#i won't get started on the plots. they also make me want to bounce off of walls

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[megumiivs]

lessons in chemistry ♡

ೃ⁀➷ content: MDNI!! choso x reader with a kitty, absolutely no plot just pure filth, cockwarming, reader uses "daddy" like once, dumbification if u squint real hard, no pronouns or use of y/n¡! ❞

author's note: choso brainrot is real y'all !! my smut pieces are starting to get longer this is concerning... also this is a reminder for u to send me asks!! I'll do jjk, tokyorev, or blue lock, sfw or nsfw idm! I'll try to write a drabble based off ur idea but if I'm super inspired i'll maybe write something longer <3

“come on baby you can do it.” choso asks. “why is thin-layer chromatography more appropriate than paper chromatography in the case of the amino acids serine and glycine?”

“i don’t knoww” you whine, moving your hips back and forth on his lap. he grabs your hips, forcing them to stay still. “ah ah ah” he says disapprovingly. “you don’t move your hips without daddy’s permission.”

“‘m sorry daddy, just wan’ you so bad” you respond. his thick, hot length was pulsing inside of you and you couldn't do anything about it.

“i know, baby, i know” he coos. “just answer the question sweetheart and i’ll make you feel good.”

"um amino acids have no color?" you try. "paper chromatography separates colors and amino acids won't have any colors to separate?"

he thinks for a few seconds but they're so agonizing they feel like hours. finally, he starts bouncing you on top of his cock again. "that's acceptable, i suppose."

he was filling you up so good that you couldn't help but moan his name over and over and over again. he kept pumping himself up inside of your walls, hooking his thick biceps around your legs, forcing them to stay open. your moans were his motivation. you sounded so ethereal, he felt as if you were a siren and he the sailor caught in your melodic sounds. you leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder as he kept thrusting into you.

"fuck baby, so fucking tight" he groaned into your ear. his thrusts were steady and slowly getting rougher, forcing whimper after whimper from your lips. god, you looked so dumb like this. Every cell in your brain had been wiped out, gone. you just kept moaning his name.

choso thought that you never looked more beautiful. you were already absolutely gorgeous but when your eyes were rolled back, mouth was wide open, and legs were spread out? he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock inside you and force you to take his seed. his tip was repeatedly kissing your cervix, your soft insides squeezing his length in an attempt to keep him inside.

each rough pump of his hips stole away your breath. “ah! c-choso, ch-osoooo”you screamed. You were nearly at your limit.

He leans his head down so his mouth was right next to your ear. “cum for me baby.” each word was followed by a harsh thrust as you bounced on his dick. one of his hands drops down to rub your clit, quick but decisive circles that drew even more moans from you while the other reached up to your left breast and began tweaking at your nipple.

the stimulation was too much. you scream as you cum, squeezing choso so tight that it triggers his release too. his thrusts become sloppier and after a few quick thrust he slams you down onto his cock with all of his strength and forces you to stay there. he lets you ride out your high as ropes of his hot cum paint your walls. his hot breath fans your cheeks as he empties himself inside your plush walls.

he unhooks his arms from your legs allowing you to close them but doesn’t pull out of you. you tilt your head back to give him a soft kiss. once you pull away he says, “give me five minutes and we can do this again, okay baby?”

[gartenofbanny]

So I watched Helluva Boss S2E6 "Oops" and let me tell you, it's better than Unhappy Campers, but it's also pretty mediocre too. So let's start off with the things I did like

Pros

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus's relationship

Fizzarolli and Ozzie's relationship is pretty adorable to look at, unlike Stolas and Blitzo's. They actually bounce off each other pretty well and are actually cute. Dick jokes aside.

I also like how Fizzarolli is sort of an advisor to Asmodeus's business related things, telling him what he needs to do for the day, and I also like how he tries to hide how other demons are starting to question whether or not their relationship is entirely lustful or actually romantic.

Asmodeus is very protective of Fizzarolli and respects whatever decision he makes. This is what Stolitz wants to be lmao.

Anyway, that's really the only thing I liked about this episode, now onto what I don't like

Cons

The intelligence of the characters

Most of the characters shown on screen are just dumb for the sake of moving the plot along.

Fizzarolli says he won't raise attention but then decides to raise attention in the Greed Ring where there are theives, bank robbers, and mob bosses.

Asmodeus, despite being one of the Seven Princes of Hell doesn't want to read a fucking contract. I get that he's impatient, but he's one of the Seven Princes and he's had to sign a contract AT LEAST ONCE in his centuries of living.

Striker and Crimson are just..they get distracted in a song where Fizzarolli is intentionally distracting them. I know Crimson is dumb as hell, but Striker and the rest of Crimson's mob? How am I supposed to take these antagonists seriously when they're stupid as hell?

Stolas

Stolas really had no reason being here since why isn't he in the hospital recovering from his injuries? How fast can demons regenerate if it has only been a week since Western Energy? That just removes even more tension even more for when certain characters take injuries because they can just heal from them at most a week later.

Stolas serves ZERO purpose to the plot. He barely does anything throughout this episode. Instead, he just gets all giddy at the sight of a stack of papers. He also says "get fucked little one" and I'm over here like YOU DID NOTHING SHUT UP.

In my opinion, they should've just let Asmodeus answer the phone call alone and read through the contract off-screen. Or have Asmodeus kill the lawyer and search for Fizzarolli while wandering around the Greed Ring.

The entire lawyer scene was pointless anyway because Asmodeus killed the lawyer in the end.

The Backstory

The backstory between Fizzarolli and Blitzo was...eh. I didn't really feel anything while watching the backstory because it was pretty predictable. While I was surprised that Blitzo admits that it was his fault (because when's the last time Blitzo took accountability)

I just could not feel sad for the life of me. And then, when Blitzo tries explaining, he's just interrupted. I'll get to the tonal shift of this episode later, but Blitzo says, "You have no idea what I lost in that fire". So Blitzo's mom died, and I'm wondering was Blitzo even aware that Fizzarolli was alive or not?

Because in Fizzarolli's perspective, Blitzo did see him but just ignored him. Not to mention, Blitzo somehow didn't acknowledge the fire when he bumped into Wally Wackford.

I'm damn sure Wally Wackford was screaming. Even then, Blitzo should've heard the flames go off, Blitzo should've seen the light of the fire in his peripheral vision, but he doesn't acknowledge it.

Blitzo's mom

Yeah, I'm counting this as a con. I don't feel bad that Tilla died because WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER. She's the same as Moxxie's mom but with a name.

Are the mothers of male characters just supposed to fucking die? At least we got to see Moxxie's mom on screen. We never even saw Tilla in the first place aside from some fucking portraits.

Is this supposed to make me feel bad for Blitzo because he caused the fire, and I'm pretty sure Fizzarolli also had a good relationship with her, yet we never see his reaction to the death of Tilla either. Just Blitzo's and, to an extent, Barbie Wire's. Speaking of

Barbie Wire

Yeah, Barbie Wire wasn't really mentioned at all throughout this entire episode, not even in the flashback.

In the storyboard she did appear, but in the final version she just doesn't make an appearance for some reason. Vivziepop does not give a shit about their female characters

Fizzarolli forgiving Blitzo

Fizzarolli forgave Blitzo way too quickly in this episode. It doesn't make any sense that Fizzarolli forgave Blitzo, but Barbie Wire doesn't. Even though Barbie Wire has still been in contact with Blitzo.

Turns out Fizzarolli and Blitzo's hatred for each other was just a huge misunderstanding. Someone or something has prevented them from coming into contact with one another. They both keep saying, "But they told me" or "I never told them that" and who the hell is "they"? Just leaving out information for no reason at all.

Fizzarolli says, "It's hard to forgive you. It's been 15 years," but then he proceeds to forgive Blitzo near the end of the episode.

That's not how forgiveness works. Forgiveness takes time to go into effect it doesn't just happen when you hear a sob story.

Personally, I wouldn't have mind if FizArolli forgave Blitzo but not in the same episode where they're the main focused of an episode for the first time.

Convenient shit

Stuff just happens because it happens in this episode. Blitzo is at Greed because he wants breakfast and just so happens to meet Fizzarolli despite the fact that Crimson is still around.

Striker and Crimson coincidentally meet and are conveniently near Fizzarolli and Blitzo, allowing the two to get kidnapped.

A goon conveniently has anger issues and kills a large amount of his own crew allowing Blitzo and Fizz to escape

Striker and Fizzarolli are conveniently behind fucking gasoline WHY IS THERE PERFECTLY GOOD GASOLINE IN A DUMP?!

Fizzarolli's arms conveniently malfunction, so he can't escape the flames, so Blitzo has to save him.

It's just convenient stuff just so the plot can move along.

Tone issues

Can't be a Helluva Boss episode without tone issues. I don't feel like listing the examples because there are A LOT, but one major example I will put is Crimson blackmailing Asmodeus and at the end of it, one of his goons don't know how to hang up a phone or to stop a video.

This series can not have a serious scene if it saved its life.

Conclusion

I would comment on how Striker is just mischaracterized again through Blitzo calling him a supremacist or how the antagonists overall in this episode are dumb as hell. Or how this episode raises even more questions

But I believe those two deserve blogs by themselves. Anyway, thank you all for reading, and I hope you all have a nice day! ❤️

And I give this episode a 3.1/10

[hollybell51]

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Sam Winchester x AFAB!fem!Reader

Supernatural (2005), s03e02 “bloodlust”

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate.  

Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.

Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx

To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasn’t just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Dean’s ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as he’d died, the blood spraying over Dean’s face… yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations weren’t really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasn’t something you felt like laughing about over drinks. 

You could see Sam’s leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasn’t new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he’d say. “I just gotta thank God I don’t develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.” 

Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“What’s up with you two?” Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer. 

You shrugged. Sam shrugged. 

Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. “I swear,” he said, “they read each others' minds. He’s grumpy, she’s grumpy. She’s happy, he’s happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, he’d be limping.” 

Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “That so?” 

“Dean, come off it,” you sighed. 

He shook his head, smiling. “Lighten up, both of you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something about how you didn’t think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Sam’s chair cut you off. 

“I’m not gonna bring you guys down,” he said. “I’m just gonna go back to the motel.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed as he glanced at you, “I’m a bit tired.” 

Dean frowned. “You sure?” 

You nodded, standing. 

“Ok,” he shrugged. “Seeya.” 

“Seeya,” you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. “You want this?” 

“You’re not taking it?” 

You shook your head. “Not in a beer sort of mood.” 

He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. “Sure.” 

“Thanks, Gordon.” You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didn’t need to be rude. 

He inclined his head back to you. “My pleasure.” 

Sam’s hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table. 

“Sammy!” Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?” 

Sam caught them with ease, Gordon’s enquiry of “something I said?” chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said.  

“Jesus,” you grumbled, shivering in the cold air. 

Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didn’t exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and “gentleman” was pretty high on the list by you reckoning. 

“I don’t know about all of this,” he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. “Something’s…” 

“Off, yeah.” You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

“I can’t quite–” The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didn’t finish the sentence anyway. It didn’t matter.

“I know, it’s a brain itch.” 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Seatbelt,” he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn you’d have been dead years ago if you hadn’t had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadn’t had much success. 

