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chuluoyi · 2 days

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✎ throughout heaven and earth

- gojo satoru x reader

a sudden mission. a curse beyond your grade. all hell breaks loose when gojo realizes that there are hidden machinations behind the incident that befalls you

genre: feral!gojo, injured!reader, hurt/comfort, exponential fluff !

note: we need a gojo who will go ballistic against the higher-ups for dragging you in their mess :) refer to this for the reader's CT, and this loosely takes place after the events in heaven's fury, and the epilogue is based on this very brilliant idea :))

a part of gojo's love entries

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Something isn’t right.

You should’ve known it was strange when they assigned you with a sudden mission with little to no briefing. You should’ve gone through with your gut feeling and informed Satoru about it.

Because if you did... now you wouldn’t be running for your life like this, frantically dodging the hacks and slashes of this chainsaw-like cursed spirit that was evidently not a Grade 2 as what you were told.

“Ah!” you yelped as the sharp ends of its body struck your shoulder, leaving you bleeding openly. This was no small wound—it was deep enough to make you stagger.

You had to do something about this because merely avoiding wouldn’t save your life. You had to come back in one piece. You have to— for your baby and Satoru.

What if I can’t? The sheer thought made you tremble. Your baby boy was still so little and he needed you more than anyone, and Satoru...

God, you couldn’t bear to leave him alone. Not again. He couldn't handle losing someone again, not after all he had already lost.

You gripped your whip—your cursed weapon—tightly amidst your bleeding hand. You had barely enough cursed energy for a domain expansion that guaranteed a sure-hit effect. You have one shot. This was all or nothing.

But you weren’t sure if it would work, because you were on the verge of exhaustion, and this was a special grade curse. Your domain expansion was definitely not as refined as the Satoru’s, and this monster was an enemy of his class.

“Satoru...” your voice came out in a sob. You were terribly scared, and honestly you were entitled to. You weren’t even sure you would survive this at all, and all you could think now was your husband’s silly grin and how much you loved him.

And right afterwards, you saw the cursed spirit lunging at you, and with everything left that you had, you screamed—

“Domain Expansion: Transcendent Veil!”

“Gojo-sensei, p-please come back... Nee-san is...!”

Satoru was in Kyoto when he received that call from Megumi— and that moment shattered his world as he knew it.

“Megumi, what is it?”

“She w-was sent on a mission... but then it's a special grade— a-and... she... she e-exorcised it b-but—!”

He teleported without second thought to Tokyo. His mind was blank, the only sound he could hear was his own violent heartbeats, and his fists were clenched so tightly.

“The cursed spirit got her too… It made a cut on her neck.”

His most precious wife... the one person he must protect at all cost, was now possibly—

“Megumi.” He saw him sitting on the hallway of the headquarters’ hospital the with his son on his lap—you had asked him to look after your baby—and the boy looked up to him.

“Gojo-sensei...” Megumi appeared shaken, and seeing that, Satoru immediately took his child from his hands, pulling the little kid into his embrace.

“Go back home, I’ll stay here.”

In all his life, Megumi had never seen Gojo Satoru as calm as he was now. He looked fearsome, as if he was in the battlefield.

“Ichiji.” Satoru turned to the other man rigidly standing next to Megumi, causing him to stiffen up even more. He didn’t say anything further as he pat his little son’s back, and yet Ichiji knew all the same what he wanted from him.

“It’s from… the higher ups, Gojo-san.” Ichiji gulped as he said it. “Y/N-san was suddenly called in yesterday night, and she was told it was an urgent mission.”

“Who called her?”

“It was…”

When Ichiji told him the name, suddenly Satoru barked a snort, and his lips curled into a manic grin. It was a menacing sight for both Ichiji and Megumi, as he looked almost unhinged if not for his secure grip on his son.

But contrary to what they were thinking, what filled Satoru at that moment was pure, unadulterated fury. A righteous sense of being crossed—because, how fucking dare they?

Those higher ups first pressed him to execute Yuji, and when he paid them no mind… now they staged this atrocity against you, most definitely to serve as a warning to him.

“Ichiji, tell them that I’ll pay a visit tomorrow. And drive Megumi home tonight.”

He would make his point loud and clear. He would show them how wrong it was to ever test him. But…

The plan barely satisfied him. They hurt you. His heart finally lurched as he processed the fact… when he heard his baby’s soft whimper against his shoulder.

. . .

You sustained serious injuries, but finally, you were out of critical condition.

When Satoru was allowed to see you, you were still connected to many monitors and breathing machine. He brought your baby too inside, and upon clearly seeing both of them, suddenly your eyes welled up with tears.

“Hey…” his hand gripped yours reassuringly. You sniffled when the strain of your broken ribs made you almost cry out in pain, and Satoru immediately calmed you down.

“Sweets— hey, don’t cry, yeah? You did good.” He pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You did freaking good. You’re okay now. You’re going to recover, yeah?”

You gave him a tearful little nod, feeling so grateful that you could see him again. And unbeknownst to you, seeing you like this broke his heart too.

“Mwa...” your baby, cradled in your husband’s arms, suddenly stretched his tiny hands towards you, and Satoru handed him over for you to hold.

With the little strength you possessed, you reached out to stroke his soft cheeks. Your son... the thought of how close you came to death brought another tear rolling down your cheek.

All sort of thoughts went through Satoru’s head at the sight. His wife, the mother of his son, who is proud of him for everything he does—

—and their sorry asses dared to hurt you.

Suddenly all he saw was red.

And he swore he would make it right to you. Soon.

“Ah, Satoru-kun… to what I owe the pleasure?”

“…I’ve heard that it was you who assigned that special grade mission to my wife, correct?”

