#puma’s prompts

[unravelingwires]

Pumas

I don’t know if this is universal, but I’ve always had information drift back into my head after a midterm. I get a few hours of clarity, and after, either everything fades, or memorized facts turn into knowledge, soft in the back of my head. Some of it is useful, but largely… I have a perfect image of what a mountain lion looks like when tearing apart a carcass. That’s fun.

[hoonvrs]

ENHA AND THEIR PARTNER PRIVILEGES

req for 1k event!

PROMPT enha and the types of partner privileges they’d give their s/o

PAIRING enha x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS swearing, delusions

W. COUNT 0.6k

S. NOTE i loved writing this omg

LEE HEESEUNG

( going into his bedroom unannounced )

ever since hee got his own bedroom everything changed

god forbid any of the members go into his room without asking first

even if they go in to tell him something they have to knock first

so imagine the shock on their face when they saw you one day just go in

no knocking, no nothing

and hee didn’t even get mad?? didn’t even bring it up to you

made all the members (especially niki) sulk cause why could you go in whenever you please whilst they couldn’t 

PARK JONGSEONG

( touching his guitar set )

the way jay is protective over his guitars you’d think he birthed them himself 

one of the members could simply breath next them and he starts losing his shit

can’t even be near it cause “what if you trip and fall into it”

next thing you know here’s jay trying to teach you guitar

you didn’t even know he acted like that until the members made it seem like you killed someone when you randomly took it out of the case one day

they all told you how he acts whenever they go near it

cue the offended gasp when they find out jay has never acted that way with you 

SIM JAEYUN

( sleep together )

as much as jake is a physically affectionate person

he hates sharing a bed 

he’s just always preferred sleeping without having fight someone over his own blanket

but with you he insists to sleep together

he’s even kicked out niki one too many times out of his bed

and even if you do sometimes (read: most of the time) end up stealing the blanket, he uses that as an excuse to cuddle you for warmth

PARK SUNGHOON

( ruffle/touch his hair )

one of hoons biggest pet peeve is when someone touches his hair

and if someone even so much as comes near his hair once he’s styled it

be ready to deal with a pissed off sunghoon

the amount of arguments he’s had with the other members over this is crazy

so, when you decided to on day ruffle his hair in front of the boys after they watched him spend 15 minutes on it, they were prepared for an argument

surprise surprise he just laughs at your antics leaving the boys offended because “what happened to bros before hoes”

KIM SUNWOO

( be physically affectionate )

as much as jake is physically affectionate with everyone, sunoo isn’t

he’s always been someone to be a little uncomfortable with any show of physical touch

thus, never initiating it 

cue the members pouting as soon as they see sunoo run to give you a hug

all start complaining how he never hugs them, or even returns their own hugs

confuses you a little cause sunoo has never not been affectionate with you, even before your relationship

YANG JUNGWON

( cry in front of you )

as the leader of enhypen, jungwon has always believed he has to be the pillar of the group

or where he basically never shows when anything is bothering/upsets him to his members 

as much as all the members keep reassuring him that it’s okay to cry in front of them

you’d never catch yang jungwon dead crying

except you apparently

to you, jungwon had always seemed to be secure with his emotions, and maybe the members are jealous who knows

NISHIMURA RIKI

( babying him )

no matter how many times niki will insist he’s ‘mature’

he’ll always be your baby

doesn’t matter if you’re older or younger than him

boy doesn’t even let the members baby him as the maknae

they could simply call him a cute nickname and suddenly he becomes defensive

everyone was shocked to find out he willingly lets you call him ‘baby duck’ after ranting to the whole nation that he is a puma

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[zoyasribbon]

DOMESTIC DELIGHTS — r. dias

ೃ࿐ summary : The moments spent with your family, they are the most precious in your life, a pure delight that bring solace to your soul. And on this specific Sunday afternoon, this one, you are poised to savor every bit of it.

ೃ࿐ words : 0,7k.

ೃ࿐ genre : mature. fluff. suggestive.

ೃ࿐ warning : cute daughter-father moments, sexual tension.

ೃ࿐ author's note : Despite my deep disdain for Man City (while I do acknowledge Pep's genius football philosophy), I must confess—I find myself particularly attracted to some players... and a certain 6’2 Portuguese center-back has managed to steal my heart. Ugh, what can I sayyyyy, what can I sayyyyy.

You were drawn by the soft, deep chuckles emitted by your husband, guiding you towards the entrance of the living room, where you discreetly pushed the door ajar. 

There he was.

Rúben. 

Dressed in his black Puma sweatpants and a simple, white undershirt, he was doing push-ups with your little daughter perched on his broad, muscular back. Her cheerful, high-pitched voice counted his progress as he effortlessly raised and lowered his body multiple times. You observed them tenderly: the pure joy and trust of your child blending with Rúben's extraordinary strength and patience. Home.

If he noticed you leaning against the doorframe, he said nothing... and you couldn’t help but admire his new three-day stubble beard, a bit more developed than usual, complementing his charming face. 

Suddenly, he twisted to one side, landing on the floor while effortlessly lifting your excited little girl with his sturdy arms before gently placing her on his firm stomach. A timid chuckle escaped your lips at this heartwarming sight. But this gesture didn't deter him from maintaining a somewhat intense gaze that met yours, igniting a fire within you.

"Go play in the garden, princesa. I'll do a few more and then join you," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. As his words prompted her to dash out of the room, flashing you a mischievous smile in passing, the room fell into an almost oppressive silence. Only Rúben's erratic breathing and the sudden accelerated beats of your heart seemed to animate the space. 

He eventually raised himself from the floor, taking his sweet time to stand, his brown eyes never leaving your burning gaze for a second. 

Rúben's smile took on a different shade as he crossed the room to approach you, leaving only a few brief inches between you. His arms, marked by the effort, found support on the wooden doorframe, not far from your head, asserting his dominance in height. 

In the depth of his gaze, you discerned the glint of a tantalizing promise.

"You didn't have to stop, you know?" you innocently scolded, letting your right hand wander from his neck, to his left flank and to his hip. You made sure your nails lightly grazed his skin through the thin white fabric, intending for him to feel your provocation. As you did, you sensed a trickle of sweat dampening his shirt, clinging to his still-toned abs, evidence of his numerous push-ups. 

In just a few seconds, his body responded. Engulfed in goosebumps that hinted at desire, Rúben's eyelids trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Though your line of sight didn't reveal it, you were certain that his fingers fervently clutched the doorframe, evidenced by the emerging veins on his glistening shoulders. 

He was on the verge of losing control. The mere thought elevated the corner of your lips into a sly smile, concealing the pleasure you took in this little teasing game. You must admit, you were very in the mood to play today. After all, Rúben simply had no business being so sexy on this delightful spring afternoon. 

Your right hand, still placed on his hip, dared to venture even further beneath the fabric of his black tracksuit to bring him even more closer to you and explore the skin of his lower back and his firm bottom, leading him to open his mouth slightly, letting out a timid gasp. 

