#so I wanted to finish this one up first for the occassion

[krys-loves-otome]

Tis the Season For Love CCC: This gingerbread house just WON'T stay up!

Happy holidays everyone!

I decided to participate a bit in this holiday creative challenge, hosted by @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen!

Won't be doing all of them or in any particular order as it is a busy holiday season for me, but I thought this we would be a fun one to do and to share.

Below the cut is also a lil drabble I wrote for the prompt.

And thanks again for hosting this event! See you guys on the next round!

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"This gingerbread house just WON'T stay up!"

Harr startled a little, hearing the familiar voices to Maddie and Loki in the kitchen. He had been researching Cradle holiday traditions for Maddie and didn't wanna interrupting his two students bonding over holiday projects, but he couldn’t ignore a cry for help as blatant as that.

Peeking inside the door, he saw a mess of broken gingerbread pieces, candy cane shards, and buttercream frosting smatterings across the kitchen table. In the table's center was, what he could guess, was a gingerbread replication of his house, supporting tree and balcony included, recreated with sweet treats. Except that it was laying on its side, frosting dripping sadly.

Harr hid a smile behind his hand, cooling his expression before entering, taking in the defeated faces of Loki and Maddie, both in states of hard battled baking warfare. Where one had flour in their hair, the other also had frosting on their nose and cheeks. Harr waved his hand lazily, his visible eye glowing red, and both his students were cleaned up of their baking warfare.

Maddie was the first to respond, her red cap jingling as her head moved.

"Thanks, Harr."

Loki pouted, looking at the remains of his and Maddie's 'house'.

"It was gonna look so cool, making the house out of gingerbread."

"We might… have been a little ambitious." Maddie said, smiling awkwardly.

Harr studied their handiwork, his bandaged hand resting under his chin as the thought.

"And we thought we could do it without magic, but… well.." Maddie continued, "you see how well that turned out."

"Hmm…." Harr said, choosing his words carefully as was his way. "I commend you for trying without magic, both of you."

"But," he continued, "I think, a little magic can help, if you really want to recreate the house."

"The point was to try and not use magic though!" Loki said, "but…. Yeah. It definitely needs some help."

Harr's eye glowed red once again, familiar runes and circles forming at his fingertips, the house soon having a stronger base of gingerbread, the winding staircase and railings made new with their candy cane decorations, and frosting soon looked like snow on the roof and the tree branches. Both Maddie and Loki looked on in awe. Harr smiled.

"I did build this house with magic helping me, so it wouldn't be cheating if you two had used some to help you too. It's just as much a tool as any other."

"It looks so amazing!" Maddie said, her eyes sparkling. "How did you do that?"

"Well, I did come across something just now that might help you to recreate the spells, if you-!"

He was then hugged from two sides, bright eyes looking up at him expectantly. He felt his cheeks heating up at the sudden attention.

"Clean up the kitchen first, then I'll teach you."

He was then released from his hug shackles, watching his two students clean up what remained of the gingerbread house making ingredients. With a small smile, Harr went back to his study, picking up a thick red tome and started skimming the pages.

#’tis the season for love #’tis the season for love content creation challenge #krys's adventures in art #krys's adventures in fanfiction #a lil bit #ikemen revolution #harr silver #loki genetta #ikerev oc #madeline fleming (oc) #be proud of me I did a building in a drawing #though small and made of gingerbread it may be #have another tis the season drawing coming up #but this one had harr in it #and it's his bday tomorrow as of this posting #so I wanted to finish this one up first for the occassion #happy bday harr #you got a gingerbread replica of your house #how cool is that #also also #was looking at ref for Harr's house #and noticed how his stairwell #at least from the way it's drawn and painted #looks a lot more like a ramp #Harr made his house wheelchair accessible #good for him #but I should say sorry to harr as I made his thoughtful staircase ramp straight up #as I don't do staircases or architecture that often #I'm sorry I took away your wheelchair accessibility because of my lack of drawing architecture skills Harr

[milkteabinniechan]

bf binnie <3 pt 2

synopsis: Changbin has been your *unofficial* boyfriend for a few months now. You hold hands/kiss in public and sometimes go on dates. But neither of you have introduced each other as bf/gf. One day you decide to bring Changbin his lunch while he records a new song with the rest of 3racha...

warnings: penetration, unprotected s*x, subby talk, implied aftercare! probably typos.

You had just finished the final touches on the sushi roll and dim sum. fresh edamame was placed delicately next to it. The fruit cup was already packed. the metal checklist you had made was nearly complete. "hmm. strawberry milk or matcha?" you wondered. You knew he'd like either one, binnie was good like that. You had burned the dinner on more than one occassion and binnie was more than happy to eat it, picking off the burned pieces and giving you the biggest smile.

