#i really don't have the time to write that by myself...

[notpacoalpha]

1. Anything by Cavetown. Talk to me and Green are the faves.

2. Don't have one (don't really watch tv), but Paper Mario 64 is always a good time.

3. Writing. Easier and less committal to pick up or put down on a whim.

4. Warmth.

5. Visiting the chapel and Journaling. Regardless of context, it is good for me to do.

6. Fruit Loops, somehow.

7. Thankfully I've got good friends, so I'm rather comfortable most of the time. It's easier to be myself with just one or two people versus a whole crowd.

8. My gigantic double layer blanket. Very soft, very warm.

9. Ah good gravy. For my 15th birthday, my whole family filled my piñata with flour. The Problem was that, at the key moment, I completely forgot. Imagine me, shoving my way through the crowd to get directly under the piñata. It raises up and up, I raise my tiny little candy bag high in the sky, I await eagerly, when all of a sudden I see a cloud spawn. Confusion, then panic. I ducked and was completely enveloped in flour.

10. Very recently, I had a good talk with a friend I needed to say goodbye to, for closure's sake. It was better than I could've imagined; I had been praying about how to handle the goodbye for months, and praying that it wouldn't be goodbye (it is). After that whole talk and a little prayer, I returned to my fortress of solitude and prayer. I was so happy that I started laughing and crying. I hadn't done that in over a decade, and never quite like that.

11. My black Irish-style hat and my black windbreaker! It's a classic part of my look, it fits all situations, and it's rather comfortable.

12. Journaling.

13. Hot shower. Classic.

14. Something upcoming, that hasn't started yet? Deltarune, I guess.

15. Chocolate, all kinds. If you know the Abuelas Hot Chocolate slabs, I tend to eat those straight. *CRUNCH

16. Lots of things, but for now, I want to make a tiny terrarium with my niece.

17. My love language is Touch and I love hugs, but people who know how to make you feel listened to are special.

18. I feel like myself now, I felt less myself in the past, and as I keep growing I imagine I'll grow into myself more and more, in the form God wants me I hope.

19. No.

20. Me, my sister, and three cousins would play some weird version of impromptu skits. Usually, whoever did the funniest skit would win.

21. Herbal Tea by default. Coffee only socially or some mornings (trying to quit). Hot chocolate depending on who makes it (it needs to be with milk, not water).

22. Epic Settings (just a bunch of upbeat vg music)

23. No, I don't think so.

24. An old childhood friend of mine.

25. I imagine it'd be either vibrant red or a darker red. A friend would argue it'd be some shade of green.

26. Whoever the love of my life ends up being, I want to be with her. I don't know where I would go.

27. I used to garden with my mom as a kid. The most I've done recently was keep some houseplants and make some battle terrarium.

28. Not sure, probably my English and Spanish skills.

29. I try to be, but I can either be overly harsh or "innocently insensitive".

30. A little bit of everything. Half a finished book here, a journal with a book/ game idea there, a 3ds on certain days, a not quite finished sword I forged in my garage, an electric guitar I got for 100$ at a thrift shop.

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better?

What is your go to comfort show?

Reading or writing? Why?

Whats your favorite feeling?

How do you like to take care of yourself?

What’s your favorite candle scent?

Who do you feel most like yourself around?

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you?

Best childhood moment?

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards)

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it!

What calms you down?

Bath or shower to relax?

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Comfort food?

What’s something you want to create soon?

How do you feel best loved?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at?

Have you ever written or received a love letter?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart.

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa?

Name of your favorite playlist?

Have you ever received flowers?

Who is your bestfriend?

If your soul was a color, what would it be?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something?

What are you proudest of?

Are you a kind person?

What do your hobbies look like?

[jesncin]

Cape Comics and the Unsung exploited creatives that make them

Here's something that happens a lot. A superman fan finds me through my supes fan comics, and so they look up the rest of my blog. They're surprised that I don't fanboy over Superman 24/7. That a lot of my biggest write ups about the character are critical of how he's written. They're also taken aback by how I don't like My Adventures with Superman, Absolute Superman, and that I'm not tripping over myself to praise James Gunn's upcoming Superman movie.

So they tough it out. They like my fan comics and just skim past the times I'm critical of the things I like. This is fine of course, no one has to engage with everything I make- no one's forcing you to do that. But sometimes it really gets to this fan how "wrong" I am for being critical of Superman. How dare you make such nice, hopeful, optimistic Superman fan comics and be critical of all the nice Superman media there is now! Across-the-social medias but especially on twitter, is where I get this kind of reader. I'm pigeonholed as "the fan artist with great art but bad takes." You might recall on here it's the "this blog is too smug and superior to be worth wading through to read the good comics." incident. They're far from the only one.

Something that's always struck me about this kind of fan is how uninterested they are in the artist behind the art. If you're so surprised at how you've never seen an Immigrant Superman take like mine, wouldn't you be curious about the thought process that made an interpretation like that possible? I've seen readers who like my clois comics that then go on to read posts like my "Failure of Asian Lois Lane" essay. These kind of readers then discover that my take on Lois exists because I'm unsatisfied with how most Asian!Loises are handled in canon. That my comics exist as critique to the canon material. There's a recognition that these fan comics are informed by my personal experiences. I love these kind of readers. They're the type who eat up the homework posts I put under my fan comics and seek out context. That's good intellectual curiosity to have.

But this other kind of fan -the ones who like my fan comics but hate the critical thought and personal experience that make those very comics possible- is culturally representative of how a lot of cape comic fans are. They don't engage with my comics as art, but as content of their favorite character. They see me post comics that present Superman positively and think it's hypocritical when I'm negative about the character. Just enjoy the content, ignore the artist. Ignore what they bring to the character. That's how this fan copes.

DC as a company loves fans like this. It's a type of brand loyalty corporations dream of. On bluseky, I briefly talked about how hard it is to make and find criticism of modern Superman stuff because he exists in a culture war that's quick to place any nuanced criticism of his bright optimistic new media as "bitter snyderbro talking points". And I'm met with multiple Superman white knights who take it so personally that I'm critical of a fictional character they like. They moralize their love for Supes. Disliking Superman isn't an opinion someone can just have, it has to be secretly reflective of how bad you are as a person. If I say "Superman's boring sometimes" I get people making a big show of unfollowing me. That's the kind of loyalty to intellectual property money can't buy.

When you value a fictional character more than the real human artists behind them, you become this kind of fan. Remember when that Harley Quinn fart comic was announced? A bunch of comic fans on twitter decided to write a letter to DC comics protesting the title, spammed it everywhere while others harassed the woman writing that comic. Regardless of how bad a comic is, a fictional victim is never going to be more important than the real person writing them. But when you're obsessed with the dignity of these characters over the wellbeing of the artists behind them, this is normal behavior.

Cape media is such a bleak industry for comic artists. A character you created can be making billions as a blockbuster in the box office while you're still crowd funding for health care. Your contributions to Batman could be completely lost to history, uncredited, if it weren't for your son and granddaughter campaigning for that recognition. You're eternally a freelancer with no stability, and many of your peers die young. And it's a thankless job. Because most of your "fans" have that geek consumerism-as-an-identity mindset where they value Superman more than what you as an artist brought to him. The corporation doesn't respect its artists, and neither do the fans. The fact that you can experience this even when you make fan art -even when you don't work for the company- is proof of how pervasive this kind of culture is.

Today's meta thoughts came about from the fan discussion surrounding Peter David's (creator of Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099 among many accomplishments) passing. His family still needs help recovering from medical debt of his long-term care. My Superman rambles tend to do well, so if I can help share his family's fundraiser even a bit, I'd be happy. No creator with this heavy an impact on the media landscape should be struggling financially.

Similarly! Share and support the Hero Initiative! They do great work with financially supporting aging comic creatives who have very little safety net due to the exploitative nature of the comics industry.

Calling out the cape comics industry isn't "attacking" your fictional fave. If you feel defensive whenever conversations about how exploitative this industry is come about, that's brand loyalty talking. The interior lives of these creatives shape the characters you love. Don't let them be forgotten.

[jungkoode]

死 KKANGPAE | #18 死

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"Waking up in his bed should feel like victory, but all you can think about are those pill bottles on his nightstand."

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word count: 9,5k

content: morning vulnerability and insomnia revelations, elevator sexual tension that goes nowhere, council meeting drama with heated arguments, mission prep with jessi's weapons expertise, undercover outfits that make jeon stare, AD's suspicious surveillance knowledge, and the calm before infiltrating mdf territory

☠ author's note ☠

As a European, I have absolutely no clue about guns so let's hope my research was decent and their weapons actually make sense ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) If any gun enthusiasts are reading this and I've somehow made a sniper rifle that shoots rainbows, just... pretend it's for the plot.

ANYWAY THE BIG DAY IS FINALLY HERE!!! Next chapter is THE MISSION and are we excited??? Because I AMMMMM!!! I've been building up to this for literal months and my chaotic little writer brain is VIBRATING with anticipation!

Jeon + motorbike = HOT AS HELL 🥵 Like sir, you're already dangerous enough, did you really need to add vehicular competence to your list of attractive qualities? RUDE.

Also Jessi is so mother mommy mama I love her! I mean, I say that about every single one of my characters, don't I? But what can I do—they're all so complex in my opinion! I have to really put myself in their position in every single scene and think genuinely about how they would react. Because one thing is how I WANT them to react, and another is how they would REALISTICALLY react, you know? Keeping those two aligned is harder than it looks, trust me!

Anyway ramble ramble ramble shut up Kiki we don't care—I KNOW BUT I'M THE AUTHOR so you're gonna read my rambling because I said so! I don't write 8k words per chapter to have my feelings dismissed! Y'all gonna put up with me whether you like it or not (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

Thanks for reading as always, love y'all! Now buckle up because things are about to get SPICY!

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The obnoxious blaring of Jeon's alarm tears through the quiet morning.

It's 6 AM—that weird time when everything feels kind of hazy and unreal, like the world hasn't quite decided if it's night or day yet.

His phone keeps buzzing against the nightstand, screen lighting up like a strobe light.

You're barely awake, caught in that fuzzy space between sleep and consciousness. Jeon's sprawled half on top of you, which should probably be uncomfortable but... isn't. His arm's thrown over your waist in this weirdly soft way that doesn't match his usual don't-touch-me vibe. You can feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his breath warm on your neck.

For a second, you think about waking him up. But he looks so p̶e̶a̶c̶e̶f̶u̶l̶ different when he's sleeping—none of that cold, distant Chief of Tactical stuff.

Just a guy who really needs some rest.

"Jeon," you try anyway, voice coming out all scratchy from sleep. "Your alarm."

He makes this grunt that might be words but definitely isn't, face pressed against your skin. Instead of getting up, he actually pulls you closer, burying his face in the pillow like if he ignores the alarm hard enough, it'll give up and go away.

"Jeon, come on. Get it." You nudge him with your elbow because that fucking alarm is driving you insane. It just keeps going and going, like some kind of electronic torture device.

He lets out this long-suffering groan that perfectly captures the eternal struggle between wanting to sleep and having actual responsibilities.

His hand flops around looking for his phone, movements all clumsy in that way people only get when they're not really awake yet. When he finally finds it, he misses the screen completely on his first try.

"Fuck off," he mumbles—definitely talking to the phone, not you. The woodsy scent of his skin mixed with mint from his breath fills your lungs.

After what feels like forever (but is probably like, ten seconds), blessed silence falls over the room.

Jeon just tosses his phone somewhere (hopefully not off the bed) and immediately curls back around you like some kind of clingy octopus. His body's radiating heat like a furnace, and he's definitely not planning on letting you go anytime soon.

His aura wraps around you like summer rain, all soft and warm, making your head spin in the best way.

(You're starting to think maybe he's not a morning person.)

"Five more minutes," he mumbles, voice all rough and sleepy like some kid who doesn't want to go to school.

You can't help but smirk.

Who would've thought the terrifying Chief of Tactical was such a baby in the morning?

"Five more minutes, and you'll be the one explaining to the Council why you're late." You poke his side. "Good luck with that."

"What council?" He sounds like he's halfway to dreamland already.

"Council of 9, dumbass. You know, that super important reunion about tonight's mission?"

His only response is this little grunt before his breathing starts evening out again.

Oh no. Not happening.

You kick him under the sheets—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to be annoying. He flinches and makes this annoyed clicking sound with his tongue.

Finally, with this dramatic sigh that you can feel rumble through his chest, he gives in. His body peels away from yours like it's physically painful for him to move.

"Fine, fine," he grumbles, surrendering to reality.

When he sits up, cold air rushes in where his body heat used to be. You both kind of... linger there on the edge of his bed.