“Oh, that. First of all, I must apologize for my... oversight. We were misinformed... Our scouts made a mistake while filling the files.”

Satoru was trying not to lose his composure first thing after coming here. Really.

But the knowing tone of the elderly Jujutsu Commander only fueled his rage, growing stronger the longer he stood behind this stupid paper divider.

“So it’s a mistake, huh?” he repeated in a satire manner. “Then do you know that my wife has just gotten out of her maternity leave this week?”

The man behind the divider chuckled quietly. “Satoru-kun… I know the sentiment. Of course you’ll be worried, and it did end in a rather… unfortunate incident. However, jujutsu sorcerers are bound to their duty, and your wife cannot rely too heavily on her status as a member of the Gojo clan to be excluded from—”

Fuck it. He had no patience any longer.

“Seems like I need to be a lot rougher, after all.”

Suddenly the room crackled with electricity and the Jujutsu Commander gasped at the sense of foreboding he felt. “Gojo, you can’t—!”

“Heh, but I can.” He let out the most satisfied laugh before opening his palm and chanting in a lower voice: “Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”

In a matter of seconds, the audience chamber of jujutsu headquarters turned into a pile of destruction. The commander barely made it out the deadly vacuum vortex with a shriek.

“Ah! N-no! Get a-away from me!” Satoru stared down at him coldly through his unobstructed heavenly eyes, as he pitifully tried to crawl away. He took one step towards him, stomped on his hand ruthlessly—causing the man to scream, before he got down to his level.

“N-no! Please, s-spare me...!”

“This is my first and last warning to you.” It was beyond terrifying, to see those six eyes in this close proximity. But even more dreadful was the tight chokehold on his throat—

“If you ever try to pull this idiotic stunt again on my wife, know that I can and I will snap your neck.” Satoru’s face split into a sinister grin as he tapped the man’s nape, before he crushed the bone on his hand with a crack and made him howl. “Remember that, yeah?”

. . . that day, none in jujutsu headquarters dared to spread any word about Gojo Satoru’s outrageous conduct, even when it was an attack against their own highest ranking leader.

“Satoru, you don’t have to, really—”

“Nuh, uh! I’ve promised you I’ll nurse you back to health!”

Unaware of anything and everything, you thought that your loving husband was a silly jester trying to make you feel better. On the fifth day of your stay in hospital, you were well enough to eat solid food, and Satoru insisted on spoon feeding you the fruits he cut himself.

“Good girl,” he praised with a wholly playful smile as you chewed on the watermelon. You looked at him with a mock frown, pursing your lips.

“You’re making me look like a kid.”

“You are, in fact, my second kid, so I have all rights to baby you.”

You let out a giggle, but then suddenly your throat felt like it was closing in and you coughed. Instinctively, you reached for your neck— your fingers tracing the scar there.

You still could remember the sense of paralyzing fear you felt as soon as your neck was cut. The heavy bleeding that followed, the way the world blacking out around you…

“Sweets…?” Satoru put down the plate and got a grip on your trembling figure. He gently pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. “Hey, look at me. Look at me, hmm?”

Your frantic eyes locked onto his, and your rapid breathing steadied. Your clammy hand reached out to touch his face... before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around him.

“Sweetheart…” Satoru hugged you back in return, sighing against the nape on your neck, as he planted a soft kiss there.

You tried your best not to cry but it was hard not to while remembering everything.

“I-I was so scared…”

“Mhm.”

“I-I kept thinking… w-what if I c-can’t see you… or baby again…? I… I s-still want to do a lot of… things… w-with you…”

The way you shook in his arms like a fragile leaf made something inside him burn. He was supposed to provide you with security, give you a life far removed from curses—

Having left that warning against the higher-ups wasn’t enough, he should’ve made him beg for his life more—

“Listen to me,” Satoru said as he broke the hug, the deep frown in his grave expression made you almost sob. He gently wiped your overflowing tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“Stop thinking that. You’re alright. You’re going to get better. You and me—we are going to raise our son together.”

You took in each of his words fully, even as your lips quivered.

“And mark my words…” Right in this moment, you thought that your husband was most dashing as he gave you his promises—as his blue eyes glimmered under the light. “They won’t ever lay their hands on you ever again. Not while I’m here. Not ever. I already made sure of that.”

You were curious about what he did, but you chose not to press further when Satoru leaned in suddenly and brushed his lips against yours in a soft kiss, melting your heart into mush.

When he pulled away, it was his usual teasing grin on his handsome face. “Now, I only have one duty left— that is to get my cute wife back on her feet. So, be a good little wifey and have lots of fruits and sleep, okay?”

You giggled freely this time, feeling tremendously safe and loved, and instead of answering, you chose to peck his lips instead— hoping that he’d know that you trusted him with your whole life.

. . .

“By the way… Satoru, where’s our baby?” you missed your pumpkin, and while being with your funny husband lifted your spirits, you wanted to cuddle him too.

He chuckled in response. “Ah! Since Megumi is on an assignment, I left him with Ichiji earlier! Don’t worry, I’ll come pick him up soon, ‘kay?”

Epilogue

“I’m going out for a bit, and if you ever make him upset or cry… I can and I will sense it! So Ichiji—do your best!”

“Bwa…”

“Eeek!”

Ichiji stared at Baby Gojo with literal sweat on his forehead, as the little being curiously looked up at him.

By all means, this baby was adorable. Even more so when his father dressed him in a shark onesie. It was a peculiar choice—just like any of Gojo’s choices were—but it sure made the baby look even more endearing.

But the thing is… he didn’t feel secure enough to hold him! Especially when he didn’t know if Gojo’s claim of telepathic connection with his son was true or not!

