#Random Writing Demo

[torchickentacos]

I hate when spotify gets lyrics wrong. Like if I can hear the right words with my processing disorder, then spotify has NO EXCUSES tbh

[endthestarlight]

🌠 Kana & Demo 📨

Recently been getting into closed species stuff lately as a distraction so I thought I should share these two. Demo is fully designed by me while Kana is a redesign for a gift character I got.

Kana is an astrologer and fortune teller, very mischievous and faux mysterious. Demo is a postman who often delivers to her and all her antics just fly past his head. I imagine these two have some mutual pining going on.

Kana's original design credits can be found here

[capinejghafa]

I've come to the realization that Sally Thorne's books are simply not for me... I tried, and tried, and tried. I can't make something work if I feel nothing for these characters or their chemistry.

[misterradio]

trying to split up my nyit cgl bookmarks between each film was a mistake..... they overlap so much and there are so many bits and pieces that i dont have a dedicated folder for.... so many bookmarks to read later......... a wonderful problem to have o<-<

[gojosconsort]

Hey could I make a request please :3 Professor gojo with student reader, lots of tension, shes in his chemistry class and he takes a very obvious but weird liking to her, like always makes HER do favours for him, always picks on HER during class. Eventually and somehow they end up together but they have to keep it a secret so gojo doesnt get fired but he is TERRIBLE at trying to hide it and his coworkers (nanami, geto, etc) are getting suspiscious, readers friends are getting suspiscious because of how gojo acts around her. I was thinking they get caught and some angst and having to breakup and then theres a LOT of tension after that and class is SO awkward ... sorry if thats too much and if u dont write for that type of thing. oh and also reader is very introverted and keeps to herself but clever :)

PROFESSOR’S PET ♡ // HEADCANONS

⁀➷ CONTENT. you’re the quiet, clever girl in gojo’s chemistry class, and he’s the hotshot professor who’s taken a strange, obvious liking to you—picking on you, favoring you, until tension snaps.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x professor!gojo

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. age gap (gojo in his 30s, reader in her 20s), teacher-student relationship, oral sex (m & f receiving), creampie, risk of getting caught (and then getting caught oops), this is very chaotic sorry lmaoo

♡ AUTHOR’S NOTE. ty for the request, i shortened it a bit bc it got a bit long but hope you like it <3

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s the star of the chemistry department—tall, white-haired, too damn handsome for a lab coat, and always smirking. you’re the introverted student in the back row, nose in your notes, acing every test but barely speaking. he notices you day one—calls you out mid-lecture, “hey, quiet girl—yeah, you—explain covalent bonds.” you stammer it out perfectly, and he grins, “smart one, huh? good.” from then on, you’re his favorite student <3

PROFESSOR!GOJO who starts singling you out for everything—makes you stay late to “organize his lab notes,” smirking, “you’re clever, figure it out,” even though they’re a mess. always picks you to demo experiments, hovering too close, “don’t blow us up, sweetheart.” classmates snicker, but you’re too shy to call him out, but also too sharp to mess up his tasks. he loves it, leaning in once, “you blush easy—cute.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who ramps up the teasing—drops your name in every lecture, “let’s see if our genius in the back can solve this,” grinning when you nail it. starts lingering after class, asking random shit—“you like chemistry or just pretending?” you mutter short answers, avoiding his piercing eyes, but he’s relentless, brushing your arm “accidentally” while passing papers, whispering, “stay sharp, i’m watching.” your heart’s a mess, and he knows it.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who catches you alone in the lab one evening—you’re finishing his latest “favor,” and he locks the door, smirking, “you’re too good at this—makes me wanna keep you.” you freeze, but he’s on you, voice low, “tell me to stop, sweetheart.” you don’t—can’t, because you want it too—and he’s kissing you hard, hands under your shirt, growling, “fuck, been waiting for this.” lifts you onto the lab table, fucks you right there, rough and fast, “quiet now—don’t want security hearing.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s smug as hell after—adjusts his glasses, “our little secret, yeah? can’t lose my job over this.” you agree, shaky but hooked—he’s too good, too dangerous. he’s careful at first—texts you coded shit like “lab needs organizing tonight,” meaning meet him after hours. but he’s reckless in class, winking at you, calling you “my star student” with a grin that’s way too obvious.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s terrible at hiding it—nanami catches him staring at you during a staff meeting, frowning, “focus, gojo—stop drooling over students.” geto’s sharper, smirking, “she’s in your class, right? awfully quiet for your type.” your friends notice too—whispering, “why’s gojo always on you? it’s weird.” you shrug it off, blushing, but they’re not dumb—his favoritism’s screaming something’s up.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who drags you into his office between classes—locks it, pulls you down, “need a quick taste, sweetheart.” goes down on you under his desk, tongue relentless, muttering, “fuck, you’re so sweet—my clever girl.” you’re biting your lip to stay quiet when someone knocks—nanami’s voice, “gojo, you in there?” he doesn’t stop, grinning up at you, “answer him, babe—keep it steady.” you barely choke out a “he’s busy!” while cumming.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who laughs it off after nanami leaves—“close one, huh? gotta be sneakier.” starts making excuses—tells colleagues you’re his “research assistant” now, smirking when you glare. your friends grill you—“research? you? with him?” you’re too introverted to lie well, stammering, “it’s just work!” but they’re skeptical, and geto’s watching gojo like a hawk, muttering, “he’s slipping—idiot’s gonna get caught.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who can’t keep his hands off—corners you in an empty lecture hall, bending you over the podium, “fuck, you in that skirt—driving me insane.” fucks you deep, praising, “smartest pussy i’ve ever had—mine, yeah?” leaves a hickey on your neck, grinning, “oops—cover that up, sweetheart.” you’re pissed—he’s too careless—but he just kisses it, “looks good on you.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s got everyone talking now—students whisper, “she’s always with him—think they’re banging?” your friends pull you aside, “girl, he’s way too into you—what’s the deal?” you deny it, voice small, but gojo makes it worse—leans too close during office hours, loud enough for geto to overhear, “missed you last night, star student.” geto’s eyebrow lifts, “careful, gojo—walls have ears.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who texts you at midnight—“lab. now.” meets you there, all grins, “couldn’t sleep—need my fix.” fucks you on the lab bench again, slow this time, “fuckin’ perfect—my little genius.” leaves the lights on—too cocky to care—muttering, “let ‘em catch us, babe—worth it.” you’re a wreck, loving it but terrified of getting caught, and he just smirks, “relax, i’d fight for this.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who gets cornered by nanami and geto some day—nanami’s blunt, “you’re screwing a student, aren’t you? this’ll destroy your career.” geto’s smirking, “she’s cute, i get it—but you’re dumb as hell at hiding it.” gojo shrugs, “prove it—nothing’s happening.” they don’t buy it—your friends ask again, “seriously, what’s with you and gojo?”—and you’re running out of excuses.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who shows up at your apartment unannounced—knocks hard, grinning, “heard you were stressed, sweetheart—gonna fix that.” pushes inside, locks the door, and has you against the wall in seconds, “fuck, you’re too good—my clever little thing.” eats you out on your couch, then fucks you deep on your bed, groaning, “this pussy’s mine—gonna spoil you rotten.” leaves you limp, kissing your forehead, “better now, yeah?”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who still can’t resist you at school—pulls you into a storage closet near the chem lab between lectures, “need you now, babe—fuck the risk.” hikes your skirt up, fucks you against the shelves, growling, “so damn tight—my perfect girl.” you’re moaning soft, trying to stay quiet, when the door cracks open—geto’s voice, dry, “knew it—fucking sloppy, gojo.” gojo doesn’t stop, grinning, “enjoy the show, asshole,” finishing hard while you’re embarrassed as hell, geto shutting the door with a dark chuckle.

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s unfazed by geto catching you—grins, “he won’t snitch—likes watching too much.” but geto’s accidentally spills it to nanami and your friends connect dots too, “wait, someone saw you? oh my god, it’s true!” nanami’s digging deeper, “’ll report this, satoru—it’s over if i confirm it.” gojo pulls you aside, smirking, “don’t stress, sweetheart—i’ll bullshit my way out. nobody’s breaking us up.”

PROFESSOR!GOJO who’s still playing with fire—kisses you in the hall, “fuck ‘em, let ‘em talk.” nanami’s got evidence—texts he found. your friends won’t drop it, “you’re insane—he’s gonna get fired!” geto’s smirking, “told you, satoru—game’s up.” gojo just leans back, glasses slipping, and shrugs, “well, shit—guess we’re caught now.” but the question is—what are you you gonna do now??

————— ୨୧ —————

⁀➷ masterlist

[funishment-time]

🧠 PLEASE DO NOT PIRATE THE HUNDRED LINE: LAST DEFENSE ACADEMY ON APRIL 24TH 🧠

WHY THO? ➡️ Kazutaka Kodaka has said on many occasions that this is literally make or break for TooKyo Games due to production issues and the resulting debt while making it. The company did not have money for ports or for additional languages, or physical versions in some areas. Additionally, he will likely leave the game industry if it doesn't sell. I suppose that final bit could be a joke, but I'd rather not risk it.

In short: to pirate The Hundred Line is not sticking it to Bethesda's spaghetti coding or EA's nonsensical manufacturing line of Sims DLC, but rather an indie studio.

But we're all short on money these days and shit's expensive. I understand. I get by on an income of lint and those mint chocolates you can eat at the Olive Garden. So while I ultimately can't control what you do, random citizen, I've provided alternate means to pirating on this post.

➡️ "I would like to try the game before buying it."

Here is the Steam demo.

Here is the Switch demo.

Both provide about 5ish hours of gameplay, both story and tactical modes, and it should be enough for you to make a decision.

➡️ "I would like to play the actual game."

Digitally, you can get it on Steam or on the Switch, as stated.

(Good news: it'll also be compatible with the Switch 2!)

Physical copies will be sold in the US and Japan. (Unsure on China.) Take a look online or at your local retailer! There's even a spectacular pre-order package with eggstras.

You can also try joining a Steam Family with a friend who owns a copy of the game. Of course, you'll have to sort-of take turns playing it, but it's better'n nothing.

