azzi follows her instinctively, her neck straining, but Paige is already stepping away, outside of her space entirely.

“Well?” She asks, back to a normal volume, a corner of her mouth tilting upwards, and Azzi scowls.

“I like it when the other people hit you in the face,” she says, waspish. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Paige’s mouth opens and then closes again. “Jesus, you’re vulgar,” she says, half shocked and half laughing.

“I’m vulgar?” Azzi says, her own jaw dropping. “Remember when you literally told me to beg-”

Paige slams her hands over her ears, her collarbones glowing a red that’s visible even under the dim orange streetlights. 

“I can’t hear you,” she says loudly. 

“Oh, fine time to be embarrassed,” Azzi says, entertained beyond measure. “But not last night when I was-”

“You’re awful,” Paige interrupts, taking a hand off her ears to point an accusing finger at her. “We’re in public!”

“Oh yeah?” Azzi says, her smile stretching wider as she leans a little closer to Paige. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

“My god,” Paige says, mock scandalized or possibly real scandalized. “Who raised you?”

“Have I been-” Azzi chokes trying to hold back her own laughter enough to finish the sentence. “Have I been a bad, baby?” She manages to gasp out, her ribs aching.

Paige makes a noise that’s more feeling than word, something like ‘Gah!’, already moving to the driver’s seat of the car. 

Still laughing to herself, Azzi gets in the passenger seat. 

Paige complains on the way back that Azzi is unbelievable and awful, but she smiles when Azzi laughs, and her hand keeps a soft, firm grip on Azzi ‘s thigh. Azzi counts this as a victory.

She takes them both back to her apartment, and then insists on making them both tea, despite Azzi’s persistent attempts to take her clothes off. 

(“I can tell you think this is sexy,” Paige tells her when Azzi sticks her hands up her shirt. “But your hands are so fucking cold. I’m a little concerned for your health.”)

Now, she’s padding around the bedroom in bare feet, packing up equipment and clothes, setting them aside in different drawers. Azzi had never thought she could be so attracted to seeing a girl do laundry.

“You are so impatient,” Paige says, watching her wiggle restlessly on the bed.

Paige’s laugh is nice, Azzi thinks helplessly, watching her throw her head back. It fills up the room, the sound of it dissolving the tension in Azzi’s shoulders. 

“You’re just stalling a lot,” Azzi says, watching Paige approach the bed. “If you’re feeling tired, I can do all the work.”

“Thanks for the offer,” Paige says, so close to Azzi now, but not near enough to touch. Her lips are curving upwards in a way that makes Azzi squirm unconsciously, sparks of heat starting up in her gut and spreading.

“Paige,” she says, and then stops because Paige is taking off her shirt.

“You were so brave a minute ago,” Paige croons, peeling off that button up to reveal a white cropped tank that clings to defined muscles, highlighting the pale skin of her shoulders in a way that makes Azzi’s eyes widen. “Where’d all your big talk go?”

Azzi hates being out of control probably the most in the world, hates not knowing exactly what’s going to happen in any given situation, and still, she can’t convince herself to move from the bed. She just watches Paige approach, the bright lighting of her bedroom room buzzing softly as it dances across her figure at strange angles. 

“Paige,” she says again, but she doesn’t have the will to go past that, unwilling to take any steps that will mean the broad expanse of Paige’s muscled arms moving further away from her.

Azzi’s trying to work up the nerve to place her hands on Paige’s arms, when Paige grabs her by the waist and, with a grunt of effort, shoves her off the bed.

Paige pokes her head over the edge of the bed, her smile almost impish. “What were you saying earlier?”

Azzi landed on her knees, her hands splaying against the floor automatically to brace her fall. Then she leaps back on the bed and tries to drive her elbow into Paige’s stomach. 

Paige’s arms come up fast enough to deflect her but she succeeds in knocking her flat on her back, and abandons the first plan in favour of straddling her thighs and slamming a thick pillow over her face.

“Suffocate,” she crows, willing the flush that’s risen to her cheeks to go away.

Paige makes a muffled sort of yell under the pillow and Azzi presses down harder. Hands come up to land heavily on Azzi’s thighs and that’s all the warning she gets before Paige is twisting to get Azzi off her, forcing Azzi to release the pillow as her back meets the mattress, driving all the air out of her lungs.

Somewhere between trying (and failing) to judo flip Paige off the bed and trying (and succeeding) at pinning her to the mattress, Azzis realizes she’s laughing. High, shrieking breathless laughter, her cheeks warm with colour, and her lungs aching. Worse, she realizes Paige’s laughing, her smile flashing attractively, and gets a pillow to her face for her distraction. 

In the end, the two of them are lying, breathing heavy, on the now dishevelled bed. The sheets are slipping off the corners, gathering under their bodies, and the thick comforter has fallen to the ground completely. Paige is spread flat on her back, head on the bed’s single remaining pillow. Azzi’s head is on top of Paige’s stomach, one arm wrapping around Paige’s waist, tracing warm skin where her shirt has risen up. Her feet dangle off the edge of the bed.

Paige’s hand nestles comfortably in Azzi’s hair, careful fingers threading gently through the strands.

"‘m cold,” Azzi mumbles, after a few minutes.

"Get the blanket then.” Paige’s words slur at the edges, a sure sign that she’s slipping into sleep, her fingers having already stilled their movement through Azzi’s hair

“Yeah,” Azzi replies, but only buries her closer into Paige’s stomach and keeps her eyes closed. 

She wakes up during the night in a start and realizes that her feet have become bricks of ice. It’s only two in the morning, she thinks, staring blearily at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the bright green of its lighting giving her a headache. 

Azzi closes her eyes briefly and then opens them again to Paige’s soft features, peaceful in her sleep, outlined in silver from the moonlight streaming through a crack in the curtain. She doesn’t move for a moment, fearful of waking her. She doesn’t think she would be able to hide her affection just then, rising in her barefaced and unashamed under the cover of the night. 

When she moves, she disentangles herself from Paige’s body carefully, hissing at the loss of warmth, and leans over the edge of the bed, hand fumbling around on the floor to find the lost comforter. 

Finding it, she pulls it and herself back up. She can’t be bothered to grab the other pillows, so she just tucks her head on Paige’s chest, under her chin and spreads the blanket over the both of them. Paige’s arm wraps around her immediately, like it’s instinct, and Azzi feels her body relax into the mattress, sleep returning to her once more.

When she wakes up again, she’s alone in Paige’s bed. The bed, like the rest of Paige’s apartment, is nauseatingly cozy. The sheets are soft in a way that suggests they’re expensive, the comforter huge and downy, pillows upon pillows piled on the bed, the mattress soft enough to sink fully into. Azzi thinks that if she opened the hall closet, she’d find extra blankets stacked, one on top of the other. The windows next to the bed are huge, sunlight streaming in through the translucent curtains, falling lightly over Azzi’s body, warming the bed. 

Paige is shaking her shoulder, unconcerned about the violent thoughts Azzi is trying to send in her direction, keeping her head buried in a lump of blanket.

“I hate you,” Azzi says into the blanket. “I hate you and I wish you were dead. Consider our fake relationship terminated.”

“Boohoo,” Paige says. “Get up, I’m making breakfast.” 

Azzi sticks her head out of the blankets, squinting suspiciously at Paige’s face. She looks- clean. Fresh out the shower, drops of water drying on her thin t-shirt, sweatpants hanging low around her hips. 

“Breakfast?” She asks. “Like, actual breakfast? Not just coffee?”

“There’s pancakes,” Paige says. “Though I’m beginning to question if you deserve them.”

Azzi ignores the last sentence, already bounding out of bed. “Should have said that to start.”

When she steps into the kitchen, freshly cleaned and showered, wearing borrowed pyjamas, it’s to the sight of Paige’s back facing her, the smell of pancakes and syrup in the air. 

Azzi can’t remember the last time someone had cooked for her that wasn’t her mother. She can’t remember the last time she had done this, let herself into another person’s house, learned their space, their routine. She toys with the image in her mind, of herself here, knowing which drawers keep the spoons, and which cabinet stores the spices. Learning the shape of Paige’s life and adjusting hers to fit within it, until it became as familiar as her own.

“Can I help?” She asks, and Paige turns around to look at her, two plates of pancakes already set out. 

“You can wash some fruit,” she tells her. “There’s knives in the drawer by the sink, and berries in the fridge.”

Azzi obligingly rinses off some raspberries, and slices up a bowl of strawberries to go along with it. She finds the kettle and makes tea, finds some mugs and pours the cups- adds sugar but no milk for herself, and adds both for Paige. 

Paige washes the dishes afterwards, and Azzi sits on her counter to dry them. There’s flour dried in a small patchy circle on Paige’s temple and Azzi resists the urge to press her lips to the spot.

“Come here,” she says instead, and uses her thumb to rub away the splotch, leaving slightly red skin behind, and Paige’s eyes watching her, smiling slightly.

“Stop that,” Azzi says nonsensically and pokes her finger at the indent on Paige’s left cheek. 

“Can I help you?” Paige asks, and Azzi watches in fascination as her finger moves along with the motions of Paige’s mouth. 

“Yes,” Azzi says. “I want to stick my tongue in it.”

It’s hard to catch Paige blushing, Azzi’s learned, but she’s also learned where to look for it, and it’s with a smug satisfaction that she watches the tips of Paige’s ears start to burn. 

“Do not,” Paige says warningly.

“Sounds like a challenge,” Azzi responds. 

“Heathen,” Paige says, batting Azzi’s hands away, leaving soap where she touches. “Take your sexcapades somewhere else.”