Unable to resist the excruciating slowness of your caresses, he leaned forward, daring “Why? Do you want to keep watching?” he managed to inquire with an innocent tone, though mischief lingered within. 

His alluring, plump lips so close to yours beckoned, yet you resisted the temptation they promised... at least for the moment. You knew what he expected from you at this moment, but you just wouldn't comply. You were far too determined to win this battle. 

Nevertheless, the warm breath escaping his mouth was enough to slightly distract you. In that moment, you even forgot your somewhat disheveled appearance—your hair was in a messy bun, and you still had your apron on, still warm from the breath of the oven you had opened to check the crumb-topped salmon you were preparing. 

This seemed not to bother Rúben, whose gaze remained just as fiery and thirsty. His fingers sought revenge, gently sweeping aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen during your observation, trailing across your cheek, your neck, before finally resting on your nape. Then his entire hand delicately settled upon it. Your eyes were nearly completely mesmerized by the movement of his lips. Ruben's voice became huskier and smoother. “Or maybe you want a turn too."

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 30

 DC prompt where the heroes get magically cursed or changed into animals for a bit. Chaos of course reigns while they are so- though the magician regrets their actions. Wonder Woman is scary enough, but instead of being something small she’s now a very big bear who isn’t happy. Robin? He’s now a goose with a sword and he’s not afraid to continue to use it. Marvel is happily a giant tiger who- oh no now all seven of the marvels are big cats who can apparently still call down lightning. For some reason they change between big cats and domestic ones, but maybe it’s just something wrong with the spell??

 The magician had no chance, even if some were far smaller and less scary creatures. Honestly, who expected a hare to be able to break someone's kneecaps? The villains sure didn’t but here they are, getting defeated when they thought it would be easier to defeat the heroes now that they don’t have opposable thumbs. Well, most don’t, that raccoon somehow found a gun and knows how to use it..

 The one issue the heroes find after fixing everything? They can apparently still turn into animals, sometimes at less than opportune times unless they can learn how to control it. 

Ideas for who is what? (honestly just ideas, do whatever you want lol) 

Superman= Bull Batman= Capybara Wonderwoman= Brown Bear Flash= Hare Aquaman= Elephant Green Arrow= Squirrel Black Canary= Chihuahua Cyborg= Crocodile Green Lantern= Husky Hawkwoman= Golden Eagle Martian Manhunter= Gliding Lizard

Captain Marvel= Tiger/Tabby Miss Marvel= Leopard/Mau Blue Marvel= Jaguar/Bengal Silver Marvel= Puma/Ragdoll Green Marvel= Lion/Laperm Purple Marvel= Caracle/Munchkin

Nightwing= Falcon Robin= Goose Red Hood= Raccoon Red Robin= Hedgehog Kid Flash= Cheetah Superboy= Flying Squirrel Arsenal= Elk Miss Martian= Flying Lemur

Bonus DP Crossover: Danny= Snow Leopard Ellie= Polar Bear Tucker= Sandpiper Sam= Vine Snake

[wiliowisp]

The Act of Recovery ❦

Word Count ➻ 2.1k

Pairings ➻ Ominis Gaunt x gn!MC

Warnings ➻ injury, mention of childhood abuse, mention of death

Tags ➻ third person POV, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, tending to wounds, animagus!Ominis, a lil smoochin

A/N ➻ funnily enough this idea came from a dream i had where i smooched ominis. my subconcious got my back fr. it ended up being more plotty and angsty than i intended but im physically incapable of writing something without angst so here we are.

୧ send me prompts! i may write them! ୨

Summary:

Ominis attends his late father's wake, finding his family abhorrent—as usual. He escapes in his animagus form, before running into poachers. Gravely wounded, he finds himself in the cottage of an old friend, and their familiarly gentle hands.

The morning was still, the chirping of various birds creating a sweet symphony beyond their window. The sky was daffodil-yellow and power-blue, the last vestiges of sunrise folding themselves behind the horizon. Beyond their kitchen window, a blue jay cried its song from their tree.

It was a quiet life. ‘The new fifth year,’ as they had been addressed for so long, managed to carve out a peaceful, safe home for themselves post-graduation. Death had found them at every corner when they were only fifteen, with that realization of its imminence, the want for simplicity became their only desire. They had been a hero, now they wanted to rest.

Of course, they could not avoid trouble forever. Sebastian had his way of bringing it to them, but never to the capacity which he did in his fifth year. He had been spared Azkaban, so he repented, spending tireless days in St. Mungos, soothing those struck by the same curses he used to wield. As in everything, he excelled as a healer and devoted his life to furthering research in that field. This did not stop him from causing trouble from time to time, reading things he shouldn’t, but he had learned to stop himself. He had grown.

At their table, they cradled the tea that was steaming away in their mug. The curls of water vapour caressed their matured face.

Ominis would be seeing his father off today. It was the wake, as he had explained in his owls, and despite loathing to see his family, he would attend to pay whatever respects he could muster within him. They fretted about him, alone in the nest of snakes.

However, the morning was still, the blue jay sang its stilted song. Everything would be okay.

Until it wasn’t.

Their front door smashed open, splinters careening across the floor as a pale shape hurtled through it. The animal dashed across the entirety of their cottage, slamming against the back wall in distress, before sliding across the floor into the kitchen, where its energy left it.

They immediately recognised the beast. Alabaster white fur, thick strong paws; an albino puma with milky, unseeing eyes.

“Ominis,” they gasped.

The puma hissed at them, baring its gleaming fangs. They then took in Ominis properly, across his white body, several gashes had torn into his fur, along his legs, face, and back. They stained his pristine coat a sickly red.

“Ominis, it's me—you’re okay,” they cooed. Ominis was still backed into their kitchen hissing and rearing as though he might strike.

They pressed forward, hands out in a soothing gesture, urging him to return to his senses. Slowly, Ominis became less hostile, clearly weak from the blood loss. His head thumped to the ground. They crouched, gently placing their fingers against his soft fur, soothing him with tentative strokes.

Ominis’ eyes closed, and a great breath left him. Gradually, his form shifted. The fur melted away to reveal pale skin. His great paws shrunk back into delicate fingers. Then, he was a man once more.

Ominis was unconscious and naked on their floor. The blue jay had gone quiet.

...

Ominis returned to consciousness in stages. He first felt gentle hands and soft brushes on his skin. Then, his nose deciphered the metallic tint of blood in the air. Next, he heard a velvety voice, chanting soothing mantras. He opened his eyes and—familiarly—saw nothing.

“You’re awake,” they said.

Ominis had slept for the remainder of the day. Now, dusk fell upon them and the steady crackle of the hearth could be heard.

Ominis tried to sit up, but his spine protested, as did the gashes along his body.

“Relax, you’re safe,” they breathed, “we’re in my cottage.”

Ominis returned to the pillows, exhaling. He brought a hand to his hair and tried to pull it through the knots. He didn’t want to burden them, he hadn’t even meant to come here, he was just hurt and scared.

“Did Marvolo—?”

