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reiden · 8 months

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i wanna hold the hand inside you | r.itoshi

You think of Itoshi Rin, your first love, often; the one who never was and the one who got away. Unexpectedly, you find yourself reuniting with the boy you once knew right in front of your apartment.

cw: f!reader, reader has a habit of skin-picking, soft angst w/ happy ending, suggestive, slight hand obsession?

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You always feel uglier after you pick at your skin. Which defeats the purpose because you do it to rid yourself of an imperfection you've stumbled upon. And yet, after all is said and done and the skin has grown irritated, all you can think about is how you've only gotten uglier.

You used to pick at your face, scratching at any bumps or texture you spot in the mirror, but you've gotten better about it now. You've stopped doing it on your face altogether. It was one too many people who thought they were close enough with you to inadvertently call you ugly. You're pretty sure the first to do it had been Itoshi Sae, your neighbour two houses down. Back then, when you were only eight, you hadn't cared that he thought your habit was unbecoming. It didn't matter what Sae thought — you had Rin.

One day, you realised you didn't really have Rin either.

Since then, you've moved onto your hands.

Your face is the important part, no one ever really looks at hands. You might think about it if you were to give a handshake, but when you think of that person from memory later that day, you'll think of their face. As long as your face is left alone, it doesn't matter what happens to the skin around your nails.

But you like looking at hands. They reveal so much about someone. Whether or not they clean their nails, if they paint them, if their hands are soft or calloused — all of these things are like clues that fit together to form the bigger picture of their life. Your own hands must give away the parts of you that you would prefer to stay hidden — like the fact that you pick at your skin. Itoshi Rin has beautiful hands. His hands were pretty enough that you were glad he played a sport that relied on his legs and feet instead. You never told him that you thought so; he probably would have called you strange should he have found out.

He never seemed to value you in the same way you valued him.

You pull at your skin again, pushing it down with the edge of your nail just until you feel the sharp sting of it having gone too far. It's boring at your job, nothing much to do or see. You sit on an ergonomic moving chair behind a large wooden desk, adjusting calendars and making appointments. There isn't much mystique to your job, nothing to write home about, but it gets you through life just fine. Glancing over at the time, you decide to click through and answer a few more emails in time for lunch to roll around.

In junior high, you had wanted to be an artist. You joined the art club and begged your family to let you participate in painting and sketching classes. You kept sketchbook after sketchbook filled with doodles and things — mostly of hands. It's been a long running obsession of yours. You used to draw faces but ever since you stopped messing with your face, your drawings of them phased out too.

In senior high, a teacher told you that artists don't make money from drawing hands all day. It irked you enough that you let go of that dream. You wanted to become a nail technician, you decided. The day you changed your dream, you went to tell the only person you considered close enough to tell; you went to tell Rin. It was that day that you had to come to the startling realisation that your best friend didn't seem to consider you much of a friend anymore. You spent all of your lunch break looking for him, only to find him practising at the field behind your school. When you called out to him, he ignored you. He stopped answering your texts too. You discarded the sliver of hope you had kept safe within your chest — the very thing that made you believe you would get Rin back soon. Something had changed in him and you didn't know what because he never told you.

(Because he never seemed to value you in the same way you valued him.)

You found other friends. Rin always seemed to be alone. He pulled out of school for a football program a week later, and you decided to give up on becoming a nail technician.

There's a soft beep that rings out from your phone — just one singular chime at the lowest volume you set on your first day on the job — when it's time for your lunch break. You always take it at the same tonkatsu shop seven minutes away from your place of work.

Today, it takes you ten minutes to get there because the heels you've chosen to wear are new ones; you haven't broken them in yet. You bought them for a date that you never ended up going to. Guilt over standing them up had consumed you but you just couldn't muster up the courage to go. You were all too aware of the fact that some pathetic part of you was still clinging onto a boy you haven't seen for a long time.

You remember the brush of the wind through his fringe, the sharp determined glint in his emerald eyes. You still hold onto the way his name once had a home at the tip of your tongue. Even as the years pass, Itoshi Rin digs his teeth into your skin and remains with you; parasitic and tormenting.

You ease yourself into the table in the corner and make your order, scrolling through your phone while you wait. Your feed is full of recent news, some things you understand and others you're not quite sure you get. Rin is there too, mixed in between all the posts about celebrities and new dramas. You were always bad at watching football. You were bad with most sports, they could never keep your interest for long, but you tried for Rin's sake. When the both of you were younger, you'd sit on the grass at the park and watch Rin run through the drills he'd seen his brother do earlier.

As you stare at the pictures of him standing on the pitch, stadium lights spilling down on him, you can't help but feel proud. Sweat glistens along his hairline, his hair still cut in the same way he used to have it when you knew him. The captain's armband is stretched tight around his bicep as his arm curls to hold up a trophy.

The swell in your chest comes with an ache you've never learned to get rid of. This ache that's ever-present, always there like a guest you can't seem to send home. It had only been a small sting when your friendship with Rin fully fell apart, but it grew tenfold when you realised you were in love with him. You pick at your skin again, the same place from earlier. Pain blooms at your fingertip but you choose to ignore it as you scroll past the pictures; your heart squeezes and shudders against your will, even after all these years.

The day inches past, sweat gathers along the nape of your neck. You leave the building at five precisely, stagger into the subway station at half past five, and sink into a navy blue seat at a quarter to six. The backs of your brand new heels dig into your ankles and you're certain there will be blisters when you yank them off at home.

Even still, your day has been a good one. Despite the fact that your mother had called and urged you to visit home; despite today marking the anniversary you first met Itoshi Rin; despite the way your heart always sinks at the realisation that you still remember the significance of what should be another meaningless day. Despite it all, it had been good and you stare at the passerby walking along the platform, head pressed against the cool window.

(You wonder about Rin once more, like you always do. You wonder if he's walking amongst a crowd this evening, perhaps something fried in his hand, keeping his palm warm. Maybe he's holding a drink instead — lukewarm green tea. In another world, it might have been your hand.)

The train shakes to a start, rocking you from side to side and it becomes impossible to keep yourself awake. You drift off to the memory of a boy you once knew.

You're sure you're bleeding. The skin around your index nail is irritated, throbbing with a dull pain. Similarly, there's a sting — a quick flash of something white hot up your left calf — whenever you take a step. Your blister must have turned into a cut.

Your soles scrape against the road, shoulders loose and hunched forward as you meander your way home. The sun has set, disappearing into the skyline in the distance as the sky grows darker and the wind picks up. Streetlights have flickered to life and you pass by a salon still packed with customers, women resting against soft cushions as they converse. You roll your neck from side to side, attempting to release some of the tension that has gathered along your muscles from staying seated almost all day, fingers loosely wrapped around the straps of your bag.

Eyes trained on the fading white marks beneath your feet, you turn the corner into the alleyway you apartment building sits in. There's a crunch of someone taking a step towards you, and then — the call of your name, familiar, wrapped up in the gravelly tone of a voice too rough to belong to the boy you once knew. But you know it's him, anyway.

"Rin?" you tilt your head to the side, scanning over his features as he stands against the sunlight, soft shadows marking his pale skin. He remains silent, almost stunned as he stands across from you, so you speak again, "It's been a while."

He doesn’t smile, but the corners of his mouth twitch in a way that suggests one. Rin is wearing a dark windbreaker, hands stuffed into its pockets. There's a loose thread hanging off the cuff around his wrist, a tiny rip of the outer fabric revealing the slight grey beneath. He clears his throat, "Yes, it has been." There's a pause then, neither of you willing to bridge the gap in conversation as the exhaust fans whir quietly.

"How have you been?" Rin asks, taking a step towards you. You can smell him now, flowery and sweet; its lavender, which is what you had remembered him as. In a way, it comforts you — some things will stay the same and stand the test of time, no matter how many years have inched by.

“I’ve been good,” you hum. Truthfully, you haven’t quite been good in a long time. You’ve been alright, you’ve made it from day to day, you pay your bills on time and you see your friends every other weekend; but it’s not good — it's just alright. You don’t think Rin needs to hear that, not after how long it has been since you last heard his voice following after your own.

It's strange to think about how his mother knows your name and your face, knows that you like lemonade with some raspberry in it; how Rin was there to witness the way you got every fading scar on your arms and legs. Standing before him now, you don't even know what his apartment might look like. Your lives, which were once so intricately intertwined, have unravelled and diverged to the point of obscurity.

You've given him the room to say something, continue the conversation or choose to end it, but Rin is quiet as he takes you in. His brows are furrowed, just a shaky line above his dark eyes as watches you fidget and begin to grow uncomfortable under the weight of stare.

This silence is far too heavy of a burden for you to shoulder, so you cut through with a question that seems a bit out of place now. "What are you doing here?"

Your voice seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was previously in, "I was out on a walk — wandering around, I guess." Rin shuffles even closer and the wind billows, rustling the fabric of his windbreaker. You watch his hair flutter and fall against his forehead.

"I would have thought that you'd be busy all the time, seeing as you're a celebrity now," you say with a soft laugh, twisting the ends of your coat between your fingers while your bag swings gently from side to side in your other hand.

He doesn't seem to like that, gaze sharpening just a bit as his mouth curves into a frown. You chew on your bottom lip, feeling a bottomless pit open up inside of your stomach at the realisation that it's become so much harder to talk to the boy who used to be your best friend. (To talk to the boy who you used to love — who you are willing to love once again.)

It's getting colder as the remaining tendrils of sun slowly disappear, hiding away to make room for the moon to shine. You nod at your apartment, "Would you...like to come inside?" You expect him to say no, after all, the two of you are no longer the people you remember each other to be.

Surprisingly, Rin perks up at your question, firmly nodding once. He follows after you as you walk over to your front door, fishing around the front pocket of your bag for your keys. Rin stands a hair's width away from you, his warm breath fanning over the back of your neck and goosebumps ripple down your arms.

You watch him study your home, scrutinising your choice of decor — the small pictures framed on the walls, magazines and books strewn about — as he takes off his shoes. He seems to be drawn to the picture resting on one of your shelves: it's of you and him, years ago, standing next to each other with smiles full of missing teeth that look more like grimaces. You were hoping he wouldn't notice that one, one of the only pictures you've kept of and from your childhood, but you can't blame him for it either. Had it been you, that picture would have been the first one you noticed too.

"You kept this?" he's nearly whispering as he gently takes the ageing framed photo in his hands.

You rest your bag on the floor, "Yeah. Mom gave it to me right before I moved out." He turns back to look at you and his next words are unspoken, but still so loud.

You hadn't just kept it — you framed it, placed it in your living room for everyone to see. His expression crumbles momentarily, a quiet admission of guilt that settles in the short distance between you. Rin must not have kept much of you with him. He never says it outright, but you know better. Maybe that should leave you feeling bitter but it's somehow exactly what you expected of him.

Has Itoshi Rin changed at all from the last time you saw him? Do you just know him too well?

Dusting off your clothes, you take a deep breath, "It's getting late. Want dinner?"

Rin agrees. Like you were expecting him to.

You've never liked beer.

But you find yourself peering into a glass full of it as Rin settles in across from you. You're still in your work attire, the waistband of your skirt digging into your stomach after your full meal. Rin's left his windbreaker in a crumpled heap of fabric beside his chair, the tip of his finger drawing lines in the condensation forming on his glass. His nails are well-groomed, cut short and clean. They might be better than yours, but that’s because Rin doesn’t pick at his skin like you do. You stare until you think you shouldn’t anymore.

