in the luz walker timeline. wtf if hunters reaction
like obviously camila thinks it’s His kid and i can tooootally see him just like playing along to that to fuck with her and everyone in the castle and then in private being like. ok luz. what the fuck is going on
he also absolutely finds a way to use this to torture amity (affectionately)
god i hadn't even thought about it. honestly i think hunter would ALSO think it's his baby, at least as far as DNA goes, & assume it was some kind of accident with wild magic. because wild magic can do infinite weird shit & there's no telling what kind of stuff glyph magic can summon.
this explanation, unlikely as it is, seems the most sensible. because the other option is that luz made a secret wild magic baby with his DNA without Telling him, which would be uh. such an advanced breakdown he absolutely should have noticed it.
though let's not discount the comedy potential of hunter thinking luz stole the baby from somewhere. a la that one episode of how i met your mother. where barney shows up with a baby out of Nowhere:
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I saw some comments of Italians saying that in the beginning of last season, when ferrari had their first issues, charles still sound positive and hopeful in the post race interviews. And now in the interview after the first race he already sounds apathetic and defeated like seb and alonso were before. Like he already realized this isn't going to work.
I don't know about that. Obviously it's a big shock (derogatory) and disappointment to unexpectedly DNF in the very first race of the season (especially if it was preventable) so he's hardly going to be all smiles in the immediate aftermath. I believe the drivers are expected to head straight to the media pen after a DNF, which means he basically didn't have a chance to speak to anyone from the team before heading to the media, save for Andrea, who knows about as much as Charles does. His first DNF in 2022 came in Barcelona, at a time where they had a much more competitive car from day 1 and it looked like they could still turn things around pretty easily (Max was ahead by 6 points after that race and that's after RB swapped the cars; had Checo won the race, Charles would've still had the lead in the standings.)
Whereas in this race Ferrari already knew they were on the back foot relative to Red Bull, and that podium was much-needed for the team. So obviously the frustration and disappointment is going to show. However, he looked pretty happy in the pics from his visit to the factory today, so I think the motivation is still there. I remember seeing quotes going around of Charles admitting he's feeling better in the car than he did during testing, so that's already a tentative positive. They supposedly have all this straight line speed banked, so it'll be interesting to see how they'll do on a track where tyre degradation is less of an issue, plus the rumoured wing upgrades...
There's been a lot of defeatism going around, both from the fans but perhaps more surprisingly from the teams themselves, after just one race that probably wasn't all that representative. Remember, some people really, truly believed the season was already decided after Australia last year. Does it look like more of an uphill climb this year compared to last season? Yes, no doubt. But to publicly throw in the towel, like Mercedes is doing, after one race? All this talk of this being the longest-ever season of F1 and people are just shrugging and writing it off. Sure, it looks predictable from where we're standing today, but it's still F1 and there's always a possibility of crazy unexpected shit happening. 🤷🏻♀️
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I never sent an ask before 😭, but I need to share my love for the last fic with you! 🫶🏻
It feels weird to have reached the end, like already!? But I gotta say that it was really good. I was so intrigued by Jungkook's part since the beginning, I knew he would be the end boss 😼
Can I say it ended simply (even though there was the apparition of the demon of demons! 😳) ? I mean it in the best way possible because I love how it ended! I just feel like OC and the boys (despite their hatred for each other 🤣) got attached... They've been through a lot and Jungkook still has kind of a special bound with her after all. True enemies to lovers (the "lovers" hasn't happened yet, but I believe that after her becoming their personal sex slave, dare I say 🫣, it will eventually happen). It was the perfect ending, truly.
I like how despite her own will she literally became addicted to them! 🤭 The kneeling part!? Waah, you blessed my soul because I can't resist that kind of stuff 🥹 She'll be named Seven, I assume? Call me weird, but I find this so cute!
Honestly, bravo! Writing a series takes a lot of time and energy and it's something not a lot of people can do. I understand that you may not continue it, except for little drabbles and requests and I want to say that it's totally okay 🥰 Creativity needs to be explored and I wish you to have plenty inspiration to start something new!
I talk a lot, but I can't say less! Have a good day, mwah 💋 xox
WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN WITH THIS?! Peachy! May I call you Peachy?
PEACHY!
I did originally plan for Namjoon to be the final boss but I thought it'd be more interesting if she said fuck this and tried to take Jungkook's soul. I was totally sweating whether or not the ending would be received well but I wanted to have it sort of open for me to be able to do more with them later. Possibly take requests even to explore the enemies to lovers part, that's a brilliant idea!!
Yes! Jungkook's bond with her is special since he promised her his soul. I wanted to portray the idea you connect yourself with the demon you make a deal with, I'm glad you saw that! The others as well, like finally coming to terms with your inner demon that's been making your life miserable for so long.
