#you too can do this if you play d&d for your actual job for seven years solid I guess

[sidleyparkhermit]

Forget any of the clutch rolls. The miracle we witnessed tonight was an entire seven-person D&D party making a plan, and all of them knowing what the plan entailed, and then all of them actually doing the things in the plan the way they were supposed to, resulting in the actual intended goal, and then all running away in the right direction. Never thought I'd see the day, folks, I'm gonna be high off that for weeks

#cr spoilers #cr liveblog #critical role spoilers #critical role #you too can do this if you play d&d for your actual job for seven years solid I guess #c3e47

[cheolhub]

YOU GET ME SO HIGH — VERNON CHWE ࿐

summary. smoking with your best friend (who you totally don’t have a crush on) is super fun till all you can think about is him… well, doing him, to be more specific.

wc. 6.2k

warnings. recreational marijuana use!!, dubcon (kinda? sex while high), bf2l + idiots to lovers, kinda fluffy!! weed is referred to as ‘green crack’ several times lol, fingering, hehe big d!ck!vernon, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, pet names (baby), brief tit worship, naked confessions, vernon is kinda shy, jealous, nervous & rlly likes boobs and reader is v needy lol <3— MINORS DNI 18+

note. havent seen anyone write for vernon in like 3 years so here’s my lowkey cringey, poorly-written, self-indulgent fic that i was supposed to post for his birthday 2 months ago ++ guest appearance from weed dealer!cheol bc yeah :3

if you had told vernon that his best friend was someone he’d met in a biology lab–one that he was accidentally put into his freshmen year– he’d say you were a liar. nonetheless, it’s true– you’re his best friend and you have been for years now. in your fourth and final year of university, you still sit on the balcony of your apartment with him like you have every other day for the past three.

“happy birthday, vernon,” you smile cheekily, passing him a snack-size ziplock baggie. “i got you an eighth since you’re always begging to smoke my shit.” 

he laughs and gives you a lazy smile, “Y/N, my birthday was over two months ago… plus, you know you didn’t have to get me anything.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes, “hansol vernon chwe, you are my best friend, of course i had to. and… i was waiting for a few of my checks to hit, that's why it’s a belated birthday gift.” you take his hand, placing the bag into it. “now take it and don’t smoke it all in a day, got it?”

he nods, eyes softening, “thank you,” he says. “must’ve cost your broke ass a fortune, though, so next time– don’t get me anything.”

you giggle at the joke that’s actually, not really a joke. “i really don’t think you have any room to speak– who here has a real job?” 

he rolls his eyes, “my job is real, thank you very much.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “reselling limited edition vinyls for seven times what you bought them for isn’t a job, vernon, that’s called being a dick.” you tell him. “and actually, the prices weren’t too bad. cheol gave me a discount.”

vernon almost visibly clenches at the name of your awfully-sweet dealer. though he can attest, cheol is only ever sweet to you. every time he’s bought from your favorite supplier, he’s been a total asshole and upcharges him for no reason which is one of the basis’ why he’s always smoking your stuff. you always tell him it’s karma for selling records at such a high price, but vernon begs to differ. he knows that cheol just doesn’t like him and he has a gut feeling that it’s because of you. 

“oh yeah? how’d you get him to do that?” he asks, but he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. the answer being cheol has a thing for you.

you bite your lip, looking over your apartment balcony. “mmm, he showed up here while i was… you know…playing around…and…”

vernon knows you well enough to finish your sentence for you. “masturbating?”

“vernon, be modest!” you whine, hiding your face in your hands. “you knew, you didn’t have to say it!” 

he chuckles, “it’s normal, Y/N, we all do it. no need to be embarrassed over it.”

it’s true. everyone does it. but not everyone masturbates thinking about their best friend. he thinks that might just be him. 

“yeah, but you’ve probably never done it thinking you’d be finished before your hot drug dealer shows up at your apartment.” you blush. vernon doesn’t say anything for a while and you’re afraid you’ve made him feel uncomfortable (even though he claims you never have). you bite the insides of your cheeks before uttering, “can you pack a joint or something?”

truthfully, vernon doesn’t mean to be so quiet. he’s just trying to imagine you in that state without letting his dick get hard, though it’s proving to be extremely difficult. you probably looked so pretty in cute short shorts and a shirt that you could see your nipples through. or worse, you were wearing a tank top that was snuggly wrapped around your torso where you could see everything. he wants to be a gentleman, wants to be respectful… but, god, your tits are out of this world.

he hums trying to rid the dirty images in his head, taking your box of goods to grab the grinder and paper cones. “finish your story.” he urges.

you look at him, searching for signs of discomfort, but there is only that stoic look he always wore. with a sigh, you continue, “anyway, i was… you know… and he texted me and said he was here– i was a mess–”

he can imagine.

“–and i think he could tell ‘cuz when i got down to his car i was so disheveled and was about to start crying. i literally looked like i got edged or something,” you mumble, twiddling your thumbs out of embarrassment.

you’re painting a picture for vernon and he has to bite back a groan. 

it’s not the first time you and vernon had talked about sexual things. there had been several conversations on the topic. he knew almost everything about you except for… you know… what you tasted like and how tight you are– his vivid imagination couldn’t give him all of those pleasures. 

“and, vernon, i kid you not, he literally knew. he was all smug and shit,” you groan. “it was kinda humiliating.”

you remember how much wetter you’d gotten the moment you slipped into his car. he was calling you all types of things– all types of pretty pet names–and you’re genuinely surprised it didn’t escalate further because the sexual tension was heavy.

“and then i told him i wanted a quarter– an eighth for me and an eighth for you– and he told me he’d give me a special strain of sativa for half the normal price.”

vernon’s eyes widened, “half the price?”

“that’s what i said!” you exclaim. “pretty sure it’s because he could see my tits… i wasn’t wearing the best outfit …”

of-fucking-course he could see your tits. vernon holds back a groan, seeing as his suspicions about you in a tank top that night was right. instead, he chuckles airly. “now who needs to be modest.”

“stooop, just grind the weed.” you cry. 

vernon does as you ask, muttering, “maybe he laced it.”

“cheol wouldn’t, i’m pretty sure he just likes me.” you humbly reply, shooting daggers at your best friend for even suggesting that. “plus the strain was called ‘green crack’ or something like that… it was from the ‘st. patty’s day special.’”

“saint patrick’s day was like 4 weeks ago.”

“well then he was either trying to get rid of it or my tits must’ve made him feel generous.” you joke, giggling a bit at vernon’s poker face.

vernon is hiding it really well, but he’s filled with so much annoyance. your stupid dealer doesn’t deserve to see you like that. hell, vernon doesn’t even think he deserves to see you like that, but, fuck, he wants to. so badly. seeing you all hot and bothered with your tits on full display would be a dream come true. 

“would you fuck him for free weed?” he asks all of a sudden, making you blush furiously. he knows now that he doesn’t want to hear your answer when your mouth parts in shock. 

“vernon! what kinda girl do you take me for?” you put your hand over your chest as if it’s something you wouldn’t do. you break your facade when he gives you a knowing look, mouth cracking into a grin. “probably, i dunno. he’s kinda scary but i feel like he knows how to please a woman– i can’t say the same about a lot of other men.”

he internally rolls his eyes. cheol doesn’t know you the way he does. vernon could please you, he knows he can. 

he switches the subject back to the packed joint in his hands to keep from spiraling. “wanna spark it?”

you shake your head with a hum, “mmh-mmh, belated birthday boy gets the first few hits.”

he smiles, pulling the joint to his lips taking the lighter, igniting it with the pressure of his thumb. he lets the flame burn carefully through the paper, inhaling a large rush of smoke. he holds it in for a bit before he blows it out– away from your face– creating a white, potent-smelling cloud.

you reminisce while watching him. your balcony is like home to you and vernon. contrary to your neighbor's beliefs, smoking isn’t the only thing you do. you laugh and cry and talk for hours about people you hate and people you love. sometimes, you’ll do homework out here and when vernon is bored at his own place, he’ll come over to yours to keep you company. he provides a comforting presence and never-ending encouragement while reminding you to take breaks.

 it’s where you told him about your puppy crush on soonyoung from your statistics class and it’s where he told you about how he awkwardly lost his virginity to a girl during orientation week. it’s where the two of you are always together– it’s kinda like your place.

and watching him after all these years, you’ve never really realized how attractive your best friend was. well, that’s a lie. you’ve always thought vernon was likely one of the prettiest men to ever walk the earth, but if you truly admitted that, then you’d have to admit to the other things. things like how kind and considerate he is and how he’s boyfriend potential and how you totally don’t have any type of feelings for him whatsoever. it’s not a crush, you constantly have to remind yourself, it’s admiration for your best friend. there’s a difference.

but those admirable traits are things you can’t think about because he doesn’t see you that way. there’s no reason why you should see him that way if it’s not reciprocated. it only makes sense and prevents brutal rejection from the most perfect man on earth, aka your best friend. 

but your not-crush manifests itself sometimes. like when he smiles at you or when he randomly places his headphones over your head and tells you to “listen to this song” or when he spends the night in your bed because he’s too lazy to drive home. it gets harder and harder to hide every day. 

he passes the joint to you with an even lazier grin and you take it, parroting his actions. you let the smoke fill your lungs, hold it there, and exhale, shutting your eyes just as he did. 

and vernon thinks you look like a goddess. how could you make a simple action seem so attractive?

you take your hits, passing the joint back and forth till it suddenly hits you. all at once, you feel your body start to ache, your tummy flipping in anticipation, your mind fogging over leaving your entirety to buzz. you shift a bit and you feel your cunt dampen causing you to let out a sharp exhale.

“you good?” vernon asks, his deep voice filling your ears.

then you look at him. like… actually look at him. his face is a bit tired, his eyes red from the weed coursing his system, and his hair a bit disheveled from running his hand through it too much (this is why he wears the beanies)-- nevertheless, he looks fucking fantastic. 

your usual munchies are replaced with strong, burning sexual desire. just at the sight of your best friend, your pussy is soaking through your panties and your shorts.

“‘sol,” you murmur out the nickname. “do you feel… different?” you ask, eyes fluttering and lips parting.

you’re truly unaware of how seductive you look and how it’s slowly taking years off his life. vernon has been rock hard in his sweats for a solid 15 minutes now. and, yes, he feels extremely different. turned on to say the very least. 

“mmm, a little,” more like a lot. “maybe it’s the strain you got,” he mumbles, implying what he had said earlier was true.

it makes sense that cheol provided you with a strain that feels like you’re smoking a fucking aphrodisiac, but you’re starting to wish you were alone so you could at least do something about it. 

for a split second, you think you might be fine, then you’re hit with yet another wave of arousal, your core pulsing at the ideas that are incessantly popping into your head. ideas of him taking you right now, sitting on his face, sinking onto his cock– it’s too much. 

“vernon,” you say breathily and he freezes, pulling the joint away from his lips. “i… i think…”

you try to think about how to kick him out kindly so you can have some much-needed alone time, but you can’t– you can only think about having alone time with him. alone time that leads to shoving his hand down your pants. 

stop, you tell your hazy brain.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asks, scooting closer to you. 

his scent floods your senses– a mix of weed and his cologne causing sensory overload in your poor brain and aching core. 

he’s internally worried that you’re greening out. though it doesn’t happen as much as it did when you first started smoking, there are rare occasions when you take more than you can handle. 

“c-can… you do me a favor?”

“‘course, anything.”