“Are you trying to seduce me by using words that you know I’ll make fun of you for using?” Azzi asks. “I didn’t realize people actually said sexcapade out loud.”

“I think you’re too easily seduced,” Paige tells her, and passes her another plate to dry. 

“Oh, Azzi, you’re on the floor,” Sarah says later that day, stepping over her on her way into the changing room. 

“Yes,” Azzi agrees. “I definitely am.”

“Any particular reason?” 

“Not really,” Azzi says. “I think I’m getting bacteria in my hair.”

“One way you could fix that is by getting off the floor,” Sarah tells her. 

Azzi shrugs, as well as she can with her back flat on the floor. “What’s a little bacteria?”

She’d meant to do this at her own house, but Kaitlyn had become increasingly comfortable with simply barging into her apartment now that Azzi had given her a spare key. Azzi didn’t have the courage to explain her emotions today. She didn’t think she even had the words.

“Yeah,” Sarah says, like this is perfectly reasonable, and possibly even understandable. “Have you tried writing your issues down? I keep a journal with my theories about the end of the world as we know it. Helps me not lie down on the floor and cry about it.”

“Really?” Azzi asks, lifting her head up to squint. “Wait, theories, plural?” 

“Would you like to read it?” Sarah asks, peeling her practice shirt off of her body. She sounds almost enthusiastic, which Azzi hadn’t thought she was capable of. 

She considers replying with a withering ‘no’. “Sure,” she says instead. “Does that actually help?” 

“You know,” Sarah says vaguely, “sorrow on the bosom of the earth, or whatever.” 

Azzi lets her head fall back on the floor with a thunk. “Totally.” 

That evening, Azzi gets a text from Paige of a shaved poodle crossing the street. The picture is blurry but Azzi can make out that the dog is wearing a pink bonnet and a patterned button up pyjama shirt, its tongue hanging happily out of its mouth. 

Paige💗: this is literally what you dress like 

Azzi stares at her phone. Then she sighs and goes to search for a notebook. 

Paige is busy the next week, as hockey season begins to take off in earnest, thrown into long practices in anticipation of the real games beginning. 

“Hey,” she says to Azzi, half-asleep and sweaty under the shitty buzz of Azzi’s terrible ceiling lights. “Come to our game on Wednesday.”

“You know I have things to do right?” Azzi asks, though she isn’t sure who the token defense is for. Something a little ravenous keeps building in her whenever the two of them do this, and she’s been having a hard time pushing it down recently. “I can’t just come out to every one of your fifty million games.”

Paige presses a kiss to the curve of Azzi’s shoulder, unoffended. “Please?” 

And well, Azzi thinks, what is there to say to that?

“Well,” Caroline says as Azzi approaches her ahead of the stands. “Don’t you look-”

“I have very sharp figure skates in my bag and I will throw them at your head,” Azzi warns.

Caroline raises her hands in mocking surrender. “Romantic. I was going to say romantic.”

Azzi looks down at the autographed jersey she was wearing a little larger than she would normally wear, slipping slightly over her collarbones. Paige’s name was printed across the back, right above the number 5.

KK had pressed it into her hands before the game had started with a whispered ‘trust me’ and a wink, beaming so brightly at her that Azzi hadn’t been able to refuse. 

“Look,” Caroline says, apparently deciding to be unhelpful, pointing at a group of teenage girls streaming in. “You guys are matching.” 

"Die,” Azzi says, unamused. “Come on, we have seats in the front.”

“Seats in the front,” Caroline says, pretending to swoon slightly. “The things you get for sleeping with the players.”

Azzi feels a little shy, unused to being so close to the front. The jersey feels strange too, bringing with it a sense of belonging that was verging on too real for the fakeness of their relationship. 

It wears off.

“Bad call!” Azzi yells, almost lost in the booing around her. “Are you blind?!”

She’s not sure but she thinks Caroline is filming her.

“Someone tell Number 14 to pull her head out of her ass!” Someone jeers behind her, and only Caroline pressing her shoulder down with one heavy hand keeps her from turning around and jumping over the seats to defend Paige’s team.

“Why do I still come to these with you?” Caroline says, to no one in particular. “Do you think I’m a masochist?”

“Stop trying to curse that woman and pay attention,” her hand lowering cautiously. 

“No,” Azzi says petulantly. “I hope she dies.”

She’s distracted by the sight of Paige colliding with a player from the other team, sending both of them crashing to the ground. The referee whistles, and the other player is sent to the penalty box, much to the ire of their supporters.

“Fuck off, she should’ve just watched where she was going!” The man behind Azzi yells, and Azzi swears that she just might hold the title for the most self-control.

Paige’s cheek is still sticky with sweat as Azzi presses her own against it. “You did so good,” she babbles, caught up in the rush of the game. “Holy shit, you were so impressive, that last shot- I was ready to scream-”

“Thank you,” Paige says, and sets her back down, her voice slightly muffled by how hard Azzi is pressing them together. 

Paige gives in and laughs, bringing Azzi back to her with a hand on the back of her head, and Azzi goes eagerly, burying her face in Paige’s neck.

“You smell awful,” she says, but she’s smiling too hard for Paige to take her seriously, jittery with adrenaline and affection.

“Dude!” Someone calls, sounding slightly panicked, and Azzi pulls her face away from Paige with a frown-

Cameras go off in front of them, lights flashing so bright Azzi can’t see anything else for a second, the sound of clicking shutters too loud to hear anything else. When her sight readjusts, it’s just in time to see Paige jolt backwards, like she’s brushed too close to Azzi and gotten burned, her features unreadable features unreadable for a moment, before they twist into panic.

[azulpitlane]

boss' daughter I ln4

pairing: lando norris x brown!daughter reader summary: lando is down bad for zak brown's daughter but shes a little hard to get notes: I know this isn't pt 3 of my other mini series BUT i thought of this idea and had to do it immediately hehe, I really like this one masterlist

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user landos got one more chance to shoot his shot before the season ends😭

landonorris hope to see you at the paddock!

danielricciardo thanks for letting me borrow that $10 mil bro I owe you🤝 maxverstappen1 thanks for saving my cats out of that burning building, you're a true hero🤝 alex_albon thanks for paying off my whole family's debt mate🤝 carlossainz55 thanks for gifting me that mclaren, i love it mate🤝

user ALL THE DRIVERS IN HER COMMENTS IMDEAD

user his rizz was so bad they had to step in omg. user and she still hasn't acknowledged lando AHAH user a true girlboss, I love her

user i need to know what zak brown thinks off all of this😭

user next season of dts gonna be craZy

user everybodys focused on the comments and not at the fact that these lyrics sound a little sus...

posted november 2023

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dannyyyy🤠 y/n wyaaa im in the mclaren garage rn

y/n aren't you suppose to be in umm idk YOUR OWN GARAGE?

dannyyyy🤠 yeah but I need to do something real quick so come

y/n does this have anything to do with lando?

dannyyyy🤠 maybe...

y/n im sorry but he's exactly why im not in the garage rn

dannyyyy🤠 WHAT WHY pls dont tell me I hyped him up just for you not be interested...

y/n im not NOT interested but he's my dad's driver danny this can get messy so fast and what if he doesn't approve

dannyyyy🤠 oh you americans and your dramatics hes already talked to your dad dummy

y/n wait really?

dannyyyy🤠 you really think he would PUBLICLY hit on his boss' daughter without asking first?

y/n idk never really thought about it

dannyyyy🤠 JUST COME DOWN HERE YOU MUPPET

landonorris

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user FINALLY

y/nbrown cheeseball liked by landonorris

user HE ACTUALLY GOT HER

danielricciardo youre welcome

y/nbrown you pushed me in front of him then ran away...not the best wingman danielricciardo its not like landos rizz was gonna get you together🤷‍♂️ y/nbrown true landonorris hey! I wasn't that bad... y/nbrown whatever helps you sleep at night hun!

user y/n blink twice if you need help

y/nbrown blink blink landonorris 😔

user obsessed with y/n bullying lando in the comments

user I know I love them already

zbrownceo better take good care of her lando

landonorris sir yes sir🫡

user we can no longer make norizz jokes. sigh.

notes: what did y'all think of this one? I loved making it🤸‍♀️

[lightningant]

thank u so much for the just a guy harry post omg u get it. i think tomarrymort shippers have the tendency to glaze harry because they buy into the whole alpha male act tom has been trying to push down everyones throat. when the point is simply that they are BOTH just guys. harry knows this hence why they are compelling as a ship because harry understands tom the orphan before he became tom the edgelord. the point is that he doesnt buy into the ethos that tom tries so desperately to sell. and i know people love to make tom an uber suave genius at magic at birth gets everything right on the first try. but i think its so much more interesting if even that part of him is also something hes carefully constructed, thinking of a tom reading and manically practicing the syllabus for transfiguration months ahead so that everyone oos and aaas when he gets it right on the first try and then cry later because dumbledore didnt say he was the bestest most brightest wizard of all time. thinking of tom studying ahead for potions NOT because he wants to slughorn to pat his head and tell him how talented he is but TOTALLY only because he needs to use slughorns connections. and this is not even me trying to dog on him the guy is (unfortunately) my favorite and on my mind 24/7. trying to make harry special is just buying into his whole shtick. anyway sorry for the rant i just wanted to say u get it truly.