Amidst his thoughts, suddenly Ichiji felt a soft touch on his arm and immediately turned to find the little munchkin putting his little hand on him and staring at him with such pureness unbefitting of Gojo Satoru’s son.

How can this baby be a stark contrast to his father? Ichiji was almost tempted to snuggle him, but he knew better.

“O-oh… d-don’t touch me…”

And as he retracted his hand back, the baby suddenly widened his eyes, feeling betrayed apparently, as his little lips wobbled and face scrunched up, so ready to burst into tears—

“Hic…”

“—!! Nooo! Don’t cry! Your father will fry me! Eeek!!”

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ophelisstuff · 1 day

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hi lovely ! could you maybe do a paige x singer :)

HOME REMEDY | P.B x Reader

authors note : this one’s rlllly short but enjoy!

requested by : anon

word count : 531

summary : when Paige falls sick, she counts on her favorite home remedy to ease the pain.

warnings : mentions of sickness

You stood in the kitchen, monitoring the pot boiling on the stovetop. The contents being the ingredients to the soup Paige loved to eat when under the weather.

The blonde had fallen victim to a case of strep throat that had been spreading all throughout campus for weeks. Coming home a few days ago and complaining about how horrible she felt.

She had spent the past few days sulking in bed, being kept company by you, the television and her phone.

Complaining about how much practice she was missing and how she needed to get better as soon as possible. She even found herself resorting to home remedies — which barely worked.

The only bright side to the situation was the fact that Paige could hear you sing. Which created a wave of calmness for her whenever you used your voice.

Throughout the few days she had been home, Paige had asked you to sing for her — back to back. Never growing tired of the soft melody in her ear — distracting her from the discomfort of their throat.

You sighed as the familiar sound of footsteps trailed down the hallway, ready to scold Paige for getting out of bed again because she was supposed to be resting.

“Paige, you’re supposed to be in bed resting honey” You said, turning around to face the girl who was rummaging the kitchen cabinets for snacks she wasn’t supposed to have.

“Well, it’s not my fault my throat hurts” She shrugged, searching for any snack that caught her eye.

“Well, if you stayed in bed and actually took the medicine it wouldn’t”

The blonde groaned as you spoke, knowing you were right but not wanting to admit it.

“The medicine tastes like chemicals! And besides, I found a new home remedy that’s guaranteed to work.”

Covering the pot with it’s designated lid, you turned around to look at Paige with an eyebrow raised in amusement. “Another one? wouldn’t it be simpler to take the medication.”

“I’ll start taking it after this home remedy” Paige swore, a smile on her face as she looked at you.

“And what home remedy is it that’s guaranteed to cure your strep throat?” You asked, ready to hear some nonsense she’d found on tiktok.

“Studies show that hearing other people sing can help cure strep throat. Preferably when you’re laying down with the person and singing to them.”

Paige lied, knowing that you both knew that was an excuse to get you back in bed and cuddled up with her.

“And where did you find this home remedy from?” You asked, biting back a smile as you shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it babe. Just know it’s from a trusted Doctor.”

Turning the stove off, you took the medicine out of the cabinet and turned the face Paige. Knowing you could never tell the girl who owned your heart no, especially when she was under the weather like this.

“i’ll be there in a few minutes, go lay down”

And with that Paige darted out of the kitchen and into the shared bedroom. Ready to fall asleep in your arms, listening to the calmness of your voice.

#paige bueckers x reader #anon <3 #wlw #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies #paigebueckersheadcanons #paige bueckers

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dduane · 2 days

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What are your thoughts on companies like this that offer 'coaching services' for hopeful unpublished novelists?

This smells of scam to me but maybe I'm just a cynic:

Publishing Your Book

Query Letter Coaching/Editing – $550 per book (this includes two passes)

Synopsis Coaching & Editing – $750 per book (this includes two passes)

Proposal Coaching & Editing – $1,500 per book

Traditional Publishing Coaching – $200/hour (finding an agent, crafting your proposal, etc.)

Indie Publishing – $1000 (distribution to all platforms for optimal international exposure, guidance on pricing, blurb-writing, logistics, and keywords)

ISBNs for Indie Publishing – $150 per book format. Free if publishing through [the company selling these coaching services]

Briefly: before I got involved with any such operation, I'd want to talk to (multiple) people they'd worked with previously and find out what kinds of experiences they'd had. And in line with this, I'd be extremely cautious about any operation that wasn't run by professionals with a verifiable track record, and which wouldn't offer verifiable examples of feedback from people whose reality as non-sockpuppets could also be confirmed. And whom you could contact without having to go through the company in question.

On other issues: I'm looking kind of askance at some of those prices. (Here adding the disclaimer: I know people who do this kind of work out of a grounding of significant expertise and in good faith, and I'm not clear on what they're charging because I haven't really looked into it... not particularly needing it myself at this late stage in the game.)

At least part of the problem I'm having with the prices being charged in your example is based on the knowledge of how very much information of this kind is available free online. And yeah, there's the old chestnut about "The advice is worth what you've paid for it"... but that has sort of an unspoken negative corollary: "Except when you've paid for it and it nonetheless turns out not to have been worth much."

The trouble with the non-independent-publishing suggestions is that all of them deal with imponderables. Even if all the advice you purchase from those people at all those varied prices is absolutely right on the money, there's still no way to guarantee that any of it is going to lead to success in getting query letters, synopses or proposals actually looked at. Which puts this whole concept squarely in the nature of a gamble.

Not that luck doesn't have a role to play in a professional writing career. Sometimes you're just standing in the right place at the right time with a manuscript in your hands. But getting the idea that you can depend on that luck for any reason is unwise... as divine Fortuna is anciently famous for wandering all over the room, blowing on other folks' dice. (And if this makes me sound like I fall well down on the "Fortune Favors The Prepared" end of the spectrum: yeah, that.)

