#i have a whole folder with cursed images]

[storiesofsvu]

Five Nights pt 3

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: teasing, language, smut, oral, face sitting. pt 3 of 4! I did not proof read this so.... apologies if there are typos or shit lol.

After the way his day had started, Aaron thought he might finally be able to feel some relief for a bit, finally knowing what it felt like to have his cock buried deep between your lips, that the fantasy would no longer be plaguing his thoughts while he was supposed to be working.

As it turned out, he was horribly wrong.

The day was a mix of spending time in the office and time trapped in an SUV with you. He was almost second guessing himself while you were driving to a scene, you were so nonchalant about everything he was nearly starting to think that he’d dreamt the whole thing. That was until you let out that adorable giggle when you caught him staring and made a joke. It was almost instant he felt his cock twitch in his pants and he cursed under his breath, taking a deep breath to try and regain focus only to lose it once again as your perfume invaded his senses.

Back at the precinct he began to let his mind wander as he made his way through menial paperwork, images from the night prior flooding into his mind, he could feel the way your cunt squeezed around his fingers, practically smell your arousal from across the room. The noises that came out of your lips while he made you come undone invaded his hearing, the way you moaned around his cock, how eager you were to do so, the pleasure you took from getting him off. He was certain you’d been wet over the idea of swallowing his cum down, which meant you were currently sitting in ruined panties. If he was so wrapped up in the sinful thoughts of what went on in your hotel room there was no way you weren’t thinking about the exact same things.

Aaron was right of course, even if you weren’t showing a single sign of being turned on on the other side of the table. You could feel the tingling between your legs when you thought back to how fucking good his fingers felt inside you, your pussy aching to be filled with his cock. You were dying to get your hands on him, part of you wishing you’d been bold enough to make a move in the car earlier. You let out a soft sigh, stretching out your body in your chair before pulling your hair up off your neck. You could feel eyes on you while you refocused on the case file and you knew they were Aaron’s, a sly grin on your lips as you scanned the text. You were back in work mode a moment later, eyes blinking a few times to clear your vision, you weren’t even aware you were doing it when the pen in your hand found its way between your lips.

“Tease.” The taunt was quiet, almost unintelligible when Aaron spoke and you glanced up, almost surprised to find the room empty except for the two of you.

“Hmm?” Your lips closed around the pen and he shook his head with a small laugh.

“Keep doing that and I’ll be hard under the table.” He muttered and a grin broke out on your lips as you giggled.

“Maybe that’s my whole plan.”

“Based on this morning’s festivities I’d say it’s time for me to return the favour.”

“What?” You chuckled, “here in the briefing room?”

“No.” He reached across the table, snagging the folder out of your hands and flipping it shut, “it’s late enough, get in the car. I need to taste that pretty little pussy.”

*

Aaron’s suit jacket and tie were tossed over the back of a chair, hands swiftly undoing a few buttons and rolling his sleeves up to be more comfortable. He had your pants and panties off in one smooth motion, the hem of your t-shirt tickling against your bare skin, cheeks heating at the fact that your pussy was exposed to him while still being half clothed. Eyeing you hungrily he dropped down onto the bed behind him, shifting until he was settled against the pillows,

“Well, get up here.” He teased with a grin and you let out a huff of a laugh, climbing onto the bed, straddling his waist as you settled above him, hands braced on his chest. “Uh-uh.” He spanked at your ass, squeezing it and nudging you, “I said up here.”

“Aaron I—”

“Up.” He repeated firmly, spanking your ass again before his hands gripped around your waist and practically lifted you until you were hovering over his face.

His mouth lurched upward, tongue swiping out through your folds, groaning over your taste and you let out a gasp, the sensation enough to have you dropping down so you were properly sitting on his face. His mouth sucked at your cunt, pulling your wetness out, smearing it against his lips. He sucked one of your lower lips into his mouth, slowly shifting over to the other before pulling them both in, mouth massaging at you gently. His tongue delved into your pussy, sinking in as far as he could reach while his hands groped at your ass, encouraging you to start to ride his face and his nose bumped your clit.

“Oh fuck!” You gasped, hands shooting out to brace yourself on the headboard.

His tongue swiped through you, lapping up your juices as he moaned, the vibrations pulsing through your cunt and you fluttered around nothing, starting to grind down against his face. His hands continued to roll your hips, encouraging you to pick up the pace as your breathing picked up, pleasure prickling its way through your body. His mouth slipped upwards, tongue flicking at your swollen clit and you shuddered, one of your hands sliding up your body, groping at your chest through your shirt.

“That’s it.” He murmured into your cunt, “keep playing with yourself.”

“Yes sir…” You breathed out, letting out a low moan as you pinched at your nipple right as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue tracing delicate patterns against it. Aaron was purposely riling your up, teasing you with his mouth so that he could get more time tasting you, he knew he would never be able to get enough of your sweetness. He also knew that he if held out as long as he could before absolutely devouring you, you would be a whimpering, dripping mess unable to resist absolutely grinding down onto his face and that was what he truly wanted, to have you use him the way he’d fucked your throat earlier.

He sucked at your clit for only a moment longer, feeling your thighs twitch under his fingers as his mouth dropped back down, his tongue swiping through your folds, moaning as he swallowed down your juices. His face shifted, stubble scratching against your skin before his teeth sunk into the tender skin of your thigh, pinching the flesh between them before sucking it into his mouth, eager to leave you with a mark so you’d never forget this night. One hand squeezed at your ass, the other one shifting between your legs, lazily playing with your pussy as you began to grind down harder onto his face. It wasn’t enough to drive you wild, but more than enough to tease you, your pussy fluttering around nothing while his fingertips dared to spread your juices around.

“Oh fuuuck Aaron…” You moaned out, your head dropping back in pleasure, your body shivering when his teeth bit into your thigh again and you whimpered, earning a smirk from him.

Once satisfied with his work, he pressed a soft kiss into the already forming mark before his tongue plunged back into you and you cried out, whines and moans getting louder and more frequent as your pleasure soared through you. Your hips rolled harder against him, grinding heavier into his mouth. He brought a hand up, spreading your pussy lips so he could get better access before blowing cool air onto your throbbing clit and you gasped, a breathy moan escaping your lips. His mouth returned to your cunt while his fingers continued to toy with your clit, pinching it, rolling it between his fingers as he ate you as deep as he could.

“Oh god.. that feels so good!” You groaned out, hands gripping the headboard tighter as you continued to ride his face. With a dark chuckle his mouth returned to your clit, sucking it between his lips as it pulsed between them and a two thick fingers slipped into your pussy, twisting and curling, exploring you as much as he could. Your cunt clenched around him, a cry breaking free of your lips as his fingers crooked, brushing right against your g-spot and he sucked your clit harder into his mouth, his tongue flicking against hit. Your body began to tremble above him, a string of swears and moans leaving your lips as fire tingled right under your skin, at a loss for words, broken down to whimpers and whines.

“That’s it sweet girl.” He cooed, lips brushing against of you as he spoke, the vibrations of his voice driving you absolutely wild as you ground harder against him, “come for me. Can you squirt all over my face?”

As if his ministrations weren’t enough, his words were nearly too much and you let out a cry at the double sensations, his mouth sucking at your clit while his tongue wrote letters against it, his fingers deep inside your cunt. The coil built up tighter and tighter within you until you cried out, your hips stalling as your orgasm rocked through you and your hips twitched multiple times, juices leaking out of your pussy. Aaron groaned out in pleasure, drinking down as much of your release as he could, taking the time to gently clean you up as you shuddered above him, his hands soothing up and down your bare thighs.

You fought to catch your breath, finally collapsing onto the bed beside Aaron, your chest heaving as your body continued to shiver in pleasure. You let out a small laugh, your arm tossed over your eyes,

“Holy shit…”

Beside you, Aaron chuckled, his hand tracing patterns onto your thigh, “you ever do that before?”

“No.” You replied breathlessly, feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks, unable to want to meet his gaze as he grinned proudly.

“Well then I better try to see how many more times I can make that happen.”

“I won’t complain about that.” You laughed, finally moving your arm to glance up at him, still catching your breath.

Aaron smirked across at you, lifting his arm to wipe your juices off his chin before he leant in your direction. He was about to pull you to him, capturing your lips in what he realized would be the first time he’d kissed you when there was a brash knock at the door and the two of you jumped apart like lightning.

“Bathroom!” He hissed and you launched around the corner faster than you realized you could even move. Aaron managed to toss your discarded clothes behind the far side of the bed so they would be unseen, grunting quietly as he adjusted himself in his pants so his hard on wouldn’t be noticed before he pulled open the door.

“Oh, hey Hotch.” Morgan shot him a grin, “y/n here?”

“What?” You asked, your head popping around the corner, “I was just about to shower.”

“Oh come on princess.” He teased, “you promised me a game of pool, loser buys drinks, you can’t skip out on that.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes, praying your cheeks weren’t as hot as they felt, “give me five.”

“You make it down to the bar before I get hit on and I’ll buy the first round of shots.” Morgan laughed, waving quickly before disappearing, the door swinging shut behind him.

“Fuck.” You muttered, dropping you head and pinching at the bridge of your nose before you scurried through the room, grabbing your panties and pants, tugging them back on before you managed to turn back to Hotch, repeating his original words back to him, “this isn’t over.”

You were gone through the door before he even had time to blink, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he huffed, palming at himself through his pants. It seemed like tonight would have to be another one that he took care of himself, fantasizing about how it would feel to have his cock buried deep in your dripping cunt.