People genuinely acting like the most canon Voldemort is a monster incapable of love who was evil from birth.... There is a whole cocktail of maladaptive behaviour that can trigger his exact problems, gilded with the expectation of a privileged position (the real source of all evil, don't get it twisted). Getting characterization advice from the kind of people who think Dark Empaths are real

I looooove the idea he is prone to meticulously honing himself so he appears effortlessly genius and getting just absolutely SCREAMING mad that Dumbledore is like "oh...ok :)" and passes him over. First wizard he met, genius academic, perfectly sound metric to try himself against, is clearly ignoring him. Would drive him bonkers. He'd be chewing tables.

While I do think he gets validation from success with Slughorn, if you look at how he moves he definitely did want to manipulate him to get better connections. Like this was a deeply determined young man who has learned to survive by sucking up to useful people, his MO in his youth was extremely parasitic, that it was a ploy for power is obvious. I can't remove ALL his autonomy in questioning his veneer of power. That boy was evildoing.

There's such an instinct to make Harry special to match him or make Harry more tortured and abused to match him, when the true match is just someone who understands him, comprehends every part of him, and is attracted to both the handsome gothic portrait of innocence/power he puts on to get places in life and the ugly, frivolous, dramatic, petty, vindictive, obsessive, and romantic (def. of, characterized by, or suggestive of an idealized view of reality) person underneath.

Like, he would actually love it if Harry was powerful or tortured. Because he's a romantic and is the type to make Pinterest moodboards. But that would put a barrier of perception between him and Harry, and if the story doesn't acknowledge this, it's just not fun. Harry also wants to be acknowledged and applauded for who he is :(

I also don't like when he's a fluffy Provider after that. Like idk man I think an underdog depraved supervillain would romance an everyman hero a little differently than a romantic comedy male lead would a city girl returning to her small town. And even if they were fluffy Harry would obviously provide for him emotionally. If I wanted to read a scary powerful hottie treat his bad bitch sweetheart like gold I'd read a chinese CEO romance novel

[mccallhero]

#scott is his impulse control. like that is a canon fact #scott says actually we’re befriending all of these werewolves with morally dubious backstories :)) and he begrudgingly stops thinking about #drugging their food #stiles is just a guy. who got dragged into supernatural shit. because he really really liked his best friend. and if you want a charscters #who’s a selfless mother hen THE WHOLE SERIES REVOLVES AROUND SCOTT MCCALL. #he doesn’t trust because scott trusts too much. scott says jump he says how high etc etc #EVERYONE CALLING LIAM HIS SON. DO YOU FORGET HOW MUCH HE VISCERALLY HATED THAT FUCKING KID 😭 - jjkyaoi

speaking of stiles stilinski, the way the entire fandom like. warped his character completely for so many years is still one of my favorite talking points because what do you MEAN pack mother. what do you mean he’s this selfless hero who would sacrifice himself for his supernatural found family…???????????? girl. 90% of the characters we’ve met he’s either distrusted and theorized as killers (most of the time being right to some length but that’s beyond the point) like a cat who hisses when their owners friends come over, and the other half he’s like. made multiple comments about wanting to kill or been. unnecessarily catty to. like . that motherfucker CRAVES violence. the entire show would’ve been completely fucking different if he was the main character. why did the fandom take these things from him when they make him SO interesting

[knight-of-flowerss]

Hi how are u doing sweetie? God I just read your truckercregan story and I’m OBSESSED. Can you write a Trucker!Cregan x Reader where the reader is trying to keep their distance from Cregan because they’re getting way too attached (I mean who wouldn’t like 🧎‍♀️), but Cregan doesn’t seem to notice or care at all? The reader’s been hanging around the town, but every time Cregan rolls in with his rig, they can’t help but watch. One day, Cregan catches them staring, and instead of making a move or acknowledging their interest, he just smirks and comments on something completely unrelated, like how their truck’s tires are worn down or they should get more coffee. Reader’s frustrated but can’t help but feel drawn to him. Maybe Cregan even teases them, gets a little too close, and throws in a casual touch or comment, making the reader all flustered but still holding back, unsure of whether Cregan’s actually interested or if he’s just being his usual confident, aloof shitty self.

- Anon 🤍

UGH ANON YOU ARE THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME RIGHT NOW, THIS IDEA IS TO DIEEE FORR!!

Also there will be some suggestive stuff in here like dry humping, grabbing readers breast and Cregan smacking readers ass cus bro is DEFINITELY an ass man and really doesn't give a single fuck about being a 'nice guy'. He sees a nice ass? He's smacking it. Anyways just a bunch of sexual stuff as well lol.

Also, Trucker!Cregan deffo, 100% puts x's on the end of his messages when he's horny.

Well, Trucker!Cregan is an ass man at least. I think hockey player!Cregan is a thigh man icl 🤭 bro appreciates a good pair of thighs. (I have more Cregan AU ideas like firefighter!Cregan, bsf's!dad!Cregan, ex-husband!Cregan, etc.)

Anyways, I'm getting logged on 😅 I hope I've done your idea justice! I haven't sat down and wrote properly for a GOOD WHILE so 🥲🥲

(Also I'm probs just gonna be saying Cregan instead of Trucker!Cregan in this cus I rlly cba to write it out every time and I feel like it's gonna get repetitive 😭)

MDNI 18+!!!

TRUCKER!CREGAN X READER

MASTERLIST

🛻•Cregan was like a drug, something you could never let go of. He's like trying drugs for the first time a party and immediately getting high on the feeling it gives you.

🛻•Trucker!Cregan was something you could never give up, but you're trying, even if you know it's absolutely pointless.

🛻•Meaningless sex was your go to, get addicted to others and soon maybe you'll forget about him. The way he feels- the way he makes you feel.

🛻•Sitting at your local diner, you skim through your phone, staring at all the unanswered texts and missed phone calls from Cregan.

🛻•'Hey darlin x' Wednesday, 5:48 PM.

'Am off work now x' Wednesday, 5:48 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 5:49 PM.

'Were r u hun?' Wednesday, 5:49 PM.

'Gonna cum over t the dina n get sum food' Wednesday, 5:51 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 5:53 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 6:10 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 6:12 PM.

'You cummin or what?' Wednesday, 6:13 PM.

Missed call. Wednesday, 6:18 PM.

🛻•'On a 10 hr drive' Thursday, 4:24 AM.

'Be back Friday night' Thursday, 4:25 AM.

🛻•Image attached, 'Luk at that fatass dog haha' Thursday, 11:06 AM.

'Jus got of' Thursday, 4:47 PM.

'At shitty motel' Thursday, 4:47 PM.

Missed call. Thursday, 4:48 PM.

'Pick up.' Thursday, 4:48 PM.

'Darlin a miss u x' Thursday, 4:51 PM.

'Please x' Thursday, 4:52 PM.

'Darlin a need u x' Thursday, 4:52 PM.

Missed call. Thursday, 4:53 PM.

Image attached, 'Luk wot u do t me x' Thursday, 4:57 PM.

Video attached, 'So hard for u x' Thursday, 4:59 PM.

Video attached, 'All this for u hun x' Thursday, 5:07 PM.

🛻•Missed call. Friday 10:34 AM.

'Drivin home now' Friday, 10:47 AM.

Missed call. Friday, 11:40 PM.

'At bar' Friday, 11:41 PM.

'Call me when u can' Friday, 11:41 PM.

🛻•Missed call. Sunday, 2:11 PM.

'Ben jus told me u been out' Sunday, 2:13 PM.

'U hav fun wit ur friends?' Sunday, 2:14 PM.

'Cant wait t see u again hun x' Sunday, 2:17 PM.

'Answer me.' Sunday, 2:20 PM.

🛻•Then, radio silence.

🛻•Wednesday evening, a full week after, you always go to the diner and order a pumpkin pie slice, one that Cregan would treat you with after he fucked you senseless, one of the only nice things he ever did for you.

🛻•Then, before you know it, a body slides into the opposite booth, you don't even have to lift your head to know who it is. His smell, his confidence, the way he's spreading his legs under the table. Cregan.

🛻•He grabs a fork, as your eyes lift up from your phone. The utensil cuts through the pie, taking a big scoop with some whipped cream and shoving it in his mouth.

🛻•He licks the fork clean as you stare at him, his nose, his beard, his eyes. Everything makes you squeeze your thighs shut, the throbbing returning to your core.

🛻•"Your tires are worn darlin'.. gon' need t' get 'em fixed." His gruff voice cuts through the soft hum of a song playing on the jukebox that's on its last leg.

🛻•"They got fixed last week" You mumble, grabbing the coffee mug on your right and taking a sip. "Hm." He hums, staring back at you, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

🛻•About ten minutes go by, Cregan just staring at you as he slides the pie towards him, eating it like he paid for it. That's the thing about Cregan, he's greedy. And selfish. If he wants it, he'll take it.

🛻•You quickly slam down five dollars, a tip for the waitress before scooting out of the booth, walking out of the diner as Cregan watches with that shit eating grin on his face.

🛻•He shoves the remaining section of the pie into his mouth and jumps out of the booth, walking out with long strides, confidence looming around him.

🛻•As you're trying to unlocking your car door, Cregan slides behind you, slotting his hips against your ass.

🛻•His large hands grip your hips, pressing himself harder into you as a gasp slips through your lips. A low grumble rattles his large chest as he speaks in your ear, his low, deep voice making your legs tremble with desire, "Yuv been ignorin' me darlin'.."

🛻•One hand moves off your hip, gliding up your torso softly before harshly gripping your tit, massaging it roughly as his hips slowly grind against your ass.

🛻•Your fingers grip the top of your car, eyes fluttering closed as Cregan practically dry humps you against your car in broad daylight.

🛻•Before you know it, he pushes you harshly against the car and steps back, not even bothering to hide his raging hard on.