My advice would be to spend a good long while online, thoroughly researching all the free sites that have info to offer on all the traditional-publishing-facing topics. Then, after exhausting the available possibilities, if you still think you need to engage paid professional assistance... make inquiries among as many verifiable professionals as you can non-invasively query, before parting with any money at all.

As regards the indie-oriented fees: I'm finding those pretty steep. The prices for ISBNs in particular bother me. (Especially since in many places you can routinely buy packages of ten for about what these folks would charge you for two.) Yes, they're free if you publish with them: that sounds lovely. But publishers would normally buy many of those packages of ten. Or packages of a hundred: the more ISBNs you buy at once, the cheaper they get. And if you're paying the company for other services, who cares about the ISBNs? They're making money off you in different ways. Possibly equally overpriced ones.

So to finish: this is very much caveat emptor territory. There will inevitably be scammers out there, claiming their rates to be less than "bigger companies" are charging, but still too much. Therefore... advance only with utmost care.

...And adding this: @petermorwood glanced at the price list over my shoulder and said, "I wouldn't touch any of those with a barge pole."

At any rate: HTH!

...And now a word regarding our regrettably fickle non-sponsor, via Ol' Blue Eyes. :)

#writing #writing advice #paying for breaking-in coaching #writing meta

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strangererotica · 12 hours

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Eddie Munson x Reader

You’ve asked Eddie to try something new tonight: you want him to get mean. As it turns out, Eddie takes to his new role surprisingly well. Includes degradation kink, use of words ‘bitch,’ and ‘puppy,’ directed toward Reader.

Eddie slammed the front door shut, making you jump. “(Y/N)?” Eddie called, his voice tinted with a white hot rage. “Where the hell are you?”

It was all a game, but the tone of his voice still sent a chill down your spine. And that was the point. You’d told Eddie how you wanted him to rough you up a little tonight (your exact words had been “get mean, Eddie…”) and what better way to start than by pretending to come home royally pissed off?

You left the kitchen and walked to the living room where Eddie had entered. When you saw him, the change in his features stole your breath for a few seconds. Eddie’s entire countenance was darker, his eyes glaring at you with an intensity that both excited and frightened you. Who was this? He looked like your Eddie, but…sinister. Completely unlike his true character. His commitment to the role you’d asked him to play was impressive, in the sexiest way possible…

He turned his key in the lock, staring you down while he did so. “Yeah,” Eddie snapped at you. “That’s right. You’re not going anywhere…”

It was hard not to giggle, because seeing this kind of behavior from Eddie was so…odd. It was similar to the experience of watching a horror movie; you’re scared, but it’s a fun kind of scared, because you know that none of it’s real; throughout the entire experience, your safety is guaranteed.

Your poorly-suppressed grin wasn’t missed by Eddie. He took a deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing coldly. “Somethin’ funny?” he practically growled.

You pulled your lips in, trying to hide your excitement. “Mmm-mmm,” you mumbled, shaking your head ‘no.’ But Eddie was hardly convinced.

He gently grabbed a handful of your hair, clutching it at the back of your neck. You gasped, the silly grin evaporating from your lips. “Since you wanna act like a bitch-.” Eddie tugged you closer. “-Why don’t you get on the ground where a bitch belongs?”

Your pulse was racing, heat warming your cheeks. Eddie was fucking good at this. You could feel your body responding to him, the soft pressure between your legs beginning to throb.

You went to your knees at Eddie’s feet, his hand at the top of your head, holding you in place. He unzipped his pants, freeing his stiff, leaking cock. Your mouth watered with the need to taste him, to trace the prominent veins lining his cock with your tongue. It was reflexive, the way you automatically wrapped your lips around Eddie’s tip.

But he was not pleased. Eddie yanked your head backwards, breaking the seal of your mouth on his cock with a loud pop.

“Is that how a good little bitch behaves?” Eddie scolded, his tone condescending. He held your head still and laid his dick across your face. Eddie’s balls rested under your chin, his shaft covering your face to your forehead, where his tip leaked precum into your hair.

“Hold still,” he ordered. “Like a good little puppy…You want your treat? You’ll have to earn it.” Eddie made you sit patiently at his feet, poised with his cock on your face, for a full thirty seconds. He was literally treating you like his bitch, a dog to be trained.

“Good girl,” Eddie finally said, and took hold of his cock by the base, rubbing his tip along your lips. “You’ve earned a taste. Now, if you want all of it-.” Eddie’s cock pulsed in his fist. “I’m gonna need to hear you bark…”

“And what if I refuse?” you asked, feeling daring. Eddie almost broke character as a grin formed on his lips. But he shook it away immediately, reverting back to ‘mean Eddie.’

“Then you’ll have to be punished,” he replied. Eddie put his cock away, pressing it against his stomach and zipping it behind his pants. You pouted, longing to taste Eddie’s cock again. He lifted you off your knees and brought you to the couch, where he sat, and pointed to the floor in front to him. “Down,” Eddie commanded.

You went to your knees, hoping Eddie would take his cock back out. He did, but not with the intention of letting you suck it. Eddie had other ideas.

He wrapped a hand around his shaft and lazily stroked himself. Eddie positioned one of his feet between your knees, his black leather boots clunking against the floor. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he explained. “You’re going to watch me jerk off, and make yourself come on my boot…”

You obediently pressed your pussy against Eddie’s boot, shivering slightly at the cold feeling of the leather. “That’s a good girl,” Eddie praised. You squeezed your thighs around his foot. “Do a good job humping my boot, ‘n maybe I’ll let you hump my cock next…”

Eddie’s arrogance had you dripping. You began to roll your hips forward and back, rubbing your cunt against Eddie’s boot while he stroked himself, just as he’d instructed. The softness of the leather felt so good as you smeared your cunt over it. Eddie’s breath was husky as he watched you, his eyes alternating between the space where your cunt met his boot, and the view of your breasts bouncing between his knees as you humped him.

