#i have two starters left to do & some drafts

[greenelight]

we are so back.

#˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ out of character ﹚ ﹕ boba tea refill. #tbd. #IM SO EXCITED #the minute this commercial drops #im editing it #& taking caps & u can't stop me gnjgnndfjgfjdgn #im feeling tons better today! #might even go on a walk later #just ate lunch so let me settle in for the day #made some BOMB fried rice im feelin pretty good #i have two starters left to do & some drafts #but i may pop on over to loid to do some things idk #im def. in the mood to plot or just chat so yeah! #hope everyone is having a happy tuesday!

[sunaluv]

hey!!! big big fan! your writing is amazing!

what if you did a you should come get your man but instead make it ‘you should come get your reader’

i just want to see characters get jealous basically lol. hope you’re doing well !!

🗣️getting rid of my drafts, drop some more prompts in my inbox.

Pairings: kaiser, reo

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KAISER

as the game ended and the fans started to filter out of the stadium, you hung back waiting for your boyfriend. now that the seating area was almost empty, kaiser could finally talk to you.

he called out to you as he jogged over. “did you enjoy the game, my love?” you took his outstretched hand and climbed onto the field.

“of course I did,” you swung your interlocked hands. “you were amazing as per usual.”

the two of you chatted aimlessly, walking around the field as kaiser started to come down from his post-game high.

"alright, I'm gonna go freshen up and get my stuff," he kissed the back of your hand. "wait for me?"

you nodded, eyeing the man as he vanished down the hall.

"i can feel you staring!" he called without looking back, making you chuckle.

deciding to be useful, you gathered kaisers left belongings off the bench and started to make your way towards the stadium exit.

"you kaiser's girl?" a voice from behind you.

startled, you turned around to see a guy dressed in the ubers uniform. you don't recognise him and you've met all your boyfriend's teammates, so you deduced that this guy is probably a rookie in training.

"that's me," you smiled politely, "can i help you with anything?"

"you sure can help me with something," he smirked, rubbing his chin. "for starters, you can tell me how that egomaniac managed to bag a gorgeous girl like yourself,"

how he managed to both complement you and diss you (indirectly) you found quite fascinating, but you weren't having any of it.

"he was a real sweetheart." emphasis on the sweetheart. "I'm sure if you use a more friendly approach you can get whoever it is your looking for."

the guy clearly didn't seem to get the hint. "so you're into nice guys, huh. why are ya' with michael then. guy's an ass."

"'guy' also thinks you should show a little more respect to your superiors, rookie."

smirking, you turned around to find your knight in shining armour eyeing the rookie with a smirk.

"my fault boss," his attitude was nonchalant. "keep a tight leash on this one though, or else i might get tempted again."

he smirked, trying to barge shoulders with kaiser as he passed, grunting under his breath when he didn't move an inch.

"you should go fight him, defend my honour." you nudged his side once he was out of earshot.

he chortled loudly, "you're such an instigator, I'm not fighting him."

"you'll do it if you love me?" you questioned blinking up at him with innocent eyes. the things you would do you see michael throw hands with someone.

his big hand pushed your face away from him. "ill do you one better and make his training with the ubers unbearable, how does that sound, hmmmm?"

a pout formed on your lips as you sighed. "...ill take it i guess."

REO

the clock has just passed midnight, but the party your boyfriend had invited you to was at its peak. enjoying the buzz of the alcohol that was once in your empty glass, you headed over to the bar.

"hey," you flagged the bartender down, "could i get a refill on this please?

the neon blue lights of the bar made the sparkle in his eye more evident when he caught sight of you.

"whatever the pretty lady wants," he brushed his fingers against yours when taking your glass. "what can i do for you?"

the brief contact and the intense eye contact quickly fought off the oncoming buzz. "the pretty lady is taken, but she is willing to forget about this if she could get a pornstar?" you offered.

"oh you can get a pornstar alright," he winked. "give me a sec, sweetheart."

alarm bells rang in your head as his back was towards you, meaning your glass was out of sight.

there was no way in hell you were gonna drink whatever he put in front of you.

he returned a short while after, sliding your drink across the bar.

"you know, if you wanted, i could give you another pornstar you'll really enjoy." he pulled back your glass when you reached out for it.

"no thanks. boyfriend." your smile came tight and fake.

"come onnnn, princess," he smiled wider. "aren't you having so much fun at this party? spend the night with me and i can make sure you can get into all the exclusive parties you want."

"she'll pass." came mikage's voice from your side. he wrapped an arm around you, in an attempt to smooth your tense muscles as he dragged the glass back over with two fingers.

the bartender's face hardened, "the lady can speak for herself, thanks bro."

"m' not your bro." reo's brows furrowed. "you're making my girl uncomfortable, did you put anything in her drink?"

the guy shook his head wordlessly, prompting reo to sip the glass.

"wait, what if-"

"don't worry, sweetheart," his hand dropped to stroke your thigh comfortingly. "it's clean, but I'm sorry this happened to you. i should've noticed sooner."

you relaxed with his touch, "it's not your fault, reo. sometimes people can't handle rejection."

"i'm right here ya know?"

two pairs of eyes stared the guy down, one neutral, one daring.

rolling his eyes, mikage turned to face the guy. "between you and me, you might need to find another bribe to pull ladies with because i can tell you now this will be the last gig you'll ever do."

the guy gulped under reo's intense gaze.

"alright man, in understand the ladys' taken, you don't need to go threatening my job."

"you threatened your won job once you tried it with her,"

you placed a hand on his arm as a reminder to be rational.

"i'm sorry baby," he pecked your forehead. "you ready to go home?"

you nodded.

#bllk x reader #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #michael kaiser x reader #kaiser x reader #blue lock x reader #mikage reo x reader #blue lock #blue lock imagines

[vixensbrainrotts]

HIII love ur hcs and stories sm 😩😩

can i request a smoker and skater reader x mikey where she teaches mikey to skate?

AAAAA THANK YOU IN ADVANCE (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Hit the Curb, Baby! - Manjiro <Mikey> Sano

Content: Ask- based

Warnings: smoking, allusion of an accident (?), not proof read

Summary: Mikey’s always admired your skating skills, so come the day you finny agree to teach him, he’s over the moon.

Vixens two cents: I absolutely can! Thank you so much for asking, I loved writing this one! (and it was a lot more casual than what all else is in my drafts right now.) I’m glad to know you’re enjoying my content :D. Feel free to let me know if you think of anything else, or if you have any thoughts about this one! As always- REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Now enjoy!!

“Watch your feet you dunce, you’re gonna kiss the concrete and crack your skull if you don’t.” You snark from where you’re sitting on the curb, a sharp exhale of smog billowed up in front of you, shrouding Mikey from your sight.

Mikey groaned in response, stepping off the board and throwing his head back into his neck like a toddler would. Snapping upright again he inspects the skateboard closely. How in the world can he swerve lane to lane on a two-wheel high-speed vehicle, but fails to stand straight on what is essentially a piece of wood with four wheels?

You chuckle as you got up, slipping your jacket off your shoulders and approaching him. “Before you do something dumb again, lemme show you.” Mikey looked at you curtly before obeying and stepping away, giving you some space. He inspected you closely as you took a drag from your cigarette and blew it away from him, keeping the cig tucked in your left hand as you approached.

“Look, It’s not that hard, you just have to keep your chest up and your feet parallel, shoulder width apart.” You step onto the board leisurely, rocking back and forth to prove a point.

“Come here.” You guide him to stand in front of you, looking down on him from atop the starter board. “Oh, wow I’m taller than you for once.” You mutter and smile slightly.

Mikey’s stomach tingles weirdly when you say that, and his eyes dart up to yours, trying to find a trace of anything akin to the way he felt. Wordlessly he obeyed and stepped in front of you.

“Good. Alright. Now match your feet to be the same distance apart as mine.” You spoke and took one last drag from the cig, flicking it into the nearby gutter with excellent precision.

Again, Mikey followed your orders, shuffling his feet to be about as far apart as yours were on the board. He looked down to check the distance, and then looked up at you again, waiting for your approval.

You gave him a satisfied nod and reached out both your hands. “Take ‘em.” His eyes widened a tiny bit, and he hoped you wouldn’t notice how clammy his hands were. Despite the worries he grabbed your hands and let you guide him.

“Replace your feet with where mine stood.” Your voice was lower due to proximity, and the way that you looked at him when he rose to a stand on the board made his stomach flip.

Looking down at you he once again momentarily realized just how close you two stood, and his mind started racing.

Did he put on deodorant earlier? What about cologne? Surely it’s worn off by now… did he even manage to brush his teeth after breakfast? Yeah, he did- but he had some snacks earlier so that’s down the gutter for sure.

He was snapped out of his daze by the loss of warm skin contact as you pulled your hands away from his, letting him stand on his own.

“Good.” You said as you stepped away, watching him balance his weight on his own. “Just stand there for now.” You said, and as you spoke Mikey started focusing more on what was happening around him. He looked down at his feet that stood sort of securely on the board, and let his gaze drift from his torn-apart sneakers to the street, the curb you were sitting on, the path you two walked down earlier, and finally the sigle lamp that lit up the lonely road you two were on.

„Rock your feet back and forth, shift your weight like you’re reeling up for a kick.“ You urged him a little, keenly waiting for him to move. He took your advice wordlessly, not daring to move anything you didnt tell him to move.

Carefully, he looked down at his feet again and pretended that he was about to kick some nerds face in, softly and slowly shifting back and forth on the board. You hummed in approval, and Mikey’s ears perked at the sound.

“There you go.” You said and stepped closer to him again. “Tighten your core and set your shoulders back, I’m gonna push you forward so don’t resist.” Mikey felt his skin tingle where you touched him at the waist, warm hands firmly grabbing his torso and stepping close to his body.

“Ready?” You asked and he gave a determined nod. “Let’s go.” Despite the warnings you gave him, Mikey still flailed little when you started pushing him, the smooth concrete beneath him sounding in the signature rumble underneath the wheels.

You laughed a little when he caught his balance, assuring him that “I’ve got you.” Mikey breathed shortly and allowed himself to get used to the feeling, to remember how his feet were positioned, and more importantly how your hands felt on his waist.

“I’m letting go, just roll for now, we’ll get you used to standing first, yeah?” You say, a little louder due to the noise, and with one last push, you stay standing and sent him on his way.

Standing alone and tall on the board, Mikey felt like he was on top of the world. Confidently he stood and glided down the street a bit further before the acceleration slowed and he rolled to a stop.

“I did it!” He exclaimed, still standing half-frozen atop the skateboard, not daring to move in fear of falling. He heard you approach him from behind and cautiously turned his head to look at you. You carried a soft, sweet expression as you looked at him with a proud smile. “You did! How was that?”

“Great! Again!” His smile was cherry and wide across his face, and he was sure he looked like an idiot right now but he really didn’t care. Not when he had you here, teaching him one of your passions.