“vernon… it… i…need your help.” you whimper, leaning into him. “please…feels like ‘m gonna die.”

you’re being dramatic. 

he furrows his brows in confusion, panic becoming apparent on his features. “what hurts, Y/N? how can i help you?”

you take his hand in yours, slowly guiding him to the ache in your body. you gasp when his warm fingers come in contact with your clothed cunt. “here… it hurts here.” you exhale.

vernon has definitely lost it. his hand is between your thighs and your smaller one has moved to tightly wrap around his wrist. you’re a mess– he can feel it. he can feel the warmth radiating from your core, he can feel how you’ve soaked through your panties and how it’s seeped through the thin pair of shorts. he’s holding his breath and he fears he may pass out before getting a chance to touch you like you deserve. 

“y-you’re not in your right mind, Y/N,” he whispers, afraid his voice may betray him. “you smoked too–”

“uh-uh, it’s okay– vernon, it’s okay, i want you… please,” you whimper, grip around his wrist tightening as you buck your hips slightly for more friction. 

you want him. you… want him. 

“but–”

you’re growing frustrated, “if you won’t… then i-i think you should go ‘cuz i need… i need to be alone.”

vernon takes this as an implication that you need to fuck yourself if he won’t fuck you and he’ll be damned if he’s not the one making you see stars. 

so, he asks one more time, “Y/N… are you sure?”

“yes… yes, ‘m sure. ‘m so sure, please, ‘sol,” you beg, using the nickname that makes him fold every time. 

he doesn’t hold back, putting out the joint in his hand and leaving it in the ashtray. his now-free hand cups your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. you moan, eagerly allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth as your hands needily fist at his shirt. 

despite having smoked, vernon’s lips are soft. softer than the lips of men you’ve kissed before. and he still tastes good even with the pungent lemony flavor lingering on his tongue– overwhelmingly good. it seems that he’s just as eager and turned on as you are, too, nearly devouring you whole. you can’t help but fall in love with the heated, now-sloppy kiss.

and vernon truly feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. he’s not sure if this is even real or if the weed has him hallucinating… it wouldn’t be the first time, but you biting down on his bottom lip has him coming back to earth and lets him know that you’re real. that you are very much real and very much grinding on his fingers desperately. 

“vernon,” you pant, pulling him closer by the shirt in your grip. “please, more— feels good, but i need more.” your hazy eyes look into his and you see how they’ve darkened.

“fuck, Y/N,” he groans and his voice has you clenching around nothing. “we need to go inside…”

you’re both sure that this might ruin your relationship, but you decide it’ll be a problem for tomorrow. right now, all either of you can think about is getting off on each other. 

that’s why you’re quick to stand on your feet, holding out your hand for him to take. when he stands, grunting, you pull him into your apartment and leave all of your goods on the balcony without a second thought. 

you drag him to your room before attacking him with another kiss and pulling at the ends of his shirt. you’re a bit disoriented, swaying and stumbling over your steps, but when your legs hit the bed and you nearly fall, vernon’s quick to catch you by the waist. 

“careful,” he murmurs, gently laying you on the plush mattress. you scoot to the head of the bed, laying on your back as you wait for him. 

he takes your expectant face as a sign to remove his clothing and he does so quickly, knowing how impatient you are at this very moment. his shirt comes off and then his sweats, leaving him in boxers where his bulge becomes… apparent.

you have to hold your breath at the dizzying sight of his naked torso and the massive tent in his underwear.

you make grabby hands at him, urging him to come take care of you on the bed. he obliges, getting on your bed, hovering over you while his own head spins. he’s truly unsure if this is actually his real life or if he’s having a dream sent from the gods above. 

he decides not to wait any longer, taking control of the situation by placing his lips on your heated neck. his lips trail down, leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your skin, reveling in how you desperately whimper for him though he’s barely doing anything. 

his hands reach for the hem of your loose top– one that might actually be his– pushing it up and tugging it over your head and arms, leaving your chest bare before him. he groans before diving to your tits, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and tugging at the bud hungrily. 

you gasp at the sight. you’ve never seen vernon so eager to do anything in the time you’ve known him and now he’s making out with your tits as if it were his last day on earth. 

that’s hot, you think to yourself. so hot– you’re so fucking hot right now.

you can’t see it, but you feel his hand come down to your sleep shorts, digging in past the elastic band of both the satin fabric and your cotton undies. his fingers dip into your lips, running them through your soaked folds. 

“you’re so wet.” he hisses. 

you whine at the contact, apologizing softly, “‘m sorry– can’t help it.” 

his fingers find your hole, circling it before easing two of them inside. “don’t apologize, baby. it’s really hot.” he whispers, the pet name slipping past his lips without completely registering. 

you clench and moan at the domestic name. “fuck, ‘sol,” you whimper. “a-again… call me that again…”

his face burns, whispering out, “you like when i call you ‘baby?’” 

knowing vernon, it was meant to sound like a genuine question, but being in the state you’re in, it sounds so seductive… so enticing that it has your back arching. you nod your head, an even darker blush falling over your already-red cheeks. 

you let out a clipped, “yes.” and he just moans, thrusting his fingers in and out faster, digits stretching your tight, gummy walls out to prepare you for his cock. 

he wonders how you could be so tight because, holy fuck, you’re squeezing around his fingers like you’re trying to trap them in there. 

you whine softly, “vernon, please give me more…”

he definitely just fucking died. 

his cock twitches uncontrollably in his boxers, begging to be set free, but he decides to give you another finger instead. vernon knows he’s… a bit on the bigger side, and judging by how you feel right now, there’s absolutely no way he’ll easily fit inside of you. the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. 

so he slowly pulls his hand out of your shorts and helps you out of them. he throws them to the side and has you spread open. he huffs at the sight before taking three of his fingers back to your hole. he pushes them in gently, groaning at the tighter fit. your moans are bouncing off the walls and vernon looks up to see your mouth hung open with your head thrown back against your pillow. 

he checks on you, throat dry at the sound, sight, and feeling of you. “i-is… are you doing okay?” and when you just whine, he bites the inside of his cheek anxiously. he remembers your fondness for the pet names from a few minutes prior, so he tries again. “baby… does it feel good?”

and he’s not sure what to expect, but when your body jolts and your hand's fist at the sheets, you get even tighter, clenching around his fingers desperately. you really do have an affinity for being called ‘baby.’ 

your brain is jumbled, intoxicated from the weed and his fat fingers stretching your cunt open. “‘m okay… f-feels so good.” you tell him breathily with a whine bubbling in the back of your throat at the feeling of his fingers pushing further into you. “fuck, vernon– it’s so good.”

and it’s true, you don’t think you’ve ever experienced pleasure this intense before, but you remember your senses are heightened by 10 because of the drug. that ‘green crack’ is insane.

he moans at the confirmation, curling his fingers up and fucking your messy cunt, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit with every thrust. he feels a rush of your honeyed arousal soaking his fingers and he swears he might cum before he can even get his cock in you. 

you gasp loudly when you feel his pace quicken, eyes squeezing shut. an array of mewls and high-pitched whines shamelessly slip past your lips. “oh! fuck, i’m close, i’m so close, vernon.” you warn, wet walls clamping around his curled fingers.

he exhales sharply, voice low when he urges you, “cum for me, baby.”

his voice and harsh thrusts are more than enough to throw you over the edge, stomach knots unraveling. you gush all over his big fingers, pussy pulsing as it’s doing its best to push his digits out, but he continues his ministrations to work you through your blinding orgasm.

feeling you cum may have been the best thing life has offered him. 

“fuck, that’s it– are you okay? did that feel good?” he asks breathily, pulling out his fingers, a string of arousal connected to your hole following them out. he bites his lip at the sight, keeping a moan bottled up. he wants to taste you so bad… and the cum on his fingers taunt him. 

you nod your head, still panting, “w-was so good, y-you’re really good… don’t usually cum that fast…”

“really?”

you shake your head, “t-told you that guys don’t really know what they’re doing most of the time.”

he shakes his head in disapproval, “well… you deserve the best.” 

“... like you?” your heart races and the weed from earlier still lingers like a cloud over your brain. you look at him, the soft light from the moon illuminating his flawless skin. your eyes trail down his torso, eyes landing on the big bulge in his boxers again. 

he chokes, masking the sound with a nervous chuckle, “me? i-i’m not…no.” your eyes widen, realizing you’ve completely misread him, feeling panic flood your body. you quickly shut your legs, arms coming to cover your bare chest. 

he’s quick to notice that you’re starting to spiral, though, so he re-registers what you said and then what he said and his eyes widen, too. his words come out rushed as he attempts to do damage control. “no! not no, as in i don’t see you in that way, but no because you deserve the best and…”

“but… you are the best, ‘sol…” you tell him softly, hugging yourself tighter. “and before you say anything, the weed is wearing off– think you finger-fucked it out of me,” you joke to lighten the mood, but when you see he’s still frozen, you internally cringe at yourself, continuing. “i’m being serious. i’m in my right mind and i’m telling you that you’re the best because you are. you always have been.”

he shudders nervously, “Y/N… don’t.”

you frown at him, turning your head away to look at your window instead, mentally face-palming yourself. “did i make it awkward again?” you ask nervously. you don’t even wait for his response, continuing your anxious ramble. “can you just forget i said anything? and that i made you do this? i…i don’t wanna lose you– i never want to lose you.” you whisper. “you’re my best friend.”

he shakes his head incessantly as if he’s trying to tell you something with the simple action, but you aren’t even looking at him, so he takes a deep, shaky breath. “no, you didn’t make me do anything. i just mean don’t say things like that if you don’t really like me because i…” he trails off and you turn back to look at him, concerned by his sudden halt. “Y/N, i… like you. so much. i have for forever now, but you were always talking about soonyoung or cheol and then there was that whole thing with that pretentious art kid– minghao, i think– i dunno.”

what!?

you look at him incredulously, eyes wide and lips parted in genuine shock, “why didn’t you tell me…?”

he sighed, hands coming to rest on your thighs. “it seemed like i never really had a chance… you’re my best friend, too… and i didn’t want to lose you either.”

you sit up, exclaiming, “but you’ve liked me this entire time and i didn’t even know?!”

he gives you a small grin and a shrug, “what can i say? i’m discreet.”

you scoff, sitting in silence for a few seconds before opening your mouth again. with your voice meek, you say.“i wish you would’ve told me.” you inhale sharply, continuing to hug yourself tightly. “i like you, too, you know… i just didn’t think you liked me back so i tried to not like you– which is really hard, by the way, because you’re annoyingly pretty.”

“sorry, i’ll try to stop being so pretty.”

you playfully slap his bare chest, “i actually hate you so much.”

he jokingly sulks, placing a hand over where you hit him. “aw, baby, you just said you liked me.”

you shudder, body naturally leaning into him as your mind gravitates back to your not-so-innocent thoughts. “i do… and i’d like you a little more if you kept calling me that.”

his breath hitches as you get closer and closer, “yeah?”

“mhm…”

he whispers against your lips, a cheeky smile on his, “you’re such a baby.”

“you’re so mean,” you hum, letting your lips graze his. “am i not your baby?”

he rests his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes for any sign of playfulness. you seem to be serious so he asks, “is that what you want?” he’s nervous you can hear the way his heart is about to pound out of his chest. 

“duh… idiot.”

“okay, cool.” he says nonchalantly even though he’s internally freaking out. “you’re my baby.”

your heart skips a beat and your cunt dampens again at the title, “okay, cool.” you parrot casually as if your heart wasn’t about to lurch out of your chest. “you can… kiss me. if you want…”

vernon utters a soft ‘right’ before finally closing the gap between the two of you. his lips mold to yours and you know for a fact that there is no one else on earth you’d want to kiss. his big hand comes to cup your cheek and you melt under the touch, mouth opening for him to slip his tongue into. 

naturally, the kiss heats up and before long, you’re whining into his mouth, hand blindly reaching for his clothed cock. he groans the second you find the aching hard-on, nimble hands stroking him through his boxers. 