You watch him rub his face, trying to wake up properly. It's kind of fascinating, seeing him switch from s̶o̶f̶t̶ sleepy Jungkook back to Jeon, the cold and distant Chief of Tactical.

Another yawn catches you as you sit up, letting the sheets pool around your waist. You blink, trying to clear the sleep from your eyes, when something on Jeon's bedside table catches your attention.

Oh.

There's a whole fucking pharmacy there.

Your eyes scan over the labels—hypnotics, sedatives, tranquilizers, sleeping pills. The kind of cocktail someone needs when sleep doesn't come naturally anymore.

It hits different now, remembering all those times you've seen him in the cafeteria at ass o'clock in the morning. Always with that black coffee, those dark circles under his eyes that you thought were just part of his whole intimidating Chief of Tactical thing.

(Turns out even the great Jeon Jungkook has trouble sleeping.)

You can't help but wonder what keeps him up at night. What kind of memories play on repeat in his head when everything goes quiet.

Sure, being a gang leader comes with its own baggage—the violence, the paranoia, always having to watch your back.

But something tells you there's more to it. Things that left marks deeper than the little scar on his cheek. The kind of stuff that makes someone stock up on enough sedatives to knock out a horse.

Your eyes fix on this one bottle of hypnotics that's already half empty. Something in your chest tightens at the sight, but you quickly squash that feeling down.

The last thing Jeon needs is your p̶i̶t̶y̶ concern.

You know how this works. Show any weakness in Kkangpae, and you might as well paint a target on your back. The gang's full of sharks, always circling, always waiting for someone to bleed in the water.

So you bite back all the questions building up in your throat. Push down that weird urge to reach out, to try and make it better somehow.

Whatever demons Jeon's fighting, they're his to deal with.

You've got your own role to play here, and playing therapist isn't it. Some things just stay broken, and some nights just stay sleepless.

And some things are not yours to fix, even if some part of you wants to.

"You ready?" Jeon asks, already heading for the door without waiting to hear if you actually are.

You follow him out with a quiet sigh, but your mind's still stuck on all those pill bottles.

On what they might mean.

On all the nights he probably spends staring at his ceiling, fighting whatever demons keep him up.

The common areas in his wing of the Assassination Division are empty this early.

Your footsteps echo through the halls as you make your way to the elevator, where Jeon leans against the wall like he's got all day. He crosses his arms over his chest, getting lost in whatever thoughts are running through that complicated head of his.

When he doesn't move to actually do anything, you have to remind him that not everyone has his fancy Chief clearance level.

"You gonna scan your card or what?" You wave vaguely at the scanner. "You know mine won't work up here."

The corner of his mouth twitches up—just barely—like he's annoyed at himself for forgetting.

He pulls out his access card without a word and taps it against the scanner. The light blinks green, and the elevator starts moving.

While you're waiting, your brain decides to dig up this random memory from weeks ago.

That night Jeon showed up at your door out of nowhere, demanding his jacket back. You hadn't thought about it then, but now...

"Hey," you turn to look at him, "how did you get on my floor that night? To get your jacket back?" The question hits you out of nowhere. "Our cards don't work on each other's floors."

His eyes go wide for a split second—clearly not expecting that question. He just stares at you for a moment, lips parted like he's trying to figure out what to say. Then his gaze darts away and he rubs the back of his neck, which is basically a flashing neon sign that says busted.

(This should be interesting.)

"I, uh..." Jeon starts, looking at you then quickly away. He's actually struggling for words, which is new.

His fingers tap against his thigh in this nervous rhythm you've never seen before. Just when you think he's going to leave you hanging, he lets out this tiny sigh, shoulders dropping just a bit.

"I asked AD for temporary access."

Wait. What?

"And he... just gave it to you? Just like that?"

You narrow your eyes because something's not adding up here.

You've seen how these two interact—or don't interact, more like it. The way Jeon basically disappears whenever AD shows up, and how AD looks at him like he's personally offended his entire bloodline.

Sure, AD glares at everyone (especially J-Hope), but with Jeon? That's a whole different level of hate.

(Not that it's any of your business what's going on there.)

"Told him I needed my jacket back."

The elevator keeps moving down, and the silence between you gets kind of heavy. Something about how weirdly hesitant Jeon's being makes your curiosity spike. Part of you knows you should probably drop it, but...

"So, your card worked the whole night?" You try to sound casual about it, but there's definitely some skepticism bleeding through.

"Yeah." He finally meets your eyes again. "Clearance passes usually last for 24 hours."

You nod slowly, filing that information away.

"But didn't AD find it weird? The time stamp would show you came in at 3 AM and didn't leave until..." You trail off, remembering exactly why he stayed so long.

Jeon's eyes snap to yours, and something flashes across his face too quick to read before he looks away. The crease between his brows gets deeper as the silence stretches out.

"I don't think he actually checks the access logs that closely," he says finally. "At least he hasn't mentioned anything about the, uh, timeframe."

You think about that for a second. It seems weird that AD, of all people, wouldn't keep tabs on security access. But maybe Jeon's right—maybe AD doesn't actually monitor that stuff.

Then you remember something.

That day after the pool training, you saw AD in the elevator with Kazuha. He'd told you both to "be careful."

Was that his cryptic way of saying he knew exactly what went down that night?

The elevator dings, cutting through your thoughts.

Jeon pushes off the wall, giving you this little nod to go in first. You step inside, and the last thing you see is his back and this lazy wave goodbye before the doors slide shut.

Anyway, something tells you AD knows way more than he lets on.

You’d never been in The Council room until now.

And it’s… Well, it’s weird. Tense today.

Everyone's taking their usual spots around this stupidly long table, and RM's at the head of it like always, looking every bit the Supreme Commander he is.

"Thanks for coming, everyone." His voice carries that authority that makes even the most stubborn chiefs shut up and listen.

Well, almost everyone.

"I don't even see why I have to be here when you're all so set on leaving me out of it." V's practically radiating annoyance.

Moon gives him that patient look he reserves for when someone's being difficult. "This mission affects the entire gang. That's why we need the whole Council present."

"But I'm not even part of it." V throws his feet up on the table like the dramatic bitch he is, crossing his arms. "So why do I have to sit through all this bullshit?"

"You listen because shared knowledge makes us stronger." RM's eyes sweep around the table, meeting everyone's gaze—even yours. "Unity isn't just about standing together. It's about thinking as one."

V rolls his eyes so hard you're surprised they don't get stuck. "Yeah, yeah, I get the whole 'one gang' thing. But do I really need every fucking detail?"

"Details matter." Jeon's voice cuts through the tension. "MDF isn't some amateur operation. One tiny blind spot and we're fucked."

"It's a goddamn snake pit we're walking into." J-Hope waves his hands around like he's trying to grab invisible dangers out of the air. "We all need to know what kind of poison we might be dealing with."

JM leans forward, all serious despite his usually gentle demeanor. "That hideout's a maze. You two need more than just a way in—you need a solid plan to get the fuck out of there."

"Exactly." RM's sighs. "This intel could change everything. We do this right, we take out one of their major operations."

Flower, who's been watching everything with that calculating look of hers, finally speaks up. "And V, whether you like it or not, this meeting is what keeps your men at the docks from getting caught with their pants down while we're focused on this mission."

V scoffs, but you can see him actually considering her words.

Jessi stops lounging in her chair like this is some kind of casual meetup.

"Alright, cut the bullshit. What's the actual plan here, RM?" She leans forward, all business now. "And it better be good."

The room goes quiet—that heavy kind of quiet that makes your skin prickle.

RM stands up, and you can feel the weight of what's coming.

This isn't just another mission briefing. This is you and Jeon walking straight into MDF territory.

No pressure.

RM clears his throat, looking down at the stack of papers in front of him.

"Here's how it's going to work," he starts, voice authoritative. "Jeon and Y/N are going undercover. We've got IDs that'll get them through MDF's front door."

The word 'undercover' makes your stomach do this weird flip thing. Jeon shifts slightly beside you, his presence weirdly reassuring for someone who's usually about as comforting as a loaded gun.

"They'll play it as traders," RM continues, spreading out this map that looks like someone went crazy with a red marker. "Fresh faces trying to make it big enough to catch MDF's attention."

Jeon nods, watching AD's finger trace some path on the map. "What about their security? Cameras?"

"System loops every three hours," AD says, sounding bored but you know that's just his thing. "We're setting up a distraction. At 23:00, when the loop starts, they'll get a power surge. Six minutes of blind spots."

"Six minutes?" Jessi raises an eyebrow. "That's cutting it real fucking close."

"We can handle it." Jeon sounds so sure it actually makes you believe him. "Had worse timeframes before."

"That's your window to find the server room and plant the bug." RM points to some spot deep in what looks like a maze. "AD will be in your ear the whole time."

"And when shit inevitably goes sideways?" V asks, and despite how pissy he's been about being left out, you can hear actual braincells there.

"You'll be armed," RM says simply. "But this is about getting in and out quiet. No firefights."

"Right, because stealth missions should totally go to Mr. Shoot-Everything-From-A-Mile-Away instead of, oh, I don't know, the actual Chief of Stealth?" V's voice drips sarcasm.

"V." JM's cuts in. "Enough."

V grunts but actually shuts up, which is kind of impressive. You've never seen anyone else get him to back down that easily.

Flower leans forward, and the room suddenly feels a bit colder. The map spread out on the table looks like some kind of twisted treasure map, except instead of X marking the spot, there's about fifty different ways this whole thing could go wrong.

"Alright, here's the deal," she says, getting straight to the point like always. "You need to be interesting enough to catch their attention, but not so interesting they get suspicious. Think you can handle that?"

She looks right at you, and you can feel the weight of what she's asking.

"Y/N, you're our front person here. While everyone's busy watching you sweet-talk them about money and deals, Jeon's gonna be doing the actual work." Her lips curve into this knowing smile. "Keep them focused on the profit. Rich assholes love talking about money."

Great. No pressure or anything. Just gotta be charming enough to distract an entire criminal organization while your... whatever Jeon is sneaks around their base. Easy peasy.

Flower turns to Jeon next, and her expression goes all business.

"You're playing backup dancer on this one. Stay in the background, watch everything, and when AD hits them with that power surge? That's your window. Get the bug planted without anyone noticing."

The room goes quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Everyone's thinking the same thing—one tiny mistake and this whole plan goes up in smoke.

"Remember," Flower says, voice serious, "this isn't about showing off. It's about getting in, getting it done, and getting out without anyone realizing what happened."

"And more importantly," RM cuts in, giving you and Jeon a look, "don't fucking die. The intel's not worth either of you."

"What about communication?" you ask, because there's one pretty big hole in this plan. "We can't exactly text each other in there."

"Subvocals," AD doesn't look up from his laptop, but his voice carries that bored confidence that means he knows exactly what he's talking about. "Basically fancy mics that pick up whispers. We'll hear everything, but you two can talk without anyone else noticing. Plus, we'll feed you intel as we get it. Just keep it quiet and you'll be fine."

V lets out this little laugh, eyes twinkling like he knows something no one else does. "Sure putting a lot of faith in luck here, aren't we?"

"Luck's got nothing to do with it." RM's interjects. "This is about being prepared, being skilled, and getting shit done. Don't forget who we are. What Kkangpae stands for."

The room goes quiet again. Then, he continues speaking:

"Once you get that bug planted and grab whatever intel you can, you get out. We're not starting a war. Not yet."

Then Jeon turns to look at you, all Chief-of-Tactical mode.

Stormy.

"We split up as soon as we're inside," he says, voice gone all hard and professional. "Cover more ground, draw less attention."

"Yeah, no." You don't even hesitate to shut that down. The plan's crystal clear in your head. "We stick together, follow the script. Only split when the power goes out. That's the signal."

He scoffs—actually scoffs—and crosses his arms. "You really think playing follow-the-leader's gonna work that long? We're wasting time the second we walk in. Better to improvise early."

"We're not there to improvise," you snap back, getting annoyed now. The air's starting to feel like a brewing thunderstorm. "We have a plan for a fucking reason, Jeon. The power surge is our cover. Until then, you're stuck with me."

His jaw does that tightening thing it does when someone challenges him.

Chief or not, you're not backing down on this.

"A package deal that screams 'we're obviously here to fuck shit up'." He's practically radiating frustration. "Splitting up makes more sense. It's tactical."

"It's reckless," you cut in, meeting his intensity head-on. "Since when do we pick 'making sense' over actually being smart about this? We split up before the power cut, and we're basically painting targets on our backs."

You can feel everyone in the room watching this verbal sparring match in slight disbelief.

"You're not fucking listening—" Jeon leans into your space.