“No… no it certainly isn’t…”

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#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner fic

[r0-boat]

Random Emmet hcs

Just a collection of random thoughts I had about him every once when I had various thoughts about him. Or things I've changed my mind about when I made posts like this similar in the past. Anyways enjoy! ( I miss writing Submas :( )

Sfw below cut for length

Follow me on this blog for multifandom writing content (mostly Pokemon)

He's very competitive when it comes to anything with competition although he's very good at Pokemon battles, because to him winning a battle not only means better in skill and raising your Pokemon but also a bigger Bond with trainer and companion he is actually happy when he loses because it still means he has a lot to learn and grow which he is always happy to know more, and he gets to see a happy trainer and happy Pokemon celebrate their victory is there a greater reward than that? But for some reason video games he becomes a sore loser no yelling no Tantrums just silent anger stowing in his Petty thoughts he'll never act out.

He was lying on his living room floor with a blanket topped over him in a T-shirt and sweatpants when he was sick because, for some reason, the floor felt better than his own bed.

Hangs up memes around the office or sends his friends semi cursed images / memes for no reason with little too no explanation. And has a whole folder in his phone just for joltik/other bug pokemon image memes, just in case he needs to react to anything he can't put into words.

I still think he likes to play scary games but his favorite ones are the ones he gets to play with his friends and laugh at their deaths. Skyla and Emmet give each other Petty nicknames and fight with each other on the regular especially over text online and in games. They fight like siblings which is funny because image is actually really close with his brother and doesn't understand why a lot of people aren't packed with their siblings. Sometimes, your sibling's actions can get on your nerves, but their family are sometimes the only ones who can understand you.

He takes self degradation even if they're jokes very seriously.

If Emmet could he would be a full-time joltik breeder I mean don't get me wrong he probably has dozens of them but I mean those breeders that have cool morphs of like certain lizards, snake and insects. Because I refuse to believe in the world of Pokémon that they are no Pokemon that are the same species but with different patterns/ fur or scale color/ breeds etc. He tried to do it himself, but he was stopped by a certain someone

Emmet cannot have TikTok downloaded as much as he loves the app; he will spend hours and hours on it and flood his poor brother and Friends with 99+ notifications. One of the depot agent managers runs the official TikTok account, and before they post anything, both brothers have to check for inappropriate content.

Emmet is either very photogenic or takes very cursed blurry photos there is no between. They'll either be a photo that looks almost professionally done with perfect lighting with his loose tie and shirt half buttoned while another one will have the lighting making it look like his eyes are glowing while the entire photo is dark with his hand coming down on the camera with a caption that says "POV: you're a bug Pokemon"

Still trying to win Nimbasa's hottest Bachelor after his brother who had one the last 3 years in a row😔

Genshin player/bias

#submas #pokemon emmet #Emmet x reader #writing submass as if the community isn't going to 'Welcome Home cheater' me XD #subway master emmet #subway master kudari #Kudari x reader #subway boss emmet

[kisskissbanggang]

jeong jaehyun, you absolute idiot! if my dad’s assistant had walked in any earlier, my ass would be completely cut off! hooking up with you is getting more and more difficult. i might have to start fucking my actual fiancé…hope you didn’t break your face on the way down btw. it’s the only thing you’ve got that makes me wanna keep you around. IM KIDDING! this whole situation is shit. why’d our parents have to hate each other? mark’s family is great. he’s an angel, and both the companies will benefit greatly. would never seeing you again make it easier? lots to think about. sleep well, loser.

(i imaged this being a text message sent at 2 a.m)

[AHHHHHHHHH 💗 Jeong Jaehyun x Fem Reader - Femdom, Guided Masturbation, Phone Sex]

Jaehyun wasn't sleeping anyway when his phone buzzed with your message. In fact, he was still icing his chin from where it hit the desk in his mad dash to hide in the coat closet inside your office. How were you supposed to know your father's assistant was always in your business? Jaehyun only came when called, because unlike you, he was being careful to not raise any suspicion.

At least, that's what he was telling himself.

He did have to admit he wouldn't come if he didn't want it. Jaehyun had everything he wanted and more... Except for you. And he could never shake that, not ever since that first kiss you stole from him. He was wrapped around your finger ever since.

Jaehyun fought the urge to call you. That wasn't how this worked. You called, he came. Instead, he compromised. He pulled up the locked folder on his phone. Every lurid photo, every lewd voice message you teased him with, it was all in here. The time you tied him up and filmed it? It was in here. Jaehyun gave up on icing his chin. He breathed hot into his palm to warm it up and was already touching himself when you called. He almost threw the goddamn phone.

"Hello?" he warily answered.

"You didn't respond," you pouted into the phone.

"It's 2AM," complained Jaehyun.

"No," you whined, "it's 2:30."

Oh fuck, Jaehyun realized. He'd been jerking off to your pics for 30 minutes.

"Where's Mark?" he rudely shot back.

"He's out," you nonchalantly chirped into the phone.

"So you're roping me into your boredom?"

"Such an eager slut," you mewled into the phone. "I'm not hooking up with you tonight."

"We didn't finish earlier!"

"I did," you corrected. "Sucks for you."

Jaehyun berated his dick for getting hard at the belittling he was receiving. "I can not wait for you to get married and leave me the fuck alone."

"Is that gonna stop me?" you laughed. "Is it gonna stop you? I could ask you to come fuck me in front of Mark and you'd say yes."

Jaehyun was quiet, but you heard the faintest moan on his end. You pounced immediately.

"God," you scrunched your nose into the phone, "are you touching yourself? Gross."

"No," he stiffly lied, "I'm working out."

"At 2:30 in the morning?" you teased. "You can admit it. You're picturing something nasty, just the way you like it."

Jaehyun's breath hitched.

"I can't leave you alone, idiot," you simpered, "you're too fun to keep around. Who else is going to make me cum? Mark can make me money and that's it."

"I'll do that for you," Jaehyun immediately answered. His voice was breathy, strained. "You know I'll always do that for you."

"What a loser," you cooed. "No resolve at all. You just wanna make your baby cum all day."

"All fucking day," he groaned into the phone.

"And you'd never care if you don't cum," you praised.

"Never," he confirmed. "Only you."

"How about now?" you asked innocently.

"What?"

"How about I let you cum right now?"

Jaehyun nearly choked on the other end of the line. "Tell me," he begged. "Let me."

"Cum, baby," you sweetly directed into the phone.

There was a shivered gasp on the other end of the line, followed by a thick groan and a string of curses.

"Did my dummy make a mess?" you giggled.

Jaehyun sighed. "Yes, baby."

"Send me a picture," you ordered. "I love you."

"I know, baby," he grumbled.

Jaehyun hung up. Just once, you wished he'd say it back.

#jeong jaehyun #jeong jaehyun smut #HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW TO PRESS MY BUTTONS WHO ARE YOU SHOW YOURSELF #mail #inbox

[hamletisintown]

sell me on one of your favourite ships. your choice

First of all curse my brain for being so dumb, I received this ask and immediately thought. i don't know what ships I like. Brain empty. I have never consumed any media ever. I literally had to go through my pic folders to check what media I love and what ships exist.

ANYWAYS.

I do have. This one ship I'm really really into. But it's also BIG SPOILERS for The Great Ace Attorney (both games) so. Spoilers under the cut.

Alright so. In the Great Ace Attorney, you play as Ryuunosuke Naruhoudo, a young japanese student who ends up becoming a lawyer by some twist of fate.

At the start of the game, you are very quickly introduced to Ryuunosuke's best friend, Kazuma Asougi.

Kazuma is... kind of perfect. He's handsome, nice, level-headed, clever, very good in the courtroom despite still only being a student himself, and overall kind of badass. He's also very ambitious and has a strong sense of justice, and he claims that he wishes to change the justice system. Him and Ryuunosuke seem very close, and you can tell Ryuunosuke really looks up to him.

So, when Kazuma is chosen to go to London to participate in a student exchange between Japan and Great Britain, he immediately asks Ryuunosuke to accompany him and help him with something there, and Ryuunosuke barerly even hesitates before accepting. He promises he will help Kazuma with whatever this "mission" is.

Except Kazuma never makes it to London. He dies in a tragic accident during the steamship travel. Ryuunosuke takes up his sword (Karuma, a sword that was passed down for generations and a symbol of the Asougi family's pride and honor), his lawyer badge, and his mission, despite not knowing what it even was (indeed, Kazuma never had the time to tell him, in the end, what it was he wished to do in London).

With the help and moral support of Kazuma's former judiciary assistant, Susato, (as well as a number of other characters) Ryuunosuke quickly learns the ways of the courtroom and wins a number of cases in London, slowly uncovering uncomfortable truths about the english judiciary system.

Until, finally, it is revealed that Kazuma never died. But in lieu of a warm reunion, Ryuunosuke and Susato only get more questions about what happened, as Kazuma quickly brushes off their concerns and instead announces that he will be facing Ryuunosuke in court as a prosecutor in the next trial. He's acting kind of aloof and... different.

In court, he is efficient and ruthless. Ryuunosuke manages to stand his ground, but Kazuma seems to have a personal grudge against the defendant and it sounds like he's determined to get a guilty verdict. Through multiple cross-examinations, Ryuuonosuke starts getting a good picture of what's going on. Kazuma is here to avenge the memory of his late father, Genshin Asougi, who was condemned in a dreadful case of serial killing 10 years ago in London, as he was himself participating in a student exchange between the two nations (parallels, parallels). Kazuma is persuaded that the defendant of this case is not only responsible for the one murder they are currently investigating, but is also the actual serial killer of this old case, and used Genshin Asougi as a scapegoat.

