#i've been out of the loop for. hm. a long time

[lilacheavenn]

staddling jj while doing his makeup(out of boredom) and he starts getting hard🫢

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ i just want to do full glam on a man is that too much to ask for ?? ( mdni , smut under cut ) ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

cw: weed , handjob , jj cums fast like a slut , gn!reader , not proofread

it hadn't taken you so long to convince jj to let you do his makeup . the day was slow , and the chateau was empty other than the two of you .

so you'd been sat on the swing in john b's house with jj , back pack on the floor , and blunt in jj's hand . your legs were draped across jj's lap as he looked out at the sea .

" jay " your voice broke the silence .

" yea , sugar ? " jj said through a puff of smoke .

" i'm so bored " you whined , dragging your words out .

you sat up on jj's lap , one leg on each side of his , looking into his eyes .

" whaddya wanna do 'bout that , hm ? wanna go for a ride on my bike ? " he asked , knowing that wasn't what you'd wanted .

you shook your head no , just looking into his face and pouting for a bit . but then an idea came to you .

" jay.... " you started with a gentle smile .

" yea , baby , whatcha got ? " his red rimmed eyes met your with a grin .

" so bored....wish i could just do my makeup on someone..." you started " i've got my makeup bag in my backpack too...just not a model to work on ! " you dragged on , huffing lightly to push your point .

jj knew what you were hinting at , and his dazed state wouldn't allow him to reject your request .

" 'course you can , babe . grab your shit and come work on your muse " he teased .

you reach down to unzip your bag and get your pouch with cosmetics , excited to mess around with your products on jj . you'd prepped his skin and applied some skincare before diving in .

jj's blunt was gone at this point , his eyes only honed in on the contours of your face in the sunset light . but his mind was honed in on the way your hips wiggled each time you reached to grab a new product and massage it onto jj's face gently . his faded headspace made him even more warm and fuzzy , his body more attentive to your movements than usual .

" y'ur so sexy , sugar . goddamn , i'm so fuckin lucky . " jj smiled up at you while you blended some highlighter on his cheekbones .

" thank you , baby . i think you look real pretty too , especially with this fantastic job i'm doing " you giggled out , leaning over to give him a kiss .

but when you sat back down , you could feel jj's erection prodding at you .

" jj..." you started , teasingly .

" c'mon , what am i supposed to do ? you've been rubbing 'round on my dick for like fuckin' 20 minutes ! " jj said with faux seriousness .

you took his horniness as a joke , and continued with his makeup , grabbing some lip liner and gloss .

" be patient please, " you pouted " i'm almost done ! " .

jj could only huff as the pain in his pants only ached harder when you reached over to grab some bronzer , shuffling through your bag and wiggling your hips longer . you'd take your sweet time , rotating with purpose now that you could feel jj's cock . you sprayed your setting spray across his sunkissed face , and punctuated it with a kiss to the bridge of his nose .

you threw the product back into your bag haphazardly , looping both arms behind jj's neck , and smiling at him teasingly .

" sooo... " you trailed " thank you letting me practice on you " .

" oh 's nothin' really . guess i'm just that kinda guy , huh ? never even expect anything in return , even when you left me lookin pretty with a boner . " he joked , readjusting his lap to push his hard on further into you .

" poor thing , you might need some help with that , huh ? " you teased , gliding your fingers across his worn out shirt , down to the button of his cargo shorts .

you brought your other hand down , and they met at the top of his shorts , swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping them . you grabbed the waistband of his briefs , pulling them far down enough to expose his cock . you brought your hand down and slowly circled your index finger along his reddening tip .

" no teasing , please , babe " jj groaned .

you just giggled and tucked your bottom lip into your teeth . jj's hands found their place on your waist , squeezing . you took the encouragement and placed one hand wrapped around his base and the other right on top . you started twisting in opposite motions , knowing thats how jj always liked it .

" ah shit , yea , baby . yea , just like that , sugar " jj moaned out .

you leaned down placing a gentle kiss on his swollen tip that leaked beads of pre cum and let a drop of spit fall down his shaft . using your hands , you started twisting again , dragging your thumb along the thick vein under his cock .

" c'mon jay , i know your close . always start twitching . no shame , babe , you can cum " you giggled and taunted him .

" oh , fuck , yes ! " jj yelled out , spurting out ropes of his load and dragging his hands down your thighs .

you slowly stroked his cock with the cum , making a mess of your hands and his cock .

" wow , jay , didn't know you were such a two pump chump . "

#divider: s-hyia #drabble #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks smut #obx smut

[daydream-cement]

I've literally been craving a sub!Larisa x dom!reader for god knows how long now 😭

Maybe Larissa was making the reader jealous in a way?

Glutton for Punishment

Larissa Weems x Reader

She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew better. Larissa wasn't drunk. She was just trying to get a rise out of you. Tonight you had chosen to go to a bar in Burlington with your girlfriend, yet you had hardly spoken to her all night. She had been too busy approaching other patrons, having loud discussions, and standing far too close to them for your liking.

Larissa knew what was going to come of this. She enjoyed making you jealous like this and she enjoyed the punishment she recieved afterwards. You remained there in your chair watching her and seething, planning the way you would punish her for this.

Your final straw came when Larissa looked you from across the room, an innocent smile graced across her lips before she reached up and touched the woman's face who was standing next to her.

Pushing your chair back, you have decided that it is time for you both to leave. She watches you the entire way you talk to her, knowing full well that she was in for it.

You approach the conversation between Larissa and two strangers with a smile, looping your arm through Larissa's, "Awh, I hate to break this up, hon, but we have to be headed home."

"Really? So soon?" Larissa smiled down at you her other hand coming over to grip your arm that was looped through hers.

"I'm afraid so." This was a dance you both had done so many times before.

"Oh, well. It was great meeting you both." Larissa was just as happy to leave as you, knowing her punishment to come was going to be delicious.

You both walked in silence from the bar to the car. You wanted to make her squirm a bit, not cluing her in on what was in store.

You were so happy with your parking placement. It was on the edge of the parking lot with a forest on the other side, perfectly private. You pretended as though you were going to Larissa's side of the car to open her door so you could close it after she entered the vehicle. You were behind Larissa when you opened the car door and you stopped her with an arm around her waist.

"Do you like me when I'm jealous?" You sneared, Larissa bracing herself with one hand at the top of the car door and the other atop of the car.

"Yes." Larissa was honest, her face staring at the ground.

"Hm..." Your hands drift down her sides, pulling her skirt upwards. She shifts away from you a bit, but you hold her into place, "I thought you liked being touched in public places?"

Larissa bit her lip, she was terrified of getting caught, but her want for you was greater than her fears.

You continued pulling up her skirt until it was bunched around her hips. You waste no time in dipping a hand beneath the waistband of her panties, wanting to feel how wet she was. Her pusssy was soaked, "Is this for me? Or is this from those strangers?

"You, always you." She swallowed deeply, hoping you would keep your hand in her panties.

"Spread your legs."

Larissa followed your orders as you began playing with her clit. You could tell she was trying to control her breathing, but you knew how to get the best of her.

"Tell me how much you want it."

Larissa bit her lip as you kept going rubbing harder and faster. She gasped, knowing that she wasn't going to last much longer. Then you move your hand away allowing her to groan in frustration.

"You certainly are a glutton for punishment." You growl, not budging until she did what she was told.

"God, I want you so bad. Please make me cum... please..." You smirk, finally giving in. You begin rubbing her clit once again, stopping every few seconds to dip your fingers in her aching sex before pulling them out and repeating the process again. Your other hand moved from holding Larissa in place to lightly squeezing the much taller woman's neck.

She loved when you had her under your control like this. You spoke once again, hoping to set her over the edge with your words, "I'm going to fuck you senseless when we get home. It seems you need a little reminder of who this cunt belongs to."

From the years you two had been together, you knew Larissa inside and out, a professional in making her cum. Your words did, in fact, send her over the edge.

She wasn't prepared for the suddenness of this orgasm as she released a loud groan. Anyone on the nearest block probably heard her.

You help Larissa pull her skirt down and swat her on the ass, "Let's get you home, honey. I think you need a proper fucking."

#larissa weems smut #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #fanfic #oneshot #gwendoline christie

[sungbeam]

[𝟏𝟎:𝟓𝟕𝐏𝐌] — lee hyunjae x gn!reader

0.6k words, idol/pre-debut au, comfort, i think it's soft 😃, hj and reader are bffs (u can interpret it however u want tho)

a/n: requests now closed! also, i think the last time i purposely wrote something under 1k for tbz was ,,, a jacob thing?? wow that was so long ago 😭

"You're coming to the debut show, right?"

The question cracked the silence between you and Lee Hyunjae. There was a gentle breeze where the two of you sat on the stairs outside the mall doors, overlooking the Han River. Your breaths came out in visible puffs in front of your faces—the smoke of dragons, he liked to joke. The two of you were out here in the depth of autumn, bordering on winter. You were lucky it was too early for snow.

He scooted closer to you. "Yn?" He asked, voice quieter.

Your eyelids fluttered. "Hm? Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?" The two of you were classmates at South Korea's well-known Hanlim Arts High School, clinging to each other through years of schooling and training. But while Hyunjae was on the cusp of debuting into the glamorous world of the Korean music industry, you were about to embark on your own audition journey.

"I just wanted to make sure," he replied quietly. He tentatively looped his arm with yours, and when he tucked his head into your shoulder, you shifted slightly to accommodate him. Together, you could both generate a little more body heat. "Couldn't have done this without you."

Your heart palpitated in your chest. You patted his arm gently, turning your head downward to feel the fluff of his hair. "Not you being sentimental now, Jaehyun," you teased. "You could've totally done this, even without me. Give yourself some credit."