“Y/N,” he pants breathily in between kisses. “are you… sure you wanna… do this?”

you think it’s sweet that he keeps checking on you, and sure, you’re still a bit fuzzy from the after-effects of the ‘green crack’, but you need him to give you what you want. so you nod, breaking from the kiss to lay back in your original position under him. 

“please fuck me, baby,” you beg in the most sultry voice you can conjure up. when he stays frozen, you pout. “hansol, please.”

he curses, quickly getting his boxers off and revealing the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. precum beads at the slit of his flushed tip and prominent veins run through the length. he’s so big, surely enough to have you see stars. you’re starting to feel grateful that he prepped you because his dick would have completely ruined you without it.

“‘s big.” you simply state, bottom lip finding sanctum in between your teeth as you gawk at it. 

“you think so?” he gives you a wobbly smile, stomach-churning at the subtle praise. he moves in between your thighs and spreads you out for him. “is it okay?”

you blush, nodding your head, “mhm, don’t worry,” you tell him. “i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.” 

he nods, huffing softly, “do you have any condoms?”

you chuckle breathily. “not for your size… but it’s okay, i’m clean and safe. you don’t need one. you can pull out if it makes you feel better.”

his throat runs dry– fuck, fuck, fuck. he’s fucking you raw?! how the hell is he supposed to last hitting it raw?! you were already tight around three of his fingers and he can’t even imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock.

he realizes he hasn’t replied in a few seconds when you say his name softly. he sees you growing restless under him and he apologizes and nods again dumbly. 

he runs his tip through your folds, moaning when he finds you’re just as wet as you were earlier. he aligns himself with your leaky hole, slowly pushing himself inside of you with a groan to find that you’re still so fucking tight.

you’ve found that, despite vernon’s laid-back and chill personality, he’s quite loud in bed. he’s nothing like you expected and you’re pleasantly surprised. 

when his cock slides in between your tight walls, the both of you are instantly a mess, panting and moaning in pleasure. your walls envelop him so snugly that you fear the thick veins that adorn his length will imprint into them.

“fuck, vernon.” you moan, praying the burn in your pussy melts to pleasure soon so he can fuck you the way you want it. the way you need it. . “your cock.”  

he hisses, pushing in past the resistance. “you feel so good, baby, oh my god.” he grunts, head falling back at the way you hug him. “god, i’ve wanted this for so long– wanted you for so long.”

you cry, clenching around his girth because, god, you’ve wanted him, too.

when he finally bottoms out, you both pause to take erratic breaths, positively going feral over each other. he attempts to recollect himself and check up on you again. “are you–”

you don’t even let him finish, nodding your head vigorously. “yes, vernon, just need you to move, please.” you plead. “need you to fuck me– please, need it so fucking bad.”

you’re so needy for him and he knows it’s because of the last bit of weed that looms, but he can’t help but wonder if you’re like this on a normal day. if you’re always begging for a cock to fill you up. not that it would matter– he’d do anything you asked of him. you’re so fucking pretty to him and his brain is constantly yelling at him to cater to every single one of your wishes. the chokehold you have him in is so tight. 

tight like your pretty cunt that’s now gracefully swallowing his cock with every thrust of his hips. your room is full of panting, moans, and the lewd squelch of your wet pussy taking him. it sounds better than any song he’s ever heard and, if he’s being completely transparent, he hopes to experience this for the rest of his life.

vernon unexpectedly comes down, craning his neck to latch his mouth around your nipples again, stimulating you there, too. you’re sure the position is a bit straining, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he moans loudly into your chest. his hand plays with the other nipple, switching every minute to give both of them love and attention all while his cock steadily rams in and out of you. 

your hands tangle in his hair, smothering his face into your tits while he moans and whines some more into them. 

and when he adjusts slightly and his tip hits that spot, the one that makes you crumble in seconds, a sob wracks through your entire body.

“there! shit, baby, right there, please.” you gasp, back arching into him. 

vernon asks breathily, removing his face from the comfortable spot on your chest, “there? that’s it?” 

and you nod, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you feel the pressure build-up at the bottom of your tummy. he continues to hit the spongy spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer. 

his own face is pinched and he can’t stop the soft whines that come out of his mouth. you just feel fucking amazing. 

“a-are you close? i’m not gonna last long.” he pants out. 

and you weakly sob out a reply of ‘yes,’ hand moving to toy with your swollen clit. the action immediately has the tightrope inside of you coming undone for the second time in the night. you mewl out his name, clamping around him tightly and coating his cock in slick cum. 

it’s like a chain reaction that has vernon cursing and pulling his dick out of you. he eagerly fists at his cock, jerking himself off till he releases all over your puffy pussy. he’s moaning softly, prettily calling out your name. his heart pounds rapidly and his entire body twitches at the feeling of release. 

his eyes finally open after a few seconds of trying to regulate his breathing. he sees the way your cunt is dressed in white and how you're slowly, but surely, coming down from both of your highs. 

“hey,” he whispers. 

“hi,” you mumble, eyes fluttering open. your hands reach for him and he can’t help but find you so cute. “c’mere.”

he smiles, leaning down to kiss you again. unlike your past few kisses, it’s soft and innocent. loving. he parts after a minute or so, hand moving to sweep the hair out of your face. 

“are you sure you’re alright?” he whispers. “i feel kinda bad…”

“don’t, ‘sol, i wanted it. i’m really happy.” you tell him sincerely. “are you alright?”

he sighs, “i’m really happy, too… i just wish i would’ve taken you out on a date or something before… fucking you.” 

you shake your head, “we did it kinda backwards, but, seriously, i’m just happy you’re here… happy that you’re mine.” he blushes, moving to hide his face in your neck while you giggle. “if you wanna, we can go on a date now?”

“where?” he mumbles into your neck.

“7/11– channie’s working so that means free big gulps and rollers… you know, since some of us can’t afford to eat real food because of their ‘job.’”

vernon scoffs, pulling his face out of your neck and giving you a stern look. “dude, it’s a real job–”

you laugh, effectively cutting him off. “okay, scammer– if it’s a real job, why are you always stealing my fucking weed instead of buying your own?” 

“because weed is scarce these days and your bitch ass dealer hates me– why should i have to pay $20 for a gram when you only pay $5?” he nearly cries. “and, since we’re on the topic, i don’t like him. he’s too friendly with you.” that’s code for “he obviously wants to fuck you.”

“you’re jealous of cheol!”

he groans, rolling his eyes, a tiny pout appearing on his face, “so what if i am?”

you coo, “aw, baby,” hand coming to cup his blushy cheek. “you don’t have to worry about him,” you relay to him, voice laced with sincerity. “you’re the only one i want.”

he goes a little bug-eyed at your words before clearing his throat and nodding. “good. that’s good.” 

you raise an eyebrow, “just good?” 

“no… it’s great…” he mumbles cutely. “you’re also the only one i want.”

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#vernon smut #hansol smut #vernon x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut

[vroomvroomcircuit]

Drive all Night

(A/N): This is inspired by the song "Call your mom" by Noah Kahan.

Summary: Max is worried about the sudden shift in his best friends behavior. But he is willing to drive all night to get to the root of the problem.

Pairing: Max Verstappen x fem!reader (little childhood friends to lovers on the side with angst/hurt to comfort)

Warnings: Association to Max's shitty childhood, reader has depression/a depressive episode, implicit mentions of suicide, listen to the song and you get the vibe

Wordcount: 2.4k

🏎Masterlist🏎 ________________________

Max Verstappen is not a big worrier. Actually, he is no worrier at all.

When there is something to worry about, he just changes it. If he can’t change it, it’s out of his area of responsibility, so he doesn’t have to worry about it.

Thinking like that helped him focus through great challenges. But his mindset wasn’t the only motivator. Through all his highest highs and lowest lows, his best friend has been right next to him, either cheering him on or being the shoulder to cry on he just needed.

(Y/N) and him befriended each other in kindergarten, having felt this unexplainable pull to each other. Ever since playing with Legos together for the first time they had been inseparable if they could help it.

Of course, as they got older and Max’s career in karting took off and (Y/N) had to focus more on school, they started to shift to calling and texting more than relying on in person talking. But that didn’t stop them staying best friends. One might even argue that through their 24/7 updates to each other, they grew even closer.

Meeting in person in their adulthood had become increasingly easier. Sometime (Y/N) travels with Max to several races back to back, being blessed with a remote working job.

The young man starts to suspect something isn’t going smoothly during one of their daily face time calls with her being in her dark bedroom and him in a hotel room halfway across the world. “But enough of how annoying these marketing things are. What did you do today? Except for work of course.” Max just finished another yapping season about the last challenge the social media teams had him participate in.

(Y/N) just shrugs her shoulders while focusing on a loose thread in her shirt. “Nothing much. I reread pride and prejudice.” Max halts a bit in his rummaging through his suitcase, being on the look out for his charger. “I thought you had plans for lunch with a friend? And didn’t you read through that book last week already? You do know that no matter how often you read it, the ending will stay the same.” He jokes a bit.

While still not shifting her gaze towards the phone screen, (Y/N) answers in mumbles. “I canceled on her. I really felt icky today, but we will try to set up another meet up some time next week or so.”

At first Max doesn’t think of it as much. Everyone feels not like socializing every one in a while. But then something else changes. The frequency of their calls and texts.

“...here we can do- Max? Are you even listening to me?” Max gets caught off guard by that question. GP was going over some points with him before starting FP2. “Oh, uhm, sorry GP. Gimme three seconds, I just want to reply to (Y/N). It seems like she didn’t have a great day and I just want to make sure she’ll be alright until I’m out of the car.”

This makes his race engineer raise his eyebrows. “Oh, what happened?” “I don’t know. But she is rewatching one of her comfort shows for the third time in two weeks.” He blinks at the Dutchman. “And in what way is that concerning?”

Okay, voicing his worrisome thoughts out loud like that makes Max realize that the signs are not too obvious for outsiders. But he is talking about his best friend. The person that always makes sure that he won’t go without his needed amount of sleep. The same person he had been having phone calls that resulted in four out of the last seven nights with him getting not more than 5 hours of sleep, if that at all.

For an outsider it doesn’t seem bad for (Y/N) to reread the same books and rewatch the same shows over and over again. Or having her best friend, the person she became emotionally most dependent on, talk with her through her nights.

But for Max, it raises red flags. It hits his alarm bells, ringing out loud that something is majorly wrong. He can’t put his finger on it, not just yet. He is still looking for a way to get her to tell him what is bothering her.

There is a certain uneasiness to Max during that entire race weekend. He is just itching to seat his ass on a plane on his way back to his (Y/N), a friend that he might harbor more than just platonic feelings for. A person that had his back all the time.

To the person he loves the most, that is also struggling the most right now.

He wants to be able to pay her back for all the times she stuck through his darkest times.

But something in him is scared that he isn’t able to get to her in time. “Didn’t you want to go out with a colleague of yours for drinks last night?” Max asks into the phone while speed walking through the airport. Ever since leaving his hotel room on this fine Monday morning, he has been on a phone call with (Y/N).

A sigh greets his ears. “I wanted to, but I didn’t feel like dressing up or sharing a space with a bunch of strangers. I just ordered some food in and watched your race.”

There is another red flag. (Y/N) maybe was never a big socializer to begin with, but she liked going out every now and then. But for a couple of weeks now the only thing Max gets to hear about plans is that she canceled them.

Listening to her just cutting contact with the outside world like that, it doesn’t only worry him. It’s not even scary. It terrifies him.

The two of them continue talking the whole plane ride until (Y/N) falls asleep. Even then Max doesn’t hang up. He still lets the call continue, not wanting her to wake up and feel alone. She doesn’t deserve to feel alone.

No one does. But especially not her.

When he was in karting, some kids gave him grief for winning most of the time. It was difficult for little Max to understand. So do people not want him to win?

It became more confusing to him since some people around him wanted him to win desperately. It hurt him, not understanding the difference of who wanted his best and who wanted to see him fail.

