#may try and do some simple scribbles and stuff.

[hyenasfnafaus]

discovering Gartic Phone from watching youtube, thinking it looks fun, but also knowing no one you know will play it with you, and you're too perpetually terrified to play with people you don't know.

If anyone's played Gartic Phone, I'd love to hear about any fun you had with it! :3

[batbetbitbotbut]

hi!!! ive been following you for your weaving for a little while now, and the stuff you make is absolutely amazing!!

im curious if youd ever post some of your lifting plans and drafts? id be so interested in seeing them and possibly trying some of the stuff you do out myself, so if you do have it recorded anywhere itd be so awesome to see B:•∆

Hi!!!!!! So, I would be absolutely thrilled to share drafts for anything original I make, but so far I've worked almost entirely from books. I'm always happy to say where something is from and walk you through any adaptations I've made or how a structure works and I'd probably send drafts privately if there is a specific one you ask about, but I feel a bit weird about just posting all of them publicly. Alternately, some of these are kind of "simple" or "universal" and may be in several books and I just worked them out in my own scribbly notebook, so there isn't really any draft I can share.

^ this is 2 block doubleweave, with a different tie-up for each piece. 8/2 cotton at 20epi (per layer, so 40epi in the reed) which was a bit too close. There's only one way to make it, it's not really a draft that can someone can lay claim to privately. Thread a straight draw, the wide block on shafts 1 to 4 (32 threads) and the narrow block on shafts 5 to 8 (16 threads), even shafts in one colour and odd shafts in the other. Slowly carefully derive the lift liftplan yourself according to which layers you want up and down at each point; I can share a photo of my notes but I'm not sure how useful they would be. It's in lots of books too - anything explaining doubleweave for 8 shaft looms will have it.

^ these are twills from the twill gamp section of Strickler's A Handweaver's Book of 8 Shaft Patterns absolutely phenomenal resource. 8/2 cotton at 24epi which is about right.

^ overshot also from Strickler, drafts 471-474. Tabby 16/2 cotton at 24epi, pattern weft 8/2 cotton (I also did some pieces with pattern weft 15/2 wool).

^ the first one is a copy, thread for thread, of ZZZZZ from 8 Shafts: Beyond The Beginning published by the Complex Weavers Guild. The second one is a narrower adaptation of it without reversals. Advancing wall of Troy twill, 2/15 wool, I think it was 24epi.

The third one is a near copy of the threading in For My Brother from the same book. I changed where the pattern was centred and I tried out many different treadlings as I went, just to see what happened. Interleaved twill - design a twill threading, then repeat it 3 more times starting 2 shafts over and in a different colour each time, so the final threading always goes "black grey white purple black grey white purple..." on {shafts 1, 3, 5, 7} and {shafts 2, 4, 6, 8} every time but it starts on different ones of those shafts. Warp 8/2 cotton boucle at 36epi, weft 33/2 60% cotton 40% linen.

^ deflected doubleweave! 15/2 wool at 20epi which was about right. I adapted a draft from Briand's The Art of Weaving by making all the blocks 4 ends wide instead of the 2, 4, or 6 ends they were in the book. Treadling is just made up on the fly (within the block structure), sometimes trying to make specific shapes and sometimes generating a random sequence on a computer. But again there's only really one way to make this on 8 shafts, it may turn up in several books.

Stay tuned for my bookshelf, I've hit the image limit...

[dendrofiles]

if f!xf! is on the table,,, perhaps something with sydlar? maybe sydney tutoring her again? idk let your imagination run wild (absolutely no offense taken if this doesnt inspire u)

tutoring session

hi anon!!! HELL YEAH f/f is on the table!! i may be a gay man but i am extremely invested in wlw fics and i am always happy to give the lesbians some food :) anyways i hope you enjoy this!! also i hope the history stuff isn’t too out of left-field… ig we’ll see

f!sydney x f!kylar. corrupt sydney (somewhat ooc i think). hate sex, public sex, dom/sub, degradation, fingering, the french revolution??? i guess??? 1466 words.

Sydney taps her pen impatiently against the table. She would rather be doing literally anything else right now. Fuck, she wouldn’t even mind cleaning the bunks at the temple, and that’s something that not even Sister Jordan can convince her to do. Sydney is supposed to be helping her mom at the shop today, but Leighton strong-armed Sirris into having Sydney tutor the school’s resident freak, Kylar.

Kylar. Sydney’s former best friend and current worst enemy. Sydney glares at her from across the table. Kylar’s sweating buckets as she frantically scribbles on her history worksheet, desperately trying to answer all the questions before time runs out. Her uniform is worn and ratty, and her hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in days. Sydney doesn’t condone bullying, obviously, but she really can’t blame her fellow students for avoiding Kylar. The girl is a mess.

The sound of Sydney’s relentless pen-tapping echoes across the library. She catches Kylar glaring at her hands. It only spurs her on.

A few minutes pass, and the timer sounds. Sydney sighs and snatches the worksheet out from Kylar’s hands.

“Alright,” she mutters. “Let’s see how you did.” 

Sydney quickly grades the worksheet, her red pen marking furious strokes across the page. All the while, Kylar fidgets, her clammy hands twitching in her lap.

When Sydney’s done, she stands up and slams the worksheet down on the table. Kylar flinches.

“Fifty percent,” Sydney hisses. “Seriously, Kylar. What the hell is going on?”

The other girl peers up at her, her green eyes wide and anxious. “I-I don’t know…”

Sydney puts her hands on her hips, unsatisfied with that answer. “Sure you don’t,” she snaps. “You’re really smart, Kylar. My mom says you’re the best student in her class. Why the hell can’t you focus on a simple history worksheet?”

Kylar casts her eyes downward, unable to hold Sydney’s gaze any longer. She looks like she wants to crawl into a hole and die. Sydney’s not one to be unnecessarily cruel to people, but she’s been pissed at Kylar for years, and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t take this opportunity to berate her.

Sydney takes a step towards her rival, towering over her. “You’re not dumb, are you?” she hisses. “We both know you don’t have a life, so why can’t you take a little extra time to study?”

She slams her hand down on the table, caging her in. “Oh, I think I know the answer to that, actually,” she mocks. “You’re a filthy fucking porn addict. All you do is sit in front of your computer and get off to the creepiest shit imaginable. You goddamn heathen.”

Kylar still won’t look at her, and Sydney’s had enough. She grabs the shorter girl’s chin and twists her jaw harshly, forcing her to meet her gaze. Sydney’s about to continue her tirade, but then she notices something. 

Kylar… is blushing.

Her cheeks have turned cherry red, and her pupils are blown wide. There’s even a small rivulet of drool running from the corner of her lips. Sydney glances down. Sure enough, Kylar’s thighs are pressed together beneath her skirt.

“Oh my god, you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Sydney murmurs.

Kylar tries to shake her head. “N-no! I’m n-not-” she begins, but quickly trails off when Sydney starts to run her fingertips along her lips. 

Sydney has never felt so conflicted in her life. Despite how much she hates the girl, she can’t deny that the sight of Kylar like this, debauched and at her mercy, is so… alluring. So tempting. So utterly sinful. 

The holy pendant around Sydney’s neck glints in the low light of the library. She reaches up to touch it on instinct, then tears her hand away. Fuck it. She’s already committed every sin in the book. What’s one more?

“Stand up,” Sydney commands. Kylar scrambles to her feet—way too obedient for someone who’s supposedly not getting off on this, but whatever. Sydney sits down in the chair, then yanks Kylar down onto her lap. Kylar lets out a surprised squeak, but doesn’t try to wriggle away.

Sydney pries her enemy’s thighs apart. She reaches up her skirt and palms her clothed pussy through her panties. Kylar lets out a small gasp.

“You’re all hot and bothered,” Sydney whispers into Kylar’s ear. “Liar.”

Kylar whimpers and tries to grind into Sydney’s hand, but Sydney uses her free hand to grip her hips, keeping her in place.

“No,” Sydney says firmly. “You have to earn that. Show a little respect.”

“S-Sydney,” Kylar whines. 

Sydney hasn’t heard her say her name in years. She can’t help but groan at the way she says it now. “What is it?” she mumbles, her breath hot against Kylar’s neck.

“I-I need you to touch me, Sydney,” Kylar babbles. She cranes her neck to look up at Sydney, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please. Please t-touch me.”