“Again?” You asked and reached for your back pocket, producing a box of cigarettes out of nowhere, flicking the lid up and taking one out, letting it dangle from between your lips. “Yes, again!” Mikey replied, still not having moved from his position.

“Alright Tony Hawk, let’s get you back to starting position then.” You smiled as you offered him a hand, the other reaching in your jacket that you had shrugged on again and taking out a lighter.

Mikey took your hand graciously and got off, only sort of stumbling once his feet met solid ground again. He picked up your skateboard and tucked it under his arm, straightening and looking to you again.

The little flame produced from your lighter flickered across your pretty features, casting a shadow under your eyebrows and across your nose. You inhaled, lighting the tabac with a crackling noise, and then looked at him. Your eyes met, and Mikey felt his breath hitch, his hand tightening a tad around yours.

You smiled at him wordlessly and let the flame die, tucking both the box and the lighter away again, and turning to walk back to your curb. Mikey watched you, heart stuck beating out of his throat until he felt a tug at his hand, making him fall forward and into step with your pace.

You hadn’t let go. So, hand in hand the two of you returned to your curb, and you continued to puff and laugh and push, and he continued to wobble and stand and glide and walk back giddily joining your hands together.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #x reader #tr content #tokyo manji revengers #tr headcanons #tokyo rev #sano mikey manjiro #mikey sano #mikey x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #sano majiro x reader #manjiro x y/n #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #tokyo manji gang #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #tokrev manjiro #manjiro x you

[unluckyhoneybee]

Sweet boy (Daniel Ricciardo)

You fell in love with Daniel during the most difficult time of your life. Angst to Fluff.

Note: the flu kicked my ass and made me all soft, so here we have a step-dad Dan shot that had been half written on my drafts since August.

Warning: giving birth (c-section)

You knocked the door and it opened instantly.

"Hey sweet..."

"He's gone. His things are gone. I... I've lost him"

You broke down in tears.

"Oh fuck, come here."

Daniel wrapped his arms around you and pulled you inside his apartment. He was so delicate and careful, helping you sit with him on his big sofa. Then, he gave you some paper to dry your tears and hugged you close.

You cried for so long, hugging your belly and hiding on Daniel's neck. He simply stayed there, keeping you close, warm and comfortable, soothing you went your sobs didn't let you breath and slowly bringing you back.

By when your sobs stopped, you already had a headache. You felt defeated, betrayed, lost... All the possible things. Your heart felt heavy.

"YN?"

You looked up at him. He smiled softly and brushed one tear that was falling.

"Do you want some water, babe?"

You nodded.

"Okay, stay here. I'll be back."

He disappeared for a second and came back with water and a smile.

"Okay, sweetheart. Do you want to explain what happened?"

With all the strenght you had left, you pulled the note. Daniel took it and even though he could already imagine what was going on, watching it written in such a cold way, made him angry and desperate to punch a hole somewhere. Jeff's face, for example.

Sorry, I need to leave.

This became too much. I don't want that baby.

Daniel left the note on the table and opened his arms again for you. You hid on his chest and he caressed your back.

"Is there something I can do?" He whispered.

"Just hold me." You said weakly.

Daniel was your best friend, the one that had always been with you, so he was the one you looked for when you found out that your long time boyfriend had left you pregnant with his child. A child you already loved so much and were so excited to have.

Danny held you for the longest time, letting you cry it all out until your tired body gave up. You had fallen asleep on his chest. But he needed to breathe. He gently laid you down on the sofa, on your side because you always told him about how the belly was starting to bother you and it was the best position. He then covered you with his blanket and kissed your head. He took his phone and went outside.

Calling Michael was the best idea.

"Hey, man."

"Hey... Um... Something happened"

"What happened?"

"YN"

"Fuck. Is she okay? The baby..."

"The baby is fine. She... Well. Jeff left. Picked his stuff, wrote a note and left. Like the fucking coward he is"

Daniel knew that the silence from the other side of the line meant that Michael was just as angry as he was.

"She is there, right?"

"She is. She has been crying for an hour or so, mate. She is broken"

"Fucking shit." Michael groaned. "You need to be there for her, Dan. It's you."

"I know. I just don't know what to do... You know how things..."

"Yeah, I know. But she needs you."

Daniel brushed his hair out of his forehead. You were way too special for him and he didn't know how to manage all of this.

"Daniel, cook dinner for her. She is pregnant. She needs food. Give her some clothes and let her stay."

"Yeah, yeah. I will"

"take care of her"

"Of course, mate"

When Daniel came back to the living room, you were awake. You had a hand on your belly and your eyes were lost.

"Babe?"

You looked up at him.

"I thought you would sleep for long"

"This little guy keeps kicking me." You whispered. You had just starter to feel the baby kicking, but he was already strong.

Daniel walked closer.

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Cheese?"

"A sandwich?"

"Two?"

Daniel chuckled.

"Fine. One for you and another for the little guy."

You smiled and followed him to the kitchen. You didn't want to be alone. You had come to him because he was the only one you had in here. You family lived somewhere else, you friends were busy with their life's and families. Daniel was the only one you knew that would drop everything only to hold you.

"Sweetheart. You can go and get something comfy" He said. You were still wearing the dress you had gone to work with. And it was uncomfortable.

"Do you have pregnancy clothes?"

"No, but I have hoodies big enough to fit the sweet boy and you"

"Sweet boy?" You touched your belly.

"Yeah. Just as sweet as mum"

You knew he was just trying to cheer you, but your cheeks got warm. You changed into his clothes and when you came back he had the dinner ready. You chose to sit the closest to him. You needed him now, your best friend. He caressed your cheek and leaned to kiss your forehead. He was always soft and caring with you, he told everyone you were his sweet spot.

You could remember perfectly the moment you told him you were pregnant. How he got up and hugged you, then kissed your cheeks a thousand times and told you how happy he was. You cried happy tears with him and then he even hugged Jeff. Daniel loved kids. He loved his sister's, Natalie's... Every time a friend told him they would have a kid, he would get fully invested on it.

"No tears on the table, sweetheart" He said softly.

You cleaned it and smiled.

"Do you remember when I told you?" You said touching your round 5 months belly through his Enchante hoodie.

"I remember" He smiled.

"You were so happy"

Baby Leo moved in you and you smiled through the tears. Without asking, you took Danny's hand and pressed it to the side of your belly.

"Oh hi" Daniel said when he felt the first kick. "Are you alright in there? Mum is treating you right, huh?"

"He loves cheese" You told Danny.

"Oh, does he? How do you know?"

"Wait and see"

You took a bite from your sandwich and soon Leo was moving again.

"Oh!" Daniel chuckled and caressed your belly softly. "Don't hurt mum, buddy."

"Leo"

"Leo?"

You nodded with a smile.

"Jeff wanted Gerard. But... It suppose it doesn't matter anymore."

He sighed.

"YN... We will solve this. We will try. You can stay here for as long as you want. I'll help you. I promise."

........................

The first week passed without news from Jeff. He was truly gone. He didn't replied to your messages nor your calls. Nothing. He had completely disappeared. Gladly, you had Danny. He had opened his house for you and Leo. He wasn't born yet, but he was giving you a hard pregnancy, so Danny had a lot to deal with.

"Sweetheart? I'm gonna head out for a run. Do you mind staying..."

"Dan. I'm fine."

"Just call me if you need to."

"I know"

"Love you!" He shouted before leaving.

What you didn't know is that Danny had gone out for a run. Instead, he sat on a bench in the nearest park and took his phone. With some help, he had found Jeff's new phone number. He couldn't stand your cries at night. He couldn't sleep while you were crying on the next room. He was so tired of hearing you telling your baby that you were sorry. He hated that you felt it was your fault.

Daniel waited. He called three times actually.

"You better pick this time, son of a..."

"Jeff here."

"Jeff"

Daniel had to breath deeply.

"Where the fuck are you, mate?"

"Daniel? It's you?"

"Yeah, mate. It's Daniel."

"How have you..."

"It doesn't matter. Where are you? YN is in my sofa, crying her eyes out and probably going into some not so healthy state for a pregnant woman."

"Danny..."

"Don't Danny me. You can't call me Danny if you abandon my best friend and her kid"

"I can't do it, Daniel! I'm too young for..."

"Too young? Mate, your are not a kid anymore"

"I can't have a kid! I don't love her! I can't be there with her and fake I want it because I'm hurting her that way!"

Daniel felt his blood boil. Jeff had the best woman in the world, the most pure person who ever stepped on the earth. And he didn't love you.

"What we had was fun. Good sex, mate. But that baby was an accident"

"Fuck, Jeff. And why didn't you tell her? You have been dating her for two fucking years! She brought you on Christmas to our families ' celebration! She loves that kid!"

"Well, Daniel! I don't! I won't have a miserable life only because you don't want your best friend hurt"

"You know what? Fuck you. I wish she had left you long ago. When I fucking told her you were no good"

"All yours, mate. All yours. Hope you get a good fuck out of her. That's what you always wanted, right? Have fun raising my kid"

Daniel almost throws the phone against the pavement. He was hating every single second of this. Leo should be his. You should be his girlfriend. He should have grown the balls years ago. You wouldn't be so hurt if he had.

.....................

Time went by and you went back to your apartment. It was weird to be alone in there, but you told yourself that you would get used to, that Leo would arrive soon. Only a month and a half.

Luckily, you lived close to Dan, who hadn't left your side. He went to the doctor with you, he took you to the supermarket, helped cleaning the house, called Michael and Blake and built the room for Leo with his friends... He did all of that but didn't tell you about his call with Jeff.

Daniel felt you didn't need more pain. You didn't need to know that the idiot didn't love you, that he had played with you and then broke your heart in the worst possible way.

And there you were, with his family and friends on this nice restaurant celebrating his birthday. It had been your idea, you wanted to thank him for everything he was doing for you, so you called Michael and made it possible.

"Happy birthday, Uncle Dan!" The kids shouted when you finished singing.

"Thank you very very much" He kissed both kid's cheeks and they helped him blowing the candles.

On your chest, you could feel something funny. It had you blushing and touching your belly. Leo was happy that day, probably your happiness was contagious. But why did you felt like this?

It had been happening for a couple of weeks. With every kiss in your cheek followed by a belly rub and a hi, sweet boy, you heart would beat fast and your cheeks would get warm. You wanted to think that it was all the hormones. They would be gone once you gave birth and this stupid little crush would to. You would have to focus on Leo and raising him alone.

"Hey" You were happily sipping on your lemonade, sitting on a comfy chair because your feet had given up a long ago, when you felt a touch in your shoulder.

You looked to your right, finding big blue eyes and golden locks.

"Hey, Isaac"

Behind the boy, Daniel watched with a smile.

"Uncle Dan says your baby moves in your belly. Like Isabella did."

"Yes. Leo moves a lot."

Isaac smiled and Danny touched his hair.