You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you weren’t sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it. 

“I’m gonna call Ellen,” Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. “Maybe she knows him.” 

You nodded. “Mhm, good idea.” 

You were still humming – the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought – as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Sam’s jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen. 

You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day. 

“But I thought you said he was a good hunter,” he was frowning. 

You thought you heard her say “Hannibal Lecter”, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not. 

Sam’s back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadn’t been easy. You hadn’t known John Winchester well, but the time you’d spent with him had been… Well, it hadn’t been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldn’t imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.

There’d been one moment, just a few days ago, when you’d thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and you’d reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. You’d laughed at it – he looked ridiculous. When you’d glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

“Alright?” you’d asked, and he’d nodded.

You’d frowned. “Want me to drive for a bit?”

This time, a head shake.

He wasn’t alright, you could see that clear as day. “Sam, pull over,” you said softly.

He’d swung the car off the road so abruptly you’d jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.

You’d reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. “Come on,” you’d said, “out.” 

He’d leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past. 

“Interesting grass?” you’d asked, bumping your shoulder against his. 

He hadn’t smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. You’d consider that a win. 

“Seriously,” you’d prodded. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t…” He’d trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “I can’t…” 

You’d frowned as he’d shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. You’d told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole “I’m here no matter what” speech a thousand times, but now you didn’t really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset. 

Sam’s voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I can’t lose you.” 

Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.

“How can you–?” 

You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated. “Nowhere you can’t follow.” 

He’d just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromat’s detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Sam’s shirt. 

“I’ve got your back,” you whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” he murmured into your hair, “I’ve got yours, too.” 

“Good.” You’d pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed. 

Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your “romantic moments” for when you weren’t supposed to be driving. You’d grumbled that he was just jealous, which he’d vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as you’d waited for Sam to get back with lunch, he’d put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

“I’m glad he’s got you,” he’d said. “Real glad.” 

“You’ve got me too,” you’d smiled. “Always.” 

He’d just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before he’d cleared his throat and stepped back. “Thanks,” he’d muttered. “‘ppreciate it.”  

Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Sam’s back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it. 

He cleared his throat. 

You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away. 

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear. 

“Mhm, we will.” His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot you’d found, the one you knew drove him insane. 

“Yep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.” A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin. 

“Ok. Bye.” 

You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance. 

“What’re you doing?” he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat. 

“Kissing you,” you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, “touching you,” as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple. 

“Mm, do I get to kiss you too?” 

You smiled. “If you ask nicely, yeah.” 

“Please?” 

“Hm?”

He sighed. “(Y/N), come on.” 

“Nope,” you laughed softly. “Ask nicely.” 

You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again. 

“Pretty please,” he murmured. 

You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

Before you could even draw another breath he’d turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him. 

He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you. 

“I love this on you,” he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders. 

You smiled. “You want me to take it off?” 

“And this.” He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards. 

“Alright,” you laughed, batting his hands away. “Patience is a virtue.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never met you.” 

You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no. 

“Uh-uh,” you said, pushing him gently off you. 

“What do you–? Oh.” 

You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, you’d had practice. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he nodded quickly. “God, yes.” 

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. “Well you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?” 

“Sorry,” he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.

“And those.” You pointed at his underwear. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Damn right,” you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last night’s motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the night’s earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.

His voice was breathy when he asked, “You gonna keep teasing me forever?” 

“Maybe.” You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself. 

“Is that what’s got you smiling like that?” 

You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully. 

“No,” you said slowly. “I’m thinking about how your cock’s gonna feel in my mouth. How you’re gonna say my name when I’ve got you so deep down my throat I’m almost gagging. I bet you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Sam’s mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet. 

“What do you think?” 

He swallowed. “I think I’m not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think you’re right.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ok then.” You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, (Y/N).” 

“You want me to suck it?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

You shrugged. “Since you asked so nicely.” You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldn’t fit. Sam’s thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually. 

Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. You’d wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Sam’s hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “Shit, (Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos – before you met him, that was – as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it. 

“You look so hot like that,” he whispered. “How’re you so fucking hot?” 

You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation you’d had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that “there are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.” Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam was panting, “(Y/N) oh my God I’m gonna cum.” 

His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you. 

Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldn’t get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did. 

He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry. 

“You ok?” you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished you’d made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Ok?” he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. “I’m more than ok.” 

You smiled back, licking your lips. “Good.” 

“Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. “And take off your pants.” 

“Magic word?”

“Please.” Then, on second thoughts, “pretty please.” 

You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin. 

“Off,” you said against his lips, plucking at the garment. 

“Off,” he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear. 

Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing. 

“I love this,” he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. “Hey,” he said after a moment, frowning. 

You frowned too. “What’s wrong?” 

His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. “What’s this?” 

You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasn’t all that visible, but of course Sam would find it. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s a hickey. From you. From last time.” 

His face cleared. “Shit, didn’t realise it’d last that long. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you smiled. “Makes me think of you whenever I see it.” 

“Maybe I should give you more, then.” 

Your grin widened. “Please.”

“Mm?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty please.” 

“Ok.” He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum. 

“No more low cut tops, I guess,” you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another. 

“Shame,” he murmured into your skin, “I love those low cut tops.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’d be insane not to.” 

You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I’m relaxed, I’m so relaxed.” 

“Your heartbeat says you’re lying.” 

“That’s for you,” you told him, meeting his eyes. “That’s what you do to me.” 

“And this?” His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, “all for you.” 

He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis. 

“Please,” you moaned. “Sam, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Touch me. Please,” you added as an afterthought. 

“Nice manners,” he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit. 

You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts. 

“You take such good care of me,” he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. “You always take such good care of me.”

“Cause I love you,” you whispered. 

“Mhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” 

“Good.”

You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. You’d be a mess in no time, and you both knew it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling. 

“Hm?” His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. 

“Fuck me?” you half asked, half offered. 

He grunted softly at your words, nodding. “Got a condom?” 

“Mhm, yeah, sure. One sec.” You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. He’d gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole “Dean could get back any minute so let’s just be as fast as we can” element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You weren’t complaining. 

“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre. 

He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet. 

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Move,” you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. You’d do anything to make it disappear forever. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done.  

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. 

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged you, “I want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” 

“Shit, ok,” you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasn’t just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.

Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Sam’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he. 

“(Y/N), fuck,” he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax. 

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning. 

He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving. 

You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. “You good?” you murmured, cupping his cheek gently. 

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“How about you?” he asked. 

“I’m great.” Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. 

“Look at you,” he answered. “You’re so beautiful.”  

You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. “I really do love you,” you said as you pulled away. “So much.” 

He smiled. “I know, I love you too. More than anything.” 

You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. You’d both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasn’t with you, it was best to check it. 

Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see. 

The text, from Dean, was two sentences. “Back in 1/2 hour. Get decent.” 

“Screw you, Dean.” 

Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. “I guess we’ve got half an hour.” 

“I’m taking a shower then,” you said. “I saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.” 

“I’ll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?” 

“Deal.” You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, “gentleman” was definitely high up on that list. 

[dailyreverie]

My beautiful, my wonderful, my amazing Jul🥰

I’m so happy you’re getting back to writing again! 🥰

Please may I request:

75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

With Andrew’s Spidey please ☺️🕷️ tall boyfriend & short girlfriend cliche coming in hot 🥺🥺

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A/N: Li!!! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!! (and sorry I was so late!) This was a whole journey since I really wanted to gift you some enemies to lovers and I've actually never done that before lol if you only knew how many plots and characters went through, and then you requested this and I was finally illuminated my the gods (aka Andrew Garfield mostly). I really really hope you like it! Also, thanks to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos for being an amazing beta!!

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart feel like it was going to come out of your chest with pure rage? Yes, yes you can. Peter Parker is your sworn enemy ever since he stepped into your class all those semesters ago and decided to take your spot as the top student.

He outsmarts you, every single time, in every class, and every chance he gets; you even have come to the conclusion that he’s only waiting for you to let him show how much better than you he is, the tiniest opportunity to hold on to make it about himself. Everything is a competition when it comes to your rivalry with Peter. You are sure your whole class hates you both by now since you both end up in debates in every class trying to beat the other one round after round of fact-dropping.

And yet he’s so nice, so flawlessly and naturally nice. Always sending you a smile and a wave when you cross each other in the halls, with his perfectly messed-up hair, his soft shirts, and his always sleepy brown eyes. You loathe him.

It's only natural that you would end up being stuck on a project together, working on it forcing you to spend a whole afternoon together as you try and decide whose idea to use; which book to use, what font color, which argument was better, anything and everything ending in at least 10 minutes of going back and forth.

It is when you are on minute 12 deciding whether to use the book you want or the website he found for your research, going back and forth when you get tired of it. You can’t stand it anymore. “Choose whatever you want then, I’m done.” You stand up from the table, grab your bag, and walking away. 

“Oh, come on! Where are you going?”

“To the roof.” You admit with your back already to him, as if going to the roof was nothing, just as it was for him. 

Peter sees you go with just a chuckle. “Have fun!” He says when your back is all he sees on the distant horizon. Because you won't take long, right? You only needed some fresh air, he guesses.

But minutes go by and you don’t come down, minutes that turn into almost an hour, and with that, the cold winter evening starts to roll around all while your jacket is hanging on the back of your chair. Peter hates to admit it, but his leg keeps bouncing faster with every minute that goes by and you don’t come back. Could you still be up there on the roof? Were you really five floors high sitting there all by yourself?

You were ridiculous, storming out like that. Yes, ridiculous, and Peter has to remind himself that, because suddenly the idea of you out there, up there, completely alone on a New York City rooftop fills his body with a hollow feeling.

He mumbles a curse after a couple more minutes when his hands were already tugging at his hair. Damn you, spidey sense. He storms off, jacket in hand and feet almost sprinting through every floor he goes up.

Quiet meets him when he reaches the roof, and indeed, there you are leaning against the bricks of the roof wall that overlook the city. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble curling further into yourself when you see him, rolling your eyes when you meet his. “Go away, Peter.”

“See, the thing is I can’t.” With long steps he joins you, standing next to you with his gaze looking straight forward, stretching his hand to give you your jacket. “I can’t let you be by yourself on a roof, there are crazy people here.”

“You don’t have to do it.” You accept the jacket, though, crossing your arms across your chest once you have it on and leaning against the fence again.

“I kind of do, it’s my job as your friendly neighbor.” You try to guess what he means by that just by looking at him. Peter only shrugs, a guilty smile on his face. “It’s my fault you are here. I may be trying to beat you in class but I’m not gonna let someone push you from up here, doesn’t seem like a fair win.”

His sarcasm is loud and clear, and it makes you both chuckle. “Ah, so you didn’t come to do that yourself?”

“Okay, why is it always like this?” The change of mood in his voice startles you, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

“Because you get on my nerves, Peter! You always have to be the smarter one, and the one with the final word. Every time I say something it’s like I don’t even matter as soon as you open your mouth!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“I’m not done.” You swallow. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself casual about it, because there have been so many times where I know I’m right, and that you have to know it too, yet you keep going on and on and I get mad and it really, really makes me hate you so much.”