Sydney hums and yanks her panties down. “Don’t be crude,” Sydney reprimands her. “This is still a tutoring session, you know.”

Sydney leans down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to Kylar’s neck. She lets her tongue trace her veins, swirling against her pulse point as she squirms in her lap. Her fingers make their way to Kylar’s cunt, gently spreading apart her folds.

“If you want to cum, you’ll have to earn it,” Sydney murmurs. Her other hand smacks Kylar’s hip.

The smaller girl shudders, her body convulsing in Sydney’s lap. “H-how?”

Sydney hums in consideration, then replies. “You can start by telling me what year the French Revolution started.”

“What?”

Sydney smacks her hip again. “Don’t make me repeat myself. What year did the French Revolution start?”

Kylar pants, her little brain kicking into overdrive. “Um… it was… 1789…”

“Good,” Sydney says. She presses a finger against Kylar’s clit, giving it a few small strokes. “Good job.”

Kylar moans as Sydney finally starts touching her. The noise is loud enough that it can certainly be heard across the library, but right now, Sydney doesn’t care. And, let’s be honest, who’s going to stop her? Certainly not Leighton, that pervert.

“Next question,” Sydney says. “Who was Robespierre?”

Kylar swallows. “Robespierre, aah, was the deputy of the National Convention,” she manages, “and the leader of the Jacobins.”

“Correct.” Sydney’s fingers leave her clit and move lower, teasing her entrance before sliding in. Kylar cries out at the stretch. Sydney has to admit that she’s enjoying herself, too—Kylar’s walls are soft and velvety around her fingers, clenching down on them like she wants to cut them off, like she wants Sydney’s fingers to get lost in her body. Sydney can’t say she minds the thought.

Her thumb plays with Kylar’s clit as she relentlessly finger’s her pussy, angling her fingers so she hits her sweet spot over and over again. Kylar pants and whines on her lap like a bitch in heat, her legs spread sinfully wide. Sydney lifts up her other hand and shoves her fingers into her mouth. Kylar accepts them readily, taking them further until she gags. Drool dribbles down her chin. Tears stream down her cheeks.

“You look like one of those girls from those hentais you watch,” Sydney remarks. “Is that what you want?”

Kylar can only respond with a moan. Sydney can feel her walls fluttering around her fingers, and she realizes that she’s about to cum. Sydney abruptly stops her movements and yanks her fingers out of Kylar’s mouth.

“Last question,” Sydney breathes, “and then you can cum. You ready?”

Kylar nods frantically. “P-please, Sydney, please-”

“Patience,” Sydney chides. Really, she’s just as eager as the other girl is, though she’ll never admit it. The image of Kylar on her lap, moaning like a whore, will be seared into her memory forever.

Sydney asks the final question. “How many people died in the Reign of Terror?”

Kylar looks panicked as she tries to think of the answer, her brain so thoroughly melted by now that all thoughts of the history lesson on the French Revolution are far from her mind. Still, she pushes through. Sydney sees her eyes light up with joy as she thinks of the number.

“17,000!” she cries. “I-it was 17,000!”

With that, Sydney curls her fingers, and Kylar finishes with a loud moan. She collapses against Sydney, totally boneless as she comes down from her high. Sydney rests her head in the crook of Kylar’s neck. She can’t believe she just did that. She just fingered her nemesis in a public library.

In the past, that thought would have given her a heart attack. Now, it only excites her.

When Kylar comes back to, she looks up at Sydney, a tiny, desperate smile on her lips. “S-Sydney,” she mumbles, “would you tutor me again tomorrow?”

[aggro-my-beloved]

Trash Polka (AsherxBabe)

note: this hasn’t been fully looked over/edited so if you notice my mistakes just pretend you don’t. k thx.

summary: *doodles that a person draws on themselves will appear on their soulmate’s skin* [babe is tired of wearing hoodies in summer, and leggings in the spring. but their soulmate seems too caught up in his career to mind leaving little notes and drawings on their skin, rather than revealing himself. babe DOESN’T take matters into their own hands, but they soon won’t be covered by a mod-podge of their soulmate’s scribbles. one can hope, at least.]

pairing(s): AsherxBabe (romantic), AsherxDavid (platonic)

warning(s): none

word count: 1.4k

estimated reading time: 7 mins

taglist: @ther3alsweetheart @darlin-collins @professionallyyappinabtangst @elles-roses @ashertickler mwah

“GLOVES AGAIN? IT’S A HUNDRED degrees outside.” Katherine quips from her desk. As usual, Babe’s morning is all swearing and stumbles through the office building as they don a more than modest collection of clothing.

“I think it’s a hundred and one, actually.” Vinny chortles from his cubicle. Since turning down his invitation to be his plus one at the office holiday party the year prior, he’s been more prone to poke fun at them. Babe illustrates the smirk tugging at his lips and fantasizes ripping it clean off his visage while preparing for another busy morning. Bag strap on the back of their chair. The largest iced coffee Starbucks could provide them on the ceramic coaster gifted by Katherine, which reads some motivational slogan Babe would be caught dead uttering in any unironic fashion.

“I still don’t know how you manage to work like that.” Their colleague’s tone is the perfect balance of judgment and concern; a siren song can draw the most taboo answers from anyone she crosses paths with. Babe is aware of this, and yet they still respond. Katherine is approachable, but isn’t as prone to flapping her lips compared to others who lurk in the office.

“I told you before, Kat, I get cold easily. Low iron, and stuff.” Babe clears their throat and wiggles their chair closer to the computer before them. A few minutes pass, and they flicker their eyes between the two cubicles on either side of them, harboring a yapping Vinny on his phone, and Katherine engrossed in her bookkeeping tasks. Babe’s movement is subtle as they sink lower in their chair, and stretch their arms beneath their desktop to flick on the fan to its highest setting. Another glance back and forth. More nonsense gabs from Vinny. Even more sounds of filing papers from Katherine. They are sandwiched in a personal hell, but the heavy dress pants and turtleneck strangling their figure may be to blame for that.

Relieving wool gloves from their hands has grown to be an orgasmic experience for Babe. One of the few things they miss about working remotely is the pleasure of joining video meetings half-naked, and feel content with the fact that their colleagues are none the wiser about what their lower half is lacking. In this office full of prying eyes and passive-aggressive chatter, though, the simple act of baring their hands fills them with equal amounts of pleasure and shame of a lambasted stripper.

Babe’s eyes cascade over the swoops and strikes of black ink on skin, written in their spoken language but still holding no significant meaning—the lines embedded in their palm act as lines on ruled paper.

Sm Tourn @ Davey’s Fri 8

Buy milk, almost out

DO NOT DRINK MILK IN FRIDGE!

For whatever reason, the person who left these notes for themself also found it apropos to doodle a smiley face below the crease of their thumb. Babe stiffens at the tickling sensation on their opposite hand and draws their attention toward the writing slowly appearing on it. It’s messier than chicken scratch with some typos, like every other message this person leaves for them to discover, but Babe’s witnessed these messages long enough to decode them, or at the very least, try to.

The first time their parents discovered the writing on their skin, it couldn’t have come at a worse time. They were freshly tween, overflowing with naivety and curiosity, and they assumed their anonymous messenger was too. Babe’s father clocked them at the dinner table and demanded they show him their hand, where a “naughty” word written in bold lettering was spelled out on four out of five of their knuckles. Any excuse Babe mustered in that moment would have been a lie because they were still clueless as to how random notes appeared on their skin, or who the person writing them was.

They chalked it off as a word they heard from their classmates, but it didn’t satisfy their parents in the slightest. Babe missed a whole week's worth of Pokémon and Spongebob on the family television and held that grudge for as long as they could remember. But with no face or name to target their anger towards, they learned that stewing was pointless. Soapy water was the obvious solution in Babe’s mind. Just scrub hard enough and there would be no proof, right? Wrong. Whatever mystical power is embedded in this ink, or Babe’s skin, allows it to last twenty-four hours when fighting against soap, stain sticks, or even concealer. From that point on, Babe wrestled themselves into floor-length bottoms and long-sleeves up until high school graduation.

They’ve struggled falling asleep at night, trying to view this anomaly as a “gift”. Nobody else they’ve come across has poorly drawn Star Trek characters or names of midwest emo bands littering their epidermis like a composition notebook. Not to mention the person distributing these excerpts of their life–who are they? Do they know they’re capable of something like this? Do they even know Babe exists, and ponders the consequences of this condition in their life, and cries at the reminder that they can never purchase that crop top on sale or be stared at walking down the beach with a sweatshirt on?