"He wants to feel it. He loved to feel Isabella"

"Oh, fine. Come here. He loves lemonade, you'll see"

Isaac put his hand where you told him and you sip some lemonade. Soon Leo was happily kicking. The kids eyes opened so big and he smiled.

"Hi Leo." Isaac said sweetly. "I will ask Uncle Dan to bring you to Australia so you can see kangaroos. There are not many kangaroos in here"

You chuckled and touched Isaac's hair.

Daniel was a bit lost on his thoughts. Since this mess begun, he kept asking himself what if?. What if Leo was his? What if you were with him, happily waiting for your son to be born? What if he could wake up next to you? What if Isaac could call Leo his cousin?

"Are you okay?" You whispered.

He blinked fast. He hadn't even noticed Isaac had run to hid mum to tell her he had felt the baby.

"Yeah. Michael told me you are who organized all of this" He took your hand.

You smiled and he kissed your knuckles.

"I think you deserve it. You had taken a lot of care of us and... Yeah. You deserve it."

Daniel almost faints when you put his hand on your belly at the same time you said us. He loved you and your baby more than nothing in this world.

"Thank you very much, really"

He kissed your cheek and Leo kicked hard.

You giggled.

"I think he liked that"

"Yeah? Baby Leo likes when mum gets some love?"

You laughed hard and he kissed your cheek again.

"That sounds so weird" You said. But again, Leo kicked. "Oh. Do it again.

Daniel laughed and kissed your cheek again. He did it a thousand times more.

Everyone was watching you two from afar. It was obvious, how you two were so madly in love. They of course knew the baby it wasn't Dan's, but the image in front of them was the image of a little family. Of two childhood friends waiting for their kid to come.

"He loves you" You whispered while looking into Daniel's eyes.

He swallowed. He loved the kid too.

"Well, I do too..." He awkwardly said. He looked down at his hand on your belly. If he confessed then... No, Dan. In less than a month she will give birth. She doesn't need you or your feelings like this.

....................................

He thought everything was fine. You had asked him to keep his phone close because in case of giving birth, he was the only one to pick you and take you to the hospital.But then you knocked on his house and he saw your angry face.

"Why didn't you told me?" You said out of breath.

"W-what?"

"Jeff called. He asked if the baby was born. Then he told me about your little conversation months ago"

Daniel felt his whole world crumble.

You were so angry, felt so betrayed. How could he hide something like that?

"YN... Listen... I'm..."

'Don't say you are sorry" You said with tears on your eyes.

It broke his heart.

"I just wanted to protect you"

"You talked to him while I was trying to find him. You had his phone number and never told me. You left me go through all of that, thinking about if he was okay or not, where he was... And you said nothing"

Daniel's head fall to the front. He was so ashamed. He had never regreted something so much on his life.

You wanted to stay strong. To not fall for the tears on his face.

"What happened? Why did he left? He told me to ask you."

Daniel looked at you. He couldn't break your heart like that. He couldn't tell you.

"Daniel. You better tell me"

He saw your hand on your belly. You were trying to calm down.

"He didn't love you. Or Leo. He didn't love any of you. He never did. He was a fucking coward and he left instead of dealing with it. I didn't tell you because I wanted to protect you."

You looked away for a second. You imagined Jeff had left because something like this. But hear it was even worst.

"I don't need you to protect me"

You knew those words hurt. You regret saying them the moment you left his apartment. Without Daniel, you would have been lost.

What you didn't expect was Leo to want to arrive that night. You woke up with intense pain and a wet bed, scared and alone. The only one you thought of calling was him.

It was 4 am when the phone rang. He saw your name on the screen and picked it. It knew what it meant.

"Give me five minutes."

He was there soon.

"It hurts so bad" You whimpered. He kissed your forehead and helped you to walk to your car. The previous heartbreak was long forgotten for him he would always protect you no matter what.

"It's fine. Just breathe with me okay?"

Daniel thanked his best driver skills. Without them he wouldn't have been able to drive you one handed and probably too fast to the hospital. He went over limits, but he didn't care about the fin he could get. He only cared about you and you were in way too much pain.

On the hospital, they separated you. Daniel wasn't the dad after all.

He stayed on the emergency room, pathing around and making everyone nervous. Michael and Blake came when he told them. He was a mess. The medical stuff didn't tol him anything.

Meanwhile, they kept talking in whispers around you. She isn't ready. The baby has low oxygen levels. It's taking too long. And you felt so scared and alone. You needed him.

"We will perform a c-section. Natural labor..." You stopped hearing anything.

"Please...bring him."

"Who? We can't have anyone non related here."

"He is my boyfriend" You lied. "His name is agh... Daniel... Daniel Ricciardo"

When a nurse called his name from the corridor, Daniel feared the worst.

"We will preform a c-section. It's the safest for YN and the baby. He needs to be out soon"

Daniel could only nod while they dressed him.

He saw you crying and laying, looking up at the ceiling while they worked on bringing your baby to the world.

"I'm here" He whispered and kissed your forehead.

"Thank you" Was all you could say.

He stayed there next to you, cleaning your tears and whispering calming things in your ear. He was terrified but he did his best to no show you.

And suddenly, you both could hear a cry. You opened your eyes. Daniel was looking over the curtain that stopped you from seing the doctor's work.

"D-Dan" You called for him while pulling his hand.

"He is here, sweetheart. You already have Leo here." He said kissing your forehead. It took only a couple of minutes to have him on your chest while they finished the surgery. Your were crying and looking at your big eyed boy, who was crying but had grabbed your finger carefully.

Daniel was there, falling even more in love with you and Leo. You looked so happy. You already had your sweet boy in your arms. Daniel kissed your head.

"He is beautiful, YN. I'm so happy for you"

You looked up.

"I'm so sorry" You whispered. High on hormones and emotions, you felt you had to do it then. "I'm so sorry for what I said. I need you a lot. I couldn't be here without you"

He cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"Don't be. And don't think about that now, you just had a son"

Michael and Blake there the first in the room. They brought flowers and a baby proof teddy bear. Then you finally got some alone time after they brought Leo. He was peacefully sleeping on the crib. Daniel was sitting on the chair, looking at the baby and lost on his thoughts. He looked perfect. Then Leo cried and he looked at you in panic.

"I think he may be hungry" You said. "Can you..."

"Do you want me to... Pass him to you?" He got all nervous.

"Please. I can't get up"

"Of course. Yeah. Just..."

You felt his nerves and saw the fear on his eyes.

"You won't hurt him, Dan. It's fine"

He nodded.

When he picked Leo from the crib and lifted him to his eye level, a small smile appeared on his face. You felt how all those feelings made sense, you understood what they were then. A tear fell down your cheek when he cuddled Leo on his chest.

"Hey sweet boy. Nice to meet you" He whispered and kissed his head.

You cleaned your tear and the movement called his attention.

"Sorry, I um... I got carried away..."

"No. Don't be. It's... You are cute. He looks so small in you"

You son fitted so perfectly on his arms. You were so in love with both of them. You could shout it out loud.

"He is tiny. And cute. And so cuddly." Daniel whispered. "Just tell me if I'm overstepping"

"You are not." You answered fast.

Leo cried again and Daniel passed him to you. Then he turned around. He wanted to give you some privacy. Halfway, you caughed him peaking, which made him turn around blushing but with the image of you looking perfect while feeding your son on his mind.

"You can come here. I think I want to talk to you."

"We don't have to"

"I didn't meant what I said. I clearly need you. I need you all the time." You said.

He looked at you and sighed.

"I hated seeing you crying on my sofa. I didn't told you because I was scared things went worse."

He sat next to you and you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for being with me through all this mess"

"I would do it again" He said looking down at Leo. You had his little hands in yours. Daniel thought about how good a ring would look on it. "I hope I don't have to. But yeah. I would do it anyway."

You closed your eyes. Maybe it wasn't the moment, but soon you would tell him.

.............

You had to spend four days in the hospital and for Daniel, they were perfect. He had already bonded so much with Leo. And with you... He was madly in love with you. You were so perfect. You were the perfect mum for Leo and he was so proud of you.

Now, he was getting your stuff back in your apartment and he felt sour. He would miss the two of you so bad. He had gotten used to spend night and day. He would even miss waking up to Leo crying at 3 am, he would miss the way you sang to him until the baby (and him a couple of times) went back to sleep.

Daniel closed the door and looked at you. You were dressed on comfy clothes and had Leo on your arms, you were showing him the house. Everything that could remind of Jeff was long gone. Now it was the two of you.

"This is Dan and Mum on Sydney. We went there when we were 14. And... This is at Dan's farm. You will love it. This elephant was a gift from uncle Blake. And this is also from Dan. It smells funny because it's from the podium in Monaco."

Daniel felt overwhelmed. The walls felt to tight. And there was something on his head. Something the nurse had said.

"YN"

You turned to him.

"Yes. Already leaving?" You felt sad. You weren't ready to be alone. You didn't want to. You wanted to do this by his side. You wanted what you had on the hospital. You wanted Dan to be Leo's dad.

"Um. Do you want me to?"

"I was thinking that maybe you could stay for a bit more. And... I fancy a cheese sandwich" You said blushing. It was only a excuse to have him here for longer, although you knew you were being selfish.

"Well, I don't believe that baby Leo is hungry anymore" He said peaking over Leovs blanket. "You really have the cutest son" I wish he was mine too.

"Stay? For diner at least? If my puppy eyes don't work I can quickly teach Leo my technique"

"They work, YN. They work"

Dan kissed your forehead.

Soon you were having dinner. It felt so good to share this moment with you. You had some soft music on the background, your hair messily pulled back. You big hoodie was open and you were feeding Leo. In your free hand, you had the sandwich. Daniel was telling you some stupid stories about his trips with his friends and you were laughing so happy. You hadn't even though about Jeff once. Not even after giving birth. He was gone for you.

Then, Leo finished and you fixed your clothes.

"Can you take the air out of him? Just make him burp"

"H-how?"

You got up and passed him the baby. Gently, you laid him on his shoulder and Leo looked away. He crunched his nose and you giggled.

"I think the beard bothers him"

"I can shave" He quickly suggested.

You smiled. He was so cute. The best dad.

"It's fine."

"I want to give him raspberries."

"Shave then" You giggled. "You have to pat him here. Softly. I need to go really quick to the toilet."

You left him there. You needed to breath. Motherhood was hard, the moment you crossed the door, it became 100% real. That you wanted Dan to do this with you became even more real.

Daniel was left alone in the kitchen with Leo. Alone with him for the first time. He didn't felt nervous or scared. He patted him until the sweet boy burped.

"Well done, buddy." He whispered. Seeing you weren't coming, he decided to lay Leo on his forearm so he could get a better look. "Well, little man. You look so much like mum. It's insane. Look at this little apple cheeks. You are the cutest, right? You have mum's nose and hair. What a handsome boy" He caressed Leo's cheek, who was following the voice with his eyes. "You are so lucky, Leo. You have the best mum. You really do. She is so amazing. The nicest girl I've ever known. And I've known her for so long. I hope you give her a good life. Don't give her hard times buddy or we will need to have a talk, okay?" He felt silly when Leo didn't answer." I just love her so much. I want her to be happy"

Then he heard the toilet and decided to shit up. You came back fresh and with a tiny smile. You walked closed and peaked over Danny's shoulder.