He hasn't gotten up to leave. You haven't kicked him out.

Resting your cheek against your fist, you push yourself forward, closer to him. Your slight movement draws his attention away from the glass, Rin looks up at you as his frown eases up.

"It's strange seeing you," you admit, more open to honesty thanks to your slight state of inebriation. "Strange seeing you after so many years."

"You have that picture," he scoffs, jerking his head in the vague direction of the picture of the two of you as kids.

Scrunching up your nose, you lean back against the chair, "Yeah, but you don't look like that anymore. You're taller and you have too many teeth." You take a sip of your beer, feeling it fizz against your top lip, "And you're probably meaner now."

He startles, looks offended when he throws back whatever's left in his glass. "I'm not mean."

You raise a brow, "You were already pretty mean when you left me." You shock yourself at how easily the words slipped past your lips, how little hesitation there was. How you still sounded so hurt over it all despite having spent years convincing yourself that you didn't miss him. The treacherous muscle beating within your ribcage twists and shakes. It only takes a moment for understanding to soften the glare Rin is giving you. Reaching over, you grab the can of beer to refill his glass, cursing under your breath when you realise it's empty. "I'll get some more — just wait."

You dig around in your refrigerator and you can feel Rin watching. "You're bleeding," he says.

"It's nothing," you wave him off, returning with another cold can.

He shakes his head, "Do you have bandages?"

And so you find yourself with your chest pressed against the cushions of your couch, ankles hanging off the edge. You spare Rin a glance over your shoulder, awkwardness leaving you silent and rigid. He's kneeling beside you, holding two bandages he insisted he get for you from the years old first aid kit stashed away in your medicine cabinet.

"You don't have to do this you know," you mumble, pinching at the inside of your cheek with your teeth. "I could have done it myself."

Rin gently grabs your ankle, his fingers are cold enough to make you jolt. "It's fine," he brushes off your words with nothing more than a grumble. "This could get infected," he adds on as he places the band-aid over the cut.

His hands are on you, fingers wrapped around your ankle almost completely. He skims them over your skin and you suppress a shiver. You think you should tell him that his hands are pretty — that they have always been pretty — but you bite your tongue.

Your cuts don't hurt as much as they had earlier, and the blood surrounding them has dried down. You're sure nothing would have come of it being left uncovered, but Rin seems adamant on doing this simple task for you. You wonder if part of it has anything to do with being labelled as "mean."

He shuffles over to your other ankle, jeans brushing against your rug, as does the same thing. It's been too long since you've been taken care of like this — the feeling has become wholly foreign and you struggle to sit still while Rin smooths out the band-aid over your skin. When he stands up, you twist around and slouch your back against the couch, facing him.

Rin looms over you. He brushes some hair out of his eyes and sits down next to you. "I'm on a break — I'll be around a lot more."

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, "Around to see me?"

And perhaps, you're imagining it, the way he moves closer so that his thigh is pushed up against it. Perhaps, you're imagining how he's leaned into you. Rin's temple makes contact with your shoulder and you exhale.

"Yes," he whispers, looking up at you through his lashes." To see you." You can recognise the guilt swimming in his gaze, leftover from earlier in the evening.

You wish he would just say it — say sorry — but your heart yearns for him regardless of what he's said and what he should have said. It's ridiculous; it was years ago and you should have moved on. (And you know that the only reason it hurt as badly as it did was the fact that you had loved him twice as much when things soured.) You're motivated by the ache you've grown accustomed to when you bring your hand to his hair, digging your fingers in, scratching at his scalp. Much like a cat, Rin goes limp against you and you trace the side of his face with the pad of your thumb.

You try to hide your other hand, feeling somewhat self-conscious about the way you’ve torn it up. Rin reaches for it without a second thought, lacing his fingers together with your own, oblivious to all the rough parts you’ve left behind with your habit.

"What if I don't want to see you?" you question. You don't really mean it — you hope he knows.

You can feel his breath, feel the rise and fall of his chest as he speaks, "I would wait until you said you wanted to."

"Even if that took years?" You pause your movements, hand still in his hair. Rin draws a gasp out from you when he presses a fluttering kiss against your wrist — a nervous kiss, one that tests the waters.

"Even then," he says.

You don't know who leans in first, you want to say it's Rin but you, with your years of yearning, are not to be trusted either. His cold palms cup your face, lips parting against your own, his tongue meeting yours. He kisses you hungrily, eagerly, desperate to make up for years of lost time and memories that were meant to be shared by two but left to be held by just one instead. It almost hurts — when his teeth sink into your lip and you whimper, Rin snaps his eyes open. He licks over where he bit, fingers digging into your cheeks.

You like the feeling of his hands on you. You want them everywhere, you decide. Rin tugs at your collar, unbuttons your shirt quickly, his hands splayed out over your sides and just grazing your bra. It's only then that you pull away, chest heaving as you stare up at him.

"Will you discard me again?" Your voice sounds almost meek in a way; you're afraid of what he might say and of what you might see. Too scared to see him hesitate, too scared to meet his eyes and not see yourself reflected in them.

But Rin's answer is instantaneous. His gaze has darkened some, lust-blown and riddled with the yearning that's been growing in your chest for years. His palm encircles your wrist, the other wraps around your waist chasing purchase. "Never," he says with a kind of conviction that leaves butterflies erupting at your fingertips.

While his hand travels up your back, he kisses you again and this time it feels different. He moves up your wrist, intertwining your fingers once more. You know you have him in all the ways that he has you.

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inchidentally · 2 months

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replying to asks abt the Drama today so pls skip if you're fully over that salfgjlagf (and bl 'tricky asks' to not see me respond to stuff like this - but I always put under a cut as well!)

oh my god this is a whole epic jfc and I'm p sure I repeat myself a lot I'm sorry <3

and for anyone who sees the walls of text below and is like pls tl;dr it for me bitch: today is one of multiple examples proving that Lando and Oscar are exceptionally able to maintain perspective and genuine consideration of each other given their situations and their ages. and that while they, like all teammates, will have ups and downs that they are FAR from the kinds of teammates to ever let the bad times linger or fester. I'm not going to be participating in flipping out or overreacting to it when it does inevitably happen but that it hasn’t even happened today! so I just don’t see a point in projecting the rare examples of melodramatic teammates onto Lando and Oscar as teammates. esp today when they both could quite easily have sniped at each other a bit even indirectly and yet they didn't! Lando at the team? absolutely! but like for anyone feeling sad or upset in terms of the landoscar of it all, I'm genuinely baffled ?? bc I'm personally out here impressed yet again at how well they've handled this ?? so yea <3

just to say, if you're someone who truly loves the Epic Highs and Lows of Formula One then good on you and continue having fun! some people live for The Drama and obv I'm not addressing or criticizing that at all!

but since I'm out here being regularly openly insane about landoscar and I've gotten these asks and seen people feeling upset, I def feel like it’s fair that I bring reality and reason into my posts as well being stupid akfgsalfg

so I've grown up with F1 passively in the background of my life (as in on the main TV in my house) and I'm still mostly a fake, but I've picked up some things over the years and one of them is that the average set of teammates aren't the melodrama ones. most teammates who enjoy genuine competitive closeness on the track just tick each other off sometimes but mostly like each other and hang out a bit - overall the average dynamic ranges from mildly indifferent to good buddies.

(brocedes and sebmark are outliers for a reason. and they did NOT just turn bad overnight. that toxic soup was brewing from the very start. but more about that later in this gigantic ass essay)

so once I realized last season that Lando and Oscar genuinely like each other and weren't gonna pop off over everything, my assumption has always been that they would have their tiffs and snipe to the press or avoid each other for periods but then get over it and go back to liking each other again - rinse and repeat! from a driver’s pov it's way more enjoyable and preferable to NOT be fighting w the guy you spend so much time and share a car with.

but !! that didn't happen and hasn't happened! with Lando and Oscar it very quickly went beyond just passively okay w each other - they've made active choices to show respect and fairness and consideration that for me has truly been exceptional.

and while I'm insane about them for narratives and rpf, the not insane part is how these two fit together so beautifully? like, Lando knows and says how his feelings and his brain can just take over sometimes and he struggles - that includes his feelings of anger and resentment. Oscar's primary trait is being calm and being able to be circumspect even under stress. Lando's actually said that he's learned from Oscar remaining calm. then you've got Oscar's 'hearteyes' and genuine admiration of Lando that shows up not in loud PR ways* but in quiet respect and standing back for Lando to shine and giving Lando his full dues. over time, Lando's come to 'hearteyes' right back bc of the respect and ngl genuine affection he feels for Oscar's fairness and respectfulness and his persistence in showing up and being happy for Lando no matter what. like, none of that requires embellishment and it's said by pretty much everyone including each other!

so to me, that means that when they do inevitably have 'moments' at the front of the pack together in future they'll ofc be grumpy w each other or resentful but it'll all be okay once they've cooled off.

but !! that was not today !! my entire day of reblogging is just a nonstop bam bam bam of them looking out for each other in the face of this drama and taking care to not feed the media who have been dying for them to hate each other since day one. Oscar apologizing and if anything being less celebratory today than he was in Monaco for his second place. keeping the post race short and simple** and not going over the top celebrating after the team photo. Lando repeating in his post races that Oscar deserved the win and that he didn't want the issues with team orders to overshadow that and literally reaching out to Oscar to say 'we're okay' right out of the car <3

so yea in the years they are teammates they will definitely have their off days and probably that'll happen at certain points this season - but genuinely ! it should not be taken for granted how mature and considerate and kind they've remained w each other since basically Austria last year ! that counts for a hell of a lot in terms of not assuming they're "over" every time team strategy screws one or both of them, or that they will become different people and suddenly cultivate melodrama.

and sure, anything can happen etc etc but I don’t see a point in just aimlessly waiting for the absolute worst to happen unless you actively want them to hate each other which seems like a huge waste of time but to each their own ldgfjlagfljsfg

guys… things like "why didn't he spray Oscar with champagne first" and "they had a moment where they weren't smiling" or "the cool down room was awkward" "Oscar didn't thank Lando like Lando did in Miami" “Oscar hasn’t liked such and such on instagram” is not only pointless self-torturing it's also all pretty easy to debunk by someone like me who follows a lot of teams and drivers and sees a ton of different sides to these things every weekend:

- as for the comment likes, Oscar hasn't liked everyone's comments that he should have - I did a quick pass and the standouts are he still hasn’t liked the comment from opeightyone (his own brand company!), still hadn't liked the Australian GP comment last time I checked, or Kym Ilman, literally a fellow Aussie who he talks to at every single race and who left a heartfelt comment. we need to give this poor guy a break and not ignore how much he was laughing and smiling with Lando just bc he’s struggling with the alerts on his phone !! (and as always, we have absolutely no way of knowing anymore when we can say how much the driver is doing vs what their sm team is doing. I saw in a story the other day that Lily had stopped doing her usual emoji replies to his posts for a while (she started up again after quali this weekend) and clearly there's been no issues between them so it's safe to say Oscar's sm officially isn't the true measure of his current relationships!)

