#keyboard rhythm game

[colourful-void]

one of the difficult things about community based online rhythm games (so like, something like osu as a opposed to something to proseka) is that the perception of "easy" is really skewed to the point where it's really difficult for new comers, at least in my experience.

[m00nb04rd5]

Can I request a moodboard for Yinu?

Yinu (No Straight Roads)

[fellhellion]

the only way out is through. the only way out is through <- abt kcd's combat

[wavetapper]

honestly seeing some real promising names in the current lineup....

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

been bedridden and using my tablet to complete dailies in Genshin and like damn, I didn't realize rhythm games were so much easier on a touch screen until Mr. Itto's wild ride wasn't shit

[cinnabeat]

this game is hell on my wrists tbh

[nexus-nebulae]

the fact that logitech has an entire section on their help page dedicated solely to reporting bluetooth issues and yet not a single one is fixed really puts my confidence in them in the floor

[sweethoneyjays]

when they are the most clingy ᯓ★

❀ ◦ paring ◦ enha x reader

❀ ◦ genre ◦ fluff

❀ ◦ warnings ◦ none

❀ ◦ word count ◦ 2k+

❀ ◦ masterlist

heeseung ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ after gaming

The room hummed with the faint buzz of electronics. You lay sprawled on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling aimlessly.

Across the room, Heeseung sat at his desk, his eyes glued to the monitor, fingers flying across the keyboard followed by the sounds of aggressive clicks. The tension in his posture was obvious.

Suddenly, the screen went dark. Heeseung pushed back his chair with a frustrated grunt, stomping toward the bed. Without a word, he flopped down beside you, his weight sinking into the mattress.

Before you could react, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace, like a koala clinging to a tree.

"Stressful game?" you asked, your voice soft but teasing.

"Yeah" he muttered, his breath warm against your skin.

You couldn’t resist.

"Aww, my poor baby" you cooed, your tone dripping with playful teasing as you cupped his face in your hands.

"Were the players bullying my poor baby" you added, your voice lifting as if you were talking to a child.

His lips twitched into a smile, the tension in his shoulders melting away.

"Ah, stop, stop" he giggled, burying his face against you.

His arms wrapped around you as he buried his head into the curve of your shoulder, his body radiating a comforting warmth. His grip tightened slightly, as though anchoring himself to you, and you could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing begin to slow.

The faintest trace of his cologne lingered in the air, blending with the subtle scent of your own. The room felt smaller, quieter, like a little world made just for the two of you. His giggles softened, trailing off into a contented sigh

"You're lucky you're cute" he added, his voice muffled but full of love.

jay ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ when waking up

The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, its warmth gently caressing your face. You felt Jay’s embrace, his arms loosely wrapped around your figure, holding you in a cocoon of comfort. As the haze of sleep began to fade, you cracked your eyes open, just enough to catch a glimpse of the clock.

‘9:00 AM.’

You sighed, preparing yourself to leave your cozy bed. The moment you started to shift, Jay’s arms tightened around you, pulling you firmly back into place.

“Don’t go” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep and pleading softly.

“Jay, it’s already 9” you chuckled, amused by his grip.

“Ten more minutes” he bargained, his face buried against you like he could hide from the impending responsibilities of the day.

You tried to reason with him, though his grip remained strong.

“But we need to prepare breakfast and get ready for our lunch out” you countered, though you already knew you weren’t winning this battle.

“We can move the lunch to tomorrow” he muttered, his words slurred with drowsiness.

“Explain that to jake” you scoffed, attempting to wriggle free, but his hold stayed firm, anchoring you in place.

“Fine, ten more minutes” you finally conceded, surrendering as you limply settled back into his embrace.

“Twenty.” he murmured, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips.

You sighed in defeat, a playful exasperation in your voice.

“It’s a good thing I love it when you’re sleepy and clingy.”

Jay’s lips twitched into a soft, content smile as he nuzzled against you.

“I love you too, sweetheart” he said, his voice tinged with a cheeky grin.

jake ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ after practice

You lounged on the couch, letting the TV’s endless stream of mediocre shows keep you mildly entertained. The quiet of the room was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the door opening and slamming shut.

“Welcome home, jaeyu-” you began, but before you could finish, he was on top of you, his limbs sprawled and heavy with exhaustion.

“Was practice extra tiring today?” you chuckled softly.

Your fingers instinctively finding their way to his hair. You combed through the strands, soothing him with your touch.

“Mhm” he hummed, his body visibly relaxing as the tension ebbed away.

His weight pressed into you, grounding both of you in the cozy silence that followed.

The moment felt peaceful, the room being comfortingly silent. That is, until the quiet atmosphere was broken by the unmistakable rumbling of his stomach.

“Looks like someone’s hungry” you teased with a giggle. “Let’s order something” you added, reaching out for your phone.

“NoOooOoO wait-” Jake whined dramatically, grabbing hold of you and pulling you back down. His arms locked around you like a barrier against escape.

“Let me just hold you a little longer…” he sighed, his voice trailing off into a gentle plea.

You giggled again, surrendering to his warmth as you wrapped your arms around him once more.

“I missed you a lot” he mumbled into your shoulder, a soft smile creeping onto his face.

sunghoon ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ when he's stressed

You sat at your desk, fingers dancing over the keyboard as your thoughts translated into mindless keystrokes. The world outside your focus blurred into background noise, including the soft creak of the door slowly opening behind you.

Out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped around your shoulders, startling you from your flow.

“Oh, hoon! You’re home. I didn’t hear you…” you chuckled, leaning instinctively into his warm embrace.

Sunghoon nodded silently, the weight of his day obvious in the way he sighed softly, his face resting in the crook of your nape. The familiar scent of him, comforting, made you pause your work.

“Rough day?” you asked gently, your voice carrying the tenderness of shared understanding. He nodded again, his grip on you remaining firm.

You raised a hand and began petting his hair softly, your fingers threading through his locks in slow, soothing motions. Letting him hold onto you without a word, you created space for him to rest and recharge, the quiet between you feeling soothing and safe, a silent embrace that has understanding and warmth.

After a few minutes, you broke the calm with a gentle question.

“Want to move to the couch?”

“Yes, please” Sunghoon mumbled, his voice just above a whisper.

He slid his hands down to yours, clasping them firmly as he led you to the sofa.

He plopped down onto the cushions, tugging you down alongside him. His arms found their way around your waist almost immediately, his head settling comfortably onto your shoulder. You could feel the tension from his day melting away, bit by bit, as he nestled closer.

Looks like tonight is gonna be a quiet cuddle night, the kind where words fade into the background and all that mattered was the simple comfort of each other’s presence.

sunoo ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ when he's flustered

You walked into the living room, the warm afternoon light pouring through the windows, casting a soft glow across the space.

Your eyes immediately landed on Sunoo, lounging on the couch, his attention absorbed by the screen of his phone. The sunlight seemed to dance on his skin, highlighting his features in the most beautiful way. His hair looked impossibly soft, and the way his lips curled into a small smile at whatever he was reading made your heart skip a beat. You were undeniably, absolutely down bad.

“How did the world bless me with such a gorgeous boyfriend,” you muttered aloud, the thought slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Sunoo’s head shot up, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“What the- what’s wrong with you?” he chuckled, though the soft blush blooming on his cheeks betrayed how flustered he felt.

You made your way toward him, a playful grin on your lips.

“What? Can’t I admire my handsome boyfriend?” you teased before plopping down beside him.

His shy smile grew as he turned his face away, hiding it in the crook of your neck.

“Aish, stop it,” he giggled, his voice muffled against your skin.

“Don’t lie, you love it,” you quipped, wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug.

Sunoo’s blush deepened as he tightened his hold on you, snuggling closer to hide the evidence.

“I do,” he admitted softly, his voice tinged with affection. A cheeky giggle escaped him before he added,

“But I love you more.”

He sealed his words with a quick, gentle peck on your cheek, his happiness radiating in the way his smile lingered, even as he buried his face again in your embrace.

jungwon ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ when he gets hyper

You were napping peacefully in the comfort of your shared bed, the soft blankets cocooning you in a world of peace and quiet. The faint hum of the afternoon filled the room, lulling you deeper into rest.

Until you hear his footsteps, quick and terrifying, approaching at rapid speed.

Before you could even react, the bed dipped under a sudden weight, and Jungwon flopped onto it. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, pulling you close as he grinned down at you.

“Gooooodmorning~” he chirped, his voice dripping with cheeky enthusiasm.

You groaned, half-buried in the pillows, your peaceful nap shattered by his outburst of energy.

Before you could protest, he began peppering your face with kisses, laughing after each one.

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy” Jungwon giggled, his words followed by another attack of kisses.

“AaAaaaaAaa- wonnie, stop!” you whined, trying to shield your face with your hands. But despite your protests, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips, betraying your amusement.

“You’ve been napping for an hour! I missed you” he whined dramatically, his voice tinged with playful exaggeration as he continued his attack of affection.

You let out a giggle, finally peeking out from behind your hands.

“Why are you so hyper in the middle of the afternoon?”

“I just want to shower you with my love” he chuckled, his arms tightening around you as he aggressively snuggled into your side, his warmth radiating through the blankets.

“You’re too cute,” you murmured, your voice soft as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Only for you,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a tender tone as he nuzzled closer.

ni-ki ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ before sleeping

You stepped out of the bathroom, towel in hand, trying to dry your hair as you prepared to finally lie down and relax. The door creaked open, and Ni-ki, sprawled across the bed and on the verge of sleep, spotted you immediately.

