#i've hit a slump and i absolutely hate it

[finclgicls]

hello. sorry for the absence. i'm going to try my hardest to get some of my drafts done posted depending on how my work day goes. if not, i'll be around later just for that.

[clandestineloki]

strawberry bliss (nsfw)

the part 2 to strawberry sweet ❤️

summary: miguel loves using his strength on you ;)) and this little snippet of you guys watching a replay of his recent game shows just that, with some sweet lil fluff and playful banter :)) and then miguel fucks u so good he hits your factory reset and you go back to being a lil shy babie around him oh no :3

tw: he also finds out you have a daddy kink, mention of shane dawson (derogatory), mention of physical violence (bros a wrestler what did you expect), overstimulation, a bit of breeding kink, heavy praise kink, a bit of humiliation but on the sweet side

A/N: this takes place about a year or so after strawberry sweet, where miguel and reader are in an established relationship and make quippy cute banter with each other

A/N # 2: pls reblog so we can turn more ppl into whores 💖

💕 hope you enjoy! 

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"BABYY THE COMMERCIALS ARE OVER!"

Miguel runs from the bathroom and meets you in the kitchen, you with the tray of strawberry drinks squealing as he tickles your waist.

"AHH IT'S GONNA SPILL!!!" you scream, and he backs off, smiling as you regain your balance.

You balance the smoothie cups on the tray and move forward, but Miguel blocks your way. 

"M'scuse me, I have a game to watch," you pout up at him, but he doesn't budge.

"Mister, my boyfriend will be very angry if he finds out I'm late to the game >:( "

"Aww, such a shame, pretty girl... can't I just get a little kiss?"

"Let me through!"

"Can't, hermosa, you gotta say the password right up against my lips~ the password is mwah mwah mwah i love you miguel you're so handsome miguel~"

"You're cheesy," you roll your eyes, and he laughs as you set the tray down in front of the bed facing the TV. "I want the old Miguel back, he was cute and he had actual rizz."

He slumps against the couch. "The Miguel that was a total pervert over your old smoothie girl uniform?"

"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot about the uniform!" You giggle. "I hated it. Did you know on my first day they gave me a size too small and they had the audacity to try and gaslight me by saying I got fat?"

"Fucking weirdos," he pulled you into his arms, your back against his chest." Glad I got you out of that mess, mm?"

"It was just one mess into another, Mig, you made me your sugar baby," you tease, and his face scrunches up.

"Bebita, I may be rich but I'm not your sugar daddy. I'm just two years older than you."

"But think about it, I was sixteen when you were eighteen! Like- that's two years but the maturity difference is huge! That's creepy, Miguel. You wanna go to jail?"

"Ay, por dios. We're in our twenties, we met in our twenties. End of discussion. And I've already been to jail. Twice."

"What?!"

"Ay! ay! end of discussion. The match is starting," he pinches your nose then turns to watch the TV just as the host's opening spiel ends. Miguel feels you sit up in his grip when the crowds on the TV cheer as he comes up on screen, flashing a grin to the audience.

"Ew, who's that?" you mumble, cheeks stuffed with popcorn and Miguel snorts, rolling his eyes.

"That's me, your boyfriend, the guy who's gonna absolutely obliterate downgraded Shane Dawson in about..." he snaps his fingers just as his opponent comes out on screen. "Fifty-eight seconds."

"I really don't see the resemblance, Miggy, you're just being a bully."

"Y'know," he pulls you closer, absentmindedly kissing your neck as he feels you squirm in his hold. "I don't get how you let the physical violence slide but I compare some white guy to Shane Dawson and you call me a bully."

Your face heats up a little, and you turn away, mumbling shyly. "C-cause you look really badass when you throw them around like that... "

"Mmm?" he teases, nuzzling his nose in your neck. "I do?"

He feels you freeze up and chuckles, his hands trailing down to your thighs.

"Y-yeah," you whisper... "a bit..."

"Oh, and you like how strong I am, hmm? Is that what it is?"

It's cute how you shake your head and brush his hands away to turn up the volume on the TV, when he just goes right back to kneading your breasts and riling you up.

"Querida, you gotta answer me, y'know I can't understand you when you mumble like that~"

"What was the question?" you mumble, looking up at him with what he knows for sure are the most adorable bunny eyes he's ever fucking seen.

"I said," he nibbles down on your ear with a little growl, "do you get off like a cute little bunny when I show off? Is my baby that kinky~?"

" I-I... maybe..." you twitch as his fingers toy with your nipples. "Miggy, please..."

"Please what baby? Please stop or please give me more?" 

Miguel knows the answer, obviously. It's just that he can't get over the fact that he landed the prettiest girl with the cutest stutter when she's nervous.

"Please..." you whisper.

He chuckles against your ear, leaning in and lowering his voice just the way he knows you like it, especially when he's buried all the way inside you.

"Please what."

The tiniest gasp comes out of your lips. "Please... please f-fuck me... please?" 

Before you can even finish, you're over his shoulder and on the bed as he kisses everywhere on your face, growling at the inconvenience of the fact that he cant hold you still and fondle your chest at the same time.

"M-Miguel..." you whimper, twitching in sensitivity. "You're always teasing me..."

"Oh?" he mocks you, flipping you over on your stomach and gripping your hips, leaning in real slow to drawl darkly in your ear. "I'm the tease here? When you're shaking your little ass all over me? You rile me up like this and expect me not to fuck you the way you deserve? hmm?"

"S-Sorry..." you mumble, and Miguel laughs breathily, having the time of his life making you all shy and embarrassed.

"S'okay, baby, you just gotta make up for it, yeah?"

With a playful swat to your ass, he rips off your shorts and his fingers tease your folds through your panties.

"Miguel..."

"Yes...?" he kisses the arch in your back, smirking when your thighs tremble.

"Please hurry..." you gasp.

"Don't worry baby, you'll be asking me to slow down real soon~" 

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His favorite sight of all time is you underneath him, with that blissed out look on your face and your chest heaving as he fucks every choked breath out of those pretty lips.

"Fuck, bebita," he whispers. "Creaming all over my fingers like the cute little plaything you are?"

You whimper, closing your thighs shakily, but his free hand just forces your legs apart and he curls his two fingers in you, tickling your pussy and making his hand even wetter.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Miguel mumbles close to your ear, and makes sure that at the precise moment you try to speak he speeds up his fingers, making your words melt away in warm red pleasure as more juices coat his fingers.

"S'too much..."

"Bebita, you asked for this," he whispers darkly. "We're not even halfway done."

You mewl out his name and turn your head to the side. He takes it as an opportunity to bite down on your neck and relish in the high-pitched pleasure drunk squeal that forces out of you as your little pussy sucks in his fingers.

"Shit. I can't take it anymore," he grumbles, his fingers moving even faster as he leans closer, forcing you flat against the bedsheets as you moan and cream all over his fingers like a cute little bunny, just too pleasure-drunk to utter even a word.

"Come for me baby," Miguel almost begs. "Come for me so I can fuck you the way I know you want me too, okay?"

You gasp at his dirty talk, and he laughs at the fact that you never stop getting shy when he says these things.

Or when your little pussy makes those wet noises when you're really really close.

"Fuck you're so cute," Miguel grins, licking the tears falling from your hazy eyes. "So sweet, letting me do whatever I want with you~ Come for me, gatita, you know you want to~"

Your moans make him grin and he thumbs at your sensitive little bud. His teasing sends you over the edge and you gasp and whimper, clinging onto him as he helps you through your third orgasm.

When you come down from it, Miguel is smirking down at you, and licking his fingers clean of your juices, humming lowly as his tongue traces his long fingers sensually.

"Wanna taste it right off your pretty pussy baby," he whispers, making you blush. "But I'll save that for later~"

He really means he'll save it for when you're too fucked out to close your pretty legs around his head.

Miguel kisses your hips as he flips you over again, tracing his rough hands over your ass and thighs, making you shiver and mumble something he almost can't hear.

"Daddy..."

His wandering hands freeze.

He grins.

"What was that?" he teases.

Your breath stutters.

"What- I-"

He leans in dangerously close, pinning you down on the bed with your ass right against his throbbing hard cock.

"What did you just call me?" he drawls, and you whimper.

"I-I called you Daddy," you bury your head in the pillows. "S-Sorry... if it makes you uncomfortable-"

Miguel thrusts his hips forward, sinking halfway into your wet, warm little cunt. The squelching of your little hole is nothing compared to the pure, unadulterated, sinful noise of pleasure that leaves your lips.

"Oh," Miguel groans. "That made me reallyfuckin' uncomfortable alright."

Your thighs shake as he sinks in really really slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him stretch you out.

"Say it again."

You gasp, tears forming in your eyes. "It's embarrassing..."

"Fuck, you really have to do all these things that make you so lovable, huh?" He groans, pulling your wrists and holding your arms behind your back. "Got the cutest little face, the cutest little pussy, and you always got these little kinks that make you so cute~"

He starts moving his hips, making you slur out his name and clench around him.

"My cute little milkshake girl, doing all these cute things for me and no one else," he whispers, and you nod helplessly,

Miguel runs his hands up and down your waist, making you sigh and whimper into the pillows.

"Wanna repeat what you said? No one's around, baby, just you and me. No need to be shy~"

"Daddy..."

"Fuck, you really are such the perfect little cutie, aren't you?" Miguel teases, pounding you harder.

It's music to his ears when you finally get to that stage of it, just uncontrollably whimpering and moaning and making all these noises of pleasure as you let him do whatever he wants to you.

"C'mon, say it again, another time won't hurt~"

"Such a t-tease..." you whine, and he chuckles fondly, pressing a kiss to your sensitive neck.