And this is when everything starts to unravel before our eyes. As the trial goes on and more things are uncovered, as Kazuma learns how wrong he was and how much more horrible the whole story is, he starts getting angrier and pushing back harder and more carelessly.

The image of the perfect, cool-headed lawyer shatters as we learn Kazuma not only lied to the court (and to his closest friends, Ryuunosuke and Susato), but was even implicated in an assassination attempt, in which he broke off the tip of Karuma, his family's sword.

That's a strong symbol. He was so ruthless in his pursuit of revenge that he has betrayed his family's and his own ideals of justice and honor.

He never was the man Ryuunosuke idolized. Behind the mask, he's always been just a heartbroken boy, mourning his father, angry at the english judiciary system for condemning his innocent father to death and tarnishing his memory thus. His noble claims of wanting to change the judiciary system stained by his vengeful anger.

In the end, despite all his skill as a lawyer, Kazuma is too blinded by his own rage, and when he finally breaks down in the middle of the courtroom, it is Ryuunosuke who pushes through and manages to bring light to the entire case, and clear the name of Genshin Asougi.

Ryuunosuke, who came to London to honour Kazuma's memory and will, who bore his sword and his badge, who became a lawyer only because he wanted to do right by his dead friend. At each step of his journey, he was thinking of Kazuma. And in the end, he accomplished Kazuma's mission, as he promised he would, without even knowing what it was until the very end. Not only that but he bested Kazuma, by beating him fair and square in the courtroom and by demonstrating his true ideal of justice, the research of absolute truth, untainted by anger or feelings of revenge.

It was a long exposition but the reason why I love this ship so much (romantically or plaotnically, both are incredibly good) is because of the story and themes surrounding it. They took the trope of the role model that the protagonist tries to emulate/catch up to and completely turned it on its head. The person Ryuunosuke was chasing after was always just a ghost, and while this is a tragic and hurtful truth, it's nothing in the face of their bond. This trial does not break Ryuunosuke's trust in Kazuma, but it also fully reinstates Kazuma's trust in Ryuunosuke. After having kept so many things hidden from him, he can finally completely open up to him.

After the trial is concluded, Kazuma gives Karuma to Ryuunosuke because he's too ashamed to keep it. He literally entrusts his broken pride to him!! Not only that but the sword is also referred to as Kazuma's soul several times in the games. Imagine giving your soul for your best friend to keep while you go and recontruct your broken self. How fucking romantic is that!!

They cross swords in front of the rising sun before going their separate paths, Ryuunosuke going back to Japan, taking up Kazuma's old dream of changing the japanese judicial system, while Kazuma stays in Britain to right his wrongs and become a better attorney.

They make me so emotional.

Well, there you go. I hope this wasn't too long but most importantly I hope this was convincing as to why this is a good fucking ship.

(I really recommend the games, btw, but also there's this cool video essay that goes into more detail about Kazuma's character.)

#ask #ask game #castorambles #long post #dai gyakutan saiban #the great ace attorney #the great ace attorney spoilers

[softpine]

aw thank you!! i just gave them one outfit with cc, since it’s the outfit they wear the most often and i don’t want to overload my gameplay save with cc. i have a whole separate mods folder and everything to keep myself in check lol

whenever i get the chance to retcon things and call this time period the 2000s, i take the opportunity 😌 even if it’s just gameplay

we have the same eye color for sure and i can see the nose too! i wish i had his teeth tho 😭 the only picture i have of myself from this angle is when i was drunk off my ass FJSJDKSJ enjoy this cursed image

@maturation​ hmmm not really :( i wrote some tips here for making teenagers look like teenagers, but it’s even harder to make them look like preteens 😭 i think the only time i pulled it off was with casper, and that was really just because he has a baby face without trying. i didn’t even try with asa because he’s so big, i just did a time skip to avoid the whole thing. i’m sorry i can’t help more!! it’s such a huge limitation of the sims :/

hey! i thought i had removed everything by pandasama, but there was actually a file called “animation_injector_changingtable” in my mods folder that was causing problems. delete it, then delete localthumbcache, then reload the game to see if it worked :) otherwise my other problem was an outdated TOOL mod, i thought i updated it but i actually downloaded an old version! (btw, pandasama’s other stuff works fine now, i put it all back after i finished testing. just make sure to update the childbirth mod if you have that)

@moresimming​ omg thank you so much 🥺 not to sound morbid, but making people cry because of my story is the biggest compliment fjksjds media that makes me cry is genuinely my favorite thing, so hearing that i can do the same thing for someone else is awesome. i’m so happy you’re enjoying it!! thank you ;-; 💖💖

yes it’s a main blog!! i would 1000000% recommend creating a new account for your simblr! it’s huuuge for visibility. it would be really hard for people to follow you back if your main blog is the one whose url is showing up; most people won’t go to the effort of clicking on your blog to find out if you have a simblr somewhere else. i created a separate email so that i could keep my personal blog as my main blog, but still have a new account for simblr :) also if you use firefox (which everyone should tbh), you can use the containers extension so that you don’t have to log in and out of your accounts all the time, you can just open them in two tabs!

↓ GHOST STUFF BELOW, trigger warnings apply ↓

right??? that’s the first question i wanted to ask, but honestly i don’t know if i want the answer fjksjds i’ll just choose to believe that ghosts know the concept of privacy 😌

okay it's kinda funny you said this because... well i don't want to give too much detail but i used to live between a historic cemetery, an honest to god abandoned psychiatric facility, and a building that's known to be one of the most haunted places in the state. but i still never felt or saw ANY ghosts. that's why i didn't believe for so long, because how can i be in the freaking bermuda triangle of ghost activity and never see one?? i'm still mad about it lmao, whether i believe in them or not, i've always wanted to see a ghost so bad. especially if they're just lonely! come to me and we can chill lol

oh wow yeah it’s always freaky when people who don’t seem like the type to believe in this kind of stuff tell you stories like this; it adds a new layer of credibility if you can eliminate all other options. like when people are grieving their loved ones, it’s normal to see/hear/smell them everywhere, and when you’re living in that fog of grief, you can mistake a lot of things for ghost activity that are actually just a result of you looking for patterns to make sense of it all. and i still think this is the case most of the time. i remember when my grandma died, my mom was understandably a complete mess, and she was always misplacing things in that time. but to this day, she still claims it was my grandma who was moving her water bottle, turning the stove on, etc. i’m still (and always will be) a very science minded person, so i’m always going to look at the other explanations first. sorry that was a tangent lmao but my point is, it’s always weird when someone down to earth says stuff like this. that would be so sad, but at least he was able to comfort them a little bit :( what an awful way to go :(

#asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #maturation #moresimming

[brandnewhuman]

Since I have been cursed with the knowledge of Elijah kamski being part of the gen z here are some cursed thoughts about it:

He has definitely read/wrote fanfiction

Bro probably was in so many fandoms and was out there writing the most scrumptious and soul fucking angst. Has probably write smut eventually. his of were as unhinged as he was and he had a field time giving them the most foul and horrible backstory on earth

He has playlist for every fucking single thing in this world

He is the number 1 fan of every single villain he finds

Slasher fan cause come on, you can't fucking tell me this man has not tried to do a GHOSTFACE COSPLAY

Used to go to comic conventions ecc just to play boardgames with someone

AT SOME POINT HE HAD A WHOLE FOLDER FULL OF THE MOST OBSECENE EDITS

At his embarrassing age he still laughs at night while looking at really stupid memes

HE KNOWS HOW A OUR SIMPS MIND WORKS SO HE HAS PROBABLY LOOKED UP EDITS OF HIM THAT FANS ECC HAVE DONE

Always too fucking late to trends and too pride to humiliate himself at doing tiktok dances cause he doesn't fucking knows how to dance in general

THE FANARTS HE HAS DONE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. I FEEL THIS MAN HAD THE ARTISTIC TALENT TO DO NICE THINGS BUT CHOSE TO ACTIVELY TRAUMATISE PEOPLE BY CREATING THE MOST HORRID IMAGES KNOWN TO HUMANKIND

During quarantine has fallen down the rabbit hole of making tiktok recipes and forcing Chloe to watch every single fucking show ever created

Was not team Jacob, not team Edward NOT EVEN TEAM JASPER BUT FUCKING TEAM ROSALIE AND CARLISLE. THIS MAN WHOLE PERSONALITY WERE THOSE MOVIE FOR A LONG TIME

Doesn't like to put on makeup but has forced Chloe to let him try makeup trends on here just for funzies

HE HAS BOUGHT EVERY ANIMAL CROSSING GAME ECC CAUSE AT FIRST CHLOE LIKED IT AND HE TRIED TO ACT TOUGH AND SAY IT WAS STUPID ECC BUT ENDED UP SPENDING AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT OF TIME ON HIS TOWN AND ISLANDS

#elijah kamski dbh #elijah kamski #detroid become human #detroit become human #dbh #dbh fandom #neil newbon

[bahamaat]

New system ideas and possible setting changes

Updates and Rabbit Holes

Hiya, so I've uploaded my halfling lore and mechanics writeup into the Nerath's drafts folder for posting this weekend. When revising my old "race stat block" to fit my new Ancestry + Heritage setup, the idea of renaming the halflings like I did with the Turathi - to make them more setting-tailored.

This led me on a look at the other Ancestries, especially now that I'm taking a look at the ToV Beastkin animal anthropormorphs that are customizable for whatever sort of humanoid animals you want. So currently there are 4 broadly historical human Ancestries (Baelish, Valisian, Kovaloi, and Nerathi). tieflings and elves got wholesale renaming to Turathi and Eladrin (Fey and Wood elves using the same name) but Dwarf, Dragonborn, Gnome, Warforged, and such still have their same old names. Wondering if I want to make further changes there.

