okay biker!simon but he's got his shit together and he's hubby and you have a kid (2yo?) with him
in India, bikes are the primary mode of transport everyone has one and lots of the kids love love going on rides. my 2nd cousin (?) (relations are diff there) he's 2 years old and he's the cutest thing in the world and he will not sleep at night until his dad takes him out for a spin on the bike. he comes back all smiley and sleepy it's so fucking cute omfg
IMAGINE THAT WITH SIMON
( bikes aren't seen as dangerous in India bc literally every household has one and people will carry their babies on the bike. ik it's different elsewhere but I just cannot stop thinking ab simon going for a spin with his baby :((( )
love you, drink water sunny 👊
ur cousin not sleeping till he gets a ride is so cute omg :((( such a cutie pie 🥺
but no absolutely!! i feel like biker!simon would spoil his kids sm that they get demanding when he doesn’t get to take them out on a ride
thinking about your little two year old girl waiting patiently in the living room while her dad washes up (simon closed the shop today), with her little helmet already strapped in. the tv is on for reruns of cartoons but she’s distracted, squirming at every drop of sound, thinking it’s simon finally out of the shower.
you chuckle as you rub her back, trying to make her calm down, but you guess her exhaustion and excitement are finally mixing, making one whiny baby. you pitch forward to press a kiss on her little fist.
that, at least, makes her look at you.
“excited, little pea?” you ask, brushing your thumb on the apple of her cheek.
“mhmm!” she says before turning back to her cartoons.
what a blessing she is.
simon pops out of the corner just then, crooning, “ready to go, peanut?”
your daughter squeals, scrambling to get off the couch to run towards simon. simon laughs, crouching down and opening his arms to embrace her, but she’s barrelling into him too fast, unable to stop, and it knocks her helmet against his chin.
“jesus–”
“daddy, go!” is all what your daughter says, so impatient and spoiled, and simon just coos again, finding no fault in her little demands.
“of course, of course.” he stands up. “let’s say bye to mommy?”
you stand then too, moving close to them carefully. your beloved angel turns at hearing simon’s words, her pudgy cheeks now rounder with her smile. “buh-bye!”
“bye bye, darlin’,” you reply, kissing her little fist again. “have fun with daddy, yeah? tell him to ride carefully because he’s got my whole world with him.” this you say to simon, playful and teasing.
simon scrunches his nose in reply—fatherhood looks so beautiful in him.
“don’t worry, love. y’know i’ll do everything to keep her safe,” he murmurs, pressing close to breathe you in. “we’ll be home in twenty. see you then.”
you kiss his jaw. “see you then, baby.”
your little angel waves her goodbyes again before they disappear to the garage, simon’s quiet murmurs filling up the space while your daughter hums in replies, still not yet ready for much words.
simon hefts himself up and places her in front of him, making sure that her helmet is secured and her jacket’s all zipped up. it is a quiet routine, one that simon completes with ferocious intensity. he’s never once skipped out on this, never once had been lazy with it, and it makes your heart warm.
he looks up after his final check, turning to you with one last wave, before he’s snapping his visor down and revving the engine. then they’re off.
later, simon will come back with a slumbering princess in his arms. you two make a quiet work on removing her helmet and her shoes, before simon takes her to sleep. then, he’ll slide in beside you, pull you in for cuddles, before recounting their little adventure to you.
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IM SORRY THIS BECAME A RAMBLE AND ITS NOT EVEN ABOUT THE BIKE RIDE BUT ITS JUST :((( dad simon is so so precious
love you too vi and yes im gulping down rn as i type!!
I've written this super-duper quickly, so it's probably a mess, but that's all part of the quickndirty fun. Inspiration from all over but mostly from here and here.
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Porsche is up to something. Yok can always tell when Porsche is up to something.
“Only hand-sized water pistols are allowed inside the bar!” Ball shouts out as a small group enters. “You can leave your soakers in the bin by the door and collect them on the way out! Your first drink tonight comes with a free water pistol.”
Hum Bar is always a festive place, but it’s especially festive during Songkran. Yok has taken care to strew the place with fresh flowers, and she’s placed mats on the floor to prevent slipping, as patrons playfully squirt each other with small, brightly colored plastic water guns.
Everyone is smiling, and laughing, as it should always be in Hum Bar.
But Porsche… Porsche is far too quiet. He’s been whispering to the other bartenders whenever he thinks Yok isn’t watching, and his eyes shift nervously left and right.
He’s doing it again right now. He’s watching the door and muttering something to Jet behind his hand.
Then Tem comes in, carrying a bouquet of flowers.
“Now!” Porsche shouts. “Jom, get jae now!”
Yok’s first instinct is to brace herself to be soaked with water, but instead Jom, Porsche’s most precious and loyal friend, takes both of Yok’s wrists in his hands.
“Come with me, over here!” Jom says, and he guides her to the corner booth, where Tem has cleared space and is placing the flowers on the table.
Yok has an inkling of what’s going on now, and she wants no part of it. “Stop, stop at once!”
Porsche comes out from behind the bar, carrying a large silver bowl in his hands, full of water and flower petals.
