#discord snippets from me

[digidrakncreature]

context: talking about "psychological/mundane vs spiritual/metaphysical" therians/otherkin stuff

the funny thing is if I actually explained my current theory of the origin of my 'types it'd be "I decided I wanted to be" which is a 'mundane' reason but I believe I'd partially decided that before this life xD

[stygiansauce]

🦃 morning / afternoon / evening!

Scarian is the classic <3 ive only written them once for a friend and it took me… months… got stuck on one scene and avoided it for ages (and then got into taurtis x grian but that’s another story)

Cub and Scar being brotherly and inseparable is soo <3333 everything to me. Have you read “closer to another shore”? Oh my god. Changed my life. And scar and Cub within that book… absolute peak. Devoured it twice over and once more on top of that. Very much recommend if you want to tear your own heart out and crush grian like a bug!

ooo! I'll have to give that one a lookie!

I have this whole scale AU for Scarian that I'll write one day. it's bound to be my hardst work yet (yeah including the historial research and mapping nightmare that is Dealing Despair), because Splinter is one of those fics you have to plan every single scene out to make it all come together in the end.

My goal with Splinter) whenever I get around to writing it, it is to have like a fraction of coolness Birrdie's as above, so below has?? It's still one of my favorite fics of all time and I strive to write an AU like that one day. Splinter isnt the same thing? it's like a past life kind of thing, but the part im trying to emulate from aasb is the "oh something is happening here...I am scared of it" vibe.

Eitherway, if you want a good Grian fic (with some Scarian) THATS the fic. This is the fic I give to all my friends new to the fandom/to fanfiction. I shove aasb and Dirges in the Dark at them because those are the two fanfics I want on my shelf YESTERDAY. Like physical copies. (I am working on that actually....)

OKAY I'VE YAPPED ENOUGH! Time to clock in for the writing shift today <3

[rayjayoo]

if i had a nickel for everytime i got deeply invested into a musical to the point im thinking about it 24/7 id have 2 nickels

[gay-for-the-snz]

Coffee Stand Contagion (F, cold, NSFW)

This was definitely supposed to be sfw and then it very much did not go that way lol, I let my dick take the wheel on this one. Elliott is there briefly, but not really for the sex part. 7.1k

CW for contagion fic (apathetic rather than malicious or accidental), phone sex, some mild d/s dyanamics, humiliation. Implied F/F but it isn't actually pictured

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Her alarm is blaring from the floor somewhere near her bed when she cracks open an eye blearily. It's Monday. She has to get up for work. Fuck.

She groans and half smothers herself in shoving the pillow over her face to throw a fucking fit and block out the noise, the groan rising into a sharp whine at how absolutely unfair it is that she has to do her job if she wants to get paid for it. They should pay her to lay in bed instead. She finally flings the pillow towards the corner of the wall and rolls over to shut her phone up.

She rubs a knuckle under her nose, grimacing at the faintly itchy feeling lingering there. It isn't terribly uncommon to be itchy, but she knows better than to be lulled into a false sense of security. This is a cold, she knows it is. More than that, this is Elliott's cold. She sniffs, dry-ish for now, but she's under no illusion that it will stay that way.

Shuffling towards the bathroom, she almost trips over the pile of dirty laundry that's strewn across the floor, and kicks a pair of shorts along with her as she wanders in. She's leaned against the sink when she makes eye contact with her reflection. Eh. Good enough. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail that mostly contains the wild curls into something manageable, and tugs some clothes on, before she makes the true breakfast of the French--black coffee and a cigarette--and is out the door.

It isn't a terribly long walk to the bus stop by her apartment, but it's long enough to regret not bringing a coat. It's supposed to be hot today, but it definitely fucking isn't right now, still cool enough she can feel the goosebumps across her arms and legs from the chill. She sniffs again, more liquidy this time, and flicks the ash off her cigarette before scrubbing hard again at her nose. This shift is gonna suck. More than that, she's definitely not going to be making as much in tips as she should, if everyone that pulls up finds her sorry ass sniffly and sick.

So she won't be. It's been warm enough that spring is starting to hit, and it's close enough to allergy season that she won't be the only one sniffling at the window. What are they gonna do, prick her skin right there to test it? She thinks not.

She's just finishing up her cigarette when the bus pulls up, and she crushes the remainder under the heel of stupid OSHA compliant non slip sneakers, and takes her usual seat. The air doesn't typically bother her--in fact, that's why she chose this spot initially, it's got the best vents in the summertime--but right now it just feels cold and irritating on her.

She scrubs at her nose again, and feels that spark of an itch in the back of her nose that threatens to come to fruition. It rarely does. She ignores it, letting it tease at her with as much of a stone faced resolve as she can manage, except to wrinkle her nose hard and give a harsh sniff. She gasps for it, and like usual, it fizzles out into nothingness after a second of anticipation. If she were home right now, she might have tried to coax it out, but she doesn't exactly have access to anything she might use, nor the desire to be watched by the bus driver in the rear view. She catches his eye and sticks her tongue out petulantly.

He says something on her way out that sounds like it might be "feel better" and she scoffs as she exits at her stop. "Right. See you in the morning."

She doesn't make much of a fuss on the way in to actually start opening, checking her phone with a frown at the fact that it's not yet even five, but she's still running a couple minutes behind already. Whatever. It's not like anybody's ever actually waiting for her anyway, she spends the first half hour they're open--at least--standing around getting paid to watch videos on her phone and hang around looking cute.

And, just like she predicted, by the time she finishes her opening duties there still isn't a soul in sight. She's leaned against the counter, tucking a handful of napkins into the pocket on her apron, when she feels that tickle rear its head again. She leans into it, closing her eyes and focusing on the feeling of it, willing it to actually become a sneeze this time. "Oh, this is fucking ridiculous."

She's not letting it go this easily. She grabs one of the napkins and twists it into a point, and focuses solely on the feeling it creates when she pokes the tip into one nostril and carefully shifts, poking around for that elusive spot that will give her nose no choice but to behave for once. She has to resist the urge to jerk away from it when she knows she's gotten close, parting her lips with a soft gasp, and then a harsher one as she continues to irritate nasal walls. "Hh...HH--! 'chu!"

Oh, thank christ. She sneezes uncovered, not bothering to even attempt to catch it. She's too busy here to focus on anything else. And, really, it's not like anyone's here anyway, or that there was really anything particularly wet about it that would require covering. She wrinkles her nose with a sharp sniff, and decides there's still a faint enough tickle that she can work with it.

She's working on the other side when she hears a car pull up, and has to abandon her efforts halfway through. Ugh. Annoying. She steps back into view of the windows, and rests her chin in her hands as she leans out to chat. "Morning. Do you know what I can get you?"

Evidently, he doesn't understand the arcane and difficult concept of "knowing what you want before you get to the window", and takes his sweet time reading over the menu. This is a coffee stand, a shitty one on a spit of land that's little more than a pair of driveways to surround it, and a shed, it isn't like there's a ton of options. He finally selects a smoothie, and she has to bite back the grimace, because they're such a pain in the ass that she doesn't wanna do it.

She throws the ice and mix into the blender, and lets it do its thing. Which gives her just enough time to see about picking up where she left off earlier, the tickle still present and dissatisfied with her cut off efforts. She pointedly ignores the customer on the other side of the wall, window shut against him to keep the chill out, and, in this case, the sound in, his cup in her free hand as she redoubles her attention to her itching nose. She halfway smiles through it when her breath snags, and--

"Hih--! 'CHu!" She swipes a knuckle under her nose, blushing freckled skin a light pink from the attention, and smiles with satisfaction. That's better, definitely. If her body won't give her the satisfaction that she deserves, then she'll just give it to herself. No need to stand around itchy and miserable if she's got the option not to. She does make note, as she pours his drink into his cup and slides it into a sleeve, that that was easier than it usually is. That's not a terrible thing, of course, and she definitely isn't going to complain about it. If it makes her job easier, then that's fantastic.