You breathe once you are done, your eyes almost shining with tears with all the frustration finally out of your system. But when you look him in the eyes, soft and brown and without an ounce of threat in them again, genuinely listening to you with the slightest hint of an amused smile in them. Then, you are reminded of the latest truth: ”but you keep making it really hard to hate you.”

Facing each other now, you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure. Peter stays quiet, his face unmoving with the same smile showing through his eyes. “What?” You find yourself asking, trying to read him, but he only smiles. Right, that’s why you hated him.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, I just-” His head does a little wobble and his eyes finally move away from yours, a small laugh escaping through his lips when words fail him. “It’s ridiculous.” 

“I’m ridiculous?” Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, waiting for him to explain.

“No! I am, this is! I never- ughh!” He grabs your shoulders, maybe to ground himself after his nonsense ramble, maybe to feel you. You try not to give it too much thought, since his touch alone is sending electricity through your veins, you don’t need to add an explanation on top of that. “I never planned on you to hate me, that was not what that was for. I was doing all that because you… you are so smart and so clever and witty and… and I thought maybe if I answer to what you say then maybe you would think I was smart too.” 

“Oh,” there’s a bit of doubt in your voice, a strain that tells him that his plan was not precisely working. 

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”

“You are forgiven.” You smirk, and with that, you both relax. “When did it turn into a competition then? Because it certainly did.”

“When I saw you smile every time you won.” Peter huffs a laugh and shrugs as if confessing that to you was an obvious statement, not something that would turn your stomach upside down with butterflies fluttering all over your chest. “You have a very nice smile.”

You take a step towards him, standing almost chest to chest, so close that you can see his throat bobbing as he licks his lips. Your body seems to move without you commanding it to do so, lifting your heels from the ground to try and reach him, any part of him. He sees that, and all he does about it is smile.

“Damn you, Parker,” is all you are able to say before you are standing on your tiptoes and being pulled towards him, with his hands holding your back to help you keep your balance as he kisses you, dipping down to find your lips in the middle. Your hands grab onto his neck, for support and to feel him closer, to be able to hold onto something while your lips move so in sync with each other. 

Whatever competition you had with each other is forgotten, and it’s like all that fighting made him know you better since he knows exactly where to move his hands, when to deepen the kiss, when to squeeze you closer to him, keeping you wanting more of him even after only minutes of knowing what kissing him was like.

So, could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart beat so fast? No, maybe you could not, as it turns out it was not rage, you were just in love.

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Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P16

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, PTSD, Drinking and Making out .

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

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With all the food and booze now gone you noticed a shift in the atmosphere, Barto has been gone a while and with Luffy still hungry for meat and Zoro staring at his empty bottle you knew something had to be done before one or both of them went off. Standing up you get the attention of your two boys who look up at you with concern as you stretch your arms "I need to stench so might as well see if Barto's ok... lets hope he didn't fall down a well" You joke while looking across the blanket seeing Usopp and Chopper asleep next to each other after star gazing for a while before looking down at Luffy whose leg is slightly bouncing "Wanna join me?" You ask knowing he'll say yes. The captain smiles as he jumps up to his feet and take your hand with an enthusiastic nod "Bring back some booze and don't get lost" The Swordsman sighs looking up at you with red cheeks, you let out a laugh before bending down and kissing his head "Your the only one who gets lost" You whisper to him making the man grumble, but he doesn't have time to complain before you kiss his lips, he's tense at first not wanting to give in after such a comment but as your hand runs up his arm to his neck he hums into you starting to kiss back. "Don't worry Ro, we'll get you some booze... come one Y/n i'm hungry" Luffy pouts as you finally pull away from the swordsman only for the man to clear his throat and look over at his captain. Knowing what he wants Luffy walks over and leans down placing a kiss on his first mates lips, It was short since the captain was desperate to get something to eat but Zoro seemed satisfied.

Walking through the crowd of people Luffy lead the way holding your hand as he guides you, it wasn't long before you could smell food and you know right away that its Sanji's cooking, "Her cooking is the best" A male voice you sort of recognized calls out through the crowd soon followed by a slight sequel "Oh Darling, i'm so glad you think so" Braking through the sea of people you finally spot who those voices belong too, Sai and Baby 5, the two stand next to Sanji's cooking station talking with the slightly love struck cook as Baby five clings onto her husbands arm and then there was Barto. The poor guy must have been standing there this whole time, leaning on the table he rubs circles into it with a pout unable to get Sanji's attention "There you are, i was getting worried" You call out as Luffy pulls you over to the cooking station, there's no food on the grill but there is a small plate of food which Luffy goes to grab only to be smacked on the hand by Sanji who's holding a spatula. Barto's cheeks go red at your voice while turning in shock "I-i'm sorry miss-" You stop the rooster by placing a hand on his shoulder "Don't be, I'm guessing Sanji's been distracted this whole time" You let out a small giggle as you watch the cook talking to Baby 5 with hearts in his eyes. She may be married but that won't stop the blonde from fussing over her, you also couldn't help but smile at how happy she seems. "Y-yea, i tried to ask for some more meat for Mister Luffy but i don't think he heard me" The rooster looks down feeling bad for not doing what he came out here to do but you understand the situation.

Luffy goes to reach for the food again only to get hit again "Luffy knock it off thats for the lady not you" Sanji finally snaps staring at his captain who sighs and steps away from the food. "Can you go and get some booze, I'll deal with the food" You whisper to Barto who happily nods before heading off to do so, while keeping hold of Luffy hand you step closer to the table looking over at the plate of food "You did such a good job Sanji, like always" You giggle getting the cook to notice you, "Y/N-Chan, i'm so sorry i didn't see you there" Sanji starts to panic his cheeks going bright red but you shake your head slightly and wave your hand "It's ok, I was just hoping for some more of your delicious food" You smile getting the cook to start throwing food onto the grill, you turn to look at Sai and Baby five "Although according to Sai's crew, Baby five might have you beat, so i might have to try hers instead" You smile making Sai hold his head high while his eyes look down at his blushing wife seeming very proud of her. "Thank's Y/N, that's so sweet" She clings to her husband not sure what to do with that kind of compliment from another woman. "I'm sure the lady's cooking is amazing, but she deserved to relax so I'll make you some food Y/N-Chan" Sanji smiles his eyes turning to hearts as he looks at the blushing black haired girl. "Make sure you put more meat on" Luffy grins wide as he walks over to the table, his hand still in yours but lets his arm stretch as not to pull you away from talking to Sai and Baby five.

Sanji nods at his captain throwing more meat into the grill while you entertain his guests, he doesn't want the two especially the black haired girl to feel left out or unimportant as he cooks, there is slight worry in you since Luffy's starting to drool and will most likely get hit again by the cook but you focus on the two in front of you. "I'm glad i found you two, i wanted to thank you and your crew for coming to help, i really appreciate it" You bow your head a little at them making the two smile at you, Baby 5 blushes more before stepping closer and taking your free hand, it was a little jarring at first but you soon relax since she had no ill intent "I'm more than happy to help" The thanks you gave her seems to warm her heart making her feel important and needed, it broke you a little though since you know she always feels useless even though she's not. "There's no need to thank us, you've helped us out in the past its only right to pay you back. Plus, it's not right to be forced into marriage" Sai states as his arm goes around his wife's waist pulling her away from you since you did seem a little uncomfortable with her touch. "Although i have to say that dress looked really cute on you" Baby five smiles as she cups her cheeks thinking back to the pink dress, you jump a little at her words the memory of the dress making you a little sick. You try not to think about it but your hand's squeeze into fists almost crushing Luffy's hand in the process who turns with a questioning hum to look at you.

Sai notices your tense shoulders and shifting eyes so squeezes his wife's side getting her to realize "Oh no... I'm sorry i didn't mean to upset you" She panics tears starting to well up in her eyes but you shake your head as Luffy steps closer his hand squeezing yours in comfort. "You didn't upset me, its just that dress was really uncomfortable and showed a bit too much skin for my taste... Looks can be deceiving" You give a nervous laugh getting the woman to calm down and wipe the tears from her face. Once you relax and let your grip loosen on Luffy's hand the captain pulls it away to warp it wound your waist "Thanks guys for the help getting my Muffin back, but we should get going" Luffy smiles at the two pulling you a little closer to him as his other hand reaches out to grab the fresh plate of meat from Sanji. You go to protest since Barto isn't back yet and you don't want to leave him but then the rooster's voice calls out "Miss Y/N, Mister Luffy, I got the sake" Barto runs over with a crate of sake bottles, relief flows through you glad that you won't be leaving him behind "Thanks Barto. Thanks again guys.. I'll see you later Sanji." You call out to them as Luffy lightly pulls you away his hand now back in yours "See you later Y/N-Chan" Sanji calls after you as the three wave goodbye to your small group. Barto this time leads the way back through the crowd, "You ok?" Luffy whispers to you as you stay close behind him in order not to bump into anyone, "Yea i'm ok now... It just caught me off guard" You squeeze his hand as the two of you follow Barto through the crowd.

A loud squeal along with heavy footsteps makes you jump while clinging onto Luffy's arm, the captains eyes widen at your tense and distressed state pushing you behind him as a large female giant runs over. "Y/N... It so good to see you" Gerd yells with a big smile on her face and her arms wide open only for another giant behind her to grab the back of her shirt stopping the woman from crushing you and Luffy in a hug. "Gerd, how many times do i have to tell you? Chill out" Hajrudin sighs forcing his crew mate to sit on the floor before bowing a little at you and Luffy "Sorry about her, she's had a lot to drink" Luffy relaxes and slightly turns his head to see if your ok, you take a few shaky breathes as you press your head into the captains back trying to calm yourself down from the sudden and loud entrance of the female giant. "You shouldn't scare Miss Y/N like that" Barto walks up next to Luffy with a scowl making the female giant pout while looking at the floor, you know she didn't mean to scare you, she's just excited and has had way too much to drink "I'm sorry, i just wanted to say hi... Oh! I brought presents" She suddenly jumps up making her captain sigh who grabs her shirt stopping her from rushing over to you again but luckily she didn't make a move towards you. Managing to clam down a little you peak your head up over Luffy's shoulder to see the female giant, her cheeks very red and her eyes glowing, She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small bag "I thought you might like these, they'll help with your energy, and they taste like sweets, just don't eat them all at once ok"

The female giant holds out the bag but can't get too close with how hard Hajrudin is holding her shirt, Luffy's eyes light up at the thought of more food, but he managed to hold off on his reaction for a bit as you shift to move next to him. The captain looks you over and takes your hand seeing your still a little panicked "T-Thanks Gerd" You smile up at her the best you can while reaching out and taking the bag from her "And thanks to you and your crew for coming to help" You step back getting closer to Luffy, so he can look into the bag of candy that you open for him. "It's no problem and i'm sorry again for her actions... Let's go Gerd" Hajrudin sighs pulling his female crew mate back away from you, She doesn't resist but pouts again crossing her arms over her chest as her captain drags her away "Bye Y/N" She calls out with a small wave, you wave back before closing up the bag of sweets and tying it to your belt "Are you ok Miss Y/N?" Barto asks after you take a breath to calm yourself down, Luffy's arm goes around your waits knowing your still anxious "Yea, lets just go" You whisper keeping close to Luffy as Barto once again leads you back to the others. As much as it was nice to see everyone and get a chance to thank them, it was a bit too much right now, Luffy seemed to sense this, so he pulls you a little closer "If you want we can head back to the Sunny" The option was something you couldn't refuse, as much as you didn't want to pull Luffy and Zoro away from the party, you were tired and there was too much going on around you for your mind to handle.