“Baby, come here” he muttered, his voice low and drowsy, his tall figure stretched out.

“Hold on, riki, I’m just drying my hair” you replied, continuing to freshen up, oblivious to the mischief brewing in his mind.

Ni-ki doesnt like that answer so he does the best possible decision. He stood up from the bed, marching toward the bathroom with determined steps.

Before you could react, he yoinked you from your spot, tossing you effortlessly over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Wha- riki, wait-put me down!” you protested, your voice rising. “My hair is still wet!”

Unbothered by your protests, ni-ki carried you back to the bed, laying you down gently before climbing in beside you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he mumbled,

“Your hair isn’t even that wet.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his antics.

“You better be glad I can’t resist you when you’re like this” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips.

Ni-ki chuckled softly, his grin lighting up his face as he pulled you even closer, your legs tangling together in the warmth of the blankets.

“You love me too much” he said, his voice playful yet tender.

“Unfortunately, I do love you too much” you teased back, snuggling into his embrace as his breathing slowed, the weight of sleep pulling him under.

[vraiao]

kenma drabbles bc i miss him

✰ . fem!reader, 3 different scenarios, future/timeskip adult kenma, cream pie, riding, fingering, oral(reader receiving), spit(very brief mention), gentle but kinda mean(?) kenma, biting(also very brief mention), a little bit of tit play

a/n: accidentally woke up this morning at 4:40 am and literally could not go back to sleep until i finished this so here you lovelies go!

1

timeskip!kenma who, despite having more of a life now, still makes time for occasional catching up and gaming with his old friends. of course, not without you in his lap <3. after years with this little gaming hobby, he’s usually adept enough at whatever game he and his friends have chosen to play with one hand. so he’s got one hand on the keyboard while the other holds your waist, your clothes and panties pushed out of the way while he stuffs his cock up into you in a steady rhythm.

your arms are wrapped around his neck, face buried into the crook of it as you bite down on your swollen lips to try and keep quiet so his mic doesn’t pic up your pathetic attempts at silence. kenma, on the other hand, is chatting, laughing, and skillfully playing like he isn’t bouncing you up and down on his dick. a little cruel? yes, no, maybe so, but it’s even worse when your vision starts to go spotty and you speed up your hips a little bit because you’re close to cumming and he mutes his mic for just a second to whisper in your ear, “don’t cum yet, okay baby? hold it until i say so.”

you don’t even get a chance to respond before he’s unmuted, resuming his conversation while you suffer in silence. you can’t finish yet, but he certainly doesn’t want you to stop, so you’re slowing your pace down again, pulling out a little less each time and swirling your hips in a steady rhythm while you try to think about literally anything else besides that release you’re so desperately craving. his hand on your waist moves down to squeeze your ass, pulling back and giving it a little smack that made a hand of yours fly to your mouth to conceal the yelp that nearly jumped from your throat. luckily, his idiot friends suspected nothing.

kenma lightly chuckled, placing a kiss or two on your cheek before resuming what he was doing. how mean yet oh so gentle of him </3. but never fear, this sweet torture won’t last much longer! when he’s finished up another round or two and said his goodbyes to his pals, he’d pull off his headset and turn off his computer so that he can focus his attention on the mess in his lap(you). he gently pulls your face back out of his neck so he can kiss you, steadying both hands on your waist to move you a little faster and buck his hips up, angling them just perfectly so that his tip repeatedly hits that spongy spot inside of you, pulling pathetic whines from you that spilled directly into his mouth.

the man himself is starting to lose his composure a little bit, because honestly he was ready to cum a while ago, but he wanted to savor it first. he cares not for holding it back anymore, so his grip on your hips is a little bruising as he chases his high. “you’ve been such a good girl for me,” he murmurs into your sloppy kiss, “cum with me, my precious girl.” he practically groans that pet name as it rolls off his tongue, and that’s enough to have you doing what he says immediately.

you try to keep your eyes from squeezing shut, wanton moans breaking past your lips with no control as you’re coming undone, pussy convulsing erratically while it spills out all the juices you were holding back and creates a mess in his lap. the broken whimper of his name that he heard was enough to do it for him, and he was throwing his head back with a satisfied moan while he spilled all of his cum deep inside, bucking his hips up and slamming you down on his cock in an unsteady motion while he fucked both of you through your orgasms. you both made a total mess between your legs, but for now he’d hold you close in his arms and clean you up a little later <3.

2

timeskip!kenma who cannot keep his hands off of you. no matter what. of course, he has ..adequate self control like any other, but you’d be rich if you got paid every time you had to swat his hand away from riding too far up your thigh when the two of you were out together. so, naturally, when you’re alone, you can hardly catch a break. here’s is how it usually goes.

you’re sitting together on the couch, looking for a movie on what’s supposed to be an innocent night. there’s a bowl of popcorn between you two, but kenma has his arm lazily draped over your shoulders to keep you nice and close. remote in the other hand, it doesn’t take him long to find a movie to switch on and toss the device aside. for the first twenty or thirty minutes or so, he’ll leave you alone. but as soon as he sees that you’re no longer eating the popcorn, he’ll take the bowl and set it aside on the coffee table so he can scorch even closer in a not-so-sly way.

his hand on your shoulder moves down to steady on your hip and effectively trap you against him, and his free hand is already rubbing at your knee. your ignore him at first, thinking nothing of it until his hand slides further and further up your leg and to your thigh. you let out a sigh and slightly frown at this man who’s sex drive never seems to rest, but he gives you that look you can never say no to, so you oblige when he starts to pull your thighs apart.

he’s reaching further up between your inner thighs to pull your shorts aside, grinning to himself when he presses his fingers against the forming damp spot on your panties. he pulls those aside too, running two fingers along your slit, watching in satisfaction as your hole pulses around nothing. he slips one finger in, pumping it in and out a few times, testing the waters before he shoves in a second. you sigh in satisfaction at the feeling when he picks up a steady pace, twisting and curling his digits just right and just deep enough inside.

you’re hardly focused on the movie buzzing in the background now, because all your ears can pick up are the obscenely filthy squelching sounds of his fingers swirling around your insides with practiced ease, and your soft moans are drowning out whatever the hell’s happening on the screen. his free hand pulls your thigh further apart, draping it over his legs so he can reach just a little deeper. you let out a particularly sharp whine when his fingers find your sweet spot and curl, repeatedly pressing into it with enough pressure to make your head spin in circles.

kenma isn’t even doing this to have you falling apart, he just likes the warm feeling of his fingers scissoring in and out of your cunt. so throughout the movie he’s finger fucking you slowly, only slightly rubbing your poor, abused clit with his thumb every few minutes. you can’t take it, mind empty and impatience through the roof as he brings you near the edge just to slow down some more right before you hit it. by time the credits roll, you’ve had enough, but what can you do?

luckily for you, he was feeling nice today. you gasp when he slips a third finger in, suddenly flicking his wrist at an insane speed as he brings you closer to that sweet euphoria. his thumb is pressed against your clit, rubbing back and forth over it in tandem with the harsh speed of his fingers. your head is thrown back against the couch cushions, shamelessly pathetic whines pouring from your mouth like a symphony as they increase in pitch and frequency.

your vision flashes white hot and your squirting all over his fingers, even spraying up his wrist some while he continues his brutal pace to finger fuck you through it. he slows down when he’s sure he’s milked you dry, and he’s pulling out his fingers to go and find a cloth to clean you up. of course, not before he makes a show of cleaning himself up by lolling his tongue out and languidly licking all over his fingers, making sure to lap up every drop you spilled on him.

3

timeskip!kenma who happens to have you listed as his favorite meal. some mornings he’ll even skip breakfast just to have a taste. on a morning after he spent the night pounding you into the sheets and bending you in ways you never thought possible, the both of you were lying naked in each others arms just rousing from slumber as he gently stroked a hand through your hair. “was it too rough last night?,” he asks as his other hand gently rubs over all the hickeys and bites he left on your skin. maybe a little, but you weren’t complaining.

he presses a gentle kiss on your lips, and when he pulls back, that look in his eyes tell you he’s already got more filthy ideas swirling around in that head of his. “if you’re sore, i can kiss it better for you,” he suggests. you roll your eyes, but who would you be to deny a hungry man? you barely get a nod in before he’s pushing you back and crawling on top of you, pressing his lips against yours as his hands eagerly explore your soft skin.

kenma kisses you long enough to steal every molecule of oxygen from your lungs before he starts to pepper kisses down your neck, your collarbones, further down. he pauses at your tits to give them the attention they deserve, immediately popping one into his mouth to lightly bite and swirl his tongue around the nipple while he rolls the other between the pads of his fingers. he pulls his mouth off after a moment to give the other the same treatment, making sure both of your boobs are nice and taken care of before his kisses start to trail further down again.

he’s peppering featherlight pecks all over your stomach, his hair falling down and slightly tickling your skin as he makes sure to worship every inch of it. he’s prying your thighs apart, wrapping his arms around them to hold them in place, hot and heavy breath fanning over his breakfast. kenma grins, placing sweet kisses over your clit and dripping hole before licking a long, slow stripe up your slit all the way from the bottom to the top.

