#all builds are valid as long as you’re having fun

[dice-n-antlers]

Broke: aggressively min-maxing for combat purposes

Woke: making leveling decisions based on role play/story beats

Bespoke: respeccing everyone into three levels of wildheart barbarian so they can have cool piercings

#baldur’s gate 3 #astarion ancunin #karlach cliffgate #gale dekarios #wyll ravengard #lae’zel of k’liir #shadowheart #bg3 posting #all builds are valid as long as you’re having fun #although now I’m tempted to try this playthrough just for funsies… #I usually spec Karlach as a berserker throwmancer but these piercings are just too fun #I realize im missing Halsin Minthara Jaheira and Minsc… but consider this: I’m sleepy #also I backed my Amity playthrough waaaaaay up after patch 5 to try to knock out Minthara #and get the noblestalk I missed #Draconic Wildhearts

[hxltic]

Hello! I have a request!

Could you do something where Kenma isn't really giving the female reader any attention because he's busy streaming so the reader sneaks under his desk where the viewer's can't see her and she pleasures him until he eventually cums down her throat?

:) I un-ironically love writing bjs

The shared house was silent anytime after 5 o’clock. Kuroo had just left— his afternoon business management classes calling him in, and Bokuto’s practice overcrowded his schedule to the point where he went twice a day with some gym sessions in between. That leaves you alone with Kenma in your 4 bedroom home off campus that was supposedly his father’s apology gift.

The bills are mainly kept satisfied with Kenma’s profit as his streaming allows you all to live as you do. Of course, there was a sense of independency by your own jobs regardless. There has probably been twice where everyone was in the living room at once, but it’s like there’s a tacit agreement each of you have your own goals.

You can’t be mad at the man for being busy when his job supports his friends and himself.

Kenma has been your friend, now boyfriend, for the longest out of all of them, next in line being Kuroo. Kenma took computer engineering and coding related classes, despite having already perfected building PC’s just out of pure experience. The work is hard. You’ve seen it.

You’ve witnessed him stress first hand about a single error in a strenuous, long line of codes—and you ask him why he doesn’t stop doing it if it bothers him to the extent it does. His determination has grown for activities he enjoys over the years; 12 year old him would have quit.

Kenma’s way to deal with stress is isolation. The entire day he’s been crammed in his room, and with being the only other person in the house majority of the time, you bring it upon yourself to feed him. He gets focused and forgets to eat.

The reminder has you clicking your Ipad off from whatever distraction show you had playing. It was so boring most of the days, Netflix couldn’t even fulfill you. You toss the covers off yourself, then bounce downstairs into the kitchen.

It was so quiet that your feet patting against the floor filled the air. To cure the ennui you felt, you’d take the time to have fun with this culinary experience.

By the time there was fluffy white flour messily coating the kitchen and dishes stacked like game cards in the sink, your dish was plated for two. Maybe you’d keep him some company?

Careful not to fall up the stairs, you prod at his door in attempt to knock with one hand. Somehow you turn the knob successfully.

The fan cuts through the air, every click of Kenma’s pen accompanied with a glance to the paper beside him. He won’t even look up at the waitress bearing goods.

“Hi Ken,” you grab his attention but his slim eyes only dart up at the smell of cuisine. “Have you eaten?”

You know the answer. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, so when he shakes his head the usual strands that follow aren’t there. You place the plate on his desk, next to the two cans of some energy drink and a diet Dr. Pepper.

“Thank you,” he speaks softly. There was a hint of edge to the sound, like he hadn’t used his voice all day.

“Mhmm.”

You turn on your heels to his bed, then sit criss cross as it squeaks and dips. “Do you mind if I just stay in here? It gets lonely in the house.”

To be honest, you forget he’s there sometimes.

“I’m kinda busy,” he replies. He loves you, and your presence, but he just knows he won’t be able to focus. “I’ll be done soon.”

The pout you flaunt deepens, “You’ve been stuck in here for almost a week now! Come out; I miss you Ken.”

He refrains himself from turning to look at you because he knows when he weighs his options, you’ll always come out on top. The chances of you getting picked multiply with your pout.

“Soon, I just need to finish this.”

“Please?”

He doesn’t even have a valid response for that, so he forces the spoon into his mouth. You’re actually a great cook, but since you all eat so much takeout, nobody’s at the dinner table at the same time to enjoy it.

You huff and negotiate to just sit in silence, as long as you’re in his presence. As long as you know he’s there.

This only lasts about fifteen minutes before you’re whining for him again. You completely understand the heavy load of schoolwork, and that it has to get done, but he genuinely has been at it for so long it cannot be healthy.

“I’m done,” he announces coincidentally, his soft fingers coming up to brush a tendril of hair back as he gathers his things on the desk into a neat pile.

Your head perks up like a puppy at attention. He arises from his chair after closing the laptop, pulling his rubber band from the hair connected at his nape as he steps towards you laying on his bed. You giggle in expectancy when he smiles gingerly at you, reaches his arms forward around your feet to plant his hands on the duvet, then crawls up your body. The hair tie wraps around his wrist to join all the other colorful bracelets and bands.

He makes you swoon by just giving you attention.

His hands grew into proportion as he aged, so now they were relatively large. Large enough to connect at your hips as he kisses his way up.

Stomach, chest, then an abundance on your chin and around your face, just for his thumb and index finger to hold your cheeks in position for his softer, slower kiss right on your lips.

You wrap your arms around him like he’d just disintegrate any second. You can feel his body slump, leaving you with most of his weight to carry and his head withdrawing from the kiss to between your breasts. With one hand massaging the round muscle, Kenma was in his element.

Black with barely-there blonde crowds your vision. His soft skin felt warm as you two lay intertwined in the still house, and if you were to fall asleep it would greatly help that Kenma never keeps the big light on. He moans in satisfactory below you.

You lift your hand to rest over his face, the bigger part of your thumb gliding gently over his cheek.

“I love you,” he mutters.

“I love you too Ken.”

After a while of Kenma following your heartbeat and breathing, you would’ve guessed he was asleep. He clarifies he isn’t when he groans lowly.

“I have to get up.”

The words rest tensely in the air, and maybe if you pretend you didn’t hear him, he’ll lay there and forget about it.

He attempts to raise himself from you, politely grabbing your hand and locking your fingers when he comes to a hover above. His pink lips come to the corner of yours as you blink open your eyes.

Truthfully, he wants nothing more than to be with you, here, resting—but he hasn’t streamed in a solid week because of school. You were completely his priority though, so he would make sure to give you equal attention as his stream.

He finds the little willpower to come off you and the bed. He was genuinely hoping you’d stay there and sleep peacefully, that way he’ll come back to join you and it will feel like he never left.

He flips a blanket over your body before he strolls to his setup usually beaming with bright lights. He takes a seat, making sure to turn the brightness down of everything, refraining from playing music, and ultimately deciding not to turn on any light not connected to his PC anyway.

As much as you hate that he’s not cuddled up next to you right now, you love the fact that he’s a steamer overall because he looks so damn hot doing it. Especially the way his muscles on his forearm flex as he quickly types or plays. His hair that’s usually up is down, because he isn’t wearing his mic.

Or like the way every now and then he’ll pop a piece of gum in his mouth and manspread in his gaming chair to shoot a quick message or check his feed. Or like the way he’s so attent, making call-outs, or whenever he gets angry his brows furrow the slightest bit and his face displays whatever he’s actually thinking. You find it hilarious when his eyes roll.

At some point, he hears you come up behind him into view, and his head relaxes into your two hands sliding up his neck to his jaw. You crouch into the screen and the chat immediately multiples. It’s too quick to read them all. Knowing his viewers, Kenma takes the responsibility of closing it with the click of a button, so fast that it seems he never even did it.

“Cracked, 130,” he calls.

You stood there for a moment to watch him play. He and his team beat the level, game, you don’t know, but he releases his focus from the screen and mindlessly cracks his knuckles.

A donation comes in that’s read aloud. Kenma tenses, but you’re excited to hear it.

“jump1nnit donates $70. ‘girl to girl, is it big?’”

Kenma’s head drops back in your hands, eyes closing in annoyance.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles. Where were his mods?

All you were thinking about was how much Kenma was actually earning. 70 dollars in a single donation? How many of these does he get a day? How much more do people pay that’s over 70 when you aren’t here?

You shake these questions away. You knew he was famous. This was not new information; his fans see you sometimes in the background, and they adore you. It’s why your instagram has so many followers and people saying outrageous things in your comments. Ken begs you not to check them.

You find it amusing honestly. God knows what he’s being sent despite his DM’s or what they’re saying in his chats. You know there’s girls all over the world after him, but he doesn’t entertain them, so you don’t either. You trust him completely.

Brought back to reality, you look down at Kenma.

He starts, “Are you-“

To rile up the scene, you nod at the monitor with a mischievous smirk on your face. You bend and kiss his forehead.

“Can I sit right here?” You ask quickly, already pulling up his desk stool because he has no reason to say no. He takes your momentary absence to mute the computer.

“Yeah. yeah, Definitely.”

The blonde’s tone is a little off, but you chalk it up to what just happened. He was just surprised you’d actually respond. He ignores them so he doesn’t get demonetized.

So you sit next to him on your phone playing games, or watching him, or laying on his shoulder. It made it a little difficult for him to play with the last one, but he doesn’t mind. He places a kiss to your forehead, matching earlier actions, and the way you two looked at each other after will definitely reel in some fan edits.

You return to gaming on your phone until you drop it. It tumbles down and under the PC, into the jungle of wires below.

At least with everything included in the setup, that’s what you expect to see, but they’re all neatly accounted for. The seat moves back against the carpet to accommodate for your body, the space you’ve created to retrieve the device. The problem is, you and Kenma occupy this space. You won’t fit.

Kenma heard your phone drop, so he had an idea why you’re down there. He even chuckled a little. Once you pick up the phone, you use his thigh as leverage to turn yourself around, causing him to flinch, and immediately an idea pops into your head.

You could stay down here.

You press the heart of your palm into him once more, the same reaction procreating ideas like a lightbulb.

His voice from above makes another callout.

The lightness of your fingertips glide across his thigh and up to his waist, slipping past the barrier of the thin shirt he’s wearing. Kenma is not ticklish, but his abdomen turns concave to your touch.

By now he has concluded what is happening, or going to happen, and just the thought has him hardening in front of you. Of course it’s something he’s thought about. He hasn’t asked because it feels unnatural—like you would only do it because he suggested it.

His poker face remains stone cold, but the rest gives him away. With every touch you only got closer. You trail your whole hand up the shirt, running this one along the dips of his pale skin, while the other goes back and forth along his thigh. Inwards, then back out. Your phone was long forgotten.

You run the length of your fingers over his center sneakily before meeting both hands in the middle and fiddling with his waistband. He shivers, but continues to play.

He hadn’t been purposely edging himself, and he definitely knows that you would help him whenever he asked, but with all the schoolwork piled on top of him, it never crossed his mind. It was now though, and sensitivity was at its highest.

“No, why would you do that; that’s stupid,” Kenma replies to what you assume is a donation. The technological voice isn’t there anymore for you to hear.

The tips of your nails dive past every ounce of clothing settled at his hips.

He shifts in his seat, whether to allow you to pull the band down just enough or to calm his nerves, you don’t know, but the opportunity was right in front of your face. Literally.

You don’t even do anything but hold his length before you start the up and down motions. It’s enough to turn him on more, having him grow in your hand. You can’t imagine the faces he’s making while his viewers’ minds were already polluted.

“Keep going, push,” he exclaims. Voice still soft, but with some sense of urgency.

He was not speaking to you, but you listen anyway, and do as he says. Maybe you could play a game: see how long it takes before he realizes you’re taking orders.

With this, you stroke him a little faster, then run your fleshy thumb over his tip. It began dripping, a single bud threatening to fall. After swiping it away, you disperse what little you could, then wrap your plush lips around his head.

He wasn’t expecting it right after your slow pace.

“Ugh, fuck- third party.”

The groan he emitted was covered quickly by a call, as if that’s what “frustrated” him.