"Because what you're saying is bullshit," you snap back, refusing to be intimidated even though he's practically looming over you. "We go in toge—"

"Too risky. We split up, maximize our—"

"—chances of getting our asses caught!" You talk right over him, blood rushing hot in your veins. "We stick to the fucking pla—"

"Which is basically asking to get pinched if we're joined at the hip," he fires back, and god, his voice shouldn't sound that hot when he's being this infuriating.

"Oh, and you think going rogue is the ans—"

"It's called thinking on your feet, sunshine. Maybe try it some—"

"Save the condescending shit," you cut in, sharp enough to draw blood. "We're not there to show—"

"—that we're fucking amateurs!" He's almost growling now, and the sound does things to you that you really don't want to examine.

Your voices keep rising, cutting each other off in this heated back-and-forth that's starting to feel less like an argument and more like foreplay.

"Enough." RM's voice drops like a bucket of cold water.

You and Jeon both shut up instantly, turning to face him like scolded kids.

The whole room goes dead quiet, everyone waiting to see how the Supreme Commander's going to handle this.

"Y/N's right," RM cuts in, voice carrying that don't-fuck-with-me tone whilst his eyes bounce between you and Jeon as he speaks. "We made this plan accounting for every possible fuck-up. You go in together, no improvising. The power surge is your cue. Until then, you're just a couple of traders looking to make a deal. We can't afford any slip-ups."

The way he says it leaves no room for argument. You can see Jeon's shoulders drop just a tiny bit, like he's accepting defeat but doesn't want to show it.

"Got it," you nod, trying to look all professional and shit.

Like you didn't just get into a verbal sparring match with your Chief in front of the whole Council.

Jeon takes a second, then gives this little nod that looks like it physically pains him.

"Understood," he echoes, finally looking at you.

And so there’s this weird moment where you're both just... staring at each other; as if calling a truce without actually saying anything.

As RM dismisses everyone, you feel that rush of adrenaline from arguing start to fade. Your shoulders relax, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

Right. This whole mission is riding on you and Jeon not fucking it up by going off-script.

You can feel Jeon next to you, his whole vibe changing. He's still got that unreadable expression, but he doesn't look ready to fight anymore.

Before you can make your grand exit, Jessi's voice cuts through the room, making both of you plant your feet on the ground.

"Don't worry, you two. All that sexual tension will make for some hot angry fucking after the mission." She winks at you both like she just said something clever instead of mortifying.

"That's not—we're not—" You start sputtering like an idiot, feeling your face go red.

"Ridiculous," Jeon snaps at the same time, scowling like Jessi just insulted his sniper skills or something.

Jessi just smirks, looking way too pleased with herself. "Whatever you say, lovebirds. Just come by my division after lunch. Gotta get you kitted out for this little adventure."

You open your mouth to tell her exactly where she can shove her assumptions, but she keeps talking.

"AD's gonna set up your access, so don't be late!" And with that, she struts out of the room like she owns the place.

You take a deep breath, trying to get your shit together.

Without a word, you and Jeon turn to leave.

There's still a ton of prep to do for this mission, and you'd rather face MDF unarmed than spend another second in this room with everyone's eyes on you.

The elevator feels way too empty when it’s only you and Jeon in it.

Trapped in a metal box after whatever that disaster of a Council meeting was.

The silence feels heavy, like all that heated arguing is still buzzing in the air.

You stand there trying to look casual, watching the floor numbers tick down like they're the most interesting thing you've ever seen.

But you can't help noticing how Jeon's jaw is doing that clenching thing again, his lips pressed together so tight they're practically disappearing. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, and his whole body's radiating tension like a coiled spring.

The silence is driving you insane.

So of course, before your brain can stop your mouth, you blurt out: "Just so we're clear, we are not having hot angry sex after this mission."

Great going girl. 10/10.

Jeon's head snaps toward you so fast you're worried he might get whiplash. One eyebrow shoots up in surprise, but then—oh—his expression shifts into that infuriating smirk.

"Aw, you sound disappointed," he says, voice dropping into that low, teasing register that definitely doesn't make your stomach flip.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as dramatically as possible. "Yeah, like I was last night."

"Excuse me?" The look of pure indignation on his face is actually priceless. "Pretty sure I had you begging."

"Begging?" You let out a laugh. "More like pointing out how fucking slow you were being."

You're going for casual disinterest, but the memories from last night keep trying to make your face heat up.

He actually laughs at that—this sharp, sudden sound that bounces off the elevator walls.

"Oh, is that what we're calling it now? Because I remember it more like... payback. For all that teasing." His eyes drop to your ass for a second. "Bending over until I couldn't take it anymore..."

You cross your arms, leaning back against the wall like this conversation isn't affecting you at all.

"That wasn't teasing. That was strategic mission preparation." You can't help the sly smile that creeps onto your face. "Besides, you're the one who changed the sleeping arrangement to fucking."

"A strategic move, huh?" His mouth does that little twitch that means he's trying not to smile. "Well, it fucking worked."

"Yeah, you broke so easily." You roll your eyes, but you can feel yourself starting to smile too. "Just for sex"

"Pretty damn good sex, if I might add." He says it like he's stating the weather, but that smirk is getting bigger.

Before you can even process what's happening, his hand shoots out to the elevator panel. The emergency stop button makes this loud clicking sound, and the whole thing jerks to a halt with this deep rumble that you feel in your bones.

Suddenly the space feels way too small, and all you can hear is your own breathing getting heavier.

Yeah. Yeah, he’s stopped the fucking elevator.

"What the actual fuck, Jeon?" You try to sound annoyed, but the words get stuck in your throat because he's moving into your space like he owns it, like he has every right to be this close.

Then you're trapped between his arms and the cold elevator wall, and fuck—the way he's looking at you makes you feel naked already.

Your heart's going crazy in your chest, completely betraying how irritated you're pretending to be. Heat starts pooling between your legs, and it's honestly embarrassing how quickly your body responds to him.

"We can't—" Your voice comes out all breathy and pathetic. "We can't do this here."

The smile he gives you is pure sin as he leans in closer, close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin, static wrapping around you, making it hard to think straight.

"Why not?"

"Because we're in a fucking elevator—"

"No cameras." He cuts you off like he's been waiting for this excuse.

You try to swallow but your throat's gone dry. Your sling feels itchy against your skin, probably because your whole body's remembering what happened last night.

"People are gonna notice if the elevator's stuck—"

"Maintenance issue." He says it so fast you know he's thought about this before.

"Jeon—" You start to argue, but then his eyes drop to your mouth and your brain just... stops working.

You know you should push him away. That's what any sane person would do. But there's something about Jeon that makes your brain stop working right—like a magnet pulling you in no matter how hard you try to resist. Every cell in your body is screaming at you to just grab him and kiss him already.

Right when you're about to say fuck it and give in, he pulls back.

And the look in his eyes? Pure evil, like he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Sunshine," he practically purrs, voice gone all low and rough in a way that makes heat pool in your stomach, "you're too eager."

The elevator dings, saving you from doing something stupid.

He steps out onto his floor without another word, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face like he just won something.

You slump against the wall the second the doors close, letting out this huge breath you didn't even realize you were holding

As the elevator keeps moving, the whole thing feels kind of surreal—like maybe you imagined him pressing you up against the wall and looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

But the way your skin's still tingling tells you it definitely happened.

When the doors open on your floor, it's like stepping back into the real world.

One where you need to figure out what the hell to tell Yunjin about where you've been all night. She's way too perceptive for her own good, and she definitely noticed you didn't come to your room to sleep.

You walk to your room trying to come up with something believable.

Maybe you were up all night studying mission plans? Or got restless and went wandering around the common areas?

Your brain's still kind of fuzzy from having Jeon all up in your space, which isn't helping with the whole creative lying thing.

But when you push open your door, Yunjin spins around like she's been caught doing something wrong. Her eyes are all wide and guilty, and before you can even open your mouth to make up some excuse about where you've been, she starts talking.

"Okay, before you give me shit for not sleeping here last night—" The words come tumbling out of her like she can't get them out fast enough. "You won't believe what happened. I was just gonna have a few drinks with V, you know, just to chill..."

Well. You surely didn't expect that.

You stand there trying to process the flood of information Yunjin's dumping on you. She's so caught up in her story she doesn't even notice your brain short-circuiting.

"And I know we said to stay away from V's whole... thing, but fuck—" She's practically vibrating with excitement. "We've been dancing around each other for weeks, and last night was just—"

"Yunjin, hold up." You raise a hand to stop her word-vomit. "Are you telling me you spent the night with V? Like, you and V actually—"

You don't finish the sentence because honestly, you don't need to. The implication is heavy enough to sink a ship.

She bites her lip and nods, looking somewhere between guilty and smug.

"Yeah, we fucked..." Her voice trails off before picking right back up. "And let me tell you, it was good. Like, he's not even into all that scary shit everyone thinks he is? But his chaotic energy definitely carries over to bed, god, if you only knew—"

You can't help the snort spreading across your face.

Here you were worrying about how to explain your own night away, and Yunjin's gone and done the exact same thing.

There's something kind of poetic about both of you getting tangled up with people you definitely shouldn't be touching.

A laugh bubbles up in your throat. "Okay, spare me the details. But I'm glad you had fun with your psychopath."

"It was actually really nice?" She's got this dreamy look that would be cute if she wasn't talking about the gang's resident knife enthusiast. "I know we said getting involved with him was a bad idea, but..."

She shrugs, looking almost shy.

"Sometimes you can't help who you want to climb like a tree."

You nod because fuck—isn't that the truth? Your body's still kind of sore from climbing your own dangerous tree last night.

Quick thinking has you saying, "I had an early Council meeting about the mission."

It's not exactly a lie. You did have a meeting. The fact that you came straight from Jeon's bed to it is just... details.

Yunjin seems to buy it, but then her eyes narrow and this little smirk appears on her face.

"Speaking of details... that shirt looks a bit big on you." She eyes the obviously oversized fabric. "Almost like it belongs to someone else. Someone tall, maybe? Tattooed?"

Heat creeps up your neck as you tug at the shirt that definitely belongs to Jeon.

"It's just comfortable," you mutter, but even you don't believe that weak excuse.

"Sure it is." Yunjin's laugh is rather a sneer. "Tell Jeon I said hi."

She throws you a wink and you roll your eyes, but you can't quite fight the smile tugging at your lips.

At least you're not the only one fucking a chief.

The scanner actually flashes green when you swipe your card, which is weird.

Usually you only get access to the Seduction floor and common areas, but apparently Jessi wasn't kidding about AD setting up clearance to her realm for you.

You hit the button for the 9th floor and watch the numbers tick up.

The doors slide open to a completely different vibe from what you're used to.

Gone is all that minimalist tech stuff from AD's floor or the sterile efficiency of Assassination.

The Weapons Division looks exactly like what it is—a place that deals in death. The lights are dim, pipes running everywhere like exposed veins, and the floor's just straight-up concrete. No fancy finishes here.

You've maybe been here like, three times? And every visit feels like stepping into some alternate universe inside Kkangpae's castle. The contrast between this and your division's sleek aesthetic is wild.

"Well, well, look who we have here!"

The voice booms through the hallway, making you jump.

You turn to find this huge guy with a green mullet heading your way, covered in neck tattoos that probably tell some interesting stories. You're pretty sure his name is Jae? He's Jessi's second-in-command, but you've barely exchanged two words with him before.

Not that you'd know it from how he grins at you like you're old friends.

"Jessi's waiting on you," he says, slapping your back hard enough to make you stumble forward. (What is it with these Weapons Division people and casual violence?) "Come on, can't keep the boss lady hanging."

You follow Mullet Man through these massive double doors and holy shit—the weapons depot is huge. The ceiling's so high it's got actual walkways crisscrossing it, leading to what looks like storage units. Every table is packed with enough firepower to start a small war: rifles, handguns, knives, stuff you don't even have names for.

Jessi's off to one side, checking out this fancy-looking automatic rifle like she's shopping for groceries. Her fiery aura fills the space with heating energy.

When she spots you, those red lips curl into this knowing smirk that makes you kind of nervous.

"Right on time," she says, putting down the gun like it's no big deal. "Now we just gotta wait for lover boy to complete the set."

Jae throws up this exaggerated salute and swaggers off, leaving you perched on a nearby stool while Jessi's aura dances around like actual flames.

Jessi leans back against one of the weapon-covered tables, arms crossed and this knowing look in her eyes that makes you kind of nervous.

"That was quite the show this morning. Never seen Jeon actually engage like that before."

"What do you mean?" You frown, thinking about how often Jeon and V are at each other's throats. "He fights with V all the time."

"Nah, that's different." She shakes her head, red hair swaying. "When he fights with V, it's all explosions and death threats. Pure chaos."

Her hands make this exaggerated boom motion.