If you're really desperate, see if you're qualified for a short-term pay-over-time plan from Paypal etcetera. I don't recommend it, but I assume we're all adults here. Make your own financial decision!

➡️ "I don't mind if I just experience the game."

Have a friend stream it for you over Discord or another platform! Pool money if you must to purchase one (1) person the copy.

There's also no restrictions on streams and no restrictions on spoilers, so...

...your favorite Let's Players or streamers might be glomming onto the game ASAP, if you don't mind waiting a bit.

You can also politely ask/suggest that your fave content creators, if they're small enough that they still listen to individual fans, play or stream the game. (Don't be annoying, though, and make sure they're into games like this first.)

➡️ "I would like a physical copy."

See the third bullet under "I would like to play the actual game."

There is sadly no official physical copy for Europe as of writing, so I would look at the other sections if you're over yonder. I believe you can import into Europe, though.

You might also be able to flash a cartridge or USB or CD or something of the digital version if you already own it please. (Don't make a cartridge of it if you didn't buy the game, like. That's defeating the point.) I don't quite know how this works, but I'm putting it here anyway.

➡️ "You're a bootlicker/I am owed this content/sorry Kodaka but I'm built different/Danganronpa sucks and this will too/I'm not giving money to a [racist implication about Japanese culture]."

ok

[nightmarishwaltz]

Stray Kids - What they would be like as boyfriends [HC]

Hey everyone! This was not requested, but I wanted to do something small in-between my Lee Know x y/n fic!

Requests are open! Also, I have an AO3 that these are also being posted on, so if anyone wanted to check that out - here it is!

Bangchan

Constantly checks in on you, even when he’s busy—"Have you eaten?" is his love language.

Holds your hand in a way that makes you feel like nothing in the world could go wrong.

Late-night music sessions where he plays you demos no one else has heard yet—you’re his safe space and muse.

Soft hugs where he wraps his arms around you like he’s trying to shield you from the world.

Lowkey jealous, but never controlling—he just reallycherishes you.

Writes little notes and tucks them into your book bag or hoodie pocket.

Will always let you fall asleep on his chest, no matter how tired he is.

Probably created a “Y/N” playlist he listens to when he misses you.

Encourages your dreams like a life coach—but softer and full of heart.

Makes you feel so seen. You’re not just loved—you’re understood.

Lee Know

Pretends he’s not affectionate, then melts when you kiss his cheek.

Will roast you with love—his teasing is actually his version of flirting.

Cooks for you without asking, always acting like it’s “just because he was hungry too.”

Loves when you help him care for his cats—wants you to become part of his little world.

Secretly plans future trips with you (even if he acts aloof about it).

Will hold your pinky in public like a secret little “I love you.”

Says he doesn’t do PDA, but pulls you close when you’re cold.

You’ll catch him staring at you when you’re focused on something—his love is quiet but intense.

Sends you unflattering selfies to make you laugh, then immediately follows up with a soft voice memo telling you he misses you.

Doesn’t say "I love you" every day—but when he does, it's everything.

Changbin

Holds your hand like it’s a lifeline—firm, warm, and constant.

Is so proud of you. Always hyping you up to friends, staff, and even strangers.

Tries to act tough but is the softest when you're in his arms.

Loves couple workouts or encouraging you to be healthy—"You're strong, but I wanna make you stronger."

Gets a bit pouty when he misses you but softens the second you touch him.

Loves quality time—karaoke nights, movie marathons, doing skincare together.

Will write your name in hearts in his journal and deny it if you ever catch him.

Always has your favorite snacks with him—like it’s second nature.

Wants to protect your peace and be someone you can lean on without fear.

Makes you feel like you’re his whole world.

Hyunjin

Expresses love through art: he draws you, paints memories, writes you little love haikus.

Holds you like you’re made of stardust—gentle but full of meaning.

Always takes you to museums, gardens, or rooftops—he wants to experience beauty with you.

Loves to dress you up in his clothes and photograph you in golden light.

Gets flustered when you compliment him, but absolutely lives for your attention.

Cries during emotional movies and cuddles you like he never wants to let go.

Always notices the small things—your favorite flower, how your eyes light up when you talk.

Likes quiet mornings together: tea, soft music, sleepy forehead kisses.

When he says “I love you,” it sounds like poetry wrapped in velvet.

You become his muse—but also his anchor. You ground him.

Han

Makes you laugh until you cry—he's your personal comedian and safe space.

Gets flustered super easily but always tries to act confident.

Loves when you play with his hair—it instantly calms him down.

Will randomly blurt out, “You’re so cute, I can’t handle it,” mid-conversation.

Writes little raps about you that are both adorable and slightly embarrassing.

Always suggests spontaneous dates—midnight walks, stargazing, random café visits.

Clings to you like a koala when he’s sleepy.

Gets really proud when he makes you happy—your smile means everything.

Gives you his hoodies and watches you swim in them with heart eyes.

Makes even the boring days feel magical just by being himself.

Felix

Smiles like you’re his entire world—because you are.

Morning cuddles? Non-negotiable. He needs them.

Bakes for you all the time, and always remembers your favorites.

Sends you “thinking of you” selfies with soft captions and sun emojis.

Wears matching bracelets or rings to feel close even when you’re apart.

Speaks to you in that deep voice when he’s sleepy—heart. destroyed.

Praises you constantly and genuinely—"You’re so beautiful. I mean it."

Loves gentle touches—tracing your knuckles, brushing your hair out of your face.

Gets emotional sometimes because he feels everything so deeply.

His love is pure, unconditional, and healing. Being with him feels like a warm, golden morning.

Seungmin

Will tease you all day, then tuck you into bed like a literal angel.

Doesn’t say “I love you” often—but proves it in everything he does.

Always remembers the little things—how you take your coffee, what days you’re stressed.

Offers logical advice but never makes you feel dumb for feeling emotional.

His hugs are rare but devastatingly comforting.

Reads beside you in silence, sometimes brushing your pinky with his.

Sends you memes at 3 a.m. with the driest captions possible.

Walks on the road-side of the street without even thinking.

Gives you a hard time about small things, but is always the first to protect you.

Loving Seungmin is quiet, steady, and eternal—he’s your harbor.

Jeongin

A little shy at first, but once he trusts you, he’s all cuddles and laughter.

Blushes easily, especially when you’re affectionate in public.

Holds your hand a little too tight at first, then softens into it like it’s home.

Always asks if you’re okay—he’s very emotionally attentive.

Wants to learn everything about you—your fears, your dreams, your favorite childhood snack.

Loves cozy hangouts: playing games, snacking, cuddling under too many blankets.

Gets super proud when he does something that makes you laugh or smile.

Texts you “I miss you” and immediately regrets it… then texts “never mind” (but means it).

Calls you randomly just to hear your voice.

His love is like a spring bloom—soft, new, full of promise and sunshine.

[loricciardo]

TAG YOU LATER, charles leclerc.

pinned rules masterlist

pairing. charles leclerc x indie musician!reader

summary. an up and coming american indie musician tags charles leclerc on instagram after he wins the austin grand prix, never expecting him to see it; let alone comment. when he gets hooked on a dreamy demo she shared, not realizing she’s the one who made it… things spiral fast.

tags. female reader, fluffy, slight cussing, SMAU, usage of y/n as name is unspecified, unaddressed hate comments, reader is an american from texas,

author’s note. hey!!!! i’ve never in my life written a SMAU so i hope this isn’t too shit 😭 feedback is always welcome and appreciated!!!! lots of love ALSO I RUSHED THE END IM SORRY!!!

request are open, not proofread, based on this ask. looking for beta readers! x

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

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yn still not over yesterday. charles leclerc on the podium in my home state??? unreal. also if you see a girl sobbing during the anthem… no you didn’t.

tagged charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

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charles_leclerc Merci ❤️ I didn’t see anyone crying I promise 😅 Also great song choice

↳ yn not you actually seeing this 😭😭 wait. wait. you listened to it?

↳ charles_leclerc Yes! On repeat actually. Who is the artist?

↳ carlossainz55 Mate… 😂😂😂

↳ charles_leclerc ????

↳ ferrarifan1 oh charles is dumb dumb

ynluvr128 Wait. Wait. Wait. Is this happening.. in real time?!

random IMAGINE THE CHARLES LECLERC is in your comments what is going on 😭

f1gossipgirl wtf is charles doing here lmao

random Another clout chaser 🥱 F1 isn’t the same anymore with all these wannabe WAGs

yourbandmate1 Way to promote the song go girl xo

↳ yn I DIDNT EVEN MEAN TO

↳ yourbandmate2 well it went up in streams sooo keep doing this 💝💝

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

🎶 stranger to me (demo) — by your band

yn has replied to your story:

yn okay so um. hi 😅 i didn’t want to say anything publicly because i was kind of dying on the inside and it just felt weird to announce but

yn i’m the artist btw

yn or… well my band is 😭 i wasn’t gonna release it but now charles leclerc listens to it apparently so that’s cool

charles_leclerc Wait

charles_leclerc No no no

charles_leclerc You can’t just casually be that good and expect no one to notice 😅

charles_leclerc That’s so cool. You’re seriously talented yn liked this message

yn thank you!!!!! 🤍🤍

yn i’m kinda glad you didn’t know 😭 it feels less weird that way

charles_leclerc Makes sense

charles_leclerc But now that I do know… it’s even more impressive

charles_leclerc You’ve got something special. The lyrics are very well written

yn that means a lot especially coming from someone who’s used to yknow…

yn engines n shit idfk 😭

charles_leclerc Hey!!!! 😡

charles_leclerc I write music too

charles_leclerc Well

charles_leclerc I mess around on the piano sometimes but still

yn wait for real??? youre a musician too??? what can’t you people do 😭

charles_leclerc “Musician” is a very very strong word I’m afraid

charles_leclerc I play a few basic progressions when I can’t sleep

yn honestly relatable af

yn that’s how stranger to me happened

charles_leclerc It’s a sign chéri. It seems to be working well for you ❤️

yn i’ll take that as encouragement to keep making sad little ballads then

charles_leclerc Yes! Please do

charles_leclerc I need new stuff to listen to. You have a very specific vibe and I’m addicted now 😅

yn well damn

yn guess i have to finish my next song 😭 charles_leclerc liked this message

charles_leclerc has followed you back!

