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people we meet on vacation (pt. 3) | OP81

masterlist part 2

pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader (smau!)

summary: oscar and his childhood best friend, whose families always vacationed together, haven't seen each other in forever. maybe the f1 2025 season summer break is the time for them to rekindle?

tropes: friends to lovers, fluff, angst, social media + written, based loosely off of people we meet on vacation by emily henry

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yn.jpg billy joel soundtrack to vienna!!!

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user54 they're back!!!!!! istg the only person less consistent than ynoscar is the hunger games official account

user55 bro... did you see the magno casting??

yn.jpg I DID I AM SO EXCITED I LOVE BILLY PORTER

user55 excuse me, i shan't be watching sotr bc i'm DEAD

charles_leclerc did you pray to niki lauda?

yn.jpg oscar did, religiously

charles_leclerc that's my son 🥹

lizzymcalpine my love 💞

yn.jpg meine leibe 💞

user19 somewhere in austria, oscar is tweaking tf out

user56 anywhere but the studio *sigh

lando WEINER schnitzel

yn.jpg this is why we ignore your messages sweetie

lilymhe yn come home, the kids miss youuu

yn.jpg you mean alex?

alex_albon no, stay away. when you're here, lily never hangs out with me

yn.jpg she knows her priorities 😏

oscarpiastri alexa, play "she's always a woman"

logansargeant 🤨

oscarpiastri it's billy joel, get out

user57 im gone

user58 can we make clones of op81 for everyone?

lewishamilton 💛

user59 who do YOU think you are?

user60 sir lewis hamilton, 7 world championship titles

user61 relax, yellow is for friendship

yn.jpg don't be putting hearts in my comment section when you won't let me babysit roscoe

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oscarpiastri Nearing the end of summer break, excited to be back on the track but sad to be leaving places like Vienna and people like Yn. Pretty place, pretty people, pretty Piastri?

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lando who let him get away with "pretty Piastri?"

yn.jpg guilty (but regretful)

user62 oscar looking fineeee

user63 my wdc 2025!

user64 i just know the comments will be full of people talking abt yn or whatever her name is

user1 he's not gonna choose you!!!! hope this helps!!!!

olliebearman steal any credit cards?

oscarpiastri no...?

kimi.antonelli wrong brunette to ask that

user65 y'all i'm a ynoscar fan but no one will love this man like lando does

user66 fr he's always commenting and liking within seconds lol

yn.jpg i didn't approve this layout

oscarpiastri i'm trying this new thing called independence

yn.jpg it doesn't suit you

yn.jpg and most things do, so it's just a testament to how you should stop 🤗

user67 she thought we wouldn't see that???

mclaren The track misses you too!

isackhadjar pretty piastri indeed

oscarpiastri thank you, isack, i really needed to hear that

user68 this man has hoes on hoes on hoes

georgerussell63 when do we play padel?

user69 why do all the f1 boys love padel? are they paid?

oscarpiastri play with lando and alex, you prefer them anyway 🙄

georgerussell63 i do but we need four people

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july 21st, 2025 - 7:33

Oscar and Yn had been on the train to Amsterdam for an hour now, but it had begun to feel like a lifetime the second they stepped on. Of course, Yn was blind to this, intrigued too much by the newest Miranda July novel to notice Oscar's confused eyes and unusual inability to sit still.

It had been roughly three days since he'd decided that he could only ever remain 'friends' with Yn, but the decision had yet to sink in. In his head, it was all perfectly clear. He'd gone through every scenario, and each ended with him losing her, the one person who he couldn't bare to lose. Why would he change paths if every one of them ran out of tracks?

His heart was the one stalling. Despite feeling the logic of his choice all the way down to his bone marrow, the increased thumping of his heart against his ribs whenever her perfume wafted through the air or whenever she laughed to herself was in disagreement. Even right now, in her oversized Snoopy shirt and messy hair and practically acrobatic sitting position, it beat, faster than usual.

"Can you pass the strawberries?" she asked, eyes still focused on the page. He smiled, widely, knowing she wouldn't see, and complied. A small nod was her curt way of saying thank you before digging into the fruits, clealry starving.

"You hungry?" Her eyes darted up immediately. Having known her for most of his life, Oscar was well aware of the little things he could do to get her to pay attention to him and not to whatever hyperfixation had caught her focus. His entire childhood consisted of pretending to fall so she'd stop crocheting and play with him.

"Starving, how could you tell?" she grinned, closing the book and sitting up. "Why are you smiling like that?" Oscar shrugged, unable to hide the smile playing on his lips.

"While you were sleeping in," he enunciated, slightly teasing, "I found that bakery you were dying to eat from." The excitement was quickly evident on her face.

"No way! I basically sold my soul trying to find that place, how'd you find it so quick?"

As he began digging through his bag, Oscar explained, "I found it when we got here, I just hid it from you."

"You dick!" Yn said.

"It's more fun this way," he replied, handing her a fancy paper bag full of pastries. "I like to surprise you."

Her eyebrows burrowed, "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

Yn shrugged, taking a huge bite into a seemingly delicious butter croissant, "Well, we've known each other for ages. I don't think there's much to surprise ourselves with."

"That's why it's nice," he told her, reaching over the table in their compartment for a croissant. She tilted it without even looking, hinting at just how well she knew him. "I've done everything with you. It might seem repetitive--I don't think it is--so I like to try to make it interesting. I don't want you to get bored."

She set the bag down. You know it's serious when Yn stops eating her breakfast.

"You think I'd get bored of you?"

It was Oscar's turn to shrug, "It's not a crazy thought, Yn. I'm away all the time. All we do is go on vacation. It wouldn't be insane if you wanted someone who was... I don't know, around? Or did more than sit with you on flights or share hotels with you."

"You've got to be the dumbest person alive, Piastri," she said, so calmly that it confused him. "You're the Formula 1 driver here. You've got everything. If anyone's getting bored, it's you."

"How could you say that?"

"You said it first."

"Yeah, well, I was trying to be open. Communicative. You know, that thing you always say is super important in relationships?" A beat followed. "Like, relationships as in friendships. This is a relationship because we're--"

"I know what you meant, Oscar," she said, arms crossing over her body. I said something wrong, he thought to himself, fuck. "I'm not getting bored of this friendship." Her eyes rolled at the word, and Oscar decided that was enough for the day. His stubborn heart would beat to the rhythm of her words for the rest of the week if he didn't cut it off right now. Friendship, she said, as though it was an insult to her. Maybe she wanted him to say best friendship? Oscar didn't know.

They sat in silence for five minutes, Yn back to her book and Oscar pretending to solve a sudoku. To the background of train tracks and distant chatter from other cabins, Yn quietly murmured, "I'm not getting bored, Oscar. This is forever for me."

He looked up. When their eyes met, he nodded slighly, "Good." She held his gaze for another second before forcing herself to look away.

What a friendship.

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julu 22nd, 2025 - 10:21

Yn hated arguing with Oscar more than she hated avocado (she really hated avocado). Not only was it painful to be yelled at (and to yell back at) a person whom she'd felt nothing but love and admiration for since kindergarten, it was impossible to take the arguments seriously. They were always pointless. She didn't feel there was much she could do to push Oscar away. He'd always find his way back, like a frisbee. Stupid fucking analogy, Yn, she thought to herself as she grabbed her things from the train.

Oscar was waiting off the train, patiently, with his hands behind his back. As she approached the doors, he smiled and she smiled back and that feeling of safety flooded Yn again. They'd been fighting a lot recently--about things they'd never fought about before--and despite being able to tell herself that it would be fixed, it wasn't always easy to believe that. Seeing him there, that sweet look on his face, was a reminder she knew she could count on.

"How can you look like that after a long-ass train ride?" he jokingly asked, grabbing her suitcase and helping her out. "Share with the rest of the class. I'm the one that's got media following him, it's more important I look good."

"How many times in one trip does a girl need tell you that you never don't look good for it to stick?"

"A lot more," he grinned, "tell me again. Pretty please."

"You look good, Osc. Paparazzi will be too blinded to take photos."

"That's the goal."

They made their way out of the train station, conversing so intently that they didn't notice how refreshing the Amsterdam air felt as it hit their skin or even how close they had gotten, with Yn's hand wrapped around Oscar's bicep. Friends walked like this all the time. Yn had seen it in the movies. Although, to be fair, those cinema friends would either end up dating or be gay.

"I want to go to a club tonight," she told him, anticipating the shocked look on his face. "I know it's not your style, so you don't have to go with me if you don't want to. But I figure, Amsterdam is the city of clubbing. It'd be a shame for my twenty-year-old self to not go to the club. If anything, I'll have a story for my grandkids."

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maxverstappen1 Yn and Oscar in Amsterdam. I'm scared they're going to burn my country down. liked by author

user70 she's so aesthetic

user71 do i want to be her or date her?

rolemodel come to my show

yn.jpg can't, i'm a busy, busy bee

rolemodel make her come to my show oscarpiastri

lando i love lurking in yn's comment section, she's my beyonce

user71 she knowLES

yn.jpg aww lando ur nice

oscarpiastri no he's not, he's trying to take my wdc

yn.jpg bad lando 😡

maxverstappen1 yours? bitch please

iamrebeccad you and oscar look so cute in slide 2 <3

user72 WHAT DOES SHE KNOW THAT WE DON'T

user1 lit nothing, they're just friends

user8 NOOOO user1 why are you off the ynoscar train

user1 i'm tired, i'm old and grey, i have no more hope

user73 who will be our leader now?

pierregasly yas queen

yn.jpg did franco teach you this?

oscarpiastri thank you to the random stranger who took slide 2 👏

user74 stop pretending you like her oscar, it's okay, she's annoying, we know

user2 i SWEAR i will commit crimes

Yn didn’t know the name of the club. She knew it was hot and the loud techno music was providing an incredibly steady beat, but she didn’t know the name of the people around her or the meaning of the lyrics or the type of alcohol in her addictive drink. She didn’t even know if she was having a good time.

She should’ve been. The appeal of Amsterdam, for all normal people, was the nightlife. But right now, Yn wasn’t normal. It was incredibly not normal how, despite the sea of good-looking men, all she could think about was her best fucking friend.

Oscar may as well have been a ghost the way he was haunting her. She’d liked him for years, but never had it felt less like a crush and more like a fucking need than tonight. Maybe it was how close in proximity they'd been, or maybe she just got tired of waiting. Maybe it was this darkened room full of strangers that made her realize she wanted Oscar to be anything but.

He probably didn't want the same. On the train, he was the one to insist they were solely friends, as if he could read her mind in those precious moments and see how her cheeks reddened at a brush of his hand. He was the one in Rome who assured her that friends could too sleep in the same bed. Every word out of his mouth felt like an attack on her most precious secret. He had to know. But, fuck, if he knew.

If he had known and not taken her into his arms in the way she'd envisioned him doing, it might be worse than any other possibility. She'd danced with men, she'd kissed them, she'd loved them, but only one could she laugh, cry, and just be with. And it was the one who probably saw her as a sister.

This is why I haven't talked to him in a while, she reminded herself. The last time she spent too much time with Oscar, these stupid fucking feelings arose. She almost kissed him on the balcony as they shared a slice of pizza. She was out of her mind, so she needed to be out of his vicinity. But she had to keep coming back. They had this promise that they'd grow old and gray together and tell their respective kids about their adventures as idiotic twenty-year-old selves. How could she survive until then without letting these feelings spill out, like the red wine that night in Bali four years ago?