A Less Racist Orc

Also in the back of my mind are the "monster" Ancestries - I've mentioned my distaste for my original simple copy/paste of them from D&D.

Right now I'm still working on Bugbears and came up with the idea of them being Feywild creatures that migrated to the First Work at some point. I got this image of Scandinavian-like bugbears, as well as Wakandan bugbears as well and fell in love with both ideas.

Goblins I'm kind of thinking about merging with Gnomes in general and keeping them in the Feywild for the most part.

Hobgoblins got replaced by Skorne from the Iron Kingdoms setting by Privateer Press and I love my utterly evil, slave-breeding militarist Nietzschean badguys that no one really likes. They make a nice counterpoint to gnolls (who I am giving some depth to but love the whole lost-to-a-demon-lords-hunger vibe).

Kobolds, Gith, Gnolls and Lizardmen are so far untouched in my mind.

This leaves Orcs. Now my original version seemed cool at the time (a little influence from the old D&D settings Birthright and Mystara), but the campaign I had in mind to make them a playable character option seemed to smack of "white saviour" plot hooks so I've officially ditched that iteration. Now I'm wondering if I may introduce them as another piece of fallout from my Eladrin going a bit genocidal in the first campaign and have orcs be an attempt a society of humans tried to evade/fight the Summer Host. Their similarities in appearance to the god Grummsh could be an interesting hint that one of the gods I put on the "dead" list from the Dawn War may not be completely gone.

I'm also looking at my cosmology, and while it has been established that all mortal races were created by the gods (beings from the astral plane), not all of them need to be still venerating them. Like some Minotaurs, the Azaer and the Gnolls, they could have been taken to other cosmic powers. This has me thinking about humanoids like the Derro. In the Midgard setting they have Trollkin, and I've been looking for a sort of way to make trolls different from other Giantkin (making them more Primal Spirits oriented than Primordials as they sort of lack the elemental aspect).

What is Good Or Evil to a God?

The question of species aside, I've also been thinking about the Gods, namely how I only have a few 'evil' ones in the campaign, especially actively. 4e had Tiamat, Torog, Grummsh, Vecna, Lolth, Bane, Asmodeus and Zehir. Currently I work mostly with Tiamat and Asmodeus, with some Vecna stuff is mixed in here and there (especially in the Khonsuria campaign).

That leaves the others - Bane is a cursed artifact whose bearer becomes the god of Strife and Conflict; Torog is present but I rarely use the Underdark; no drow so far and no Lolth; and while Zehir is around due to things like Apophis possibly being one of his servants, and the existence of the Serpent People in Khonsurian history, he doesn't have much.

This has me thinking about the role of evil gods in general. As a rule, alignment tends not to be my bag. I've never really had great experiences with it adding anything positive to campaigns. And in Nerath I tend to see good and evil being more of a mortal concern, not so much the gods.

Tiamat, for instance, is generally seen as 'evil' because she represents the negative traits of nobility, rulership and dragons - pride, tyranny, spite and greed.

Asmodeus is evil because he killed his patron god, and/or seduced his mortal humans into helping him. But as I touched on in the Turathi lore posts, Asmodeus' actions, and the general bent of Bael Turath before the deicide both sort of hint that He-Who-Was may have himself been pretty ethically suspect - especially as how in a war against the Primordials being a honourable and virtuous was far less important than being able to win against their enemies - and that ends justifying the means fit humans, Bael Turath and Asmodeus better than some Christian metaphor.

That brings me to the setting present: Erathis, the new goddess of civilization (and wannabe patron of humans) stole souls from the Feywild/Melora to make the Warforged, Pelor's chief servant and demigoddess in the Bloodsands region overly hates Turathi and represents the harsh/harmful desert sun and among the sphinx she is see as 'She-Who-Massacres' with bands of Baelish zealots in fortified monasteries deep in the desert to hunt Turathi and prevent anyone exploring Bael Turath ruins. Pelor himself was also the consrt/patron of the Eladrin of the Court of Summer, and that ended badly for humans. Even in the write up on Khonsuria, one part cut from Sarkhaen Tair's write-up talked about Ilsundal, enraged at the death of a fellow god, demanded the Scouring, and actively helped destroy the knowledge of Bael Turath, and Ioun was peevish when her efforts to mend the rift with the Primal Spirits after the Scouring met with the banishment to the Astral Plane.

So maybe I don't need to worry about playing up or creating evil gods, I just need to show the less-neutral or less-good side of the other deities. Avandra's halflings, for instance, have a cruelty in their vengeance against those that harm halflings that goes a bit beyond what is called for, and Melora has a monstrous, uncaring aspect to self in the Kovaloi pantheon. Corellon can hurt the feelings of those he leaves when the passion fades, Sehanine can be the vengeful lover and takes issue with unrequited love when it is 'unjustly' spurned. And the Raven Queen, well, death and afterlife, winter goddess, the final judge of mortal souls, keeper of secrets whose plane is the source of power for necromancy, the undead, and gloom/despair/terror.

Ack, this is too long

Anyway, look forward to all things Halfling, parts 1 and 2, this weekend. And I may do the Qaysarra/former Upper Kingdom of Khonsuria/Central and Eastern Bloodsands region post as well, but it needs another editorial pass and art selection. I'm also looking forward to preparing some filler content in the form of Heroes of Rheksus write-ups with their character art done by the amazing Rosie Hawkes.

PS. Woot, the Tales of the Valiant kickstarter wrapped up today and now the wait until I get the alpha rules and the playtest material from the stretch goals. We also broke 1.1M usd while all the senior folks were at Origins this weekend, so we may retroactively unlock the 1.1M stretch goal and maybe the 1.2M goal might become a post-KS add-on, here's hoping. PPS. Picked up the Midgard Worldbook from Kobold Press for idea mining. So far, I'm a bit disappointed as it does seem a bit too 1:1 with medieval Europe. Hopefully things will pick up. Same reason, I finally picked up the Tal'Dorei book (the newest version, post-OGL revision to remove a few more Wizards-owned names). I already had the Wildemount book so I may steal some ideas from there.

#nerath #musings #ttrpg design #worldbuilding #blog update #fantasy worldbuilding

[l0velyinc]

ooo, i'd love to hear 3, 8, 10, 13, 20 for the ask game. whichever questions you feel up to answering with however many of your stories/worlds you want to answer with because they're all so good ;w;

THANK YOU!! For the questions and my first asks <3

I’ll respond with all my stories, (minus any of the ARPG folders (technically not my lore haha.))

3.) ANY RECURRING IMAGES/ELEMENTS?

Almost all of my stories have similar vibes: found family, animals & biology, religious & cult-y vibes, psychedelics, etc. Specifics include:

. VIAJE : EYES, Diseases & Curses, Hearts, Stars, The Moon & Sun, Tarot Cards, Lots of Birds, Aliens & Cosmic Horror Vibes, Oh and religious imagery… lots of it… too much of it…

. SACRELIGIOUS : Dogs & Cats (obviously), Scars? Scratches?, Trees, Islands, Books, Candles, Calligraphy

. LAKE SHORE DRIVE : 1970’s to Early 2000’s Music, College? Small Town, Rivers & Lakes, Scientific Latin Names for animals??? I dunno like Saturday morning cartoons but with hidden jokes parents would enjoy. And music, lots of music.

8.) WHAT INSPIRED YOUR WORLD BUILDING, IF ANYTHING?

OOOH SO MMUCH!! I wish I could just say: EVERYTHING but I feel like going into specifics would be best!!

. VIAJE: Religion, I love learning about other religions & cultures & traditions! “Anthony Bourdian’s Parts Unknown” was surprisingly a huge inspo!

“Mad Max (Fury Road)” & “The Haunting of Tram Car 015” had some light inspiration to it, the latter of two made me discover the whole Afrofuturism genre, the former helped me realize I wanted this world to be after an apocalypse!

RECENTLY I have been inspired by Jordan Peele & Wes Anderson films, Peele for themes & storytelling, Wes Anderson for well… visuals?? Colors??? The obvious stuff.

. SACRELIGIOUS : I watched a youtube video about the genre of talking animal books. Ones like Plague Dogs, Watership Down, Warrior Cats, & Guardian of Ga'hoole (for clarification: I have read none of these books…)

BUT I did end up liking the youtube video and I do intend on actually reading these types of books… But that’s the main inspo behind this world. Animals can talk to each other, they are confused about human lore, and they read the bible- oh no-

this one is also based on religious themes (less so than Viaje, ironically)

. LAKE SHORE DRIVE : Look, I watch Zootopia once and hear me out- I LOVE worlds with talking animals so any world with talking animals is an inspo here: Sing, Robin Hood, Spongebob, (and very very very very minor inspo includes: Smiling Friends & Bojack Horseman…again very small amount)

Also did I mention 70s to 2000s music?

10.) IF YOUR STORY IS TITLED, WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THAT TITLE?

. VIAJE : This one has been through SO many changes. GLORIOUS would technically be its “true” name, it’s the name of the overall lore Viaje takes place in. It was inspired by both a song lyric & from a show I was watching where it was just part of the dialogue. I thought it was a super fitting word!

VIAJE used to call Urban Renaissance, but I couldn’t find a good way to shorter it (don’t like long names) so I had called it Sacreligious at one point (but again, too long, didn’t fit well), then I looked up words in Spanish (made sense for the lore) and VIAJE just sounded perfect (it is “Journey” in Spanish),

I could also shorten it to “Via” which still fits. Technically the FULL title is: “Buen Viaje” (“have a nice trip”).