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yn currently writing songs i swore i’d never let anyone hear. funny how quickly that changes sometimes. #MaybeWeWillShareThisOne #OrWillWe?

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ynfan this era of her is so raw i’m obsessed

charles_leclerc 👀 Now you have to release it liked by yn and 5,279 others

↳ fan1 omg CHARLES AGAIN??

↳ hater i can’t tell if he actually likes her music or just wants in her pants LMFAO

↳ fan2 He is here before the fanpages are 😭

↳ fan3 is he not embarrassed 💀

carlossainz55 @charles_leclerc Did you switch careers or what?

↳ charles_leclerc I can’t just appreciating good music anymore?

↳ fan he’s SWEATING in these comments lol

lilymhe I vote yes for release DM me the drop 😌

↳ yn only if you pinky swear not to leak it 🤙

↳ lilymhe What do you take me for? 🤙

↳ fan omg not lily being in on it too

↳ fan soft-launch SQUAD confirmed

bff1 drop. the. demo. or we riot.

↳ yn y-y… yes maam 😅 (help she is holding me at gun point)

musicblogger22 I love watching you lean into this. your sound deserves to be loud 🔥

bandmate3 YESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

↳ bandmate3fan i want u so bad

f1gossipgirl ok but are we just ignoring the way Charles is basically soft launching in her comments?

↳ yndefender girl what??? 💀 they’re just friends???

charlesfan876 she’s literally milking this attention lol

ynhater4 girl one song on insta doesn’t make you a musician 😭

↳ ynHQ and yet he’s in her likes and you’re in the comments 🫶

f1updatesdaily can someone explain to me why this random singer is suddenly everywhere with the drivers??

random i swear if she doesn’t release this one i’ll cry

yncharlesshipper He’s gonna end up in a song isn’t he 👀

↳ fan he’s already inspired one idk what y’all mean

f1updatesdaily 📸 Spotted: Charles Leclerc out in Las Vegas with American singer-songwriter YN of yourband following the Vegas GP.

The two were seen walking around the Strip late at night after grabbing food. Fans were quick to recognize YN from a recent post where she tagged Charles after his Austin podium, where he left a suspiciously flirty comment. 👀

She is behind the indie track Stranger to Me that Charles recently shared to his story last week.

More than just a coincidence? Swipe ➡️ for more.

#F1 #CharlesLeclerc #Ferrari #VegasGP #WAGWatch #WhoIsShe #YnLn #LasVegas

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ynmusicfan THE WAY SHE’S BEEN LOWKEY FOR YEARS AND NOW THIS??

wagupdates she’s been on a few spotify editorial playlists lately too?? i’m smelling gold diggerrrr

fan “stranger to me” is about to chart isn’t it 😭

wherestheferrari not the guy who plays piano falling for a girl who writes sad songs

↳ charlesfan26 meant to be!!!! we love yn in this house 🏠

ynupdates IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?!?!?!

fan3 not the indie girlies entering the F1 universe now 😭

f1slayyy unpopular opinion but i kinda love this for him

f1anon Y’all she’s American and 4 years younger than him… plot twist

↳ yndefender2 am I the only one who thinks the gap is a little weird 💀 Charles is ancient

f1hatersunite fame-hunting 101 lol

charles_leclerc has added to their story!

yn has replied to your story:

yn are you trying to start rumors or are you just feeling bold today

yn also?? favorite sound????? i’m blushing pls

charles_leclerc Both are true

charles_leclerc Also you blush really easily, chéri

charles_leclerc It’s cute yn has liked this message

f1girlie CHARLES. LECLERC. JUST POSTED A GIRL ON HIS STORY. NO TAG. NO CONTEXT. I’M UNWELL.

lovedovedance wait wait WAIT is that the same girl who dropped stranger to me??? the vibes matchhhh

leclercdaily She had headphones on. “Favorite sound.” He’s either dating her or she made him a playlist that changed his life

goferrari69 not charles soft launching his manic pixie dream indie girlfriend while i cry over my physics exam

ynlovebot OKAY BUT. the caption. the framing. the fact she’s not tagged??? that’s real. that’s intentional. yn x charles era is here

delusionaldutch i fear this is the girl from vegas.

leclercgf we lost girls. wrap it up.

maxverstappenshrine me pretending i don’t care while zooming in and enhancing like i’m on NCIS

charlesloverreal no bc if this IS her then charles has TASTE. this is what a yearning man

haterhoe69 not another one of them falling for the ✨artsy✨ american girls 💀 y’all are weak

carlossainzstannie atp if she gets invited to qatar i’m logging out permanently

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yn wrote a song and found a soft place to land. 🤍truly forza ferrari 🏎️🇶🇦

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charles_leclerc Even your captions are poetic. Love you ❤️ liked by yn and 17,252 others

↳ yn ❤️❤️ forever?

charles_leclerc Is that even a question, chéri?

fan OH MY GOD

leclercsleftdimple that deep ass kiss just healed my trust issues

ynupdates her caption?? charles’ comment?? everyone shut up this is love

lando We’ve been knew but congrats Ig

↳ yn jealous much?

↳ lando Of him? Not a chance

↳ yn i meant jealous of me. we know you want a homoerotic relationship with charles liked by 162 others

↳ landofan THIS IS SO??? 😭

leclercnation she writes songs AND makes our boy smile like that?? wife material confirmed

hater27 i tried to hate but i listened to her song and now i’m just confused

WAGupdates this is why we never trust a man’s instagram story. full relationship arc in 4 posts

carmenmmundt She’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s everything. He’s there. Love you.

↳ yn sending all my love carmen 🤍🤍 you’re welcome to hang out in the ferrari garage anytime george pisses you off x

↳ georgerussell63 Excuse me??????

↳ yn everyone is a ferrari fan! forza ferrari george

pierregasly finally. my timeline is at peace.

gracieabrams literally crying at this softboy era you unlocked 😭🫶

lilymhe Miss you girlie!!!!

↳ yn can we date instead

[unhakies]

Okay hear me out college au taesan who goes to school for music and gets partnered of with reader to make their own song. Like he’s a little shy and introverted but then sees readers passion for music that he falls for her and it like he’s continuously only able to come of with lyrics for a love song as they get to know other more. He tries to hide it but seeing someone LVOE music like him gets him down bad and there’s a huge confession from being jealous but it’s like poetic and just cutsey

Omg sorry this is so much:’)

between the lines. k. woonhak

pairing: musicmajor!taesan x musicmajor!reader

genre: oneshot, romance

wordcount: 1.705k

notes — nothing is ever too much this is so cute i hope its what you wanted🥹💗

taesan didnt do well with group projects. he liked quiet, and group work was the opposite.

so when he heard this project worth most if his mark was a group project, being mad would be an understatement.

the professor clapped his hands, gaining the attention of the students who chatted excitedly. "this final project will be a composition between you and your partner. pairing are on the screen. also, you get extra marks if you preform the song at the end of the year festival."

you blinked at the screen then looked around, han dongmin, who didn't know him? he was known for his amazing composing skills.

you walked towards him after finding him through the chaos of the class. "han dongmin right? im name." you gave a smile and a small nod.

"right, it's nice to meet you."

you met in the music room the next day. taesan brought his guitar, and you brought your mini keyboard.

"so what vibe are we thinking" you asked, glancing at him. "mh, i'm not sure. i tend to give for more mellow vibes."

"let's find a middle. we can find something together." you smiled.

we. he liked the sound of that

he strummed random strings, trying to find the right melody. "wait! play that again." you looked up with stars in your eyes. he raised an eyebrow but nevertheless played it.

you clapped like you win the lottery and write something down and then hummed a melody, whispered some lyrics, and thats when taesan knew it,

he was done for.

a few weeks later, taesan was stumped. the project was going good—great if anything. but he kept writing lines, and they started to look familiar, like they were about you.

"i met a girl with stars behind her eyes she sings like she’s chasing the sky and i can’t write a song that doesn’t sound like loving her"

he couldn’t use them. obviously.

but every time you laughed over a dumb harmony or leaned in to fix his timing, he felt another lyric bloom in his chest.

you weren’t even doing anything. you were just.. being passionate. earnest. alive with music.

and taesan was absolutely, totally down bad.

taesan wasnt the jealous type. if anything, seeing other people get stuff is motivation for him to keep pushing.

but today was different. but it started like any other;

you sprawled on the floor, notebook hovering over your face as your tongue poked out of your mouth in focus

he smiled before you even saw him.

“morning,” you chirped. “i brought snacks.”

he sat beside you, accepted a pouch of dried mango you offered, and began tuning his guitar while you rambled about tempo and bridge transitions.

you both knew the demo deadline was coming up. but still, there was no rush. you liked to linger.

until the knock.

the door swung open mid-harmony. taesan’s fingers stilled on the strings.

“hey,” said minho, leaning against the frame like he owned the building. “heard you were in here, name”

you brightened. “hey! what are you doing on this floor?”

“jazz room got booked, thought i’d come snoop. that song you played last showcase, it was sick. you working on something new?”

“actually, yeah. this duet project with taesan,” you said, nudging him gently with your shoulder.

minho glanced over, boredly, and nodded once. “cool. you guys sound good.”

taesan managed a small, polite smile.

“wanna hang sometime?” minhi added. “i've got this beat that i need help on.”

you laughed, warm and casual. “sure, i'm down. text me?”

“bet.”

and just as quick as he came, he was gone, but the air didn’t go back to normal.

not for taesan.

he strummed a few bars quietly, but his thoughts were racing ahead of his fingers.

he knew it was stupid.

he knew you weren’t his. that you could hang out with anyone. that minho wasn’t doing anything wrong.

but something about the way your smile lingered. the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when you said “text me” like it was nothing.

taesan wasn’t used to jealousy. it didn’t sit neatly inside him. it scratched.

“you okay?” you asked after a few minutes, when he missed a beat for the third time.