kenma flattens his tongue agains your clit, wrapping his lips around it to lick and suck and make sure to be loud, but of course not louder than the pretty soft sighs and whines that he’s pulling from you. after a moment he moves his mouth down, tongue prodding at your entrance and slipping inside with practiced ease while his nose still occasionally bumps your little sensitive pearl. your legs are trembling, mouth falling slack when you feel that warm, wet muscle swirling around inside your hole.

he does this with such skill and precision, licking in all the right places to make you sing a prettier song than the morning birds. every so often he’s groaning right into your pussy, sending vibrations to your core that make you slightly arch your back off the bed. “you taste so sweet. i can’t get enough,” he’d murmur against your sensitive skin. he suddenly lifts his head up to which you whine in response before he lolls his tongue out and lets a drop of spit fall right on your clit.

he watches it drip down your pussy before he’s diving in again, slurping and licking at your clit to smear the mess before moving down and slipping his tongue right back in your hole. he brings a hand forward, slipping two fingers in and thrusting them in and out in tandem with his tongue. your hands are flying to his hair, gripping and tangling in his long, grown out black roots as your legs tremble and your back arches further off the bed, jaw lodged open as you moan uncontrollably.

the worst part? kenma doesn’t break eye contact once and he’s reminded you before that he’d like you to do the same, so you’re torturing yourself trying to keep your eyes open and on his while he eats you out like a man starved. his other hand moves up so he can rub your clit, and your mind practically shuts off. he adds a third finger and after a few pumps you can’t take it anymore, throwing your head back and practically screaming his name as you came all over his hand and face. as always, he finger fucks and licks you through it until your back slumps against the bed and you’re breathlessly panting trying to chase oxygen back in your lungs.

kenma pulls off just a little, mouth, chin, and fingers all glistening with your mess. he licks his lips, and as you look down at him you can see that hunger still blazing in his eyes. he thinks he’ll help himself to a few more courses <3!

[sofiasworld00]

Streamin’

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Lando and reader on stream w Max just chatting shit.

Warnings: just fluff.

Word count: 1K (ish)

“Alright, alright, we’re live,” Lando announced, grinning at the camera. “Be nice to us today, chat.”

“Speak for yourself,” Max chimed in, leaning back in his own chair. “I’m always nice. It’s you two we need to worry about. PDA central over there.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped. “Jealous, Max?” you teased, glancing over your shoulder at Lando, who smirked as he clicked around on his setup.

“Jealous? Of what? Sitting uncomfortably while streaming?” Max shot back, raising an eyebrow at the screen.

“It’s not uncomfortable,” Lando argued, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Y/N’s like a…weighted blanket. Keeps me focused.”

The chat went wild at that, spamming laughing emojis and “LMAO” in rapid succession. You leaned closer to read a few messages, your face lighting up. “‘Lando’s whipped,’” you read aloud, laughing. “See? Chat gets it.”

“Of course they do. It’s obvious,” Max deadpanned. “You’ve got the man sitting there like a lovesick puppy.”

“I am not a puppy,” Lando said indignantly, though the grin tugging at his lips said otherwise. He tapped his mic. “Alright, chat. What do you want to know? Max is here. I’m here. Y/N is here. Ask away.”

“Dangerous,” you murmured, leaning into his chest as you scrolled through the chat. “You’re giving them too much power.”

Max squinted at his monitor, his forehead scrunching. “First question is for me. ‘Max, when are you getting a girlfriend?’” He snorted, shaking his head. “Wow. Straight to the point.”

“Yeah, Max, when are you getting a girlfriend?” Lando teased, his chin brushing the top of your head. “Or are you too busy third-wheeling?”

“I am not third-wheeling! I’m—” Max paused, reading another chat message and bursting into laughter. “‘Max is the poster child for single awareness month.’ Alright, you lot are ruthless.”

“Chat, be nice,” you said, though you couldn’t help your giggle. “Max is a catch. Right, Lando?”

Lando hummed noncommittally. “Yeah, sure. If you like loud, annoying people.”

“I don’t even know why I’m here,” Max groaned, feigning offense. “I should just leave you two to your little couple’s stream.”

The chat erupted again, half of it teasing Max, while the other half flooded with messages about you and Lando. You leaned closer to the screen to read some of them, your cheeks warming. “‘How long have you and Lando been together?’” you read aloud, looking up at him.

“Two years,” Lando answered instantly, his voice softening. “Best two years of my life, not gonna lie.”

“Aw,” Max interjected sarcastically, making a gagging noise. “And here I thought this was gonna be a fun stream.”

“Shut it,” Lando said, grinning as he threw a virtual item at Max in the game they were queued up for. “You’re just mad because chat likes us better.”

You laughed, resting your head on Lando’s shoulder as he navigated through the game menus. His fingers were quick on the keyboard, but his free hand stayed on your hip, absentmindedly tracing small circles. The gesture was comforting, grounding, and you could tell by the way chat continued to spam heart emojis that they noticed too.

“Alright, serious question now,” Max said, squinting dramatically at the screen. “‘Y/N, who’s funnier: Lando or Max?’”

You paused, biting back a smile as you felt both of their gazes on you. “Oh, that’s easy. Me.”

Max doubled over laughing while Lando groaned loudly, leaning back in his chair. “Traitor,” Lando muttered, though his grin gave him away.

“Chat, back me up here,” you said, pointing at the camera. “I’m the funniest, right?”

The flood of “Y/N supremacy” messages that followed made Lando shake his head in mock defeat. “Unbelievable. You’ve got them all wrapped around your finger.”

“Just like you,” you quipped, earning a low chuckle from him.

The stream continued in the same playful, lighthearted rhythm, with the three of you bantering back and forth and answering questions from chat. Lando occasionally leaned closer to the camera to read something, his curls brushing your cheek, and each time he did, the chat would erupt with comments about how soft he looked with you.

By the end of it, Max had threatened to block half the chat for calling him single (again), and Lando had leaned back in his chair, holding you closer as the stream wound down.

“Alright, chat,” Lando said, smiling lazily. “Thanks for hanging out. Be nice to Max in the comments, yeah?”

“Yeah, right,” Max grumbled, though he waved at the camera. “See you all next time, maybe. If I survive this public humiliation.”

As the stream ended and the screen went black, Lando kissed your temple softly. “Still think letting chat have free rein was a good idea?” he teased.

You shrugged, smiling. “They loved it. And they love us. So yeah, totally worth it.”

“Guess I can’t argue with that,” he murmured, holding you close as the laughter from the stream lingered in the air.

thank u for reading! i appreciate feedback from you as well.

[starmaidengarden]

Could i request a reader became a baby by alchemy accident, i want to see their feelings and how they deal with w/ Riddle, Leona, Idia and Sebek♥️♥️

contexts: where you accidentally turned into a baby via an alchemy mishap

— riddle : leona : Idia : sebek : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

Riddle Rosehearts༉⋆｡˚

He would panic! Rifling through rulebooks and stacks of alchemy books that are stuffed with complicated spells, trying to find a solution to the mess. Riddle isn’t really used to babysitting or being around kids, especially babies, so this was definitely going to be a challenge for him. Pacing around the room, trying to figure everything out while you, a sweet and curious little baby, just watched him with wide eyes. he would hold you snugly in his arms, worried that you might slip.  

Over time, you’d see a softer side of him. Even if he tries to stay composed, he can’t help but be gentle, especially when you giggle at his serious face or playfully tug at his red hair. And if you start to cry, he’ll do his best to soothe you by reciting bedtime stories from memory. It might come out a bit stiff and funny, but he’s truly trying to make you feel better!

Leona Kingscholar༉⋆｡˚

“Ugh, what a pain,” is his first response when Crowley dumps you in his lap. He tries to pass you off to someone else… but you grab his braids and giggle. Looking down at you with piercing emerald eyes, all the while you’re just staring up at him, giggling. Only for Leona to scoff and tell you to go play and not bother him, but instead you continue to mess around with him.

Low-effort parenting, he stretches out on a warm, soft blanket spread across the grass. As you curl into his side, he allows the gentle rhythm of sleep to envelop you both, offering nothing more than the bare minimum of care. However, the moment you let out a soft whimper or a cry, He grudgingly holds you in one arm like a sack of potatoes and tries bribing you with shiny objects. Surprising Natural Instincts, Despite his lazy attitude, he's actually calm with babies. When you fall asleep on his chest, he’ll pretend to scoff but won’t move for hours.

Idia Shroud༉⋆｡˚

Idia freaks out when he’s told he’s responsible for you. “What do I even do with a baby?! I’m not built for this!” He googles baby care and ends up deep in parenting forums, watching tutorials like it’s a boss fight guide.

Eventually sets up a baby-friendly tech area in his room: plushies, lullaby remixes, and a soft blanket pit. If you crawl toward his gaming chair, he lifts you onto his lap and lets you press glowing keyboard buttons while he talks to you in a baby voice only when no one's listening. Ortho offers to help and is the one who actually knows how to handle you, but Idia tries to keep up so he doesn’t look like a total noob.

Sebek Zigvolt༉⋆｡˚

Sebek is horrified at the thought of you being reduced to a helpless infant. Treats you like a sacred duty. He stands at attention while holding you in a baby sling. You cry every time he raises his voice, so he struggles very loudly to learn to whisper. (“I-I AM USING MY INSIDE VOICE!”)

Sebek was actually not bad at parenting. Yes, he might get a bit loud and forceful, but aside from that, he was actually a decent caretaker. He’s quite protective. If he were to take you out, he would ensure that other students maintained their distance, making it clear that he’s looking out for you. (Lilia secretly takes a photo of Sebek bottle-feeding you.)