The two of you were quiet again. It was late, but this moment had been a rare sliver of time the two of you could be around each other. All of his preparations for debut soaked up his time, not to mention the jobs he was working, and your own occupations. You had dropped everything when he asked to meet you at your "spot" by the river.

Your eyes focused on a glowing orb of light on the opposite shore of the Han. "Are you scared?"

Hyunjae didn't reply for a moment. "What if we don't make it?"

There was a loud pang in your chest—you felt for him. Even though you were still undergoing your own audition process, you feared the unfathomable intimidation of failure. "You will make it," you assured him, cheek pressed against the top of his head. "I believe in you, like I always have. And your mom believes in you, and Jieun believes in you…"

"Thanks," he murmured. A small smile curled onto his face and he squeezed your arm a little.

"You're not gonna forget me, are you?" You laughed quietly. "After you become famous and successful?"

"Are you kidding?" You met his grin as he pulled his head out from your shoulder. His smile reached his eyes and turned them into beautiful, upturned crescents. Eyebags hung beneath them, but no one could weigh that happiness down. You memorized the curves and edges of this expression, even if you could already draw him with your eyes closed. "You're—you're my best friend, man. How could I forget you?"

You punched his shoulder. "I'm just making sure." You didn't want to confront your insecurity out loud, but he could see it in your eyes.

His smile softened, eyes melting like molten chocolate. He poked your cheek. "Hey… you feel like home to me. I'll always wanna come home, at the end of the day."

His words made your lip wobble and you knew he could see the lights across the river reflect in your eyes. "Don't cry; you're gonna make me cry," he chuckled, grabbing your shoulder and hauling you to him.

You buried yourself in the cold surface of his winter jacket. "I've never seen you cry."

"There's always a first for everything," he sang. He gave your back a little pat. His touch and embrace were fond; he'd always been so fond of you. "We're gonna be okay."

You found yourself nodding. "Yeah," you smiled, closing your eyes to bask in this moment. Who knew when the next time the two of you could hang out like this was? "We're gonna be okay."

a/n: okay, ik no one in this fandom cares to read the non-specifically-romantic plots, but i want a hyunjae bff hug 😭🤧

tbz m.list

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[muirmarie]

mcspirk month mYEAR planning post

idk if anyone likes these (these being planning posts), but here, it feels weird to have it tucked away in my notes when my BTHB and mcspirk bingo planning posts are on here, so. anywho. you know the drill: this is just me rambling, feel free to ignore!!

the bolded are those i still don't have a plan for <3 - as per my usual these are all tos unless otherwise noted

Day 1: Forced Proximity (“this isn’t a blessing,” mccoy hisses. “one day,” the king says, “you’ll see that is it.” - the one where spock and kirk cannot get more than an arm's length away from mccoy for 30 days w/o causing him debilitating pain)

Day 2: Touch-starved (spock and kirk cuddle mccoy out of touch starvation - this is like 75% done, I just need to finish it)

Day 3: Only One Bed (established mckirk to mcspirk. um. very nsfw. by far the most nsfw i’ve ever even considered writing lmao. currently sitting at almost 12k, probably will be around 15-17k all told. i don't even know how to describe this. kirk aggressively helping spock play gay chicken with mccoy until mccoy finally believes spock wants both of them, idk.)

Day 4: Hand Holding (maybe the one where spock & kirk slowly gaslight mccoy into holding hands with them - yes the tags are spones but i am very certain kirk would be very happy to gaslight mccoy into hand-holding as well)

Day 5: [hurt comfort or against a wall (no story planned)]

Day 6: Protective McCoy (no story planned)

Day 7: Hand Kink (the one where spock is cucked w/ hand sex lmao)

Day 8: Public Display of Affection (would you still love and/or employ me if i was a worm?)

Day 9: Spock is a Hopeless Romantic (the flirty spock one probably?)

Day 10: [Hands or a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 11: Fuck or Die (vulcan sex magic hanahaki, this is, like. I have elements of it, but it’s not nailed down yet quite how it works. it's a vulcan disease but naturally mccoy's the one who gets it.)

Day 12: Aliens Made them Do It (the plato’s stepchildren one - i've been poking at this one since. like. january lmao. it's maybe 30% done, but it's not gonna be super long, i'm just slow with it. it is. hm. not a fluffy story. the platonians decide that mccoy simply needs to learn to say yes to them. how helpful they have spock and kirk around to help underscore the point.)

Day 13: [time loop or sex in a three way body swap or a bonus (no story planned, BUT do I really wanna write another time loop fic and/or can I really handle writing another smut fic lmao. If I did do time loop tho it would be the one where Kirk refuses to leave the time loop until he can solve the no-win scenario, i just don’t know how that goes yet. The sex in a three way body swap would be the AOS mcspirkura one, probably. Or the tos spones to mcspirk one. idk idk.)]

Day 14: Tarsus IV (kirk: i always knew i’d die alone. this is....jim character study, i think? I do need to come up w/ a happy (or at least: not sad) ending for it tho. So I’m still Thinking about this one.)

Day 15: Fake Dating (the one where the royal is trying to marry mccoy in order to keep him, and spock and kirk independently decide to fake date him to save him. also sarek loves trashy romance books. background uhura/scotty.)

Day 16: Lost the Ability to Speak (bones and uhura signing in federation common sign language - yes that's vague but all i need is something to center around tbh)

Day 17: McCoy Hurt w/ Spock & Kirk Comfort (this is like 95% of what i write lmao but i don’t have a specific plot yet)

Day 18: [Jealous Bones OR Oral Fixation (no story planned but it it’s jealousy it’s not gonna be traditional jealousy, bc I’m generally not a fan of jealousy storylines (unless all parties are unaware that they’re jealous - those I find VERY funny)]

Day 19: [Kirk is Missing, Presumed Dead or a bonus - probably a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 20: Accidental Voyeurism (okay the one where mccoy wakes up and his arm is trapped underneath kirk’s head and spock’s holding that hand as he’s laying on top of kirk and making out with him. I will have to find a plot tho. a reason. a Reason. It’s not established spirk either)

Day 21: Bondage (heh established spirk discovering mccoy’s penchant for getting tied up and/or tying others up and then literally not able to shut up about their platonic friends private habits for like a solid three months. they only care platonically of course. you don’t need those other ppl to tie you up bones you’ve got us. this one’s about 10% started.)

Day 22: Mirrorverse (mirrorverse katra sharing, it’s a whole thing, this is out of my wheelhouse but i have some Ideas, but this one isn’t going to be anytime soon)

Day 23: [reunion or teasing or a bonus (no story planned) - *eta actually for teasing i could maybe do the one where spock conducts an "experiment" in a private lab where he has mccoy & kirk work on a project for him while he gets extremely handsy w/ them - he's doing a study ("study" - they're all aware this is just spock's ideal version of foreplay) about human arousal in a working environment, and they're supposed to not let him distract them*]

Day 24: Temporary Blindness (this is going to be such a long messy mccoy whump story tbh. orpheus and eurydice part two. before i can even really start it tho i have to decide on pov, because that….really affects things for this one. but i mostly know how the story goes. also not anytime soon tho, maybe not even this year)

Day 25: Praise Kink (i COULD go temporary awkward ability if i don’t want to write anything too sexy, but the planned version is, like, kirk blossoms like a bashful babe and spock is genuinely moved when it comes to praise, but mccoy turns bright red and wants them to stop? BUT they like so much the way he flushes and struggles to accept the praise that they ask him to be good for them because THEY like it, and so he’s absolutely mortified but still? allows it for them? and they of course like it because they want to make him accept it.)

Day 26: Expectations vs Reality (counseling fic! The one where spock and kirk are dating but still somehow drag mccoy to their relationship counseling.)

Day 27: Vacation Gone Awry (no story planned)

Day 28: Awkward Spock (checking for pulse over the liver instead of the wrist because he forgets where human hearts are when jim or leonard is hurt)

Day 29: Getting Interrupted (mcspirk sexy 3d chess - that’s right they’re interrupting mccoy’s WORK lmao)

Day 30: Desperate Measures (the enemy within one that’s 80% finished where kirk’s wolf and sheep sides both have to have sex w/ mccoy while spock melds with them both, all for very important science reasons - don’t worry about it.)

Day 31: Insecurity (no story planned)

Bonus 1: nightmares (look this is fucked, just trust me this is a very messy thing and it is very fucked and i have to make all my maths fit together before i write it or it will feel too flimsy and fall apart, but. kirk's trapped in a nightmare by a parasite that bleeds into the waking world (there are reasons for it) that cause physical damage to mccoy. spock melds w/ kirk to try to change the dream. this has unexpected side effects. - this one WILL be written for mcspirk month i just don't know what day i'm replacing yet.)

Bonus 2: pet names (i think i might be able to fit the kiss me/fuck me fic into this prompt but i’m not 100% sure yet - aka the one where mccoy & kirk use “kiss me” as a SFW swear for “fuck me” and “don’t make me kiss you” as a SFW swear for “fuck you” and annoy everyone around them w/ this silly in joke until one time mccoy says “kiss me” w/o thinking to spock, and spock’s just. hmm. don’t mind if i do. and kirk thinks it’s so funny he starts kissing mccoy all the time as WELL. very pre-them even realizing they want a relationship (except for spock, spock has Plans, thank you). this will be written at SOME point, it depends if i need another bonus/if it fits the prompt enough.)

Other bonuses i’d consider if i need them, but no stories planned: blindfolds, misuse of the bond, uhura helps them out.