You pop off as quickly as you came, spread your saliva, and now slide your enclosed hand down his cock steadily. Silky smooth, it took no energy to glide along him. Your unoccupied hand squeezes his thigh through the cotton.

“Down, he’s under and one shot.”

You jerk him off as his breathing barely picks up, occasionally coming down to wet him some more, but you see a significant difference when your hand consistently twists just the tip. You’d swirl your tongue around the reddening, most sensitive part of him before dropping even farther to take his balls in your mouth.

You tug and pull harmlessly.

“Hmm...”

Despite what was going on, the streamer was clever with how he hid it.

He asks, “Hey, what do y’all want to hear?”

The viewers were astonished they were being asked; Kenma has previously told them he likes his music and would play whatever he felt like hearing. He did a stream for song recommendations and half of it was him hating on their music and the other half was his viewers attempting to find songs he would like.

Regardless, he unmuted the sound on his computer and turned on the playlist, only slightly louder than usual.

You took this opportunity to actually wrap your lips around his cock, not having to worry about the sounds. You start on the slower side but it didn’t take long to get comfortable. Whatever you couldn’t fit, you jerked off.

His abdomen showcased whatever his face wouldn’t, stuttering every now and then with his hips correcting their position. You brought the wet hand to his balls once more, and attempted to fit all of him down your throat. There was a deep sigh above you.

You closed your eyes and went again, trying to go deeper. You didn’t gag, but your throat made sounds that was enough implication of what was going on. That’s okay though. Some random band one of his mods recommended was playing.

Once more, you tried to go deeper, actually sputtering this time, but once you got past the uncomfortableness of it all, you could go the same depth over and over. You did, breathing through your nose. He could hear your throat, but chat couldn’t. If they could, they would be saying something.

“Oh shit, oh shit, he’s on me,” he huffs, “I’m gonna twist around to cover.”

You remove yourself, partially to breathe, and take two hands to twist on top of each other in opposite directions. His belly button caves in with some more muscles, pure evidence of his pleasure.

This was the second he knew what you were doing. What game you were playing.

If you wanted to play, he could too.

“Where is she?” he reads chat calmly. “I think she’s downstairs eating.”

Was it calm enough—you’re not sure, because he was fidgeting excessively in the leaning chair.

The double entendre has you giggling silently. With a deep breath, you’re back down on him again. It’s not long until you sputter.

“Do you want me to tell her to come back up?” You hear him spit out quickly.

You do as he says, but not without the price of your fingers doubling speed at his head.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. Hold on.”

With quickness, he mutes and turns his camera off.

He was sweating and physically overwhelmed. Pushing back on his heels, his chair rolls from under the table with you following, finally in his sight. He could already imagine how you looked.

Red lips. Glowing face. Glossy eyes, smiling and happy. You were ethereal. Your hands are working him, but now with his cock down your throat too? Oh my god.

He held a soft touch at your cheek and caressed your face with his thumb. Picking up speed, you smile.

The other hand of his would do the same, brushing a loose stand of hair behind your ear. Faster.

“Just like that,” he breathes.

“Mhmm?” you deepthroat him.

His head drops back involuntarily. His mouth does the same. The heavy breaths that he was holding from the stream let loose.

One last look at your flushed features and-

He groans heavily, adam’s apple bobbing and cock tightening. Skin usually pale but red with desire, he stills.

You close your eyes. It was so fulfilling with your throat stretched and his hands on either side of your plush face.

Warmth seeps past your tongue and down the cavern. It causes you to choke but Kenma definitely doesn’t mind. His sounds flow into your ears, plus some faint praise as he soon begins to release from his high.

You couldn’t taste anything as you slowly raise yourself from him, leaving his cock glistening with saliva and pink, but the taste just barely started to form once it caught your tongue on the way down. You swallow anyway—it wasn’t bad.

You use the back of your hand to wipe your eyes and breathe freely. You lay your cheek on the driest part of his pants, even though you’ll have to get up. You just aren’t ready to see the red wilts on your knees.

“You are amazing,” Kenma catches his breath. He looks back down with his eyes glossed over and tired, but he still runs his finger over your wet lip. You softly kiss it.

. .

“Are you getting back on?” You climb into his fluffy bed, throwing the covers back.

Kenma shakes his head and follows after you in a fresh new set. He grabs the covers and returns them over you both, pushing his hair back and holding you close.

©️ hxltic

#this lowkey sucked #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu smut #god i want him so bad #kenma scenario #kozume kenma #haikyuu kenma #kenma smut #kenma headcanons #kenma hcs #kenma kuzome #kenma x reader #kenma x you #hq kenma #kenma imagine #kenma fanfic #kozume #kozume x reader #kozume x y/n #hq kozume #haikyuu kozume #kodzuken #kenma haikyuu #haikyuu kenma smut

[lynnlovesspidahman]

fearless.

peter parker x reader

masterlist

word count : 901

warnings : none :) just happiness.

summary : swinging with peter. — not that swinging you perv. web-swinging (bad joke.)

i did write this with insomniac’s peter in mind but any one of them can work here!!

“No.”

“What? Why?” Peter pouted at yet another decline of his offer, his bottom lip sticking out.

“Don’t make that face. You can’t convince me into this one.”

Peter’s been trying to talk you into swinging across the city with him for a long time now, ever since he had first told you about his alter ego.

You absolutely refused.

“Okay, 1. You know how I get with heights,” He rolled his eyes as you continued, “2. What if you let go of me? I mean, how am I supposed to even hold on?”

“I would nev-” He motioned his arms to form an X.

“Hush, I wasn’t finished. And 3. What if someone sees us? Then I’ll really be in danger. All of your “fangirls” would come for me.”

“Very valid reasons, honey. I love the way you argue with me to get your way every time,” He sarcastically remarked.

“Whatever, Pete. I’m sorry I don’t wanna die early,” You crossed your arms and let out a hmph.

“You saying you wouldn’t die for me?” He put one hand on his heart, pretending he was hurt by your comment.

You didn’t answer, the best you could do was stay quiet and ignore his antics. No way in hell would you go swinging with him, no matter how hard he’d tried to persuade you.

“Oh, so now you’re ignoring me.” He took a step to close the space between you, “I’m sorry, honey.”

“What?” You raised an eyebrow, and turned to face him, “For what?”

“For this.”

He grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto his hip, “Hold on tight,” He smirked as he pulled his mask down.

“Peter,” He ignored you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to grip onto him as tightly as possible.

“Peter, I swear to God if you ju-”

He ignored your warning, and jumped off of your apartment building’s rooftop.

As you were free falling, you screwed your eyes shut completely. You would’ve screamed, if it weren’t for the fact you were focusing on trying to securely wrap yourself onto your boyfriend.

You heard his web shooter make a thwip noise as you felt yourself floating upwards now. And downwards again.

“Open your eyes, honey.” Peter whispered, he seemed so relaxed. On the other hand, your stomach was still doing flips.

You peeked one eye open, and were immediately in awe.

New York has never looked so beautiful.

The sun was setting, and was peeping through the many buildings along the horizon. Each building had so many little squares of lights, from their windows.

“It’s amazing,” You let out a breathy laugh, and looked over at Peter through his mask.

“Is this what you see everyday?” You beamed, if you weren’t as high in the air as you were, you would’ve been jealous of him.

“Yeah,” He let out a breath, “This is why I’ve wanted you here. This is what I’ve wanted you to see.” He looked back at you.

“Eyes on the road, don’t let us crash. Please.”

“Okay, okay,” He laughed.

He started to swing a little higher, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted it to be over or not. It was breath-taking, but terrifying.

He aimed at the roof of a building, and stuck the landing, luckily.

You still had your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms locked around his neck. Whether you were on stable grounds or not, it was still high up.

“You can let go now, honey, I promise it’s okay. We’re done, now.” He reassured you as he giggled at you still being scared.

“I’m okay, after that, I don’t even think I can trust the ground. How did you do that?” You made eye contact with him through his mask.

“Do what?” He cocked his head to the side.

“Hold onto me for so long! While swinging!” You widened your eyes at him.

“Super-strength, sweetie,” He winked with the eye of his mask. You almost hit him, he was so corny. But he was so adorable.

“Peter!” You were in a fit of giggles.

“Did you have fun?” He pulled his mask up just enough so you could see his lips and the tip of his nose.

“Yeah, somewhat,” You let go of him, finally. “But don’t you ever — and I mean ever — surprise me like that again.” You made your face all serious, to show you really meant business.

“Alright, alright. I’ll try and warn you in advance next time,” He stuck his hands in the air, as a surrender.

He was so cute, you thought.

“I love you,” You smiled at him and stood on your tiptoes as you leaned into his face.

“I love you, too.” He leaned into you, and kissed you.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, as he grabbed one of your cheeks and the back of your head.

Ending the kiss early, you pulled away and brought him into a hug, swaying him back and forth.

“My place?”

“Sure,” He smirked.

“No. We’re walking this time.” You took a step back. He didn’t stop smirking.

“Peter- No, please!” You begged him as you both laughed.

He grabbed onto you and jumped before you could let go.

You hated him for a moment, but as soon as you felt his grip on you, you forgave him immediately.

Swinging isn’t so bad, but you wouldn’t tell him that.

just a short lil fluff for yall. i’m so addicted to playing spiderman again and i just can’t stop writing. 😗

(john bubniak marry me)

hopefully you all enjoyed!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!! 💗💗

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[scorpioracha]

Channie’s Room

I might be projecting justttt a little bit 🤪 but I know I needed this college student comfort so maybe others did too. If you like what I wrote don’t be shy and like,comment or reblog because they make my world go round. I hope you enjoy! Pls validate me

-Just imagine going straight to Chan’s studio after a long day of classes. All you have to do is send that man a text saying you’re having a hard day and his studio is suddenly empty of all members, a silly little coincidence

He threatened each member not to barge in via their gc

-Seoul is a busy and overstimulating place as is any major city and you didn’t necessarily go to school very close to the JYP building so Channie keeps you entertained your entire public transit ride by sending you texts about what the kids were up to during the day or how Chaeryeong whooped Changbins ass for the third time that week

-anything really to keep your mind of your own stress

-he would never say it but with the whole Eldest™ he has going on you being stressed stresses him out because why is one of his people stressed???

-while making sure you’re calm and okay his mind is racing with every possible outcome for why you could be having a hard time. Period? Sick??? Professor troubles????

-by the time you arrived at the studio he already has a plan made up in his mind to sue the entire department you’re studying in—students and all🤡

-he would set you up all nice and comfy on the couch while doing the quickest checklist for possible injuries or mental distress

-homie is fluffing the pillows next to you like ‘hmmm no bruises🧠📝’

-he’s a worrier and he’s not ashamed of it

-he’s great at keeping it all in his head

-until your eyes get all glassy and you’re sniffling

- be ready for an interrogation🤡 what’s going on? Are you okay? Who did it? Was it that Professor? He never liked that fucking Professor—

-he’s got himself so worked up you couldn’t help but giggle through your tears and you spend the next few minutes calming him down. No one did anything. The Professor you have is lovely. You were just feeling overwhelmed with the workload and knew his studio was a safe place to be, because he was there. now you’ve got him blushing and stuttering and his ears are hot.

-after he gets over himself he turns on Serious Chan mode and is asking you if you’ve had food and water for the day, If you’re sleeping well,etc

-he wants to make sure you’re physically okay and that your urgent needs are met before he gets into the mental with you

-it’s okay if you cry because he’s there to wipe your tears and he’s asking you how long you’ve felt like this, are you seeing an professionals? Because he would drop everyone dollar to his last dime to make sure you’re alright inside and out

-not doing well in a subject? Boom, he somehow knows another idol who aced that subject back when they were in school. Not sleeping well? Wowie the pharmacy is only a ten minute walk away and they have melatonin. He knows you’re eating because he’s made it a habit of you guys sending pics of your meals to each other 1)because it’s fun and 2)he knows how busy life can get for both of you and it’s a good way to keep you accountable

-you better drink your goddamn water because he has no problem dragging your ass into a hospital and asking them to give you an IV

-once you’ve cried your eyes out practically and your head is clear Channie always has spare towels for you to wipe down your face and he’s looking at you with a big grin asking if you wanna try out a new chicken place with him

-you’re always welcome in Chan’s studio, it days like this reminded you how appreciated you are

#skz #skz headcanons #skz reactions #skz x y/n #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan headcanons #stray kids headcanons #stray kids bang chan #skz fanfic

[kay101kim]

fractured

warning(s): none

pair: james wilson x gn!reader

one shot or hc: one shot

note: this is a bit angsty, also not sure if i 100% like it nor do i have the desire to continue. i promise that more fun and fluffy prompts will be found so i can write, but im just getting back into it! please enjoy<3

word count: 713

house md masterlist

“What is this? What do I mean to you? Are you ready to even be with me?”