She had to talk to him. No more missed opportunities on balconies or lingering looks in dim rooms. No fucking more. Pushing through the crowd, Yn wrestled her phone out of her clutch, struggling to focus her vision on her contacts. Once she tumbled through the exit, she rang Oscar, waiting and unknowingly teeter-tottering.

"Yn?" his deep voice answered--had he been sleeping?

"Osc!" she sang, twirling as she did so.

"Is everything alright? Are you drunk?" In the background, she could hear him shuffling out of what was presumably bed.

"I'm a lot of things," she dragged out, swinging her clutch around.

"What's going on, do you need me to pick you up?" Why was he so fucking perfect?

"That would be nice," she said, shy all of a sudden. "You're always so nice to me, Osc. It's not fair. It's like you're an angel and I don't think I deserve that."

"Where are you?" he asked, ignoring her comments.

Yn giggled. "I don't know, the name is in Dutch or something." Even though she couldn't see him, Yn knew Oscar had rolled his eyes.

"Okay, describe what's around you."

"Um, there's a metal gate with like a shit ton of stickers on it. It's like an alley here. Wait, let me move out of the alley."

"How'd you get there earlier?" His voice close to the phone, creating the slightest sense of static.

"I walked. Why? Wondering which shoes I'm wearing? You always care so much about my shoes, and I think it's cause I care about them. See? Nice."

"I asked because if you walked it must be near the hotel. Stay on the line, describe more."

"I'm between two tourist-y stores. There's also a flower shop in front, but it's closed. But it's not on the other street. I'd buy you flowers. You don't get enough flowers, Osc. I know I send them when you win a race, but you deserve them every day."

"Description, Yn."

"Okay. Tall, handsome, soft brown hair that sometimes looks bad--sorry--hazel eyes, really fucking cute teeth, God, your teeth make me want to die--"

"Of the street, Yn."

"Oh, yeah." She gulped. "There's a mushroom sign. On a nearby building."

"Give me a second, I'll find it." While Oscar stayed quiet, with the exception of a few soft clicks on his phone, Yn kept talking. Maybe too much.

"I shouldn't have gone without you," she admitted. "Not because I can't, I can, but I don't like to. I'm here with you. With Oscar Pastry. I should spend time with Pastry. I don't even want to fucking club. Everything I want, I can get from you." A moment passed before Yn started chuckling. "Well, I can't get that," she dragged it out, almost in song.

"I see you," he said over the phone, quickly hanging up after. Yn turned around before hearing his voice from the other side of the street. He was still in his pajama pants, a classic Oscar Piastri plain white t-shirt to match. How could he look so good? When he was near enough, his hands went to her arms, stabilizing her. "Are you alright?" His eyes were darting around, and it really made her feel bad for what she was about to say.

"No," she simply replied. Oscar gaped at her, confused and even more worried. "I haven't been fucking alright for so long, Osc. I... I can't be alright when you're here and you're perfect and you're my stupid fucking friend? It's not fair. I mean, how can a girl be alright? I don't even know how to answer that. I don't even know--"

"Yn, what are you saying?" he asked, his grasp on her arms lightening.

"You know what I'm saying, Oscar. I'm saying I don't want us to be friends. I don't think I can take it. I haven't been able to just be friends for a long ass time. What I'm saying is..." she couldn't find the words. Her eyes met his and suddenly it wasn't words she needed, it was action.

She pulled him close and kissed him.

aaaaaaand that's part 3. a little less social media and a bit more writing but i felt it was necessary. hope you guys enjoyed!!!! final part coming soon <333

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #9312:

I feel like a good chunk of cultural appropriation discourse could be eliminated if people applied the “fiction =/= reality” logic to that as well. Media taking inspiration from real life culture =/= 100% accurate representation of that culture. How can it be? It’s set in a whole different universe! And if you’re worried that, “Well, the audience is going to internalize the stereotypes portrayed here!”You gotta realize that’s also the audience’s responsibility to not take everything in a fictional setting as actual reference for real life.

I mean, it’s like thinking you know everything about American history because you watched Hamilton, or everything about Greek myth because you read Percy Jackson. It’s such a juvenile way of thinking.

While I’m here, I’d like to call out the Genshin fandom’s hypocrisy regarding this too. Now that we got Natlan teaser, there’s been a lot of complaints and accusations about how the characters portrayals are racist/colorist not accurate to the real culture. The same thing happened with Sumeru (the India and Middle East inspired region) and there are still people complaining about Nilou’s dance costume being historically inaccurate and stereotypical, and how it’s unfair that the previous regions were based on one country while Sumeru was a mix of multiple countries.

Where was this energy when they introduced a scantily-clad kitsune shrine maiden for Inazuma? Or the scantily-clad nun for Mondstadt? Was that not stereotypical and historically inaccurate? Or Fontaine being based on multiple European countries as well? Hell, they didn’t even portray the Chinese-inspired region 100% accurately. It’s a blend of different regions and dynasties of China. My point being: stop basing your beliefs and perception of real life culture on how a fantasy media portrays it. The creators are not responsible for your biases (and overall stupidity)

Of course it would be nice if they could introduce more diverse characters, too. I’m not arguing against that. But there have been multiple people from these cultures (including me) who have also said that the way westerners are voicing their complaints are just rude to the point of being counterproductive. And we’re the ones who get shut down and called all sorts of names when we try to express our opinions.

If you wanted so badly to be supportive of the lesser-known cultures, then there are a million different more tangible ways you can do so than complaining to a foreign game dev with a history of not listening to their users.

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@jujubeanie

HIIII tumblr broke and won’t let me reply to this directly but THANK YOU!!!!

I wish it was a Fangame too but Godot is my worst enemy and I’m still learning so… idk maybe one day! But anyway, TYSMMM

Marzenie has been such a passion project for me and it’s so inspiring hearing how much everyone likes it, I have a lot of ambition and plans in mind for continuing to develop the au, specificity I think this is a good time to bring up that I’ve been planning out animations /animatics, I’ve been learning how to use toonsquid lately so that’s a more realistic goal I have in mind for it!

Also it’s so amazing to me that so many people have told me that Marzenie is in line with basils character because that’s definitely the most important part to me and he’s just my favorite ever, I don’t think he gets enough REAL analysis for how popular he is, so much of this fandom takes his character depth for granted … we’ve got a whole world to explore how Sunny’s mind works and I think Basil deserves the same!

Really all of omori’s main characters deserve this kind of analysis and attention but I only have so much creativity in me and Basil is definitely the most suited to my brand of art and inspirations, one of the best au’s I’ve seen in a similar vein to Marzenie was one for Aubrey I think was called “dollhouse” or “Aubrey’s dollhouse” it was very unique and had such a nice aesthetic!

The things we do for our favorite characters huh? Anyhow thanks again and stay tuned because I have sooo many things in the works right now included a physical art object currently drying on my shelf…..

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Hey this isn't like me yelling-callout-post-NOW or anything but I was scrolling through replies on the trolley-problem-palestine post and I do want to say that I have to unfortunately be invested in US Politics as a non-US citizen because of the way these elections affect the rest of the world, culturally and politically. The US is one of the richest and most influential countries in the world and the way it decides to interact with the rest of us, where it sends money and military to, and the conversations people in the US are having even about domestic issues end up shaping the conversations that happen outside of it (trans and immigration issues for example). It's horribly unfair and I'm fuming about it always why can y'all veto shit ❤️ but uh yeah, just a minor nitpick with the influence of the elections on everyone else. I could be entirely wrong in my perception of the way things are but that's how it seems to me rn.

That post was a long time ago, so I can't remember specifically what I said about it, but I don't disagree with your ask.

My big beef (and what I typically rant about) with most of the chatter about the US elections and Palestine isn't that the elections influence other countries. They definitely do.

My beef is that all the US tumblrites are making Palestine into the one single issue ever, in the world and in the US, and they're putting on blinders to everything else.

Palestine isn't even CLOSE to being the single issue or even the most major issue. It simply is not.

And in a US election, Americans NEED to take a look at OUR issues. The issues that affect everyday life. Affordable and accessible education, housing, healthcare, LGBTQ+ issues, rights to bodily autonomy, etc., etc.

In a US election, those are the things that are the most important. In a lot of ways, those are the only issues that functionally exist, within the context of the election bubble. Yes, you can and should consider foreign policy as a factor, but it should NEVER be the only factor ... not when there are so many raw and bleeding gaps at home, and clear, obvious, and impending threats to the very lives of the people these sjw tumblrites claim to care about.

I'm saying that election time is the time for Americans to focus on America for just a minute. And when all I hear is Palestine to the exclusion of all else - all rational thought, all sense - with the conclusion being "punish Biden because he happened to be president when Israel was being a little shit," then that's when I say none of that matters.

Because the US election is not about Palestine or any other country. It's about the US.

People desperately need to remember that.

No, I don't want to put America first, and I care a lot about how we interact in the world. But by God, you don't put your own country LAST in the election that is specifically for your country and will determine how you survive ... and IF you survive. You don't throw your country and everyone in it under the bus.

We have the right to be a little selfish for our election. Not Trump-selfish, but selfish enough to have some sense for the things happening here. It's time to set Palestine on the shelf for a while - at least long enough to realize that "punishing Biden" is idiocy.

Also that Biden is not only America's best strategic option, but he ALSO happens to be Palestine's and the rest of the world's.

Honestly, I've seen more of that perspective from non-Americans, and I hugely appreciate it. I just need the actual Americans in the room to realize that 1) they need to take off their fucking blinders, and 2) their stupid little short-sighted Biden-punishment stunt will not only harm themselves but also all the other countries they seem to care about more than their own.

And I want them to start giving a fuck about the country they currently live in.

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LATE NIGHT LOGIC 𝜗𝜚

husband!spencer reid x reader (fluff)

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𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : after a leg injury, spencer has to stay home. you try to keep him occupied with games and enigmas, but your husband just happens to be smarter than einstein

click. click. click. the soft and repetitive sound of the your fingers on the keyboard was beginning to make you drowsy.

you couldn’t tell how long you’d been writing, but based on the way the moonlight was streaming through the curtains of you and spencer’s living room, it had been a while.

you looked up, blinking twice and slowly emerging from that article you had been assigned to redact. a soft smile creeped up your face at the sight of your favourite brunette in front of you.

today marked a week since spencer had come home injured. a week since the last case. a week since he hadn’t been able to work. and as much as you incredibly adored having your husband around, he was getting restless.

right now, he was leaning against the kitchen counter, eyes narrowed as he focused on the jar he was holding like it was his personal nemesis. you didn’t have much time to question what exactly he was doing with it, before he met your gaze and spoke up.

“did you know that the average american eats approximately 8.5 lbs of pickles a year ?”

you chuckled. of course, your husband would break a comfortable silence between the two of you with this sort of information

“seriously, babe ?”

he shrugged, shifting his weight to his left leg and trying to disguise a wince.

“i just happened to be reading the ingredients of your oh-so-lovely jar of pickles and-“

“woah, you’ve definitely reached peak boredom. this has gotta stop, spence.“

he sighed, leaning down to look back at the damn pickle jar, before putting it down.

“i know, i know. but i can’t help it, i’m going crazy. i’ve done everything i could, reorganised all your books on the shelf and re-read every single article you wrote since you started working. i need to do something with my brain or else i’ll go crazy-“

you cut him off gently, speaking in an understanding tone. anyone would enjoy a week off work, but rest was not a word in spencer reid’s vocabulary.