You decided on strawberry milk and zipped the lunch bag closed. You checked your watch to make sure you were still on schedule for his break. He should be the only one in the studio today anyway, but you still don't want to interrupt him unless it's time.

The drive to the studio was always easy. The security guard at the front desk always greeted you with a smile and asked how your day was going. You just smiled back. You wanted to shout that you were on your way to see the most amazing man but you just smiled back. The elevator dinged on the studio floor. Your heart was beating so fast. Even though you had just seen Changbin the other day, you couldn't wait to see his face. Ah that perfect face. You take a step then another toward the studio door, you reach for the door handle and push the door open slowly.

"anyone here? Maybe a super cute, funny and sexy boyfriend..?" Your voice trails off as your eyes meet not Changbin's but Han's and Chan's as well. They were all standing, and staring, at you.

Han spoke first, "boyfriend?" He chuckled. "And which one of us are speaking to, y/n?"

You could feel your face growing hotter. Your mouth was dry. You tried to speak, "I was just... Well.. I was.."

"come on, man." Chan spoke up and pushed Han's shoulder lightly. "Leave y/n alone." His attention turned to you, "Changbin ran out to get something, he should be back any minute."

You smiled thankfully at Chan and made a quick b-line toward the couch. Just as you sat down, Changbin walked through the studio door with his eyes glued to his phone screen. " Sorry guys I was just trying to call..." Han interrupted him "check the couch, hot stuff." Changbin looked confused at Han, then Chan then the couch. His eyes grew wide when he saw you. "Hey! I was just trying to call you! I wanted to hear your voice so I..." He sat down next to you on the couch and stroked your face lightly with his thumb, his hand cupping your chin.

Suddenly you were both painfully aware of the other two in the room. Both of them staring and watching and waiting. "I... Called you my boyfriend." You confessed. Binnie looked puzzled for a moment then looked around the room, then back at you, "well, that's what I am. Right?" You smiled wide. "Right." You replied, placing your hand on his face. His cheeks were warm. It made you want to feel his arms, his hair, his legs... You looked back at Han and Chan for some kind of help. Thankfully Chan had picked up on your nonverbal cues and cleared his throat, pushed han toward the door and gave you a reassuring nod. "They like you, you know. Changbin said with a smirk. "Well, I like them too," you giggled.

"I made you a lunch, binnie." You whispered as you slowly lifted yourself off the couch to straddle yourself on top of him." He growled low when you sat yourself down. "You did?" He whispered back. Pushing your hair back to one side, exposing your neck. Placing little kissed on the soft, sensitive skin. Your thighs clenched around his. You slowly start to move your hips without even realizing. You needed him so badly and he knew it. Your panties were already wet and he had barley even touched you. How does he do that?

You run both of your hands down his chest and slowly start to undo his belt. A deep moan comes across your ear as Changbin reached up your skirt and hooks his thumbs around the lining of your panties. You smile at the thought of deciding to wear a skirt today. As he started to slide your panties down, he stops. Instead he places to fingers at the base of your cunt and pushes your panties to the side. The bulge inside his pants practically breaking away from his jeans. As you pull his full length out, surprised again at the sheer girth of him, binnie lifts you up just enough to slip inside. Your back arched slightly as you grab his back for some kind of support. He fills you immediately. All at once he is too much and not enough. Your skin becomes hot as his hands find your hips.

Changbin starts at a slow pace. Rhythmically moving in and out of you. The noises almost pornographic and he inches deeper and deeper inside. "More, please." You whine in his ear. "You want faster, baby?" He growled back. His pace picking up, hands gripping your hips tighter. The sound of slapping making him harder by the second.

"baby, you're taking me so well. Look at you. You're doing so great. How's that feel?" His soft words sending tingles all through your body. You could feel the build up in your core. It was growing stronger. Your legs were shaking now. "I want to cum, binnie, can I?" you begged. You loved asking for permission. You loved turning to putty in his arms. "Come on babygirl, say please for me." He nibbled your ear lobe as he continued to increase his speed. Slamming into now with a volume that you were sure anyone could hear. "Please binnie, please!" You cry out. So desperate for release.

"come for me, baby." Changbin mumbled into your hair. That was exactly what you needed. Electric waves shoot through your entire body. That was all binnie needed too. He filled you up the moment you orgasmed. Both of you emptying out into each other. You felt it everywhere, every inch. He was all over you. You collapse on top of him. Both of you breathing heavy and holding each other tight. "I love you so much, baby. So much." Changbin kissed your forehead tenderly. "Now, about that lunch, what are we having?"

#stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #changbin #seo changbin #changbin x you #changbin x reader #binnie #writing #bias wrecker #smut

[oofashwritesfanfic]

[ +18 ]

[ miguel o'hara x fem!reader]

[plot: miguel o'hara has been your neighbor for the longest time and that one faithful night the two of you finally find it , you finally get that passionate night you both shamelessly imagined on more than one occassion]

[warnings: mans eats you out on his couch , neighbors to lovers troupe]

[a/n: i tried my best to do a little research on terms of endearment in spanish , but if i did use it wrong please tell me?? because then i'll fix it! i would lowkey love to actually learn more of it!!]

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"shit..." you mumbled , frantically searching through your purse. "you got to be kidding me..." you knew that it was a bit late for you to phone the locksmith , they usually never answer after hours in any case and it definitely didn't help your phone was dead , though you were a little grateful you didn't have any work the next day.

"oh , it's you , you alright?" your neighbor miguel o'hara would speak up , he seemed to have come back from his jog , you two would cross paths once in a while , you usually made extra food for him. "oh mr o'hara , uhm hey , i got locked out of my apartment i lost my keys..." you said letting out a bit of a nervous laugh. "ah and the locksmith will only come tomorrow?" he paused for a moment rubbing the back of his neck. "if you'd like you can stay over at mine? it is more like payment for cooking for me all those times." he had a bit of a flustered expression , you had a surprised expression.

"oh? uhm yeah , if it's okay with you i don't mind." you said , fidgeting with your bag a little. "i can cook for you again. this time it will be more fresh." you laughed a bit nervously , it would be the first time you would enter his apartment. you'd lie if you said you didn't fantasize a little bit about him , who wouldn't? he was an extremely attractive man. "yeah of course , i'd never say no to a free meal at all." he laughed and turned to unlock the door moving out the way so you could enter , you went in , the apartment smelt like him , a hint of coffee and a sweet scent you couldn't quite place.

"you can use the kitchen as you wish , there should be chicken in the freezer... uh i'm going to go shower." he said motioning to himself , you gave a nod for a moment before you moved to the kitchen as he went off to go shower. you went through his fridge and cupboards deciding what the best meal would be , you decided on a simple chicken and pasta dish. you had removed your shoes at some point. luckily by the time you finished miguel had come out , hair still wet his towel around his neck , his shirt hugging his body and of course he was in sweatpants.

"it smells good." he said coming over to look , he smelt so damn good... he went over to the fridge grabbing some beer. "do you want some beer?" he offered , "uh yes please." you answered , plating the food and grabbing some forks. "sorry if it's a bit messy." he snickered. "no don't worry about it , i'm just grateful that you let me stay over , i'm sorry about the inconvenience." you said. "don't stress about it cariño." hearing him speak spanish was always exciting , especially being a foreigner and all... regardless.

the two of you enjoyed your meal , idle chatter of getting to know one another. it was a good meal , especially after the two cans of beer the two of you had.

"you can shower , i'll leave some extra clothes on the bed , don't worry about the dishes." he then added , taking the plates already to the sink. "oh uhm , yes of course..." you could never really say no , especially when he was so helpful , he even got you a towel and showed you where everything was , he left you be in the bathroom and went off to do his own thing. you took a quick shower , everything smelt like him... he smelt so good , it was a calming scent , rather comforting to be honest. by the time you finished up your shower and your little fantasy... you flusteredly went to the bedroom and saw the clothes unfortunately for you... you didn't have any spare underwear on you so you essentially would be going commando underneath the clothes he gave you which happened to be a shirt... his shirt a very baggy shirt at that.

"oh..." you paused for a second staring at your reflection once you put the shirt on , it reached your knees and was baggy , like a dress , probably didn't help that if you looked too closely you'd see your curves through the shirt... no time to think about that though- you left the room. "oh are you done would you like me to wash your other clothes for you...?" he seemed to trail off for a moment before looking up at your eyes. "uhm yes please..." you quickly turned around to go grab your clothes before putting them into the washing machine.

"sorry , i didn't have anything smaller this is the smallest thing i own." he gave somewhat of a nervous laugh. "no uhm it's fine , you're already doing more than enough and im intruding mr o'hara..." you said , adjusting the shirt a little bit , he went quiet for a moment. "you can call me miguel , i don't mind." he said , motioning for you to sit down , which you did , you sat down down next to him , hands on your lap keeping the shirt from rolling up , you didn't know it was the alcohol or not but you felt hot...