“yeah.”

“you’re playing faster.”

he paused. “sorry.” you tilted your head. “wanna take a break?”

“no,” he said too quickly. “i’m fine.”

but you weren’t convinced. you set your laptop down, fully turned toward him.

“did i do something?”

taesan’s head snapped up. “what? no, why would you think that?”

“you’re… closed off today.” your voice was quiet. he winced. “It’s not you.” you were silent for a beat. then you said, gently, “then what is it?”

he hated how visible he must’ve looked, but he couldn’t lie, either, not when you asked like that.

"it's stupid." he shrugged it off. "dongmin, nothing is ever stupid, trust me." you spoke, putting a hand over his.

he sighed and spoke, almost too softly “sometimes i think i care more than i’m supposed to.”

You blinked. “about the project?”

“no,” he said, “i don’t know how to explain it. i hear your voice in my sleep. i see your lyrics in my head before i fall asleep. and every time you talk about music like it’s your first love, I just, I want to be part of that. not because of the project. not even because of the music.”

you were staring now. carefully, like he was a puzzle unraveling right in front of you.

taesan looked down, thumb tapping anxiously on his guitar’s body.

“i guess it messed me up a little,” he muttered, “hearing you say yes to minho. like your writing just belonged anywhere. like, it didn’t mean anything special here.”

the silence that followed was weighted, heavy with realization.

you stood up, walked over, and sat down beside him.

“i said yes because i like music,” you said. “but i never said i liked writing with him. when I write with you,” you said, “it feels like the song already knows us.”

and taesan, he didn’t say anything.

he just nodded. held your words in his chest like the ending of a song he hadn’t dared to write yet.

and this time, when he played the next chord it rang clear

"also, call me taesan, okay?" you smiled brightly and nodded at him.

the campus had never looked like this before.

string lights draped across trees. a makeshift stage stood at the far end of the lawn, speakers crackling with nervous energy.

seniors milled around in denim jackets and club hoodies, eyes lit with relief and bittersweet excitement.

you stood behind the curtain with taesan, nerves curling inside your stomach.

the two of you were up next. your original duet. final project. last performance of the year.

and somehow, your last moment to say everything that had been left unsaid.

“you okay?” you asked quietly, adjusting your mic.

taesan nodded, then stopped. “kind of.”

you smiled. “same.”

but then you noticed him looking past you.

you turned, and saw minho, standing off to the side near the sound table, chatting with some other jazz majors.

his eyes flicked briefly to you, and he sent you a casual thumbs-up.

you returned a polite smile. it wasn’t a big deal.

but when you looked back, taesan was already turning away.

you reached out before you could stop yourself, your fingers brushing his sleeve.

“hey.”

he looked at you. something in his eyes felt a little further away than usual.

you lowered your voice. “you're going quiet again."

“i'm fine.”

“that's not what I asked.”

he hesitated.

“do you think i'm forgettable?” you blinked "what?”

“in a room like this,” he continued, gesturing at the stage, the crowd, the buzz of competition, “with everyone chasing the next big thing, do you think i'd stand out to you if we hadn’t been paired up?”

you stared at him. “taesan…” but the emcee called your names. you swallowed the lump in your throat and you stepped onstage together.

the lights were warm.

the lawn had gone still.

and when the intro chords began, the ones you’d spent weeks layering, reworking, shaping like clay, taesan kept his eyes down.

you sang the first verse.

and when he joined you in harmony, it felt different.

like he wasn’t singing with you anymore. like he was singing to you.

then the bridge came.

the part that was never in the original. the part he added at the very last minute. he hadn’t shown you the new lyrics. he just said “trust me.”

and now, in front of everyone, his voice broke the quiet:

“i wrote you in metaphors and hid you in rhymes but no lyric fits right if you’re not between the lines”

you froze, but continued to play the keys.

“you were a chorus before i could name you a melody i was too scared to keep but i memorized your voice like scripture and dreamt of you in every beat.”

you turned to him, fully now.

he looked at you finally and everything that had been simmering for the past few months poured out through his eyes.

“this song was always about you.”

gasps echoed in the audience. but all you could hear was your own heartbeat.

he walked towards you, the background music playing and you stared at him.

and before either of you could overthink it, you closed the space between you and kissed him.

right there on stage. amid the applause, the lights, and the hum of your shared harmony still echoing in the air.

after the stage cleared and the festival turned to night, you and taesan sat beneath one of the trees with his guitar resting between you.

“i cant believe you really rewrote the bridge and didn’t show me,” you teased.

“i was hoping u wouldn’t chicken out,” he said. “i almost did.”

you leaned on his shoulder. “it was the best line you’ve ever written.”

“i meant every word.”

“i know.”

and in the distance, crowds chatting loudly amongst themselves, but it was just noise now.

because the noise that mattered was still playing, quiet and finished , in both your hearts.

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[kathlare]

manchild

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando find themselves tiptoeing between nerves and humor as they prepare for a long-overdue dinner with her parents.

Wordcount: 6.3 k

Warnings: none

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June 7th, 2024 - Barcelona, Spain

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ameliedayman: i wrote manchild on a random tuesday with amy and jack not too long after finishing short n’ sweet and it ended up being the best random tuesday of my life not only was it so fun to write, but this song became to me something I can look back on that will score the mental montage to the very confusing and fun young adult years of life. it sounds like the song embodiment of a loving eye roll and it feels like a never ending road trip in the summer ! hence why i wanted to give it to you now- so you can stick your head out the car window and scream it all summer long!

thank you always and forever for listening and thank you men for testing me!! 🐷🤍

Manchild is out now!!! Video out tomorrow at 10am est

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landonorris: i feel both attacked and in love 🧍‍♂️ → ameliedayman: @landonorris duality of man(baby)

stelladayman: amen. hey, men. iconic behavior → ameliedayman: @stellamaxwell your man is shaking rn and i LOVE that for you

jackantonoff: you ate. nothing left. → ameliedayman: @jackantonoff i’m still full tbh

tiktokdramaqueen: SHE SAID “I CHOOSE TO BLAME YOUR MOM” AND I FELT THAT → dollincrisis: @tiktokdramaqueen feminist theory begins and ends there

gridgirlfan69: this is the most fun breakup song i’ve ever twerked to → softf1era: @gridgirlfan69 her mind is so unserious and powerful at the same time

savnorris: this is revenge heels in music form. obsessed. → ameliedayman: @savnorris can’t wait to scream it at karaoke next girls night

oliviarodrigo: THIS IS SOOOOOOO GOOD WTF → ameliedayman: @oliviarodrigo ur impact was felt. emotionally and legally 💋

lanxamelie: she wrote a feminist manifesto in glitter and rage and i’m living for it

maxfewtrell: i’m not a man-child, i’m just british → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell that’s worse

trackspice: you mean to tell me she dropped THIS while dating a literal f1 driver 😭😭😭 → marryhimanyways: @trackspice yeah he’s lucky she’s in her “i’m healed” arc

misogynymuncher: how are y’all not tired of her pretending to be relatable with a millionaire bf 💀

carlossainz55: i laughed then cried → ameliedayman: @carlossainz55 that’s the goal, thanks for playing

l0v3youlanmelie: if you’re hating this song you’re the reason she wrote it 😭 → paddockprincess: @l0v3youlanmelie if the shoe fits babes

f1wagupdates: it’s the “i like my men all incompetent” line for me 😭😭😭

georgerussell63: as a reformed manchild, this hit a little too close → ameliedayman: @georgerussell63 george you still can’t use a washing machine

elysiadayman: when u played me the demo i knew some boy out there just got spiritually punched in the throat → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman and i’d do it again 💋

alex_albon: felt personally attacked but also inspired → ameliedayman: @alex_albon take it as a sign and apologize to lily

lilymhe: i wanna stitch this into a pillow → ameliedayman: @lilymhe i’ll bring the thread, you bring the wine

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The soft warmth of morning light spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dusting the white duvet in gold. The city outside was just beginning to stir, but inside their Barcelona suite, the world was quiet—until Amelie felt it.

A featherlight kiss pressed just below her ear. Then one to her jaw. Another to her cheek. One at the tip of her nose. A slow trail of them down her neck.

She scrunched her nose, eyes still closed, but her mouth twitched with a smile.

—Lando...— she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

—Mornin’, angel,— came his low, groggy reply, warm breath tickling her skin.

She turned in his arms, blinking her eyes open to find him already watching her. His hair was a mess, curling wildly around his forehead, and his face was flushed with that sleepy, cozy look she adored. But it was the way he was looking at her—like she’d hung the stars above them—that made her cheeks flush.

—Hi,— she whispered, brushing her fingers along his jaw.

—Hi,— he echoed, voice rough, but laced with a smile.

He kissed the corner of her mouth gently.

—Did I wake you?—

—No, just... attacked me with love, I guess,— she teased, nose scrunching again as she yawned.

Lando grinned, nudging his nose against hers. —Exactly how every day should start. Especially today.—

Amelie smiled, sleepy but already glowing. —Mm, today...—

He shifted onto his elbow, still watching her. —You nervous, baby?—

She didn’t speak, just lifted her hand and wiggled it, fingers pinched close together.

Lando raised his brows, teasing. —A little? That’s all?—

She nodded solemnly, lips fighting a grin. —A little.—

—A little,— he repeated with a low chuckle, shaking his head like he didn’t believe her one bit. Then, without warning, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss.

Soft, then deeper.

Her hand found the back of his neck, fingers weaving into his curls as he pressed closer, his body half on top of hers. It was the kind of kiss that curled her toes, slow and heady, tasting of sleep and something she could only describe as him.

She was melting into him when her phone alarm blared from the nightstand.

Amelie groaned, giggling as she pulled back. —Fucking timing.—

Lando rested his forehead against hers, pouting. —You need to change that sound. That thing’s aggressive.—

—It’s supposed to wake me up, dumbass.—

—Yeah, well, my way’s nicer.—

She rolled onto her back, laughing, and then sat up. —I have soundcheck in like two hours. I should get ready.—

Amelie glanced at him as she stood and stretched, her oversized t-shirt slipping down her thigh. —Are you sure you want to come? You could sleep in, or... do literally anything else.—

Lando blinked at her like she was insane. —Ames, of course I’m coming. What kind of shit boyfriend misses his girl’s first time headlining a festival?—

She grinned, heart clenching a little. —The sexy kind?—

He gave her a look. —Nice try.—

She walked toward the bathroom, hips swaying without thinking.