“put the jar down, you. come here”

he didn’t think twice, obeying you like he always did. in a couple of long strides, although he was still limping a bit, he sat down next to you on the couch, hands fiddling with the sleeves of his striped pj shirt.

you reached for your stack of documents, frantically searching through them. you knew exactly what you were looking for.

“hey, what are you doing ?” he asked curiously, shoulders sagged as if he was disappointed not to be getting your attention

“there it is.”

he looked at the sheet you’d just handed him.

“huh, eistein ? really ?”

you nodded, a playful glint in your eyes “yeah, the zebra puzzle. they passed it around at work, it’s a pretty difficult thing. you should give it a try”

and obviously, he wasn’t listening anymore. brows creased, nose scrunched, he was already back in working mode within seconds as his eyes scanned the enigma.

you couldn’t take your eyes off of him for a moment, a soft smile on your lips. he just looked so handsome like this, when he was so focused that you could practically hear the gears turning in his brain.

“see, this should keep you occupied for a while” you spoke, leaning back against the couch and shifting your attention back to your laptop.

he didn’t bother answering, way too concentrated to even be able to look up from the paper. soon enough, the comfortable silence between the two of you was back.

click. click. click.

for a moment, he seemed to have forgotten all about his injured leg and impracticality to work. no more reading off random ingredient lists or wandering mindlessly around the apartment.

just you and your wonderful genius sitting on the couch, keeping yourselves busy with your respective tasks.

“just so you know,” you said, glancing at what he’d began scribbling on the sheet, “it’s really complicated”

“no, there’s a pattern… it’s actually pretty simple to find out once i get the-“

“the color of the house. the pet. the drink. the brand of cigarettes.” you enumerated while you kept writing, picking up on something he mumbled incoherently under his breath.

his lips were shaped in that signature upturned smile you dreamt of kissing away, and you kept going. “i mean basically, it’s gonna take you a good thirty minutes before-“

“done.”

you looked up, your brows raising. “what ?”

“i’m done. first to fifth house, left to right. this one owns the zebra”

you couldn’t help but freeze for a second, before pinching the bridge of your nose. “are you kidding me ? it took me an hour to figure it out !”

he shrugged, head tilting to the side as he answered like it was the easiest thing in the world. “well, i wouldn’t deserve the title of genius if i hadn’t been able to do it.”

“yeah… you definitely are a genius. fine. and here i thought this would keep you occupied for more than a minute”

spencer leaned in, brushing a wild strand of hair behind your ear in the most casual way possible. instantly, the rhythm of your pulse accelerated, and you could simply hum when he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“thank you, though. for keeping up with me.”

you shook your head, reassuring him “it’s fine. should’ve known i wouldn’t be able to finish up that article before you’d drop another fun fact”

“oh, you love my knowledge about pickles.” he attempted in a flirty tone, but since it was spencer, it just sounded like he was actually expecting you to agree and ask more about it.

you simply giggled, nodding before he spoke up again “by the way, considering how many pickles i’ve seen you consume within the past week, you’re way above average”

yeah. it was definitely going to be something, having to keep your husband occupied for the rest of his sick leave.

and even though the constant rambling and attention he needed should annoy you, those brown eyes of his were enough for you to selfishly hope he’d stay around forever.

a/n : had to solve this enigma the other day and my first thought was “i bet spencer could do this within minutes”… anyways, hope y’all enjoy whatever this is !!

@gf2bellamy @iamgonnagetyouback @reidscherrylady @xervoxs @kaz-03

[astrolook]

Sun In Synastry : The Light They Bring Or Burn You With

Note: First of all, these are my personal observations based on client readings and what I have observed in real life relationships whether flings, short-term romances, long-term commitments, or marriages. We will be looking into both good and the shadow side of it. No single synastry aspect determines if a relationship is “meant to be” or if someone is your soulmate. True soulmates won’t bring you constant pain, abuse, emotional neglect, or detachment. They won’t harm you, manipulate you, or make you question your worth.

Now, with that said… let’s dive into today’s post! ✨

Sun in 1st house:

The Sun person is instantly drawn to the house person's presence, style, and energy, like a moth to a flame. You hype each other up like having a personal cheerleader. You don't feel the need to impress the Sun person as just being yourself is enough. This overlay creates an undeniable sense of "We just fit".

Now, the bad is that if one person has a fragile ego or jealousy, competition can creep in. The Sun person here would make the house person feel like a supporting character in their own life. Sometimes, this placement manifests as them being too comfortable with each other early on can lead to treating each other more like siblings or just a "buddy" rather than lovers.

Sun in 2nd house:

The Sun person sees the house person as valuable in some way. This creates a strong sense of mutual support and building together. Can work well in practical marriages or partnerships and also a stable goal-oriented relationships.

This placement can be seen with business partners or business romances. The house person might feel used if it isn't mutual. Can lack passion and deep emotional bond.

Sun in 3rd house:

The conservations between you both never dry. Endless chatter about anything and everything. The sun person thinks the house person is witty and logical. The house person would feel mentally alive and heard around the Sun person. Both parties feel comfortable and relationship feels natural here. Can build a lasting mental connection.

The Sun person may find the house person predictable. It feels right to the Sun person but not exciting. In some cases, the couples lacks sexual chemistry and need other aspects for passion.

Sun in 4th house:

Feels like instant family and deep emotional intimacy. The house person feels safe and comfortable around the Sun person. The Sun person might help the house person to heal their childhood wounds. Both of them could develop a strong desire to build a home or live together.

The house person can become too emotionally dependent. The house person might project their family issues onto the Sun person. Sun person might feel drained by house person’s emotional needs. I've seen in marriages where if things go south, it even resulted in a divorce. More comfort than passion.

Sun in 5th house:

This overlay gives instant chemistry that's fun, flirty and full of romantic energy. Sun person lights up the house person’s creative and playful side. There is mutual admiration and both of you make each other special. If kids are involves, there is a strong loving bond around them.

In some cases, it can feel more like a fling or a one-night stand than a real relationship. House person may see the Sun person as childish or too playful. Can burn hot and then fizzle out fast. If one person wants long-term and the other just wants fun, it gets really messy. I've seen this overlay on single parent households where the Sun person is absent from the kids life.

Sun in 6th house:

The Sun person helps the house person stay on top of their game in terms of health, work, and routine. Both of them know you can count on each other. This synastry overlay points to a productive lifestyle. It could be a great working partnership or supportive relationship. In marriages/LTR, I've seen this overlay manifest as the couple adopt pets which serves as a bonding factor for them.

In some cases, might feel like co-workers or roommates than lovers. House person might feel nagged about their habits by the Sun person. If unbalanced, resentment can build over time.

Sun in 7th house:

Sun person ticks all the boxes for what the house person wants in a partner. You feel like you belong together. It can be great for marriages and LTR or partnerships. Both of you just get each other.

On the flip side, The love-hate dynamic is very real. You admire them but also want to strangle them. They can be overly dependent on each other. Fights can be brutal but this relationship would feel like fated. If not balanced, one person compromises too much.

Sun in 8th house:

The Sun person feels the connection in the house person's soul. There is an intense magnetic pull and high sexual energy. The Sun person shines a light on the house person’s inner demons which can be healing or horrifying. Together they could explore the themes of psychology, occult or spiritual awakening as well.

The house person may hate the Sun person and hates to be seen with them. If the house person isn’t attracted? Major ick. They might cringe at the Sun person’s presence and behavior. Sometimes one of them has the upper hand and it can get toxic fast. In some cases, these relationships could feel like a walking PR disaster. You get me?

Sun in 9th house:

This overlay is where the Sun person idealizes the house person sometimes to the point of idolization. Late-night existential debates and long walks after midnight are common with these two. I've seen this overlay in travel vlogging couples. The Sun person expands the house person’s worldview, pushing them to think bigger. They could be inspiring and lifting each other up.

The house person may blindly follow the Sun person or reject them outright if they push too hard. In some cases, the Sun person talks too much and the house person has to listen and gets bored fast. Sometimes, the Sun person can come off as preachy like an annoying guru or act like a know-it-all and the house person tend to tune out completely. If one person is too rigid, this dynamic can feel overwhelming or dismissive.

Sun in 10th house:

This overlay is great for business partnerships where both of them has strong ambition and shred goals. The Sun person motivates the house person to reach their full potential.they see each other as high-value individuals. The Sun person boosts the house person’s public image & confidence. This can be a “power couple” dynamic if both are goal-oriented.

In some cases, this overlay seems transactional rather than real partnership. One of them could be focused more on status than love. The Sun person may dominate or try to control the house person’s career choices. The house person may feel pressured to impress or live up to expectations. If the Sun person loses respect for the house person, the relationship can fall apart fast.

Sun in 11th house:

Well, this is a relationship built on camaraderie and mutual respect. They accept each other’s quirks and support individuality. they may introduce each other to new friends or professional networks. This overlay can support long-term relationships as friendship is a key element in lasting love. They may enjoy humanitarian work or social activism together. The couple could even adopt kids.

Sometimes may feel more like "best friends" rather than lovers. Actually this could lead to a platonic or casual connection rather than a passionate one. The Sun person might take the lead in social settings, which could make the house person feel overshadowed.

Sun in 12th house:

This overlay could feel otherworldly. The Sun person illuminates the house person’s subconscious, dreams, and hidden fears. There’s often a sense of deep understanding without words like reading each other’s souls. If both individuals are emotionally evolved, this can be a highly healing and compassionate connection.

One or both may not see the relationship clearly at first. This overlay also can be seen in crushes or favorite artists where the house person could be completely unaware of the Sun person's existence or their feelings. It can create feelings of longing or a sense that the connection is just out of reach. If boundaries are weak, one person might sacrifice too much for the other, leading to resentment or exhaustion. Another overlay for single parent households.

Check out my post about Synastry Red Flags!

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[sapphiresaphics]

EDITORIAL NOTE:

I wrote this months ago and since then Amanda Overton, one of the key writers for the show, was asked about this exact question and has answered publicly that “Caitlyn does not know Ambessa set up the attack on the memorial and if she did know she would not have joined her.”

I am leaving this post up in its entirety because while you can take her word as gospel, I do not think that negates my analysis based entirely on what was presented in the show itself. You are entirely free to disregard this analysis if you want, but I think it still holds some value because when you critique media you often don’t have the word of god (from the creators of the media) to explain every facet and you should be allowed to interpret things differently if it feels like it’s presented in the media that way.

Anyway, please enjoy or disregard this post if you want.

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Because I don’t think just describing it is as effective, let’s go through the scene where Caitlyn becomes the general. (Note: These gifs have been edited for time and comprehension.)

What’s important to remember before watching this is that we’ve been shown many times now that Caitlyn is a detective. She has the unique power to walk into a crime scene, observe the surroundings, and make logical deductions from the enviroment.

With that in mind look at Caitlyn’s face here after the initial shock of being nominated. She looks down and her eyes start twitching. She’s thinking hard about something.

And then we cut to Ambessa pounding her chest and see glimpses of her henchman arranging the attack on the memorial, in addition to her silencing all the loose ends that could lead back to her. I don’t think this is just for our benefit, I think this is a glimpse into Caitlyn’s mind. (Gif sped up for time)

And then we cut back to Caitlyn, who is now looking around at her surroundings and watching the peer pressure start to unfold. As Maddie and the other Enforcers begin to beat their chests in rhythm to Ambessa’s prompting, Caitlyn looks back up at Ambessa with hatred. Watch those brows furrow.