Babe is broken out of their spiraling thoughts by Madelyn’s request to fetch the mail from the lobby. They didn’t catch the particular reason, but their ears perked up at the words “big check we need to run.” Babe feels invisible strings urging their eyes to roll and fights them, seizing the pair of gloves and bustling towards the nearest elevator. Once upon a time, Babe would take any excuse to waltz down the seventeen flights of stairs to dilly dally. But that was before their thoughts became consumed with dying of heat stroke between concrete walls and cotton layers.

Babe finds solace in the empty elevator, and decides to savor the feeling of bare hands in every way imaginable by cracking their knuckles, reaching them up to the fluorescent lights of the lift and drenching their skin in the gleam. In seconds, they become clenched fists, clammy and unresponsive at the sound of quickly approaching steps and voice growing in volume.

“Look, I know I left the stove on. I’m sorry, buddy. It was just a little flare up...” In a panic, Babe reaches forward to jab the button to close the doors, and halts at the sight of their hand, covered in more scribbles than before. They reduce themself into the corner, hastily cloaking their hands with the gloves. Amidst putting on the second one, the voice introduces its body in the picture as it squeezes through the elevator doors right before they shut. His phone is situated between his ear and shoulder, as he shuffles through the large stack of paperwork between his hands.

His hands…

Look just like…

“Bye buddy, love you!” His blonde hair swishes against his forehead as he cranes his neck down to end the call. “He’s really trying to turn me into that guy who’s being super loud on their phone in the elevator.” While pocketing his phone, Babe’s eyes follow his hands, scribbled in black. He retrieves a pen from behind his ear, uncaps it with his mouth and lets the ballpoint make contact with his skin before he begins writing. Babe feels the familiar tickle, but is too in shock to respond. Halfway through his latest entry, he shakes the pen violently with a grunt. “Damn, this thing’s getting low on ink.”

Through his peripheral vision, the blonde peeks over at the second set of hands in the elevator, and notices some writing peeking out from the half-worn glove overtaking Babe’s left hand. “Another avid notetaker, I see. My friends can’t stand it when I write on my skin. They say it's a one way trip to ink poisoning. But it’s saving the trees, right?” Again, the nervous chuckle floats through the space, and then awkward silence. Babe’s lips remain parted in awe, too caught up in the current revelation to grab hold of anything as the elevator’s motor stutters and comes to a sudden halt. Before they could tumble to the floor, his coated hands caught them amidst their teetering. Blue eyes pooling with an intimidating level of concern, stare them down.

“Aw man, I think the elevator got stuck. Hey, are you alright?” The eyes flicker down, and the man appears to harbor the same revelation as Babe when he further inspects the writing on their hand. At least, they thought…

“No way! You like Star Trek too?”

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[radioroxx]

*slides you $500 in monopoly money* spare deets about the isafrin kids? i love them soooooooo much and would love love love to know even more!!!

like!! how did they get wished into existence? were they just There one day as small kids, or did they come as babies? did aurore come first and then eile? and isafrin!!! they look different!!?!!?! love love love love postcanon designs and would love to hear your thoughts on them (and! their bonding earrings??)

I WROTE THIS OUT AND REALIZED HOW STUPID LONG IT IS SO. ITS GOING UNDER A CUT. WOWZERS

Ok first- WISH BABIES!!!

uh. uhm. uh

ahah. oops!!

though we did get to discussing a few options after getting this ask (more like. i. asked them. and they provided. im not the thinker in this group. hehe!)

(@chromatasia )

for context on this one- i believe a while ago we also talked about wishing involving sacrificing? the idea of givinf up a piece of yourself (sometimes physically, like hair) to help power a wish! or link yourself to it?

a second option (three whole screenshots…)

(@unregisteredskybox )

carve your own baby!! yay!

general idea for our fankids though is that yes, they were created super young. and as babies. so aurore wouldve been crafted a few years before eilé :)

so yea ur two options <3 pick i guess lol. i dont have a solid idea there.

the second half of your questions- yes!! isafrin! theyre older and different!! wahoo!

the older isafrin designs were moreso. i wanted to have a little fun and made them. lawl. but now i get an excuse to share anyway :) so here!!

numbered the details to make it a lil easier. also dont mind these r quick scribbles,,

1- general outfits and stuff. siffrins i wanted to keep mostly similar to how i usually draw them. sleeveless top, horrible and unnecessary amount of belts,, knowing that hes maybe not as eager to change as some others might be. they are comfortable in their style and thats what matters. for isabeau i wanted to keep a familiar vibe, but still change it up. i think he would still wear clothes that are flowy-er etc etc, buuut yeayeayea. not an outfits guy really so jfkf theyre pretty simple.

2- themb!! they look different! siffrins hair is longer obv obv, and no lightless dye anymore. they tie it back usually, but he still likes it long. also some facial hair. important to me. (you may also notice lack of eyepatch,, personal hc that siffrin gets more comfortable without it after making up with bonnie some more. that he maybe depending on it a lot because he thought it would make them uncomfortable, which theyyy dont have to worry about. anymore! so less eyepatch. sometimes still though). isa on the other hand looks mooostly the same! except. ofc. bigger beard. you guys should know i love my beards by now. lawl. other than that mostly the same,, physical pain in me trying to think of a different hairstyle for him… maybe in the future but for now he gets This.

3- new cloak-thing for sif! his regular cloak is probably much more well suited for the travelling lifestyle, much less the domestic stay-at-home lifestyle, soo they changed it up! (and totally not an excuse for isabeau to try out craft stitching nooo definitely not as practice for the future whaat who said that.) they will still wear the old cloak occasionally, buuut not as often as they used to.

4- finally! bonding earrings!!! yes! the designs themselves are pretty simple. squares and change symbols for the design sif made for isa, and a star with bits that go ding-ding that isa made for sif. more importantly, siffrin carved the earrings himself! it is. hard. to do that. a design that is so small. there were many failed attempts and scraped ideas but they got it done! and isa loves them very much. for isas design, the main star part is glass, and the dangling bits are carved gems (picture isabeau, panicking because this is siffrin hes making these for so it needs to be perfect. and he gets odile to help him, because despite all the teasing she is ofc very fond, and helps him out with that aspect of the design.)

ok thats all - bye bye bye

[asukamood]

Promotion (Dream & Finch)

***

I am done with Hacker’s birthday one-shot so I can finally focus on other Dreamswap stuff! If anyone was wondering, I am going to continue some series I have going on but for now, take this little treat!

(Finch is underappreciated, try to change my mind, I dare you.)

By the way, if anyone had noticed a downgrade in my writing abilities then no you did not (I’m wholeheartedly blaming school on that for screwing my brain up.)

Enjoy your reading!

***

Warnings: Death threat, strong language, mentioned assassination attempt

Timeline: Finch, ever since his AU’s rescue, has been working as a simple officer for JR. The current captain of justice, captain Smith, is his superior and has taken him under his wing along with his former training officer Lopez.

Synopsis: “My Lord, may I suggest someone to you? I know that my words might carry little value, but I think they are worth hearing out.” Captain Smith said, making Dream pause, lifting his head to stare at him.

“Proceed.” The captain put his hat back on his head, thanking him with a nod.

“His name is Finch Hendrikson.” Dream’s eye twitched at the mention of the officer’s name but he did not say anything, letting the other continue. “He has joined our ranks fairly recently as an officer but that young man has talent, and I do believe that he has the potential to become a great captain someday.”

***

“You wish to take your leave?” Dream repeated, finally lifting his head from the paperwork spread out on his desk.

The other nodded, his hat pressed against his heart. “Yes, my Lord. I am getting quite rusty, and I fear that I might soon be unable to fulfill my duties to you.”

“That is a valid cause of concern yes.” He pulled out an empty sheet of paper, scribbling on it about the current situation they were facing. “I will get your payment for your last month the day of your retirement. Is it okay with you if I schedule it for next week? I still need to find a way to fill that opening you just created.” He muttered the last part, loud enough however for the other to hear.

“My Lord, may I suggest someone to you? I know that my words might carry little value, but I think they are worth hearing out.” Captain Smith said, making Dream pause, lifting his head to stare at him.

“Proceed.” The captain put his hat back on his head, thanking him with a nod.