"Sorry, baby, not my fault you're so fucking adorable," he groans, shuddering when you clench down on him. "Daddy's close, baby, wanna come with me? Feel good together, hmm? Can you even understand me you dumb little baby?"

Miguel coos as you take in high-pitched breaths and gasps. Your tiny fists clench the sheets shakily, and your thighs thump helplessly with every thrust of his hips.

"Come back to me, baby," he whispers as his thrusts get sloppier. "Help me out one list time, kay? Wanna be my good girl?"

"Mhm..."

"Ah," he laughs. "Daddy broke his pretty baby so bad? Sorry, gatita, you just feel too good. Let's come together, okay? I'll get us there, baby~"

You whimper loudly one last time, creaming helplessly around his cock. Miguel pins your back down onto the bed, leaning in and growling right against your ear as his orgasm takes over as well, making sure you take every bit of his cum inside you.

The twitching of your thighs finally slows as Miguel pulls out, turning you onto your back and lightly running his hands up your thighs, waist, and breasts, kneading them softly and eliciting a whine from your lips.

"So sensitive," he pinches your nipple, making you gasp. "But I'll keep my hands to myself... for now."

You blush at those words, nuzzling into his neck as he chuckles at your bashfulness.

"Didn't know my good little girl had a Daddy kink. So cute," he whispers. "Got the sweetest little baby all to myself~."

Miguel brushes his lips against yours, smiling when he tastes a hint of strawberry,

His second favorite sweet thing in the goddamn world.

"Oh, baby~" he coos. "You felt so fucking good. Can we go again, gatita?"

You whimper, twitching helplessly, and blushing at the feeling of his fingers toying with the cum trickling down your thighs.

But you don't say no.

[swanimagines]

GOOD TIME | EDDIE MUNSON

Summary: Imagine being a female punk who forms a crush on Eddie Munson, after joining him on detention.

Clock was ticking and you stared at it, silently hoping your stare would magically turn it forward faster. You spun your pen between your hands, the paper in front of you was still empty but you absolutely refused to apologise to Jason. He tripped you and made you spill your drink on your fresh bought books, he deserved that black eye. His enormous ego wouldn't take a hit by a girl so of course he ran to the principal to have revenge.

So here you were, your teacher having told you that you had to write an essay where you acknowledge you did wrong and make up with Jason and you'd have as many detentions as it'd take you to do that before you're dismissed. You hated the idea to your core, you hated the idea to even making up a lie just to get out, it felt like a waste of time when you could be doing something useful instead. Like clean up the cellar or something, not humilate yourself by apologising to that motherfucker. But right now you couldn't do anything else but sit in this chair and wait until the detention supervisor, that stuck up old lady Mrs. Huxley, would give up on you and let you go home, telling you to finish your detention the next day. Knowing her, it would take another three hours, at least - but you would not budge.

Someone knocked on the door and Mrs. Huxley looked up from her book, standing up and her heels echoed around the empty classroom before she opened the door and sighed.

"Here again, Edward?" she asked, cocking her head as she stepped aside. "What did you do this time?"

The boy didn't reply and just walked inside and slumped behind the desk not far from you, and Mrs. Huxley looked up to the janitor, stepping outside to speak with him.

You knew Eddie somewhat, you hadn't talked to him nor your eyes had ever met, but he was infamous for walking on tables in cafeteria and talking about Dungeons and Dragons so loud that it irritated some people, including Jason. You looked at Eddie for a moment before your eyes shifted on the clock again, and after a brief silence, you heard the boy snort.

"You're the girl who punched Jason, right?" he asked, and you nodded slowly. "I've seen you around, you seem cool. I'm Eddie."

"I know."

"Cool."

There was a pause, and then you spoke up again. "I don't think we need to be best friends just because we share a detention room."

You didn't look at Eddie, but somehow you knew he pursed his lips at that. "No, but I wanted to tell you that Jason's black eye made my day, and to hear you did it... whew."

"Well, that's what I was aiming for," you huffed, but couldn't help but smile a little, shifting your eyes at Eddie to see he was grinning at you. "You have a cool jacket, by the way."

Eddie glanced at his jacket, his smile had proudness now. "Thanks, I tuned it myself. Your gloves and necklace are really cool too."

Somehow that made your heart jump a little, which confused you - you usually didn't get that excited about compliments from half strangers. You nodded in gratitude, and then you were silent again. The silence lasted for a few moments, before you heard Eddie shift towards you again.

"Um, I understand if this is sudden, but would you like to hang out sometime? You seem pretty chill and-"

His sentence was cut down short when the door opened again, and Mrs. Huxley walked around her desk, looking over at you behind her glasses before she leaned back with her book again. You felt blood rushing up to your cheeks at Eddie's proposal - and you knew you were screwed on that moment. You wouldn't say you had many friends, and to know someone like Eddie would want to get to know you better brought warmth in your heart. Even if he was just being friendly.

And when Mrs. Huxley seemed too invested in her book to notice, you tapped the desk with your pen and nodded to Eddie once he looked up. He smiled widely and sat up straighter, nodding back at you in understanding.

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[jenniferjareauwife]

I hate Andrew and would love the rage room 😂🤬

Rage Room

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 646

age: 16

summary: your mom brings you to a rage room

I saw my mom through the window of the rage room and smiled. She had her phone out, recording me. I had taped a picture of Andrew's face to the glass table I was about to absolutely demolish. I put on my goggles and watched her count down until I started smashing the sledgehammer against the glass table, smiling as I saw the glass fly everywhere, imagining it was Andrew.

It didn't time long for me to destroy everything in the room, and once I did I walked outside and high fived my mom, taking off my glasses. "With the amount of enjoyment I felt doing that I wouldn't be surprised if I were to turn out to be a serial killer."

"I don't want to have to send you to jail so I'm going to pretend like I never heard that." I laughed and looked through the window again, seeing the flash shards everywhere and the shredded picture of Andrew.

"I want him to see it."

"If he does he's going to file for a restraining order." She pointed out.

"Well...maybe I can hit him with a sledgehammer instead."

"Well...then you'd be in prison for murder."

"But since I'm not 18 yet it would be expunged from my records once I turned 18."

"Not if you intentionally murder someone." She put her arm around my shoulders, kissing my temple as we walked out of the building.

"But what if it was accidental?"

"I don't think the judge would buy that."

"Mom! You're supposed to be on my side here!" I protested, getting into the car with a disappointed look on my face. "I wish I didn't date a stupid piece of shit for a year." I slumped down in my seat.

"Me too. But you're not dating him anymore. So it's ok."

"I know but I wasted a year on him. Imagine if I had been with the right person. I would be so much happier."

"Yeah." My mom sighed and patted my knee. "Well...it might take you a while to find your person."

"Wow. That makes me feel so much better." I said sarcastically.

"I'm 43 and I still haven't found my person. But I'm so happy with you! You're all I need." She grabbed my hand.

"But what if I don't have kids? What if I'm just alone?"

"You're 16. You have so much time to find the right person for you." She started the car and backed out of the parking lot. "You're not expected to find the love of your life in high school." I sighed, leaning my head against the window. "It's gonna be ok, you know? Now that you dated someone like Andrew you know the red flags for people like him." She pointed out.

"Yeah. I guess."

"It's gonna be alright honey." We finally arrived home and I was so glad to just be home and spend time with my mom. She put her hand on my upper back and led me upstairs to my room. We both laid down on my bed and she grabbed my laptop from my nightstand, handing it to me so I could type in my password. I pulled up Gilmore Girls and leaned into my mom, hugging her arm tightly.

"Thanks for taking me to the rage room. I really needed that. I've felt so angry for so long and it felt amazing to finally be able to get it all out."

"Of course honey." She kissed the top of my head. "It always feels nice to relieve your anger. Especially when it's about a shitty boyfriend."

"You had a shitty boyfriend?"

"Mhm. Many. A lot of lessons learned." I sighed and leaned into her more. "But it's gonna be ok, yeah?"

"Yeah...I guess."

"It will be. No I guess."

"Ok...it'll be ok."

"I love you sweetie."

"I love you too mom."

[sandy-the-glader]

Happy Halloween Stranger

Character: George Karim x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff

Length: 1.5k words

Summary: George comes across a beautiful Fittes agent he's never seen before. She's there to cure his boredom at the Fittes Halloween party and he wants to know more about her by the minute. Did I mention this is a masquerade and he has absolutely no idea who she is or how to find her?

Trope: Strangers to Lovers

A/n: This was fun to write so lmk if you want a part 2 or smth but this is a special for Halloween. A few more one-shots should come out next month so I'll get on that but like I'm in the mood to write for Mike Schmidt since the fnaf movie just came out soo hit up the inbox lol but anyways Happy Halloween everyone!!

George sat lonely at a table with a glass of champagne in his hand. He watched the dance floor as couples twirled together giggling at each other. One of those couples being Lucy and Lockwood. For the past few months at Portland Row, he had to deal with the constant third wheeling between them. Even on missions or even simple research jobs.

He swirled his drink in his hand and sighed. They had been dancing for hours and having fun by barely giving him a second glance. A mysterious woman seemed to take notice of it. George took a swig of champagne and slumped further into his seat wanting very much to leave the event and entirely disappear. He hated parties, especially a posh masquerade where he didn't know who anyone was beneath the mask.

He would honestly rather be handing out candy to the trick of treaters that came by and he hated that too.

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I scanned his features well the ones I could see without him taking off his mask. After asking around the party I found out his name was George Karim. He works for the small agency of Lockwood and Co. There was something that drew me towards him. I don't know he looked so lonely and he wasn't like the rest of the guys here.

My feet started to walk over to his table, moving past all the rest of the masked folks. I couldn't care about any of these people here. My team was god knows where and I couldn't tell them apart from the other people here for the life of me. They were probably tipsy and making out with their partners on the dance floor. I want to have a little fun tonight. It was Halloween and I was not about to have a boring and wasted night.