All of these were valid questions from you, far too long of pondering and wondering what was even going on between you. Tired and afraid of what these questions would reveal about the relationship, but you had to know. If he meant what he said, wanting to grow old together, loving, and comforting each other in these times of self-doubt.

Wilson didn’t miss a beat to respond, “Of course I’m ready to be with you!” It revealed almost as a shout, angry, confused and yet truthful all at the same time. He loves you, was that answer not enough?

“Then be with me, James!” you yelled in the same fashion, frustrated, concerned, the tension had been building and it burst in Wilson’s office. You were simply talking about a patient, but everything crumbled so quickly, it felt suffocating. You wanted to sit down, cry, beg him to give you an answer with absolute certainty. Yet you haven’t heard it, not in his voice nor in his actions.

“I… I can’t- I-'' Wilson responds, stuttering, nervous and tripping over his words profusely because he had no idea how to handle the situation. In his other relationships he often moved too quickly and now he was afraid to do the same with you and yet you kept teetering at wanting to move on. To be together. Wilson was afraid of what that might mean, how it could be too hurried.

“What do I mean to you?” You could only repeat yourself, maybe then you would get an answer. Your voice was stern, dripping with desperation, begging that something could be done or said that would simply fix all of these issues you’ve been having.

“You mean everything to me… I’m just-” He went forward to grab your hands, but the surge of confidence left him and he softened his grip on you. Looking at you as if somehow his eyes could tell you the answer, but you’ve already tried that.

“It sure as hell doesn’t look like it,” this time you were angry, your expression grim and dark at the thought of how much he had been avoiding you. Staying at the hospital for days, going to House instead of you to fix the root of the problem. Oh hell it made you angry, you restrained yourself as best as you could, but Wilson noticed it easily. He knew how upset you were, and rightfully so. “You were the one who didn’t come home, didn’t call, I had to beg for answers from House. You’re treating me just like your ex-wives.” The words flew out before you could think, it made you feel guilty but at the same time you could never hide what you were truly thinking. The silence was clear and he looked at you, painfully, and you couldn’t help but stay silent at your own words.

“Take that back… take it back.” Wilson rushes up to you once more, tears welling up in his eyes. He was obviously hurt, tormented by what you thought was so true. And all you did was look at him, his hands at your sides begging.

“I can’t take back what’s true.” You were a cold-hearted bitch, you admitted to yourself in the moment but if he was going to treat you like a divorcee then he might as well know it. You tried not to let the tears fall, successful at first but as soon as his grip softened. He gave up and it felt like the battle of this relationship had been lost so easily, as if no one was trying to reach out again. His head was towards the ground, the tips of your fingers about to touch his head, but when the tears rolled down your face there was nothing else to do.

Wilson had lost, and had not fought hard enough. He did treat you like his ex-wives, he made the same mistakes all over again and yet he couldn’t look up. To look you in the eyes, with all your ache and disappointment just like all his other relationships. You were gone by the time he spoke, soft, broken, his voice cracking…

“I’m sorry.”

#house md #james wilson #james wilson x reader #x reader #james wilson x you #x you #angst prompt #fractured #kay 101 kim #robert sean leonard

[babyjakes]

untouched, perfect. and all for him.

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summary | when ransom finally gets his hands on you after countless failed attempts at taking you willingly, he shows no mercy when stripping you of what he wants: everything.

pairing | dark!ransom drysdale x innocent!reader

warnings | very dark very filthy!, evil ransom, non-con/resistance, restraints, crying, unprotected s!ex, a little oral (f receiving), fingering, squirting, many forced orgasms, overstim, forced taking of virginity, praise kink? size kink? also pretty long? idek

word count | 3,182

requested by @secretturtletaco | Can I request “ I like when you struggle” “ I might have to tie you down ” and “ how many times do you think I can make you cum ” with Ransom × innocent reader?? please 🥺👉👈

an | okay so i went really dark with this, i hope that is okay with you(!) (if not please send another ask and i will write you a different one<3) but like i could totally see ransom taking what he wants from (innocent) reader regardless of her cooperation so. yeah :’-) if this is not your cup of tea that is so so valid and i would be more than happy to write you something else! also bonus points for using my three fav emojis lolol

“Ransom, wait-” you beg as the man’s strong arms force you down onto your back against the plush duvet of his large king-sized bed. The look of hunger in his eyes is unmistakable and terrifying; you know you need to remove yourself from his presence before he takes things any further.

It had all started with an innocent dinner date. You weren’t thrilled to go, but you figured it would be the polite thing to do after he had asked so many times to take you out. Then, when he was driving home, he had made a few wrong turns, and suddenly you were at his house. He said something about wanting to show you a book he thought you might like; after all, you had met in a library, but when he escorted you to his bedroom and closed the door behind the two of you, you finally knew you were in a much more dangerous situation than you had originally thought.

“Come on, doll. I just wanna have some fun,” he smirks darkly, his eyes sparkling with lust as he runs a hand across your cheek, trailing his fingers down your neck carefully. Neither of you have had a swallow of alcohol all night, and maybe that’s the worst part: that he’s doing this completely sober. That he’s bold and sick enough to ignore your lack of consent with a clear and free mind. “God, you were a pain to get here, but I finally did it. You’re finally mine,” he whispers as he brings his lips up right against your ear, his breath hot on your skin as tears build in your eyes.

“Please, stop,” you whimper weakly as his hands begin exploring your neck and chest, playing suggestively with the neckline of your dress. “I-I don’t want this, Ransom. I don’t.”

“Oh, but you need this,” he purs in response, sucking and kissing at a soft spot on the side of your neck. “You’re so pure, baby. So clean. Need someone to loosen you up, show you how good being bad can feel.” You shake your head in protest, jumping as a hand drags over one of your breasts.

“Please, Ransom, please,” you implore, the fear and stress in your voice clearly audible, though it only seems to excite the man more. “I won’t tell anyone, I-I- I promise, I swear.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he mumbles as he begins tugging at the sleeves of your dress, causing you to writhe beneath him. “Don’t cry, I’m just gonna make you feel good, pretty girl. Gonna make you feel so good,” he hums as he drags your dress off of you, letting it fall onto the floor in a lump. Now you’re left in nothing but your white bra and panties, the innocent lace trim causing Ransom’s mouth to water. He’s wanted you for so long, worked so hard to get you here, and now you’re his. All his, as it should be. Ransom Drysdale always gets what he wants.

“Look at you, so beautiful,” he croons as he runs his fingertips along your stomach. You shiver under his touch, squeezing your legs together in shame as tears continue to trail down the sides of your cheeks. “Untouched, perfect. And all for me,” he enthuses greedily as his face comes down between your breasts. You squirm underneath him, but one of his strong hands comes down and clamps over your neck, not enough to cut off your air but just enough to hold you still. Compared to his giant, muscular frame, you’re nothing; fear surges through you as you realize you’re not going anywhere without his permission. “God, I love it when you struggle,” he admits, the serious and steady tone of his voice making you sick to your stomach. “But you need to learn that good girls hold still. D’you think you can do that for me, darling?”

“N-no, I won’t,” you fight back pathetically, earning a fake frown of sympathy from Ransom as he sticks his bottom lip out at you mockingly. “Let me go, Ransom. I d-don’t want this. I don’t want-”

“Uh-uh uh,” he cuts you off by tightening his grip on your neck ever-so-slightly. “This isn’t about what you want, doll. This is about what I want,” he reminds you, bringing his free hand down to his waist and unbuckling his belt. “And since you’re apparently going to put up such a fight, I guess I’m just going to have to tie you down,” he shakes his head as he pulls the long leather strap off, removing his other hand from your neck and using both of his to grab your wrists, pulling them tightly together above your head.

“N-no, stop!” you beg, panicked as he drags you up towards the head of the bed by your arms, beginning to work the belt around your wrists as tightly as he can. “Stop, p-please,” you whimper, desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he soothes as he secures your wrists to the headboard, buckling you in place. “You’re gonna love it, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll make it feel good.” Now with you restrained and at his complete mercy, he takes a moment to sit back and look you over, admiring the soft, untouched quality of your innocent body. Ransom is well aware that you’re a virgin; over dinner you discussed how you’ve never dated anybody, never even gone out alone with a boy before. To him, this makes you all the more desirable. Something pure, something clean. Completely his to destroy.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes as he runs his fingers over one of your breasts, causing you to flinch at the tingly sensation his touch sends shooting across your skin. “So sensitive, too. I bet my hands are just going to ruin you,” he amuses as he pulls his thick, cableknit sweater up and over his head, leaving him in a tight white undershirt and his dark pants. “How many times do you think I can make you cum, hmm?” he taunts as he tugs playfully at your brastrap.

“None,” you insist quickly, the urgency in your voice causing Ransom to chuckle. “I-I’ve never cum in my life, Ransom, and if you think your sick assault is gonna change that, then-”

“Then how about a deal?” his deep voice rises over your own. An overly-confident smirk has formed its way onto his face, making your eyes burn with irritation. “I get to play with you for… let’s see…” he trails, glancing at the gold watch on his wrist. “Ten minutes. No real sex, I keep my pants on. Just foreplay,” he clarifies. “If I can’t make you cum in that amount of time, then I let you go.”

“What?” you ask, his proposal sounding ridiculous.

“You heard me, sweetheart,” he says. “Ten minutes. No cumming, or I get to fuck your brains out.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you shoot back, “why on earth would I agree to something like-”

“What other choice do you have?” Ransom laughs at your continued resistence. Sighing, you see his point. Narrowing your eyes at him, you spitefully agree. A wide grin spreads across his face as he rubs his hands together, licking his lips. That asshole.

“Alrighty then,” he coos excitedly, “I guess we better get started, then.” Bringing his large hands down on top of your breasts, he begins kneading them, the forceful tugging on the tender muscle causing you to let out a whimper. “You’ve seriously never been touched like this before?” he asks as your cheeks burn in humiliation. “Guess I can believe it,” he shrugs, “your body’s clearly been hungering for touch like this for quite some time.” Pausing, he reaches a hand into his pocket, pulling out a pocketknife. Faster than you can form any sort of protest, he flicks it open, grabbing your bra and slashing it three times, once across each strap and once between the cups.

“R-Ransom!” you cry out as he pushes the useless garment away, leaving your chest completely exposed now to the cold air and his hungry gaze. He drops the knife down beside him, bringing his hands back up and cupping the undersides of each of your breasts.

“Sorry, doll. Don’t have time to take it off the right way,” he apologizes as he begins kissing at your collarbones, working the base of your breasts gently with his hands. A stray tear still escapes down your face every few moments and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, wishing you could fall through the mattress and disappear completely. Your eyes shoot open again in surprise when you feel Ransom’s warm tongue dragging down your chest, finding one of your nipples and beginning to suck softly.

You let out a quiet whine, something between a whimper and a moan, and he sucks a little harder, taking your other nipple between his fingers and rolling the hardened bud skillfilly. “That feel good, pretty girl?” he pulls his mouth away to ask, a knowing smile already formed on his face as you bite your lip in attempts to keep from admitting it. You both know the truth, though; despite not wanting his touch, your body is betraying you and opening up to it. And there’s nothing you can do but lie back and take it.