He felt isolated from his peers, especially those who should understand under what pressure he was, because they must feel the same. Right?

During these days, where he rather stopped driving in circles in a very fast manner and just continued playing football, (Y/N) was his only footing. She talked him out of ending his career in motorsport. She painted a picture of his future in the prettiest colors with her words. She gave him something to look forward during these trying times.

And when it got harder before it got easier, she held his hand and reminded him that she will always stay by his side.

Now it’s Max’s turn to show her that he will always stay by her side.

He opens the door to her apartment slowly, trying to make the least noise possible.

Every room is shrouded in what must feel to her like a never ending darkness. The blinds are drawn in front of every window, hindering the tiniest bit of sunlight to filter through. Even to Max it feels like the despair that is in the air will never stop. It is all consuming.

He tiptoes towards her bedroom. There she lays, illuminated by the low light of his phone screen. Curled up tight under a bunch of blankets and between a mountain of pillows and stuffed animals.

The MV lion, the first one that has ever been produced, the original prototype before giving the go for mass production, is held tightly and close to her chest. It pulls on his heartstrings, seeing the comfort it must have brought her while he was absent.

Max kneels down at the head of the bed, gently shaking her awake. “Schatje, come on. Wake up. We got a day of new adventures just in front of us outside the door.”

It’s something they started to say in elementary school. They once read a book in class with the premise that every day is the start to a new adventure. You just have to welcome it in. Back then, when inviting something unknown in your life was considered exciting, not scary or life changing.

“The adventures can wait a day longer.” She mumbles and turns around, trying to shake his hand on her shoulder off. But Max is having none of it.

“The darkness is fooling you. Every light that has been turned off can be turned on.” He gets up and opens the blinds. Sunlight floods the room, and even at the messiest state the young man has seen his best friend, she still is the most beautiful woman on earth to him

(Y/N) lets out a noise of unpleasantness. “Please Max, I can’t deal with it today.”  “No, you will. We are going to deal with it, whatever this it is, together.” He marches over to her dresser and produces a clean set of clothes out of thin air. That is what it looks like to her in this mess at least.

“You are going to shower. After that we will take a drive with no destination.” His words are final and in a tone that makes the young woman drag her limbs and body out of the bed and trudge towards the bathroom, even when the unwillingness is evident by her groaning.

Hearing the shower is Max’s cue to sit down and take a deep breath. He doesn’t know what he expected, but seeing the light of life missing in (Y/N)’s eyes isn’t on that list. It feels like a punch to his gut, witnessing her wither away without knowing from what.

It doesn’t take long and they both sit in the car. A drive without destination is exactly what it says. Just Max driving with (Y/N) sitting in the passenger seat. Usually they used these trips to catch up, to talk about everything and nothing. To voice big philosophical thoughts and dumb brain farts. They started this tradition, that usually includes some sort of fast food, when Max got his drivers license.

But sitting in complete silence for five minutes straight. That is something new.

“You know,” Max breaks it after another seven minutes. “Not talking about it won’t make the problem go away. It also doesn’t hinder it in its existence. Instead it will just get heavier and heavier until you break under the weight.” His dry tone isn’t something she anticipated.

(Y/N) looks out the window, seeing the colorful sunset for the first time in weeks. It’s easy to forget the beauty of the world when your inside thoughts feel like a graveyard. “I don’t want to worry you.”

That admission nearly has the Dutchman emergency breaking in the middle of a street through the fields. “So you play cat and mouse with your feelings because you don’t want to worry me?” (Y/N) nods.

Max lets out a laugh. “So what exactly makes you think that me witnessing you just becoming a shell of who you once were won’t worry me?”

She shrugs. (Y/N) didn’t expect him to catch that something feels wrong in her.

“Schatje. I will always worry about you, You are too important to me to not worry about you. Seeing you wither away in yourself, it made me scared going out on these tracks, sitting down in the car, and wondering if you still breathe while I’m driving another mile. Not knowing what you feel, that worries me more than the truth. Because then we can work on getting you better together. But when you don’t let me in, I can’t help and feel like by just standing and witnessing without intervening that I’m at fault for anything that happens to you. It hurts more seeing you hurting than knowing what you hurt from.”

She turns towards Max, mustering his side profile. She hasn’t thought about how her actions are perceived by her surroundings. (Y/N) just fell into that hole of darkness unexpectedly. While sitting at the bottom of that somber pit, she thought that trying to reach out for help would mean another person gets pulled into it.

If there was one person she doesn’t want sitting next to her in that dark hole, then it is Max. She harbors too much love and affection for him to want him to suffer the same fate as her. So not talking about her darkest thoughts seemed like the best way of keeping him far away from the hole.

But it just drew him in closer.

(Y/N) finally sees what he saw the whole time.

“You know, it’s hard to explain what happened. It takes time to really understand what goes on in me right now.” Max puts a reassuring hand on her leg. “We have all night to talk about it. Help me help you. Let us find a strategy to get you better. May it be medication, meditation, punching me or falling in love with someone. I need you to find a reason to stay with me, physically and mentally.”

She puts a hand over hers and looks Max in the eye for the first time since he arrived. “I already fell in love.”

He doesn’t need to hear more.

Max keeps his promise. He drives through the night, holding (Y/N) to the best of his ability while she cries, curses and explains.

By that not everything is picture perfect again. But it’s the first step. The first one to a future they both want to share with each other. For now and ever, that is enough motivation for (Y/N) to keep going, to continue turning every light on that was off.

#max verstappen image #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen x fem!reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x you #reader insert

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Seven Fic(s) Sunday

@mellaithwen had a moment of sheer insanity and decided that instead of doing seven sentences from one fic she'd do a sentence (or two) from seven different fics!?

(Amy, blink twice if this is a hostage situation.)

But I'm also unhinged so I thought hey why not, surely I have seven WIPs lying around. And sure enough I do! So here we are:

1) F&F AU:

“How’d you get up here so quickly?” an officer asks him when taking Buck’s statement. “How’d it take you so long to get here?” Buck fires back.

2) The Xedgin Fic That's Giving Me Fits:

“You probably won’t be able to save him,” Holga points out. “You’ll just be killing yourself, too.”

3) The Gang Plays D&D

When Chim shows up with a whole notebook of backstory relevant to the actual world Bobby’s constructed, they all get the very disconcerting sight of Bobby trying not to cry with joy. Athena mutters he hadn’t even looked so happy at their wedding.

4) Platonic Sugar Baby AU:

“Let me get this straight,” Maddie says. “This guy doesn’t treat you like a piece of meat and you’re… unhappy about it?”

5) Star Trek AU:

“Your girlfriend took a job on an archeological dig halfway across the known galaxy,” Hen points out. “Women flee you?” Ensign Panikkar looks both dismayed and weirdly impressed, which is depressing. “Routinely?”

6) Jingle Bells I'm in Hell and Nobody Cares (AKA the Mystery Pairing Fic You All Will Be Subjected To):

Here’s the thing, because—as previously stated—Jamie Winter is not jealous, or envious, or concerned, or anything else in regards to DI Ben Jones. It’s just that while he knows Barnaby might’ve forgotten, Sarah Barnaby is the reigning Midsomer Quiz Night Champion and one hundred percent did not forget, which means this can only be one thing: This is an ambush.

7) It's Only Six Months Until Halloween:

“What do you mean?” Buck asks, picking up the crumpled receipt and handing it back to Eddie. Eddie stares at Buck. In fact, everyone’s kinda staring at Buck.

And yes, Chim is the only one of the D&D group who shows up prepared with a plot-relevant character backstory. Which, as any DM will tell you, is plenty of good reason to burst into tears. XD

#mads writes stuff #tagging thing #mellaithwen #this was a lot of fun LOL #I have three Halloween fics planned for this year #and my goal - Satan help me - is to have my Xedgin fic and the other Buddie fics finished before that #Buck: this sugar daddy doesn't want to fuck me and I'm MAD about it #Maddie: I'm gonna need you to walk me through this one again bud #also given all the info mentioned in that sentence I shared y'all should damn well be able to figure out what that random ship is #and exactly what brand of insanity has gripped me this time #also! whoever can guess what the Halloween snippet I shared is about gets um! I don't know! A prize! Something! Cookies! #I will give one hint: it's a bit that I 100% stole from another TV show

[siflshonen]

Hi, I love your analyses and your fics! 💕Especially that Eureka Seven AU man ngl it lives in my head and starts playing in my local theaters every other night at 2 AM, but *clears throat* I'm getting off topic lol :D do you have a bakudeku fic/authors rec list?

I'm honored you read the Eureka Seven one!

Good Bakudeku authors... the truth is, there are SO MANY. Just in general, and so many that are really, truly excellent. I have begun consuming more and more fic lately as I feel the itch of the subtext of what's happening in the manga rapidly becoming text and just plain consuming me, but many of the individual stories I've read can be GREAT as a story but perhaps not so great as a canon-faithful representation of Bakudeku - so I'm not entirely sure what kind of Bakudeku you're asking for ("fun and good story" versus "horny vignette" versus "that's totally Katsuki and Izuku.")

Also, like, for several of these authors, their Bakudeku portrayals evolved as the series progressed and we all learned more about these characters and the varnish of what BNHA pretends to be (superhero stock shonen!) peeled off to show what it actually is (The newest generation of something that should never have been domesticated now outgrowing the limits of the modern genre.) This is always good to keep in mind when looking at the dates of each work published.

Um, it's hard to pick just a few, and even harder when there's no specific direction about what TYPE. So here's a scattershot off the top of my head:

Me. My work. Read Mundane Crimes, Public Displays of Affection and I Want What I Don't Deserve. Those actually have some substance to them. The rest are kind of whatever, but you may still find them fun.

Kickass AUs and All-Rounders

chymerical is my favorite author on this list. They can do anything. I care about sports now because of chymerical. There's your fuckin' fadeaway.

young_crone - some are truly Bakudeku and some are just great stories that are using familiar names. Read all of 'em.

SmartiMart - Variant Edition is a sweeping epic and fascinating enough that the Bakudeku isn't actually its primary draw for me. Please also read Where in the World is Marigold? It's not Bakudeku, but I love it. SmartiMart is clever, inventive, and sometimes so much of a romantic that it makes me go, "woah, now! That's a bit much!" but in the best way.

iphido - this author has only one work for bakudeku, and it is worth it.

nicc - bite-sized sweet scenes, though many are very NSFW. Consistently excellent.

pikahlua - Dragonheart. this is your kick in the pants to finish those scenes, Pika.

Romantic Comedies

qodqodqod - Cringe comedy where love always, always, always prevails and bakudeku can't out-stupid their way out of it. Great job of not making the miscommunication, or lack of communication, a bore or overdone past what it needs to be.

heartsinhay - the cringe comedies are named that for a reason.

Darker Stuff

rironomind - apparently published something new earlier this year and I missed it??? DAMN! Existential, experimental, melancholic, high concept, fantastic. Rom's work is mostly in this category because it tends to throw curveballs at the reader. This is the category that just felt the most right by its vibes.

bkdkink - Lemonhead specifically.

Roadtripwithlucifer (read their new stuff too) - horny, but focused and full, full, full of ennui and anger and love and grief. It's the confidence of handling the last four that makes these works shine.

Surveycorpsjean - hit or miss for me personally, but always well done.

majjale - always great work; sometimes hit-or-miss for me personally on the bakudeku.

#bakudeku #fic rec #bakudeku fanfic #bnha #ask #bakudeku fic

[eponymous-rose]

Tagged by @faejilly , thank you! I will once again tag anyone who wants to!

Were you named after anyone?

Not intentionally, but when I was about 12 my mom suddenly realized that my name was a variation on the name of her cousin, who also happened to be one of her best friends, so retroactively I'm named after her!

