#i had a lot of fun writing this but i don't think i can look at it anymore so you're getting the halfway organized version

[eydi-andrius]

Corporate Hell (Vox X Reader)

Synopsis: You met your old boss in hell.

Warnings: 🚨 18+ 🚨 If you're a minor, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! Non-Con, drugs, cursing, implied murder, nudity, mentions of polyamory relationship, uploaded right after I finished writing, and probably more.

a/n: Vox has been on my mind lately. This is probably not good but I have to get him off my mind. The brainrot I had for this capitalist, sadistic, bottom, sub, bi, television set augh!

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When you woke up and realized you're in hell, you kind of accepted it right away.

Yes, in your past life, you were just working for someone and it wasn't really your fault the exploitation of the workers happened.

However, being a bystander and complacent to his demands without doing anything is a different side of the same coin kind of evil.

You did try, you know.

To change your fate.

Do the most illegal shit to survive.

It was fun..

At first….

Until it wasn't.

Maybe being in the corporate for years, fucked you up so much that at this moment you wished you’re just working a normal office job.

You thought that it was better than being on the street 24/7. Barely sleeping because you're afraid to wake up surrounded by actual evil denizens, or else, dead again.

So with that decision in mind, you applied as an assistant in VoxTex Enterprises since this work was closer and almost the same as your old job.

A good coincidence if you’ve asked.

Weird. But a good coincidence is a good one, so even if it was kind of sus, you shrugged it off and applied.

You’re not even fully out of the building, when someone comes out rushing, and calling your name, yelling you're hired.

You were delighted and thanked him profusely, but then, you swear you’ve heard someone yelling from the top floor and fell to death just now.

Well, just like you always do, you shrugged it off.

It was a normal day in hell, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

With that in mind, you hoppingly went home.

Finally! A job you're comfortable doing.

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On your first day, you met Papermint, the big boss’s secretary.

You were confused at first because you thought you applied for a simple assistant job. Not wanting the same mistake you did when you were still alive. Working as a secretary of a tyrant and exploiter businessman.

Yet, like always, you shrugged it off, since your work is merely the president’s secretary assistant, so it's not that bad.

And if you're lucky, and the owner is a prick, you won't see him often.

Most rich people look down on the poor, anyway.

So silently you prayed that he was the same type, who only wants to meet his secretary and no one else.

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There are moments in your life wherein you wish the floor opens up and swallows you whole.

At the moment, you wished that a miracle happened and the floor did just that.

It seems like your luck must have run out since you came from hell because right now, in front of you, was your old boss, who died from a freak accident when a jumbotron fell on him while he was hosting an event.

Fuck.

His look may have been different but the vibe and aura was still the same old him. Sporting an LED screen as a head this time, but still wearing the same pattern of tux and same exploiter grin he had when he was still alive.

“Don't you think it must have been fate? Imagine that there's a lot of rings in hell you can be thrown into but somehow you fell in the same place I was put in.” He grinned, elbows placed atop of his table, hands intertwined together, as his head rested above it.

He looks happy, glad even, that he was able to meet someone he knows. His old secretary nonetheless. How lucky an old boss could be.

The urge to punch him straight on his screened face was strong but you were able to put up that “always professional” smile.

“A good coincidence, I may say.” You agreed, although, in gritted teeth.

It was obvious that he sensed your dissatisfaction in your situation and you watched him guffaw at your probably constipated look.

Papermint looked between you and Vox, but mostly at you, confused and kind of scared. And you don't blame him.

You made a mental note to clear up the misunderstanding and to assure him that you don't plan on taking away his job later. He can marry his position and you care less about it.

You just needed a safe job.

Now, you realized why the offer seems too good to be true. A free apartment, a good bonus, even better than what you have when you're alive.

For the first time in your life, you prayed, but it was filled with curses so you're not sure if heaven approved of it.

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You were convinced that Vox made sure to make Papermint so busy that he had no choice but to force you to stand in for him.

The way he looks so dissatisfied whenever his secretary came back done and perfected whatever he asked. He was so mad that he ordered the poor secretary to monitor a new technology that wasn't even thought about yet. Announcing it live on television even. You swore you heard him crying before the door from his office was closed.

The event he wants you to attend with him is Val’s new bar opening. This guy knows you don't drink. He must have had something in mind to force you to come in with him.

At this point, you’re already aware of his relationship with Valentino and Velvette. They're in polyamory relationships, in both personal and in business.

You just rolled your eyes at it. Knowing him in real life, you're not that surprised. The only reason why he was stopping himself to do it in the mortal realm was his fear of ruining his image. Being gay and in a relationship with more than one partner was frowned upon, no matter how powerful you were. So him living his dream here in hell, is probably a dream come true.

Standing in the corner, you looked around and watched the bunch of people doing the most heinous and lustful act that will get you canceled. If you can gouge your eyes out and put holy water on it, you would have done it. Just to clean them and at least, keep the little innocence you still have.

As if sensing eyes boring on you, you looked for it and on your right, you stared at Vox and Valentino, who were both staring at you. Val was whispering something in Vox’s ear. A mischievous grin was plastered on his face, and your boss nodded in whatever that was. Val then picked up a glass of, probably alcohol with pink hue and glittery swirls, and handed it to Vox.

Vox, whose eyes were already on you, nodded, a silent order for you to come closer.

With a deep sigh, you trudged your way towards him. If you have a choice, you’ll be out of this place. This wasn't your scene and you thought, Vox feels the same too. Yes, he drinks often but you were sure that he barely visits bars, unless Val was there, or he misses Val’s touch.

You stepped back when Vox handed you the glass, with the weird looking alcohol inside. You grimaced at it, now that it was closer for you to see, it looks so suspicious.

“I’m sorry, I don't drink.” Gulping, you denied the offer. You said to yourself that you’ll deal with the consequences of your denial after.

Sensing Vox moving closer to you, you flinched and closed your eyes, waiting for a slap or a punch from denying him. However, instead, you felt his hot breath on your ear as he whispered, the smell of bourbon and his perfume mixed with the sickly sweet smell in the air.

“I know you don't but Val wants you too. I don't want to handle one of his tantrums right now. I had a long day, so please, just drink this. Just a glass to keep him satisfied. He doesn't like seeing someone sober in his bar. A bad reputation for him.” He begged, although on gritted teeth.

Unsure, you looked behind him, and even when his eyes were covered by sunglasses, you squeaked in the mixture of surprise and fear when you caught Val looking at you. He is expecting you to drink whatever he gave Vox and he obviously is not expecting you to say no.

Damn...for once..you kind of agree with Vox. No one wants to deal with Val’s tantrums. It was way worse than Vox’s and Velvette. At least those two were reasonable. Val is just evil. Period.

With no choice left, you pick up the glass out of Vox’s hand, raise it for Val to see and mouthed congratulations, before drinking it straight up, no stopping.

Whatever that drink was, it was weird. It has no taste but it feels awfully cold as it goes down your throat, then, once it settles down in your stomach, it turns warm, almost bothersome. Slowly, you felt something slithering in your veins. It was so subtle, but for someone who's already tuned in to whatever was in their body, you felt the way it moved.

Valentino’s grin only widens, before he turns his attention back to the harem he has on his shoulders and lap. Completely ignoring your descent to madness in whatever you drank just now.

Feeling unwell, you excused yourself and rushed to the nearby restroom.

When you got in there, the line was so long, some girls and ladies were even standing in line. And you felt bad asking to use the room first, you’d rather vomit and ruin on the marble floor.

Your mind is already on haywire, scared that you’ll do something you will regret when you realize that you have in your purse Vox’s VIP room’s keycard in this bar. He wouldn't mind if you use his restroom for a bit right?

With no choice left, and with dwindling dignity about your situation, you rushed over to where his room was. You don't even remember how you got in there, but you collapsed on the tiled floor, and vomited everything you had that day.