Other vague stories i have that i could rotate until they might fit a prompt: pacific rim au, space forgetties, [number]+1 of mccoy getting kissed awake/the +1 getting kissed to shut him up, spock going through the wringer re: mccoy getting hurt (that was written spones but could easily by mcspirk), empath era katra au, post-empath spock won't stop touching mccoy, katra transfer requires a kiss, this isn’t even all of them, it genuinely is absurd how many tag spirals i’ve written like this lmaoooo /sigh 

#mine

[purgemarchlockdown]

Hm, seems like you didn't find who you were looking for.

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I've been (not) working on the next Es Quest update and also my 7 other responsibilities so of course I *looks at notes* drew the Es Quest-ed of Yuno and Fuuta made by @74n5n the Es Quest-ed Kazui and Shidou by @stuffedsand and OoA Amane by @oboetemasuka I- I thought about it.

Originally these were all supposed to be base loop iterations and but some drifted a bit.

I have THOUGHTS on everyone, I added too much symbolisms but I'm also rather tired so there going to Sound Silly:

I Like Miku so I was probably going to do him no matter what but like, well:

Which of your choices belong to you? Make sure to obey properly

I will do everything… I swear!

I'm unsure if he would pull the same somewhat patient mostly not manipulation Amane did but I DO think he would bite people and then get punished for biting people. I don't know how long it would take to train this behavior out of him, I have a hunch that it's Much Shorter than I would like. Oparant Conditioning Moment. He has a cloak to replace his blanket, it's much stiffer than it seems.

Ayame...uh:

My wish is to stay like this forever, I'm scared, I'll grant your wish

Very much God's Specialist Girl and she's totally completely utterly fine with this :)))))

Run away, run run, you're done once you trip and fall. Was it a mistake? What's a mistake? You don't want to be punished again. 

(...you can really tell Miku is my favorite)

Kazui: Very "Haha this must be a peculiar situation for you" I Think. He's so very normal about being here actually and has no complicated feelings, he's FINE ACTUALLY About usually being type casted as the monster that people need to kill to save the world, he's Sooo Normal about being tired and dying all the time like he's so very normal about it actually.

Shidou:

Shidou really wants to stop being vaguely Sick all the time please, he doesn't remember how feeling healthy felt like. Someone give him some paracetamol at this moment. He keeps the Hero at a distance cause he's scared it's Actually Infectious. Most Diseased Middle Aged Man. His Stethoscope is tied around and caught on the stake so every time he moves he's scared he'll break it and he can't break it he needs to help people even if he is sick-

In other words: He's really not dealing with this "Being a diseased kitten that needs to be killed to save the world" thing well.

Yuno and Fuuta have already been talked about when it comes to loop iterations and I don't really have much to add there, but I purposefully made Fuuta's leash Bigger so that when it's around the stake it's Really Clear that he could get out. Everyone in Es Quest suffers from Learned Helplessness because Time Loop Torture Dimension (And they Could Actually just move over and remove it from the stake, they have hands. The only exceptions would be the ones with chains and Kazui cause his isn't on a stake, but even for the chains their too big so really they would just have to lug it around, for Kazui he could straight up bite through them-) but I wanted to really ram it in for him.

Kyanako we have already talked At Length about OoA Es Quest Edition but I put her Sideways so that her blindside Would Not be facing the Hero. Also I like to think that early Loops she was a bit soaked. Just... :DDDDD

#es quest #cw child abuse #...i feel like I should be tagging more of es quest with that

[netherworldpost]

Would you ever make the "I have a lot of feelings about this book" card design into a sticker label? I'd love to buy a pack to put on my favorite books before I lend them out. Also, not me shopping in your store before I actually receive my first order ... BUT I LOVE YOUR STUFF!

Hey there! Firstly, thank you!

I'm extremely pleased and humbled by your enjoyment. I'm also a bit "hm hm! hm!!" because we are barely starting out along a very long plan to make wonder and create dazzle.

Book stickers get tricky. It has to be extremely clearly worded in teh description "this sticker is unlikely to come off and will likely cause damage if you remove it" and other such things.

So saying, there is a future phase of... stuff... (everything from stickers similar to what you mentioned to registry stuff to stories and rambles) called "Eldritch Librarian" that I've been tinkering with for some 7 or 8 years at least.

It started slowly with Evil Supply Co. but the company was so scattered that the notes just kinda went everywhere and I couldn't focus. Part of --

The Shift I Ought to Cleverly Name and Likely Won't Because It Amuses Me To Call It Something Different Every Time

-- has been to resolve that lack of focus.

With book modifications, things get inherently personal, very quickly (hence the looping this project with Eldritch Librarian). Some books are to gift, some are to lend, both need to be addressed in modification.

The Short Answer: Yes, on an unknown schedule, and part of a larger system.

As to your order!

Again I say thank you!

It's ready.

It's either in the mail or will be in the mail tomorrow (Monday, April 22).

If you haven't gotten an email tracking yet, that will come on Monday morning sometime, depending on where your order sat in the queue.

I was tinkering with the shipping system last night.

Tracking info generates immediately when your label is produced, as your order is packed, but prior to said tinkering, it would only email Day Of Going Out the Door.

Now it emails within a few minutes of the label being generated.

The advantage to this being those of us whom Are Frequently Awake in the Middle of the Night staring at the walls and wondering "hm has that shipped yet" and rather than waiting on servers to click over to what is deemed (for whatever reason) as The Time to Send, it just sends immediately.

I will also say thank you one last time.

When I say "I was overwhelmed with the initial response" I mean it both emotionally (most positive possible connotation) and physically (most positive possible connotation).

I'll always ship what is currently considered slow -- always a small pile of days, the target is 2 - 5 days, with an upper limit of 8 or 9 days.

The window being "do we have your particular item in stock, right now, or will it be added to the next production run."

I could (and have) ramble about it for many (many) hours, but the short answer comes down to:

We produce in very small batches (high inventory can increase profit but compromises ability to experiment)

In off-peak hours (this allows us to slash production cost, enabling us to sell cards very inexpensively)

Using non-billionaire-owned suppliers as often as possible, respecting their production lines and timeframes etc. This is not a rebuff or commentary of anyone's business practices. It is simply part of my "We are a tiny business, we should support small businesses when buying boxes, etc." sensibility.

We hit what I figured we'd sell in our first six months within about six days.

The good thing about logistics, though, is there are industries (purposefully plural) around every single problem that exists. And just raw practice. There was a point where I figured out how to fold boxes a certain way that cut the time to fold in half.

Okay this was a lot :)

So: Yes. But not very soon. Part of something bigger. And THANK YOU!

[hopefulvittori]

Reminiscence (I) - Birds of a feather

Carlo (Lies of P) x Past!OC/Reader

Hurt/Comfort

I really appreciate the notes I've got. As a beginner blogger/fanfic writer I didn't expect this many, but made my day nonetheless. So, thank you! :)

I've been listening to this track on loop for most of the writing (yes, I love pain haha). It gave me the perfect mood to write this story.

Although her mind is long forgotten, her soul remembers those days before the pandemic and the puppet frenzy. She was a lonely hatchling, trying to leave her unsafe nest behind. Suddenly, the one who tormented her, now reaching out for her with caring hands. Will she embrace this kind of warmth, leaving the ruined nest behind?

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Tap-tap, tap-tap.

The girl suddenly woke up to an abrupt knocking on her window. There were no trees before her house, yet she saw a pretty long branch touching the glass pane. When she thought her mind played tricks on her, she heard some voices coming from outside. She swept her messy hair out of face before getting up from her bed.

"L-let me go, Romeo! What if they're going to catch us?!" One of the boys said in a whiny tone. 

"No can do. We had a bargain." The other one replied in a deadpan voice. "It's too late to back down now anyways."

'Those two again...'She recognized those voices. Her stomach turned to water.

She carefully went to the window to take a peek behind the curtains. Romeo held back Carlo from leaving while holding a pretty long branch. It was a dumbfounding sight to say the least. While she felt neutral towards the tall blonde boy, Carlo has always been a thorn in her side. Although she was no orphan, she often visited the Charity House due to her boredom and loneliness. Yet every time she tried to take her mind off from her troubles, the mischievous boy always sabotaged her peaceful days at the House. What was he doing? Tried to prank her past midnight? Then again, if that was the case, he would've come all this way without his best friend. Romeo literally dragged him before her home.

As soon as Vittori opened the balcony's windows, the two boys froze in their places. Awkward silence surrounded them... until Romeo dropped the branch and pushed his friend onward.

"Good evening, milady. Or shall I say goodnight? I only made sure this young man arrived at his destination safely. I will leave him in your capable hands now." He bowed theatrically before her as he turned towards Carlo. "If you're trying to leave, I will kill you myself."

The younger boy looked bewildered, yet he didn't move an inch. He was sure that Romeo was fully serious this time. His glare held that awful bloodlust. That unpleasant quiet returned as the blond boy's footsteps faded away. The girl couldn't bear it anymore.

"...What do you want?" She asked venomously, staring him down.

"I..." Carlo started, his breath hitched. "I came to apologize."

For his mischievous reputation, he was quite the opposite now. He was scared... afraid even. Despite this, the girl raised her eyebrows in a skeptical way.

"You know, I can't quite hear you from here." She said smugly. Then she pointed to the ladder next to the balcony. "How about coming up and telling it to my face, hm?"

The teen boy sighed in frustration. He shook his head vehemently as he grabbed the ladder and started climbing. He moved quite fast and he didn't even get tired from the strain. As soon as he reached his destination, his nerviness returned. Vittori felt the same way, although her distrust made her a bit calmer.

"Well?"

"...I want to apologize." He said quietly.

"For what? Spilling ink into my tea? Stealing my books? Taunting me on every occasion?" She hissed as she closed the distance between themselves.

His breath hitched once again. She could swear she saw his hands shaking.