"But this morning? That was like... verbal foreplay. He was actually in there with you, giving as good as he got."

You think about that for a second.

Now that she mentions it, Jeon does usually just... shut down when other people try to argue with him. Goes all cold and distant, like he can't be bothered to even engage.

But this morning he was right there with you, matching your energy blow for blow.

"Huh." The realization hits you harder than it probably should. "He's not usually much for back-and-forth, is he?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Jessi looks way too pleased with herself. "That emotionally constipated asshole usually keeps everyone at a distance. But you?" She wiggles her eyebrows in this ridiculous way. "Something's different..."

Your face heats up because fuck—she's not wrong. But you are absolutely not having this conversation right now.

"So anyway," you say quickly, probably not as smooth as you think, "what kind of gear are we talking about here?"

Jessi's smirk says she knows exactly what you're doing, but she lets it slide.

Instead, she turns to this impressive spread of weapons and gadgets laid out on the table. Some of them look deadly enough to make you nervous just looking at them.

"Only the best for our star infiltration team," she says, sounding like a proud mom showing off her kid's artwork. "Let's talk comm units first..."

Then, you catch it.

That woodsy, pine scent that clings to him like his leather jacket.

You don’t even need to turn around to know it’s him.

Jeon appears in the doorway looking unfairly good in his all-black everything, like some kind of high-fashion assassin.

When his eyes find you and Jessi, one eyebrow goes up.

"Starting without me?" His voice is dry as desert.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Jessi's teasing, but then her expression turns into something more devious. "I was just telling your partner here how I've never seen you get so fired up before. Something about her really pushes your buttons, huh?"

You kind of want to melt into the concrete floor. Leave it to Jessi to stir shit up just because she can.

But Jeon just shrugs, cool as ever.

"Just discussing strategy." His voice gives absolutely nothing away, which is honestly impressive considering how heated he got earlier.

Jessi looks kind of disappointed that she couldn't get a reaction out of him. Classic Jeon, refusing to take the bait. She lets out this dramatic sigh and turns back to all the gear spread out on the table.

"Well, now that his highness has graced us with his presence," she says, standing up with that natural grace she has, "let's get you both looking the part. Can't have you walking into MDF territory looking like gang members, can we?"

You follow her through the rows of weapons and equipment. It's kind of amazing how she knows exactly where everything is in this massive space. Her energy is contagious—she's clearly in her element here, surrounded by all these tools of destruction.

The weapons depot starts feeling less like an armory and more like some underground fashion studio as you walk deeper in.

Because of course, procurement doesn’t only mean weapons and human resource.

Apparently, it also means Jessi has a pass to turn a room full of deadly weapons into her personal styling space.

There's this sectioned-off area that looks like a makeshift dressing room, complete with different fabrics hanging everywhere.

"Over here, Jeon." Jessi's voice has that tone that means she's already planning something. She looks him up and down like she's mentally redesigning his whole outfit.

Jeon follows her, trying to look like he's not into it, but you can see the interest in his eyes. You hang back a bit, kind of enjoying watching him get the Jessi treatment.

Jessi starts pulling stuff from these racks that look like someone couldn't decide if they were making tactical gear or runway fashion. Every piece somehow manages to be both bulletproof and stupidly stylish.

First up for Jeon: this black suit that catches the light in a way that's definitely not standard issue.

"Put this on," she tells him, shoving the suit in his hands. "It's reinforced—won't stop a bullet, but a knife won't get through."

He disappears behind this makeshift changing screen, and you're definitely not counting the seconds until he comes back out.

When he does, though... fuck.

The suit fits him like it was painted on, showing off all those muscles you're way too familiar with now. The jacket makes his shoulders look even broader, and the pants are doing criminal things to his legs. He looks like he walked straight out of some high-end assassin movie.

"You could probably kill someone just by walking into a room looking like that," you say before you can stop yourself. Your voice definitely doesn't sound as casual as you meant it to.

The smug bastard actually smirks at that. "Wouldn't be the first time."

But Jessi's not having it. She shakes her head, looking at him like an artist who's not quite happy with their work.

"Too polished. We need dangerous, not James Bond. Try this instead."

She pulls out this whole new look: leather jacket that probably costs more than anything you own (which is not much), deep maroon shirt that's somehow both simple and expensive-looking, and black jeans that you just know are going to be trouble.

When he steps out this time, his whole aura shifts.

The leather sits on his shoulders like it belongs there, and that hint of maroon under all the black just... works.

He looks like someone who could sweet-talk his way into a deal and then burn the whole place down if it goes wrong.

"Now that's more like it," Jessi says, looking satisfied. "Says 'I do business, but I also do crime' in all the right ways."

You find yourself nodding along because damn.

He looks exactly like what a high-level arms dealer should look—dangerous enough to take seriously, stylish enough to have clearly made money doing it.

Jeon catches you staring and raises an eyebrow, like he's asking what you think. You give him a small nod because what else can you do? He looks f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶h̶o̶t̶ good.

Really good.

Jessi rummages through another rack and pulls out this long-sleeved black shirt.

"Here, put this under the jacket. The fabric's breathable but bulletproof-adjacent. Won't stop a direct hit, but it'll give you a fighting chance."

Jeon shrugs off the leather jacket and slips the shirt on. It's thin but looks sturdy—perfect for someone who might need to move fast or fight their way out of trouble.

Jessi finally steps back, eyeing him like she's inspecting a weapon.

"Not bad. Looks casual enough that no one'll think twice, but you can actually move in it." She hands him back the leather jacket. "Try it all together."

You try to look professional while he puts the jacket back on over the maroon shirt and black base layer, but fuck—the whole ensemble is perfect.

The layers somehow make him look even more dangerous, like he could either charm you or kill you and you wouldn't know which until it was too late.

While Jeon and Jessi get into some deep discussion about fabric weights and mobility ranges, you're kind of amazed at how much thought goes into this.

It's not just picking out nice clothes—every piece has to tell the right story without saying a word.

One wrong detail and the whole cover's blown.

The attention to detail is actually impressive. Jessi knows exactly how to make someone look dangerous but approachable, wealthy but not flashy.

In this world, the wrong outfit can get you killed as quick as the wrong word.

You watch them fine-tune every detail, fascinated by how each adjustment shapes the character Jeon's going to play. And then… The final touch.This plain black watch that probably has fifteen different ways to kill someone. Jeon checks it over with that focused look he gets when he's handling weapons.

"Nice," is all he says, strapping it on.

Standing there in his perfectly crafted outfit, Jeon looks like he was born to play this role. Then Jessi turns to you with this wicked gleam in her eyes that makes your stomach drop.

"Your turn, beautiful," she says, gesturing at another rack of clothes. "Let's make you look expensive but deadly."

Something tells you this is going to be way more complicated than just picking out a nice dress.

You step forward to check out what Jessi's picked out, and damn—she really knows what she's doing. Every piece looks like it was chosen to tell a specific story about who you're supposed to be for this mission.

First up is this skin-tight dress that practically screams ‘honey trap.’ Jessi takes one look and tosses it aside with a muttered "too fucking obvious."

Then there's this whole secretary fantasy thing with a high-necked blouse and pencil skirt, but that gets vetoed too. ("Can't fight for shit in that.")

Then she hands you this black button-up that feels expensive as hell, paired with these tailored pants that feel way too nice to the touch. The fabric's got that perfect balance—soft enough to feel good but sturdy enough to take a beating if things go south.

When you slip into it, something shifts. The shirt fits in all the right places, making you feel d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶o̶u̶s̶ powerful. And the pants? They let you move like you might need to throw down at any second, which, considering it's MDF territory you're heading into, isn't exactly unlikely.

You step out to get Jessi's opinion.

And catch Jeon straight-up staring at your ass.

You’re not surprised.

When you meet his eyes, he looks away so fast it's actually kind of funny, pressing his lips together like he's trying not to smile. He looks like a kid who just got caught stealing cookies, and something about that expression makes you bite back a smile of your own.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Jessi says, looking you over with that critical eye of hers. "You look like someone who could either make a deal or break some kneecaps. Perfect."

The outfit's actually making you feel kind of invincible. (The fact that it got Mr. Perfect Sniper all flustered doesn't hurt either.) You do a little turn, testing how it moves. Everything feels right—professional enough to be taken seriously, but with enough edge to remind people you're not someone to fuck with.

"Hold up," Jessi says suddenly, her eyes getting that dangerous glint that usually means trouble. "Got one more thing. Don't move."

She strides off into her weapons paradise, leaving you standing there wondering what else she could possibly have planned.

You definitely don't check if Jeon's still watching.

(Okay, that's a lie. You totally do.)

The button-up fits you like it was made for you—professional enough to command respect but with just enough something to make heads turn. You're fiddling with the collar when you notice it's buttoned kind of low. Like, maybe too low for a serious arms deal. But before you can decide whether to fix it, Jeon's suddenly right there in your space.

"Let me," he says, voice gone all low and rough (molten lava in your stomach)

His fingers brush against your skin as he does up that one button over your chest, and fuck—that tiny touch has your brain stuttering a bit.

Probably because your body remembers what those fingers can do.

When you look up at him (because of course he's using his height to loom over you like the smug bastard he is), his eyes are dark enough to drown in.

The little gleam swimming in them tells you he knows exactly what he's doing.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" you say, trying to sound annoyed even though you can feel yourself starting to smile.

"Immensely." He says; and his voice is pure sin wrapped in amusement.

He just keeps staring at you with this intensity that makes it hard to breathe, like he's thinking about all the ways he could mess up your perfectly put-together outfit.

Then Jessi bursts back in, completely ruining the moment.

"Found it!" She's waving around this black blazer like she just discovered buried treasure.

Jeon steps back, but not before giving you one last look that promises later. That little smirk is still playing on his lips as Jessi throws the blazer over your shoulders like she's putting the final touch on a masterpiece.

While Jessi goes over the tech specs of your gear, you sneak another look at Jeon. That heated playfulness from earlier is gone, replaced by that laser-focused look he gets when he's in Chief mode.

But there's still this... tension hanging in the air between you, like neither of you has quite forgotten what almost happened in that elevator.

Jessi then looks you both up and down with this satisfied smirk, like an artist admiring her masterpiece.

You have to admit, she knows what she's doing—the outfits are perfect for your cover, walking that line between dangerous and professional.

"Now for the fun part," she says, suddenly all business. "Let's get you two properly armed."

She leads you deeper into her weapons paradise, stopping at what looks like a plain wall. But when she presses her hand against this hidden scanner, the whole thing comes alive with soft beeps and whirs. A keypad appears, and Jessi punches in some code faster than you can follow.

The wall basically transforms, splitting open to reveal these massive hidden cabinets that look straight out of a spy movie.

Inside is enough firepower to start (or end) a small war, all arranged with the kind of precision that would make Jeon proud.

You've seen weapons before—kind of comes with the whole gang thing—but this is different.

Every gun, knife, and thing-you-don't-even-have-a-name-for gleams under the lights like they're on display in some very deadly museum.

"For when things get up close and personal," Jessi says, picking up this compact black handgun, "you'll want this beauty."

She hands you a Glock 26, and fuck—it's heavier than it looks.

"Small enough to hide, big enough to make someone regret their life choices."

Then she turns to Jeon with a different gun. "You get the Sig P226. More range, more punch. You can hang back and give her cover while she works her magic up close."

Jeon takes the gun and with a flick of his wrist, he expertly checks the chamber and magazine. You can't understand why your brain thinks that's hot, but the little nod he gives tells you Jessi picked right.

She keeps pulling out more gear—silencers that look way too professional, extra magazines, these holsters that probably cost more than your monthly pay. Then come the knives, small enough to hide pretty much anywhere but sharp enough to make you nervous just looking at them.

Jessi's whole vibe changes as she finishes arming you up. "These aren't just fancy accessories. Every time you pull one of these, you're making a choice that could end someone—maybe even yourself."

The weight of what she's saying hits different when you're actually holding deadly weapons. Her eyes lock onto yours, and you can tell she's trusting you not to fuck this up.

"One more thing," she says, pulling this fancy-looking gadget from a drawer. "Multi-tool kit. Has everything from basic lock picks to a mini torch. Trust me, you'll want options when shit hits the fan."

She hands it to Jeon, who clips it to his belt with practiced ease. (Of course he knows exactly what to do with it—guy probably has a whole collection of spy gear at home.)

Jessi takes a step back, giving you both this final once-over that feels kind of like a proud mom sending her kids off to prom.

(If prom involved infiltrating a rival gang's hideout.)

"You're good to go. Just remember—get in, do the job, get out. Don't try to be heroes."

Her words stick with you as you follow her out of the weapons room.

You walk through another set of doors to find a…

Holy shit. The garage is massive.