Face covering the whole toilet seat, you clutched the rim for support.

It was odd.

No matter how much you puke, it seems like the heat coursing inside you worsens. In fact, when you vomited, the heat in your stomach tightened its hold on you.

It feels like whatever you digested was heightened when removed from someone’s system.

You were sweating. Eyes unfocused as you drink the water from the faucet. Not caring if it was clean or whatever. You just want the heat inside you gone. It is uncomfortable, borderline painful.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror and seeing your disheveled appearance, you concluded that Valentino drugged you.

That piece of shit!

You screamed bloody murder as you released the frustration. Normally, you can handle it, and forget it right after work, but with your situation, you could barely think.

You wanted to hurt someone. Punch somebody. Bite a person’s limb. God! Whatever you could do to feel better.

Removing your pumps from your feet, unbuttoning your shirt, zipping out your skirt and throwing them all on the side. You sighed a bit in relief when you’re all in your underwear. The heavy feeling of your corporate attire removed from your being.

Looking around, you find the room’s shower, and it was one of those rich people showers, where the water comes from all sides. Thinking it would be a good idea to get rid of this heat permanently by having a cold shower, you stepped in, removed your remaining clothing, and completely forgot that this wasn't your room.

You sighed with relief when the cold water cascaded all over your body. It was so welcoming and it helps with clearing up the fog in your mind that came from whatever drug Val put in your drink.

You thought the hell was already over until you felt warmth pooling in your core. Your middle vibrates with want and need.

Of course. He will not drug you with just any normal drugs. With his history, using a love drug is probably common. You screamed in annoyance and thanked the cascading water for drowning the sound of your pain. The more you try to not focus on the feeling, the more it tugs in your middle, and you want nothing but to end it.

You already weighed your option. It is most unlikely that Vox will stay here tonight. He seems busy with his networking with some rich folks and you probably don't need a lot of time to get off. Just a bit of time to release the knot and feel better.

You slowly put your hand on your center, and shuddered at the feel of your fingers when it brushed your clit. It was already engorged and sensitive. Whatever that substance, it was potent and strong. The result was fast and effective.

Using your left arm, you bite your hand, trying to stop your moans, as you slowly play with your folds, circling on your bud, making sure your fingers are wet enough before putting them inside of you. You shuddered when you felt your core, squeezing your fore and middle finger as you slowly pumped it, in and out of you.

You sighed in relief when it reached the part you’re most sensitive and responsive to.

A moaning mess, you closed your eyes from the heavenly feeling, you made sure to pump your fingers faster, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, and barely keeping it in as your legs shake from want and anticipation of your impending orgasm.

It was all fun until you heard a static voice, moaning, and ordering you to move your fingers faster. Calling you a good girl. And almost like a whisper begging you to bend more so he can see you clearer.

You may be horny but whatever that was made you stop, and you immediately whip your head back from the direction of that voice, and from what you’ve seen, all color left your body.

The whole room is transparent. In fact, the walls were made of clear glass. You have sworn that when you entered, it didn't look this way.

Panic sinked in, you instantly cover your boobs, using both of your arms. Leaving your core, free, and all for him to see.

You heard him tsk in annoyance. He grunted in disapproval and removed his hand from stroking his dick. He is naked, all of his clothes were thrown to the side. He was sitting on his bed, and a remote was near his hand.

You concluded that whatever happened to you must have been a set up.

“You monster!” You yelled and accused him, you tried to step back and move away from his eyes, but you just watched him follow your movement and smile whenever your boobs jiggle when you move.

What a fucking pervert!

“You set me up!” You tried to look around but there is no towel in sight to cover yourself. It was as if the place was barren. So you sat down, and you saw how his face turned crestfallen when he was denied a free view of your pussy.

“You fucking psycho! What do you think you're doing to your own employee, you sick fuck!” You continued yelling profanities at him and you just watched him sniff in disapproval, and shake his head.

“I did not. In fact, I didn't know that whatever Val gave you was laced in drugs.” He came clean, raising his hands in surrender.

Although, you don't want to agree with him. Vox is not the type to use drugs as underhanded tactics. He loves his reputation way too much to be doing something so low. It must have been Val.

“He must have been jealous of you.” He admitted after some thought, and you shuddered in fear when you realized how scary being the subject of Val’s ire.

“I am only your secretary’s assistant!”

“Doesn’t matter. Once he sets his eye on you, he will do something about you.” He looked bored as he put his hands on the side, and relaxed a bit. His upright dick wobbled at the slight movement of him, the tip was still red and swollen from not having its release.

You didn't realize that your eyes were glued on it, until you heard Vox chuckling in amusement, and your eyes instantly went back up to his.

“What exactly did I do to get his attention?” You asked, confused and scared.

“I’m not sure. He isn't the pickiest demon I know, you know.” He replied with a purr. You don't even have to look down to see that his hand already went back on stroking his dick. Your blatant stare turned him on again.

“Come on, sweetheart! Let me help you out.” The moment he stood up, even though you're sitting on the tiled floor, you did your best to move back away, without losing sight of him.

He is grinning. And you know well enough that he enjoys whatever it was you're doing to keep him away from you.

The moment he was in front of the glass door of the shower, you stood up and boxed up. You don't care anymore if your boobs are hanging out. Your swollen folds cold from the air.

No. Actually, it wasn't. The feeling of painful heat was back again, and your core involuntarily squeezed nothing from anticipation.

Seeing the naked Vox in front of you, the feeling worsens, as if it is clawing out of you to be released.

“Knowing Val’s moods. He probably gave you something strong.” He explained.

“Let me eat you out.” He followed, looking like he was salivating.

“Are you insane? Did having that LED screen head make you stupid? No! I will not have sex with you.” Trying your best to insult him away, you cursed at him, yelled at him, even spit at his feet. But all his focus was only on you. Like a predator, already locked in on his prey.

You tried to fight it, you really do, but when you felt something dripping down your legs, wetness was visible in your core. You know you already lost.

You didn't even fight back, when Vox stepped forward, and cupped your breasts. His hand is molding in the shape of your mound, as he massages and plays with your nipples. He tugged at it, and he shuddered at the sound of your moan.

He is enjoying it, and you can feel how his manhood is poking on your hips.

“Alright, sweetheart. This is what’s going to happen.” He suddenly let go of your breast, his hand cupped your face and forced you to look up at him. You felt your eyes water, and at this point, the fog in your head is back. Your mind is blank, body working on instinct.

“I will eat you out, fuck whatever drugs was in your system, and you’ll stay quiet about this incident, okay?” Your body seems to be moving on autopilot as you nodded, not really understanding what he said. Realizing that you're already lost in the sedative in your system, Vox cursed at Val for whatever he did tonight.

You let Vox carry you like a princess to the bed, you even circled your hands around his, looking at him like he is the most wonderful thing you ever saw in hell. You stretch the moment your back hits the satin sheet and relinquish the cold feeling of the fabric on your skin.

Not giving you time to move away, Vox set himself between your legs, head already in your core and mouthing your folds like it was his.

Your moan echoed in the room. You shivered at the feel of his mouth, and cried when his tongue finally graced your walls. It was long, and weird. You know he is a demon, but having this tongue on you right now is the evilest thing he ever did in his time in hell.

His grip on your leg tightened, when he felt you shimmying away from his face. You felt the familiar tug in you and cried out when your orgasm hit you like whiplash. You felt how his moan vibrated in your insides and rode his face until the feeling of your end made you feel like a jell-o.

It was only a brief moment of relief, you closed your eyes, still high from your orgasm, when you felt him crawling above you, and kissed your cheeks with affection, you thought he was incapable of.

Opening your eyes, you gave him a toothy grin, and put your arms around his neck.