🛻•A finger gets pointed in your face as you turn your head to look at him, eyebrows furrowed in absolute confusion. "Don't ever fucking ignore me again. Ever."

🛻•He moves the pointed finger from your face, dropping it down before shoving past you, his truck being on the other side, a few spaces down. And you definitely didn't miss the harsh smack he laid on your ass while he shoved past.

🛻•You have zero clue if Cregan actually wants you or sees you as his property, but at this point, you're too cock drunk to even care.

I hope I did it justice! I've been so sick so my writing definitely got worse throughout this 🥲

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

[psychicwavementality]

※ Ch149 WBK spoilers/leaks, endosaku/endochika talk. +my nickname for chika is chiitan btw

Can't believe edsk neg diffed every sakura cp in 4 pages what the fukk

This is really fun for me to interpret...! in my view, i think that endo equates love to full-blown attention and bloodlust. since sakura is known to lock in on his opponents which was painted as a flaw (im unsure when, around keel arc was it? i rmb he realized he had to protect everyone and not just charge in by himself), this very flaw unfortunately pulled endo in

Like, endo practically spent less than 2 hours??? Face to face with sakura???? And then he's already calling him a man he "values from the bottom of his heart" before acknowledging he can never have the things he truly loves (chiitan and sakura standing side by side, and we already know his feelings for the former are Not merely platonic)

If chiitan is an unobtainable god of worship in a higher plane for endo, i suppose sakura would be the human embodiment of said god... and chiitan never gave endo the attention he categorized as love, but endo still fell first after seeing his bloodlust (the other part of his love)

When endo sees sakura with the same bloodlust, this time directed at him with full attention, he realizes for the first time in his life that he also wants to be desired by the person he's taken an interest in; i believe this was repressed after all those years with chiitan. even tho he was satisfied chasing after and worshipping chiitan, he was never truly happy because those pair of eyes would never look the same way as sakura had looked at him, with the same intense fervor.

Yet endo can't have both of them, his feelings will never be mutual. Sakura's whole spiel in the beginning was how he could never meet another person's eyes, but everyone (with "everyone" being the things sakura loves—the people who care for him) was looking at him—and now endo, who never had the eyes of the thing(s) he loves looking at him, experiences it for the first time, and sakura's gaze is trained fully on him. he's looking his way for the first time in his life, but at the same time, what endo wants will never be reciprocated. I think it's ... wow! Wow u make me HOME A PHONIC

Fucking hell this disaster gayfailure makes me insane. I am homophobic now. I hate him /lh

Edit: me and my friend talked a bit...

I like how the image of endo embracing chiitan is religiously inclined (the title, the pose, the robes, the painting). It's the beginning of the chapter, the largest image. It's clearly depicting worship. Whereas sakura's one is in the middle of a chapter. It's mundane, it's human, it's something fleeting yet all-encompassing, a potential pedestal of worship and idolization. Endo's in normal clothes sitting in front of Sakura's bust. There could potentially be more people around him but the spotlight right now is on sakura, his attention has narrowed down to him and him only

I like how Sakura is also a bust and not a painting... he's more 3 dimensional, perhaps more nuanced even, more developed; he's observable from multiple angles and his features are more defined. But chiitan's a painting—and it kind of fits since we don't know much about him at all. We've only heard of him from tales and other potentially skewed perspectives like how religious paintings depict religious figures

My friend mentioned, Sakura being a bust on a mount could be because endo can topple it down and break him, similar to the panel how a sakura twig can be snapped. Paintings are meant to be hung and admired from afar.

Another friend of mine pointed out that the kanji for chiitan's name contains 焱, while the kanji for endo's has 棪. 木 = wood and 火 = fire... It's like he's firewood as fuel for chiitan's inferno, but at the same time, endo's hurting himself and turning into cinders

Fire (chiitan) is beautiful when admired but painful to touch, but endo's been shown to worship and grasp at it even if it almost kills him.

But Endo uses words like "submerge" and "bathe" when it comes to sakura... he's like water if chiitan is fire. I don't know about the JP originals but endo does mention feeling "joy" upon meeting chiitan (a brief spark) and sakura brings "happiness" (a more prolonged thing) if eng TLs are accurate

What I'm saying is... if chiitan is truly symbolized in the painting and endo is searing himself away through worship—i'd dare say that the best way to destroy a painting, too, is to burn it.

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ WRITEBLR INTRODUCTION.

I don't usually put myself out there as it makes me nervous. But I've been a lurker for way too long, and it's about time I step out of my comfort zone. So, hello! I'm Dee (she/her), twenty-two, and have found my voice with storytelling.

Writing has always been a passion of mine, and continues to be the tool I turn to when I need an outlet to freely express myself. I have, unfortunately, hit a rough patch with consistency, and I'm here to bring all of that motivation and inspiration back. Especially since there are one too many WIPs sitting on the backburner, and they're all calling my name.

As someone who loves to dip their toes into every genre of fiction, I will read anything that peaks my interest. However, when it comes to creating, my works usually fall under romance and mystery. With practice, I intend on branching out into other genres I don't write often. There's a lot to explore in the world of writing, and I don't want to limit myself to only two categories.

Creating this blog provides me the space I need to accomplish the many goals I often dream of achieving. I acknowledge that it all starts with the ability to hold myself accountable. To show up for myself. To become comfortable with the uncomfortable. Putting myself and my projects out into the world is only the first of many steps, and it feels quite liberating.

I aim to use the voice I've found to not only contribute to the progression of POC representation, but to touch on several topics that remain heavily stigmatized in today's media. There’s a joy that runs through my veins every time I see someone like me on my screen or in a book. I feel seen, heard, and proud. I feel important. But as a creator, there’s that itch that can only be scratched when I create. When I make something that lets the next person know that they’re not invisible. That they're valued, loved, and appreciated. That's what I hope for when someone reads a project of mine. For them to feel the same rush of joy flowing through them as it does me.

Wow, I’m a yapper. I'd like to close this intro off with some fun facts, so here are some of my top five favorites with sidenotes because I still want to yap a bit more about the things I adore.

SOLO ARTISTS:

ARI LENNOX ✧ ˚ · . CHOCOLATE POMEGRANATE — GET CLOSE — GOAT — POF — UP LATE

HALSEY ✧ ˚ · . 100 LETTERS — I HATE EVERYBODY — NIGHTMARE — ROMAN HOLIDAY — THE LIGHTHOUSE

HOPE TALA ✧ ˚ · . CHERRIES — EDEN — I CAN'T EVEN CRY — LEAVE IT ON THE DANCEFLOOR — SUNBURN

MELANIE MARTINEZ ✧ ˚ · . ALPHABET BOY — DEAD TO ME — EVIL — NOTEBOOK — STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE

HALIMA ✧ ˚ · . DOWNTOWN — FORD CARDINAL — IF LOVE WAS GREEN — SAMANTHA — TALK

BANDS:

5 SECONDS OF SUMMER ✧ ˚ · . AIRPLANES — BETTER MAN — KILL MY TIME — LONG WAY HOME — TEARS!

FALL OUT BOY ✧ ˚ · . BANG THE DOLDRUMS — CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO — HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET — NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER — WHERE DID THE PARTY GO

FLO ✧ ˚ · . CARDBOARD BOX — FLY GIRL — IMMATURE — SUITE LIFE (FAMILIAR) — WALK LIKE THIS

PARAMORE ✧ ˚ · . BIG MAN, LITTLE DIGNITY — CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE — FRANKLIN — MISGUIDED GHOST — PART II

THE INTERNET ✧ ˚ · . DONTCHA — HOLD ON — LOOK WHAT U STARTED — SOMTHING'S MISSING — SPECIAL AFFAIR

GAMES:

CORAL ISLAND ✧ ˚ · . IF I START LISTING NAMES, I'M GOING TO MENTION EVERYONE. BUT I'M A LOYAL MARK GIRL. AND NOAH... AND MILLIE, EVA, BEN, Y—

DISNEY DREAMLIGHT VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . THIS IS SUCH A COMFORT GAME THAT SOOTHES MY INNER CHILD.

DON'T STARVE [TOGETHER] ✧ ˚ · . I MAY OR MAY NOT STILL SUCK AT THIS GAME AFTER A SOLID THREE YEARS, BUT I'M A WIGFRID MAIN.

STARDEW VALLEY ✧ ˚ · . I LOVE SEBASTIAN AND LEAH, AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL IF I HAVE TO.

THE SIMS 4 ✧ ˚ · . WHERE I SPEND A LOT MORE TIME IN CREATE-A-SIM AND BUILD MODE COMPARED TO PLAYING THE ACTUAL GAME.

TROPES:

FAKE RELATIONSHIP ✧ ˚ · . MHM... JUST SAY YOU LIKE EACH OTHER ALREADY.

FATED MATE ✧ ˚ · . I'M A BIT PICKY ABOUT THIS TROPE THOUGH. THINGS TEND TO MOVE VERY QUICKLY BUT I ENJOY IT NONETHELESS.

FRIENDS TO LOVERS ✧ ˚ · . A CLASSIC THAT DOESN'T NEED AN EXPLANATION.

REUNION ✧ ˚ · . ESPECIALLY IF THEY WERE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND THEY REMINISCE OLD MEMORIES, OH MY GOODNESS. I EAT THIS TROPE UP EVERY TIME.

SLOWBURN ✧ ˚ · . NO DOUBT THIS IS MY MOST FAVORITE TROPE. THE BUILDUP TO EVEN THE TINIEST PIVOTAL MOMENT ALWAYS MAKES MY HEART THUMP.