- Lando and Oscar were already joking and smiling together before the champagne! so why would Lando then get mad and show it by not spraying him first? (EDIT: as an anon pointed out, when Lando runs over to the McLaren team member Oscar is laughing and follows him! so the plan was to drown the poor guy all along lol.) Lando and Lewis have a special bond from long before Oscar and Lewis and McLaren have had a bond even longer. if I hadn't seen ppl be upset about this I wouldn't have thought twice about Lando running to Lewis after having spend the first half the podium chatting to Oscar!

and just a quick side note, Lando had NO problem showing how mad he was before Oscar came into the cool down room when he threw down that hat and got huffy with Lewis when all Lewis did was say how fast the McLaren is! but every time Lando interacted with Oscar, he made sure to keep it together and be happy for him bc as he strenuously made clear in his interviews, his upset was at the team's directions but he didn't want it overshadowing Oscar's well-earned win. so if anything, view Lando rushing over to Lewis as an apology for somewhat biting his head off over a compliment lfgjflgsalf

- the drivers are exhausted and their default mode after a race is to be not smiling, like not even Lando smiled the entire time following his win. add to today that Lando hasn't been happy with second place for a long time and Oscar isn't an effusive guy and it's weird to think they'd be laughing and smiling nonstop.

- cool down rooms are literally always awkward ?? the drivers hate that there are cameras and conversation is always stilted. it’s where they go to … y'know, cool down, not get hyped lol

- Lando thanked Oscar in Miami bc Oscar showed what the car could do w his overtakes, guys. it was VERY sweet but it wasn't like 'thank you for my life Oscar' or even 'thank you for my win'. but even apart from that, Lando has fully taken on the rightful 'I'm the more established F1 star and the face of McLaren and it's my job to let the new guy know when he's done well' even back before he and Oscar had much of a relationship. but… and I’m about to spin off on this topic now… Lando does very well with this sometimes yes, but remember that the majority of his own feeds are also solely focused on himself like Oscar's and like most driver's are! and that he and Oscar both forget to like McLaren's content most of the time!

but also like……….

please let us please remember Oscar has the same rights to putting himself first as every other driver !! he may be remarkably mature and respectful to Lando and McLaren and exceptionally able to get over being set aside or even screwed over, but he's not a worm!

as far as questioning if him not 'thanking' Lando somehow negates his literally non-stop hearteyes-so-blatant-that-casuals-comment-on-it that he has for Lando every single week... guys.. Lily. like I'm positive he'll make a special post or story with her soon but he only said a quick "hi" to Lily after Ted brought her up and then did a generic thank you to everyone LIKE ?? the guy isn't even effusive about his beloved long time gf !! his love language is not in words* !!

but I also feel the need to bring smth up here bc there is a definite lean happening in some quarters of fandom into fully expecting and taking for granted Oscar's patience and maturity and ability to be happy for Lando no matter how much he's hurting or upset for himself. and I've got to raise everyone who says that the fact that Oscar is allowed to be like every other driver including Lando! he is allowed to feel frustrated or not be a perfect saint! in the earlier part of last year, Lando openly said he was uncomfortable being 'the older guy' and he frequently left Oscar in the lurch not knowing where to go or ignored Oscar to talk to or about his previous teammates. when Oscar hadn't been told the correct time for that major meeting shown in DTS, Lando was not hiding feeling fairly smug after Oscar said "is Lando already here?" and in Australia this year, Lando fully forgot to have anything to do with Oscar in what was literally Oscar’s home town and home country race to the point ! that in the podium drivers conference when a reporter brought up if Oscar was bummed about missing out on a podium, Lando stiffly said that he guessed anyone would want a podium on their home race - but he was far from sympathetic!

now before anyone thinks this is me having a go at Lando, I am not. I'm literally reminding the people who are reading too much into Oscar not saying thank you specifically to Lando in what was a much shorter and less exuberant overall race win celebration and post race video than Lando’s win was: it is not a big deal !! it is not some huge thing that Lando would even notice and that Lando has frequently chosen to not include or show gratitude to Oscar at times when we expected him to and !! it's fine because it really is fine !!

but when Oscar is seen to not cover every single base of gratitude and inclusion for Lando, for some fans it's A Problem or A Worry. and for some people, a broader thank you to the team and not specifically to Lando** is reason why Lando should despise Oscar forever and even consider leaving McLaren like the comments sections are insaaaane bro

these are two Normal Guys who are each living their Own Careers and while it's wonderful to enjoy the things that bond them and are special about them, they are still going to be Normal! and they will not view these tiny insignificant moments where they didn’t fully acknowledge the other with any magnitude at all! they are not expecting a level of devotion to each other that certain fans are! Oscar didn’t notice or care that Lando didn’t make anything special out of his home race and their pre-race fan stage was funny and sweet! Lando didn’t notice or even assume that Oscar should thank him specifically for team orders when Lando himself didn’t thank Oscar for team orders!

like I just cannot emphasize enough the importance of separating fun rpf narratives from reality. Lando tried to mess up Carlos’ parking job before the race as a joke to get back at him over the sign the day before - and then Carlos very firmly said that Lando absolutely should have given Oscar his place back and he even commented on one of Oscar’s posts despite not following him. this does not mean Carlos and Lando are beefing or that Carlos is being mean by going out of his way for Oscar! will I run with that single comment for carcar fodder absolutely - but that is fiction! nobody's mad at anybody!

and then there's the things that don't exist in Formula 1: "Oscar shouldn't have accepted the orders" "McLaren are out to get Lando" "Lando already gets too much hate"

- Oscar apologized for his pace and complications and he gave a very subdued little speech over the radio which was very big of him (and very wrong of McLaren to put him in that position) but if someone thinks any driver including Lando would even slightly imply "nah give the win to my teammate not me" then they’re categorically living on another plane of stan-ism that I can't comprehend. Lando literally said multiple times after this race how he has been the one to benefit from strategy working in his favor - both by McLaren and other teams. he's many many times made a cheeky face or made a joke when he's gotten away with something that fans of a rival driver or team were rightfully furious about. and if a person thinks it was mean when some ppl criticized the role that serendipity played in Miami then maybe that same person shouldn't start biting chunks out of Oscar about the same thing idk !!

Lando repeatedly said how much Oscar has done for him and if his Oscar-hating stans choose to think he's wrong or lying then idk !! he's being mature and fair so like, live n learn from your idol !

and can I just echo everyone saying 'please stop comparing this to brocedes or sebmark' or honestly even charlos? I'm doing bullet lists apparently so I'll do another one lafgljsafgsa

- brocedes is entirely due to their complicated and abnormally intimate lifelong history together leading up to F1. they were already Not Normal Friends and that made for the tinderbox that was their F1 careers together. literally they were destined to have to rupture that level of intimacy if they weren't going to just like get married to each other. they always needed to turn that relationship into something milder and less intense and it would always have exploded no matter what adult lives they had. F1 just made the explosion more violent and public. there’s truly no comparing them with anyone else.

- Oscar bears no resemblance to Mark and Lando bears no resemblance to Seb. Seb as he was in his heyday was... not shy or bashful about being a madman. sebmark never once looked like landoscar and it wasn't this huge revelation that that relationship would end up where it did !!

- Charles and Carlos have a negligible career/experience gap compared to Lando and Oscar and their temperaments are as much primed for friction as Lando and Oscar's are complimentary to each other. not to like 'they're so continental!' charlos but like, their already passionate natures got thrown into a rolling boil of Italian heritage racing and it's why the whole love/hate being sides of the same coin thing always happens with them. their families are even houses alike in dignity etc etc. it's Pure Drama and Intensity and always has been, both good and bad. they’re as terrible at using PR to smooth things over as landoscar are at not even bothering with PR. when Charles and Carlos are good together they’re passionately all over each other and when they’re mad at each other it’s messy and all over the press like a warring celebrity couple. Lando and Oscar are still delicately pawing at their relationship to know what it is and they still shyly touch as if seeking permission. Lando and Oscar are so not PR friendly that even Netflix gave up on them as a narrative entirely. Charles and Carlos are Shakespeare. Lando and Oscar are Jane Austen. Ferrari is the Capulet/Montague pride before the fall. McLaren is Mrs. Bennett trying to social climb using her daughters as bait.

as someone who follows blogs for multiple diff teams and drivers, trust me I see a lot of "my opinion of him is gone forever after this!!!" about something their own fave driver did even just a few races ago and absolutely will do again. same with "the team is destroying him and favoring his teammate!" like I straight up will see that said by each teammate's fanbase of the same team about the same race. this happens at different times throughout the season in every single team I follow - it even happened w Williams of all teams (tho so far that's just the once).

I'm a fake so obv I'm not going to weigh in myself but my cousins and their friends who watch F1 on the app at my house - and who aren't represented ethnically by any driver or team so they don't have bias - always have a much more calm and nuanced take. they assume every driver is out for themselves and by that very fact alone, teams have to take sides when the gap closes. and !! that millionaires doing an elite sport aren't experiencing mental distress over this sport the way common people experience distress over real life !! they go and bury their "woes" in extravagant luxury and an entire army of hugely biased family, supporters and fanbases all of whom think said driver deserves everything.

and that it takes truly heinous betrayal or outright evil to make these guys hate each other with any serious level of depth bc they all know they're The Selfish Asshole just as easily as the other guy.

so I personally trust their takes on things and it's probably why I've always assumed Lando and Oscar would be Normal and have their little tiffs like everyone else does. bc it's rule one of making it to this level of the sport that you have to think selfishly. straight up I'm astounded at how quickly they've both been able to shake that 'visors down' mentality that Andrea referenced in the post race video and see the bigger picture and not be The Asshole to each other.

and overall I don’t mind my dash being a warzone of wild accusations immediately after a race bc everyone usually calms down.

but there are certain things I just do not want on my dash and it's actually not related to what driver a person hates or not....

because while it's silly to see any of these privileged little princes as A Victim and Would Never Do That To Their Teammate (which would honestly get you laughed at by said driver) it's pretty common biased fan behavior. even tho Lando literally kept reminding people that Oscar's swallowed his own pride over things for Lando's benefit many times and that he (Lando) has been on the receiving end of podiums that came from strategies working in his favor (McLaren’s and that of other teams).

and like the idea that Oscar is now some heinous human being bc he's behaving like every other driver including Lando by Lando's own admission is hysterical. the idea that F1 teams are ever in any way benevolent kindly forces or that F1 drivers have anything akin to 'selflessness' over race wins is hysterical.

but where I draw a line is stanning for men in this sport so hard to the point of insane amounts of agonized doomposting and biased venomous rage. sorry but most of us don't want our precious time wasted agonizing over which self-confessed selfish millionaire in a sport founded on and maintained by pure elitism is feeling So Bad and So Sad! that he runs off to be comforted by a beautiful woman/women and adoring family and coddling hangers-on and legions of worshiping, wholly biased fans and millions of dollars on gigantic yachts because the absurdly unnecessary sport he gets to do isn't "looking after him well enough" or "prioritizing his happiness" !!!!??????

like fuck I'm a callous bitch ig but I'm not feeling an ounce of genuine upset whenever one of these men experiences a level of "my sport makes me sad". "oh but it's all they've known !! it's all relative !! money and privilege don’t equal happiness and privileged men suffer too !!" oh stfu no it doesn't and no they're not like stockholm syndrom victims and if they're so unhappy then they can put on their big boy boots and take their money and go fucking do something else holy SHITTTTT

am I not here for allowing any portion of my human empathy to go to a fuuucCKING F1 driver jeeeeeeesusss. all of these men fully have the potential to get metoo’d or exposed about smth bc they're all capable of doing awful things by the time they're in F2 -male pro athletes are NOT objectively safe spaces to hang human morality or to assign automatic grace and good intent - let alone bleed pain or feel sadness for their race results or issues with their teams.