"Hey, you have a great day. Enjoy the sun when it's up." She smiles brilliantly until he's pulled off, and lets it drop instantly with a muttered "what a bitch" beneath her breath at the empty tip cup.

Perhaps it's a blessing that it's a particularly slow morning, because by the time they get into the afternoon for shift change, they'll be absolutely slammed and she'll miss the quiet she's currently mired in. She can only scroll her phone for so long before it starts to get kind of boring, and the stupid games she downloaded aren't really cutting it either. She's almost glad when someone pulls up and orders some sickly sweet concoction with one of the billion not-milks that they carry (what the fuck is hemp milk and why do people ask for it enough her boss decided they should actually stock it as an option?)

She can feel that faint, prickling irritation deep in one of her nostrils, begging for her to do something about it while she pulls a shot and rubs hard at the side of her nose, as if she could possibly reach through enough to soothe the irritation that way. She sniffs sharply--and realizes she's somehow hit the ticket when it makes her breath hitch just as sharply. "Hh--! 'CHuu! 'Tchu!"

She blinks in surprise, feeling the fine mist settle across her skin. Wow. Not only did she sneeze without some kind of personal intervention, rare in and of itself, it was twice? She gently pinches at her nose, and makes a sound of disgust at the wetness that greets her, swiping a hand over her shorts to wipe it away. "Do you--snf!--have a free card you wanna use?"

'Not this morning. And bless you! Allergies?"

She smiles ruefully, gesturing to the trees that stand outside the shop. "Spring came too early, I wasn't ready for it." Their fingers brush as she hands them their change, and she can feel a trace of the moisture brush off on their skin in the exchange.

It's nice that she doesn't even have to be the one to suggest it. There are enough people around right now, red nosed and dripping, to blend right in with the rest. And really, it's not like it's bad. She's gotta make tips somehow, and she doesn't need anyone finding some excuse to be extra chintzy. It's a little sniffle, maybe a little ticklish, and that's it. Elliott wore it worse than this, but doesn't he always? The world's mildest cold crosses into their post code and he's on death's door with it. She considers herself lucky to avoid most of what he brings 'round, and that whatever she can't dodge is pretty mild.

She grabs a napkin or two and blows her nose to get rid of the residual moisture, and then crumples them into her pocket to throw away later. She checks herself in the camera of her phone, and can't deny she is starting to look a little allergy-ish. Her nose is a soft pink at the tip and down into her nostrils, the whole of it starting to look a little damp and irritated. She sniffs again, and wipes her wrist beneath nostrils that are already starting to get a bit wet again, and groans. She's still got seven more hours of this shit.

It isn't exactly torturous, she more or less settles into a routine with it, and just as she predicted, as soon as it starts to warm up, people start piling in from both directions. Occasionally she has to duck back away from the windows to sneeze, and she's always met with sympathetic tuts and well wishes to maybe pick something up on her way home to try and get ahead of the worst of the rest of the pollen this season. They're all none the wiser for it, and she certainly isn't going to correct them anytime soon. Besides, they don't sound like she's sick, all pitchy and girlish in a way that absolutely grates on her nerves.

It's embarrassing, the high pitched gasps and the soft, kittenish releases, clashing so wholly with the rest of her that it pisses her off to think about, but it does at least play to her advantage with this. He would never be able to get away with this--even when it is allergies, he's so drippy and desperate and contagious sounding that it has people clearing the seats around him at tables or on the bus just to avoid breathing the same air. With her, it's just, y'know, poor Florence! Poor, cute Florence!

It's more of a pain than anything else that she seems to be constantly verging on a sneeze. It isn't terribly unusual for a cold, she often spends most of one itchy and unsatisfied, but this one is making its presence known by the fact that it *doesn't* require much nudging along to actually get her to sneeze. Not that she's complaining, of course, this is probably the best cold she's ever had for that simple fact alone, but it does make it a little inconvenient that she lacks that element of control over the whole thing. It isn't purely on her schedule anymore, they creep up on her when *they* decide, not because she's got the point of a tissue prodding at the back of pink, twitchy nostrils to move things along.

She definitely misses a couple tips because ill timing, literally, has her spraying the counter at the window, only partially covered by splayed fingers that don't quite make it up fast enough to do anything terribly effective. Whether they think it's allergies or not, people aren't exactly *thrilled* to be sneezed on by their barista. She's mostly good about it, though, getting a hand up fast enough to mostly contain things. It's weird to try and get back in the practice of. Usually she doesn't bother even attempting, because so rarely does a tickle actually become a sneeze without her taking matters into her own hands and forcing it to be, it isn't worth looking like a clown to prep for something she knows isn't coming.

She shoots Elliott a text to tell him that the instant he's off work and has the kid squared away, his ass OWES HER some soup and an apology for doing this to her--and that he'd better not breathe a word of this to anyone, or she'll make sure they all know *exactly* who to thank for putting her in this situation in the first place. He doesn't respond for awhile, but she doesn't see it when he does, too busy actually doing her stupid job for once to have any opportunity to be paying much attention to her phone. He sends some rambling, apologetic, emoji filled thing telling her how truly sorry he is, how he really didn't mean to, yadda yadda. The part she actually cares about is a promise to bring over chicken noodle from that deli she likes across town, well out of her way on a trip home on the bus, and that if she can hang out long enough he can also pick her up. She doesn't accept the latter part of the offer--she doesn't need or want a ride from him, it'll mean just having to listen to him talk the whole time, and *that* just means listening to him *apologize* the whole time, and that sounds obnoxious to have to sit through. She'll just take the soup, let him grovel for a few minutes, and then send him home.

It isn't until she's getting into the home stretch that things go from *satisfying* when she sneezes to decidedly irritating. They don't seem to be putting as much of a dent into the itch anymore, requiring a second one most times to achieve the effect that one was having this morning, and she's definitely starting to notice that she's looking less *allergic* and more *contagious.* Nobody's questioning her on it directly, but they do seem to be a bit more skeptical of her claims of allergies. How annoying. The supply of napkins in her apron pocket has already been replenished a couple times, her shorts pocket and the trash under the counter starting to get more full with the byproducts of a cold than she would like. She does wash up once or twice after a couple sneezes caught into palms, but for the most part, she doesn't really bother with it. She's busy, and it's not a huge deal anyway. She scrubs at nostrils that are now much more red than pink, hearing the distinctive click of wet congestion shifting from the action. Eww.

Whatever. She'll survive this thing, and then she'll go home, and then she can eat soup and then, like, sleep or something. It's a fucking stupid day anyway, she's ready for it to be over. She'll just figure it out.

She just barely gets a hand up in time to catch a harsh, wet "hH'TSCHu!" into her palm, which she ends up using just a second later to press a lid flat onto the drink she's making. She's just gotta survive another half hour until shift change, and then she's home free. She blows her nose, then scrubs at it furiously, before she's satisfied enough to fix on a bright smile and lean out the window to hand them their coffee. They don't seem happy, but neither is she, so she guesses they can BOTH just be fucking miserable. At least one of them gets to leave now, so she doesn't know why they're so irritable. She should be the one that's upset, she'll still be stuck here.

The traffic has finally lulled, like it always does around this time, which gives her the opportunity to finally tend to herself and do something about this god awful tickle that just won't leave her alone. The napkins are struggling not to immediately get limp and shitty as soon as she starts, but she's more determined to do this than her nose is to run, and she's going to force it if it kills her.