You felt him cupping your core for a moment, and holding his dick in front of your entrance, before dipping in and your back was raised from euphoria.

He was relentless as he moved. It was primal, as if, for someone who could have sex with anyone, he seems like he doesn't know what he is doing and only moves by pure instinct.

You were too out of it, when you placed your hand on his cheek, and kissed his lips softly. He was staring at the way he hides inside of you. How he fits perfectly. Fascinated on how you accepted him right away for someone who was so adamant on saying no.

“Don't neglect me.” You begged, with a pout. As you pulled his face to come look at you.

His assault stopped for a moment. He was just staring at you, eyes wide, and mouth agape. Until, something flashed on those pupils and he moved his face closer to you.

“I do not care if it was only the drugs talking but after this, don't expect that you’ll be back on your normal life in hell. You are now mine. Everything about you is mine. Mine to protect, mine to take care of, and mine to destroy. No matter how much you begged for me to leave you alone, I won't do that. You already sold yourself to me. And this may be the reason why out of all the people I know of it was you who found me again.” His eyes were intense and voiced laced with dark promise.

“Alright. I am yours, Vox.” Not really understanding what he said, you responded.

That night, everything was a blur. You don't remember how many times he bent you over, how much you soiled the sheets, or how many times you marked each other like there is no tomorrow.

It was wild, uncaring and fast. You’re probably going to regret it the moment you’re back to yourself and realize the damage you have done.

But tonight, you cannot deny that you enjoyed the attention. His attention.

#eydi andrius #fic: corporate hell #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #hazbin hotel fic #vox x reader #vox x y/n #vox x you #hazbin hotel

[adirtylittleheart]

HELLO...welcome to my page... I am new to tumblr and I'm so excited because I think I finally found my tribe. I've been watching the triplets for about two years but I've been in the background because on TT we have the self-appointed police patrolling(though I still watch edits - love some of them so if you want me to follow you let me know), Reddit have the complainers, and IG well...I gave up at that point trying to find my tribe), but I think I found my home here.

A little about me: I'm Everlee, 21, and a water sign. I enjoy fitness and working out, having a laugh, and finding a balance in life. I love the Sturniolo Triplets, music, writing, and animals. I have a new profession that I love, but it leaves me with little time so, please tag me in your posts - I love reading and seeing pics and edits and it helps me out. Don't be shy...please TAG ME :) Also please feel free to message me, I love talking about the triplets and everything else in life. Random Facts: - I am a beach baby - I love to cook - I have lived in three different countries. - I'm an INFJ - I discovered the triplets when I was going through the worst time in my life. I was looking after my grandmother who had cancer and it almost destroyed me. She meant everything to me and I was a mess. I was scrolling through TT and I heard a laugh that I will never forget and I found myself smiling for the first time in the longest time. That laugh had me smiling again, a calm washed over me and a weight had been lifted. It was Chris' laugh. I also saw the person behind the laugh...OMG! And then there were three of them, lol. Hands down the sexiest man to ever exist. Sex of fucking legs. From that day I started watching them and they have helped me through a lot. My page, my rules: *I DO write adult material (smut/erotica/explicit, etc) *I DO NOT write about the weirder kinks (I think most will get my drift or do I have to be specific?) Let me know. *I DO NOT accept hate. At all. Of any kind. *I DO kindness. I love and respect all, so please be kind. No one knows what someone else is going through and the kindest word could make someone's day but rudeness could break someone. It's free. However, I will absolutely stand up for myself or someone if need be. Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable reading anything sexual, please move on. You are not obligated to read anything on my page. These are just writings/stories. It is the only account I will publish fanfics on. Please do not copy or steal. I get there are thousands of stories and some will seem similar but there is a difference between similar and same. I also write for fun, nothing more, nothing less. They aren't going to be perfect. Some will be short, some long, some one shots, some longer. I am an adult with adult responsibilities. I have a job, a house and pets that I take care of so I don't have a whole lot of time, but I try and write as much as I can and will try and post as often as I can. I will read anything I'm tagged in - it may not be at that very second but I will read it. Final notes: _ If I have forgotten anything, please let me know (I don't bite...well...not in this case...Chris tho, hell yes I'll bite him!) _ Message me! _ Don't take life too seriously. Take that leap. Love the people you love and care about with all your being. I think that's all, lol. Love ya's!!

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic

[elbiotipo]

Question: he would the hair in cat ears work for catgirls? do they get the same hair covering the ears as the rest of the head or would it be shorter for the ears only? if a catgirl has long curly hair, is the hair covering the ears also long and curly?

I would have to research that, but given I have a research subject next to me (my cat) cats do seem to have shorter hair in their ears by default, which makes sense because ears are well, ears, and they need to be mobile and clear of obstructions.

You can see here that this cat (not mine, he went away as I was writing this) has medium-length fur but the hairs covering the ears are rather short. It makes sense it would be the same for catgirls.

Now, does this mean that cat-people hair would be the same as their fur? Do notice that cat fur has a very different length and texture from human hair in that human hair doesn't have that layered thing that makes most mammal fur, individual hairs are also much longer. Furthermore, humans are WEIRD, just plain WEIRD in our hair distribution. No other mammals are like us, there are certainly hairless mammals, for sure, but the human distribution of hair is very much unlike other primates, with our hairy heads, stomach/pubic areas, beard and armpits, while those are usually bald in other primates. There is still considerable debate on the evolution of hairlesness in humans, from endothermic regulation (better sweating) to sexual selection (which might explain the persistance of, well, hair and body hair instead of complete hairlessness). What's interesting is that genes for a full fur (hair, I guess) coat in humans are still there, just disabled into vellus hairs which are a lot less prominent. If you want more on the subject, I warn you, it's a deep dive, but you can start in Wikipedia.

BACK TO CATS THOUGH, something that people often forget is that whiskers are indeed another kind of fur, but not only that, they are active sensory organs that take a big part of brains in many mammals. One we also lack. Humans are strange. But while cats can live without whiskers, it's still something very important to them. So I think that is something we forget about felines and feline characters.

It would also be a real interesting thing if cat-people had different hair, as in the thing in top of our heads (which seems to have evolved to protect our stupid big brains from the sun) similar to cat fur. Perhaps a catgirl would look pretty much human, but from touching the hair, seeing her eyes, perhaps even whiskers, you would see different stuff (assuming a fantasy or such setting). Given our genetics, it's not exactly implausible to have people whose fur just sticks to their hair and tail. It's just, well, I really need to make a post on this sort of stuff one day.

For a VERY fun deep dive into cat coat and eye genetics, I found this site full of deep explanations and charts about cat genetics. Including HYPOTHETICAL cat coats:

Honestly, don't miss it if you're doing cat-like characters. This is way more fun that just sticking ears and a tail and be done with it. Put the cat in catgirls again, that's what I say.

#worldbuilding #nekomimi #catgirls #cats #again I would like to thank Argentina's public university system for allowing me to get a degree so I can talk about catgirl genetics

[bloodyymaryyy]

Gossip girl xoxo

Part 4

Part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / masterlist

Warnings : mention of underage drinking but other than that don't know

((Side note : apparently you guys like the series so what you want you take my beautiful people! I love you guys! Anyway I saw what happened with lando and I had to make that in here! Also something is coming soon I don't know if you will like it but I will enjoy writing so 🤷‍♀️))

Texts with lando

You : hi lan!

Landinio : hey!

You: I heard that you are going to the boat party tomorrow with Martin

Landinio : yeah I am what's up?

You : well I got invited for some reason too and wanted to know if you will go with martin or you could carpool with me! I have the lambo here!

Landinio : OH SHIT! I am texting with will rn to cancel on him! There is no way I am missing the lambo ride with you!

You: okay sweet just text me when are you meeting and here you are staying at to come get you because I am out rn. Ttyl x!

Landinio : oh 😏 with who?