"Hey cutie"

"Hello" Daniel answered making you laugh.

"I was talking to my son"

"Oh, my mistake."

Both yof you laughed.

"Take him, YN. I will clean this"

"Can you stay and watch a film?"

Danny looked at you. Didn't you want him to leave?

"Of course"

You waited for him on the sofa, cuddling Leo and singing softly on his ear. Daniel was gaining courage meanwhile.

"Sweetheart"

You looked at him when he sat next to you.

"A nurse told me something and I was hoping you could explain"

You nodded thinking it would be about the baby.

"She said I was your boyfriend"

You gasped.

"S-sorry. I told them so you could come to the labor room with me. Sorry. I-I didn't thought... Sorry, Danny"

He giggled.

"It's fine"

"Is it?"

He got comfortable next to you and touched Leo's back.

"It is. She asked and I was like: am I? She hasn't told me yet."

You giggled nervously. After that you fell in a long silence. Both of you were deep in thoughts. You were the first to speak.

"Can you stay with us tonight? I don't want to be alone"

He looked at you.

"You are not"

"I know. It's just..." there you go, tell him. "I don't want to raise him alone."

Daniel felt a big weight setting on his chest. He hated Jeff for this.

"Babe..."

"I want to do this with you" And with that, you started sobbing.

Daniel felt shocked for long seconds, then, he wrapped his arms around you and Leo.

"Do you mean it?" He whispered out of breath. If you meant it, you would make him the happiest man alive.

"I do. I don't want you to go and leave us here. Not after these days with us. I want you to be Leo's dad"

Daniel felt a tear falling don his cheek. He quickly cupped your cheeks and kissed you. You moaned surprised but kissed back, lifting one of your hands from Leo and grabbing his neck.

"Please" You begged looking at him in the eyes. "Stay with us. You are meant to be here with us"

Daniel nodded. He knew. This was supposed to be his family. He didn't care if Leo had other dude's DNA, he didn't care if he had lost all the pregnancy experiences as a dad, he didn't care about all of that because you were asking him to stay for the rest.

"I'll stay. I will always stay"

You smiled and kissed him again, deeply and savoring every second of it.

A little noise from Leo made you pull apart. He was looking at you and groaning softly.

"Hey. You don't like when I kiss mum. Is that, sweet boy?"

Daniel kissed your cheeks and Leo whimpered.

"You used to love it when you were on the belly"

You giggled in pure happiness. Then he leaned to kiss Leo and the boy started crying.

"Oh no. Did I scared you?"

You took a better look, finding a small red patch on the kid's cheek.

"The beard, Dan. The beard" You said laughing.

"I will get rid of if tomorrow. I promise, baby" He said caressing the red patch.

You both lulled Leo back to sleep with soft touches and your now more than usual singin.

Daniel stayed that night. He kept his hand on Leo when he slept. He was there during the first bath, showing him how to splash water even though he was too young. He was there when he started teething, when he walked his first steps, when he mumbled mum for the first time.

You both set boundaries. He didn't moved in just yet. It was slow, the change was big. But he made everything so easy. You agreed that he would be Dan for Leo. Not dad. Not yet. Not when everything was so new. You both did it to protect the baby from getting hurt.

He took you to Australia and the kids fell in love with their baby cousin. Isaac and Danny took him to see the kangaroos and Isabelle gathered some of the toys she didn't use anymore. His parents loved the kid as their own for the first minute. Daniel didn't even had to explain. When he called, they knew.

It was Leo's first father day and although he had been avoiding the topic, you had seen how it was somehow affecting Dan. He wasn't Dad after all. You hadn't talked about this. You didn't even thought about it until the date got close.

Danny was raising Leo as his own kid. He told everyone he was his son. Still, you could see how there was something missing for him. It was mum and Dan, not mum and dad, and even though he insisted it was okay and it was the best for Leo, you could see how his brown eyes showed the lied behind them.

So you carefully woke Leo that morning.

"Shh. No noise, okay? No noise or we will wake Dad up."

It felt amazing to call him like that.

"Can you say it?"

"Dan"

"No, sweet boy. Dad"

"Dad".

"Well done, baby" You kissed his round cheek and walked to the bedroom.

Daniel was asleep, snoring and completely splayed on the bed.

You let Leo on the feet and sat next to Danny. The kid crawled to you while you kissed all the way up from his tattooed arm to his face.

"Wakey, Wakey" You whisper on his skin.

"Dad! Dad!"

You smiled over his skin when you heard Leo patting his chest.

"Danny..." You caressed his hair and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad!"

You gave him a kiss on the lips and Leo knelt on the corner of his torso and arm, wanting Danny's full attention.

As the driver slowly got conscious of his surroundings, you pulled the paper from the drawer.

"Hey buddy"

"Dad!"

You smiled and looked back at him.

"What did he..."

"Happy Father's Day, love"

"Dad!"

"Dad? Am I dad?"

Leo looked at you confused.

"He is"

"Yes, dad"

Daniel hugged him and Leo laughed so hard.

"I love you so so much, Leo" He said kissing all over his face.

"Dad scratchy!"

"Mate! Mum loves the beard! I can't keep you two happy or what?"

You hugged them too and kissed Daniel.

"Happy Father's Day" You said over his lips.

"I love you so so much."

You laid next to him and watched as Leo played over Dan on the bed, fighting his had and tickling him.

"Can I really be his dad?"

"You already are" You said hugging his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

"But aren't you scared?"

"I'm not" You kissed his forehead. "I know this is forever"

He kissed your cheek and right then, Leo jumped on him.

"Dad. Mum! Cakes!"

"Pancakes?" Danny ask. "We have pancakes for Father's day?"

"Please" Leo pouted.

"Please" Danny pouted too. And they were your weakness, so you kissed Danny's cheek.

"Let's go. But first..." You showed him the papers. "If you want. It's the adoption. Only if you want. We can wait for a bit. When you are ready. One step each time"

He cupped your keeps and kissed you deep.

"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck"

And with that, Leo ran away. He was obviously Daniel Ricciardo's son.

"Well, you better fix that" You said laughing.

#daniel ricciardo #Dr #dad!driver #F1 #Fic #Angst #Fluff

[inyri]

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜ for the sentence starters! I'd love to read some swtor but if another world speaks to you more then go for it ^^

(This may or may not show up in a future chapter in some form- this version is emphatically a draft and I’m still working out the dynamic between these two, so we’ll call this a character study.)

SWTOR. Nine and Satele.)

*

“-because of a lie?” Satele raises an eyebrow over the rim of her cup. “Forgive me, but I’d have thought Theron would be used to that.”

“Because you know him so well?” Void, she’s got to get out of here. When she tries to sit up, though, her head throbs ominously where it had slammed against the canyon wall and her nerves hum electric and she sighs, settling back onto the pillow. She could use another kolto syringe or even a few tablets of painkiller but she owes her too much already so she turns to her side instead, face toward the cabin wall. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mutters, “particularly not with you. Look, I appreciate that you rescued me, but-”

If that registered there’s no sign of it in Satele’s voice, as even and unperturbed as ever. “You would have died there otherwise. The shade stalkers were already swarming when I found you.”

Nine sighs. “Or you’d have killed me. You told me that already.”

“Not once I was reasonably certain you were still you.”

“You ought to have left me.” With her eyes closed the pain quiets. “It would have been better if I’d died. At least with him inside my head he couldn’t hurt anyone else, or if I’d died here alone maybe I’d have dragged him down with me to the hells. Now he’s loose again and-” oh, stars- “we’ve got to warn them. If he tries here what he did on Ziost-” The cup clinks gently against the floor grate, the little crate scraping backward as the Jedi rises to press her hand against her forehead. It was meant to calm her, she thinks, but it reminds her for a moment of the restraining strap in the chair at the Intelligence Tower and she twists away abruptly- or tries to, her body hopelessly tangled in the thin blanket. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ciph-” Satele catches herself neatly; she barely heard the correction- “Commander, and he’s not going to hurt Odessen. Be calm.”

When she rolls onto her back she’s looking down at her and the color’s wrong but oh, her eyes look so much like Theron’s. “You can’t know that.”

“I do. He’s still tethered to you-” (but he said- she interrupts, and Satele raises a hand to quiet her)- “and he will be until he is destroyed or you die. If he wanted to leave you to claim another host or draw more power he’d have done so at the first possible opportunity, which would suggest that he’s incapable of it. So either he truly believes you’re the best option he has, which seems unlikely, or you’re the only option he has. Why did he hurt you?”

“Now you’ve hurt my feelings.”

Force, even her eyeroll’s just like his. “I only meant that you aren’t Force sensitive- or weren’t, though it’s difficult to separate you from how he’s changed you. It breaks a pattern he began a thousand years ago, that he deliberately bred into his heirs, and I cannot imagine it was intentional.” Satele shrugs, settling back down onto the crate. “I suspect he thought he could simply shunt you aside and assume control.”

She carefully unwinds the blanket from around her legs. “More fool he, then.” No one controls her. Never. Never again. “And to answer your question, he thinks that if he keeps hurting me that eventually I’ll give in and let him help. I said no.” Her belly twinges. “Again.”

“And yet you’re still alive. Still you.”

“Yes,” she says quietly. The light’s hurting her head again; she closes her eyes tight against it.  “For what little that’s worth.”

“It might be worth everything,” Satele murmurs. “It might be worth the galaxy.”

#inyri writes #dingoat #thanks for the prompt! #swtor fanfiction #cipher nine #satele shan #going a little canon-divergent here but that's what fanfic is for

[sasukimimochi]

A gift for @mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess and all you folks suffering during the ao3 drought! 💖 Enjoy your spice 😳✨

This will be properly posted on Ao3 (this is the chapter link for the draft, once ao3 is working fluidly again. this link will of course still be the same and work properly once its made public!) once the chaos is over with the full picture (i had to crop the second one) but you can also see the ficlet in its complete glory with the full picture here on my google drive. (please remember to reblog/share the ficlet though here if you read it on google docs! ;0 also this is a design reveal for SOBO LXC!

Word Count - 1281 (Suns Out, Buns Out! - POV Lan Xichen)

.✦ Not Just Summer Heat ☀

Lan Xichen’s mood was…less than desirable lately. Well, there were many reasons why; he usually enjoyed the summer weather! but it’d been so hot that even he was shedding layers of cloth and suffering with the rest of the clan. Well, not as many. He liked his layers, even if they made him suffer.

Sometimes he’d wonder why disciples would run off before he came over, but then he’d realize how scary he must look- he was usually so calm but he was sure to have a resting irritated set to his eyes which no one was used to. He was known for being one of the cool twin jades and usually the kinder looking of the two, but god, summer made it hard.