Her lashes flutter, chest heaving with a series of pitchy hitches, before she snaps forward with a rough "GSCHyu!" that betrays the congestion that's starting to truly settle in. It's a good start, but she's far from satisfied, and she's not willing to let herself off the hook so easily. She doesn't let herself stop, not yet, and renews her efforts to actually do something about this stupid cold--sorry, "allergies". She takes a shaky gasp, knowing that she's found the exact right spot when it makes her feel like her nose is full of feathers.

She lets herself practically moan through the build up. "hG'GSHHYuu! 'sCHYue!" Oh, god, thank fuck. She rarely actually ends up with a double, but especially one that seems to really satisfy the itch for the time being. She sniffles wetly, and scrubs hard at her dripping nose, and has just finished swiping a hand along her shorts when she sees her coworker's car pull into the driveway.

When he walks in, he visibly cringes. "Dude, you look like shit."

"It's a wonder your dumbass is single, you really know how to charm a lady." She rolls her eyes, grabbing another handful of napkins and shoving them into her pocket. "It's allergies."

"Okay, so, that's a lie. Please at least tell me that you were being careful?"

She's busy pinching at the tip of her nose, missing the septum piercing she can't wear at work because it's "unacceptable" to be pierced here. "How about you hop off my dick?"

"Whatever. I'm not saying shit to anyone, least of all the owners, but you're on your own to defend yourself if anyone calls to complain."

"I wouldn't want you to defend me anyway. I'm going home, don't call me or I'll sneeze into your fucking mouth." She grabs her drink off the counter and shoulders open the door.

The bus isn't here yet, and she doesn't think it'll be here for awhile yet. It takes its sweet time usually, but at least now it's warm. She could be forgiven for thinking it really was allergies, even if it isn't, with how bright and warm and blooming everything is right now. Trees are exploding into flowers, the ones that have poked up through the dirt and mulch and sidewalk cracks are colorful and fragrant, and people have already started mowing the scraggly grass that's poked up because, and she's fairly certain she can contact a psych about this to get it verified, every middle aged man on earth sees the sun is out and his grass is a hair's breadth above the minimum threshold that the blades will catch it, and he has to mow it or he'll die.

She scratches a nail along one of her nostrils, and immediately regrets it a little when instead of helping any, it just makes her even more stupidly itchy. God damnit. She rubs hard at her nose to try and soothe it, but it's not cutting it, and instead she pulls her hand away to avoid catching herself with the spray. "hG'GSHyu!" Ugh, fuck. Someone walking by calls a blessing, which means they probably didn't see that it was uncovered, since most people feel entitled to tell her what to do with her body.

When she gets home, she's doing something about this, uninterrupted, and nobody is gonna stop her. Clearly, if the point of sneezing is to get rid of what's in her, she's just gonna get rid of it all at once. She's just ready to be done with this whole thing. Usually she's glad to be sneezing, but this is just too irritating to really be enjoyable. It isn't so much that she doesn't enjoy the sneezing itself, it's satisfying and she's glad to be having it instead of being teased like usual, but this is clearly an Elliott type of cold, because she keeps feeling like she has to, even after she has. He owes her big time for this.

Maybe she'll text Rhoda when she gets home...some little note that she's dealing with a cold and expects somebody to come take care of her when she gets off work.

The bus finally crawls into view, and she's never been more glad to see that horrible little goblin of a woman driving it, even if they aren't exactly on good terms. She hauls herself to her feet and creeps up to the edge of the sidewalk, leaning against the lightpost as it chugs towards her.

...and keeps on going.

"HEY. HEY!" If she didn't fear getting arrested, she'd be throwing rocks by now, sprinting after it as fast as she can, but she is not built to outpace a vehicle. For something that always seems to go at half the speed limit, it's sure making good speed now. "YOU STUPID BITCH! I'LL SUCK YOUR EYEBALLS OUT OF YOUR SKULL!"

GOD. FINE. This is so stupid. She can't fucking believe that this is happening to HER of all people. She has never done anything wrong in her life, she doesn't deserve this. She pulls her phone out and dials Elliott's number.

"Hello?"

"The fucking bus passed me again, and I'm not walking along a highway to go home. When do you get off?"

"Oh no! I'm sorry, that sucks! Uh, I don't get off for another hour, and then I've gotta get Warren from school, but, like, I can be over to try and get you from there if you can wait?"

"I can't."

"Oh. I didn't, uh--it wasn't really a question-?"

"She can take the school bus. Unlike one of us, it won't pass her by."

She can practically hear the frown in his voice. "I'm really sorry, but I--I can't? But I can leave here a couple minutes early to take you home, and then I can get her and take her home, and then come back over for you? I know you were asking for, uh, some soup and stuff, and I can grab that for you. I just really can't leave her there, or ask her to try and catch the bus to be by herself."

"Ugh. Fine, whatever. Just disappoint me again, sure." She inspects her nails. She'll have to cut them if she and Rhoda are actually going to see eachother tonight.

"Please don't be upset, this is the best I can do. I'll see you in like forty-five minutes, okay? I've really gotta get back to work now or I'll get in trouble."

She doesn't respond, just hangs up on him and moves on with this. She doesn't wanna hear his excuses. She slumps back down onto the bench and scowls at all of the buses that aren't hers as they merrily drive right on by along their routes. She's gonna have to call the Department of Transportation and lodge a complaint. Again. Actually, better yet, she'll have to make somebody else do it so they take it seriously. Maybe Rhoda, she's affluent. Well, but also she's Indian, and a woman, so maybe another immigrant lady isn't the best choice. Maybe she'll have to get a guy to do it.

She blows her nose into a couple of the napkins in her pocket, and idly scrolls TikTok while she's waiting for Elliott's ugly little Subaru to appear on the horizon and deign to grace her with its presence. If he doesn't show up soon, she's going to have to ream his ass for making her wait so long.

He cruises into view with all the haste of a grandma, windows down and blasting some weird music that she's come to recognize as, apparently, a staple of his youth. Apparently, fiddles are highly prized wherever he grew up in the fucking boonies. She doesn't hate the instrument itself, just whatever it is they're doing with it in whatever he's listening to all the time.

"Florence!" He waves as he pulls up, as if she wouldn't see him coming from a mile away, and leans across the car so he can unlock the door and let her in. "I came as quick as I could, I got caught a little at the end and couldn't make it out the door quite as soon as I was hoping."

She slumps into the front seat beside him, crossing her arms over her chest and shivering a little despite the heat. She sniffles and turns the vents away from herself. "Whatever."

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Do I look like I'm feeling alright?"

"Er, no. I just, uh--I'm sorry you're not feeling well." He fiddles with the stick shift idly while they're sitting there, and finally looks towards her. "Do you--"

"'hGSSHHuhh!" She sneezes openly, and he recoils as the spray hits him squarely. She wrinkles her nose, and swipes a knuckle underneath rosy nostrils.

He sits there in stunned silence for a second. "B-bless you?"

"Don't look so miserable, it's your fault I'm like this." She leans back into her seat more comfortably, curling up in it. "Drive."

She sees him wipe the spray off his arm and cheek with a napkin out of the center console. "I hate to disagree with you--"

"Then don't."

"Er...I didn't, uh, get you sick?"

She looks over at him with disgust. "Don't lie to me, you were absolutely sick as dog when I saw you last week."

"I wasn't. It--I don't know if you've really noticed, but it's, uhm, allergy season early this year. The last time I was sick was weeks ago." He's tense beside her, like a frightened little animal. It's kind of pathetic.