“Hello, attention please!” Porsche calls out, and the din dies down as everyone turns heads to look at him. “Thank you, all of you, for joining us and celebrating Songkran with us! We’d now like to invite everyone to greet our senior, the wonderful, beautiful, talented, wise owner of this bar, Yok! She’s a little shy, but don’t let that stop you.”
Everyone laughs.
“I told you a million times, I am not an elder!” Yok objects. Porsche has tried to pull similar stunts before, one-on-one, in the back of Hum Bar or before a shift, but never in the middle of the night. Never before has he done it on this sort of scale, inviting all the guests to participate.
Sneaky, clever boy. It’s much harder for Yok to refuse, especially as the guests shout and encourage her to play along.
“Please, Yok?” Porsche asks. He approaches the table and sets the silver bowl in front of her, and Jet places the smaller one next to it. Then Porsche turns on the puppy eyes.
Yok feels her heart swell.
She’s objected for years, not feeling like it was her place, and also not wanting to feel old. But…
“Please?”
How can she say no?
“Oh, all right,” she relents, which causes everyone to cheer. “But let’s make this quick, so you all can get back to buying my booze, huh?” That earns her another laugh.
So, one by one, the patrons bow their heads to her, and they use the smaller bowl to respectfully run water over her hands until her fingers feel soft and tender. She gives each of them a word or two of advice while they listen with folded hands. Her words are pleasant little phrases that lift their hearts and make them smile.
The bartenders take their turns after the patrons. And of them, Porsche approaches her last. He holds her hands gently and looks up at her with something eager and desperate in his eyes, and Yok’s heart goes out to him.
After he washes her hands, she puts her soggy fingers on one of his cheeks.
“So naughty and stubborn,” she says, patting his cheek, and he has the grace to lower his eyes, even though he still smirks. “You finally found a way to make me cooperate, huh? After, what, four years?”
“Five,” he corrects.
“Cheeky,” Yok says.
“Do you have any words of wisdom for me, jae?”
What advice can she possibly give him? This boy has already been through things that Yok can hardly imagine. He’s practically a father to his brother, and he carries his family on his shoulders.
But still…
“You’re twenty-three now, aren’t you, Porsche?” she asks, and he nods, smiling. “Do this elder a favor and find someone who will fill your heart with joy and maybe look after you for a chance.”
At first, Porsche looks stunned. HIs face goes slack, like the possibility never even occurred to him. Then he grins and shakes his head.
“Aww, but flying solo is best way to—”
“Did I stutter?” Yok glares.
Porsche looks suitably terrified.
“No, ma’am.”
“Good.” Yok pulls out one of the water pistols she has tucked into the waistband of her skirt and aims it at Porsche. “Back to work with you.”
She pulls the trigger three times in rapid succession, and Porsche yelps.
So, Sonic Forces! … again. Posts like this will be put under Forces!RW from now on, just so I can keep things together.
Following this post, I’ve been thinking about my reimagined Sonic Forces a lot. It’s high up on my list of things to rewrite, but… that list is quite long and is made up of stories that, for the most part, will live exclusively in my head. However, I had so much fun making my last post that I wanted to make another.
I wanted to touch on an aspect of the Phantom Ruby: how it’s able to make hordes of copies at Infinite’s will.
In my mind, the Phantom Ruby makes clones with the same attributes as any other illusion. Those made to witness the illusion will be unable to control feeling, despite reason, what they are witnessing is real. This enhances the Phantom Ruby’s powers, making its illusions able to affect the world as if they were real.
However, copies are different as they can perform most of the abilities their source can, but only if Infinite has a solid grasp on what those abilities are. For example, Chaos remains in his base state because Infinite does not understand his evolution, but he does understand chaos energy and chaos manifestation, so Shadow’s copies is able to harness Chaos Spear (though its nowhere on the scale of a true Chaos Spear. It gathers available chaos energy and turns it into a weapon, but without an emerald the copy has to draw upon the natural chaos energy around it). This is also one of the reasons Zavok is so… lame, for lack of a better word, and why Infinite resigns his copy to being Sonic’s jail keeper.
Why, then, would Eggman have Infinite stop at making copies of Zavok, Chaos, and Shadow? Of course, it’s because he finds them worthy allies as they have all put Sonic in close life or death situations and all have beaten Eggman himself at least once. If they worked together, they would undoubtedly be able to take Sonic out without the need for more manpower.
But… why not copy Sonic himself after his capture? Eggman chooses to copy Metal Sonic so, with Sonic himself imprisoned, having Sonic’s speed and agility on Eggman’s side would be a valuable resource.
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Eggman told Infinite they should make copies of Sonic to torment the world they were conquering. Having their precious hero, or at least his likeness, working with Eggman would destroy their moral… Infinite proposed, instead, not only was it too soon to show their cards in Infinite’s full abilities, but that tormenting the world with their hero acting against them would be nothing compared to the psychological play of allowing the world to believe Infinite, a hand in the Eggman Empire, had taken him out for good. Letting a likeness of their hero wander around could work against them, influencing people to gain a “hope against all odds” approach.