“I hate you,” you mumble through your tears as he continues to stimulate your nipples, a warm feeling building up in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s not very nice, sweetheart,” Ransom scolds as he pinches a bit harder on your sensitive nubs. “I don’t have to be gentle, you know.” You roll your eyes, trying to focus all your attention on ignoring the sinful feelings rising through your belly.

Continuing to work your nipples with one hand, Ransom brings the other down and places it over your cotton panties, causing you to flinch at the new sensation. “Don’t worry, though, babydoll,” he murmurs as his fingers dance over the top of your lips through the fabric. “I want to be gentle,” he tells you as he begins rubbing at a spot that sets your whole body on fire, a place you hoped he’d never find. “You’re just an innocent little thing. Gotta be careful with you,” he hums as your tears become more steady, your breath catching in your throat. “Oh, look at that,” he coos, noticing the way your legs are shaking under his touch. “So sensitive, and I haven’t even touched you down there yet. So wet already, I can feel it soaking right through your panties.” Your cheeks burn pitifully as you whimper, trying to squeeze your legs together in attempts to keep him away.

“No, no, that won’t do,” he chastises as he makes his way down between your legs, positioning himself between them so that you can’t close them even if you try. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and spread out for me,” he says, taking his knife and snipping it across your panties, pulling the ruined fabric away from your heated sex. “Fuck. So fucking beautiful,” he curses, his eyes soaking up your bare pussy, your arousal dripping down onto the duvet underneath you. “I make you this wet, sweetheart?” he asks, faking surprise as he runs his fingers through your slit, causing your body to jerk up at his touch. “‘m starting to think you like this.”

“N-no, I don’t,” you cry softly, wishing you could cover your eyes with your hands and hide away from Ransom’s predatory gaze.

“Mm, that’s okay, baby,” he murmurs as he dips a finger into your wetness, pulling it back up and circling it around your clit, causing you to jump again. “I’m sure you’ll change your mind soon enough.” And with that, he takes one hand and places it down firmly right above your pussy, pulling up on the skin so that your nub peaks out from under its hood. With the thumb of the other, he begins flicking over the swollen bud with intense speed and precision, the sudden overwhelming stimulation making you cry out in pleasure that’s almost too much to bear. “Oh, look at that,” he praises, “responding so well for me. That feel good, sweetheart?” he taunts as you try to close your legs, failing due to his large form being wedged between them.

“Wait, please,” you beg, the burning sensation spreading out from your clit through your whole body, a desperate feeling building in your tummy. “Please, please…”

“’Please’ what?” Ransom mocks, sensing your climax fast approaching.

“Stop, stop!” you cry, but he just grins, increasing his speed.

“Why would I do that, darling? What’s wrong? Gonna cum for me?” he asks darkly, and before you can stop yourself, his words come true. Your orgasm rips through you almost painfully, your toes curling up as your back arches, and Ransom grins. “Good, just like that,” he coos as you keep cumming, tears springing from your eyes as he forces the unwanted response out of you.

As you begin to come down from your high, you fully expect Ransom to ease up, but instead, he does the opposite and begins pushing a finger into your swollen opening as his other hand continues on your throbbing nub. “N-no!” you cry out at the unwanted insertion, your virgin pussy swallowing up his finger as he groans at your tightness.

“Fuck, princess. So fucking tight,” he grunts as he works his finger in you, the pad of his large digit finding a soft spot inside you that you didn’t even know existed, and you begin crying out in protest and pleasure once again. “Such a good girl, taking my finger so well,” he croons, his thumb not slowing as it rubs over your clit. “Think you can take another one?” he sings, beginning to pump a second finger into you as another orgasm begins building up before you can even recover from the first.

“Again?” Ransom asks, humiliating you with his quick recognition, “already? Must feel really good, sweetheart,” he says smugly as he thrusts harder and faster, extracting filthy sounds from your drenched folds as you clamp down on his fingers, your eyes rolling back as you’re once again sent over the edge. “Shit,” he chuckles as you squirt all over his fingers, “fuckin’ just like that, doll. Cum all over my fingers. That’s it.”

“P-p-please,” you choke as you come down, tears and spit dribbling down your face from crying so hard. Your whole body aches with overstimulation, and all you can hope is that Ransom will come to his senses and release you. But you know that’s probably too much to ask.

“Oh, poor baby,” he fusses as he twists his fingers slowly inside of you, causing you to yelp painfully. “You’re so pretty when you cry, sweetheart. So pretty, despite everything I’m forcing out of you. My pretty girl. So beautiful,” he hums, his face lowering between your legs as you scream in protest.

“D-don’t, no, n-not that, not that,” you sob, but your words do little to stop him as he begins pumping you slowly again with his fingers, his lips resting barely above your hardened nub.

“Need this little clit in my mouth,” he grunts hungrily, stroking it a few times with the pad of his thumb. “Need to feel it throbbing as you cum. Need you to cum again, princess. Think you can do that for me?” he asks, slowly gathering the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking on it harshly, the increasing rhythm of his thrusts and the suction on your clit becoming altogether too much as you squeeze your eyes shut, screaming out as your third orgasm hits, your pussy spasming violently as you squirt right into Ransom’s awaiting mouth.

The climax lasts a painfully long time. After several moments, though, you finally begin to wind down. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as the heat and pressure subsides, and your teary eyes blink open to find that Ransom’s pulled away completely, standing to the side of the bed as he finishes undressing. Your eyes widen at the size of his massive cock throbbing between his legs, new sobs bubbling up in your chest. Turning back to you, Ransom smiles sympathetically, cooing as he shakes his head, “Poor baby, couldn’t last no matter how hard you tried.” Climbing back up onto the bed, he resumes his position between your legs, and you simply continue to cry, having no energy left to beg or protest.

“Gonna fill you up, sweetheart. You’re not done cumming for me yet,” he grins as he places himself right outside your opening, the tip of his member beginning to force its way painfully into your overstimulated pussy. Ransom shushes you gently as you cry out at the forced penetration, soothing, “Shhh, baby. You can take it. Gonna make you feel so good, doll. Gonna fill you up so good.” He continues pushing and the pressure grows; it feels like you’re quite literally being torn open by his oversized cock.

By the time its all the way in, you’ve squeezed your eyes shut again, overwhelmed and terrified by the object now inside of you. “Good girl, such a good girl, taking all of me,” he praises, kissing your tear-stained cheek as he begins thrusting in and out slowly, bringing a hand down and rubbing at your clit to try to ease some of the pressure. You whimper as the pain begins to fade away, a degrading sense of pleasure rising up in its place. You’re just so full, stretched out to the max, with his skillful fingers working your exposed clit, and you know you can’t last long. You sob and Ransom shushes you almost comfortingly, the care and tenderness he’s showing somehow making the whole thing feel even worse.

“Fuck, so tight, sweetheart,” he pants as his thrusts grow faster and stronger, both of your arousal levels rising as a terrible coil builds in your tummy, a feeling you’ve grown to hate more than anything in the world. “That’s it,” Ransom praises as he sees the way your body’s beginning to respond. “Gonna cum for me again, aren’t you, doll? Gonna cum all over my cock as I stretch you out. Go ahead, baby; cum. Cum for me,” he instructs, and at his word, you do, crying out in agony as the climax sets off through your body. “Fuck. That’s it, gonna fucking cum,” Ransom soon follows as his thrusts become sloppy, his hot seed shooting through your quaking pussy as you both find your release.

When feeling finally begins returning to your limbs and your high dies down, the only sound remaining in the room is the heavy breathing of the two of you, accompanied by your soft cries of fear and pain. Pulling out of you slowly, Ransom settles back on his knees, grinning down at you as your sobs grow stronger. “Fucking perfect,” he sighs, relieved to have finally taken what he was so desperately seeking.

#eun's writing #untouched perfect and all for him #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom drysdale smut #dark!ransom drysdale #knives out #knives out fanfiction #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale one shot #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale blurb #ransom drysdale drabble #ransom drysdale headcanon

[heyheydidjaknow]

Seriously, what makes L so attractive to people? What makes him so attractive to you? Is it really just how fucking insanely intelligent he is? Like by all means he’s not that physically attractive unless you’re into that sickly-Victorian-dying-child-that-occasionally-lacks-eyebrows-in-some-panels thing (no judgement because apparently I myself am entirely into that), and he doesn’t look like he showers daily.

Is it just deadass because he’s that smart? And his unique personality? Because other than that he is most certainly not the most eligible bachelor out there.

I say this with more love towards L than anyone could ever dream of.

This is a totally valid question and I think we should talk about it, actually.

So, first things first, let’s take a second and acknowledge that the bar for romantically viable characters in Death Note is a bit low. We have Matsuda, sure, and Misa is obviously a goddess but, if we’re being honest with ourselves, Matsuda’s a cuck and Misa’s clearly red green colorblind, and unless you want to just completely disregard common sense and want to go with Light “Women are so simple” Yagami, the dating pool is shallow unless you want to add Soichiro or any of the characters outside of that main pool. Between the Wammy kids it’s an easy pick. Within the Kira task force it’s a slightly harder but still relatively easy pick.

Following up on that, he is solidly the second most relatable character in the cast from a personality perspective. He’s funny, sociable, and actually talks about embarrassing things that he’s done. He’s honest most of the time, clearly passionate about what he does (if only in regards to the Kira investigation) and is delightfully petty against someone that, if you like L and his moral ideals, you are going to hate. L, while eccentric, is still a relatively caring person who obviously can and is willing to attach himself to other people (albeit on a surface level) and doesn’t let that get in the way of things that need to be done, which is indicative of his strong work ethic and drive. Also he’s smart which makes the show less frustrating to watch.

Let’s talk brass tax here for a second. Let’s be selfish. Let’s acknowledge that the man has a stable job and an obvious sex drive and romantic desire. Let’s acknowledge the smoothness of “I could actually fall for you.” If you were to get into a permanent relationship with him, would you have to worry about your finances ever again? No, because even if you’re the main provider he is apparently so good with money that at the age of 26 he has enough savings to construct a building on his own and keep safety funds for the people around him. You never have to worry about him cheating, he’s gonna make sure you’re taken care of, and he is actually an active person which is just a wonderful thing to know.

Let’s not kid ourselves; L is hot. He is the alt boy ideal. That is the target demographic. He is so easy to dress and he looks so comfortable in his own skin and one could argue that his looking like that is a stylistic choice and not his just not washing. He is athletic to an extent and has proven his physical strength so you know he’s not just skin and bones under his clothes. He is very doll-like, which is my type and the type of a lot of the people who watch/read death note.

But why do I like L Lawliet? I like him because he’s smart and because he’s fun to write. I like him because he’s relatable and because you know that if he ever left the house long enough to actually get himself a spouse that he would treat them as well as he could manage and love them passionately. He’s fun to talk about and he’s fun to hang around and I’m a sucker for a good voice and that’s all I really need in a man. Is he eccentric? Yes. Do I think that there are aspects of his character which might impede his ability to be a 10/10 boyfriend/husband. Yes. Can I ignore those things because I like him so much? Absolutely.

#death note lawliet #death note x reader #death note x you #death note #death note x y/n #dn lawliet #l lawliet #lawliet x reader #l x reader #ryuzaki lawliet #oh and also #his backstory? #nonexistent #which adds to the mysterious vibe #but also means I can give him a backstory of my choosing #this is indeed build a bitch #but by bitch I mean an emotionally complex character.

[the1975attheirverybest]

To/for all fanfic readers and writers, with lots of love ❤️:

Hey friends 💗 so, as many of you already know, a lot of fans (many of them fanfic writers) have been leaving tumblr lately and our community has been affected by a lot of negativity and stress for the compounding effects of multiple reasons. Though this is by no means the ONLY reason, fanfic writers have recently dealt with a lot of undue hate, unnecessary drama, and not enough appreciation.

Writers don’t only write for validation. HOWEVER, the experience and practice of writing comes with a lot of feelings of inadequacy and imposter syndrome. Moreover, writing is primarily a mode of connection. Al of art is. People who write, paint, make music, build stuff…we all do so as ways to express ourselves and connect with others. And getting to share what you write at the end of the writing process adds a layer of meaning to what you do that wouldn’t otherwise exist if you just saved it in a little folder somewhere on your device. So, when writers feel more stress and drama than appreciation, support, or any sign that the connection they reached out for has been made, it naturally makes us question what we do.

