#i've got time between waiting on people to make their deadlines

[sharpfamily]

The Essay Escapade

There are no lengths at which a good brother won’t go in order to help his sister in need.

*** Just popping in to let you all know that I have a brief description of each of the Sharp children at the very end of this, just in case you want to know a little bit about them. Also at this point in time, Aesop is retired from teaching and runs a successful potions shop with his wife in the hamlet where they both live. ***

Massive, massive MASSIVE shout out to @aesopsharpmybeloved for letting me play in your sandbox and making me believe I could write something that people would actually enjoy reading. This is a companion piece to her series A New Chance at Life and if you haven’t read it what are you even doing here!

- Tea-withjamandbread

It was late, far too late to still be awake, however Theodore Sharp was unable to fall asleep. It made sense, really. As the middle of the semester approached, so did exams and essay deadlines. The fifth year Slytherin had a lot on his mind.

Call it intuition, call it a special “twin bond” like their mother often described it, but something told Theodore he didn’t really need sleep at the moment, not while Natty needed him. So he grabbed his wand and got dressed as quietly as he could before leaving his dorm room headed towards the common room. He wasn’t at all surprised to find his twin sister sitting at the table closest to the fireplace, it was her favorite spot after all. He was surprised, however, to find her surrounded by books, furiously writing on what seemed to be quite the long piece of parchment, tears forming in her eyes.

“Hey there Nat”

The girl barely slowed down her writing. “Theo. It’s late. You should be asleep.”

"Could say the same about you" Theodore placed a hand on his sister's, forcing her to stop what she was doing for a moment. “What’s that you’re working on?” The boy was genuinely confused. Judging by the furious pace at which his sister was writing, he could only deduce she was in the middle of writing an entire essay. While it wasn’t unusual for him to wait until the very last minute to finish his work, Natty was always far more organized than this and seemed to always have her work finished days before it was due for being turned in.

“My DADA essay.” Theo was no Auror (yet) but he distinctly remembered his sister mentioning she had finished writing it last week. “Why are you re-writing your DADA essay? I’m sure the one you already wrote was good enough to”

“I lost it!”

“What?”

“I’m such an idiot Theo!”

“Stop that. I’m supposed to be the dramatic one between the two of us, not you. How did you lose it?”

“I was looking through everything for tomorrow’s classes and I couldn’t find it anywhere. What I DID find though is this.” She pulls out a letter addressed to her parents, back home. “I must have accidentally sent Mum and Dad my essay instead of…” She burst into tears. “So I have to re-write the whole thing now because there’s no way for me to get it back in time to turn it in first thing tomorrow!”

"Maybe if you write to them, they could send it here in time for first class?"

"Even if I DID write to them right now they wouldn't have time to send it… It's due first thing tomorrow morning and you know Mum and Dad, they're not exactly… morning people"

An idea formed in Theodore's brain. It was madness to be certain, he'd be breaking about half a dozen school rules, not to mention it could prove dangerous. "I'll go fetch it then"

Natty looked at her twin like he had grown a second head.

"You're mad"

"I'm assure you I’m not"

"You're going to fly miles away from school and then what? Break into the parents' house?"

"Not exactly. I’m going to use the floo and run the rest of the way! It’ll be good exercise! Plus does it really count as breaking in if you have the key?"

"You're going to get caught"

"Dad's a heavy sleeper"

"Dad used to be an Auror!"

"Yeah I think I've heard him mention that once or twice"

"So you KNOW he'll wake up to the sound of someone in the house when he's not expecting company. Besides, Mum's a light sleeper!"

"And she'll be SO happy to see me IF I get caught, which I don't intend on having happen!”

Natalie looked at the essay she was currently attempting to re-write. It was a mess. Barely legible and when she tried to make sense of the paragraph she had just finished, she knew she couldn't turn this in tomorrow and hope for a good grade. Professor Sallow did have a soft spot for her and her siblings, but that would only help her so much.

"Do it."

"Brilliant! I'll be back in less than an hour!"

Theodore quickly hugged his sister then started walking towards the common room door.

"Wait!" Natalie rushed towards him. "Bring this to them please" She handed her brother the letter she had meant to send her parents earlier that same day.

"Sure thing!"

"Thank you."

"Anything for you, sis!"

With one last hug to his slightly less nervous sister, Theodore was on his way.

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Theodore slowed down his sprint as he approached his childhood home. The sight before him was everything he was hoping for. The chimney had the faintest trace of smoke, indicating that the fires warming the home were mere embers at the moment, and all the windows appeared dark, indicating the occupants of the house were fast asleep. He took a quick peek to the back of the house, where the window leading to his father’s cellar was located. He knew sometimes his father brewed late into the night, however tonight did not appear to be one of those nights.

It occurred to him at that moment that it really wouldn’t be the end of the world if his parents knew he’d visited. He could probably knock on the door and politely ask if he could have Natty’s essay, deliver his letter, get mildly scolded for being away from school after curfew, perhaps he’d be lucky enough to get his hand on some of his mother’s baked goods before going on his merry way. However, if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to know if he could be successful at avoiding detection. Plus, he had promised his sister he wouldn’t get caught and Theodore Ashley Sharp was a man of his word, or at least, he tried his very best to be.

Theodore knows he needs to be as quiet as can be. He didn't want to get caught after all. He cast a disillusionment charm over himself for good measure, although he really didn't think it was needed. This was his childhood home and he knew it like the back of his hand. He knew exactly which floorboards creaked when stepped on and created a mental map of his shortest path from the front door to the drawer where he knew his parents kept their correspondence.

He quietly unlocked the door and stepped inside. The faintest ruffling of feathers to his left caught his attention. Diana. The owl had been a part of their family since before they were even a family from the stories he had been told as a child, and had been retired from messenger duty some number of years ago. Theodore had anticipated the necessity of keeping her quiet and quietly but decisively, reached into his left pocket and grabbed a handful of treats. He extended his arm towards her, hoping his bribe would buy him precious minutes as he continued on with his mission.

He must admit he felt a little ridiculous, hopping from plank to plank, avoiding the ones he knew to be noisy. He wouldn't at all be surprised to learn that these particular planks were left in their squeaky state in order to make it impossible for his siblings and himself to move about the house at night without alerting their parents.

Theodore made his way from the foyer, past the staircase, through the family room, and into the kitchen, moving to stand in front of the exact drawer he knew his parents kept their mail, successfully avoiding each and every problem plank. "The student surpasses the potions master" he thought to himself. He opened the drawer and pulled out a stack of papers, looking for his sister's essay. However, no matter how hard he looked, all he was met with was correspondence regarding his parents' potions shop. Orders, ingredient lists, accounting papers, more orders, more accounting… no essay. He put the papers back in the drawer and gently closed it. He took a few seconds to breathe, feeling his face redden and his pulse quicken. Natty was counting on him. He had promised her he'd get that essay back for her. He wasn't always the perfect brother, but he prided himself on never going back on his word, on never making a promise he didn't intend to keep. He racked his brain as to where his parents would have put the essay when his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"Lumos"

A bright light came from behind Theodore and the boy froze, hoping his disillusionment charm was strong enough to withstand the scrutiny of the ex-Auror who had just cast the wand-lighting charm. He had no idea his father had woken, didn’t hear him coming down the stairs at all. He supposed he still had much to learn in terms of how to move about completely undetected. He hadn’t been caught yet, though, and he had some elements working in his favor. Perhaps his father was too sleepy to notice him, although he doubted that. He knew the man probably wasn't wearing his glasses and so maybe, just maybe he still stood a chance in completing his mission undetected.

However the bright light coming from his father's wand had caused the faintest shadow of his form to appear on the wall in front of him. Despite his very best efforts, the boy had been caught.

"Your disillusionment charm has improved, Theodore, but it's still not good enough to fool me."

Theodore promptly dropped the charm and turned to face his father, who lowered his wand and used it to reignite the fire in the hearth to provide a warm light and additional warmth to the room. He wore his dressing gown and Theodore could only imagine he was wearing his nightshirt underneath. His face showed a mixture of tiredness, confusion, slight annoyance and he thought he also detected a hint of amusement.

“How did you know it was me?”

“Maggie’s in America, Eleazar’s never been one for sneaking around and Natty’s disillusionment charm is frankly better than yours. The house is warded to alert us of any other intruders, so that leaves only one suspect, you."

“What gave me away?"

His father deflected

"I'm sure there must be an excellent explanation to your late night, actually, by now, early morning visit. One that also explains why you're currently rifling through your mother's and my private correspondence."

"Actually there IS an explanation"

"I'd love to hear it, sooner rather than later, please."

"I'm here because Nat"

"THEODORE!"

Theo promptly finds himself wrapped in his mother's tight embrace. "What are you doing here? Sneaking out of school in the dead of night, what's gotten into you?"

"From what I gather from the stories you told us Mum, I get this from you"

She loosened her embrace but still kept her hands on her son's shoulders. "Oh hush now, at least I had the good sense to never get caught by your father!"

"That's not entirely accurate darling…" Aesop reached for his wife and pulled her against him, breaking the link between her and their intruder and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the back of her head. "I distinctly remember catching you a handful of times sneaking about the castle" She melted into her husband's embrace. "Only because I wanted you to catch me, Ace"

"If you both don't mind I'm here for Natty's DADA essay. She accidentally sent it to you instead of this and it's due first thing tomorrow" Theodore handed his parents his sister’s letter to them. “I told her I'd come and correct her mistake, deliver her letter and retrieve it. If you could just tell me where it is, I will go fetch it, be on my merry way and let you both carry on with whatever it is I don’t want to think about you doing when we’re not home.”

Aesop chuckled as (F/N) spoke.

“I’m guessing she didn’t get our note then?”

“She didn’t say anything about a note, she was too busy trying to re-write her essay from memory!”

“Oh Nat, poor thing…”

(F/N) looked at her son

“We got her essay, and we read it. It was really, really good and obviously finished so we sent it directly to Professor Sallow after dinner, along with a note to Natty letting her know not to worry about it. I’m guessing the poor owl must have forgotten about the second delivery.”

“Or delivered it to Eleazar, wouldn’t be the first time our mail got all messed up”

“Blasted, unreliable school owls.”

“We really need to get another owl Ace, with Maggie in America now and the shop doing as well as it is, Babbity could use some help.”

“Agreed.” Aesop addressed his son

“In any case, her essay is where it needs to be and if Professor Sallow hasn’t received it, have him owl me, and I’ll make sure Nat gets the O she deserves.”

Theodore looked at his parents. Tonight had turned out to be a failed mission for him. He got caught AND he didn’t retrieve his sister’s essay. He was happy though. Happy to be home, happy to be with his parents for just a little while.

"Are you hungry, dear?"

"Nah, I'm good. Ate one too many servings of mutton stew for dinner"

His eyes fell on a plate of his mother's scones.

“On second thought I'm starving Mum, they BARELY feed us at the school, you know"

(F/N) chuckled as she summoned a plate and some scones. Theodore scarfed down the first in two bites, and reached for a second one, as his mother busied herself, packing the rest of the pastries in a cloth bag for her son to bring back to Hogwarts.

“Don’t forget to share." she reminds him, as she hands him the bag.

“I should probably get going… I told Natty I’d be back within the hour and I’m cutting it close”

"Just a moment, I have something for you to bring to your sister."

His father turned and unlocked a cabinet that held a variety of potions

"Ooh, contraband!"

Aesop let out a chuckle as he handed a vial to his son.

"Wideye. She'll need it tomorrow. If I know Natty, she still won't sleep a wink tonight"

"Don't I get one too?"

"Do you want to be an Auror someday?"

"You know I do"

"Then in addition to perfecting your disillusionment charm you also need to master the art of the power nap. Learn how to function for long hours with little to no sleep."

"You're joking"

"I'm not. But there will be plenty of time for that. In the meantime here's one for you too, as well this."

His father hands him a third vial. Theodore doesn't need to read the label to know what it contains. Invisibility potion.

"This one's pretty strong, should buy you about a minute. Use it wisely."

“Anything for Eleazar while we’re at it?”

“I’m sure Eleazar already brews his own contraband.”

Theodore chuckled. Eleazar did have a natural knack for potions and always had a true passion for the subject, the art came as naturally to him as walking it seemed at times. Even Aesop couldn’t say as much about himself, having gone from quite the average student to graduating with the best potions marks in his class thanks to hard work and a drive to reach the top of his field.

“Anything else before the Sharp Delivery Service heads back to his common room?”

“No, that’ll be all” his mother says, as she pulls him into another bone crushing hug. “You’re a great son, and an amazing brother. We’re so proud of you. I love you, Theodore.”

“I love you too, Mum”

He looked up at his father, while still tightly hugging his mother.

"You never told me what gave me away. I know my disillusionment isn't quite up to snuff yet but that's not what woke you up though"

"The front door. It has a very distinct squeak when it opens. Imperceptible from the outside but can be heard from our bedroom. I could fix it, but I choose not to. That's what gave you away tonight. I must say though, I was impressed at how you managed to avoid all the bad floorboards. Well done."

"Thanks Dad. I love you."

"I love you too, son."

Aesop joined in the hug for a moment, then gently took his wife’s hands into his own, releasing their son from her tight embrace.