I pulled out a chair at the table and sat down. The boy's eyes were immediately attached to my face out of confusion. They were a beautiful brown and they danced in the light.

His mask was also insanely creative. It was half gray half orange with swirls of black. Some of his dark curls fell over it.

"Some friends you have hm?" I spoke up nodding towards the other two members of Lockwood and Co. which were Lucy Carlyle and Anthony Lockwood. They were much more well-known than George Lockwood always being in the spotlight lately with his amazing achievements and Lucy as his partner in crime. George wasn't in the pictures they had in newspapers, let alone he wasn't mentioned much.

"What?" He quite obviously heard the question he was just startled that someone seemed to be talking to him.

"Your team," I spoke again. "they're out on the dance floor just enjoying themselves but I mean what about you? You look bored and don't seem to be enjoying your time here. Am I correct?" His brown eyes softened beneath the mask and he nodded slowly. He looked skeptical of this conversation but he seemed to be leaning into it. "Look, I've noticed they haven't been over here in perhaps an hour or more."

"Yeah but why is that your concern?" He huffed. I took out a pen and started to draw on a napkin on the table.

"I know I'm right. And you're right too, it isn't my concern but, you haven't told me to leave you alone yet." I pointed out. He sat up.

"Because I appreciated the company." He admitted. I finished writing on the napkin and shoved it in my pocket.

"So George Karim of Lockwood and Co. tell me why you're here in the first place? Since you seem to hate parties so much?"

"They forced me to. They wanted me to get out of the house and do something fun like go to a dance because 'I need someone to love' and dance with. They knew I wasn't going to dance here." He crossed his arms with annoyance.

"How about we dance?" He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me oddly. "Look I'm not saying you gotta love me but if your friends see you dancing and at least looking like you are enjoying yourself, you could go home quicker. I mean that was the whole point of coming here right?"

"And the fact they wanted to have a romantic outing." He rolled his eyes and I laughed. "I suppose that's not a bad idea. But sorry to tell you I don't dance with strangers I need to know who's behind the pretty mask." The flirt took me slightly aback.

"Y/n L/n. Come on Karim. The sooner you dance the sooner you're out of here and you can get back to whatever you were doing before."

"Do we need to shake on it since you're so eager to dance with me?" Oh, so he can joke I thought he almost wasn't able to for a second.

"Hey, I'm trying to save a bored boy at a posh old person's party be grateful." He smiled softly and we stood up. We made our way to the dance floor. He was insanely stiff.

"Do you even know how to dance Karim?" His eyes widen.

"Erm.. no." He said nervously shaking his head.

"It's okay. Lemme help you so you don't look like Bambi on ice." I took both of his hands and guided them to my hips and I draped my arms over his shoulders. "Now you're just going to move your feet in a smooth pattern. And relax your shoulders you look like a brick." He listened to my advice and I noticed him start to relax under my hands. "There you go! Perfect."

"How'd you learn how to dance?" He asked as we swayed. "Just as a kid. I've bounced around many agencies and they always had balls like these." He nodded understanding. "Though Fittes was the only one I stuck with because of its high reputation."

"Do you enjoy your job though?" He asked genuinely curious.

"The job is definitely something I enjoy doing It's just my team I'm not extremely fond of." I frowned. I looked into my eyes wanting me to continue my small rant. "They're always off on their own and they're extremely careless! I want to put my abilities to good use but I can't with them around." I noted.

"I know what you mean. I used to work here and I didn't think very highly of my team either."

"You did? Why don't you work here anymore? I mean not saying your team now isn't lovely." I glanced over across the dance floor at the duo.

"I got fired." He said throwing me off.

"You got fired? Jeez Karim, what did you do?" I said shocked that he would even be considered a problem. He seems so relaxed.

"Because I asked too many questions and was doing things above my pay grade." He said and shrugged his shoulder lightly.

"Fired for being a smarty pants." Cute. "Now that's something I could see. That's idiotic of them though. Your brain could be used for some good things here. But If you're happy at Lockwood and Co. then I'm happy for you." His cheeks flushed slightly and he looked puzzled but happy.

"Thank you." He murmered. I wanted to see the rest of what was under his mask. I took my hands and cupped his cheek and he copied my action. Maybe he was wondering the same thing. Maybe this could be more than a one-time thing. We seemed to get closer to inch closer together.

Lucy and Lockwood stumbled up to us unexpectedly. We backed away from each other. They were tipsy and they were giggling like school children. George looked surprised to see them and waited for them to talk. While George was distracted I took the napkin I drew on earlier and slipped it into the boy's pocket without him realizing.

"Georgieeeee" Lucy wined. "Your girlfriend is pretty but it's late we have to go." She tugged on his shirt and he stumbled.

"Lucy!" He tried to get her to stop yanking him away but she wouldn't budge. He looked backward at me and I waved.

"Goodnight 'Georgie' Happy Halloween." I smiled. He looked upset leaving but that was what he wanted wasn't it? To get home and not have to deal with these people. That was the whole plan.

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As soon as I got home, I guided Lucy and Lockwood upstairs so they didn't fall they giggled the entire way up. The entire way.

"Goodnight Georgie!" Lucy said before slamming her door. I shook my head and finally entered my room. I collapsed onto my bed. Once I lied down I heard the crinkle of paper. I looked at my bed confused. I cleaned up all my research papers before we left so it couldn't be those.

I felt around the bed and then my pocket. I felt a small indent and I reached into the pocket and pulled it out. There was a small not that said

Just in case you need another dance partner ;)

xxx xxx xxxx

I smiled to myself and placed the napkin on my side table. Defiantly could put that to use later. I ended up having so much more fun than I could have ever thought. Happy Halloween to me.

[queenofcats17]

The Ink Demonth 14

Today's theme is Steam.

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If there was one thing Wally hated about getting roped into doing mechanical work, it was the conditions it had been to be done in. Janitorial work could be messy, sure, but it didn't usually require him to crawl into tight spaces to fiddle with things.

Which was what he was currently being required to do.

Currently, he, Tom, and Lacie were in the studio boiler room, trying to work out what was going on with a clog in the pipes.

"I don't see why we can't just call a plumber for this kinda stuff," Wally groaned, tugging on the collar of his shirt. "This isn't any of our jobs!"

"Drew's too cheap to hire a plumber," Tom grumbled from his perch on a step ladder.

"Especially not when he's got perfectly good free labor to throw at it," Lacie agreed, rolling her eyes as she fiddled with the boiler.

Wally groaned, throwing his hands up. "I tell ya! If I gotta do any more of these extra jobs-"

"You're outta here," Lacie and Tom said in unison. "We know."

Wally went a bit pink, ducking his head. If he hadn't taken his hat off due to the heat in the room, he probably would have been tugging it down over his face at this point.

"Yeah yeah, alright, I get it," he mumbled. "...You guys makin' any progress in figurin' out what's goin' on?"

"Other than the fact that it's a miracle this thing still runs?" Lacie tapped the side of the ancient boiler. "Nope."

"I'm not seeing where the clog might be," Tom said, craning his head around the pipes. "I- Fuck!" He was cut off as a blast of steam came out of one of the open pipes, blowing onto his hand and causing him to drop the wrench he'd been using.

"You alright?" Wally hurried over to the ladder.

"Shit... I'm fine," Tom said through gritted teeth, clutching his hand to his chest.

"Go run it under cold water for a little." Lacie didn't look up from her tinkering. "Don't want you getting burned."

"I'll be fine," Tom insisted as he went to pick up his wrench.

Lacie finally looked up, fixing Tom with a look that gave no room for argument. "Go run your hand under cold water," she repeated firmly. "The pipes aren't going anywhere."

Tom hesitated for a moment before letting his shoulders slump. "Fine. I'll be right back," he muttered before leaving the room.

Wally watched him leave with wide eyes. "How'd you do that?" He whispered once Tom was gone.

"I've had a lot of practice," Lacie replied. "Now you get up there and see if you can find the clog."

Wally had the good sense not to argue with her because he knew he absolutely was not going to win this argument and got up on the step ladder. "I'm startin' to wonder if there even is a clog," he said as he started to poke around.

"Might not be." Lacie shrugged. "Could just be that this thing," she hit the boiler again for emphasis. "Is finally giving up the ghost."

"It's kinda a miracle anythin' works around here," Wally said. Now it was his turn to nearly drop the wrench due to a blast of steam, but he managed to avoid getting hit.

"Ain't that the truth." Lacie cast a disgusted look around the room. "How'd y'all get all this past inspectors?"

"Pretty sure Mr. Drew pays 'em off," Wally said, tentatively sticking his hand into a pipe. "Or some of 'em, at least."

"Of course he does." Wally started a bit at the sound of Tom's voice as he reentered the room. "Found anything yet?"

"I think there's.... somethin' in here," Wally said, shifting to stick his arm further into the pipe. "I can feel something back here... Aha!" He pulled his arm out, triumphantly holding up a clump of... something. It wasn't clear just what the thing was, just that it looked... pretty disgusting.

"Nice job, Franks." Tom allowed himself a small smile.

"I'm almost done too," Lacie said. "Or as done as I can be."

"Whaddaya mean?" Wally climbed off the ladder.

"There's a lot of problems with this thing that I just can't fix," Lacie explained. "It'd honestly be easier just to replace it."

"But we know Drew won't do that," Tom concluded, running a hand over his face with a sigh.

"Exactly." Lacie nodded.

"Well, we did what we could." Wally shrugged slightly.

"We did what we could." Tom echoed in agreement. "And if Drew wants more, he can damn well hire someone else to fix it."