When was the last time you cried?

Oh man, I'm moving soon and I get really attached to places, so I've been pretty sniffly. Add to that the fact that I made the mistake of looking at cat pictures/videos too much on social media and now all my feeds are incredibly sad stories of people losing their pets. :( So yes, a couple days ago I was pretty weepy.

Do you have kids?

Nope!

Do you use sarcasm?

Probably on occasion. I don't think I sell it very well, for the same reason that I can't be mean in video games.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Whether or not they're walking a cute dog.

What’s your eye colour?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

Probably happy endings overall, but scary movies can be fun!

Any special talents?

I can tell you if there's a 30% chance it's already raining.

Where were you born?

Canada! Somehow been in the States for nearly 11 years already.

What are your hobbies?

Playing piano, video games, reading, hiking (intermittently), writing (still more intermittently), D&D, apparently collecting Pokemon cards in the year 2023.

Have any pets?

A lovely little cat named Clara! I adopted her from the shelter at seven months old and she's somehow four years old already.

What sports do/have you played?

I went to soccer camp every year in middle-high school, I tried out for the basketball team in high school but left tryouts halfway through when a moment of clarity revealed to me that most of the people in the gym were the same ones who were always weirdly mean to me in class, and I fenced competitively (epee) from eighth grade through college, and also coached for a bit. Also did "ballet" and then actual ballet from 3-13 (I participated in the Dodge Instructors Every Time They Want You To Go En Pointe challenge until they suggested I leave), which was the hardest workout of the lot, for sure.

How tall are you?

5'7"/ 170 cm

Favorite subject at school?

Loved them all, but in grade school it would've been English and Math. In college it was a Music 101 class and a 400-level fluid dynamics class.

Dream Job?

Doing interesting and helpful research, teaching cool classes to motivated students, working with teams of people to make the field a better place, mentoring students one-on-one and helping them learn about the world, all at a workplace with a focus on "no work outside of work hours" and with sufficient remuneration and job security that I never have to get a new job. Which is what I'm doing now! So yeah, I really love the job I'm doing right now, and this is the year I put together my tenure package so fingers crossed on that last point.

#eponymous meme tag #long text post

[jacenbren]

2 tag memes

Got tagged in these by @dragonofeternal and I’m more than happy to play along!!

Current things tag meme

3 ships: Inumaki Toge/Okkotsu Yuuta; Legato Bluesummers/Millions Knives; Kai Smith/Zane Julien

Last song: Your Best American Girl by Mitski

Currently reading: the Jujutsu Kaisen manga. against my own better judgement.

Currently watching: working my way through rewatching Supernatural and Death Note. the former is a lot lamer than I remember and the latter is a lot goofier than I remember.

Last movie: Annihilation!! I love that movie and rewatch it from time to time, however I made the mistake of watching it while on a redeye to San Franciso and dozed off halfway through. had a nightmare of That Goddamn Bear chasing me. bad plan.

Currently consuming: fuck I forgot to eat breakfast today. I will make up for it by eating an entire box of cherry tomatoes.

Currently craving: I would kill for some donuts right about now lol

15 people 15 questions tag me

Are you named after anyone? Yes actually! My legal name is based on the name of a band my dad likes, and I stole my chosen name off of a character from the Star Wars EU.

When was the last time you cried? While I was traveling a week ago; I got really overstimulated and exhausted while off my ass on Nyquil and had a meltdown :(

Do you have kids? Nope I am nineteen and not at all mentally healthy enough to be emotionally there for a child. am currently hoping to remove the baby making bits asap.

What sports do you play/have you played? I ran cross-country for about seven years (all the way through both middle school and high school) and got my varsity letter my senior year! I also did track & field for a few years (my events were long jump and 100-meters) and to this day I still go on jogs during the summer.

Do you use sarcasm? I am very autistic so my ability to discern tone is. not great. apparently I use sarcasm a lot without meaning to lmao

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Probably their voice tbh

What’s your eye color? Blue. like apparently scarily blue. fucking satoru gojo dayglow freaky ass cerulean orbs.

Scary movies or happy endings? It wildly depends on the genre and my attachment to the characters. I'm much more of a psychological horror guy rather than an enjoyer of slasher films, so I definitely tend to prefer horror literature than movies. as for happy endings?? I definitely enjoy them when I'm looking for escapism, but unhappy/bittersweet endings definitely still have special a place in my heart.

Any talents? I'm really good at driving and I have perfect pitch!

Where were you born? Anchorage Alaska, born and raised :)

What are your hobbies? I'm a big writer, and I occasionally dabble in drawing. I'm really into Stardew Valley at the moment and I've racked up over 200 hours at this point in just one save file. I am falling hopelessly for Sebastian but I feel too guilty to divorce my current husband Elliot. help.

Do you have any pets? Yep, a cat named Ekko and a dog named George. No the dog isn't named after GeorgeNotFound. My dad named him after George Costanza from Seinfeld.

How tall are you? 5'6"

Favorite subject in school? I was always really into history and would meticulously take notes to the point where I could've probably taught the class myself. however autistic gifted kid burnout hit halfway through high school and I barely graduated after sleeping through most of my classes lmao.

Dream job? Any job where I can put some music on and just Do Tasks all day. I worked tourism over the summer (hated that job and I never want to go back) and spent half of it hiding in the back room putting stickers on merchandise. I Love Boring Menial Tasks.

anyway tagging @mellointheory @hecksee @apollos-boyfriend @setsuntamew @acewendino @wigglesforsquiggles @siryyeet @routeriver @versaphile @avitus-ostrander !! feel free to join in if you like; no pressure :D

#long post #tag game #jacen writes #jacen overshares

[autumnalfallingleaves]

What are some of your favorite headcannons on Anne?

Anon, you have great timing, because I just watched some Amphibia with my roommate and her friend >:D

I love headcanoning her as romance-favorable/sex-rupulsed aroace and transfem :D

She has sciatica in her right leg- this is totally projection (because I also have sciatica in my right leg), but it also makes sense because she’s bound to walk a bit funky because of the one shoe, right? And my theory is that I have sciatica because I also walk a bit funky so now Anne has sciatica, too. I gift this to her lovingly.

Other than liking K-Pop, I headcanon that Anne likes indie rock- stuff like Vampire Weekend and Unknown Mortal Orchestra, maybe. I’m basing this off of the vibe of No Big Deal, which she wrote.

She’s literally such a good chef. Maybe even better than her parents/grandfather. If she wasn’t a herpetologist, she’d be a chef.

Speaking of a herpetologist- for her job, she gets a green pickup truck. If the worlds aren’t seperated, she gets one with a bench seat in front so she can fit her entire family. Two humans and a frog up front, and two frogs and a human in back. Frobo can ride in the bed of the truck.

Sprig names it the Frogmobile. Much to Anne’s chagrin, it sticks.

Her first name is actually Annabell but she hates it. She goes by Anne at every opportunity.

She eventually gets her name legally changed to Anne Savisa Boonchuy-Plantar

When she still had her Calamity powers, leaves would actually grow in her hair, due to her powers. This is why her leaves and sticks visibly grow when she uses her powers. If she didn’t lose her powers, she would need someone to help her trim all her plantgrowth. In a world where Earth and Amphibia aren’t separated, the only two people she trusts to actually clip her leaves are her mom and Sprig.

Related, if the worlds were able to stay together, Anne and Sprig would develop a relationship that’s a mash up of best friends/siblings/QPPs. They’re idiots who share one braincell (affectionate).

She can’t keep her right shoe on to save her life. This is a lifelong thing and not just an Amphibia thing.

She uses the Plantar Family Hunting Dance to capture specimens for the aquarium and also to fend off large predator animals.

She can make actual frog noises. Related, Sasha does a terrifying Toad battle cry.

She becomes a lot more acrobatic after Amphibia and actually starts doing a little gymnastics as a hobby after she gets home.

I know it’s canon that she legitimately likes eating bugs, but I’d like to think she starts eating them as snacks at school and work. She, Sasha, and Marcy all gain reputations as the girls who like eating bugs as snacks. Anne will also cook with them and has roped in her parents to liking them, too.

On a slightly angstier note: if we follow the canon ‘verse, Anne finds it really damn hard to sleep alone after she gets back for good. She slept with the other Plantars in the same room for upwards of seven months during a war (they probably had to share a room in the tunnels), so it’s hard to sleep alone, after that. She keeps waking up with the fierce need to check on her frog family. She can’t do that anymore.

She uses her phone a lot less after Amphibia. She really enjoys getting outside and going to the forest and stuff. Swamps are her favorite and she’s actually a pretty decent fisherman, now.

Nobody she knows can rival her greenthumb. She starts a vegetable garden when she gets back from Amphibia.

Anne becomes an accidental internet celebrity after the invasion and she doesn’t even really notice because she uses social media a lot less. She mostly posts pictures and talks about amphibians and her garden.

Not as much as Marcy or Sprig, but Anne is an artist, too. She likes keeping it as a hobby, though.

She writes songs in her spare time and plays them on her guitar.

Man I should probably stop now huh alfsdhjlkdfsh

#I am constantly rotating her in my brain 🥰 #I did not expect to get into 'amphibia' as much as I have but this one character in particular makes my brain go brrr #beans answers

[catboy-joyfriend]

i know jack shit about ghost music or characters but inform me on blorbos from ur bands

OK SO FIRST OF ALL ^. okok i think im just gonna kinda dump info and characters and stuff. SO.

In actuality Ghost started releasing music in I think 2010, but in the lore they've existed since the 60s. Basically the premise is that the clergy, which is basically the satanic church and is like. parallel reverse christianity. uses Ghost as a way to spread the word of Satan and convert people etc. the role of Papa Emeritus is like the antipope basically, the first of which we know of being Papa Nihil/Papa Emeritus 0 who was Papa in the 60s!

hes old now go peepaw. The EP Seven Inches of Satanic Panic, which has Kiss The Go-Goat and Mary on a Cross is supposed to be a rerelease of songs from when he was Papa Emeritus ! also hes dead but they revive him onstage during rituals (ghost concerts r called rituals 👍) so he can play the sax. again, go peepaw. The rest of the Papas are his sons ! (except MAYBE Papa iv depending on which theory ur going on.)

Ghost in the lore stopped making music after Papa Nihil's era because the world "wasn't ready for Ghost" iirc, and as of 2010 when the band actually started making music irl Papa Emeritus I (or Primo as some fans call him :3), Papa Nihil's oldest son, became the frontman for the band :D. I dont have much to say about him lol, he released the album Opus Eponymous. Peepaw 2. Also the only one without a custom made mask iirc. He served as Papa until 2012 when he was retired by the clergy for not spreading the word of Satan good enough lol

Papa Emeritus II !! Aka Secondo. Old man but moving out of Peepaw territory. He was Papa from 2012-2015 , and released the album Infestussumam. They made a documentary web series called Papaganda which is pretty much about how much of a slut this dude is. also they showed his dick in a music video one time. He was also retired by the clergy for not doing a good enough job

PAPA III MY LOVE PAPA III. or Terzo. Papa III is the youngest of Papa Nihil's confirmed sons, and was active as Papa from 2015-2017 and released the Meliora album. He's the first of the Papas to perform in an outfit other than his papal regalia, and was dragged offstage at the end of one ritual, I believe because he had become too focused on himself rather than the mission of the clergy. This is when Papa Nihil was officially introduced. Primo, Secondo, and Terzo were then killed by the clergy in 2018.

Cardinal Copia was introduced in 2018 and became the new frontman of the band after the deaths of the previous ones. He is the first non-Papa front man, and was noted to not be of the bloodline, although it is possible he is still the son of Papa Nihil, as Nihil's lover Sister Imperator is shown to be pregnant in the Kiss the Go-Goat music video, which lines up when he likely would have been born, and Imperator is heavily implied to be his mother (even nearly saying so in the video Tomb It May Concern ("As your m- as someone who loves you")) Though it is entirely possible he could be like the antichrist or something & it could be a virgin mary kinda situation cuz there's evidence for that too. He released the album Prequelle :) He's very silly very awkward (tho much more confident and charismatic onstage) & everyone decided he loves rats because. he released the song Rats. woo!