While Eggman agreed, it wasn’t until after he had Infinite show him the Ruby could, in fact, make a copy of Sonic. Despite not wanting to, having the copy ended up working in Infinite’s favor. After commenting on the pest Sonic was, the Doctor agreed that, yes, looking at that hedgehog for too long was giving him a migraine; he didn’t want to imagine what having hundreds of him would do… Good. Because Infinite thought Sonic was too annoying to waste his power forging copies of him, anyway.
Infinite looked at the copy. He could appreciate the hedgehog’s indomitable spirit and his ability to ruin things. He could even acknowledge that, yes, he was enough to be the world’s hero.
Until now.
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Five, closing in on six months after Sonic’s defeat, Tails found himself miles from his live-in workshop, the last one left after Eggman’s takeover. He managed to gather supplies before his home was invaded and made it out by his scruff on the Tornado, but she hadn’t gotten them out without taking severe damage. Still, she flew, and she landed, and Tails could start repairing her to the best of his ability. He didn’t need a plane since the sky had been put under lockdown, but the Tornado was Sonic’s. He’d hate for Sonic to find out he had wrecked the Tornado and done nothing to fix it.
While sorting out the damaged parts, Tails heard something scuff behind him… He tensed before he moved, much too caught up with the Tornado to remember he should defend himself first, worry later, when his eyes caught the source of the sound.
Impossible.
Tails didn’t think it was possible, but he tensed more at the sight of his brother, his big brother, the sight of Sonic walking idly past him. Something slipped past Tails’ lips, maybe it was supposed to be words, but he didn’t know which ones. His big brother stopped. And turned towards him…
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Gotta cut myself off from my more story-writer way of telling this before I get carried away. Apologies! But, if I’m able to work on this more, maybe there will be a full scene in a full chapter in a full story for this? Perchance…
Shadow would appear and, before Tails could process it, would be fighting the copy down the street. Shadow’s been dealing with Phantom copies since day one of Eggman’s invasion, and he knows Sonic well enough to be able to spot a fake from anywhere.
Tails would, of course, chase after them, leaving behind the Tornado and all of his supplies. As far as he knows, it was Shadow who helped take Sonic down in the first place and he’s ready for answers as to why, and answers on how Sonic got back, and why they’re fighting again, and…! Well, a lot of answers!
By the time Tails gets there, Shadow would have already taken the copy down; it’s on the floor, lifeless, and starting to disappear. Tails would launch himself at Shadow, claws and teeth bared, kicking and scratching out of everything he’s thought and felt about Shadow for the last five months, but Shadow would easily subdue him. Tails is tired, and hungry, and most of all he’s devastated.
Once Tails is able to hear anything Shadow tries to tell him, he would tell Tails about the fact Eggman is generating copies. Shadow has a certain soft spot for Tails, especially in his current situation, so while the scene would be to get information about the Phantom Ruby to Tails, it would also serve to give him the comfort he needs, and closure that no, Shadow didn’t hurt Sonic and, no he’s also not looking for him but, if he hears anything, he’ll let the kid know.
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I don’t know if I’ve said it, but I’ve got a biiiiig list of media I’ve rewritten entirely in my head for fun and that usually means I have the most barebones chapter layout for them and even some ‘first drafts’ for certain chapters; like this hypothetical chapter!
That’s it, really. I had fun talking about Forces and showing how I would do things! I tend to get carried away a lot when I’m writing about the things I like. I really didn’t plan to write this post out the way I did. Hopefully the difference between my presenting the concepts and writing them out for a more entertaining read of what I would do wasn’t too confusing.
If you’re ok with it, Modern Stepfather Daemon having an affair with his stepdaughter behind Rhaenyra’s back and her becoming pregnant
Rhaenyra is trying to manage things as best she can, and not knowing her own husband is the reason behind all this, and he definitely hasn’t stopped
You can decide if Rhaenyra ever finds out or not and how it all goes down, and you can decide if initially it’s consensual or not. I just think this is a fun concept
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
NSFW
1 YEAR AGO
It seemed being married to your mother would not stop Daemon’s infatuation with you. In fact, the taboo nature of it all increased the desire. He lent against the marble wall; eyes trained on you. Those bright orbs of his looked down the pretty, pink dress clinging to your body which left nothing to the imagination and oh, did he have that. Even when Rhaenyra was on top of him, bouncing eagerly but all his mind could do was imagine you in her place. The sounds you would make. Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it. It did not help that you looked up at him in that moment; eyes under those lashes as your pretty, pouting lips were covered in gloss that he desired to lick off.
Oh, tonight would be the moment he takes you. Daemon could not hold off much longer. “Dae…” The precious nickname you had for him fell from your lips with ease. “Did you get me a gift?” You teased; giggles escaping as you moved from your knees to gracefully stand. His taller stature continues to crowd you. “Hmm, since when did you get so greedy?” Daemon practically purred as you stepped even closer. His smirk only widened at the sight of your pouting; his cock twitched in agreement as your tongue brushed over your bottom lip. “I will give it to you later.” He darkly promised as you hung onto his every word.