[i2sunric]

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 (l.hs)

pairing: gamer!heeseung x reader (f)

summary: heeseung neglects you just to play his stupid game, so you try to relieve your frustration by humping his pillow— how you ended up riding his dick, you’re not sure.

warnings: smut. masturbating, pillow humping, riding, dirty talking, pet names (baby, slut, whore), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap up your willy!), creampie, breeding kink, kinda cnc at the ending, if more Imk. NOT PROOFREAD

published: 25th April 2024

wc: 1.9k

tag list: @jaeyunsbimbo @yorukoshii @omgbrohellnahmanwtf

a/n: guess who should be writing for the project but hasn’t even finished writing one scene? me! anyways, hope you’ll enjoy this gamer heeseung drabble and let me know your thoughts! REBLOG & LIKE PLS! maybe part 2?

When Heeseung and you first started hanging out, everyone started mistaking your friendship for dating. Or maybe, that was exactly what Heeseung wanted.

He was so possessive of you, always giving death stares to anyone who dared to land their eyes on your bare legs or exposed chest from your skirts and tops; spoiling you rotten, literally buying you anything you wanted without even having to ask.

But you were not less, getting jealous of anyone who approached him, even scaring girls away. You were as crazy as him.

It wasn’t something you two addressed verbally, just a mutual feeling. Perhaps it was attraction or something more, neither of you wanted to label it.

Something you would really love to verbalise, though, was the way Heeseung had been playing his stupid game for two straight hours without even glancing back at you from his chair.

You were sitting on his bed, legs crossed together as you absentmindedly scrolled through your socials— but even that had become boring. You sighed heavily and dropped your phone on the mattress, stretching your sore limbs.

“Hee?” You asked but was only met back with the sound of keyboard taps and a few shouts so loud you could hear them from the earphones your best friend was wearing.

“Heeseung.” You said again, this time a little louder, “Mh?” He asked, still not turning around to even glance at your face.

“Stop playing and spend some time with me.” You nagged, brows knitting in an annoyed frown “Just ten more minutes.” He murmured back.

“Now.” You crossed your arms at your chest “Come on Y/N, I’m almost done, damn.”

You waited for him to say something more, however he just resumed the battle, occasionally hissing but never shouting at the screen, knowing how much it bothered you.

Your eyes landed on his arms, bare from the sleeveless shirt he was wearing, the veins showing every time he taped a new button, hands so perfect as if they were shaped from a goddess.

You gulped, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. It wasn’t the first time you had such weird fantasies about Heeseung, it was no lie he was drop dead gorgeous, though sometimes you wished he’d see you as more.

The way he treated you, the way he scared anyone who ever dared to breathe your same air— it just fuelled your filthy and contorted desires. However, when he played his games he always seemed to forget about you— which frustrated you a lot.

You palmed your breasts through the fabric of the loose shirt, your nipples hardening and poking, their outline showing. Your gaze fell on his clenched jaw, wondering if he’d have the same face while fucking you, filling you up with his load.

Impatient, you reached for his pillow, the one he usually put his head to sleep on, the thought turning you on even more and sat down on it, your clothed core stroking against it. You moved your hips back and forth at a sweet rhythm, letting out soft hums when your clit rubbing made you feel a warm feeling in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, imagined you were riding Heeseung’s face, his pointed nose poking your clit while his warm tongue fucked your cunt, burying himself deeper in between your thighs.

“Seriously?” Your actions were abruptly stopped by a deep groan, your eyes shot open and there Heeseung was, manspreading on the chair now turned around to face you, his gaze so dark and piercing.

“Acting like a fucking needy slut?” He chuckled bitterly, “You know my mic was on, right? Everyone heard you moaning.” He tsked mockingly.

Your hips kept moving, your head threw back “Just wanted your attention.” Your hoarse voice went straight to his cock, hardening against his grey sweats.

He glanced at you, his stare piercing. You looked straight out of his night fantasies, the way you were grinding on his pillow, your sweet scent intoxicating it. He removed his earphones and palmed his clothed hard on.

“Keep going.” He ordered and you complied, your mind too cloudy to leave space for shake. After all, that was what you both wanted the most “Show me how you’d ride my cock, baby.”

The pet name made your stomach fill with butterflies, you gripped the pillow and moved almost manically on it, the sound of the bed squeaking filling the room.

“Did you want everyone to hear you?” He asked, still palming his cock “Mh? Did you want all my friends to hear your moans?”

You shook your head “No,” You breathed out, slowing your movements “Only you.”

“Fuck,” He cursed, his cock twitching in his boxers “Raise your shirt, let me see your tits.”

You let out a soft hum and did as he asked, raising your shirt, hooking it under your chin to squeeze your breasts and show it to him “So perfect,” He almost dropped at the sight, “And so mine.” He growled.

“Heeseung—“ You panted, your eyes half lidded “Hee… m’so close.” Your movements were sloppy, signalling that your orgasm was about to hit you.

“Don’t cum,” He ordered, “Don’t fucking cum, stop.” and you stopped, your eyes red from your denied orgasm.

His eyes softened, your fucked up state was too much for him, your sweaty forhead and panting breath— Hell, he was going to ruin you.

“Come here.” He patted his laps and you nodded, getting up from the bed, stumbling a little as you reached him. You sat down on his laps, his big hands securing your waist.

“Isn’t this better?” He asked, making your body grind on his clothed bulge, your wetness seeping through the fabric “Fuck baby— you’re so wet.”

You let out a shaky breath, your eyes closing when his lips connected to your neck, leaving wet kisses “Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered.

“Yes,” you breathed out “Yes Hee, please.” He smirked at your pleads and raised you up, just enough to pull down his sweats and boxers. His cock sprung free, red and so hard.

You widened your eyes, you had always known he’d be thick since the shadow of his bulge always appeared when he worked out or went to swim, but you had never imagined it’d be that huge.

“Like what you see, mh?” Heeseung smirked, his hand sneaking on the back of your head to fist your hair, making you look up at him “Answer me.”

Wetness pooled on your panties at his rough and dominant voice, you nodded “Yes.”

“Good girl,” He let go of your hair and helped you out of your own pants, leaving you only in your loose shirt and underwear.

His breath hitched, biting his bottom lip “You’re so perfect,” He raised your shirt, hooking it on itself so you wouldn’t have to keep it in your hand.

Heeseung inched closer and took your tit in his mouth, sucking and biting on your nipple. You breathed heavily, one hand caressing the little hair he had on the back of his neck, nails almost digging in it.

He detached from your breast and kissed his way up to your neck, licking and nibbling. He reached your lips and took them into a hungry kiss, so passionate. You moaned when you felt his fingers hook your panties to the side, the cold air of the room hitting your core, making it clench around nothing.

“So eager to be fucked dumb.” Heeseung growled, guiding you on his cock. You put your hands on his broad shoulders as you slowly went down, the mushroom tip of his cock pressing against your wet folds.

You hissed when the tip entered your pussy, stretching you so good. You were no virgin, but no guy you ever had sex with was as big as Heeseung,

He held your waist tightly, helping you until you were all down, bottoming out. He cursed under his breath, your warm cunt hugging his shaft so perfectly he could almost cum right there “Shit baby- you feel so good.”

He started guiding you up and down on his cock, not really leaving you any place to do what you wanted, using you as if you were a sex doll. And you honestly lived for it “H-Hee… S’good.”

His big hands wrapped around your waist and you hid your face on the crook of his neck, moaning out his name. You could smell the scent of his cologne, clouding any thought in your mind along with the pleasure he was giving you.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to fuck you.” He groaned, lifting your ass cheeks, gripping them so he’d leave his marks on you “To just claim you, fill you up with my cum, breed you.” Heeseung rumbled absentmindedly “You’d look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”

His dirty talking only made you clench around him more, the stretch almost painful but too good you begged him to go faster. And how could he say no to you? He grabbed your ass cheeks and held you in place while his hips jerked up, thrusting inside of you.

Soft hums and moans filled the room, you grasped his shoulders and dug your nails in his flesh, trying to steady yourself.

“Pussy made for me.” He rumbled, rutting inside of you at a fast pace “You’re so mine, right?— Fuck— You’ll let someone else fuck you like I do?”

In your blissful state you managed to shake your head “Only you Hee,” You moaned out “I want only you.”

Heeseung rewarded you with a spank on your ass, the mark of his fingertips red on the cheek “Say it again.”

You cried out in pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten “Mph— Just want you to fuck me.”

“Good fucking girl,” He groaned, rutting into you, hitting your cervix with every thrust “Heeseung.” You gasped, your nails leaving painful marks on his skin but he did not mind at all. In fact, he hoped you’d leave marks on all his back. “I know,” Heeseung said “Let’s cum together, just a little more.”

You let out a small sob, your eyes watery from the amount of pleasure you felt all at once, his cock made to thrust inside your pussy. His arms hugged you tightly against his chest, one hand squeezing your ass cheek “Fuck, Fuck,” He pated, his eyes squeezing.

“Gonna cum too baby- Gonna fill you up so good.” He let out a husky groan as his load shot inside of you, coating your walls as you came around his cock. It twitched inside of you, so much cum filling you up until you felt so full.

Heeseung loosened his grip a little, enough to let you move freely as you laid back a little, you both panting heavily, sticky with sweat.

Heeseung looked down at where your bodies connected, some cum dripping down from your pussy to his laps. You could feel him harden again inside of you which made your eyes widen. Was it even possible to get hard that quickly? Heeseung let out a deep chuckle.