It pains me (and I know so may of my mutuals share this sentiment) to see so many talented and beautiful souls leave the fandom space because the culture of community and support that used to be here is no longer inclusive of everyone. It seems, these days, every time I log on, I’m seeing more and more mutuals saying that they’re going to leave, take a long break, or stop posting. I don’t know about you all, but I know I speak both, as a reader, and a writer, when I say that other people leaving is not good for them, for me, or for anyone who loves this fandom and this community.

What can we do about this?

Writers:

Hello my babies ❤️ I love you all. I see you all.

PLEASE OH PLEASE KEEP WRITING.

You’re doing amazing. You are the glue that holds this community together. You make art. Inspire conversations. Stir other people’s imaginations.

Art produces art. I started posting on here because I read the writing of other talented people on here that MADE ME want to start doing it.

Whether you write little blurbs, take request, writer multi-chapter, long, thousand + word fics, or just concepts; whether you write smut, fluff, angst….whatever it is that you do, you are valid. Important. Needed. Necessary.

When the inevitable “hiatus” occurs or even in between shows….who do you think this fandom depends on for keeping the energy alive? Writers.

Writing can be a lonely and self-loathing experience. We need each other. Reach out to other writers. Lift them up. Support them.

Share your work with one another. Discuss. Fangirl. Celebrate yourselves and each other. No, no, no ,no!! I heard that. I heard that sneaky voice in the back of your head telling you that you don’t have the right to call yourself a writer or to celebrate cuz you’re not even that good. FUCK THAT SHIT. YES YOU DO. YES YOU ARE.

Readers

Y’all are so so so special. ❤️ yes we write to entertain ourselves. Yes we do it cuz it’s fun. But when I tell you that there is no greater joy to me than reading y’all’s thoughts in the tags when you reblog, or seeing your comments or asks….literally means more to me than anything.

Do NOT let anyone make you feel bad or guilty about enjoying fanfiction.

If you like a fic, engage with it. Like, comment, reblog, reach out to the writer and let them know that you liked it.

Bonus points if you let them know WHAT you liked about it. I promise you, you’ll have that talented and slutty and sweet mf kicking screaming twirling their hair and smiling for the rest of the day if you tell them you enjoyed what they wrote.

You are never bothering us. We never get tired of your kindness. It’s never repetitive. It’s never meaningless. Any time that you say something, your comment will pop into our head when we next question whether or keep going or not.

Sooooo….what do we do about this?

I encourage you, whether you’re a new writer or a writer with a platform, please don’t stop because some childish killjoys with inferiority complexes wanna take your shine away. Post your work. Enjoy the unique pleasures of making art outside of the structures of capitalist consumption. Nobody is paying you for this. Nobody is estimating the value of your worth and trying to market your labor. Do you know how rare that is???

Writers support writers. Lift each other up. Share each others work. Give each other feedback. Remind each other of each others talent when you see someone starting to doubt themselves or haters getting under their skin.

Readers: like, COMMENT, FUCKIN REBLOG. it takes an extra second. It’s worth more than you know. Do it. It’s the least you can do for someone who has poured their heart and soul into something and delivered it to you on a silver platter.

Writers, readers, shitposters, fans a like: look out for one another. Take care of each other. Have each others backs. If you see a hateful comment, if you see someone trying to gate-keep, shame, or alienate anyone for any reason, CALL. THEM. OUT. Actions have consequences. If you’re so cowardly as to take yiu hate from one platform to another, you don’t have the write to make people feel like shit and ruin their hobby without consequences. You’ll be called on to answer for your bullshit.

There is no hierarchy within the fandom. You don’t get to tell someone how matty will feel about them as a fan and you don’t get to judge the way that someone participates in this fandom.

This month, a lot of your favorite authors will be posting October/ fall/ Halloween themed fics because of this. I think it’s the perfect time to revisit the way that we do reader and writer appreciation around here. I encourage you all to engage with fanfiction more personally and help make this fandom safe for everyone.

#matty healy fanfic #the 1975 fanfic #Ross McDonald fanfic #george daniel fanfiction

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hi, India!!

I’m writing my first fic for a fest and I was so excited about it. But I reread what I wrote so far and it’s just soooo bad 😭 I can’t think of anyone reading it, specially because english is not my first language and I fear my writing is not natural or fluid enough.

Do you have any advice on how can I take my mind out of this though and just write for pleasure as I used to? 🥲

Hey, love 💕

I’m sorry this took me awhile to answer. (I’m also not the most eloquent right now, I’m sorry.) Honestly, it’s a little funny that you chose to ask me this question, because I’m notorious for being very, very in my head about my writing and being consistent about quality.

To be fair to that, and to you, I’m going to try and give you a handful of answers, from different perspectives. They can be taken together or separately or not at all, whatever suits.

First, most importantly, and most pragmatically:

1. Get a beta you trust.

I know the face of this fandom has changed, I know content creation has dwindled and that less and less people are able to support writers this way, but honestly, for me, this is more important than almost anything about the writing process, and especially so if you’re writing in your second, third, fourth language. There are just too many nuances to language and verbiage, and it helps so much for someone to say “I know what you meant here, but it doesn’t read like that.”

(I don’t believe in ever letting my work go unbeta-ed, no matter how confident I feel in the raw work or the language, because of course I know what I meant to say — I’m the writer. I need some to firmly (but kindly) check that the audience understands it as well.)

Betas also help in terms of managing self-criticism, because being hard on yourself is just not always something you can change, especially if you care about the story and skill-building. A good beta will help by either saying “it’s not bad, you’ve just read it too often, put it down” or “why do you think it’s bad exactly” and help you improve it.

Second, on the concept of writing for pleasure:

2. Just because something is hard doesn’t mean it’s not fun.

People often mistake “fun” for “easy”; I don’t think it’s the same. I think when you enjoy something and are passionate about it, it’s going to cost you and force you to push yourself. There’s no such thing as “low-stakes passion”, that’s just incongruous. (Marathon runners don’t keep running races that are easy for them. They progress because they like it — process, challenges, rewards, everything.)

Similarly, you clearly write because you love it. But if you’re getting to the point where you’re cognizant enough to be self-critical, that means you’re improving. It means there are things you want to convey that your skill doesn’t allow you to yet.

Hold on to that, because that’s motivation. It means that you love something enough that you’re consumed with doing it justice. That tension is not a bad thing; that’s where a hobby turns into a passion and the solution is not about regressing back to something low-stakes — it’s about finding out how to bridge the gap between your skill and your ambition.

And third, focused on the output:

3. Focus on how much you want your story to exist.

Most of the time, writing is a long game. It’s about consistency and effort and focus and discipline, and all of those things are tiring as fuck.

It’s so much easier to bang out a drabble and get the validation, and move onto the next “fun” idea. And that’s totally fine, except for when you want this particular story to exist this particular way.

I’ve found that’s the only thing that pushes me to stay motivated and devoted to writing — the thought that I just want this story to exist and I don’t want to live in a world where it doesn’t.

My boss always says this thing: “let the content lead”, and I think that’s true of writing. If you’re focused on weaving this idea into something tangible, if that’s mainly what drives you, the relationship stays between you and the story (not the story and it’s external reception) and that can alleviate the pressure a lot, because you shift into writing to fulfill an internal goal, and as long as that story exists, you’ve achieved that.

I guess what I’m trying to say is, I think all of your concerns are valid. You have a very practical issue: the language barrier, that needs a very practical solution: a beta. But you’re also hitting a moment of growth in terms of your writing, and I don’t want you to look at that hurdle and assume it means you need to turn around. Things can be hard and also fun, and I wouldn’t want the fandom to miss out on this version of this story that can only be written by you just because you’ve outgrown your current skill set.

Lastly, and I think this is really important: remember that this is never going to be your last fic. So if it’s not perfect — if it’s not exactly the way you want it to be at the end — write another one that’s better, and another, and another. There’s room in this fandom for every version of you as a writer, and your chances to improve and represent yourself better are infinite. Write what you can write now, and then write something better later. 🩷

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #writing thoughts #writing for fun

[leidensygdom]

There is no wrong way to enjoy TTRPGs, as long as everyone at the table is having fun

I just saw a couple of people tagging some of my latest posts with concerns on how they are scared to DM TTRPGs because they can’t do battlemaps, so let me put a quick post together about this:

There is no wrong way to enjoy TTRPGs, as long as everyone at the table is having fun. Fun is the keyword here. Is everyone enjoying the game? Then you’re doing it right. Doesn’t matter how little or how much you want to have at your table. Doesn’t matter which system are you playing. As long as people are enjoying themselves, you’re doing it right.

This means a lot of things. Maybe your group loves playing by-the-book and never homebrews. That’s absolutely right. Or maybe your group has almost developed an entire system of their own after years of homebrewing. That’s also good- If everyone at the table like it and it is fair for everyone, you’re playing the game right!

Some people love super crunchy games filled with numbers and strategy and no RP. If everyone at the table enjoys that, then you’re doing it right. Maybe you like very deadly games and meatgrinders- If people at the table like that, it’s absolutely valid. Or maybe you just want to do RP and develop characters with none of the numbers. If that’s what your group wants, congrats! That’s also valid.

Some people love to painstakingly prepare every little detail and has 10 pages of notes for a session. It takes time, but it makes DMing easier for some. If it works for you, do it! Or maybe you like to go completely improv- If it suits your style and it works for the table, that’s also fantastic

Format-wise, you can play TTRPGs in many ways. Maybe you just want to go full theatre of mind- Absolutely valid. Maybe you don’t want to think about battlemaps but still need a way to make it work- I’ve seen people use emojis on discord to build a semblance of a battlemap. I’ve seen people use excel. People use google sheets. People use drawing software. If it works for your group, it’s good enough. Or maybe you play irl and want to go all in with painted minis and terrain, or the VTT equivalent of having fully animated maps full of spell effects and stuff. That’s also absolutely valid! Why wouldn’t it be?

There has been a lot of talking about the right TTRPGs to enjoy, and how to enjoy them, which has probably risen because of the OGL and people suddenly moving systems or finding new groups, or even people finding out animated spells are a thing. And of course, there’s some people willing to police how others have fun at their tables. Which- Let’s be entirely honest, if you see someone whine about “theatre of the mind sucks you’re just lazy” (or “you don’t need a fancy animated battlemap”, on the contrary) it’s better to just ignore the fuck out of them and move on. If it works for your table, go and enjoy exactly that. That’s what matters.

A lot of times people choose to play TTRPG one way or another to accommodate to their groups needs and their own, and trying to say what is “wrong” can easily fall into a weirdly ableist discourse. For example, I have a speech impediment: It’s gotten better over the years, but lengthy improv descriptions are a struggle. And so, I’d rather either prepare extensive descriptions in my notes, or draw a battlemap that puts my players into what I envision without a 5-minute narration that will burn my mental RAM. Someone with ADHD may need extensive notes to not go off the rails- Or maybe a dyslexic person can’t use notes too well and prefers to rely on improv. Aphantasia is a thing and some people can’t just imagine out of a text description, and they may prefer to see an animation instead of hearing someone describe it. The beauty of TTRPGs is that they’re wildly variable, and people have found endless ways to enjoy them- and adapt them to their needs.

So, for whoever needs to hear this, for whoever found some idiot on the internet telling you how to play your own home game: If your group is having fun the way you play the game, you’re doing it right. Don’t be scared to try out methods that work for you and your group, and adapt it to individual preferences, needs, and use whatever accommodations you need to make your life easier. Having fun is the objective, the way you get there is up to you.

#ttrpg #tabletop rpg #ttrpgs #vtt #virtual tabletop #dnd 5e #pathfinder #vtm #starfinder #gurps #long post #call of cthulhu

[torpublishinggroup]

Tor Staff Builds a Dragon

You can only write about dragons for so long without creating one. Tor staff have gathered from across the corners of our several departments to collectively design a precious little monster.