He watched as you sighed in disappointment. A part of him was punishing you for being such a tease and his patience was soon wearing thin. Daemon continued to watch throughout the evening, as the birthday cake was served. “Hmm, I hope to have some time alone with you soon.” Rhaenyra purred in his ear as she cuddled into his side. Daemon only hummed; his eyes watching the frosting covering your fingers and you sucked the cream off. His wife’s hand settled on his muscular chest and he finally gave her some attention, if only to relieve himself. Rhaenyra melts into his embrace as their lips finally meet; their tongues dancing.
A soft blush came over your cheeks as you lifted your head; the sight of your mother and Daemon locking lips had you gulping. Gentle shaking your head of those thoughts, you picked up little Joffrey and placed him on your hip. Unknown to you, as Daemon continued his passionate kiss, well, passionate for Rhaenyra he watched you leave and the sight of a babe on your hip had him moaning against his wife’s lips. His hold on Rhaenyra only tightened as he struggled to keep his composure.
Daemon soon did not have to wait long as Rhaenyra was called away to the office and he pounced at the chance.
The tie that had hung around his neck for your birthday celebrations was now stuffed inside your mouth. Those big doe eyes of yours locked on his as the shock still kept a hold of you. “Do you like your gift?” Daemon purred with amusement dripping in his tone. His hips rocked with a sharp thrust as if to push the answer from her. A whine of pleasure was soon muffled by his tie as your sweet body arched. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” Not that it mattered; he was going to have you completely whether you wanted it or not; Daemon had made that very much clear. The thought alone had your soaked, creamy pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock.
His larger hand slowly moved towards the headboard and began to use it as leverage. All the while you could only moan; eyes rolling as the intense pleasure became too much. Your pretty, baby pink painted hands reached for his stomach as if you had the strength to push him away. Daemon only grunted as he witnessed the sight of your stomach bulging with his fat cock. His passion took over with a vengeance as he pushed your legs up; nearly over your head and the new position had Daemon pushing deeper. The new sensation had you drooling and it was enough for his cum to flood you with ease.
PRESENT DAY
“Please…I would not be angry, sweet girl. You can tell me.” Rhaenyra whispered as she gently took your hand. The situation had occurred on many occasions now; it was nothing new to be asked by your mother who the father of the babe to be was. “Mother, I've told you..I don’t want to speak about it.” You whispered; your free hand settled on the large, swollen stomach. Rhaenyra could only sigh as she gracefully moved to stand. “Daemon will look after you. I will be back from the office soon.” You sweetly nodded your head as she lent in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
The mention of Daemon had you looking to the side where your stepfather stood; eyes locked on you with that smirk that never seemed to leave him on his face. “Goodbye mother…” You called out as she looked over her shoulder with a wave. “Hmm, if only she knew….” Daemon whispered just as the door fell shut. “She would think you such a little slut.” He continued as you began to shake your head; eyes so wide as he stalked closer. His hands moved under your dress as you leaned away; practically lying down on the rich, beautifully coloured sofa. “And she would not be wrong..” His fingers were soon brushing over your wet, bare pussy.
“I wonder why you are not dressed properly.” He cooed whilst moving to crawl over your body but not before tugging down your dress and allowing your much bigger, leaking breasts to bounce freely. His larger hands roughly palming at them without care. “Please…we should—.” Any words you had wanted to speak were muffled into moans as your eyes rolled back. Daemon had already unzipped himself; his fat cock tapping against your pretty, sensitive clit. “We both know you will be begging for this soon enough.” His taunts had a flush of pink running down your body as your back arched.
Your body melted at his expert touch as he slowly pushed in; your hands reached for his hips to hold onto whilst you whined and babbled nonsense. His hand slowly brushed over your stomach as his eyes darkened in desire at the mere sight of it. Oh, how he had been so proud of himself at the sight of your pregnancy. Daemon grunted in your ear as his hips rocked with practised ease; the obscene, wet sounds your creamy pussy made echoed in the room. He couldn’t stop himself now as your sweet, ample breasts bounced; begging for attention. Attention he gave without care as his hot mouth was soon engulfing them.
In the MCU, Tony sometimes acts like a kid. There is a reason behind every behavior, so I wondered what it was like for him when he was a real kid.
So, the questions of the day: what do we know about Tony's childhood? Did he have one? And, most importantly, how did it affect him?
Let’s first list what we know from the movies:
At age 4 Tony built his first circuit board (IM1)
At age 6 built his first engine (IM1)
Was sent to a boarding school by Howard (IM2)
Cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare (AoU)
Had a nanny until the age of 14 (IM3)
Went to college at 14 (IM1)
Built Dum-E and U when he was there (IM1)
At 17 graduated summa cum laude from MIT (IM1)
Continued his education until his parents’ death (CW)
Tony’s genius gave him two things: the brain and the pain. And by the pain, I mean that instead of interacting and bonding with his parents, enjoying life, playing, having fun, making friends, taking care of pets, and all the other things children do to gradually prepare for adulthood and grow up "healthy", he got this list of achievements. That doesn’t make a person normal.