Lando’s eyes trailed her every step, half under the covers still, entirely captivated.

—Where are you going?— he asked, all dramatically betrayed.

She threw a look over her shoulder. —To shower, clingy. I have to look cute tonight.—

He was already getting out of bed before she could close the door. —We should shower together. You know... for the environment. Save water and stuff.—

She laughed, eyes squinting. —Sure. For the water.—

Lando caught her waist from behind as she reached for a towel, lips landing back on her neck.

—You’re such a menace,— she whispered, leaning back against him instinctively.

—I just love you. Is that a crime?— he said dramatically, dragging his mouth slowly to her shoulder.

—We can shower together,— she murmured, tilting her head to the side to give him better access. —But no sex, Lan. I need my throat for tonight. If I start moaning, it’s over.—

He groaned softly, pressing a kiss behind her ear. —That’s such a cockblock, but fine. I can be... respectful.—

—Doubt it.—

—Rude.—

She turned to face him with a smirk and tugged the hem of her shirt off. —But if you behave, maybe you get a reward after the show.—

Lando’s eyes went wide and then narrowed in dramatic excitement. —Oh I’m gonna be so good.—

They both laughed as they stepped into the massive marble shower together, warm water cascading around them.

It wasn’t sexual, not really—just soft touches, shared space, stolen kisses under steam.

Lando washed her hair gently, fingers massaging her scalp as she melted beneath his hands.

Amelie returned the favor, lathering shampoo into his curls while he closed his eyes and hummed. They whispered stupid jokes. He tickled her sides until she squealed and smacked his chest.

She pressed her nose to his collarbone and said, —You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?—

And Lando didn’t say anything at first—just kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.

Because fuck, she was everything.

And tonight, she was going to step onto a stage in front of thousands.

And he’d be there, smiling so big he’d probably hurt his face, watching the love of his life shine like the star she was.

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lanmelieupdates: Lando and Amelie leaving her soundcheck in Barcelona today ahead of her Primavera Sound headlining set tonight

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carbonwagz: lando in his emotional support boyfriend era is everything to me 😭😭

manchildmvdrop: if he’s not backstage scream-singing manchild word for word… we rioting → wagscentral: @manchildmvdrop he’s 100% doing the bridge with hand motions and all

strawberrygrid: they left soundcheck like they were in a romcom and the city was their runway → tracktokgf: @strawberrygrid camera pans, soft lighting, and a Lana Del Rey song in the bg

f1screamz: the fact that she’s headlining and he’s just her biggest fan in the background i’m sobbing → quadrantchaos: @f1screamz lanmelie invented dual careers. she sings, he simps. balance.

softlaunchwho: the way she’s carrying the whole festival on her back

sneakyslowmo: why does every photo of them walking away look like a music video ending → ameliebangs: @sneakyslowmo bc they ARE the music video. track 12. credits rolling.

norrisnation: he smiled the entire walk back like he just got proposed to → girlwiththegridtattoo: @norrisnation in his defense, if Amelie smiled at me once i’d change my entire personality too 😭

wheresmylanmelie: honestly lando being the only man allowed in her era of hotness is the biggest plot twist of 2025

lanmeliefanclub: she’s about to hit the stage and he’s about to hit the floor from simping too hard 😭

primaprincess: can’t believe we live in a world where LANMELIE is REAL and HEADLINING → gridgirlvibes: @primaprincess like we manifested too hard and god got scared

ferrarifiles: lando been smiling like a fool all day…boy is GONE

tapasmami: bro he’s her groupie and he LOVES it → yeschef: @tapasmami he’s 3 seconds away from printing "Amelie’s #1 fan" shirts for everyone backstage

groupiegrid: someone said “i’d never let a man follow me around like that” girl he’s Lando Norris and she’s Amelie Dayman. stay humble. → chaoticcrew44: @groupiegrid nah fr they’re both each other’s biggest fans and it’s actually so cute

lanloverrrr: she looked back to check if he was still behind her 3 TIMES. she’s gone too. → sunsetmclaren: @lanloverrrr she’s literally walking like she’s floating and he’s the wind 😭

gridwagcentral: man left the paddock to carry her water bottle and vibes. that’s dedication. → f1fangurlie: @gridwagcentral that’s husband behavior not even boyfriend

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The faint hum of festival prep buzzed through the walls of Amelie’s trailer. After soundcheck, the atmosphere was calm, a small bubble of calm in the chaos of a major music festival. She sat on a plush chair, draped in a soft robe, while Jared—the stylist, who had been with her for years—worked on the last tweaks to her outfit. Evanie, the hair stylist, was busy wrapping her curls tighter, a fresh departure from the usual sleek straight hair Amelie sported for years. Lola, her makeup artist, hovered nearby blending shadows with delicate precision.

Amelie closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the gentle buzz of activity around her, the quiet camaraderie of her team.

The trailer door opened, and Meredith slipped inside, carrying a large bag filled with takeout containers. Behind her, Lando stepped in with that familiar, easy grin that made Amelie’s chest flutter. His eyes locked on hers instantly.

Lola, noticing the look on Lando’s face, whispered with a smirk, —Lando, don’t you dare.—

Lando’s grin only deepened as he stepped closer, unbothered by the warning. —Don’t ruin my work, Lando.— Lola’s voice was half amused, half pleading, as she tightened her grip on the makeup brush.

But before she could say more, Lando bent down smoothly and pressed a quick, gentle kiss to Amelie’s lips. It was soft, innocent—just a sweet hello. Amelie pulled back laughing, shaking her head at him.

—You’re impossible,— she teased, eyes sparkling.

Lola rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide a small smile. —Okay, now let me fix what you just messed up. Stand still, Ames.—

Amelie settled back as Lola expertly brushed and blended, muttering, —This is why I can’t have nice things.—

Lando moved to help Meredith unpack the takeout, spreading the food across the small table in the corner. Jared hovered to arrange some extra accessories nearby, and Evanie gave Amelie’s curls one last pinch before stepping back.

The team settled around the table, plates in hand, the buzz of chatter rising as everyone dug in. Lando and Amelie had ordered different dishes, but true to form, they shared both, stealing bites from each other’s plates.

Amelie’s laptop rested on the table, the opening credits of Friends playing softly as the group relaxed between bites.

The trailer was warm with conversation, laughter blending with the familiar “I’ll be there for you…” from the Friends theme as Amelie giggled with her mouth full of noodles, one leg curled beneath her on the couch. Lando sat beside her, their food containers balanced between them, his arm stretched lazily behind her shoulders.

—This one’s yours,— she said, nudging a dumpling toward him with her chopsticks.

—That one has chili oil all over it, that’s sabotage,— he accused, raising a brow, but taking it anyway. —You trying to ruin my stomach before your set so I have to watch it from a toilet? Rude.—

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice just enough so only he could hear. —You could watch it from the stage with me. That way, if I choke on a high note, at least you’ll be there to witness my downfall in 4K.—

Lando snorted. —You? Downfall? You could hum into the mic and they’d still scream like you cured disease.—

Before she could respond with something sarcastic, the trailer door opened again.

A gust of warm outside air swept in, followed by the unmistakable voice of her mother.

—Mi amor!—

Amelie’s eyes snapped up mid-bite just as her mom rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a tight, motherly hug. The chopsticks nearly flew from her hand.

—Mamá!— she choked, laughing with her mouth still partially full. —You scared me!—

—Look at you,— her mom cooed, pulling back just enough to cup her face. —You look stunning even half-done.—

Amelie flushed, caught between laughter and surprise as her mother fussed over her. Lola stepped aside with a knowing smile, giving them space, while Evanie discreetly adjusted a curl that had been squished by the sudden hug.

—Mamá, you weren’t supposed to be here until later,— Amelie said, voice fond as she stood up, robe swishing around her legs.

Her dad followed in behind, already clapping Lando on the back in a casual, friendly man-hug. —Lando! You surviving all this chaos?—

Lando stood quickly, straightening up with the instinct of someone greeting royalty. —Barely, Mr. Dayman, but I’m trying my best.—

—No need for the Mr., mijo. You’ve earned first-name basis by now.—

—Then you have to stop calling him mijo or he’s going to combust,— Amelie muttered to her mom, who laughed and waved her off.

Her dad grinned, then gestured to the takeout. —You feeding the whole army in here?—

—Technically Meredith is,— Amelie said, tossing her assistant a grateful smile. —But yes. Festival fuel.—

Her mom eyed the food, the half-done hair, and the robe. —And you’re still not dressed? Ay, Amelie...—

—We had a small... Lando delay,— Lola chimed in without looking up, carefully dabbing under Amelie’s eye with a small brush.

Lando lifted both hands in mock innocence. —Just a kiss! Barely even a real one!—

—You smudged her highlighter, dude,— Jared said from across the room, one brow raised. —You touched the canvas.—

—You’ll live,— Lando muttered dramatically, flopping back down onto the couch beside Amelie’s laptop. —I’m basically her emotional support animal at this point.—

—You’re more like a clingy housecat,— Amelie added, grabbing her drink with a grin and sipping through the straw.

—Still cute though,— he shot back, nudging her knee gently.

Her mom settled in beside Meredith, already opening a takeout box like she owned the place, while her dad leaned against the back wall, surveying the room like a general at peace. It felt... normal. Cozy, even.

Too normal.

That’s when Lando froze.

Amelie hadn’t told them.

He blinked slowly, chopsticks still in hand, as his brain quietly exploded. She hadn’t told them. About the apartment. About Monaco. About the cohabitation situation.

He looked sideways at her.

She was busy trying to fish a sesame noodle off her top.

He leaned in, lips barely moving. —Ames.—

—Hm?— she mumbled around her straw.