Cardinal Copia rose to the papacy as Papa Emeritus IV in 2020, and released the Impera album !! :D Some people also like to call him Popia but I tend to just call him Papa IV, or still just Copia. Like Terzo, he tends to not perform in non-papal outfits like this blue jacket or bat wings etc. He has the most outfit variation out of all the papas, something thats carried over from the prequelle era when he was a cardinal. His face looks different, which in reality was because his mask was changed, but character-wise they explained it by giving him plastic surgery. He is the currently active Papa and everyone is absolutely terrified that hes gonna die soon god bless. Hes my wife my babygirl mwah

All Papas are played by the actual frontman Tobias Forge in different masks except I think young Nihil who's only in music videos

There's more stuff I could go into like the nameless ghouls and Sister Imperator but I am ! Almost out of image space in this post lol.

#papa iv is the one who threw first pitch for the white sox in a silly little baseball outfit and everyone lost their minds #shout out to ghaseball

[linawritesocs]

jay's union birthday ssr vignette + art!

it's jay's bday!! :D

i remind you that i only see fake!jay as a playable character while real!jay does appear in the story, you can't play as him, so he doesn't get his own vignette. he does get mentioned though!

and here's another reminder that in the third year/graduated versions post i've mentioned that fake!jay's personality would change a lot and.. as i said, i want my characters to actually get older, so you can see him already starting to act differently in this vignette <3

also this one is a bit short bc i basically had to speedrun both writing his vignette and drawing his bday art

[ part 1 ]

[ ujasiri dorm lounge - birthday venue ]

jay: "i wonder who i will get as my presenter."

jay: "it's probably gonna be allen-senpai, isn't it.."

jay: "or maybe it will be blythe-senpai-"

???: happy birthday, jay-chan!!~ ヾ(⌒▽⌒)ﾉ

jay: ".. oh. it's still a speculum student, but a different one."

jay: ".. the dorm leader, to be more exact."

angel: i was chosen to be your presenter! ＼ (^-^) ／

angel: and i promise to take my job very seriously. (￣ｰ￣)

jay: ".. a-are all speculum students like that? maybe they're just trying to be more like their dorm leader?"

jay: "i think blythe-senpai is like.. the only exception."

jay: i-i see.. i'm happy to see you, ashley-senpai-

angel: please call me angel! (>_<) everybody calls me that and you should too~ ^‿^

jay: by the way, why do people call you that? is it like.. a nickname or something?

angel: eh, i don't know, someone came up with it and said that it suits me because i'm so kind. (• ε •)

jay: .. but what is an "angel" exactly?..

angel: i don't know, ask seth-chan about it. he came up with it and when he explained it to the other students, they agreed that it's perfect for me and i just played along. ╮(─▽─)╭

jay: .. oh, so it was his idea..

angel: but enough about me!（￣へ￣ ) it's your day after all! ｖ(⌒ｏ⌒)ｖ♪

angel: oh, that reminds me, i have a present for you! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

angel: to be honest, i don't know much about you, so i just picked it based on what allen-chan has told me. (╯︵╰,)

angel: here, open it! ヾ(＾∇＾)

jay: ".. i'm gonna be honest, i'm a little scared."

jay: ".. hm?"

jay: oh, it's a book.

jay: let me see..

jay: .. wait a second.

jay: .. i-it has another book inside of it??

jay: and it has a third book inside too..

jay: just how many-

angel: it has only seven of them, sadly. (｡-_-｡) i really wanted your gift to be special and i know that reading is one of your main hobbies, but i felt like just getting one book for you isn't enough..

angel: i was told that this book will have at least ten more books inside of it! (ಠ ∩ಠ) what do you mean it has only seven??

jay: all of them look very interesting though.

jay: thank you, ash- um, angel-senpai. i appreciate it.

angel: .. you like it? you really mean it?

jay: yes.

angel: ...

angel: .. i'm so happy!! ヽ(´▽｀)ノ

angel: thank you so much, jay-chan! i was so worried that you won't like it.. o(╥﹏╥)o

jay: haha, it's okay, it's okay.

jay: ".. is it true? were they really worried about such a thing?"

jay: "i just can't figure them out at all."

[ part 2 ]

angel: okay, it's time for the birthday interview! ┗(＾0＾)┓

angel: here's the first question! ヾ(*´∇`)ﾉ

angel: "if you could choose one person from the royal sword academy as a sibling, who would it be?" └（★ｏ★）┐

angel: it can't be someone from your dorm though! (◡︿◡)

jay: a sibling?..

angel: oh, oh, i bet you're gonna choose allen-chan! (σ≧▽≦)σ you two are very close after all~ (人´∀`)

jay: um, well..

jay: to be honest, when we first met, i saw him as someone completely different.. like, totally not a sibling figure..

angel: eh? what does that mean? (*°ヮ° *)

jay: n-never mind.

jay: hm.. yes, i think i know who i would choose.

angel: ohhh?? (•⊙ω⊙•) so excited!! ☆(◒‿◒)☆

jay: i think it would be roland-senpai. you know, the gardening club leader.

angel: !! really?? (⊙︿⊙)

angel: ah, it's probably because of his big brother figure vibes! ╰(◡‿◡✿╰)

jay: haha, i guess you can say so.

jay: but the thing is.. roland-senpai really is someone i can fully trust. i admire him a lot.

angel: oh?? ◉‿◉ i wonder why.. (◠‿◠✿)

jay: well, you see.. roland-senpai has not the best reputation, i agree.

jay: but he tries his best to become a better person. and even if he still has his moments of weakness, he never gives up.

jay: i don't know what he did and what kind of person he was in the past, but.. i can try to guess.

jay: and i respect him a lot for still trying to make friends and being nice to everyone even though almost all rsa students either hate him, think he's scary or just ignore him.

angel: .. oh no, now i feel bad for roland-chan.. o(；△；)o

angel: i didn't know that people hate him?? ಥ_ಥ why would they be so cruel to him?? he's such a nice and kind person!!

angel: i wish i knew about it.. i want him to feel safer here. (╯︵╰,) i heard that he used to go to nrc before transferring here. now that i think about it, it does make sense why so many rsa students dislike him..

angel: it doesn't mean that they should hate him though! they should be nicer to him! ( ⇀ ‸ ↼ )

jay: and also.. even though i said that i don't see allen-senpai as a sibling figure, i still admire him too.

jay: p-please don't tell him that though. he won't stop mentioning it all the time if he finds out.

angel: really?? how cute!! so you two really are close! ( ≧◡≦ )

jay: i just admire him for not trying to be like the other rsa students, that's all.

angel: .. huh? what do you mean by that, jay-chan? (。・_・。)

jay: allen-senpai is weird. he's really weird, he's scary, he never thinks before doing something and he gets a new crush like every week.

jay: .. but that's what makes him unique. he doesn't try to be like other rsa students, who act like stuck up royals and pretend to be better than they actually are.

jay: he just doesn't know that his flaws are.. well, flaws. he thinks it's normal to act like that. most of the time he's not doing it on purpose or with bad intentions. he just does what he thinks is right.

jay: .. b-but i would still never want an older brother like that.

angel: haha, and here i was hoping that you will say something like "even though i don't show it, i care about him a lot"!（＾ｖ＾）

angel: but it's okay. i can see that you like allen-chan more than you think you do. ≖‿≖

jay: h-hey-

angel: oh, are you friends with any nrc students, by the way? (*´・ｖ・) you do come there often after all.

jay: "most of the time i come to nrc only to tell allen-senpai to come back to rsa.."

jay: hm.. i guess so? there's this one student from savanaclaw who i didn't expect to become close with, but he's surprisingly nice even though he looks kinda scary, haha.

jay: .. there's also this one person who i also saw as my sibling figure. he was like a twin to me, to be honest.

jay: i'm not sure if i still want to be associated with him though.

angel: wait, what?? ( °□° ) what does that mean, jay-chan?? please, i need answers-

jay: next question, please.

[ part 3 ]

angel: o-okay.. ahem, if you were to join any dorm other than ujasiri, which dorm would you choose?

jay: .. i don't know.

angel: huh? really? come on, i think you would be perfect for, like, any dorm in this school, jay-chan! （人´∀`*）

angel: you're basically like a prince after all-

jay: hey, angel-senpai, am i really that popular?

jay: i don't have that many friends here, so..

angel: hm.. i heard many people say that they think you're like a perfect rsa student to them! (^▽^)

angel: sure, maybe you can be a bit awkward sometimes and you need to be more confident, but you're smart, polite and very pretty! your unique magic is so fun too! ヽ(´▽｀)ノ

jay: .. interesting.

angel: sooooo, which dorm would you go with? (°⌣°) oh, may i suggest spec-

jay: no.

jay: "i've already heard enough from blythe-senpai.."

jay: "just say something already. i want them to leave me alone."

jay: ".. but i want to give an honest answer too.."

jay: um.. enaskota, maybe?

angel: ohhh, makes sense! since you're the smart and curious type and all. (✿◠‿◠)

angel: but sometimes i'm surprised to see just how much you actually don't know about this world. seriously, you look like a lost child sometimes, haha. ヾ(＾∇＾)

jay: .. haha, yeah, i do have those moments sometimes.

jay: "okay, that's it, i can't stay with this person in the same room. say what you want about allen-senpai, but i'd rather run to him right now."

jay: u-um, angel-senpai, don't you think it's time for the "gift of good fortune"?

jay: or do you have more questions for me?

jay: "i sure hope you don't."

angel: nope, i've only got two of them! (｡´∀｀)ﾉ

jay: "what kind of interview is that??"

angel: okay, are you ready then, jay-chan? (｡◝‿◜｡)

jay: i am. thank you for being my presenter, angel-senpai.

jay: "please, just throw it at me already and let me go!.."

angel: ehehe, okay!~ (σ≧▽≦)σ

angel: happy birthday, jay-chan! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#i still love aurora's rsa dorm names they're so cool #please. please can we get some official rsa content i'm starving here #.. yes one of the reasons why this vignette is shorter than what i've planned is. um. i got tired of looking for kaomojis 😭 #also a lot of them don't look good on mobile/pc #i love how austin is like.. slowly getting better and becoming more open meanwhile fake!jay is like. but what if i get a corruption arc #the literature and animals lover: jay #a strange but loving dorm leader: angel #ngl i don't like most of the tags i have but i'm too lazy to come up with something new

[protect-namine]

hiii i saw ur tags on the new genshin video and was wondering if you remember when/where the hexenzirkel was first referenced?? this was my first time hearing of it and im super curious what bit of lore i mightve missed! i didn't start playing until right after the first GAA ended (rip) so i know for sure theres some event-exclusive albedo/mona/klee stories ive missed out on. im not finding anything helpful on the genshin wiki though so figured i'd just ask! love ur url btw :)

I love your url too! it's cute!!

okay I'm about to unearth this can of worms so bear with me for the length; the hexenzirkel is one of my favorite mysteries in genshin. I imagine that the wiki page might not be updated with everything yet since this is really the first time we've heard of them in an official capacity, but we can extrapolate a lot from what we previously knew. I'll put this under a read more. :D

from what I remember, we didn't actually have any info on hexenzirkel for a long time. the first time I saw it ever mentioned was from lisa's voiceline on mona.