"Vittori, I... I didn't know about your circumstances. If I knew about them, I wouldn't have made those jokes about you or your family." He sighed, gaze downcasted. "I'm sorry."

"My circumstances wouldn't change anything, Carlo! You chose cruelty!" Vittoria yelled then she leaned closer to the boy. "Is that how you want to be a Stalker?"

Before he could rise up against her in anger, dogs' barking interrupted their argument. She sighed in frustration as she grabbed the boy by his arm.

"Drat, those stupid mutts again... Get inside before they're going to notice you!"

He obeyed without any question. After they got inside, the girl quickly closed the windows and lit up a few candles. Before she could beckon him to sit down, Carlo looked around her room. It was a small, but comfortable gallery room. Probably because of the warm colors and the bookshelves. Even her bed was surrounded by bookcases. He noticed a small basket next to her bed. He couldn't see any pets around though.

"Do you have...?"

Vittori shook her head.

"Why though?"

"My sis-in-law's dogs. I had to get rid of my cat because of them." She said with a quiet sigh. "I just gave her to Matron today... just as she got pregnant."

"What did your brother say?" Carlo asked with curiously raised eyebrows.

"Nothing. That I need to get rid of Pumpkin..."

She gazed down in a defeated manner. The boy clenched his fists in frustration.

"This is so unfair..."

"Life is unfair, Carlo."

"You should've said something. Anything."

"You don't know her OR my brother." She said with a scornful tone. "As soon as they've got married, I'm just another mouth to be fed."

She sat down at the edge of her bed. While she's been avoiding the boy's eyes for a while, she pointed at the chair at her desk. Carlo pulled the chair towards the bed and sat down before Vittori. They've been staying that way for a few minutes.

"How did you find it out?" She asked after a while. "I mean my..."

"I eavesdropped on you while you were talking with Miss Sophia. It was not my intention though." He gave her a small smile.

The girl chuckled a bit.

"Then I assume you told this fact to Romeo. And he dragged you all the way here to make your apology official. Because you were afraid to do it on your own."

He puffed his cheeks in a defiant manner.

"I wasn't afraid..."

"Romeo is a good friend." She said in silent reverie. "I wish I had good friends like him."

"You can." He said with a voice full of confidence. He leant closer and looked at her as welcoming as possible.

It surprised her. His sudden kindness scared her so much. It was more frightening than the screams of her sister-in-law. She heard it. Even now, even in her head. It caused her so much pain. She looked at him doubtfully, then shook her head in denial.

"I... I can't."

He tilted his head a bit, eyebrows knitted questionly.

"Why not?"

"Because I... To them, I'm just a stupid girl." She sighed in mild frustration.

"Is that what she said to you? Or do you truly think you're stupid?" Carlo's sharp tone held righteous anger.

She became suddenly silent. Vittoria looked at her hands in a self-degrading way. The boy saw that and grabbed her wrists more firmly than he wanted to. As soon as he heard her slightly hissing in pain, he immediately eased the pressure on her hands.

"If you're an air-headed fool, you wouldn't have this many books. You wouldn't read this much about those topics the alchemists keep spitting about."

Although she kept being silent, her azure eyes gazed into Carlo's brown ones.

"Vittori. An air-headed fool wouldn't write about the things you're wishing for. And it's not a sin to think that way either."

"You... read my novels?" She asked with a shaky breath.

"I did." Carlo nodded curtly. "Though I'm not a bookworm such as you, but I did."

For a moment, sudden but comfortable silence surrounded them. The boy smiled fondly before he continued.

"It's not a sin to wish for a better world. I think those hopes and ideals would make you a fine Stalker."

She felt a barrier breaching inside of her soul. Like a wall of fire shattering those doubts, cleansing those hurtful words from her mind. Like a mantra of some sorts, Vittori chanted these words in her head:

She wasn't a waste like that woman said so. She had valuable ideals. She can be a Stalker. 

As that realization hit her, teardrops fell from her eyes. One by one, the drops fell onto her laps. Her breath hitched as she quietly sobbed. Her hands became limp in the boy's hold. Carlo's eyebrows knitted in concern. He stood up from his chair to get closer to her. The boy started to wipe the girl's tears away with his sleeves. His gentleness was almost astonishing.

He didn't say anything. How could he? He just realized that their situation is quite similar. How their closest ones made them suffer the most. How both of them desired their affection. Their love. Oh how he hated this feeling...  

'Like birds of a feather, huh' He thought bitterly.

When Vittoria calmed down, she looked at him with a weak smile. She appreciated his kindness. She realized that beneath that smug, mischievous layer, there's a gentle soul. When she saw that he was about to say something, she interrupted him.

"It's alright... I'm alright."

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly.

"Yes. Thank you, Carlo."

He bowed his head as he stroked her tear-streaked cheek. The girl cherished his gentleness by leaning into his touch. They stayed that way for a long time. The silence of the night was comforting. It seemed neither of them wanted to let those moments go.

Sadly, the teen boy pulled away, his gaze shifted towards the windows. Although dawn didn't come any sooner, if someone noticed his absence at the Charity House, they would immediately notify his old man. It's not like he cared about his temper tantrums, but he would rather stay at the orphanage than his own room. 

"I need to go." He said quietly.

She hummed in agreement then reached for the balcony's windows.

"Will you be alright? I mean it IS past midnight."

"Hey, I'm going to be the best Stalker in all of Krat." He said with a smug grin. "How could I be the best if they're going to catch me?"

The girl only rolled her eyes as she opened the windows. A cold wind swept across the room. Both of them felt it immediately.

"Hurry up before you catch a cold." She said with a playfully impatient tone while poking him in the back. When she looked at him, he seemed like he was thinking. She poked him once again. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He said, shaking his head. "We're going to meet up after training. With Romeo I mean. Tomorrow. Care to join?"

Vittori slightly tilted her head in a questioning manner. She didn't say anything, just stared at the boy.

"You said you wished for a friend like him." He continued as he leapt out to the balcony. "You'll start with us... and I'll start with you. What do you say, Vittori?"

He reached his hand towards the girl. It was another kind gesture: an offer of friendship. It was a scary feeling, but in an exciting way. They wanted her as a companion. How could she refuse? 

She slowly accepted his handshake as a warm smile graced her lips.

"Just call me Tori."

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I can't believe that I wrote this in one sitting, but here we are. Once the concept came to me, I just couldn't stop until I was done. x)

Besides a few cutscenes and notes, Carlo's personality (besides the mischievous part) was left ambiguous. He seemed like a good hearted rebel to me who wanted to be THE ideal Stalker so no one has to suffer the way he did. He could easily empathize with the Falcon's situation because of his relationship with his shitty father. That's why his behavior changes abruptly. In other words: he's a tsundere/jerk with a heart gold xD

I'll probably make an OC sheet for Tori soonish. Not sure when though. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my story. I wish you guys a wonderful weekend! ^^

#lies of p #lies of p x oc #lies of p fanfic #lies of p carlo #lies of p carlo x reader #lies of p carlo x oc #lies of p romeo #lies of p x reader

[jazziesanura]

Silent Electric

Characters: Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Fumikage Tokoyami, Katsuki Bakugo, Hitoshi Shinso, {Y/N}

Pairing: Shinkami + GN Reader

Summary: Hyper Denki has moments of silence and unexpected prowess throughout the years.

Word Count: 8,228

Warnings: Fluff, mental angst, Katsuki is a meanie tsundere, he's nice though, promise, character comfort, poly couple, insomnia much?, pop culture, Spider-man?, Jojo reference??!, Prince

A/N: I've been listening to Prince a ton lately and a big BIG part of me was like, hm, Denki likes American things, he plays guitar, hm. He'd probably admire The High Priest of Funk and his amazing guitar solos. And one thing led to another and here we are.

There are only a few times when Denki Kaminari is silent.

After their concert in U.A, it was difficult for him to put his guitar down. It was his hyper-fixation for months and soon became his hobby before he realized it himself. Kyoka and Fumikage taught him the basics and exposed him to genres he'd never experienced. In turn, he constantly pestered them daily to show them his steady growth.

"Hey, hey Fumi-! You've got to check this out. Am I doing this right?" Denki would say, demonstrating a few notes on the strings with his tongue stuck out in scattered concentration. "These first few shifts around have got my fingers all jumbled, Kyo, but gosh it sounds so pretty. I've got it now though, see?" His cheeks would be rosy as he rambled and the moment his fingers began to fly along the strings, all of that would shut down.

His grin would turn into a lax smile as he would present to them a cover of Roundabout, by Yes. It was obvious he had practiced, but no one was ever perfect. From time to time, Denki's fingers would pluck the wrong note, but he'd continue on.

"All your hard work is really paying off”. Kyoka would say, pinching his cheek. "If you keep up like this, you'll surpass me."

"I'll say," Fumikage would chuckle, ruffling his feathers. "How long did it take you?"

Denki's mouth would open to answer, but Fumikage continued.

"Until you finished listening to it on loop," Fumikage would add with a knowing blink of his eyes.

"Most of the day actually. Oh, you think I'll have enough time to study for our exams? I completely forgot, dammiiit." Denki would throw his head back with a groan.

Katsuki would be the first to say, "You blabber too much, Dunceface. Use your only two brain cells and think for two goddamn minutes, tsk. Get your damn priorities straight."

He means well, honest. He's bad at conveying it. His finger often jabs between Denki's brows when he tends to make obvious mistakes that take only a few minutes to analyze.

“Look, meet me at my room in ten minutes.” Katsuki’s finger would emphasize the time with another poke to Denki’s forehead. “Ten minutes. So don't be fuckin' late. We’ll do a cram study session. If you’re gonna be a pro hero one of these days, you’ve got to keep your grades up.” He would turn his face away from the group. “I’m not letting any of ya fall behind.”