“No, no, he didn’t,” Ominis finally spoke. “My family are a vile bunch but they are mostly bark and no bite. These were poachers.”

Ominis heard them sigh, but could discern nothing beyond that.

“My wand—”

“Yes, I have it here,” they found Ominis’ fingers and placed his wand in them. The room immediately became clear, the contours and shapes, the body of his friend beside him. “You were conscious enough to transfigure with your wand but must have forgotten your clothes,” they commented.

“Oh Merlin.” Ominis considered curling up and dying right there. “I’m sorry.”

They chuckled. “Your modesty is quite safe with me, Ominis,” he could sense their smile, “I put a blanket over you, I didn’t see anything.”

Ominis sat up properly then, his back protesting with the effort—there was sure to be an ugly bruise there. It was clear now that they had moved him to the sofa, where he was wrapped in said blanket.

Something cold pressed into his hand.

“Drink,” they said.

So he did.

“How was it?”

Ominis knew they weren’t asking about the water. The wake. A room filled with all the Gaunts—or what was left of them—and other families like leeches, offering empty condolences.

“My father was a horrible man,” he said.

There was a heavy silence.

“Yes, I know,” they replied.

“He was a horrible man,” Ominis said again, hoping it would turn his father in his grave, “he was.”

A warm hand came to his bare shoulder, rubbed circles into it. “I know.”

Ominis was crying, he realized absently. Hot tears slid from his eyes and down his sharp jaw. They ran over the cuts in his face and reignited the wound.

“But I couldn’t bear it,” he gasped, “I couldn’t be in that room with my brothers and sister—hear them talk about him like he was good. It was all lies and we knew it.”

A sob left him.

“We were re-writing him. Making up a story. I wanted to scream at them, shake them and tell them the truth. He was an abusive, disgusting man. He hated me. He wished I wasn’t born and yet—” the words fought against his throat, “and yet it didn’t make it any easier.”

Their friend pulled him into a hug, letting his head rest against their shoulder, letting him cry into it.

“You get one consolation. That one day he will be gone and you will be done with it. I should be relieved,” Ominis gritted.

“He was still your father,” they said.

Despite it all, he was. He raised Ominis, regardless of what that looked like. He raised his brothers, his sister. He brought them into the world, was all that remained after his mother passed. Ominis owed everything he had to him, the ugly, the good. Now he was dead. And it still hurt.

Ominis clutched them back, buried his head into the crook of their neck. He let himself cry as he hadn’t in so long, until it was all drained out of him. All the while, they rubbed soothing patterns into his bare skin, around the cuts that still stung.

Eventually, he wore himself out. His face was red and puffy, no doubt completely undignified, and he felt weak and tired. They pulled away from him, wiping his wet face with a handkerchief.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” they asserted, “but I need to treat your wounds Ominis.”

Ominis had almost forgotten. His gashes just seemed to reflect his stinging, beating heart, as though they were one of the same.

His friend raised their wand.

“They’re cursed—”

“I know, I already tried every healing spell Sebastian taught me before I realized. We’ll have to do this the muggle way.”

Their wand simply summoned over a first aid kit from the shelf, and Ominis stiffened slightly.

“This will hurt, won’t it.”

“A little, but it’s better than an infection.”

They retrieved a small phenol solution from the kit, with a spray cap—to disinfect. Some bandages were also brought out.

They began their work on his back, crouched on the floor while Ominis gritted his teeth each time they sprayed a cut with disinfectant. Gentle fingers wound bandaged around his midsection, their fingertips stroking lines around his body. The process was painful and slow, but entirely tender. No wound was left unattended, each treated with merciful care.

“Now, your face,” they said.

Ominis heard them rise, dragging a chair to face opposite him. Cool fingertips graced his hot skin.

As the minutes passed, his usually restrained affection for his friend only swelled. A sticky, saccharine feeling in his chest. Like his heart had grown twice its size and was trying to escape out of the gaps in his ribcage.

He had scarcely known such benevolence. The Gaunt household had no space for it, amongst the cruelty and mania they fostered. Only once he had left, wandered the labyrinthine halls of Hogwarts, had his child body been held. Sebastian was the first, but Sebastian was fire and molten heat, warm to the touch but known to burn just as quickly.

The ‘new fifth year’ as he had so ungraciously titled them, was entirely different. They were sunshine on a spring day, the soft breeze that would steal the sweat from your skin before warming it again in the next breath. They were coral pools and clear water, stick your hand in and see the light dance on your skin. When they touched him he didn’t burn. Nor freeze like the touch of his family. He was just the same, he was Ominis, being held. That was all they ever wanted him to be.

Now, dabbing antiseptic into the cuts on his face, he felt more himself than ever. The version of him entirely unencumbered by fear, by sight, by magic.

Their warm breath kissed his cheek and their fingers held his jaw in place.

He cupped their face, running his own fingers across the planes of their cheeks, mapping the expression, committing the texture to memory.

“Ominis—”

He kissed them.

Undemanding, chaste, not a capturing of lips so much as holding them. Pressing into them like a question, will you be yourself with me? You have only ever made me feel worthy.

He pulled away slowly, face inches from theirs.

They dived back in. Yes, yes I will. They were unafraid to capture his mouth, answer earnestly. Move their lips against his. Soft, always so tender. But hungry, parched, the savouring of a good meal.

Ominis met their fervour, letting his tongue slide along their bottom lip, feeling it open greedily for him. Their hand was placed on his waist, above the wound they had lovingly tended. Ominis wrapped his into their hair, feeling their scalp, pulling them closer—please, closer.

Minutes burned, time inconsequential as they found each other in the wet heat of their tongues. They pulled away from Ominis, and latched their mouth to his neck, tasting salt on the skin. Ominis tilted his head, allowing them to create more bruises on his skin. Bruises he wanted to never heal.

Then they stopped.

“You’re injured Omi,” they breathed.

Ominis’ brows pinched.

“We must stop,” they said, “you need to rest.”

“I don’t want to rest,” Ominis protested.

“I don’t want you to either, but you must—to heal.”

Ominis heard the squeak of the floorboards, then the opening of a door. They left the room.

He began to panic. Was it too much? He had concealed his affection for them for so long that perhaps—perhaps they did not want it. Perhaps he was wrong.

They re-entered the room.

“I didn’t do this on a whim, you know,” he pleaded.

“I know.”

“Then why—"

“Today was your father’s wake. Not only that, you were gravely hurt. I know this wasn't an impulse, but regardless, you need to heal, you need to process today.”

“This wasn’t because of my father.”

A beat.

“I know,” they stated, “prove it to me. Stay the night tonight. In a week’s time, come back, and share dinner with me. Then we can try again.”

Soft clothes were pressed into his hands.

“I’ll wait for you," they whispered, "in the bedroom.”

Then they left.

Ominis sighed in relief. He ran his fingers over the nightclothes given to him, the silky fabric.