“His name is Finch Hendrikson.” Dream’s eye twitched at the mention of the officer’s name but he did not say anything, letting the other continue. “He has joined our ranks fairly recently as an officer but that young man has talent, and I do believe that he has the potential to become a great captain someday.”

“How long has he been working under you?” He leaned on his chair, straightening up as he crossed his arms around his chest.

“Around three years, Lord Dream.” He answered.

“During these three years, has he ever shown any suspicious behavior?” The captain shook his head, smiling.

“No sir, he’s the most pure-hearted boy I’ve ever seen.” Dream nodded, reaching for his cell phone.

“Very well, I will conduct some more research on him later, but I am willing to give him a chance.” The captain’s smile widened at hearing that.

“I am pleased to hear that, my Lord. I promise this will be worth your time.” Dream stood up; his phone raised to his ear.

“You are dismissed, captain. Go back to your unit.” The man bowed down before leaving the room.

***

The next day, beginning of shift

“Officer Hendrikson?” Smith called out as he noticed the young man with the scar on his eye coming. Said one lifted his head, nodding as a greeting as he came over.

“Yes, sir? Is there anything you need?” Smith smiled brightly as he pat his shoulder affectionally.

“You are not going to be with Officer Lopez today, she’s sick.” Finch looked a bit disappointed at the news but said nothing. “I’ll transfer you to another team of mine, I hope you don’t mind that?”

Finch shook his head. “No, sir. There is no problem with that.”

“Perfect!” He clapped his hands, content. “If my memory serves me right, that team should be getting some new blood today, how do you feel about trying that young recruit the ropes? My planned training officer told me he had to take the day off to take care of his daughter today so we’re still missing one.”

Finch blinked in surprise, before frowning. “Sir, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean--” He sighed. “I would be honored to do this for you, but I only recently finished my training myself. Are you sure I am up for the task?”

Smith scoffed. “Don’t underestimate yourself Finch, I am certain that you have the capacity to do that.”

Finch nodded, not seemingly convinced by his words. “What is the name of this new recruit?”

“It’s Banes, you might also be careful with her, I heard from one of my officers that she was really clumsy.” Finch brought out a notepad, writing down the information as he listened.

“Very well, I won’t let you down sir.”

Smith smiled. “I’m sure you won’t, officer Hendrikson.”

***

“Officer Banes?” Finch called out, a young woman jumping to her feet as she heard.

“Yes, sir!” She enthusiastically exclaimed to which three other people behind her raised an eyebrow, looking at each other as they wondered if they looked as energetic back in the day as they took long sips of coffee.

“Greetings.” He said as he walked over to her. “I’m Officer Hendrikson, the one who will oversee you today. Before we begin anything, do you have any question?”

The rookie shook her head no. “No, sir.”

“Very well.” He thought about how his first day went, recalling that the officer he was assigned to had him prepare their ‘shop’ or so that is how he had called their car back then. “Would you mind getting the shop prepared then? Do you know where to get the equipment?”

Officer Banes nodded enthusiastically, beaming. “Yes, I can do that!” She then ran away.

Finch honestly was happy she was this eager to start the day.

However, that did not change the fact she was running in the wrong direction.

He sighed as he ran after her, noting how fast she was.

That was a strength that could eventually come in handy. After all, a lot of what they did usually consisted of running after suspects and criminals.

As the day progressed, Finch noticed that Officer Banes was making a lot of mistakes. That was only natural, considering that it was her first day at the job, but he could not help but note how her mistakes ranged from plain stupid to the most subtle ones.

The frequency of them also shocked him and the anticipation he would sometimes catch also quite odd. However, he chose not to ask questions and simply pointed out her mistakes and provided a solution to them. She would nod at his explanations and seemed to catch up quickly, never making the same mistake twice once he had pointed them out.

Perhaps, he should have been more suspicious of that behavior, but he ultimately decided to move past it, feeling like it would be best for him to.

As the clock hit 12 a.m., another officer walked toward the duo, introducing himself as the officer originally assigned to the newbie. He shook Finch’s hand, thanking him profusely for substituting for him and apologizing for any inconvenience.

After he reassured him that it was no issue, family always comes first after all, Officer Banes and the other left him alone, chatting quietly as they walked away.

It was about time he headed for lunch; he promised the captain to report how the training went over lunch anyway. He began walking toward the cafeteria only to stop dead in his tracks as he passed by a certain corridor.

The architecture of the Justice Reigns’ headquarters was... confusing, to say the least. Every hallway, while each linked to one another, when put together was a real labyrinth.

If people usually got lost in the halls, it was also perfect to hide somewhere and discuss things you would not want others to overhear. It seemed to be the case there and unfortunately for them, Finch seemed to be just in earshot for the conversation to be heard from where he was standing.

“Fuck that damn organization!” Finch stopped dead in his tracks, slowly looking at the source of the noise.

Another man shushed the first one. “Quiet down, will you? Just because we are not filmed here does not mean that nobody can hear us!” He reminded the other, whispering aggressively. From where Finch was standing, he could make out three silhouettes in the hallways.

He decided to move a little closer, ensuring that he would be out of view from those three.

“He’s right.” The one on the right whispered back. “If anyone finds out we plan on poisoning Lord Dream then we’re going to get into serious trouble.”

Finch had to shut his jaw tightly not to make any noise or at the very least jump at their throat. He needed to gather more information.

“Ugh, this whole thing would have been way easier if we could have just gathered more people to help carrying that plan.” Finch advanced again, looking at where their badges would usually be. Thankfully, he managed to gather their three names as they continued to speak.

Eventually, they walked away from their original location, allowing Finch to leave the area as well without being caught eavesdropping. He quickly joined the captain, who had already been waiting for him.

Once he noticed the younger officer entering the room, he immediately waved at him. Finch hurried in his direction and Smith did not even have the time to greet him as Finch had already begun speaking.

“Sir, could I talk to you in private?” At his expression, Smith’s smile quickly faded away as he nodded.

“Of course, follow me.” The duo moved to a quieter place. “What is it?”

Finch looked over his shoulders twice, making sure no one was overhearing before he began speaking. “I caught three officers speaking of attempting to poison Lord Dream.”

Smith’s eyes immediately narrowed. “That’s a pretty grave accusation you are making here, Officer Finch. Are you sure of what you are saying?”

Finch nodded. “Yes, would you like me to give you more details?”

“Pray tell.” He wrote down everything Finch had to offer before lifting his head. “Do you have any evidence that this conversation happened? Like CCTV footage or a recording?”

Finch paused and resisted the urge to facepalm. How could he have forgotten to do that? He regrettably shook his head no.

“Very well, I will bring up the incident later. Thank you for notifying me.”

***

Later that day, he was called to Dream’s office.

Thinking that he was simply going to be asked about the incident that he reported earlier, he walked calmly toward the man’s office, albeit a bit nervous. No matter how convinced he was that he did nothing wrong, he could not help being nervous about standing face to face with the organization's leader.

Typically, officers like him never got the chance to ever interact with him. They would listen to his speeches like a normal citizen but never have a discussion. That privilege was reserved for the higher-ups.

He could hope that things would go smoothly as he knocked at the imposing wooden doors.

He stood there, waiting, his arms tucked behind his back. Eventually, the door clicked open, bright golden wings poking out of the room before the owner appeared before him, as imposing as captain Smith had described him to be.

“You must be Officer Hendrikson.” He said, stepping aside and opening the doors wider. “Please come in, I have been waiting for you.”

“Thank you, my Lord.” He entered the room after a brief bow, the older man locking the door behind them.

He retreated behind his desk, gesturing for Finch to get in front of him. “Captain Smith informed me of a scheme made to assassinate me and told me that you were the one to report it.” He began, eyeing Finch with an unreadable expression. “He told me you were able to identify the potential perpetrators?”

Finch nodded. “Do you know of anyone who might have listened in to the conversation?” He shook his head.

“No one else did, to my knowledge. There was no one in the area that I was standing in, and I could not see anyone else at the other end of the hallway.”

“I see.” Dream hummed; his eyes narrowed. “Officer Hendrikson, would it bother you if I were to ask you another question?”

Was it him or was the atmosphere getting heavier by the second?

“Not at all, what can I do for you?” As soon as Finch ended his sentence, he blinked and found himself looking straight at a Glock.