Parents
We know his relationship with Howard was complicated. Howard loved him in his own way. He had too many things to do to be a good father: SI, S.H.I.E.L.D., scientific projects, trying to build a better future with clean energy, etc. All good, except when you want your child to love you back. Especially if in the tiny amount of time you spend with him, you don’t show him any signs of affection.
What do we know about Maria? Her name, what she looked like, that she played the piano, and died at Winter Soldier’s hand on Dec 16, 1991. That’s it. She didn’t spend much time with Tony either. Remember, he even had a nanny, instead of a mother. Tony's words about her showed that he loved her, but he didn't talk much about her. Because she wasn’t present in his life enough. Why? Because…
School
Howard sent Tony to a boarding school.
Here’s in the S.H.I.E.L.D.s file we have this information about the school:
“Phillips Academy, Andover, MA 1977-1984”
This means he was there from age 7 to 14. Howard sent him to a boarding school when he was SEVEN.
Phillips Academy Andover serves grades 9-12 only (it is a college preparatory school). Thus, either this is a mistake by the creators of the film/file, or Tony, due to his genius, became an exception. Since the early age he was already at school was also mentioned in IM2 tie-in comics, and in Earth-616 that was also 7, we can mark 1977-1984 as valid.
Think about it again: Tony was sent to boarding school in another state when he was 7 years old. He spent another 7 years there, alone, among high school-aged teenagers. No parents around, no peers.
For example, even Hogwarts accepts 11-year-old children, and they live with their peers. Now imagine Harry Potter, at the age of 7, is thrown into a dorm with 7th-year students and locked there. Doesn’t make a person normal either, does it?
Nannies and Jarvis
Since Tony was at the boarding school, there are two options for how he could have a nanny (mentioned in IM3) and spend time with Edwin Jarvis:
1) He was at the boarding school with a nanny. There is almost no possibility that the nanny was Edwin Jarvis because Jarvis was Howard’s butler and had other responsibilities.
2) He had a nanny at home in the summer and during short school breaks. In this case, his parents couldn’t even give him this little of their precious time.
In any case, he could only see Jarvis at home, a few months a year at most.
Note: There is a date error in IM3, stating Tony was 14 in 1983. This is clearly an error and we can omit this detail.
Bullying
Remember this dialog between Tony and Harley in IM3?
0:45:15 – Harley asks him how he knew he was being bullied at school. Tony doesn't answer. He gives him a non-lethal flash thing to "discourage bullying."
We see that Tony knew exactly what was going on with Harley at school. Because that’s exactly what happened to him there. Harley reminded him of himself. Brilliant kid with no friends and practically no parents. He was bullied by 9th-12th graders.
If he had a nanny with him at the school, that probably made things even worse. He would be bullied because he has a nanny, and despite he has one to look after him.
In Part 2 we will discuss how all this affected him. Stay tuned.
If any writer here wants to torture Touya with new and inventive ways classical background/Harumuchi specifically could limit him in performing, or otherwise possible scenarios, here's some fun ideas under the cut for you.
1) Memory slips. Harumichi method of teaching was (bad) to start the piece from the very beginning the moment Touya made a mistake. While that probably reflected poorly on Touya's ability to roll with mistakes in general, I think it would be most prominent with memory slips.
With performing, especially solo, the moment your next movement slips your mind, recovering is very difficult. The stress response from your brain actually stops you from thinking rationally, so you begin to panic more and more the more you hesitate. Because of this, many classical and all sorts of performers practice getting "unstuck". There are different methods, but most agree that you should have a check-point in a piece that you know you can come back to if you mess up. More advanced players usually think that "your checkpoint should be everywhere", i.e you should be able to start playing from literally any place in the music on a whim - so if you make a mistake, you can recover easier.
Im general, only learning to play the whole piece and re-starting if you make a mistake will damage that precious skill critically. If Touya is so used to drilling everything to perfection, he's not used to the idea that you should just keep going. He probably didn't need to, either.
Imagine Touya just. Forgets his lyrics and instead of ad-libbing them he just. Stares blankly, freaking out.
2) Loud audience. Double for autistic/neurodivergent Touya and the possibility of sensory overload. The audience during classical concerts/recitals is very quiet. You're not supposed to clap, cough, much less talk or yell, until the piece is over.
Adjusting from that to how loud the livehouse is, and the fact that that loud is a good thing that he should enjoy, could potentially be a rough ride for early Bad Dogs Touya.
3) In a similar vein: actually having to move during performing. Canonically, Touya isn't the most athletic person, but I don't even mean that in that way. More of a... Touya is a pianist. He's also a violinist, but primarily, he is a pianist. All he does there is sit. His position is clearly defined, he knows his role. Even with violin, you don't really move much while playing.
Singing at a livehouse is different. Where is he supposed to go? When should he dance? When to call out to the audience? How mindful he should be around equipment? Touya and measuring the size of the stage by pacing back and forth so he doesn't run into a wall on accident while still getting used to the fact that just standing on stage is no longer acceptable.