When he entered their bedroom, slipped into the sheets, and entangled their limbs. Wrapped his arm around their middle. He felt grateful to be Ominis Gaunt and no one else. Ominis Gaunt was the boy who met them, who fell in love, who has now tasted their sweet lips. He is not perfect, that he will never deny, but cocooned next to them, there is no scar he could bear that would not be lovingly tended to and kissed. There is no ugliness that would not be embraced.

He slept deeply and comfortably with this knowledge. Come daybreak, a blue jay sang its screeching song, not beautiful, not sonorous like its neighbours, but to the two inhabitants of that cottage, there was no better sound.

[f1-giuki]

ello lovie! here with a prompt suggestion for you!! you tagged your post with ‘lestappen prompt’ so my i request Them 🫶🏻 my song vibes are either bellissimissima by alfa or welcome to st tropez by dj anthoine. two very different vibes, so you choose which you prefer!!! 🩷

HI SWEET DARLING ANGEL<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 i loved the alfa song, so i went for it!!!! I did some lestappen fluff!! It's a bit longer than previous drabbles, but I was very inspired!!!! Hope you like it💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

bellissimissima - prompt post

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Max likes Padel. Scratch that, he should rephrase it. Max “likes” Padel. Fuck, no, not even this works… Max likes Padel only because Charles plays with him. That's the truth. Sue him, he likes to see Charles smile in those little Puma shorts of his, is this a crime? Max is sure many people, including the entire Italian population, would agree with him.

He hates the bloody sport, if he has to be really honest, with those ugly courts with walls, the small rackets, the balls, which to him are just a stupid more expensive copy of a tennis ball. Max likes tennis, and Jannik Sinner lives in his building, the floor right below him, so he happily listens to the Italian Sinsplaying (?) matches and shots, so it feels familiar. Max feels like he has to protect his ginger neighbour from Padel players.

But let's be clear, Max likes to watch tennis, there's no way in hell he'd embarrass himself on a clay court for the whole world to know. He already has the padel courts for world-class embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Max also likes Charles, even if he keeps denying it and avoiding Checo's death stares after too many third-wheeling sessions, so once a month, when they're back in Monaco, he has to succumb to his heart's desires.

That's why he's currently in a town the size of a post stamp, with a stupid padel bag on his shoulders, listening to Charles charm his way into getting a padel court for the day without a reservation or giving any names. Max would like to know what the Monegasque is doing, but he has a better time staring at Charles' ass in his tie-dyed heart jeans. And he doesn't know French.

Charles also drove them there in his Alfa Romeo Stelvio. Max feels really useless.

“He said we can have the court, nobody plays padel here, the last couple of players apparently died!” Charles says, nonchalantly, leading Max to the locker rooms.

“They what?” Max asks, pushing the door open and raising a brow.

“Oh, shit, not like that! They were two old men! Anyway, nobody has come here since then, so we can have the court for ourselves!” Charles says again, taking off his t-shirt and standing in the room half-naked. Max wants to die.

“Ahah, fun,” Max shrieks, making Charles laugh. He's so fucked.

Max changes in a nanosecond, praying God Charles hasn't seen him trip on his feet and nearly fall down as he pulls his shorts up.

“Ready?” Charles asks with a soft smile after Max ties his shoelaces. He nods and they walk out to the court. 

The facility is empty. Ghostly so. Max can fill it with his embarrassment and his humongous crush, there could be enough space for those two.

They get inside the court and Charles drops his bags down, taking his racket, and six balls, and putting them on the ground. He looks at Max and grins as he starts running around the court, to warm up. Max sits down and pretends to do his usual stretching session. That's obviously an excuse to stare at Charles. 

That motherfucker is so pretty. Extremely pretty. Illegally pretty. He's so soft and kind, with fluffy hair, Dorito-shaped. Charles smiles at him every time he passes by and Max blushes, as Charles giggles.

After another lap Charles stops and stands in front of him, hands on his waist. His eyes are right at crotch level. Max wants to die. Charles' shorts are really short today.

“Wanna play padel or you're going to stare at my pretty face all afternoon, uh?” Charles jokes.

Max chokes on his spit and starts coughing, making Charles laugh. “Ah, fun, yeah, coming! Let me grab my racket!” Max shrieks, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence, and does his little walk of shame to his bag.

He takes out his racket and as he turns around Charles is standing right behind his back. Too fucking close for Max's liking, he can see all the moles on his face, he could do something stupid, like kissing each one of them.

“If you win today, you can take me out to dinner,” Charles says with a teasing grin.

Max likes this, even if he's blushing like a maniac and his ears are ringing loudly.

“A or V, Leclerc? I'm going to destroy you!” He mumbles, feeling as competitive as if he was on a race track.

“V, Verstappen,” Charles giggles, winking with both eyes at Max, who rolls his eyes.

“Game on, baby!”

[novathestarrygalaxy]

Cereal Killer

Ni-Ki X Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 884

Now Playing: Love Lee

You peek over your boyfriend's shoulder, watching him pour the milk for his cereal. Your brows ceas into a frown as you notice his actions. You nudge his arm and say,"Did you just do what I saw?"

Ni-Ki turns his head to look at you and chuckles."Do what?"

You point at his cereal bowl in an accusing way."Did you just pour your milk before cereal?"

Ni-Ki laughs at your mock seriousness and grins in a mischievous way."What if I did, Love? You can't do anything about it."

You look at him with wide eyes and say in a dramatic tone,"Only Psychopaths pour their milk before the cereal!"

Ni-Ki bursts out laughing and shakes his head. He pokes your cheek and Says,"Is that so? Then I'm a Psychopath. I'm content with my milk before cereal. Who even likes soggy, Milky cereal? It takes all three crunchiness away!"

You grin at him."Good, because I'm also a Psychopath! I also pour my milk before my cereal!"

Ni-Ki chuckles and playfully rolls his eyes.He shoots you an accusing look."Then why did you pretend like I murdered someone?"

You chuckle softly and reply in a playful tone,"Wanted to see if you would reply like a Psychopath. You did. Welcome To The Club."

Ni-Ki grins at you."It's a pleasure to be invited to the club. What's the name?"

You put your finger on your chin, thinking."Oh! Got it!" You smile."The 'Cereal Killer' Club- Since psychopaths are usually serial killers, if you know what I mean."

Ni-Ki bursts out laughing again and shakes his head."I...I can't with you," he wheezes out."Those puns are gonna be the death of me."

You just flash him an innocent smile, which prompts him to take a spoonful of his cereal - which is now cold and soggy for being ignored for long - and puts it in your mouth.Your eyes widen, and you try to fight back to no avail. The humour in the situation and the laughter of your boyfriend causes you to laugh also and slightly choke on the cereal, a bit of the milk coming out of your nose. He laughs even harder when he sees that.

You playfully hit him in the chest and laugh."Hey! Cereal Killers are supposed to kill Cereals, not the other way around! I'm not meant to be killed by Cereals! How dare you betray me, your own kind!"

Ni-Ki wheezes from laughing so hard and leans against the kitchen counter, causing the cereal bowl to fall and smear the soggy and cold cereal everywhere.