"Yeah!" Wally held up his hand for a high five. The hand that was still holding the unidentifiable lump. Tom's eyes flicked from the clump to Wally and he shook his head. Wally frowned for a moment before seeming to realize what Tom meant.

"Aw, shoot. Lemme take care of this," he said before hurrying out of the room to take care of the clump.

Tom let out a small snort of laughter. He didn't know how Wally could remain in such good spirits all the time but... It was kind of life-affirming. He wished he could have that kind of positivity.

[pedroshotwifey]

20 Questions for Writers 📑

I was tagged by @nerdieforpedro. Ty bb I love you ♥ I feel like some others may have tagged me in this a while ago so I send my thanks to you as well 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Technically, I only have 32. I would personally count all of my collections and challenges as separate fics, but I'm honestly too lazy to format them that way. (mostly thinking ab wcc here)

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

I have a total of 200,985 words right now. Didn't realize I'd hit the 200,00 mark yet!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I think it's safe to say Pedro Pascal is my fandom. I have no objections to writing for any other characters though---in fact, I've actually featured some Oscar Isaac characters in my fics before. I also have an unpublished Marc Spector fic that's been sitting in my docs for a while 🤭

4. Top Five fics by kudos:

Joel Fucking Miller (ao3 link) has 377 kudos. Dom Joel Miller fucks you over a table in this age gap enemies to....lovers(?) one shot.

Favorite Bounty (ao3 link) has 144 kudos. In this series, you unexpectedly hitch a ride with the Mandalorian and begin to grow close to him until you find out his secret.

Beg for it (ao3 link) has 121 kudos. Subby virgin Din is completely at your mercy in this one shot.

Wifey's Christmas Countdown collection (ao3 link) has 96 kudos. Lots of different characters and plots! Some are fluffy, some angsty, some smutty. Some are all three! Love these and I think some of my best writing can be found here.

Cramped (ao3 link) has 78 kudos. Subby virgin Din sitting in a teeny tiny cockpit with you. What more can I say? (gn! reader)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! It may take me a bit sometimes, but I love interacting with people who care enough to leave comments for me!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Already published, I think I'm gonna have to go with Cuts. I personally love this fic and think it's a bit underrated. (dark!husband Jack Daniels x f!reader)

OOO actually I think Alone Always is gonna take the cake here. (Din Djarin x gn!reader)

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

I honestly have a habit of making most endings happy 😂 I don't feel like digging right now so I'm just gonna say What Matters. (Age gap Joel Miller x f!reader) This is also my most popular one shot on Tumblr with over 1,000 notes.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not too much, but I have gotten some shit for little things on TTF. This rly sucks because I let it get to me too much and I end up getting into a slump.

9. Do you write smut?

Do I write anything else?

jkjk, I love writing it all, but smut is for sure one of my more dominant themes!

10. Craziest Crossover?

Probably One Condition. Ezra (prospect) and Marcus Pike x f!reader. Messy dubcon-ish sex pollen one shot. It's pretty fun and got a lot of good feedback!

11. Have you ever have a fic stolen?

As far as I know, I have not. And I'm really hoping it stays that way! I'm just hoping that since my writing isn't super great, most copycats will stay away 🤣

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Have not, but I wouldn't be opposed. I know my friend (@kewwrites) and I have talked about doing fics and eventually crossing over into each other's before.

14. All time favorite ship?

Me and Pedro, Duh!!

Lmao nah in all seriousness, pls don't hate me, but I'm a little obsessed with Dinluke 😂🫣

And I'll go ahead and take this opportunity to say that my absolute least favorite ship is Dinbo 👎

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

omg I don't know 😭 I have some that are very slow going but I don't want to admit defeat because then it's set in stone 😂 Hopefully everything will be finished at some point!

16. What are your writing strengths?

No idea. I honestly think that sometimes I kind of lock in and am able to write immaculate stories, but most of the time they're just meh. Great at description at these times.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

BURNOUT FUCK YOU BURNOUT FUCKK YOU FUCK YOU VERY MUCH

Currently going through an awful streak of it and I'm stressing out because I finally have time to write and am just not able to 🫠

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Fantastic if used right! I love little terms here and there depending on the ethnicity of the character and their first language since it definitely adds to the authenticity. I do like for the translation to be at the end of the phrase/excerpt though instead of at the end of the fic.

19. First Fandom you wrote in?

PPCU! Loml fr

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is so tough because I forget them all 😭 And then I'll read them again a few months later and fall in love and be like "this is the best thing I've ever written", and then forget again. 🫠 I genuinely have no idea.

I would love more than anything right now though if anybody would care to drop their favorite fic of mine in the comments of this post or even in my inbox ♥ I think it would help a lot to hear atm!

NPT: @kewwrites @notjustjavierpena @iamasaddie @strang3lov3 @freelancearsonist @janaispunk @beardedjoel @ghostofaboy

[like-rain-or-confetti]

5 ⭐️ Recommendations!

Okay, so PLEASE do your research for these because im not taking responsibility. In the same way, i have a look at what i get before i read, i ask you to do the same. I am guilty of not doing enough research, but I have seen people in the past get hate because of the 'why didn't you tell me ___' factor. So... Warning! Some of these books may have smut or generally 18+ content. PLEASE do you research before you read!💙

Self-Help

The Happiness Trap pocketbook by Russ Harris. - this is the condensed illustrative version of the Happiness Trap textbook. There are another two. If you want a smaller easy to read version of these, go for the pocketbook. I was recommended this by my therapist.

101 Essays That Will Change the Way You Think by Brianna West. I bought a physical copy of this book, I loved it so much. Let me paint you a picture. Like I've said before, my mental health tanked after 2020 covid. My life went on hold completely, and there was nothing left. I needed a change of perspective desperately because I'm now 26 years old and I was using an old mental system that protected me when I was a teenager. That doesn't work when you're in your 20s. This book blew my mind and I bought a physical copy that I practically use as a bible. So if you're feeling lost, like life is too hard or simply don't know what you want to do with your life- this book is what you want. It helped me a bunch through therapy and I recommended it to all my friends. It's written by various people, some of which was heartfelt "I wish someone told me this before so I'm telling you now." It's very comforting to me. Like a honest friend giving some honesty as well as not leaving you feeling helpess. Absolutely brilliant. I have mine annotated and still am annotating it to continue creating that new mental system I want to have.

Romance

Flowers for the Devil by Vlad Kahany. - A 18+ historical romance for my peeps! We follow a countess and her forbidden love with the villain of society itself. Set in 1851, making it victorian era romanceeeee! This is one of the most spiciest books I've ever read. Like I was taken aback. I'm not sure if it really counts as 'dark romance' as the sub-genre because it's not the same as other books I've heard of but it's a dark book in itself...and there's romance and an ungodly amount of spice but a very good take on the 'falling for the villain' but I would say do the research first because I did not and I was taken aback by the very veeeery descriptive smut with the borderline stalkery villain.

Beach Read by Emily Henry. Contradictory to my story graph, I am not a big romance girlie... but I want to be. Sometimes, I need a break from the doom and gloom and need an easy, simple book about the wonderous world of love and this one was a hit. Two writers, two different genres, switch genres to get out of their slumps. I give thee grumpyxsunshine trope. Which I have a major soft spot for. A very easy book to read!

Romantasy

Heartless by Marissa Meyer. - Any Alice in Wonderland fans? I love it, and I have so much love for this book that in my brain, it's practically canon. This book follows the journey of the Red Queen before she became Queen of Hearts and how expectations and love can descend someone into madness. It's heartbreaking in the sweetest way and a love story that I still think about on a regular basis. What a prequel take to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

A Dowry of Blood by S.T. Gibson. -Oh dracula fans in the house! Well, it never explicitly states its Dracula but...it's Dracula. This book follows the first wife of an unnamed vampire and his downfall. This is definitely 18+ as far as I remember. There are LGBTQ+ themes and polygamy and themes of having multiple sexual partners. Definitely something you'd enjoy if you enjoy a take of a woman taking back her power. As a vampire lover myself, I ate this book upppp! Old school vampires. ABSOLUTELY CHECK TRIGGER WARNINGS. There are some heavy themes that will likely trigger some people so definitely do your research!

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu. I'VE FOUND A CLASSIC THAT I BELIEVE DESERVES THE TITLE OF A CLASSIC. This is a sapphic love affair between a vampire and a human. It's classic vampire description written in the 1800s and its brilliant. I will die on this hill that its a love story. I can't express why without giving it away but this is the OG forbidden love story. It's super short and absolutely amazing.

That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion At a Werewolf by Kimberly Lemming. So I did an oops and read book 2 before book 1 one the series which I won't lie, didn't do too much damage so no harm really done but this series is HILARIOUS. Book 1 and 2 follow two POC females who just so happen to be besties. (If anyone is looking for more poc books) Each one got drunk and ended up finding their mate. This writers humour is excellent, very modern day and not forced. These books are SPICY just as much as they are funny. So definitely 18+.

Horror

Hide by Kiersten White. Would you like to play a game? So it isn't Saw by any means, Amanda or Jigsaw aren't here and neither is the spooky doll on a trike...but there is a game. This is a deadly game of hide and seek in an abandoned theme park. One week, don't get caught and you'll get life changing money...but they didn't exactly mention what would happen if you did get caught. Mack is one of fourteen competitors, our main girl with a dark past and there's a whole new level of horror to discover the reasons people would ever create such a game. There is some LGBTQ+ themes and I can't say anything more without spoiling. Just know I'm very pleased. There are some triggering themes like death and murder so as usual check this is okay for you to read.