You nod at him as you grab his hand thats around your waist pulling it tighter around you "We'll get Zoro and then head back ok" Luffy smiles at you before placing a kiss on your cheek, it wasn't long until the blanket came into view, Barto runs over calling out to Zoro before slamming the crate down causing Usopp and Chopper to wake up with a fright "There you are, i was getting worried" The swordsman grabs a bottle of Sake while his eyes stay fixed on you and Luffy, "We ran into some others on the way back, sorry for the wait" Barto rubs the back of his head feeling bad for keeping Zoro waiting, Usopp leans over and grabs a bottle for himself before leaning back while Chopper looks up at you with concerned eyes "Are you ok Y/N?" The doctor asks seeing you gripping onto the captains arm thats around your waist "Oh! Yea, just tired" You smile at the reindeer who nods "We're gonna head back to the sunny" Luffy smiles mainly at Zoro who nods before standing up and making his way over to the two of you "Here babe, I'll carry you" The swordsman puts his arms around you as Luffy lets you go letting the green haired man pick you up, wrapping your arms around his neck you lean into Zoro while placing your head on his shoulder. "Captain mind grabbing some sake" The swordsman asks now that Luffy's hand is free but stops when seeing the captain starting to shove some meat into his mouth, Zoro can't help but let out a laugh at it "It's ok Mister Zoro, i can carry some back to the Sunny for you" Barto jumps up happy to help but Chopper stands up and walks over to the crate grabbing two bottles.

Zoro turns to look over at Barto about to say no when he spots Chopper walking over to him with some sake "I'll do it, i'm tired too so i should head back anyway" The doctor smiles up at the three of you as Usopp lays back down and pats the spot next to him "Come on just relax, you've been running around like a headless chicken" The sniper sighs while tilting his head to look at Barto who quickly nods and makes his way over. "Bye guys" You wave at the two as Luffy and Chopper lead the way back to the Sunny, Clinging onto Zoro you press your face into his neck feeling much safer "Did something happen?" The swordsman whispers to you, he can tell your still tense, but he doesn't know if its because of physical or mental pain. You sigh while gripping onto his shoulder "I'm fine, everything's just... too much" You whisper not sure how to put it into words but Zoro seems to understand, his grip on you tightens a bit, it didn't hurt since he made sure his hands are on your uninjured areas "I've got you, your safe with me and you had Luffy with you. We'll get into bed and do what ever you want" He whispers to you while placing a kiss on your head but keeps an eye on Luffy and Chopper in order not to get lost. The two in front were talking about something he couldn't hear as Luffy finished off the plate of meat he's been craving for so long. "Thanks Zo, I love you" You kiss his neck earning a hum of content off the swordsman "I love you too baby" He whispers back leaning into the kisses you start placing all over his neck.

Walking into the Sunny Chopper turns to the three of you and holds out the bottles of Sake to Luffy "I'll take the plate to the kitchen for you" The doctor smiles up at Luffy who thanks the reindeer with a pat in the head before exchanging the plate for the Sake "Thanks Chopper, night" Luffy smiles before heeding off to your room, Zoro gives a nod to the reindeer as he carries you off to your room "Night guys, I'll see you in the morning" The reindeer calls out after the three of you as you wave to the doctor as he heads off to the kitchen, Luffy opens the door to your room and turns on the light letting out a sigh of relaxation as he places the Sake bottles on the side next to the bed before flopping back onto the bed. "That was fun" The captain smiles looking over as Zoro walks around the other side of the bed while giving a simple hum in response. "Sorry you had to leave so soon" You give your captain a sad smile, happy that he would leave the party for you but also sad that you pulled him away so soon "Nah, don't worry about it. Plus it just means i can spend more time with you two" Luffy smiles sitting up as Zoro lowers you down onto the bed before kissing your forehead "I'll go anywhere you two are" You giggle at it while pushing his shoulders away "And where ever the booze is" You comment making the swordsman grin before leaning down and placing his lips on yours "You know me so well" He whispers against your lips before pulling away to head round the other side of the bed, Luffy scoots over to be in the middle while putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side.

With a relaxed sigh you snuggle into the captains side while rapping your arms around his waist and placing your face in his neck, Zoro sits on the bed and pops open the bottle of Sake before leaning back on the bed starting to drink it. Luffy pouts since the swordsman didn't come as close as he wanted so tugs on Zoro's sleeve, the green haired man lets out a sigh before moving closer letting Luffy wrap his arm around his waist "Needy" The swordsman mumbles under his breath making you giggle a little, it is true that Luffy gets quiet needy but it's been a while since its just been the three of you with no one else around so you understand. Luffy can't help but let his big smile show while holding you both to him, it doesn't matter that he's missing the feast since he has the two of you all to himself plus you managed to get some meat for him, so he can't complain too much. "I love you two" The captain suddenly says after a long relaxing silence, lifting your head up from his neck with slightly tired eyes you place your hand on his cheek pulling his face to look at you "I love you My King" You smile up at him before leaning in and placing your lips on his for a short kiss knowing by the look on Zoro's face that you'd only get one, Luffy tries to kiss you again but is pulled away by Zoro who had put his Sake to one side in order to pull the captains face to him "I love you My Captain" Zoro mumbles against Luffy's lips before kissing the man, the two hum as the swordsman pushes his tongue into the captains mouth letting it roam around. Placing your hand on Luffy's chest you lay your head back on his shoulder while starting to kiss his neck.

Zoro soon pulls away watching as Luffy pants a little for air but has a huge smile on his face, The swordsman runs his hand over your cheek getting you to stop kissing the captains neck and look up at him "I love you baby" The green haired man leans in placing his lips on your but before he can shove his tongue into your mouth you pull away earning a confused look "I love you Hunk" You whisper against his lips before kissing his lips earning a hum of satisfaction, Luffy smiles at the two of you while leaning closer and kisses the swordsman's shoulder as you place your hand on Zoro's cheek pulling him in a bit more. Zoro shoves his tongue into your mouth not wanting to wait anymore but you happily open your mouth for him letting your tongues meet as Luffy kisses up the green haired man's neck to his ear "I love you My Swords master" The captain whispers earning a hum and slightly shivers from Zoro at the nickname but the swordsman refused to break the kiss despite the slight blush and flustering feeling. Luffy leans over to you placing his lips on your shoulder and kissing up to your neck then to your ear before whispering into it "I love you Muffin" You break the kiss from Zoro since you need air but your now able to see the bright red blush on the swordsman's cheeks along with a satisfied grin, The captain kisses your cheek wanting your attention so you turn to face him while cupping his face. The big smile on his face seems to get bigger at your touch, despite his eagerness Luffy waits for you to make the first move not wanting to hurt you or make you anxious again.

It's a sweet gesture and one you can't thank him enough for, without warning you crash your lips onto Luffy's earning a surprised him from your captain before he relaxes into the kiss, Zoro chuckles while slowly laying down pulling Luffy with him and in turn you as well. Laying slightly on top of your captain you don't break the kiss instead you nip at his lower lip asking for more which he happily agrees too, with his arm around your waist keeping you slightly on top of him Luffy slips his tongue into your mouth as you open it for him. Zoro lays his head on the captains free shoulder while closing his eye relaxing into the cuddle while letting you and Luffy make out but soon you have to pull away for air by placing your hand on the captains chest and giving it a light pat. Luffy giggles a little into the kiss before letting you break the kiss, his eyes look up at you as you pant for air with red cheeks but your eyes never leave his while your thumb rubs his cheek. Zoro wraps an arm around your waist interlocking his fingers with Luffy's hand thats around it while letting out a slight grown wanting you to lay down so the three of you can cuddle and hopefully fall asleep. You lightly kiss Luffy's lips one more time before laying your head down on the captains spare shoulder coming face to face with the swordsman, you peck his lips lightly while cuddling into the two and letting yourself relax. "Get some rest Muffin" Luffy whispers after placing a kiss on your head "You too My Swords master" The captain chuckles a little placing a kiss on the swordsman's head as the man shivers again at the nickname.

[acourtofthought]

forgive me if you've answered this before, but what do you think the "big betrayal" SJM hinted at in the next book is going to be? part of me is thinking its going to be az defying rhys and entering an affair with elain before that inevitably turns sour. I know a certain subset of fandom is suggesting gwyn is gonna be evil which is goofy, but I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Is this something she said in an interview or something hinted at in SF? I'd love to hear more about the Betrayal she spoke of! Up until SF and even in SF, we had proof of Az being defiant and announcing that he'd disobey Rhys's orders but we've never actually seen him go behind Rhys's back. I think if Az was planning on defying Rhys in regards to Elain, a few things wouldn't have happened. First, I don't think Az would have left the River House thinking to himself that he knew he had been right to avoid Elain. We're directly in Azriel's thoughts and if he had real feelings for Elain, I imagine we would have gotten something along the lines of, "Rhys just didn't understand" or "Rhys was wrong for thinking he only wanted Elain for sex". Instead, his silence to Rhys and lack of thoughts to himself sort of confirm that he really doesn't have the best intentions when it comes to Elain. We also get the line, "Rhys had rarely threatened punishment or pulled rank. It stunned Azriel enough that it knocked him from his rage." Which to me means that Az saying, "You can't order me to do that" is simply bravado because he's throwing a tantrum that someone called him out for irrational and irresponsible behavior. I think when Rhys finally used his commanding voice, it calmed Az down enough to see that he was acting out of line. It reminded him that he knew he should have stayed away from Elain because his jealousy over not getting what he wants (a mating bond like his brothers) is making him do things he knows he'd end up regretting. I really don't think SJM then added Gwyn into things if Az is planning on defying Rhys in order to be with Elain because this is what Az's story would look like: In love with Mor for 500 + years Starts to show interest in Elain while also still being in love with Mor Gets ready to kiss Elain but tells her it's a mistake. Can't confirm to Rhys that he's over Mor. Can't confirm that he's thought of a future with Elain but gets pissed at Rhys as if Rhys doesn't have a right to be pissed at Az's non responses however he still ends up spending the second half of the evening with Gwyn who makes him feel a bit better after everything that happened. Decides to give Gwyn the gift he originally planned on giving Elain and the thought of Gwyn's happiness makes him feel joy. Defies Rhys to be with Elain. That all sounds like a male who has some major issues. He would literally be bouncing back and forth to whichever female showed him the tiniest bit of interest at any given moment and I can't imagine SJM writing a male love interest like that unless she plans on tanking his character the way she did with Tamlin. Also, we do get confirmation in SF that where Az did first attempt to defy Rhys and Feyre with going after Briallyn, he eventually agreed to hold off. That to me was SJM demonstrating that while Az's initial response has been to rage and throw tantrums, he's starting to show respect for his High Lord and High Lady's decisions. If there is to be some big betrayal I think it's going to completely be related to plot (not ships, going behind friends and family just to date someone) and won't end up being a betrayal at all, at least not by a major character who is getting a POV. Whether it's an Elucien book or Gwynriel book next, it doesn't make sense to me to have one of the main characters get in over their head and need Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Cassian, etc to save them. That makes no sense when the hero / heroine of a novel are the ones supposed to save the day. Also, if the IC end up betrayed we'd need their POV to see their emotional turmoil over having been betrayed or suspecting the betrayal in the first place and that doesn't make a lot of sense if it's an Az POV. It could work if say, Elain thought Lucien was betraying them and she decided to keep tabs on him to find out more information only to learn that Lucien never betrayed them at all but had a clever scheme going on which ends up helping everyone.