there is no acceptable moral relativity for me and these men and this sport are only of interest to me as a hyperfixation that gives me enjoyment in the form of narratives and a very specific, surface degree of enjoyment.

it’s fine if Lando or Oscar feel their feelings of frustration or anger etc but no way in hell am I going to feel remotely sad for them ??? they’re fine ?? there are genuinely sad things in my life and in the world and millionaires wanting trophies and points isn’t among them !! I’m not entwining my day-to-day happiness in any way with what they get up to and I’ll take what I can enjoy from them and ignore everything else.

and to wrap up this epic which I’m only indulging in bc I do feel like my blog sometimes seems like I’m pushing my own silly narratives on others and genuinely I’m not intending to - most of the reason I actually got drawn to landoscar and wanted to engage in fandom about them is precisely because their real life non-rpf dynamic is so unusually mature and considerate and not toxic or like, at all even overtly masculine. yea I originally got drawn into f1blr for the usual bromance rpf types like carland0 and dand0 etc but I didn’t rly care enough to engage in any way.

but I think this is why I know that the ppl wanting Lando and Oscar to become this insane toxic mess are going to keep raging with disappointment - kind of like how I knew Lando and Max would be perfect again after just a few days while so many ppl hoped it was the start of some battle royale to last years that would end their close friendship. and why I knew Logan and Alex would end up with a genuine, heartfelt friendship when so many ppl assumed Alex would see Logan as one foot out the door and just wait to bond with a more worthy teammate. now we’ve got Alex saying how he and Lily casually talk about Logan for no reason at all and their friendship surviving Alex being given Logan’s car <3

I genuinely don’t bullshit myself into enjoying dynamics unless they feel real - so whatever friction I ever sense between Lando and Oscar as a result of them pushing each other to be the best they can be and helping to bring McLaren from the back of the field to WCC contender, isn’t at odds with them being gentle and unusually private and earnestly aware of each other. bromances were always Lando’s PR insurance with his other two teammates - a nice bandaid to cover moments where cracks showed or Lando didn’t hide his emotions enough. it’s something a lot of teammates use for the same purpose. but Lando and Oscar deciding to forgo that and have their little privacy door to shut out everyone else but each other from their drivers rooms, and how they will be doing interviews and then get distracted talking to each other over things that only interest them, and traveling and hanging out together without giving McLaren PR any material to use… like that’s a lovely, tender little unpretentious narrative to enjoy. watching them tiptoe so cautiously around an almighty cockup on McLaren’s pitwall side and Lando trying to pull himself up out of murky defeat for Oscar and Oscar deciding to celebrate so modestly because what a mess that ending was for them both.

like I just don’t see a need for trying to invent ways to be unhappy or miserable or fabricate a doomed anything when they’re both still so sweet <3 <3 (and honestly it’s the same old tune of McLaren’s strategy needing a swift smack around the head)

tysm babe and I hope this one helped as well <3<3

#inchreplies #tricky asks #mamma mia atsa gigantic ass text post #inchidentallyanessay

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themoonistalkingtou · 6 months

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♣︎New Tarot Game! (Open)

⚠️: First of all I want to apologize for not answering your previous questions from my previous game (the one about moodboards), I started to feel really bad energetically and emotionally but here I am! and this time I will answer ALL of them! are you ready?

The only issue with this game is that I will only answer 25 asks, unfortunately I don't know if I have the energy to answer more than that (maybe in a future).

What is this game about? The theme of this game is: Spirit Guides/ Gods

How can you play this game? Well! You have to send me an ask, and you have to ask just ONE question for your guides/ your favorite god. When you send your question I will answer you as if that god/guide is answering you, here is an example:

Ask: "What Hekate thinks about me?"

Answer: "I think you're a chill person, maybe a little introvert, you have a lot to see in this life..."

Obviously, I will answer your questions with what the tarot cards tell me.

Rules to participate:

Reblog

It's not an obligation but if you can leave feedback it would help me with my reading and make me happy!

Please don't ask far-fetched questions like: "What does GOD himself think of me?", I don't think I'll be able to answer since it's a question that (for me) covers a lot of information.

I do not guarantee that my readings will resonate, I am not a tarot professional but I still hope you will be entertained by my answers. I do not guarantee that they will be very long answers, so please excuse me if one reading is longer than another.

♥︎ Please be patient! ♥︎

w love and kindness: Bri ☆

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months

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I have a request for the tadc fluff alphabet, it’s (i) with kinger.

In house adventure w/ Kinger!

since its just one letter im probably going to treat it like how i treat my usual posts and revert to my bullet list format !! ngl i got so happy because ive been waiting for someone to request kinger, hes definitely my favorite so far

i admit i dont know how willing kinger would be in terms of participating in caines shenanigans.. i think it would depend on the activity itself!

of course, kinger at this point in time would be attached to you like glue, always trailing behind you a few paces... if you two are in a romantic relationship or are otherwise close, hes probably making sure that you dont

you know

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i mean theres the whole thing with queener/queenie, but lets also not forget the possibility of him growing close to others before growing so paranoid

like the man has probably been through it and he wants reassurance that youre still chugging along

now how useful is he to you in trying to solve issues?

not... very useful... but thats mostly given the fact that hes always on edge and/or forgets whats going on every now and then

now if the in house adventure has something to do with bugs.... oh ho ho, boy are you in for it because this man will be all over it in seconds

though for the most part its you and him pairing up to figure things out, usually unsuccessfully..

post adventures he retreats back to his pillow fort, if you ask nicely he might just let you in..!

also brain blast idea imagine one IHA that involves a giant spider or something and one of you get caught in its web leaving the other having to come to the rescue... like i can see it as him saving you as well as the opposite ... i like both... maybe if i flesh this idea out more i'll write a thing for it since the kinger x reader fic is kinda empty

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #kinger x you #kinger imagine #kinger x reader

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does minji have friends outside of seventeen? If so does she hang out with them regularly?

yes! she does have friends outside of svt and she treats them all very close 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️ ❪ click on their ship name for the tag ❫

★ 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

⌗ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sakura ❪ le sserafim ❫ – johnny ❪ nct ❫ mei nagano ❪ actress ❫ – changkyun ❪ monsta x ❫ miyeon ❪ g-idle ❫ – mina & momo ❪ twice ❫

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗sakura + mizuki — mizura — 3 years

no one really knows how they became friends or when they did. some people think it's because of over-lapping schedules or because they come from the same country at some point

it's pretty common for almost every japanese idol in the korean industry to look up to mizuki because of her successful career; and this goes for sakura as well

mostly idol ❪ mizuki ❫ & fan ❪ sakura ❫ relationship but they have gotten closer due to hybe takeover

old interactions were just small scraps.. but fans LIVE for their interactions

mizuki definitely brings up kkura’s jpop era 😖 and begs kkura to dance along with her

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 65% ⌗mei + mizuki — meizu — 1 year

met at the prada fashion week shows & got close because they’re japanese !

any seventeen concert in japan? mei is invited!!

subtle flirting on main but it’s all of awe towards each other

whenever the two meet, instagram lives happen or they comment on each other’s lives

mei wants to learn korean but they both speak the same language.. BUT mizuki appreciates it

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 80% ⌗johnny + minji — johnji — 16 years

is there anything to explain? they’ve been best friends since 2007

whenever new carats / nctzens find their old couple photos, they go crazy and wonder when did that even happen. johnmi LOVE to confuse both of their fans whenever they meet.

even after they stopped d wording, they continued being friends and it never once really affected them after that

friendship bracelets omg 😭 each year they upgrade to a new one, so they have around 16 of them so far

whenever they’re in their respective cities, they visit each other’s family and make sure the other party knows the message their parents give them ❪ mama suh still misses minji ☹️ ❫

they go to each other’s concerts & become the biggest supporter they know

whenever they have time, they film tiktoks together or go live on wv and build legos LOL

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 60% ⌗changkyun + minji — jiku — 8 years

honestly it was platonic love at first sight 🫡

who says minji can’t have a monsta x bestie too?

met with the rest of the mx members and felt more connected w i.m bc of their roots & close in age

biggest i.m fan omg 😭😭 when mx’s love killa came out, she posted it on weverse and made SURE everyone streamed it, along with his rap as well

participated in singing in a few mx songs with good guidance

INSANE VISUAL DUO. im telling u… pair these two up in a room with me and changkyun is coming out pregnant idc 🙄

gaslighted her into getting tattoos ❪ she did it willingly ❫

she uses him as a way to get back at jeonghan and hyungwon

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗miyeon + minji — jimi — 2 years

miyeon always looked up to minji as an idol and had always wanted to meet her

when they did meet, it was like happy awkward? idk how to explain it but they have the same way of style & they’re lowkey twins

frequently meetings at miyeon’s dorm & friendship dates

the pair created quite the chaos as a few news articles were released since their friendship raised dating flags

minji made sure everyone streamed drive and participated in her tiktok challenges

whenever they meet at award shows, minji naturally goes to idle’s table and talk about their plans and other idol perfomances

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗momo + mizuki — momi — 10 years

the second person mizuki has been friends with for the longest time.

while getting gigs at different companies, mizuki met momo and mina on her way to a japanese restaurant in seoul and chatted with her in 2013

every year they post friendship photos over the year and it really warms up the hearts of many onces & carats

when it was announced mizumo was happening,,, lets just say many were excited for the new content of trio

just like with nayeon, mizuki goes to momo’s dorm and just hangs around with momo or the rest of twice

main dancer trio w mina

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ – popularity ranking : 75% ⌗mina + mizuki — naki — 10 years

along with momo, mizuki met mina and they kicked it off as well

not as close close like mizuki is with momo but she considers mina one of her main close friends / circle

both ballerinas and they like to go out and indulge in some classic ballet training

finds mina so cute and is constantly under her instagram posts

when fans find their photos together, it’s like a shrine they have for them as they barely hang out with each other

main dancer trio w momo

an — ❪ 🪁 ❫

yall while i was finding pics for each person. i giggled to myself like 3 times. changkyun is so fine like i want him to do unspeakable things to me 😖 johnny as well like whattt😭😭

fun fact: i’ve had so many eras with these two men its insane. can u tell i miss 3rd gen..

wanted to add twice but chaeyoung has been weird lately.. so i didnt add twice as a whole. idc if it’s been a long time.. i DO NOT feel comfortable with her. go ahead and complain, i am not changing anything.

srry if some are short ❪ esp. momo & mina ❫, going to write a relationship w/ mizumo so there’ll be more info there rather than here !

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andromedaexists · 7 months

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WUPDATE: Desecrate

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟼𝚝𝚑 || 𝙱𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙾𝚃

sorry for stepping away for a few weeks, there were a couple things happening in my life that required my full attention!

BUT I'M BACK!!! (a lil bit late BUT THAT'S OKAY) and I come with news!

I was accepted into Lavender Con! It's a new book convention in Washington, DC that's coming up in June! I will be attending as an author with 2 days of signing time for Call Me Icarus! I will also be bringing a couple proofs of Incorrect Eyes, I might even give them out as ARCs!!

Incorrect Eyes is entering revisions! I stopped working on it for a few weeks to let it ruminate while some alpha readers looked at it. Not all of my readers have come back to me at this point, but I have enough feedback that I want to start working on it and get it rolling!

Desecrate is entering re-writes! I have a decent amount written from last spring when I used Desecrate as my final project for Starting A Novel. Since then, I have changed a lot of things including the entirety of Kit's personality, so the story is going into full re-writes!