At least he didn’t have sect duties, he was sure if he had to deal with Sect leader Yao he would sucker punch him. The one time he had to stand in he must have looked pretty scary, because the other leaders gave him quite the wide berth.

“The best way to cool off?” Wei Wuxian smiled and turned onto his stomach, leaning his head onto a hand. “You’re wearing three robes. Ditch one of those for a starter.”

Lan Xichen sighed, “I…do suppose you’re right.” He shed the robe he usually kept hanging over his elbows and folded it in his lap, the small relief at least something.

“Cold springs too, but I can understand not wanting to turn into a prune...plus, everyone is trying to get into the cold springs these days.” Wei Wuxian chuckled, nearly purring as Lan Wangji scratched under his chin. “Or maybe make yourself sweat a bit.”

“Wei Ying.”

“I didn’t say how.” Wei Wuxian laughed, tilting his head into the scratches and nearly purring from the comfort of it if he weren’t, you know, a bunny.

Lan Wangji knew better. They both did, but Lan Xichen appeared as though he didn’t fully pick it up. “What’s wrong with Wei-gongzi’s suggestion?” He fanned himself, giving off that trademark irritation he had lately, which made his brother just shake his head.

“Nothing, give it a try when you are feeling too warm!” Wei Wuxian smiled brightly, completely used to that sort of look from his own shidi, and by now had learned this was just one of Xichen’s normal midsummer moods as well. 

Lan Xichen wasn’t sure how these two were so active even in such heat. He had to excuse himself to get some relief in the cold springs.

Only…there were so many disciples there already. So Wei Wuxian was right, the springs were a bust, he was much too embarrassed to admit he wanted to go there to cool off and not cultivate.

He sighed, flitting the fan given to him as a gift from Huaisang in his face in his futile attempts to cool himself. Maybe he could check the back mountains- but then again there were probably disciples there too. He groaned. Maybe he should just ask someone to fill his bath with cold water. Ah, but he shouldn’t waste water during the dry season. Everyone was being a bit more careful with water use at these times…

So that left the one jokingly made suggestion that his brother’s husband had teased him with. Lan Xichen was probably thinking too hard about what he suggested. But…

He was suggesting I indulge myself.

It was an inappropriate behavior to do so, which is to say. Not very encouraged™ in this clan. But now that he was thinking about it…It was constantly in the back of his mind, which meant it was constantly a struggle for his little ‘friend’ to stay docile.

And today was so hot.

He tugged at his lapels until his entire chest was exposed and fanned himself, groaning quietly. “Why did the heavens decide to heat the earth like we’re dinner?”

He really did feel miserable, every time he shifted feeling the heat between his legs as well, mind fogged over with the heat and body betraying his discipline.

He stole a glance into his mirror and he ended up unable to tear his eyes away. If he was exposed to someone right now, he would be quite embarrassed. But..

His skin was glistening in all the right areas, albeit subtly. Flushed rosy hues dusted the crowns of his cheeks, his nose, his…

He wondered quietly about a future wife or perhaps…a husband, coming in and seeing him like this. He felt a small throb move from his stomach and down, and took a small, breathy inhale shortly after. 

So what if he indulged in a bit of a fantasy? He was by himself and would be for the whole day. It was hot and he was told at least one solution he could but wasn’t using.

At this point, he couldn’t grasp his self control, but he could grasp something else.

He groaned quietly as his fingers traced the warm heat pressing up against his hand from beneath his robes, and god he wanted to remove them so badly. He surprised himself with how fast he did, and how fast his clumsy fingers went to work.

“M-mngh, oh…” He panted quietly, the heat in his palm pulsing with each little movement of his hips.

“My, my handsome husband is so pitiful like this, all by his lonesome too!”

He shuddered as his imagination filled in someone’s voice, a tremor shaking his body imagining their lips by his ear and whispering to him while…god forbid, they also touch him. 

“Look at how messy you’ve gotten! Allow me-”

He couldn’t help the tremble in his voice as he moaned, the sound actually embarrassing him as it slipped from his tongue, pushing more and more of his robes away until practically all that was left was bunched around his abdomen under his sash or his ankles.

His length wept in his hand, the thought of someone’s tongue anywhere on his sensitive skin leaving his chest heaving. He forgot where he was, the sensation of pleasure and overwhelming heat canceling out any other thoughts he may have once had.

“Husband,”

His knees trembled as his thumb ran over the tip of that sensitive glans.

“Cum for me.”

Lan Xichen’s breath suddenly picked up and he bucked into his hand, leaning back heavily against the wall as an intense wave of pleasure washed over his body.

He swallowed and looked into the mirror once more. He was right, if someone walked in on him like this he would be very embarrassed. 

Though, he was finding it hard not to do it again.

.    ☀    .

“You seem to be in a better mood lately, er-ge.” Nie Huaisang watched Lan Xichen pour the two tea, hiding his face behind his favorite fan. “You look a little less mad at the world. It doesn’t seem cooler yet though.”

Lan Xichen paused and only a hint of something rosy tinted his cheeks. He cleared his throat and smiled, “I just started wearing less layers, visiting the cold springs a bit more…” He trailed off, staring at his hot tea with disdain, “Ah, I still think it's too hot for tea though.”

“He just started sweating to beat the heat!”

Lan Xichen’s head turned so fast Huaisang was surprised it didn't fall off.

Wei Wuxian covered his mouth and laughed as Lan Wangji sighed and pulled his husband away from the Yashi. “Apologies Xiongzhang.”

Lan Xichen held his head while Nie Huaisang fought not to laugh aloud. At least his brother had mercy on him.

“I would like to hear more, er-ge.”

Lan Xichen just knew that Huaisang was smiling behind that fan.

Thanks for reading 😊💖✨

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#Chapter 2 #Not Just Summer Heat #ficlet #Suns Out Buns Out! #suns out buns out #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #lxc #mdzs lxc #lan xichen #lan huan #solo lxc #mdzs fanfiction #sketches #sketch #masterbation #fantasizing #summer #bunny au #gusu lan #lxc is single but you can pretend it's anyone he's thinking about really ;3 #side characters: #wei wuxian #wei ying #wwx #lwj #lan wangji #lan zhan #nie huaisang

[circus-mcgurkus]

yap sesh about the best game to ever exist on Roblox: pokemon brick bronze

okay so. as a child without access to a 3ds and an unhealthy obsession with Pokémon, my only available options were listening to my 2 friends (only one of which actually had a 3ds) talk about Pokémon and role play and stuff. whatever. but ROBLOX!!! hell yeah. brick bronze was built to be an actual, fully developed Pokémon game, FOR FREE (with slight exceptions for game passes such as shiny/legendary hunting boosts). Even with these things that cost money (or robux, whatever) they didn’t actually impact the game that much. Shinies have no difference to their normal counterpart other than color, and they can of course be hunted with normal methods at standard odds. Legendaries had incredibly small chances to appear in any wild encounter, usually only after being "released" by completing a puzzle related to them. However, these puzzles very rarely ended without an encounter — you usually got one guaranteed shot at catching the pokemon, which you could save before hand to get as many chances as you'd need. Point being that the game is 100% enjoyable without spending a cent. (Don't talk to me about Ash Greninja.)

When it comes to the plot and story, perhaps my vision is blurred by the past and being a naive child, but it was amazing. You're a child of two archeologists who seal off a tunnel due to dangers, but that's not too important. You and your best friend Jake embark on your very own pokemon adventure: you are allowed to pick any starter from generations 1-7, and Jake always ends with an Eevee (Bastard - I wanted an Eevee). Before you leave the lab, your parents give you a parting gift: A Bronze Brick, attached to a necklace, for good luck. After leaving town, you’re almost immediately called back, with news that your parents have been kidnapped by the evil Team Eclipse. Cypress, the Pokémon professor, advises you to take the Bronze Brick to one of his associates in the next town over, to see what the last thing your parents left you was. You do, but the girl reveals herself to be a member of Team Eclipse, and runs off with the brick. You chase her down and get it back. Fast forward a while; you run into some more Team Eclipse shenanigans in the cities of gym 2 and gym 3; they’re trying to harness Groudon and Kyogre. You shut those two plots down, and meet the other rival: Tessa. The plots great, but I’m bored now.

The most interesting things are the small side things you can do: there isn’t a quest system in game, but there’s always little things slightly off the beaten path that you can find by exploring buildings and talking to NPCs. Chief among these are Legendary and Mythical encounters. Many, many legendary Pokémon are sprinkled throughout the world, for those brave enough to find them (or those smart enough to open the Wiki). Three legendary Pokémon live in one volcano: Groudon, who is encountered

Forgot I had this draft laying around. You guys can have it. I’ll do more PBB ramblings later

#pokemon #Pokémon brick bronze #PBB #Roblox #god this game stole so much time from me

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Happy STS Elli!

Let's talk about editing! What is your process for editing? Do you do everything yourself or do you have beta readers (or other helpers?). How much do you edit and polish your story before you let other people see it? Do you tend to edit chapter per chapter or do you prefer finishing the entire story first and then edit the finished story?

Happy STS, Ari!

Why can't we be talking about something nice? Let's not talk about editing! We could talk about flowers, or kitties, or...

(I'm joking. I am suffering through needing to edit two things, so instead obviously I went back to something else that has less chance to drive me to set myself on fire.)

I do have two people who look over (almost) everything I write, fixing my abhorrent misuse of prepositions and snacking on all my ands, hads, and thats. Those people can usually see everything I write the moment I am done. I have occasionally looked for other beta readers, because it's harder for those two to notice if something is unclear, because I have dragged them kicking and screaming through the whole creation process :D

I don't use any kind of software other than the regular spellcheck (it's bad) of gdocs. I always wanted to look at some like Grammarly and PWA, but uhhhh... I've been lazy, and thanks to AI fucking up the suggestions, I'm not sure that's the way to go anymore.

So it's mostly using a list of phrases I know use too often, looking at flow and sentence starters/structure, praying I guess the commas right, and fixing whatever else someone reading might have noticed.

For Glass Shards and other pieces I posted chapter by chapter, I obviously had to edit them before the whole thing was done. I am moderately unhappy about a handful of continuation "errors" that way, which is one of the reasons I won't continue that format.

Otherwise, I don't give a single crap about all the advice telling you never to edit in the first draft. I don't usually go back to edit, but I can get stuck on a line for ages because it's not right yet. And sometimes, I have time to "edit" when I don't have time to write, for example on the tram or in bed. I hate writing on my phone, but I can read what I wrote and leave little notes.

The first read-through comes when I am done, fixing all notes I left and the most obvious crap, and then again a few weeks later. As for the last one - I don't know, haven't arrived there yet.

#salad-ask #aria-benedetto #sts ask #The one I am currently messing with is heal my wounds which was the last one I was 'done' with so ehhhh #just a little polish you know #:D

[hockeyboysimagines]

The girl with the broken smile

Part 1

Pairing: Travis Konecny x Natasha (Nash) Daniels

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of alcohol and STDs, lots of angst and some fist fighting.