“Be safe on your way back”

Both parents stayed in the doorway, arms around each other, watching as their youngest son sprinted towards the closest floo flame.

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Theodore didn’t waste his invisibility potion sneaking back into the castle. He was smarter than that. He knew the prefects and professors were fast asleep at that time, and his disillusionment charm, while still needing some work, was still good enough to shield him from the portraits and the ghosts roaming the castle. He didn’t hear Peeves in the vicinity, so the walk back to the Slytherin common room was easy and uneventful.

He was greeted by the sight of his sister, who had abandoned her attempted re-write, and appeared immersed in the book she was reading. A quick glance at the cover revealed that she was reading one of her favorite novels. To think that his sister would trust him so completely as to abandon her contingency plan in favor of re-visiting one of her favorite stories made his heart swell. This evening hadn’t gone according to plan, but he hoped that he’d at least be able to calm down her anxieties and maybe, just maybe, she would get a couple hours of sleep tonight.

Natty looked up from her book and took in the sight of her brother, scones and potions in hand.

"Theo? Are you OK?"

"Brilliant, actually" he says as he took a bite out of a scone

"Did someone cast the confundus charm on you?"

"I don't... think so. Why do you ask?" he took another bite

"I see scones, I see potions, do you know what I DON'T see?"

"Oh, yeah... that"

Natty put her head in her hands

"Theodore!"

He put his hand on her shoulder

"Relax Nat. They already turned it in for you."

Natty looked up at her brother, who had the biggest smile on his face.

"They... what?"

"They noticed you had sent them your essay by accident, proof-read it and owl'd it directly to Professor Sallow. Probably sounded something like this

Theodore stepped back and put on his best impression of their mother.

"Oh Ace! Our darling daughter must have sent us her essay by accident! Poor thing must be so nervous right now but I really don't understand why, this essay is incredible! I couldn't have written it better myself!"

Then Dad probably went "I can tell no shortcuts were taken when writing this paper, well done Natty, this deserves an O and nothing less!"

"I shall send it to my good friend Sebastian at Hogwarts right away! However I absolutely won't also ask about how the children are doing because that would be inappropriate"

"Wonderful idea darling. Once you're done I know something inappropriate you and I could"

"STOP IT THEO! Please. Before I need to cast scourgify on my brain!"

Theodore put an end to his re-enactment, looked at his sister, and handed her a pastry. "Scone?"

Natty took the pastry from her brother wordlessly. He could be quite ridiculous at times, but always knew just how to cheer her up. She couldn't have conjured a better twin if she tried. As Theodore sat on the sofa next to her, she was able to sense that, beneath his playful charade, something was bothering him.

"How long did it take for Dad to catch you?"

Theodore sighed.

"He was onto me the moment I opened the front door. Let me get all the way to the kitchen though, before revealing himself, I think he took pity on me."

"Wow, that's actually pretty impressive"

"Yeah… it is. I don’t know how he does it to be honest."

“He’s been doing it for years Theo, for longer than we’ve been alive. It used to be his job, and it’ll be your job one day, too. I know you’ll be a great Auror one day. So you got caught by Dad. At least you got to say hi to him and Mum, that must have been nice.”

Theodore placed his arm around his sister, pulling her towards him.

“It was. Wish you could have been there, I know you miss them, too.”

“Winter holidays will be here before we know it.” Natty’s voice started to betray the fact that she was fighting sleep. “Hey, you were able to sneak in and out of school undetected, that counts for something doesn't it?"

"I guess it does. I'll outsmart Dad next time." Theodore says, wistfully.

Natty yawned as she curled onto the sofa, resting her head on her brother’s lap. "Good luck with that."

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Theodore didn’t get an answer to his question, Natty had fallen fast asleep. He summoned a blanket from the chair across them and draped it around his sleeping sister. He was glad to have been able to be there for her, to be a good brother to her in her moment of need, to calm her anxieties to the point that her mind was able to so quickly surrender to sleep. Happy with himself, he propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, leaned his head back against the plush upholstery, and fell asleep as well.

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A/N a brief description of the Sharp children at the time of this fanfiction

Magdala Dinah "Maggie" Sharp

Slytherin

Recently graduated, named after her grandmother and her father's closest friend. Fiercely intelligent, confident, but also quite humble. Te ringleader of the 4 Sharp children. Has had a lifelong passion for beasts, moved to America to study beasts native to the continent

Eleazar Sebastian Sharp

Ravenclaw

7th year, head boy, named after his mother's mentor as well as one of her closest friends. Quiet and a little shy, very kind and compassionate Demonstrated a knack for potion making practically before he showed signs of magic, and the only Sharp child to have yet to receive detention.

Theodore Ashley Sharp

Slytherin

5th year, named after his grandfather as well as his father's late partner. Has wanted to be an Auror for as long as he can remember, will do anything for his family and particularly his twin sister. He knows he's got charm and charisma and he's not afraid to use them to get out of trouble. Still didn't save him from landing himself in detention on his first week of school!

(F/N) Natalie "Natty" Sharp

Slytherin

5th year, named after her mother as well as one of her mother's closest friend. Prefers to go by her middle name because being named after the "Hero of Hogwarts" combined with her own exceptionally strong magic made it difficult for her to carve her own identity. A master negotiator with a quick wit, she can spot a lie from a mile away., Can usually keep her brother in check, and is organized enough for the two of them.

#sharp x reader #aesop x reader #professor sharp #aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy #Theodore Sharp #Natalie Sharp #domestic fluff #slice of life #Theodore tries to outsmart his father and fails #He’ll manage eventually #Sharp Family #tag: the sharp family

[unchained-hound-dog]

Jack and the reader get into an argument because their schedules haven’t lined up in a while.

Sorry I've been so slow in posting this, been a busy week! Hope you like it anon!

You were both busy people, Jack had been consumed with promo interviews for his upcoming album and you'd been hit with a huge deadline at work, meaning the only time you'd see each other was when you were both laying next to each other in bed, a tired 'i love you' shared between you both before you took the time to rest. There had been a couple of occasions where you'd both had an evening free, but any plans made were ruined by either you needing to be at your laptop or Jack needing to finalise some stuff for the album.

You'd both agreed to clear your schedules one Saturday, agreeing to put work to one side for a day and just focus on each other. You'd set up an out-of-office on your emails and Jack had told his team that his phone was off for the day.

Waking up that morning you couldn't wait to start the day with Jack, breakfast in bed followed by watching movies and just enjoying each others company. Reaching over, your hand was met with cold sheets, Jack's body being long gone. The clock on your phone said it was 10:30 and so you assumed he was downstairs making breakfast. You quickly took care of yourself in the bathroom before throwing on some slippers and heading downstairs. You found the kitchen empty, no signs of Jack or breakfast. You made your way through the house, scanning each room before heading back upstairs. Your ears picked up on Jack's voice in his office, your stomach dropping at the thought of work becoming a priority on the one day you'd both taken for yourselves. You pushed open the heavy door and found Jack sat at his desk, glasses resting on his nose, phone pressed to his ear in one hand and the other running through his hair. His nostrils were flared and his eyes shut as his head leant back against the chair he was sat on, the laptop in front of his lit up his face as he sat in the mostly darkened room.

Watching his for a moment, you could feel the anger building inside of you. He'd gone against his word of turning his phone off and ignoring work calls. Jack's eyes opened again as he went to speak, his head tilting down and catching your figure standing at the door, your pyjamas wrinkled from your sleep.

'I'm sorry' he mouthed to you, shooting you a sad expression and resumed his conversation.

You shut the door, standing alone in the hallway as you heard him rant at whoever was on the other line. A sign left your lips as you made yourway downstairs and into the kitchen, cooking yourself breakfast for one along with a coffee.

It had been 4 hours, lunch time had come and gone and you were sitting in front of the TV in your living room with a cup of hot tea, watching a series you'd wanted to start with Jack for a long time. As you sat, you heard the door to the office open, footsteps coming down the stairs before Jack's figure appeared in the doorway. You didn't look at him, you were so upset and you wanted him to know that.

'Babe I'm so sorry. Neelam kept calling my phone i forgot to turn it off last night. Someone tried leaking the album and-'

'As annoying as that is, I'm too upset to talk about it right now Jack'

'Excuse me?' his demeanor changed instantly, his posture straightening up.

'We had this day booked off all week, no work calls we promised each other. Clearly your work is more important than I am.'

You understood how annoying and frustrating it is for the album to be leaked so close to the release date, and you wanted nothing more than to know the ins and outs of what had happened, but you were also upset. You didn't have any time off for another month now and by then Jack would be going on tour.

'The thing I've spent the last year working my ass off on just almost got released before I wanted it to and your more concerned about a few hours of me being on a call trying to fix it?' Jack was offended, you could tell and you didn't blame him one bit.

'It's not the point, surely your team could have dealt with it without involving you. You told them about today, right? Couldn't they have dealt with it and then told you about it tomorrow?'

'I can't believe you're actually saying this. I thought you'd understand. It's only 3pm we have all evening to do something!'

'just forget about it Jack' you turned away from him, you knew it was petty but you didn't care in that moment.

'whatever' he turned and left the room, you heard him head upstairs and slam a door shut.

Another hour passed, Jack in your shared bedroom and you in the living room. You began feeling guilty, you felt for Jack but you'd let your upset and anger take over the situation when you realised now you should of been more understanding.

Walking upstairs you prayed Jack was in a forgiving mood. You shuffled your way into the bedroom, the room was everything you'd pictured it to be when you'd both bought the home. The bed sat in the middle of the room, bedside tables either side with everything you both needed in and on them. A large dresser sat across from it with doors either side, one to a large bathroom and the other to a walk-in closet. The wall on your side of the bed was floor to ceiling windows.

Jack was angry, more so at the hacker that had tried to leak his album, but also at the entire situation. He thought you'd understand but he also recognised that you'd both needed this day together more than anything. After some time checking everything was okay with his team, he got to running a hot bath, adding all your favourite soaps and salts and lighting candles.

That's how you found him, flicking the lighter on the last candle and placing it back on the bath. He turned to leave the room, finding you stood there and sent you a soft smile.

'I'm sorry' you both said at the same time, a short 'don't appologise' coming from both of you before you broke into laughter.

'I thought I'd make it up to you' he gestured to the bath behind him 'and ordered us some food, should be here in about an hour'

'Jack, I'm the one who should be doing this for you, I was so selfish to think the album being put out wasn't as important as a morning together. I'm sorry'

You both shared a soft kiss before getting into the bath together, Jack telling you all about the hacker before you both agreed no more work talk for the night.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine

[justagalwhowrites]

Bestie! This last Yearling's chapter was so much! It was an emotional rollercoaster, starting with the tension between Bambi and the others when the idea of leaving Joel there sprouts from Gene. I'd have put Gatling on guard mode, too. And then… If having Bambi on Joel's bedside playing him songs and telling him what she tells him didn't have my heart bursting with love, pain, and so much angst, his conversation with Sarah sealed the deal and made me tear up. Good job! Holding Bambi will be his best medicine.

At least out of all this shitshow, Savvy and Bambie are talking again, and Savvy seems to have done some deep thinking and realized with what she heard the doctors say that there's more on her mother's side of the story in these past years. Their relationship is not perfect, but it feels like they are on the right path. Perhaps Ellie, despite her rage and fear of losing Joel, will listen to Bambi's words about Joel not wanting her to turn into a murderer.

I loved the chapter. It hurt to read, but it was really good, and hopefully, the upcoming chapters will have more sweetness and fluffiness in them. Thanks for the update! It was so worth the wait it took you to write it. And please don't feel bad for needing more time to write it. Writing should be for fun and not an obligation, and a full-time job and a life take time. Maybe I'm being a bit too harsh, but anyone who doesn't understand it and respects it shouldn't be around here. Lots of hugs, love!🫂♥️

OMG HI BESTIE!!!

Bambi was in FULL protector mode there, her priorities were Joel and Joel alone, everyone else could fuck right on off, thank you very much. I don't blame Gene for being like "this seems hopeless and I need to get people out of here" but I'd have done the same thing Bambi did in response. That's her man right there, she's gonna fight for him.

And yes, Savvy!! There's still some ground to cover. She's a teenager, after all, things are going to take time and she's still very hurt. I get why Bambi is so reluctant to tell her the whole truth but her dancing around it makes it harder. Her ending up with "bad people" could mean what happened to her, it could mean that she decided to run with raiders of her own free will and got hurt trying to steal shit from someone. Who knows? Not Savvy! It's a tough spot for both of them but they're getting there. And Ellie is Ellie. Thankfully, she values Bambi's opinion VERY highly and she's not going to want to go far from Joel as he recovers, too, which makes things a bit easier as far as keeping her around. At least for now. We'll just have to see what Ellie gets up to next!

There is some DEFINITE fluff coming up before we dive into what's going to be the final major arc of this story (which is coming up so fast omg!!)

Thank you so much, you are so kind. I should say, though, that no one is being mean about my update times except myself! Everyone here is so kind and lovely and yeah. I just get very frustrated with myself when I don't make the deadlines I set for myself and then there are other things with this fic that I'm very frustrated with myself about that makes the not posting when I want feel worse and yeah. It's all me! Y'all are wonderful ❤️ I know the internet can be a fraught place and that even in this fandom, people can say and do hurtful things but I've been incredibly lucky to have had just an overwhelmingly positive experience from everyone here. And that's part of why I hate it when I don't get things posted. I feel so bad about taking TWO WEEKS to update Yearling this time. I mean that's TWO WEEKS of y'all not knowing what was going to happen after Joel passed out from blood loss. That's nuts and I'm sorry for that! You're all so lovely and patient that I feel like you deserve better and I'm not doing that at the moment which is frustrating for me.