In this moment Caitlyn KNOWS. She knows Ambessa set up the attack. She knows she was wrong for attacking the undercity. She knows she fucked up by letting her anger at Jinx get the best of her and for creating a rift between her and Vi. And most importantly… she KNOWS that Ambessa is using her.

Note that Caitlyn doesn’t start moving forward until after Ambessa says “come, child.” And when she finally does start walking forward it’s with a slow deliberate knowing pace. She even turns her head and keeps her eyes glued to Ambessa as she walks past her. She may not know WHY Ambessa is doing this, but she’s not stupid. She knows what her name unlocks, having just spent the past 2 episodes abusing her namesake’s power.

But the writing is on the wall now. She has no choice. Whatever it is Ambessa is doing, she can’t stop this nomination. She will have to accept the power. And I think here she is finally FINALLY realizing how fucked up she is. She has just become Marcus. A pawn in a larger game. And the ONLY benefit she can see is that she can use this power to find Jinx and bring her to justice, so her memory of her mother can finally rest.

And Ambessa knows this too. That’s why she leans in and whispers “your mother will have Justice!” And that’s when Caitlyn finally assumes the role of martial law general.

She doesn’t want to be there.

She doesn’t want that power.

But she can’t turn away now.

She’s stuck.

And she KNOWS it.

[enwoso]

in her words | alessia russo x child!reader

-> based on this request

grumpy masterlist

the training pitch was quieting down as the sun dipped lower in north london, streaking a warm light across the grass. alessia was tackling you from the pitch as you giggled thinking it was all just a game of chase.

mariona and a few other girls walking along the side with wide smiles as they wiped the sweat from their foreheads. mariona, the new summer signing taking in the familiar ache of a good session.

it was only her first week at arsenal and everything for her still felt slightly off-balance. the football? great. the people? lovely. the language?

yeah, that was were things got… complicated for mariona.

the spaniard was sat pulling her boots off when she saw alessia approaching from the side gate, wearing the usual training kit and a soft smile. your tiny figure trotting beside her in glittery trainers and a well-loved pink hoodie two sizes too big.

mariona stood, curious. she hadn’t met you before today but already from hearing the stories from the others, the spaniard knew one thing was for sure, you were a bundle of energy.

“hey,” alessia greeted, shifting her bag on her shoulder, “someone has been waiting to meet you.”

you slowed as you reached mariona who was still sat on the bench, your eyes wide and filled with a shy curiosity. you tucking half your face behind alessia’s leg as you clutched a juice box in one hand and your floppy elephant plush in the other.

"this is y/n," alessia said gently, nudging her forward. "my daughter."

mariona smiled, crouching down instinctively. "hola, y/n. nice to finally meet you."

your eyes grew even bigger. "you were on the telly! you lifted that big cup with auntie lucy and kei" you blurted suddenly. "you kick the ball and then it went swish and everyone shouted and mummy said you run like zooooom—!"

mariona blinked. she caught telly, ball, and zoom, lucy but everything else was a whirl of tiny, rapid of english that sounded like a different language entirely.

"i… lo siento," mariona said with a nervous laugh, looking up at alessia. "she speak very fast. i don't understand all."

alessia bit back a grin. "it’s okay—she does that to everyone. she said she saw you on tv with her auntie lucy and keira and you're really fast."

"ah si!" mariona nodded, relieved. "okay. gracias."

you, undeterred, took a bold step closer and pointed at the spaniard. "you’re super mario!" you declared proudly.

mariona froze. "perdón... i am... what?"

"super mario!" you repeated with even more emphasis, like mariona was just being slow and not that fact she couldn’t understand your little london accent.

mariona looked up at alessia helplessly. "she call me mario?"

alessia laughed softly. "she thinks she saying your name, but it's a bit tricky for her. so... she's calling you super mario."

"super?... like the game?" mariona’s brows knit together in confusion.

"yep. you’re fast, you kick things, and apparently you 'save the day.' so in her four-year-old brain, that makes you super mario."

mariona blinked again, then let out a soft laugh. "i like this logic."

you nodded, pleased. "you can have a red hat if you want."

"i don't have one," mariona said, still crouched low, "but maybe you draw for me?"

you grinned, an excited smile appearing on your lips. "i will! with sparkles, lots of sparkles."

mariona turned back to alessia, eyes warm. "she is very smart. and eh creative."

"she is also going to be insufferable about this now and i’m going to be finding sparkles all over my house now," alessia sighed, though she looked more proud than anything.

mariona looked back at you, holding her hand out for you to high five. "okay, pequeña. super mario it is." you beamed like you’d just made the most important decision in the world.

[classjezter]

Hello! I came across you today on my For You page and I just wanted to say I think you’re awesome! I remember watching rescue bots when I was younger and it was still airing, but TFO really jumpstarted my interest in the franchise! So I’d like to say I LOVE bby Oppy P with my whole heart. He is the adorbliest, Period. Which leads into my question: How would Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave react to bby Oppy? I’d imagine they were captured on the battlefield, and since Oppy has a habit of appearing in random places, he’d wind up with the three of them! Ensue hi jinx with paternal instinct Soundwave, confused Shockwave (He recognizes the resemblance of the sparkling and OP, but there’s NO LOGICAL WAY that could be him!) and Starscream having a surprising soft spot for babies! (Casual 3 men and a baby parody?) How would Oppy react to them? Would the trio try to kidnap him? How would the others respond realizing they lost Oppy? I bet Elita would blow a gasket lol. That’s all from me, have a fabulous evening!

Hi! Sorry for taking so long to answer, but now I’m gonna use your ask to explain a bit more the dynamics between the decepticons and the baby :D

It got a bit long, so it’s below the cut 🔽

Starscream may have complained about Optimus’ presence at first, but it didn’t take long for his true colors to show. Beneath his dramatics he has always had a soft spot for younglings, and Optimus, despite being his former enemy, was no exception. He grew attached quickly, far more than he’s willing to admit out loud. Now, he hovers constantly, scolding others for being too rough, too loud or too close, and constantly being there to “make sure everything’s fine”. He’s become fiercely overprotective, practically a doting mother, and while he will deny it over and over, he genuinely cares for the sparkling, cooing and fussing when he thinks no one is watching. Also, woe to the mech who dares make the sparkling upset or Primus forbid, cry, Starscream will make sure they regret it

Thundercracker may not have been overly interested in Optimus at first, seeing him simply as a sparkling in need of protection, nothing to get attached to. But that changed quicker than he expected. Despite himself, he started lingering a little longer when Optimus was around, quietly watching over him. The sparkling’s curious chirps and the way he’d toddle over to him with surprising trust quickly wore down his walls. He doesn’t fuss or smother like Skywarp (or occasionally Starscream) does, but he’s become one of Optimus’ calmest anchors in the chaotic Decepticon base. He’ll gently scoop the little mech up when he’s overwhelmed, or quietly hum to him during recharge when other decepticons aren’t around. His affection is quiet, he can offer safety and comfort without the noise

Skywarp treats baby Optimus like a mix between an adorable curiosity and a tiny partner-in-crime, often swooping in with antics or games that sometimes annoy the others. He’s more of a chaotic, fun uncle than a proper caretaker, prone to teleporting with Optimus just to see his reaction or sneaking him treats when no one's looking. Thankfully, his trine usually reins him in before things can go too far. Despite his recklessness, he genuinely cares about the sparkling in his own way, getting oddly protective if anyone upsets him

Soundwave took to baby Optimus unsurprisingly efficiently. Having raised his own cassettes, he was already well-versed in the needs of a sparkling, and to him, he didn’t see Optimus as a former enemy or a political figure, right now he was just a small, vulnerable lifeform in need of protection. While others sometimes hesitated or struggled with the idea of who Optimus used to be, Soundwave never does. He treats the sparkling with the same attentive care he gave to his own, anticipating needs before they arose, maintaining routine, and ensuring Optimus was safe and comforted. He doesn't smother, but his presence is a constant reassurance. If Optimus needs something, Soundwave is usually the first one to figure it out and provide. In the chaos of the Decepticon ranks, Soundwave is a stable, competent force and arguably the most dependable of all in Optimus’ new life

The cassettes quickly adopted baby Optimus as one of their own after seeing how Soundwave took to him. Rumble and Frenzy were the most outwardly enthusiastic, immediately diving into “big brother” mode in their own chaotic way. They roughhouse a little too hard sometimes or teach him bad habits (like to throw things at others' helms to get attention), but they are fiercely protective and dote on him in their own loud way. Ravage is quieter, a comforting shadow always nearby, gentle, watchful, and prone to curling around the sparkling like a silent guardian. Laserbeak often perches near Optimus, chirping at him and letting him tug on wires or wings without complaint. To the four of them, this wasn’t Optimus Prime anymore, just their baby brother, and no one was allowed to mess with him.

Shockwave initially regarded Optimus as nothing more than a scientific anomaly that needed to be studied and analyzed. His clinical approach and constant scans unsettled the sparkling, who didn’t understand why this mech never offered comfort like the others. It got to the point when whenever Shockwave got too close, Optimus would let out distressed beeps or outright scream. But after realizing his tests weren’t providing results (and a long talk from Soundwave), Shockwave ceased his experiments, and something shifted with time. Optimus gradually grew less fearful and more curious, eventually becoming comfortable enough to touch and climb on Shockwave like he did the others. From then on, Shockwave began caring for him in subtle, precise ways, adjusting environmental conditions, monitoring his well-being, and silently ensuring his needs were met. Though their bond is quiet and distant compared to others, it is grounded in mutual observation, trust, and an unspoken understanding.

Megatron spent the first few weeks avoiding Optimus, unable to face the complicated feelings the sparkling stirred in him. It wasn’t until after their “talk” (Megatron just ranting at him), that he realized this sparkling was a blank slate. A chance. Renaming the sparkling Nemesis, ready to raise the little one as a true Decepticon “strong and unburdened by sentiment or weakness”. And though he’d never admit it aloud, this was Megatron’s way of finally coping with the loss of Orion. Now, Nemesis adores Megatron, getting excited whenever the warlord enters the room, and instinctively toddling over to him, reaching for his hand or climbing into his lap. The love and comfort Nemesis feels for Megatron are undeniable, and though Megatron refuses to admit it, there's an attachment that forms between them. He tries to convince himself that Nemesis isn't Orion, but the sparkling's adoration and familiar actions (his giggles, his mimicked expressions, the way he nuzzles into Megatron's chest) haunt and heal him at the same time.