It's like walking into some billionaire's private car collection, except every vehicle probably has hidden gun compartments or something.

So Jessi's definitely got a thing for cars. There's everything from flashy Lamborghinis to those huge Bentleys that scream ‘I’m rich and probably dangerous.’ Motorcycles, sports cars, even some vehicles that look straight-up bulletproof—all lined up like some very deadly candy shop.

You're starting to think maybe the weapons aren't even Jessi's favorite toys.

Jessi leads you through her collection of cars like a proud mom showing off her kids' trophies. She stops at this black Lamborghini that looks expensive enough to make your eyes water. The lights bounce off its surface like it's made of pure money.

"This baby right here?" She runs her hand over the hood like she's petting a cat. "Zero to sixty in 2.8 seconds. Makes people's heads turn so fast they get whiplash."

Then she drags you over to this Bentley that screams old money.

"And this beauty? When you need people to think you've got more dollars than sense." The inside looks like someone skinned a whole herd of very expensive cows and covered it in fancy wood.

"We're taking my bike."

Jeon's voice cuts through Jessi's car tour sharply.

He says it like it's already decided, which—knowing him—it probably is.

Jessi whips around to look at him, and fuck—her fiery aura actually flares up like she's about to burst into flames.

"Are you kidding me? Look at these beauties!" She waves at her collection. "They're begging for some action!"

But Jeon just shakes his head. "Bike's more maneuverable. Better control. Makes more sense for what we need."

"Ugh, fine." Jessi throws one last longing look at the Lamborghini like she's saying goodbye to a child. "But I swear to god, one of these days I'm getting your ass in one of these cars."

The little smirk Jeon gives her actually looks kind of fond. "Keep dreaming."

So you follow him to another part of the garage where his bike's parked.

It's this sleek, black monster of a machine that somehow manages to look both subtle and dangerous—kind of like its owner. The thing practically radiates power, but in that quiet way that says it doesn't need to show off.

Jessi watches Jeon check over the bike with this resigned look.

He runs his hands over the handlebars, checking everything with the kind of attention to detail you'd expect from someone who regularly makes impossible shots from a mile away.

"At least you take care of my presents," she mutters, but there's no real heat in it.

Jeon just nods, swinging his leg over the bike like he was born to ride it. When he turns to look at you, his face has gone all serious again.

"You good?"

You nod, feeling your heart start picking up speed.

This is really happening.

Jessi steps back, smiles, and then just waves you two off, not before adding something else.

"Watch your asses out there. And remember—you need backup, we're just a call away."

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[nicolesainz]

It's ok, I'm ok! (LN4)

Lando Norris x f!reader

Author's note: Tate McRae slowed versions of her songs are perfect for fanfic writing!

Summary: Sky Sports has hired a new and upcoming reporter, filling in for races that the big names will be absent. You seem to get the best out of the drivers, especially Lando Norris who has the most crooked PR image lately. Even if he behaves in front of the camera, it doesn't mean the cracks won't stop growing.

Warning: 18+, minors dni! smut, explicit content!

"TV pen, who is on the list this time?" I ask Natalie while I am trying to set up the microphone and my headset.

"Uh, Lance, uh, George and oh, Mr. Loverboy Norris." she playfully nudges me while reading out the names.

"Lando? Again? I have had to interview him for the past 4 races."

"You are the only one who can get full sentences out of him. He started off the season with 3-4 words per answer but now, things have improved."

"Please Natalie, tell him to maybe be a more decent. He keeps eyeing me up and down and I can barely make out the words I have written in my cards."

Lando is very charming, sweet and a bit annoying. Whenever we cut the cameras and there aren't many people around, he always tries to flirt with me. Compliments my looks, my manners and how I constantly blush whenever he shows up at the panel.

"Oh come on, that's the way he has always been since he started. He seems to be very fond of you, in comparison to the rest of us. Play along with his tricks."

It is true, Lando has had the playboy persona following him for quite some time and he truly is owning up to it without a care in the world. A playboy in the sense of being charismatic and innocently hitting on others, not the whole 'being with a different girl every race week'.

"Why hello beautiful ladies! Long time no see." His voice sends chills down my spine as it echoes in my ears sweetly. Both Natalie and I turn to face him with two huge grins formed on.

"You two look suspicious. What have you done? Are you not happy to see me, y/n?" Lando frowns the moment he ends his sentence and my heart instantly twitches. How can anyone not be happy to see Lando or be around him?

"Course not Lan. Simply was telling Natalie a few issues I had. Nothing important." I gather up my words and put out a fake cough to prepare for the start of the interview.

"Who hurt you? I will deal with them. Nobody messes with my favourite girl." Lando gets all tensed up, thinking I was being serious.

"Scratch that, he is obsessed with you and simply we all else don't exist. Good luck." Natalie whispers in my ear as she softly pats my back before leaving.

"It's ok Lando. I am okay. So, shall we start?" I look up to be met with his dazzling green eyes who hide nothing inside them, but genuine worry about my hypothetical problem.

Thankfully the interview rolls out very smoothly. No shocking statements, everything in words that the media won't be able to twist and simple happiness, which was something Lando hadn't been able to express in recent interviews.

"Say now, who is this person you have a few issues with? Can I help anyhow?" Lando asks for the third time today, since for the whole ride back to the hotel I was trying to avoid giving him an answer. I really don't wanna say anything to offend him.

"Really, everything is fine. You don't have to worry about me."

"You know I don't have the best of relationships with media people, but ever since you came around, I feel more relaxed and comfortable around the TV Pen. Please let me make your experience even more enjoyable."

Lando twisted the knife around my heart even tighter. It's not like his flirting makes me uncomfortable. I want to keep things professional but he makes it so difficult for me to resist him. I really don't want to neither make a fool of myself in front of him, if this turns out to be innocent flirting, nor have any issues with my co-workers at Sky and my employers.

"I will stay outside your room all night if you don't tell me what's going on."

"You're as stubborn off track, as you are on track as well?"

"You could test that if you want, darling."

My stomach dropped the moment he uttered those words.

"You clearly have been testing me all this time in other ways."

"How? I don't understand." Lando looked at me with a severely confused manner.

"Am I the only reporter you have been flirting with?"

"Where do you want me to swear?"

"A simple yes or no will do."

He sighed and took a step back to give me space to breathe. He seemed defeated and a bit hurt with my accusation.

"You are the only person I am feeling comfortable with, besides a few drivers. I see you more often than my own family. You never shame me in public, no matter a good or bad performance. Always try to defend my image after a few slips this season. Do you seriously believe that I would focus my attention on anyone else besides you? You are wonderful, y/n. I am sorry if I led you to believe the opposite."

I was left speechless. Maybe Natalie's words after all were true. Lando does feel more comfortable around me than many others in the paddock. I could feel my cheeks reddening and a wave of guilt washing me over.

"Lando, I am so sorry. I just didn't want our relationship to be ruined if all this was a simple innocent flirt. I didn't want it to get into my head and influence me negatively towards you."

"Trust me, this was more than simple flirting. I can keep evolving it if you allow me to."

"But now that I have told you my 'issue' you wont stay outside my room."

"Again, I hope you allow me to show you what I really feel. Which kind of requires you letting me inside your room."

Bells inside my brain were manically ringing to grand him access and test the water of what this could turn into. As if my attraction towards Lando wasn't already obvious, the last thing I needed was to reject his offer.

I take the card key outside of my back pocket and open the door, but before I could invite Lando in, his hand had been tangled around my waist and his lips crash into mine, sucking all the air from my lungs. With a swift move he picks me up and twirls me all the way to the king sized bed.

My fingers slip under his shirt, removing it in a matter of seconds and finally being met with his tanned chest and beautiful silver cross necklace. With no alert, I feel my bralette loosening up and being thrown on the floor.

"Fucking stunning." Lando murmurs before he traces my nipples with his index finger, earning a soft moan from me. I am so easily aroused by his actions that even the slightest movement can drive me crazy.

Above the bedpost, there is a beautiful painting of a couple, in which the man is kissing and admiring his lady's womanhood. Lando takes a quick look at it, with a huge grin being shaped on his lips.

"Let me get a taste of you baby." Both his arms grasp my thighs and place them around his neck, with Lando winking at me and in a few moments, placing his mouth on top my coursing wet world. Kissing, sucking and endless licking caused my knuckles to harden from the constant pulling of the sheets.

"Fuck me." I blurt out senselessly as Lando's tongue flicks up my soft spot and I harshly pull on his curls.

"Literally any time of the day." he responds as I feel his manhood closing up all the space inside me. Warmth fills my heart and brain and I am starting to feel delirious.

His middle finger is playing with my clit, while he is thrusting inside me tirelessly, slowly clenching around him, tracing the veins around his cock.

"A monaco race winner has never felt so good" I mutter in between my teeth.

"Thousand times better being with you than on top of the podium" he moans getting closer on edge.

[revcleo]

It's not a song about hiv/aids, because it came out in 1975 and HIV was first diagnosed in the UK in 1981.

You can read Queen's comments on the song https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohemian_Rhapsody#Queen_comments_on_the_song

Here's what Freddy said about it in 1975 and 1976:

I always wanted to do something operatic. I wanted something with a mood setter at the start, going into a rock type of thing which completely breaks off into an opera section, a vicious twist and then returns to the theme. I don't really know anything about opera myself. Just certain pieces. I wanted to create what I thought Queen could do. It's not authentic... certainly not. It's no sort of pinch out of Magic Flute. It was as far as my limited capacity could take me.

I'm going to shatter some illusions, it was just one of those pieces I wrote for the album: just writing my batch of songs. In its early stages I almost rejected it, but then it grew. We started deciding on a single about halfway through. There were a few contenders—we were thinking of "The Prophet's Song" at one point—but then "Bohemian Rhapsody" seemed the one. There was a time when the others wanted to chop it around a bit, but I refused. If it was going to be released, it would be in its entirety. We knew it was very risky, but we had so much confidence in that song—I did anyway. I felt, underneath it all, that if it was successful it would earn a lot of respect. People were all going, You're joking, they'll never play it, you'll only hear the first few bars and then they'll fade it out. We had numerous rows. EMI were shocked—a six-minute single? You must be joking! The same in America—oh, you just got away with it in Britain.[231]

While Freddy's death is important, don't forget about his fucking life as well! Not everything he did was about the end of his life and not everything has to have a clear meaning!

every person can feel freddie’s presence in their souls when they sing MAMAAAAAA UUHHHH, I DONT WANNA DIE, I SOMETIMES I WISH I’VE NEVER BEEN BORN AT ALL with all the air in their lungs i’m not joking

[chiara8104]

Helloo!

*cough cough*

Alright, ignore the fact that I have no patience but hear me out:

A vacation with Carlos Sainz somewhere in like Italy and there's like so much fluff and some trouble communicating with Italians and at the end of the day they joke about different funny interactions in their day, tease each other. In the mornings, Carlos likes to make fresh pancakes because he says that everyone loves pancakes and then they both sit down together, eating and Carlos is just sweetly flirting but nothing suggestive, just really gentle. They go for a morning walk even if Carlos says he just wants to lay down in bed all day because he's not the most morning person to exist. But he ultimately listens to his woman because he's a 'good boyfriend' as he says. And blah, blah, blah, I could yap about this for hours.

Really, you do not have to write anything if you don't wish to, it's understandable, just make sure you're doing well and staying hydrated!

Mwah, (still thinking about an anon name)

❤️❤️❤️❤️

cuddles and gelato - C55

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a/n: heyyy im back. i’ve been in a slump recently, school has been so busy and i’ve genuinely had NO time to myself. anyway, i did well on physics test (A, your girl ateeee) and got into my schools choir and vocal jazz! anyway, this fic literally fuelled my passion for writing again. anyway don’t forget MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! lowkey nobody has been sending in requests which is another reason for me not posting!

carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, a bit suggestive (if u squint), not proofread (im too lazy so ignore my typos) , horribly translated spanish and italian (don’t come for me)

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The salty scent of the sea wafted through the open balcony doors, where the morning sun peeked into the room with a quiet persistence. A soft breeze fluttered the white curtains, and the faraway sound of waves lapping against the Amalfi cliffs was like nature’s lullaby turned morning anthem. You stirred under the linen sheets, still tangled in dreams, when the familiar scent of golden, sweet batter filled the air.

“Mi amor…” a low, slightly amused voice called from the doorway, dragging out the syllables in a sing-song tone. “Guess what time it is.”

You cracked one eye open to find Carlos standing there in pajama pants and a slightly-too-tight white t-shirt, a spatula in one hand and a mischievous smirk on his face.

“It’s way too early for your pancake campaign,” you groaned playfully, burying your face into the pillow.