What could also be a possibility is if a secondary character (i.e. Eris) is the one to betray them. He strikes me as a very Loki like character who bounces back and forth between doing good and being ready to throw them all under the bus if it no longer serves his purpose.

[olderthannetfic]

Been thinking about daring to try to get into vidding (but I have zero knowledge about video editing lol) and wondered if there are ship manifestos that are in fanvid-form, so to say. Am shocked that there are only six on AO3. Though I guess it may have to do with videos being taken down because of copyright stuff?

(One of them was by you by the way if I'm not mistaken, ha! And now I want to watch Veritas: The Quest. Your video got me interested.^^)

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Haha. I was going to say!

Veritas is a fun dumb time. It makes me sad that they never released properly. (And yes, my love of baaaaaad "archaeology" canons full of magical woo and tomb raiding goes way back. Also my love of fake death and fake betrayal plots.)

AO3 is only moderately popular for fanvids, and mostly in a very specific community of people who send vids to the small-scale fancons—the sorts of people who founded OTW and who were vidding on Livejournal. (It won't be because of takedowns. The AO3 work would still be there, just with a dead embed.) That lack of popularity overall is part of why you don't see so many video manifestos, but I think it's more a terminology thing:

I think it's rare for vidders to call their vids "manifestos". I don't think of that one video as a vid that is a manifesto: I think of it as a vid I made to include in a manifesto. Instead, we tend to call them "pimp vids", but you don't tag with that because it's presumptuous. It's something you say retroactively about other people's vids or that you tell a vid beta you're aiming for. You don't get to decide if your vid successfully pimps people in any more than you get a say in whether you go viral, you know?

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There's a weekly vidders' zoom run by DC Slash (one of the tiny slash cons), and we just had a week where we brought in vids that got us into fandoms. A lot of other people's were ancient, blurry VCR transfers because they've been at this a lot longer than I have, but I can show you some of the vids that have gotten me into fandoms:

Killa's Haven vid Soldier annoyed me so much. What is that one brief flash of a scene? Did that dude die? It's not that sad a vid though? What the hell? So I had to watch just to find out. (Yes, he died. But he got better. Because Haven.)

The fact that I know and like Killa didn't hurt, but it's not like I loved the vid itself: a lot of it was my sheer annoyance at that one shot.

Of course, then, I made my own Haven vid, Captain Kidd, that was supposed to be an angry deep dive into show lore and how the other sanctimonious, fake-moral but actually pretty useless characters were treating my blorbo. (This is a theme with me, it appears.) It was not even 1% supposed to be a pimp vid...

To date, this is by far my most successful pimp vid, luring a whole bunch of people into the show just in time for it to massively jump the shark. (Damn it.) I've never even seen the ending.

More recently, akiv's Beyond Evil vid I'm a Ruler made me fall hard for Beyond Evil. Imagine my shock when what looked like a relatively normal buddy cop series starts with one of them secretly investigating the other as a serial killer. It was so much more intense and fucked up than I realized! Yessss.

After bouncing hard off of DMBJ, it was this Youtube vid Hei Ye falling for the Thorny Flower that got me intrigued again. The tone is so obvious and the dynamic is so clear, which really helped me get interested in a franchise that's often pretty hard to follow plot-wise.

I admit I never actually watched canon, but this Mr. Queen vid by Mozzaphne made me go look up a plot summary so I could read all of the fic. Lots of youtube vidders overuse show dialogue and mix it horribly over songs, but this one was really well done and adds a lot to your understanding of the character dynamics.

I don't think my foray into Detroit: Become Human was entirely because of a single vid, but Figure 8 by Dirty Mind Gene definitely helped. I knew it was a video game with robots. Nobody fucking told me it was a Caves of Steel ripoff with a jaded cop getting his mojo back via getting to know his robot partner.

I of course then went and made one with all of the zillions of deaths in the game because I love that shit. This apparently also got at least one person into the fandom.

Another vid a different person mentioned pimping them into a fandom was Lola's Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty vid ME!

It's a fabulous vid, and it's a fantastic illustration of how the central (canon) ship is supposed to read. Sadly, my personal opinion of the show is that Tang Fan is a perpetual victim and piece of shit who puts his own shallow grasp of morality and his personal feelings over the greater good, often getting characters killed unnecessarily. (I hear this is largely due to some questionable adaptation choices where they swapped who's the hothead and who's the one cleaning up messes.)

I've noticed that fluffy bunnies who watch the show tend to think Tang Fan is ~nice~ because he spouts modern morality instead of a selfish little bitch because he refuses to face the reality of the setting he's in and find the best real world solution instead of holding out for an ideal he'll never attain and thus making everything ten times worse. It reminds me forcibly of tumblr wank where people see themselves as these great moral leaders but lack all grasp of nuance. Their sensitivity extends only to their own feelings.

Yes, Sleuth left me with a lot of rage...

How dare the writing pretend like Tang Fan is the moral arbiter of anything, when my own personal fave, whom half the cast thinks is a villain, is constantly cleaning up after him, trying to keep the body count low, trying to maintain order as everybody else flies out of control...

And then the show made it all better by tormenting Tang Fan in the iddiest way possible. Ohohoho. It's not just that he gets his face rubbed in his own inadequacy and inability to save people. It's the ridiculously over-the-top flashback to "You're my only friend" right in the middle of the death scene. Way to twist the knife!

I, of course, have made my own vid for this fandom, Tiny, Pretty & Angry, and it is absolutely a manifesto, just not a ship one. It's a manifesto about how Wang Zhi is not only the most competent, but also the actual moral center of everything and fuck all of y'all if you don't agree.

In fact, there's probably another reason we don't call them manifestos:

In the oldschool Media Fandom vidding traditions, most vids are video essays and manifestos, really. That's a lot of the point of the aesthetic: making an argument. Partly due to technological limitations and partly due to vidding being innovated by slashers who were constantly challenged about their ships, the pretty visual spectacle styles so common in AMVs and currently on Youtube were largely absent. Meta argument was everything. That's the default.

Here's another one of mine that's pretty explicitly a fuck you to how most people in Untamed fandom see Wen Ning.

[beesmygod]

BLOODBORNE LORE PART 8: RESEARCH HALL, MARIA, LUDWIG, AND THE PALE MOON

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part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

part 6 (start of lore dump)

part 7

BLOCK #LONG POST/ TO NOT SEE THESE HUGE POSTS

i will post pure speculation in italics and important nouns in bold. these are created with the intent to be enjoyed by fans and non-fans.

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we're back at a part of the game you actually play. all of that shit except for the fishing hamlet (and even then you don't see the raid happen) happened off screen. i had to prove it all happened to you using the stupid item descriptions and cobble together a timeline using context clues. either there's a satisfying enough thread of cohesion that can be teased out of this story in spite of its rampant and wild editing or im very ill and need to go to the doctor.

i just really like how many things have direct relations and it leaves it to you to figure out. the allure is that it doesn't spoon-feed me and trusts me to be intelligent enough/insane enough to want to figure out on my own why the hunter just did any of that. if you're actually playing bloodborne as a first time player, the plot is a series of incomprehensible and horrifying situations that makes it seem like the hunter is just stumbling unluckily into various evil rituals and happenings. the game+ system and the sheer size of the chalice dungeons encourages you to re-play the game, but this time with what little you know.

oh also when you do ng+ you'll have enough insight to see that the buildings have been crawling with enormous bug monsters the whole time. that's worth looking into. anyway:

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Once, a young girl had an older brother who was determined to become a doctor, and so she wilfully became his patient. In the end, this led to their encounter with the Eldritch Truth, for which they considered themselves blessed.

laurence wanted to be a doctor, which makes his blindly optimistic interest in a magical blood from a hole in the ground that cures all your ailments much more understandable. this interest drove him to leave byrgenwerth with some of his associates in order to form their own research hall/church/punitive colony. he did not, however, totally abandon the eyeball-based research of byrgenwerth.

it seems yharnam has a lackadaisical approach to human rights and torture: the subjects of the research hall are criminals or heretics who cry out that they're "guilty, they know" and they "won't do/say it again". i dont think there's any reversing what they do to them, based on what you harvest out of them:

"Greyish amoeba-shaped brain fluid. Wobbles and bounces. Extracted from a patient whose head expanded until that was all that they were.

In the early days of the Healing Church, the Great Ones were linked to the ocean, and so the cerebral patients would imbibe water, and listen for the howl of the sea. Brain fluid writhed inside the head, the initial makings of internal eyes."

"imbibe water" is an incredible innuendo for "pour dirty, parasite-filled ocean water inside of their skulls" (likely using the techniques seen in the skulls of the fishing village from the previous post. just get a funnel and see what happens). makes me a bit queasy, honestly lol. also it was a huge bust, except in a handful of cases. the most significant discovery came from the aforementioned doctor's sister.

on the left is a research hall patient stock enemy. they have the emaciated, pallid bodies associated with those who experience The Eldritch Truth™ (they are, in fact, reskinned labyrinth pthumerians). some have grown into giants, some are only heads, some are friendly but insane, most are hostile.

on the right is laurence's sister, blood saint adeline. a blood saint is a woman (apparently, as all of our samples come exclusively from women) whose blood has been specially treated and cultivated to be superior in healing. adeline and a blood saint during the main game named adella both serve up blood with bonus healing (adeline's effect is superior by far). arianna's dirty vileblood increases stamina regen instead. here's all the bloods side by side with the brightness blasted up so we can see. i included iosefka in here for good measure but she is not a blood saint. it doesnt seem like the blood from the vial is hers.

blood saints are "vessels for blood", which i take to be literal. i think they are the results of a full blood transfusion of old blood. i mean, you run into some of these guys with the transfusion bags still attached to them so its a fair assumption. whatever the process, there are enemy patients with rotten track-marked arms that spew slow poison at you (as opposed to rapid poison, a different mechanic) whose transformation was unsuccessful. poisons are found in story significant places and enemies; most relevant at this moment the weapon obtained at the end of the DLC, the kos parasite, that spews slow poison. lore note: black and white healing church doctor armor sets protect against poisons. poison might have been a big problem in day to day life in that shithole of a town yharnam.

anyway, look again at the two lumps up there. adeline's head is paler than the enemy versions. the more frenzied an enemy is, the redder their head (...). check out the difference between the patients that attack you with their fists and the ones that run on all fours and growl.

remember this simple rhyme:

if its eldritch and true: its pale and blue if the blood is red, its a beast ahead. -shakespeare

this will come up a lot more later.

all this shit lead to at least SOME kind of information. the experiments lead to some interesting results, such as the notable failures who survived a grotesque transformation but their eyeless heads collapsed. there's also the patients in the lumenflower garden who have arcane magic and cast spells of "slow down your ps4's frame rate". there's some heads just oozing around without bodies. all in all, just some freaks who were on the precipice of scraping something otherworldly, but fell just short.

except adeline.

after partaking in multiple helpings of "brain fluid" (...), adeline hears/see something and transcribes it; a rune that reveals a sliver of the eldritch truth and what it means to be a "celestial attendant".

milkweed. something to be eaten to facilitate transformation.

when milkweed is equipped with the kos parasite, the hunter takes on a bizarre transformation.

okay, it's a reference to matango, but it also turns your ass into space broccoli for parasites to eat. the hunter moves jerkily like the parasite is piloting them ratatouille style. we can assume the brainsuckers operate on similar principles; parasites have some agency in this world.