He froze in shock, Dream’s eyes cold as he stared at the other man. “How can I know you were not one of said suspects before you chickened out on them? Captain Smith told me you were on your way to the cafeteria when you just so happened to overhear their conversation, and no one else was around to testify in your favor. Now, is that not absurdly convenient?”

Finch stiffened at the accusation, gulping as the gun seemed to stare him down. He had to say something, and fast. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his rapid heart rate.

“You are right, I am unable to offer any proof of my innocence in this matter but my words. When I joined Justice Reigns, I swore under oath to stay loyal to you and all the people we help every day. I plan on fulfilling this promise I made to you and myself but if this reassurance is not enough to satisfy you, I would be glad to let you pull the trigger here and now to prove my loyalty and my honor as an officer.”

He lifted his head to look at the other man’s unfazed gaze. Truth be told, he was scared to feel the bullet pierce his chest, but if that was the price to show the other his gratitude for everything, he would gladly accept it.

Dream stayed with his arm raised and his index hovering over the trigger before he smiled, redirecting the gun toward the ceiling before pulling the trigger. Only a click was let out.

“The chamber is empty.” Dream said, smiling at Finch’s expression that was a perfect mix of confusion and shock. The older one lowered the gun before placing it on his desk, crossing his arm as he stared at the other. “While you did not fully pass this test, it is clear to me that captain Smith was right about you.”

“I... What?” Finch was so lost, what was he talking about? “My Lord, I don’t think I understand, what are you talking about?”

“Officer Hendrikson, do you know what the main difference is between an officer’s function and a captain?” Still confused, Finch hesitated.

“The captain ensures both the people’s and the officers’ safety?” Dream nodded.

“In simple terms, yes. The division captain is the one who not only reports to me but is also the one who the officers will naturally come to for advice and guidance, as well as protection. How can a captain who is not even capable of protecting themself ever hope to be capable of protecting the weak, the vulnerable?”

Finch was briefly reminded of the time captain Smith personally came to refute a misdemeanor he was accused of. He quickly shook his head to focus on the conversation he was having.

“Hierarchy is an important pillar of society.” Dream continued. “However, it means nothing when one endangers the other.”

He took the Glock on the desk back, pointing at Finch again. With the knowledge that it could not fire any bullet, Finch relaxed just a little.

“I’m your superior, your employer but the moment I raise a finger or a weapon at you, I become your assailant. No matter what relationship we share—I could be your friend, your grandfather, your coworker—the moment I do this, I become your assailant and potential killer.”

He lowered his gun once more.

“From that point on, it does not matter how much power I hold over you or how much I may mean to you, you fight back. Kill me, if you must. If in a life-or-death situation, you hesitate to do so because of my status, then there is no point in pursuing this career. If my officers cared that much about this hierarchy then half of the criminals imprisoned here would run free.”

Finch nodded as Dream sat down at his desk, inviting Finch to do the same.

“Now, you must be wondering why I am telling you all this.” He crossed his legs. “Officer Hendrikson, after careful consideration of your test results, I have decided to listen to the wise advice of Captain Smith, and I am hereby offering you a promotion.”

Finch was quite positive, his jaw just dropped to the floor. “A... A promotion?”

“Yes, I am offering you to become my next Captain of Justice since the position will open soon.” He replied calmly.

“It’s...” He was at a loss for words. “An honor, really, but what do you mean an opening? Is Captain Smith resigning?”

Dream nodded. “Regrettably, but before leaving he did request that I consider you a candidate for the job.” He chuckled at Finch’s expression. “To answer your upcoming question, I am well aware that you have not sent an application for a promotion. In Justice Reigns, I’m the only one who has the authority to nominate who gets promoted and when. Being a division captain is a far too important role to allow any cocky and power-hungry officer to apply.”

That did make sense. “You also spoke of test results, but I don’t remember taking any?”

Dream looked shocked before chuckling. “You did not realize it yet? Officer Hendrikson, you have been passing test after test today.” Finch’s eyes blew wide open.

“One with your ‘trainee’ to test your knowledge of standard protocols, the way you treated someone of a lower status than you and your capacity to guide them. A second one during lunch with that fake complot against me to test your loyalty—I have enough work as is, I do not have the time to deal with rats in my organization—Another in the second half of your shift to see how you worked and your relationship with your coworkers and finally one with me.” Dream explained, as Finch finally realized that his entire shift was pretty much a test.

“That-- They were all working for the undercover unit, were they not?” Dream smiled.

“I see you’re getting the hang of it. Yes, they were. They acted as examiners and provided me with their critics. Pair that with your bodycam footage and I had an almost perfect way to determine your potential.” He stood up once more.

“I have to say, I am quite impressed with your results. Apart from the inability to draw your gun at me when I threatened to take your life, everything else is perfect.” Finch was unsure of what to do so he only followed his superior with his eyes. “I see what Captain Smith saw in you. Of course, you have every right to refuse the offer, and I will not make you choose today but give it a thought, alright?”

He nodded, standing up again.

“Perfect, for now you are dismissed then.” Finch bowed down to him before leaving the room, feeling way lighter than he had when he first arrived there.

***

“Captain!” Finch called out as he ran toward said one. The older man smiled as he saw him, waving.

“Hi, Lord Dream told me how your exam went.” He pat him on the shoulder. “You did a great job, congratulations on your results.”

Finch could feel himself tear up, but he forced the emotion down.

“Thank you but... are you really going to resign?” Smith looked at him before chuckling.

“What’s with the long face? I’m getting older, it’s only natural that I would end up retiring soon. You still have my contact anyway if you need anything, don’t think this is the last you will see of me.”

“You’re right, my apologies.”

“Anyway, your promotion has to be celebrated one way or another, do you want to go grab a drink?” Finch smiled.

“I would love to.”

[catchyhuh]

What sort of hobbies or interests do you imagine the Gang having (outside thievery or arresting said thieves)? And do they influence the way they go about their usual antics, or are they mostly Unrelated to everything else in their lives? :0c

oohhooohoho this is a good one because i have a small handful of actual canonical hobbies/interests that come up occasionally and then i have the ones that solely exist in my mind palace. at least until tms decides to let a random little shrimp from america take the reins on their most longrunning successful franchise anyway,

lupin:

i can’t remember if i mentioned lupin loves puzzles. wait yes i did in the video game list SORRY I’M ALREADY HAVING TROUBLE REMEMBERING WHAT I HAVE AND HAVEN’T GONE OFF ABOUT but yes in canon lupin LOVES puzzles. less like, jigsaw puzzles, more like shapey puzzles. but hell man if you can get him to sit still long enough he might like a jigsaw one just to pass the time

i think he likes cooking. him, jigen and goemon all seem to really Get it. so count this under all of them, they just love yummy food and occasionally the process of making it too

he likes to draw :) somebody has to be behind all the slightly different variants of his little mascot guy. SOMEBODY has to redraw bank floor plans so they can plan out each tiny step of the heist. somebody has to scribble over his own wanted posters to put funny little devil horns on the image CMON now!!

jigen:

only jigen could be in a fucking arcade theater complex and pull out a fucking crossword puzzle. why is this dude honestly trying to speedrun being a grouchy old man before he even turns 40. i mean no hate, no hate to crossword puzzles, they are cool but i’m more of a wordsearch guy. BUT THERE’S OTHER STUFF TO DO JIGEN!! at least he’s not going for sudoku though

very random but i think he might like sewing in a passive sense. with how particular he is about his hat and really ANY clothes on his person, he probably just picked up a needle one day to fix a tear and then was like Huh. this isn't too bad actually. kinda repetitive and calming. and then the others found out and tried to get him to fix all their stuff too SO HALF PLEASANT AND HALF NOT SO PLEASANT

fujiko:

you may think i’m insane but fujiko must genuinely have some sort of fondness for computers and technology. more than she lets on at least, because. how DO you know how to fly every type of aircraft. how DO you know how to crack into almost any computer firewall? how do you know how to isolate a computer virus as it’s ALREADY corrupted HALF OF THE SYSTEM?? this goes beyond job necessity to me she must really have some hidden underlying passion for this stuff

i think it’d be cute if she took up some kinda journaling. i mean god knows she’s not writing about her FEELINGS in that little leather notebook, and she doesn’t really have the time to commit to like, scrapbook shit (even if she had the time, she’s not sentimental like that) but something simple like “this is a list of m&m variants in order of how disgusting to not disgusting they taste to me <3” with little candy stickers and gel pen hearts drawn in. the next page has a bloodstain on it and the only thing written is “dw about that lol”