Carlos chuckled, crossing the room in a few quick strides and sitting at the edge of the bed. “But everybody loves pancakes. Even you. Especially you. Don’t lie to me,” he said, poking your side gently.

You peeked at him again, this time grinning. “How do you have this much energy this early? You’re the one who whines about mornings every single day.”

He gasped with mock offense. “Whines? Me?” he pressed a hand to his chest. “I am simply… expressing my desire to stay in bed forever. With you, obviamente.”

You laughed, finally sitting up. The golden light painted Carlos in soft hues, highlighting the relaxed curls of his dark hair and the sparkle in his eyes that was reserved only for these quiet moments. “Alright, alright. You win. Pancakes first, then a walk.”

Carlos groaned, already anticipating your morning plans. “I knew you were going to say that. Can’t we just eat pancakes in bed and then… sleep again?”

You kissed his cheek. “Nope. You said you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember? Good boyfriends go on morning walks.”

He narrowed his eyes, but his lips curved into a smile. “You are using my words against me. I feel betrayed.” Still, he offered you his hand. “Come on. The pancakes are going to get cold, and I made the blueberry kind you like.”

⸻

Breakfast was always your favorite. Not just because of the pancakes—which were, admittedly, always perfectly fluffy and golden—but because of the way Carlos looked at you while you ate. Like you were a secret only he knew. Like nothing else in the world mattered.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you asked through a mouthful of syrupy pancake.

“I’m admiring my masterpiece,” he said, smug.

“The pancakes?”

He leaned closer over the little round table on the terrace and tapped your nose with his finger. “No. You, tonta.”

You rolled your eyes, hiding your smile behind your glass of orange juice. “Smooth, Sainz. Very smooth.”

⸻

Later, after you’d successfully dragged him out for a walk through the cobblestone streets of Positano, the real adventure began.

First, there was the incident at the tiny bakery on the corner, where Carlos tried to order un cornetto alla crema but somehow asked for a “cream horn for his aunt” instead. The barista gave him a very concerned look, and you had to step in, half laughing, half apologizing in your own clumsy Italian.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he grumbled, ears red, as you walked away with your pastries.

“I was enjoying the show,” you giggled. “Besides, I didn’t know you had an aunt who needed a cream horn.”

He glared at you playfully. “You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Then there was the beach umbrella fiasco, where Carlos tried to help set it up but ended up knocking over an entire row of chairs and getting scolded by an older Italian man who spoke rapid-fire and pointed dramatically. Carlos just kept nodding, saying, “Sì, sì, scusi, signore,” while you tried not to cry from laughter.

“I swear, I’m usually good with dads,” Carlos mumbled once you were finally settled with your umbrella—upright this time.

“Maybe just not Italian dads.”

⸻

By sunset, you were both sun-kissed, tired, and full of gelato.

Back at the apartment, you curled up on the couch together, legs tangled, heads resting on shoulders. The orange-pink glow of the evening painted the sky outside like a watercolor.

Carlos shifted so he could look at you, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You know… today was a disaster.”

You snorted. “A beautiful disaster.”

He laughed. “Seriously. I butchered the language, nearly took out a whole beach, and let you convince me to walk two miles before 10 a.m. I must really love you.”

You turned to him, eyes warm. “You do. But also, you’re a ‘good boyfriend,’ remember?”

Carlos groaned, throwing his head back. “You’re never letting that go either, are you?”

“Never,” you said, snuggling closer.

He kissed your forehead, his voice softer now. “Still the best vacation ever.”

⸻

The next morning…

Carlos made pancakes again. He always did. Even if he claimed to hate mornings, he never let you wake up without them. This time, he added lemon zest and ricotta to make them “extra Italian,” as he said, with a flourish.

You sat together at the same little table on the terrace, your feet on his lap, the world slow and quiet around you.

“You know,” he said between bites, “I was thinking. Maybe we should stay another week.”

You tilted your head. “Weren’t you just saying you couldn’t handle another day of my early walks and linguistic disasters?”

Carlos grinned. “True. But I think I could survive if it means more pancakes and watching you try to haggle over beach towels.”

You tossed a napkin at him. “Hey, I almost got us a deal.”

He caught it, laughing. “Almost. But the old lady definitely charged you more for calling her a ‘fiery sponge’ instead of a ‘bargaining queen.’”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning, while he leaned across the table to kiss your cheek.

“La mia ragazza… my brave, fearless, slightly confused tourist.”

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a/n: lmk what u think!! don’t forget requests r always open 🫶

xoxo chia!

[whytheylosttheirminds]

some news, with love

a little over a year ago, I was really lost and lonely, and hadn't felt creative in years. I started this blog and published my first rafe fic and to my absolute shock and delight - people liked it. that outlet and community means more to me than I can express.

part of this journey has been me realizing that writing is more than a hobby and I want to make a real honest go at it. I've enrolled in classes and I'm going back to school to study English, eager to learn everything I can and keep getting better and growing. am I good enough/lucky enough to ever get published for real? maybe not! but if I don't try, I'll never know. I decided to start by taking what I have of DCMK and reworking it (like a full overhaul) into an original novel, with original characters and stripping any obx references until it's just me and my lil characters left. If I ever do get published, you best believe that book will be dedicated to all 5k of you and anyone on here who ever made me feel like this lifelong dream could someday be a reality. thank you for reading along with me and showing support, it means literally everything to me <3

I recently hit 5k followers, a milestone that I honestly never thought I'd get to. when I realized I'd made it I felt so grateful, but I also felt something else- a quiet, sure voice in the back of my mind saying, "it's time to go."

with nothing but love and gratitude, I've decided to deactivate my blog and take my stories with me. as I've tried to continue writing my story, I realized that if I want to make my it into something that could become a novel, I can't keep writing it as a fanfic. don't get me wrong, I love fanfic so much and think so highly of it as an art form, I just want to do something different. It's scary to go do it on my own with no constant feedback, but I think I need to close myself in a room and go it alone if I want to ever really finish it.

so, this is what's best for me. I'm nervous and excited. I'm so sorry if you've grown attached to my works and are saddened by this, just please know I love you and I will carry you with me for the rest of my life (not hyperbole). DCMK, June Gloom, and Home for the Holidays will remain on AO3 for a little while. here is the link to that account.

after a little while, I'll be deleting DCMK from AO3 as well so I can pretty much completely start fresh on it. I will probably leave the others up but who knows!

I'm going to stick around for a day or two to say goodbye to my beautiful moots and say thank you thank you thank you into the void a few more times.

I love you all, I carry you with me, I'll miss you all the time.

as Taylor said, "you know, in your bones, when it's time to go." It's just my time.

I love you.

Thank you.

<3 Nat

[odileeclipse]

So…I supposed it’s fair to say you’re an outstanding author and so I’d like to ask for some advice! I wanna get into writing for fun in my free time but whenever I write I just kinda make it up as I go…and I’d like to know how you go about planning how a story goes? And how you lay it out and such. It would really help! Ps THANK YOU FOR TWO CHAPTERS IN A DAY YOU’VE BLESSED US 🫶🫶🫶

HEY! First of all thank you so much for being kind, and I'm thrilled on your behalf for writing for fun! That's how it should be!

So I just want to start of by saying there is no wrong or right way to write, the act of writing is learning, we gain new knowledge as we go, and any form of it is building resilience.

Making it up as you go is a valid and powerful method called discovery writing, I've done it too before, but I find for me I need a lot more structure, well personally I tend to make it up as I go for one-shots since they're short formed and don't require as much structure. In the sense that I can complete Freytag's triangle easily since everything would happen in one small story.

When I start planning a story I begin by asking what I want to accomplish with the story, and what I want the tone to be. I write out the characters I know will be in the story, I try to read up and write everything I know about them and then once I have that in mind and written down on a doc I can begin to outline my story.

I often keep a loose three-act structure in mind, but never let it box me in. The first act sets everything up who they are, what they want, and what’s missing. The second act brings tension, conflict, secrets, or obstacles. The third act is the shift: a choice, a change, a moment of clarity that echoes everything they’ve been through. Even if I deviate, that structure is a comfort. It reminds me what kind of journey I’m walking the reader through.

But above all, character drives everything. Before I even touch plot, I ask What does this character want? What are they afraid of? What do they believe about themselves, rightly or wrongly? A well-built character will naturally create story through their actions, reactions, and contradictions. That’s where real plot comes from people, not just events. (this is just my biased opinion)

From there, I usually write a “zero draft.” Not a first draft just chaos. No pressure to be pretty, coherent, or even readable. It’s where I let myself play and explore, knowing I’ll shape it later. (not always but sometimes) Alongside that, I open up a little ramble document where I talk to myself “Okay, what happens next? What’s her deal? Why would he react like that?”

Being your own co-writer your own curious narrator helps you break through blocks without feeling like you’re failing.

And honestly, the best thing I’ve learned is to be flexible. A plan isn’t a prison. If I fall in love with a different ending halfway through, I let myself follow it. If a character surprises me, I let them. Changing your mind isn’t giving up it’s discovering what the story really wants to be.

But I know what really helps is to learn rhetoric, and rhetorical appeals. It's not required at all but it does help, I'm sure you've already learned it in school before but it doesn't hurt to watch a short video on it.

If it helps, here's a mini template I use sometimes when planning chapters

Chapter X

Purpose: (What is this chapter doing? Revealing something? Deepening a relationship?)

Setting: (Where are we? Where will we go?)

Mood/Theme: (Soft? Tense? Bitter? Bittersweet?)

What changes: (By the end, what’s different?)

Key moments: (Write them out as bullet points.)

Sorry this was super long but my writing process mainly goes like that but of course I'm never confined by it, so I always can just go as I want but I make sure I write down what I changed and how I deviated from my original plan.

[i-cant-think-of-anything-to-say]

thank you for tagging meeee <3 <3

Last Song I Listened To: All The Young Dudes-- David Bowie

Favorite Color: Purple! I love all shades of purple, but I really love dark midnight purple and bright neon purple. 💜

Currently Watching: Bones & The Last of Us. I highly recommend both of them! And of course, my chronic Supernatural rewatch, if I don't watch at least one episode a day, I might actually die. Well, I guess I don't really know what would happen, because I've been doing this for years now, but it definitely wouldn't be good.

Last Movie: Dead Poets Society! If you want to cry uncontrollably, this is the movie for you. I never watched movies very often, but one day I decided to watch DPS because I kept seeing posts about it. My worst mistake and my best decision.

Currently Reading: I'm currently reading the Odyssey, or I would be reading it if I had time. I honestly haven't picked it up in days.

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Out of these three, I would choose savory, but I really like salty foods. It's so bad at this rate, my kidneys will give out before I reach 30.

Relationship: I'm aroace! I'm still not sure how I feel about having a QPR, but maybe one of these days I'll meet "the one."

Current Obsessions: I'm gonna have to say Batfam. I also have to give a shoutout to John Constantine

Last Googled: "ao3" I need my bedtime stories!

Currently Working On: Finals are coming up for me, so I'm currently calculating what grade I need on the Calculus Final to end up with at least a C average. My current grade in Calculus is a C, and I want to (hopefully) maintain that. But things aren't looking good, guys. Does anyone here know implicit differentiation?//hj. I also have a speech for American Lit. I need to write a business plan, make flashcards for Spanish vocab, and complete my Chemistry study guide for finals. My goal is to rewrite my U.S. History notes. I might make flashcards depending on how well I do on the practice test. I also want to start thinking about possibly posting on ao3. I promised myself that if I got a new computer, I'd write something, but then life got busy, so I said I'll wait until summer vacation. Now vacation is coming up in a few weeks, so I want to start preparing.

omg, just wrote an entire essay on my to-do list. we're gonna pretend that didnt happen and just move on to tags before the rambling gets worse.

im gonna be searching my followers list for the people i dont talk to often, i feel like i have so many mutuals that i never tag. So if you're one of those people: Hiii, welcome to my rambling! I hope we can get to know each other better <3 (IT GOT WORSE. I PHYSICALLY CAN NOT SHUT UP.)

npts <3 @books-bring-me-joy @sunflowermoonheart @outromoonyy @fluv0xamine @batfamazarath221 @penoffpaper @radhikas @audreyrose7 @addictedtohotchocolate @w1nterb3rrry @dissectedgrrl @thduckmaster @littleblackraincloudofcourse @gianni7867 @radioozone @royaldemon98 @overcastandunderachieving @oliveespineapples @captian-james-t-perfect-hair @zarans @juliasfanart @leosbrightstar @oxymoronicdumbass @its-dazey @inastarlesssky @iconicosmica @too-busy-for-this

nine people I would like to get to know better

Thank you @sentowritesstuff for tagging me!! I actually really like doing little games like this even if it’s something small it makes me happy lol

last song I listened to: I Hate It Here by Taylor Swift

favorite color: probably a really dark blue

currently watching: daredevil, andor s2, agent Carter, cloak and dagger, and a couple more

last movie: Avengers Infinity War

currently reading: Family of Liars by E. Lockhart

sweet, spicy, or savory: all of them!! I cant choose a favorite!!

relationship: single☹️ My crush doesn’t like me back and I refuse to talk to him

current obsessions: agent Carter, captain america and stucky in general (as usual), Star Wars, the naturals series, six of crows again, baking carrot cakes, and writing poetry about my shitty family

last googled: where to watch into the spiderverse?

currently working on: a speech for school, a poem series, and a fanfic about stucky

I’m going to tag: @spidersinsalem @olicitylighthome @aurore-boreal1s @scarfacemarston @bufferingsummers @onyx-di-angelo @crazysandwich @bloodorange17 & @mentalmeles

no pressure though if you’ve already done it or don’t want to

[thesovereignsring-if]

Hello! Your IF story inspired me to start my own IF game

Im thinking of using twine

And I would like to ask you if you had any tips or advice

Thank you!