. SACRELIGIOUS : Was originally gonna call this story “GOD” (cause, y’know, dog spelt backwards). But that was around the same time I changed Viaje’s name so… they stole it… I still call it “GOD” for short (or DOG in certain places to prevent questions)

. LAKE SHORE DRIVE : Both the most fitting and most unfitting name out of all of them. Was originally gonna call it “Animalia”, but a few people on toyhouse had the same idea… so I wanted to make something more fitting for myself. And I was listening to the song at the time and uh…. it’s LSD. and I have the humor of a 12 year old.

13.) HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WORKING ON THIS PROJECT? WHAT HAS CHANGED FROM THE OUTSET?

. VIAJE : Oh since 6th grade I think? Okay technically GLORIOUS was made towards the end of highschool, BUT THEN a few years ago I merged it with a story I loved dearly. So it still technically is the same story I had in 6th grade, although extremely different. The bones are still there! *stare at Eve & Adam*

. SACRELIGIOUS : Lol I think, not even a year? I mean I’ve had bits and pieces for this story here & there, but the complete story I’ve only very recently started writing.

. LAKE SHORE DRIVE : Same age as Viaje. Whoever didn’t fit in that story was turned into a furry and thrown into this small town! (or they just… were always a furry and started here.)

HOWEVER the character of Nora is fairly recent? I always knew I wanted at least one human in the story, but I didn’t come up with the full story of Nora until a year or two ago! In fact, she was named THIS YEAR! Before then, she had many “fake” names.

20.) YOUR OCVERSE JUST GOT A MOVIE TRILOGY (A LA HUNGER GAMES STYLE). HOW HAVE THEY HORRIBLY MANGLED YOUR MESSAGE/THEME SO THAT THE MOVIES ARE NOW A SHOWCASE OF WHAT THE ORIGINAL WAS CONDEMNING?

This is THE best question!

. VIAJE : Any pro-capitalist, pro-controlling religion, pro-patriarchy, status quo following trash. Dear god, if they give Jesus’ dad any redemption arc, make Deja straight, or worse… white wash… I would DIE, like actually. Any merch would kind of go against the vibe too? (there is no currency in their world) If any large studio got their hands on this I’d be MAD.

If it were made into a trilogy… actually that might work there’s a lot of little small stories. But Deja & Jesus would probably only be in one movie. The rest would HAVE to be other characters, those two got one goal and would not span a trilogy lol.

. SACRELIGIOUS : Any life action adaption would kill this story, Old Yeller Style. It would never be trilogy material because this story is extremely short. It’s a very clear beginning, middle, and end. Stretched out like that would make it so unwatchable. 

I feel like, if it were to be really cringe, they’d throw Church into a love triangle or give them a musical number (I’d start crying, for many sad reasons)

I also feel for this story, and Viaje, the religious aspect (like the warning of cults and the negative commentary on evangelical christianity) would get destroyed, which would make me sad as they are both sort of a callout on toxic behaviors in religious spaces I’ve seen growing up. 

. LAKE SHORE DRIVE : There’s no way this could be a movie (or at least an interesting one). I’m thinking this might turn into something like Sing or Secret Life Of Pets? Jukebox musical, pop culture references, family friendly cartoon movie. It’s meant to be a “meh” story, but seeing it produced by a studio would make it extra mid (and thus me extra mad)

Also any romantic relationship for Nora, dear god, the implications. OR WORSE one of those carnivore vs herbivore stories (ugh I can’t take anymore bad racism allegories.) OR EVEN WORSE they have Nora look for her “human parents” (any storyline like that would make me gag, Sadia & Russell will always be her parents and are the only parents that should matter.)

A POSITIVE NOTE:

Thank you for the questions and I can’t wait to finish the profile codes for these stories’ characters so I can show off more lore!!! >:)

#love.txt #oc #ask

[klaeusd]

Would you ever post a tutorial on how you make your promos?

hi!! probably not tbh, simply because my methods are different each time. like i don't follow a certain routine or something every time; it changes a bit with each one i make, and i'm often winging it. however, i can certainly list the important bits that remain the same each time!

having a concept planned before i even start: this is probably the most important thing for me, and likely gets annoying for the people i make promos for kfdlsaj. i bug them to give me an idea to build around, like a certain quote or theme for their character. like for my elena's promo, i obviously built the promo around her being quoted as ' savior of the cursed and the damned ' only to become one of those herself. for november's promo for katherine, i asked her for a quote she liked and built it around that, along with the concept of the red string of fate she loves. having a concept to build upon is integral for me, otherwise i'm just staring at a blank canvas with no idea where to even start.

having a good psd: this can definitely apply to more than just promos, and can include anything where you're throwing images and textures together. having a pretty psd really helps to tie the whole thing together, and amplifies the result. it's happened more than once where i'm like ehhhh at the end of making something, only to smack a good psd on there and fall in love with it. i suck at making psds, so i tend to rely on others for that skdflaj some of my faves are calisources, supersources, ariapsds, jaynedits and fossaed.

textures!!! again, textures can make a huge difference and add much needed flavor to any edits. my photoshop folder is 4 figures deep of textures and i'm constantly finding more, as you can even build concepts just around a nice texture. you can find countless texture packs on deviantart, and unsplash has tons of free textures that are allowed to be freely used, even in paid commissions.

ㅤㅤthat's all i can think of atm, but i hope this helps even a lil 🤍

#answered ooc.

[sio-writes]

Word Game!

I was tagged by @menagerie-of-monsters and my words were: steam, night, gray, and smart

I tag @vaya-writes, @kamaria-sweet-writes, and @kinomiakai with the words string, color, bath, and fright :>

This got a little lengthy, so I’m throwing it under a cut!

Steam: I dug into my early drafts of Botanist’s Guide and found this Kri perspective hiding in the back. Context: Cassie is very drunk and threw up earlier in the scene, so she’s in the shower while Kri babysits.

Night - This is an old oneshot I lost the passion for halfway through, so it’s been collecting dust in my WIP folder, lol

“Some day, huh?” Her nervous laugh echoes off the tile.

Please, stars above, strike me down so I don’t have to endure this torture.

“I suppose,” I say, teeth clamping down on my lower lip. My whole body is on fire. With Cassie speaking to me, every inappropriate image I had banished a moment ago returns in full force.

“I’d really appreciate you not, uh, telling anyone about this,” she says, and I hear her open a bottle. The bathroom is flooded with the scent of artificial lavender, and I am heavily debating ripping off my legs so they do not betray me by walking right into that smell.

“Why,” I try to sound conversational and wind up sounding angry. “Would I ever do that?”

She pauses. “I dunno, to embarrass me?”

I am doing just fine embarrassing myself right now, thank you.

“I do not need to do that,” is all I can manage.

Either in blessing or curse, Cassie does not respond. She opens another bottle, and a third after that, overwhelming my scent receptors. It's all lavender. I am reminded of the scent of her hair, the notes of soap on her skin, this must be the source.

Slowly, quietly, I take a deep inhale, wanting to sink into the scent, but the soap mingles with the steam and my brain unhelpfully provides me with the image of Cassie drenched head to toe. She's lathering her body with soap and I am behind her, pressing my face into her soaked brown curls and taking another long, slow inhale.

This is not helping. You are doing the opposite of helping, Khri'asxu.

Think, you lovesick idiot, so you can prepare for what’s next. She’s going to shut off the water, and humans dry themselves with terrycloth that she hung on that rod by the shower. I can keep my eyes closed for that as well, and I can take deeper breaths once the scent of her soap is gone. She will likely change into the clothes she set out earlier, and then—

The water shuts off.

“Kri?” Her voice sounds small and unsure, and I want to hold her.

I can only make out a small note of question. “Hm?”

“I’m sorry for all this, you deserve better.”

I frown. Always out of left field, with her. “I’m unsure what you mean.”

“A better friend, a better coworker, one who doesn’t throw up on you.”

My dearest cousin,

I write you this letter wishing you well, but also in haste and desperation. Over the past few weeks it has come to my attention that an otherworldly presence has made its home in, well, my home. The doors have been slamming in their frames, glassware rattles and falls from the cabinets, ghostly laughter echoes down the halls, and there is a horrid draft persistent throughout the whole manor. At first I believed the spirit to be my late husband, Edgar, but recent events have shifted my position.

I have narrowly escaped multiple instances of bodily injury of broken windows and falling portraits, each case more severe than the last, by quick wit and excellent timing. But I know my luck will run out eventually. I fear this presence, whatever it is, wishes me dead or at the very least out of its way. 

I'd hoped that given your…proclivities towards the macabre and demonic, that you may exorcize this demon back to the bowels of Hell. I've set up all the necessary precautions, crucifixes and sage and the like. I've also sent all but the essential waitstaff away for the month, and provided you with an allowance so you may purchase whatever materials you require.

You cannot begin to imagine my thanks for undertaking this project. I will sleep much better at night knowing the manor rests in your care.

Your cousin,

    Maude

The carriage drops you off in front of Becker Estate, a gorgeous two-story mansion at the top of a hill. The manor is red brick and timber, surrounded on all sides by thick, lush forest, the only estate for miles around. Your cousin has been Lady of the House for little more than a year, marrying into the Becker family at the age of twenty-four. She's a flighty sort of woman, prone to fainting spells and nervous fits, so you nearly wrote off her letter entirely, attributing it to grief and her anxieties over living alone in such a large estate. 

But something felt off. Maude was prone to hysteria, but she wouldn't write to you if she felt these occurrences were a simple trick of the mind. She wouldn't give you a month's allowance to do whatever you wished if this were a simple hindrance. So you decided it worth your time to at least visit the estate.