ANYWHO enough of my ranting lol thank you so so much for such a kind and thoughtful ask. I seriously light up every time I see your name in my alerts! Your asks are always such a joy.

Thank you so much! Love you!!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #send asks #kit answers #yearling

[dreamcatcher-roulette]

I've had your post up in a separate tab for ages, but life 😮‍💨😅

Just wanted to say I appreciate the in-depth response about RAID (and cosmic rays!) and especially the S.M.A.R.T. article - it'll come in handy as I'm quite complacent 😅 about my personal backups (I think my music files have the most "redundancy" via iPods 🤡)

*I dunno if you'll find it interesting, but the OP's schadenfreude in this Reddit post was amusing to me, at least 😅

https://www.reddit.com/r/Netsuite/s/Bxu6bFnrkS

But tbh, even for the outage referenced, 🤡 I would've been more angsty about the potential hours! of productivity lost (i.e. bc users getting anxious about deadlines, etc.) rather than the potential that our data pre-incident would be corrupted or lost.

Anyways, in any case! Thank you for sharing your tangents! I hope you're doing well!

Ahh what a great honour to be a long standing open tab. Funnily enough I started drafting this yesterday and got distracted from it as well. My original response to how I’m doing was going to be “semi patiently waiting for the Dreamcatcher comeback announcement” but since then we got Fromm messages saying probably not until at least June (noooooo) and now I'm also neck deep in ACC, much to my dismay. I have nothing intelligent to say about batteries, they’re complete mysteries to me as well, but they sure do exist. Unfortunately.

Anyway! I do have things to say about backups. Below the cut 😉

The thing about backups is that you can definitely get way deeper than you need to, I think it’s mostly important to be aware and comfortable with your level of risk. The majority of people don’t hold too much irreplaceable data on their personal computers, and the data that does come under that category often fits within free or cheap tiers of cloud backup providers. Before I had my current setup I used to take a less structured approach to backups. I sorted my data into three categories:

Replaceable, which encompasses things like applications and games which can be re-downloaded from the internet (and, if the original download source were no longer available, this would not be a huge deal);

Irreplaceable but not catastrophic, which encompasses things like game saves, half finished software projects, screenshots I've taken etc; and

Irreplaceable and catastrophic, which encompasses things like legal documents but also select few items from category 2 I'm just very personally attached to.

Category 1 items I had on a single hard drive, category 2 items I copied over selectively to a second every now and then when I got struck with a particularly large wave of paranoia, and category 3 items I did the same but with the additional step of scattering them through various cloud providers as well. Now that I have an actual redundant drive setup in a server I have Kopia running on my personal computer to periodically back up everything that isn’t on my SSD, but I still rely on those external cloud providers for offsite backups.

It’s important to note my setup is ultimately designed with hardware reliability engineering in mind but those aren’t the only factors at play when thinking about backups, especially for enterprises. That Reddit thread is hilarious and I can see exactly where both sides are coming from, it’s a common enough disagreement between people of different departments. Senior software engineers tend to be paranoid old bastards who loathe to trust anyone else's code, which is in direct opposition to so many “software as a service” business models these days. But from a business perspective it makes complete sense to always have your own copy of the data as well, even if it isn’t the copy being used. It’s not just loss of productivity (although I agree that’s the most likely extent of any service down time) but often there are legal obligations on keeping records of certain types of work, and, while I’m pretty sure a company could win a court battle to absolve itself of responsibility in the event of a trusted third party being the one to drop the ball, that’s not the kind of argument you even want to risk getting into when there’s such a simple extra safeguard that could be put in place.

My assessment of the risks of my own backup solution of course has a MUCH lower threshold for striking out controls based on cost. I'm a hobbyist after all, this whole thing does not generate money it only takes it. Most notably I don’t have any full offsite backups, which leaves me vulnerable to near total data loss in the unlikely event of a house fire or someone breaking in and just picking up and leaving with the whole lot. The problem with defending against either of these scenarios with a “proper” 3-2-1 backup strategy is that the first server already cost me enough, I don’t want to go investing almost the same amount into a second one to stick somewhere else! And paying any cloud provider to host terabytes is no friendlier on the wallet.

There’s also the issue of airgaps, which is something enterprises need to think about but I do not have any desire to entertain. If a bad actor were to infiltrate my network in such a way that gave them root access to the server hosting all my data I would have no ability to restore from a ransomware attack. Of course this scenario is very unlikely, I’m already doing a lot to mitigate the risk of a cyber attack because running my services securely doesn’t incur additional costs (just additional time, which does mean I haven’t implemented everything possible, just enough to be comfortable there are no glaring holes), but it’s still something I am conscious of when running something which is exposed (in a small way) to the internet. Cybersecurity is also a whole separate but interesting topic that I’m by no means an expert in but enjoy putting into practise (unlike BATTERIES. God. What is wrong with electrical engineers (I say this with love, I work with many of them)).

In conclusion, coming back to how this relates to my dreamcatcher images blog, you can rest assured that my collection of rare recordings is about as safe as my collection of rare albums is, in that, barring a large scale disaster, they should be safe as long as I want to keep them. Which is hopefully going to be a very long time indeed, because I don’t just enjoy the process I also enjoy the content I’m preserving. But the average person probably doesn’t need to put the same level of effort into archiving — Google and Microsoft’s cloud services have much more redundancy than a home setup could ever achieve and can hold all the essentials (like the backup of the Minecraft server on which you met your oldest friends, for example).

#not roulette #asks #anon

[emblazons]

i'm honestly so relieved that ST will wait the strike out, i don't mind wait times but i'd be so so so scared of a bad last season for an almost decade long project just bc execs are too greedy to pay their employees right. obviously the strike has major priority. but also from a film nerd investment, i'm just also super happy that the Duffers still value their creative project over meeting Netflix's deadlines and corporate greed

SAME. I know a lot of it is because Matt and Ross (by nature of being directors who demanded creative control of their project from day one and who now have one of the most popular shows in the world) are in the beyond privileged position of being able to hold ST "hostage" where other shows are subjected to networks "getting around" their showrunners, but—

—I'm still pleased this happened, and I'm happy to wait for quality rather than a mid or poorly written final season because The Duffers creative vision wasn't respected. I've invested far too much time already (damn near a decade) to see it end as poorly written as GoT.

Separately, but relevant: I feel like this strike has put a lot of the commentary I've been making recently about about ST being written differently than a lot of mid TV in context, because when you realize a lot of writers haven't been putting as much love into their writing because of how they're being treated by studios, the overall quality of writing in TV going down makes so much more sense.

A lot of other writers haven't been as focused on creative vision or seasonal cohesiveness because 1) they've had their time on set and the show dramatically reduced by the inception of mini-rooms, and 2) they haven't been paid or respected for their contributions—which means things like show-don't-tell, subtlety and interconnectivity between plotlines over the full course of the show gets thrown out the window....where they don't in ST.

The Duffers work is so different than other shows—and can exist to be explored on beyond a surface level—because they have the privilege of creative control & constant input into what gets put on screen across all episodes and all seasons—which explains the difference in quality from a lot of other shows people watch, even if a lot of audiences can't bring themselves to tell the difference.

Just another reason to respect and protect writers!

#maybe I'll write a whole post about the latter part of this because I have THOUGHTS #do the write thing #asks

[gyoobies]

Talking to the moon

Hello! long time no post 🖐🏾 I have emerged from my dungeon also known as work, to post this thought I had while on vacation. I seriously don't know how I ended up in a chokehold by Taeil but I'm not complaining.

Pairing: Moon Taeil x Fem Reader

Genre: soft smut (pretty vanilla)

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI

Summary: A weekend beach getaway with your guy friends brings you to the conclusion that maybe he's just not that into you. (don't say nuffin! I know it's a horrible summary but ya'll will live)

As usual if you see mistakes, no you didn't.

The bass of the music blasted through the beach house as you and your friends stood in a circle chatting, well your friends were chatting, you had all but drowned out their conversation about the latest whatever they were watching, playing, fucking, etc. You were busy trying to not feel completely defeated by your failed attempts at flirting tonight. You had always found Taeil to be attractive, honestly this new found testosterone filled friend group of yours was filled with insanely handsome guys, but there was just something about him that really had you by the throat. You couldn't quite explain it, by all accounts based on your dating history you should have been aiming to get with Johnny, Yuta, or Jungwoo, but from the moment you were introduced to Taeil he was the only one that you could see yourself with. 

Tonight wasn't your first attempt at flirting with him, but you decided it would be the last, it was becoming painfully obvious that he just wasn't interested in you that way and there was only so much indirect rejection a girl could take before you really started to feel pathetic. Why was his smile so bright? If it didn't light up the whole room maybe you could ignore it, but here he was beaming, telling some corny joke and before you realized it you caught yourself staring, but it was only after he caught you staring first did you even realize that you were. You quickly turned away distracting yourself with your drink and whatever Mark was currently talking about, but it didn't take long for your eyes to drift back to Taeil only to find him gazing at you as he lifted his glass of whatever concoction Yuta had mixed up.

You felt ridiculous. How many times were you going to let this man catch you fawning over him? You needed to step away. The music, the people, everything was becoming a bit overwhelming, maybe you just needed some fresh air to clear your mind and accept that while most anyone would be falling over themselves to have you attempting to court them, maybe you just weren't his cup of tea. Admittedly you could be loud, outspoken, and a bit too honest at times and that could be off-putting to some people. 

As the chat circle started to break off into smaller conversations you decided it was probably the perfect time to step out for some air. You made sure to tell Johnny where you were going just before you stepped out the door. You made your way to the beach careful not to go too far alone, just enough to enjoy a bit of solitude. 

The bright glow of the full moon danced across the ocean in the distance as the sound of the waves calmed you. Before you knew it you'd found yourself talking to the moon, well more to yourself but you were looking up at the moon as you did.

"You really are in a one sided love aren't you?" You laughed to yourself. "Maybe I should just distance myself until I get over this stupid crush, and if anyone asks why I haven't been around I can just say work is crazy and I've got deadlines to meet."  You let out a frustrated sound somewhere between a sigh and a low scream. "You just couldn't be content with being his friend huh? Had to make it awkward and uncomfortable." You scolded yourself thinking about how he had started to warm up to you, but then one night while waiting for Johnny to meet up with you both for dinner, you decided to not so subtly brush your fingers along his as he passed you something from across the restaurant table. The rest of the night he barely said anything to you. Figuring maybe he preferred a less bold approach, you changed your flirting technique, but now you were fully aware that what you mistook for shyness that night was really just disinterest. 

As the cold night air of the beach caused you to curl into yourself a bit, you felt the sudden warmth of an unknown fabric wrap around you with firm arms and an all too familiar voice whisper into your ear.

"If you wanted to talk to the moon you could have come to me." 

You felt your heart flutter and you cursed yourself for being so whipped for a man that you weren't sure was even really interested, but if he wasn’t why would he be here? For this brief moment you let yourself enjoy the feeling of him being this close to you. You closed your eyes and  rested the back of your head against him and immediately regretted it the moment you felt him move ever so slightly away. Too much of a gentleman to step away completely because you could lose balance as you had shamelessly rested entirely against him when he was obviously only trying to be nice. You quickly apologized for making the situation awkward and him uncomfortable before turning to head back to the gathering. 

"You didn't make it awkward." He said as he grabbed the hem of the small blanket he'd wrapped around you to stop you from leaving.

"I made it awkward because I couldn't figure out if you were seriously flirting or just kidding around. I had seen you jokingly flirt with Taeyong and Yuta before and even though it seemed to be different from the way you would flirt with me, I  decided to just ignore it because I didn't want to look stupid for flirting back and thinking I had a chance if you were just joking around.” He paused for a moment, “That line of reasoning sounded a lot better in my head."

"I'm sure you think so, but if that's the case then why come to me now? If you were scared of looking like a fool, what gave you the courage now?" 

"Honestly, being scared is what gave me courage because I'm not scared of looking like a fool for thinking I have a chance with you anymore, now I'm scared of looking like a fool if I miss my chance with you."

He stepped closer to you, snaking his arm around your waist to pull you closer.

"Is this ok?" He asked in a whisper.

You gave a soft nod and he continued to pull you even closer until his lips were pressed gently against yours and you melted. You pulled away first and stifled a small giggle, but when he raised an eyebrow giving you a questioning look you just buried your face into his chest and let it out.

"Was it bad? I'm sorry."

You immediately got your shit together you'd been after him for so long the last thing you wanted was for him to think you didn't like it.

"No! I loved it."

"Really?"

"Yes really. You were just more gentle than I was expecting."

"Oh, well I didn't want to just pounce on you after finally confessing, but..."