He got up from the chair with you still in his arms and laid you down on your back on his bed. You watched him through confused eyes-

Heeseung dried the wetness under your eyes and whispered in your ear “Let me have you once more..”

“But—“ You shook your head, your body was tired and still shaken from the orgasm “I’ll be quick.” He rubbed his nose on your cheek, his figure hovering on yours.

“M’tired..” You murmured, your eyes closing. But Heeseung only let out another dark chuckle “You’ll take it, yeah?” He started pounding inside you, slow but deep

“You’ll take it like the good girl you are.” It wasn’t a question, but an order.

And you were too down for him to neglect him.

[wavetapper]

derangement aside I do recommend getting into bms, even if you don't end up playing any of the charts. the amount of insanely creative songs and music videos that get released every year For Free just for this community game is amazing and the fact that some get picked up and licensed for commercial games and artists who started out making work for bms get commissioned for them as well is just. idk

[splatfest3ever]

I’ve seen some people complaining about the remix of Color Pulse, but I think it’s really interesting on a meta level. Time in the Splatoon world is still moving forward. Both Pearl and Marina have aged in the game AND in real life! Pearl is 26 now! She’s nearing 30! Of course her cadence and rhythm will have changed! Same for Marina! And behind the scenes the voice actors have aged 7 years too.

That’s a novelty of Splatoon that makes it feel so realistic and vibrant! Things do change over time! The hub worlds change, the shops change, the characters change… this new remix reflects that change.

But what’s more interesting to me is how their new song “We’re so back!” shows how much both of them have matured. Pearl in particular is less energetic and bouncy than she is for Color Pulse. Don’t get me wrong, she’s still spitting bars and doing high kicks… but there’s now a much more refined and reserved attention to her dancing than we’ve seen from her in the past. It’s almost Squid Sisters level of choreography. I think that reflects her maturity.

Likewise with Marina, she’s much more active than she was in Color Pulse. She’s no longer stuck in the background occasionally going back to her keyboard during the song, now she plays a keytar and dances in sync with Pearl. It seems like she’s less shy and much more comfortable with herself. And that makes sense narratively too since at the start of Splatoon 2 she was sort of hiding her Octoling roots, and by Splatoon 3 the Inklings and Octolings are living their best lives openly together!

I’m not saying you have to enjoy the remix. Personally I prefer the energy of the original song better. But I don’t think that the new version is terrible either. It’s just different. Because they’re different! You can really see how much they’ve grown in these past 7 years. And that’s ultimately a good thing!

[bu3ck3r]

tied together – part 2

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: okay part 2 is finally here! thank you for all the kind words about part 1 i love yall fr. after you read spam my inbox and tell me how was it and what you want to see next in this series because that would help me finish writing it faster🩵

tied together – masterlist

paige’s pov:

there were three different air vents in the ceiling above paige’s bed, and she’d been staring at them long enough to map out their pattern in her head. she could hear the soft hum of the central air unit kicking on and off, a quiet rhythm that should’ve been comforting. should’ve put her to sleep. but it didn’t.

nika was snoring lightly in the other bed. arm slung over her stomach. unaware that her friend was drowning in a mess of memories, nerves, and someone she couldn’t stop thinking about.

paige rolled over again. the clock on the nightstand glared at her in burning red: 3:05 am.

she wanted to scream.

instead, she pressed her face into the pillow, muffling a frustrated groan. her legs tangled in the hotel sheets, which had somehow gotten too hot despite the air conditioning. she threw them off and sat up, scrubbing her hands over her face. her chest was tight again.

not the post-game adrenaline. not soreness.

azzi.

always azzi.

her name had been playing on a loop in paige’s mind since the final buzzer. since that short conversation they shared just off the court—tense and quiet and loaded with everything paige had been trying to suppress since their last goodbye. since the last time she kissed her in the backseat of her car with trembling hands and didn’t say anything afterward. since she found out azzi committed to south carolina in a headline instead of a phone call.

what azzi had said to her after the game kept echoing in her head:

“i don’t know if it’s too late.”

it felt like it might be. felt like they’d crossed whatever line you don’t come back from. not because of the game. not even because of the school decisions. it was everything in between. the silence. the missed chances. the way they’d let pride fill the space where honesty should’ve lived.

she ran her hands down her face, frustrated. it wasn’t supposed to go like this.

they were supposed to rise together. be legendary together. win together. lose together.

instead? they had become a story people whispered about. “paige and azzi would’ve been inseparable if they played together.”

now they were rivals.

she should’ve said more. in the tunnel. when azzi stood there looking torn between biting her head off and reaching out. paige had seen it—the war behind her eyes. she could read azzi like a damn book. could always tell when she was bluffing. when she was hurt.

tonight, azzi had been both.

and paige had let her walk away.

again.

and now here she was—three in the morning, sitting in a hotel bed , not an ounce of sleep in her body, and one very real urge building like wildfire in her chest.

she reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone, squinting against the light as she unlocked it.

her thumb hovered over azzi’s name.

they hadn’t texted in months. not since before azzi announced she was going to sc. not since paige stopped replying altogether. there were so many almost-messages saved in the drafts: little check-ins, late-night thoughts, deleted love letters.

she hovered her fingers over the keyboard. started typing. deleted. tried again.

are you still awake?

she stared at it.

didn’t send it.

she started typing again, like she had a thousand times.

i miss you.

just those three words.

she stared at them. read them over. read them again. her heart thumped like it was trying to break out of her chest.

then, like always, she deleted it.

she couldn’t do this through a screen.

not anymore.

she was out of bed five minutes later.

slipping her phone into the hoodie pocket. moving slow to not wake nika. she slid on her uconn slides and crept into the hallway with her hoodie pulled tight around her, the strings bouncing against her chest.

the hallway was dim and silent, except for the low sound of vending machines and the soft, faraway sound of an elevator ding.

paige walked past room after room, carpet muffling her footsteps.

room 350.

she remembered the number because she’d seen it on a clipboard earlier that day when the teams checked in. she was signing some form in the hotel lobby and caught the room assignments. her eyes had skimmed the page, heart skipping when she saw bueckers – 250 right above fudd – 350.

she told herself it was coincidence she saw it. she told herself she wasn’t trying to remember.

but here she was.

standing in front of it.

she hesitated, staring at the door like they held the answer to smthing she didn’t know how to ask.

paige closed her eyes for a second. her hand trembled as she raised it. she knocked.

the door opened fast—like azzi had been standing right behind it.

maybe she had.

and there she was.

azzi.

hair messy. hoodie oversized. barefoot.

she froze when she saw paige.

neither of them said anything for a second.

then azzi leaned against the doorframe, blinking like she wasn’t sure if this was real or just something her brain had conjured up from exhaustion.

azzi’s pov:

the room was too cold, but azzi refused to get under the covers. she’d been sitting alone upright in bed for nearly an hour, hoodie on, legs crossed, just… thinking.

not about the game.

about her.

about the way paige had looked when their eyes met across the court again. like she hadn’t aged a day and yet somehow carried years in her expression. about the way her voice cracked when she said, “i don’t know if it’s too late.”

that moment replayed in her mind over and over, like a skipped record.

azzi had pretended to be fine all day. laughed with her teammates, took pictures with fans, smiled for the cameras. but she hadn’t been fine in months.

not since that night paige stopped answering.

not since she chose herself and sc and left paige behind—and paige didn’t fight for her.

azzi had her phone in her lap, paige’s contact open on the screen, but her fingers refused to move. her pride refused to reach out first. again.

she was just about to shut it off when the knock came.

it wasn’t loud. but she knew. somehow, before she even looked through the peephole. she knew.

she pulled open the door fast, heart already thudding in her chest.

and there she was.

paige.

hair messy. eyes tired. mouth parted like she didn’t know what to say.

azzi stepped aside without a word.

paige stood just inside the doorway, her hand still curled around the strap of her hoodie like she wasn’t sure she was staying. her eyes swept the room—messy bed,few azzi’s tshirts hanging halfway off the chair—but she didn’t comment. she just looked… tired. unsteady. like showing up at 3am hadn’t been impulsive at all, but something she’d been fighting herself over all night.

paige swallowed. “hey.”

azzi’s voice was a whisper. “paige it’s 3 a.m.”

“i know.”

another pause.

azzi tilted her head slightly. “you came all the way up here just to stare at me?”

“i wasn’t done,” paige said, her voice low. “back there. in the tunnel.”

azzi looked away. “you were right not to be.”

there was a beat. a breath.

then paige stepped forward.

“look, i don’t know what the hell we’re doing anymore. but i’m tired of pretending like this doesn’t still mess me up.”

azzi didn’t say anything, but her eyes softened. just a little.

paige kept going.

“i messed up. i didn’t call when i should’ve. i didn’t fight for us when i should’ve. and maybe that’s on me. but i need you to know…” she trailed off, swallowing hard. “it wasn’t because i stopped caring.”

azzi blinked slowly, her arms folding tighter across her chest. “it felt like it.”

“i know.”

more silence.

the hallway was still. the only sound was paige’s heartbeat thudding against her ribs.

then azzi stepped aside, just enough for paige to walk past her.

just enough to let her in.

and paige did.

she doesn’t say anything when paige steps inside. the door closes with a soft click, like the quiet has finally wrapped around them and won’t let go.

azzi leans back against it, watching as paige walks a few steps into the room—like she’s unsure whether she’s allowed to belong here.

the space between them is maybe five feet, but it feels like ten miles.