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following the events of the fishing hamlet, lady maria abandoned the hunters and took up residence in the astral clock tower above the research hall. while beloved by the patients for her compassion, she was unable to ease their intentional suffering and was driven to despair. when the hunter finds her trapped in the hunter's nightmare, she is forever in her final horrible moments. her wrists are slit.

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lady maria's suicide drove gerhman over the edge. his "curious mania" for her was such that he buried her in his workshop (where you find the old hunter bone), made a porcelain doll of her (uhhh...), and dressed it in weird doll clothes completely unlike her real duds (O_O). and like. combed its hair and groomed it and shit.

and in his manic, feverish, obsessive grief, gerhman was heard by a sympathetic spirit: the nameless moon presence. the umbilical cord in the workshop says as such.

said umbilical cord had a different description before the patch on day one. it seems like an old description from the alpha. it reads:

One of the heirlooms used to contact the Great Ones, originating in the child of the Vilebloods. Long ago, in an encounter with the Great Ones, a contract was established, establishing the hunters and the hunters dream. Keep one to fend off foul spirits, or use it to obtain great Insight.

i find it a satisfying explanation to assume that of the many things the church pilfered from castle cainhurst, any remains of an attempted "child of blood" would be at the top of that list. it puts annalise's predicament more into focus. she has to start all over again to create her mysterious "child of blood" but with hardly anyone to serve her.

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in the deepest depths of the labyrinth (my guess is isz, given this cut scourge beast intended for that chalice dungeon that shares a color scheme with the following items- and literally nothing else in the game), old hunter turned tomb prospector ludwig discovers three things that change his, and all of yharnam's, fate forever. the first is a sword with an initially unremarkable appearance. when called upon by ludwig, the sword would shine with eldritch moonlight, rallying his own spirits and those of his cadre of hunters who were drawn to his heroics (the sword would remain an iconic symbol of the church hunters). the second was found in conjunction with the sword; a rune meaning "guidance" that glows with the same strange pale moonlight as the sword. and third, in the seemingly eternal darkness of his closed eyes, suddenly ludwig could see tiny flecks of light dancing in his mind's eye. or perhaps, in his real eye, as the dlc he appears in establishes is quite possible (albeit with different result when a kos parasite is used). it is worth considering that ludwig's mysterious and otherworldly "threads of light" that he secretly feared were something literal, and physical, and not figments of his imagination. something parasitic from the moon that facilitated the blood thirsty hunt for a greater purpose.

this is the greatest voice acting of all time. please spare one minute to listen to the funniest "scary" horse sounds ever made

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ok thats all for now. its a lot. this shit is complicated. i can finally get out of the stupid shit that happened before the game that we have to guess at soon. like the next post should wrap it up to old yharnam burning. i feel like my brain is melting.

[daimyosprincess]

Oooh could I please ask about Beskar Hearts? 👀💕

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it.

Beautiful Jess thank you for the ask because this one..... WHEW 😮‍💨😮‍💨

It's legit just porn with the barest semblance of plot to get us to from one spicy scene to the next. That's it, that's the tweet.

Enjoy below 🤭

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Bonus: Inspo

A monotone ping sounds from the ship's control panel, drawing Din's attention away from the blaster he's cleaning. Looking up, he sees the message alert of the comm array blinking to life, pulsing like a steady heartbeat—a holo from Boba. He probably wants to check if everything's okay, Din figures as he sets aside his task to play the message. He'd gone a week over schedule, after all.

The job had been simple enough: track down a rogue smuggler and bring him back to the palace, and be back in less than a week. Reality, however, had turned out quite different; the smuggler had proved to be smarter than he looked, leading Din on a two week chase through the jungles of some Maker-forsaken moon in the Deygobah system. Tired and ready to be back at the palace, back with you, Din starts the message.

Instead of Boba, however, he's greeted by your face, tilted back at a sharp angle, on the glowing holo-projector. There's a rough hand tangled in your hair pulling your head back, and your eyes are wild with desperation. A familiar deep voice rumbles out of frame, "Go on then, princess, tell Djarin why you begged me to call him."

"Din… Din, please," you croak out before you screw your eyes shut and a moan spills from your lips. You try to bury your face down off camera but the hand in your hair forces your face up.

Tutting in disapproval, Boba's voice crackles through the comm again. "Let him see how good you look while you're taking me… fuck… now go on and tell him."

Heat flashes through the Mandalorian like fire through brush, his cock already now half hard. The past two weeks had left no time to spare for attending to personal needs, and he missed you and Boba. Your smile, his warmth, your bodies pressed together in bed.

"Din, Din, please he won't let me come until you get back, please where are you?"

"You hear her, Djarin? Poor little thing's desperate."

You whimper pitifully as you bounce in the frame of the holo, another moan escaping you.

"Tell him how good my cock makes that sweet little pussy feel, tell him how bad you want to come."

"O-oh fuck, Din, it feels so fucking good but he won't let me-fuuuuuck-Din, please, I want to come so bad, please, please come home."

"Listen to how good she begs, Djarin. Don't keep our princess waiting, I don't know how much more she can take without breaking the rules like a good girl."

The message ends, cutting to static before the comm shuts off. Din is dizzy with want, his blood singing your name like a prayer. The image of Boba's hand in your hair, your expression dark with desire fills his head until there's nothing but the thought of you left. The softness of your skin, the sweet heat of your cunt… kark. 

He knew how Boba liked to fill you up, stuff you so full that all you could do is babble and beg. He also knew Boba was a man of his word—if he said he wouldn't let you come until he came back, well then you wouldn't be coming. Fuck. Din wanted, needed to be back at the palace now, fucking you sweet and deep until you came all over him, releasing all the pent up frustration he'd caused you to endure in his absence. 

Despite wanting to chide Boba for holding your release captive—Din never could bring himself to deny you, not when you looked so pretty coming undone for them—a small still-rational piece of his mind knows it's for the best. Boba is the firm hand that strikes while Din is the soothing palm to rub away the pain, the two ends of your pleasure's spectrum. You needed both, you wanted both.

Din huffs out a breath, coming to a decision: if you couldn't come, then he couldn't either. He would wait until he was in your arms and your own pleasure satisfied before he attended to his own desires. That decided, Din picks up his forgotten blaster and resumes his previous task with some effort; Boba's commanding timbre and your lust-blown expression dance at the edges of his mind. Despite that temptation, and the protesting stiffness of his cock, Din remains true to his promise. Shooting a glance at the controls, he checks the remaining travel time—5 standard hours, 49 minutes till sublight to Tatooine. Six hours is nothing, he tells himself, not when the reward is you.

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[a-student-out-of-time]

Hello Mod! Just wanted to let you know that you've made one of my favourite story/ask blogs on Tumblr! It's really inspired me to start my own, but I really enjoy how good your writing is and I'm worried mine won't be as good becuase of my inexperience. So I wanted to ask, how do you go about running a blog like this and planning out the story with so many characters? I feel like it would be a very bad idea to just start a blog on a whim without planning ahead? sorry idk how to articulate this

//No, it's okay! These questions I can handle just fine ^^

//I always say, if you wanna start a project, you should go for it. What you should never expect out of it is that it'll be flawless right off the bat. My work wasn't great when I was starting out, but I found my footing as we went on and things gradually got to the point where they are today.

//If you want some advice on how to improve your work early on, it helps to have your story's overall goal in mind from the start, how you want to get there, what characters you want to focus on and what sort of tone you're going for.

//Also, always have someone you can bounce ideas of off and discuss the plot with. Having someone to discuss ideas is always beneficial and can help you decide what works and what doesn't.

//Most importantly, always be flexible. You might have a story in mind that ends up shifting from your initial plans, but that's okay. Always be willing to reorganize if a new direction or new idea comes up, but saving ideas for later can also really help ^^

//And if you do make mistakes, don't be afraid to use them as a springboard for new storytelling opportunities. A lot of writers would rather forget, retcon or ignore them, but I see using them as story opportunities as someone really developing their craft as a writer.

//Those are tips I've had in mind for my blog for years now, and I hope that they help you improve yours ^^

[dino-boyo-agere]

Giggles, Tears, Fun & Feels

little!Garrett Watts & cg!Andrew Siwicki x little!reader

╰→ all platonic!

cw: nothing really, all fluff and a wee bit hurt and comfort (because I can't help myself..)

! Gender neutral pronouns & "Y/N" are used to refer to the reader.

Plot:

Your caregiver, Andrew Siwicki, takes you along to a video shoot with his best friend, Garrett Watts. At some point he has to leave, resulting in Garrett babysitting you. While playing, you  and Garrett himself, discover a whole new side of him.

Word count: 1829

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Andrew, was finally able to take you along to his best friend - Garrett's - place. You are really happy to meet him, since you always loved his videos. Speaking off, they have to shoot a video while you are here. But knowing how their work days normally go, they probably won't start before midnight, so you have plenty of time to get to know Garrett first.

Even though you didn't plan on it, you quickly begin to slip when you arrive at Garrett's house. Seeing all the fun, weird and interesting things he has laying around everywhere and the excitement of finally getting to know one of your favorite content creators, there is just no avoiding it. You try and fight slipping, at first, worried you might ruin their schedule. But Andrew and Garrett reassure you that it's okay and that they'll be able to handle both, little you and making the video. 'Besides, they most likely won't start shooting until way past your bedtime anyways.'

Setting up the lighting and cameras, Andrew notices that he's forgotten to bring batteries. Garrett confirms that he also doesn't have any at home, so your caregiver decides to drive to the store and get some, as Garrett insists that they absolutely need them for the spirit box. Andrew promises he'll make it as quick as possible and asks if it would be okay for you to stay with Garrett, until he's back. Obviously, you agree.

Garrett is way more quiet in person, than you thought he would be. Of course, you didn't expect him to be as chaotic as he is in his videos, but you definitely pictured him not as apprehensive as he showed to be. But you didn't mind. You're just happy to finally meet him in person.

You are playing with some of his miniature items as he watches you, making sure you won't try to eat any of them.. 'But maybe, if you move just slow enough, he might not-' "Hey, Y/N! What are-"

You flinch at the sudden loud voice. 'Oh no, Garrett sounds angry, what if he hates me now?'

Your worries quickly subside, wen you hear his all to familiar giggle. "Ahahaha.. Don't eat that old lady, that's SO rude!"