Hi there! This a short little three shot about Nash and Travis that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while. So I figured hey, why not? Let me know if you want to read part two. If you have not read Say it to me softly please do. This won’t make sense otherwise. Enjoy!

Pain.

That was all Nash could feel as she looked at the test results from her gynecologist visit. She’d read the words a million times and she still came up with the same answer.

You’ve tested positive for Chlamydia.

She obviously was not expecting the results she’d received from her doctor, as she was living with her boyfriend and wasn’t sexually active with anyone besides him, but here she was with a positive test result. A routine screening had now derailed her entire world.

Justin had been cheating.

She’d been sitting at her table for a while now, so long she’d lost track of time. She’d been so embarrassed when the doctor read those words aloud in front of the nurse and even though she knew the truth about how she got it, it still made her feel ashamed. She’d left the office, mortified with medication and went straight home, making it inside before she’d had a breakdown.

She was numb, cold, sad and filled with uncertainty about what was going to happen with her future. But one thing she was sure of in that moment was that needed to make a phone call.

Travis.

With shaky hands she found his number, waiting while it rang three times before he answered.

“Hey!” He said brightly on the other end of the phone.

“Hey Trav.” Her lip trembled and she tried to keep her voice steady “Are-are you busy?”

“No…what’s wrong?”

He could hear she was crying and he knew Justin probably had something to do with it.

Man did he hate that guy. He’d known something was off about him the minute he met him, and his dislike had grown even larger over the past year. He’d changed Nash and turned her inside out so that to Travis she was almost unrecognizable, and he didn’t like it one bit. He treated her like dirt, and Travis spent as little time around him as possible for fear that he might murder him with his bare hands. And he didn’t keep it a secret either. He went out of his way to inconvenience Justin’s life as much as he could, and did everything in his power to come between them but Nash was holding on for dear life, like she was afraid Justin would bolt at any minute.

“Nothing. Could you just come over? Please?” Her voice broke at the last part and Travis frowned.

“Sure. Be there in 10.”

She was vaguely aware of his car rolling up outside and him coming in the door, but it wasn’t until he leaned down in front of her and his hand came down on her knee, that she registered he was in her house.

“Hey. What’s this?” He tugged the paper from her hand and his eyes moved over the words, first surprised and then furious.

“Is this-?”

“He’s been cheating on me.” Nash said quietly, a single tear slipping from her eyelid and rolling down her cheek.

“Nash. I’m so sorry-I-I’m so sorry.” He moved to sit next to her and her sobs then came full force. He rubbed her back soothingly until she was all cried out, and then braced a hand on either side of her shoulder to lean her backwards.

“What are you going to do?”

She shrugged and rubbed her forehead “I don’t know Trav. What do I do?”

“Well for starters, we gotta get you out of here. Where is he anyway?”

“Work trip. He’ll be home the day after tomorrow.”

“Good gives us plenty of time. After we do that, then I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Trav-“

“I don’t wanna hear it Nash. I gave the guy tons of chances. My patience with him has run the fuck out and I’ve had enough.”

She didn’t say anything just nodded and let out a hiccup.

“Let me round up some of the guys, we’ll come over tomorrow and help you pack. You can stay with me till you find a place. No rush. Seriously.”

“Okay.” She said shakily, managing a small smile “I’m going to order food. Your gonna stay right?”

“Sure if you want me to. I’ll call the guys.”

They went in opposite directions and Travis left through the front door to sit on the porch.

He angrily punched in Nolan’s number and waited till it rang, foot tapping the pavement loudly.

“Hello?”

“I’m so fucking angry, fucking Justin that fucking -“ Travis started spewing hatred until Nolan stopped him.

“Whoa buddy. Calm down. What happened?”

He took a deep breath and let it put through his nose “I’m here, at Nash’s house. Justin has been cheating on her, and he has a fucking STD Pat. A fucking STD! How could he do that shit? Now she has it too! I swear I’m gonna fucking murder this guy and I-”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck.” Nolan cut him off from the other end. He heard him let out a loud sigh and then he was quiet for a few moments “What’s she gonna do?”

“She’s leaving him and she doesn’t have a choice. But I need your help. Think you can loop in some of the guys to help pack tomorrow maybe Libby too? I want her things packed and ready to move before he gets back from his work trip the next day.”

Travis heard muffled conversation in the background and then Kevin’s voice came on to the phone “An STD?!” He sounded outraged “I’m in, let’s kill him.”

“Okay you two calm down. We’re not killing anyone. I’ll call Hartsy and Beezer, and I don’t think you’ll be able to keep Libby away.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Is she okay?”

“Not at all. But she will be.”

“Take care of her Teeks.”

“We ride at dawn!” Kevin yelled in the background.

“I always do.” Trav said his goodbyes and hung up the phone. When he let himself back in Nash was seated on the sofa, knees pulled up to her chest, wine glass in hand and another sitting on the table for him. He sat down heavily and rubbed a hand over his face.

“Tomorrow morning, the guys are going to come over to help pack. Libby too.

She nodded and said “Okay. Do they uh-do they know?”In the smallest voice he had ever heard.

“I had to tell them Nash but it’s okay. They love you and they aren’t judging you for this okay? I want you to act like things are totally normal if he calls you. Don’t let on that you know anything. Understand? That fucker will come home early to try and talk you into staying and the answer is no. You know that right? There’s no coming back from this?”

“I know.” She said as a tear ran down her cheek and dropped onto her shirt, spreading across the fabric “I get it.”

“I’m staying over tonight.” He gestured to the sofa behind him “And we’ll get started early.”

“Is there something wrong with me?” She asked, eyes boring into her wine glass.

“What? No this isn’t your fault. This is on Justin okay? I mean the guys a real dick Nash.”

“Why would he do this to me?” Her voice cracked at the end, and her lower lip trembled.

“Because he’s an asshole and a piece of shit that’s why. That’s what guys like him do.”

Travis was both angry and relieved about the whole thing. The fact that Justin had done this lit him on fire, but the fact that he now would finally be able to get Nash away from him was like a weight off his shoulders.

He had only ever wanted the best for her, going as far as burying his own feelings for her in order to do so. He’d liked Nash from the start, and at one time had planned to try and take the next steps with her but then Justin had ruined everything, and for the past year he’d taken a back step and watched as the guy turned Nash inside out.

It was painful for him to know that she was completely oblivious about how he felt about her, and while she was google eyed over a guy who didn’t care about her, Travis was standing there with his heart leaking out of his chest for her. But it wasn’t about him. It was about Nash now.

This would destroy her and for all he knew she may never have another relationship again. So he would remain where he was, a step back with his heart still leaking out of his chest for as long as he had to.

“I know this is tough okay? I’m not good at all this sentimental, girl talk shit but. I’m here for you always, you know that right? And I don’t want you to rush around trying to find a place to stay. You can stay with me for a while, at least until we make sure Justin is going to leave you alone. I don’t want you to worry about any of this.”

“Thanks Trav. But it’s okay. I know it’s over. I can’t come back from this. I’ll never trust him again.”

“Good. I’m glad you get that.”

They were silent for a while, just sitting until food arrived. Travis reached in the bag and handed her a fortune cookie.

“You know.” He said as he opened his and cracked it “You can add ‘in bed’ to the end of any fortune and it makes sense?”

“Really?”

“Totally. You go first.”

She straightened her fortune out and cleared her throat as she read it “People admire your flexibility…in bed.” She blushed and laughed a little.

“Ooh kinky.” Travis said with a chuckle as he pulled out his own “You will receive an unexpected gift from an acquaintance…in bed.”

“Aren’t you Nolan roommates on the road?” Nash asked with a small smile.

“Shut up.” He said, but was smiling anyways.

Nothing warmed his heart quite like Nash when she smiled. It was about the only thing that could make a bad day better, and dark turn into light. He would act like a complete dumbass sometimes just to see it. He found himself often openly staring at her, and it was almost embarrassing how much he loved her but he was glad he was able to keep it mostly to himself.

He got her talking then, about everything and anything but Justin until she was yawning.

“Go to bed, stress makes the body shut down. I’m gonna be up for a little bit.”

“I’ll get you a pillow and some blankets, unless.” She trailed off and looked at her feet, teeth scraping across her lip.

“Unless?”

“I mean you can just come and sleep in my room..if you want that is.”

“Oh uh. Sure I mean if you want me to.”

She turned and he followed her down the hallway heart beating so loudly he could feel it in his ears. He’d seen Nash’s bedroom before obviously, but he’d never been alone in it with her in the dark.

“I uh-I just washed the sheets so you don’t have to-“

“I wasn’t even thinking about that. It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed Nash. Remember this isn’t your fault.”

“I know. I’m gonna go wash my face, if you wanna get in….the bed.” She added awkwardly.

As she closed the bathroom door it occurred to him he’d brought nothing to sleep in.

Shirt on? Pants off? Socks?

He pulled his shirt over his head and then immediately shrugged it back on. He stepped from his jeans and then glanced around hanging them on a chair.

“There’s a pair of your gym shorts and a shirt in the third drawer down.” She called from the bathroom, almost like she knew he was in distress on the other side of the door.

“Okay. Thanks.” He called, pulling the drawer open and the clothing out. As he shut it and glanced up he spotted something that made him smile.

It was the only picture they’d ever taken together and it sat neatly on her dressed. She had her arms wrapped around him, head resting on his chest, wine induced smile across her face. It had been taken 2 weeks before she met Justin when Travis had thought maybe there was a chance and his dreams had been shattered.

He pulled the shorts on, pulling his shirt over his head and sat down on her bed just as she opened the door. She too had changed, into a large T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He tried not to look at her legs as she walked across the room and turned the light off, before slipping into bed next to him.

“Hey Trav?” She asked after a few minutes of silence. He turned his head towards her. He could barley make out her silhouette in the darkness but he could see she was on her back, staring at the ceiling.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for this. All of it.”

“You don’t need to thank me for this.”

“I do. I know you’ve never liked Justin, but you’ve been putting up with him for me. Your doing this for me, I think sometimes I don’t say thank you for just being you enough and I should. I don’t know what I would do without you Trav. I love you.”

Travis bit his lip and cleared his throat “I love you too. Everything is going to be okay.” He reached down to find her hand in the darkness and gave it a squeeze “I promise.”

She turned to look at him, her face less than 6 inches from his own. He wanted to kiss her and wondered for a second if she’d let him, but this wasn’t the right time.

But if she had tried it, he would risk it for her. But instead she turned back to the ceiling and didn’t say another word, but left her hand in his until they both fell asleep.

*********

Nash was vaguely aware of a very warm body next to her the next morning. She smiled sleepily and snuggled deeper under the blankets breathing in a familiar smell and letting out a content sigh. A warm hand was resting on her lower back and legs were entangled in her own and she never wanted to move until she heard the door freak open.

“What the fuck is this.”