Gray - This is a touch of writing I did for my DND character. In the campaign she picked of a Belt of Dwarvenkind that acts as armor, but also gives the wearer a full beard. The beard makes her think of her late husband, who died when they were relatively young.

"I imagine you'd get quite the kick out of this. Probably even steal the belt from me so you wouldn't have to comb out your beard every morning."

Phyra opens her eyes and looks up at her reflection again. She's still not used to the gray hair, the new wrinkles. Smile lines and crow's feet, forehead lines and sagging skin. It all happened so fast, she hadn't been thinking. She wouldn't take it back, not in a thousand years, but she wished the spell had taken something else of hers. Running a hand over her wizened face, she bites back tears. "We were supposed to do this together."

Smart - I had to dig for a good quote that I hadn’t published already. This bit of Naruto fic has been sitting in my drive for years:

“Didn’t you cheat off me in Iruka’s class for that spelling test and we failed?”

“You failed,” Gaara corrected, lifting his chin. “You just dragged me down with you. It was a learning experience for both of us. I learned I need to pick someone smarter to cheat off of. You learned not to be a dumbass.”

#my writing #tag game #monster writing #monster romance #terato #exo writing #fan.fic #not much of it though #like two sentences #i miss my gaalee days when it was just me and my docs

[chryzure-archive]

🥺🤡😈✨💋⛔👀🎉🤯 For those fanfic asks!! <3

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

the inherent tenderness of cleaning the blood off another… of caring for them after they’ve gone on a murder spree… of tending to their wounds…. OH, also comforting someone after they’ve been possessed. THE POWER OF LOVE OVERCOMING CURSES AND SPELLS ALSO, BUT IT’S EXTREMELY DRAINING AND IT ENDS WITH BOTH CHARACTERS CLINGING TO EACH OTHER FOR DEAR LIFE, TAKING SOLACE IN EACH OTHER!!!

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

she would shoot jacks for her own entertainment btw

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

oh, for sure. pretty much any sort of angsty foreshadowing is playfully mean, but the most recent example is probably the way i kept hinting at azure never drinking / eating in the october fic. initially it seems it’s out of his stress for chrysi, but obviously that’s not the whole truth…

also, whenever chrysi ignores jacks’s advances before she realizes he has feelings for her… it’s so mean! it hurts him! it’s very fun to watch everyone yell at her for not acknowledging his feelings :)

basically, everything is playfully mean when you enjoy writing painful scenarios 🖤

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

hmm, my writing is the exact kind of heartbreaking that i adore, mixed with a wry sense of humor 😌

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

i personally love writing first kiss fics w chrysi in particular, since she will have a first kiss with someone and then take about six more months to admit her feelings for them. she’s so fascinating in that regard.

chrysijacks first kiss fics are esp hilarious since it’s like. jacks going “oh my god… i’ve found my one true love…” and chrysi’s like “alright so back to business, since i felt absolutely nothing when we kissed 🖤” guys…

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

it’s not that i’ve scrapped them, it’s jst more of the fact that i don’t know if i’ll ever have the time to write all of them, buuut i think most notably would be my ella enchanted chrysijacks au… i’ll probably jst post the scene where she almost stabs him and leave it at that. all the other snippets i’ve written will go in my unfinished folder 🤧

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

obviously i’ve said this before, but i’m working on the jacks origin story fic as of right now. it’s about jacks and his friendship with chrysi and the way it all devolves as she hides her disease from him + as she falls in love with azure. i also explore the deal he made with the fallen star after azure and chrysi both die and how that correlates with his fear of being unimportant and his fear of dying.

basically, i’m character-studying jacks and writing yet another angst soulmates story with chryzure.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

if it makes me want to wail into my pillow as i write it (affectionate), and if it gives me a clear mental image of the scenes playing out, AND IF I ACTUALLY FINISH IT… it is a success 🖤

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

hmm… i think action might be the hardest for me to write? i’m a very visual writer (everything is like a movie in my head), and it’s hard to get camera angles / shot-editing / a visual medium to explain disorientation across in a written medium instead.

in the same vein, i find adventure to be a bit difficult too… i can’t explain it, but action-adventure has never been my niche. i like a slower pace in my writing. lots of character moments rather than scenario moments!

#.asks #m.filly✨ #jacks is a character i like to put under a microscope at all times #tbh i feel like i understand his driving motivations and fears the best 🖤 i’m jst right abt everything wrt him….

[sullustangin]

(And now for something completely different)/Fic:  Stolen

A/N:  Ok, this is one from the crypt.  This is something that is done... part of a larger whole that will never be done.  This was written during the World of Warcraft Legion expansion over five years ago now.  The trajectory is definitely AU now.  I found this in my wip folder awhile ago and have waffled about doing anything with it.  This would have been written just after the successful Nighthold Raid.  Spoilers for that, five years later, I suppose, prior to the events that lead to Void Elves and stuff.

I noticed that this harps on similar themes as the thing I plan on posting tomorrow.  Totally different fandoms, but still -- paths unwalked.  5 years ago, I got a permanent gig and got ‘grounded’ -- no more jetset.  More recently, I’ve made decisions (kiddo, housing, career, etc) that really closes doors, but opens others.  So I guess this is the week of “Variations on a Theme:  Wondering About Alternative Universes.” 

POV Khadgar, thinking of things stolen

~~

Khadgar had thought Turalyon weak when he fell for Alleria.

Here they were, on a mission, and yet there they were, enamored, distracted, and embroiled in their own world.  When he personally had brought the world crashing down on them all, he realized the sorrowful virtue of it.  

Looking back, Khadgar wondered whether his feelings were prompted by jealousy.  He was the odd-man-out, after all.  Despite a young man’s heart and mind, he’d been cast into the role of the elder.  He never had a chance with her, not even in the consideration that she was far older than anyone else on their mission.  

The Archmage idly sat in some noble’s back garden in Suramar, the water gently lapping at the sides of its well-constructed, calculated-to-be-aesthetically-pleasing stone pool.  The wind – no longer artificial! – stirred the trees, the tips of the iridescent branches drifting in and out of the water.  All this the Archmage heard, his eyes closed to the world as he attempted to meditate and regenerate his magic supply.  

He was exhausted, and the stillness only accelerated his mental acrobatics as to what to do next. Illidan, incarnate.  Guldan, dead in all worlds.  Sargeras, from all worlds coming and going --- even the one that Turalyon may have made his last stand on.  

 An old tattered image of her cradling him – not a true memory, a composition of several scattered fragments.  Khadgar winced as he shifted his weight to fully lean on a deceptively strong tree. 

Somewhere, a throaty laugh rattled through the city and rebounded down the walls.  It was so silent in the city, after the battle, that every noise echoed clearly.  Khadgar knew that voice.  

 It greatly bemused him when his head had been turned by Tyrande Windrunner.  She had burst through the Dark Portal and arrived urgently in Shattrath upon hearing news of her brother-in-law.  A child of the stars, a priestess of the moon, she had completely undermined Khadgar’s cool and confident exterior.  These things he had worked on for 20 years in near isolation – gone. Her intensity, her concern – her guilt over what had happened to her husband’s brother.    Like everything she did, she was decisive, unwavering, forceful yet utterly placid in the same moment.  Frankly, it was embarrassing how lonely he was.  

And yet, he found himself watching her as one would an exotic, rare bird, determined to preserve but not interfere. He didn’t even follow his first impulse to make himself presentable – that would come in his own time, when he was ready to shed Outland and the last vestige of the curse.  Khadgar had cured himself, but his old robes, his beard, everything he had been: it was armor against the world, but also something that managed to keep his anxieties and internal churning contained.

When Malfurion returned to Tyrande, Khadgar felt no jealousy.  But there was something there that tugged him downward as he watched the two of them serve their gods.  She was a priestess, dedicated to her temples and her Light.  He was a druid, dedicated to Cenarius and the forces of nature. They were far more devoted to their masters than to each other ---

 And they worked perfectly together. Love never trumped devotion but – it was a conundrum, that relationship, and it made his head spin.  Khadgar could not think of a better love story, but he could not reconcile it to any motif.  Love conquered all in those legends, but Tyrande was never one to be conquered or taken away from her duties, nor was Malfurion ever cowed by his wife into abandoning his dreamer’s world.  There was an old human phrase about a servant with two masters, but he could not recall it, nor did it appear to work in this case. The exception that tested the rule, and had done so for more than 10,000 years.  

 It wasn’t until Cordana Felsong that Khadgar concluded he clearly had a thing for elves and for things that would inevitably end terribly, badly, for all parties.  He smirked.  There was the rub, the newest ache and pain.

 After such close contact – not intimate but constant – for months on end in Draenor, the betrayal upended him.  He had shut out all champions, the rest of the Council, even Varian Wrynn.  There was a deep, gaping hole in his inner serenity, his defenses against hopeless and despair.

 Because in all honesty, there was no world that had not fallen to the Legion.  There were other Khadgars.  There were other First Arcanists.  There were millions of champions, entering pockets of disparate universes to arm themselves.  There were thousands of Cordana Felsongs, by name or by disposition, that gave in to hopelessness.  Khadgar wondered if he had frayed her last nerve, shaking her, by being as reckless as he was.

 It wasn’t until she left that he realized how difficult he had made her job of protecting him.  Khadgar’s shock emanated from the realization that his unwillingness to be protected and complete undermining of her ability to protect him made her question her own abilities, her own capacity to resist the Legion.

 Somewhere in his academic mind, Khadgar knew that the Legion would have stopped at nothing to corrupt her to get to him.  But another part of his mind was wracked by all the things he thought he should have said or done or ---- anything.  If he could have saved her.  