"Sure, the same as this is allergies." She slides the seat back, the chill from a few minutes ago deciding to be sweaty heat instead, and kicks her feet up on his dash. "It's not very Christian of you to lie."

"I'm not, I swear! This would be a really silly thing to lie about, you know that I never have any problem owning up to it when something is my fault!"

"Do I know that? Because you are the world's most sickly little man, and last week you were sneezing like they were paying you for it, and this week I am sick and miserable. You APOLOGIZED to me earlier for it!"

"Because you weren't well, not because I put you into this state!"

"You're giving me a headache, just be quiet." God, he's annoying. If she didn't have a good reason to still know him, she absolutely wouldn't. It's a miracle she's tolerated him as long as she has.

"You know, one of these days I-I'm going to get tired of how unfair you are to me. I'm helping you here, and you're treating me like dirt!"

"I'm not, but if I was, what are you gonna do about it?"

"...keep driving."

"That's what I thought. I'll forgive you for your attitude this time, but don't let it happen again."

He really should be grateful that she's feeling so magnanimous right now, because it's definitely never been considered one of her highest quirks. He drives in relative silence, save for occasionally muttering something to the cars around them about giving him more space, and that he's already going a smidge over the speed limit, that they ought to just climb right on into his backseat if they want to be so close on his bumper. She ignores him, for the most part.

"Hh...hH--! 'GZHyu!" She turns away from herself--eww, no way is she gonna sneeze on her own legs, she's looking absolutely great today--and towards Elliott, because, really, he deserves it. He owes her whatever comfort it is that he can offer, and if that means bearing the brunt of this cold while she's in his car, then so be it. It's not like she's really concerned about him catching it anyway. He gave it to her, and even if he's somehow telling the truth and he didn't, he's bound to catch something in a second anyway.

"Bless you."

"What," she sniffs, "leaving God out of this one?"

He bristles a bit, but acquiesces. "God bless you. Do you also want a gezondheid for good measure?"

"I do." She takes some of his napkins, not wanting to waste her own supply, and blows her nose, and fuck, it's so much more productive than she really expected. She grabs a couple more for damage control with an involuntary "eww". "How do you survive being like this, all of the time?"

"Uhh." He waffles on it a little. "I guess I'm just sort of...used to it? That doesn't make it less unpleasant, of course, but it gives me more sort of, uh, experience, I guess? It's easier to deal with something that you know more about, have dealt with more. It sounds rough, though, and I don't envy how you're feeling. Do you have medicine at home? I can bring you something when I bring the soup if you need it."

"I don't have anything. I never really needed it, until I started hanging out with you." It is a tempting offer, though. "But I will accept your generous offer, since you seem so insistent."

He seems relieved by her acceptance, and it's almost laughable. He's so grateful for the opportunity to please her, even if he's insisting it wasn't even his fault. "Good. Well, I'll see you in, like, an hour, then. Gotta get everything all settled first, and run to the store, and then I'll be right over, okay?"

"Okay." She slams his door as she exits it, and starts the process of trudging up the stairs to her apartment. Of course she couldn't have a first floor apartment. Ugh. Life was so unfair. She goes immediately to her bed, and flops down onto it with an extremely dramatic sigh.

After a moment of laying there, she finds Rhoda's contact in her phone, and shoots her a message.

F: r u in country rn??

It takes almost half an hour to receive a response. It feels like a long time, but it's fast enough that she knows that she's got her attention.

R: No, but I am out of state. Why?

F: call me rn

R: Are you asking me, or telling me?

F: snzing sooo much from this cold and I cn make it more just 4 u baby

R: Two minutes.

Good. She's satisfied by the immediate response, and knowing that she's got her hooked. She undresses, because frankly her clothes are starting to touch her body weirdly, and she's not exactly worried about the tarantula being offended by her nudity. She's curled up on top of her blankets when her screen lights up, some obnoxious ringtone that tells her that Rhoda is calling.

"Are you alone?"

"I am." She can hear that Rhoda's voice is carefully level, and can only imagine the intensity of her gaze if she was able to see it. "Would it be coy to wish you to get well soon?"

She laughs. "You don't want that. You want more calls like this."

"Oh, Florence, you're so congested already..."

"I've been relieving that already, but to tell you the truth...I could do with something more effective." She sniffles, wet and soupy, and hears the faint moan on the other end of the line. "Too bad only one of us gets to feel better right now. When are you off work?"

"Not until late tonight. I had to make excuses to leave during our brainstorming after the meeting, they'll be expecting me back soon. If you're...still awake tonight, though..."

"You'll be my first call." She sniffs again, rubbing hard at her nose. "Ugh, god, can you hear how wet this cold is? Too bad you're out of state. They won't miss you at that meeting, the only thing you're actually good for is being my tissue."

"I know," she breathes, "I should be the one dealing with this for you."

She takes the roll of toilet paper off the nightstand, and rolls a corner of it into a point. "You'd be having a field day. You know how hard you have to work to get me sneezing usually, but listen..." She inserts the point into one nostril, and finds herself gasping after not too terribly long. "Hh...oh, fuck, it's already so--hH--!? hG'GSHYue! 'GSCHuu!" She was definitely playing it up a little on the build-up, since she can't actually see the desperate flare of nostrils, but there is nothing of her own doing in the intensity of the pair of sneezes. She can feel the spray on bare skin, and Rhoda moans in response to them.

"Oh, sir, bless you..."

She sniffs hard, features twisting into a snarl against the buzz of irritation still very much alive. "You're pathetic. Two sneezes and you're already moaning? I bet you're as wet as those were."

"It's unfair to call me when I can't do anything about this." She doesn't sound genuinely displeased, more desperate than anything. "That was so quick, and a double...this cold is really getting to you, isn't it?"

"It is. You should have seen me at work, sneezing between customers, trying to hold back at the window..."

"Oh, Florence...I can only imagine." She whines on her end of the line. "They were uncovered too, weren't they?"

"Not always. Sometimes into my hand if it was necessary." She inserts a new corner into the other nostril, the corner she'd used earlier now soaked beyond use. "I told them it was--hh--allergies--hGSH'uu! Fuck, it's so easy-! iGSHue! 'GSCHyu! Oh my God, I don't--GSHuu!--think I've ever sneezed so much from a cold in my life."

"I'm in fucking shambles over here." She can hear the sound of her setting her phone down, of the unzipping of pants.

"Don't you dare."

"Florence--"

"Don't you know that you're at work right now?" She blows her nose into a wad of the toilet paper, and throws it somewhere off onto her floor. "Besides, you know the drill. Don't tell me you're so horny you forgot your place?"

She practically whimpers as she repeats the rule. "You first.."

"I'd say it's going to be harder without you here, but you're hardly any help even when you are here, too wet and desperate and focused on yourself instead of taking care of me." She sets the phone down next to herself. "You can listen, and maybe if you're good, I'll listen to you tonight."

"I'm going to have the rest of this trip to come home and be with you."

"You can only have so many family emergencies while on business trips before they start to question it."

"I'll deal with the consequences. I need to be there before this cold is over."

She leans back, teasing at herself enough to earn a bit back moan as she slides her fingers into herself. She isn't surprised to learn she has a fever, she knew that much already, but she is surprised by the febrile heat that greets her. "Fuck me, damn near gonna burn myself like this."

"Tell me about it..."

"I've got a fever, and I'm going to boil my fucking fingers."

Rhoda just moans in response, especially when she hears the hitching of her breath, leaving to guess whether it's out of pleasure or the need to sneeze.

She knows her body well. It doesn't long for fingers to curl directly over the spot that has her arching her back with a grunt and an instinctive shift of position that angles herself better. Her nose chooses now to get fussy with her, and her hand is starting to tremble as she brings it up to rub at rosy nostrils that are twitching dangerously. "Hh...h-hG--!?"