Mona? She seems to be an excellent mage, but I'm not a part of their Hexenzirkel. The idea of Irminsul exploration and formal tea parties just leaves me cold.

and barbara's character story about when alice tried to turn her into an idol (lol):

"But... aren't The Seven the ones that people are supposed to worship?" / "Yes, but not exclusively…" replied Alice, an elder of the Hexenzirkel, as she groomed the young girl for stardom. "Read this, it contains everything you will need to know."

I'm not super updated on lore but I believe those were the only instances we've seen the hexenzirkel actually mentioned by name before this year's windblume.

so for a while that was really all we knew: that there's this coven of witches who have tea parties and explore irminsul. and since irminsul was such a big mystery, it was intriguing to know about them! however, since we know that alice is an elder, we can kinda extrapolate a lot from what we know of alice.

(interestingly: lisa mentions hexenzirkel as if mona is a part of it, but mona's official affiliation is of mondstadt. I'm also not sure if mona knew about the hexenzirkel, or much of them, though she certainly knew about her master, and albedo's master, and alice. so idk if she's officially a part of them, but lisa seems to think so?)

(also, lisa was apparently known as a grand mage at one point but that's all behind her now and she won't tell us much about it)

what we know about alice is scattered in many areas, but what interests me is that she:

is the rival-friend of mona's master (from mona's story quest) and was in possession of her diary (which she left with klee)

is friends with rhinedottir/gold, since she took care of albedo after rhinedottir left with the heart of naberius

is the author of the teyvat traveling guide

seems to know about other worlds existing. some speculate that she herself is a descender since she references a lot of outside-Teyvat stuff (like her dialogue in the first GAA), and it was curious how she was the one to narrate aloy's character miscellany instead of dainsleif

"Teyvat's borders have grown fragile these past two years — looks like Mommy's going to have to get busy." what does she have to do with "teyvat's borders"? this is from the wings of feasting description (yes, the KFC glider)

is immune to irminsul memory wipes (from how she narrates wanderer's character miscellany, she seems to know who wanderer really is). in the same video, she mentions that she has a special job that allows her special privileges that allows her to observe the world through different perspectives (sidenote: lol dottore would kill for that kind of privilege)

is in good terms with venti, since he knows everything about how to get traveler to GAA, literally gives traveler the cheatsheet for the lantern in this year's windblume, has the dodocommunicator, etc.

from there, the community just kinda associated alice with rhinedottir and mona's master (we now know her name is barbeloth, as in barbelos the mother of all in gnosticism, which is another whole can of worms). and have (correctly) inferred that they both must be part of the hexenzirkel with alice.

we also know that all of their children/successors are in mondstadt (klee, albedo, mona) and are actually good friends. from mona's character story 4, we know that they regularly meet up to have lunch and exchange knowledge ("since [albedo and mona] are both people who seek to unveil the principles of the world, and both are accomplished students of famed masters, aligning themselves with one another and working together is perfectly normal."). I think this will become important in the storyline later (like maybe two years later lol), especially since alchemy and hydromancy are very closely tied to the secrets of teyvat, and they are both fields that albedo and mona learned from their masters.

the rest of this post is mostly speculation, but I've heard some interesting theories about the hexenzirkel over the past two years:

the adventurer's guild was set up by the hexenzirkel. some people have cited that the roof of mondstadt's guild looks like a witch's hat. ashikai made a whole video about this theory (which also has a lot of info that I probably haven't covered) if you're interested!

skirk (the person in the abyss who taught childe how to survive there when he fell in) is also a member. I think that's not confirmed right now, since we now have the names of the witches and skirk wasn't mentioned, but maybe they could be a successor like scarlett?

hexenzirkel has deep connections to istaroth and might even worship istaroth. I don't have all the details to how this theory came to be, but I remember thinking it seems possible! I think it's because mona/hexenzirkel has a lot of the star of ishtar symbol. albedo said that mona's island in GAA (minacious isle) was literally a mountain razed by barabatos and it's from the location where the thousand winds temple is (in the first GAA we follow a seelie from there back to mondstadt, which confirms it). it was also the island where you travel between past and present AND where you can see the sky with purple hues for the first time (before we got the desert in sumeru). usually the skies of teyvat are in blue-green hues. with the revelation that the witches once tried to fight venti, I think this lends some weight to their istaroth connections (though of course, venti is friends with them now). them sending their successors to mondstadt kinda harkens back to the time when mondstadt worshipped both time and wind simultaneously in the distant past.

finally, the new windblume event actually points to some new theories. the video seems to imply that mona is a fallen star that her master scried upon. whether or not she fell from the "true" or "false" sky is unknown at the moment. I used to think she might be a daughter of outlanders, but maybe she's actually a descender herself? or a star of the false sky? either way, I'm always curious about how she came to know a song unknown to teyvat.

But sometimes, on a clear night, she can be seen on a high mountain slope. There, Mona gazes up at the stars in the sky — so close, she feels, that she could almost reach out and touch them — with gentle eyes, humming an unknown tune to herself.

so all in all, hexenzirkel lore is pretty scattered. but once you know the key figures related to them, you can just dive into their lore and you'll eventually find out about them. I got into them because I liked klee and albedo so I read their character stories, which led me to alice and mona, which led me to the hexenzirkel.

now that they're finally officially introduced in the game, hopefully we'll see more of them in the future! I think, given that it took them 2+ years to be mentioned without any official appearances from the members, that they'll be important to the endgame story when we circle back to mondstadt/celestia/khaenri'ah.

sorry this was very long, but hope that gives you brief introduction to some of the most mysterious factions in the game! I love them so much, so I'm glad they're getting attention now from other people!!

#ask me stuff #paopujuice #liveblogging genshin #genshin lore

[theroyalthrones]

15 OC Questions

I was tagged to do this by @trhor. Thank you so much for including me!! Florentia and Dorian will be the interviewees. Pretend their in those couple interviews in When Harry Met Sally.

Are you named after anyone?

F: Um, no I don't think so.

D: Not my first name, but I was with my middle names. Florent was a former king of Lavande, and Henry was my great-uncle's name.

F: Wait, I didn't know we could do our middles. I was named after my great-grandmother, Tsarina Annika, and my grandmother, Maud, on my dad's side. Louise was just a name my mother liked.

When was the last time you cried?

D: I don't know it's been such a long time...

F: For the love of!- He cried last night, we were watching Love, Rosie.

D: I just could really relate. Don't act like you weren't crying too.

Do you have kids?

F: Yes we our Lio.

D: Only one for now.

Do you use sarcasm?

D: I don't know, can we?

F: No stop, that was the worst!

What's the first thing you notice about people?

F: Uh... Maybe their eyes?

D: I guess their height. depending on if I have to look up or down.

What's your eye color?

D: My eyes are green, Flo's are blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

F: Dorian clearly favors happy endings. and I'd say the same.

D: We had a happy ending, didn't we?

F: Don't jinx it.

Any special talents?

F: I guess I've always been good at the violin.

D: Probably cooking the best mac and cheese.

Where were you born?

D: I was born in Clermont, Lavande.

F: Belfiore, Orillia. It was actually a very last-minute home birth at one of the estates my family has out there. SUPER long story with that one.

What are your hobbies?

F: Can I say playing with Aurelio? It's so much fun!

D: His laughs are so infectious! I'd say the same for me too.

Have you any pets?

F: We have our Ruby, we got her around the time we first started dating.

D: About seven years ago now.

F: We're getting so old. So is ruby.

What sports do you play/have played?

F: I'd say we're both really into sports. We've always been. I actually started a soccer league with my aunt when I was 15 actually.

D: But you don't play soccer all that much anymore, I think your new favorite is tennis. Mine is Polo.

How tall are you?

D: 6'1"

F: 5'8"

Favorite subject in school?

F: In high school, History, and Science were always my favorites. That's why I majored in Biochemistry and Anthropology.

D: You're so smart, I'd say English was my favorite.

Dream Job?

F: As a kid, I wanted to be a professional violinist. I guess now I'd be a Biochemist.

D: I think I'd be a historian.

( I nominate anyone who hasn't already done this ask before, I tag those accounts. Thanks!!)

#TTasks #Worldbuilding

[ofsvnlightt]

Was that [TIAN XIWEI]? Oh no no, that was just [JESTER LAVORRE], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [CRITICAL ROLE]. They are [unknown/TWENTY FIVE] years old, use [SHE/HER],  and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. 

did i choose this fc just so i could use this gif? ......maybe

How long has your character been here: she was here for a while, then gone for a while, and now she's back. in total, she's probably been in dc for about a year and a half. for this current reappearance though, only a few months.

Job: freelance artist 

Where has your character been pulled from in their fandom: after the events of the uk'otoa two-shot

Has magic affected your character: only a little. she still knows everything of her time with the mighty nein from the main campaign and the first m9 reunion. she does not have her memories from the second reunion, the echos of the solstice. also, the magic of the city did make her human. she is no longer a blue tiefling. she does still have her cleric magic though.

Anything else? yes, actually. this may get lengthy, but i'm going to try my best to stay succinct. the summaries i write below are going to be from her pov, not full explanations of the episodes, to (hopefully) make them shorter. i'll try my best lol.

tldr: jester is from the second campaign of a d&d live play show called critical role. she was created and played by laura bailey.

let me introduce you to the mighty nein! it consists of seven (technically 8) members: her, a tiefling cleric fjord, a half orc warlock/paladin caleb, a human wizard beau, a human monk yahsa, an aasimar barbarian veth, a halfling rogue caduceus, a firbolg cleric kingsley, a tiefling blood hunter/rogue, formerly mollymauk, a tiefling bloodhunter (click the bolded link below to clarify this distinction)

everything below this you do not need to read if you don't want to lol

here is a masterlist with all the posts i made about her memories throughout the campaign - all 141 episodes!

now for the uk'otoa two shot, 2 of the 3 reunion episodes. (this is where it's going to get looong): following the events of the campaign, the mighty nein have all settled down and split off to do their own things. in the short 6 months they've been apart, fjord, jester, and kingsley (previously molly) have started a small shipping company and they themselves still sail the nein heroz often.

one day while off at sea, they get attacked by a storm giant and cultists looking for the 3rd cloven crystal to unlock and set uk'otoa free. the ship gets totaled but to spare the remaining crew and jester (she had really low hp), fjord gives up the crystal. the two of them, kingsley, and the remaining crew get in a dinghy and row to the nearest island to sleep and figure out what to do next. before bedding down for the night, jester uses sending to call caleb to let him know what's happening, and then veth as well. caleb rounds everyone (veth, beau, yasha) up and teleports to where the other three are located - the twinward isles - somewhere in the lucidian ocean, just west of port zoon.

after some discussion and a scry, the nein teleport then polymorph to get to the cyrios end forest, where these minions of uk'otoa are trekking through. after some time of their own journey through the jungle, they finally make it to some temple ruins. they all climb to the top, planning to ambush the scions and minions. [this is where ep 1/the first half of the reunion ends.]

easily noticed by the storm giant, combat starts immediately before the nein can actually prepare the ambush. the storm giant destroys the top of the temple and jester casts earthquake, wanting to collapse it. realizing they need to go inside, jester only lets the quake last a few rounds before ending the spell.

killing the giant and a couple scions, the nein make their way to the bottom of the temple to try to collect the cloven crystal before anything happens. they're too late though, seeing one of the last remaining followers put it into the floor of the temple - the final key in its place, uk'otoa is released. due to his old pact with the leviathan, fjord can sense that it's south of where they are, roaming in the lucidian ocean.

after some discussion and ruling out darktow, the nein decide that caleb will teleport them to nicodranas where they see ominous storm clouds in the distance and hear that people have been having visions of a creature with many yellow eyes.

they secure the aid of the drensala vis and its captain, adella to weather looming storm and go after uk'otoa. they get a long rest and just approach the edge of the worst of the storm as they wake up. as they enter the worst of it, fjord casts underwater breathing on the nein and the crew of the ship and jester casts waterwalk. she also casts control weather to try to calm down the storm a little bit.