I have a new project on my plate! I had the idea for a cozy fantasy that I would love to work on in the background as a way to sort of decompress from my heavy hitters (a.k.a. my stories about: rebellion & revolution, paranoia & body horror, and the deconstruction of religion & religious trauma). This is a background work so I don't wanna talk too much on it, but i'm very excited about it!!

I think that covers most of what's going on! I spent a lot of time developing a (nearly 10k word) plot outline for desecrate and we're going back in from square one!

But I know y'all are here for the snippies:

snippies are going to be a little bit different moving forward now that the news of tumblr feeding our posts to AI has come out. I've already opted out of this happening again, but just in case tumblr is a soulless corporation (it is), I am still going to remain cautious. That means the snippies I share will now be from early drafts of my stories and will not be the same as they appear on page. They might also be shorter! but I don't want to stop sharing all-together

from desecrate:

Kit feels emotions thick in the back of his throat as he walks through the home. Everything has been left untouched, covered by a light layer of dust from the year of vacancy. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a lot to move in, there isn’t much room left. “Whoa, are these all you?” Benny asks from across the room. Ah yes, the Kit wall. His mother had installed it in the house before they moved to the city, leaving his papa here alone. It’s the far wall of the living room and it’s filled with hundreds of photos, all of him from the time of his birth up until the day they moved about a decade ago. Kit walks over to join Benny just as Father Isaac comes up behind them, resting his hands on their shoulders (Kit & Benny are shoulder to shoulder w/ father Isaac between then but behind them family portrait style). His eyes scan over his youth photographed before him. Pictures of him as an infant in the frilly dresses his mom made him wear, pictures from every year of ballet he did, pictures from ever sport he ever participated it. “Oh my God!” Benny gasps. “Kitty, you never told me that you were a cheerleader?” In her hand is a picture from 8th grade, the year before they moved. The year before kit’s life changed. A pang of sadness resounds through Kit’s heart as he looks at the picture. He was happy, truly happy then. He misses those much simpler times when he didn’t know who he was but that didn’t matter, that didn’t stop him from doing what he loved to do with the people he loved.

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Something I've been thinking about in the past couple of months is what current fans of JJK will think of the series in the future: 1, 5, 10+ years down the line after it ends. I don't think it's a secret or anything that fans are really divided and have during opinions about where the series is going and how it might end, but I'm curious about what it's legacy will be. Do you have any thoughts about that? (Also hi I hope you're having a good day!)

oooh interesting ask, thank you winnie :D hope you're having a good day too !!

hhhhh im not sure im smart enough to conceptualize this kind of thing fairly, but im gonna do my best 🤞 sorry in advance for the essay omg

one thing i wanna touch on really quickly is that i feel like the lifespans of fandoms are decreasing. im not sure if this is a fair assessment, but it seems like people move on quicker that they used to and migrate to new fandoms quickly as series end. i think it has to do with the increase in the amount and accessibility of new media, plus the trend of "consuming," rather than enjoying. part of a growing problem of rapid consumption and accelerating trend cycles.

that being said, jjk is still ongoing for who knows how long (allegedly finishing this year), and has to be animated after that. so depending on how they break the series up, and how hard mappa decides to push their workers, could be up to 5 more years of releasing content, which means retention of old fans and acquisition of new fans. i also think it will be impacted by the ending of the story.

the other two fandoms i participate in are 10+ years old (death note is 20+ at this point...) so im gonna use them as reference points

i was like...1-5 years old when death note was actively releasing, so im not sure how ppl were reacting at the time. but death note has become a "classic" anime/manga that new fans are constantly discovering and appreciating, keeping the fandom going. a lot of people still love death note, and from what i've seen, it's generally less divisive. people like death note, generally. everything has flaws and can/will be criticized, but as far as anime/manga goes, people are generally able to come to a consensus that death note is good. it has interesting characters and interesting themes and comes to a satisfying conclusion- that no man can be god. because of that, it still has a large and active fanbase that has enjoyed much longevity.

in contrast, tokyo ghoul is very divisive, and its aggravated by the fact that the anime completely diverges from the manga, and creates its own story, so the reviews are always mixed. it's wonderfully tragic or it's edgy. it's beautiful or it's boring. it has great themes or it's incoherent. it doesnt help that the mangaka was seriously burnt out towards the end of creating it. despite the fact that tokyo ghoul was one of the most popular anime/manga at one point, its fandom, while very much alive, is also pretty small. im either oomfs or oomfs-in-law w pretty much everyone here. i think the amount of criticism tokyo ghoul got (which dont get me wrong, some parts are very much worthy of it, but that's not what people were saying) affected the longevity of the fandom.

that brings me back to jjk. i think there's two camps of people in the fandom right now: those who are only interested in a "happy ending" and those who are interested in whatever ending may come, so long as it suits the themes and the character arcs feel completed. so i think the way jjk ends will be the deciding factor of its legacy and the direction the fandom takes.

personally, i'll be happiest with the second option, i mean im a tragedy fan if nothing else, and i love the thematic aspects of jjk. but i know most people will be looking out for a happy ending, at least based on what i see people saying. the fact that so many people are back to saying jjk is good after last night's leaks is proof of that to me. i think if the manga ends happily, whether it suits the story or not, people will be more likely to stick around than if it ends in a way that is less happy, but suits the story perfectly. if that makes sense.

#tl;dr #if the manga ends happily regardless of themes or anything the fandom will last longer than if theres a darker ending that suits the story

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 9 months

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A/N ::: I think this is so damn cute that if my feet weren't planted firmly on my floor from the tiny chair I'm sitting in, I'd be kickin' em every which way. Instead, I settled for biting my bottom lip. I'm pretty excited about how adorable this turned out. Brain rotting on Shoto. Happy New Year, everyone!!

C/W ::: Sweet, sweet fluff. Shy reader and Shoto, vague "drink" reference (doesn't have to be alcohol), little huggy huggy and a little kissy kissy.

WC ::: 1,779

"D-do you think he'll be there? God. He's not going to go, is he?" You were talking to your best friend on the phone about the object of your affection, Shoto Todoroki.

He is one of the most beautiful people you have ever met, inside and out. He was kind but didn't expect anything in return. Smart, too, but he never made anyone else feel stupid.

You just needed to see him tonight.

It was new years eve and you'd be damned if you went another year without a kiss. Even if it didn't mean you'd spend the whole year with whoever you kissed. It had been too long since you felt someone else's lips pressed to yours and you just weren't going to stand for it.

"Ok, well, I guess I'll see you there. Right? You're going, right?"

They assured you they would be there around 9 or 10 and you said goodbye.

You pulled up to the party, parked and got out. Your clothes weren't anything special. A cute zip-up hoodie with a tank top and jeans. Your favorite pair of worn out light blue Vans donned your feet as they carried you closer and closer to the door.

You didn't even know whose house this was. But all of your friends that you talked to said they would be there, so that made the transition from lonely and shy to a little social butterfly something that seemed possible even before you started drinking.

It was unclear whether or not you should knock. So instead of making a blatant ass of yourself, you bent over and pretended to tie your shoe. Praying that someone would open the door and you could peer inside and see who all was in there.

As you were bent over, fiddling with the laces of your shoe that was very obviously not tied, but looped through in that lazy shoe wearer way, footsteps approached behind you. And a voice that you knew all too well was there to help you if you needed it.

"Y/n? Hello. Are you alright?" Your heart dropped into your pussy and your stomach jumped to the back of your throat. It was quite the experience to have your insides rearrange themselves with only his voice as the reason behind organ musical chairs.

The heat that washed over your face and chest was like what you imagined kissing him would be like. Slow, at first and then all-encompassing. Wherever your heart was, it was beating like crazy. He. Is. Here. You couldn't help but wonder if he came to see you or if he was here for other people. His friends or whoever.

"SHO!" What the fuck. Why are you yelling at him like this. "Shoto, hey *aheh*. Hey, how - how are you? I - I didn't know you were coming t-to this party. F-fancy seeing you here." Oh my god. You wanted to curl up in the fetal position and kick yourself for becoming such a stuttering mess in front of him. But how to kick your own ass? That was the problem.

"I am good, thank you for asking. Yes, Kacchan and Deku invited me. I thought it would be rude to not participate in the festivities after an invitation. How are you enjoying the party so far?"

You gulped. You hadn't even gone inside yet, but the fact that he was here and talking to you made you feel like you'd been here for hours. He was always so kind and attentive to you. You loved it.

"I'm good. I’ve seen a lot of people go in. So, I guess that's a good thing, right? I mean, what's a party without people. Heh," you wondered how stupid you'd look if you just stood up and ran away from him.

"Would you like me to show you where the party is? I can show you where everyone is. Follow me, please," he opened the door and walked inside. You followed him through a hallway, down some stairs and into a spacious basement.

Your eyes scanned the room looking for familiar faces. But the only person you could find that you knew was Shoto. And he had left you by the door.

"I have to go get a drink. Would you like one? We can go up to the kitchen and grab something. Or we can stay down here and I can bring it back for you."

You nodded.

"Yes! That's ... it's ok. I'll join you. You don't have to worry about me," you tried to smile. You didn't want him to think that he had to babysit you. But you wanted that. You wanted him to dote on you, you wanted to dote on him. All night.

He nodded and started walking towards the stairs, reaching behind him to take your hand so you didn't get separated in the slight crowd.

"Ok. Let's go up, then."

You watched him walk up the stairs. His sweet little bottom was inches away from your face. Your face flushed a pretty pink by the time you'd gotten to the top step.

As you were standing there, watching him fix the drinks for you both, someone came in the front door. Yelling about how 2024 was going to be their bitch.

"Y/n! Hey, how are you?! I'm so glad you made it." It was your friend, who had told you about the party.

"Hey! Yeah, I'm doing good. I just got here." You opened your eyes wide and, as subtly as you could manage, you tilted your head toward Shoto to show your friend that he was here and he was fixing a drink for you.

"Yeah! I see!" They smiled at you and raised their eyebrows in approval.

You couldn't help but admire his ass as he bent over the counter. It was perfectly round and fit into his khakis like they were made just for him. His muscles and slim waist were enough to make you drool.

As if he could sense you staring at him, he turned around and smiled.

"Y/n, I made you a drink. Come sit with me and chat," he gestured to a small couch in the corner of the living room.

You followed him, holding your drink and wondering what he was going to say.

He started telling you about some new video game that had come out and how he couldn't stop playing it. He showed you a few screenshots on his phone and you tried to pretend like you knew anything about that stuff. You really wished you did, though. It would be one more thing you could talk to him about.

It was nice to hear him talk and watch the way his eyes lit up when he talked about the game. He was so passionate and you wished that you could talk to him like this all the time.

As you were listening to him, he reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"You're … so, um, beautiful, Y/n. I hope you know that. I apologize if that was too forward. I’ve just, well, I’ve wanted to tell you that for a while now."

Your heart skipped a beat and you looked away from him.

"Thank you, Shoto. That's really sweet of you."

You weren't sure what to say to him. But you hoped that he would keep talking to you, even if it was only for a little bit. You didn't care if he had a girlfriend or was just not interested in you. You wanted to spend time with him and hear him talk and just be in his presence.

As the clock struck midnight, everyone gathered around the TV to watch the ball drop.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy new year!"

Everyone cheered, kissing and hugging each other.

You and Shoto stood next to one another, unable to meet the other's gaze. You wondered if he could see it written on your face. How much you wanted him to kiss you. Or simply hug you.

He rubbed the back of his neck and you're pretty sure you heard him mutter something like, "Ok, Sho. Now."