There's a palpable silence between you two as you guys stare at each other without fluttering an eyelash, before bursting into a fit of laughs and giggles.

You point at him."Clean up, Ducky."

He pouts at you and protests instantly,"Hey! I'm not a Duck! I'm a Puma!"

You chuckle and tease him,"Whatever you say, Ducky. Now clean up."

He pouts at you and grabs the cleaning supplies to clean the mess up. Seeing his dramatic antics, you can't help chuckling and joining him in cleaning. You kiss him, which instantly makes his pout go away and a big smile Breaks on his face.

After cleaning, Ni-Ki pulls you into his room. Before you even knew it, you were being wrapped up in his arms and pulled under the sheets. He cuddles you close to his chest, and a chuckle escapes your lips.

You boop his nose."It was supposed to be my turn, Ducky."

And just like that, the pout is back on his face.

He whines,"It's Puma! And please? This once?"You chuckle at kiss his nose."Okay, Ducky."

As time goes on with you two teasing each other and just enjoying each other's warmth, you guys fall asleep. It is a cute sight to behold, two teenagers cuddling under the slightly discarded blanket with the afternoon sun's rays falling on them.

Six boys watched all this unfold before their eyes. After the two had fallen asleep, the oldest, Heeseung looked to see the others talking in hushed tones and giggling. It has become like a routine for them to watch the couple everyday with their cute antics.Heeseung smiles and puts a finger on his lips. He says,"Shhhh...Let them sleep. Let's go."

Sunghoon giggles as they walk away; a rare sight to see, and says,"Those two are so cute..."

Sunoo giggles and nods, agreeing with the older."Mmhm, they're the cutest."

Jay puts a hand on his chest and dramatically sighs."They make me feel so single...I should really start looking for someone at this point."

The others burst out laughing and start discussing potential partners for the boy as they make their way back. Needless to say, he rejects every one of their ideas, knowing how ridiculous they were.

Fed up, Jay declares at last,"I'm never getting Someone if you guys keep this up!"

A cheer goes up among the others, their faces adorned with mischievous grins. Jay couldn't help jointing them and chuckling as they pick him up and run around the house.

[erisenyo]

If it’s not too late/you feel like it, maybe “shh, c’mere” for zukka? Because the only thing Zuko’s worse at than showing emotions (other than anger) is being comforted because of said emotions (at least in my brain haha) also ik I said this in tags but I absolutely adored your Ty Lee suki ficlet with the crystals it hugs my heart ;-; she’s protecting her friends

。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

For this prompt game!

“—and the utter gall of them to suggest—”

“Uh huh,” Sokka says, tugging Zuko by the wrist around a clump of slow-moving market shoppers.

“—like I haven’t spent months on the proposal—”

“So much time,” Sokka assures him, taking a moment in the next intersection to orient himself against Caldera’s cratered rim before pulling Zuko left.

“—to just come in and in one meeting—”

“Ridiculous,” Sokka agrees, shooting a quick, apologetic smile to the person who gives him started, half-offended look.

“—think they know more than me—”

“You researched a lot,” Sokka sympathizes, dragging Zuko clear of the line at his favorite food stall, which he's regretfully going to have to come back to later when Zuko—

“I researched—Sei Zun research—we researched—"

—isn’t at risk of popping a vein. Or starting to spit rainbow sparks in public, which would really give them away. Going incognito and relying on people’s expectations of where a Fire Lord won’t be only goes so far.

“And you did a really good job of it,” Sokka soothes, picking up the pace a little as Zuko hisses out a curl of smoke through his teeth.

“To just eel swan in—”

Sokka lets out an audible sigh of relief as he sees the sign for their destination, hand-painted and cheerful, before clearing his throat and quickly offering, “So rude."

“—and imply that I don’t care enough about—”

“Sh, c’mere,” Sokka interrupts as he pushes into the curious crowd thronging the square, Zuko spitting himself to a stop and making a low, seething noise of outrage. “Don’t be like that,” Sokka huffs, rolling his eyes and tugging on his wrist again. “C’mere.”

Zuko gives him a sideways, nettled look, clearly annoyed at being managed. “What are you—” he cuts off as he finally swings his glare up to actually take in their surroundings. Sokka can see the moment he realizes where they are, his face going suddenly slack with shock, mouth working silently a moment before he finally whispers, disbelieving, “…The baby animal adoption drive?”

“Mhm,” Sokka says, breaking free of the crowd and turning to walk backward so he can get a nice, good look at Zuko taking it all in.  

“The one we couldn’t make last year?” Zuko asks, dazed, stumbling along after Sokka.

“Mhm,” Sokka grins.

“And couldn’t make this year?”

“It rained last week,” Sokka reminds him. “They had to move it.”

“Oh,” Zuko says, with feeling, and Sokka doesn’t resist the urge to plant his feet and keep pulling, tugging him into his body so he can enjoy Zuko's closeness and also the dumbstruck look on his face.

“Yeah,” Sokka hums, dropping a light kiss onto Zuko’s lips and murmuring against his mouth, “Want to pet your feelings out?”

“Yes,” Zuko says, plowing forward through Sokka like that was all the permission he needed, face somewhere between determined and transfixed, and Sokka can't help but laugh before spinning to follow.

Sokka trails after at a more normal pace, grinning to see the tension melting out of Zuko’s body one kitten fawn and goat puppy—and inexplicably, a baby puma goat—at a time, until Zuko’s practically a boneless pile on the ground, baby animals crawling over him, head pillowed in Sokka’s lap.

“This was the best idea Aang’s ever had in his entire life,” Zuko mumbles into the side of the tiny kitten owl determinedly navigating his face.

“It was a pretty good one,” Sokka agrees, unable to do anything except smile at the sight. Spirits, he must look stupidly fond and sappy right now, but he can't seem to find it in himself to care about who might be seeing it.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this was happening,” Zuko slurs, both hands focused on giving ear scritches, and Sokka pauses on the braid he’s working into Zuko’s hair.

“It worked out, though, right?” he checks, relaxing again when Zuko lets out a deep sound of contented agreement and after a long moment adding slow, like he’s drunk,

“You have work to do.”

“Eventually,” Sokka hums, perfectly content to be where he is for now.

“Poak and Sun Chen are waiting for a reply?”

“Hawks only go so fast, and they need to rest, too, love,” Sokka shrugs, searching around a moment before plopping another kitten fawn onto Zuko's chest. “It’s nothing that can’t wait a few hours,” he assures him.

And nothing worth missing the sight of this, for, of Zuko’s small, delighted smile up at him before he turns to coo at the new creature, everything else happily forgotten.  

[chussyracing]

what's been happening in the world of motorsports?