“nice room,” paige says, her voice low, teasing by instinct but without bite.

azzi doesn’t laugh. just gives her a slow once-over. hair tousled. hoodie sleeves tugged over her hands. eyes tired but too alive for this hour.

“you’re bold,” azzi finally says. “for showing up here.”

paige shrugs. “you didn’t slam the door.”

“didn’t mean i was ready to talk.”

“you didn’t look ready to not talk either.”

silence again.

the adrenaline from the game, the tunnel, paige’s sudden appearance—it’s all still buzzing under azzi’s skin.

“you want to sit?” azzi asked quietly, voice low so it didn’t carry down the hallway. “or…?”

“yeah.” paige exhaled. “yeah, i just—couldn’t sleep.”

azzi moved toward the bed and sat cross-legged near the top, motioning for her to sit. paige took the far edge, careful like she was afraid to sink too far into the mattress. the air between them stretched, tight and quiet.

she doesn’t know what she wants more: to scream at her, or to lie next to her and pretend nothing ever changed.

“you really think showing up like this fixes it?” azzi asks quietly.

paige doesn’t answer right away.

“no,” she says. “but i think it’s a start.”

“i kept thinking about what you said,” paige said after a beat. “or what you didn’t say.”

azzi swallowed. “in the tunnel?”

paige nodded.

“it’s not that simple,” azzi said. “it never was.”

“i didn’t ask for simple.” paige’s voice was soft, but not weak. “i just want to know if it’s too late.”

azzi looked at her. really looked. the same loose blonde hair, the same tired eyes, the same little freckle under her lip she used to stare at when paige would lean in close and pretend they were “just friends.”

“it felt like you gave up,” azzi whispered.

paige flinched. “you left.”

“you ghosted me.”

“you didn’t call.”

azzi laughed, bitter. “you think committing to south carolina was about you?”

paige blinked. “wasn’t it?”

azzi’s breath caught. she turned away, stared at the lamp on the desk. “i couldn’t be in your shadow, paige. not forever. not when i was trying to figure out who i even was.”

“i never wanted you in my shadow.”

“you didn’t have to want it. it just happened.”

silence again.

paige shifted on the bed. “so we just… stop talking? after everything?”

azzi didn’t answer.

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azzi hasn’t moved since she sat down. paige doesn’t know what to do with her hands. her mouth. her entire body.

“you looked good out there,” she says, trying to break the silence again. “you always do, but… tonight especially.”

azzi looks up at her with a dry, unimpressed expression. “compliments now?”

“too soon?”

“try ‘not helpful.’”

paige nods, tries to laugh it off, but it dies quickly.

“i miss you,” she blurts, before she can stop herself.

azzi freezes.

the air shifts.

“you don’t get to say that like it’s easy,” azzi says slowly.

“i’m not trying to make it easy. i’m trying to be honest.”

“where was that honesty few months ago?” her voice is sharp, but not loud. controlled. the way azzi always was—even when she was breaking.

paige doesn’t flinch. “i was scared.”

“of what? me?”

“of choosing you and losing the rest.”

azzi stands up suddenly. “so you didn’t choose me, and you lost me anyway.”

the words hang in the air like smoke from a slow fire. dangerous. choking.

paige walks closer. not enough to touch. just enough to be in range.

“i didn’t know what i was doing. i thought we’d have more time.”

azzi shakes her head. “we had the time. you just… didn’t show up.”

paige leaned back on her hands, voice lighter, more teasing now: “we were definitely more than friends. i still remember the backseat of my car in december.”

azzi raised an eyebrow. “we were cold.”

“oh, right. that’s why your hands were under my shirt.”

“you weren’t complaining.”

paige smirked. “i’m not now.”

and just like that, the air changed again. warmer. more dangerous.

azzi looked at her, studying the soft curve of her mouth, the way her eyes held hers like a dare. like she was testing how far she could push before something cracked.

“you always did this,” azzi said. “made it a joke before it got too real.”

paige’s expression faltered. “it was real.”

“then why didn’t you fight for me?”

azzi didn’t mean to say it like that. but it was too late to take it back.

“i wanted you to fight,” she added, quieter now. “to come after me. even just once.”

paige stared at her. “you think i didn’t want to?”

“you didn’t.”

“i was hurt.”

“so was i.”

paige looked down at her lap, fingers twisting together. “we were scared.”

azzi nodded. “we still are.”

neither of them moved for a long time.

then paige looked up, slow, like the weight of every memory was pulling her gaze. “i missed you,” she whispered.

azzi swallowed hard. “i missed you too.”

there was a pull. invisible, magnetic. paige inched closer, her knees brushing azzi’s now. her eyes were soft, unreadable. but azzi knew that look. that was the look that used to undo her in long car rides and quiet corners at tournaments where no one was looking.

she should’ve looked away.

but she didn’t.

and paige leaned in.

just close enough that azzi could feel her breath.

“i shouldn’t,” azzi said.

“you don’t want to?”

paige’s voice was quiet, but it wasn’t a question. not really.

azzi’s heart beat too loud in her chest. “that’s not the same thing.”

usa basketball u16 women’s national team

it was after curfew one night during fiba women’s americas championship in argentina. they were buzzing on adrenaline and the quiet hush of a hotel where everyone else was asleep.

paige had crept into azzi’s room, just like this. hoodie half-zipped, socks mismatched. she had laid down beside her on the bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

they talked for hours. about fear, pressure and carrying the weight of a country on their shoulders. paige had this soft way of looking at her—like she saw the good parts azzi tried to hide under perfection.

then paige reached out and touched her hand, so gentle. their fingers curled together. and azzi had leaned in first that night.

their first kiss was quiet. unpracticed. but it burned in azzi’s memory like scripture.

the next morning, they never talked about it. but everything changed.

paige nodded slowly. “it was real, though. right? we weren’t just friends.”

azzi huffed a soft laugh. “friends don’t make out in hotel elevators.”

“or in the back of your mom’s car.”

“or sneak into each other’s rooms during usa basketball.”

they looked at each other.

and smiled. the kind of smile that held too much weight behind it.

october 2021

they were on the rooftop of some building, sneakers kicked off, music low. the stars were hiding behind a thick gray haze, but they didn’t care.

azzi was leaning against her shoulder, paige’s hoodie pulled over both of them like a tent.

“you ever think we’ll get sick of each other?” azzi asked.

paige laughed. “you’d miss me in, like, two days.”

“two hours,” azzi corrected with a smile.

there had been no doubt back then. just this quiet, loud certainty. the way you just knew when you were with the right person—even if the world didn’t make space for it.

azzi traced circles on paige’s hand. “don’t leave.”

“i won’t.”

both of them did.

paige leaned back against the headboard. “you remember the night when we went out on the roof?” she asked, voice low.

“oh my god,” azzi laughed. “you had me wrapped in your hoodie like that was gonna make us invisible.”

“you were cold,” paige said with a shrug. “and also… you looked cute in it.”

azzi turned to her, eyes playful. “so you admit it. you were down bad.”

“yeah whatever, but you know what else i remember,” paige said, voice soft. “usa basketball u16. you kissed me and then you wouldn’t look at me the next day.”

azzi laughed under her breath. “i was freaking out.”

“you still do that, kiss me and then disappear.”

azzi bit her lip. “and you still let me.”

paige turned her body slightly, resting her weight on one elbow.

they were quiet again. but not the heavy kind. this was lighter. fragile.

“i kissed you first that night,” azzi said. “and i kept waiting for you to say something after. like, ‘tell me what it meant’. but you didn’t.”

paige looked away, shame crawling up her spine. “i didn’t know how. i was scared.”

“of what?”

“that if i said i loved you, you wouldn’t say it back.”

azzi was quiet.

and then she said, “i would’ve.”

the words hung in the room like a heartbeat.

azzi’s hands are clenched at her sides, and she can feel the war happening in her chest—part of her wants to yell, part of her wants to cry, and part of her just wants to fall into paige’s hoodie and pretend nothing changed.

“you broke my heart,” azzi says. quiet. not accusing. not soft. just true.

“i know.”

“and you waited until you lost to come here and say it?”

“i didn’t come because we lost.” paige looks right at her. “i came because i couldn’t leave town knowing i hadn’t looked you in the eye and told you everything i never said.”

azzi’s eyes start to sting. she blinks hard.

“i was angry,” she says. “for a long time.”

“you should’ve been.”

“and i hated you for a little while.”

paige doesn’t flinch.

“but mostly,” azzi says, her voice almost breaking, “i just missed you.”

they’re lying on the bed now, not touching, but close enough that their pinkies brush every time one of them breathes too deep.

it’s quiet.

their voices are tired. their eyes are heavier.

“i used to rehearse it,” paige says softly. “what i’d say to you if i got the chance.”

“yeah?”

“it never went like this.”

azzi smiles, faintly. “same.”

azzi looked over at paige, really looked at her. blonde hair messy, eyes bloodshot but glowing in the low light, hoodie drowning her frame.

she looked tired, but beautiful.

azzi shifted. “what do we do now?”

paige looked up. “what do you want to do?”

azzi hesitated.

paige’s eyes softened, and then she said it—just barely louder than a whisper.

���come here.”

the kiss came slow.

no rush. no adrenaline.

azzi leaned forward first, hands trembling just a little, and paige met her halfway. their mouths pressed together in something warm, something real. it was a kiss built on months of silence, years of closeness, and all the things they never said.

when they pulled apart, neither of them moved. they stayed forehead-to-forehead, breathing the same breath.