These are just something from the top of my head! I think it would be interesting to see those details, but I don't think Sega would show us, haha.
hey guys, hope y’all like this fic. I usually don’t post most of my works but i felt inspired to post this one. this is a fic based on a song from my native language, hope y’all have fun reading it. I have posted the translation of the song after each excerpt of the original lyrics, please let me know if I should just post the translation without the original. The original lyrics are truly beautiful but idk if the translation does any justice lol. Also blue lines are original lyrics in my native language, purple are translations of the lyrics. I did omit a line or two from the whole song even though they're still pretty good because they won't make sense to anyone else who isn't a native to my language. And I included one such lyric, about Ghantasala, who is a really well renowned composer and lyricist in my country, so hope that helps.
Gojo Satoru x Gn!Reader x Geto Suguru
Warnings: angst, fluff, love triangle, one sided love (Gojo), no mention of y/n, also somewhat long due to the song lyrics added.
Cha! vadiki
na meeda preme ledhu
He doesn’t love me you know
No! he loves you, he loves you so much
Avuna, entha?
“Tch! He doesn’t have any love for me .
He doesn’t love me you know”
“No! he loves, he loves you so much"
"Really? How much?”
It was a crucial day for you. You’re born into an elite clan, which may seem like a blessing but it’s far from it. For your clan’s elders, you’re just an asset for politics. They decide what you do since the moment you’re born, and now they arranged a marriage for you with another member of the allied clan. But your heart belonged to someone else, Geto Suguru. He was your first love and you’re his. Suguru, Satoru, Shoko, and you were inseparable throughout your school years. Although at the beginning you and Satoru didn’t get along at all. But the fact you were oblivious to was that, he was in love with you, and he didn’t know how to express it in a proper way. Coming back to present, today was the day you and Suguru planned your escape from your clan’s house. You both planned to elope out to some other remote area and live out your lives over there with peace. But your lover was MIA. You loved Suguru but sometimes you felt if you’ll ever be more important than his mission to him. And to your surprise Satoru showed up at the spot you and Suguru planned to meet at.
“I’m sorry, He told me to pick you up. He tried to come, but he got held up.” Satoru looked guilty, you didn’t know why he’s always defending Suguru even when he’s in the wrong, but you understood that their friendship was something too precious.
“Satoru, does he even love me? Be honest,” you sounded so vulnerable that Satoru wanted nothing more than to console you. So he held your shoulder while he whispered, ”He does, He loves you so much.”
“Really? How much?”
Aa, enthante aan…
Modhati sari nuvvu nannu chusinappudu, kaliginatti kopam antha
Modhati sari nenu matladinappudu, periginatti dwesham antha
Modhati sari neku muddhu pettinappudu, jariginatti dhosham antha
Chivari sari neeku nijam cheppinapudu, teerinatti bhaaram antha
Oo inkaa…
“Hmm, how much huh?
As intense as your anger towards me when we first met
As much as your increased hatred towards me when I first spoke to you.
As much as the problematic kiss that I gave you
As much as the relief I felt when I finally confessed to you”
“Ooh tell me more….”
“Remember when we first met?” Satoru reminded you with a nostalgic smile.
You both started out on a very wrong foot. He flirted with you at a party immediately after dumping your classmate. You knew about his fuckboy antics and disliked him because of all the rumours, so that didn’t take well with you. It way before you realised the person behind that careless and flirty persona.
“Yeah of course I do,” You smiled remembering those old days too and how much you misunderstood Satoru back then, no back then he was just Gojo.
“Well what if I say, Sugu loves you as much as you hated me at the beginning of our friendship, and as much as your anger when I kissed you because of that stupid dare.” He said with a cheeky smile.
You couldn’t help but let a little chuckle at his witty comparisons, he’s really good with his words. And as much as the relief I felt when I confessed to you when you’re drunk one night, thought Satoru. And he made sure not to say it out loud.
“But we can discuss this more on the way, wanna start?” He asked as he presented his hand for you to take.
Ae, andamaina ne kaali kinda tirige, nelakunna baruvantha
Neeli neeli ni kalla lona merise, ningi ki unnu vayasantha
Challanaina ni swasa lona tonige, galikunna gathamantha
Churrumanna ni choopulona egise, nippu lanti nijamantha
Baby he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so much
Baby he loves you, he loves you so much.
“As much as the light that weaves the world during sunrise
As pure as the foam stuck on a calf’s mouth after getting nursed
As precious as the mango pickle mixed with a day old rice
As much as a young maiden’s desire for a partnership
As much as the weight of the earth under your pretty feet
As much as the age of the sky which shines in your dark eyes
As much as the history of air in the cool breaths you take
As intense as the truth reflecting in your fiery eyes
Baby he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so much
Baby he loves you, he loves you so much.”
“Oh my god! I really enjoyed the trip we took back then.” You reminisced along with Satoru as you both are a bit further on your journey away from your childhood hell.
“I know right, it was the best trip so far. We never had as much fun later on.” Satoru hummed, “this reminds me, Sugu loves you as much as the bright sun on that beach, as much as the blue of the ocean water, as much as the relief from the popsicles after that swim in the heat.” He said with an intense emotion you missed to catch in his eyes and voice.