You stumbled a bit as he grabbed your hand and pulled you a bit further into the darkness of the beach before stopping. He turned to you with a smirk just before grabbing the blanket from your shoulders and spreading it on the sand, and pulling you to sit.  You took a moment to take in your new location, still aided by the shine of the moonlight. The loud music of the party now reduced to background noise as the sounds of the ocean overpowered it, the distant patio lights almost completely bokeh in appearance, but most importantly a small cove of boulders just big enough to offer a bit of privacy.

Cool fingers gripped your chin to bring your attention back to Taeil,  who was looking at you with so much want it was intoxicating. The kiss he was giving now was still gentle but filled with more passion as his hands explored the softness of your thighs. You sighed as his hand crept up your inner thigh stopping just before he reached your swimsuit bottoms. You knew he'd pull away to ask for permission to continue, but you didn't want to feel his lips leave yours just yet, so you guided his hand further up and he got the hint. Chilled fingers made their way between your thighs and the two of you sighed in unison when he pressed his fingers against your pussy, you from the contact and cool feeling of his fingertips and him from feeling that you were soaking through your bikini.  

Knowing you wanted him so badly gave him more confidence than he'd ever had. In no time he was plunging two fingers knuckle deep inside you while you clawed at the fabric that clung to his back. Taeil kissed you breathless as your pussy welcomed his fingers in its warmth, but you wanted more, you needed more, you needed him, all of him.

As he pulled away from your lips in favor of kissing down your neck, you pleaded with him to give himself to you. As much as he was reveling in the bliss of listening to the sound of your voice pleading for him, something he thought was so far out of his reach that he couldn't even say he'd even dreamt of it before, the invitation you were giving was too much to ignore any longer.

Quickly he pulled his fingers from your dripping pussy and in what seemed like such a natural movement, put them in his mouth to lick them clean. You were practically drooling at the sight and it made you crave to taste him, but that would have to wait. In this moment you needed to feel him between your legs. You rested on your elbows as you watched him stand to untie the string on his swim trunks and let them drop to the sand below. You eyed him thinking about everything you planned to do to him in a more private setting, for now being undressed from the bottom down would have to do. 

You removed your bikini bottom and spread your legs to invite him in as he lowered himself over you and into a kiss. You sighed as you felt the tip of his dick rest against your clit. You could feel the smile on his face against your lips as he listened to you struggle to muffle every whimper and moan as he began to push into you.

"I've been waiting so long for this. Let me hear you. Nobody will hear, we're too far away, the music is loud and so is the ocean."

You're not sure if he meant to sound as needy as he did during that request but something about him being so vocal, and vulnerable, admitting that he’d wanted you for some time made you lose all inhibitions. You moaned his name freely as he worked himself in and out of you at a steady pace. Despite the cold breeze cascading over the two of you, you felt hot. With every thrust the subsequent wave of pure pleasure was like throwing gasoline onto a flame and you wanted it to consume you.  

You watched as Taeil rolled his hips into you, lips parted as he moaned your name unabashedly.  You were so close, and when he adjusted his position to where his palms rested on your knees pushing them closer to your chest, you couldn't hold back any longer. It was like sitting at the water's edge and letting the waves overtake you. You gripped his forearms as you moaned out for him to cum with you and two thrusts later he pulled out to spill himself over your pussy. Offering each other dopey smiles as you calmed down from your orgasms, Taeil leaned in to kiss you gently once more before pulling away to watch his cum drip down over your clit. When a cold breeze caused you to shiver at the cold sensation, he began to look for something to clean you off with. 

 You couldn't help but laugh as you watched him look around hurriedly, both realizing the only available thing would be the blanket. The backside was covered in sand so it was going to be washed anyway. Gently he made sure to clean up the mess you'd both made with the sand free side and helped you back into your bottoms. Fully dressed and probably a little too lovey-dovey to go fully unnoticed as you made your way back to the party, Johnny greeted you as you stepped up to the patio.

"Needed fresh air?" Taeil asked as he attempted to be as casual as possible while holding your hand.

"Yea, trying to sober up a bit." He said as he brought a glass of water to his lips, eyeing the two of you with a sly smirk. 

"Um I'm gonna drop this in the laundry" you said as you took the blanket from Taeil's arms and made your way into the home.

Before you could fully pull away Taeil pulled you into a kiss before letting you go handle the task at hand.

"Well, I  see you've finally taken the hints. We were starting to think you were stupid or something, and based on that love bite you're sporting by your neck, I'm guessing there's more than sand on that blanket." He said as he laughed causing Taeil to blush.

The rest of the night was pretty calm with everyone winding down, as the invited guests made their way out. The handful of your friends that hadn't left with their chosen hookups began setting up their sleeping areas between the living room, and bedrooms. Being the only girl on this trip had its perks like being given your own room.

 Once everyone was set and ready to call it a night it wasn't a surprise to Johnny that when you stood up to say goodnight to everyone, you grabbed Taeil's hand and headed to your room. As you made your way up the stairs the sound of applause erupted from your friends followed by Haechan yelling "about time"!

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fic #nct fanfic #Taeil imagines #friends to lovers #moon taeil #taeil smut #taeil fanfic #nct smut

[supernovafeather]

Dark Secret (Part 1) (18+)

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : somnophilia (sex while a partner is asleep), hypothetical noncon but agreed beforehand between the two parties, mutual pining, sex friends to lovers, unprotected sex, mention of rough sex and anal sex, slight angst, fluff.

Part 2

Tonight, Leto doesn't look like he is doing well. Instead of his effortlessly commanding aura his exhaustion and anxiety got pretty obvious. As his confident of many years, you think your time has come to bring some serenity to his mind.

There have been rumors about the nature of your relationship for years now. With the number of times you left his quarters or him yours, it was obvious that something was going on. To be fair whatever people joked about, you had done it already. They don't need to know he is the only man you granted access to your buttocks, especially dozens of times. He is insanely good in bed, between his natural charisma and his sweet side or the commanding one, you shared endless good times in sheets.

"Leto. Do you want to talk about what upsets you ?"

You walk to him as he keeps his back turned to you, his hands clasped behind it as he watches the moon illuminating Caladan from its throne in the skies.

"Accumulation of stress. All those deadline in economics, in the military, the Emperor pressuring us to respect other deadlines, then others and others..." he suspends his sentence with a sighs, his shoulders falling in defeat.

As the Duke sounds a lot calmer than all the times he ended up snapping at his other advisors throughout the day, you come closer, your hands rubbing his uniform jacket up and down.

"Do you have to work on the same matters tomorrow ?"

"As always." He sighs before cracking his neck. "As always. Yeah."

"You sound extremely preoccupied those days." You insist as you now embrace his right arm to rest your head on his shoulder. "Are you in need of some comfort tonight ?"

"I am." He admits without looking away from the moon, now sounding melancholic. "But I don't want to waste your time."

"You are not. Actually... it's been a month since last time." You coo to lure him into your game and earn a boyish grin from him. "I was waiting for you to come and see me as last time I was the one coming to you."

"I've thought of you all day long. I thought I would end up asking you for something in a corner of the hallways before midday."

Leto likes to not make it happen too often. He loves to feel the need coming back by itself thanks to apparently insignificant details. He loves to play it slow. A month is still exceptionally long for him but who knows, maybe he got a decrease in libido due to his work.

"Tonight is your night my Lord." You whisper at his ear as he shifts softly on his feet. "Do you want me to get ready and join you in your quarters ?"

"I'll join you in your bed. May I spend the night there ?" He asks as he nuzzles your nose affectionately.

"How can I refuse something asked so politely sire ?"

He opens his mouth before closing it, a hint of worry flashing before your eyes. You grin, rubbing his bearded cheeks as you notice his attention increasing. He is extremely sensitive to this kind of gesture and you wonder whether or not he is already getting aroused. He certainly is.

"Leto, Leto, Leto, Leto," you whisper tiredly next to his lips, "what do you have in mind ?"

"It is..." he starts before switching back to his serious Duke face. "It is nothing. I'll join you later."

You prevent him from leaving you abruptly with a simple touch, a peck on his cheek. He likes simple gestures like this one that is powerful enough to make him stop.

"Leto. We did everything and you know we trust each other." You try to reason him as you adjust his collar more to caress his nape while sending him the seductive gaze he loves. "What do you want tonight ? Something quick ?"

"I don't know. It's something I'm not fully comfortable with." He mutters as he looks around and behind you. "I won't talk about it here."

"Am I supposed to feel thrilled or afraid ?" You chuckle briefly.

Apparently it's something you never tried. You thought you did everything but you were wrong.

"I'll join you. Wait for me. I just want to sleep with you next to me."

"All that mystery for something so simple to admit ?"

"In a way." He barely smiles.

Not to push him too much, you nod and go back to your quarters alone. You make sure to be fully clean everywhere, just in case. Soft skin, no particular scent that could disturb him during the night, teeth brushed. Ten minutes later you open your doors, noticing that he did more or less the same thing as you. You don't talk about it, only impatient to feel him closer once in bed.

"Always so elegant my Lord."

"I'm about to go to sleep, I doubt elegance is even present." He grins as he sits on your bed, his hand soon on your bare leg below your nightgown.

"Come closer, I know you want it."

The Duke's embrace is gentle, his lips kissing your neck in a smile way as you grab his shirt on his back. He is holding back, purposefully not going any further.

"We can get some sleep if you feel too tired." You say quietly. "I'm tired too. We can wait for tomorrow morning."

"I have something to tell you before that." He whispers before clearing his throat, his eyes searching yours. "It's pretty important and I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way but I've came to think about something unusual."

"What did your pervert mind create this time ?" You coo next to his lips as you rub his thigh covered with his loose pants.

"I love to see you sleeping in my arms you look so peaceful. And for a month I have thought of... you know, doing things to you during your sleep."

You blink at that but without much surprise.

"You already woke me up several times with kisses to have sex in the morning." You remind him as you slide your hands beneath his top to feel his warm chest. "Is that all ?"

"I mean I want to do things to you while you're sleeping. With my tongue, my fingers. I want to wake you up with an orgasm."

"What ?" You whisper as hi'e lowers his gaze.

"I don't know. I just love that thought. You know to... to make you feel that good even when you're sleeping. I love your body and it attracts me. It's... It's really arousing to me just to think about it."

"Like... when I'm actually sleeping ? Really not conscious of what you are doing ?"

"Yes."

You don't know much what to say about it. It sure sounds not really acceptable on a moral spectrum but he just talked about it to you and explained it while looking at you in the eyes. And seriously... you think you have roleplayed much worse things than that the days he would feel strongly frustrated by his day and wanting raw control back in his hands.

"I like that idea. I appreciate that you talked about it. That's why you are such an enjoyable partner." You say as you scratch his beard with a longing gaze.

"Thank you for listening to me." He breathes out. "I don't know how to feel about it myself."

"Can we talk about all the dirty little things you did to me when you came here angry and without warning me beforehand ?" You say as he lowers his eyes in half-shale and half-pride.

"I'm still sorry about that."

"We've already talked about it don't worry I forgive you Leto. And it was far from being unenjoyable. Otherwise we wouldn't have done it again, don't you think ?"

He nods as heated memories surface in your mind, the feeling of you getting pressed forcefully against your table with your anus lubricated with thick strings of saliva by two fingers making you clench underneath your nightgown. It was a good plan not to wear any undergarments tonight.

"So... I guess the best I can do for you is to fall asleep in your arms my dear Duke ?"

He doesn't answer and even without contact between your crotches you feel his hips jolting a bit. He hides it behind a gesture to get closer to you but you are not stupid. You know perfectly than when he is needy, he is quick to jump into action.

Usually falling asleep in his arms would be easy for you. There is no safer place in the universe than in Leto's arms. However this important life lesson is not enough tonight as your mind anticipates any of his actions. He remains laying there caressing your bare skin of your arms, his heart beating strongly in his chest. His own impatience is easy to read once you know him. At any of your yawns he inhales deeply and in silence, his legs spreading slightly.

You don't know exactly when your eyes close by themselves, but you can feel something. Disappointed to have woken up so easily, you decide to hide your consciousness. The finger rubbing your lower lips delicately is painfully slow, trying to create some wetness. Your nightgown got lifted up your waist, Leto's other hand resting on your belly. There is no light from what you can see behind your closed eyelids. You can only trust your other senses, feeling his fingers spreading your lips before you feel the tip of his finger taunting your walls in a feather-like touch. You risk to look with a barely open eye, your gaze set on the ceiling. It's pretty much dark but Leto must have opened a curtain due to the moonlight giving some light, certainly enough for him to see what he is doing. You close your eyes again as he moves delicately on the mattress.

Convinced you are still fast asleep, he starts to kiss up and down your belly, his beard and tongue soon next to your crotch. You feel his deep breath against your entrance as his forefinger and middle finger rub your entrance to reveal your clit. Your own arousal get awakened at the tip of his tongue poking this little spot of flesh that soon harden under his touch. He must feel it as he whispers something you understand as "good". He keeps going on, insisting a bit more. Pokes gets replaced by circles, his saliva making the contact easier. Your body arches a first time gently as he starts to suck on your erectile flesh. He freezes for a second before resuming his ministrations. His other fingers rub on your lower lips, some wet sounds audible from where you are.

"Beautiful." He sighs before spreading your legs a bit more, his tongue plunging inside you.