Tidal waves assail the ship, but thanks to Jester’s water walk, they can get close to Uk’otoa and attack the various portions of his serpentine body. The numerous eyes are harder to hit, but striking them keeps his fury at bay, which causes lightning attacks when the fury builds. Attacks rain down on Uk’otoa from the Mighty Nein. Caleb polymorphs into a blue dragon and Fjord casts cone of cold, freezing various sections of the body in the water.

the nein harry the sea leviathan. one of many clutch moments being beau being able to give uk'otoa vulnerability to lightning, making dragon!caleb's attacks more lethal. the biggest clutch moment coming from the queen herself. jester sent out her duplicates the turn before and when the group needed it most, she cast mass heal, getting all 7 of them nearly back to full health.

uk'otoa's health continues to diminish. with two swipes of her sword, yasha nearly ends the leviathan. there's a whole team joint-attack, but ultimately, the killing blow goes to fjord.

the serpent falls beneath the waves, but he still needs to be locked away - for good. now a dragon turtle, caleb takes fjord far below the water, and with a boon given to him in the temple, fjord seals uk'otoa in the depths of the sea. As the runes spread over Uk’otoa’s body, he and Fjord are yanked to the bottom of the ocean. Soon, the body vanishes and three new Cloven Crystals float in the water, restarting the cycle anew. Fjord grabs the crystals and casts far step, returning to Caleb. They return to the surface together and reunite with the Nein.

Fjord takes the Cloven Crystals and sends them to separate locations. One goes to the volcano in Rumblecusp, one goes to the Cobalt Soul, and Fjord keeps the third location secret.

epilogue: Jester is the arts and crafts teacher at veth's summer camp, finding a love for it and opens her own art studio in Nicodranas – Dicks and Other Things. Her graffiti becomes famous around Wildemount. (a la banksy)

and that's the uk'otoa two shot! holy cow, this is much longer than i expected it to be, so i'm glad i'm leaving out the solstice oneshot for now. i'll do that in a month or so when i decide to update her memories lol.

#hw: intro #long post tw #🍭 little sapphire :: jester #🍭 let's chat :: jester

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Round #1: Game #2

G#2 (7) #12 Du-vowel Kitties (6-3, 1-0) @ (2) #9 Hooded Snakes (9-1)

This should make for an interesting juxtaposition of styles…as well as the only game where the “former FFA squad” is the lower seed to a non-FFA squad...  

The Kitties can barely claim the FFA mantel because they’re last run in the FFA was 2011...but they were a founding member in 2008 and that first year was easily their best year as they went 10-0 and fell one game shy of the championship…  This version rolls in with the #14 ranked offense...putting up 24.0ppg...but this is the complimentary side of table.  The O-line has size...but can be overwhelmed with numbers...as they don’t check out of pressure...and the center does not handle quick Noseguards well.  The RBs will run the lane, but are not spectacular in any facet of the position...not quick twitch shifty...no turbo gear...no plowing the Defenders into the ground...no spectacular catches…  Just serviceable…  The same could be said of the WRs...just serviceable...but than again they don’t really get to show off their ball-in-the-air skillsets…  Which leads us to the QB...whom seems ill-fitted to the unit’s shortcomings…  I don’t know if doesn’t read pressure (since his “looking over the defense” looks more theatrical than actual analysis) or has no way to audible out of bad plays …  He has a lot of unforced errors and seems to predetermine his target before they are even at the line...which makes for some bad decisions…  And his arm strength is not where he will zip it into lanes or get any distance/velocity when he can’t set his feet.  They should roll the pocket more…  Hot reads can be your friend…  His play will determine this game...good or bad...  

Defensive uni..ranked #8...is the strength of this team.  They’ve held teams to 13.3ppg and have kept them in games all year...BUT...they are prone to be undisciplined…jumping off-sides...losing outside containment...and assignment/alignment errors…  The D-line has bulk but too often has their eyes in the backfield too early...making it difficult to disengage and pursue…but that’s bonus...they will eat-up the blocks and that is prime  The LBs look the part...but do get caught up with eye discipline...leaving them flat-footed and out of position...but do flow well to the ball when they dissect it right and will deliver the lumber given the chance…  The DBs will come up and force...not shying away from contact…and the safety will fill a lane...  So view those quick passes at the line of scrimmage as a set-up play and not expect much…  The biggest problem this unit has...is spending too much time on the field…  

What little I have seen of the Hooded-ones, the #13 ranked offense is the strength of the team...and average 25.2ppg…  The O-line is big...and mostly road graders...but not the most nimble on the edges for pass pro...but the coaching staff does a decent job of managing that liability in the play-calling…  The Rbs can find the holes (which is a lot at this level) and quietly amass stats.  While the passing game is average...and that’s all they need this week… The QB only has to manage this game...not win it...so play-action is his friend...and ball security his mandate.  The WRs are not particulary shifty or fast...but are smart enough to eat up a zone… Don’t think they would be as proficient against a decent bump and run D-backfield.  Defensively the #12 ranked defense has some size...but in general the defense lacks team speed…  The front seven may be stout...but they do not get off blocks quickly adding another step or two of “slowness”.  If you have a real speedster you get him behind this defense. ..but luckily that is not this weekend.  

This is the one FFA vs non-FFA match-up that the Algorithm does not like the FFA team...picking the Hooded-ones...20-14…  I think if the Kitties do go down...it’ll be close…

[whumpywinterbun]

Brackets (Thinking)

Bucky Barnes thinks a lot. (He wishes he wouldn't.)

Emotional hurt. No comfort. Oops.

Warnings: panic attacks, brief suicidal thoughts at the end

a/n: one of my reposts from ao3, Its...overanalyzing characterstudy. No pairings, feel free to read more into Steve and Bucky’s relationship though if you want to. :D

Some people’s mornings start at seven am. Get up. Get dressed. Maybe eat. Hurry to work. Some need to get up earlier, some are blessed with later work hours. Bucky gets up when the nightmares leave.

Sometimes it is a blessing. Bucky can watch the sunrise. (While heaving, the only sound in his ears being the hammering in his chest, intensifying his headache. He at least tries to convince himself that it is a blessing to see the sunrise.) But there are also days where he is greeted by the sun going down, realizing his body gave into his mind’s exhaustion. It was four am when Bucky woke up, with a dry throat and drenched in sweat, six am when he gave up on falling back asleep and deciding to get up from his hardwood floor and almost seven when his morning coffee and a shower made him feel…human?

“Bad habits die hard,” they say. Well, he said it. Steve’s voice, accompanied by his laugh, was Bucky’s first, and only, thought every time he took out a cigarette. Steve had always berated him on his smoking habit, something that formed a lifetime ago, literally, and something Bucky picked up right after turning back into…himself? (But it only got worse since Steve…)

Bucky sat down on the fire escape, a second cup of hot, brown life motivation in one hand, the world's number one cause for lung cancer in the other. He could probably afford a nice apartment somewhere better, something with an actual balcony he does not need to climb out of a window for. But what would be the fun in that, right? Bucky liked Brooklyn, sometimes it actually felt like home. (But then he remembers that his favorite bookstore is now a grocery store, his favorite diner is a bar and everything and everyone changed and died from old age apart from him.)

Bucky’s therapist tells him he is adapting well to the “modern world,” and he does not agree. She also keeps telling him about how lonely he is, which Bucky just accepts. He is lonely. Friendships are hard, it is not like he can just randomly ask someone on the street to be his friend. (Not like how he met Steve as a child, playing around outside their houses.) He was in fact lonely enough to try out those god forsaken dating apps everyone keeps telling him about. Bet nobody but him has to think twice about his birthdate, huh? (Bucky scoffed to himself. Maybe three times, James Barnes used to be what the cool kids call a “nerd,” but after Hydra fried his brain, he is not even sure if he is getting the change he is supposed to at stores.) But somehow, he managed to give himself a birthdate that maybe made sense under a somewhat recent picture of himself. Now did Bucky go on dates? Yes and no. He met up with a few women here and there but the ugly realization on how much the only thing he liked to do before his life went to shit changed, he stopped. Alcohol does not do its job; modern music gives him headaches, and everything just moved on too fast. But the Sex was still great though. Thank God. (Until he got asked to take off his shirt and left glove, then even that turns into Bucky’s personal hell.)

After finishing his cigarette, Bucky had to leave for his therapy appointment. He did not particularly like Dr. Raynor, but it is not like he had a choice. The state just wanted to make sure he would not start killing people out of nowhere again, and that was her job. Nothing more, nothing less. (He secretly wished she would care more, help him more.)

“You are not a monster, James…,” Bucky laughed while the wrinkles on Raynor’s forehead grew deeper, “…But everyone will keep viewing you as one if you keep staying in your head. Or your home.” She really knew exactly what to say to make Bucky’s day as miserable as possible. “I just don’t have reasons to leave the house much.” “Excuses.” He sighed. “Maybe I just like being alone.” “No, you don’t. And apart from that, you are not just alone. You are lonely.” There it is. “We had this already Doc…” Bucky did not like where this was going, but just accepted everything incoming because he heard it before. (And because he is not sure if leaving the session early would count as “showing aggressive behavior.”)

“One last thing, James.” He was already halfway through the door. “We should really start talking about Mr. Rogers.” (No, they did not.) “Sure.” Bucky left the building as fast as he could.

Steve left. (He left him alone.) There is nothing to talk about because Steve left and he is totally okay with it. (Bucky hated Steve for leaving.) Steve Rogers is (was) his best friend since childhood. Possibly his only friend in the past few years, and Bucky wanted nothing more than for Steve to be happy. Except he could not be happy with Steve’s choice. Because he left him alone. Steve Rogers left him alone.

Bucky sat on his floor; his back pressed against the wall while his entire body shook. Panic attacks were a regular occurrence for him. He hated it. It let all the feelings and thoughts in he has desperately been trying to keep out of his head. He hated hating Steve, he hated wanting to have someone care for his feelings, he hated having to always hide his vibranium arm under clothing, he hated how much Brooklyn changed, he hated waking up at ungodly hours with his pulse going haywire. But most of all, he hated himself.

Except he did not know himself. Who is James Barnes? The last time he spiraled, his therapist asked him exactly that, expecting something along the lines of “ex-soldier, maybe an avenger, mostly just a guy from Brooklyn” or even a “prisoner of war, ex- brainwashed assassin, the reason the avengers fell apart” to really spice things up. But none of that feels like the James Barnes he knew. The guy who liked to go out, social butterfly, ladies’ man, best friends with a small, sickly boy called Steve. So how was he James Barnes if he was nothing like James Barnes? In theory, all his memories have returned, and he should be aware of his existence. But realistically, those could still be fake. Bucky trusted his own mind less than the state did, but not the possibility of random outbursts of violence, everything else.

An hour passed. Or two. Bucky was not sure when he had stopped crying and gotten up. His head hurt. It always does, more or less. Shuri said some parts of his brain were irreparably damaged, resulting in a number of issues he did not like thinking about and constant headaches he chose to ignore. Getting a metal arm stuck in his skin hurt more. Getting brainwashed hurt a lot more. And Bucky also likes telling himself that his victim’s families losing their loved ones hurt them more than anything he endured could ever hurt him. What is a headache if you are responsible for hundreds of deaths? What are panic attacks if you are a monster. What is loneliness when the last person you loved left you all by yourself.

Bucky’s thoughts throughout his days were broken records. He tried to hide them, put them into brackets so he could tell himself they are not actually there. Sometimes they spill, he falls, just to pick himself and his thoughts back up and move on, pretending like it does not hurt. And some days, when he catches himself being extra honest with himself, he ends up on the fire escape, pretending like a jump might fix things. (It will not, he is a super solder, it needs more than that.)

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky barnes fanfic #character study fic #weee first fic posted

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