“Oh god! Are you still going on about that?” You groaned as embarrassment overtook you but appreciated the fact that he is so sweet like this, trying to reassure you when you felt vulnerable.
“Yes of course, it’s my duty as Sugu’s bestfriend and also yours to make sure you know how much he loves you.” He quickly added at your embarrassed groans.
Baby he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so much
Baby he loves you, he loves you so much.
“As much as the life in the green fields, as meaningful as ghantasala’s song
As homely as the fragrances from kitchen during festivals
As much as the bitterness of a neem branch, as much as the debate at a court
As much as the preachings of the holy book
As much as the reflection of the moon in the river water
As much as the Christmas which occurs every year
As much as a mom’s reprimands when we cause an uproar
As much as the amount of flowers which blossom after a rain
As much as the anxiety in a student who is taking a test
As much as the courage of a sportsman who challenges a thousand people
Baby he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so much
Baby he loves you, he loves you so much.”
“Do you remember when Sugu challenged the rival school’s star student?” Satoru questioned you as you sipped on your drink which you got at a highway gas station.
“Ooh yeah, what was his name again? Akio or something right?” You questioned as you tried to jog that memory.
“Well he challenged him because he made some crude comments about you. He was about to go punch the shit out of him but Shoko talked him into challenging him for a training mission instead, which obviously Suguru won,” he commented with a proud lilt to his voice.
“Wait really? I didn’t know that.” You were surprised that Suguru was willing to pick a fight for you. You always thought he was the more levelheaded of y’all after Shoko.
“Well I’m pleasantly surprised. Thank you for this Satoru. Really I mean it.” You were grateful for the way he handled this, you were excited to see Suguru as you almost reached Suguru’s and your new place.
As you got out of the car, Suguru was waiting with open arms for you. You rushed into his arms and punched him a little for not coming himself to pick you up when you were so worried about the situation already. He chuckled at that and expressed his apologies as he hugged you tightly.
Entha gayam aina hai gane marche, na thippi sneham antha
Baby he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so much
Baby he loves you, loves you, I love you so much. ♥
“As much as the endless distance between us even after we got close
As much as the line both of us couldn’t cross even though we reached it
As much as the pain you cause me with our memories even though I bear it
As much as the way in which the pain subsides because of his and my sweet friendship
Baby he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so much
Baby he loves you, loves you, I love you so much”
Satoru got out of his car and witnessed you in his bestfriend’s arms. Both of you gazing at each other with so much love and sweet smiles. He knew he was never meant to fall for you. But it was hard not to. He fell for you first, but it doesn’t matter because you and Suguru fell for each other. He tried to move on, but it’s not that easy. He finally realised that he’ll always love you from the sidelines, if he can just witness you be happy, even if it’s with his bestfriend. But he meant everything he said, he did love you so much, not just Suguru but also him. He loves you so much, that he’s willing to give up on his love for your love.
“Hey Satoru! Why are you staring at us like that? Come on let’s go inside it looks like it’s gonna rain.” You called to him sweetly as you and Suguru turned your backs to him and started walking towards your new home. He wiped away the stray tear that managed to escape his strong confinement.
I was tagged!!!! thank you @ursae-minoris-world, you're truly so so kind to think of me.
I'll be real honest, I'm only on tumblr very intermittently and I don't really know how to use the platform at all. I'm scared that my formatting will be really messy and make people angry if I put a wall of text on their feed. So hopefully I figure out how to do the jump cut. But I just finished a fic so it's very fun to do one of these and talk about my writing. And I always like to see other people too, so I thought, hey I will give it a shot. Here's the questions:
How many works do you have on ao3? Right now I just finished my 74th work on ao3! Fifty four of those are vld, twenty four are sheith proper
2. What's your total word count on ao3? 993,716 words. I'm set to hit a million this year, I think!
3. What fandoms do you write for? LOL can you believe it? We're still loving Mr. Keith Voltron in the glorious year of our lord 2024
4. What are your top five fic by kudos? Oh well, my sk friends aren't going to be impressed--- my kl fics always take top spots for kudos and bookmarks. I attribute this not to talent or popularity but just because that side of the fandom has a much wider reach. For the sake of the questionnaire, I'll answer properly, in order: 'it's you that's haunting me' takes the top spot by a wide margin at 2,591 kudos to date. 'that mullet, etc' is currently at 1,788 kudos, and after that it's 'cross my heart,' 'swapping out silence,' and 'things that go bump in the night.'
5. Do you respond to comments? I do! for me, one of the best parts of fic is the community between authors and their audience. For the majority of my fandom life I've considered myself more of a reader than a writer, so I really treasure it when I leave a comment and an author responds. It's so special. As an author, I do respond to every comment, though sometimes it takes me a long time. I'm always so impressed that people are not only reading my words but digesting them and thinking on them too. It's wild to me. A very precious gift.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, my friend, that fic is yet to come. the wip I've got on my closest back burner has a real humdinger of an angsty ending. I'm excited about it. hmmmm if I had to answer now.....I'm not sure! usually I'm a happy ending kind of girl
7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? well well well, now I have to answer this one properly don't I? Are we thinking happiest like 'biggest emotional pay off for the reader'? Or happiest like 'Keith is wildly happy' by the end? I think 'heart nailed open' has a very good emotional pay off (though I wrote it so perhaps I can't judge too well on behalf of the reader). If I am really thinking, in which fic is Keith truly the happiest he could ever be by the end...well, I try always to make Keith happy but, in 'the whole story' he has everything he could ever want AND a very nice couch.