You : none of your bizz bye!

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Texts between martin and lando

Lando : hey martin sorry to cancel last minute but y/n is coming and she has her lambo here and I won't find another chance to rice that thing so... Sorry again!

Will : oh it's nothing I understand I would too!

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After picking up lando from his hotel we headed out towards the boat taking empty wide roads to really drive the thing, drifting and doing a few donuts in an empty parking lot just for the thrill of it but making sure to actually arrive in the boat party you both got out of the car talking and laughing entering and finding Martin by the dj booth.

Greetings were exchanged talking and laughing until the second round of drinks that started to kick in hopping around, dancing and sings to the rhythm being surrounded by the Dutch men.

You two weren't fazed by the phones recording your every move because you were having fun and a little tipsy, not that you would admit it both to anyone that in fact you were drunk continuing with the drinks and having fun and just as you were getting drinks you got elbowed in the face not really hard but enough to cause a little mountain the next hour not really noticeable.

Lando in the other hand just as you were nearing him again was hit or something because his nose was bleeding you drank both of them quickly and ran up to him while near you can see the bloody roll down in this lips and teeth he smiled at you teeth bloody, you started to laugh at the situation. Someone had a first aid kit and you cleaned the wound putting a plaster on the cut and a bandage wrapped around his head loosely because you were drunk it was going to be messy.

When you finished you started to laugh again at his stupid look he looked like a mummy but who cares? You two didn't nor did the men around you so you both continued dancing, bouncing, shouting lyrics and drinking again. You weren't piss drunk you could think and walk straight and so was lando, playing some songs with martin lando djing for a bit so will could take a break, talking to you laughing and gossiping about news lately and having fun and creating the mood for the actual club that Will, Lando and you will be going to after the pre party in the boat. You were sure you will regret going to another club but current you don't care about it, future you maybe.

You weren't a light weight by any means, starting drinking from a young age and in your teenage years going out drinking almost everyday drinking made it hard for you to get drunk so you were good by half of the actual party in the club but you wouldn't say lando was the same...

Cutting your night in the what you seen fit as to lando wouldn't start throwing up but you could see he was ready to do anyway calling a taxi and telling him the directions of your hotel so you won't drive while drunk.

Taking him by his bicep and wrapping one hand around his shoulder and the other in his arm you payed for the drinks you ordered and left, waiting for the taxi to arrive he was talking to you, whispered things, making sentences up that made no sense, talking gibberish almost falling in his face while you were laughing and loose the grip around him and quickly regaining strength keeping his upright the taxi finally arrived.

Getting him inside and going arout the car so you could take care of him he laid his head in your lap while you slowly and softly graced your hand through his brown curls and stroking his cheek softly while he closed his eyes smiled and opening one eye to look up at you periodically while you made small conversations with the driver which was a fan of the sport and you learned his daughter's favourite driver was you from a young age looking up at you and asking for a photo with you, he wanted a photo with lando but he was asleep so you decided against it, when you arrived you took his phone got a selfie with him and one alone from a high angle so he was visible but not his face just his hat and hoodie that he got out with, you paid the driver and slowly got out of the car and went around the car again opening the door taking his hand waking him up a little so he can get out but he feel asleep again on you as you closed the door.

You again wrapped a hand around him and holding his other firmly you opened the hotel door and getting inside the building, the receptionist was eyeing you but you didn't care you were determined to get him safe and tugged in, heading in the elevator you waited for the doors to close and pressing the button of your level.looking at the mirror you see on your dress a bit of blood from lando's nose you looked a bit disheveled with your eye sparkly eyeshadow somehow under your eye, the lipstick long gone now in its place your lip pencil a bit smeared around the corners of your mouth, in your forehead a little knob and in lando having his head buried in your neck seamingly asleep by his slow rhythmed breathing that was hitting your neck practically hugging you, the elevator pinged letting you know that you got to your floor you started trying to wake him up to stop hugging you but he didn't budged you decide to just carry him to your door which was easier taking out your card key which luckily you took out of your wallet in the taxi and opened the door.

Upon entering you left him to the bed trying once again to gently wake him up so he could change, you left the club at 4 :30 and now you read the clock it said 5 : 30 so you did all of this in an hour and in heels... He is gonna pay fro this but for now you laid a hoodie that you had oversized and long shorts again oversized that you knew that would fit you took your pj's and headed to the bathroom, you washed your face to get rid of the make up and changed out of the dress and heels.

Going again the the bed you saw lando's clothes messily tossed around the side of the bed he was occupying and in your clothes, the hoodie was one of your merch with a red bull logo in the back and you are not gonna tell that to him, wanting him to walk out with it, he was lying in your bed the covers covering most of him but his back and head out you took a picture and tugged him in and walking to your side of the bed pulling up the covers and getting in falling asleep almost instantly, felling a pair of hands wrapping around you and a head to your neck going closer to lando cuddling up on you and falling asleep peacefully

🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️

Waking up in the morning was a struggle, you wouldn't say it was really a morning but evening waking up at 1pm by calls on your phone. Lando still asleep but starting to stir awake too by the annoying ringing of your phone you took your phone from the night stand you answered the phone without looking who it was

It was max

( the convo went like this)

Red : max / pink : y/n

Y/n? Why aren't you answering my calls? I have been calling you non stop from the morning where are you?

Max lower your voice... I have been sleeping what do you want? I am in my hotel room rn sleeping

Why are you still sleeping? What time did you leave the club last night?

4:30

Why? How did you get to the hotel?

Omg max can you interrogate me later? Let me sleep man...( a raspy voice could be heard in the background : stop talkinggg and then a sigh) shut up. Anyway I will call you back lat-

No! No don't fucking hang up! Are you with someone I heard a man! Who is he?!

Omg max! It's lando what do you want? I will talk to you later good bye!

I said and hand up the call not waiting for max to reply and rolled over now cuddling lando and falling asleep again for a few minutes then waking up by lando leaving the bed.

After he got a shower he came back and by then I dressed up to get food because I was starving waiting for lando you go together. We did you got a few pictures with fan and got food.

After that you called max and explained everything at some point max came with us to a few stored and hung out together and took max's plane and went to Monaco each to their own homes.

That's it thank you! ( not the end of the series tho)

#x reader #f1 x reader #drive to survive x reader #marriswriting #max verstappen x reader #my writing #max verstappen x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris #Lando's nose #mary's blog #bloodyymaryyy #send asks #i don't know what tags to use #i dont know #send help #x reader fanfiction #Fluff #lando x reader #lando norris x y/n #gossip girl #Just passing time cause I have read all of them #help #lando norris x you #red bull racing #mclaren #f1 x driver!reader #fake tweets #fake texts

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff!

Characterization Through Quotes

My prompt is, “A quote about their best friend.”

Your prompt is, "A quote about punishment."

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Izjik: "Sepo is a know-it-all, bad tempered, surly son of a bitch who never learned even the slightest bit of manners. And I wouldn't have him any other way. There's no one better to have in your corner, fighting tooth and nail beside you. And there's no one better to sit with after the fight's over when your heart starts aching."

Sepo: "As a boy, I'd have been appalled by the idea of befriending a halawemavar, much less even speaking to one. But I have never met a stronger or more caring person than Izjik. I know with a certainty that I would be dead many times over without her. I have never loved anyone like that since my brother passed, and I doubt I ever will again."

Twenari: "I couldn't say which of my friends is my favorite, however, I guess Djek is the closest to me in age. I love Izjik and Sepo, don't get me wrong, but neither of them is going to sneak me into a party. Djek always does his best to make sure I have fun and actually get to act like a kid."

Djek: "I love that funky, little sorcerer kid! She's hilarious and she doesn't even know it. I don't remember my siblings all that well, but I think having Twenari around is pretty close to what having a little sister is like."