This has you clenching and you can't repress a low moan fully. He stops again before his weight shifts for a moment, slowly feeling between your spread legs, your anticipation so high that you are still clenching as you feel your juices drooling onto the mattress. After a few fabrics sounds, your feel something heavier than his hand rubbing your erected clit and lower belly. Warm and hard, you have no difficulty to imagine his shaft rubbing against you as it gathers some wetness to spread it all over this area. Is that what arouses you the most, or your first name getting whispered in a shaky voice when he starts circling your clit with the leaking tip of his cock ?

"I shouldn't do that, I shouldn't I shouldn't." He whispers to himself before inserting the tip in your entrance. "It's not good." He takes your hips in his hands. "I shouldn't it's not acceptable from an Atreides. That's evil." He mumbles as he gets deeper inside you. "You don't do that."

You can't stop your thighs from moving in reflex as he becomes silent again, his shaft shifting a few times in and out your body before getting as deep as it can. He lets a low sigh out as he takes your legs slowly in his hands, placing them around his waist.

Now it's complicated not to react too obviously. One of his hands slide underneath your nightgown, grabbing one of your breasts as he starts slow thrusts. You never heard him being so close to his breaking point so fast. It definitely is his favorite fantasy.

"By the Gods." He whispers with a smile.

As your pleasure starts to feel wonderfully warm in your belly you can't fake your unconsciousness after a harder hip thrust he gives you. You barely have the time to see a flash of his chest as he retrieves his hand from underneath your nightgown. Your eyesight gets obstructed by the fabrics you were wearing as he takes it off your body, his own soon covering yours as he kisses you deeply, the back of your head pressed against your pillow.

He doesn't let you breath as his thrusts get more and more powerful, brutal enough to make your bed creak slightly under his grinds. You manage to shift enough so your lips escape his, your moans now uncontrollable and pretty loud.

"Leto it..." you squeal before feeling him devouring your neck and throat, his hands grabbing your wrists to pin them against the headboard. "Leto..."

"I love fucking you it's stronger than me beautiful." He says in a hoarse voice as you feel his motions getting more erratic, his features contorted in something that looks similar to his angry face. "You're so hot."

A dozen of creaks later you are already coming hard, your body doing all it can to arch off the bed despite his weight all over you. His hips don't stop before a moment, the vein of his forehead looking ready to pop under his effort to hold back his orgasm. Your sweet torture finally ends with a low moan from him similar to the ones he lets out when you are the one in charge, his wrists tied up behind his back as you would delay his orgasm for about two hours.

It's hot in here and it's not his presence against you that is going to make it easier for you to breath. Your mutual sweat sticking to your skin tickles your nostrils as Leto remains inside of you, his eyes set on your face as his hands rub your bare chest up and down.

"Do you hate me for that ?" He asks breathlessly.

"I don't... I... I definitely don't hate you." You chuckle at how ruined he looks.

"You should. It's not normal from me. It shouldn't feel so good to get you during your sleep."

"I loved it." You whisper as you wonder how good it must feel to wake up at this. "You always know how to make me feel good no matter what. You're so nice to me."

He scoffs as you caress his hip with your leg, your seductive gaze attracting his as he finally fully relaxes.

"So... would you like me to do it again ?" He asks with hope.

"Definitely. Just tell me before. I want you to let me know." You say as you sit up, still wrapped around him as you snake your arms around his strong shoulders. "You always have good ideas my Lord."

"Stop being so nice and hot." He whispers between two sloppy kisses. "I don't deserve it."

"You do deserve it, such a good man for taking care of me."

"Shut up." He chuckles before kissing you again. "A man should be able to control himself around a Lady."

"And a Lady should control herself around the Duke." You say as you start rubbing your crotch against his, his gaze darkening as you try to make him harden again under the pressure. "I always need my second round, remember ?"

"If you want you can do the same thing to me when I'm asleep. You can use whatever you want and wake me up in the same way." He says as he looks at his seed leaking off from your entrance as you squat to take a better position. "Ride me if you want, suck on me, kiss me... do whatever you want. I'm all yours."

You raise an eyebrow and he nods, swallowing hard as now his submissive side shows up. He lies down without needing any instruction from you, and you start to stroke his shaft, making it hard again before straddling him. You have avoided his soft glances for months but now you hold it with a commanding one. You have been aware of his romantic attraction for you for a while now, a few months maybe, and you can't deny that with that mutual trust more solid than a mountain rock you may start to feel something as well.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it !

@salome-c @stevenngrant @lavenderluna10 @one-hell-of-a-disappointment @dailyreverie @thecursivej @lady-targaryen @general-latino @harrys-tittie @laura-naruto-fan1998

#leto atreides #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you #duke leto x reader #duke leto x you #duke leto

[ziieanna12]

Wednesday Review

So between these deadly deadlines that (feels endless) I've been facing for almost a month by now, I watched WEDNESDAY on Netflix few days ago. Yeah I did maraton, and I finished in three days totals.

I've always a fan of The Addams Family so by the time the first teaser dropped, I was so excited to watch it. The moment I look into Jena's eyes, I knew she'd cary this series so good. And the result is true. I feel amazed by her hard work and talent, not to mention her passion for this project.

BEWARE OF SPOILER!!!!

DON'T READ THIS IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO GET SPOILED!!!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Out of any Addams Family universe, I might say that Wednesday in Netflix is by far my favorite. Yes we didn't see much of her family but just like the title say, it's Wednesday's story. We see how she saw the world through her dark and sinister aura, making the whole school know her as the trouble maker. And in my perspective, this series might be one of the few universe of Addams Family that made Wednesday experience a character development.

I like the way she is cold, selfish, calculating, but somehow like any other person that experience a transition of adolescence, we saw how she's too quick to judge people when she's trying to figure out who's the monster. It made her like human, made her feels more organic and has her own distinctive characteristic from any other version of Wednesday in the Addams Family universe.

She admited (the moment she got expeled) how at first she didn't like having friend because she view them as disapointment, now she accept that's actually her that's disapointing others. (I also love the fact Enid is there with her, encouraging her, that's too cute~). Then near the end of the series, I can see how she's way warmer than the first time she came to Nevermore. She's still Wednesday, but she's evolving. And I find it sweet. Yes even though I feel the love triangle is not really necessary, her chemistry with Tyler is pretty heartwarming (even if I knew he only manipulate her because Thornhill asked him to).

And of course on top of any other chemistry she developed, Wednesday and Enid is the most superior to me, even her with Bianca also had some character development. I just love the way that Enid is not only lovely but also both physically and emotionaly strong, she's someone that you can always count on, rely on, depend on, she's my sweet little baby, I love Enid so much~ And the hug scene... Oh my God...I always had tears in my eyes everytime I rewatched that scene....

Hands down, I enjoy this series so much! Every person did a great job for this project. I'm waiting for Season 2, especially her relationship with *ehem* Enid (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

#netflix #wenclair #wednesday is soft for enid #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #Wednesday Review #Enid

[gladiolidiaries]

do you think we'll ever get a good content schedule from them? i feel like a broken record talking about it, and maybe i'm just too hopeful but i miss their dynamic and fun silly minecraft videos. now it just seems like they can't settle on what to do since they need to work on the next big thing or just something new that hasn't been done before.

tbh i get it for dream the pressure is always high on him especially as the top mc channel who was known for being one of the best at the game, manhunt, the speedruns, and having consistent hits. plus he just has so much shit going on 😭💀 people hate him for crying, and ppl are now calling him random ass nasty words like everyone is out to get his ass 💀. and his mc content could honestly in my humble opinion change things positivity for himself and dteam as a whole. plus the drituation thing// whatever is going on with that... so i get him if he wants to plan new things because pressure is definitely high. at least we get some casual still fun mc videos in between. the problem is when that's going to be released.

now george idek what's going on he said he got a project he's working on./but what if it's really just some behind the scene work/business and we've just fucking delusional. can someone just make him a model he would love it tbh. plus we're never going to get another minecraft but my friend is... because he said they're old now (?) or boring i forgot what. i really want his youtube career back, but if he doesn't want to i wish we could get fun irl streams again. i feel like if he at least was consistent doesnt have to be a weekly thing maybe even monthly would be good with some tweet announcement in advance it would be so much fun..

now sapnap,,, i like his mc content the last dteam videos were so good, but everytime i finished a video i would just get sad because we wont have another one for who knows how long.. plus he's not overly obnoxious in his youtube vids so it's fun and makes me like him a lot... his streams --he's so inconsistent,, bro keeps lying to us-- i like them sometimes but i get annoyed at how he practically has nothing planned (i get it's a 'daily' thing) and sometimes when i see him yawn i get annoyed because broooo... i wish he could actually play his hardcore world and do fun little adventures on there that would be fun to watch,, but bro just sings along to songs (it just happens all the time)..

they fumble so hard.. like sapnap could be doing so much more on his streams, but since he just waits around obviously only his very dedicated fanbase will watch or others would just watch recaps since it's not really a you need to be there thing. dream needs to get his shit together and start giving himself harsh deadlines or something like that so he can start pushing things out. george well i wish he could stream, we /hannah give him countless ideas..... just miss dreamteam honestly,, give me back the three mc nerds please.... i really just want their mc videos back

honestly i'm past waiting and i'm past caring at this point. i think its bc my hyperfix died but i can't even make myself care anymore, i've reached acceptance about how they handle their career and content.

i don't think that regular dteam content is coming, ever 😭

[thusatlas]

Okay, after spending what feels like 5 hours to try to send a longer message on tumblr – as the comments would only let me send a short paragraph and I didn't want to spam (to my shame I have to admit I’m not here very often and don't know how to tumblr) – I might finally be able to send this (or accidentally make a post or start a new cult instead, who knows, I'm talented like that). 🙈

First of, hello 😊

You have no idea how relieved I am to have found this information on The Fuckening. I just wanted to reread it (again 😅 because it's one of my go-tos for comfort reading) and was shocked to see it gone. I had feared that it would be lost forever, but knowing now that it will be back – no matter in which form – I’m glad. And you can bet that I will buy the hell out of your books when they arrive ❤

Do you have a rough estimate when I will be able to give you all my money in exchange for the best entertainment of my life? I will wait forever if I have to, of course, I’m just curious (and as you can guess eager to see how the story continues) 😅

And I don’t know if you want to give away any kind of information, but will Taliesin still be in it? I have kind of (read: completely) fallen in love with his character. And if I wouldn’t already ship him with Agent Jay like I (maybe too often) mentioned in the comments on the story (because I can’t help to be like that and obsess over minor characters and tiny side characters – just like with Theo and Blaise in the original books... and someone who almost no one understands, Zacharias Smith... but I'm repeating myself), I would want him for myself. 😅

I wish you the best of luck with your project and much inspiration 🍀❤

P.S.: Sorry for the many paranthesis 😅

Hello, my dearest! I have missed hearing from you! Kudos to you for figuring out the ask system - ngl, it all remains a mystery to me and I end up spamming people because I haven't the foggiest where to begin on fandangling the website to bend to my will. So well done! You're doing better than me! (But also, I will always endorse the creation of any cult, so I feel like you should do that anyway).

The only reticence I had about pulling the Fuckening was losing contact with the regulars who weren't necessarily in contact on Tumblr, so I am relieved to see you here. And I am really pleased you're still invested in the story despite it shifting universe - it's actually a huge relief. I hope you like where it ends up!

As for a rough estimate of when it'll be available? Not a clue. Not this year. I'll aim for an optimistic soft deadline of it being available in some form or another in 2024, but this is dependent on a million different variables that I don't really have control over. I'm going to try the traditional publishing route first, so this is going to eat into a lot of time, and then, in the miracle that I'm successful at securing the various buy-ins, the timeline will be dependent on a whole host of other things, so it may not even be in that year at all.

Failing all of that, I'll just self-publish, which shortens the timeline substantially. But even still, got to at least give the trad publishing route a go first before writing it off.

And this doesn't include the inevitable periods of writer's block and lack of will.

Either way, I'll keep you all updated with news, etc.

Alternatively, I've launched a (rough) author website and a Twitter where I'll be posting short stories and probably looking at newsletters, etc: Regan Atlas Website, Twitter

(I hate the whole marketing side of this business. My roommate is trying to convince me to start a Tiktok... I don't know if I can bring myself to that yet). For now, Tumblr will be my main source of coms because I am comfortable with hiding in this hellsite.

(( Also, spot the author name))

As for details, I love that you appreciate Tal and Agent Jay. I loved them very much too, so, of course, they will be appearing in the adaptation. The relationship between Tal and Hermione was something so tender that I think this new world is going to need to offset from the rest of the fuckery. And Jay and Kilmore are essential for the whole worldbuilding shenanigans so they'll def stay for the ride.

Thank you so much for your kindness, and I hope you know how much I have and continue to appreciate you. Stay in touch!! <3

#the fuckening adaptation #answered ask #the fuckening #yellowhufflebee #original work

[kariachi]

Birthday Ask: Anything Argit 10?

Okay, listen, I know DJW said Argit 10 got his watch off Azmuth but as funny as the idea of Azmuth being that hard up with gambling debts is it is just not interesting enough for me and leaves me with too many questions that don't get answered. So, we've got a few options!