goemon:

okay i KNOW i’ve pushed the Arts Enjoyer goe agenda before but i recently saw that part 3 production art again of him chilling with the pottery wheel so i must state, once again, goemon LOVES sculpting shit in all forms. chip away at some rock, throw zantetsuken at a block of wood, actually invest in some clay for fucking once, whatever he uses, he’ll make something pretty good. and even if it wasn’t good it’s still a fun hobby for him. keeps his hands loose but precise

oh my god you know what he would love. dominoes. you know when people make those like crazy long domino strings that form a pattern when they’ve all fallen. if anybody here could have the precision and strangely placed patience to do shit like that it’s definitely this guy

zenigata:

going through this list easily and eagerly typing up little funfacts about things i do know they like outside of their. “jobs” and then slowly realizing as i get to zenigata that i... cannot think of anything he. uh. does for fun. damn. he DOES talk about movies a lil bit from time to time, and knowing his mixture of a freakish eye for detail and also missing the most obvious things ever i bet hearing him talk about a movie is twice as fun as actually watching it. i would pay HUNDREDS to hear him try to explain what he thinks of space odyssey to me

it would be-- i have no reasoning for this but it would be so cute and hilarious if he did like. tiny magic tricks. you know? like card appearing out of thin air, coin behind your ear type shit. tiny stuff he figured out on his brief off time. we know lupin can do little stuff like that too but it'd just be hilarious if zenigata, completely unawarely and unintentionally for once, ended up being better than him at some inconsequential shit like making a pair of keys disappear

and i guess in light of recent discoveries they all like golf. apparently. well. no one is perfect

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questions for da clown: 5, 11, 13 (hehe gale's poetry? mayhap?), and 37!

5. Do they have any tattoos? if so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

nope!! i am sorry to say hiri has absolutely no tattoos (or piercings!!) she is fresh as a baby. afhiri grew up poor and is still incredibly poor and good quality tattoos are very expensive so i don't see them ever being able to afford that. and by the time they get any money (dating a rich wizard from waterdeep......) i do be thinking gale would be like. no.. you cant have a scribble of a cat on ur arm. i know you like tara but that doesnt seem like a Wise decision my love.................. also i know backalley tattoos surely exist but we're also going to say gale says no immediately that shit not hygienic ur gonna get an Infection smh.............

11. Do they have any addictions?

do silly wizards count? got an issue there.......SDFSKLFS

but no, afhiri isn't addicted to anything, not in a traditional sense. they drink recreationally and with access if possible i could see afhiri being insane when high. afhiri has never been high before. actually i think the world wouldnt be able to handle that, lets not entertain the idea before something terrible happens

i would say, as an unhinged shipper, especially post-game, afhiri could be considered addicted to displays of power. bare with me here. from the second she met gale she was into him because she found him fucking hilarious, but it was when gale performed magical feats in front of that she was completely enamoured. now, afhiri is a bard, she can do magic, but its very simple and absolutely not impressive especially since she only uses non-offensive magic (except vicious mockery and bane hehehehe) but compared to gale? something gale isn't shy to say either? now that shit is something, that shit is gorgeous. and she hasn't EVER seen anything like it before. one could say she worshipped him immediately because how could someone do stuff like that? insane. it's insane! and then of course it turns into a disgusting cycle of , do cooler magic to impress clown , clown is impressed and wants more , repeat, repeat, oh no the wizard is doing something illegal, oh no the tief is really excited, oh no is that completely and utterly forbidden magic that no mortal should touch? ohhhhhh .. oh the clown is DOWN.

is that an addiction? me thinks so. me decides so

13. Do they enjoy poetry?

can't believe someone i trust would use discord conversations to target me in such a way.. TWICE.

hello hi a bard and a wizard who likes to try his hand at poetry walk into a bar

now we're gonna be frank here. no poetry afhiri writes is good. one could not even consider it poetry, it doesn't fit the rules. boy is it full of heart though, can't write her off when she is trying so hard (not to do it right, of course, but to be truthful, open, vulnerable? it's there. it's there) so when they do, eventually, share poetry in camp by the fire, afhiri don't know what the fuck gale is saying, and gale is blink slowly like ???? if he didn't know her as well as he did, he might think he's being pranked. it may seem like they are doomed!! doomed to not be poetry lovers!! you would be wrong, my friend

a couple like they whom devotes wholeheartedly and worships them body and soul...... one can love shitty, or incomprehensible poetry.

gale sees the effort in their poetry and can read between the lines to see the feeling there, he's the type who would pin it on the fridge and look at it wistfully every day .

afhiri actively asks what the fuck it means every time. or asks tara if she's closer by. it can take some time for her to get it, but there's always the OHHHHHHHHH. that's hot babe realisation. afhiri keeps every single poem in her backpack. shes gonna be needing a bigger backpack

37. Are they religious? If so do they have a strong sense of faith, are they uncertain, or are they somewhere in between?

answered here !!!

[anonymous-dentist]

And obviously this is a big problem and the Feds are very worried, but like. They can’t exactly call 03 back in for more conditioning, he’s already gone through too much in the past few months since being ‘hired’. They can’t let him die, he’s too useful! Who else is going to do the statistics?? He’s the only one that can actually do math! Worse, killing him would probably end up killing Roier this time, too, and nobody wants to know what’ll happen to them if that happens

Meanwhile Roier has heard about 03 speaking and he’s like. Okay. This is doable.

So he just. Stops reading 03’s books. He says he can’t read, oh no! How sad! No- no, 03, he doesn’t need to go to a doctor, he’s fine, he just can’t read. No, no traumatic brain injury, stop freaking out, Roier just can’t read anymore. Sad!

And so 03 tries signs, just in case. But Roier obviously doesn’t read those, either, and so 03 is stuck having to make some kind of noise to try and get his attention. And it’s terrifying, okay? 03 knows firsthand how easy it is for the Federation to listen in, he’s helped set up the devices to do it. But… it’s harder to be scared when Roier smiles at him like that every time he says something. It could just be a simple whispered “Excuse me” and it’ll be enough to make Roier happy

By this point, Roier has effectively given up on a romantic relationship until Cellbit is healthy and back to normal. He might be down bad, but he wants whatever they have going on to be natural, not because 03 wants him to be happy. He’s a therapist, he’s basically an expert in this kind of stuff. It’ll be a piece of cake once the Federation isn’t breathing down their necks!

Meanwhile poor 03 is still sitting at his desk when Roier isn’t there scribbling into a notebook ‘R03ier’ or some other version of that. He may not be allowed to have dreams, but that doesn’t mean he can’t want to have them.

Somehow I feel like in an au where qCellbit stays under the Federation’s control that he’d somehow still be so ridiculously down bad for qRoier.

Like ElQuackity is putting the work in to try and get Agent 03 to even look at him but, nope. All 03 does is spend his shifts pining after one of the islanders despite the numerous rounds of ‘Treatment’ he’s gone through. It’s sickening

[kedicatt-cotl]

Books of the different cults were very different.

In Darkwood, most of the books were quite simple, written on birch bark with sharp objects like stones. Leshy was never a big fan of writing, and most of his cult was illiterate. He just didn’t see a point in trading materials with his siblings Life in the Green Crown cult was quite chill. Darkwood is rich with resources required for surviving, so the followers always had plenty of free time which they spent to create folklore tales that was passed down generations. They worked on all different kinds of creative crafts including pottery and creating music instruments. Leshy wasn’t a big part of it himself, but he loved the stories and still rememers some of them.

Warlike Heket made sure Anura had enough paper and ink, imported from Shamura’s and Kallamar’s cults. The books were all about the technical stuff, like drawings of weapons and houses and things like most effective hunting tactics. The Yellow Crown cult was all about optimization and perfection. It had lots of great blacksmiths, including Heket herself.

Despite Anchordeep trading ink to the other cults, their land had humidity too high to use real books. They had to scribble things on large flat stones. The Blue Crown cult books had a lot of informations on the useless, shiny and pretty things. They designed decoration and found dozens of uses to the crystal shards, from putting them on rings to using them to make kaleidoscopes. The followers often worked with the other cults and combined the skills in order to make better things. Some of them even left to the Silk Cradle, wrote books and left them there for Shamura to store. Kallamar was never too good at inventing new things, but he always had a good taste in decorating.