—You haven’t told them.—

Her eyes flicked up to him.

He gave her a pointed look. A do-you-want-me-to-die kind of look. A your-dad-just-called-me-mijo kind of look.

She blinked. Paused. Then shrugged.

—It hasn’t come up.—

—It’s literally now coming up. There’s a dumpling tray between us and your mother.—

—Shhh,— she hushed, smiling at her dad like nothing was happening. —Papá, can you pass me the soy sauce?—

Lando leaned back, lips parted in disbelief.

—You’re actually insane,— he whispered, handing her the soy sauce instead.

Amelie gave him a sweet smile. —I promise I’ll tell them. Just... not right now. I’m literally in a robe and I have one eyelash on.—

—You had weeks to tell them. You had the entire plane ride to tell them. You had after soundcheck to tell them. You had noodle time to tell them.—

She elbowed him lightly. —I said after the show. Dinner. Wine. Controlled setting. No brushes near my face.—

Lando looked like he wanted to combust. Instead, he stabbed a dumpling and muttered, —They’re gonna kill me. I’m gonna get murdered over spring rolls.—

Across the room, her dad was asking Meredith about the setlist, clearly unaware that his daughter had been living in sin (in his eyes, at least) with a Formula 1 driver in Monaco for weeks.

Lando was now very aware of every single decision he had ever made.

—What if your dad asks where you’re going after the festival?— he hissed, barely chewing.

—Then I say Monaco. No lies.—

—And if he asks why you’re going to Monaco?—

Amelie raised a brow. —Because I live there. With my boyfriend. Who he just hugged.—

Lando stared at her.

She calmly sipped from her drink, unbothered.

Jared caught their silent exchange and leaned over from his seat. —What’s happening? Why does Lando look like he just got a cease and desist from the Pope?—

Amelie didn’t even flinch. —He just remembered I haven’t told my parents I moved in with him.—

Evanie choked on his spring roll. Lola froze mid-swipe of blush.

—You haven’t what?— Jared nearly shrieked.

—Shut up!— Amelie whisper-yelled, waving them off. —You’re going to blow it.—

Lola crossed her arms. —Okay, but, respectfully, how do you forget to mention something like that to your parents? What do they think happens when you disappear for two weeks between shows? That you’re squatting in an Airbnb like a cryptid?—

—No, they just think I'm “visiting Lando,”— she replied, making air quotes. —Technically not a lie.—

Lando buried his face in his hands. —I’m not gonna survive this dinner.—

Amelie patted his knee affectionately. —You’ll be fine. I’ll soften the blow. Maybe wear something that makes you look extra innocent.—

—You’re weaponizing my wardrobe now?—

She grinned, biting into a spring roll. —Yes. This is war. But cute war.—

Her mom turned to them suddenly. —What are you two whispering about over there? You look like you’re plotting something.—

—Just trying to figure out if we have time to squeeze in a nap before the show,— Amelie said effortlessly, smiling wide. —I’m fading.—

Her dad nodded seriously. —Rest up. You’ve got a long night ahead. And after, we’ll all have dinner, sí? You can tell us about what comes next.—

Lando nearly choked.

Amelie just nodded. —Dinner sounds perfect.—

Her mom smiled warmly, completely oblivious. —We’ll bring wine. The nice kind.—

Lando looked at Amelie like she’d signed him up for trial by fire.

She only nudged him with her foot under the table, face completely serene.

Later that night, he would stand on the side of the stage with Meredith, watching Amelie command thousands like it was nothing, her curls bouncing under the lights, her voice soaring like it ruled the sky.

But for now?

He was just a boyfriend, trapped in a trailer, sitting two feet from his maybe-future-in-laws, and very, very aware that he was living in a country with no extradition treaty for what he was about to confess at dinner.

God help him.

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The hotel suite in Barcelona was golden with late evening light, warm and glowy through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The hum of post-show adrenaline was still in Amelie’s skin as she stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy towel and smelling like eucalyptus and hotel luxury.

From the bedroom came a distinct groan.

—You okay?— she called, already knowing the answer.

—No.—

She padded in barefoot, towel tucked around her chest. Lando was lying face-down on the bed like he’d been dramatically thrown there by fate itself. Shirtless. Socks mismatched. Hair a mess.

—Babe,— she said, amused. —We’re going to dinner, not the gallows.—

He rolled over with a tragic expression. —It’s the same thing if your dad murders me with a steak knife.—

—He’s not going to murder you.—

—You don’t know that.—

She fought back a laugh, climbing onto the bed beside him. —He literally hugged you this afternoon.—

—Yeah, because he thinks we live in separate zip codes and I’m a nice, platonic boy who brings you soup when you’re sick. Not a guy who’s been sleeping in your bed and stealing your oat milk.—

She leaned on her elbow, hair still damp, water beading on her collarbone. —Is that what you think makes him mad? The oat milk theft?—

—It’s the betrayal of trust, Amelie,— he said dramatically. —I lied to the man’s face.—

—You just didn’t clarify. There’s a difference.—

—No there’s not. My mother raised me better than this.—

—You also once lied to your mom about doing your own laundry for three years. So.—

Lando sat up, pointing a finger. —That’s different. That was survival.—

She reached over and gently fixed his chaotic curls with her fingers, combing them back into place.

—Lan. It’s dinner. With my parents. At a restaurant they picked. With a wine list. Not a courtroom.—

He flopped again. —You don’t get it. Your dad’s terrifying.—

—No he is not. He flosses after lunch and listens to Coldplay. You’ll live.—

—He also played rugby and has a scary voice when he gets serious. And he offered me a beer earlier like he was trying to size me up.—

Amelie burst out laughing. —You’re such a man-child.—

—Thank you, I think.—

She kissed his forehead. —Get dressed. You’re wearing the green shirt I packed for you.—

He looked at her, eyes wide. —The one with the little embroidery on the collar?—

—Yes,— she said, smugly. —The one that makes you look like someone’s golden retriever boyfriend who reads books in parks and respects women.—

—You’re dressing me like a decoy!— he accused, eyes narrowing.

—Exactly,— she grinned. —You’re going in there looking like a saint so that when I drop the Monaco bomb, they can’t kill you. They’ll be too busy thinking about how nice your collar is.—

Lando groaned and let his head fall back onto the pillows. —I’m gonna throw up. I’m actually gonna throw up. What if your mom cries? Or worse, what if she smiles sadly? That’s so much worse.—

—You’re spiraling,— Amelie said calmly, smoothing his hair with one hand and reaching for the TV remote with the other. —Here. I’m putting on Modern Family while you change so you can remind yourself what white suburban peace feels like.—

Lando mumbled something that sounded like “bury me” and forced himself upright, trudging toward the suitcase like a kid being sent to military school.

Amelie flopped back onto the bed with a content sigh, watching him struggle to find the shirt she’d neatly folded for him.

—Middle pouch,— she offered lazily.

—Why is your packing system better than mine?—

—Because I have a brain and don’t throw socks in with chargers and snacks.—

—Unnecessary personal attack but okay.—

He pulled the shirt out with exaggerated care, holding it up like it was a holy relic.

—If this shirt doesn’t save my life tonight, I want it buried with me.—

Amelie peeked up from the bed. —You’re being very dramatic for someone who called me “bratty” for not getting emotional during a Pixar short.—

—That dog had no one,— Lando said, deadly serious, slipping the shirt over his head.

Amelie’s laugh was instant, warm, and so fond it softened every edge of her. She watched him button the shirt wrong once, then fix it without help, still muttering about oat milk and steak knives.

When he finished, he turned to her with a nervous smile. —Do I look lovable?—

She nodded slowly, sitting up and reaching for him. —You look like a man I would absolutely lie to my parents about cohabitating with.—

He groaned again and buried his face in her neck. —Why are you like this?—

—Because you love me like this,— she whispered into his ear, arms wrapping around him as his shoulders finally dropped.

They stood like that for a beat, still damp hair and warm skin, a soft moment wrapped in terrycloth and nerves.

Then, her phone buzzed.

Meredith: Your mom says we’re leaving in 10. Wear flats. Your dad’s wearing actual leather shoes for once.

Amelie pulled back with a sigh. —Come on, man-child. Show time.—

Lando took a deep breath. —If I survive this dinner, I’m proposing with a juice box ring.—

—If you survive this dinner, I’ll let you pick the playlist on the way to Monaco.—

He beamed. —Even if I add Coldplay just to charm your dad?—

—Especially if you do that.—

And with that, she tugged him toward the door, hand in hand, leaving behind the fluffy hotel peace and stepping into the soft Barcelona night.

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ameliesvibes: Amelie stepping out for dinner in Barcelona tonight looking absolutely glowing in that effortless chic vibe 🔥✨ Rumor has it she was with Lando and her parents, but all eyes were on her solo moments captured — queen energy only 👑🍽️

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sunnysideup: ames looking like she just stepped out of a movie 🎬🔥 → redcarpetdreams: @sunnysideup icon energy only

gpfanatic99: not gonna lie, if i was lando i’d be starin’ at her all dinner too 👀❤️ → speedjunkie: @gpfanatic99 priorities fr

momof3: love seeing her shine on her own too, but yes, lanmelie is my fave 🥰

barcelonabeat: can someone confirm if lando was really there or nah? 👀 → amesvibes: @barcelonabeat ppl say yes but we got only ames pics… mysteryyyy

hatersgonnahate: overhyped couple, pls 🙄

sunshineglow: ames looks like she owns the whole city, lowkey queen moves 👑 → lanmelie4ever: @sunshineglow facts, she’s the vibe!!!

sunnyvibes: ames looking like she owns the whole city tonight 🔥 → lanmelliegang: @sunnyvibes literally the glow up is unreal

racequeen23: bet lando was lowkey sweating thinking about dinner with the parents 😂 → gpdrama: @racequeen23 he’s probably rehearsing compliments in the mirror rn lol

madridfanatic: if lando didn’t take a hundred pics, did it even happen? 😭

chillvibesonly: why she gotta look this good without even trying? queen behavior 👑 → amefan99: @chillvibesonly icon status confirmed

justafan45: imagine being that lucky to sit across from her at dinner lol → chaoticwags: @justafan45 lowkey me every night in my dreams

heatwave12: lando probably triple checking his outfit before dinner, classic 😭 → streamwatcher: @heatwave12 lmao the man’s nervous energy is peak boyfriend material

sainzslays: i KNOW she ordered for him at dinner she gives “i’ll have the wine list pls” energy → wagspy: @sainzslays and he just nods like “same for me”

softforlanmelie: parents dinner?? this is husband behavior idk what to tell u

tracksidebabe: someone said lando was nervous??? real

pitlaneprincess: ok but why do i feel like ames was like “don’t be weird” before walking in 😭 → blondesinatrolley: @pitlaneprincess she absolutely did then kissed his cheek and he melted

sundazeddd: lando’s roman empire is just her in that little black dress ordering tapas → cornermerchant: @sundazeddd his mind? GONE

thisshipfloats: lanmelie dinner era... we are NOT normal about this → user1965: @thisshipfloats we never were and we never will be 💅

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The restaurant smelled like garlic, rosemary, and something buttery sizzling over flame. There was a flicker of candlelight at every table and the occasional clink of a fork against a plate, the ambiance low and intimate and—most importantly—neutral territory. No one could get murdered over a tapas platter, right?