Also side note I’m really excited and very interested in how this story is going to play out I already love the cast and can’t wait to see the rest!

OOoo thank you so much! I'm very flattered the game inspired you!

Twine has many different story formats, each with their own pros and cons. I personally use Sugarcube (I think next to Harlow, it is the most popular) so all my tips will be for Twine Sugarcube:

Basic tips:

Bookmark the Sugarcube V2 Document. This is your bible. It will have everything you need to use Twine. It's a daunting read, but I use it to troubleshoot when I forget how Macros work. I always have tab open for it.

Download a Twine Template. If you are brand new to Twine and making IFs, I heavily suggest downloading a template or two. Most of them come with tutorials and examples on how they work. Sometimes they even provide more helpful resources on Twine. I use Vahnya's Template II that I modified myself afterwards.

Study from pre-exisiting Twine IFs. Might be controversial, but I personally believe that diving in and seeing how other authors code and structure their stories helps a lot. Eventually you'll figure out a system and structure that works for you. It might not work for all games, but most Twine games can be downloaded and opened up in the twine editior. If you're worried about spoilers or upsetting people, feel free to download my game and see whats inside. I make multiple copies of the game, so any build I have out in the public is not the original build and therefore have no spoilers. I know it will look insane when you open it, but there's a method to the madness.

Writing and Planning:

Making an IF is no joke! Plan your story out, know your big variables, your branching routes and at least some part of your ending!! Try to stay as organized as possible. These projects and can will spiral out of control if you're not careful. I suggest having a giant excel sheet with tabs for important variables, chapter/scene breakdowns, wordcount and characters ect. Updating it will be a pain (that I am guilty of not doing) but will make developing easier. Even if you don't make a big project, its still good practise to do it.

#Stylesheet:

All the code in here relates to how the game looks. You can fiddle in there to configure the game to look how you want it to look. If you even want to see what element is tied to what ID code, the best thing to do is playtest the game (build >> play) and then leftclick and select "inspect element" you browser will open up the developer window and you see what elements are tied to what and even play around with the contents to test out CSS elements you like.

This website is a great resource on using CSS and other coding language. I personally used it many time to modify my game.

Helpful resources and Macros:

Chapel has made a LOT of custom macros that you can add to your game. You can find the list here.

But the most important one is the Pronoun Template. It might be confusing at first but one you understand how it work, its a great tool to have. You can even add gendered titles so that they work with the pronoun template.

Idrellegame is a great resource on coding in Twine. You can find the list here. It helped me out when starting out.

Exporting to Itch:

I never see people talk about Butler when it comes to uploading If games onto itch.io, so i'm doing it now.

What is Butler? Its a command-line tool that Itch made to upload your game onto Itch.io quickly and reliably.

The documentation is here. And I suggest coping and pasting the export codes onto a doc so you can use them for every update afterwards.

Here is a youtube tutorial you can follow along as well: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JCJa5iWREM

I personally have the Butler on the Itchio.app so that's its always up to date.

Thats all I can offer off the top of my head, if you or anyone wants some help on something specifically, feel free to DM me or drop another ask in the inbox. Always happy to help. Working in twine is very overwhelming for newcomers.

[fordtato]

whats your process for writing scripts? specifically the ones with the giant corkboards. im trying to write a video essay myself, and im not sure how to go about it

Good question! It really changes from video to video. but typically, it begins broad and then gets narrowed down to little details.

I open a google doc and put the vague concept for the video up top. From there i outline out the things i want to cover, listing out the more narrow concepts, like an outline, and then fill out the spaces under them whenever i think of something. Like, I might think of a line or a joke or a detail and then open the doc and put it under the right heading.

This means that the video is almost never written in order, it's written at the whims of whatever i happen to be thinking about on a given day, or whatever detail I uncover accidentally in my research that I realize NEEDS to be added or placed in a specific section.

Somewhere during this process, i'm thinking about props and set design, and so i add color-coded notes to the script in appropriate places, usually purple notes for something i put on the screen in my edit, and orange or blue for a physical item I hold up when I say a specific line.

At this point, the framing device starts to form. In this instance, it would be a corkboard. So I go through the script, one thing at a time, and add a color-coded line next to each spoken line indicating what needs to be added to the corkboard. I also might have a separate doc or a canva file where I plan out everything I need on the corkboard in the end, so I could then distribute those elements through the script.

The thing is, though, I don't do any of this in the order listed above specifically. Everything is being done at once, from researching to writing to planning out makeup and costumes to planning out the corkboard. But it averages out to at least an hour or two every day, split up throughout the day.

An additional tip I have is to also have a notepad on your phone, SEPARATE from your google doc, to write down jokes or lines or ideas if you think of them away from your computer. Do NOT read through your script before you do it, just add the idea to the phone notepad, and then leave it there for a while. And once every few days, go through the notepad and decide which ideas should be added to the doc and where, and then empty the notepad out. Sometimes when you are staring at a single document, you end up getting stale, or only thinking of ideas related to the stuff in the doc. so having a separate space to just stick stuff helps me ensure I'm adding new ideas and details that might be more out of left field.

I also recommend talking to friends about your ideas in a phonecall or discord call, out loud, regularly. When you explain stuff to people, your brain is able to think of shortcuts in efficiently delivering information. It is easy, when you sit down and write a massive video, to accidentally write 3 paragraphs where 1 would be fine, because we don't write the way we speak out loud. In verbal conversation, we are more direct (usually, in my experience, at least). You also will likely come up with jokes when talking to your friends, because you are relaxed and just chatting about something you enjoy, and that is where the gold is. You want to write those jokes down immediately in your little phone notepad. Trust me, it is easier to come up with video jokes when chatting with friends than it is when you are staring at a script begging yourself to be funny or witty.

Hope this helps, and good luck!

[smoltimidturtle]

Time for part 2!!!! Also another warning for spoilers of OW!

Day 16: If you went to wonderland, what would your wish be? Do you think you'd eventually be corrupted?

To know what it feels like to be loved....or to know what it feels like to be wanted/needed and not always an after thought/forgotten about.

Yeeeeah, I could definitely see myself getting corrupted by Wonderland.

Day 17: Have you ever created any OW characters in another game?

Not yet....but if I get back into games like Stardew Valley or Terraria it might give me enough of a reason to create one of them!

Day 18: Do you have a favourite OW ship?

GENZOU/IGGY ALL THE WAY BABBBBY!!!!!!

(also Iggy/Orlam!)

Day 19: Has OW, or its characters, made any kind of positive impact on your life?

It's for sure has made me rethink my past friendships and mistakes, and want to rectifie them in some way. Also made me want to reach out to my more recent friends and apologise them. But have to get over my social anxiety for that 🥲

Day 20: Draw a silly doodle!

(I can't draw for shit!)

Day 21: If you were to write a fanfic, what would you most like to write?

I may, or may not, already have some in the works (but I've got to finish all my other fics first!) But I'm thinking of sick fics or hurt/comfort ones!

Day 22: Have you had any dreams based on OW?

Potentially....and I'm not telling!

Day 23: What is your favourite scene in the entire game?

I'm just going to name one for each arc, because there's so many good ones!

Arc 1: The end scene with Buck. It really sets the tone for the rest of the game!

Arc 2: Genzou and Iggy comforting each other after fighting Gidget!

Arc 3: The scene in Orlam's apartment.

Arc 4: The dance scene!

Arc 5 (I'm going to cheat here a list more than one!): The scene between Orlam and Genzou in the castle, the slowdance between Iggy and Orlam, the entirety of Iggy/Genzou's route, the final wish scene, and telling Bucks to come home!

Day 24: If you could ad a new CG anywhere in the game, where would you add it?

End of neutral route, all of them (now as adults) recreating the prom photo. That or Bucks pulling them all into a big hug!

Day 25: Are there any parts in the game you don't like to replay?

Any of the SA scenes.....

Day 26: It's Iggy's Birthday!!

If he's ok with it then I'd give him a hug. And that's it's ok to still be figuring stuff out well into your 30's! (Still doing that myself!) And also wish him a fantastic Birthday!

Day 27: Is there a song you associate with OW?

I've made an entire playlist for this exact reason!

Day 28: If you could add a new arc, what so you think would be the most interesting?

Would love to see more of Bucks, as we didn't get to see much of her. Maybe see more of the struggle's she had to face becoming a mother, and the dreams she had to sacrifice.

Day 29: Is there anything about OW or it's characters you're still curious/wander about?

Probably Hunar as we never really got to know him, other than the bbq scene, the initial call at the beginning of each arc, and of course the scene with him at the beginning of Arc 5. Would love to see more of his relationship with the friend group, and with Bucks herself!

Day 30: Create something OW related!

Does cosplay count...? Because that's another thing I did.

And now for the 2nd part of my anniversary celebration... 30 Days of Our Wonderland! A set of silly and/or thought-provoking prompts about the game and chars for a full month of OW!

I'll be answering them each day. Feel free to join in if you want to! Either creating your own posts or reblogging this one, etc. I'll be using the hashtag #30DaysofOW for all of my answers.

[mishtiikrishna]

play 20 questions with me!

except it's one sided and all about ✨me✨

1. hii! what do i call u?

call me mish (as my dear companion @foursixtwonineoh-pizzas-of-lego (evie 😘)) does or mishti.

2. how did u chance upon here and what do u do here everyday?

i came here for #drarry and #tomarry and #merthur fics and arts (they're so out of this world, man) stayed here for the people and my lovely moots and shitposts. left one time to focus on my studies and now i'm back. permanently. hopefully. everyday, i come here for shits and giggles and to interact with the lovely (bi/gay, i don't think none of my friends over here is straight) friends. lol

3. you mentioned #drarry. what fandoms are u in/interested in/know?

1. harry potter (have to admit that I've only seen the movies twice and read only POA and majorly fanfictions. u have no idea omg)

2. heartstopper (i've read the webtoon AND s1 in netflix s1, haven't got the time for the later seasons tbh)

3. sherlock holmes and adj (books and robert downey movies and bbc sherlock)

4. DC (some comics and some warner bros movies am not in deep as some of my dear friends 😭)

5. marvel (..through fanfictions and song edits ONLY)

6. bbc merlin (couldn't finish the whole show, but i do know the ending 😭)

7. mahabharat starplus (haven't seen the whole show but know and love enough)

8. anne with an e

4. fanfictions, you read. do you write in general?

yes! i do! they're all under this tag -> #mishti writes. hoping to write and update on here more, honestly. i write about a lot of stuff mostly independent but not on the level of writing fanfictions yet. i feel pity for myself tbh

5. what're your other creative outlets?

i sing, i can do digital calligraphy and art (not really good at the latter) and painting/colouring! i hope to start this journey too here actually.

6. do you read and write and all only in english? what're some other languages u know?

i enjoy reading and writing creative stuff in english only right now. i can write in hindi too if i tried really hard. i also know malayalam, tamil, kannada, sanskrit, french (duolingo lmao), html, markdown and python.

7. u know python? which level?

i learnt it for school for 2 years (years 11 & 12). i have created a wordle clone that works on NYTimes' wordle logic except pastel colouring and it works offline. planning to make it bigger, actually.

8. computer nerd huh? anyway how do i become friends with u if i want to?

wouldn't call myself a nerd lol. there's nothing much to do if u want to become friend tbh. the ask box is above this post and start a conversation with me, we'll take it from there ♥️

9. do u have any checklist for being ur friend that I should fulfill?

yes, actually. u must be:

[ ] happy talking to me

[ ] ready to tell when i'm doing something wrong

[ ] ready not to force me to do anything

[ ] ready for my countless apologies at any given time (yes i'm serious)

that's all, i think. i don't mind anyone here as long u check these out!