We're Tor. Meet our dragon.

Assigned Component: Name Designer: a stack of feral racoons in a trenchcoat, Assistant Director of Marketing

"The ideal dragon name is hard to pin down but it’s all about branding. Do you want adventurers popping by regularly for when you’re feeling snacky? Try something intimidating but sure to pique their curiosity so they feel the trip to your digestive system is worth the effort but also sure to earn glory. Best naming convention for this purpose is BLANK the BLANK, like Doralindon the Conqueror of Cities or Steve the Ignoble.

But above all when considering a dread dragon name to terrify children around the fire in the halls of your enemies for years to come is to stay true to yourself. If you like your birth name, flaunt what your momma gave you! If you’re looking for a Nom de Guerre, don’t be afraid to flaunt your most fun qualities. Corey the Lover of Long Walks on the Beach is just as valid as The Dread Claw of Winter."

Assigned Component: Tail Designer: Rachel Taylor, Senior Marketing Manager

"Dragons must be protected on all sides, and maybe most importantly from behind, so no pesky wannabe ‘heroes’ can sneak up and attempt a murder (cowards). The Tor Publishing Group is mighty and swift, so I think the tail must encompass those virtues, with a long, spiky tail that is fast, sharp, and deadly. AKA, the tail is made of knives. No unexpected sneak attacks will get the Tor Dragon down! BEGONE, ATTEMPTED DO-GOODERS!!!"

Assigned Component: Wings Designer: Dragon Enthusiast, Marketing Assistant

"Most dragons you see nowadays have thin, bat-like wings that are, frankly, not much fun. Here at Tor we’ve got flair, we’ve got pizazz, and our dragon should too so we’re taking the wing-game up a notch and giving them a pair of the fanciest, featheriest wings you’ve ever seen. Might our dragon look a tad silly? Perhaps. Will they be primed and ready to live their best dragon life? Most definitely."

Assigned Component: Limbs Designer: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

"Tor Publishing Group has many imprints, so our dragon must have many limbs. At least as many limbs as we have imprints, and they all must be different to reflect the different propensities of Tor. For example, the Nightfire limb is obviously a chainsaw. The limb that represents Tor Teen will be a slightly more youthful iteration of the dragonic arm that represents Tor Books, etc."

Assigned Component: Lair Designer: A Nightfire Ghoul, Associate Editor

"If I tell you there’s a dragon in all of us, you may laugh, as is your right. But you feel it, don’t you? Tail coiled around your ribs, wings tucked between your lungs, fire burning in your heart. So yes, dear reader, laugh if you’d like. But you know it’s the truth. The dragon’s lair is you. Be sure to feed it well."

Assigned Component: Magic Powers Designer: Jill Cipher, Associate Publicist

"While most readers probably imagine a fire-breathing, hoarding lizard with wings, I prefer dragons to be slightly more… peculiar. To really encompass the full idea of Tor Publishing Group, our dragon has to be a chameleon of chaos. I imagine our dragon has malleable collarbones like a cat in order to fit into small spaces; the disorienting scream of a goat; and world shaking (earthquakes, avalanches, etc.) abilities."

NOW BEHOLD OUR CREATION, ARE NOT THEY LOVELY?

LOOK UPON OUR CHILD AND DESPAIR

#dragon week #tor books #DREAD CLAW #dragons #books or something

[junkbbykow]

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Omgggg Thank y’all for the love on my last PAC! This is the first time I’ve done a 18+ reading so please give feedback so I can improve. Enjoy the reading! Also thanks for 100 followers 🐞

I also added music interpretations this time!

18+ | Minors DNI | Pic an image below 1,2,3,4,5

Pile 1 - The Monarchs

I get a sense that you liked to be serviced. All eyes on you (pillow prince(ess) vibes🤴🏽). You might also appreciate group dynamics. You enjoy the sense of being protected, swept off your feet, and so on. You might be a virgin or fairly inexperienced because your destined person thinks you need help in the s*x department. This could also mean you’ve never orgasmed or had a truly pleasurable experience in bed. Your destined person is going to show you how to reach climax, pleasure yourself, and overall enjoy sex. Lmao I heard ‘super soaker’ so you might be a squirter or they just love how they can get you that turned on. Your DP loves your cum. The taste, smell, texture. They love fingering you and feeling inside of you! Also your destined person sees you moving away from old sexual habits leaning to the more hedonistic side. Basically, they’re here now so you don’t need that other stuff and/or you can find new stuff together :) They just want you to be safe. Your DP is a giverrrrr. I’m seeing gifts in the physical like lingerie and toys. Some of you might be long distance or you and your DP spend a lot of time separated due to work. These toys and gifts are important for keeping y’all connected on that intimate level while away. I also think your DP will want to experiment and have fun in the bedroom. They’ll do anything to get to close as you as possible lmao (not in a creepy way tho). Also for gifts, they’re also ‘packing’ and love to offer said package 😅. I’m also seeing that they like to treat you. It turns them on. It’s giving paypig energy. You are their god(dess) and they are a devout follower. (Sidenote: they love to give you head. They take pride in it. How they can make you cum from their mouth alone or fairly quickly) Back to what I was saying, they want you to be high class, dressed up, just exquisite. They like when you swallow their cum.

From the songs, you expect devotion. Your partner should give you all your desires and more from gifts to orgasms. You may not be actually accepting of this energy when it comes to you. In the beginning of your relationship, sex may not be the focus. You or your DP will want someone they can trust. You’ll need to build a bond to be willing to go deeper with this person. Tbh you talk the talk but don’t walk the walk which is valid because a lot of you are inexperienced in either sex or relationships in general. Your DP knows they have to earn your trust and wait for you to remove the guards you have up. They want to promise themselves to you or the other way around. Sex with you is more than sex its an agreement of sorts and your DP understands that. They will be in love with you and will pursue sex with you from that but you may not believe these to be their true motivators. you’re honestly very suspicious of other peoples desires to be with you sexually (which i totally understand and your DP does too) they are going to try really hard to not push and patiently support your desires to not have sex right away or accept certain gifts, or wait to be vulnerable with them.

Tidbits: Hotel, car, money, gloss, soaked, gown, evening, party, gala, trip, work

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Pile 2 - The Sweet Talkers

Lmao!!!! I gasped at every card I pulled. You know how to work your destined person. Whether their submissive or not, they are WRAPPED around your finger. Sheesh, they got it bad. Say something and it’s yours. Peep the mouth next the the photo. They like when you talk in your ear. Your words just, control them. They pierce through the most vulnerable aspects of them. A caregiver kink may be present. Although your words can be sharp they can also be comforting. On one side, you demand a certain standard that your DP loves to meet and then on the other, your just holding your DP like your sweet baby. Some of you may be interested in or your partner is interested in group ‘play’ and/or dual penetration. A foursome may happen or having multiple toys inside you or your partner. BDSM, bondage, pet play may be of interest to you. Some level of confinement and restrictions. This could also represent edging. You might also use sex in your relationship to ease tensions from work, arguments, or past pains. (Please be careful to also release these in other ways as-well) I also think sex frees the both of you from your daily worries and the illusions about one self. Physical touch could greatly help your partner or you heal certain insecurities and wounds. Lmao after y’all do the do y’all are so care free. All your stress, gone. Lmao scorpio/7h/prominent mars placements. Sew swings might also play a role in the bedroom or toys that keep someone open for the other.

Based on your channeled song, they want give everything to you. And they want you to take it. A lil forceful or greedily. You have all parts of them and you using their body is a gift to them. They might also like to roleplay with power imbalance. Maybe y’all have RBF or you just exude a strong energy but it turns them on. They want you to see them as beneath them during the act. You have control and they want you to toy with them and their emotions. They might want you to ask them to prove their worth to you. Why should your destined person get to lay with you. I see your DP with big puppy eyes just looking for your acceptance and approval which plays back into the caregiver thing I mentioned. Degradation and praise kinks are heavy.

Tidbits: Poly, swingers, leash, rope, confined, mark, choke, slap, arm, furniture, bars, Lick this pu$$y, neck, back, crack

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Pile 3 - The Craftsmen

Um, I feel like sex with your Destined Person involves a penis. If that doesn’t suit you this may not be your pile. I will keep it body inclusive but heads up. Their is an emphasis of hands on wands here so I think they like you to give them handjobs, finger them, in general using your hands and gripping. This person literally loves what you do with your hands. You may have redefined handjobs, fingering, etc for your DP. The way you do it is simply life changing. I feel like you take your time with your hands and show your DP new ways of using them. Straight up doing things they never expected. You may be more kinky or experienced than your DP. Or you just have some hidden knowledge. You take your time to get to know your DP’s body and how to work it. You can tell exactly when to switch it up or ride it out. It’s some kind of sorcery to your DP. I went to get more clarification AND THERES JUST MORE WANDS lmao. You reciprocate an energy with your DO that they’ve never experienced. You both find joy in pleasuring your partners that the give and take ends up being equal because you’re both so focused on giving. Your DP sees sex with you as a mini (or not so mini) retreat from everyday stressors. Your hands after a ling days work is heaven. More than they could ever ask for. You both might enjoy morning or afternoon sex.

From the songs, you are skilleddddddd. You know how to work your magic! You can turn someone on and pleasure them in ways that is frankly miraculous. Like how many people can ACTUALLY say Sex with Me actually resonates 😭 You do what you need to. Literally sex does not get better than you and it’s addicting. You can turn your DP on from a text alone. When you want it, you can have it. If you don’t feel this experienced this will come later in the relationship. Your sex life with your DP spans years! They are literally obsessed with you and your body. Your relationship is so homey that the sex comes naturally. They love seeing every inch of you and worshiping it. In the beginning of y’alls sexual endeavors or prior they will just be confused as to how they got your attention and even more so that is real love. They like to take away your stress with sex. You have a lot pent up due to your responsibilities and they want to deal with it for you.

Tidbit: Garden, Apartment, daytime, lunch break, coworkers

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Pile 4 - The Bratz

Sex with you is almost like a fight? You may be bratty or rather dominant. You want what you want. You DP sees you as someone who is commanding. Also they may think about how other people want you, but they simply cannot have you. Their possessive but also very appreciative that you chose them. They like to use toys on you. They like the push and pull of being sexual with you. Some of you may be dominant in a submissive way???? Like you don’t do typical dom things but your very adamant about getting you way. They like to watch you. Seeing you get changed, being above them, just you. They want to be overwhelmed by your presence during the act. If your DP has a penis or likes to use a strap, they love penetration. Being inside of you is one of earths greatest treasures 🥹. If you like to penetrate then you DP thinks you lay goodt pipe. They like to cum in you or like when you cum in them. They may also like your androgyny or your tendency to live outside of gender roles/norms. Sex with you is consistently a good time. You might have turned their world upside down or changed their perspective on sex. Y’all like to play with each-others senses. Being blindfolded, tied up, and left in suspense waiting. They might also like to tickle you or use floggers. Anything to build the sensation. Sex with you is not just about the act but everything that led up to it. Whether it be date night, or you teasing them all day. There is an emphasis on waiting. They also probably love to tease you to bring out your bratty side even more. Especially if they don’t see this part of you often.

You are powerful. Your DP see you as a boss and also very bossy. Your aggression, power, and the way you express it can be very masculine and they love this. OHHHHH you and your DP are competing in the bedroom. Like who can achieve what. Who submits first. Who gets stimulated faster. They want to prove their the better lover 😗 but y’all are both so cocky. It wont happen. They also love how you aren’t afraid to confidently think your above them or better in some ways. If y’all share careers or goals, these achievements could also make their way into the bedroom. You have a way with them. They don’t get it and nobody else does either. They always want to see you or be with you. Your DP has a high sex drive, but specifically for you. Either your chest is very beautiful or you um…make them bust 😅. You might be from different worlds in a sense and those attributes you have from how you were raised make you so sexy and desirable. Your very amusing. Your uniqueness is a turn on.