Astra: "I ain't had a friend in such a long time, I almost get surprised when I look over and see Mashal sittin' in my vardo. He makes me wanna be a better person, not just a better mage."

Mashal: "Astra has been beyond kind to me since I woke up. Even if I don't remember any of my other friends, I'm sure I was lucky to meet her. I... I just hope we can stay friends, no matter how I might feel deep down."

Ivander: "Oh, I suppose my answer would have to be Ceyrel. I've always called her just a work friend, but she shows up to make dinner for me when I'm not feeling well, and she always laughs at the stories I save for her. She means more to me than she knows. It's probably for the best to keep it that way."

Elsind: "I have a lot of friends! Which is a little surprising, to be honest. Mael always tells the best jokes and Indre might act tough, but she always takes the time to make sure I'm doing ok. Everyone at the SLP has been nothing but kind to me. They push me to be better than I am."

Avymere: "My line of work doesn't leave time for many friends. Casual alliances, yes, but an Archduchon can afford no true companions. Either they become a weakness to be exploited or a means by which traitors can slither close. I keep myself above such bonds because that is what's best for my city. Any longing I feel is not a factor in that decision."

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I'll tag @patrickrennie @persnickety-peahen @diabolical-blue @elsie-writes and anyone else who wants to give it a whirl :)

#writing #writerscommunity #writblr #my ocs #character quotes

[carlyraejepsans]

Do you enjoy underfell? I thought you disliked aus /genq

i don't dislike the concept of AUs itself, I'm just not a fan of like... the subculture that spawned around them in the UT fandom specifically and how it eventually took over almost all canon content (especially when it limits itself to the bros)

i like aus visually! i am an artist at heart after all. it's just that, if I'm going to care about them as stories and not just fun design ideas, my bar is uhh almost impossibly high the further you move from canon lolol.

#uf being one of those! the story is centered on certain characters (mainly asgore) behaving very ooc #so as a stickler for canon I don't have much interest in it #but there is a very clear visual idea and motif in the redesigns that ties every character together very efficiently #and also fucks like a rabid rhino #so i can appreciate its visual/aesthetic aspects instead #i mean you can't understate the impact that good *artists* specifically had on the proliferation of aus back in the day #good writing is almost inseverable from good characterization because dialogues and characterization ARE an integral part #of what makes writing good. while good art (as much as it too is tied to its own conventions) is free-er from the bounds of accuracy #as was as being easier & faster to consume. writing has to be read first. you can just look at a piece of art and go ''wow that looks sick'' #without thinking about logical details/accuracy #you can show a pic of sans to an artist who's never touched the game and they might draw you the most gorgeous piece of art you've ever seen #it's significantly harder to do for writing #swap aus are a fun design challenge to see how you'd incorporate different aspects of some characters visual signatures into another #it's a game of translation of sorts. but if you want to treat it like a story well... the matter becomes a lot more complicated #answered asks #au tag

[bumblingbabooshka]

Do you think Kes' ability to pick up on things so quickly is linked to her being an Ocampa? Like, since she's 2~ years old in canon (and has distinct memories of her father) I imagine her species doesn't spend much time as children and I wouldn't imagine they'd have formal schools (like entire buildings for schooling) and would instead learn from like, primarily parents or other elders. In that case learning things very quickly would be extremely beneficial for their survival. Kes: Oh yes, childhood...what a lovely few days~ Kes was a baby like for a day and then the next day she was up and ready to learn. Kes meets Naomi and every day that passes she becomes more and more amazed that she's still a baby. Wow! It's been like two months and she still can't do anything?? The doctor told her it was normal but wow. What I'm saying is they should have had Kes as a jack-of-all-trades character who could slide into pretty much any of the teams on Voyager. The Doc misses her when she's not in sickbay though!

#Kes: Doctor I'm sorry this is just the sort of wisdom you have when you get older v_v #Doctor: You're only 2 years old. / Kes: You're 'only' a few months old. #Can you imagine Kes learning that Tuvok's like a hundred? That'd be like someone saying they're over a million years old in Human aging #I'd imagine even Janeway's 40~ years is like a hundred to her #Kes gives Samantha Wildman a very difficult biology book and is like 'for When Naomi's.....(trying to guess)....4?' #'Kes is a child because she's 2 years old' boo - engage with the unused horror and hilarity of a humanoid species that is fully matured #before they are a year old. #I just think Kes is a very interesting character who had a lot of WASTED potential (like seriously she was SO squandered) and I wish she #wasn't only mentioned to like dunk on Neelix - she's a fun character in her own right even if the writers don't think so!! #Kes #st voyager #I wish Kes had stayed so we could see the makeup department try to make her look old or the writing team bullshit ways to keep her young #It would also have been emotionally devastating to see her die of old age (in the version of Voyager where she bonded with the crew and had #more episodes devoted to her personality etc etc) #Doc: What're you learning today?? / Kes: Lieutenant Torres is teaching me rocket science :)

[sysig]

Last man standing (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #It's lonely at the top :( #Poor dearest is worse for wear ah </3 #This scene made me cry ;; #Like it was sad when he wrote down his missing canonmates but going back in and writing everyone else's names ;;;; #Even his shaky alliances! Even the people he hasn't seen for a while!! Wehhh <3 <3 <3 #You soft heart ;; I see you Admiral ♥ #Also had a lot of fun writing in VUK ZIX again hehe ♪ #The translations from VUK ZIX to English aren't exact - for starters they're upside down haha #So if you started from the top down it would actually read KINLEZ NATPAK but I figured that wouldn't be as readable #You read from the bottom up! I also still headcanon it being written/read from left to right #So he started with Zelnick then Fwiffo then Tanaka and so on #Although I did change it up for the second one - Teisel then Xelloss then Xigbar then Asch and Van #The more I think of it the more I'm surprised there's no H :0 #Even just as a demarcation of a pause before during or after a syllable #The ''sh'' sound makes complete sense tho hehe <3 #Any incorrect shaping of letters/poor handwriting on my part can totally be chalked up to ZEX not being used to human hands! #Totallyyy lol #I really like the way specific syllables are shaped - like how Teisel and Zelnick almost share the same shaped between ''SEL'' and ''ZEL'' #How Z is a more connected extension of S just agh it's so pretty <3 <3 Eco_Mono really did such a lovely job with it ♪ #And then certain ''incorrectly'' spelled syllables still turned out so pretty! Like the ''ANA'' in Talana - look how swoopy and continuous! #The ''BAR'' in Xigbar looks really cool - honestly reminds me of the fanweapons I made ages ago for I? think? Xigbar's apprentice?? #It's been too long I don't remember now lol but it's cool to me in particular because of that!! :D #Fwiffo looks so funny haha - Tanaka has a cool star-like kind of letter in his name?? Man it's just so neat <3 #As for ZEX - I mean he made it this far :( Not one to give up easily that's for certain ♥ Tenacious #I want him to be happy :'0

[fragmentedblade]

Boothill's presentation being entirely on the twitter post makes me think he will be irrelevant in the story in the long(ish) run, and that the game itself won't dwell on him almost at all