“i can’t do this if we’re gonna pretend it’s nothing again,” paige whispered.

azzi nodded. “me neither.”

“then let’s figure out how to be something. just… not tonight.”

“tonight,” azzi murmured, “i just want you to stay right here.”

another long silence. but this one isn’t heavy. not quite. it’s almost… suspended. like the night hasn’t decided whether it’s heartbreak or healing.

paige finally turns toward her. “do you think we could start over?”

azzi doesn’t answer right away.

instead, she reaches up and gently tucks a loose curl behind paige’s ear. her fingers linger, and for a second—just one—paige leans into the touch.

“i don’t want to start over,” azzi says. “i want us to keep going.”

“but we’re not the same.”

“no,” azzi agrees. “but maybe that’s not the worst thing.”

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they’d moved under the covers at some point. not touching. not kissing. just talking.

about everything.

about how paige felt like the injury had turned her into a ghost and how she didn’t want azzi to see her fading.

about how azzi cried on the plane to south carolina, because she realized she didn’t know how to build a life without paige in it.

4:45 a.m.

they’re still awake when the first light slips through the blinds.

azzi’s head is on paige’s shoulder now. paige’s fingers trace lazy patterns on her wrist.

they haven’t said the word love all night.

but it’s everywhere.

in the silences. in the unfinished sentences. in the way neither of them asked the other to leave.

they don’t know what tomorrow looks like. whether anything really got solved. whether this is just nostalgia wearing a disguise.

but for now—for this hour—it’s enough.

just them.

just paige and azzi.

and the space between them finally closing.

6.00 a.m.

paige doesn’t remember falling asleep. she only remembers the feeling of azzi’s breath warm against her neck, her name spoken softly in the dark, like an invitation and a promise all at once.

now, it’s morning.

the harsh kind. not soft and easy like in movies, where the light’s always golden and perfect. it’s gray, a little cold, and the sheets are tangled at their feet. her mouth is dry, her heart full of things she can’t quite articulate. she’s lying there in azzi’s bed, still wearing her hoodie from the night. everything about the situation feels like a careful balance, and paige isn’t sure how to breathe without making the whole thing fall apart.

azzi’s still asleep next to her, tucked against her side like a piece of her is trying to anchor itself in the moment. her hand is draped over paige’s ribcage, fingers just barely brushing the fabric of the hoodie, but the touch feels intimate, grounding.

it’s too early. too much. too real. paige doesn’t know how to walk this line between regret and longing.

she turns her head slightly, watching azzi’s face. the peacefulness there is so different from what’s been between them for years. paige doesn’t know what to do with the softness.

“i could stay here forever”, she thinks, but the world won’t let her.

azzi stirs beside her, shifts in the bed. the blanket moves slightly, and for a second, paige thinks she might slip into sleep again. but then azzi opens her eyes, blinking slowly as if she doesn’t quite understand where she is.

when their gazes meet, there’s something fragile there, something unspoken. but neither of them says a word.

the tension between them isn’t angry or distant—it’s something else. something too fragile to touch, but impossible to ignore.

azzi finally clears her throat. “you steal the covers even in your sleep.”

paige chuckles softly, though it’s awkward. “you drool on your pillow.”

azzi’s lips twitch, but it’s a strained smile. “good to know you’re paying attention.”

paige’s heart beats a little faster, but she can’t tell if it’s from the teasing or the something heavy still hanging in the air. she shifts slightly, her arm brushing against azzi’s. neither of them pulls away.

they’re caught in this moment—too close to run, too far to hide. but neither of them wants to break it just yet.

the silence between them stretches on, and this time, it doesn’t feel as comfortable. the clock is ticking. the day is waiting, and paige doesn’t know how to start the conversation. how to untangle everything they’ve left unsaid.

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azzi pokes at her fruit, trying to ignore the strange sense of familiarity she’s feeling in this moment. she doesn’t want to feel comfortable. not yet. she doesn’t want to admit that the night before—whatever it was—mattered.

paige is sitting across from her, picking at a muffin like she’s doing her best to pretend this isn’t an awkward situation. but the air between them feels too soft for the usual easy banter they’re used to.

azzi stirs her coffee with more force than necessary, watching paige out of the corner of her eye. it’s too early for this, too raw. she doesn’t want to say anything that could make this harder than it already is.

but paige’s voice cuts through her thoughts. “i think that dude’s trying to figure out if i’m kidnapping you or something.”

azzi raises an eyebrow, glancing toward the table where one of the south carolina coaching staff is watching them. “you’re not that charming.”

“you let me walk you down here,” paige says, her voice quieter now.

azzi takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest. “that was pity.”

“that was longing, and you know it.”

azzi doesn’t laugh. just stares at paige, feeling that familiar tension—pulling her closer and pushing her away at the same time.

“can we just… not?” azzi says, her voice quieter, more serious than she intended. “we both know what’s happened. we can’t pretend it’ll be easy.”

“i’m not pretending,” paige says softly, her eyes not meeting azzi’s. “but it’s still real.”

azzi’s heart skips a beat. real. what does that even mean now?

she looks away, trying to steady herself. “we both have things we have to deal with,” azzi mutters.

there’s no more laughter between them, just the sound of soft clinking as they finish their meals, neither one willing to speak more than they already have.

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azzi has no reason to be back at the hotel.

she has practice soon. she’s supposed to be with her team. but something about the morning makes her feel restless—an itch she can’t scratch, a question she can’t answer.

she ends up in front of paige’s hotel room door, her hand poised to knock.

but before she can do anything, the door opens, and there’s paige—hair still damp from her shower.

azzi’s heart skips a beat. she doesn’t know why she’s here. she doesn’t even have a good reason for it. it’s just that this feels like the place she’s supposed to be.

“oh,” paige says, her voice startled. “i didn’t think i’d see you.”

azzi shrugs, playing it off. “just thought i’d stop by. no big deal.”

“right.” paige looks at her for a long moment, her gaze soft but unreadable. “are you sure you’re not just trying to make me lose my focus?”

azzi shrugs again, like it’s nothing. but something shifts between them, something unspoken and heavy. neither of them knows how to move past this, but neither of them wants to walk away either.

“i don’t know what you want from me, azzi,” paige finally says, her voice quieter now, like she’s afraid to speak louder and break whatever fragile hold they still have. “i never meant for any of this to get… so complicated.”

azzi’s eyes flicker, caught off guard by the raw honesty in paige’s voice. she’s not sure how to respond. what do you say when everything you’ve been holding in for so long suddenly threatens to pour out?

“i just thought…” azzi starts, her voice trailing off as she looks at paige, trying to find the right words. “i just thought we could pretend it didn’t happen.”

paige laughs softly, but there’s no humor in it. “i wish. i really do. but you can’t unfeel something like this.”

azzi steps into the room, the door clicking shut behind her. the air between them feels thick now, charged in a way that’s both terrifying and thrilling. she doesn’t know what she’s doing here, doesn’t know why she came, but she knows she doesn’t want to leave yet. not without saying something, anything, to ease the ache that’s settled in her chest.

“i didn’t come here to mess things up,” azzi says, a little too quickly. “i just… i just wanted to talk to you. to make sure you’re okay.”

paige stares at her for a long moment, like she’s trying to figure out if azzi’s telling the truth or just hiding behind words. finally, paige sighs, her shoulders sagging with a weariness azzi can feel in her own bones.

“i’m not okay,” paige admits quietly. “but i will be. i’ll figure it out.”

azzi watches her, heart aching. she takes a step forward, not sure what to say next, but she’s so close now that she can hear the unsteady rhythm of paige’s breath. she could kiss her again. she could lean in and make it all feel better, if only for a few seconds. but something tells her that would just make it worse.

“you can’t do this alone, you know,” azzi says, her voice soft but firm.

paige meets her gaze, and for a second, there’s a flicker of something—hope, maybe?—but it’s gone before azzi can name it.

“i know,” paige whispers. “but i have to figure it out on my own. i can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not.”

azzi steps back, letting the silence fall between them again. she didn’t expect things to be easy, didn’t expect her to just open up and make it all okay. but she hadn’t expected this, either—the feeling of knowing the space between them is widening, and that there’s no easy way to bridge it.

for a moment, neither of them says anything.

“i should go,” azzi says finally, though her voice cracks a little.

paige doesn’t stop her, doesn’t say anything. she just watches her walk toward the door, her face unreadable.

when azzi reaches the door, she pauses, hand on the knob. “paige, whatever happens, don’t forget… i’m still here. even if you don’t want me to be.”

paige doesn’t respond. she just looks at her, and azzi can feel her heart breaking in the silence that stretches between them.

pov: paige

paige steps onto the uconn bus with a heavy heart, taking a seat by the window and staring out at the world as it blurs by. the morning still feels like a haze—azzi’s voice lingering in her mind, her smile, her words.

they’re gone now. she’s gone.

but the ache is still there.

as the bus rolls down the road, the last few hours replay in paige’s head: the kiss, the awkward breakfast, azzi standing in front of her hotel room, her soft admission that she wasn’t okay.

paige closes her eyes, trying to focus on something, anything, that isn’t the hole inside her chest where azzi used to be.