And Shoto wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a tight embrace.

You could feel his breath against your ear as he said, "Happy new year, Y/n. I hope you have a great year."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and breathed in his scent. It was like cedar wood and vanilla, a combination that made you want to bury your face in his neck and never let go.

"Happy new year, Shoto. Thank you for being such a good friend to me."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as you said the word 'friend.'

You didn't want to be his friend. You wanted to be so much more than that. But you couldn't bring yourself to say it. You pulled away from him and smiled.

He looked into your eyes and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"Y/n, would you mind terribly … if I kissed you? Even just for tonight. I've wanted to for so long and I think tonight might be my only chance," he blushed and looked away from you.

You nodded, unable to find your voice.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, gently at first, like he was testing the waters. And then he kissed you again, harder this time. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest as he kissed you.

You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to you. You couldn't believe that this was happening. You didn't care if it was just for tonight or if it meant something more. You wanted to kiss him all night.

As you pulled away from him, you noticed all of your mutual friends staring at you. Smiling hard for the two of you finally admitting to each other that you wanted more than a friendship.

Kirishima began clapping and hooting about how wonderful new opportunities are and you noticed the blush that had washed over Shoto's face. He was so charming it made you crazy.

You reached up and stroked his cheek.

"Thank you for the wonderful kiss, Shoto. I hope we can do it again sometime."

He nodded and smiled, letting his fingers dance down from your back to lace with your own.

"I'd love that, Y/n. Happy New Year."

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bloodyscarab · 9 months

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Moon Knight Mystery Swap!!

hey! here's a fic i wrote for @fdelopera for the 2023 moon knight mystery swap! very belated חנוכה שמח!

so grateful to have participated in this, and as a jewish system i felt incredibly lucky to have been able to write about the feeling of being a jewish system around the holiday season for another jewish person! thanks for this prompt and thanks to @tiptapricot for putting this on!

rededications of dedication

word count: 1.1k rating: g prompt: mcu moon knight system celebrating hanukkah, but each alter has a different idea on what to do, but while writing this turned more into the mcu system celebrating hanukkah, showing what each alter did to prepare. oops! final notes: slightly angsty in the middle, but a happy ending! small mentions of struggling with religious identity. generally jewish stuff that i don't aim to explain for the uninitiated. based slightly on my own system experience + how our system engages with religion. cheers!

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in the system, it was jake that first engaged with the idea of hanukkah.

the concept of celebrating hanukkah had grown into a distant fog in the years since the system had left home. religion itself was not the issue, but the time and space in which hanukkah resided always felt distinctly hollow. the winter holiday season always left them with a bitter burn.

hanukkah wasn’t necessarily about the family. they all knew that. but it wasn’t a transgression to want someone to pray with, to watch the candles’ dancing brightness with, to recount embarrassing memories of hanukkahs past with.

jake had proposed the idea internally because layla that had inspired it externally.

“did you ever celebrate hanukkah, as a kid?” her eyes were scanning her phone as marc laid next to her in bed, back turned and eyes closed. the room was dark aside from her phone screen.

he hummed inquisitively, turning to face her. “why?”

“just looked it up because i was curious. it starts next week. i thought it would be cool if we could do something.”

“i did used to celebrate, but not for years.” marc wanted to expand on the statement, but every memory he tried to reach for felt as though it was only pulling itself further away from his grasping hands.

“do you wanna do something?” her voice softened, like she could witness the mental struggle in his face. “we don’t have to. it was just a thought.”

“i don’t know. i’d have to think about it.” it was such a simple answer that only seemed to hold multitudes of further questions. she nodded with a hum and looked back to her phone.

steven wanted something that he felt he could excel at.

he took to research on the prayers and traditions a part of him thought he ought to know without looking them up. the prayers he found felt clunky on his lips at first, like he was hitting square blocks against circle pegs. he understood only vaguely that the language had once felt circular before, that his mouth had, at one point, not felt square.

it was important for him to get those kinds of things right, and he knew within himself that it felt important only to him. he knew that marc didn’t mind, he knew that jake already knew, he knew layla wouldn’t mind. yet he struggled with each word, getting the pronunciation of the chet just right, letting the spacial vowel between the dalet and the shin hang for just the right amount of time, just for himself. it gave him a purpose for the moment, for his time out.

he was the one that looked for a hanukkiah, in a joint effort with layla. marc had imagined something rather plain and uninspired, while steven and layla pushed against the idea. the pair chatted over layla’s laptop for hours over ideas: surely electronic ones were too cheap and far from the original story, a thick olive wood one seemed too grand, a silver one with long and elegant intertwining strands felt just slightly too ornate. then there was the prices; then again, what was hanukkah but a celebration, an excuse to buy and use something expensive, ornate, heavy with artisanal craftsmanship and centuries of tradition? marc only listened in, intense conversations in the next room over that he could absorb in the louder chunks, but not entirely.

marc had been more interested in the understanding of his own history. asking jake for some kind of exchange of memory felt like walking across a glass bridge under a dark abyss, trusting in one another to not let the other look down.

jake’s stories felt only somewhat familiar to marc. each memory felt fragmented, split into a narrative marc remembered and a narrative jake knew to be true. marc was surprised with the amount of things he thought to be routine that he learned from jake. jake remembered things like the murmuring of marc’s father in his study, reading over the hanukkah halakha. he remembered things like watching marc’s mother taking time to wipe the wax that dripped down the hanukkiah branches just before sunset, the sky’s pink hue bathing her features in a glow that made her look less angry, less tired.

marc had the instinct to hide from the memories, to run across the chasm between him and jake and shatter the transparent bridge. he ached with a feeling of profound loss. he was faced with the seemingly endless times he missed those moments that connected him to deeply to his identity, the moments he now realized were missing in a way he wanted to recapture.

it stung in a way he could not quite place that jake did not just hold the memories he could not bear to carry, but also ones where he had been content, if not still balancing softly on an undercurrent of imminent destruction. the stinging became a quest, a want for versions of the feelings that jake held onto for marc alone.

jake suggested hanukkah because he wanted it. marc was jealous, in some respects, of jake’s assuredness. some of the prayers still hung from his lips, tucked into his cheeks to be used whenever needed. jake knew about hanukkah in a way that was admirable simply for his memory. he remembered their father’s recountings and readings of maccabees, held firmly to the power of the visual of jews with agency, power, self-confidence.

hanukkah was more than just lights on a windowsill, more than simple stories that echoed through bones of generations, and jake knew that best.

before the first sunset, it was jake’s hands that unpackaged the hanukkiah, placed it on a small plate to catch wax like their mother had done. it was marc’s hands that lit the shamash, touched it against the first candle. it was steven’s voice that recited the prayers, slowly, methodically, like he had practiced.

and it was layla that sat the longest at the desk, letting the warmth of the light rest against her as she sat on her laptop until the columns of wax were redistributed into drips and puddles. the light from the flames radiated off of her face and curls in a way that marc felt comforted by.

when she crawled into bed beside him, he hummed at her like he did the week before when she suggested celebrating hanukkah in the first place.

“still a good idea?” she whispered.

“yeah.” she could hear his gentle smile in the dark through his words. “glad you suggested it. you seem to enjoy it, too.”

“of course i do.”

“seven more days,” marc mused, a tone in his voice that held an air of sadness at the transience of the positive feelings of the holiday.

“seven more days. until next year.”

“yeah. until next year.”

#moon knight mystery swap 2023 #moon knight #marc spector #layla el faouly #steven grant #jake lockley #fanfic

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loaksky · 1 year

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Hello love, I'm so so happy for youuuu, i saw your 1k follower post and now this!!!! Ahhh I'm so happy, you really deserve this for your hard work, and i saw some angst prompts i can't decide between 19, 32, 33, 38, 42, and 48 with like neteyam, lo'ak or Jake, like cheats on the reader, Like they were forced into a marriage or something? Yeah no comfort, I'm in a sad era rn, i need some heartbreak 😭🤌🏼 and again a very hearty congratulations 🎉👏🏼🫶🏼💙

fourth installment for the party; thank you for participating !

jake sully x fem omatikaya!reader, angst w an open ending, prompts 32 + 42, wc: 1046

not typically fond of the whole 'neytiri's sister' trope, but tried to do something a little different and i think it works well enough in this case !

It’d always been like this, the burden of the clan’s future on your shoulders, yet the eclipse of your younger sister’s shadow looming like a snuffing darkness. You’d been born out of obligation, Neytiri born of pure desire, and out of all the things that graced the small moon to intensify this gnawing feeling, you hadn’t expected it to be the clumsy dreamwalker who stumbled upon your village.

Jake Sully was a peculiar thing and, even more peculiar, you were tasked with showing him the way of the Omatikaya despite having other pressing duties to tend to. So as the sun sits high at its peak in the blue skies, until it disappears and shrouds Pandora in the glowing luminescence of the moon’s heartbeat, you toil with blood, sweat, and tears to make sure that Jake Sully won’t disappoint you or your people.

But the biggest disappointment doesn’t come from Jake, though. It comes from you. Because try as you might to separate your duties from the ministrations of your temperamental heart, you fall hard. Can’t help it when Jake doesn’t make you feel the pressure your parents and the villagers do. When he makes you giggle, makes you forget that you’re doing this out of requirement. Especially so when his fingers brush yours and your skin lights like livewire beneath a cool surface.

Jake Sully makes you feel and you begin to wonder if you’re willing to give in and lay yourself bare at the expense of everything you’ve worked hard for since you can remember.

So when Jake tells you that your father and mother want him to choose a woman to solidify his place in the tribe, it makes your stomach lurch like the waves of the relentless ocean. There are women, far and wide, who fawn over the newcomer. Whisper the most decent and indecent things about your Jake.

But most importantly, Neytiri is among those eyes, the quietest of those whispers because if there’s anything she hates more, it’s the idea of crossing her beloved older sister. Of taking away yet another thing that dangles just within your reach.

“Have you chosen?” you ask with bated breath, stoking the dying fire at the center of the tent.

Jake blinks at you like you’re stupid, a silent gaze that asks if you’ve been experiencing the same things that he has over the course of months flooded with an overwhelming yearn for you.

“I have,” he opts to say, swallowing down the knot of fear that wedges at the base of his throat. He moves the smallest of spaces closer, pinky finger reaching for your own as he watches the flames cast harsh shadows over the soft contours of your stoic face.

You nod once, a long stretch of silence making the ache in Jake’s chest pinch tenfold.

“You’re not going to ask me who?” he asks quietly.

“Should I?” you reply, fixing the final pieces of your bravado into place.

He blinks once, twice, in disbelief.

“Don’t make me feel like I imagined this whole thing,” he pleads softly.

You want to be selfish, want to push yourself into his arms, want to whisper against his lips that of course he hadn’t imagined this whole thing. That if you didn’t have your whole world on the line, that you wouldn’t think twice about giving yourself to him, of taking him as he is.

“Perhaps you have,” is all you say, shifting to settle a sizable distance between you two.

He’s incredulous, speaking to cover the sounds of his breaking heart.

“I think I…,” Jake trails off. “I know that I’m falling in love with you. And I also know that you feel it, too.”

You scoff out a humorless laugh, unable to meet his gaze because you know you’ll crack.

“There are hundreds of other women you could set your sights on, Jake,” you say flatly. “Why me?”

“Why not you?” he argues shakily. “I don’t care about other women, and maybe I’m being presumptuous, but I also don’t care about your sister.”