Silk Cradle used to trade paper to the other cults. They got ink from Anchordeep and wrote books and scrolls on scientific and philosophical topics. The Purple Crown cult researched anything that could be researched, from dyes to plant types. Shamura was actively participating in the life of his cult. They taught all of his followers himself, leading learning sessions for them every once in a while.

Narinder’s cult and Narinder himself were busy writing about completely different things. Legends have it that the old Red Crown followers were writing made up stories. Most of them are likely destroyed by now, with no one to look after them for ages. Narinder himself was too busy with his experiments to see what exactly his cult was writing. He did all kinds of things, trying to find a way to use the Crown’s power to stop death. Restoring and reattaching bodyparts and bringing bodies back from death after different amounts of time has passed, this was the work of his life quite literally. He wrote multiple books, listing the results of his experiments and how he got to them.

The main issue is - they can’t do it again now. Narinder doesn’t remember what he wrote in enough detail, and Lamb’s skill of using the Crown is not yet good enough to just try and find the new ways anytime soon. Sure, Lamb may be able to resurrect people, but he doesn’t actually know how he does that - the ability was passed to him by Narinder while he controlled the Crown, and Lamb doesn’t have any clear understanding of it.

Narinder and Lamb are searching for those books now, hoping that the information in them would help to heal Narinder’s siblings.

[ectonurites]

how do you make a stamp??? Where do you get the materials for this???

gdfhgf OKAY so it is actually not the most complicated process in the world and you can make a simple stamp with some pretty basic craft supplies! like the actual carving bit can be a little tricky/is something you kinda just gotta practice to get the hang of- but nothing terribly fancy materials-wise is involved.

The Robin one I made (which I imagine is what prompted this ask lmao) was made with the following supplies:

half a pink eraser (like. this is the exact one i had used)

an x-acto knife

a stack of post-it notes (regular paper is probably preferable, i just have a ton of post-its on hand LMAO)

a pencil

a marker (i tried a few different ones i had on hand and was having the most luck with my tombows but other markers would def work too, or alternatively an actual ink pad)

i will make another one to show u the process with these exact materials (also the Robin one is here too just as an example of the finished thing)

(tho pls ignore that that is a used eraser i sanded down a little bit… i didnt have anymore new ones fjdjdh i would in general recommend only doing this with a new one)

the basic steps are:

1. cut eraser down to the size you actually need it (if the design you want to make is already nearly the size of the whole eraser then you don’t need to do this, this is more when doing something smaller)

2. trace around your eraser on a piece of paper, so you know exactly how much space you have to work with

3. draw your design in pencil! don’t worry about it being flipped or anything, just draw it how you want it to appear. if this is your first time doing this, i’d highly recommend sticking to very simple shapes. another thing i’d recommend is to color in darkly the areas you want printed, and leave blank what you’re gonna cut away (or mark with X’s in the blank space, i do that as a reminder personally), to give you an idea of how it’ll actually look

4. line up your eraser with the outline you made earlier, flip the whole thing over, and just scribble on it a ton- making sure you go over all the lines you had drawn on your design. (I folded the paper around the eraser to keep it in place)

5. Take the paper off, and your design should be visible on the eraser flipped from how you originally made it (realizing now my example is mostly symmetrical- but it is flipped)! If it’s too light/not super visible, darken the lines with your pencil on the actual eraser so that it’s clearer as a guide for cutting. (if it’s not visible at all, you can try tracing over your original design again on the unflipped paper while pressing harder/getting more graphite on it, and then repeat the previous step). If your design is symmetrical (or you feel confident in your ability to draw things flipped from how you want them to end up) then you also could just draw directly on the eraser to start with.

6. X-acto time! please please please be careful- especially if you haven’t got much practice using one of these. But basically just cut away all the parts you don’t want to have print- aka what was left blank on your design! (this is the most time-intensive part imo).

7. Once you’re done with that, if you have an ink pad then you’re all set to use your stamp with that! but if you don’t (i didn’t have one with me lmao) then you can just go over your stamp with a marker and then stamp it on stuff! you may need to experiment with pressure while stamping/how much you go over it with the marker/etc before you find what you think looks best, but ya!

woohoo crafts!

[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

read sex education here!

Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.

[radley-rambles]

hi Radley. do you have any advice for methods of plotting? not really structure advice, but literally *how* one might go about settiing out to plot a novel? 😅😅😅

I can! With the caveat that I am not a plotter. Not a good one, at least.

Oh, I think I am. Every time, I lay out my beat-by-beat structure for a book. Every time, I get soooo confident that it weaves together into a perfectly balanced narrative where every action has a clear cause and effect, snowballing into one beautiful avalanche of a finale that will duct-tape my readers' eyeballs to the page.

Every time, I get a quarter through and - wait, who is this character why are they killing the big bad before we even hit the Call To Action?????

So, uh. With that in mind, as well as the usual disclaimer (what works for me may not work for you, all writing advice is subjective, etcetera)...

My n#1 plotting method =

1 x big bit of paper

4-5 x colourful pens

1 x vague idea

First off, you gotta figure out what sort of story you want to tell. My mind is the equivalent of paint water swirling down the drain after art class. I am clinically incapable of forming a single coherent thought; it's all just swooshy. I need to write stuff down in order to wrangle my brain into order!

So, I just splooge out a billion vaguely interconnected ideas that shoot off in all sorts of whacky directions (the adhd helps, I suspect).

I scribble them all over a big sheet. Character concepts. Conflict concepts. Worldbuilding. Dramatic betrayal scenes. Moods. Tones. Themes. Literally anything. I follow any tangent I want - the important part is getting all down in a (somewhat) legible fashion.

Then you edit that shit into coherence.

I usually go over these sheets the next day and copy out the good parts, grouping them into clumps (so, all the character concepts together, all the worldbuilding ideas together....). I cut out A LOT of dross on the way. My writing process is similar (overwriters and overthinkers unite!) and I've found that it's easier to let loose restraint and edit later, rather than trying to nail anything on the first try!

So, I have several lists of cool shit I want to shoehorn into my book. By this point, we're usually talking a dramatic finale, some sort of 'mood' that I want the story to end on, the overall vibes, some rudimentary worldbuilding, and at least the skeletal structure of my main characters.

Then it's time to flesh out, baby!

I still have my notes from Dressage Dragons and (edited a little for clarity) they look something like this:

Two main characters, one rich, one poor; one very feminine, one gnc butch. Both love their dragons more than anything else and have  only one or two significant relationships with other humans. THEY HATE EACH OTHER [why? BACKSTORY HERE]

Themes of: rivalry developing into crushes, perfectionism and ambition, class conflicts, the different ways that loneliness, depression and grief manifest...

Gay gay very gay

Explorations of the Not Like Other Girls attitude in relation to gnc women who have been bullied their entire lives by the 'other girls'

Big competition for entry into [??? dragon riding school? worldbuild this shit... what’s the history of dragon riding in this world?]

Main characters almost ruin each other's chances in the competition but gradually grow to respect each other [how???? Why??? Some sort of threat makes them work together - but what?]

AH WHAT IF DRAGONS ARE BEING STOLEN AND THEY ALSO HAVE TO STOP IT AND THIS SUBPLOT BECOMES THE CENTRAL PLOT

EPIC BIG FINAL SCENE WHERE [spoilers]

should finish on a hook for book 2, with a sense of [spoilers]

did I mention gay

While deceptively simple, I had to toss out a lot of other ideas to hit this point! But this was the wire frame over which the messy papier mache sculpture grew.

As you can see, there’s a lot of blank space still to fill in! Don’t be afraid to ask yourself questions and come back to them later.

Once I had this collection of ideas, I could dig deeper into the characters, the specific beats and moments of growth I wanted them to hit, the development of their relationship throughout the book, and how that would feed into the plot - all building towards an awesome finale.

Best of luck, sweet nonnie!

[angxlslasher]

Headcanons for Samara James

CW: Mentions of PTSD, sleep terrors, and killing

🔪She has sleep terrors! She has battled this since leaving home, often dreaming of past abuse and the first kill she had— While the first murder was freeing, the events that led up to it were traumatic. That fight for life or death, not knowing if she could push herself to do it, and his face… That sickening grin, the way his clammy hands choked her, and the knife slide into his throat… PTSD can be a bitch.