You giggle along with him. ¹* "Sowwy ol lagy!" You say apolitically, before placing her next to the fridge.

Grabbing two stuffies, you excitedly approach Garrett. ²* "Wan pay?"

"Uh, sure.. What do you want to play?" He sounded hesitant.

³* "Weally? Yu dun as to if yu don wan!" Seeing how you try to make sure he is comfortable with the situation, Garrett flashed you a warm smile.

"Yes, I'm sure. Sorry, if I seem a little.. off, today. I've been all up in my head lately... Aaand you're a child.. so, I probably shouldn't unload my mental health stuff on ya.. uh.. I'mma stop talking about that now."

You stare up at him with troubled look, unsure how or if you should respond. "I'm fine though, don't worry! It's just stupid adult brain stuff and I think playing with you could help me feel a bit better, actually." He adds, ruffling your hair and making you giggle by doing so.

⁴* "Tay." You say, holding one of the stuffies up to him, before explaining what you'd like to play. ⁵* "Yu take dis n we pay tea paty, tay?"

Garrett's face begins to beam. "Oh, fun!! I love tea parties!" He exclaimes, excitedly grabbing the plushie. His excitement quickly jumping over to you as well. "Ya!! Fun, fun, fun!" You begin bouncing up and down, with Garrett swiftly joining in.

"Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!" The both of you chant, hopping around and giggling, until you let yourselves fall to the ground.

Out of breath, you just lay there for a few minutes, until you look over, as you hear Garrett giggling.

He repeatedly lifts his stuffie in the air, before bringing it back down to give it a kiss on the nose, making a "mwah!" sound and giggling each time.

He seems.. small.. and happy.

Loving his silly giggles, you decide to make him even more happy.

'If kisses from one plushie make him titter, kisses from two plushies will most definitely bring double the fun!' You think to yourself.

So, you take your stuffie, bringing it to his cheek, making a "mwah!" sound aswell, following his example.

Bewildered, he stops and stares at you for a second, before breaking out in giggles again and returning the favor, making his plush friend give you a kiss on the cheek too.

The two of you are goofing around on the floor, fighting a kissies-war against each other's plush toys, when Andrew arrives back home.

Hearing you both giggling, like a couple of maniac's, he basically flys into the room, hoping to join in the fun.

"What are you guys up to, huh? Having fun, are we?" He asks, also laughing.

⁶* "Ya, fun out yu!" You blurt out teasingly, still unable to stop giggling.

Andrew ghasps dramatically. "Oh, the betrayal!! Y/N, how could you?!" He exclaimes, falling to the floor theatrically.

You giggle even more. ⁷* "Cuz Gatet way moa fun! Gatet fun lik meh n no boin laik yu!"

Andrew laughes, as he playfully grabs your foot. "Unacceptable!" He exclaimes melodramatically "I will have to eat you as compensation for the emotional turmoil!" He declares further, before pretending to chomp down on your foot, to try and eat it, making you squeal. ⁸* "Nu eat meh, peas! m sowy, pomis!" You plead, still giggling.

Andrew gives you a kiss on your forehead, "Okay, Y/N, I forgive you!" before averting his attention to Garrett.

"And what do you have to say to your defense, Mr. Watts? Trying to steal my little rae of sunshine? How dare you?" He performes his lines in the same dramatical manner as he did with you, but Garrett doesn't seem to be as exited as he was a few minutes ago.

Now, that you thought about it, he has been notably quiet throughout your and Andrew's whole theatrics.

Your caregiver also seems to notice the shift in Garrett's mood just now. "Hey, Garrett. Are you alright?" He inquires.

Getting no answer, he persists. "Gare bear, tell me what's wrong."

Garrett stares at the ground, as his shoulders begin to shake and tears roll down his cheeks. "Mh.. s- sorry.." He whisperers.

Andrew's face paints a worried expression. "Sorry? For what? You didn't- I was just joking around Gare! I'm not actually mad at you, I promise!" He says, resting a hand on Garrett's shoulder in support. "You did an amazing job, taking care of-"

He is interrupted by Garrett. "No! I not! Did bad!"

Andrew shakes his head no. "That's just not true. You both where laughing like mad men, when I arrived. You where having so much fun! How's that 'doing bad', huh?" Andrew asks, bringing one hand to his chin, making Garrett look up at him.

His eyes where puffy and red and his nose was runny from crying. ⁹* "Ezacy! I giggle n play. Buh I sposed be big. I no smol. I neva been smol. Why nao? It Selfis! Sorry.. I s- sorry for bein selfis.."

Your caregiver gives the dishevelled boy a kiss on his forehead. "No, I'm sorry. You know. I had a hunch. Kind of, like.. a feeling that you might be an age regressior, without even realizing it.."

Garrett looks at him in bewilderment. "H- how?"

Andrew scratches his head. "Honestly, I'm not too sure myself. Ever since I met Y/N and became a caregiver, I just had a feeling you might be a little one aswell."

He pauses, getting a nod from Garrett as response, before continuing. "That's actually why I insisted on Y/N coming along. I was hoping you might regress, when you guys hang out a bit."

You pout slightly, prompting Andrew to add "..aaand because I want to take them with me, whenever it's possible, of course!!"

Satisfied, you smile at him, so he continues to comfort Garrett.

"Obviously, I shouldn't have left you alone with such a big responsibility, especially seeing how I knew you where a little.. I'm sorry, Garrett."

The boy sat quietly for a little while, seemingly trying to comprehend everything and to come up with a response.

"No kno." He mutteres, after a few minutes of silence, only getting confused looks from both you and Andrew.

¹⁰* "Yu no kno I smol, Yu jus tink. No kno." Garrett clarifies, causing your caregiver to laugh.

"Okay, well I was right though.. So it's basically the same as knowing, alright.." he explains, playfully poking Garrett in the belly, finally coaxing another giggle out if him again.

You breathe a sigh of relief, also laughing lightly, before tilting your head in a curious manner. ¹¹* "So, Gatet smol tu?" You ask, trying to make sure you understood the situation correctly.

¹²* "Tink, ya. Dat kay?" He replies, fiddling with the stuffed animal, still in his hands.

You blankly stare at him, not sure if he's seriously asking you - an age regressor - if it's okay to be..well.. An age regressor.

Your silence unsettled Garret a little. ¹³* "I smol gud, or no gud?" He elaborates, guessing that 'maybe you just didn't understand his first question'.

You think for a few seconds, pondering about your reply.

¹⁴* "Mak Gatet hapi?" You finally ask in return.

"Ya." He replies with a smile.

"Dan gud." You simply state.

"Gud.." He agrees. Adding "tank yu!", before opening his arms, asking for a hug.

You basically jump into his arms, with Andrew joining in, embracing the both of you.

After about twenty minutes of warm, comforting snuggles, Garret and you begin slowly dozing off.

Noticing that, Andrew nudges the both of you lightly. "Hey, kiddos. I think it's bedtime, okay?"

Almost in sync, Garrett and you reply, "Tay..", looking up at your caregiver sleepily.

Andrew helps the both of you to get ready for bed, brushing your teeth, washing your faces, putting on your PJs and tucking you in, together.

"Want me to read you a story?" He asks. You decline the offer. "m tired." Garrett states. "Ya, tired." You agree.

"Okay then! Good night, Munchkins." Andrew cooes to the both of you, kissing your foreheads, before turning on the night light and going to bed himself.

You're already half asleep, when Garrett turns around to face you. Using the stuffie you gifted him, he lightly nudges your shoulder.

Turning to face him aswell you ask, "Hm?" without looking at him. Your eyes where to heavy already.

Garrett giggles a little. "Pay tea paty morow?" He asks in a whisper.

'Oh, right, you almost forgot.. The both of you didn't even got around to have your tea party, with all those big feelings getting in the way.'

"Ya, tea paty morow." You agree, flashing him a sleepy smile.

You cuddle up next to him, before dozing off, grateful for your new found friend and exited for tomorrow's adventures.

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Thank you for reading my little story!

This was my first try at a reader insert type story, so let me know your thoughts!!

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¹ Footnotes - real life people & fanfiction

I know some ppl dislike fanfiction about real life people (YouTubers, actors, etc.).

But personally, I think it's okay, as long as you don't do anything... Uncomfortable.

And I couldn't help myself, not just because Garrett is one of my favorite people on this planet, but also because I think he might actually be an age regressior, maybe even without knowing it..

Especially after watching → this ← video, with the following clip:

I mean like.. he's so baby coded.. I literally can't.. too cute!

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² Footnotes - babbling translation:

¹* "Sorry old lady!"

²* "Do you want to play?"

³* "Really? You don't have to (play), if you don't want to!"

⁴* "Okay."

⁵* "You take this (plush) and we play tea paty, okay?"

⁶* "Yes, (we had) fun without you!"

⁷* "Becauz Garrz (is) way mre fun! He (is) fun like me and nor boring like you!"

⁸* "Don't eat me, please! I'm sorry, I promise!"

⁹* "Exactly! I giggled and played. But I (was) supposed (to) be big. I'm not small (a regressor). I never (have) been small. Why now? It's Selfisz! Sorry, I'm s- sorry for being selfish.."

¹⁰* "You don't know I'm small, you just guessed. Didn't know."

¹¹* "So, Garrett (is) smmal too?"

¹²* " (I) think (so), yes. (Is) that okay?"

¹³* "It's me being small good, or not good?"

¹⁴* "(Does it) make (you) happy, Garrett?"

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[temporarypenintraining]

K, quick (as if) breakdown of the changes I've made to each season in the Tea Shop AU.

Season 1: -Clutch Powers opens the Anacondrai tomb, Pythor releases the other four tribes and his plan goes pretty much the same as in canon. -A lot of the plot is similar, but includes Wu figuring out "Hey, wait a minute, that small child I keep seeing in Mystake's shop looks suspiciously inhuman. He might be related to me." -Once Wu FINALLY figures it out there's some arguments between him and Mystake over whether Lloyd should begin his Green Ninja training (he was given to her so Misako could find a way to PREVENT the Ultimate Battle, so naturally Mystake is hesitant to hand him over to Wu). -Anyway the rest of the season plays out similarly, but Lloyd is never kidnapped by the Serpentine, Garmadon just shows up cuz like, he was always going to, it just takes him a bit more time cuz he has less of a motive. -The only reason I'm even bringing in Garmadon when I am is because I still need him to kill the Great Devourer (for thematic and plot reasons). -How does the change in Lloyd's story affect Kai's True Potential arc?No idea. Help me out, here.

Season 2: -This season is a lot more loosely defined because it includes an actual 3-year time frame (where Lloyd goes from 9 to 12 and is trained as the Green Ninja), and a few Garmadon/Serpentine things to deal with. -The Ninja bounce around from place to place but Lloyd just kinda stays with Mystake when he's not training because why the heck wouldn't he? -Again, pretty much everything plays out fairly similarly, with the only major difference being that most of the events in the second half of the canon season happen after the 3-year time jump, so there's some in-between time that I haven't fully fleshed out. -Ultimate Battle goes the same way except Lloyd gains an Oni/Dragon form when he gets the Golden Power. -This is because in this AU (and possibly in my general headcanon), the FSM's human form is not what he naturally looks like. -Misako and Garmadon never get back together.