#Kinda like Argenti but Argenti seemed to be part of a larger lore and worldbuilding #Boothill doesn't even give me that vibe #Cool design though. I do love revenge stories and western films so... #*sighs* I guess I may consider him if he's fun to play with and the story is interesting. I hope he takes Aventurine out of the grave #(Or do I? Emotionally I do. Rationally I think I may lean more towards 'keep Aventurine dead' tbh) #Imagine if his revenge is against the IPC in general and Aventurine in particular but when he gets there Aventurine is already dead #The enormous fail that would be hahaha #Automaton cowboy is such a good design though I would have liked it more had they taken the automaton way enhancing the clockwork thing #instead of the cyborg one with the futuristic air. What can I say I do love automatons and clockwork #and to me they're far superior aesthetically than cyborgs. Not into cyborgs and robots at all. Sorry Screwllum. Herta most beloved design #I wonder if his gameplay will revolve around some killing himself mechanic #I don't know what to say I do love those things gameplaywise. I love the risk they add and how they make one strategise a little more #Even beyond the story and the lore‚ Blade is still my fave character to use. So fun so flexible and ironically so reliable despite the risk #Abfksndk rambling #I am thinking of Aventurine and I'm thinking of Fu Xuan. I think I'll skip Robin unless they go dark-dark with her #but I'm still considering Sunday if they make him shady. I was looking forwards to Firefly but I've disliked her writing a lot #so for now she's a big skip. I wouldn't mind getting Topaz given I love the FUA mechanics and the SU #but I like other characters more and I don't like her design at all so I'll skip her too #Couldn't care less about IL (I have him in an alt account and I don't like him at all) so that's a big skip too #I like Screwllum but not enough for now. Hmmm I guess I could get one shielder since I do love them as characters #and then save until one character really convinces me. Boothill‚ Robin‚ Sunday hmmm I hope Sunday is shady and grey #I wonder if they'll bring Huaiyan. I would give a leg for Huaiyan. Yeah I've not moved on from the Xianzhou I love that place #and I adore Huaiyan and the Zhuming. I so hope we'll get to see that ship #I talk too much

[lheautontimoroumenos]

more thoughts on jackie,shauna .

oooh now you're asking for trouble anon. this is kinda wide so i'll swing wide (this starts and end with codependency though) and go with no plan. if you want something specific pls send another ask.

so. jackie. shauna. or rather jackieshauna. no space between them right? (that's probably the only thing that makes me accept this as the ship name instead of shaunackie).

(i have to put a read more because this is long as fuck believe me)

we know shauna and jackie have been friends for years, probably since they got into school.

we didn't get to see much about jackie's parents when she was still a kid but jackie doesn't seem to hold her mom or her dad in her heart. and yet when she's gone it seems all they can talk about is her.

they're a mirror of shauna's reaction in that they can't seem to let go. even if they probably didn't tell her they loved her, or said it but didn't show it in a way that jackie could receive it (or maybe jackie's mom was too worried about her valium problems), they have to fill the void. they have to believe she'll come back and everything will be the same. that's why her room is left untouched, that's why they make her gifts that she wouldn't even have liked when they celebrate her birthday every year with a picture from when she was 17.

and shauna can't bear to go see them, she suffers every year at jackie's birthday, first because of the guilt she still has regarding jackie's death, and then because she has to go to the taylor's house. they show her just what she's been doing this whole time.

in 101, shauna masturbates while looking at her daughter's boyfriend's picture because she's stuck in the past. in her world jackie's still alive, and in a way callie is jackie to her. because she's a part of jeff and jeff was a part of jackie (which is why shauna went after him). and in this scene, callie's boyfriend is jeff in shauna's head, even unconsciously (interesting to note that callie ends up dumping him and makes you think about what could have been).

and at the end of the episode, where her control kind of slipped because of the "journalist" looking into her past, she immediately went to read her journals. and not the end of it, when jackie's gone, but the very beginning, right after the crash. and not any part either, but the part where she shares and doubts jackie's hopeful sentiment. they have to find us right? they're gonna go get us? why haven't they found us?

so she's right back in it, really she never left. when nat dies, young nat tells her she never even left the plane, lottie says they brought "it" back with them, but there was no "it", "it" was just us. they brought themselves back, teenage them that was still happy and fine (none of them were fine).

so shauna's back in new jersey, she brought her teenage self back, and with her, teenage jackie. jackie's still here with her all the time, in her journals and her hallucinations and in jackie's parents house. because they're a single being, a unit. they're inseparable, a bit of jackie is part of shauna, she ate her, jackie kept shauna alive and now shauna's keeping jackie alive.

and if she's teenage shauna then she's fine, right? she doesn’t have a single problem. but she also feels guilty all the time. if jackie's alive and shauna's married to jeff then she's just betraying her again and again. and callie is the walking talking manifestation of that. she's both the proof that jackie's alive and dead. that she's still there all the time but gone forever. exhibit: callie in jackie's uniform. (and she falls back in her pattern of lying and hiding things in her affair with adam, that starts because of jeff in shauna's mind, the same way she slept with jeff because of jackie).

and honestly? she can make people believe she's fine as long as jackie stays in her. as long as jackie's hers really. but as soon as she's torn away from her insides, jackie becomes dangerous, she hurts and she tears something away from shauna, she takes her away from herself. when she's dating jeff she alienates shauna from herself. when she's put in front of jackie at her birthday she drops her filter, she says she doesn't even like callie (but she can't help loving her), when callie wears jackie's uniform at the party shauna's forced to open up and in spite of her efforts the façade falls.

if jackie isn't hers and hers only then shauna's falling apart. codependency at its finest and at its worst.

and it's not like jackie exempt of that either, we just get less time to see it. but shauna throws it all in her face when they fight in 110, she made her play soccer so they'd stay together, she tells her what to wear so that shauna will stay hers in a way, she assumes shauna's going to rutgers with her and that they'll be best friends forever and that nothing will ever go wrong because her life is perfect (not touching on heteronormativity here but it sure is present imo). she feels left out as soon as shauna starts hanging out with tai in the wilderness, she doesn't want anything to do with the thing that's taking shauna away from her and into the group's good graces (her butchering skills).

that's, I think, the fundamental difference in the way they deal with their codependency. shauna runs toward what's breaking it because she thinks that looking at it up close will either make it disappear or will spontaneously provide a solution to her problem (exhibit: fucking jeff, going to jackie's room at the taylor's, opening up to callie at the party). she grasps blindly at the last of what she thought was a constant in her life, she tries to keep the control and often ends up making things worse (though if holding on fails, shauna's solution is to kill and destroy so she can keep this control).

whereas jackie runs away from it. she keeps an order about things and the relationship but if it looks like it's about to blow then she's gone (exhibit: leaving the cabin after the fight, going buddy buddy with mari at the lake when she feels shauna pulling away from her, not investing herself in any "useful" activity at the camp). where shauna tries hard as she can to hold on to what is slipping away, jackie just lets it go.

they're like deers that get too close to each other and get their antlers tangled (i think there's a poem about this that i'll try to find) and caught in each other and trying to pull away just ends up killing them. it's not that they got too close for comfort, it's that they got so close, getting away from each other even for an inch or a second would kill them. they couldn't live without each other.

but they also got so close they couldn't see each other as a whole. they have to take each other at face value because it's all they can see at this point. jackie died because she couldn't live without the image she made of shauna in her head, the image of an even younger shauna that followed jackie around without a care in the world because this jackie was hers, and hers only.

and shauna is still alive, only because she carries with her an image of a teenage jackie that both forgave her (which allows her to keep carrying jackie with her) and holds her accountable (being cruel though honest justifies shauna's outburst during the fight, if jackie was mean to her then she kind of deserved it right?) which in turn absolves shauna.

they couldn't keep living together the way they were so they had to tear themselves away from each other.

yet even physically apart, there is no way to think one without feeling the other.