The Last Days of Jack Sparks by Jason Arnopp. -What does the dumb dumb skeptic do? Provoke a demon of course and demons never back down. Jack Sparks is a writer and paranormal skeptic. Working on his new book, he is invited to witness an exorcism (which hell to the no) and his life is never the same as an unknown entity ruins his life one piece at a time using those around him. This is the book for you if you want a read where the main character is not loveable at all. He makes bad decisions and a terrible person to everyone he loves. I'd say there are also found footage vibes as this book is pieced together by Jack's estranged brother who is trying to understand just what happened to his brother. I personally found the story so good that it didn't take away from the plot. I didn't rage read this and hate the story because I didn't like the main character. It was oddly fitting and I definitely intend to read more of Arnopp's work.

Penpal by Dathan Auerbach. -I'll start with this, it's definitely horror/thriller. There's a dash, a pinch, a smidge of mystery in the background but this is no doubt horror. Now, this book made me uncomfortable. This book is my answer to 'can you really get scared of books like you can movies?' Yes, the fuck, you CAN. Our adult main character looks back on the strange happenings in his childhood. It all started with the class of 5 year olds writing letters to strangers and it all just went wrong. So I can remember some trigger warnings that I know will upset people as some of them were a shock. There are mentions of animal cruelty and death, death, stalking and implied pedophilia. Also major spoiler (SPOILER) death of a child. SPOILER #2: Grown man is obsessed with child for years whilst the child has no idea. There's also a mystery to solve. Now you may ask why would I spoil this one and not others...because whilst I could stomach it (much to my surprise) it's a shock and I don't feel right recommending this book, as crazy good as it is, without you being aware that I'm not just hyping it up. These are sensitive topics and whether you know it or not, it'll still be a shocking read.

The Vessel by Adam L.G. Nevill. Another short read and listen I thought this was spooky. It won me over for being spooky. THEN THE TWIST HAPPENED and GUYS...this is a masterpiece. We follow a single mother who has taken up a job as a carer as she tries to support herself and her child after escaping an abusive relationship. The old woman she looks after is brutally mean, like you're-lucky-you-dont-have-family-because-your-ass-would-go-to-a-care-home-otherwise. Her house is old and weird with strange happenings. She's a crabbit, violent old bitch and she...happens to get attached to the main characters daughter. Terrific. This book isn't a regular old haunting. Infact, the living are more terrifying than the dead in this book and the mystery is amazing. I ended up not hating the old lady in the end as you get her back story. And I can't express enough just WTF?

What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher. - A historical horror! So I finished watching the Fall of the House of Usher just before starting this, completely unaware that I once again would be returned to The Madeline and Roderick Usher. This book is inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's stories on the Usher family with a unique twist. A family friend (our main character) has received word Madeline Usher is sick and has come to visit to find things aren't great with the isolated Usher's and their home. Something has taken up residence. What was originally considered a haunting or the results of age is discovered to be a fungus taking over. No, that isn't a spoiler. The description tells you, hehe. It's a short read that's definitely creepy and a lovely mix of seemingly paranormal and zombie vibes.

Found: An anthology of found footage horror stories by Andrew Cull and Gabino Iglesias. - Calling all found footage fans! Same here! So I wasn't sure how this would work as a book. It works. Just as brilliantly. I read this for the Halloween spirit and this is an easy would reread any time of the year. Its a bunch of short stories from various writers and some of the stories are still stuck with me now.

Mystery

If We Were Villains by M.L Rio. Trust the theatre kids to take things too far, eh? This is dark academia aesthetic at full blast. A group of friends, one ends up dead and only the friends know the truth about what happened. They love their Shakespeare as far as I remember. I got recommended this and when I tell you this book takes you on a JOURNEY. It's very poetic and reminds me a lot of 'The Secret History' which is very much in the same genre. If this doesn't convince you- I grew up watching pretty little liars and this was so refreshing. It draws you in the same way but doesn't over do it. Plus you're in on the secrets this time! The twist was exceptional and I remember needing to take a breather before I went to even consider another book. It was perfect.

Thriller

The Sundown Motel by Simone St. James.- I think this was the first book that I read that got me back into reading. It could go in thriller or mystery if I'm honest, but I'm putting it here. You follow two characters. A girl who's Aunt disappeared decades prior, takes the same job in the same Motel her aunt disappeared in hoping to find out just what happened to her aunt. The second being the Aunt and what happened before she went missing. So there are some time jumps but it's rather easy to follow along. I wasn't so intimidated by that format as I usually am. There is an element of paranormal in this book! And I love itttt! A very easy read but did suspect one of the twists...definitely didn't suspect the main twist though.

Fiction

Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi. This book is now one of a series. This book stabbed me in the heart and twisted in my chest...and I ended up thanking it. It's multiple stories. There is a simple, quiet coffee shop with a rumour attached to it. One of the chairs has the ability to make a person travel in time. The book follows a woman who wants to timetravel for reasons you'll find out in her turn and the coffee shops regulars. A definite tear jerker for me that helps you see the beauty of life even in the most painful of times. If you have the ability to go back in time but can't change the past, what exactly is the point? Well, the book will tell you why. So beautiful and an easy read. Again, check for any trigger warnings. There are sensitive themes in this book.

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar. So I gave this a five star because the ending was magnificent and I can see why it was hyped up BUT I wouldn't classify this as an easy read. I got confused a lot with the Science fiction elements but I might just be dumb af. So if you're interested, you have to really focus on the book. If you skim read or anything like that. You'll have no idea what's going on. Red and Blue. That's their names. They're spies -I think female if I remember?- and their fighting in the war between the more natural world and the industrial world. Or atleast that's how I perceived it. The book is following Red and Blue's taunting notes they leave to one another in various eras and places but gradually turn into something else. Forbidden love. What I'm pretty sure is LGBTQ+. The ending decked me and so even though I found it complicated to wrap my head around some times, I loved it.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab. Where... do I even start? So I think if I were ever to get a tattoo. It'd be something from this book. It is an historical fiction/romance about a woman who has been cursed by an entity. No one can remember her. She can't even utter her own name. Yet a few hundred years down the line, someone remembers her. This book is just beautiful. There's nothing else to say. AND THATS ALL IM SAYING BECAUSE THIS BOOK IS SO DEEP TO ME.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid. A historical fiction following a celebrities lifestory. Evelyn Hugo gives me Marilyn Monroe vibes and how Hollywood was back in the 1950's. A young woman is given an unexpected opportunity to write this timeless actress biography...the truth. Something the public never heard before.

Non-Fiction

Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. A book Mitch wrote about his old mentor and the advice he had to give on how to live life. It's a short read and incredibly emotional to have the perspectives of life by someone half way or younger through their life and someone who's life is coming to an end.

[nereidprinc3ss]

your response was absolutely lovely, cause YES ENGAGE WITH WRITERS!! I remember a few years ago when I was writing in a different fandom (I've literally been in a slump for yearsss, but my love for CM is slowly bringing that back, lol, anyway) every comment, every dm, every interaction was the absolute highlight of my experience on here.

when you write something, and there literally sometimes comes a point where you're like "I absolutely hate this now, but I will finish it" and then you hit "post" and you wonder "Does someone actually like this, or is it just bad?" seeing people interact quiets that self-doubt I'm sure many writers feel and it's so rewarding

anywayyy, I promise I will spam you, I'll literally clog your notifications at some point, if that's what you want, hah. you'll literally get sick of me.

again, absolutely loveee your blog, and you are an absolute sweetheart, so please, continue being you because I'm sure your sweetness is making many silent readers less silent and more engaged❤️

ahhh ok thank you so much i was worried you might feel like i was yelling at YOU but I wasn’t it was just something i had been thinking about!!

and yes interaction and engagement from readers rlly is what makes posting worth it! like i do WRITE for the fun of writing, but i share it to engage with other people in the community! if you like someone’s work the best way to encourage them to create more is just to be kind to them, and i don’t mean just me but anyone who posts work you enjoy!

and to be clear i am so, so appreciative of all the interaction i get! im not asking for more so much as reminding anyone who may be on the fence about sending an ask or commenting or reblogging w their thoughts on the fic that it will always always be welcomed and appreciated by every single writer! they will never think you’re annoying (unless you comment something essentially demanding more with nothing else, like the other day i posted the masterlist for dybmn and someone just commented ‘7!!!!!!!’ damn not even a “i liked this”? like girl use your words……. but i digress)

ANYWAY didn’t mean to make this so long winded again but yes there are my thoughts because i love to make them everyone else’s problem😎😎

thank you for being so sweet and understanding!!!

[withdrawingramen]

no escape (angstpril)

CW: interrogation whump, lady/female whump AND whump of a minor (17 y/o), stress position (?), beating, reference to whumpee being manipulated/betrayed, reference to long-term captivity, non-human whumpee Kurai towered over Sihyeon. She'd been restrained against a pillar for a little more than an hour, her arms throbbing for relief. She'd twisted and turned in an attempt for the slightest of comfort, which was obviously futile. "Your companions are in custody. They've already tattled on you. All that's left is for you to confess." Kurai Sorano said softly, his voice firm. Unusually firm, as if trying to warn her, that she was in deep shit. That certainly seemed to be the case, as Sihyeon's experience with the man told her that whenever he spoke low, he spoke the harshest words. A prelude to pain, sort of.