TV SHOWS:

CRIMINAL MINDS ✧ ˚ · . YES, I’LL WATCH ALL 16 SEASONS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME AND FALL IN LOVE WITH PRENTISS EACH TIME. WE WERE ALSO ROBBED OF BEARDED HOTCH CONTENT.

BRIDGERTON ✧ ˚ · . DO I CRY EVERY TIME I WATCH GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE'S STORY? YES. WILL I CONTINUE TO REWATCH IT AND RECITE THE LINES EVERY TIME SOMETHING REMINDS ME OF IT? ASOLUTELY.

THE BEAR ✧ ˚ · . I WISH I KNEW OF AYO EDEBIRI BEFORE THIS SHOW BECAUSE THAT WOMAN IS AMAZING??? LIKE, HELLO???

THE EQUALIZER ✧ ˚ · . *mini spoiler* STILL CAN'T STOP THINKING OF DANTE'S GRIN WHEN HE GOT TO SEE MEL, ROB, AND HARRY'S LITTLE WORK SPOT FOUR SEASONS LATER.

SWEET MAGNOLIAS ✧ ˚ · . HELEN, MADDIE, AND DANA SUE IS HOW I PICTURE MY FRIENDS AND I IN THE FUTURE. MARGARITA NIGHTS, BEING AUNTIES TO EACH OTHER'S CHILDREN, UGH. I LOVE THEM WHOLEHEARTEDLY.

And that concludes this introduction on me and this blog. I would love to connect and befriend other authors, so please don't hesitate to reach out as my DMs will always be open! I'd love to support and read your works, so don't be hesitant to share them with me if you'd like.

I hope you all will enjoy reading my works as much as I enjoy the process of bringing my ideas to life.

divider creds to strangergraphics ♡

[terezis]

lately i have been thinking a lot abt karlach. she worked very closely with an arms dealer/ gang member and thought very highly of him right up until the moment he betrayed her personally. in an origin playthrough she can acknowledge that consuming soul coins as a power-up is probably evil (link) but if tav/ the dark urge tells her not to do so she'll disapprove and say they're damned anyway so why not.

honestly i don't think it's all that different from astarion, who was also forced to do a lot of "evil" under someone else's command and then when freed has the choice to continue down that path or break the cycle. u could even draw some parallels between the choice to complete the ritual, sending the spawns' souls to hell, and karlach's ability to use the coins (although the sheer # of souls involved obviously do make a big difference.) why was it wrong when zariel made her do it, but it doesn't matter so much now?

this is not a #hater post i think it adds really interesting nuance to her character. i wish the game acknowledged it more. or like, at all. maybe content cuts had a lot to do with it (particularly wrt the soul coins) but i want her to unpack this stuff!!!!! i think it's boring to reduce her to the categorically good puppydog character. it's more fun when she's a little bit of a hypocrite. you know.

[ollieyingdu]

VEIN PV — Analysis and Discussion

“ollie ur a week late” shut ur bitchass vein analysis is never late 🙏

ANYWAY.

welcome to my first analysis post of yingdu about the Vein PV released a couple days ago.

NOTE: this is a lottt of rambling that I’ve tried to categorize for easy consumption. if i repeat stuff or it feels clunky, i apologize!! im still working out how i wanna format these things lmao. thank you for your patience.

OKAYYYY LETS GET INTO IT !!!

lets start with the colors of this PV, shall we?

this PV is FULL of bright colors, nearly eye-strain level with a strong presence of red. Red is obviously Vein’s character color, representing violence and passion that he holds as a mafia boss, but what about the other colors?

in the screenshot I sent above, you can see a presence of bright blues and purples. in my opinion, i think the colors have less of an actual symbolism meaning, but moreso encourage us to draw conclusions about Vein. the bright colors paint his violence as fun, explosive and overpowering. as disturbing as the pv is, it’s clear that Vein is nowhere near disturbed by the things hes doing. the colors back this up perfectly.

also this pv is soooo pretty and i just want all of us to nod in acknowledgement of how PRETTY it is. studio lan i fear u ate

ANYWAY ANYWAY

as present in the lx pv as well, link click likes to show symbolism of their characters in the quick flashes before the pv actually starts. this is one for Vein: The Venus Flytrap.

according to google dot com and plant symbolism, venus flytraps represent persistence and deception. yep good all of this checks out, but why specifically a venus fly trap? can’t they show this with something else? i personally think it has to do with Vein as a character, and we don’t see a lot of that in the pv besides him being a major freak LMAOO. looking at what venus fly traps actually do — they secrete this nectar stuff that attracts flies, and using little hairs on the leaves, they can sense when a fly lands on a specific area and triggers the reaction of the plant closing. the flies outer layer is then digested and the plant feeds on what it really wants; the flies blood. i find this very interesting as i think it depicts how Vein meets shiguang. draws them in with something, closes around them and ends up feasting on their blood (whether literally or figuratively). maybe to trigger the trap, someone has to challenge him, like cxs will most likely do?? there’s definitely a lot to look at with that and I don’t think we have enough information to make concrete guesses 😭😭 but i wanted to bring it up!

along with the flytrap stuff, before the pv begins we see a video game visuals of Vein killing pigs, which I can assume depict random ass ppl in bridon. pigs being used in place of random ppl paint this picture of Vein as a butcher, and this is SO clever on link click’s part. there’s multiple scenes in the pv where vein is handling meat, whether that be killing, cutting or eating it. he’s a carnivore, through and through.

fitting that his symbolism is a carnivorous plant, isn’t it?

the video game aesthetic also gives the idea that Vein killing people is fun for him. he thrives on it. and it dehumanizes the people he kills, both through the pig imagery and that they matter as much as random enemies in a video game level. just a look into Vein’s psyche, very very interesting.

another detail that’s interesting to me; whenever Vein kills anyone in this pv, it’s always depicted with either face or head injuries, such as decapitation. this enforces how BRUTISH Vein really is. let me put it this way; if this pv showed Vein killing people with one methodical shot to the chest, our takeaway of his character would be vastly different. instead of that, vein deals injuries to the face and brain, to identity and control. he takes away people’s sense of self, either sweeping them under the rug or making them submissive to him.

and Vein does this gleefully. he’s shown laughing as he kills those around him, takes away their sense of self—he’s sadistic, incredibly so.

but, even scarier, he is drunk on power.

power is the biggest takeaway I get from this pv. they are telling us, to our face, that vein is the most powerful character we’ve met (before any of you say lx, his analysis with cover that, and i stand by my claim 👍 justtt wait and see).

okay, this considered, how is vein shown to be in power? how do we know he’s the most powerful? I think the answer to all of this lies in comparing him to past link click villains.

a big thing abt this pv is putting Vein on a different level than the villains we’ve seen before in how he exercises his power. qian jin (s2 villain if u don’t remember his name lmao), for example, typically exercises his power through manipulation. albeit, compared to lx he’s definitely worse, but his status and physical prowess allow him to have a good control of situations, such the scene at Chen bin’s house where he plants the money to frame him. Vein, on the other hand, has not only WAY more power, but a much more messy and brutal way of exercising it. in the pv we can see a lot of vein hurting people and it is messy. there’s blood everywhere, on him and on the ground, and he’s laughing maniacally surrounding by braindead henchmen. this is a BIG point on how powerful Vein is in the mafia. he doesn’t care for precision like qj does. Vein kills people, finds joy in doing so, and knows that nobody can stop him. his just has that much power. and comparing him to qj again: qj’s lackey guy had a mind of his own and ended up exercising his own agency at the end of s2. Vein’s lackeys are braindead and submissive, meaning that he surrounds himself with people who do not have the means to challenge him. my guess if that if anyone does, he gets rid of them quick, high off the adrenaline and the fact that nobody stands a chance against him.

this is backed by the loud, cocky rock music and eyestrain level visuals. it’s a nearly overwhelming amount of stimuli to display vein’s nearly overwhelming amount of power.

and in the screenshot I sent above, he’s walking outside the central bank with hooks behind him, flashy hair and all, without a care. the amount of power Vein has to do that is astronomical.

OKAY! big points from this analysis:

Vein is represented by a Venus Flytrap, one of a few carnivorous plants

Vein typically deals injuries to the face or head, which represents the way Vein takes away the identity of those around him.

Using pigs as depictions of random people, it makes Vein look like a butcher, as well as his scenes with meat everywhere

Vein finds a lot of joy in killing people, and is incredibly messy in how he handles it

Vein is powerful beyond comprehension through his Chinatown mafia

one thing i have left out is speculation around vein’s power (or if he even has one in the first place). because my theory for it is connected to another theory surrounding Overthink (the s1 ed), ill go in depth about it there! I’ll try and get that post out before yingdu airs, but be warned it is HEAVY speciation lmao

well guys, that seems to be it!!! i adore this PV, the song is a BANGERRR and we all cheer as we await yingdu!!

next up, lx pv analysis 🙏 drop a follow if ur interested in seeing it (trust me there is SO much to say about it) and check out the tag #ollieyingdu for anything yingdu related i have posted before or will post in the future.

thank you so much for stopping by! please feel free to comment/reblog ur thoughts, i welcome any and all discussion as long as everyone remains respectful.

that’s all for now! see you later 🫶

[matchanon]

you know that doomed apocalypse isekai plot had given me some thoughts too and as the inspirator for this im holding u responsible for these ideas so im dumping these in your inbox (im sorry haha)

<<being isekai'd into an rpg-like otome game>>

- first of all, unlike the other reader, this one had lowkey highkey been playing this game and all its routes so they KNOW their shit. maybe this game is notorious for its difficulty and bad endings, maybe it's rng bullshit all together, who knows but the reader lmao

- the moment they wake up they either go panic mode until they realize what world is this or they excitedly roam around and figured out which faction they had woken into.