 When he had heard of her death, at the hand of his champions, the urge to get away from the Guardian’s Tower was insurmountable.  In a puff of stardust and feathers, his raven form escaped.  Fly, far away.  Flap wings, and soar so quickly that his thoughts could not catch up with him.  If he stopped for a second, it would consume him.  All the things he should be feeling, but could not afford to feel for this pawn of the Legion.  

 It was not love.  But whatever it was, Khadgar could not stomach it and fled from all things.  At last, as he thought his tiny bird heart would burst from his chest, he permitted his wings to cease their motion, tucking them close to his body and he rolled a feathered shoulder toward the green earth.  

 He’d landed at the border of Val-Sharah, his human form emerging just in time to cast a slowing spell and guide him to earth.  As if nothing had happened, he marched to the edge of Suramar city to meet with the elven leaders.

 That meeting had led him to where was today – in some noble’s back garden, exhausted from the final battle against Guldan. His magic had finally fizzled.  He’d allowed himself to be helped down from the Nightspire the normal way – stairs, not a portal.  He didn’t trust himself not to zap himself accidentally to Netherstorm or some far-flung, very inconvenient location.  

 Fordragon had been wrong, in the final speech the Stormwind scribes had recorded.  There was no way a Guldan or a Lich King or any other corrupted creature could pay for the lives they’d stolen. Death was the escape hatch.  Any punishment, even a willingly self-imposed penance, could not resurrect the dead, could not instill the security of a beloved parent, could not possibly compensate for the inner well-being that had been ripped away.

 Had Khadgar stolen lives?  Had he permitted others to be stolen out from under his watch, if only for his own convenience?  Garona’s screams ricocheted through his mind, then the Warden’s voice. Had that done it?  

 Then another voice.  “Make haste for Suramar.  You may be our last hope.”  

 That had done it for him.  That invocation.  It wasn’t a courtesy request to assuage a delicate male ego, nor did it come from someone who was constantly imperiled.  And it was the voice.  The withered appearance of the owner stirred pity, but the voice was another thing entirely. She had never wavered, even as her health took twists and turns during this adventure.   And when she was restored --

 In all frankness, Khadgar probably could have left the Suramar matter to the elves and his champions.  It was their blood business and bad life choices, not his.  And yet, there he had been, to the bitter end.  Was he trying to impress her?  Honestly, now?    At his age?  At her age?  

Khadgar wondered at times whether he could convince Jaina to calculate how many years had been stolen from him, and how long he had left.  A morbid task. 

And it was bitter – no matter how many times Guldan fell or could fall, in other universes, nothing came back. Not a single sacrifice in Tanaan, not Maraad, not Varian, not Cordana came back.  And Guldan was naught but the puppet, whether he realized it or not. They would all still have to fight Sargeras and a potentially infinite Legion, and Khadgar’s time may well run out before the task was complete.  He kicked hornets’ nests that would kill any normal man and did. 

Khadgar knew he wasn’t normal. Had not been since the curse.  Would never be after he received Atiesh, whether or not he ever accepted the titles affiliated with its possession.  Could never be…

His armor was as much to keep people out was it was to keep all of him in.  He never experienced his prime, bounding between child and old man.  He had learned from his master’s mistakes, not from a master.  Khadgar knew there were things he could never ….  

 He did not want someone to miss him as desperately as he missed his old friends.  He never wanted someone to miss him as much as ….. the lucky ones did.  He saw Vereesa, Varian, even Moira cast wistful glances at pictures carefully concealed, children that grew to resemble their missing parent every second of every day.  

 No.  He couldn’t put someone through it.  And most truthfully, he did not want to go through it; the odds were fair that one half of a union would prematurely decease the other.  Yet, here he was, missing the dead, thinking of missed connections, and contemplating a missed life.  

Maybe Fordragon was right.  Lives were stolen – the more correct and true path of life had been stolen, not just by death.  Life went on.  Stubbornly. But how different would his fate have been if Guldan had not opened the Dark Portal, if Medivh hadn’t fallen prey to the Legion.  These adventurers – they had thrown their lot in with him, because their “normal” lives had been stolen, just like his own.  

Khadgar opened his eyes, a dim blue glow emanating.  He’d never considered himself one of the fallen.  Nor had he ever considered those living to be among that unfortunate retinue. But, even as the curse deteriorated through the years, he had missed many lovely intangibles, beautiful things unsaid, and happy visions of what could be.  

 Now Khadgar was considering it. But he soon realized, as he dug his hand into the ground to push himself up to his feet, that such revelations were circuitous and irrelevant.  He had no outlet to unburden himself, and doing so would not change his mission.  Medivh may have stolen his youth, the Dark Portal -- his home world, his coping mechanisms – closeness to others.  But when Khadgar freely gave his remaining years to save Azeroth, his life was no longer something to be stolen from him. 

#world of warcraft #world of warcraft fan fiction #khadgar #legion #the nighthold #wondering about other universes

[hematomes]

was going through my folders to find the bestie some of the cursed images i have and i found this andit reminded me of the whole thing with u and luna

as much as i do not like them, sure hope the lil dude found he coins to pay rent to them lol

THAT'S WHAT I WAS REFERRING TO W LEON WEHEHE

im slightly scared of spiders too but this put things into perspective. it's a littol roommate who also cleans ur home of actually shitty bugs!!

#— answered #— kinon

[diioonysus]

greek mythology | cursed images vi

#i have a whole folder with cursed images] #greek mythology #cursed images #memes #ariadne #theseus #leto #hera #ares #athena #zeus #tithonus #eos #adonis #phaethon #alcyone #ceyx #chiron #herakles #prometheus #trojan war #myedit #graphics

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! characters + weird things that are in their backpacks (university!au)

helloo!! more hc’s for funsies because you can tell a bit about a person from the contents of their backpack

Hinata -  a framed picture of the Little Giant. the picture was actually from Google Images and he printed it out when he was six

Kageyama - an entire volleyball, also if you look inside one of the pockets there’s a cursed amulet that Oikawa bought from an antique shop and slipped in

Tsukishima - fairly normal backpack aside from those dinosaur-shaped, 'Grows in Water' foam capsules that he bought at a dollar store

Yamaguchi - a great number of overdue library books. he just keeps adding them into his bag and wondering why his back hurts every day

Ennoshita - a whole book full of Sudoku puzzles. the scary part is that 3/4 of it has been filled out. in INK

Tanaka - TotalGirl magazines. he likes to use them for advice when it comes to dating girls and to know whether Joe Jonas would think he was cool

Nishinoya - a whole jar of mayonnaise which he uses for everything: seasoning his food, giving to his friends when they don’t have energy (its mostly Tanaka who gets in with the mayonnaise), adding to his hair, lube haha jk,,,unless??

Daichi - five travel-sized toothbrushes, five travel-sized toothpastes, and five travel-sized face towels

Asahi - VSCO Girl stuff !! scrunchies, an over-sized shirt, a Hydroflaskskskksks, that mario badescu spray stuff. he wasn’t aware of the trend he just happens to like it 

Sugawara - a lock-picking set, a bag of salt, pieces of paper with strange writing on them, a face towel, a cursed, glowing amulet that he picked up in IKEA

Oikawa - nothing. he carries backpacks for show and puts nothing in them (except for maybe styrofoam packing peanuts) 

Iwaizumi - nothing except for a neck pillow (man has priorities)

Matsukawa - the ‘Party Rock’ album by LMFAO

Hanamaki - the ‘Sorry for Party Rocking’ album by LMFAO

Ushijima - a book of ‘Top 100 Jokes for Casual Conversations’ (given by Tendou)

Tendou - his backpack is basically a Lost and Found box. there's hairbands, someone's extra shirt, a phone case, a pair of glasses, a bottle of nail polish. he's basically a magpie

Shirabu - a water bottle shaped like a pineapple that’s filled to the brim with vodka. also one of those triangle rulers that he uses to cut his hair

Semi - a ziploc bag full of guitar picks because he always loses them. he also likes to keep all of his old guitar strings and braids them all together

Goshiki - a small container of slime, like the glittery transparent kind. also some leg weights that he puts on in the bathroom (Rock Lee taught him well)

Kuroo - the occasional stray cat or kitten that he'll feed and pet in secret during lectures. a giant tub of hair gel and the reused plastic tub of hair gel but filled with catnip 

Kenma - an actual map of the campus which he uses to track poke stops and a laser pointer to mess with the cats that kuroo brings to class

Yaku - you know those toys that are like extended robotic claws that some store employees use to reach stuff? yeah, that

Lev - a whole bunch of brochures, flyers, and product samples. he's too nice to say no to the people who hand them out 🥺🥺

Futakuchi - a sheet of paper that has 'i can do whatever i want' printed on it. he doesn’t have a driver’s license. 