Denki’s mouth opened and closed, struck speechless. A grin plastered on his face as he practically tackles Katsuki to the ground.

“Ehehe, I knew I could count on you, Kacchan.”

“Ugh, would you quit callin’ me that for fuck’s sake.”

This is not to say that Denki is incapable of processing situations--he's smarter than he looks, graduating as one of the highest ranking in his class. As a pro hero, fans, villains, and his classmates especially have come to point out when Denki is in the zone.

“What?” A villain would jeer. “You’re too good to play around with me anymore, freak~?”

Denki would meet the villain’s words with silence, his eyes flick to each side of the street. No pedestrians, he could go all out now. A punch would fly to his cheek, knocking him down to the concrete. With the searing pain, Denki would wobble in an attempt to find his balance. In return, his hand would clamp down on the villain’s shoulder, tilting his head to the side with a lopsided grin.

In times like these no thunderclap sounded when Chargebolt strikes.

When the villain crashes to the ground jittering from the numbing pulse of electricity, he would pout and speak aloud to himself. “Aww, maan. I forgot to say the line like Miles Morales. This is the second time now. Had it all planned out and everything. Eheh, at least no one saw.”

That afternoon, Chargebolt’s shoulder touch take down was trending on the internet by his fanbase where they gushed proudly about their cute blonde hero and his sugary sweet, boyish grin.

“He’s so careful.”

“When I see his smile I know that I am safe.”

“Whoever marries him one day will be so freaking lucky ahfahgaahf”

“Chargebolt, the number five hero!”

“Teehee, he was trying to mimic the American hero.”

But then, that's only what the public sees.

Behind closed doors, Denki is in a poly relationship with Hitoshi Shinso and {Y/N}. He found it oh so difficult to not show them both off, but he understood that their privacy was the most important thing they had. Hitoshi would often return home from a long night’s patrol to find Denki wide awake, propped on his guitar, gazing down at his phone--the soft blue light illuminating his face as {Y/N}’s head laid on his thigh.

“What’re you both still doing up?” Hitoshi’s voice would collide with the sounds of the performance blasting through the speakers. {Y/N} turned to him with a sleepy chirp, too comfortable to move.

“Waiting for you, Tosh.” {Y/N} said as Hitoshi drew near to them both, gently cradling the top of their head, watching as he planted a kiss on Denki’s head. Hitoshi’s eyes would look Denki up and down as the young man made no response to his affection. He raises a brow and looks down at {Y/N} for an answer, at least they were communicating with him. “You don’t recognize the song?” They’d say with a soft giggle, pressing their cheek further against Hitoshi’s hand. “He’s watching Prince’s guitar solo again.”

Hitoshi’s eyes shift to look over Denki’s shoulder, slowly recognizing the video playing. He’d chuckle, shaking his head in amusement, echoing {Y/N}. “Again. That time of the month, hm.”

“You know he’s obsessed with His Royal Badness.” {Y/N} gently tickled Denki’s side with their fingertips, smiling at the sound of his giggle.

“{Y/N}, babee~” He’d whine between laughter. “I’m trying not to miss it, come, come, look!”

Both of his lovers would lean in close to Denki’s sides as he pointed down at his phone.

“See, see, there, right there! His guitar defies even gravity.” He’d sigh in pure awe as if he'd never seen it before .

“There’s got to be a string or something.” Hitoshi would squint, rewinding the video again. “That or someone caught it.”

“Oh, don’t kill the magic being so critical, Toshi.” Denki speaks with a teasing voice, nearly bridging seriousness. “He’s magic, his fingers are magic. If he didn’t want his guitar to fall back down to the ground, well--it didn’t. She's floating around somewhere maybe.” His nod would be firm, awfully sure of himself. Then he would disappear in front of them once again, lost in the strings of his own guitar. Hitoshi and {Y/N} spare each other a knowing glance before looking at their partner in silent adoration. He sat there in the middle of them both, comfortable without a word on his lips as he filled the silence trying to copy the legendary musician, Prince.

Minutes would turn into hours and Denki was still at it, groaning more and more as he could never get it exactly right. Hitoshi would gently clear his throat to remind him of their sleeping lover that was curled up at his side.

“I don’t get what I’m doin’ wrong, Beau.” His hands hold his face as his hair fans around his face, staring down at his phone. Denki sighs and props his chin on the base of his guitar, slumping over. “I wish I was talented like him…”

Hitoshi’s brows furrow tight. He sounded perfectly fine to him, each note sounded like it was wailing with the pain of someone who had been vastly hurt, and the years of practice had him on par in ways that he considered talented. Hitoshi sets aside his homemade mug that {Y/N} had made for him with a low hum.

“Have you ever made something of your own?”

Denki’s golden eyes flick upward and it was his turn to furrow his brows and his nose. When Hitoshi doesn’t further press on with his question it leaves Denki with the chance to analyze himself. He knew the reason why his fingers would fumble whenever he played music he knew by heart. He’d been battling with himself to branch off in ways that he knew would work just as well as the original piece and staying true to what was already considered perfect. Denki twirls his plectrum between his fingers, staring into the eyes of the late musician, Prince. It felt like he was staring right back at him.

“I-...” Denki bites down on his bottom lip, not having realized that he was quiet for ten minutes now, passing his fingers over the strings to keep his hands busy. Even still, Hitoshi’s eyes never drifted away from his boyfriend-gentle and patient. “I never--is it silly to say that I thought--no, no, that I think I’m not good enough to make anything of my own? It’s already wild to me that I’ve even gotten so high in the hero ranking. It’s--it’s gotta be impossible for me to be any good at anything else too.”

Hitoshi stands from the other side of the room and sits down beside Denki. His chin tilts down.

“Look at yourself.”

Denki squints his eyes, crinkling his face as he looks at his boyfriend like he was vastly crazy. Hitoshi chuckles and lays a kiss on his cheek.

“Listen to yourself.”

He drops his gaze to his instrument in his arms. His fingers moved on their own, he hadn’t even realized it. The tune floating into his ears was simple and something he didn’t recognize playing before. Just as he began to feel excitement welling in his chest, electricity sparked at his fingertips, scaring him out of his unconscious state.

“That-That was just--that was one time.” Denki sputtered, placing the guitar down quickly as if he’d been burned by it.

Hitoshi hums to himself and turns on his phone to the first app he had opened already. In it were videos of his boyfriend chatting to {Y/N} as they retold their entire day at work. At the beginning of the video {Y/N} shoulders were tense as their face was fiery with annoyed anger. By the end of the video their voice has become softer as their body relaxed like melted butter on the kitchen table. Denki blinks fast as Hitoshi slides to more and more videos of him absentmindedly playing original tunes. When Denki didn't speak, Hitoshi's baritone voice filled the silence, silencing the storm raging in the blond’s mind.

“You're more capable than you think, Kaminari.”

A/N Pt. 2: The songs mentioned, each extensively long like most good songs are in the good old days.

#denki kaminari #kyoka jiro #fumikage tokoyami #katsuki bakugou #hitoshi shinsou #[Y/N] #shinkami #x reader #bnha #mha #Youtube

[one-piece-aus]

Whumptober Day 16

Luffy x Reader

"HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!! IS ANYONE HERE?!!!!" Luffy called into the darkness, running around. "ZORO?! NAMI?! SANJI?! JINBE-"

"Oi! Cut it out," you told the loud boy.

"Hm?" Luffy turned to you. "Who are you?"

A simple question yet difficult to answer. You shifted your sitting position, tapping your chin. A few minutes of silence passed by as you hummed. Finally, you looked at the strawhat boy.

"I remember being called [N/n] once but I don't think that was my name," you answer him.

"Okay, where are we?" Luffy glanced around to emphasize he didn't know where he is.

"The void, limbo, eternal darkness," you shrug your shoulders. "Call it what you want, we're in the middle of nowhere."

"Huh, weird..." Luffy commented as adjusted his strawhat back. "Welp, it was nice meeting you but I gotta find the exit!"

"There is no-" You couldn't finish since he took off in a random direction. "...exit."

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"Took you a while to get back," you greeted the strawhat boy as he came from the opposite direction he ran off to.

"Huh? How did I get back here?" Luffy inquired, scratching his head.

"I'm not sure but I think this place loops back to where you start."

"No, that can't be right." He started running in another direction.

"I already tried!" You tell him but he was already out of sight. "He'll figure it out for himself eventually."

You leaned onto your back, closing your eyes. It felt a little strange getting company again, but you found the boy amusing to keep you entertained. The sound of footsteps passes by a few times, luring you to sleep.

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"Hey, [N/n]." 

You woke up to the ravenette male shaking your torso. Peaking an eye open, he got the message you were listening. Letting go of you, he plopped down facing you.

"Do you know where the exit is?"

You sat up, looking at the boy who stared blankly at you. Ruffling your hair, you sighed, "What's your name?"

"I'm Monkey D. Luffy, the man who will be the future king of the pirates!" For the situation he's in, this guy sure is enthusiastic.

"Well, Luffy, I tried telling you earlier but you were busy running around."

"Shishishi, my bad," Luffy chuckled. "So, where is the exit?"

"There is no exit."

"What?" The smile disappeared, replaced with disbelief.

"There. Is. No. Exit." You repeated to the pirate, slower this time so process the words easier.

"That's crap!" Luffy yelled at you. "There has to be an exit here somewhere!"

You shrug your shoulders and folded your arms. You leaned away from him in case he shouted in your ear again. "Well, in my time here I've never found an exit, don't know how long that's been," you mumble the last part.

"Maybe you didn't look hard enough!"