- if they had awoken into castrum kremnos, it's the hardest faction to stay alive and keep yourself afloat in the original game. it has so many hard events and scenarios, not to mention even meeting the main guy of this route (mydeimos) is a task and a hurdle. but wooing him is probably the easiest when you can prove yourself worthy and stay by his side.

- waking up in the grove is the easiest place you could start at as the beginning stages are the best places to level up and grind, only at the end is where the big harder events come in (and in game by the time you get there, you should be fully equipped and leveled) the hardest part about this route is no doubt the guy (anaxagoras) as he takes nearly as long as the entire route even for him to begin acknowledging you as he's much more interested in uncovering the secrets of the tide.

- the third route in okhema seemed to be the most balanced out of the three. There would be random battles and scenarios that would be hard when you are unprepared but it's nothing brain-numbingly hard like in castrum kremnos. and the main guy (phainon) isn't half bad or too easy to go for either! no, the main game isn't the hard part--it's the endings he would pursue. care too much and he becomes the villain deadset in only caring about YOU and not the world. care too little and why would he bother with anything else except for his revenge? make a minute mistake and he ends up as flame reaver rather than the deliverer. forget to do something and he fails his final trial.

so, what where would reader end up in and what route would they choose?

i didn't want to air out this ask cuz we were VERY close to anaxagoras banner, so i waited a bit for it, though it doesn't make particular difference in this case, the outline remains pretty much the same. anyways... have you ever watched overlord? i personally find it fun when game translates terrifyingly into reality :3

since we don't have an actual otome plot to go off from, i will be free balling this.

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you, the reader, do not have the luxury of choice.

and of course you don't have a choice. if you did, you wouldn't be here. you would've never chosen this world from all the games and novels you could've chosen. you wouldn't have chosen to transmigrate, period. in this reality that should've remained a game, you do not choose the hows, the whys, the whens, or the whats.

games are games, novels are novels, they are fun to play or read after 8 hours of work, but the real thing is decidedly not fun.

in fact, it’s downright horrible.

no matter where you start off, it’s a very horrible world years (in the two digit numbers at most) away from utter annihilation. the people are on edge. the regulations are strict. the food is managed and the population in each city kept an eye on. the monsters are hideous and smelly and terrifying. they have dinosaurs for pets and one of them almost crushes you beneath its foot. this world sucks balls.

a world based off an otome is still a shitty world. you are not protected by a screen nor do you get to go back and redo your mistakes. you work, eat, sleep, except this time you're utterly alone. you're also kind of useless in stuff except game knowledge.

you can't use swords or bows. you don't know how to plant corps, sew a straw basket, or even skin an animal. you don't know the protocols and unspoken rules set in place. you only know that the world is real. you bleed. you hurt. you can die (or worse). a seven year old here has more survival skills than you do and had even comforted you when you had broken down like, twice, patting your back like your mom used to do when you were small (and what humbling experience that had been).

no one knows you. no one cares about you. you are truly, horribly, indescribably alone. you are terrified, and you must fight for your very survival now. the world is going to end soon. you are going to die if you don’t do something, but what can you do?

if “you” try to “wander” around, you are going to die either by monsters or fellow humans. if you stay without doing anything, the world marches to destruction. any day there is danger of corruption swallowing the place you live. what is knowledge worth when you had been a law-abiding civilian form the modern era and cannot act, fight, or survive on your own?

you know the characters. you know the routes. you know the items, the cheats, the lore. things you used to pour over in forums and discussion groups for fun are now things you desesperately try to recall and depend on for survival.

after mere weeks living in this game world, this knowledge is exactly why you can understand just how fucked you are.

the world is infamous for its bad ends, fights, and rng (oh god, the rng is the worst, you are NOT lucky), and so far none of it looks pretty in person. you certainly haven't been very lucky. if a single dromas can almost accidentally send you to heaven (not a fun experience, 0/5 stars review, despite the cuddle afterwards that left your face wet from licks), what makes you think you can survive fighting by the capturable targets' side and aid them?

drastic circumstances, you think, call for drastic measures.

ROUTE #1: YOU WAKE UP IN 《 "MURMURING WOODS", GROVE OF EPIPHANY》

one of the most hated routes ever because the gameplay used to have math problems in real time :) in the real world, it's even shittier.

after you transmigrate, you suddenly have to cram religion, quantum physics, history, agriculture, arquitecture, magic voodoo, alchemy, and math. you are not going to survive. might as well lay down and wait for death.

time is ticking. you don't have the time - nor the brain cells - to get into any of anaxagoras' classes. just thinking about studying masters degree levels of stuff makes you want to pass out. he might think you are lying, and by the time you can for sure prove you're not, you are pretty sure it's going to be late and you're all going to die.

this is the real world. you are not constrained to routes and choices in a screen. you must use think outside the box. think hard, and realize this: your only option is not professor anaxagoras.

instead, before doom decimates the grove of epiphany and you become a faceless face amongst the statistic, you must find a way to attract the gaze of cerces, the titan of reason residing at the core of the academia.

alriiiight, time to prep yourself to spout some of the biggest bullshit in your two lives.

gods, you can't believe all those hours pouring over game lore for shipping purposes is going to save your life.

(of course, your other option is to shoot all your subjects to hell and get yourself expelled, but that runs the dangers of being sent to a city that is not okhema.)

ROUTE #2: YOU WAKE UP IN 《 "BLOODBATHED BATTLEFRONT", CASTRUM KREMNOS》

simply put, you are fucked.

figuratively speaking, the dynasty of castrum kremnos had long since become an abandoned fortress by the time you meet the warrior of okhema, mydei, in the main storyline. it becomes a plot device used to bond with mydei and something many fans had gushed over and cried about. despite being a mere plot device, there is enough lore on castrum kremnos for you to know enough and understand that when you wake up in the still standing city of castrum kremnos, you are in deep, deep trouble.

the city was not felled by the black tides, instead, it had been taken down in rebellion against its current king eurypon by the banished and presumed dead crown prince, mydeimos. by the timeline of the main story, castrum kremnos is only an abandoned wastelant of madness and rubble.

(you don't know, you don't know when and where mydeimos is...!!! what year did castrum kremnos fall? when did he finally leave the sea and meet his comrades? how many years did he spend wandering? how long did the rebellion last? has aglaea already sought him out in alliance?)

it is not a kind city for the weak. glorious though its walls and warriors might be, its customs are steeped in might and war. people die for pride, glory, and senseless slaughter, something you have read in the game but cannot truly understand when seeing it with your own eyes.

even now, lurking in the whispering crowd, you watch as men and women venture into a labyrinth and come out as mangled corpses. more keep going in, and just as many come out. the kremnoan warriors are proud and seek glory through strife. your problem here is not the supernatural forces that will destroy the world, but the human civilization you find yourself locked within, like prey surrounded on all sides by predators.

you have to survive until the rebellion. you must.

but hey, at least you didn't wake up in the castrum kremnos ruins of present day, right? you would've died five minutes in, either because of titankins mobs or the boss monster itself, lmfao.

ROUTE 3: YOU WAKE UP IN 《 "ETERNAL HOLY CITY", OKHEMA》

you spill the beans to aglaea.

before aglaea decides you're a threat and kills you, you seek her out and swear to help okhema reach the most optimal ending to the prophecy. you would've even fall to your knees if necessary (it doesn't come to that, gratefully). of all the characters, she's the one you know will believe your words because you cannot lie to her strings.

all routes, all hidden endings, all enemy weaknesses, all hidden npcs, all the tricks, all the hidden items and weapons, all the knowledge you can remember-- you will offer it all up to the flamechase prophecy. you have seen the endings and the devastation of the world. you cannot presume to be smarter than aglaea or tribbios or even crown prince mydeimos, but by the gods, you will offer everything and also use your tiny brain to pour through everything like a good, obedient, obsessed fanfiction writer and seasoned reader of novels and games.

you do not even consider taking phainon's route. his routes are infamously easy to enter and just as infamously hellish to progress. even on other routes, he is the epicenter of the game and is embroiled in all manners of political nitpicking and conflict.

of all the targets currently stationed in okhema, he had been one of your favorites otome targets ever, but the fondness for character does not translate well to reality when you realize this is the very same man involved in approximately 325 endings (both his and the others'). haha, no, you are not touching him. you don't have the brain cells to deal with him. get out.

no, no, your best bet is the golden weaver, aglaea.

she's beautiful and smart and scary as hell. you regret not taking her seriously in the game. she is your most dependable benefactor for survival in this world-game. her goal is the completion of the prophecy and the era nova of amphoreus. just as well, they coincide with your survival.

no, your survival depends on her.

ironically, despite your allegiance to aglaea, anaxa might be interested in you if you land first in okhema, because you can't lie your ass about your faith and aglaea's strings pouch for it. your knowledge (which is affirmed as your truth by aglaea's strings) will also keep him close.

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[thomaszzen]

Been seeing you on my feed, lately. I absolutely love your art style, and crackships for Monster! (That I actually lowkey fuck with). You make them feel so right, lol. Who is your favorite paring? Even if it’s not common?

Thank you so much, you're so sweet!! :"(

I honestly can't help it trying to think about unusual pairings, I think it's a lot of fun and it becomes a challenge when you have to question yourself, how is this going to work? In this case, responding at your question, at this moment I fell right and hard on Lunge x Gillen lolol.