“Fuck, honey,” Eddie panted, the look in his eyes gorgeously vulnerable. “That’s so fucking hot; Christ-we should have tried this a long time ago…”

With Eddie in the weakened state he was currently in, you sensed he might be willing to let you taste his cock again. Before you could ask, Eddie was already grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding your mouth over him. He used both his hands on top of your head to push you down, till you were swallowing his cock as far as you could take him.

The sound of your soft gurgles and grunts pushed Eddie over the limit. His fingers tightened inside your hair, a feral groan rumbling from his chest as he spilled his release against the back of your throat.

Finally tasting Eddie’s cum, after he’d made you wait so long for it, was like receiving a reward. You gulped Eddie’s semen and pressed your cunt more firmly into his boot, increasing the pace of your humping him. You felt the ache between your thighs grow shaper, reaching a peak, till you were coming on Eddie’s boot. Your slippery release gushed over the leather and ran down the sides of his boot, puddling on the floor between Eddie’s feet.

He pulled you onto the couch, holding you in his lap while both your breathing gradually returned to normal. Your gentle, sweet Eddie was back; and while you’d loved seeing him pretend to be someone else for awhile, you loved the real Eddie most of all…♥️

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presdestigatto · 16 hours

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what about sainz to red bull?

a few reasons why it doesn’t look likely now:

1) redbull wants to wait as long as possible before signing their 2nd driver, mainly because it incentivises checo to do well. they’ve said they won’t discuss contracts until the summer break & it’s in carlos’ interests to sign as early as possible. he could wait, but that means that his chances of being seatless next season grows.

also! there’s no guarantee that he can keep up his current form over the season, particularly with the imola updates which are rumoured to make the car focused more on the front end—which favours charles. already (china) charles is qualifying and finishing above him. if charles goes back to beating him comfortably that makes his bargaining power smaller. right now fresh off the aus win is the best time for him actually

2) helmet marko has basically said they have no interest in matching audi’s offer for carlos

3) the redbull seat is the most 2nd driver seat in the whole of f1 😭 history says that’s not what carlos wants, though he could settle for it

but redbull may also not want him as a 2nd driver because he comes with a very messy entourage & has shown that he isn’t a good team player. he just attacked charles at the restart last week losing them position to russell. considering the circumstances at redbull now, it is decidedly in their best interests to not sign someone who may make max unhappy. can you imagine losing max verstappen because you signed carlos sainz?? (among other reasons ofc) plus their fathers have butted heads before in toro rosso. can’t imagine jos will be very happy to see sainz sr again

from redbull’s point of view, checo is currently a better option than carlos. he won’t challenge max, he brings in sponsors & viewership from a huge country (whereas spain already has alonso), he can get those 1-2s for the team. ‘checo will fall off’ so will carlos if we’re going by past trends (e.g. post-suzuka to AD in 2023) i think if checo keeps up his current form he’ll get an extension

he will also have a really terrible time at redbull. i’m afraid max will curbstomp him

there are negotiations but i doubt redbull are offering him terms he’ll be happy with (more than a year, assurances he won’t be sacrificed for max at times etc etc) if he does go there he’ll have to accept being second to max because if he tries as hard to beat max as he at beating charles right now—it would be very funny to me, but bad for the team (i don’t think he will be able to get close enough to max to do this but yk that’s also a very bad look for him)

#this came out longer than i expected #anon asks #i had to look away from that second set from rafa #essentially like if max verstappen is meeting mercedes after miami would u go to carlos sainz with a contract offer 💀#one thing i do think is funny is that going to audi or redbull means being teammates with someone who has beat him in the h2h before #he will do worse in redbull as in ferrari is impartial with their drivers #anything may happen ofc but eh i would not want this if i were a carlos fan #max has already beaten him pretty solidly and its his team

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writingquestionsanswered · 11 hours

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i’m currently writing a story where the OC starts to develop a love interest with Person A, but longer the story runs the OC falls in love with Person B.

Set up is in a dystopian world

How do i write so the readers don’t fall to deep with Person A x OC relationship? or is better for the readers to pick side? How do i make the romance story/plot seamless for the transition of relationship?

A+B < A+C Love Triangle

The key to making a A+B < A+C love triangle work is to make sure you do two things simultaneously:

1 - Ramp Down (or End) the A+B Leg

Before A and C can really ramp up, you have to address what changed in the relationship with B that made the shift in interest and affection possible. This could be a slow roll, like growing apart or a gradual misalignment of beliefs/goals. Or, it could be a sudden split, like B dying, leaving, or the relationship falling apart.

2 - Ramp Up the A+C Leg

From the moment A and C first interact, you'll want to start slowly ramping up their interactions by building their friendship, deepening their bond, and increasing their romantic interest and romantic tension. (See: Guide: Characters Falling in Love, Guide: Writing a Slow Burn Romance, The Subtle Signs of Romantic Interest and Love, Transitioning Through Levels of Affection)

Key elements to pay attention to:

-- What barrier kept these two apart initially? If A met C after they were already involved with B, that's an instant barrier. But, if they met at the same time, what kept A from initially falling in love with C rather than B?

-- What changed and why? If A and B parting ways, or A and C falling in love is the result of someone or something changing, what changed and why did it change?