Thank you for reading, here’s an Oppy as a reward

[mortalityplays]

Forgive me if I'm mistaking you for another person, but I remember you speaking at multiple points on the unsustainability of free social media services (I think especially in response to the cohost collapse?), and I'm curious on what your thoughts on bluesky are so far. I'm not an expert on the subject, but from what I've read previously it seemed like they were on track to be financially sustainable, but I don't know if the recent floods of users has thrown those projections off. Sorry if I'm mixing you up with someone else on my timeline, in that case just ignore me.

bluesky will almost certainly follow the same trajectory of monetisation => bloat => enshittification => decline as every other major platform built on venture capital and user hoarding. it's a terrible model that only works in the short term as a mirage for attracting funding and making founders look good for a year or two before they sell.

you can see the same effect in the decline of all the subscription box services that came into vogue just before covid: they feel great to use for as long as the initial injection of venture funding lasts, because the purpose of that funding at that stage is to attract users and impress the next round of funders with how pleasant/intuitive/efficient/ethical/good value the service is. that's the stage where they're handing out freebies and bowling over influencers, and every ingredient in the box is fresh and high quality and locally sourced. wow what a good deal, what a great system!!! why hasn't anyone done this before? the answer is because it's unsustainable by design. they rack up good reviews, sign on a billion new users, attract new funding from a bunch of much more credulous investors, and then gut all of the expensive parts. portions get smaller, ingredients get worse, packaging gets flimsier, prices go up, freebies turn into "5% off your first 9 boxes when you invite 3 friends", and customer service vanishes.

with social media (and platforms like discord) the logic is the same, it's just a little less glaringly obvious to the end user because they're not coming home to leaking packages of rancid chicken on the doorstep. bluesky has an advantage over tiny operations like cohost because it was founded by a billionaire making a point for the sake of his own image. it got a really significant chunk of startup funding, and the owner had existing connections and rep in the space to attract more. That's why it has survived the goldrush period, why it still feels good to use, and why users who have been burned so many times before are finally accepting it as a stable, reliable option. It's still in its venture capital honeymoon phase where the only thing worth spending money on is making the service attractive to users.

What I expect we will see next, with another mass influx of users from twitter and new funding from a rogue's gallery of tech venture sickos led by Blockchain Capital is a strong ramp up into monetising that userbase. They've already been pretty forthright about how they plan to do this, and I think it's a solid roadmap of how Bluesky will bloat and decay over the next few years:

this is a huge lol. don't worry, we're not going to hyperfinancialize the social experience through NFTs. the thing even crypto freaks started feigning amnesia about a year ago. real "our health conscious sodas are 100% arsenic free" messaging here. They know perfectly well that rubes users are suspicious of their typical 5 dimensional tech finance chess games and are patting our hands about last week's bogeymen so nobody worries too hard about whatever 'decentralised developer ecosystem' just happens to be helmed by a bunch of crypto guys. this definitely means something good and based and not a google-like single sign on user data harvesting operation.

This is the same shit that's currently rotting the floorboards of discord. Bluntly, there is no way to run a platform on this scale without gating functionality behind paid services. Discord has been squeezing free-tier file uploads and call quality etc. down steadily and cranking up subscription costs over the last year or two, throwing in chaff like animated avatar frames to try and justify the user cost. They're also doing the same misdirection thing again here, pointing to Thing We All Hate to deflect from thing we might not like very much when they do it. Booo elon booo we all hate elon!!! wait how do we feel about subscription models again,

watch out for this to kill porn on bsky like it has killed porn on every other social platform 👍 boooo we hate elon boooo stupid idiot and his 'everything app' booooo wait why do you need my tax information, what's that about mastercard,

Look, we are all aware social media is a money pit. Let's not forget dorsey was looking to sell twitter in the first place, long before elon's very public plunge into total online derangement. Subscription services are not going to plug the hole, so we are gradually going to see more and more spaghetti thrown at the wall while early funders shuffle cards and do their pyramid scheme bit bringing in stupider and stupider investments. this is the window in which bluesky will be temporarily worth using for us, for the idiot public, the poorly rendered crowd jpegs in the background of their venture capital MOBA. it's in their interests to slow and pad the decline as much as possible, because that is how they get maximally paid.

Given the scale of the money involved, and dorsey's weird ego investment, I think bluesky will probably manage a controlled drift for a good few years before it gets really bloated and painful. and by then we will all be so used to the *checks notes* decentralised developer ecosystem that we'll just be posting through it, watching another generation of columnists call another collapsing platform 'their beloved hellsite' and passing around that meme about not getting out of our chairs no sir until idk we all get on a fediverse neurolink alternative to stick it to the elongated muskrat and our brains pop peacefully in our sleep. which I guess is the closest thing to viability any social media platform can achieve.

anyway diogenes the cynic is also on bluesky

[midnight-mourning]

Love Bites

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 8💘💘

Okay okay okay, back on track now, please enjoy this little diaster i made based on @divinit3a's yeti boys, it was, quite fun >:3c

Prompt: umm letseee... valentines...Typically the Sun is not Out.... (for... Reasons... ahah.) but----loves to hunt, and hunt for the thrill/sport/game of it. And loves to eat & eat & would love a properly cooked meal. preference to high protein meals, very rich, very tasty, salty & fatty. so Im sure if u wanted to tackle him, in particular, could have fun with that..... (Slaps a giant fish on the table. Token of affection. Totally Wont Eat You ) The Moon.......... is a lot quieter and subdued, but actually a far better caretaker. takes care of hurt animals; would probably take care of a hurt human, too. mmm hot cocoa. much pickier eater, he doesnt like much, and he doesnt like to eat meat.... I think overall, a 'meal together' would be the best valentines fhgjsdfghjsdf WITH THESE FREAKS IN PARTICULAR...

Word Count: 2907

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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The hall is quiet as you step out from your room. You strain to listen for any sign of life, nothing. Must be out. Good. That gives you more time. 

Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the shadowed hallway, not nearly as bright as your windowed room. Though, you weren't opposed to keeping the lights off. It saved energy for one—which meant warm floor beneath your feet as you pad through the facility—and two, it kept the not as friendly yeti from making an appearance. Which, yourself and Moon were both in agreement about at least. 

When you'd first gotten here, so many months ago now, your first encounter with the yeti, robot, thing—you still haven't quite figured that one out—was less than, pleasant. Though, that may very well have been due to the state he first saw you in. Which was bloodied, bruised, and vulnerable. And as Moon would later explain it to you, that had triggered something in counterpart. Something more instinct than logical. 

Luckily for you, a ragged chase into a darkened cavern had saved you from suffering any further injury, or worse. 

Instead, you got Moon, and he was thankfully much calmer than the other bot. He also wasn't trying to kill you, so you took what you could get. He patched you up, gave you a place to stay, a nice warm bed out of the cold, and plenty of things to do while you recovered. 

When you'd first ventured out into the snow, having heard the rumors of the 'ice devil' you'd be facing, this hadn't been what you'd expected. 

Delivish upon first glance, sure. Those tusks didn't help anything, that's for certain. Not to mention Sun as a whole, the manic energy he radiated, the wild look in his eyes, the raw strength as he'd pinned you down to "Try a bite"—

But still, with Moon at the very least, the rumors didn't match up. 

He was quiet, even a bit stern in certain cases, but polite. He took his directives very seriously, but beyond that, he held a compassion you wouldn't ever have expected of a machine. Though, maybe it was because he was a bit more than that, they both were. 

Regardless, you owed him for not abandoning you out there in the frozen tundra to die. Much less putting in the effort he had to care for you.

As you traverse the hall now, there's only the slightest pain still left in your ankle as you shuffle. You'd left the crutches behind today, as you had been the past several mornings, despite the lunar-themed yeti's insistence for otherwise. 

That was another thing, the care. For a so-called devil, he had the attitude of a saint. Or well, you didn't know any saints, so a good friend then. A very good friend, at that. 

You found yourself in long conversations that would last hours, either listening to that quiet tone regale you with stories of all his travels, or sharing some of your own experiences prior to meeting them. You enjoyed the walks you'd take together through the caverns, or going with him out into the arctic—on the rare trips he would allow you with your injury—to scout for poachers and the likes. 

And those rare moments you could get him to laugh at one of your jokes, it lit something inside you that you couldn't describe. Something that albeit would be a bit more frightening than it already was if not for your situation. 

You think the combination of getting your foot caught in a bear trap, freed and then chased by a rabid yeti-bot, and then saved by the other side of that same yeti-bot, allowed you some freedom when it came to your feelings. 

But that wasn't the point to what you were doing. Rather, you wanted to show your appreciation for Moon, not your feelings. Nevermind the fact that today did just so happen to be Valentine's, having found out by checking the date on your half-dead phone. 

Besides, You didn't even know if it was even possible for him to return such affections. Truthfully, you preferred not knowing if it meant you could keep this peace you've had for so long now. You were almost afraid for when you fully healed. 

Afraid that the moment you could leave, you'd be kicked out, back into the cold to survive to find your own way back to society. That the past few months were nothing but a ruse, set up by Moon and in fact once you were at a good range, your back turned and unaware, Sun would bear down on you and—

You shake your head, no. Despite your initial encounter, Sun had been fine. He wasn't allowed out much, so you didn't speak much, though you also think he would prefer not to. It didn't necessarily have to do with you in particular, you don't think. 

Whereas Moon was more oriented to stay on task, Sun had his own personal drive to fulfill. You'd yet to figure out exactly what that was yet, however. Besides the desire to hunt and kill just for the thrill of it. Whatever it was, with your injury, you simply didn't fit into it. You had no use—for now—so he left you to your own devices. 

For now. 

You flip on the light to the kitchen area as you enter, dimmed lighting now illuminating the space. 

You'd been surprised to find there was indeed working cooking equipment in the research station. Not originally all in the same space, but with a bit of help, you'd dragged everything functional into one space. 

When it came to ingredients, you didn't have much to work with besides what either yeti brought to you. There was some very old canned food you'd found, and several containers of unopened spices, but beyond that it was slim pickings. The crate of hot coco you'd found had been a godsend. Considering the situation though, you weren't going to complain. 

The idea of making a meal had come from the simple fact of the matter that beyond hunting and protecting, Moon nor Sun did much else. So, providing nourishment would have to be your way to pay back their hospitality. Or at least, Moon's hospitality. If Sun enjoyed something you made, you'd consider that in and of itself a victory.

So, you set to work immediately. Opening the fridge, you pulled out one of the the few items in there, a massive bluefin tuna, which took up the majority of the space. You struggle to take it out, much less carry it with wobbling limbs over to the island. When you put it on the counter, you almost swear you hear it creak under the weight. 

You step back and let out a breath, admiring the giant fish for a moment. While the two really only ate for fuel—a fish like this would just simply be devoured as is from what you'd seen—you knew they could taste, and that when presented with chances to try something that was flavored in some regard, they did seem to enjoy it. Especially Sun, having taken one bite of your beef jerky and snatching the rest away for himself when you'd not been paying attention. 

Though you only had the one fish and just a few other ingredients to work with, you had several ideas in mind for how to properly utilize it. Taking the large butcher knife, you cleaned, gutted, and scaled it, and divided it up into proper pieces. 

The loin you'd make steaks out of, pan searing and basting in fats, utilizing the bit of pepper and spices you had available. You set aside three to cook and stored the rest in the freezer. 

The back you would smoke, creating some jerky from the pieces there. Thankfully, Moon kept firewood around in case the power failed entirely, and you doubted he would notice a few pieces going missing. You'd utilized one of the broken freezers for your smokehouse. 

The belly would be raw, sliced thin and served with a bit of the salty roe that you'd discovered inside the fish initially. 

As for the remaining bits of the fish, you'd stew the bones for a broth and fry the collar and cheeks as one final touch to finish off the meal. 

It was a lot, all things considered, and for them it may very well be next to nothing in comparison to their appetites, especially Sun's. But, that wasn't going to deter you from trying your best to make something from your heart. So, you got to work. 