I think they have the potential to have a really interesting dynamic and I loved their scene together talking about Tenma's case. It shows a man who thinks so sure he knows Tenma, obssesed with him at the point where he's the center of his life, and even if in our eyes he's completely wrong, he defends this posture because is everything he has left. And at the other hand you have a man who believes in him, who really knows who he is on a somewhat personal level, and who in a similar but not identical way, all of this case is going to consume his life too. This clash of thoughts and beliefs, that even the story acknowledges their paralels with the way they gather information, makes them so interesting to me and it can leave room to make a dynamic on anything they talk or work together with.

(Also, another explicit paralel, two men who their wives left because they're obssesed workaholics !! Old man yaoi wins)

I have more crackships on my mind but I'll make more fanarts abt it soon...

For now, I'll leave u this one about these dorks

[hqbaby]

seven — kinda nice

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2.6k content. swearing, oral (m receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, handjob, use of pet names, aftercare

“Don’t,” Yukie says, holding a hand up as if to stop you from speaking.

You frown. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you were going to.” She keeps her head down, focused on her notes. “You were going to talk about wanting to drop out again.”

“I was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

Yachi hushes you. “Are we studying or not?”

You point an accusatory finger at Yukie. “She started it!”

“Y/N, I love you, but can you just please focus,” Kiyoko joins in, looking at you desperately. “Your next exam’s worth 40% of your grade.”

You cross your arms and lean back against your seat. Like a stubborn child. “I know that,” you say. Although you were pretty sure it was only 30%. Maybe you actually should have been studying. You shake your head at the thought, then, “Can I have my phone now?”

“No!” they all say in unison.

“But what if ‘Tsumu texted?”

Yachi groans. “That’s exactly why you can’t have your phone,” she tells you. “You get way too distracted.”

“I do not.”

“Do too!”

“Oh my fucking god!” Kiyoko exclaims. She stands up and marches over to the corner of the room, furiously opening a drawer then slamming it shut. When she gets back to the table, she slides your phone over to you. “Just be quiet.”

“Okay,” you whisper, grinning as you take your phone to check it.

tsumu: u better be studying

You scream, hurling your phone across the room. The three girls look at you in disbelief as you offer them a guilty smile. “Sorry.”

The summer semester rolls away unceremoniously. You spend two weeks hunched over your desk, finishing papers and preparing for your final exams, getting an average of three hours of sleep every night. You run on nothing but coffee and instant noodles, only leaving your room to study in a different setting with your friends who are suffering too.

When you finally pass your last exam—your professor only nodding to acknowledge your existence—a wave of relief washes over you. The war has been fought. The battle is won. And you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I’m gonna sleep forever,” you say excitedly, digging into the salmon bento Atsumu brought you. “Fuck me, this is good.”

“I’ll tell ‘Samu ya like it,” he says, eating his own with gusto. “Ya can say no, but d’ya wanna come to my place tonight? We can watch movies and eat and sleep.”

You nod your head vigorously. “I’d like that,” you tell him. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Things between the two of you have been going well. You’ve been hanging out for more than two months now and you surprisingly feel no urge to bolt just yet. He’s a good friend and a good person, you like spending time with him. You’ve even started getting close with his friends and the rest of the volleyball team—much to Oikawa’s dismay. 

It’s even given you a reason to see Suna more, which is always nice. You’ve learned that he’s pretty much the same person when he’s around his friends. Quieter, maybe, and a little colder towards you (because you aren’t supposed to be close), but still the same Suna that you’re used to. It’s been interesting getting to know him this way. You don’t mind it at all.

Everything’s been good. You’re having a lot of fun.

Atsumu drops you off at your residence hall after lunch, promising to pick you up later. You give him a kiss and thank him before sending him on his way.

Your room is empty when you get there. Kiyoko’s probably out with Tanaka, you think as you flop onto your bed. The blankets are warm and soft and freshly washed thanks to your roommate who freaked out when you told her you hadn’t washed them in weeks.

You’ll have to get up eventually. Take a proper shower and put on something comfortable. Pack a bag for Atsumu’s place. Maybe grab a cup of coffee. But, for now, you set an alarm and let yourself sleep.

You deserve it.

The twins’ apartment isn’t what you expect at all. You’ve been to other boys’ places before and they all have a recurring theme—Suna with his dirty socks by the door, Oikawa with his hoard of unreturned clothes with price tags still on them, Iwaizumi with his giant Godzilla stuffed toy that he never acknowledges (which you should never acknowledge either)—you thought you’d find something similar in Atsumu and Osamu’s place.

But no.

All you’re met with is a barren wasteland. A living room with nothing but a plain couch and a television. A kitchen with no plates or cups or cutlery. An entryway with no shoes, no mat, no coat rack. Empty. Completely devoid of any signs of life.

“Did you get robbed?” you can’t help yourself from asking.

Atsumu lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that bad!”

“‘Tsumu.” Your wide gaze meets his. “Do you need money?”

He rolls his eyes at your theatrics. “C’mon,” he says, leading you to what you assume is his room. “Stop starin’ at my kitchen.”

“No, but, ‘Tsumu, seriously. There aren’t any curtains—”

When he opens the door, you’re met with, well, a regular room. A little messy, but bursting with life. The complete opposite of the rest of the apartment.

“What?”

He leads you inside and closes the door behind him. “People get a little rowdy when we throw parties here,” he explains, “So we keep all the common areas clear of anythin’ they might break or steal.”

“Ohhh,” you say, everything clicking into place. “I get it now… I think.”

After the initial shock of his apartment wears off, you realize that you’re standing in his room and decide to look around. Now, this makes more sense.

His bed has been made, albeit a little hastily, and he’s obviously shoved a bunch of clutter under the frame. He has shelves, mostly empty, save for a few textbooks and a volleyball signed by someone Oikawa would probably scream about if he knew. His desk is the tidiest part of the room, with nothing but his laptop and a stack of notebooks to the side. It makes you smile thinking about what he might look like when he’s sitting there and doing his homework.

He picks his laptop up and hops onto his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down. “C’mon,” he says, pulling out a bunch of snacks from his bag. “I promised ya a movie.”

You take your place beside him, letting him put his arm around you as you snuggle into his side. “And sleep,” you say, opening a pack of sour gummy worms. “You promised sleep.”

“‘Course.” He smiles, opening his laptop and going to Netflix. “So, what d’ya wanna watch?”

You settle on a romcom—10 Things I Hate About You—and you do exactly what Atsumu said you’d do. You watch and eat and drift in and out of sleep. It’s nice having him beside you, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes you feel safe. 

When the movie ends, you decide it’s still too early for dinner, so you put on something else. This time, Atsumu picks. A horror film. The Cabin in the Woods.

As the characters on screen scream, you and Atsumu find yourselves in a rather heated makeout session. You’re straddling him, holding yourself up with both your hands on his shoulders. His legs are bent to keep you closer to him, his arms wrapped around you, hands going dangerously low.

He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your neck, occasionally stopping to suck at the vulnerable skin. You throw your head back and whimper, unable to bring yourself to complain about the marks he’s leaving. It just feels so good.

Without even realizing it, your hips start to grind against him, searching for some relief for the growing heat in your stomach. It’s only when you feel just how hard he is underneath his sweatpants that you come to your senses.

You look down to see him kissing your collarbone, eyes blown as he looks at you.

“Do ya wanna—”

“Yes.”

A smirk falls over his lips as he moves his mouth away from you and closes his laptop, pulling your t-shirt over your head. His hand slips behind you and unhooks your bra with practiced ease, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. He descends on your breasts, holding each with one hand, licking one nipple and playing with the other with his thumb.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing the soft flesh. Then, he’s undressing you again, this time pulling down your bottoms, leaving you completely naked on top of him. He runs his large hands over your body. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Not fair,” you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You’re still dressed.”

Atsumu laughs at that. “Yer impatient, huh?” He cranes his neck to kiss you. “Gotta learn to wait, baby.”

Despite his words, he gets rid of his clothes anyway, helping you off of him so that he can remove his jeans and boxers. He stands at the side of the bed, rolling his clothes into a ball, his cock on full display. 

You feel yourself swallow. He’s big.

“Like what ya see?” he asks when he catches you staring.

Instead of answering him, you crawl over to the edge of the bed and take him in your hands, pumping his cock before licking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. He groans. You move your mouth up and down, using your hands to rub the parts you can’t fit. Pulling back, you swirl your tongue over the tip before moving down again.

He watches as you work, trying to memorize the way you look right now. It’s an unholy sight—you stark naked, your head bobbing up and down, sucking him off like nothing in the world matters. He could die right then and there and he’d be a happy man.

“Fuck, Y/N, yer gonna make me come,” he says before pulling your head away. You stare at him with a raised brow and he adds, “I wanna fuck ya first.”

You grin, moving aside for him to sit on the mattress before you straddle him again. “‘Tsumu,” you moan as you slide your cunt over his length. “Want you to fuck me.”

He reaches for your core and touches your clit, listening to your reactions to see what you like, dipping a finger into you and bending it until he hits the right spot. Soon, you’re nothing more than a moaning mess slumped over his shoulder.

“Ya close?” he asks, nipping at the skin near your ear.

You nod wordlessly, whimpers pouring out of your lips.

“Come for me, then.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. It crashes into you as you stop grinding against Atsumu, your body wracked with pleasure. You hold onto him as he whispers praises into your ear.

“Did so good, baby,” he tells you, a soothing hand coming up to rub your back. “Still want me to fuck ya?”