"You might be right, I mean, I did see a few people appear and disappear from time to time." You frown your brows, trying to recall when they came and how they left. Shuffling through the empty memories, you could only ever recall seeing them but never how they came or left. "I think the last one had an orange hat with two blue faces on the brim."

"ACE WAS HERE!?!" Luffy gasped, leaning dangerously close to your face.

You placed a hand on his face and pushed him back, not wanting any accidents to happen.

"The name rings a bell," you replied. "The guy kinda looked like you, you related or something?"

"Ace is- ...Ace was my brother..."

Silence floods the room, bringing heavy tension into the air. You sense the sadness in the boy's heart, you could connect the dots. You glanced to the side.

"I see..." You let silence hang around for a little longer before continuing. "What's the year out there?"

"1524, I think."

"So it's been two years," you muttered to yourself with a smirk. "Heh, shorter than the last time I checked."

"Last time?" Luffy tilted his head in curiosity.

"Heh heh, well, last I asked fifty years had passed since the visitor before your brother."

"WHAT?!" Luffy's eyes popped out of their sockets. "BUT YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE MY AGE!"

You let out a loud laughing fit. Whether you thought his response was genuinely funny or the insanity's way of reacting to your messed up situation, you laughed hard enough that tears fell from your eyes. Recollecting yourself, you wipe the water from your cheek and smile at him.

"Yeah... I couldn't believe it myself when I found out how much time passed the first time I asked." Your smile shrinks to a sadder one. "It's been over 800 years..."

"YOU'RE THAT OLD!?" Luffy's jaw dropped to the floor. You nod in response. His face became blank, a hand scratching the back of his head. "Wait... 800 years... 800 years..." Steam flew out of his brain. "Wait, that's the void century!"

"The what?" You stared at him puzzled.

"At least, that's what Robin calls it. Something about the history of that century erased from existence..." Luffy scratched his head some more.

"Oh... I see." You bit your lip.

It was one thing to know you've been gone from your world for over 8 centuries, but to know that everything known about your era is gone from existence hit differently. You had hoped that if you somehow got out of the void you'd find some elements of home sticking around. That was the last dream that kept you going.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Luffy asked, noticing your slumped shoulders and the hair falling over your eyes. He watched as you tipped to your side, laying down, curling into a ball. "[N/n]?"

"What's the point in talking to me? You'll leave anyway, back to wherever you came from... Someone's probably looking for you... Friends, family... you'll see them soon enough."

"Well yeah, but sitting here and doing nothing will be boring," Luffy pouted.

"At least they're coming from you..." You let your arm limp over your stomach, your eyes staring at the endless abyss. "No one's coming for me."

#whumptober2022 #no. 16 #no way out #no one's coming #one piece #whump fanfiction #whump fic #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x you #monkey d. luffy #straw hat luffy #mugiwara no luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy #no 16

[auncyen]

what are your thoughts on loop and siffrin’s hangout in the tree? it always seemed excessively cruel imo, just to prove that sif dying wasn’t the only way to loop. i feel like there were other ways, so i guess i can’t understand completely understand why they would do it.

had loop not pointed out the party dying or had the party managed to beat the king w/o sif, do you think sif would have still looped? Or at the very least managed to make it to the next day?

Anon. are you my loop. afheiohfe LMFAO I'm just. amused by the question because yeah tbh I don't really like the Loop hangout either. I get critical under the cut, so this is only getting a spoilers tag.

I think Siffrin was going to loop then. They probably would have realized what the flash was, or even just realized that the time of day means either the party's made it to the King or things have already ended badly for them, and now they're down a fighter. Siffrin does try to cling to hope at times so I can see him trying to persuade himself that Mirabelle would know the shield, she'd know to shield even if he didn't warn her right??? so maybe they didn't instantly die! but again, they're down a fighter. Even if they win the fight, surely they'd hate him for abandoning them in the final hour. I think he'd give himself a panic attack out of worry and guilt and shame and loop. Loop just hurried it up, probably because they were already hating themself (which, this sure makes it rich for them to try to point out to Siffrin later in act 5 that he's being an ass for saying mean things to the party LOL).

If you want my thoughts. This isn't in the ISAT tag because the hangout is one of the low points of the game for me. It was the "oh, we're just doing shock value now" bit of my first playthrough. I didn't think it made sense then just because how does the party get to the King anyway (even if they can still beat/avoid all the sadnesses without Siffrin and avoid the rock trap/find all the keys because they're like. being more cautious with them gone, they only have a 1/6 chance of correctly choosing the right path on both floors 2 & 3 unless Loop is actively guiding them. Which is an idea I've seen people uncomfortable with, but Loop is purposefully setting them up to die anyway????), and how does Siffrin not realize sooner "hey wait this is going too long what's going to happen to my friends" and panic over that sooner, and nothing in the rest of the game really changed my thoughts on that. Considering Isabeau is right in Loop's potential sight YEAH I FEEL LIKE THEY COULD HAVE COME UP WITH DIFFERENT WAYS OF PROVING IT.

Also iiirc, in my first playthrough I'd already done the Bonnie sidequest of them freaking out at Siffrin and making them loop by this time. I get that the Bonnie sidequest is optional but like. That sure doesn't help with making this hangout feel like cheap shock value.

I think. What I would have liked better. Is if maybe Loop had been trying to do something else and they accidentally established this. Example:

Loop tells Siffrin from the very start they can tell their friends about this and brings the matter up again at act 3 start. Even though it didn't free them from the loops it DID make that one loop better for them when their friends knew something was wrong (they didn't die horribly, for one), so I think they're thinking if Stardust lets everyone in on the full truth, and sooner, maybe they can help somehow!!! Maybe Odile can solve it!!!! 'Why are us two idiots trying to solve this alone!!!' Loop's thinking, and Loop just really, really wants to get out of the loops. So like. imagine a ISAT sus run being a little more similar to a SASASA sus run and Loop specifically baiting them to do that, maybe by suggesting that since they always loop when talking to the Head Housemaiden the loop ends at a certain TIME, this is TIME craft stardust, hurry it up and maybe you'll see something useful besides the roof hm???

What Loop is hoping for: Stardust gets the nice little bit of his family comforting him and getting them to open up a little, they get to hurt themself watching it through them, Stardust realizes 'hey I should talk to my friends' and actually starts telling them about the time loop at the start so they can all work through the information together, they just needed more brain cells on the problem so THEY FIGURE OUT THE GD TIME LOOPS AND LOOP GETS TO BE FREE.

What actually happens: *looks at how the sus run goes in ISAT* also since this is already altering what a sus run requires and how it turns out you could also have Mirabelle on edge and unintentionally taking it out on Siffrin, or Isabeau being horrified if Siffrin finally confesses about the time loops under pressure from Odile and Siffrin assumes Isabeau's disgusted about him hiding this (and not realizing like. Isabeau is actually horrified that his friend's been dying? and trying to handle that alone??? SIF), basically like just make it accidentally turn into a train wreck of a scene for a takeaway of "huh. Siffrin loops back from being upset, too." And then Siffrin is further convinced opening up = always bad and just gets more and more set in I AM NOT BLINDING TELLING THEM.

#in stars and time spoilers #yeah I'm just. I WAS MEH ON THIS PART

[miyuhpapayuh]

Crushin’

"Ooh girl, there he go!" Jade looks in the direction where her friend is pointing, seeing him.

"Sweet Jesus, he is fine." Another one comments.

"He's always been fine," Jade adds. "Ever since high school." She flips her locks over her shoulder, still looking in his direction.

"Mhm, it's been that long and you still got a crush on him. Don't you?" Jade looks at her friends and rolls her eyes.

"I don't have ti—"

"Shh! He's coming over here!" They straighten up and place their straws up to their lips.

He stops in front of Jade and gives her a smile. "Jade. Long time, no see." She bats her eyelashes, giving him the same smile.

"Indeed, Y'lan." He bites his lip, failing to hide his smirk.

"You look gorgeous, as always."

"Fuck her already," her friend mumbles. She smacks her leg underneath the table. He chuckles.

"You wanna go somewhere and talk?" She stands up from her seat and grabs her drink.

"Sure." He holds his hand out for her take, leading her back to his table.

"So, how have you been?" He asks. She stirs her straw around in her drink, eyeing him coyly.

"We're not gonna play 21 questions, like we're in high school, are we?" He laughs, shaking his head.

"Nah. I just wanted to see how you been."

"Hm. I've been good, I can't complain." She shrugs.

"Mm, well you look great." He sends another smile her way.

"What's up with all the compliments?" She crosses one long leg over the other.

"What do you mean?" He raises an eyebrow at her. "I've always thought you were beautiful."

She laughs. "That's funny, cause I never knew that. Where was this energy in high school?"

"I wasn't the type to approach people in high school, let alone someone as bad as you."

"Hm.... what about Vanessa? Y'all went to prom together." He smirks.

"She asked me to prom. I didn't even really wanna go."

"Then, why did you?" He gives her skeptical look, making her throw her hands up. "I'm just curious. This is a honest conversation, right?"

"My boys were going and they all had dates. Now, while that never mattered to me, she asked me at the last minute and I just went with it. Nothing serious."

"Did you say that last part for my benefit?"

"Do you want me to say yes, so it can make you feel better?" He asks.

"No, smart ass. I'm just saying, just cause you were attracted me, doesn't mean you have to dumb down your romantic situations for me."

"I still am attracted to you." He swirls the dark liquor around in his cup, before emptying every drop into his mouth.

"I know you're attracted to me, too." She places her chin in the palm of her hand.

"How would you know that?"

"You just admitted it, Jade." She briefly closes her eyes, opening them back up to see him laughing at her.

"Shut up, Y'lan."

"Aw come on, there's no reason for the hostility." She waves him off, sipping the rest of her fruity alcohol through her straw.