Amelie was two glasses of Rioja deep, cheeks pink from the wine and the warmth and the knowledge that Lando kept brushing her thigh under the table like he was grounding himself with every pass of his knuckles.

Her mother, Victoria, was enthusiastically telling a story about a hummingbird she’d seen that morning from their hotel balcony—her gestures graceful, her nails a coral pink that matched the gauzy scarf she wore.

Her dad, Elias, was nodding along, sipping a beer with his usual slow, deliberate movements. He hadn’t said much yet, but he didn’t need to. He was the kind of man whose silences held as much weight as his words. Lando hadn’t stopped fidgeting since the olives hit the table.

—So, Lando,— Victoria said, setting her glass down with a pleasant smile, —how’s the travel schedule coming along for the summer?—

—Busy,— he said, quick, polite. —Pretty much all over the place. We’re back-to-back in July. But we have a break coming up, and I’m really looking forward to it.—

Elias hummed. —Do you rest during those?—

—I try,— Lando said, and Amelie could feel the exact moment he started sweating under his collar. —But... uh, Amelie’s schedule’s usually worse than mine, so we kind of just…collapse in the same timezone and hope for the best.—

Her mother laughed. —Sounds about right.—

Amelie felt the flutter rise in her chest. Now or never. The timing was as good as it would ever be. Lando’s knee bumped hers again, like he could feel the mental storm brewing next to him.

She set her wineglass down. —Okay. So. Speaking of timezones.—

Lando froze.

Her parents both turned to her, attentive but unaware.

She straightened a little in her seat, brushed her hair back behind her ear, and tried to ignore the way Lando’s hand slid under the table and latched onto hers like an anchor.

—So,— she said again, more bravely. —I’ve been thinking a lot about…life logistics. Touring, filming, everything. And Lando and I have been trying to juggle everything as best we can. And... it’s worked. Surprisingly well, actually.—

Victoria tilted her head. Elias was unreadable.

Amelie took a breath.

—And we’ve talked about it, and I’ve thought about it, and I feel really good about this decision. Which is why I wanted to tell you guys now. In person. At dinner. With food around, so you can’t yell.—

Lando choked on air. Her mom blinked.

Amelie pushed forward. —I’m moving in with Lando. In Monaco.—

There was a long, dense pause. A kind of stunned silence that made Lando go very still beside her, like if he didn’t move, he might not be noticed.

—Oh,— her mom said softly, blinking again.

Elias’ face didn’t change, but his beer stopped midair.

Lando, under the table, whispered, —You actually did it. Oh my God.—

Amelie squeezed his hand so hard he let out a tiny squeak.

She turned her gaze to her parents, eyes wide, heart pounding. —I know it sounds fast, but it’s really not. We’ve been together for a while, and I’ve practically lived out of a suitcase in his apartment since February. It just makes sense now. We love each other. And we want to build something. Together.—

Victoria was the first to speak again. Her voice was calm, careful, but not cold. —That’s a big step, sweetheart.—

—It is,— Amelie agreed, shoulders squared, voice firm despite the flush in her cheeks. —But it doesn’t feel big. It feels… right. I’m not eighteen and running off to live with a boy who wears trucker hats ironically. I’ve thought this through. And we’ve made it work across oceans and cities and timezones. This just feels like the next chapter. A good one.—

Victoria looked at Elias. Elias looked at Victoria.

Lando looked like he wanted to melt into his chair and disappear forever.

Amelie could feel her heart doing pirouettes in her chest. She was suddenly hyperaware of how quiet the restaurant had become—or maybe that was just in her head. A nearby server clinked down a fresh basket of bread somewhere and Amelie thought, if my dad doesn’t say something in the next five seconds I’m going to become a puddle on this Spanish tile floor.

Finally, Elias cleared his throat. His voice was slow, deep, thoughtful. —Have you signed anything? A lease?—

Lando blinked, clearly not expecting that to be the first question.

Amelie shook her head. —No, not yet. We wanted to tell you before making it formal. But we’ve talked about it for months. He has the space. And… I’m happy there. It feels like home.—

That last part made Lando glance sideways at her, eyes soft and stunned.

Victoria’s lips twitched, like she was fighting between fifteen different emotions. She reached for her wine, took a slow sip, then said, —Well. I hope you at least make him clean out a drawer for your skincare.—

Amelie let out a breathless laugh. —He already has. And a full closet rail. And part of his fridge.—

—Part?— Victoria raised a brow.

—Okay, like… seventy-five percent,— Lando muttered, finally finding his voice. —She keeps putting tiny glass jars of weird pickled things in there and yelling at me when I knock them over.—

Elias exhaled a sound that might’ve been a chuckle. Might’ve.

—You’re the one who stores energy drinks like a feral college student,— Amelie shot back, nudging him.

—You’re the one who stores sea moss. I don’t even know what sea moss does.—

—It’s good for your skin and immune system.—

—So’s sunshine but you yell at me when I don’t wear SPF.—

—Because you’re English and fragile,— she replied.

Victoria held up a hand, laughing now. —Okay, okay. Domestic bliss confirmed.—

Amelie looked at her parents again, trying to read between the smiles. Her mother looked amused but thoughtful. Her father was chewing slowly, like he was digesting more than just the food.

And then he looked at Lando.

Not with menace, not with disappointment—just with that signature stillness that always meant he was choosing his words carefully.

—You’ll take care of her?— he asked simply.

Lando nodded immediately, jaw clenched like he’d been waiting for the moment to swear an oath. —Always. I promise.—

Elias looked at him for a beat longer, then turned back to his plate. —Good.—

Amelie blinked. —Wait. That’s it? No dramatic fatherly warning? No “she’s still my little girl” speech?—

—No,— Elias said plainly. —You’re not a little girl. And I trust you to know what you’re doing. Even if I don’t love the speed of it.—

Amelie softened. She reached for her dad’s hand across the table, squeezing it once.

Victoria sighed dramatically. —I was really hoping I could guilt you into staying closer to home by buying you new Le Creuset.—

—You can still do that,— Amelie offered sweetly. —I’ll take it with me.—

Her mom shook her head with a rueful smile. —You’re really doing this, huh?—

—I am.—

She leaned into Lando’s side, and his arm instinctively wrapped around her chair.

—Well,— Victoria said, raising her glass once more, —to terrifying choices and brave daughters.—

—And golden retriever boyfriends who respect women,— Amelie added, lifting hers too.

Lando flushed scarlet. —I do respect women.—

—We know, babe,— she whispered with a grin.

Elias clinked his glass against hers gently. —Just don’t forget to call home.—

Amelie smiled. —I won’t. I promise.—

They sipped. Lando exhaled a full-body breath of relief. And for the first time all night, he let himself laugh—really laugh, warm and wide—as Amelie laced their fingers under the table and leaned her head on his shoulder like she already belonged there.

Because she did.

And soon, officially, she would.

[barbwritesstuff]

Thicker Than - Full Moon Update

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Happy full moon everyone! I’m still just doing my thing, slowly but surely nudging this game towards the finish line. I know it’s taking forever, but I know I’ll get there in the end. I’m a completionist. It’s a blessing and a curse.

In terms of new stuff, I’ve added some new stuff to chapter 12, finished chapter 13, and added but not finished chapters 14 and 15. The players who get the most new content right now are players who want to talk to or kill the king and/or those who’ve romanced Nathan. However, there is some new connective tissue text that all players will see.

The demo has a few holes in it right now. I’ve been skipping over the romantic scenes so I can get a bigger, clearer picture of how the endgame is going to look and how it’s going to play out. Once that’s locked in, I think it’ll be easier to interweave the auxiliary stuff (which includes most of the kissing). In the meantime, I’m so excited to write these last three endings. I’m so close I can taste 'em.

Oh! And, before I forget, I haven’t had time to made new chapter titles (I made them way back when I started writing this game and only made up to chapter 13) so those headers aren’t going to look pretty yet, but hopefully that’s okay.

Update Details +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

As of the 13th of February 2025

Chapter 13 is finished

I've added Chapters 14 and 15 (both incomplete)

Additional Words: 18,929 (excluding commands)

Total Word Count: 497,962 (excluding commands)

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P.S.

If you want, you can become a member on Kofi to see my weekly progress for $5 AUD (which is like $3.13 USD) a month. Full disclose, I'm not writing very fast right now. I've got several projects I need to balance and also real life stuff (like earning a living) to worry about. However, I'm really trying to update every Friday and I'm very grateful for anyone who does contribute. Just that little bit of extra income at the end of the month has made what would've been some very stressful times last year manageable and I cannot thank you all enough.

Also included: random unscheduled blog posts.

P.S (squared)

I have a book coming out!

Spaceship vs Dracula. It's very silly, it's very strange. It's the thing that got me through 2022.

Also, because it's full moon here's a gif. Remember when I used to open all of these update posts with a random moon gif? Yeah. Me neither.