She hangs there on the precipice, entirely distracted from pleasuring herself by the wholly consuming feeling of the first real time this whole day it's left her characteristically on the edge before threatening to back away and leave her unsatisfied. She drags the corner of her nail along the rim of one nostril, and it's enough to push things back in her favor.

" 'GSSHHyue!" Her fingers jump with the release, and she damn near blacks out from the pressure against herself. She shudders a moan on the exhale. She's never been particularly noisy in bed, nor does she ever really feel compelled to play it up for a partner, but she can't deny the whimper that's escaping before she can stop it.

Someone knocks on the door, a sharp repetition, and she's about to fucking kill them. "Go away!"

"Oh! No, it's Elliott! I came as quick as I could, just like you asked-?"

"I'm BUSY." And god, is she ever. She's chasing that spark of pleasure that's threatening to swallow her whole, if he would just shut his goddamn mouth and let her focus.

"Do you want me to--"

"Oh my god, I'm in the bathroom, can you shut the fuck up for TWO SECONDS?"

"Don't pay any attention to him, just yourself." She can only imagine how desperate Rhoda must be, based on the way her voice is thin and whimpery right now. She must be absolutely losing her shit over there listening to this.

She can feel the buzzing tickle in her sinuses roar to life just as urgently as the approaching orgasm, and she thinks if she times this shit right, she can kill two birds with one stone. Her chest heaves with the fluttery gasps, unable to tell where the pleasure ends and where the itch begins between them. She's practically abusing her clit with trembling fingers, before the itch finally spills over. "hH'HGZZHHyuuee!"

FUCK. She throws her head back, gripping onto the pillow so tightly she's half afraid she's going to rip it to shreds under her fingers. She lets the feeling wash over her with a shaky exhale and just lays there panting for a second. Over the line, she can hear a breathless, "oh, bless you, sir..." that reminds her she isn't entirely alone.

She sniffs wetly, grabbing some toilet paper off the nightstand to clean herself up a little. "As soon as you get back into town, I'd better be your first stop. Call me tonight--I want to hear you remember this."

"Trust me, it's going to be all I think about the rest of the day." She murmurs a hasty "I've got to go" and the sound of a kiss before the line goes dead, leaving Florence laying alone, save for the idiot standing in the hallway between apartments.

She redresses somewhat, pulling on a pair of basketball shorts and a tee shirt that reeks of coffee grounds from work, and opens the door with more force than necessary. "What?"

He looks so startled to see her that she has to lean away from the hand that instinctively reaches for her face. "Oh! Oh, Florence, you look--er, what I mean is--oh, you poor thing. I only left you for an hour, but you look so much worse!" He fusses and frets, worrying at the bag clutched in hands that have been decisively banned from clutching at her instead. "Oh, you're shaking...your fever must be nasty--you're so flushed and sweaty. Can I come in?"

"No."

"But--"

"I said no." She wipes some of the sweat off her skin, thankful for the first time today to be running a fever. "Just give me the bag."

"Oh." He looks like he wants to fight it, but he doesn't press the issue any further, just gingerly hands her the bag. "It's, uhm--I got you soup, like you asked, from that deli--the owner is so nice, he insisted on making sure you also got some bread to go with it when I said you weren't feeling well--but I also got you some cold medicine, and some cough drops, and one of those, uh--what do you call them--it's like a soap, but not really, it just sort of sits in your shower and when the water hits it, it makes it, like, smelly--I mean, smelly is the wrong word. It smells good, it's like aromatherapy to help you sort of breathe better--not that it ever helps me breathe better, this one is so potent that it just gets me sneezing so badly I can hardly catch my breath--"

"Elliott."

"Right, sorry. Rambling. I guess I will...just leave you be, then? Unless you--"

The door slams on him and cuts off any further begging. Really, she's sparing his dignity and her patience. Her phone pings as she sits down to eat the soup, still steaming as she opens the lid. Flight details, setting Rhoda to be touching back down around midnight.

She grins at the message, sends something absolutely lascivious in response. Oh yeah, she is definitely calling out tomorrow.

[hidey-writes]

"He’s awake! Gu-laoshi, how are you feeling? Isn’t it great for the first thing you see when you open your eyes to be the flower of the police bureau?” “My god,” says a familiar voice, “Clearly the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the ceiling, Yaoyao. He’s been unconscious in a hospital bed for two days. Do you really think he cares about the bureau flower when he’s in that state?” Gu Yiran’s mouth goes dry. He turns his head to look to his left.

Or: After his rescue from Qin Yi, Gu Yiran wakes in the hospital with Zheng Bei at his bedside, and neither of them have their respective epiphanies.

read chapter 1 of the distance that i run to you | 我朝你奔跑的距离 on ao3

[fruitybashir]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <- read the snipets

teehee <333 youre welcome 💁🏻‍♀️✨️✨️

[treeba-rk]

the thing about treebark to me is that. almost every single moment between them oozes with tension. they don’t spend all of their time together but then they do, it’s really Something. like wdym martyn literally said “oh. oh.” when ren came out of the pool. that’s literally out of a fanfic?? excuse me???

honestly their chemistry is just so good and they bounce off each other easily. after 3l they consciously chose to do different things for novelty, but whenever they cross paths, their moments are laden with the most sincere and layered tension. we don’t just get crumbs, we get a whole ass tiny gourmet meal from them. like those ridiculously small and expensive desserts you see on afternoon tea sets, full of flavour and references and hopeless yearning. their small moments are tasteful without trying. because they’re both dramatic af roleplayers and we’re crazy people who find meaning in everything. even when treebark shippers lose, even when ren’s not in a series, we somehow still always win. #Treebark4Life

[coffeebanana]

where i'm at in life is i want to hoard fics until i have like 20 things to update and then unleash them all in a blur once i'm bursting at the seams with excitement. so if i just don't post anything for the next few months i swear i didn't die

i mean, probably. i can't actually predict the future

also watch me ignore this completely and post something this weekend

[theokusgallery]

I see it now! I was literally reading and listening about their relationship in your podcast! i really thought that Statice and Nick DESPISE eachother. This AU is interesting, I love it vry vry much. Im not fond of it at first because I can't really Imagine Basil. Basil doing all of that stuff. because he's my favorite character(and I can't really see him being like that). But I eventually learnt to separate them and sees Nick as his own character. Like an actual oc(Still sees him a little bit as Basil if you understand what I mean)( can't wait when Sunny's other friend gets revealed or maybe the parents. *Maybe* they're not that important to the story but the CURIOSITY IS TOO STRONG AND SORRY FOR YAPPING HSJSKAK IT MUST BE TIRING TO ANSWER ANY OF MY QUESTIONS I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN)(Also excuse my grammar also, english is not my first language 😣)

-Anon from the previous previous post.

(the aura I felt after asking that is unimaginable. I used to be so shy to ask anything on people's blog so Im a *bit* proud of my confidence!)

Oh I see !!

Yeah Nick is... more or less an OC, he's got very little to do with Basil now. I refuse to cut of all ties to OMORI/Basil because it's very important to his origins and taking that from him would be taking out a lot of how I personally see him, but, well... He wasn't exactly based off of normal in-game Basil, either, so it makes sense that he's very different. He looks different, acts different, has a different family, age, personality, story, nationality even, different interests... He's like, 70% OC and 30% OMORI AU. Basil is also my favorite character, and that's not how I see him at all either.

I understand why you thought Statice and Nick hated each other — to be fair, there aren't a lot of people who don't hate Nick, lol. Being around him and knowing why he is the way he is makes it easier to love him, though.