And then she remembered she was in bed with Travis.

Justin was standing in the doorway, mouth hanging open as both she and Travis sat upright. She realized what it must have looked like, them tangled in bed together, Travis shirtless and for a minute she panicked but then she remembered he gave her chlamydia and she stopped caring.

“You!” Travis spat and jumped out of bed. Justin blinked rapidly and bolted from the room, Travis following close behind as Nash scrambled out of bed.

“Travis no!” She yelled as he chased Justin down the hall and into the living room. Just as he neared him the front door banged open and all 6”5 inches of Kevin came barreling inside followed by Nolan, Joel and Carter and then Libby who rushed to her and enveloped her into a hug.

Kevin grabbed Travis just as he gripped the front of Justin’s shirt and made to swing on him. Nolan gave Justin a shove away from him and helped Kevin hold Travis back.

“It’s not worth it stop!” Kevin huffed as Travis thrashed around trying to get loose. Carter was standing back eyes moving around as he and Joel stood between her and Justin. Nash felt tears prick at her eyes as Travis and Justin started screaming at one another before Justin turned on her.

“You little whore. The second I go on a business trip you give it up. I fucking knew it! How long?”

“Me? I’m the whore?”

“I work my ass off to support you and I get to come home early to surprise you, only to find you in bed with him.” He pointed at Travis who lunged again just missing him.

“You gave me Chlamydia Justin!” Nash yelled, tears spilling from her eyes. Libby squeezed her arm “You cheated on me and gave me fucking Chlamydia!!”

“And I’d do it again you little slut.”

“Hey!” Libby yelled angrily “Don’t you talk to her like that!”

“Shut up you little-“

But anything else he had to say was cut short because Joel gave him a giant shove into the kitchen counter, and Travis got loose from Nolan and Kevin.

“No!” Nash screamed as Travis swung and hit Justin squarely on the cheek bone. Carter turned her around and gave her and Libby a push towards the hallway.

“Get out of here!” He yelled and turned back to the commotion in the kitchen as Libby ushered her down the hallway.

Nash cried silent tears as Libby closed and locked the bedroom door before turning to her. She could still here a lot of yelling from elsewhere in her house but it was drowned by her sobs.

“Nash I’m so sorry.” She pulled her into a long hug while Nash cried on her shoulder.

“Why? Why me?”

“Because he’s a life ruiner and that’s what guys like him do. But he is NEVER going to do this to you again do you hear me?”

Nash nodded and Libby handed her a tissue. She heard some slamming around and a door slamming and then some conversation before silence. Libby stood to unlock the door and disappeared down the hall a minute before she returned and then poked her head in the room.

“Coast is clear. You can come out now.”

Nash followed Libby down the hall, stepping around several smashed picture frames that littered the floor. A table had been knocked over, and a lamp broken, but everything else looked to be in tact. Kevin was in the kitchen rummaging in her freezer for ice, throwing the cubes down on to a washcloth, while Travis was seated at the island rubbing his hand. Joel was speaking quietly to him, talking him down like only Joel could. Carter turned and spotted her, and slid off his stool to give her a hug.

“Are you okay?“ he asked softly resting his chin on the top of her head. She sighed and returned his hug, eyes closing finally feeling safe, which was Carters superpower. Then she heard the door open.

Nolan had entered the house shutting the door behind him and locking it before turning to face them. He looked mad, cheeks red but untouched otherwise.

“He left. I don’t think he’ll be back anytime soon. So let’s get packing eh?”

The guys started moving around wordlessly, having brought boxes and tape and other moving essentials. Conversation started to flow, and Nash didn’t miss the way they kept “accidentally” knocking things over that belonged to Justin.

“You okay?” Nolan asked as he brought her a box full of her stuff and sat next to her.

“I’m alright just…ya know.” He handed her the roll of tape and watched as she rolled it out and smoothed it over the lid of the box.

“You know this isn’t your fault right? And that things are gonna get so much better from here in out. I haven’t seen Travis this excited in a long time. He can’t wait to have a roommate again.”

Nolan wouldn’t tell her why Travis was really happy, even though Travis never said it out loud to him his feelings for Nash were obvious.

“Speaking of roommates.” Nash said as she pushed the box out of the way and started doing another one “When’s your girl coming?”

Two spots of pink appeared on Nolan’s cheeks and he smiled “A few weeks. But it’s not-“

“Not like that yeah yeah if you say so. Are you excited?” They had never met Sawyer, only heard of her. For a while Travis had insisted she wasn’t real but Nolan’s imaginary friend, until he forced Nolan to call her to prove she wasn’t a figment but a real person.

“Yeah.” Nolan said nonchalantly but his eyes told a different story “It’ll be nice to see her all the time again.” He smiled a little.

“I see…” Nash said side eyeing him. He glanced over and cleared his throat.

“As a friend of course.”

“Oh Nolan. If you like her maybe you should just see what happens-“ but Nolan was shaking his head.

“No it’s not like that with us. Never has been.” He said quietly hands fiddling with a roll of tape. He was staring at his feet, and Nash had the distinct impression he wasn’t being honest.

“Never?”

“Uh no. She’s just my friend.”

“We’ll I’m excited to meet ‘Just your friend’ in a few weeks.”

He smiled and nodded before standing and wandering away. She caught Travis’s eye and sent him a small smile before Libby called her to the bedroom to help sort out what was hers.

*************

Her house was officially packed but would require another day to move out. The guys would head over in the morning to retrieve the rest of her things so she wouldn’t have to see Justin. They’d piled the boxes neatly in the corner, and filed out of the house to wait for her, giving her a few moments alone for what might be the last time she’d ever see her home.

She looked sadly around at the now nearly empty house. She’d taken everything that was hers and the house looked strange without half the things in it.

“Ready?” She turned to find Travis standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets

“Yeah just taking one last look I guess.”

He nodded and waited as she flipped off the lights and followed him to the door, locking it behind her. She felt a hot tear prick her eye and brushed it away hurriedly as she hugged everyone goodbye.

“Thank you guys.” She touched her heart and smiled at them.

“Anytime!” Joel called over his shoulder. Libby gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her she’d see her tomorrow and after Nolan and Kevin left it was just her and Travis sitting in his car in the dark.

“Ready to go…roomie?” He asked with a small smile. He held out his hand.

Nash looked at it and smiled, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze “Take me home roomie.”

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[xxlucyxlolaxx]

Scattered thoughts!!

Okay, here's some ideas I have...@lilc77

The Princess is sick, he found her alone in the middle of dirt path. The moment she gets better slightly, her fever returns and she is bedbound again.

Cannot remember what happened to her and how she ended up unconscious and alone.

So based on that dream I could do something like umm maybe she can barely walk so he carries her a bit and travel the road to find the closest doctor who might help so there could be a scene with him holding her in his arms near the fire....maybe because the weather is slightly chilly. But he could learn that she was cursed by something unknown because of the fact she was destined for something never seen before. A daughter who is a Nephalem who would be the wife of the king "Sebastian." A great union and combined powers they are afraid of, so they want to kill her before this happens.

To explain why Chizuru was not hunted down for the fact that she is the mother of the king is because as I mentioned in Hijichi story. Sebastian's Prophecy is unclear and they aren't sure when or how or who?

Or maybe I ditch this plotline entirely and start over with something else.

Maybe he was returning home in the road and then by chance he stumbles upon her traveling as well.

He learns from her that the Village of Yase isn't doing too well and they are in the process of moving to another place and build all over again. So he offers her to come with him to his village, stay there for a few days until things work well. She can bring her people with her. It might be possible to make some space for them to live temporarily in the Kazama village.

So she agrees and goes with him, but Sen has been tormented by a dream she couldn't understand, (Haven't yet thought about what the dream could be, but it supposed to foreshadow her future with Kazama and their daughter who will held some of the angel powers.) Maybe I could try to write interactions between the two near the pond where in the future Kondo would meet Sara.

What do you think the conversation starters could be about?

I have a slight something from an old draft,,,that could be something.

....

"So you finally stopped chasing Chizuru and Hijikata  for your so called pride and bloodline?”

She could see very clearly her question made him tense. His body stiffened slightly before he avoided her eyes. “ There comes a time, when you realize your actions are wrong.” He whispered. “ You have no choice but to accept it and learn to move on.”

....

Then someday Sen sees a box left in her room, thinking maybe it was one of her people who brought some of her luggage there but the moment she opens it, it turns out to be poison and she falls ill.

So this could lead to the dream with him holding her next to the fire while he hears the words of someone saying. "That woman is cursed."

And so use the lore I said in that other plot, the destiny for her to birth a girl who would be a Nephalem and the wife of the king....et-cetera.

......

That's all I have, for now. @lilc77

[mckinleyrp]

it's almost the weekend! happy thursday, members! i was originally gonna post this on wednesday, but i accidentally deleted my entire post and i didn't want to have to redo it, oops. but i'm just here to give you all a little admin update with the group.

i am continuing to update our masterlist as well as our extracurriculars/sport pages, so please give it a look to make sure things are all correct. we are still in need of captain/co-captions of the new directions, the troubletones, duly noted, and junior varsity. if anything, we might find some leader roles for our mattress episode 1x12, just in time for club photos. if your character is a captain or has a specific role in our athletics, please shoot me a message through discord or through here. i have added more characters to our masterlist, such as members from dalton academy. our main cast is filling up quickly, so i am opening more roles in case anyone wants to snag a secondary characters. please let me know if there's something you'd like added to the main so i can make it available for all of you. click the read more below to read some important details of the group.

future plans as of this week:

i'm planning on making a list of locations in lima ( ex. breadstix, the lima bean, rinky dinks, etc. ) to reference to in case you happen to do private paras and such! and speaking of paras, feel free to do 1 on 1's with other characters to stir up some drama. and something i'm looking forward to that i think will be tons of fun is doing a "that's what you missed on..." post. it'll just give you guys a recap of the week, catching you up on all the fun connections you guys made and seeing how our redo of each episode ends up being. it'll be posted every sunday! i am also planning either every friday or saturday to do a meme/prompt day! in the next week or two, we will be hosting our first event at mckinley! the plot is currently in development, so hopefully we'll have some new friends come our way in the meantime.

a few reminders:

activity checks will perform every monday! if you haven't posted for 6+ days, you will be removed. you will be given a warning if you haven't posted anything in 4-5 days. i ask that everyone replies to each and every starter, just so people don't get left out. if you need a hiatus, don't hesitate to come and ask me. you are not required to answer questions and/or send questions every day. you can queue them or even save them in your drafts to post later. after sending in your account, don't forget to turn your askbox and anonymous on. we would love to send some questions in but can't do so unless it's on. after sending your account in, you have another 48 hours to make a post or at least reply to 2 other starters. if you happen to be busy, please let me know.