"That's a lie. I've told you so many times, that's a lie!" She squealed out, tasting blood in her mouth. Before Kurai knocked her out cold, he'd made sure to land a few of the hardest hits she'd ever received. She was treading on thin ice, already. At the current moment, all the evidence was against her. The cameras caught her approaching the guard first, stealing the keys first. She was gullible. To think anybody would look out for each other in this wretched place, was gullible. "I'm getting fucking tired of hearing that," Kurai groaned, running a hand through his air. His black boot made contact with her jaw, sending Sihyeon reeling to the side. She coughed, her ears ringing. The pain in her jaw spread to her entire face and down to her spine. She was sure she'd pulled a muscle in her neck, too. The man let her process the hit, let her take her time to regain her composure. Kurai kneeled to her level, instantly reaching for her throat. Sihyeon tensed, grunting at his grip. "Do I need to choke the answer out of you again?" No. Please, No. She hated that feeling with all her existence. The lack of air, the tightening of his hand on her throat, her consciousness slipping moment by moment, the panic of the entire thing, the thought of it filled her with dread. "It was all a ploy-" Sihyeon breathed out, "They approached me first! Look, I know it was wrong for me to even think of escaping, but I didn't start it all, I swear on that-" He released his grip on her, his eyes watching her slump against the pillar, gasping for air after letting out the string of words. "Is that so? We've been told you threatened to leak out information of the handicapped elder brother missing his quotas when he was sick as a breaking of the rules. Using this against the two, you asked them to help you break out, did you not?" Kurai asked, flexing his fingers. She caught a glimpse of his bruised knuckles. "Despite knowing there's no escape? Despite knowing the consequences? How dare you drag others into your delusional bullshit?" Sihyeon nodded a 'no' frantically not completely sure what she was saying no to. Her supervisor eyed her still slumping against the pillar, her muscles aching. She scrunched her eyes shut, pain distributing all over her bruised body now. She tried to gather her thoughts over the incident, tried to recall every single detail that she could use to put forth her innocence. "Fine. I have absolutely no problem beating the answer out of you." Sihyeon watched the man's boots move out from her field of vision for a few seconds. The sound of metal scraping had her on guard immediately. Kurai stood in front of her now, a whole chair in his hand. Her eyes widened in terror at the sight. She intended to plead for him to listen, but he brought down the metal chair on her restrained figure before 'the poor girl' had a chance to utter a single word.

[scarletlilyy]

I have started a new kdrama called love next door!!

This thread will be the official review for each episode, rn the first episode is out and the second is coming out tmrw. The pattern will continue like that, one episode every Saturday and Sunday!

Day 1 - Episode 1

The main character is a girl called Seok Hyu and her love interest is Seok Ryu (might have gotten the names wrong but hey I'm trying)

So far I'm not the biggest fan of Seok Hyu, she seems very impulsive....

The first episode is basically her struggling to tell her mother she called off her marriage and quit her job, and at first I thought her mom was really dramatic (she is, hitting ur grown adult child is weird in my eyes), but what Seok Hyu did is still pretty dumb in my eyes and she really didn't seem to have a valid reasoning for it. She said something about a "cpu overload" which I think was code for her just being overwhelmed by all the good things happening in her life....

And that's why she called off a marriage to someone that was probably crazy in love, a month before. I think that's just really impulsive and shows she's scared of responsibility. It's quite selfish in my eyes and it's also self sabotage. But it's just the first episode, my opinion is probably gonna change soon!

Okay so Seok Ryu & Seok Hyu are childhood friends, kind of. Their mothers have been friends for a long time, which is where their friendship comes from. I'm not gonna lie both their mothers really piss me off, they have this thing where they constantly argue and compare their children's achievement. Ik it's part of the plot and a bit of humour, but I hate the mindset of seeing ur children as prized trophies. I hope both mothers grow from this toxic mindset SMH.

Seok Ryu is cool and successful, I love the banter between him and Seok Hyu. He seems pretty sick of her at the start but also quite fond at the same time. It's a good dynamic, but unfortunately the main female's personality/decisions aren't my favourite rn.

Okay on the Seok Hyu's Best friend, I forgot her name but she's a paramedic and I love her already. She seems quite knowledgeable and dedicated to her job and she has also been paired with a love interest. Her love interest is absolutely handsome, maybe I'm just really into nerds but he's quite fine. I'm also very interested in his character, I like that he takes notes on things and was very forward with his romantic interest. He's totally my type lmao. If we were to have a spin off with just the two second leads, I'd honestly love it.

Don't get me wrong the main couple is also very attractive, like Seok Hyu's actress looks like Jennie Kim and that's honestly the cherry on top for me lmao!!

and Seok Ryu has this beautiful face that's so captivating!!

Anyways back to details of the first episode.

The first episode has been very funny, if it isn't obvious I've already picked my favourites and least favourites.

Sorry, I'm very quick to judgment!

but open to change :D

The slow born in kdrama's is a painful delight, but I have high hopes for this drama. It's the first romance kdrama, I've enjoyed since doctor slump.

[hammerbacks]

love for the fanfic guessing game 🥰💖

thank you, mel! 💖 this is from a much later chapter of warm water that i've already written a lot of, but it's got love like four times in the same section, so have the whole thing 🙈

For the first time, he’s rendered speechless. As much as he hates to admit it to himself, she has a very good point. He doesn’t know, doesn’t understand why seeing her out with another man pains him like that.  He would apologise, but knows full well that he’s absolutely not sorry for reacting in the way he did.  All of a sudden, the realisation hits him and his world crumbles.  How the hell has he fallen in love with her? He knows what love looks like, what it feels like, and it’s certainly not this. Or is it?  He’s been silent for too long. She’s staring at him, obviously trying to work out what on Earth is going on inside of his head (and to be honest, so is he). She rubs her temples and breathes a weary sigh.  “Go home, James. We’ve both got a lot of thinking to do. I’ll… I’ll call you.”  “I love you.” It comes out so quietly that almost wonders if he’s said it at all, but the look on her face easily tells him otherwise. It’s not that he regrets it, but he’s horrified that he’s just said it out loud.  It’s her turn to be speechless now. She slumps against the door, the last embers of anger vanishing from her eyes and giving way to pure shock.  “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me.” Shaking her head, she laughs disbelievingly. He’s not sure what punctures him: the fact that she can’t look him in the eye, or the complete lack of an “I love you, too.” 

send me a word, if it’s in my wip document i’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in ☺️

[lilacthebooklover]

18, 20, 23, 24

holy smokesickes anon, you're really going for the kill, huh? /j

18: Most traumatic experience

hmm,, maybe just the entirety of year 9? i became the laughing stock of not only my class but my entire year, bullying was ramped up to an 11 and my only friends regularly hit me lol. i went into a bit of s slump, didn't talk to anyone. i was lowkey emo for a while (plus i was obsessed with the "help" animatic on youtube skfjdkjf). it was straight out of lockdown and i spent like every day not wanting to be in school even though i like learning. but! i got moved out of my sucky class into one with my friend (the one who did most of the hitting, but hey what can ya do) and after that year everyone matured a lot & people seem to like me now?? perks of being inoffensive and polite ig :]. i still have a few habits from back then, like closing off around people my age and resorting to stilted monotone answers, or feeling a little anxious when people other than my close family brush my hair, but i've gotten a lot better since then! it was less "traumatic" and moreso unpleasant, i have a tendency to overdramatise stuff :"). my life just hasn't been all that traumatising. i have a lovely family, a school piano, and most of my overachieving is solely my fault soooo,,,,,

20: What I hate most about myself

there are a couple of things. i don't like how oversensitive & clingy i can be, or how attention-seeking. i want to help people but sometimes that means i don't know when to back off a little. i wind people up when i'm bored to get a reaction. and i'm absolutely terrible at holding my ground around people my own age. i give people sheets of paper from my notebooks & let them borrow my highlighters, i'm nice to the people who used to make fun of me relentlessly, i'm not good at telling people to back off when i feel uncomfortable, i act like i'm superior just because adults tend to like me. it's not great skdjksjd

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

i'd say it's really good!! my youngest sister trusts me a lot & i read to her regularly, i don't really get her miraculous gacha craze but she is so incredibly smart & i'm really proud of her. she's sweet when she wants to be and i love her to bits and a lot of the bumps in the road are things she'll grow out of when she's older :). there's also my other younger sister!!! we have spent our entire childhood together, and i wouldn't change a single thing about her. she's hilarious and creative and gifted and i have spent countless hours having fun with her. she can be a little closed-off at times and often considers me an embarrassment, but i love her an insane amount too!! and then there's the lovely jpr!! we've gotten really close over the past few years. she's actually the one who introduced me to ao3 while we were washing plates at a caravan site together! i owe a huge part of my life to her & it's been so awesome over the years having someone to write and chat with :)). we watch kids shows unironically and have a chronic au addiction. ily red <33 can't wait to do that omori cosplay at a theme park together next time u come over and try not to lose my wig on the rollercoasters <333

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

great!!! they both care about & support me a lot. they've always got good advice and want what's best for me. sometimes they can be a bit shouty and angry when in a bad mood & there is a lotttt of pressure on me to do well but it's all good! we have awesome family holidays together & i love them both a lot. my dad can be very silly, he likes star wars and terrible jokes and repetitive dj music and toblerone chocolate. and my mum is realllyyy organised, idk how she manages it! she likes cats and potato rosti and the colour blue and shania twain songs. they're the most hardworking & intelligent people i know <3

[albatris]

happy final day of camp nanowrimo!!! there's only about two minutes left for me and I'm very happy to announce I did hit my target of 35,000!! wahoo

I was worried I wouldn't for a hot minute there hahaha

anyway taglist hello hello taglist @goosemixtapes @multi-lefaiye @itisi-asimplegay @nicola-writes @the-one-who-makes-negative-noise @ambiguousfiction @tracle0 @writeouswriter

today's wordcount is 35,072!

and oh man, I forget how pouring all my creative energy into Writing for a whole month just leaves me itching to draw by the end of it jfdhjgkdfghjkhg. good news for those I've promised art to hahahahaha

this weekend has been unbelievably busy for me and I'm absolutely so out of it and exhausted. forgive me if I'm behind on responding to tags yet again. also forgive me if there are any weirdass typos in this update I am wearing long wacky acrylic nails right now and they feel SO uncomfortable but they're pretty so I allow them

also, good news, exciting news, I'm finally going to get my loan insulin pump next week! the journey has absolutely sucked, my friends, but at least it's almost over! yeeeeeeehaw

I hope you're all doing well!!

today's mood is aqueduct of midbrain and today's jam is "love today" by mika!

today's excerpt is from yesterday's writings actually, I was just too exhausted to update yesterday lol. Alex and Nat only go on one vampire bro murder roadtrip in book two to eat some objectively terrible people. Nat enjoys it and Alex does not; this is fairly standard

honestly it's not a very exciting excerpt to finish on but it's the only recent bit I had at my disposal that didn't need a bucketload of polishing

today's excerpt is,

"Shh," Nat said, his lips almost brushing the microphone. He stifled a silly, cheerful giggle. Though he couldn't pinpoint exactly where the humour in the situation was hiding, he could feel it in there somewhere. "Shhhhh. Ease up. I can't understand you when you're yelling."