Season 3: -The Ninja do NOT become teachers (this is something I'd change in general if I re-wrote the series), but get invited to Borg Tower anyway because why wouldn't they be. -Lloyd spends all his off-time with Mystake and/or his father, who does still become a sensei. -The Love Triangle still happens but like, I fix it (again, something I'd change if I re-wrote the series). -Obviously the Ninja are older in this AU because of the 3-year time jump (I hc Kai, Jay and Cole as being about 15 at this point in canon, so they're 18 in the AU). -Lloyd loses his Oni/Dragon form when he gives up the Golden Power. -Harumi is already starting on her evil plans but they still won't come to fruition until the season 8 equivalent. -Mostly goes the same way as in canon. Zane dies and stuff.

Season 4: -Again, pretty similar to canon. The team has broken up and gotten jobs and stuff. I think I'll have them get invites to the tournament separately, and of course they all go because Zane might be alive. -Nya is a Water Samurai and is also invited to the tournament. -Lloyd convinces Mystake to let him go and Garmadon goes because he knows something is sus (and because neither he nor Mystake wants Lloyd to go alone). -Only major things changed are there's no letter reveal (because everyone already knew and Garm and Misako aren't together anyway), and Lloyd goes full Oni during his little "I can't believe my dad is leaving again" rampage.

Season 5: -Lloyd doesn't help Wu with Steep Wisdom, in fact he and Mystake make fun of him for it (with love, of course). -Therefore, Lloyd gets the museum call from Mystake's instead. -Morro does all the same stuff, goes to Steep Wisdom, takes the staff from Wu, all that jazz, except Lloyd's design is different cuz he has way longer hair so he looks kinda badass (I just want him to have long hair, okay?). -Mystake yells at Wu a lot in this season. -Stuff mostly goes the same way, except Kai and Mystake are kinda banded together in the whole "gotta save Lloyd" thing. -Nya's true potential arc already happened so her arc this season is more a prelude to her season 6 "I want to decide for myself who I am and not just be "the girl" of the team" arc. She and Jay's relationship tension is more obvious, even before he sees them together in the future. -Wu pressures Nya to give up being Samurai X and become a Ninja, which she really doesn't see the point of because she already has her water powers so why can't she just keep being a Water Samurai? (honestly this didn't make sense to me in canon, either). -Eventually Nya compromises and learns Spinjitzu (and later Airjitzu) but continues using her mech and her Ninja gi have a lot more Samurai elements.

Season 6: -Weirdly enough this season stays pretty much the same, except just like, better written. -Lloyd stays completely out of the limelight ("Is the Green Ninja here?" "Green Ninja? Never heard of him."), but decides to do the Grant-A-Wish thing with the others anyway. -Nadakhan comes back, frames them, whatever. -Lloyd tries (and fails) to avoid Ronin by shapeshifting into a cat. -Lloyd still makes his stupid wishes and stuff but when he ages up he just… ages back down (he also says "Wise like Mystake" instead of Wu, which only makes him older, but even though he still becomes fairly decrepit he doesn't look as old, visually). (post is getting long so I'll make a part 2 later)

[digital-corruption]

My comments on The Ssum (by the studio that made Mystic Messenger):

I want to say I like The Ssum, but it's pretty weird. I don't understand the purpose of all the side stuff. I guess it's original in that there's no mini games per se, but you have a pseudo social media platform within the game. Does it have any actually purpose other than being a distraction while you wait for Teo?

Oh man, if you decide to give the game a try, you have to be super careful how you set up your daily schedule. There's 5 chats a day: wake up, breakfast, lunch, dinner and going to bed. The thing is the chat opens about 30 minutes or so before the time you set and so it closes about 30 minutes before the next time. In a way this is a massive improvement over Mystic Messenger. No chats while you're sleeping so no waking up at weird hours. However, you have to be mindful of how you set up your time. If you set the wake up and breakfast times too close together, you risk missing the wake up chat. Also if you have a tendency to sleep in on weekends, you're at risk of missing out. Strangely I found the going to sleep chat closes at midnight. I don't know if this is the case if you set the time after midnight. I just know that setting it for 11 pm screwed me over, especially because I fell asleep early that night. Maybe this will be fixed?

I've seen a lot of people complaining that Teo is too bland. It is sort of a mistake of only offering one character and hence one love interest. They are trying to appeal to everyone and thus Cheritz have made him too generic. There is the point that Cheritz are boasting 200 days of content so it is meant to be a slow burn relationship. I do find the conversations rather bland. The situation could had done with other characters to bounce off of. Rather than 200 days of Teo, why not 50 days of 4 characters instead? 50 days of content would’ve still been super impressive.

My next concern, 200 days is quite a commitment for a game. The plot better start becoming engrossing, otherwise the game is just a chore. There is no way to save and take a break either. You can pay via IAP to go back or forwards in time.

I missed the wake up chat this morning because I didn't open the app until just before my breakfast time. However for a game that boasts its realistic dialogue, Teo quickly forgot that we didn't actually have that conversation. Not to mention the English translation is rather poor for a game that had several delays. It's playable and passable, but needed someone who spent time living in an English speaking country to edit the script.

I won't be paying for the subscription. For where I live it's over $1 per day and that's far too steep, especially when there's 200 days of content. No matter how you look at it, that's $200 to play the game. PS5 games here are $110-$130 at the moment for a standard edition. There is no way this game is worth more than a PS5 game. So I will suffer the ads and the slow text speed. Also it doesn't unlock Teo's private account? The money grabbing Cheritz is doing with this game makes me sick. I get that there is a lot of continued maintenance required to keep the side stuff going, but we're not talking a few coffees here.

Tl, dr: The Sum has a lot of confusing filler to the game thaf you can ignore. If you intend to play, take care setting your schedule because you can't fix it without paying money, which is just one of a dozen ways the game tries to take your money. Four days in and the chats have been shorter than Mystic Messenger with considerably less plot development. It is meant to have 200 days worth of chats so the relationship is expected to develop slowly. Teo though feels very generic. Trying too hard to appease every preference?

Also why no option for player to be male/nonbinary? They provided a female love interest in Mystic Messenger. This feels backwards...

I'll give it a few more days and to see how it goes.

[zyrafowe-sny]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

@avephelis tagged me in this about a week ago when I was still a little loopy on cough medicine and @imperfection-you-will-find tagged me in this today, so I'll give it a go. :)

CURRENTLY READING:

-Clockwork Boys by T. Kingfisher (I love her worldbuilding here and in the related The Saint of Steel series, I love her characters, I'm not always in the mood for the romance B-plot)

-Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (rereading the original French a chapter at a time and then listening to the French language audiobook of that chapter - this is partly because of the Collector in TOH, partly because my French is super rusty, and partly because I'm generally way overdue for a reread)

-various fanfic on AO3

FAVORITE COLOR:

It's not easy to guess based on my stuff or clothes, but it's yellow. I love the pure joy of it and it makes my heart sing, but I only want it in small quantities. I own a lot more purple and teal, and enjoy navy, brown, and warm charcoal as neutrals.

LAST SONG:

Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan to understand a reference my partner made using a recent MoringMark comic meme template

LAST MOVIE:

Wakanda Forever. We never did manage to see it when it was in theaters/at the drive-through, but it just got on Disney+.

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY:

If I have to choose, then spicy. It's delicious and medicinal when I'm sick (especially when it's spicy soup). I love vegetarian Tom Yum, vegetarian Tom Kha, and vegetarian spicy miso ramen.

I also really love the mix of sweet and spicy in pineapple and jalapeño pizza and Mexican hot chocolate.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON:

-Finally shaking off this bug

-Beta-reading A Potter's Field for theprincessofdenial (read her stuff!)

-An angsty Grimwalker Bilentine's Day fic (I've had the baby plot bunny since November or so but only started writing writing yesterday - might wind up wrapping up after Valentine's Day but that might be fine since this won't exactly be fluffy)

-A Collector one shot (started this almost immediately after watching FTF but then we got sick and this stalled out)

-A few one shots in my la familia Noceda series (most actively a couple Camila-focused one shots and a missing scene from Blood Brother)

-Plotting, writing, and revising in my Palistrom & Promises series (have to rethink Skara's characterization a little post-FTF, so I might bounce to another planned fic in this series first)

-Early stages plotting for a MannyLives!AU and other fic ideas

It's nice to have multiple WIPs/plot bunnies (I only got back into creative writing last October after a many-year hiatus - thanks, TOH!), but between executive dysfunction/bouncing between lots of things/writer's block/life, I'm a very slow writer.

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[mirthofbooks]

Hello! I totally adore your blog and writing! I hope i don't bother you, but i was wondering if you have tips on how to improve writing? Not in the sense of grammar but to be more creative in using words. I try to write analysis or opinions on certain books/characters or even reviewing but i find myself recycling the same words and i have trouble at expressing myself clearly through writing. Also do you think writing for yourself only (short stories, one-shots, etc) is good and not waste of time? I'm not confident enough in my writing so i usually write for myself only, but at the same time i feel that feedback is important even though i am quite embarrassed at sharing my writing due to it being weak.

Sorry, this got so long!

Thank you very much.

Hello!

I have a few thoughts for you, and apologies for taking a few days, I wasn't on tumblr much this past week <3

So first off, the best way imo to improve your word usage is to read widely and a lot. Read different genres and different authors because they will all have different styles and different vocabulary that they favor, and you can learn a lot from them. When I write something that's in a historical setting, I'm able to pull from a lot of classics and historical fiction that I've read in the past. But really read from different genres, because a single genre might have similar vocabulary that others won't use at all (think of sci-fi using vocab related to space, technology or time, versus historical fiction using vocab related to clothes and society).

Regarding expressing yourself clearly, it's totally natural not to do that well on the first round of drafting! The thought process and the writing process often happen simultaneously. That means that you might not even fully know what you're trying to say until you start typing and working through your ideas. It happens to me all the time where I start with a kernel of an idea, and as I write, I gain more clarity into what I'm really thinking or even get new ideas, or better understanding of *why* I'm thinking a certain way. There is a lot of research to back this up, the fact that writing is NOT purely a process of translating thoughts onto paper - often, we have to figure our thoughts out along the way and writing helps us with that, not the other way around.

I absolutely think that writing for yourself is important. Getting feedback is important, but not everything you ever write will be for public consumption. When you're figuring out your own style, that's something *you* need to decide on. Other people can help, but ultimately it's work you need to do and feel comfortable with. It also gives you a low-stakes way to get in tons of practice. I write every day, even if it's just a quick note in my journal. Doing a short story or one-shot can be a great way of focusing in on a specific scene and really exploring how it works, without having to think about the bigger picture that could be distracting you.

I think, in a related note, that it's also important to have fun, and you can't do that if you're just thinking about how other people will perceive your writing. Think about how people can help you, specifically. Do you need to bounce plot ideas off of them? Ask about style? Talk about your characters? Is there world-building you want feedback on? Or do you just want someone to tell you that you're making sense? Because depending on what you need, that feedback should come at different points in the process, which means that you don't need to have a perfect draft, or even anything written at all. And one more thing about feedback, you can always tell people exactly what kind of feedback you're looking for, if you know. Or work with a different person if the first one gave you some weird advice.

I hope this helps!