I'm so glad you find the name Seven cute because, SAME! I thought it would be a fitting name to solidify the fact that MC is owned by the group and Jungkook is a little shit lol.
Thank you so much for the well wishes I appreciate you taking the time to send me this ask!! I'm so pumped to share more of my ideas with you all.
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been having ellie williams eating pussy fixation lately, with references to a breeding kink (on readers side).. and breeding denial (on ellie's side).. self-indulgent tbh. witerally just a quickly written drabble. might elaborate another time. [ellie img from claymorrr on pinterest.] here we go! ☆
"E-Ellie— fuck, need 'ur fingers."
An airy sea, darksome and stuffy, eats the glass behind your thin curtains. In turn, the nooks that escape even the most most lurid of light in daytime, have shifted into that sea. Utterly. No silhouettes, no screens, no photo collages of you and her are bound to be seen. Quiet, homely ambiance is one of the things keeping your ears attentive to the bedroom around you, and what's happening inside of it.
Everything. Every sonant breath, every choked gasp, painted eerily— except Ellie.
Dim light a source at the head of your bed, only the shapes closest to it are palely painted. Auburn mane, cedar brown lashes, the heads of your knees, the head in-between them. Feasting sensually on the hallowed breeding grounds hot at the center of you, painted filthily in the sounds it made. Cradled in the perfect light, just enough for your pupils to zero in, and never zero out, consumed by the movement of her working her hungry muscle in and out of your drenched entrance.
"Huh," amused by your please-less plead, your clit is greeted with a scoff against it. "But you've got my tongue, don't need my fingers babe." that serene, soundproof whisper trying to convince you. So sure that what is given, is what will be taken.
Yet, a pit of greed takes root in your brain, and you find anything below the stretch of her painfully lacking.
As Ellie tucks her tongue back inside, lapping at your wetness, you pursue in tales of whines. "Wanna be full of you," leaves your bitten lips, higher-pitched and pulled across your teeth as that knot inside you responds to her tongue; swells on the mouthy sounds that come from it rolling stripes through your folds. Tighter, tighter, it tenses deliciously— and elapses before you can even focus on it, earning her but a frustrated huff out of you, "It's not enough."
"Don't wanna come on my tongue?"
Your hips snap forward for her once again withdrawn mouth anyway, afraid to loose any string of sensation. "Ellie," you fuss her name, and that pussy-eating grin of hers curls into a shit-eating one, laying her risen, pinched and dapple cheeks on the plush of your thigh. Annoyingly cute— just emphasize the annoying part.
"What's up?" clearly, she wants to get under your skin. Tenderly question you, deny, deny, ignite the sparks and quench herself on how cute you are. Grasping that something henpecks you to act so neglected and taking it into advantage like a sagacious cunt, bringing you to orgasm on her plan alone.
Unreserved, your lips.
"Want you t' get me pregnant," breathlessly muffled, humility has fled you. Dirty delights scorching at the hills of your cheeks, reach spoken ends at the tips of your tongue. "Els, I want you— you to.." the recital becomes lost in the haze of your head.
"Yeah?" her cheek tilts off your thigh.
"Yeah."
Her fingertips sunk in the crevice of your crotch and thigh, exert pressure, scooting you completely up to her chin. Silently setting up her answer; her play-along, earnest, and downturned eyes telling you to want otherwise. "Mhh, don't think you're ready for that. Knock you up on a whim? C'mon, babe"
Spoken replies don't necessarily represent gut truths, the telltale opposite answer present in her swallow. Ellie thinks, if she lets herself feed into that desire now— she won't stop.
"Just take my tongue, okay?"
Though weak, you agree, "Okay."
"Good girl," she grates, as if her throat had dried in pausing all attention from your pussy. Her hands float off your hips for a split second before smacking back down, admiring the way it ripples and jiggles the fat there, collecting her peachy, bottom lip beneath her top teeth and tugging it inside. Enamored with your cunt, and how it leaks sleek in the yearn for her fill, her claim, her name.
Her babies, even?
"So fuckin' pretty, gonna let me take my time? Fill you up when we're ready?" coos at it, reaching a lousy hand down to grope herself. In so doing, she brews a moan of her own ache she simmers at, "Fuck." and takes her free fingers as an opportunity to slap your folds, splaying your labia nastily with her index and ring, and hawking spit to your hole— honestly, just to watch it drip like syrup through your pussy lips.
She really is unreserved.
Cold when it hits— you twitch, but hotly-stirring when her tongue peeks out to smear it up to your clit, eyes shut with careful precision— you suck your stomach in.
"That's more like it."
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