[digidrakncreature]

Context: conversation about being A Specific Being -kin vs Not (I didn't fully understand the topic but I wanna save this bit)

["eh" shrug emoji] the whats that I am are all because of the specific being I am, whatever you'd call ... me.

but the stuff I identify with is much broader and general which... I'd assume is common but tbh idk

to clarify: by "whatever you'd call... me" I meant specifically the digimorph to runaway soul to patchwork selfmade drakncreature to drakn-monster-wishself as one continuous specific being (and not in a "I'm just me idk" way it might have came across as?)

Like, I'm draknkin because I'm that, I'm monsterkind because I'm that

honestly I should pick a random symbol emoticon/unicode to represent this and make it a link to a carrd or something if ppl wanna know lol

[branmer]

ive really lost my motivation to write recently

[beeribas]

I feel incredibly bitchy today y'all

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting Heroes Discord voted for me to be bad and work on this idea after birb. So... ta-da? (Please no editing, this was strait from brain to Scrivener to y'all.)

Pair of Jacks - starting snippet

There was a knock at Bruce’s door: precisely rhythmic, but hesitant in volume. Tim, then. Despite Bruce’s best efforts, Tim still was shy about ‘interrupting’ Bruce. Though at least he did come to Bruce now, that alone had been an effort. But it was effort well spent and effort that he should have put in soon for Tim. Tim had born so many of Bruce’s inadequacies, and he would forever be making up for that.

“Tim, come in,” Bruce called out. He gave a little smile as his son peered through the door. “I didn’t know you were going to be home this weekend. It’s nice to see you.”

“I, um, wasn’t planning to be home,” Tim said. “But I—well, I mean, do you have a moment to talk?”

“Of course,” Bruce said. He made an obvious show of setting his work aside so that Tim would know that he had Bruce’s attention. It was harder to pause his brain from running through ideas and scenarios of what could be worrying Tim. Breathe. Wait. Tim would tell him and then he could help fix it.

Tim set his messenger bag next to the chair as he dropped into it. He must have come right up, which meant that whatever the issue, it was really bothering Tim. He pulled a manila envelope out of the bag. The paper was crinkled from being too rightly gripped. Tim didn’t open it.

“I, um, I got this today. It was delivered by courier and everything,” Tim said, eyes glued to the envelope. “It’s a set of wills for some people called the Fentons. Jackson and Maddi son Fenton. They were married. They died in a freak explosion last week, along with their daughter Jasmin Fenton.”

“That’s awful,” Bruce said when Tim paused and didn’t seem to be continuing. “Were they relatives of yours?”

“No,” Tim said with a worrying little laugh. “I’m not related to them at all. But there, um, there was a son. Is a son, Daniel Fenton. The will says that…”

“Tim?” Bruce prompted gently at the next pause.

“It um, it seems Jack—my dad Jack, not Jack Fenton, it says that Jack had a fling with Madison at some conference. It says that Jack is Daniel biological father. That Daniel is my half brother.” Tim finally tore his gaze away from the envelope and looked up at Bruce with wet eyes. “Dad, I have a brother. A brother that I never knew about and now… and now his family is dead. I’m the next of kin. They want to know if I’ll take him! I don’t—it’s just—I’m twenty-one! How am I supposed to take care of a kid? But I can’t say no if I’m all he has when he just lost everyone, but what do I even do? I don’t… I don’t…”

“Tim, sweetheart, breathe for me, okay? You’re having an anxiety attack,” Bruce said as he dashed around his desk and knelt by Tim’s side. He took the envelope, set it on the desk, and gave Tim his hands instead. “Can you squeeze my hands? There, good. Focus on how my hands feel in yours. I have that cut on my left ring finger that’s still healing. Feel along the fresh scar.”

“Sorry,” Tim whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re alright. This is a great deal to handle, I know, but we’ll handle it,” Bruce promised. “Even though you’re an adult now, you’re still my son. Daniel will be welcome to live here at the manor. I can become his guardian along with you. We will handle it.”

Tim finally took a properly deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re sure? He’s fourteen. That’s another four years of a kid.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with an empty house,” Bruce said, perhaps too honest in the jest.

Tim sniffled and freed a hand to wipe at his eyes. “Get some actual rest?”

“Boring,” Bruce said dismissively. He pulled out his handkerchief and offered it to Tim. “I’d rather have family than rest any day, even the unexpected family.”

“You’ve never had expected family to compare to,” Tim said once he’d dried his eyes. He clung to the fabric almost desperately, but at least he sounded better.

“No, but I’m quite happy about how my family has worked out. Speaking off, let’s go see Alfred for a snack, and you and I can go through the wills together, alright sweetheart?”

“Alright,” Tim said as if the word could ground him. “Alright.”

(oh look a part 2)

[chipper-smol]

ISAT 2025 Art Bang!

After the telephone game lot of people told me that they were interested in joining another project just like it so here we are!

Sign up is available here!

There's a project server invite at the end, you're not required to join it but please don't feel anxious to join! The previous participants have created a very kind community 'v'

The timeline!

What is an Art Bang?

An art bang is meant to create a BANG of fanwork in the fandom! You (and as many authors who sign up) come together to write fanfics from scratch. The fanfic can be an idea that you’ve been wanting to write for a while and just haven’t gotten the motivation to, a fanfic you haven’t been able to continue but want to, or it can be an idea someone else suggests when you join.

Halfway through the writing process authors will be paired up with artists who have read a summary of their work and want to draw for it. When everything is finished, everyone will release their fanfic and fanart in the same week in an explosion of fanworks!

More info below the readmore!

How does it work?

Step 1: Authors sign up and start writing on June 28th. Authors CANNOT add any words to their official word count until after June 28th.

Step 2: After about a month, Authors submit a snippet or summary of their fic which is presented to the artist participants anonymously.

Step 3: Artists choose as many fics that they’d be interested in drawing for and I organize and pair up everyone together.

Step 4: Authors finish up writing, Artists finish up drawing.

Step 5: Works are scheduled to be uploaded to Ao3 and/or Tumblr!

Rules/Expectations

If you use generative AI or AI “assistance” I will trap you in a timeloop ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

AI anything is not allowed under any circumstances and will get you immediately banned from this project and any future projects.

All fics must be uploaded to either Ao3 or Tumblr

Spoilers for ISAT and SASASA:P are not reinforced in the Discord server

Authors

Authors must write at least 10k words in total.

Authors can write as many chapters and fanfics as they want.

Can be about anything! It can even be a continuation of a previous fic that you’ve lost motivation on, but you still must write at least 10k words in total.

Can be any rating! General Audiences to Explicit are welcome 

Authors who want to write Explicit fics must confirm they are 18 years or older.

Artists

Artists must create at least one finished artwork. 

If artists want to create something like an animation or animatic, they can check in with me and we can decide together what is a reasonable finished goal.

Artists can create artwork for multiple fics.

Artists who want to draw for explicit fics must confirm they are 18 years or older.

Can I share snippets of my work before the artist claims?

Preferably no, artist claims are made anonymously so that works are picked without any bias.

10k words seems like a lot?

Altogether, yes, but this challenge extends over 2.5 - 3 months, that’s roughly 3k words a month.

Can I write multiple fics?

Yes, but one of them needs to reach the 10k word mark.

Do explicit fics mean nsfw/sex included things, or is it general heavy themed ones?

Both. Nsfw/sex and general heavy themes.

How 'high level' do the art pieces need to be? i dont want to just do simple sketches of course but how complex should they be?