-- How do these relationships tie into arc and theme? Characters usually grow or change over the course of the story, usually as a direct result of the things they experience because of the events of the story. So, how does character growth/change affect the rise of A+C and the fall of A+B, and how is character growth/change affected by the rise of A+C and the fall of A+B? How do these relationships tie into the story's themes, and how do the themes affect the relationships and where they go?

Other things you can do to help readers get on board with A+C:

Although you can't guarantee all of your readers will jump the A+B ship in favor of the A+C ship, there are things you can do to encourage that choice.

#1 - Make sure A is their best, happiest self when they're with C. Which is not to say they should NEED C in order to be happy/their best self. They should be that on their own, too. This is simply to say that they should not be lesser version of themselves when they're with C. Because if they were bubbly, happy, and confident with B, but grumpy, tired, and often depressed with C, that's not going to win anyone over to the A+C leg of the triangle.

#2 - Choose either a conciliatory or villainous exit for B. While it's essential to make a good argument for A to be with C instead of B, you'll have better luck convincing the readers to bail on B if they can see that B is okay... that getting out of the relationship was good for them, too... or if they can see that B wasn't deserving of A's love in the first place.

#3 - Make sure C is a worthy recipient of A's affection. If B is a kind, smart, well adjusted person and caring/supportive of A, but C is kind of a dull-minded jerk who has a lot of problems and isn't very kind to or supportive of A, that's not going to win anyone to C's side.

#4 - Make sure you create better romantic chemistry between A and C. If A and B are together at the start of the story, you can start them off with flat or low fizz chemistry. That way, if you create better chemistry between A and C, the reader will root for that leg over the leg with less chemistry.

#5 - Create a better future for A with C than with B. "Better" is obviously subjective, depending on your story and characters, but ultimately you don't want the reader to think A would have a better future if they stayed with B versus ending up with C.

Bonus: this one might not apply depending on what you're writing, but I would say * most * of the time, you want to avoid having any sort of infidelity on A's behalf as things ramp up between them and C. Again, it depends on what you're writing... some spicier stories have intentional affair story lines. But again, most of the time you'd want to avoid that. Not only do you not want to make A and C look bad, but you don't want to sully their relationship with infidelity. It also swings sympathy over to B, which doesn't exactly make C more appealing.

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I’ve heard the sentiment from others that they don’t want season 4 because the ending we got was perfect and I hate that I can’t agree😞

Don’t get me wrong, I really love the fall but I just don’t like season 3 as much as I would like too. I know that the blame for that is on NBC and not the writers. They did the best they could with what they had and I appreciate that (except the Red Dragon storyline, I have many opinions about that lol) but I just wish they didn’t have to rush into Red Dragon.

Bryan said that if they didn’t do it then they wouldn’t have been able to do Red Dragon at all, which I understand. I think Red Dragon deserved a whole season. If they had a guaranteed 3rd and 4th season going into it I think that the timing and story just would’ve made more sense to me.

I just don’t understand Will trying to kill Hannibal after meeting in Italy and I hate that they break up after escaping the Verger farm. HANNIBAL LITERALLY SAVED YOU WILL, you ungrateful whiny baby(I understand that he needed a break after almost dying three times, im just mad at the writing). I wish they had run away and season 3b was them on the run, until they got caught. Then Will could pull a Bedelia and pretend like he was a victim and not a willing participant, leave Hannibal and marrying Molly. Then they could do a whole season of Red Dragon and the fall could’ve happened like in 3b. I just, omg

You have no idea how often I mourn the possibility of that arch. I mourn everyday the loss of season 4.

I think the fall is perfect though, I just wish the events leading up to it were different and the story was fleshed out over two seasons instead of rushed into one. Wishful thinking obviously.

Season 3 is just the weakest season in my opinion, I’m a sucker for season 2 and season 1 just has a better arch.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannibal lecter

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imagine graves being turned on by you grabbing his hips, but you not knowing tgat so you do it casually or lift him up by the hips during training and he gets hard. When you're both in your room you grab his hips and kiss his neck which sends him into a fit of begging you to just fuck him

OMG Yes!!! Imagine the first time that happens and both of you didn't realize he liked that!! You grabbed his hips while training to adjust his stance and he got all hot and flustered. Others were around so you ignored it to spare his pride. But you noticed. In the future you end up using this to your advantage.

Imagine you guys are in his office, discussing an up coming mission and you start to argue over a small detail. So you firmly grab him by the hips and pull him closer. You get close to his ear, your lips brushing his neck. He has an instant boner.

I love this thought so much!! So many devious possibilities!!

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Sorry that I disappeared lmao!! Some stuff happened, one thing was I got brain damage :( I won't get into it. But it has effected some things like grammer and spelling, stuff like that. So I apologize about that, im working on a few things but can't guarantee anything :( also thank you for 700 followers!!! Whoa!! Where'd you all come from lmao!! I'm very grateful :)

#call of duty #male reader #gay #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #cod x male reader #cod headcanons #cod #cod imagine #cod x reader #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #cod graves #graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves #graves x male reader

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thelighthousestale · 9 hours

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Monday Snippet

Interesting House Guests (Or The time Sirius invited the lads to spend the week at Grimmauld Place)

Sirius knew the best way to get them invited over was to play up any of their families' wizarding credentials and to make them sound as socially acceptable as possible. James was a guarantee. Remus was easy too, on account that no one ever asked about the mothers. Peter would be a bit more of a challenge.

“And Peter’s family live in London -”

“Is he related to Parcell Pettigrew?” Sirius jumped a bit in his seat as his father interrupted the conversation from behind his newspaper. Sirius had forgotten that his father was also in the room.