You nod, coming down from your high.

“I need ya to say it, baby.”

“P-please fuck me, ‘Tsumu,” you say. “Please.”

He smirks. “Yer so polite,” he says, reaching over to a drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rips the package open and slides the latex down his cock. You gulp, reminded of just how big he actually is.  “Yer such a good girl. Think ya can ride me, huh, good girl?”

You move your head mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight of him. “Yes, ‘Tsumu.”

“Go ahead then.” He nods. “Ride me.”

You lift your hips a little and take his cock in your hands. He hisses at the contact. Slowly, you line him up with your core and sink down onto him. Your eyes close at the feeling of him filling you up. When you’ve taken all of him, he gives you a moment to get settled. Then, you lift yourself up then fall back down again. The sound of slapping skin fills the room as the two of you moan at the feeling.

You do it slowly a few more times before you're bouncing on his cock, slamming yourself down again and again. You feel so full. “Feel so good, ‘Tsumu!” You moan. “So fucking good!”

His hands come up to cup your ass, fingers wrapping around the expanse of flesh. He halts your movements before drilling up into you, hard and fast. He watches as you throw your head back and your hands come up to hair.

“Yer so hot,” he says, pressing his face into your chest as he continues to thrust. “Takin’ me so well. So tight, baby.”

You can feel your second orgasm approaching. “I’m close, ‘Tsumu.”

“Let go, baby,” he tells you, voice straining slightly. He’s close too. It’s hard not to be when your pussy is gripping onto him that way, all warm and tight. “Let go for me, yeah? Like the good girl y’are.”

You let your high hit you again, hands scrambling to grab onto his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, scratching the flesh as he continues to move. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu!” Feeling his grip on you loosen, you start bouncing to meet his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”

“Can I come on yer tits?”

You almost laugh at how meek the question sounds compared to everything else he’s said. “‘Course, baby.” 

You get off of him and let your knees fall to the bed. You lean down and press your chest to his groin, slipping off the rubber and pumping his cock. Your eyes stay on him as you move. He looks absolutely divine. 

In the darkness of his room, his blond hair catches a hint of light and shimmers above his head like a halo. He stares at you through his hazy gaze, the picture of a fallen angel.

Then, he throws his head back and cum shoots onto your skin. You keep moving until he puts his hand on your arm and pulls you up to kiss him. Your lips melt onto his. The kiss is nice and slow, the two of you holding onto each other as your heartbeats begin to level.

He pulls away first, grinning that boyish grin of his. 

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you say.

“Are ya hungry now?”

“Starved.”

“Let’s see if ‘Samu’s home. Get ‘im to make us dinner.”

“I hope he isn’t.” You wince. “We were kinda… loud.”

Atsumu shrugs. “Oh well.”

You hit his arm playfully as the two of you start laughing. 

He gets dressed and helps you get cleaned up, grabbing a damp towel from his bathroom and placing himself between your legs. “Sorry, sorry!” he says when you hiss as he wipes you down. “Still learning.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at him, endeared by his concern. “Just a little sensitive.”

When he’s done, he gives you one of his shirts (a jersey from his highschool team) and a pair of boxers to change into. There’s something so careful about the way he moves. Like he doesn’t want to scare you away. As you watch him go around his room—asking what you want, asking you if you’re sure you’re okay, insisting you at least drink some water—you feel your heart swell a little. It all just feels so… nice.

In fact, you’re so swept up in Atsumu that you don’t even see your phone light up in the darkness of the room. A text message just waiting for your reply.

rin: u wanna have dinner?

notes. atsumu babes hi <3 i have not forgotten about you <3 anyway!! before the plot continues plotting, lmk what team you guys are on ;)

[thesehandsfic]

hii was wondering whether u would share your thoughts on ronsey, specifically whether ronan was ever attracted to gansey and if not, why. i know you’ve mentioned before that gansey filled the dominant role in the space b/w niall’s death and adam’s introduction, so im curious to hear more of your opinions on their dynamic & why it’s so different to adamronan

also buckle was brilliant!! u are immensely talented and i second that anon who said they’d read any original fiction u put out :^)

hi super fun question tysm for asking

first things first i believe ronsey is a purely nonsexual dynamic. i do not think gansey thought of ronan in that way & i do not think ronan was interested in taking his relationship with gansey to that level. that said, and what you are referring to me saying in the past, is that i do think gansey did his best to fill the dominant role in ronan’s life following the death of niall (mostly because ronan needed him to). declan attempts to do this, but he is not successful, because ronan was not raised to respect, trust, or even like declan (and vice versa). so when niall dies, ronan is suddenly homeless & an orphan & subject to declan’s punitive, misguided rule. he doesn’t want to listen to declan, but that leaves him effectively stranded, without a guiding influence. gansey is a leader, but i do not think he is necessarily domineering in a way that completely suits ronan’s needs. ronan was possessive of him because in a way he was the only thing ronan really had left from before niall’s death that wasn’t ruined or altered somehow. his home, his siblings, his mother, all were tarnished or permanently changed by that loss. gansey, however, remembers ronan from before, and believes in ronan, and understands that ronan sometimes needs to be reined in. i think it was somewhat unhealthily codependent. i also think gansey was not suited to really take charge. he’s bossy, sure, and he throws his weight around because he knows ronan will listen to him because ronan really just wants to be told what to do, but he is not really dominant enough for ronan. they were, in my opinion, evenly yoked. i believe their relationship as it exists in td3 is appropriate—one of my most controversial yet staunchly held opinions is that a ronan after “growing out of” gansey is a healthier ronan. i don’t think ronan was ever particularly interested in him sexually, i think he was woefully lost and mourning a part of him that gansey remembers. it’s observed by some other characters that gansey is “working on” ronan or that he’s the only thing that’s good about ronan because he tries to modify ronan’s behavior. i do think ronan believed gansey was one of the few good things left and he wanted to hang onto that. but to quote the man himself: That’s Not What Gansey Is To Me. for example the convenience store scene is just ronan being a homosexual. gansey’s a handsome boy and we know that and ronan’s not blind. i will also acknowledge that he also thinks the innuendo about him being subservient to gansey is funny at times, and he and gansey engage in it too (this is why i didn’t want to have a baby with you) but i think that’s more of a case of Boys Will Be Boys than latent sexual attraction. people make a lot of innuendo about ronan in the canon text and he responds to a lot of it in a direct way that seems to encourage it, or at the least play along with it—i think he does this to make people uncomfortable. the person who makes the most assumptions about ronan and gansey is kavinsky, and kavinsky was spitefully jealous of gansey because he misinterpreted their dynamic & wanted ronan for himself. one theory i see put forward a lot is that gansey rejected ronan or that it was one sided which is why ronan “moved on” to adam—i believe this is incorrect, but everyone can think what they want. ronan thinks gansey’s cute cus everyone thinks gansey’s cute cus gansey IS cute—ronan desperately needs someone who will match his intensity and fulfill his needs and he knew that could never be gansey. they’re still important to each other, gansey is quite literally essential to ronan for about a year of his life, but that doesn’t always translate to sex.

tl;dr i don’t think their dynamic is sexual, i don’t think it had the potential to be, i don’t think either of them wanted it to be. they both had other things going on. that’s not what gansey is to him.

hope this helps, sorry if it’s disappointing, and tysm for being so kind about my fic! 🥹🫶

[dolskele]

Playing Course of Temptation for funsies, super fun so far! Here's my list of pros and cons so far (not tht deep into the game yet btw)

PROS:

·Similar concept/idea for DOL but it's college!

·OMG TRANS/NONBINARY OPTIONS FOR PC AND NPCS!!!!!! I finally got to make Luca trans😭😭

-> People actually acknowledge that you're trans! From what I've seen, the PC corrects when someone calls their privates something they don't prefer (ex. calling it the "front hole" instead)

·Main character creation is SUPER interactive! What u choose for their highschool experience affects their stats!! Super cool

·College life is more focused on, and earning money. DOL is fun for how many options there are to do other shit, but the stability is nice lol

·All kinky shit is similar to DOL, interactions and sexual encounters are easy to navigate

·Theres a goddamn opportunity to do cam shows. U need exhibition 4/6 or whatever for it but I NEED IT

·I love that we can customize our best friend! I named mine Robin Hayes... because it felt right to transfer him from DOL-> COT lmaoooo

·The interactions between characters are fun! I esp love tht when u go eat, u can choose what table u sit at and talk to the people there! And ur interests matter, esp if u wanna befriend them

·NPCs are very interactive and memorable! If u interact w/ them enough, u can learn their name and even upgrade them to friend/rival/enemy!!

·U can develop crushes unprompted/others can have crushes on u! It's not so important, but it's cuteeeee😊

·PARTYS ON FRIDAYS!!!! Most fun shit ever, u can eat as much u want, drink as much (u don't have to drink alcohol unless someone offers and ur willpower isn't high enough)

And now for the 🥊CONS🥊:

·I said NPCs are more memorable, but now I'm more attached to them than the Special Characters😭😭😭

·Sadly, the Bailey grind is back. But so far it's just been $100, and it's just ur mom asking for it as compensation for living on the dorms and going to college¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so that's fair (and if ur grades are high enough, u only pay $80!)

•You have more stats to take care of!! Rest, relaxation, hygiene, food, bladder, release (aka horniness)

·I love money too much and I'm a hoarder, so I've been grinding on my job @ the burger place in town😭

Aaaand that's it. Yeah idk much rn since I've just started, but it's promising so far! And just to catch more attention, here are a few screenshots I took!!💗💗Enjoy💗💗