Tidbits: dressup, doll, touch, smell, graze, tingles, spine, workshop, kinkster, shield, nudes, bust

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Pile 5 - The Preformer

I feel like this pile, at least in the bedroom, can be very dainty or highly feminine. They love this about you. Your moans, movements, and so on just scream cutesy and your person loves this. They see you as someone to protect and when they see you in this state it just proves to them even more that need to watch over you. It makes them feel needed and desired in a way they can’t explain. They also see you as entitled and high maintenance. Meeting your needs can be a tall order, but worth it in the end. They probably like you to dress up or perform for them. Maybe a strip tease or even just walking around in your clothes. You are simply sexy to them in all ways. They like that you keep this vulnerable side to you hidden. They may feel as though nobody could predict the person you are underneath meaning only they know. The way you hold and touch them makes them feel alive. You also might make them cum prematurely. They also like how manicured you are. You put so much attention into your appearance and apart of that drifts away in the bedroom while somethings stay. Like your nails are still their but your fully bare and open to them. Almost stripped of all the ways you hide or armor yourself. They see this as taking a great deal of trust and live that they’ve been chosen to see you. Like I said before, preforming is something you do well and they love how you can role-play or put on different acts to satisfy their needs.

From your songs, sex with you from your DPs perspective is like a relaxing afternoon. Like at Central Park on a summer day and there’s a nice breeze (that’s legit what i’m visualizing). You remind them of fresh linen. So light, airy, soft, and welcoming. Also your DP may be a foreigner and that adds a layer to your intimacy because how did they meet you among all the chaos of the world. They like to see you in designer and high quality. When you wear stuff like this around them it’s a treat. Like you walk in to a room at a party or wherever and their eyes find you and they melt. The Dominic Fike song is like their fantasy. Everyday with you is so loving. Your DP is so romantic and so is y’all’s sex life.

Tidbits: Yoga, leggings, dance, toes, Nail extensions

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See Ya,

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#intuition #spirit guidance #healing #gratitude #tarot pac #pick a picture #pick a number #pick a card #tarot messages #tarot reader #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot reading #tarot witch #rihanna #18+ pac #18+ readings #Junkbby Kow #intuitive readings #intuitive #collective #collective reading #general reading #jazz #dominic fike #shygirl #tizrah #jhene aiko #nicki minaj #young thug

[landofzero-archive]

Battle on the Sugoroku Board - The Die Has Been Cast 6

(Location: “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” program set)

Rinne: Gyahahahahaha♪ Get outta my way, I’m heading through! The troublemaker of the idol industry, Rinne Amagi is passing through~!

Anyone who’s got a problem with that, show yourselves to me! I have no intention of losing by leaving things up to chance!

Stop hiding and come on out! It’s much more fun to try your luck with dice than to stay hidden♪

Yuuta: (Uwah, he’s too easy to understand.

He said rinne-senpai would be a good bullet shield, but I don’t think there’s many people who’d want to fight if he’s that brazen about it.

Since Rinne-senpai has a strong reputation for gambling, maybe people think he’s lucky?

There’s rumors that if he rolls the dice, he’ll definitely get a good result—

Honestly, though, that’s impossible.

In reality, at Starmony Dorms he often says “I lost big time~!” and asks for food from those around him.

A person who makes gambler-like bets, with big stakes and big results.

It’s just the worst…… I absolutely don’t want to become like that.

…… And while I was thinking about that, he already ran so far away!

Now that he’s standing out like that, I have to follow behind.)

Rinne: ………

Yuuta: (Huh, he suddenly stopped?)

Rinne: I know you’re there, Yuta. It’s pretty obvious that you’re following me♪

Yuuta: Eh, when did you notice……!?

Rinne: Unfortunately for you, I have a good sense of intuition.

I lived in the countryside for a long time, so it’s like second nature to me. In a less populated place like this, you can hear everyone’s footsteps, y’know?

If you’re gonna follow me, you’re gonna have to stick with me. That would be more interesting♪

Yuuta: …… Don’t wanna.

Or rather, Rinne-senpai. Let me ask you, why are you walking around like you’re purposely trying to tell me where you are?

If you do that, you won’t be able to win the game

Rinne: Winning the game, huh~? No, that’s just a bonus, right?

The key to success on a variety show is how interesting the footage is. Am I wrong?

Yuuta: …… Well, that is true, but…

Even if we lose the game, as long as we win overall, that’s fine. That kind of behavior is possible since 2wink’s done the same thing.

But that’s also behavior that gets criticized.

If you just want to make a living in the entertainment world, then maybe you should just play the role of a clown and keep your head down.

But, I’ve decided not to do too much of that kind of thing.

Rinne: Hmm……

You know what kind of life you’ll choose, Yuta.

That kind of idea isn’t bad either. So this time I’ll respect your ideas and fight a little more seriously♪

Yuuta: No, I don’t really care about that kind of thing. I’ll just do things my way.

By the way, there’s a building over there. And there’s someone there who isn’t an idol—

Are they maybe a cast member participating in “Battle on the Sugoroku Board?”

Rinne: Looks like it. It looks like a store with mysterious products lined up.

I don’t have a single bit of gold, but should we go? Even if it doesn’t help, it’ll still be good info to bring back to Hebi-chan.

Yuuta: Surely, if they sell support items, it’ll probably make the fight easier.

Let’s check it out for a moment. I don’t want to go all the way over there together, but it’s not a big enough deal that we have to split up.

Rinne: Gyahaha. Don’t be shy, Yuta~♪

Yuuta: I’m not being shy!

Shopkeeper: Welcome. Would you like to buy something?

Yuuta: Hmmhmm. “Reroll Card” is sold for 100G.

The “Substitute Doll”(1) that’s valid if you lose once costs 300G…… There’s quite a few support items.

Rinne: Check it out. In addition to game items, there’s also snacks and vending machines. It really feels like a store.

Yuuta: …… Don’t stick your hand under the vending machine while saying that kind of stuff. 

Rinne: I’ve heard that places like this are known for having coins just lying around.

We’re broke. If I just had some coins, we could buy all sorts of things—

Oh– there it is! A coin with 100G written on it!

Yuuta: That’s……

Well, should we buy a “Reroll Card” then? It’s not very strong, but it’d be good insurance if we had one—

Rinne: Puhaah, that soda really hit the spot~♪

Yuuta: What are you doin?! You did not just buy juice with the money you picked up, did you!?

Rinne: My bad, my bad, are you thirsty? If you don’t mind sharing a drink with me, take it!

Yuuta: That’s not what I meant! You aren’t planning ahead at all!

Ahh, that precious 100G was used for juice……

I seriously don’t get it! Why would you do something so selfish, you idiot!

Rinne:  So, so shallow, Yuta! Don’t you know they say “you can’t fight on an empty stomach”?

Recording is a long process, so picking up supplies at the store will give you an advantage in the second half. —It makes sense♪

Yuuta: Why are you talking like a strategist!? Because you just ignored the strategy!?

Aaah, I guess I’m back to being broke again. Even though I’m at the store~……

Shopkeeper: If you really want money, why don’t you ask to run an errand for me?

Yuuta: Eh?

Shopkeeper: The reward is 300G. I’d like you to deliver the products from that building over there to my house.

Yuuta: Let’s go let’s go! With 300G, we can buy a “Substitute Doll” and the vice prez’s strategy’ll go well……!

“We’ll” prove to you that we’re not as weak as we used to be. On behalf of Aniki.

TL Notes:

This is a Pokémon reference. There's a reoccurring item called the substitute doll, summoned when a pokémon uses the move substitute.

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[derekscorner]

I wish the original God of War had a remake

Now before you immediately click off because you’re one of those gamers (or even movie fans) tired of the laziness that studios have fell too lately please allow me to elaborate.

I do not say this because I want anything grand. I’m not demanding they remake the classic series or even the classic trilogy. What I desire is that original game remade for some polish and love. (the series has an anniversary soon right?)

Sure, I could just find the original and- well, I did! I’m waiting on it in the mail so I can emulate. Despite this I still would like to see it redone for a few reasons.

Namely World-Building

I’m sure a good reason for many is just gameplay alone. I’ve yet to play it so I can’t chime in on that part of the topic but I do know many say the game has moments that are more annoying that fun. A little rework and polish to rid a player of needless annoyance is always desired.

The reason I personally want to see it remade is from a world stage perspective. The original title was a great enough stand alone work that it spawned this series and since I’m someone who adores simplicity I feel drawn to seeing it.

In the bluntest of terms, I find the grander world that Kratos’ lives in to be a headache. (Let’s list a few)

Such as the world of GoW being depicted as round in Ascension yet the dev team confirming this world is flat.

Or the nature of the various pantheons inhabiting this shared flat world despite the two pantheons we’ve seen so far having vastly different, yet both accurate, origins to that world.

How can Midgard be made of Ymir’s corpse when the world was supposedly born of the Greek primordial gods killing each other in a war of mutual destruction?

Was Odin just blowing smoke up his own ass? How much of Greece, Midgard, the other realms, and even confirmed countries like Egypt is made from Chaos or Ymir?

How can the death of the gods in Greece be so grander to the desolation of that nation compared to the deaths of the Aesir in Midgard? So far the only life that seemed to drastically alter Midgard’s environment was Atreus when he was on deaths door in GoW 2018.

Who cursed Kratos to be an undying demigod?

What is the higher plane that Athena ascended too and what is the rift in Odin’s basement? (yes I’ve seen the theories on both being based in gnosticism)

How many timelines has Kratos and Jormungandr created between Kratos killing the Fates and the splinter in Yggdrasil?

If lands are connected as one world then why would Greece “dying” render Kratos of all his magics when the world as a whole seems as alive as always?

How can death exist in Greece or any land with Thanatos slain by Kratos? How does one even kill death?

The sheer level of damage Kratos had done in the various prequels and intermission games. I find it hard to believe the other gods, let alone Zeus, let Kratos be when he was going around sinking Atlantis among other bits of collateral.

There’s a slew of questions and I’m sure long time fans can both answer some of these, add more, or offer decent theories to wipe them away.

Others may just argue “it’s about the characters” and ignore this and, ya know what, that’s fair. I agree.

No, seriously, some would argue this but God of War is fundamentally character focused. To ignore the inconsistencies is a valid approach with this having even more validity in the classic series due to it’s action game nature.

Sure, classic Kratos can be stoic and one-note but he is not without character. Everything he did was due to his families death. He wasn’t a good man, not a faithful husband, but he did truly love them. By Greek/Spartan standards he may have even been a great father too his daughter.

He only gets more stereotype as the series progresses because he’s meant too. IRL he was known as the angry god killer man but in-story his rage was constantly building. Any semblances of trust or attachment was answered with betrayal or tragedy.

For him to be screaming “ZEUSSSSSSSSSSSSS” for most of GoW 3 is a logical evolution in my mind. Not sure about the hope angle or Pandora but that’s an argument for a long time fan to make.

God of War, classic God of War, is a greek tragedy through and through. It’s not as deep as 2018 but Kratos’ character does reflect change. Even if it’s a villainous change.

I’m not trying excuse his actions nor is those titles nor is Kratos himself years later. He was an vengeful rage fueled god and his guilt for that is one reason his story in the Norse world works so well.

Getting back on Point

Sorry for the tangent, point is that I get it. However, I’m a being bothered by things in world building. I got into this series backwards with 2018 having only played GoW 2 once in high school. I’m not going to ask for a whole rework or remake series when the Norse titles have done so well building off Kratos past.

I want a God of War remake because I believe it’d be a fun title but I also think Kratos’ world works best within the confines of one mythology. There’s not as many holes in the stage and it’d make a great stand alone title. An entry point for some.

From my understanding, the original title had two endings. A stand alone ending and one suggesting a sequel. You could keep those, the original stand alone ending and another showing what’s to come. You could add costumes and weapons from the series as a whole. Maybe add other things that I wont even know of being a newer fan.

Possible Hot-take (I guess?)

Most importantly, and by far the most personal aspect for me, I think it’s more impressive if Kratos is just a mortal that slew a god. I’m not sure if Kratos being Zeus’ son was present during GoW 1 or if that was a plot made for GoW 2 and built upon but I actually find it a bit weak compared to what was presented in the first game.