🔪She is a singer, but not classically trained. While she can sing softer melodies, she much prefers a more heavy rock approach with vocal fry and screaming since, well, she’s filled with anger :D She’s just an angry lil thing and finds singing to be a good way to let out some frustration. If I had to say what her voice sounds like, I imagine it’s similar to this.

🔪As mentioned in her introduction post, she is a sucker for karaoke of any kind. When she was little, she would sing along to her favorite Disney movies, so singing karaoke reminds her of those times.

🔪While she does travel often to see new sights and kill creeps along the way, deep down, she wants to find a ‘home’. She doesn’t need a grand house or lots of money, she just wants security and peace. But as the old saying goes… There’s no rest for the wicked. She’s stuck in an endless loop of ‘if I don’t do this, then who will?’ and feels deeply responsible for getting rid of the creeps that prey on the innocent.

🔪Affection? What’s that?? She’s a touch starved, clueless baby when it comes to any kind touch, action, or any term of endearment. She is one of those people that, when touched gently, she will still flinch and lean away. Not only because of past experiences, but because she has gone nearly her whole life without gentleness and her brain has convinced her that any touch = bad.

🔪With that being said, Samara is… not the best when it comes to comforting others. She’s a bit awkward with emotions and anything to do with them, so if a friend is crying or upset, she will probably just pat their back a few times while muttering “There, there…” She would be the type to suggest trying murder to cope since it works for her, but she understands not everyone wants to go to such extremes.

🔪She still loves to read, but doesn’t have much time to pick up a book now due to her constantly being on the move. On the occasion that she’s staying at a motel or a tent she carries with her, she’ll pull out a comfort book she carries around. She feels like, if her life had taken a different turn, she would’ve liked to be a writer.

🔪She sends postcards from different places she’s been with short scribbled messages like ‘this place is hot as hell’ or even a simple ‘this place fuckin’ sucks’. There will be rare instances, though, where she may something nicer along the lines of ‘thought you’d like this’ or ‘this made me think of you’.

🔪She is dead to the world in the morning unless she’s had some sort of caffeine, preferably coffee. She doesn’t care if it’s sweet, with or without cream, or anything— she just wants a cup of coffee and would literally kill for it.

🔪However, she’s not much of a breakfast person. Give her some coffee and toast and she’s set until lunch.

A/N:This is just some stuff off the top of my head, so it’s all for now! I hope y’all enjoy!

Taglist: @cries-in-latino, @rottent33th, @the-pinstriped-hood, @allthingsblood

Just let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist!

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[imjeralee]

Not the same anon but I really liked your adhd hcs! Could you the same but with Diluc, Kaeya and Xiao please? (could you also add the fact s/o absolutely can't focus for shit on anything more than 5s before zoning out and they tend to be overstimulated very easily by their environment lol)

hi anon!! thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it :) Not a problem, I guess this can be a part 2 ehe. I hope you like this one too. Please see below - 

Diluc

You’re actually one of the best workers he has in Dawn Winery, because you’re efficient and smart and bustling around like ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

But you do tend to zone out a lot and sometimes you end up working so late into night and you don’t realise it but you had forgotten to eat dinner so you go to the kitchen and it’s like 3am and Diluc is there because he works late too and he’s also just finally getting the chance to eat so you are always having food together whilst everyone else is asleep :3

At work though, if you had forgotten to do something such as paying the bills, no worries, Diluc has a backup plan - the maids usually help with this 

You usually ramble away to Diluc about anything you think of, even when he’s working at his desk. He’ll just be sitting silently and occasionally throwing you glances every now and then as you pace the study up and down and gesture with your hands. You know he’s listening. 

You may be messy, but the maids help clean up after you 

If you can’t focus, Diluc will help organise your day because he is organised himself and has lots of deadlines and also he has trustworthy employees like Adelinde and Connor who can help come up with a schedule for you on a daily basis but Diluc keeps you close by his side which also means you most likely do a lot of things together and you work/stay very closely with him

In order to help you stay focused and on task, he wants you to accomplish one thing at a time and often Diluc will do this with you personally 

If he was in the middle of doing something else, he will pause to head over to assist you. If he’s not able to, he’ll get Connor or Adelinde to help

When you’re overstimulated because there’s too many people visiting the Winery or feeling really uncomfortable in general and your thoughts are darting all over the place, Diluc will take your hand and lead you away and to your special, quiet place where you can just focus on him and look at his face which helps you gradually relax and calm down

You might zone out a bit when he starts talking but then you notice the intricate details on the buttons of his shirt and the buckle on his belt and you’re like ‘cool’…. And start pressing your fingers over them and he’s like “…….”

He still loff you a lot though 

Kaeya

Somehow everything you lose always end up in his possession??? Like you might go up to him and go ‘Kaeya! I lost my sword! I don’t know what happened to it! Its just disappeared!!” And he will just whip it out from behind his back and be like “You mean.... this sword?” And you’ll be like “YESSSS gimme.”

“Nuh-uh, not yet.”

“Whaaaat?”

“You have to give me a kiss first.”

“Okay.”

It’s actually pretty cool and reassuring because you have no idea how he does it

And this is the kind of relationship you have with him so you’re never bored around him because of how unpredictable he is 

You tend to zone out a lot so he likes making up little puzzles and brain teasers for you whenever you’re with him and keeping you guessing all the time

If you ask a question he’ll answer your question with a question. Can be either infuriating or very stimulating. Hmm.

Also enjoys telling you ghost stories 

I suspect you and Kaeya may actually be a pretty messy duo because you’re both busy with knightly duties and shit and your house will be utter chaos. Kaeya has arranged for a knight to come around twice a week to clean up tho

He loves to act as your own personal assistant and remind you of things so you don’t forget, usually by coming up behind you and leaning down to whisper in your ear 

If you zone out again, he’ll feed you some candy or hold your hand so you can play with his long fingers and the studs on his gloves or he’ll make little ice crystals with unique patterns and make them float around in the air for you 

He’ll also allow you to play with his ponytail

He’s quiet on his own so he’ll be a good listener

When you are experiencing sensory overload, Kaeya will usually sort it out for you one way or another. You’re in good hands. Then you will go and take a nap together.

Xiao

Xiao is your mentor. He speaks so fluently and to the point and also expects you to be clear and concise when dealing with him and so unceremoniously end up helping you organise your own thoughts 

Otherwise, you might zone out often and very easily because there’s too many things going on in Wangshu Inn and it’s too much to handle but then the smell of almond tofu being cooked in the kitchen helps kick you back to reality and you’ll realise Xiao was standing there by your side the entire time 

Ok ok so we know from Ganyu that Xiao is punctual and hates tardiness so he’s good at reminding you about appointments/deadline if needed.

I mean he will drill this into your brain with an iron fist. Defy him if you dare

It also means he will inevitably come up with some practises and teach you how to be mindful, how to increase your awareness and also various breathing exercises

Aside from that, he will notice you lose things a lot esp when he finds random stuff littering the Wangshu Inn ranging from cheese and vials of whopperflower nectar so he will keep an eye on you from now on.

Or if he’s not around, he will ask Verr Goldet to take note of what you lost so she can easily and quickly replace it thanks to Wangshu Inn’s connections

Xiao observes what you do on a regular basis from the shadows and then returns to the inn and also ask Verr Goldet to check up on you every now and then and remind you when it’s time to eat because he noticed you often forget to eat

One day you might return to your room and discover that he’s actually left some food for you and there this note on it with the word “EAT” scribbled on it 

Your impulsiveness and the hectic and chaos that surrounds you works well with him because it’s not like he has a schedule either, I mean he often turns up in your room at 4am after fighting so many demons after 3 days straight and he’s in agony from all that bad karma but there’s you and you’re awake because obv you forgot to do something and went back to it hours later but now that he’s here and in your presence and you want to talk to him about your day and he’ll be listening to everything

And listening to your voice and the way you speak is actually really soothing/comforting to him and even makes his pain goes away

Then you’ll remember what you were doing and rush off and he’ll be back up and running and go off to destroy more demons so the world can sleep better at night 

or if he’s free, you drag him outside to go on an adventure and explore the area around the inn and beat up some hilichurls 

If you have some trivial task to do and need his help, he’ll just offer his assistance at no cost, quite simple as that

During his free time, he’ll try to find out more about stim toys to help you. 

Xiao will learn what triggers your overstimulation and purposefully help you avoid it or get rid of the problem before it actually happens.