8. Do you get hate on fics? Not routinely. I did, actually, get a very nasty comment on a fic in 2023 and it legitimately hurt my feelings. Made me feel like I should not be writing at all, actually. But, can you believe it? Friends came out of the woodwork-- people I rarely talk to, even-- and jumped in my comments section and really defended me. like, I really had all kinds of people on my side, defending me! So that meant a lot to me, and I was honestly so surprised, and I'd like to give every one of those friends the kindest hand press because I really did feel very taken care of in the aftermath.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh, I don't know! I have plenty of E rated fics but I don't know if I will ever master a true PWP. to me, the sex scenes I write are not so original or exciting, nothing to really write home about lol. I'm not a fan of publicly being negative about my stuff, so I will simply say that I wish I could write some really off beat toe curling wild kink, but it's probably just not my personality to do so LOL
Is this getting really long?? should I be embarrassed ? should I close the tab and never think on this again? hmmm no
10. Do you write cross overs? Cross overs with what, my dear? There's only one Keith
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Oh I think 'it's you that's haunting me' strolled on over to wattpad or some such site without my permission back in the day, but I've never really looked into it. What I don't know cannot hurt me, right? I highly doubt that there's been some crazy highway robbery for perfchan words.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I don't think I have! But I did have someone ask to record a podfic for one of my stories, and I was so flattered and thrilled!!!!!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! I don't have much interest in this, I am very shy about my writing and I fear I would be too cagey to be a very good collaborator.
14. what's your all time favorite ship? Keith x Being Loved and Cherished the Way He Ought to Be
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? (covers face) I don't have any unfinished WIPs.... it's not in my Type A personality to leave things undone.....
16. What are your writing strengths? This is something to really ponder!!! What /are/ my strengths!!! huh!!! well. I figured out early on that my favorite things to write are atmospheric and setting heavy -- both my most popular fic (it's you that's haunting me) and my most personally beloved fic (heart nailed open) have this in common: they have a lot of detail about the setting, and a lot of effort put into ~vibes~ of the story. so I think, if I could be self indulgent and chose which writing bits I'm good at, it's that type of thing. I really like crafting a scene you can settle into with all of your senses
17. what are your writing weaknesses? too many to list!!! I very often read my own writing and I always enjoy it (I wrote it for myself afterall) but sometimes I wonder....why did I spend so long on this particular bit? I think I am not very good at making a story tight. I wish I could master the art of being able to 'trim the fat' so to speak, really be precise with the story, but I simply don't have the chops! I can never understand how to make it better than I already have! perhaps if I keep writing long enough, I will get better at this
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? this question would really open up a can of worms on the kl side of the fandom LOL. I will admit it, I've had Lance speak spanish a time or two. I don't speak spanish myself so in those rare instances I have been VERY careful to keep things straightforward and try really really hard to not be cringe worthy to native speakers
19. First fandom you wrote for? the first thing I posted online was a USUK fic in a hetalia LJ comm. I can distinctly remember the first time I ever read a fic with *there was only one bed* (it was usuk) and WHEN I TELL YOU MY EYES WERE OPENED. I was forever changed on that day. of course I wanted to try my hand at writing after that
20. Favorite fic you've written? You would ask me to chose a favorite of my children!!! Oh! I simply could not!!! No, seriously, it's 'heart nailed open.' I love that fic
This got so long !!!!!! I can't imagine anyone reading all this !!!!!!!! but omg if you did thank you!!!!!! I'm shy about tagging people in the best of times, and like I said at the very beginning, I am very very shaky on tumblr etiquette, so I had better not tag anyone. but if my friends enemytosleep or grem or kacy or monday happen to see this, I would be very excited to read your responses!!! okay bye!!
why are daphne and velma kinda so irritating in this show though
like i think ive already mentioned velma being shitty to shaggy and how its just so hard to watch no matter the reason lol
but also daphne chasing after fred so hard even though she can barely stand the things he likes and acts like he needs to stop liking it so much instead of her... like girl stop shitting on the mans fixation. he can love both of you AND HE DOES?
like the guys are just trying to vibe
id like to say this is me criticising the people who wrote this show more than anything
riko!! hello hello! is #15 ok for the ask game?? v curious<3
MOSS!!!! hi pretfy 🫶🫶 so sweet of u to drop by <3 no. 15 for the ask game ! w/ my depressing pooks aki 🙆♂️🙆♂️
tbh… probably casual. my thinking is that we literally js dressed up and then left 4 a courthouse marriage, but if we were to have an actual wedding ceremony itd probably be casual bc neither of us wanna blow money on that stuff if that makes any sense… yeah…..