10. what's ur stance on the LGBTQIA+ community?

since almost all my friends here are either bi or gay or on the spectrum here, i really don't mind them. i support the community as long as i don't get hurt. i think i'm aroace myself but i really dunno, i must admit.

11. u keep reiterating 'friends'. may i ask who ur friends are on here? or would that be personal?

i don't mind u asking about my friends. in fact, i've made a friend list, here.

12. time for misc questions!! what's ur favourite thing to do in the rain?

it's been raining for a good few days at the time of writing this post, and my favourite thing to do is lie on my bed on scroll thru..Tumblr. embarassing i know. but that's what i have discovered as of now. but i know that'll change in like 3 days max 😭 i think it'll be sitting at my desk, the one in front of the window, listening to the rain and either sketching or ✨writing✨

13. what about drinks? hot drinks or cold drinks in autumn?

cold drinks throughout the year. even in winters yes. i have cold water everyday 😂

14. would you prefer looking after a toddler or a teenager for a week?

after having a sister, i would pick the baby. they can't talk back or be rude to me or anyone really. and no feelings will be hurt, so no fights 😍

15. cat or a dog person?

neither, i'm so sorry. i am allergic to both, i believe.

16. u mentioned u were a computer nerd before. what're some craziest things u've done related to it?

ok. so i have done quite a few things (you may choose to believe it or not, i don't mind either way!) which i used to think and still think is not that impressive:

jailbroke an iPhone 3g at the age of 12; exorcised macos x lion from a polycarbonate 2009 macbook and proceeded to install 15-20 linux distros at the ages of 14-15 (no arch linux, i just read the documentation and gave up); illegally (maybe) installed and ran windows 11 on a device that shouldn't have ran it from one sketchy youtube tutorial at 15; built wordle (mentioned above) from scratch with python and tkinter in 2 days (that's it lol)

17. how does ur music taste look like?

mainly electropop with epic instrumentals and the occasional sanskrit verse. i suppose.

18. what're ur likes and dislikes?

likes: computer, tech, math, chemistry, some parts of physics, cold stuff, digital stuff, art, fanfics, writing, pastel colours, rain, gold jewellery, fancy af hairstyles, cooking, pens (pentel 🩵), pencils, any sorta stationery, my sister and my family

dislikes: anon asks for help (not in a position, i'm sorry!), hot (as in temperature) stuff, wearing glasses (have been a glass wearer for the 11th year now), chores (to an extent 😂), and romance (i just don't understand it..doesn't matter if it's wlw or mlm or straight or whatever)

19. what're some numbers u love? do u believe in lucky numbers?

i love the number 7 for some reason. also 19th cuz 19th may is my birthday. and 2 and 5, idk why.

20. ask me in the reblogs if u've reached till here! u're obligated to, at this point lol.

[abyss-seer]

Are we tarot readers contributing to Nihilism?

So yesterday I forced myself to watched YouTube video, let's just say the topic is really interesting and I was listening it like a podcast rather than a video. And I had to pause and replay some parts many times cause it was really hard to grasp the full understanding of words you don't use on a daily basis. But I respect this dude for using his beautiful vocabulary no matter how complex it seemed. People being different is one of the reasons you learn new things through them every single day. Ok let's talk about it!

Anyways he gives a beautiful explanation on the fascinating stereotypes surrounding love and its epitomization as one of the most surreal things that can ever happen or that one can ever do. I think the most important points of this video that I recognised was this constant importance given to the feeling of "Eros" rather than other forms of love such as "Philia" or "Agape". Now there are many facets of love, yet we seem to give this unrelenting extra significance to "Eros" for some reason, so much so that sometimes we consider our "The One" as someone equivalent to God who can solve all our life problems by just being there with us.

Now this "The One" according to me is one of the most misused, misinterpreted, and overrated term used synonymously with other words like "Future Spouse" "Twin Flame" "Divine Counterpart" and what not in pick a card reading. Just go to any tarot reader's masterlist or you tube channel, the topic is most talked about content on the internet. You can go to my readings as well. My last love read was a very comprehensive 6 part reading series, I released around (after) Valentine's where I vomitted so much content that now I won't be doing more than that future spouse reading anytime soon. Maybe your next picture perfect guy/girl/LGBTQIA2S + partner maybe..... So maybe a Karmic, a Soulmate, a New Person, or The one who got away and know this honey pie, if you are meant to find some Karmic, you will find someone who will treat you right yet a Karmic. Please understand the significance of meeting people like these. Not every Karmic is some abusive ratshit. Not trying to invalidate your feelings just stating life and its happenings in spiritual terms.

So are we Tarot readers encouraging Nihilism, maybe in one way or other by writing rosy words about some distant person whose flaws you are yet to see. By painting this perfect picture of what love can look like in future, cause let's be honest, you can't be fooled by a picture perfect idea of a lover but a picture perfect idea of love as love in itself has become such a misconstrued idea in this society that this is an expectation for many of you these days. To find and build a love like that. Not understanding that love is a lifelong process of accepting the flaws of your lover and seeing them for who they are. These expectations of beautiful love stories that you are fantasizing about isn't all love if the grossness of its acceptance hasn't been touched at all. Sorry not sorry, but compatibility doesn't comes from someone being the perfect version or embodiment of what you imagine them to be, its a lot more. Its nothing related to the fetishes you have grown accustomed to after reading a bunch of 18+ reads. This is to say, I am not criticizing readers who make such reads, sometimes some of it can be too farce

Or just something that explains only the positive and happy side of a relationship. The problem is when some of these consumers take it so seriously as if their life depends on a bit of info on the future spouse and then they cling to it, without trying to initiate themselves to the real world and suppose a tarot reader's prediction came true and you met them, chances are very unlikely that this stranger might outright like and then start loving your authentic character that you show them versus the person you pretend to be in front of everyone (everyone has masks). I would be highly vary of a stranger that sees my strange whims and doesn't scrunches their nose even once, no projections of insecurity, just saying you can't show your authentic inner self to just anyone on advice or a pick a card reading resonation thinking they might love it much less like it. Please be practical in your dating life. Stop letting the expectations you create in your mind about love create a fantasy that ultimately doesn't work. Leading you to not believe in love or romance altogether. They exist, you need to put constant long term effort on it that's it.

Also focus a little bit on the friendships, rather than finding someone compatible. Take fun readings as fun only. Not some serious shyte!!! Okay then have a great day. Byeee

Channeled song

Conclusionary Notes

So when it comes to fuelling this fire of lust and passion in this overconsumption of so much disrespectful content, even I am not behind. Though I don't explicitly talk about KPOP Idols and their love life. I do have some questionable titles to my content, something I once did for titillating my audience but didn't think their desire to go oh so deep into the lives of these celebrities was so huge and normalised to a creepy extent, sorry not sorry, but I will call it out for what it is, that's weird the same weird way my brain thought of risking that titillating title. I think its just the questionable titles that make me controversial, the content has little to no sexual content in it. So yeah, I am just like that. Though there are times I have got the smexual feels off Of some reads, I don't write it.

"Sorry Children" , Adults have personal lives not everyone is going to use tarot to entertain those fantasies of yours. Special emphasis on the anonymous user that was constantly asking harrassing me my inbox with their left hand for Ateez Yunho 's personal life reading.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I think I’ve figured out the reason your brand of omegaverse is so appealing and so…digestible? Don’t know how else to say it. It goes down easy and tastes great. 

A lot of omegaverse relies on a very rigid kind of escapism to build its appeal. Inherent loss of agency, extremely exaggerated social dynamics, the works. Classic big ol’ alpha and helpless twink omega. That does it for some people and that’s fine, but I am always gonna prefer enhancement over escapism. I do not need them smelling like the candle section, because I think the musk humans already have going on is pretty great, thanks. The enhancement of that to a universal attitude with instinctual responses? fucking awesome. Maybe it’s just me and my specific lineup of kinks and things that make me tick, but so much of your omegaverse is great because it takes a preexisting…thing…and enhances it into something of a biological imperative. let’s hear it for breeding, musk, and the world’s most severe subspace lmao. 

Omegaverse that horseshoes into heteronormativity is such a waste. Omegaverse is so fucking queer in all of its facets and when that is brought out and woven into work it is wonderful. Why wouldn’t omegas be at the center of relationships, the ones out front? The only reason people assume they wouldn’t be is because humans have uniquely messed up on that one with patriarchy. There’s even something to be said about the element of shame– especially in John’s case in your writing. It is scary to let yourself embrace comfort from those around you in a world that makes doing so an active vulnerability. It is easy to perceive such things as weakness within yourself, and there is not much better than finding the people who prove you wrong. 

It’s not primal because of some vaguely wolfish pseudoscience, it’s primal because it’s extremely human. An enhancement of the raw human inclination towards connection with a side of juicy biological and cultural worldbuilding. I could go on, but I will leave it at that. It’s beautifully human. 🦦By god I write long ones. Apologies

Read this a few times as it's really nice feedback. Thanks, bud. I like to play with the "rules" of it because it can be damn hot, but, like you, there are huge swathes of it that hit my ick like a sledgehammer. I like the animalistic nature of omegaverse, but I want it to interplay with the existing character not rewrite them, and the animal kingdom is so much more complex and dynamic than copy-pasting cishet patriarchy "but with knots".

Also, yeah, humans smell good. I'm very scent focused myself. But the "his slick smelled like vanilla and sandalwood" always made me chuckle. Naw it don't, mate, he smells musky and he wants to feel safe enough to be railed and not be judged for enjoying it so much.

[maria-night]

Nine People I Wish I Knew Better

Tagged By: @ryker-writes (Wow A Complete Stranger I never met Before :0 /j)

Favorite Color: Teal, Always has, Always Well.

Currently Reading: Ummmm Been off and on with reading to be honest, so Im still stuck On Inkheart by Cornelia Funke.

Last Song: Against the Tide (The Captain's Tarantella), by Sail North. Was originally listening to random songs after my Playlist ended for a character. What I was met with was some of my own songs I saved on my liked Playlist. This happened to be one of them. Its a banger.

Last Film: Fear Street: Prom Queen, I dont really watch movies a whole lot, but I absolutely adored the Fear Street Triology, to the point as soon as that movie was out on Netflix. I ran to it like there was no tommorow.

Last Series: Records of Ragnarok, watching it with my partner. Can't stop myself at screaming it, yet still supringsly interesting. And this is a series I normally dont watch as I tend to well more, Pure fantasy or adventure shows.

Sweet/Salty/Savory: Sweets. Yes, I have been craving sweets for a while. I dont eat them 24/7 but I really reallllyyy wish I could. I would give my soul to be able to eat sweets 24/7.

Tea or Coffee?: Tea, I adore it so much to the point I actually want to learn how to start growing my own blends of tea and make it from scratch myself. Annnnd also, I want to st least throw my own Tea Parties for lunch.

Working On: Well, Umm I'm an Artist so, What Im currently working on is Practice. I am Drawing "Cover Art" for each of my characters in Cursed Kingdom. Then once I finish with those, I plan to take the time to look over mistakes and Practice, learn what I need to learn and then go from there. After thats done, I plan to recreate the cover art I did before the practice, to see any improvements.

Tag

First things First, I realllllyyy Don't know too many people on here. Only ones I do already got tagged TwT, so to Yall Taggers Feel free to Look the other way ♡. Also I only know like 2 Mutuals.... so Uhhhhh Im doing 2, yall gotta do 9. Cause dont feel comfortable tagging people who aren't mutuals ♡.

Just dont go sliding into my DMs with a restraining order. /J

@clownpalette @infinite-tea

Nine people i wish i knew better

Tagged by: @dj-triumph (Thanks 😊)

Favorite color:

Currently reading: Falcondance by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes in a bid to finally appease the perpetually echoing question from my inner tween: "How did that shapeshifter series with the birds and the snakes and the falcons end?"

Learning that I had pretty questionable taste as a tween, but I still have to know. 2 more books after this one.

Last song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DG0l8sSNJM (Ukraine's Eurovision entry)

Last film: The Phantom of Death (1987)

Last series: 86 and Osomatsu-san

Sweet/salty/savory: Salty

Tea or coffee: Tea. Habitually, Earl Grey with some sugar and milk.

Working on: Tepidly reviewing a Beauty and the Beast adaptation concept, trying to sing more (learning one of my favorite Samel Barber pieces: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2Ww_B8WZL0). As usual, 0 promises to deliver any actual content ever. 😜

Tagging with no pressure: @jerseyfiredragon, @angel-with-paper-wings, @horrorgirl4life, @angelandmadman, @starryknight565, @immunetosirens, @iferikcouldhearmysoul, @achillmango, @britishchick09