Since you'll be given a month+ to work on your piece, at the minimum it should be a polished piece. IE Lineart, color, shading

[jayparked]

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

⤥ last updated: 04/19/25

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⤥ enjoy!! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

ღ 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈𝓎 - mdni

⤥ snippet: Then, looking into your eyes, he speaks firmly, “Before we begin, let’s establish some ground rules.” ⤥ pairing: roomate!lee heeseung x female reader ⤥ genre: smut ⤥ au: roommates, f2l ⤥ rating: explicit/18+, minors dni ⤥ word count: 4.3k

ღ 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒

⤥ snippet: "What's it gonna be, old man? Do you really think she would pick you over me?" The kid laughs and adjusts his helmet to fit over his ear better, squaring up to bat and locking gazes with the pitcher.  ⤥ pairing: pitcher!heeseung / batter!riki x concession worker!female reader ⤥ genre: comedy, sports ⤥ au: strangers to ???, love triangle, baseball ⤥ rating: 18+ ⤥ word count: 4.2k

ღ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 - 𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓊𝓃𝑔'𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃

⤥ synopsis: a series of typos texted to your best friend leads to an unforgettable night ⤥ pairing: best friend!heeseung x female reader ⤥ genre: smut, comedy ⤥ au: best friends to lovers ⤥ rating: 18+ ⤥ word count: 9 texts + 2.1k

ღ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 - mdni

⤥ snippet: "Ride me." Jay huffs. It's a command, not a request. He moves back to the head of the bed, adjusting the pillows before leaning back against them. Lifting the covers away from his body, he removes his boxers slowly. looking into your eyes as he does so. ⤥ pairing: music producer!park jongseong x female reader ⤥ genre: smut ⤥ au: established relationship ⤥ rating: explicit/18+, minors dni ⤥ word count: 9.7k ⤥ ao3 link

ღ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 - 𝒿𝒶𝓎'𝓈 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃

⤥ synopsis: a series of typos texted to your best friend leads to an unforgettable night ⤥ pairing: best friend!heeseung x female reader ⤥ genre: smut, comedy ⤥ au: best friends to lovers ⤥ rating: 18+ ⤥ word count: 9 texts + 3.9k

ღ boyfriend texts with jay - mdni

ღ 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓈𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 - mdni

⤥ snippet: “My turn,” he snarls, grabbing your hips roughly and flipping you onto your stomach. Time isn’t wasted with your impatient man as he pulls your hips towards him, placing a hand between your shoulder blades to keep your head down. ⤥ pairing: switch!sim jaeyun x switch!female reader ⤥ genre: smut ⤥ au: established relationship ⤥ rating: explicit/18+, minors dni ⤥ word count: 7k ⤥ ao3 link

ღ boyfriend texts with jake - mdni

ღ 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 - mdni

⤥ snippet: "You're so fucking hot for letting me tie you up and take pictures of you, holy fuck. I have the best little wife," he growls, "letting me do whatever I want with your body. You're perfect, perfect for me." ⤥ pairing: husband!sunghoon x wife!female reader ⤥ genre: smut ⤥ au: established relationship ⤥ rating: explicit/18+, minors dni ⤥ word count: 7.2k ⤥ ao3 link

ღ boyfriend texts with sunghoon - mdni

ღ 𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒 -mdni

⤥ snippet: “I don’t like playing games,” you whisper, showing your teeth as you smile. “Funny,” Sunoo murmurs back, grabbing onto your hips and flipping you around until your ass is flushed against his crotch, his tie still laced between your fingers, “Didn’t seem that way when you asked me to play along with your little scheme.” ⤥ pairing: coworker!sunoo x female reader ⤥ genre: slice of life, smut, slight angst ⤥ au: fake dating, coworkers to ??? ⤥ rating: explicit/18+, minors dni ⤥ word count: 12.1k ⤥ ao3 link

ღ boyfriend texts with jungwon

ღ 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒

⤥ snippet: "What's it gonna be, old man? Do you really think she would pick you over me?" The kid laughs and adjusts his helmet to fit over his ear better, squaring up to bat and locking gazes with the pitcher.  ⤥ pairing: pitcher!heeseung / batter!riki x concession worker!female reader ⤥ genre: comedy, sports ⤥ au: strangers to ???, love triangle, baseball ⤥ rating: 18+ ⤥ word count: 4.2k

ღ boyfriend texts with riki

fake texts

m - mature ; s - suggestive ; a - angst ; f - fluff ; c - crack

ღ would you still love me if i was a worm? f ; c ღ you don't say i love you back f ღ asking them for money f ღ stop doing that f ღ they don't say i love you back f ღ you find their porn stash - hyung line m ღ they have baby fever - hyung line m ღ you want to tie a bow/ribbon on their d!ck - hyung line m ღ you get in an argument a ღ they have baby fever - maknae line (fluff for riki) m ; f ღ what size pussy you wear? c ; s ღ they reassure you f ღ gf mad. hope i die c ღ you accidentally confess f ღ pookie is missing f ; c

the miscommunication series ღ wanna bang? c ; s ღ let me ride you c ; s ღ i'm wet c ; s ღ the best fuck i've ever had c ; s ღ sleep with me c ; s ღ i can go all night c ; s ღ lick me up c ; s ღ playing with myself c ; s ღ heeseung's version c; s ღ jay's version c; s

drabbles

ღ jayparked 1k drabble event masterlist

edits

ღ heeseung - backseat ღ jay - cherry hill ღ jake - knees ღ sunghoon - say aah ღ sunoo - american horror show ღ jungwon - mmm

non enha works

&team - nicholas hard thoughts m - mdni &team - bf!jo headcannon f

© do not copy, modify, translate, or re-post. all rights reserved under user jayparked. this includes all headers, fake texts and writing pieces. if you're inspired to create something similar to my work, please credit me

[felassan]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard info compilation Post 4

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There is a lot of information coming out right now about DA:TV from many different sources. This post is just an effort to compile as much as I can in one place, in case that helps anyone. Sources for where the information came from have been included. Where I am linking to a social media user’s post, the person is either a dev, a Dragon Age community council member or other person who has had a sneak peek at and played the game. nb, this post is more of a ‘info that came out in snippets from articles and social media posts’ collection rather than a ‘regurgitating the information on the official website or writing out what happened in the trailer/gameplay reveal’ post. The post is broken down into headings on various topics. A few points are repeated under multiple headings where relevant. Where I am speculating without a source, I have clearly demarcated this. if you notice any mistakes in this post, please tell me.

Character Creation

BioWare confirmed that even if you make your Rook a short king, the team has done work to ensure animations fit any character build [source]

"Dragon Age's character creator has seen a massive glow-up" [source]. "The volume of choices you get here are frankly insane. As Epler noted, “you could spend forever here,” and he’s not kidding." [source] The art and graphics teams spent a lot of time trying to make hair look amazing [source: the Discord]

In CC we can customise our "bulge size" [source]

Some more detail on the new lighting options to see how Rook looks like in CC when you make them: you can view them in "blazing forest sunshine versus the glare of an underground temple" [source]

"newly mobile, extra-hairy hair" [source]

Faction choice has statistical boons. For example, Shadow Dragon Rook deals extra damage to Venatori blood cultists [source]

Faction choice basically determines why Rook has been called to help in the fight against Solas [source]

All pre-determined character models in CC can be adjusted [source]

You can make a really tall dwarf if you want [source]

"Setting your previous world state is fully integrated into the character creator for Veilguard" [source: the Discord]

Inquisitor appearance will be re-created, there is no way to carry their appearance from DA:I into the game [source: the Discord]

Classes for Rook are not restricted in the sense that you can play any almost class, lineage and faction combination that you want. For example, a mage Rook can be a Crow [source: the Discord] (Fel note: it sounded like Rook cannot be a magic-wielding dwarf, even though the exception of Harding now exists) (Fel note: there is a mage Crow in one of the books)