Normally I write Argit as having been born and raised in the Null Void and here that would continue to be the case, with the ship containing the Omnitrix having ended up through a portal in it's fleeing from Vilgax, presumably crashing and as a result one each small Erinaen digging through wreckage gets a hell of a surprise (bonus points if he's still with his family when this happens, because I've been writing his Ma as having history with Vilgax ever since Mel suggested it and she would 100% sell her own kid to her on-and-off boytoy with no hesitation). His getting it at all would be made possible via one of the two following

Argit isn't born and raised in the Null Void and so gets his watch the same way the Ben got his, with the answer to the question of "wait didn't the watch latch onto Ben because it was programmed for Max and went 'close enough'?" being "no, in this universe one of Argit's relatives was higher on the list than Max was and so-"

Argit isn't born and raised in the Null Void and so gets his watch the same way the Ben got his, with the answer to the question of "wait didn't the watch latch onto Ben because it was programmed for Max and went 'close enough'?" being "yes, that is precisely the case- would you like to explain some things to the class, Maxwell?"

Final 'option I would find interesting as hell'- we go with the 'Vilgax is Argit's pa' au, which is rarely used but incredibly amusing, with this Vilgax almost getting the Omnitrix for himself when it- either because a relative on his ma's side was deemed worthy or because this one wasn't programmed or whatever- latches itself onto his 12-yo

That last one is really fun because then you get the fucking drama of parent v child (and Ari getting the news and laughing her tail off). But any one of those would be interesting as fuck and lead to some interesting storylines just from the base concept. (Come on, look at any Tennyson variant and tell me the fucking reveal alone wouldn't be worth it. The juxtaposition between 'how many relatives do we have that you haven't told us about', 'holy shit he fucked a space-rat', and 'holy shit we're related to a superhero')

And a very important portion- in my shit it is a consistent fact of the multiverse that ever Kevin has an Argit and every Argit has a Kevin and so, he needs a Kevin. You could twist shit around there to make something work with his normal chimera storyline, but I don't care to for this. Argit 10 winds up on some backwoods mudball planet at some point or another (early on, late, who the fuck knows, at some point), finds a local he gets on with like white on rice, and with whom he readily teams up to greater success, takes with him when he leaves. ("He stole me." "You agreed to come.") Kevin's still got shit going on, but Argit handles it in a more Kevin-keeping manner than Ben did (the difference between "wtf we don't hurt people what's wrong with you" and "okay but what about if we did this instead") redirects his shit until he chills out with time, support, and even vague security. If he still does the whole chimera thing, it's under much better circumstances.

I feel like Argit would go more the stealth route than Ben. He doesn't prefer to get up in the middle of things and would rather rogue his way through. Also uses his proper form more often than other Omnitrix wielders, mostly because it's actively useful. He uses the Omnitrix for disguises mostly, and those occasions he has to fight somebody (and gripes the whole time about this being why he has Kevin damnit), sometimes for just useful abilities, like if he's got to get somewhere on a close deadline or flight would be handy. For the most part he doesn't even want to be doing the hero thing, but shit just keeps fucking happening (not helped by Kevin being a trouble magnet) and he keeps getting stuck in it.

Also, because the idea amuses me- Rook still eventually gets involved. Argit will happily take opportunities to have people give him money to use his likeness with downright glee, so the shows Rook got all caught up in are still a thing and he leaves home to try to get his hero to help him become a hero himself. Imagine his surprise when when the guy the shows portrayed as this Robin Hood-meets-Batman figure turns out to be a morally grey reluctant hero who knows too much about and is too happy to engage in crime, and the guy portrayed as a bumbling sidekick turns out to be the most dangerous, if friendlier, of the pair.

And he can keep Master Control from DJW's comments, that can be what he gets off Azmuth, because the gambling debt thing does amuse me so.

#achi birth 2022 #argit 10

[malk1ns]

Oof I want to ask them all but: 9, 10, 16, 24, 25!

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

WELL in typical me fashion i am going to make this question more complicated than it needs to be....my issue with answering this is, what is a longfic? some people might define it as anything over 30k, while for others it might be reserved for fics that are 100k+.

i am okay at drabbles, i think—when i'm able to make myself reach a decent stopping point, i think my shorter stuff can be pretty impactful? but the sweet spot for me is probably between 10-15k—enough room for plot, but not enough room for me to confuse myself and lose track of what i'm saying, haha. and i am totally fine with that! i would love to do a really long fic one day, but that will require me doing a little practice with something that relates to the second part of this question....

....my god am i a pantser. i do not plot AT ALL, it is so bad. ask anyone who's ever beta-read for me, i'm sure i've inflicted light trauma on them for how late i push things and the wild swings my stories take as i write them.

so, in order to write the longfic i dream to one day do, i will have to learn to plot properly. can i do it? incredibly unclear at this point, lol.

10. How would you describe your writing process?

step one: come up with an idea.

step two: talk about it with my friends.

step three: word doc + twoish pages of actual writing

step four: open the word doc periodically and add nothing

step five (optional): finish it in a feverish burst of 12-36 hours *only applicable to fics with deadlines

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

SUMMARIES. i am MISERABLE at them.

**please note that i'm an idiot who cannot read and got 15 and 16 mixed up, please find the answer to 16 over here!

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

ummm hm! i think i've gotten better at packing a lot of characterization and distinct versions of the guys i'm writing into fewer words. overall my stories are getting shorter but i don't think they've lost all that much of their emotional kick, at least not based on the feedback i get, so i think that's a good sign!

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

honestly i love writing so like...all of it? once i'm actually doing it i'm always having a blast. i like coming up with little turns of phrase that sound cool to myself, there are some in a lot of my fics that i always wait to see if someone will point out!

thank you!!! <3

ask game here!

#fic asks #ask game #my writing

[happyk44]

Legit if I ever did become a semi-popular author (and by that I mean like. 20 ppl I don't know and didn't coerce into buying my books out of family/friendship committment bought and read my stuff and liked it), I would v likely not stop writing fanfic

Bc 1) um. I have way too many ideas that are not easily transferrable to original WIPs and also I do not want more original fucking WIPs okay Bc that requires more than one draft and fanfic is v much write publish and move on for me 🤷‍♂️

And 2) I just don't care. I will v likely never be Trad published BC I just dont have the energy to:

Write multiple drafts

Then shop them to different agencies with my fingers crossed

Revise and go through another draft, possibly multiple of them, if I get picked up by an agent

Shop to different publishers with my fingers crossed

Revise and go through another draft, possibly multiple of them, if I get picked up by a publisher

Do a whole bunch of marketing in between

Probably some other shit I forgot about that will take time and energy that I don't have Bc I work a day job and have chronic illnesses and spend most of my free time asleep anyway

I also just. Don't vibe with the idea that someone can look at my outline, my characters, my story, and all the work I put into it and say "actually scrub these parts out, they're not sellable". I don't like the idea of another person or company owning my story. And I don't have the capacity to write to market. I want to make weird shit that clicks with like 4 people. I don't want to have to sanitize anything.

And I take too long to write as is and with Trad publishing we've got a deadline breathing down my neck. At least if I stick to self-publishing, my drafts can take as long as they want from first to final, with all the editing and beta reading I need in between. Costly? Yeah, that's why the first round of books I've ever published were untouched by outside eyes Bc I was young and broke.

But I have a decent job now and I'm older and more confident in my skills so like. I don't mind putting in a chunk of change, only to come out at a loss in the end 😂 I just want ppl to read it. I don't need all the bells and whistles.

So, yeah, without the weight of "Trad publishers typically want you to scrub away any fanfic you might have", I don't really see the need to kick it to the curb. I like writing fanfic. If I wanna take time between drafts, or while I'm waiting for beta/editor feedback, and scribble out some drabbles or another fucking 60k masterpiece that like 5 people read because I wanna write but I'm too tired to fuck with another original piece, I can do it.

If I got offered smth by a small/indie publisher, I might be happy to take them up on it because they tend to be more forgiving of the weird and wonderful, but I don't like leaving people in the lurch because I'm a slow writer, which is why I really hate that I have those 4 ongoing fics still posted on ao3, and why my plan is to just fucking write and complete the whole series before I even hit publish on book 1 for any future series I may write Bc I don't wanna throw out book one, get at least one person invested, and then take five years to spit out book two.

(plus I get worried that I'll hit publish, start book two and realize I need to change smth in the story that requires going back and changing things in book one 😩 and like yes. I fully outline all books in a series before I hit publish, but hey, outlines are subject to change Bc stories are flexible)

Plus again 3) I like writing fanfic. I like playing with characters and settings I didn't create. I like writing meta and unhinged nonsense abt them. It's a different kind of imagination, and I enjoy it! I don't wanna have to stop unless I'm busy with other shit. And even then, I'd still like the opportunity to return if I wanted without have to orphan or plonk my shit under Anonymous. They're my stories!!

Anyway. Idk. Fingers crossed I finish a draft of smth end of next year 🤷‍♂️

#happy's babblings #i know i mumble about this a lot but I've neen having a go of it lately and not being able to write my og shit is really stressing me out

[welllpthisishappening]

Catching the Highlights

It wasn’t like she was nervous, not really. Or jealous, even. Honestly, the entire story was more than a little hysterical and very nearly distracted Belle from the obviously frustrated way Will kept moving his hands at the end of the second period. Still, there was something about sitting in the stands that felt different and maybe hearing about how her maybe-boyfriend made out with Anna Vankald one time was just the push she needed. To make things a bit more real.

———

Word Count: Nearly 4.5K AN: This is a thing I do now, apparently. Write Blue Line! Will and Belle. And poorly photoshop eights into sixes on jerseys. Although I draw the line at making the girl that same photo wear a skirt. Anyway, this continues to be real fun, I hope the five people enjoying it continue to enjoy it and I think I’ve got at least one more idea for these dweebs. So, that’ll probably happen sooner rather than later. Possibly with more badly executed photoshops.

———

It had something to do with his eyes. 

With the way they narrowed ever so slightly, able to thin without causing any sort of furrow between his brow or lines of frustration on his forehead. They’d pinch. His eyes, that was. Make it so it was difficult for Belle to see the brown there or the bits of gold that she was at least ninety-six percent positive she wasn’t imagining and only slightly less confident had something to do with her. 

She’d never really been one for details, like that. 

Strange as it might have been. 

Details were the lifeblood of research. Tiny bits of information that could sway a doctoral defense or prove an argument, but Belle had always been far more interested in the sweeping potential of a very good story, and research had that too, she supposed. To some degree, at least. Although, that was getting existential. Her work was good. She was good. Fine, even. Definitely fine. Nothing to see here. Nothing to worry about. No reason to compare the strange and not entirely unfamiliar sensation of fluttering in the pit of her stomach whenever Will glanced her way to the decidedly still nature of all her internal organs while she spent eight to ten hours uptown five days a week. 

Sitting at her desk, she regularly tried to fit into the mold, everything everyone expected her to be with the title she had, and that required her to think less about the bigger picture. That sounded negative. It wasn’t. Probably. Hopefully. Just required further research. More details and specific examples.

All of them regarding the nature of Will’s eyes.

Even so, she—

Part of her missed it. The sweep. The really good stories. Ones that were less clinical and more fantastical. And the deep breath that always came just seconds before being overwhelmed. By the current and the wave and those were rather similar, as far as analogies went, but all the best stories always left her a little overwhelmed, and Belle’s cheeks were starting to ache as something bubbled out of her. Laughter, in its purest form. Bouncing and bounding and echoing off otherwise abandoned walls, the pair of them tucked into a corner of the Garden concourse because they hadn’t actually decided this was a secret, but Anna Vankald was apparently living her life under some sort of blood oath, all sworn secrecy, and poorly executed winks in the second period.

Like this was hidden. A tiny detail tucked away. Never debated. Never highlighted in the opening paragraphs of a twenty-six-page dissertation. With Chicago-style formatting. 

No one ever knew how to property do Chicago-style formatting. 

Belle might have hated Chicago-style formatting. 

She’d never been to Chicago.

Had never been—

Will’s eyes were barely slits on his face. 

Twisted lips loomed above her, not quite frustration, but inching closer the longer she kept laughing, and she refused to linger on what that meant. The laughing. The happiness. Joy, maybe. She looked up, instead. Let her head bump the wall her shoulders already had, appreciating the soft scrape of what might have been concrete against her hair, like that would ground her or slow her overactive imagination, and his hair was still wet. 

“She wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” Belle bit the side of her tongue. Didn’t help, really. With her laughter problem. “Keeping state secrets?” “It happened once.” “Yes, she mentioned that, too.” He might have growled. Some strange part of her wanted him to, relished whatever the technical term was for the sound that eked out between his bared teeth, rolling his whole head in the process. Their noses nearly collided. 

Belle pushed up on her toes. 

To kiss the tip of Will’s nose. 

“That’s distracting,” he grumbled, but his hand had inched under the hem of her shirt, and that meant he’d managed to get the hem of her shirt out of the skirt she was wearing. 

“Should I have worn your jersey or something?”

His eyes snapped. Open. Brown and gold, and that wasn’t a particularly swoon-like combination in any of the stories Belle had memorized while she was growing up. Heroes with royal titles and broadswords quite literally made to challenge dragons and hordes of villains always came with blonde hair and a slight curl, flashing blue eyes that twinkled in sunlight and starlight, and Belle’s hand didn’t shake. When she brushed the few drops of water clinging to Will’s temple away. 