You had no idea when Moon would return, so you tried your best to work both quickly and effectively. Thankfully, since several items were basic prep, they took very little time to come together. You enjoyed it, the process overall. After all the time being spent on you, being able to give back felt gratifying in its own way, exciting even. Again, ignoring your own feelings about the yeti. 

At some point, you even find a small radio, the batteries still good to your delight. Despite your location, you can just barely catch a signal as sappy love songs play from some far away station. You hum and dance and sing to the music as you cook, the time passing by like nothing to you in your focused state. You even are able to make yourself some hot coco, sipping on it throughout the cooking process. 

You're so focused, even, that you don't notice the towering presence hovering around the other side of the counter until you turn directly to face it. You were just setting down the last bit of the meal, ready to sit and wait for Moon's return, so color you shocked when you find yourself face to chest with Sun instead. 

His head cocked to the side as he looks down at you, expression unreadable as he examines you with that calculated stare.

"You've been busy." He states. 

You come out of your daze, shaking your head. "I-yeah. I have."

"Tore up the meat. A pity. I was going to enjoy that." He picks at one of his claws, you see a hint of red stained there before he glances back up to you, grin wide. "Though, it's not nearly as good as when it's fresh, anyhow."

You both know that fresh isn't quite what he's implying. 

You swallow, while you'd been expecting Moon—and would have preferred him, especially in this case—this was technically a gift for the day-themed yeti too.

Deciding you weren't going to let your lingering fear overtake you, you straighten up, and steady your voice. "This is all for you, actually. And Moon, of course. I, wanted to extend my thanks for, allowing me to stay these past few months." This again was technically all for Moon, but you couldn't exactly say that with Sun standing right in front of you. 

"I—Me?" He questions, eyes widening and grin falling. 

You nod. "Yeah, I um, figured that something made with a bit more care might be something you guys liked. I noticed you never really get the chance to... add more flavor to things, and you seemed to like my snacks in the past so, i just—" You stop when you find that he's eye to eye with you now, baring down on you with a serious expression you weren't anticipating. 

"You made us, me, a meal?" The way the words are half-snarled mere inches from your face makes you flinch. 

"Y-yes?"

Sun stares at you for a bit longer, and if you weren't so alarmed you'd move away. But you don't. 

After a few moments more, he huffs, then starts to chuckle, standing straight again. "Aren't you just so interesting, Little Star?" 

You feel confusion knit your brows only for them to shoot up in shock as Sun's hand suddenly grasps your chin, leaning in again. 

His other hand snatches one of the pieces of raw fish from the table, eating it in one bite. "Such an offering from you is, surprising but, despite your, obvious misconceptions about our relationship, I suppose I can consider it." He tilts your head this was and that. "You're not the worst option I've ever been presented with."

"I, huh?" 

He let's you go again, grabbing one of the steaks with his bare hands. His teeth tear through it like it's nothing. You can only watch as you try to understand what he's saying, not entirely comprehending it. 

When he's finished, he wipes his mouth, snickering to himself. "I certainly can't wait to see what he thinks of your proposition. I'm sure it will be entertaining to say the least."

Before you can respond, he walks over to the light switch, dimming the lights as low as possible, thus allowing for Moon to take his place. 

As the switch occurs, Sun makes one final remark, and it all finally clicks to you. "Something you should keep in mind though if I do accept, Sunshine, is that I don't share."

With that, you're left with an embarrassing realization, and Moon. 

You can't make eye contact with him, instead turning around and starting to busy yourself with cleaning up to distract from the burning feeling spread across your cheeks. 

You can't believe you didn't put together that something like this would mean something like that to them. But it's not like you would have known either! How were you supposed to understand the cultural differences between humans and yeti-robots that lived in abandoned research centers? This feels like something that was on them and not you to be honest. 

Your half-delusioned reasonings do nothing to stop the racing in your heart as you clean, and you just hope to finish up quickly, grab a snack for yourself, and get out of there to keep yourself from any further embarrassment. 

"It's very good, Starlight."

You pause for a moment, then hum. "Y-yeah?"

"Yes. The amount of flavor you've packed into each dish is... incredible." Moon says, sounding genuinely a bit in awe. 

It only worsens your state, mumbling back a quiet response. "I'm, I'm glad you like it."

Quiet between the two of you. The radio still plays softly throughout the space, only disrupted by the sound of clinking as you clean things up, or Moon's utensils scraping against each other. 

"So what Sun said—" "You should eat too—"

You both stop, and looking back to him, you laugh softly. 

You nod. "You first."

"Join me." He pats a seat next to him. "It's only fair after the effort you've put in."

"Oh! Okay." 

You try not to make a fool of yourself as you make your way over and sit down. You can only protest as Moon piles you a plate full of food, depositing it in front of you once he's finished. 

He hands you a fork, chuckling at the scowl on your features. "You need your energy too, if you want to stand any chance at getting better."

"You're not wrong." You sigh, taking a bite of the smoked fish. As you'd hoped, it's delicious, and you appreciate your own efforts to make such good food in that moment. 

"So,"—Moon reaches for a bit of the fried collar—"You were saying?"

You almost choke on the bite you just swallowed. You regain your composure to answer. "I, um, Sun mentioned, that um, something like this was very, very, important to you guys in a specific way. Which, honestly I didn't know and I'm so sorry if I've offended you I just wanted to do something nice—"

You're interrupted by a kiss pressed to your forehead. 

"I would say offended is nowhere close to the feelings you've elicited. Honestly." The night-themed yeti states, amusement between the words. "Rather, I find myself rather interested in your proposal, intentional or not."

Your eyes widen ever further. "Pr-proposal?"

"If I'm misreading, then I am sorry, Star. But I—"

"No!" You shake your head, trying again. "No, you're not um, misreading. But again this wasn't my intent at all. I'm definitely all for it. I mean, to a point you know, sorry this isn't something I ever expected to happen but I really do like you, a lot and—"

Instead of a kiss, a piece of tuna is pressed into your mouth, and with how good it is you can't say for sure that you'd prefer the kiss or not. As you chew, a slight scowl on your features, Moon laughs. It makes your heart flutter for a moment. 

"I really like you too. I wasn't sure that you'd feel the same, so I didn't act on those feelings. But, since you've shown that you clearly feel something,"—He snickers as you shoot him another glare—"For me, I'm more than happy to make it clear to you now."

"Gee, thanks." 

Another kiss is pressed to your hair, arm wrapping around you and you welcome it, snuggling into the warm fur next to you. You grab a piece of tuna, munching on it to hide your fluster in that moment. 

"And since he's already said it, I will too." Moon's voice is right next to your ear in that moment, low but lethal. 

"I don't share either."

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Thank you for the request @divinit3a!! I had lots and lots of fun with the yetis and i can't wait to see what else you do with them yourself, i may perhaps do a bit more when I find the time hehehehe

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[revelboo]

[/slams a request form on your desk like an over zealous court room anime dude]

Mx.Revel, consider this a request of the utmost importance! This request is for none other than your personal favorite cybertronian, whom ever they may be.

Thank you for your time, your honor, I concede.

That’s Wheeljack, buuuut how about an angst ficlet? Was thinking about how utterly ill equipped Shockwave is to deal with emotions other than anger and a scenario where Soundwave is grieving a cassette. Shock wanting to do something for his friend, basically the only Cybertronian that doesn’t find him deeply unsettling, and he doesn’t understand he can’t just replace the cassette with something near the same size. Honestly, I just wanted to do an alternate take with these two. Title is ‘Clumsy Heart’ by The Matches. 18+ 🌶️

Clumsy Heart

IDW Shockwave x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Servos of his one hand flexing as the uncomfortable noise in his processor grows, those invasive thoughts and shadows of memory that aren’t his floating to the surface, half seen and hazy. Watching Soundwave cradle the still form of a cassette to himself, the way his servos ghost over that small shape making the chaos worse. Becoming uncomfortable, unable to really understand this grief, but realizing that he should know this. That he hates this. He can repair the frame, but the spark is gone. Senses his friend won’t appreciate it if he resurrects a pale shadow, even if he’s not sure why he knows that.

• Spark aching at the loss, Soundwave is aware of his other cassettes echoing his pain. Of Shockwave lingering nearby, head tipped to study him like his grief is something foreign and fascinating. “Leave me,” he says, servos gently touching that little face. Had they looked for him at the end? Knowing he’d be there in time to save them like he always is. All of them trusting without question that he’ll protect them. And he’d failed. Feels like coming apart, losing something so dear to him, a part of him. Finally, Shockwave drifts away, leaving him to grieve with his surviving cassettes.

• Leaving the base, trying to get rid of that tangling, unpleasant feeling of dissonance, Shockwave tips his head up to the night sky. Trying to understand. Wanting to. Can’t bring back the cassette, but he can find a replacement. Something similar. If it’s the loss of a small symbiote he cares for that is paining Soundwave, maybe another small thing he can care for will ease that grief? Doesn’t know, can’t really understand why he grieves at the loss. Everything dies. It’s inevitable. And it’s illogical to mourn the inevitable. Striding into the night, he ponders replacements. Something that can speak with him like a cassette. Something small and alive. One of the little, organic natives would do.

• Breath fogging in the morning air, you check the rifle. Exhausted after being up all night finding every single photo he’s in and cutting out his face. Taping those hateful little visages all over his Xbox, all his games, those stupid baseball cards and then lining them up for execution on the lawn. A petty bit of satisfaction as you line up the first shot and fire. For the bra hanging on the back of a kitchen chair. A game disc explodes in jagged shards. For those slutty lace panties on your kitchen counter. The cards aren’t as satisfying, just scattering. For that bitch in your bed and the look on his face when you’d come home early because work was slow. Slowly, picking targets and destroying them since you can’t go after him, he’s not worth it. The crap he’d left when you’d grabbed the rifle and chased him and her naked out of your house last night? Fair game.

• Is this a valid course of action? It seems logical. If something has been lost and is causing a problem, replacing it should resolve the issue. Aware that it might be a bit more nuanced than that, because of emotions he can’t grasp, he moves through the woods outside the base. It’s a sound theory and it can’t make things worse to try. Probably. That, too, eludes him. An answer that relies on emotion.

• Reloading the rifle, you hear a branch crack and come crashing down in the woods behind you. Making you flinch and nearly drop the gun. It’d been windy the day before, a branch must have broken. Turning toward the sound, your mouth falls open as a giant steps out of the woods, a single red optic finding you, antenna flicking up. “Acceptable,” it growls as the fine hair at your nape prickles. Opening fire on it as it strides your way, completely unfazed. Dropping the rifle to run, you scream as it bends and snags you in a giant hand.

• Still weighed down by grief even after laying the cassette to rest, Soundwave’s head lifts at the sound of screaming. Of terror and pain that goes right through so soon after his own loss. Freezing as he spots Shockwave entering his quarters and his attention drops to the small form wriggling like mad in his grip. Speechless as the scientist drops the human on the desk and the tiny creature lunges to their feet and runs, only to stop short as they hit the edge and realize how high up it is. Can feel the chaos and fear in their mind, that panic so bright and hurtful. “A replacement,” Shockwave says, gesturing at the terrified thing with his cannon. Like it’s as simple as that. Like a human can replace his cassette. That people are interchangeable. Turning away from the edge, terrified eyes look up at him and that fear nearly cripples him. You can’t replace what he’s lost, but you do need him. Hates Shockwave right then and those frightened eyes.