“Possibly?” Sirius tried to recall if Peter had ever mentioned anyone by that name. He only ever mentioned his mother, Primrose, and Grandmother, Patty. “Who is Parcell?”

“A nitwit.”

“Oh, then they are definitely related,” Sirius replied, which earned him a light chuckle from behind his father’s newspaper.

Orion had his face buried so often behind a copy of the Daily Prophet that when they were younger, Sirius convinced Regulus that their father didn’t have a face at all. In Sirius’ defense, after the lie blew up in his face and caused Regulus to run down the hall screaming like a banshee when their father came home that evening, it was a stupid joke to fall for because while it was a rare sight, Regulus had most definitely had seen their father’s face before.

#harry potter fanfiction #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders era #mwpp #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs

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Every time I remember an Autobot or Decepticon bitch about being stuck on Earth, Animated and Prime are the most frequent, it makes me laugh thinking how easy they got it. Imagine any iteration ending up on a version that is much more chaotic than the norm. Especially if the dangers are hidden or completely normal to humans.

We got JoJo's Bizarre Adventure where you literally can't trust even a simple POWER OUTLET. From stone masks that could turn people into eldritch vampire, pieces of Jesus Christ could give people powers, and martial arts which either turn the circulatory system into a sunlight generator (Hamon) or using the Golden Ratio to shred even dimensions (Spin).

I'm not forgetting about Stand Users either. Every sentient creature could become a Stand User, someone who can project a psychic manifestation of their fighting spirits that could look like anything with abilities that range from giving positive encouragement to stopping time. That weird individual on the street could dissect Megatron into pieces with fucking zippers through their Stand.

How about Resident Evil where the constant threat is viral infections? I'm not talking about the standard zombie virus either. We got mutant undead creating ones, parasitic worms/insects, to fucking hivemind mold. All guaranteed to least spawn mutants like giant man eating salamanders, evolving fanged blobs and even an eldritch dinosaur.

They have to constantly decontaminate base than just troops as a simple small strain could turn a rat into a dog sized menace. Plus all those zombies guts and blood they have to clean up if an infected did get inside. I'm pretty damn sure humans are no longer the gross squishies compared to that.

Last best addition to add is the 'Kaiju Series' i.e Kaiju No. 8, Godzilla/King Kong Monsterverse, and Pacific Rim. Normal Earth fauna doesn't cause much compared to this as kaiju practically made themselves home here. The bots aren't exactly prepared for megafauna being a constant presence and frequent threat.

Kaiju are territorial so their respective ships will get attacked if spotted too close to the creatures' home. Some may also feed on metal and think either faction are potential food. The humans here could potentially kick their afts like Kaiju No 8's Defense Force or Pacific Rim's Jaeger Pilots.

Never take what you have for granted. In the Autobots and Decepticons cases, that is a normal simple Earth. The other possibilities could be much worse.

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New Marshall Pics! (Season 10, Ep. 22)

KnowledgeKids gave us a new episode today, so it's time to do that thing I always do!

The first segment - "Pups Save a Talkative Mini Patrol"

This is a dream episode, and as you can imagine, it was Alex this time around. Seeing the Mini Patrol so chatty was cute, although the episode got a little... weird after a while, let's say that. Well, it was a dream, so I suppose I can't be too surprised. In any case, I was delighted to see the mission transition over to Air Pups, and given that Marshall was called in to help, I was quite happy to see him in his air gear again! Also, unless I'm mistaken, I think Alex was reading that book about dragons from back in season 4. Nice bit of continuity!

And the second segment - "Pups Save the History of Adventure Bay"

Hey, the mission starts with Chase and Marshall! I always enjoy seeing that! There was even a cute rescue involving Marshall and his ladder, too. For a few seconds, I thought Marshall was going to comically tumble down his ladder like in the old days, but I guess the writers really have decided to get away from that... possibly for the best, really. Otherwise, despite the potential, the episode itself wasn't all that exciting. It started out strong, gave me my two favorites at the start of the mission, and ended on a pretty visual, but... that's about all it had going for it. Ah well.

And that's it for now! Assuming KnowledgeKids continues its trend, we should get another new episode in two weeks, and it should be the first Rescue Wheels! No guarantee on that just yet (at the time of typing this), but I'll let you guys know!

#PAW Patrol #PAWPatrol #Marshall #Marshall Paw Patrol #MarshallPawPatrol #Paw Patrol Marshall #PawPatrolMarshall #Spin Master #Nick Jr

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why is reassurance about omnipresent omnipotent Love needed like. it's love(tm) has there not Been that assurance & affirmation all over the place all thee time. "but all the hate in the world...see what it does..." does that even mean "hate" or does that mean "people feeling entitled to a superior status ft. its intrinsically promised superior power" like re: the limitations of "hate crimes" meaning there's a need to "prove" "hate" in the "intent." where do we see Love as this guaranteed antithesis to a systemically granted entitlement to power to constrain someone's life. parents loving their children, And Yet. partners loving their partners And Yet. friends loving friends never stopped there from being disasters in how people are treated in that sphere. versus: people giving the most essential support to people they have no personal connection to, no direct connection to, no basis for having particular feelings about them one way or another beyond knowing they're also people in a vulnerable situation. people flourishing by themself. people learning how to relate to themself positively In Spite Of the Love they've experienced. how actions, interactions, relations are guided by principles that are not contingent on the affective, re: Feelings, but on externally evident contexts and patterns and consequences. what of it if you're Hated by someone whose ability to manifest that or not has no control over you still living your life b/c nobody's entitled to someone feeling a certain way towards them but someone feeling a certain way towards someone doesn't entitle them to enforcing a status of Less on them in any way either. why's something Internal have to be considered universal. why's anything have to be considered universal, as though if there's anything that doesn't apply to absolutely anyone then those outside that might be Less in some "legitimate" way. there's that: you're a person and they're a person, and who are you to consider yourself More of a person than them, and who are they to consider themself More of a person than you. "this too is Love" what if it isn't