(this is a long one since i had no time to write it down, so it will be hidden under the cut in relative chronological order)

Williams and Alpine were the last teams to do their shakedowns before pre season testing (Williams announced it was a strategic move to keep the real car concept a secret for as long as possible)

Helmut Marko has been saying a lot about Ferrari and 2025 Ferrari like that he thinks Lewis only came to Ferrari because Max earning more hurt his pride and Ferrari offered him a bigger pay check or that he considers Charles 2024 season's champion (ok grandpa, let's get you to bed)

after Alpha Tauri departed as title sponsor of current RB team, they became official clothing partner of FIA from 2024 to 2026

RBR was the last team to have their launch (although the livery looks just the same as it did before and although the car leaked a few hours before) and Horner was present just like he is at the pre season testing, he gave an interview during the launch where he denied any allegations, but Viaplay suggested he will be stepping away from the position of Red Bull team principal and it will be announced on 28th Feb which they promptly denied afterwards. Walls Street Journal speculated the victim is Horner's personal assistant and apparently people already spied who it is on Linked in and then made it big on Twitter. If you have names, please PLEASE do not publish them. And finally Craig Slate who followed the case from the start and spoke to related personnel said the investigation is now finished the report (close to 150 pages long) was delivered to the Red Bull Board and now we are awaiting the decision. In the meantime both F1 and FORD urged for prompt resolution of the case.

F1 also officially addressed the situation but only to say they hope RBR resolve it asap

McLaren boss Andrea Stella admitted they will be doing something similar to last year in terms of updates, because they wanted to add more to this year's concept before launch, so they will push the updates forward and expect early gains from them

F1 Academy announced more drivers and partnerships: they have partnered Charlotte Tilbury make up brand to have their own livery and Lola Lovinfosse as a driver (for Rodin), Jessica Edgar will drive for Rodin as well, Reema Juffali as wildcard driver for Prema for the first round in Jeddah and FDA driver Aurelia Nobels driving a Puma livery for ART. The grid is now complete and girls are training for first race.

Nico Rosberg broke his silence over the contract news and denied the rumours he would be coming back to Mercedes, because he now has great respect for the dangers of the sport (he also said that besides living close, Lewis gives his kids Chrismas presents every year

Fabio Quartararo claimed that Pierro Ferrari let him know about Lewis coming to Ferrari when he visited Maranello

it was Enzo Ferrari's birthday anniversary on 18th February (or was it?? nobody will ever know when he was actually born and how long it took his father to announce it to the authorities), then it was Niki Lauda's birthday anniversary on 22nd Feb and finally Alain Prost's birthday was on 24th Feb

three day long F1 pre season testing is over and RBR seems to be clear favorite, with almost no reliability issues (spare a few fuel pumps and Checo's brakes catching fire for a bit) but Red Flags still appeared because of loose drain covers [side note: I have detailed summary of each day if anyone is interested as well as some technical analysis and predictions]

fun fact about some changes in testing: Alpine seems to have added a bit more blue color onto the nose and Mercedes changed their suspension for the last day of testing, because their car features a clever solution which allows them to fine tune the suspension setting for each race

Jeff Dodds the CEO of Formula E believes that F1 title for 2024 is done and dusted after he saw the first day of testing and promised to donate 250k to charity of drivers choice if they win instead

We have an F1 group pic to look forward to which we already saw some glimpses from teams like McLaren

Aston Martin presented their new safety car (personal opinion it looks like a green zebra and I liked last year's so much more)

Sauber confirmed Zane Maloney and Theo Pourchaire as reserve drivers for 2024

4 teams complained about Mercedes front wing but FIA deemed it legal

Fred Vasseur confirmed that Ferrari didn't publish the lenght of Charles' and Lewis' contracts for strategic purposes, he also mentioned they are still waiting for compensation for Las Vegas drain cover damage on Carlos' car (and now they may try to ask for the same for floor damage from pre season testing), speaking of Lewis he said that Fred was the main push for him to come to Ferrari and he didn't have to think much about it and didn't even tell his parents until the day of announcement, one of the things he wants to focus on is the diversity of the team

Steve Nielsen who left FIA returned to F1 as a consultant, Guenther Steiner will return in the paddock as RTL presenter and Matia Binotto returns to the world of racing with E-Powertrain of TEXA

there are rumours of issues for Audi caused by two main figures of team possibly leaving

Este said he's like to try Le Mans

FIA warned fans there are two companies claiming to sell unauthorised F1 hospitality ticket packages

if you follow F1 on Sky Sports, David Croft will miss 3 races this year because of his wedding and a wish to spend more time with family among the expanding calendar

RacingNews365 estimated driver salaries for 2024 (Max 55m dollars, Lewis 45m, Charles 34m, Lando 20m and George 18m for the top 5 highest earning ones)

Ralph Schumacher tried to get into the headlines when he said he thinks that Sebastian Vettel wants to race again but Mercedes would be too big for him

F1 and Nascar might be infringing the IMS trademarked phrase "The Greatest Spectacle in Racing" (because F1 uses "the greatest spectacle in motorsport"

after McLaren Reece partnership, Haas partnered with Palm Angels for luxury clothing and speaking of fashion, Ferrari introduced their fall/winter 24-25 collection this weekend

Google extended the partnership with McLaren to not just be primary partner for their F1 team but also Extreme E

FIA wants to close up a loophole in the costcap rules about part time and third party workers and include their full year salary into the budget (did teams use it to gain small advantage? perhaps yes. but we should have a talk about possible obstacle this makes for teams to find new workers among "undiscovered" talents)

from fan's point of view:

Guanyu did a photoshoot for Elle Men China (and slayed)

Charles was in Uzbekistan before pre season testing for an event with fans (and for skiing apparently)

Lewis posted a thirst trap from his work out session

Pierre apparently posted a pic (video?) of being stopped by police and performing an alcohol test and later deleted it

Charles with his boytoys made another ad during karting

Arthur Leclerc randomly came on Twitch to stream Fortnite (and mentioned he will say Hello everybody, because he can't pronounce Hello guys 😭)

Lewis hung out with Anna Wintour (for Baftas? I think)

multiple drivers played golf and padel together before the Bahrain gp

REMINDER: the first two gps will be held on Saturday, so don't miss out

[norapotwora]

What's Febroary? 😮 Is it a prompt list others can do, or just something you made up? It looks super cool so far!

Thanks, I'm glad that you like it! Febroary is a "daily cat" challenge that have been started by @wildquesadilla on Instagram.

Prompt lists are here:

List one

List two

I've made my own list for personal use, based mostly on the second one. I do not plann to do a whole month daily, I will be happy to make 15 cats from my list. Here it is if anyone would like to use it:

caracal

asian golden cat

canada lynx

polydactyl

pantanal cat

sabertooth

bobcat

puma

sandcat

liger

margay

hairless

barbary lion

serval

orange tiger

golden tiger

white tiger

[sorvete-de-pacoca]

Olá! I was thinking about the post I made about the reincarnation trope, and I thought of this prompt.

Afonso is a single father with a 6 year old son, Luciano, and everything is normal until one day Luciano regains his memories of his past life as a god, his body turns into an adult and he leaves to join the other gods in a great battle.

Afonso is shocked, then heartbroken, and finally he realizes the son he had never existed, he was just a vessel for a god, and any love he had for him turns into hatred.