The Norse titles did a damn good job of using that history of patricide as fuel for Kratos’ growth as a person but I still (and I do stress “personally) think it is less impressive. (especially when he canonically slew several immortals prior to GoW 1)

GoW 1 focus’ strongly on the fact that gods are immortal. Kratos rising up to kill the god that wronged him is more impressive, if not world shaking, to Greece if he’s just a mortal. Not a son of Zeus or any god but a man. One that, albeit with aid, managed to stand up to a god and kill that god.

A damn good spartan, a god-made monster/weapon forged with the intentions of battle Olympus but still mortal all the same. That’s what stuck out to me most when seeing GoW 1′s story.

That’s one reason I’d love to see GoW 1 remade with minimal story change. You could take it or leave it, play it and try the rest of the series or just stick with this one entry, overall I think it’d be a fun game if remade.

Anyway, bye now~

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P.S. those images are taken from a fan project of a God of War remake in case you’re wondering....I also realize that last section would’ve made a better separate post but oh well.

P.S.S.S I have just finished God of War 2005 and I used a cheat to take a peak at the treasures. Seems like Kratos being Zeus’ son has been an idea from the get go.

I still feel it’s a bit weaker compared to a regular mortal toppling a god but I won’t hold that as strongly now that I know.

#god of war #god of war ragnarok #kratos #ramblings

[shiftinglover]

How close are the JL as civilians? I'm shifting as one of their kids and I want to ATLEAST have some kind of basis of what my relationship would be like with the JL member beside my parent.

I’m so sorry for the late reply. ♥️

Let’s get things started. Remember, every universe is different. So although these would be how the JL members I know in my world act, this may not be the entirely the same case in your world. And that’s totally okay.

The Justice League in my world consists of:

Batman, Wonder Woman, Superman, The Flash, The Green Arrow, Cyborg, Aquaman, and The Martian Manhunter.

In my world, the JL members are really close. You kind of have to be close with one another, when you literally have to put your life in another hand’s.

You have to spend time with these people, fight with them, share trauma with them. You spend countless late nights with these people. You’re bound to talk to each other at some point. And after a while, you get to know your partners and they become friends.

After several years of doing this, fighting the good fight, working together, helping one another, you’re going to be pretty close with these people. And that exactly applies to the JL members.

As civilians, they act like really old friends with one another. Honestly, after everything they’ve been through together, they’ve learnt to rely on one another. And not just for fighting and for Justice League matters, but as a weird found family.

With that being said, the JL are filled with a bunch of weirdos. I love them all, but they are. These funky little guys all got together cause they wanted to help people, but their weird, abnormal selves were able to build this sense of a makeshift family. They’re not entirely sure how to act as a beings, much less as a family. So they found ways to adapt and become one.

Honestly, especially if your the child/apprentice of a JL member, the way your treated will be different. Kids of the JL members will be treated differently than other kids/superheroes/etc.

Everyone knows those kids are off limits. And will be fiercely protected/a bit spoiled. But at the same time, they will have a much higher expectation of you than others. There is a good bit of pressure on you because of that. And I’m sorry. But I do understand being under that kind of pressure. Your feelings are valid. And please, please, please don’t be afraid to voice your concerns and feelings- like ever, okay?

You will probably call them their aunts and uncles. I do that. “Uncle Bruce”, “Aunt Diana”, “Uncle Barry”, and so on. Expect for “Uncle Barry” or “Uncle Clark”to babysit you when your parent can’t watch you. Expect you to have a loooot of “cousins” (various other kids of JL members; like Nightwing, etc).

Aunt Diana will take you out for ice-cream after every game/event/after school thing you do (the times she’s allowed to pick you up- depends on who’s your parents. She’s a very supportive Aunt.) Uncle Bruce pretty much let’s you go with his kids and do whatever (so long as it’s not too irresponsible or dangerous). Uncle Cyborg will play games and watch movies with you. Uncle Barry plays card and board games with and takes to various places, like the movies or a fun activity. Uncle J’onn will play games and have really fun discussions with you. (Buy him cookies and you can bribe him-) Uncle Oliver is a bit awkward to be totally honest, but he’s nice. He’ll might teach you how to use a bow and arrows but be very strict about it. I never really hung out with my Uncle Arthur, so I’m not entirely sure what to explain for him. I’m sorry. But he was sometimes there at the family dinners/barbecues. He is nice, but I just never really hung out with him, outside of family parties and Justice League matters.

You’ll make really fun and interesting memories. ♥️

Edit: I dead*ss forgot my Uncle Arthur/Aquaman.💀 I included him in this updated version.

#reality shifting #shifting #shifting to dc universe #dc universe #shifting to desired reality #shifting to my dr #shifting realities #Justice league #Batman #wonder woman #martian manhunter #cyborg #the flash #the green arrow #Superman

[vanilla-c0c0]

William Rex route - ch. 3 summary

All possible disclaimers are valid! I'm not a mother tongue speaker and I'm doing this for fun. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed.

The “pleasant place” that William invited MC to is a mansion; inside, there is a variety of different people pleasantly chatting together while exchanging drinks. Young and old, men and women, nobles and normal people: it’s a social gathering with no social status restrictions. According to William, it’s similar to the coffee houses that were popular in the 18th century, and it seems to be called “Mad Tea Party”, taking its inspiration from Alice in Wonderland. The only two rules are: respect the will of others and do not engage in monetary transactions. As long as these rules are respected, one can exchange information, make friends, have discussions, etc. MC asks if this is William’s mansion, and he says that although he owns the land and building, it’s managed by a completely different person.

People start approaching and exchanging words of gratitude/greetings with William, and there is even a woman who gives him a pamphlet in favour of women’s suffrage. MC wonders if people there know that he is a part of Crown, but the moment she thinks of that, he puts his lips to her ear. “They don’t know anything; you’re the only one who knows my secret here. Be careful not to let it slip by mistake. Other than that, spend your time as you please.” A great sense of responsibility dawns on MC, who decides to look around in order to try calming her turbulent heartbeat. In the crowd of people, she spots a familiar red-haired man, and involuntarily lets out a voice. When William asks her if she knows the man, she replies that he’s a newspaper reporter she kind of admires; he would come to the post office every now and then, and he has always been friendly. William recalls that his name is Brian Bennett, and MC explains that he’s a hero-like reporter who helps the weak and crushes the strong, unafraid of greater powers and leader of the civil movement. He then asks her why won’t she approach him, as her eyes are as bright as when she was watching the stage back at the theatre. It’d be a shame to hide it (the emotion in her eyes). MC doesn’t feel confident enough to do such a thing; firstly, he probably doesn’t even remember her name, and secondly, he’s an actor on stage, whereas she’s just a spectator. “That’s not true. You, me, and him are all standing in the same place” (IF EVERYONE IS NOT SPECIAL MAYBE YOU CAN BE WHAT YOU WANT TO BE- sorry.). Suddenly, William narrows his eyes as he ponders something.

William: “There’s no helping it. I’ll cast a small magic on you.”

William holds his index finger to her lips and beckons her towards a deserted corner of the room. Confused, she approaches William who has his back to the wall. In an instant, her position is reversed. “I duly advised you not to trust my words too much. And yet… you followed me to a place like this in the middle of the night. Would it be easier for me to get my point across if I told you that it’s too late to resist now? (Note: I’m heavily interpreting this last sentence bc I couldn’t understand it). This is my land, whatever I do, no one will blame me.”

“Even if you shout out loud, no one will come to your rescue.” William traces the contour of her cheek, barely touching it. “Come on, what should you say when a bad guy is pressing you like this? A good girl like you should know.”

MC: “….S-Stop.”

William: “Ahah, with a whisper like that, I can’t even hear you”

MC: “Please stop!”

William: “….well done.”

Suddenly someone approaches. “It’s surprising that Count Rex would do such a barbaric thing.” A fearless voice flies between them, and flame red hair appear in the picture: Brian Bennett has arrived. William immediately steps away from MC and comments that since she’s such a charming lady, he couldn’t help himself.

William: “Brian, while I’m still able to think straight, could you please take her away?”

Brian complies, but as they’re leaving, MC notices William winking at her. The magic he was talking about earlier… did he lure out Mr. Brian on purpose? “Shhh—“ What a pushy guy! Returning to the centre of the room, the reporter offers MC a glass of champagne, formally introducing himself; he remembers her name, and tells her that her boss was surprised when she was suddenly summoned to the royal palace out of nowhere. Furthermore, he praises her skills as a delivery girl, embarrassing MC who would like to convey her admiration for him. “I always read your articles. Please continue doing your best from now on, too.” (Ahh, what a terrible comment…!! There’s so much I’d like to tell him and yet…!). Brian laughs and thanks her, asking if he could sometime interview her, the woman who made Count Rex go crazy. He hands over his business card, and MC finally feels like she’s in the spotlight, too. In the meantime, a gentle piano melody flows in as if to snuggle up to people’s conversations: William is playing the one playing, and it's the gentlest sound MC has ever heard. A sense of security enevolps her, uplifting her spirits and filling her chest with encouragement (note: she says that it feels as if the melody is giving her a light, encouraging push on her back).

MC: “How well do you know William Rex?”

Brian says he’s the one that invited him to the gathering, and that he first met the man when he was starting out on his career; William gave him the courage to shake off his hesitation and take a step forward. Usually, activists and people like him are seen as enemies by the nobles, but William proudly supports them, which is the reason why some believe he can live this peacefully (note: I think he means in the sense that he’s not attacked by the activists); he doesn’t hesitate to support the people he likes, regardless of status or background. And, by the way, Brian adds that this is the first time he’s ever seen him approach a woman like that, when usually he’s on the receiving end. MC looks at William’s face from a distance: even when in the middle of the spotlight, he’s the focus of people’s smiles and praises. Yet, the other night she saw the face of the ruthless and terrifying killer. Which one is the real him? The mystery deepens more and more. Maybe, all his doings were not a malicious trap for her, after all. At least not for today.

MC: “By the way… I heard that William was involved in some kind of incident (the one that caused the foundation of Crown) in the past. Do you happen to know anything?”

As soon as she says that, Brian’s expression changes and his voice is low as he explains, wary of their surroundings. From when it happened, the incident was hidden by the government, so it never caused a big ruckus. When William is asked about it, he just smiles and doesn’t say much. Since the topic is considered as semi-taboo in society, Brian promises MC he’ll send a letter later on to explain the details. She thinks that she has no choice but to unravel the truth, wondering if this is what he was talking about when he gave her the knife. Switching topics, the reporter asks her if the fact that she’s there tonight has anything to do with her sudden summoning at the palace. “I’m sorry… I can’t tell you.” Brian guesses that she might get in trouble if she does, and quickly drops the subject.

The two of them part ways, and MC goes to sit next to the grand piano. William stops playing and asks her if she has spoken to her heart’s content; “…you used an outrageous magic, didn’t you?” William comments that reporters and newspapers love gossip and sensational stories, and Brian is an activist with a strong sense of justice. He shrugs his shoulders without any apology, and MC can’t help but laugh, finally in a natural way.

MC: “Thank you very much.”

William: “I was doing such a bad action… did you enjoy it?”

She realises once more that she doesn’t know who the man in front of her is; and although her vigilance has not gone down to zero, it is still true that a conversation with the person she admires has lifted her heart and spirits.

MC: “…Yes, thanks to you.”

By the time they get back to the castle it’s already past midnight. William escorts MC to her room, saying that he wonders how she will record his sins tonight, and that it’s a pity that he cannot read through her report. MC is puzzled. “Did you commit any sins tonight…?” “What do you think?” Again. Whenever she asks a question, he asks one of his own to hear her opinion. This forces her to take a look deep into her heart, searching for answers she doesn’t even know herself. Tonight, in Brian’s eyes William must have looked “evil”, a bad guy who forcibly approached a woman; but in hers… “I don’t think you were guilty… at least for me”. He neither confirms nor denies it, he simply smiles mischievously at her.

William: “Then, let’s commit one sin.”

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