#glee rp #wmacadmin

[shimmerbeasts]

I got some awesome news, people! Somehow, I managed to get down to only two drafts left in my ask. Hopefully, I have it in me to somehow do them tomorrow either before or after work. I also wanna remember to return to work on my Jinx fanfic and play League again more regularly. I think starting a new job really threw me for a loop there. In regards to the owed starters, I hope I can get them done by this week end too. Mind you, I will queue them too, so people might have to wait a long while for them to pop up.

#cat wrangler: out of character

[countlessrealities]

🔥 any subject you want, go wild lmao

Unpopular opinions || Accepting !

[OOC] Let's talk about a very common and very general issue, which is the foundation of pretty much all the problems in the RPC (at least in my opinion, then hey, I could be wrong, but this is how I see it).

People use the excuse "RPing is a hobby" to act like selfish assholes towards the people who are not their besties or favourites or whatever.

I could write a whole essay about this, but I'm gonna sum it up because I doubt that anyone wants to see me going on a 2k words rant on dash xD

Taking care of your mental health, assure your comfort and prioritise your issues is legit and valid. Everyone has the right to do it because yes, this is a hobby. Real life comes first, and I'm a firm believer of this.

However, this doesn't give you the right to enact a certain series of behaviours because that's not creating your safe space, that's being a self-entitled JERK. Here's some example

Letting OTHER people do all the work when it comes to initiate interactions. And this include: coming out with plot idea, writing starters, sending memes, reaching out in general

Linked to the point above, sending a meme takes literally five seconds, so there is no excuse for NEVER sending one to people. I'm not talking about interaction memes, because if you don't want extra threads, that's completely understandable. But mun memes, HC memes, things that can be left as a one-shot, etc? You should spend those FIVE SECONDS to send something in. Especially if the other person does it with you

And that leads me to a more general point: taking people for granted. I don't know where this idea comes from, but a lot of RPers just assume that their mutuals / followers will keep on feeding them stuff without them having to raise a finger in return. That's NOT how it works. RPing is a two-ways street and sooner or later people get fed up and leave. And then said people wonder why no one wants to interact with them -insert long eyeroll-

Crying for attention on main and trying to guilt-trip people. Guilt-tripping is ALWAYS wrong, no matter the context. It's a fucking asshole move and that's were people should shove it. That said, feeling down about low interactions is normal, we've all been there. But how about actively looking for them instead of sitting on your ass and waiting for them to fall in your lap?

Posting replies always and anyway at your convenience, without giving a shit about people who OPENLY SAY that they are struggling. You wanna get that particular draft done? Cool, your free to do it, nothing against that. But instead of dumping it without a care in the world, how about scheduling it so that it posts in a week? It's not that hard.

...I could go on, but I want. Instead I'll put down what I think are easy basic rules NOT to be a selfish asshole: pull your weight, try to match people's efforts, keep your mutuals' biggest needs in mind, show interest.

And the most important of all: DON'T BE A FUCKING ASSHOLE.

#[ ooc :: mun scotty on comm ] #[ ooc :: scotty's big cup of salt ] #sinruby #[[ thank you for the chance to rage x'D ]] #[[ it took me a while to pick because SO MANY THINGS ]]

[merrock]

HAPPY FIRST OF NOVEMBER!

How are there only two months left in this year?! It’s gone by so quickly! But we’re looking forward to spending the holiday season with you guys and having as much fun as possible. As usual, we’re here with a rundown of what to expect in November, a boost for our monthly prompt, some stuff to work on / keep in mind, and a look at the months ahead. Read on!

HAPPENING IN NOVEMBER:

november 3rd -- election day in merrock : voting is ongoing for our 2022 election, where we will be choosing a mayor and new members to sit on town council. IC, the election takes place on November 3rd, and OOC, you can vote up until 8PM on that night. (vote here!)

november 6th - 20th -- costa rica trip : happening for two weeks, starting on November 6th, everyone will be taking a trip to Costa Rica! Feel free to talk to the Benefactor to get more info, but we can’t wait to see everyone in bikinis and board shorts and having a blast.

november 24th -- food drive & dinner : to help those in town who need food and a place to eat it, the Community Center will be hosting a dinner, and also handing out canned and boxed foods for those who need it. Volunteers are needed and welcomed!

november 26th -- railway 5k : our annual run, the Railway 5K is for young and old runners alike, those who have a lot of experience and those who have very little. Run for fun, run or a reason, run for someone, just get out there and run!

the fun stuff -- enjoy the last regular season football game away on November 4th. we have a fun event on November 12th in Costa Rica for everyone to enjoy cocktails (plus a few others). And there will be shopping specials in Merrock for Black Friday on November 25th, and small business Saturday on November 26th.

EXTRA BIT OF FUN:

One thing we’ve yet to really delve into in town is how your character in particular feels about the Benefactor. So while we’ll probably do some fun moodboard or task next month to lighten things up and get into the holiday spirit, November’s development prompt is focused on the Mysterious Benefactor and is all about how you feel about them being in control of our town! What better time than as they’re taking us on a trip?!

RULES & REMINDERS:

as usual, a reminder to re-read our rules, and make sure that you are familiar with the expectations and guidelines. i’m likely going to address any activity issues after the trip, so just a few things to go over today.

if you're not already in the habit of doing so, be sure to check the starter master list before diving into other replies! it can make someone's whole day to feel included and get a reply right away, as opposed to hours or sometimes even days later.

try to be as fair as possible with activity: keep all characters active, reply to oldest stuff first, don't let finished replies sit in drafts (or queues!) for long periods of time, just be mindful that others depend on you for activity. (and on the other side, do be patient with each other, too!)

remember to just be inclusive and kind to everyone! as admin, i can say likes to our mod posts, events, tasks, etc. make us feel like you're paying attention and appreciate the work we do. and as players, you guys know comments on your OOC posts, likes on socials, giggling about outfits in replies, it all feels good! also, chatting in other spaces is fine, but do remember this is a tumblr based group -- be sure you're checking and replying to messages, and keeping an eye on the OOC blog, as well!

THINGS BEHIND THE SCENES:

costa rica is in the bag! all of the event posts will be drafted and ready to go later this afternoon. keep an eye on the benefactor’s page through the day, as a post will be going up with some IC (and OOC!) information he wants you all to have.

as we mentioned, we are going to be a bit more lenient around the winter holidays with activity. i will have an announcement upon the return from our trip about what our expectations will be! this will likely go into effect then through the beginning of January.

the latter half of november and december might be a bit slower around here with events and parties, and that’s simply because we’re busy as admins, and so are you, as players! but we still have some really fun, laidback things planned!

... plus, I have stuff saved to start working on most of 2023 already! and we’re always open to ideas you have, or even your own characters hosting events or parties!

That’s about it from us! Thank you guys for making Halloween a lot of fun, and we look forward to what the winter season brings, as well. We know that these next couple of months are always hectic and busy -- we appreciate any and all activity that you can toss our way. We’re always here to chat and help you out if you need advice with keeping up or balancing activity, too! Be patient, be kind, and stay warm. Let’s have a grand November. xx

#merrockadmin

[americanedpsychoarchived]

gonna get the rest of those starters up by the end of the weekend, i don't have too many left to do but i might work on a draft / meme or two before i go and get some sleep!

#i had a job interview today and it went good ?? i think ? #╰ out of americanedpsycho. #then i had to go to work !

[conduitandconjurer]

sorry this got long, so keep scrolling if you aren’t in a headspace for a mutual to vent ooc. 

i’m upset for stupid reasons that, i think, go back to bigger or deeper things IRL.

i’m upset that i’ve been too busy as my mother’s sole caretaker OR playing frantic catch-up at work (i’m a professor and it involves a LOT of grading, lecturing, reading, and writing, and frankly extracurricular things like counseling and reporting concerns about students’ emotional or physical safety) to do things like shower, sleep 7-8 hours a night, eat as healthily as i should, exercise, and most of all, do ANYTHING creative to my own satisfaction. it has been more than a WEEK since i have showered! it has been since JUNE since i have even started a complete, finished, full-color artwork. 

yeah, i know the positivity drill: “you create things for your own joy, not to be good at them.” but i only enjoy making things (image or word) that i can do with a certain degree of thoroughness and depth. i don’t like to half-ass anything. there’s also executive dysfunction borne of crippling anxiety and depression, which are more situational (C-PTSD) than the result of brain chemistry.

so i’m mad. i’m sad. i’m lonely. i’m tired. i want to just have some semblance of a normal adult life. i have not had a normal life since i was diagnosed with an incurable, progressively worsening illness AT AGE SIX. and i have let it get MUCH worse (my kidneys, stomach, eyes, lymph nodes, and blood vessels are all so badly damaged that there is no fixing them, there is just praying they don’t get worse, and now all sensation in my hands is going too: i can barely type this) because i’ve had to take over for my mother (no, insurance won’t help us, believe me, i’ve looked into it: she’s on dialysis but somehow “not sick enough”) and i have NO TIME to see my OWN doctors and do the necessary lifestyle changes to make MYSELF any better. i want to take a shower, and have energy to do anything after that. i want to go on a date. hell, i have a new boyfriend, but i find dating him to be a chore that i dread because i am so fucking drained by the end of the week that I’d rather just go to bed. 

i want to be selfish. i just want to be SELFISH for ONE DAY. 

but i know that’s not realistic.  i mean i live in a world where everyone, EVERYONE, that i know, has just gone back to attending major events maskless, even though COVID is still surging. people like me are apparently expendable; we’re “sick anyway,” so if we die, it’s “expected.”  we get left behind and NO ONE NOTICES. 

i won’t be able to do Sheehantober/Sheetober, whatever it’s called, that super cool thing with all the creative prompts. 

i won’t be able to draw/paint the entire notebook of ideas i’ve had waiting for “free time” since last february.

i won’t have time to answer my drafts here, that have been sitting since may.

i won’t be able to even catch up on Discord threads, and I CAN’T EVEN FIND THE TIME TO CELEBRATE KLAUS’S BIRTHDAY WITH GOOFY LIGHT HEARTED SIMPLE THINGS. I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT IT ENTIRELY. 

but honestly THAT DOESN’T MATTER EITHER, because i haven’t had the time to form many meaningful connections with people (aside two lovely souls who know who they are) in this fandom, and nobody inboxes me or responds to my open starters anyway.  plus if they did, i’d probably be too sick or tired to do a thing about it. 

mom just spilled perishable stuff all over the kitchen floor trying to get her own food, so now i have to go mop that up even though my sciatica is so bad that i’m sweating. this weekend, i have to somehow find time to get a house cleaner, inventory and remove extra dialysis supplies (32 HEAVY boxes to cover), find and buy a table with very specific parameters to hold a dialysis cycler, etc etc etc). a day in the life. 

and you think, “can’t you ask somebody to help?” friend, if you say that, you have never experienced TRUE chronic illness, and how very quickly people you are close to become “too busy” to help when they have to interact with (noncommunicable!) illness, and acknowledge their OWN mortality. 

#ooc #chronic illness cw #medical cw #sickness cw #depression cw #mental health cw #please do not reblog