That makes you look.

It means that he’s noticed. He’s noticed that the same way he yearns for you, Neytiri yearns for him. It makes it burn all the more, that you’ll always be his first choice despite having to put an end to whatever this is between the two of you.

“I have a duty to this clan, Jake,” you say, feeding more fuel to the fire. “My future has already been mapped out and you are not a part of it.”

His face falls, ears flattening as he jerks away like he’s been burned.

“I should’ve…” He shakes his head. “I should’ve already known I wasn’t good enough.”

Your eyes shake with tears, scalding as the flames start to lick the edges of the enclosure. Of all the things Jake could be in your book, good enough would always be one of them.

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “It’s not like that. It’s just–”

“Then tell me what I did wrong!” he hoarses, chest heaving. “What’s wrong with me?”

Your lips twitch into a frown and you hiccup as Jake unravels before you. You reach a trembling hand towards him, but he’s drawing farther and farther away from you.

“I’ve been trying so hard,” he shudders, standing to tower above you. “To make you see that this is all for you. And I’d be a damned liar if I said that I went into this with the purest of intentions, but you made me fall for you. You made me want to be a better man for you.”

The first tear slips and you’re dashing it away angrily.

“Jake–”

“I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life, but I’m just now finding something actually worth living for,” he swallows. “So please, just be with me and let me live.”

You’re blinking away the sheen that glosses over your eyes and pools at your waterline.

He watches you with desperate eyes, watches as your fists clench and you sniffle over the roar of the crackling fire. It burns nearly as much as he does for you, but when you don’t meet his gaze, or make no moves to follow him after he leaves, he gets his answer.

#neng's 2k party ! 🐉#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully drabble #jake sully angst #avatar the way of water #avatar

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ctheathy · 1 year

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Heads or Tails for Granted

Rio Ranger x Reader

NSFW Oneshot

The Dress-up Doll; one, if not the single character with the most pent up anger, jealousy and frustrations. But you give him a way or two for all that tension to be pleasantly released. And for being a violent sadist, he's surprisingly obedient and sensitive towards it...

Edit: I'm probably gonna adjust and edit this fic when I gain the motivation for it. It feels incredibly unfinished in my opinion and I internally cringe every time at how fast it gets intimate. Plus, Ranger would never give in that fast, so that's another something I don't really like about it. I believe the main problem is that I wrote the smut before actually thinking of a scenario that led to it, so I just rushed the first part to get it over with. Learning from that mistake, that's for sure.

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

This is a smut fic, read at own risk. dom!Reader+sub!Ranger

“So you're telling me you want my bottled up anger to be set free?” The doll spoke in a bitter tone as he raised an eyebrow, his face card expressing one of anger while his bright orange eyes were as cold and emotionless as usual. You two were currently sitting in your assigned room as you left a very directed message for him; which he unsurprisingly took as a challenge or another excuse to torment the participant it was from.

“I hope you understand that you're playing with fire here, bastard” he spoke coldly, sending you a death glare, but you weren't phased in the slightest. You had your one and only goal which you were going to achieve no matter the struggle.

“dangerous, you say~?” you sneakily spoke before you leaned in once more, getting in his face. Your face met the side of his neck as you came in contact with him, giving him the much needed warmth. You kissed his neck as well as nibbling at his skin, the heat of your mouth and probably saliva exposed onto his throat. Your left hand sneakily went over towards him as your stroked him on the other side of his neck with your fingertips, brushing it left and right. All while still continuing your act of leaving soft kisses and bites all over him.

“Gah...!” Even though he was made to be a doll who feels no pain and is unaffected by the cold... he was not unaffected to the heat of your tongue. He felt all the heat that you were putting on him. “W-Why you...~!!” He let out small gasps of pleasure, the feeling was beyond intense.. he loved it. Rio leaned his head to the side.. giving you more access. And as it was given, you didn't hesitate in the slightest. A small giggle leaving your throat and onto his skin which made him shiver slightly. More of your mouth met his neck, but you made sure to remain gentle. Along with softly sucking on his most sensitive spots, your mouth doing most of the job for you. your hands went over to his back, drawing circles onto his upper back with your fingertips. He let out a loud moan before grabbing onto your back, wanting more of it. He leaned his head back as much as he can so that you could go as far as possible.

The feeling was overwhelming, the pleasure was immeasurable.. he wanted to be closer to it. He felt like this was his only chance to be truly close to someone, to be happy. He didn't want it to end. He wanted more...

You stood on your tippy toes so you could move up a little, your tongue teasing him on the way there. You just continued giving him kisses that only seemed to grow more intimate as time went on. You wanted to make him feel good... your fingers caressing everywhere over his body while you continued to mercilessly pleasure him with the warmth of your teeth and tongue in his sensitive neck. The feeling was too overwhelming for him to handle it properly. He felt like his whole world was shattering. He felt every nerve in his body react to the warmth of your touch, and the heat of your mouth. He felt like he was getting his true happiness after all that pain and suffering...

Ranger started to tear up slightly, his emotions all over the place. “D-don’t you dare stop now, damn bastard...!” He was enjoying himself way too much, this feeling was heaven on earth. You decided to tease him a little further and did the exact opposite as requested, like the brat that you were. You lifted you'd mouth from his neck while walking a few circles around him. You stood behind him as your fingernails tapped again the side of his throat, teasing him further. “Rio, darling. You shouldn't muffle your noises as much~ you're too cute to not let yourself be heard, hun” you requested as you tickled your fingers from his neck to his shoulders, looking up at him with your prying eyes. And without hesitance, you met his neck once more. Sucking at it with much more force to ensure he wouldn't keep as quiet any longer, guaranteed leaving a hickey... you were marking him as you continued to leave red spots all over his neck, making sure you touched atleast every inch of it.

Rio was extremely tempted to moan, but the little tease that you had given him... it turned him on... so much. The more you teased him.. the more his body started to beg for it. He was trying to resist the urge, but he couldn't help but moan a bit loud, it felt so good. The male was moaning and breathing heavy as you left marks everywhere, he was so close to you... he wanted you to do more...

You just gave a snicker in response, sweetly nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before you softly pushed him down onto the sheets, a small grin on your features. You put your arms behind your back. “Say, sweetie... would you like to elaborate a little~? What do you want me to do, huh? More marks? Or something more ... Intimate? You spoke with a chuckle before you walked over towards him, the noise of your steps on the floor. You leaned in and got into his face, your hand and some of your weight pushing him down into the bedsheets “Allow me to take the driving seat. I'll. Make. You. Crash.~”

Rio was completely and totally submissive to you at that point. He was at your mercy. You were in control, and you were going to make him lose his mind. His heart was beating at an unimaginable rate, but he tried keeping up a tough facade.

“You’ll meet a fate worse than death if you make me ‘crash’, I swear I will-...!”

His threat wasn't kept long as you put your finger on his lips, a soft ‘shh’ leaving your mouth. You teasingly went right down, caressing over him slowly. From his neck and chest, to his stomach and eventually meeting his thighs, along with the end of Kizuchi’s skirt he was wearing. You gave a soft pull, testing him even further with how slow you were being, snatching off the clothing from down there to leave him fully exposed. Rio choked on his breath as you kneeled between his legs. Your hot breath brushing on his sensitive areas, his particles twitching with the sensation. You glanced up at him one more time, your sweet yet darkened smile on your face, sticking out your tongue in a blep motion to make it even more tempting for his case. You took it further than he was expecting. You basically straddled him and caressed every inch of him. His heart was beating faster than ever, it felt like a tsunami of... love?

Rio's mouth was open as he let out a loud gasp of pleasure as you got even more close to his most fragile spot. He tried to resist the sheer pleasure, but it was way too strong. And it didn't take long for your tongue to come in contact, giving a lick as if he were some sort of popsicle. Just doing the bare minimum to see his reaction to it. A giggle was undoubtedly audible, and the tip of your warm tongue just kept getting in contact.

Rio was shaking in both pleasure and the nervousness of feeling powerless, but he still wanted more nonetheless. He was just way too sensitive, and you knew his spots. He leaned in close to your mouth, wanting you to go further.

“d-do it...” His voice was slightly quivering with pleasure, but there was still some dominance in the air. He wanted it to not end. You gave a wide grin and another snicker as you got even closer than before. You left slow and gentle kisses all around as Rio shivered along with it. Your hands roamed around his thighs. Right before putting just the tip in your mouth, your tongue making sure to leave no part uncovered. You massaged his upper legs with your hands, trying to ease him into it a little as his areas rested underneath your tongue, the simple warmth draining his senses.

What you were doing right now was heaven, it felt absolutely incredible, he didn't want it to end. Just the feeling of your tongue and your hands on him was just sending chills down his body. Rio was breathing heavily as his body was quaking. His mind felt like a blank canvas. It was clear. He only wanted pleasure. You leaned back your head for a bit, a sneaky smirk on your features.

“Atashi vanpaia~”

You whispered before letting out another giggle at your reference, making his jaw drop in the process. You went right back down with your mouth slowly going further this time, your eyes piercing right through his soul. Your tongue was just playing with him as this point as you moved it all around the place, allowing more of your warm saliva to get in contact. He was almost out of breath now, you were turning him into a complete mess with just your mouth alone, it felt so intense and amazing... he couldn't get enough of it.

“H-How... how are you so... so good at this..? Stupid human..." He muttered to himself. Rio was about to say something else but you suddenly went back down and all his words were lost. You tilted your head a little in response, your eyes lit up as he said that. Your features gained a teasing look as you just went further down before going up once more, creating a little rhythm as his spit covered privates were now exposed to the cold air around them, but that only made it so much better when you went back down again.

Ranger immediately shivered in cold, and then in the sensation once more. He squirmed slightly again as he felt the rush of cold air hitting his very sensitive area. It felt like you had somehow turned up the pleasure settings to a hundred. Your skills were insane... you were such an expert at this. Even though it was his first time, this was going to be perfect. Rio's mind was in a completely different world, all the pleasure that he was feeling was just way too good to be true. He could feel everything from his privates to his belly and he was shaking all over. He didn't think that this kind of pleasure was possible, but you proved him wrong in every way imaginable. He was breathing heavily, his heartbeat was going at an unfathomable rate. This was his true happiness.

Rio was completely mesmerized by your rhythm, watching your lips with fascination. No matter how much you kept going, he wouldn't get bored of it. Just the feeling of your mouth on him was just... too much to handle. He was shaking all over his body and his thoughts were all over the place. And the temperature only made it a hundred times more intense. He put a hand on the back of your head and slightly moved it downwards to encourage you, moaning loudly in the process. You were right. It felt better than any word could explain, the way the temperature shifted was like heaven for him. Everything about him felt so light and airy. He felt like he was on the best drugs that were ever made.

He was still trying to be dominant, but it was really hard to act serious when he was getting pleasured this much. Rio was shaking and breathing heavily. His heart was pounding like crazy and he was moaning more intensely at this point. He kept trying to resist but the sheer bliss and pleasure of having it done by a human was just way beyond his mind's comprehension.

He looked down at your eyes as you did your work. His breath was getting even heavier than before. He knew what the ending would be, but it felt too good for him to do anything about it. The way you continued to go up and down was driving him to insanity. He felt like he would go completely mad. Every single bit of his pleasure points were being hit perfectly. This was beyond anything he ever experienced. He was shaking so much, and his eyes were closed. His mouth was open, he was breathing heavily as if he was hyperventilating. You were just so damn amazing.