[carawenfiction]

The Shadow Society Remake: Chapter 2 Sneak Peeks

Hello everyone!

This is a little bit of a writing update and a little bit of a sneak peek update. I just posted a playable early access sneak peek of chapter 2 (which also contain the prologue and chapter 1, aka the entirety of the remake so far) on my Patreon for rebel-tier members.

When I first posted the demo, I counted it to be roughly around 35k words, code excluded. I haven't excluded code when counting lately since going through the files and copy-pasting each written section while leaving the code takes a bit of time to do. That being said, the Patreon alpha/beta build is currently around 70k words in total (prologue, chapter 1 and the beginning of chapter 2), mostly with code included.

The chapter 1 included in this early access sneak peek is the old version that was available before I privated it in order to work on it more; once I've made the changes I want, I'll add it to the alpha build and hope to have it publicly available again either now in June or July.

I wanted to post some screenshots here and show you what I've been working on :) <3 the genders of the characters were selected at random.

Please keep in mind that the content and writing shown in these screenshots are part of a WIP and will most likely be updated, edited further and/or change down the line.

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 19/July/2024

Some really fun scenes to write this week!

One of them being a major villain POV, which I just had a blast with, hehe! :D

As I was writing, I wanted to make sure this villain’s main strength was obvious, and how much it contrasts with some of vampires, who definitely don’t have this strength. *cough*A, N, and M*cough*

Adaptability.

Having someone who can adapt and react to situations, especially ones they are SO unfamiliar with, incredibly fast is a surprisingly strong—and terrifying—trait for this villain and something a bit different! But they really do it very well :D

I also got started on the scenes for the different Units, and the MC gets to interact with a different Commanding Agent of the three available depending on which one gets rolled up in the random selection for that scene.

Writing the different ways those characters approach those moments—all different but with the view of a leader—definitely shows why they were picked from their teams to be the ones in charge! It was great fun writing the choice sets for the MC and working out how these characters would respond to that, especially some of the more intense choices!

I also FINALLY made the very last decision on the new stats that are going in that relate to your character’s new role as an Agent! It’s taken a looong time as well as a lot of reworking, but I’m finally happy with them and think they will have impact needed. Stats aren’t really my thing, so I wanted a selection that would actually add and enhance the choices and variations rather than just simply adding in things to add points.

Also got those coded in, as we’re coming up to the section where you start really pushing forward on those! The stats your character has gathered so far will still play into narrative, it’s just these will help add a different element for the more Agency-focused career your character is now a part of!

So yeah, a seriously fun week of really getting to some awesomely fun scenes with characters I can’t wait for you to interact with and meet, hehe! :D

It looks like we’re still on schedule for the late July/early August release of Chapter Two in the demo! Will keep you updated on how that is going too as I get comments/edits back.

Hope you all have the most amazing weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week! <3

[milorealcat]

wilbur soot as your boyfriend ♡

pairing: wilbur x gn!reader

summary: wilbur loves you a whole lot:)

length: relatively short (362 words)

-> constantly sending you cute photos when you‘re not with him, especially on tour. most random shit ever like it could legit be a cool looking rock

-> hand holding 24/7 😭

-> obsessed with making you homemade stuff for valentines and anniversaries, he saw paper roses made out of book pages on pinterest and went down a rabbit hole from there

-> he‘d heavily lean into the idea of promise rings

-> physical touch & acts of service!!! i will die on this hill

-> would match outfits with you on accident… totally

-> absolutely infatuated with you; literally can’t stop staring at you, even when you call him out on it

-> if you even glance at something in a shop, he‘ll whip out his wallet immediately

-> he‘s a big spoon imo but he doesn’t really care as long as he gets to cuddle with you, he would die a happy man snuggled up next to you

-> internally squeals whenever he sees your username pop up in chat. his voice softens a little and he tries to act cooler (it fails)

-> is still so nervous around your family enough though they all love him to bits and basically consider him your husband already

-> speaking of chat, they get a lovely half an hour long explanation of something funny you did just about every stream

-> always puts his hand on your lower back to lead you through places, regardless of if you’re built like a tank or not

-> play a demo versions of all of his songs to you, your opinion means the world to him

-> LOVESSS getting face kisses, makes him go all red and flustered which is a bonus

-> would be the kinda person to talk during a movie, fucking analysing it as it plays

• "oh my GOD!!!! her GIRLFRIEND just drowned!!!"

• "wil… you know i‘m watching the movie too right?"

-> calls you ”darling“, ”sweetheart“ and ”love“ mostly, with an occasional ”baby“ slipped in there

-> will rant about you for hours unapologetically

-> has a framed picture of you two on his desk, as a form of emotional support

first actual piece of writing posted on here 😭😭😭 praying

[hellfiresky]

That cursed Kaminoan sex ed

The downtime between missions was always a drag. Delta Squad spent their time lounging in their barracks, doing whatever they could to rest, and fill in the mind-numbing hours. Scorch, naturally, was never content to let a dull moment fester.

“Oi, vode,” Scorch, sprawled across his bunk wearing his ill-fitting red cadet fatigue as his top and full armour from his waist down, piped up. “You lads remember that kriffing awkward repro health module from Kamino? What class was that? Sentient Bio 101 or some dwang?”

“Sentient Reproduction and Biological Sustainability Efforts. Worst hour of my life. Long-necks droned through it as if it was some kind of sick droid sex.” Hunching over his datapad, and slicing through some random codes he picked up from their previous op, Fixer didn’t even look up.

“Ah, yeah, that’s the one!” Scorch’s grin was delightful. He yanked his own datapad from his pack, fingers excitedly tapping across the screen. “Guess what, vode? I still have it.”

“You kriffing didn’t,” Fixer finally looked up, his face was a perfect combo of disgust and resignation. “That thing’s foul. Why would you keep that?”

“Mmm why not?” Scorch hummed, scrolling his datapad to no end. “Oh, here we go! Jackpot!” The bleached blond haired RC stood up, and walked towards the broken holotable that was coated in dust in the middle of the room. “Ahem. As his anatomical conduit—”

“His dick,” Fixer cut in, deadpan, still typing binary codes at his datapad.

“—enters the designated receptive structure,” Scorch continued, voice shaking with barely contained laughter.

“Pussy,” Fixer chimed again.

“Scorch is,” Sev coughed from the corner. He pushed himself to focus on the array of weapons in front of him - clearly trying to stay out of this but failing miserably.

“—a critical phase of sentient synchronisation is initiated,” Scorch plowed on, finger jabbing the air.

“He’s pounding,” Fixer supplied with another non-lab grown definition of the act.

“Ugh, find a better word, you di’kut,” Sev lobbed a rolled-up towel at Fixer’s head. It missed and thwacked Scorch’s shin instead, but the demo expert didn’t flinch. “—This interaction, facilitated by coordinated muscular responses, creates a platform for genetic exchange within a controlled environment,” Scorch kept going.

“That’s literally just a corpo way of saying ‘he’s mounting it in,’” Fixer groaned, finally tossing his datapad aside to entertain his brother. “Who writes this stuff? Droids?”

“Really, vod? Mounting it in?” Sev snorted. “You’ve never gotten laid, have you? Kriffing mounting. What are you - describing two banthas fucking?”

Scorch, ignoring his brothers’ continued bickering, powered through to the end of the passage. “—The interaction typically resolves in a peak state of high-intensity release of all tensions!”

“They come,” Fixer said as a matter-of-factly.

“Yep. Both finally blow the hatch, game over,” Sev groaned.

The scattered laughter that followed was broken by the thud of a datapad hitting the floor. Boss, who’d been quietly suffering in his little corner by the window, finally snapped. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT YOU LOT?!” he shouted. “I’m trying to finish our report - cause NONE of you did it, and you’re over there reading Kamino’s sex ed instead of helping me?!”

“Maybe you should get your anatomical condui—“

“SHUT UP 62!”

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There you go @orangez3st!

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BLU team! This is what I was doing instead of writing my fanfic… making designs for it…

Individual images + Yapping about them under the cut!

I made Spy first… Originally they were going to be a nebulous, odd character with little to no information, but I’ve gotten attached to the idea of BLU Spy’s head being in RED Medic’s fridge…

She’s a trans girl whos deep in the closet and in fact ignores her identity and lives her life as an Italian man. It’s the 60’s and BLU Medic is scary, can you blame her? She’s maybe 45-50, and I decided to not make her related to Scout.

BLU Medic <3

A willingly mute Swiss man with the only goal of kill REDs and heal BLUs. Everyone thinks he’s creepy and it’s true. He’s just as crazy as Canon/RED medic!!

40s-50s, no romantic interest in any team members,…. Etc etc

All I wanted as a slightly visible old man with the aura of Bobby Liebling from Pentagram. He also has a little inspiration from one of Pyro’s beta designs :3

HES supposed to look old but is actually just like 51, but being around fire for so long wrinkled the shit out of his skin (wear sunscreen kids)

I love polish people, I love masculine women, I love large women. Alena is what came out of „Heavy but girl…”

early 40s and she’s very friendly. She’s literally just heavy but she/her polish. And lesbian for BLU soldier

When I passed through New Jersey a couple years ago I had a dream of this Korean guy who like… really wanted to race and have a boxing match. That’s how I came up with this guy.

He’s maybe young 30s

Thought about her a lot. She’s a less insane/non-lead poisoned version of Soldier and I’m very happy with her. She’s heavy’s gf and they have daily fighting matches for fun!!

She’s maybe mid-30s, she probably sounds something like Temple Grandin from the show they made about her…

Partially inspired by Demo’s ‚new’ version of the TF Classic design. He’s very paranoid but serious as well. Maybe a little too serious. (I totally drew the wrong symbol on his arm pls ignore)

He’s a FAGGOT!!! Around 37 or so, always smoking and will flip up the glass on his helmet for emphasis. He is also 100% in love with the Engie

Like 4-5 years ago I had this Turkish friend who had this energy, so I took some inspiration from her!

Super pessimistic but overall just chill and ignores people.

Last but not least! Someone’s random dad from Detroit who pisses in beer bottles after drinking the beer!!!!