#yellowjackets #shauna shipman #jackie taylor #shaunajackie #jackieshauna #shauna sadecki #take the pencil and write under my name #mine #yellowjackets meta #shauna shipman character of all time #jackie too but we don't see much of her anymore so this is a lot of extrapolationg on her side #also wait going to find the antler poem #ok it took me 30 minutes of looking through my screenshots of peoms but i have it #and it's not really a poem it's from nightwood by djuna barnes #i was gonna write it here but it's a picture and not text so i'll add it to the post at the end #i had a lot of fun writing this but i don't think i can look at it anymore so you're getting the halfway organized version

[peachcitt]

normally i never make resolutions because im of the opinion that you can change your life whenever you want and technically speaking any day of the year can be the start of a new year. that being said. my past year was kind of garbage.

so! i have decided to be more keen on new years resolutions, especially making ones that will hopefully make me feel better if something i can't control affects me negatively. i actually made a huge list of resolutions, more than i put here, that all kind of boil down to trying out ways to make my life more comfortable and fulfilling for myself and the people around me.

happy new year everybody i hope this year treats us all kindly :)

#new year's resolutions #new year's resolutions 2023 #my art #peach stuff #also i know it's a scientific fact that if you write your goals down you're more likely to achieve them #have i ever written my goals down if i wasn't forced to before? no. and maybe that's why ive been so shit at reaching my goals<3 #also about the goal that's about finding a hobby that uses my hands: ive realized recently that both of my main hobbies #(reading and writing) are both very brain-heavy things to do. like those are both two things that require a lot Being Inside My Head #and you know! maybe ive realized that it's Not Good to be in my head so much! #so i want to find a more tactile hobby that won't require so much brain time and can connect me more with the physical world #also i drew this all in ms paint with my new laptop and laptop pen and maybe i just don't understand ms paint enough #but this was kind of a bitch to draw. where is the layer function. why was my laptop screen still registering my skin when i was using pen #but still i like how it looks. especially the peach and my hair. the peach just because it looks cute and peach-like #and i think this is the first time ive drawn/colored my hair since i died it this past summer so it was fun to experiment with #how to make it accurate but still cohesive with the colors i already had down #my hair is actually variations on an auburn sort of shade since its faded from a really shitty (self-done) red dye job #but the pink here is fun :) #anyway. that's all

[florenceisfalling]

like idk. i miss seeing content from s.igne (though i respect gab wholeheartedly). i miss fanart from my favorite artists. i miss older eras of j.se at times (and yes, there were older eras, the way people pretended he Never Changed is just weird). i miss old anti designs. i miss the old fic trends. i miss having a very active fandom (though i am so happy to see the new arrivals) and i miss seeing him interact with fans the way he did on tumblr back in the day. i miss the way i used to interact with some of the blogs here before i decided to fuckin,,, wage holy war and make enemies out of them (joking, but i have seen sides to some of these people that i wish i could tear out of my memory). i miss feeling confident that i could trust the good intentions of people here and even the big man himself (not god. that makes sean sound like god. you know what i mean). i miss when some of you weren't so fucking bitter which is funny because i'm the bitterest bitch alive. idk. i don't think it's bad to miss any of these things because i'm not going to be an ass and act like it's anybody's fault. i'm not going to be bothered by gab for being happy because i'm glad she is happy, and i'm not going to get bothered by sean taking a reasonable step back from this hellsite when people were cruel to him, and i'm not going to get mad at trends for changing because that is how time works. but i do miss things and i know its cringe and parasocial and perhaps even problematic but i hate having to pretend like i never have Any feelings about the past lest i break a hypothetical rule of what is the Normal level of attachment to an online community. okay. i think i'm done now.

#one of my favorite writers left because they couldn't deal anymore and one of my favorite writers turned out to have shit views and one of #my favorite writers left because of something that was partly my fault and one of my favorite writers stopped writing because of two of the #others and one of my favorite writers hurt someone i love over and over and over and one of my favorite writers left because they were the #someone i love. two of the big names hate queer folk that don't align with their ideals and half the artists left for twitter or for dead. #the man himself left because criticism always becomes cruelty and people lie to make themselves feel good. #the editors all turned their accounts private and my favorite told me on livestream that i was good and starting somewhere but then forgot #my name. and i thought maybe i was the bitter one but then i look at some of the other people who have been here so long and wonder why #they even bother anymore because they care more about complaining with everything j.ack does than anyone who actually enjoys his stuff. #and you know i poked fun at *** for a lot of things. some deserved some not. and one of them was the fact that she compared fandom #to warfare. and yes that's still silly i don't think it's a fair comparison but i do know that she wasn't fully wrong. #when you've been here for a long time and ive Been here for a long time you start to get really used to names and faces #and the change can be like waking up to a new wallpaper in your room. not a bad one just a new one. #i don't want to pretend that this fandom is just a silly little hobby for me when lets be honest i know some of yalls personal lives a #little too dearly for that. ive loved people here ive lost people here the first person who showed me this place fucking DIED and i still #lose it sometimes over the fact that he would have loved jameson so much and we couldve been closer friends had he stayed alive a few more #years. so yeah. sorry for being fucking cringy or whatever but there have been times where i've felt like im on a sinking ship watching #everybody else row away and i refuse to go. so like. cool. cool. im glad things are good again but i never really got to process the bad #things.

[fortune-maiden]

Eternally torn between Quirin’s note revealing bits about his past and the DK or cryptically begging Varian to forget about the rocks and take care of himself and be safe

#don't mind me having a moment #spinning an idea in my head and the note ultimately has little impact on it #but I’m still really curious #because both options just feel so right #before the amber incident it really looked like Quirin wanted to come clean about some things about his past #since he had dug out his old chest and all #but Quirin also wrote the note under what could very well have been his final moments #in his final moments I can’t imagine him thinking of anything but what would happen to Varian without him #so the note could very well have said things like don’t pursue the rocks. reach out to the neighbors. I love you. I’m proud of you #honestly as bitter as I am about it because it’s such a tease i don’t mind that the note burned up in season 3 #from a narrative perspective there wasn’t really anything the note could tell the audience that wasn’t shown in S2 #from a characterization perspective there is a lot they could have done with it though #as far as quirin knows he blinked and he was out #if the note was about Varian taking care of himself it doesn’t matter anymore because Quirin is back #he can say the things he thought he’d never be able to #if the note had lore information that Quirin just gave himself an out on divulging information he was sworn to secrecy on #would have been fun if quirin met edmund later and got a plot dump and some kind of release from his oath #(so what he divulged going forward would be entirely up to him without any conflicting loyalties) #anyway these are a lot of thoughts over a fic idea I may or may not write and a detail in that idea that really does not matter much #the tldr is narratively I think it’s fine that the note burned up but there were still fun things that could have been done with it #tangled the series #tts quirin

[rubberbandballqueen]

looking through my 8th grade science notebook n reflecting on that teacher's style and personality, and man, i think i might cry hahaha

#in a good way bc he was always so kind and earnest and forgiving #i think some kids thought his sincerity was cringe but *i* let myself have fun n now he's one of the teachers i most wanna be like #during study group today my classmates said they thought i'd be a good teacher someday bc of how clearly i laid out the processes #so now i'm going back to ye olde teacher thoughts bc i mean. that's gonna be real someday #n i'm finally writing down a lot of the things i realized through the years i learned from various teachers #what i liked abt their styles before i may have realized why they worked #i really don't know quite how to talk to kids in a way they understand (which is why i know i'm not gonna teach elementary school lol) #but i remember being in 8th grade n loving how clearly all the information was given to us-- it was obvious that the teacher had #written them himself just for us-- n like. this is basically my model for explaining things to kids #anyway the first thing i wrote down abt what i liked abt this teacher is 'made stories out of science n out of us as scientists' #n like. how can i not respect and admire the hell out of that as someone who love love loves story and art? #the way science and art became one... fucking immaculate dude!!! #anyway a lot of my most favorite teachers were; looking back; incredibly kind and considerate people #and i'm glad to have had the privilege of learning under them growing up #the man's not that old he's probably still teaching. i could like. add him on fb n ask to hang out at some point #bc now *i'm* curious abt how he got into teaching n how he developed his style #the worm speaks

[jadevine]

Preindustrial travel, and long explanations on why different distances are like that

Update March 1, 2024: Hey there folks, here's yet another update! I reposted Part 2a (the "medieval warhorses" tangent) to my writing blog, and I went down MORE of the horse-knowledge rabbit hole! https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/741423906984951808/my-post-got-cut-off-so-i-added-the-rest-of-it Update Jan 30, 2024: Hey folks, I've posted the updated version of this post on my blog, so I don't have to keep frantically telling everyone "hey, that's the old version of this post!" https://thebalangay.wordpress.com/2024/01/29/preindustrial-travel-times-part-1/

I should get the posts about army travel times and camp followers reformatted and posted to my blog around the end of the week, so I'll filter through my extremely tangled thread for them.