He let out a loud moan of pleasure and his body started shaking again, every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. He whined once more as he felt your fingers teasing him all around the spot, almost as if you were trying to drive him insane. He was in absolute bliss, as if nothing else mattered, as if all his problems and his pain was suddenly gone. He just kept gasping for air as you kept going. Rio’s mind was still blank, he couldn't think anything else but you and what you wee doing. He was feeling all the pleasure he could get from... A human... and he liked it nonetheless.

He didn't want it to end, this sensation... this sensation that was giving him all of this pleasure. He... he wanted you to do it to him for forever.. he wanted more. “Mm..~ ah...!” He murmurred as he continued to shake and quake, moaning slightly, and feeling like he was being pulled further and further into a paradise by you. The sensation was like going to heaven and back a dozen times. Every bit of touch just felt divine. He was getting more pleasured than he thought anyone could get

The feeling he was feeling was just getting better and better as you kept going. He tried to say something but all his words and feelings just disappeared. Rio's brain was basically mush right now, his mind completely blank from the pure enjoyment he had. “Mph~ d-damn it...! I can't... ah...” and without much hesitation, you quite frankly deepthroated him by seeing the little bit of power he had left in him, giving him a kiss right at the bottom, your tongue and saliva meeting every aspect of his particles. You moved up and down, making him arch his back and throw his head back into the pillows, letting out a loud cry in the process. Rio tried to stay focused and stay dominant, but he just couldn't do it. All the pleasure that he was felt was making him weak. Your kiss was the icing on the cake. He was feeling everything right now.

He started to squirm, shaking as a result of how much pleasure he was getting. It was almost painful since his sensitivity was cranked up from 0 to 100 in 0.1 seconds, but he wanted to keep going. The sheer amount of pleasure was killing him, he was shaking so badly that he couldn't speak anymore. He was trying so hard to insult you, call you a bastard, but all that came out of his mouth were high-pitched moans and whines. His brain was completely fried right now, there was nothing but pleasure and lust in his mind. He was completely and totally submissive to you now, he didn't even care to be dominant anymore. That's how much pleasure you were giving him.

He felt like he's never been more alive in his life, as his eyes closed, all he could see is complete bliss and the color blue. Rio was making all sorts of noises that he didn't even know he could, as he just demanded yet begged you to keep on going. The boy had never felt this amount of love in his entire life. You could have gone for hours, and he would probably still be begging for more. He was completely lost in the moment, nothing mattered in the world except for pleasure. He was letting loose all of his stress. His mind was once again a blank canvas, no thoughts whatsoever, nothing was holding him back. He felt like an animal wanting to mate, without any care in the world.

Rio kept getting the best treatment he could ever imagine. This is probably the best day that he has ever known, he wasn't feeling the pain... just pure love, joy, pleasure and so much more ... It's like his previous frustrations disappeared into nothing. Your eyes kept him hostage and it was like being drunk in his pleasure. The moment he lost his dominance was the moment he lost himself.

You sped up the pace, moving up and down as you sometimes teased him by allowing your teeth to softly caress it as well. Rio just let out an audible gasp and moan every time you went down on him once more. He was losing control of his body... and he absolutely adored it. Your gaze had completely hypnotized him. Your hands went over to massage his chest, adding even further onto the sensation. A loud cry left Rio's mouth in the most primal way possible. He felt like an animal right now. He was starting to lose all of his ability to maintain his composure. His voice was filled with pleasure, he wanted you to keep going. You were playing with him like a toy, and he loved every second of it. The way you teased him by letting your teeth get in contact was both unbearable, but also incredibly arousing for him.

Rio was barely able to form any coherent sentences. The way you moved your head up and down, youe teeth touching on him was making him lose his mind a tiny bit more. He was shaking intensely as he felt his body quiver some more. Ranger was about to cry out once again, he was just completely lost in the moment. He was going to beg... anything to make you not stop.. he was addicted to you. Enjoying every, single, moment.

He could feel his self-control slipping away, and he didn't care. He didn't want to control himself, and he didn't want to lose you. He wanted you.

Your touch was simply incredible. It felt like a million volts of electricity, the only words leaving his mouth being moans, his loud gasps and his whispers. His heartbeat was going at an irregular pace, going up at least 10 beats per second... if he could even count that high. He felt like a small child, he just wanted a piece of you as well.. but he knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself. He was too far gone. He was beyond what a human should normally feel. He was past his breaking point, and now... he was fully enjoying himself. You did exactly what Rio wanted, he was so overwhelmed he didn't know where the edge even was. His whole body was shaking as he held on for dear life, his body was getting hotter and hotter in the process. And as you went further, Rio couldn't stop begging either.

The more you teased him, the more he wanted it. It was like an addiction... he needed to have more.. more and more. Even if what you did was absolutely destroying his body, every last bit of his composure was broken as he felt that he was nearing his limits. He was getting filled with pleasure to the brim, his skin tingling everywhere as his breaths grew more and more intense. It was almost like you found some super weak spot on him that's responsible for giving him this infinite sensation.

His mind was completely gone, it was empty. He would do whatever you wanted him to do, you had him in the palm of your hand. Rio was about to explode, he could feel it. His senses were completely overloaded. He could feel his body's juices drip down his chin as you kept going. He couldn't care less about anything that happened to him as right now. Nothing was more important right now.. he was on cloud nine, maybe ten.

Rio's whole body was shaking like a leaf now, he couldn't bear anymore. All of this felt so unnatural, but it felt... natural for Rio at the same time. It was like it was his whole reason for existing at that point. His back was arching, and his jaw was wide open with him gasping for breath. He was on the edge of losing himself, he wanted nothing but to feel more, to be pumped empty. His mind was losing any form of sanity it had left. He was going nuts... literally losing it. His face was completely red, it almost looked like his blood flow was going straight to down there. Every touch, every little thing you did was driving him crazy. He was a quivering and whimpering mess for you, just like you wanted. He probably was enjoying you more than anything else had ever pleased him to this extent. His mind couldn't get any clearer, his entire mind was filled with pure and unadulterated lust.

His legs began to spread as your tongue caressed over him for one last time, releasing all of his tension and moaning loud enough for the entire world to hear. You backed up and licked youe lips in a teasing manner, having no problem swallowing any of his release. a shit-eating grin was on your features as you leaned in once more and gave a deep kiss onto his lips, his fluids being mixed into your saliva and entering his own mouth. He just let out audible gasps due to the high amount of sensation, his eyes widening as your lips came in contact with his, but he couldn't help but melt into it. As soon you both finished, he was already beet red and his eyebrows were furrowed, mumbling out one last thing before looking to the side with an embarrassed glance.

“y-you're a dirty bastard...”

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Snow and Memories in Sumeru

Ler!Cyno/Lee!Tighnari

Summary: Heya @tickly-trashcan!!^^ I ended up getting you for the squealing santa event, so I decided to use the pairing of Cyno and Tighnari with the wake up tickles prompt because I absolutely adore these two! I really hope you enjoy it and that you had a happy holiday! Also, thanks so much to our amazing host this year, @hypahticklish!! I had a ton of fun participating in this and I can't wait until next year!!

"Alright that's it, stop being stubborn and get up already. I'm not gonna tell you again..."

"Mmnn..."

"Tighnari, I'm warning you...."

"Ngh, nooo... Go 'way... Lemme sleep you lummox..."

Feeling his eye starting to twitch in annoyance of his friend's unusually crabby attitude, Cyno watched as the half asleep forest ranger merely rolled over and continued to doze, the comfy blankets of Alhaitham's guest bedroom bunched up around him in a messy tangle of chaos.

On any normal day, Cyno wouldn't have really minded so much if his friend wanted to sleep in a little. In fact, he would even go as far to say that he preferred it when thinking back on all the times he'd had to practically force Tighnari to stop studying long enough to sleep back when he was still a student.

It was honestly kinda nice to see him this relaxed and carefree, and he might have even felt a little bit bad for trying to wake him... if not for the circumstances.

Taking a quick peek out the window, Cyno let out a little sigh of relief to see that the tiny flecks of white snowfall that had been his original reason for waking him up in the first place were still falling, and rather heavily in fact.

It had honestly came as quite a shock to him at first when he'd seen it. Afterall, it was pretty rare that Sumeru ever got any snow at all, and if his memory was correct, he and Tighnari had still been small children at the time. Back when the biggest concerns either of them had were climbing trees to get fruit or playing loosely ruled games of Invokation TCG that usually ended in either an argument or a rather competitive tickle fight...

Wait, now there's an idea...

"Tighnari. I'm gonna give you ten more seconds to get out of that bed, or else... Ten."

No movement...

"Nine."

Still nothing...

"Eight... Seven... Six..."

All the way down to the very last numbers, Tighnari still didn't budge an inch. Cyno sighed.

"...One. Ok then. If that's how you wanna play it. Don't say I didn't warn you..."

Not wanting to waste even another second, the general quickly lunged at his friend's sleeping form, earning a surprised yelp from the unsuspecting forest ranger as the force of his landing on the bed made the entire thing jostle for a moment, and at long last, the fox finally raised his head up, presumably to yell at the wannabe jokester for the disturbance...

Only to immediately shut his mouth again and freeze up when he caught sight of both the threatening look in his friend's eyes, and more importantly, the clawlike, wiggling fingers that he was slowly creeping towards him with.

Oh no...

"W-Wait Cyno, hang on, let's just talk about this like adults alright? W-We're not kids anymore, this is childish! There's no need to- WAHAHA!! AHAhahaha- NO!! Plehehease Cynohohohooo!! Wahahait not thahahahahaaat!!"

Tighnari cried as he was finally pounced upon, having been unable to make a run for it in time due to the seemingly infinite amount of sheets that his legs were currently tangled in.

Cyno couldn't help but chuckle a little at the panicked look on his friend's face as he proceeded to latch onto his sides, sending the poor botanist into a near instant fit of hysterics before he could even begin to properly try and talk his way out of it.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid begging isn't going to do you any good now, my friend." The general stated, sounding comically like this entire ordeal was even more tiring for him than Tighnari, "I already tried waking you up the nice way several times, and yet you still refused me each time, even going so far as to use the little bit of wakefulness you did manage to muster just to insult me before going back to sleep, and yet you expect me to show mercy now?"

He asked indignantly, and perhaps Tighnari was even starting to feel a little bit bad about it...

"Now, doesn't that seem rather, inconsleeperate, of you?"

Ok. Scratch that. He was going to kill him after this, actually...

"Yohohou absohoholute idiohohohohot!!" Not paying any mind to Tighnari's annoyed little half-growl half-giggle in response to the pun, the general smiled, feeling just a tad bit nostalgic of that first snow day back in their younger days.

Ah. Right. The snow.

"Alright. That's enough of that then I suppose." He sighed, finally releasing his friend after only a couple more seconds, watching fondly as the poor forest ranger continued to giggle tiredly, "Let's go. Hurry up, before the snow stops."

A beat.

Another. And then...

"Snow?! In Sumeru?!" Aaand, just like that, the fox was already up and gone, just barely remembering to pull on a pair of boots and a jacket before he was out the door, research journal in hand as he went out into the chilly weather, presumably to start researching how the current environment was faring in such unfamiliar circumstances.

Cyno couldn't help but smile a little at the sight of his normally composed friend's excited smile. Perhaps those two curious young children they'd both once been back then, weren't so very far removed from them afterall...

#dessie talks #squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #genshin impact tickling #ler!cyno #lee!tighnari #sfw #sfw tickling

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