"You think I'm cute, huh?"

"I'm gonna need another drink." They both laugh.

Thirty minutes, great conversation and three drinks later...

"You wanna get outta here?" Her low, red eyes stare back at his.

"And go where?" His eyes dim in response.

"Your place. My place. Hell, ima fuck you up in my backseat if you keep lookin' at me like that." Her thighs clench together.

"What makes you think I'd let you fuck?"

"Cause you're wet, right now." She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

"What about my girls?" Her phone buzzes.

Simone

GET THAT DICK GIRL!

Angie

We want every little detail!

She laughs and tucks it back in her pocket. "Never mind."

He stands up and grabs her hand, pulling her up as well.

She follows him out into the parking lot. The orange glow from the sun casts over her, sending him for a loop.

"Damn, you're so beautiful." She blushes, while he opens her door. She climbs inside and he does the same, taking off down the street.

———

"You know, I've always had a thing for tall women." She laughs, while he unbuttons her shirt.

"And, why is that?" He lifts her up and places her against the wall. She purrs.

"So, I can do that." His lips find her neck, sucking until a sweet spot is found. Her long legs wrap around his waist, as he moves away from the wall and over to his bed.

Tossing her onto the soft mattress, he removes his jacket, allowing his dark chocolate skin to come into view, much to her approval.

She bites her lip, watching his jeans hit the floor next. Her eyes travel below his v-cut, to his very noticeable print.

Tapping her leg, her gaze lands back on his face. Her face flushed red with slight embarrassment.

He smirks, pulling her thighs apart and lifting her skirt to remove her panties, when he realizes she isn't wearing any.

"...shit." She throbs at his gaze on her lower lips. Her heel clad foot finds its way on his bare chest.

"Like what you see, huh?" He doesn't answer her, but rather grabs her leg and straightens it towards the ceiling.

Sinking between her legs, he wastes no time latching onto her clit. A gasp leaves her mouth, while her hand grips the back of his neck.

"Ohh fuck... just like that, yesss!" Slurping wildly at her folds, he tightens his grip on her hips, keeping her in place.

"Sss— oh my God, Y'lan!" A knot forms in her stomach. She slips her heels off to comfortably dig her feet into the bed.

Her moans bounce off the walls. His sucking becomes fervently passionate, causing her to claw at his neck and shoulders.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Her voice hits an octave that becomes inaudible at a point, leaving her to pant wildly and squeeze her eyes shut.

Not stopping until she releases once more, he moves away from her pulsating core and kisses his way back up her body.

"You taste so good, babygirl." She shoves her tongue down his throat, beginning to tug at his boxers.

"Fuck me."

Assisting her in removing her skirt, he rips her shirt open and glides his tongue over the cleavage that spills over her bra.

Removing his boxers, he lines himself up with her entrance, spreading her wetness on his tip. Sliding inside, he curses to himself while her eyes roll back.

"Oh shit..." her nails dig into his back, as he begins to stroke. Her soft whimpers fill the air, along with his grunts.

"Mm... I've wanted this pussy since high school." He confesses. The corners of her lips curl into a smile.

"Shut up and take it, then." He glances at her, before gripping the back of her thighs and picking up speed.

Her nails break through his skin, drawing blood. Her mouth forms a permanent 'o' shape, letting every profanity escape.

"Ffff— aaah fuck!" His hand wraps around her neck, pulling her up to watch him slide in and out of her.

"See that shit? Look at that pretty pussy grippin' that dick." Her eyes become glued to the sight; her wet cove swallowing his thick girth with every thrust. The squelching sounds echoing off the walls.

"I'm gonna cum— ohh fuck!" Squeezing her neck tighter, he rocks in and out of her wildly. Her hands scratch at his thighs.

"Shit.. let it go, girl." Her body bends upward, spazzing out and scooting away from his.

"Where you going'?" He chuckles, pulling her back by her ankle.

"We got all night."

@blackburnbook @killmongerdispussy @brattyfics @soufcakmistress @chaneajoyyy @sadthotsonlylove @cecereads209 @ibeoutchea @killmongerkink @daddy-killmonger @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @quietstorm-thundathighs @emjayewrites @uzumaki-rebellion @sheabuttahwrites @ghostfacekill-monger @hearteyes-for-killmonger @honeyandpeaches @nicaurora @l-auteuse @blowmymbackout @nayaxwrites

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[disruptivevoib]

HI eleutheromania anon again

not sure how to word my thoughts fully but so normal about whole. actually just eleutheromania whole and soul's entire dynamic infested my brain for days

it's just!!! so well written!!!! and i'm so normal about the two of them. it was nice 2 see an au about them because they make me sick /pos

question wise.. i dunno. any facts u want to say or anythinf about the au is cool really.,.,...,..

ermm. yea ill sign off

-🫀

I am glad you enjoyed it! Its the first fic I've written in a long time (probably been about 8 years?) but I wrote the whole thing actually in the notes app on my phone then edited and rewrote it on the computer. So that is one fun silly fact.

But in regards to the au...

It came about due to me splitting the concept for one au into two! Eleutheromania specifically also wound up focusing on HMS+W in way of self-destruction and sabotage.

Maybe if I can convince myself to write Eleutherophobia, the version from Whole's perspective which goes a bit into the post Eleutheromania stuff.. I could get more of the story out to sort of build on that.

The base fic ATM showcases it, but not to the entire extent of which.. both Whole and Soul are horrible, sure, but neither is really evil to me! They're both the same guy and a reflection of that same person who hates himself so much he was willing to destroy (in Whole's case) the last part of himself that held out hope, or loved himself.

A willing self sabotage, due to know knowing how to become comfortable with the person you are or will be. While its derivative in a way from the CCCC source material I always like exploring mental health themes so.. boom!

There is a repeating pattern of this destruction too. Eleutheromania to phobia to... what.. well.. I don't know what I'll call the one with Heart and Mind, if I even write it. But that's where a more positive resolution lies if I can focus on having the time!

Whole and Soul swap places once Soul takes control and from there its an interesting dynamic that develops, even more so between Soul, Heart and Mind.. because Soul did all of this for them initially, but after some time convinced himself they weren't real. Something about saving yourself and trying hard but winding up leaving the people you care about behind and becoming someone else when you lose your way.

Not that Soul became anyone else, he just did the one thing he knew how to do, which was reflect Whole.

It is also a point to say that Heart and Mind do not need Soul to agree to make Whole here. Their loop typically went that Soul was missing, they blamed one another for him leaving. He would show up once Heart was in the pit and Mind was trying to manage control, Soul would threaten them, they'd make-up and the end. But it never really meant that Calliope (Soul) had a say in all of it.

Interestingly, I guess, he was as much of a puppet as Mind and Heart. The only difference is he remembers and that's it!

#info dumps about my au to you #asks #voidthoughts #eleutheromania au #I think I dunno its probably my au with the most symbolism? #Sun Down I love a lot though still #And other aus do have a lot of symbolism to em but stuff like Swap and Sun Down aren't inherently built for it #call them more self indulgent with a lot of symbolism pertaining to the characters and much less whole or how the album does it

[skriveting]

A bunch of different writing prompts MASTERLIST #2

updated 13.11.22

MASTERLIST #1 HERE

"This isn't going anywhere."

"This is making me very uncomfortable." "Good, I'm glad."

"Move along, move along, nothing to see here!"

"Where have you been?"

"My will to live is dwindling at an alarming rate."

"Don't get confused, you are disposable."

"Do you maybe wanna be friends?" "Go away!"

"Yeah, that tracks."

"A friend of theirs is no friend of mine."

"Why did you cut it like that?"

"Oh, dear."

"Could you put the knife down while you're talking, please?"

"Okay, I get it now." "You do?" "Yeah!" "Are you sure?" "No."

"All right, now let's get back to me yelling!"

"Let's eat a kiwi or two and calm down." "You know I don't condone cannibalism." "No, no, that's not what I meant-"

"How is it only Wednesday..." "It's Monday." "NO!!!!"

"Great, you again."

"You mean to tell me she hasn't read 1984?!" "Michael, she's 4." "And??"

"Hm. You know, I didn't really care to know that."

"It's getting worse, isn't it?" "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

"What's a few threats between friends?" "Exactly."

"I guess when you put it like that..."

"You couldn't be more wrong if you tried."

"I wish I could go on just one date where I didn't have to use the Heimlich maneuver." "Dude, what goes on on your dates?" "I wish I knew!"

"Keep up, please." "I'm trying!"

"What did you think?" "It was not good." "Dad!"

"Well I've heard that I can be an asshole, but I don't think it'll be a major problem." "I beg to differ."

"How was I supposed to know that?" "Well, if you'd read the brief I sent you, you would have!" "It was 600 pages!!"

"Put that down, that's disgusting."

"I'll tell you, that threw me for quite a loop!" "Stop talking like that."

"I've waited a long time for this." "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"So what's your plan, talking me to death? Because if so, it's working."

"Let's go, I don't have all day."

"I thought this would be difficult. But, looking at you now..."

"Have you always been this much of an asshole?"

"The least you could do is put up a fight worth my time."

"Why are we doing this?" "You can't be serious."

"Stop wasting time."

"Pity. I'd actually been looking forward to this."

"And you wonder why I hate you."

"Don't push your luck."

"I came alone."

"How you doing, champ?" "Don't call me that."

"I'll let you know."

"How are you still alive?!" "That's a long story."

"A hello would've been nice."

"I'm out of here."

"Get me out of this wretched torture device!" "Get a hold of yourself, it's just a turtleneck sweater-" "I am suffocating!!"

"Yes, it's terrible, and yes, I love it."

"Would you let go already?!"

"Riddle me this: what the heck is going on?!"