Part 2 - Preindustrial ARMY travel times: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask

Part 2a - How realistic warhorses look and act, because the myth of "all knights were mounted on huge clunky draft horses" just refuses to die: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/732043691180605440/helpful-things-for-action-writers-to-remember

Part 3 - Additional note about camp followers being regular workers AND sex-workers: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/740604203134828544/reblogging-the-time-looped-version-of-my

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I saw a post on my main blog about how hiking groups need to keep pace with their slowest member, but many hikers mistakenly think that the point of hiking is "get from Point A to Point B as fast as possible" instead of "spending time outdoors in nature with friends," and then they complain that a new/less-experienced/sick/disabled hiker is spoiling their time-frame by constantly needing breaks, or huffing and puffing to catch up.

I run into a related question of "how long does it take to travel from Point A to Point B on horseback?" a lot, as a fantasy writer who wants to be SEMI-realistic; in the Western world at least, our post-industrial minds have largely forgotten what it's like to travel, both on our own feet and in groups.

People ask the new writer, "well, who in your cast is traveling? Is getting to Point B an emergency or not? What time of year is it?", and the newbies often get confused as to why they need so much information for "travel times." Maybe new writers see lists of "preindustrial travel times" like a primitive version of Google Maps, where all you need to do is plug in Point A and Point B.

But see, Google Maps DOES account for traveling delays, like different routes, constructions, accidents, and weather; you as the person will also need to figure in whether you're driving a car versus taking a bus/train, and so you'll need to figure out parking time or waiting time for the bus/train to actually GET THERE.

The difference between us and preindustrial travelers is that 1) we can outsource the calculations now, 2) we often travel for FUN instead of necessity.

The general rule of thumb for preindustrial times is that a healthy and prime-aged adult on foot, or a rider/horse pair of fit and prime-aged adults, can usually make 20-30 miles per day, in fair weather and on good terrain.

Why is this so specific? Because not everyone in preindustrial times was fit, not everyone was healthy, not everyone was between the ages of 20-35ish, and not everyone had nice clear skies and good terrain to travel on.

If you are too far below 18 years old or too far past 40, at best you will need either a slower pace or more frequent breaks to cover the same distance, and at worst you'll cut the travel distance in half to 10 or so miles. Too much walking is VERY BAD on too-young/old knees, and teenagers or very short adults may just have short legs even if they're fine with 8-10 hours of actual walking. Young children may get sick of walking and pitch a fit because THEY'RE TIREDDDDDDDDDD, and then you might need to stay put while they cry it out, or an adult may sigh and haul them over their shoulder (and therefore be weighed down by about 50lbs of Angry Child).

Heavy forests, wetlands and rocky hills/mountains are also going to be a much shorter "distance" per day. For forests or wetlands, you have to account for a lot of villagers going "who's gonna cut down acres of trees for one road? NOT ME," or "who's gonna drain acres of swamp for one road? NOT ME." Mountainous regions have their traveling time eaten by going UP, or finding a safer path that goes AROUND, so by the time you're done slogging through drier patches of wetlands or squeezing through trees, a deceptively short 10-15 miles in rough terrain might take you a whole day to walk instead of the usual half-day.

If you are traveling in freezing winters or during a rainstorm (and this inherently means you HAVE NO CHOICE, because nobody in preindustrial times would travel in bad weather if they could help it), you run the high risk of losing your way and then dying of exposure or slipping and breaking your neck, just a few miles out of the town/village.

Traveling in TOO-HOT weather is just as bad, because pushing yourself too hard and getting dehydrated at noon in the tropics will literally kill you. It's called heat-STROKE, not "heat-PARTY."

And now for the upper range of "traveling on horseback!"

Fully mounted groups can usually make 30-40 miles per day between Point A and Point B, but I find there are two unspoken requirements: "Point B must have enough food for all those people and horses," and "the mounted party DOESN'T need to keep pace with foot soldiers, camp followers, or supply wagons."

This means your mounted party would be traveling to 1) a rendezvous point like an ally's camp or a noble's castle, or 2) a town/city with plenty of inns. Maybe they're not literally going 30-40 miles in one trip, but they're scouting the area for 15-20 miles and then returning to their main group. Perhaps they'd be going to an allied village, but even a relatively small group of 10-20 warhorses will need 10-20 pounds of grain EACH and 20-30 pounds of hay EACH. 100-400 pounds of grain and 200-600 pounds of hay for the horses alone means that you need to stash supplies at the village beforehand, or the village needs to be a very large/prosperous one to have a guaranteed large surplus of food.

A dead sprint of 50-60 miles per day is possible for a preindustrial mounted pair, IF YOU REALLY, REALLY HAVE TO. Moreover, that is for ONE day. Many articles agree that 40 miles per day is already a hard ride, so 50-60 miles is REALLY pushing the envelope on horse and rider limits.

NOTE: While modern-day endurance rides routinely go for 50-100 miles in one day, remember that a preindustrial rider will not have the medical/logistical support that a modern endurance rider and their horse does.

If you say "they went fifty miles in a day" in most preindustrial times, the horse and rider's bodies will get wrecked. Either the person, their horse, or both, risk dying of exhaustion or getting disabled from the strain.

Whether you and your horse are fit enough to handle it and "only" have several days of defenselessness from severe pain/fatigue (and thus rely on family/friends to help you out), or you die as a heroic sacrifice, or you aren't QUITE fit enough and become disabled, or you get flat-out saved by magic or another rider who volunteers to go the other half, going past 40 miles in a day is a "Gondor Calls For Aid" level of emergency.

As a writer, I feel this kind of feat should be placed VERY carefully in a story: Either at the beginning to kick the plot off, at the climax to turn the tide, or at the end.

Preindustrial people were people--some treated their horses as tools/vehicles, and didn't care if they were killed or disabled by pushing them to their limits, but others very much cared for their horses. They needed to keep them in working condition for about 15-20 years, and they would not dream of doing this without a VERY good reason.

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UPDATE January 13: Several people have gotten curious and looked at maps, to find out how a lot of cities are indeed spread out at a nice distance of 20-30 miles apart! I love getting people interested in my hyperfixations, lol.

But remember that this is the space between CITIES AND TOWNS. There should never be a 20-mile stretch of empty wilderness between City A and Town B, unless your world explains why folks are able to build a city in the middle of nowhere, or if something has specifically gone wrong to wipe out its supporting villages!

Period pieces often portray a shining city rising from a sea of picturesque empty land, without a single grain field or cow pasture in sight, but that city would starve to death very quickly in preindustrial times.

Why? Because as Bret Devereaux mentions in his “Lonely Cities” article (https://acoup.blog/2019/07/12/collections-the-lonely-city-part-i-the-ideal-city/), preindustrial cities and towns must have nearby villages (and even smaller towns, if large and prosperous enough!) to grow their food for them.

The settlements around a city will usually be scattered a few miles apart from each other, usually clustered along the roads to the city gates. Those villages and towns at the halfway point between cities (say 10-15 miles) are going to be essential stops for older/sick folks, merchants with cargo, and large groups like noble’s retinues and army forces.

Preindustrial armies and large noble retinues usually can’t make it far past 10-12 miles per day, as denoted in my addition to this post. (https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask )

#writing #preindustrial #horse riding #horse care #writing advice #medieval

[luveline]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

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