After the battle is over, he receives gifts from the heavens for his role raising the reborn god: wood for his boat, gold, jewels. He refuses all the gifts, tells the messengers to never come back. Living on that house becomes too painful, so he moves as far away as he can and tries to rebuild his life again, maybe even start a new family. A real one.

Then one night there's a knock at his door and Luciano is there.

Ooh I remember this post! This is a nice concept.

Gonna add with some more info because I'm weak for themes of gods. Luciano's true parent being Pindorama, one of the elemental gods and goddesses of nature. He's the reincarnation of the god of summer and fire. In his previous life he was killed by the god of winter and ice (Martin bc why not lol) and so winter got longer and harvesting was heavily affected. Luciano regains his memories and powers when Martin comes himself to face him disguised as a puma and Luciano uses his powers to save himself and Afonso (if you want I could write the scene bc putting it here would make it too long ;;).

So Luciano leaves and Afonso gets bitter. Years pass and the harmony comes back. Summer and winter live in a balance. Not only other gods but also citizens come to pay tribute to Afonso, the savior, for bringing summer back and restore their crops. Afonso shun then away with knifes or anything he has in hand. Screaming he was no savior and he cared not for their god.

Then Luciano is back. He finds him on his new home. He has the face of the boy he once knew but had grown. His once brown eyes now shined golden and he had regal clothes. A crown of five golden starts (😏) over his head.

Afonso is not impressed and just closes the door on his face.

"hey!" Luciano shouts "that was rude!"

"oh I'm sooo sorry your majesty" Afonso bowls in mockery "are you not used to receive proper tribute? How did you found me?"

"I have a link with the sun. Anything it touches reaches my eyes"

"sure, your 'godly powers'"

Luciano sighs "it's unfair that you're mad at me. I didn't chose that. Do you think I was thrilled about learning my life was a lie? "

Afonso feels rage growing "so that's what it was for you? A lie? Was I a lie to you?!"

"No! I love you as a father! But if I did nothing the world would continue to be a cold wasteland. I had a duty to fulfill."

"So let me ask you, oh god of fire" Afonso faces him "when the war ended, why didn't you come back? Was it necessary to live with the gods and forget your home? Was our home not enough for your greatness?"

Luciano stutters "I'm-"

"tell the truth! If you truly love me then respect me by telling me the truth! Could you come back?"

Luciano feels small against the smaller and older mortal. He looks away in shame "yes, I could've came home"

Afonso nods bitterly "please leave my house."

Luciano doesn't speak. He makes his way to the door, he stops and turns to his father "if you decide to forgive me, you can always call me. I will come to you. Goodbye father." The god disappears, leaving no sign that he was ever there. Except for the flowers that bloomed in the grass on the front door.

[mr-independent]

'this isn't your usual time' yeah well i thought I'd get up early and do something for myself before work for once, sue me. Also my cat is finally at my new place and wants me to be anywhere he's not at the moment so...

S2e2, the real start of Jamie's glow up

-- 'were lucky to have loser: Jamie' 'oi, I'm not just a loser, I'm The Loser'

-- low fat custard that doesn't make you sad really does sound too good to be true

-- does. Does Ted have fancy custom-made Richmond pumas????

-- Nate saying 'dont make changes that could throw off a players headspace' like. Ok most of Nate's decisions are supposed to seem nitpicky and unnecessary but like. Nah he's right on that one. Someone changed the grip colour on my racquet once and i kept getting distracted by it. Sports are mental games as much as physical ones.

-- Ted on the mower!!

-- 'closest thing he can find to a Dodge Ram' I love you Roy

-- Ricky Bell... Is he talking about the singer of the New Editions or the dead running back with the made for TV movie?

-- Ted's favourite book is The Fountainhead? Damn man that's a tome.

-- Ted and Rebecca are so emotionally stunted when theyre together is almost funny

-- 'must be nice to just burn cash' Roy.....you're probably the richest person on ten square blocks. You were a star football player for nearly 20 years. You're the richest football mom there is

-- Keeley rubbing one out to Roy crying on live TV......i mean i get it girl. Emotionally available men are Hot

-- Jamie named the soldier after Ted Danson. Me too, Jamie, me too

-- 'old people are like tall yodas' Jamie should write a fucking book

-- 'my father was a lot harder on himself than he ever was on me' and Jamie saying 'youre lucky' fucking YIKES man. Like yes nobody knows bc he's never said, but still. Yikes.

-- Sharon getting closer and closer is fucking funny as hell. She's got a great sense of humour and it's really showing

-- i make a habit of looking up all the Ted references i don't get and he mentioned Bernie Mac and i had no idea the dealer from oceans 11 was a comedian

-- Sam's dad saying Ted is safe hands 🥰

-- Roy loves white orchids? The depths to this man. Also his ringtone is Bad To The Bone and i find the juxtaposition funny

-- i also like how Roy's sitting next to his former gaffer on the stage

-- the two most awkward people in the entire show sharing an office. What could go wrong?

-- Sharon's finally starting to respect Ted, it warms my tiny little heart

-- Prince of Tides (Sharon's fav book) is, for those of you who haven't read it, is about an American football coach who's struggling to keep his family together after the attempted suicide of his sister. So either she's uniquely qualified to help Ted or she senses something and answered that way to prompt his to read it. Given her entire...her, it's probably a toss up

[artemiseamoon]

Preview: Go Slow

Sierra Six / Court x Puma

Pairing from Behind the Mask | this can be read as a flashback scene for the fic, it expands upon something mentioned in the prologue.

Whumpril 2023 masterlist | day 22

Prompts: sponge bath, infection, let’s get you cleaned up

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With much effort, Sierra Six moved through the streets, using darkness and alleys for cover as he made his way to the 4th arrondissement. The one upside of his enemies dragging this fight to Paris was Puma, who he knows still lives here.

When the sons of bitches went after him, though he knew he could handle it, he thought about warning her, just in case they wanted to use her to get to him. Six made an effort to hide that he trusted her and that they were close so his enemies wouldn’t have an easy way to get to him, not that she couldn’t defend herself. Still, he rather she not end up in any trouble because of him.

Now that every single fucker on the wet team was dead, and anyway for them to correspond with the man who hired them, also dead, it was safe to go to her, if he could make it. Despite being a careful, trained, and strategic fighter there were certain things he couldn’t avoid, like injuries and blood loss, especially if the guy on the other end of the fight was any good.

His latest enemy sent a team of 4, then a team of 6, then one of 10 after him. Within the last 4 days, he’s sustained a nasty knife wound to the left thigh, which never got a chance to heal before being torn open again, a broken rib, a dislocated shoulder which he popped back in place, and some other injuries, the worst of it being the gunshot to his right arm, a new deep knife wound to his right leg and the one to his side; all of which were bleeding like a mother fucker.

Though Six is trained in battlefield medicine, he didn’t have anything he needed to get himself in semi-decent shape, not slouched up against a wall, woozy, and in enough pain to bite his own tongue off. His energy was quickly draining and when he pushed the dead man off of him, it felt like moving a damn car.