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𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑! ★

content: prodigy!abby x nerdy!reader, childhood friends, university-based, fluff (for now), romance + tension (little bit angsty), drabble length but switching up the small caps (experimenting. heh), mainly jotting an idea, not a certified abby expert.

It was an absolute murder to discover that she could not fufill this one off her bucket list.

Fucking video gaming?

Exactamundo! Abby can outstand everybody in nearly anything, being everything from a virtuoso violinist, to a glorified part-time fisherman, and a damn gourmet chef as well. She paraded around the entire campus pursuing a name in every elective and Olympic hobby you could ever think of. Name it, chances are she's done it. Actually, more than done it, all things considered.

But video games? Guess the esteemed Abby Anderson had finally tumbled downhill and suffered defeat; looking you up out of all computer-smart people felt treasonous to her, but seemed high-priority to the eye of the beholder, the eyes in question even rolling. You don't need an in-person class course on fucking Skyrim. Look at the tutorials!

“So, how the hell do I shorten my speedrun times?”

None of it made a lick of sense. Well, the wanting to do speedruns part, you see the appeal in a medieval-inspired game. Speedrunning sucks the fun and the atmosphere out of a truly gorgeous game such as the forenamed. Yet, it's not like you haven't experimented in closed-world speedruns after immersing yourself in collecting all the achievements; Firewatch takes the cake.

But, still, coming to you—a forgotten, childhood friend whom she ghosted—makes no logical sense. Games are easy-peasy. Literal pieces of cake!

You scrunch your nose at the reclined blondie on your bed, confused. “Um, by watching a tutorial?” Almost laying back into a condescending tone, maybe even a little. “Did you even think to do that before knocking in the dead of night?” Her mordant, stick-up-the-ass kind does the same thing to you, so, you can gripe at that game all you desire.

“Hey,” she pouts, sounding out mock-offense. She scoots up from her prone position on the bed to face you—so proper. “Everything has more to it than what you see.” Sure, philosopher. “And there definitely is with video games. I keep losing. Besides, if I can't stomach skydiving or rock-climbing, then this is next on my list.”

“Pft—”

“What? You know I don't do heights.”

Oh, my god. “'You keep losing?'” Is she a prodigy at radical honesty?

Pond-blue eyes toss in a perfect, resentful circle. She scoffs, “Why do you think I came over here?” Complaining right hand flicking with attitude.

“I don't teach beginners.”

Your sarcasm flies not even an inch under her radar; it was always a retreat tactic back in highschool—when this imitative facade first hardened. “Oh, okay.” She bites you back with it too. But it never even occured to her that you might just be serving a tablespoon of teasery. Being old friends, having lonesome yearns, even stubborn prodigies can be painted in a rosy picture.

Still can see those young, faded freckles. Lovely ones.

“This was a mistake, wasn't it?” An unpleasant question. Drops from her lips almost wantonly.

It strains your chest cavity.

Is seeing her a mistake?

Not really. You hope not really. Once, there was a time where she was suddenly rude, dismissive and up every aspiring valedictorian's ass, but all paths lead back, you believe. Somewhere underneath that porcelain facade—and hot, rocking bod—is a clean crack in her over-achiever matrix; softness is bleeding out. You can see the beginning brooks of it like a kingly ichor. Possible smiles that aren't contemptuous.

What next, an apology?

“Can I at least.. say sorry, before going?”

Sorry—going? Fuck, you majorly zoned out. “What?” You loom in closer, throwing the one-brow raise. The proximity barely even occurs to you.

“For being a jerk, for blowing you off, ..” The list implies endlessness as her voice fades out. In a way, you expect her to pick up and continue. But, after the gestures and head-tilts, she pauses. Reinstates eye contact, pauses, and works her lips again. An awkward, prefacing breath skims. “And I guess, 'm also sorry for.. this?”

Before comprehension hits, it is too late. Darkly, a warmth brushes your cheek and a silence catches your lips, blocking your eyes out. It makes you feel blindsided, this short-lived kiss, one you suspend wide eyes for, tilt your neck for, accept without question. A strange deja vu rushes to your nape.

You shiver.

It even ends before you understand it, Abby pulling away with light-glossed eyes you swear are stones of aquamarine in disguise. She cracks; dints a smile in her cheek. Proud, anticipating. Having her this close made your inhales excessive; you needed all the air in the world to function right now. Deep breathing.

She smells like the outdoors.

Naturally.

“Good?” She has to reassure herself.

“Yeah,” you quickly spout, croak even. Wherever in the world your head is, it's not here. “Not really a prodigy at kissing, so..” And while it is somewhere, the remnants of her kiss are phantom. They have not stopped yet.

An amused chuckle greets in gusts across your lips, from your radical honesty, the moment itself, whatever. Crowns you the jokester anyways. “Guess we both have something to learn then.”

Wonder what future that comment entails.

[mattsundaes]

suna rintarou x f!reader — 18+ only, 1.3k, piss kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, roommate!suna, perv!suna, based on this drabble

Rintarou wants to laugh at the irony of it—what’s currently staring back at him from your laptop screen.

He covers the bottom half of his face, hot breath curling against his palm as he lets out a ragged exhale of disbelief. 

The thing is, he’s found plenty of things that have left his cock twitching eagerly with interest since he adopted this fucked up habit of perusing your incriminating porn tabs of choice whenever you forget to close out your silly little incognito browser window.

It’s like a game of roulette, the way his thumb hovers over the touchpad before clicking over to the next tab to see what else could have possibly contributed to draining your vibrator battery last night.

Spitting in her mouth!!!

Anal sex (no lube just SPIT)

I choked him and he came untouched??

If Rintarou was a good roommate and friend, he would have immediately closed the browser window full of filthy porn tabs the first time he went to borrow your laptop and found them staring back at him.

hot wet messy snowballing

Edging her till she’s begging for it (three orgasms)

Or at the very least, he wouldn’t have made a goddamn habit of it.

FIRST TIME SQUIRTER HUGE MESS!!!!!

But it's been fun, all of these little discoveries. The things he’s learned about you through clicks and keystrokes. Because Rin’s seen the guys you’ve brought home before—

—and he’ll bet his own goddamn balls that none of them has ever grabbed your face and made out with you after busting a hot load of cum in your pretty mouth. 

Amateurs. 

But this—

This.

This is…

Rintarou weakly rubs his fingers over his eyes, like it’ll somehow change the one and only tab that was waiting for him on your screen today.

And in the back of his mind, idly, he wonders if you closed out all the rest and forgot to dispose of this final piece of evidence.

Or if this video alone was enough to get you off that quickly—

(And it’s dangerous, that thought.)

He slowly closes your laptop.

—-

Rintarou’s calm, mature decision to turn over a new leaf and stop fucking his fist like a pervert to the knowledge of what gets you off lasts approximately four and a half minutes.

Four and a half minutes, and he’s in his room with his boxers discarded somewhere between the bed and the door, flushed, leaking cock gripped tightly in his fist. 

Two strokes and his balls are already seizing up.

Suna Rintarou’s dick is twitching between his fingers on a hair trigger—

and you—

you—

—you have a piss kink.

His mind is already far beyond the memory of the two faceless participants in the video you’d been watching. Miles and miles past SHE PISSED ON MY DICK (huge cumshot!!). 

Rin doesn’t give a single fuck about whatever else he missed out on in the remaining five minutes of the video that he promptly closed out of. 

Because all he can think about is you.

You and those flowy sundresses you like to wear as soon as a hint of warm weather hits the forecast.

You and those lacy little white panties that you sometimes forget in the corner on the bathroom floor after showering.

You and your abysmally small bladder.

Rintarou’s mind is caught in a hazy fantasy, one that finds two of you making out in his bed. You’re wearing that yellow dress that he really likes, and the thin material slips up your thighs like butter when he grasps your waist and pulls you on top of him.

Your lips slide against his, soft moans slipping up your throat as you straddle him, his sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to obscure the sheer amount of blood that’s rushed to his cock in the time since the two of you hit the mattress. 

And then you giggle, murmuring something shyly against his lips about how wait, wait, you have to pee.

Logically, because you live together and you share a bathroom and Rin knows you, he should offer you a slightly dramatic, put-out sigh, hands resting behind his head as he waits for you to return. 

But Rin’s so goddamn hard and your cunt feels so warm grinding against him, even through your underwear. And he honestly doesn’t really care about these sheets or this mattress. 

Rintarou doesn’t give a fuck about much of anything besides the thought of how it wouldn’t just be warm, but hot if you—

“Just go.”

You laugh, gentle and amused. Like he’s joking.

Like he didn’t just ask you to piss on him.

“Rin—”

He pushes up the skirt of your dress, exposing those white panties and the obvious wet spot of arousal that’s already soaked through the material that hugs your swollen folds.

You blink down at him, breath hitching in your throat.

“Rin, I really have to—”

He brushes a finger down your slit, featherlight, not missing the full-body shiver that courses through you.

You whine.

Hooking a finger in your panties, he tugs them aside to expose your cunt.

“You have to what?” he asks calmly, pressing his thumb into the puffy, throbbing button of your clit. 

You exhale silently, eyes falling shut for a moment like it’s taking everything in your power to keep holding it in.

“I have to pee.”

Rintarou uses his free hand to push down his sweatpants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He stares up at you.

“Prove it.”

Your eyes go a little wide, bottom lip getting caught between the trap of your teeth as your thighs tremble slightly.

“I can’t—”

Rin traces your fluttering entrance with the pad of his middle finger, and your hips stutter as you bite back a moan.

“Why not?”

He slides a finger in, and fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so wet for him.

Your pussy clenches around the digit.

“We’re in your bed. It’ll…it’ll make a mess…” 

Rin smiles, because this is just some fucked up fantasy he conjured, and he can buy a hundred goddamn beds for you to piss all over if he wants to.

“And?”

Two fingers.

“Rin I’m—”

A warm trickle slides down his knuckles. He slowly pumps in and out of your pussy.

“Do it.”

More drips out.

He pulls his fingers out of you and rests his palm flat over your bladder.

“Oh—”

Rin pushes down at the same moment that he slides his hard cock lengthwise down your wet slit.

And all at once, you release.

Hot piss floods out of you, spraying all over his cock.

And Rintarou groans, gasping at the sensation, at the feeling of it coating his cock and dripping down his balls. 

You’re still pissing when you start grinding your cunt against his dick again, desperately, frantically, whining like you’re about to—

You come hard, shaking and sobbing his name against his chest, and Rin’s already halfway to stroking his piss soaked cock to his own completion when you gasp, “Fuck me, Rin. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

It’s obscene how wet you are, how easily he pumps his cock right into your dripping hole. Rin flips you over onto your back, fucking into your pussy with uneven, shallow strokes because it’s all he can manage before blowing his load.

And because Rin’s a filthy pervert—

“That’s all?” you weakly laugh into his shoulder as he collapses against you afterward, softening cock still nestled in your cunt.

Rin mouths at your collarbone.

“Just say it if you want it.”

You sigh.

“Rin.”

Hand drifting to the base of his cock, he rubs his fingers against the place where it meets your fucked out folds.

He lets out the slightest dribble, just enough to have you gasp with awareness.

“Rin please.”

He shifts, mouth slotting against your lips, tongue lazily sliding into your mouth as a hot flood of piss floods your cunt. 

(You’re a filthy, wet, needy mess of cum and piss when he’s finished finger fucking you over the edge of another orgasm.)

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Rintarou wakes up to the sound of the heavy front door to the apartment closing, your shoes clicking across the laminate flooring down the entryway.