Story and lore

Here is another article which refers to Rook as "the Rook" [source]

The story is set "9-10 years from DA:I and about 8 years from Trespasser" [source: the Discord]

They have been tracking Solas for "a while. Something else you’re gonna learn about…" [source]

The game does not use the Keep [source]

Shadow Dragon is the faction background with the most in-game reactivity (e.g. from other characters' dialogue) during the prologue section of the game, due to the fact that the prologue is in Minrathous and the Shadow Dragons are a Tevinter-based faction [source]

"I also saw a big moment after the gameplay trailer ends that I can't talk about" [source]

During the more narrative-heavy dialogue choices, "the game will also give a bit of context on what you're about to choose, but doesn't go as far as explaining the exact consequences or precisely what will happen thereafter" [source] "the game shows you how you’ll go about the choice, but it doesn’t tell you the consequence of that choice". [source]

"The game is bringing back Dragon Age 2s dialogue system, which was tone-based and resulted in its protagonist Hawke falling into one of three different personality states. You have three general tones in a conversation: kind, humorous, or aggressive, with slight variations depending on the situation" [source]

"Venatori blood cultists" [source]

"The whole game has the makings of another Suicide Mission [ME2], given that you are up against a god with the ability to collapse dimensions" [source]

"Choices and consequences". "Now, it seems you can see the effects of your choices like never before, and this time, they marry that choice with incredible visuals" [source]

In the bar when you're trying to get information in the opening, if you choose to fight it out and the barbrawl ensues, you then have to run from the pursuers in the bar [source]

A key concern of the developers when creating the environments was to make “a world worth saving" [source]

The prologue is quite linear but there are additional paths you can follow to find additional loot [source]

In the opening section of the game there is a dock which has been attacked and the soldiers that were there have been killed, "but rather than seeing this passively, we walked through the aftermath and had to interact with the scene to piece it all together" [source]

The tone of the gameplay video is a good indicator of the tone of the rest of the game [source]. On the tone: "dark fantasy" [source]. horror & gore is back along with DA's classic dark elements [source]

Tevinter Nights is a better tone indicator for the game than the original reveal/character trailer. Ghil Dirthalen: "Tevinter Nights has felt the most 'DAV' to me" [source]. The gameplay reveal video is the best indicator for the tone of the game (vs the character one) [source]. there is still messy dark shit in the game [source]

Tonally the game is closest to Tevinter Nights and DA:O [source]

Ghil Dirthalen: "[as] one of those unfortunate souls who has latched onto a media world so hard: This game is for me. For the hardcore DA lore nerds, I've been secretly screaming about things I saw for MONTHS now" [source]

The game is true to the DA stories we know and love [source]

Characters, companions, romance

You can choose to engage in companions' own storylines as you progress or ignore them entirely [source]

You will often have to make dialogue choices that will affect how your various companions treat you [source]

Neve is quick-witted [source], measured and elegant [source]

In the opening, you interact with the companions as you move through Minrathous. "your choices during these interactions will determine who goes on portions of the mission with you, along with how “pleased” they are with the answers." [source]

On Varric and Harding: "Instantly the two felt like they’d never been away and avoided the trap of being parodies or fanfiction versions of themselves" [source]

Solas' eyes were always purple hh [source] (yes!)

Gameplay, presentation, performance etc

Some enemies have additional shields that are weak to ranged attacks [source]

When asked about if the war table from DA:I returned, John Epler said "There is a table. Now, whether it works the same way as the table in the previous game..." [source]

Once you get passed a certain point in the game, it opens up dramatically, however it is not an openworld game and they wanted to make sure that all the content mattered and was a more structured, sculpted experience for the player. There is some exploration, some opportunities to get off the beaten path, and some spaces that are fairly wide [source]

The button to press to bring up the skill wheel is RB or R1 (depending on what controller you're using) [source]

"You'll also have access to two skills or spells for each of your two companions that you can command. For a more seamless, uninterrupted combat experience, you can also assign these skills to shortcuts (such as holding the left trigger and hitting the X button) to quickly use them" [source]

"The game is bringing back Dragon Age 2s dialogue system, which was tone-based and resulted in its protagonist Hawke falling into one of three different personality states. You have three general tones in a conversation: kind, humorous, or aggressive, with slight variations depending on the situation" [source]

"booting Fade demons into pits" [source]

"BioWare have revised Dragon Age's art direction to make character models a little more consistent with the series' lovely Tarot-inspired menu art. Flesh is ruddy to the point of painterly; facial features and bodily proportions are thicker and more striking, as though the characters had been cut from clay" [source]

The 3 specs for Warrior are Reaper (has lifesteal/stealing health from enemies, and other freaky powers, does big damage), Slayer (can wield the biggest blade, big swords, big damage) or Champion, which is tanky, shield-using and Paladin like [source] [source]

There are quick-recover prompts [source]

You can roll through puddles of incoming AOE [source]

There are ziplines between some levels levels [source] (Fel note: just like in As We Fly... )

There are also slidey hills to slide down between some sections [source]

There are still some Hinterland-type areas designed for exploration [source]

We can do some home base management to our home base [source] (Fel note: this refers to The Lighthouse, detail in a previous post)

Camera placement is quite zoomed out [source]

Where Rogues have 'momentum', Warriors have 'rage' and Mages 'mana'. When a warrior spends rage in the ability wheel it triggers more powerful attacks. this has been referred to as a build-and-spend mechanic. this system resource gates your use of more powerful skills and is built by getting stuck in [source]. Momentum for Rogues is built by landing hits without taking any [source]

There are big glowing environmental cues for picking up loot or replenishing health potions [source]

"Epler noted that The Veilguard will not be an open-world experience like Inquisition, and instead will have large spaces to explore with quests littered throughout. This allayed my early concerns that they would course correct too hard from the oft-maligned open areas of Inquisition" [source]

Melee and ranged attacks can be charged up [source]

It sounds like there is an option to have greater guidance on when enemies are attacking [source]

The community council gave a lot of notes on the game's art direction to BioWare (gave feedback to the devs) that they were told and shown were changed from the first reveal/character trailer, these made it into the gameplay trailer [source]

The community council asked about having an arachnophobia mode, though they can't guarantee this was implemented [source]

"You’re encouraged to explore and grind for stronger weapons and gear, so your stats and cosmetics improve the further you get into the game" (in the sense that you’ll be rewarded for hard work) [source, two]

Follower information such as cooldowns and health will be visible on the HUD [source: the Discord]

There is a "quick cast" option if you prefer not to use the wheel, should be a chorded action using a controller [source: the Discord]

On PC you can play with keyboard and mouse or controller [source: the Discord]

An accessibility option is the ability to make auto-targeting stronger or weaker depending on your preference [source: the Discord]

The game will have DLSS support at launch [source: the Discord]

Re: hard drives, the game can be played using an HDD, they would recommend an SSD though for the optimal experience [source: the Discord]

There are lots of different interface options you can play with, e.g. combat text size, opacity, when to display health bars [source: the Discord]

Other

The leak from last year or whenever it was (the one that leaked screenshots and a gif from the game) was mainly a lot of outdated stuff and didn't really represent even the early version some community council members had played [source, two]. It was not leaked by a member of the community council, but by a member of another focus group [source]

The community council were given the chance to play the game twice, once in Fall 2022 and a year later in 2023 [source]

There is no information as yet regarding when pre-orders will be open [source: the Discord]

BioWare are hoping to at the very least have the very "best of" the Discord dev Q&A featured on social media and potentially in a blog [source: the Discord]

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