"You'd think I'd know better by now."

"I'm feeling pretty vulnerable right now." "Sick, dude."

"Some things never change."

"I'd like for us all to acknowledge that this was a huge mistake."

"So, what do you think?" "Hm. Not enough violence."

"If everyone could just calm down for a second, that'd be great."

"What more do I have to do before you realize that you can trust me?"

"I'm not into that sort of stuff."

"This is actually a pretty common side-effect." "Somehow I doubt that."

"Ever since the day I met you I feel the light inside me dwindle a little more with each passing day."

"You aren't meant to live like this." "Says who?"

"I've had a really hard time trying to work through this."

"What are you doing here? It's four in the morning!"

"Some days I really love my job. This is not one of those days."

"Are you sure about this?" "As sure as I can be, given the circumstances."

"I've given them enough chances. I'm not letting myself be put through that again."

"You got the right answer, but I have no idea how." "Neither do I, to be honest."

"How did you survive that??"

"There's just something about it that bugs me, but I can't put my finger on it..."

"Take that thing off."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

"Did you seriously think that would work?"

"Don't bother me."

"That's all right, I was leaving anyway."

"Well, you know..." "No, I don't, that's why I'm asking."

"Guess I missed the memo."

"Nevermind, it's nothing."

"What gave you that impression?"

“I don't take orders from anyone, let alone from people like you.”

"Wait, you’re telling me it’s supposed to taste like this??"

"It’s not wise to live a life where you make decisions based on compassion and love in a world that won’t show you any."

"Let's save us both some time and just be honest with each other from the start. If you're not, I'll find out eventually anyway, so let's just cut the crap right from the get-go."

"Isn't this enough?"

"Are you afraid?" "Of you? Never."

"Don't ever make me do that again."

"What are you doing?" "I told you, you have to trust me. I figure I should prove to you that you can."

"How stupid do you think I am?!"

"You owe me." "I don't owe you anything."

"I can't believe you carried me off like that, you made me look like a weakling in front of everyone!" "You were dying-" 

"Are you seeing this too or am I having a stroke?"

"Stop doing that, you're freaking me out!"

"This cake reeks of resentment and bitterness." "When we get to the party I'm going to need you to stop talking like that."

"Hang on, hang on, I have the perfect playlist for this scenario-" "Now is not the time!!!"

"Are those... bite marks?"

"The only thing about you that never disappoints, is your ability to disappoint."

"You're incredible." "Aw, thanks!" "Not a compliment, babe."

"I thought you didn't believe in fate." "Until I met you, I didn't."

"Get that thing away from me!"

"I want to get better, I just don't know how..." "That's bullshit."

"Name's Tammy. Short for Tambourine."

"Quit your yapping and start napping."

"Hold on tight!"

"Are you sure you're not drunk?"

"What am I supposed to do with this thing??" "She's a baby, Marc!" "Okay, what am I supposed to do with this baby??!"

"I... I've got nothing."

"You're coming here, right now, are we clear?"

"Why does it matter?" "Because it matters to me!"

"What do you think?" "Do you want me to be honest, or do you want me to be nice? I can't do both."

"I can't do that, I'll embarrass myself!" "That's never stopped you before!"

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[loquaciousquark]

Mulling over the news about the upcoming Patch 2 and trying to decide what I want to do here. I'm very, very close to the end of the game--just the dragon quest, Orpheus, and assaulting the Elder Brain left--and the news about the epilogues has me wondering if I should wait to finish until after Patch 2 drops, since IGN suggests it's coming out this week. (I mean, I played ME3 both with and without the Extended Edition DLC, and knowing what came first helped me much more deeply appreciate what came after, but...hm.)

I'm also trying to figure out what exactly is being suggested with this new Karlach content. The Steam post says it's a "more fleshed-out" ending that many have been asking for and that it's a "new optional ending" that's "fiery, poignant, and gives her the ending she deserves." The IGN article quotes one of the devs as saying "it will make a lot of people happy," which...what's going to make them happy other than an implication that her heart can be fixed permanently--but also, what's poignant about that? Hmm.

I don't really care about the Minthara stuff (sorry Larian), but I'm very interested in the expanded epilogues being suggested for the rest of the party. What Larian says on the Steam post, that they were sure fans wouldn't want a long epilogue in a game where you can complete so many quests in so many ways, is silly to me, but regardless, they seem to be addressing it, and I won't argue with more content letting you know how you've affected the world. It's also not clear to me if this patch is going to include new/expanded epilogues for everyone or if Karlach is just first. I've also read about the bugs with the LI post-epilogue scene not triggering unless you let Karlach die in the final battle, and I'm curious to see if this fixes that. Not that I'm exactly over-eager to get Astarion's at this point, ha--though whatever happens there will shape my post-game oneshot, for sure!

It doesn't really matter to me if they add the Upper City back in; I've been reading some of the original material (ads, trailers, and such), and frankly I think people made a lot more of a few throwaway lines than they should have, and I'm not sure that's Larian's fault. I don't even really want another area to explore in Act 3; what we have is plenty! I do think Cazador's palace's entrance is dumb, but meh. Not exactly a dealbreaker. So that they say here that they never meant the Upper City to be more than something to fight through in a climactic battle--fine, sure, good with me.

I am super glad to see performance in Act 3 especially is being addressed. I've had to restart the game for fps drops there more than any other place--it felt like almost every two hours sometimes. I found myself actively avoiding saving because it seemed like every time I saved, I dropped five fps. It'll be good to see that section run more smoothly.

In other news regarding my actual game progress, I finished the House of Hope the other day, and that special fight song at the end has been stuck in my head on loop ever since. I really, really loved that song & how they used it, and I'm going to go listen to it again now.

(I also got the Devil's Fee woman the Gloves of Hill Giant Strength to complete that quest, then stole them right back out of her back pocket and gave them to Karlach. For as generally altruistic as Tavish has become over the course of the game, some habits die too hard, and some items are just too shiny.)

#bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #quark plays bg3 #karlach #patch 2 #tavish gale

[kendrixtermina]

Giving Doctor Who a New Chance, Part 2: Wild Blue Yonder

While the idea of Donna not being able to restrain herself from making a pun is great, I kinda don't like the cheap pun in the prologue, its just making everything too light & silly

It just doesn't work if you know the historic Newton was pretty cranky, not cheerful & like other things about him that could've been better used, also this ignores the whole latin roots of the word gravity

i dunno was the show always this un-serious and it's just a while since I've seen it? like there was some silly-ass shit but not in this immersion-breaking manner

I do appreciate Donna's concern for the poor, poor TARDIS

haha they're snapping right back into doing the investigation routine

I think with "I say things like that now" the Doctor means he's more open & honest but Donna of course took it as meaning that he also likes dudes.

David Tennant can still communicate a whole lot with his expressions

It's a nice scene of them panicking together but still comforting each other in their panic

and of course Donna wants to speak to the manager

hm, liking this one so far. it has a couple of mysteries & nice creepy ambiance

it's a nice parallel in the differently lit room, Donna wondering what will happen to her family & the Doctor wondering what will happen to the TARDIS, this low-level fear of the world going on without them - the Doctor saying how much he likes Wilfred & lamenting that the TARDIS is all he's got left etc. It's an eerie little dialogue I like it.

The shapeshifters are having an "AI can't draw hands" problem. Worry not, humans too struggle to draw hands. In this we are alike

I wonder if they are repeating stuff or talking to ach other. Is it two entitites or just one?

It was bound to happen and just ignoring it would be wonky in its own way but just having some of Chibnall's decisions mentioned reminds me of how he was SUCh. a BAD. WRITER like making big destruction happen without weight or stakes. With the past writers when something major went poof you "heard" it the next few seasons, but Chibnall torched the whole backstory, Galligrey AND a big chunk of the universe without any real narrative weight

Like it just happened and there wasn't really - like, the characters didn't react to it, it wasn't given meaning. It's not just that he made changes I disagreed with but that the execution was So! Bad!

Still, I have often been fond of saying "there are no shitty ideas, only shitty executions" or " a competent writer can make any idea work" - so, like, no matter how shitty the idea, a better execution can salvage something. in this short time RTD managed to make this character express some actual feelings & attach a personal meaning to the event- so the backstory reveal means Gallifrey "got complicated", the widespread destruction of the flux is another thing to feel guilty of... see, see? It isn't so hard! Character! Having! Emotions! I don't envy RTD for having to try his best to salvage this mess while being respectful /professional/ non-petty.

The average 15 year old fanfiction writer is a better writer than Chibnall! Ok. enough ranting now.

I like these quiet episodes that just let the characters marinate in their feelings a bit in a closed loop environment. another thing I've messed: atmosphere! the bland, nondescript settings for so long

The Doctor's response here is probably a mix of caring alot about Donna specifocally & just general done-ness

I like the creepy atmo of this thing & the concept of the creatures not quite understanding how existing works & gradually figuring it out

Pouring one out for the long-dead spaceship captain

it was an interesting twist how the actual Donna couldn't actually make sense of the information from the metacrisis, but still gets a sense that a lot of heavy stuff has happened from the way he's asking. I think he kinda wish she knew so he could get a hug from somebody who knows.

that was a good one, overall, pretty creepy.

They're really going with this idea of the world being in constant wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey flux, hm... like it was always there as a sort of excuse but they're kinda making it a more explicit part of things.

I love how the Doctor & Wilfred are SO glad to see each other & it rly calls back that bond they had at what, for the Doctor, was a pretty difficult time. I got feelsy.

OK that was a good one. I always like the creepy, abstract ones.

And of COURSE the earth has been hit by some misfortune while they were away. OF COURSE.

#doctor wh #donna noble #fourteenth doctor #wilfred mott