The crackling syllables rolling from the radio didn't pause for even a second. So harsh and barking. Rattling at his sensitive eardrums. His own voice had not gotten through.

"Ah," Nat said, peering at the little machine properly this time, his attention wandering down the array of buttons on its face. He jabbed the one that looked the most relevant with a pointed claw and cleared his throat. "You have a dreadful voice. Just terrible, just terrible. Really grates on the ears."

The incessant chatter paused. Nat nodded approvingly, but he'd barely opened his mouth to continue speaking when the noise snarled to life again in a burst of ringing static.

"The fuck are you talking about, Jackson?" the voice barked, slightly clearer now at least. "Why's your voice so—crackly? Are your batteries—look, never mind. There's a situation with Carmen."

Interesting.

Nat flipped the radio playfully round in his hands and abandoned the body on the couch to slump to the floorboards. He tilted his head against the back of the couch and kicked his legs out. This time he did laugh, just shortly, just a little bubble of glee fumbling its way up through his chest. He jabbed his claw back into the button.

"Well, there's no Jackson down here, actually," he replied, an almost lazy drawl to his voice. He felt like he ought to have one of those curly phone cords to twirl around his fingers like Quinn did sometimes. "Only me now."

The reply was instantaneous and glaringly hostile. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the vampire that just killed him," Nat said. "Jackson, I mean. And listen, I hate to be a bother, but I'm still kind of peckish. There's another tasty morsel tucked away for me upstairs, yeah? I was told there would be."

There was a short click and the crackling machine went dead.

"Aw." Nat frowned. He leaned forward to peer at it. He jammed his claw into the button a few times. He jammed his claw into all the other buttons, too. He shook the unresponsive thing around, hoping it would make some kind of noise. It did not. "Fine then," he muttered. "Be like that."

He waited a few more moments, relaxing back against the couch, but still keeping his ears tuned towards the stairs for any brush of movement. When nothing heralded the second human's approach, Nat hmphed and gathered himself upright, despite how warm and lethargic he felt. He was still peckish, but only a touch, and trudging upstairs felt like a lot of effort for very little payoff, considering all he wanted to do now was curl up and sleep.

Often, humans were remarkably prone to rushing in to investigate horrific danger firsthand, which was kind of them. If his second course wasn't going to come down to meet him, he supposed he had no choice but to bring the horrific danger upwards instead.

[hyetiny]

c// fem!reader, superhero reader, villain yeosang, lowkey enemies to fwb, top yeo, bottom reader, bodily scars + showing them to each other, mentions of violence, clubbing, drinking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), knifeplay, pain kink, choking, degradation, dirty talk, protected sex, yeo monster cock

please read the tags carefully, this may not be for everyone!

this is the longest thing i've ever written omfg. also i’m really proud of this, please don’t let it flop :’D

kang yeosang was the root of everything wrong in your life, you had decided.

he was like the annoying fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your ear on a hot summer’s day. no matter how many times you were certain that you had vanquished the city of the blight that was yeosang, the supervillain managed to come back unnoticed.

at this point, you were convincing yourself it was impossible to cease him from causing trouble. on shitty nights like this, you went down to the discreet nightclub, hidden away in a dark alleyway. whether you needed a good drink or a good fuck, the club was always there to provide.

“the usual?” the familiar bartender yunho asks, taking in your frustrated expression and slumped shoulders that he sees far too often. 

“yep, a slouchy susan.” you roll your eyes at the corny names yunho would come up with, your mind wandering to the silly names he must have had for the other patrons. it was always comforting to have a chat with the friendly bartender after a hard day - plus, you couldn’t deny he was absolute eye candy. 

“top it off, please.” you shift your glass back to him after downing it.

“put it on my tab, yuyu”. a familiar, deep voice comes from next to you.

you turn to see yet another unbelievably attractive man. he has blonde hair that grows just past his neck, his natural black roots starting to show through. from where you’re sitting on your rickety stool, you pick up on the hint of cologne that lingers on him. you’ve never seen him before, yet something about him seems eerily familiar, like you’ve seen him in a dream.

you shake off the feeling, instead deciding to chat him up.

“yuyu?” you giggle at his affectionate nickname for the barkeep.

“we go way back, it’s what his mother would call him when she’d drop him off to school. i guess it stuck”. the man smiles at you, visibly taking in your features and not breaking eye contact with you.

you’re taken aback by him, your heart thumping unusually fast for some reason.

“stop embarrassing me, yeo-”

the man clears his throat loudly. you must have missed something, because yunho immediately goes quiet and wordlessly hands your drinks - your “slouchy susan” and a whiskey for the man.

“so if he’s yuyu, what are you?” you ask him.

“you can call me ryusang.” he says.

“y/n”. 

the two of you lapse into easy conversation. you giggle at his lame jokes, and he does the same. you find common interests, funny anecdotes, blissfully letting the stresses of the day slip away with each word of the attractive ryusang.

soon enough, the dance floor grows crowded and the music gets louder.

“dance with me?” ryusang stands up, offering a hand. you take it gratefully, letting him drag you to the dance floor. it’s a mess of sweaty bodies, but you don’t care as you become part of it with ryusang. his hands find your hips, and you’re both falling into an easy rhythm, completely in sync with the trap music blasting from the speakers.

as expected, the space between you gradually gets smaller and smaller, until it’s practically non-existent. you’re shamelessly grinding against each other, joining the litany of couples who are completely up against each other. you pretend not to pay any mind to his noticeably growing bulge, instead deciding to tease him a bit by intentionally grinding up harder against him. this night was going right where you wanted it to.

“my place is near here.” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver underneath him.

“then we’d better get out of here quickly, hm?” you say in response.

since you had both been drinking, you decide to take a cab to his place. the sexual tension is rife in the air. you deliberately, teasingly lay a hand on his thigh, oh so close to his crotch, his face glowing red as it clearly riles him up.

when you get up the flight of stairs up to his apartment, and he fumbles with the key for what feels like minutes, you’re all over each other. the first kiss you share is nothing but messy - all teeth and tongue, nothing but complete lust for one another. he’s gently guiding you towards his room, until your legs hit his mattress. you break the kiss, only for him to gently lay you down, straddle you, and get right back to sloppily kissing you.

he undoes the buttons of your blouse without breaking the kiss, impressively with one hand. he breaks the kiss once again to take in the sight of your newly exposed skin. his eyes engulf the expanse of scars on your skin, some older and some looking to be very much recent.

“who did this to you?” he whispers in what seems to be a mixture of awe and anger. hesitantly, he runs a finger across a thin line that spans from your lower belly to your ribcage.

“you did, yeosang.” you say, deadpan.

he pauses, his heart dropping to his stomach.  “excuse me?”

“did you think you were fooling me? seriously, why didn’t you pick a less obvious fake name?” you giggle. despite the vulnerable position you’re in, you clearly hold the upper hand, indulging in his shocked expression. you hadn't missed the bartender's obvious slip up of yeosang's name, and could never forget that deep voice of his that would always taunt you.

“you’re always screwing me over y/n. i didn’t think we’d end up like this”. he says as a smooth recovery.

you roll your eyes. “remember when you gave me this?” you tap at the scar. he shakes his head.

“two years ago. you were trying to get rid of all power in the city. i almost stopped you, so you pegged a knife right here.” 

“if i was trying to kill you, the knife would’ve stuck.” he says defensively. “you got away with a scratch, only because i wanted that.”

“well, thanks for not trying to kill me, kang yeosang. i’m flattered.” you say sarcastically. 

“well, you gave me something worse.” he strips himself of his shirt. to no surprise, his skin is similar to yours. a canvas for an array of marks and scars, most of which you recognize to be your own work.

you point to an especially long one on his collarbone. “that one was definitely me.”

“yeah, and it hurt like a bitch.” he says snarkily.

“well, now we’re both half naked.”

“nice catch.”

“well for convenience’s sake, we may as well get back to-”

his lips are on yours again, effectively shutting you up. you don’t protest - besides, it’s hard to when his tongue is in your mouth. 

what you don’t expect is the cold press of something against your throat, which then trails down to your collarbones. it isn’t pleasant, but not uncomfortable either. it’s sharp against your skin, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

yeosang begins to press open mouthed kisses against your skin, alongside what you now see is a familiar knife in his hand. you begin to feel more vulnerable underneath him, knowing he had complete power over you. yet somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the man who has your life in his hands.

he undoes your jeans, letting out a low whistle at the damp spot forming against your panties. the flat side of the blade presses against your clothed core, earning a whine for him.

"fucking touch me already". you say through gritted teeth, despising that your mortal enemy has you so needy for him.

"am i not already touching you?" he says with a shit eating smirk. fuck him, you think. but that was exactly what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, you hear the sound of fabric ripping, and a sudden cold against your core, as though-

"i liked those." you say frustratedly, finding yeosang pulling away the ripped remnants of your panties away from your core.