Her calves were starting to ache, too. Made sense. She was still pushed up on her toes. 

And the Rangers had lost. Not—well, not badly. By two goals, and one of those was an empty-net goal, which was a term Belle figured out all on her own. Well before Anna mumbled explanations under her breath, glaring daggers any time the Islanders fan two rows in front of them dared to open his mouth. 

Honestly, that was part of the problem. He kept yelling, and Anna looked dangerously close to staging some sort of public execution in section 204 and Belle had asked. For details. Wanted a good story, or possibly a distraction because she’d noticed the way Will’s hands moved at the end of the second period, staging a rather enthusiastic conversation with a man she’d never met, but his jersey said LOCKSLEY, and she didn’t think the jersey would lie to her. 

She was going to blame the Islanders fan. 

“If you did that,” Will mumbled, in response to a question she’d legitimately almost forgotten about, “I’m not sure I would have been able to get out on the ice.” “Oh, compliment or—” “Definite compliment. Was that not obvious?” “Well, you’re making out with so many other girls.”

Her laugh clung to the letters, pulling her lips behind her teeth to keep from smiling like a total idiot. Something was happening. With the flutters and the overall ability of her nasal passages to get oxygen back to her lungs, and it must have been a trick of the light. The way Will’s eyes flashed, gaze flicking up beneath eyelashes and just above the half curve of his mouth, and Belle’s knees felt a little unsteady beneath her. Fighting against the force of a wholly imaginary, even more staggering wave. 

“One time,” he said, straining on every letter, “it happened one time, and—seriously, why was she talking about this with you?” “Asked for a fun and interesting story about her.” Will’s eyes bugged, another shift in his voice that was much more like a crack as he nearly shouted, “And that’s what she came up with?”

“Said anything she had to tell me about her childhood was boring. Mostly because a lot of it would focus on KJ, because—”

“That’s Cap.” Belle clicked her tongue. “Wow, thank you for that. What would I do without you?” “If you wore my jersey, I think my head would explode.” “Not the compliment you think it is, either. That’d be a lot of blood. Who would even clean that up? Couldn’t make someone here do it; that’d be mean. Cruel and unusual, probably.” “I like your skirt.” “Better,” Belle laughed, in spite of her best efforts. Which were really lackluster, quite frankly. “Anyway, the childhood was apparently super boring, and there were shenanigans of rookie season to discuss.”

“She grew up in a mansion!” “Yeah, we got to that part eventually, although technically, I think it was just a brownstone.” “Rich kid description.” “You can tell her that if you want, I’m sure,” Belle reasoned, but his lips were back to twisted, and she was already on her toes. Made sense to use that to her advantage. Pressing kisses against the edges of his mouth, alternating back and forth until it felt a little like a rhythm she could time the rest of her vaguely unsteady breathing to, and she certainly did try. Didn’t work, but something about effort and attempts and those were—

Details, really. 

“I like her,” Belle added lightly, mouth moving across a stubble-covered cheek. Part of her felt ridiculous. Always did with things like this. She wasn’t the story. Will wasn’t the hero. He and his teammate had gotten into a fight at the end of the second period, for God’s sake. And this wasn’t—well, it wasn’t a fairy tale. No matter how much sweeping there might have been. With its butterfly wings and salt-filled waves, all of which existed solely in Belle’s subconscious. 

But there was this other part. 

Part of her that didn’t always linger behind her desk. Flitted through imaginary scenarios and stories stored in the back corner of her brain, the same one that could still smell salt air with startling clarity, and remembered the precise taste of freshly-made taffy from that one restaurant on the beach. Details. She remembered those details. Held them fast, afraid they’d disappear otherwise, and made sure they played prominent roles in every daydream. 

For fear of what would happen if she didn’t. 

How they’d fade. Grow grey and thin, and it was a contradiction. Right in the middle of her. And that scared her just a little bit, because whatever was happening now, right at that moment, with a hand flat on the curve of her hip and her heart doing its abject best to beat its way out of her chest, she felt the same exact way. Sweeping and detailed and not the least bit jealous. 

There was no need to be, really. Not when she was fairly certain she could drown in the golden flecks of Will’s eyes. Constantly staring at her as they were apt to do. 

“Do you want to hear the gist of the story?”

Will’s lips pursed. Stayed that way even as Belle’s lips continued their path across his face, spending at least two seconds at the side of his left eye and the still slightly damp area surrounding his right temple. She started picking up speed. Quick kisses that she could only hope felt as strongly as the prickle of her lips suggested. But then Will’s fingers tightened. Not much. Just enough to be obvious, and Belle grinned against his cheek. 

“I lived it,” Will argued, but there wasn’t much fight in it. He’d done that already, anyway. They’d get to that part, eventually. 

“As the story goes, though, there was some less than savory libations involved, and—” “I’m still not convinced that vodka was legal in the continental United States.” “Suggests it’d be fair game in Hawaii and Alaska, though. Possibly Puerto Rico. I’m not sure what the rules on that are. Maybe the US Virgin Islands. What about Guam? You think your alcohol would be fair game in Guam?” “I’d have to check the label.” “You still have it?” Belle balked, almost fully and entirely prepared for the flash of amusement and the precise angle of eyebrow jump. Almost being the key word, there. Another burst of laughter tumbled out of her, lips on her cheeks that time, all blazing and prickling, and that one wasn’t inherently positive, but she was slightly worried her hair was going to get caught in the concrete of the wall and she could not possibly be expected to think when Will’s hand kept doing whatever it was it was doing. 

“No, no, we did a very good job of drinking that entire thing, but I’d know that bottle anywhere.” “Where were you buying illegal alcohol? Also, how did you not die drinking hundred-proof vodka?” “Pure force of will.”

“And bad hockey games.” “Those too,” Will admitted grudgingly. An edge crept into his voice. Likely born in the second period of this game. She kissed the bridge of his nose. The tip. Between his eyebrows. Waiting for some of the tension to leave his shoulder blades, and that was all she got. Some. It was enough, for now. 

“You want to talk about that?” “Losing a playoff game my rookie season? That happened a bunch of times, babe, this was just—” “Don’t be an idiot,” Belle interrupted. 

He grinned. Tension kept pulling taut between his shoulders and the slope of his cheekbones, the second of which was really starting to offend Belle on an almost fundamental level, but his smile looked legitimate, and that was enough. 

“Should I go defend your honor in the locker room, darling?” The grin widened. “Trying to get a rise out of me, but gender is a social construct, so I don’t think it affects nicknames, and I’m a real big fan of that one, actually.” “No rise,” Belle promised, fingers hovering above his shoulders, and they both flinched when he winced. “Going to be honest, the hitting sort of freaked me out.” “Locksley wasn’t going to hit me.” “Well, yeah, then I’d have to punch him in the locker room.” “Keep your thumb inside your fist,” Will suggested, “that way you won’t break it.” “Right, right, naturally,” Belle mumbled, and she didn’t know how they managed it. Stayed upright while his hand shifted further up the back of her shirt and her teeth grazed the curve of his jaw. She was on something of a mission, now. To cover every inch of his face. With her lips. “Anyway, as Anna told this wholly fascinating story, there was a lot of vodka involved, a very bad loss, some card game—” “—Kings.” “That’s a drinking game.” “Well, now you’re getting into unnecessary specifics.” Her body shook. Against Will’s. Who almost immediately groaned. Presumably at the location and exact angle of her hips. “Ok, so there were cards involved in your drinking game. Pizza was eaten, alcohol was downed in alarmingly large gulps.” “Editorializing a bit, mon bonheur.”

“What’s that one?” “Happiness.” “Oh, that one’s nice.” Will huffed. “They’re all super nice; I have a very large crush on you; I don’t want to talk about making out with Anna Vanklad anymore.”

He said it quickly, rushing over the words. Some might even say sweepingly. Where Belle was the some. In that instance, specifically. Someone, more like. She didn’t care. Was not spending even a second on proper sentence structure or appropriate internal grammar, was far too preoccupied with the circumference of Will’s eyes. And that one muscle in his jaw. Jumping with startling regularity, really. Totally different from her heart and her pulse and it was difficult to catch her breath. 

Felt a bit like she’d played a hockey game. 

A walking contradiction. 

Where she also wasn’t walking anywhere. At all. Had absolutely no intention of walking away. From this.

“Was it not a good make-out?” “I honestly don’t remember a lot of it,” Will sighed, another roll of his neck. Something cracked. “That’s not game-related,” he added, and she could only imagine it had to do with the look on her face, “anyway, it was just...there was that vodka involved, and Vankald spent a ton of time at our apartment. She wasn’t Cap’s sister-in-law yet, but they’d grown up together, was my friend, and he’d fallen asleep, so…” “Figured you just make out?” “Not a lot of thought involved in it. She was a fixture, y’know? Shit, that sounds shitty. Does that sound super shitty?

“Drifting toward shitty, yeah.”

“Anna came to visit a lot because no matter what she may claim, she worries about Cap as much as anyone. Even El and Leader, and that’s—” “Wait, you have an Alien Leader you all report to?” “You’re ruining this story.” Her laugh got caught. Directly between them, all mouths and that goddamn hand, Belle’s neck tilting back on what might have been instinct and need, and she’d gasped more in the last four hours than she had in her entire life. “Tell me more about your Alien Leader, please.” “He only acts like an alien.” “Huh, that cleared up absolutely nothing.” “You should keep kissing me.” “Compare and contrast, huh?” Will groaned. Again. Part two. Let his mouth drag down the side of her throat, and Belle couldn’t stop laughing. Happiness poured out of her, new and a little strange in its quantity. As if she was made of the stuff, even worried as she was through all three periods. She’d kept wringing her fingers together. At one point, Anna had to hold her hand. 

“Ruining,” another kiss, “this,” teeth on her collar bone, “baby girl.”

Suggesting that she lit up in a way that reminded her of a Christmas tree was—

Farcical, maybe. 

Nothing inhuman happened. There were no bells. No whistles. No flashing neon lights suggesting this was the moment and a conversation regarding the man with his hand currently inching towards her right boob drunkenly making out with someone who wasn’t Belle should not have been so—

Fun. 

God, it was fun. She was having fun. With him and because of him. Hockey nonsense aside. 

Because, since coming to New York with her invisible tail tucked between her legs and the near-desperate desire to get away from that seaside town with its ghosts and its demands and its plan for a future that simply did not fit her anymore, Belle had tried. Really. To shed that persona. To be someone new. Hard as she tried, though, there were ties. Those lingering memories. Ones that dug in their heels, while she gripped others with both hands. She was, and she wasn’t. Small town and big town, a librarian who couldn’t care less about details while focusing on  specifics with everything in her. 

And none of it ever really made much sense. 

Hurt her head to think about, everything she tried to contain and the worry that ate away at her sometimes. That she’d messed up, ruined all of it and—

She didn’t kiss Will’s mouth. 

Peppered his face, instead. With her lips and the feelings behind them, mapping the space until she was certain she knew it as well as her own, and she wanted to. Wanted to learn everything about this guy who felt as jagged as she did, made up of right and wrong and mistakes and possibility and she knew it was only a matter of time before he got impatient. 

She liked that about him. 

That he didn’t always wait for her to catch up. Just knew that she would. 

Plus, his tongue in her mouth was really something Belle was starting to appreciate. In an obsessive sort of way. 

She might have groaned that time. 

Fingers scrambled against the front of his shirt — team-branded, again, and that shouldn’t have been charming, but it was and likely would continue to be, and there were goosebumps on her skin. They were really very good at kissing. Each other, specifically. 

“I like you, too,” Belle said, and it was a strange thing not to be embarrassed by the breathless nature of her voice. 

Will’s chest was practically heaving, though. So that put them on even ground. Common ground, at least. 

“You’re not mad?” “Give me some credit, sweetheart.” He chuckled, warm air against the top of her shoulder. “Was a very long time ago, for whatever that might be worth.” “Twelve galleons.” “I don’t know the conversion rate of that.” “No one does, so I think we’re all in the same boat.” “You don’t think Jo knows the conversion rate of her own fictional monetary system?” Belle shook her head. “I absolutely do not, because she was a shit world-builder and also a fairly terrible person now, so—” She shrugged. Will beamed. Some joke about a Christmas tree.

“So,” he echoed, “the thought of making out with Little Vankald has never once again crossed my mind.”

Someone scoffed. With entirely false indignation.

Using Will’s shoulder as leverage — the non-bruised one, naturally — Belle got enough height beneath her toes to see Anna cross her arms. And scowl at the pair of them. Badly. The scowl lasted all of five seconds before it evolved into its own rather uproarious laughter, another echo that filled the empty space of a concourse Belle could not imagine they were supposed to be standing on. Only a matter of time until someone else found them. 

She wasn’t sure that was a bad thing, actually. 

“That’s super rude, Scarlet,” Anna hissed, muffled footsteps that only lost their volume because of the overall status of Belle’s heart. Still trying to fly out of her. “But I want it noted, for the record and all that, that I don’t want to make out with you ever again, either.”

“Do you remember it being way wetter than it should have been?” “You problem, absolutely.” “I haven’t had that issue,” Belle argued, mostly to guarantee the quirk of Will’s lips. Worked like a charm. Or something less lame sounding. In her head. Most of this commentary was in her head. 

“Lucky you,” Anna drawled. 