is any idea of Love challenged by potentially Not subsuming more precise, nuanced, granular, complex, perhaps incongruous concepts into one vague assertion. what of recognition. acknowledgment. respect, care, intimacy, collaboration, accompaniment, without fundamentally necessitating particular emotions, status, even particulars of relationships. "relationships" in the sense of how does xyz affect abc & vice versa: relationality. "if you want or enjoy anything: love" how about everyone's experience of their interiority is their own. why is it important for you to believe a particular commonality must be at play. "if you don't believe in eternal torment of your damned soul what's stopping you from killing everyone rn" = "if you don't believe in Doing Bad Things Feels Bad what's stopping you from Doing Bad Things rn" = "if you're guided by the Good Feeling Love you'll be Doing Good Things" like, will you. when people instead attach any concept of Love to more fundamental concepts of respect for everyone else as equals to oneself and what actions and principles support others then it's like i mean yeah sure same diff in this case. when it's about how something that originates as a personal interior experience is a claim over any/everyone else's? whyme (rhymes with "rhyme"). versus anything that may be considered Universal being something that also does not necessarily stem from or is not contained within any particular self. universe is universal? everything affecting the existence of everything else? doesn't start or stop in any particular person's experience as themself, the way their thoughts and feelings can. i can't think of any of the like Concepts Ideals Principles Beliefs etc i would have that i'd describe as "love." and what of it. works fine for anyone who does so long as that Love is not something that must be Universally Human(tm) or where any willingness to consider some idea synonymous / overlapping / relevant does not just so happen to require "so you still really mean Love :)" like as though a christian universalist was still gonna have to always be telling people how jesus is everywhere & all good things are jesus, vice versa. like if you think everyone will be reconciled with christian god in the end then why do you need to push it. if everything is Love & Love is behind anything that helps anyone then what is there to convince oneself or anyone else of. what is there even to talk about. versus if i were to find/replace "love" with "politics" in that sentence & then in any instance there would be plenty to talk about lmao b/c it would have to do with any specifics about the situation & any events/actions/external matters that could be relevant. the actual Reality of your Real Feelings start & end with you even as they also play into how your existence affects others' existence. gotta believe everyone else is feeling Love? okay, that would still be their own business lol. & what if they weren't. say love is everywhere & that's the answer: well no it isn't b/c we can discern what goes on in the everywherelove world. so anyways: what could we do regardless? feeling more love is self-contained i.e. your personal business. what of any/everyone else. die cry hate. love loses. recognition regardless of the emotions happening. being loveless. being despised. those who go "so anyways"

#is someone or something only of value if sufficiently loved by someone #rephrased does someone's equal value guarantee some kind of deemed equal manifestation of love compared to someone else #why? who's going to assess lovingness / belovedness there? what ''should'' be guaranteed to anyone?#supposing we all imagine a Best Person. are they e.g. Guaranteed maximum friends? are they Guaranteed any friends? (my answer: no)#not ''is it possible'' not ''is it like'' Are They Guaranteed This #do we assume we can or must Prove anyone else is not less than us. do we add anything at all onto the assumption they aren't less #such as ''i don't think anyone's Less a person than myself (why not stop here) b/c i think anyone Has Love''#why not stop there. you tell me i Won't go to hell for killing everyone? i'm not gonna do it #you tell me i won't feel bad for doing so? i'm still not gonna do it #you tell me i'm the Realest Person in a simulation of non persons? i'm not gonna change how i interact w/anyone at all why tf would i #''maybe nobody sees the same colors as you. maybe nobody feels the same feelings as you'' Okay What Difference Does It Make #doesn't change if some memo was dropped like yes Only You truly think & feel. everything else is simulations w/no interiority. Ok; &? So?#dehumanizing Assertions go for the supposed Less interiority like shove that interiorly as well. less pain less Love less capacity for xyz #oh you experience Externalized expression of these people Not being Less? can't prove they're not Faking huh? what if we say they are #Doesn't Matter. veering into ''no; they must Feel the Most'' to counter it like doesn't matter!! what's Happening. what's Being Done #who is being constrained; harmed; made more vulnerable. who has fewer Real autonomous choices to make #e.g. no ''you can choose x. or choose y with threatened increased risk / harm''#if someone's All About Feeling Love well okay possibly great but Lovelessness is good for you like queerness is good for cishet ppl #similar too the way to have a ''difference'' that contextualizes queerness there has to be the constraint of cisheteropatriarchy #like how ppl rankle at being called cis / cishet b/c they're ''just Normal'' like we aren't supposed to be able to name & address things #a related element is that Love(tm) tends to be very flattening. very [is there really even anything else to discuss/consider??]#yeah. isn't there always? why not in this case.#like also everything else this is dynamic. honing thoughts & ideas always; including by writing things out #you know what's everywhere & in all of us including our positive moods / feelings...fluctuating energies in fields #talk to me about That excitement (charges & feelings Positive Or Negative lol...) let's talk about Imbalance handshake Balance #consider having: love handshake loveless then. again do Not subsume! step one!! not ''ok so its all just love'' cut it out for once!!!#rotate it. put it in the centrifuge. the gravitational center. nucleus. radiation. if you're aware of it smthing affected it affected you #up next brawling with the ''math is inhuman dehumanizing math is antiqueer'' w/e tf else. die cry hate Humanities(tm) (sentiment) Loses #ps was thinking lately of the way ppl's Emotional motivations manifest then connect / have an effect. still all about the loveless agenda

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