"you look far better without them." is all he says before licking an experimental stripe up your already wet hole, earning a breathy moan from you. you don't have it in you to be mouthy when his tongue continues to tease your labia, eventually meeting your clit in what is the most heavenly thing you've ever felt. all thoughts of how much you hate the man currently eating you out are out the window as the pad of his finger presses against your clit, his tongue messily lapping at your hole as if he was just licking for his pleasure rather than yours.

your hips subconsciously grind up in tandem with his tongue, earning small moans from him as well.

"so fucking wet. do you usually get this wet this quickly, or are you just that much of a slut for me?" he chuckles.

it takes every ounce of self control not to flick him on the forehead. the degrading name catches you off guard, yet somehow it makes your hole clench needily. besides, you want what's hidden under the confines of his black jeans far too much to be mean to him right now.

"just... just fill me up, yeosang."

"i like you like this." he says with a cocky smile. it gives you butterflies, even though you know it means nothing more than just a spur of the moment thought. "beg for me a little more, and i'll think about it."

oh, the urge to punch him in the face.

"fuck you."

"that's the plan."

you sigh in frustration. "kang yeosang, my mortal enemy, fill me up with your monster fucking cock until i can't think straight." you say sarcastically.

surprisingly, it's enough for him. it seems you weren't wrong when you said "monster cock" his cock far thicker and longer than any cock you had taken recently. or in general, for that matter.

he must notice the way you gape at it, giggling to himself.

"cond-" you start, but he cuts you off by leaning over to his bedside drawer.

he shuffles around before he finds what he's looking for, sliding on the first condom he finds and coating himself in lube for good measure.

"ready? are you okay?" he asks, lining himself up against your entrance.

you want to roll your eyes, but you know he's just looking out for you. you give him a nod, and it's all it takes for him to push, breaching your wet hole and filling you up perfectly. you can't stop the high whine that leaves your lips. it's embarrassing, but yeosang seems to enjoy it, groaning into your ear.

"you're so fucking tight. expected you to be all stretched out like the whore you are." he whispers into your ear, embarrassingly only making you clench more around him.

you barely need to adjust, needing nothing more than for him to ruin you. his hips set a steady pace, grinding oh so perfectly against you. the tip of his cock perfectly reaches that sweet spot inside you, earning a louder moan for him. you'd be embarrassed with what his neighbours must be hearing, but it's the last thing on your mind when you have such a perfect cock stretching you out.

"fuck, my perfect slut. so nice and tight around my cock, huh? it's like this pussy was made to take my cock." he growls, his thrusts only getting harder and sloppier the closer he gets to his high.

"o-only for you." you cry out, gasping as he fills you up impossibly deep, over and over again. the coil building up in your stomach only gets tighter when his fingers find your clit.

the breaking point is when his lips meet your collarbone, leaving more kisses and tiny bites here and there. the sensations all over are too much for you. you cry out when your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, leaving you breathless. your orgasm triggers his as well, indicated by the long, pleasured groan he lets out.

you can't do anything but catch your breath as he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in the bin next to his bed.

"who knew that all it took was a good fuck to get you weak for me?" yeosang breaks the silence.

"shut up." you say weakly, still too breathless to properly argue back.

"maybe i will, if you make me."

needless to say, he keeps you up for a few more hours until you both fall asleep, the first rays of the sunrise peeking through the blinds of his window.

the next morning, you wake up groggy and exhausted, the drinks and activities from last night finally catching up to your body. to your disappointment, yeosang isn't there next to you, the other side of the bed empty.

of course, the asshole didn't have the decency to wait for you to wake up. reaching out for your phone, you find to your surprise that there's a sticky note on it.

“last night was fun, we should do it again. i've gone out to wreak havoc, so i know our paths will cross again soon anyway.” - your mortal enemy, kang yeosang <3

[sandsofdteam-moved]

While every single nominee and countless others absolutely deserved to win cc of the year, it's dumb to say that Dream has done nothing to warrant his victory because it's just objectively wrong.

(AKA I'm feeling sappy so take a long Dream lovepost)

If we want to talk raw numbers, it's hard because Dream is first and foremost a YouTuber. I'll be the first to admit he doesn't necessarily deserve an award for Streamer of the Year because he's just... not a streamer. But looking at his growth just over the last two years, he's gained nearly 30 million subscribers and has blown every single other Minecraft creator out of the water with his success. I've been around mcyts for a long, long time and no other cc that I've followed has gotten this big this fast. I remember being absolutely ecstatic about SkyDoesMinecraft hitting 10mil and that was a big deal. Now, 30mil doesn't seem like it's completely unfeasible. Even with a slowed growth rate, he is demolishing the game, all without ever showing his face. Isn't that crazy? He has nothing to attract people other than his personality and skill and he's managed to wrangle nearly one in every 25 people in the ENTIRE WORLD with just Minecraft content.

He's also managed to do that while bringing dozens of other creators up and revitalizing the game, which was admittedly in a bit of a slump. Was he the only cc to contribute to its comeback? No, absolutely not, but none of them contributed at anywhere near the level he has. Looking at YouTube's roundups of 2020 and 2021, he had spots both years for top videos of the entire year, is on both years' top creators lists, was the top breakout creator of 2020, and in addition to that helped bring up at least 5 of the creators who made it onto those top creators lists as well.

On that point, one of Dream's main strengths is his selflessness and want to bring deserving people into the spotlight that he's helped to create. He stopped streaming on the Dream SMP well over a year ago and his reasoning was to not take views away from the other people online. He consistently shows up on other peoples' streams or plays Crab Game with small creators because he knows his presence draws people in. Hell, even today he was on Captain's stream, and just because he was there talking an extra 4,000 people showed up. He's cognizant of the power he yields and he uses it in such a benevolent way. He's said he makes an effort to bring at least one small creator in per wave of SMP invites, giving a huge platform to gems like Foolish and Ranboo, who have become beloved within the community because they took the opportunity and ran with it. Last year, he donated money to so many creators for Christmas, oftentimes with words of affirmation or support telling them to keep going because he sees their potential. He's said that he wants to wield his power as the owner of arguably the most famous Minecraft server to help talented creators grow, and by all measures, he's accomplished that!

Not only that but he's managed to create a safe space for so many people of so many different demographics. Yeah people who hate him can say that he's homophobic or racist or other weighty words but that literally could not be farther from the truth. Why then do so many people find comfort in a fully silent stream, in knowing that he exists? In the midst of the pandemic, a once-in-a-lifetime happening, he managed to help so many people through it with kind words and the overflowing of love that he has for everyone, really. His goal in life is to make as many people happy as he possibly can, and as a viewer, I can say that a goal like that from a cc makes me a little happier. Dream loves to love and he will show that affection in so many different ways— endearing chat messages, saying "love you guys", joining in on our stupid jokes, just hopping into discord to chat with us. In so many ways the internet has become a generally hostile place towards him and if I were him, I'd take my millions of dollars and bounce. But he stays and perseveres and makes sure that his supporters feel comfortable supporting him by growing and learning from the wide range of supporters he has. In the midst of some of the worst months in his life, he was extremely active, playing Geoguessr, dropping music, going live in the middle of the night during particularly stressful moments, etc. He gives and gives, and he deserves so much.

Speaking of community, let's have a brief look into the Dream SMP! First and foremost, I don't want anyone to think that I believe Dream should be completely credited with the success of all of these people. They're their own creators who are included in that list of people not nominated but deserved the award too. But he's managed to create a warm, welcoming community and like it or not created the platform off of which everyone has built. With the lore too— he's a central figure whether people like it or not. As a viewer that's been here since before lore even started up, I can confidently say that lore-wise the time that Dream spent in prison were some of the most consistently dull. There were multiple individual shining moments but the real action, when everything officially started kicking off again with everyone restarting their lore, was him escaping. That plot point alone has set things in motion to start the next season of what is the equivalent of a Netflix series, one that garnered nearly 1 million concurrent live viewers at its peak. He's been one of the main 'writers' from the start, working with Tommy and Wil to really weave the lore together. Yeah lore discourse makes me tired a lot of the time but it's a testament to their writing that months and months later, we're still finding things out about the characters and storylines that he's written. He isn't the only creator to contribute but he's deserving of a fair amount of credit.

I've barely even talked about the manhunts and the wildly popular Minecraft, But series on his channel and those of his closest friends. Those videos are actually insane. He started the whole "only a small percentage of my viewers are actually subscribed" spiel, and looking at many of the Minecraft videos that end up trending, many are just offshoots of things he's done but taking it in different directions. He's become the king of creating well-paced videos in, as Lil Uzi Vert said, a game of "just squares". To create cinematic masterpieces like that with that level of rewatchability is a talent in and of itself. Manhunts do exceptionally well and reach the top of the trending page every time they're posted, and George's videos have consistently hit the top 3 on the trending tab as well. From what they've told us on streams about the behind-the-scenes, he's really the it girl. He comes up with some of the craziest, most successful ideas (think the George challenges) and greenlights all of George AND Sapnap's videos. They constantly go to him for editing and tips in general because he's just that good at content creation. Them, two of the most successful mcyts on either Twitch or YT. Maybe he didn't come up with the idea for these ideas completely on his own, but his execution of them is just absolutely astounding, no one does it like him.

To me, he deserves the award not just because of his content, but because of his impact across the board on one of the largest games in the world. This one little guy from Florida has become, like it or not, the face of the mcyt (and in some cases just general Minecraft) community, and he's used his position for so much good. He deserves it because he's helped elevate so many creators to new heights, has pioneered some of the most successful series on YouTube, and in general has had such a positive impact on so many peoples' lives in so many different ways.

Just a lot of love and a massive congrats to Dream on his win tonight :]