“C’mon,” Will whined, “no one told you to start with this story.” “Start with, huh?” His eyes. Were becoming a serious problem and a growing majority in the basis for most of Belle’s heart-related issues, but she forced herself to meet his gaze and tilt her chin up and she didn’t think she imagined the way his tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek. In an appraising sort of way. 

“I really would have told you. Eventually” “I know.” “I’m serious.” “I know,” Belle repeated, “and I’m really not threatened by someone who you still regularly refer to as Little Vankald.” Anna flipped him off. Or them, maybe. As a collective unit. Belle wanted them to be a collective unit. “I could order a jersey online, right?” “Nah, I know people, don’t waste your money.” “Could probably get Kris to help,” Anna added, “as the physical form of my apology.” Belle waved her off. “It was a good story. Highs, lows, drama, does your—do we call him your brother-in-law? He’s not the Alien Leader, right?” “You mean Liam?” Will’s laugh was more like a barely-contained snort of humor and shoulders that were tight for a reason that did not involve pessimistic emotions. Belle’s lips twitched. “Just knew that off the top of your head, did you?” she asked. 

“If you knew Liam, you’d understand. Was Scarlet suggesting we’re all aliens?” “Nah, just him.” “I did no such thing,” Will objected, another glance in Anna’s direction, “Cap looking for us?” She nodded. “Locksley too. Should I be worried Mom and Dad are getting a divorce?” “You’re the most dramatic person alive.” “Lots of hand moving between the two of you, your girlfriend was worried.”

It was Belle’s turn to tense. With what, she wasn’t entirely sure. Some sort of emotion, she assumed. Adrenaline, maybe. Hope, possibly. And it wasn’t like she was waiting for labels, but she’d come to pretty good terms with her ability to counter herself in the midst of her own silent monologue, and Will was staring again. Straight through her, it seemed. 

Or maybe directly into her. 

That was sentimental, though. 

“Does Killian know that you two made out once?” Anna hissed. “If you tell KJ about this, I will actually have to strangle you, no matter how much I like you and how much Scarlet wants to date you.” “Aren’t we dating already?” Anna opened her mouth, what Belle knew would be more sarcasm and the teasing nature of her and Will’s relationship, but she had more pressing issues, and he answered, anyway. “Yeah, we totally are, plus I like you way more than I hate Ariel’s inevitable victory lap, so I mean, that’s—” Cutting him off was rude. Not nice. Inevitable. 

Based solely on the size of his eyes and their gold-like nature. 

“I, uh—” Belle started, “I know we’re not supposed to accept the set-up, and Ariel’s going to be so annoying, but maybe we could…” She shrugged. Tried to stay focused. And upright. Continued standing seemed important in a moment like this. “We’re both kinda messed up, don’t you think?” “Little,” Will murmured. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know, and I know that we’re...I mean, this is good, and I’m mostly good with it, but also, I was super nervous during the game, and what were you guys fighting about?” “Fighting is a strong word. More like discussing how Locksley should learn to keep his stick on the ice so he can get that tip from my slap.” “Weird turn of phrase.” “Slap shot.” “No time for full terminology, huh?” “How goes the understanding icing battle?” She was going to sprain her cheeks. Maybe Ariel could help with that. After gloating. Ariel was absolutely going to gloat. “Getting there,” Belle promised, and it was not about hockey, “don’t you think?” “Mmhm.” “So, uh—I don’t know what you do after games, but…” “Little Vankald is totally here to drag us uptown because Cap regularly challenges her in the dramatics, and I bet he’s hungry.” “You eat after games?” “Ariel’s husband owns that restaurant.” “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, that’s how I met her actually. Good onion rings. Weird we didn’t ever see each other there at the same time, though.” Will hummed. Stuck out his lower lip. Challenged her without saying anything, and Anna was still standing there, and security had to be aware of them, but Belle was in the middle of something, and it was good and great and made absolutely no sense because she was not a pro sports girlfriend, but the labels really weren’t important, and it was all—

She gasped. For, like, the four-thousandth time that night. 

Saved the best for last, though. 

Will’s mouth found hers in a crashing sort of way that altered the cosmos, or at least Belle’s perception of the world around her. Particularly when her hands were suddenly more like barnacles, gripping his shirt as if she was afraid he’d disappear otherwise. Knuckles cracked and breath caught, everything spinning and staying frustratingly still, and one of her heels popped out of her shoe. Pressing back up on her toes didn’t do her calves any favors, but she wasn’t bruised and they were both a disaster, and the tongue thing really was pretty fantastic. 

Tracing the inside of her mouth and the seam of her lips, Will’s rumble of pleasure echoed between her ribs, enough to spur Belle’s arm up as she slung it around his neck. Her fingers found skin and short hair, nails scratching so she could hear that sound again. 

She closed her eyes. 

Let the details seep in, and settle into her soul. 

Until Anna coughed, and there was a security guard standing next to her, and Will’s head dropped to Belle’s collar bone again. He kissed there, too. Before spinning on his sandals, all confidence, and bravado, a reasonable excuse that someone, somewhere, would probably believe. Not this security guard, but that probably wasn’t important, and Belle had helped Will make an Instagram account. 

So, something about a cat and a bag and—

His fingers laced through hers. 

“Wanna challenge Locksley to a fight for my honor?” She scrunched her nose. Pretended to grimace when his lips pressed against her cheek. Anna gagged. “Yeah,” Belle said, “that’s exactly what I want to do.”

#scarlet beauty #scarlet beauty ff #scarlet beauty fic #blue line one shots #defensive!blue line #i don't know guys—these have just taken on a life of their own #will i put them on ao3? maybe who can say #i mean i can #but...they're still kind of short i think #for ao3 #if any of the five you reading this want specific scenes let me know #i've got time between waiting on people to make their deadlines

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hey! thank you for your services to thirsty fan girls everywhere 😂 are you able to write something for percy jackson where they’re maybe college age but they return to camp as counsellors with reader being head of apollo cabin, and just something smutty (preferably w face riding bc i saw your post through the logan lerman tag about wanting to do just that)

pairing: percy Jackson (18+ btw) x fem!reader

warnings: smut → face riding 

word count: 681

a/n: omg hahaha you’re very much welcome 😂 

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the two of you giggle as you pull him into the cabin; fingers laced together with excitement, the heat on each other’s skin passing through onto the other. With even a second after Percy closes the door, he picks you up and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you fall into harder fits of laughter as he drops you on the bed. 

It had been a while since you’d seen each other. College got in the way of casual meet ups, date nights became a rarity due to stress and frantically trying to meet deadlines. But finally, summer came and you were back at Camp Half-Blood in no time. 

Percy wastes no time in undressing you, already trying to hastily lift your shirt over your head. You help him and shake your head at his neediness. 

“Wait, I, uh, I wanna try something different,” percy sits back. His lips still swollen from the secret makeout sesh you had behind the trees after dinner. 

“yeah, okay. What is it?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and uh, would you - maybe ride my face?” he asks, cheeks flushing a shade of red. 

You practically moan at his words, thinking how hot it would be. Cupping his cheeks, you pull him in for a kiss. He's surprised at your response, having not thought of any kind of response from you in his head before he asked. Percy lays back against the mattress, bringing you with him so you can straddle his waist. 

You shuffle out of your pants, dropping them by the floor near your shirt. Percy’s hips rock into yours with such need, it makes the both of you expel a sigh. While you trail kisses along his neck, his fingers find their way to your panties, teasing you so prettily as he circles his fingertip on your clothed clit. 

You gasp against his neck and rock against his finger, wanting to feel more of him. But when he continue to do nothing but tease you, you sit up and pull your underwear off. You plant a kiss on his lips before straddling his face, hands intertwining with his as he licks a stripe up your folds. 

“fuck percy, you have no idea how much I've missed this,” you moan, resting your hands back against his stomach as you lean back. 

“I can only take a guess,” he muffles a chuckle from between your thighs. 

“faster, baby, please.” the pleading and the whines only makes percy harder for you. His cock begins to strain in his briefs, his head swarming with previous memories of him fucking you. 

His tongue flicks rapidly on your clit, groaning against you at the sound of your gorgeous moans. that was one thing he would never get tired of; the way you’d moan and whine for him, the way you’d rock your hips with such need, the way you surrender yourself and are completely merciful to him. You are all for him. 

“you sound like you wanna cum, princess,” percy chuckles against you. His fingers kneading your ass and holding your hips down further on his mouth. You whine in response; the sensation bubbling in your toes and spreading all the way up your legs to your core. Your stomach tightens. Moans become louder - so loud, you have to cover your mouth with your hands to prevent anyone from hearing. This is still a camp full of people after all. 

Then, Percy does something he’s never really done before. 

He begins sucking on your clit. His arms lock around your thighs tighter, preventing you from wriggling around or moving. God, the way his mouth feels around you sends you into complete overdrive. 

You muffle a scream of his name into your hand, feeling your walls pulse as you cum. One of your hands steady themselves on his shoulder, the other beside his head, twisting and pulling at the bedsheet. 

You lift your hips from him, feeling too sensitive for him to continue. 

“what makes you think I’m done with you yet?”

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wait multimedia art? that's a course I've considered taking 😭 i heard it's very heavy on 3d stuff tho. id love to hear about your experience

Multimedia Art! I studied in University of Fine Arts of Lisbon (or as it's called here; FBAUL) My experience there, alongside everyone in my year, was very unique since the curriculum changed mid course and a good chunk of our final semester was spent in quarantine.

A good summary of my college exp was building the ability to do projects from start to finish. Photography, animation, comics, games, audio and video editing, drawing, etc. Alongside the mandatory classes, I've had optional ones. Mandatory classes didn't required me to do 3D work. You could pick optionals that focuses on it, however. So in my experience, it was not heavy on 3D unless someone seeked it out.

I'm gonna be honest, college was gruesome for me (maybe the daily 3 hours of traveling in 3 different types of transportation sunk me in) but I really cherish the things and experience I got within in.

Here goes advices to have an easier experience in college

Learn from everything

Every class has something to learn from and apply to your work. We had drawing classes in which we had to draw a massive pile of random projects set in the center of the room. I've seen some people question as to WHY we are doing something so random. Who will ever need to draw a pile of random stuff? However, it's not about the pile. In that class I reinforced my skills of composition, scale between elements, how to accurately represent man-made items with the dynamic of an illustration. Enjoy and soak in, even seemingly random assignments can have a purpose.

It was also in that drawing class that I learned one of my fave advices ever. I had discarded a drawing and said that I ruined it when the teacher asked why. He replied ''If it's already ruined, then ruin it further''. That loss of high expectations allowed for more freedom, and the result made was much better than anticipated. It happens A LOT when I do ink art. I ruin things, and in an attempt to fix or 'go with the flow', the result turns out much better than the initial plan.

Note: Model drawing class (censored cuz idk how tumblr would react) and statue drawing. The graphite work I did that year made me so bold with shading, both irl and digitally.

Not your magnum opus

None of the projects that you make need to be done at the highest of your skill. I've ALWAYS said to my classmates that we are there to learn the step-by-steps of projects, and try to make a solid one ourselves. Just a solid one, not a perfect one. That being because I've seen it often that projects would start out hyper-detailed and incredibly worked...only for the deadline to approach, and suddenly things aren't as of quality as they were in the start, and the student feels like a failiure over it, and their motivation sinks, and they likely will never attempt it again outside of college. Don't fall for it! You're there to learn what it takes to create a project, and then attempt it at your highest quality in another context.

My example with this were comics. I made comics, animations, games, photos from start to finish. Were they amazing? No. BUT I now know what is needed to make them at full skill outside of college.

Note: Comic class! First one was made based on a sentence prompt (the dialogue). Second one was a re-draw of Pop Team Epic. Made my teacher say ''shut the f*ck up and die'' out loud hsjdhask, she was so hesitant)

Know your limits (and use them for your advantage)

My biggest advantage in college was making my lack of skill seem like a stylistic choice rather than....lack of skill, haha. A massive example of that was my animation project. I didn't have the time to learn software skills nor the time to polish them into smooth, colorful animation. Knowing that I'm unable to do beautiful animation, I decided to use my low skill for full advantage. Now the colorless characters with shaky linework and animation were an aestethic, rather than a flaw. Settle your goals in clever ways that make you look like you're in control. That will also push you out of your own style and reveal some really interesting results.

Note: I animated a short vocaloid MV (Panda Hero by Gumi, with the english translation by vgperson on youtube) A nod to my advice above aswell; this looks messy but it was made from start to finish, and allowed me to learn what it takes to make a MV. I had planned doing another, outside college, but the idea faded.

A GREATER example of this would be the things that made me most popular online; my character design. We were told to design characters based on chess pieces for our weekly Concept Art assignment. I wanted to do fully rendered, beautiful work, but time and SKILL limitations pushed me to settle for ink AND to shade it in a fitting, inky style. I didn't plan on posting it online, but did out of random impulse and it changed my art career forever.

Remember, one of your biggest limits is also the deadline. Don't leave your work for last minute. Unlike high school, the stress of late college works is much, much worse...

That is all, for now. Thank you so much for reading this far.

As a final note, please take care of your health. College is difficult and strains some more than others. Be kind to yourself and to your work.

#ask #personal #long post #art college #art university