His hands are sticky with dried cum, sweatpants damp and soaked through with more than just his seed as they cling to his thighs.

He's already hard again.

"Fuck."

[starcurtain]

Hey! I apologize if this question has been asked before since it seems like a pretty obvious one, but where do you think the idea of Aventurine being a sex slave came from? Other than the obvious factor of it being something fun for the fandom to mess around with, I mean.

It's something I kind of took for granted as being true before playing his quest, but after finishing it I realized there wasn't really any indication. The only thing I can really think of is his master's comments about him having a good body. Is there anything in his behavior you can think of that would lead to this conclusion if it wasn't a popular fan interpretation already/kind of just an easy conclusion to reach with a slave character?

(also kind of related but what do you think of the idea that he sleeps around/with his clients to make deals? he's obviously willing to sexualize himself with the boob window, but that doesn't necessarily mean he goes further.)

As far as I can tell, the idea that Aventurine was involved in sexual slavery comes from three (maybe four) places:

First, the comment from the master about Aventurine's appearance. People were holding this comment up as refutable proof that Aventurine was used in sexual slavery on top of being tossed into the Hunger Games; however, the response from other players on this interpretation, especially the Chinese side of the fandom, was very mixed, with a lot of people pointing out that the context in the game probably meant the slave master was talking about Aventurine's ability to attract attention from fans watching the literal Sigonian Hunger Games, rather than having a direct sexual-slavery connotation.

Second, the comment from Sparkle about stripping naked and getting on his knees for Sunday. This one has way more implication in English than I think it might for an Eastern audience, actually. In English, this pretty much sounds like Sparkle saying Aventurine trades sexual favors for success in his gambles. However, I suspect the original intention in Chinese was more about humiliation. Western audiences don't have as much history with honor-based prostration, i.e. accepting corporal humiliation as a form of reconciliation that Eastern audiences might be more familiar with. And in any case, Sparkle is Sparkle. She probably just went for the lowest blow she could think of here.

Third, the general assumption that if Sigonian slaves were being chained, branded, beaten, sent to death matches, etc., it seems logical that they would also be taken advantage of in other ways. I honestly think this is probably the fairest take--many, many real slaves around the world faced (and still face!) sexual abuse, so if slaves from Sigonia were treated so poorly you could make them fight to the death for entertainment, it stands to reason they were probably also not safe from other forms of assault. We also have no idea what happened to Kakavasha in any of the years between his being a tiny child fleeing the massacre and then being purchased as a slave as a late-teens-early-twenties person. That's a very long time for a child to have to survive on their own on an extremely hostile planet and not face risks of all kinds or end up needing to do unspeakable things to survive. So I think this is at least not that far-fetched, although it's important to say there's nothing in the game that directly confirms this.

And fourth: I read a tweet semi-recently that stated that one of the Chinese (or maybe it was Japanese) names for a quest Aventurine was involved in was actually a reference to a book about a teenage sexual assault survivor. However, when I tried to verify this myself, I couldn't find any quest Aventurine was in that was based on a book about sexual assault in either English, Chinese, or Japanese. It's possible I just missed something, but I'm taking this one with a bit of a grain of salt currently, since I can't confirm it personally.

Regarding your other question, about whether I think Aventurine sleeps around to make deals...

I definitely think he does not, for one major reason.

First, I will admit that Aventurine is definitely willing to use his appearance to his advantage. This is pretty obvious. He wears incredibly flashy clothes, baths himself in cologne, overloads on glittering golden jewels, and absolutely calls attention to his appearance when working with clients.

We see him actively doing this in his Moment Among the Stars video, where he is clearly using his looks as an equal tool (to his wealth), to daze his target.

It's not an accident that he says things like "Use me as you wish," with all the explicit connotations preserved. The implication is there. However, unless he was absolutely backed into a corner, I think that implication is all it will ever be.

The reason I think this is that the devs go out of their way to give Aventurine three fairly noticeable physical behaviors in his in-game scenes:

For one, he has some of the most closed off body language of any character in the game.

Aventurine's default conversation pose is arms crossed directly and tightly in front of himself. This is like "Defensive Body Language 101." By crossing your arms, you put a symbolic barrier between yourself and the person you're speaking to, and also ensure that your hands are up and available in case you actually need to physically defend yourself.

Virtually all of Aventurine's conversations take place from this stance, no matter who he is speaking to (from the Trailblazer all the way to Topaz). He deliberately closes his pose off and tightens up his silhouette, which just sends a glaring "Don't touch me" message.

This closing off is also blatantly apparent when you compare it to the deliberately open poses he strikes while trying to make himself seem accessible to others (like tempting clients) or seem powerful (to intimidate):

Complementing this habit of closing himself off is a second noticeable aspect of his body language: He frequently avoids eye contact to the point that he even holds conversations while entirely facing away from the person he's speaking to.

I might be a bit lenient and say maybe he's doing this to on purpose to be mysterious, whoo~~ But... in all honestly, he just does this with everyone, even with Ratio while trying to talk about an actual important issue (wanting to look into Acheron's real identity). Hell, even the fake Aventurine does it to himself!

We can even say that wearing the rose-tinted glasses in the first place is another intentional barrier, one Aventurine deliberately removes in specific moments to give people the (false) impression that he's "letting them in" to his circle:

Now, this might be a bit more complicated in Aventurine's case, because eye contact has a whole extra meaning when eyes are the defining trait of your species and come with particularly challenging racial stereotypes. So it may be that Aventurine is simply used to conducting conversation while looking away to minimize racial prejudice against his eyes' unique appearance.

However, I'd also argue that the devs deliberately turned his entire model away in cutscene after cutscene to create a clear sense of being inaccessible, unapproachable, and unwilling to engage in the physical intimacy of standing closely, directly facing, and staring at his conversation partners.

While he faces away, he controls both the figurative and the literal direction of conversation, forcing people to keep their eyes on him while he is free to move as he pleases. Over and over again, it just says "I want to be the one in control. I'm not afraid to show my back to you, but you are not welcome to come near me."

And, in fact, that's a third aspect of his character's body language that I am sure the devs did not include accidentally: More so than other characters, many of Aventurine's conversations are conducted from weirdly far distances. Like, half the time he's talking, he's standing all the way on the opposite side of the room!

This habit of speaking from a-larger-than-normal distance is apparent in the first scene with Himeko...

And then in just about every other conversation too:

The bubble is twenty feet in every direction.

Like yes, he does approach and have conversations like a normal person... sometimes... But it is significantly more noticeable with Aventurine than with other characters that he often conducts whole conversations--even with his allies--from a distance. Just genuinely weirdly far apart.

Leaving space for Gaiathra, I guess.

And it's because these significant decisions were made with Aventurine's in-game body language that, when he deliberately alters his own behavior, it is instantaneously noticeable.

In 2.0, he closes the distance, the glasses come off, and he gets directly up in the Trailblazer's face.

It's uncomfortable not just because the player is suddenly being loomed over, but because this behavior has already been subconsciously established for the player as out of character for Aventurine.

The barriers the character himself was putting up are deliberately stripped away so that he can use physicality and demanding eye contact to intimidate his target. He has to reverse his own normal body language in order to come across as domineering (and, I guess if you're into that, appealing in a domineering manner).

And ummmm, just a tiny aside here because I can't resist:

This does mean that when the game goes out of its way to demonstrate Aventurine altering his own normal habit of distant and defensive body language, it is absolutely intentional.

Yes, this is a Ratiorine post in disguise. There literally isn't any other character in the game that Aventurine is shown being comfortable standing so close to and interacting with in this manner. This doesn't occur in every one of their scenes, but Ratio is the only character that this happens with repeatedly. It's not an accident that the devs literally added "They were walking side-by-side" as flavor text.

But look, I'll be fair: There's a great example of this in Aventurine's scene with Acheron too, where he closes the distance and attempts to make eye contact with her--seeking her guidance and closeness--and she is actually the one stepping away, speaking with her back turned, demonstrating her power and control (and issues with connection!) in that scene.

Anyway, this was a whole longggg tangent into analyzing Aventurine's body language, but my point is that, overall, the devs deliberately adjusted his model's actions in-game to give the impression of a person who clearly wants to be in control of every interaction he has with other people, who insists on distance over intimacy, and whose stances and habits suggest that he is significantly less accessible and open than his "Use me as you wish" motto might suggest.

Long story longer, I think that there is almost zero chance Aventurine is willingly ceding control over himself or the actions expected of him to anyone he isn't 100% comfortable with, and I think that using physical intimacy of any kind would be an absolute last resort for him. Frankly, he comes across as more likely to shoot himself in the foot than let someone he doesn't trust lay hands on him.

To me, he reads very much as "You may look, but you may not touch."

[theemporium]

Hi Cece I hope you’re doing well and happy F1 being back!! So I heard this song the other day (https://open.spotify.com/track/654XTpkoachnc4HT2Fi3Fn?si=gwGZ3uZmQ6-gT7s0jRm8yA) and it’s been absolutely stuck in my head and I was wondering if you could write a Quinn blurb based on the song? I just love how you write him sm!! Thank you so much!!

thank you for requesting! hopefully lived up to the song!!🫶🏽

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For most of his life, Quinn had only ever been really obsessed with one thing and that was hockey.

It had always been hockey.

Since he could remember, his life revolved around hockey and he loved it. His parents played hockey. Their jobs were hockey. They moved around the country for hockey. He played it with his brothers, with his friends, with new teams as he moved up and up and up the leagues. His college life also revolved around hockey. His life had always been about hockey.

And honestly, Quinn never had any problems with it. 

He loved hockey and hockey loved him back enough to lead him to the NHL, so he really had very few complaints. And though he knew logically that it was possible, he never really thought he would find something he loved as much as he loved hockey, especially when it was already so intertwined with his family and friends and teams. 

Until he met you. 

It was ironic that you didn’t have a single clue about hockey. Despite living in Vancouver for work, you had never really given the sport much thought. You barely knew what the team was called, let alone knew who the captain was. Your life was so far from hockey that Quinn almost couldn’t quite believe that he could love you—love someone so detached from hockey—as much as he did. 

But he did. He loved you so much that days of just thinking about hockey were long gone and now replaced with days where he thought about you.

Quinn’s brain was a mix of the two: how he really should ask for the power kill footage from the Tampa game, what you wanted to have for dinner, if he should ask coach to run a few more speed drills at the next practice, if he should pick up a sweet treat on the way home so you could enjoy it after work. 

Quinn found himself thinking of you as much as he thought about hockey, and it was a little disorienting to come to terms with. 

But then there were moments like this, he thought to himself, as he slowly entered the apartment and closed the door behind him. He had been away on a roadie all week, an east coast one that left time zones getting in the way of any long phone calls with you. He was tired and desperate to crawl into his bed for the first time in days, to crawl into bed next to you. 

And when he walked into the apartment and saw you curled up on the couch, in one of his Canucks hoodies with the TV playing some highlights from the most recent road trip, he could have sworn his heart swooned and practically burst in his chest.

Because it was moments like this where it was so easy to accept, to understand why he loved you as much as he loved hockey.

“Quinn? That you?”

He abandoned the suitcase by the door, quickly making his way deeper into the apartment as he settled down on the edge of the couch, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You slowly blinked your eyes open, giving him a sleepy smile. “Missed you.” 

And Quinn couldn’t help but smile back. “Missed you too, babe.”

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