“i can’t keep doing this”, she thinks, but even as she tells herself that, she knows it’s not true. she’s already too far gone. and no matter how many times she tells herself to move on, to let it go, the feelings won’t fade. they never do.

she lets her phone buzz in her hand—another notification, another distraction. but when she looks at it, it’s just a text from ice:

you good?

paige doesn’t respond right away. she lets the silence fill her for a moment before tapping out a reply:

yeah, just thinking.

and she is. thinking about the kiss, about the unspoken words, about what it means to have something real slip through her fingers when she wasn’t ready to let it go.

paige stares out the window and lets the silence settle around her like armor.

there’s a text draft open on her phone.

i think i’ve always known it was you.

she doesn’t hit send.

but she doesn’t delete it either.

the bus ride back to the airport had been long, quiet, and almost suffocating. paige couldn’t stop replaying everything that had happened the night before, azzi’s words, the soft pressure of her lips—everything was too vivid, too sharp. it’s as if the whole world paused for a moment when they were together.

but then, in the quiet of the morning they said their goodbyes and azzi had left.

paige knows she has to focus. the team needs her. the game is over, but there’s still practice, still the road ahead, still the tournament. but right now, she doesn’t want to focus on any of it.

her phone buzzes, again,text from ice:

yo, did something happened? you seem a lil off.

paige sighs, her fingers hesitating over the keys before she replies:

just tired. we’ll talk later.

she’s not sure what to say. she can’t explain this thing with azzi, this thing that keeps eating at her, and she definitely can’t tell ice that she’s been up thinking about azzi. not without sounding like a mess.

she shoves the phone back into her bag and leans back against the window, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling crawling up her spine.

pov: azzi

azzi is late. she knows it. the rest of her team is already stretching, warming up, the air filled with the low hum of sneakers on hardwood and the sharp calls of coaches.

but azzi’s mind is elsewhere. she’s still tangled up in the early morning hours, the faint echo of paige’s voice ringing in her ears. she told herself she was fine, that she was going to move on, that this wasn’t going to disrupt her focus. but every step she takes toward the court, every drill she starts, the pull of her thoughts drags her back to that hotel room.

she hasn’t been able to shake the look in paige’s eyes when they said goodbye. she can’t pretend it wasn’t something more, something that meant more than it should.

that goodbye wasn’t enough for her, and azzi’s pretty sure it wasn’t enough for paige either.

the whistle blows, and azzi quickly snaps her focus back to the court. the next drill begins, but her body feels like it’s moving without her.

she catches a glimpse of bree, watching her from the corner of the court, and azzi wonders if she has noticed the shift in her energy. she’s been distant lately, quieter than usual. it’s hard to pretend everything is fine when it’s not.

aliyah boston calls out to her during a break. “hey, you good?”

azzi forces a smile, trying to brush it off. “yeah, just focused. lots on my mind.”

aliyah’s gaze is sharp, like she sees through the mask azzi is trying to wear. “whatever it is, we’ll get through it. you’re not in this alone.”

azzi nods, though the words don’t feel as reassuring as they should. she appreciates aliyah’s support, but there’s only so much that can be said. what she really wants to do is leave the gym, hop on a plane, and head to connecticut. to paige. her paige.

but she doesn’t. she stays, practices hard, and forces herself to focus.

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paige is finally in her dorm and flops down on her bed, the midday light creeping through the curtains in soft beams. her mind is still spinning, filled with a mix of exhaustion and something else—something a little more dangerous. she hasn’t stopped thinking about azzi, and it’s not just because of what happened the night before. it’s everything. the way they’re connected without meaning to be, the way azzi makes her feel things she’s not supposed to feel.

the door to her room creaks open, and her teammate, nika, steps inside, wearing an expression of concern that paige knows too well.

“you okay?” nika asks, her voice low, almost like she’s already figured out what’s going on.

paige doesn’t know how to explain herself, doesn’t know how to tell her friend that she can’t stop thinking about someone she should never even care about. she just shrugs. “yeah, just a little tired. a lot of stuff on my mind.”

nika looks at her for a beat, her eyes narrowing slightly. “i saw the way you were acting at breakfast this morning. you’ve been off for a while now. what’s going on with you and fudd?”

paige tenses. she didn’t think anyone had noticed—but of course nika would.

“it’s nothing. seriously. just… stuff with the game,” paige lies, her words not coming out as smoothly as she hoped.

nika doesn’t buy it. “uh-huh. i don’t know what happened, but you two have been different. don’t let this mess with your focus. we need you, paige. you know that, right?”

paige nods, but even as she says, “i know,” the words feel hollow.

what if this thing with azzi does mess with her focus? what if it messes with everything? she’s supposed to be a leader, supposed to lead her team to victory, but how can she do that when she’s losing herself in thoughts of azzi?

“thanks, nika,” paige says quietly, before turning away from her teammate. nika doesn’t say anything else. she just nods and walks out, leaving paige alone with the thoughts she doesn’t know how to sort through.

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azzi can’t concentrate.

she’s in her dorm, getting ready for the team meeting before they head out for the next game. but all she can think about is the way they left things. how this—all of it—is too much.

“you’re letting this get in your head”, she tells herself, pacing back and forth. focus.

but focus doesn’t come. it never does when she’s thinking about paige.

the room feels too small, the walls too close. she feels like she can’t breathe, like the weight of this whole situation is bearing down on her chest.

there’s a knock at the door, and azzi pauses. “come in,” she calls.

the door opens, and aliyah steps inside, a knowing look on her face. “you’re still thinking about her, huh?”

azzi sighs, sitting down on the bed. “i don’t know how to stop.”

“you don’t have to stop. but you need to stop letting it take over your game,” aliyah says, her voice firm but not unkind.

“i know,” azzi mutters, running a hand through her hair. “but what happens when the feelings don’t go away?”

aliyah sits beside her, crossing her arms. “i can’t answer that for you. but i know this: you’re stronger than this. don’t let paige bueckers, or whatever’s going on between you two, take away your power.”

azzi glances at her friend. aliyah’s right, of course. but it doesn’t make it easier.

pov: paige

paige finally admits it to herself. the feelings are too strong to ignore. no matter how much she tries to bury them, no matter how much she wants to tell herself this was a one-time thing, something’s shifted.

she opens her phone, staring at azzi’s name on the screen. should i text her?

the words come too easily.

hey, i’ve been thinking a lot. maybe we could talk?

she hesitates before pressing send. it’s reckless. but the moment it leaves her hands, paige knows she can’t take it back. she’s already in too deep.

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🌟 Creating Character Names: A Non-Basic Guide for Fantasy Writers 🌟

Listen up fellow writers! aggressively slides into your dashboard with chai in hand Let's talk about one of the most CHAOTIC yet FUN parts of writing - naming your precious book babies!

👀 First things first - throw out everything you know about "normal" naming conventions because honey, we're going WILD today!

Here's the tea: Your character's name is literally their FIRST impression on the page. It's their brand™️, their essence, their whole vibe condensed into a few syllables. And in fantasy? The rules? We don't know her.

🔮 Non-Basic Methods for Name Creation:

The Vibes-Based Approach

Close your eyes and picture your character

What color are they giving off?

What texture?

Now translate that into sounds

Example: A character who feels like liquid silver might be named Sylthra or Mercurine

2. The Meaning Mashup Method

Take 2-3 words that represent your character

Break them apart

Frankenstein them back together

Example: Brave (Fortis) + Storm (Tempest) = Fortempest

3. The Aesthetic Alchemy Instead of just picking random syllables, think about:

How does the name look on the page?

Does it have strong consonants or flowing vowels?

Would it look good written in blood on a magical contract? (IMPORTANT)

🌙 Pro Tips That Nobody Talks About:

Test Drive Your Names

Write them in different fonts

Yell them dramatically

Whisper them mysterously

If you can't dramatically whisper "Lord Xylophone the Terrible" without giggling, maybe reconsider

2. The Name Evolution Game Your character's name should have:

A formal version

A nickname

What their enemies call them

What their mom yells when they're in trouble Example: Theodora → Thea → The Midnight Witch → THEODORA BLACKTHORN GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT

3. Cultural Consideration (but make it fantasy)

Create naming patterns for different regions/species

Maybe elves use lots of 'ae' and 'th' sounds

Perhaps dragon-folk names always start with a hiss

Desert dwellers might have names that sound like wind through sand

🔥 Advanced Name-Crafting Techniques:

The Emotional Echo Method

Write down the key emotion of your character

Find its opposite

Create a name that somehow bridges both Example: A character who's both gentle and fierce → Lysander (means "liberator" but sounds soft)

The Musical Approach

Names have rhythm

They have melody

Try singing your character names

If it sounds like a spell, EVEN BETTER

💫 Remember:

Names can be weapons (looking at you, True Name magic systems)

They can be prophecies

They can be curses

They can be LIES

🚫 What to Avoid (but like, in a non-basic way):

Names that look like you headbutted your keyboard

Names so complex your readers need a pronunciation guide every 2 pages

Names that are just regular names with random 'y's thrown in (looking at you, Kathryn → Kathyryn → Kathyyryn)

✨ Final Thoughts: Your character's name is a spell you're casting on your readers. Make it memorable. Make it meaningful. Make it YOURS.

And remember, if all else fails, you can always name them after what they had for breakfast. (Looking at you, Toast the Dragonslayer 👀)

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That's all for today's chaotic naming advice! Drop a 🌟 if you're gonna rename all your characters now! - Rin T.

[Note: Feel free to reblog and add your own chaotic naming methods! Let's build this resource together!]