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[backupthere]

💁 (for any if the Back Up There stories!)

Did readers influence/change any part of this story?

Since you didn't ask for any particular story, I'll talk about the series as a whole.

The short answer would be "no", in that each story is always complete before I start posting, so nothing that happens in the reactions to one chapter will change what happens in a later chapter.

However, there are a few things that do make an impact. The cast for the universe is huge, and sometimes I like to outsource the creation of characters, which helps to lower the risk of the background characters just being the same four guys over and over again. Those kind of things happen here rather than on AO3, where I'll post asking people to give me a number or a name so I can throw together some character lists. (Once a guy has a name he usually grows a personality by himself...)

The other thing that happens is when somebody leaves a comment about a character reminding them of somebody - particularly if they're talking about guys in the UK leagues, but it can happen with anybody - sometimes a background character gets a face or a skating style due to those comments. It's always clear that the commenter isn't doing it on purpose, and I think if it was deliberately done to try to influence a characterisation it wouldn't work.

One rule I have for myself with this 'verse is that once a fact is established, no matter how tiny, that's canon and cannot be changed. So a casual comment that gets me thinking (did these guys know each other in juniors?) or a response to a plea for character names throwing up a new guy who shares a surname with an existing character can lead to an indisputable fact - there's a guy on the Eagles who has a cousin on the Pumas and they have never interacted in any of the stories so nobody would know this, but the fact remains that they are related because somebody said so and I said "okay then". (I think that might even have been you...)

The very early stories in the 'verse, the short ones that aren't as good because they were silly throwaways before I realised that this thing was just going to be my entire life, also came from more of a chat background, where somebody (@swedishgoaliemafia) would say "hey wouldn't it be neat if - " and then just sit back and watch the carnage. The very first story came out of a chat about why a team had turned up with no backup netminder, and what might have happened to him, and although that wasn't technically influenced by a reader on the basis that there wasn't anything to read at that point, the series as a whole probably wouldn't exist if that conversation hadn't happened.

I also try not to change what I write next because of the audience - I've seen some talented writers get too caught up in their readers' demands for "I wish you'd write a fic where - " and start churning out stale and repetitive work because they stopped writing for themselves, and I don't think I could go down that route... not that that's really a thing for me, as nobody ever sends me prompts or requests for some reason! I do however have in mind that what I'm writing is intended to be read and enjoyed by somebody other than me, and I think there's always subconsciously going to be a little bit of that running through things. I might not set out to write a story or a character or a scene because of something a reader said to me, but it's always hugely satisfying to get a comment saying "X made me cry" when I'd known that it would as I wrote it.

I'm writing for myself, but I'm thinking about you guys as I write.

[sungtaro]

txt besides for the ranking, bestest beloved <33333

*b-sides but the autocorrect was FASTER anyhoo ... proceed

abdghjsd love u ... to begin, my god tier txt bside is forever and always miss 20cm . let it be known she will always be miles above the rest in my heart literally WHEN will they give me another r&b inspired banger with a sweet coming of age theme . but to rank my fave txt tracks that are bsides (so as not to try and rank literally EVERY bside):

20cm > puma > magic island > ghosting > opening sequence > frost > new rules

ask prompts 🤲🏻

[alistair-phoenix]

Prompt #19: Taken

Within the creaking depths of the ship's hold, amongst the cargo sat a raven-haired man who appeared a little roughed up. He was tied to a chair near the base of the mast with little to any light, the only source being from the entrance to the hold itself. This man had no idea what time it was or how long he had been held there. But he was certain that it had at least been a day. The moment of relative silence would end the moment footsteps could be heard with increasing clarity approaching the hold. Down the steps, with a closed lantern in hand, came a man of 6 fulms dressed in the colors of a slightly known pirate crew out of Limsa Lominsa. “Oi, yer still breathin'? Didnae think a hit ye that 'ard.” He chuckled as he approached the tied captive. The man in the chair lifted their head and opened their eyes, their amber hue burning much like the flame in the lantern. But he deigned not to respond.

“Alistair Phoenix, ye worked fer th' Puma.” The pirate set their lantern down nearby before pacing near his captive, like a predator toying with their prey. “'til she blew 'erself that is.” He chuckled at the morbid statement he made before crouching to be at eye level with Alistair. “Quite th' loose cannon ye decided tae stick with. 'caused lots o' problems fer us, she did.” Alistair would not look this man in the eye as he was being spoken to. Afterall, why should he? Why would he be respectful to a pirate that had taken him away from his daily life? Unfortunately, such disrespect comes with a consequence. The pirate scoffed, a small chuckle escaping him as he stood before he punched his captive across the face. Alistair groaned as he turned his head back to face the pirate that punched him, his cheek and jaw throbbing with pain. He looked the man dead in the eye with contempt, blurred vision be damned. This caused the pirate to smile with a sick satisfaction. “Got yer attention now? Next time it'll be a blade.” He then leaned in toward Alistair. “Despite all th' problems she caused, a dinnae blame ye for them. Yer jus' th' map reader... or 'er bed warmer, dinnae care which.” He leaned back and started pacing again. “Point is, ye worked wit 'er and ye should 'ave a lot o' secrets. Tae th' best routes, hidin' spots, hells ye work wit th' bloody fuckin' admiral. And not jus' Maelstrom. Th' captain wants tae know everythin' and ye best talk sooner than later.” Alistair took a deep breath and sighed loudly. “...what do you wish to know?” “Now see? Was that so-” The ship suddenly rolled sharply to the right, throwing the pirate off balance. It even sounded like the ship hit something! After the pirate was able to right himself, he looked toward the entrance. “Th' hells was that about?” Another pirate hurried down into the hold with a lantern in hand, the look of alarm quite apparent on his face. “We got problems topside! Somethin's attackin' th' crew!”

The pirate clicked his tongue before collecting his lantern. “Well, looks like ye got some more time tae yerself. Enjoy it while it lasts.” He said to his captive before quickly joining his fellow crewmate, taking the light with him. Alistair exhaled through his nose before closing his eyes. He could hear the scrambling of several crew members in the floor above and faint chatter before that was soon replaced by yelling, explosions, and gunfire. Minutes would pass and the yelling was still there but the gunfire and explosions had stopped. But soon even the shouting would die down as the voices became fewer until there was nothing but the sound of the creaking ship left making a sound. That is, until, he heard a single pair of footsteps making their way towards the hold. By the sound of it, the footsteps belonged to someone lighter than the previous interrogator. The mystery of this seemingly unknown visitor would be revealed when said visitor floated down the remaining steps into the hold itself. While the only thing that Alistair could see was a silhouette of them, he recognized the shape as it grew closer. It was a woman no taller than 4 and a half fulms with three fluffy tails and long ears who held a familiar staff in one hand. “Ali~ I've come to rescue you~” She called out to him. Alistair could not help but smile and laugh. “Just in time, Alicia.”