Terushima - a set of needles, spare earrings, and a lighter. he basically runs a piercing salon in the back of the class

Bokuto - surprisingly, he has an actual plastic folder inside his backpack. except, when you open it there are gummy worms inside

Akaashi - a clear binder full of coupons, arranged by which shops they came from and expiry dates

Atsumu - a TWICE lightstick you can't convince me that he isn't a fan also a photocard of Momo somewhere in his wallet

Osamu - a shit ton of kitchen gadgets like the triangle mold for onigiri, a banana slicer in the shape of a banana, pot holders that look like crocodiles

Kita - a whole bunch of paper charms that his grandma gave him (apparently its bad luck to throw them away), also lots of healthy snacks that he likes to give to his friends and classmates

Suna - a nerf gun

Sakusa - other than an absurd amount of cleaning products, he has a 25m long scarf that he stress-knits

taglist (open to anyone who wants in):  @montys-chaos​ @miyumtwins​ @strawberriimilkshake​ @pocubo​ @sugawara-sweetheart@akaashisbabydoll @laure-chan@therainroguefanfiction@atetiffdoesart@stephdaninja@oikaw-ugh @charliefredb @dramaqueenweeb1469 @tremblinghearts

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! headcanons #hc's for funsies #i witnessed a person bring an entire cat to an orientation #and it was awesome #hinata #hinata shouyo #kageyama #kageyama tobio #yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #ennoshita chikara #ennoshita #tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka #nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #daichi #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #sugawara #asahi #oikawa #iwaizumi #matsukawa #hanamaki #ushijima

[badapricot]

Lovely Writer: Special 1

This is a rough translation of the first Lovely Writer special. There are 8 in total and other side stories that the author compiled. I’ll try to post 1 a week since they do vary in length, and some are a lot lengthier than this one.

This special is from Nubsib’s POV and it’s about Nubsib remembering his feelings for Gene after seeing him on Facebook, and becoming fixated. Nubsib is 15 at the time and Gene is 20.

At that time, I was in the ninth grade.

Since middle school, my parents had sent me to study abroad with my brother. Because of the wealth of my family, this was never an inconvenience. But living alone in a place that wasn’t your home country required a lot of adjustment, mainly doing everything on your own. You had to learn things that you’ve never seen and known. 

This was one of the methods of teaching the sons of the Thanakitpaisan family.

It was their luck to have a son who was mature since childhood. It didn't take long for me to get used to the culture there, where I went to parties, attended sports clubs, worked a part-time job, and even had typical American teen sex. Being Asian did give me some advantages, when it came to distinguishing myself from the others.

I could only smile when talking to the many blonde women who bragged about our experiences in bed, amongst their group of friends. After some time, I felt differently about it.

"Sib.”

"Yes?" I leaned back on the sofa, and raised my head from his screen when I heard my name.

Neung came downstairs. He was wearing a thick gray cardigan with a scarf. "I’m going to go meet a friend. You're not going anywhere today, right? "

"Hmm."

"Okay, I might be coming back late. Please get my package when it arrives. You’re not going out with your girlfriend, right?”

"We broke up.”

"Huh?” Neung frowned. "You dumped another one? Again? You know, you don’t have the face of a womanizer.”

"…"

Neung opened the door of the house. For a moment, the cool outside air blew in, until the hot air from the heater disappeared. I didn’t care much about either, and stayed looking at my phone screen.

I’m not a womanizer.

It’s just that every time I got together with a girlfriend, something felt wrong. I knew I wasn’t in love with the first girl. The others, I didn’t like particularly much. Sometimes the girls didn’t like me much either, and only wanted a partner themselves, so we’d eventually separate.

It was true, that I was only in the ninth grade. But sex here was too normalized. It had become so normal that I’d become bored. When sex became so commonplace, all excitement was lost.

Mom: (send picture)

Mom: I’ve sent you Thai ingredients that should be delivered soon. They’ll be waiting for you.

Mom: Today, I went to see Aunt Run, do you still remember the house next door? Today is the Aunt's birthday. All of her sons have come home.

Mom: I saw it and I missed you and Neung.

I looked at the message that popped up, from the other side of the world. It was dark here, but over there it was probably in the middle of the day. It was time for them to eat.

Mom: Do you remember Gene? Gene and Jap are all grown up.

Gene?

After reading my mother’s message, it was natural to think of the past. I missed it. During my childhood I would run and play with him everyday, and just the same, Gene would play with me almost every day.

I still remembered “P’Gene” clearly after all these years.

We were five years apart. But we somehow became closer than me and my own brother. Since I moved out of the house, we never saw each other again. We didn’t have any more contact with each other.

When my mother talked about that time, I felt nostalgic.

I moved my finger to type to ask for a picture from my mother. In the end, I sent a simple sticker. I sat on the sofa in the living room for awhile before retiring to my bedroom to shower.

In my warm bedroom,  so different from the night air outside, I picked up my phone again. I went to Facebook to catch up with everything back home. My finger kept scrolling through my news feed, my face blank. I started to feel sleepy, but before I could fall asleep I saw a status.

I wasn’t friends with the person who posted. But I was friends with his mother, who was tagged in the photo.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture.

This year, my mother has lost another year, haha.

In the picture was a group of six people. The background was a wide garden and a long table. Both of my parents, and Auntie Run and Uncle Teep were there. But the one that most caught the eye was the man in the lower right corner.

The other person grinned until his eyes were crescents. His hands were raised, flashing a peace sign. His hand held a cake tray with a delicious golden egg. The corner of the mouth was stained with white cream, like he was teasing someone. He was smiling, which made his cheeks round and full.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. For a second, there was a strange numbness in my fingertips and toes.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me who that was.

P’Gene.

He was still wearing a white uniform shirt. It had been many years since we’d met, if counted by age. Gene would have been in university for three years.

Usually, I was the kind of person who didn’t care about the people around me, or anyone else. But this time, I couldn't control my fingertips. I clicked onto Jap’s Facebook page.

Chasing him down, I found a status posted with the person I was looking for tagged.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture

My brother brought me to the movies. What kind of crazy alien movie is this? I might puke, but maybe you guys on Facebook will like it.

The post was from three days ago. One was a picture of a cinema ticket on the top floor of a department store in the heart of Bangkok and the other was of P’Gene in a T-shirt and jeans. He hugged a bucket of popcorn. His hand was holding a large glass of water, lifting it up to his lips and sucking. It was a funny candid photo that many of his friends on Facebook commented on to make fun of him.

...but for me, the only word that came to mind was “lovely”.

I didn’t know why I was doing this but I pressed “save that image”.

Jap Jarernpipat posted a picture

My stupid little brother, you make the whole house look bad.

They were in a garden in the corner of the house that felt familiar to me, but was a little fuzzy. They were in front of a flower bush that had been trimmed into a square. Gene was sitting down, with his butt on the ground. A blue hose fell next to him, the hose spraying in another direction. It made him wet all over soaking his shirt, the thin material clinging to his body.

Both of his arms were behind him, to support his body. Therefore, his shirt and body were stretched, so I could see two small nubs contrasted and poking through his white shirt.

My eyebrows furrowed together, and I frowned.

I cursed when my body immediately had a strong reaction, just from the one picture.

I pressed the comment section, when I saw the high number of comments.

Jiranon Jarernpipat: Jap stop posting pictures of other people.

(Reply) Jap Jarernpipat attached video clip.

I clicked play immediately.

"Ow, P’Jap!”

“Hahaha, why would you say you’ll help me water the plants? You can help if the grass is dead.”

“Can you turn off the water for me first? Why are you recording?”

P’Gene raised his white hand. He wiped the water from his face, and pushed himself off  the ground. His shirt clung to his body, so I could see everything. He had the voice of a man, but he was still so cute.

Finally, the clip ended.

There were still a lot of other videos that Jap posted pranking Gene, all of which stopped me from becoming bored. I saved all of them to my phone and computer. In the end, when more and more accumulated, I created a whole separate folder.

That night when I fell asleep, my brain was filled with pictures of the boy next door, who I hadn’t seen in years.

Another morning, days later, I woke up frowning, and I had to gently breathe out. I’d dreamt of P’Gene again. Since seeing that picture that night, there hadn’t been a day where I could go without seeing his face.

I knew Gene’s Facebook. But he didn’t update much, except to change his avatar or cover photo. But Jap’s Facebook page had tons of pictures of Gene. So I was still able to look at Gene’s pictures and progress in life everyday, like some kind of psychopath.

Even when I closed my eyes to sleep sometimes, I still saw his pictures.

I didn’t want to be this way, but I couldn’t control my subconscious.

I always saw Gene lying in my wide bed. He would smile at me, his cheeks soft and reddish. His hands would hold on to me, and his mouth would gently say, “Sib.”

It was a fantasy that any teenage boy would have. But it wasn’t a woman. Instead, it was the boy next door, who always loved and saw me as a brother.

I circled back to look at his pictures every day. In the end, the feeling accumulated like a huge mountain of snow.

I want to meet him in real life.

I want to hug him.

I want to smell him. 

I want to kiss his mouth. I want to do to him what I do in my dreams.

Since the day I saw his picture and until today, my thoughts and feelings had become more and more intense. So intense, that sometimes I was afraid of myself.

I’d already decided how I’d deal with this.

“Will you finish school here?” Neung had packed all his bags and was ready to go because he finished his studies. I leaned against the door frame, looking into his room.

“Actually, it’s nice here too, you know.”

"No, I'm going home."

“So you’ve changed your mind then?”

I nodded.

“Well, our house is nice and of course, our parents miss you too.”

"…"

"I'm not going to be here anymore, don't bring any women into the house...but you're not dating any girls lately. So it's fine."

I sent off my brother, who took a taxi straight to the airport to go back home to Thailand. Personally, I still had a year to complete my studies.

In the past, I had never thought or worried about how fast or slow time would pass. But now, I felt jealous of my brother.

Back at the house, I picked up the phone. I was still for a while. Maybe it was because Neung had returned to Thailand, but I felt like chasing pictures wasn’t enough anymore. My fingers moved before I could decide to send a message to someone.

Nubsib tanagijpaisarn: P'Jap.

Nubsib tanagijpaisarn: Do you remember me?

I wanted to talk to someone who could tell me everything about P’Gene. 

I wanted to learn everything about him.

#lovely writer #lovely writer the series #lovely writer spoilers #gene x nubsib #text