"are you... are you sure?" "yeah , i'm giving you permission after all cariño." "you keep calling me that what does it mean miguel...?" he smiled a little bit at you as he sat a little closer. "cariño means darling... or dear? it's hard to translate sometimes." he snickered a little. "oh , it's... it sounds really nice coming from you , i don't think i've heard it before..." you tell him , looking down at your hands.

you could feel his gaze on you , even as you turned to look up at him. "you think it sounds nice , maybe i should speak more in spanish." he joked. "ah maybe , though it's not like i can understand much... but doesn't mean i can't admire it..." you said smiling a little. his gaze softened for a moment before he spoke again , "quiero besarte tan mal..." "what does that mean?" now in all honesty you weren't expecting this...

his answer to you was to cup your cheek gently and give your lips a kiss , it wasn't chaste or hesitant... he wanted it , you could feel it in the way his hand had moved from your cheek to the back of your neck. though it was brief , he pulled back and asked you quietly , "is this okay? can i keep going...?" he mumbled it and breathlessly you nodded , you should have stopped it , hell he was twice your age it would have been weird right...? ah well you were both consenting adults.

his mouth immediately found its way to yours once more , this time the kiss was deeper and more intense , his hands moving to pull you onto his lap , making you straddle him. "hmmn...~♡" you couldn't help that quiet whimper from the feeling of his hands gripping your hips as the kiss depend , his tongue running along your bottom lip for a moment before he pulled back.

"you're not wearing panties..." he said looking up at you now , it made you flustered. "i-i uhm... i... they're in the wash..." you told him looking away from him , you were almost embarrassed it made it seem like you were expecting something to happen.

"it's fine , i don't mind it makes things easier for me mi amor..." he whispered , his lips brushing against your skin , his hands came to slip under your shirt , the way those calloused fingers rubbed against your skin had you whimper quietly , hands coming to hold onto his shoulders. "you're so reactive you know that? like when i touch you here..." as he spoke his fingers ran up your back , lifting up the shirt exposing your skin inch by inch and almost in a fluid motion he ended up removing the shirt , exposing every inch of that naked skin to him , he didn't look up at you as his head dipped down , hands holding you as his mouth trailed kisses along your skin , his teeth lightly grazing the skin.

"miguel...~" you couldn't help the quiet gasps escaping your lips as his teeth lightly nipped at your nipple , it became nice and erect in his mouth , while one hand remained on your back to support you , his free hand came to grope your ass. that feeling of his skin against yours was almost heavenly , you couldn't help but lightly grind your hips against his lap , it made him chuckle quietly. "look at you , you look so nice and desperate already and i've barely done a thing cariño..." he said licking up your neck , his teeth grazing your skin as his lips pressed to your ear. "it's so adorable... seeing you so desperate just for me to touch you." he said against your ear , "yes..." you breathed out , though he was one to talk , he was becoming hard underneath you. "please... keep going." you whined , moving your hips against him , a wet spot forming on his pants. "ah..." he mumbled something in spanish under his breath , moving you to lay you onto your back , moving down right between your legs , pushing them against your chest , exposing your cunt to him.

"fuck... look at you... you're so wet , you're so fucking wet just for me..." he growled , leaning down to kiss your cunt , making you gasp quietly , "miguel...~♡" "ah fuck you're so cute..." he mumbled his tongue running along your folds , his teeth lightly grazing against your skin , tongue flicking over your clit , hands gripping your thighs , leaving some marks on the skin. "miguel... wait not... ngh~♡" you whined hands coming to tug a little at his hair , hues looking up at you , watching the way you writhed throwing your head back as he used his mouth to pleasure you , he made it difficult for you to move your hips to get some more stimulation. he let go of your legs , allowing them to rest on his shoulders your thighs wrapped around his face. the way he ate you out had your back arching , his hands coming to squeeze your breasts , your hands squeezing his wrists.

he ate you out like he was eating his last meal... you tasted so good , you tasted so heavenly and not to mention those moans , they were music to his ears , well they were a bit muffled from how your thighs were squishing his head. "fuck..." he moaned against your cunt , the way his tongue swirled around your clit had you writhing and moaning you felt that orgasm slowly washing over you , your toes curling , you couldn't help but throw your head back.

"fuck...~♡ fuck , fuck~♡" you whined , he couldn't help but lap up those juices , he pulled back a little bit , licking his lips. when he pulled back and stripped off his shirt , his skin was littered with a few scars here and there. "you're so pretty cariño... fuck you're so pretty when you cum..." he mumbled , "i want to fuck you till you're mess." he said , standing up to strip off his pants and underwear , his cock was throbbing , he wanted to fuck you so badly. "please , miguel please fuck me..." you spread your legs for him , hands reaching to spread those pretty pussy lips. swearing in spanish he got back onto the couch , watching you carefully as he spat on his hand , starting to now stroke himself lubing himself up.

he took a deep breath , rubbing his tip right up against your folds , groaning at how wet you felt. "fuck... you're so fucking wet..." he mumbled , sliding himself finally inside , groaning from the feeling , you couldn't help the whines falling from your lips as his cock filled you up. "fuck... fuck you're so big... you're so big miguel...~♡" you whined , the moment he hit that sweet spot you couldn't help your back arching and your toes curling , hands digging into your thighs as he gave a huff before he started moving , the way his hips moved were slow , deep and methodical at first before he started picking up pace.

he loved the way your back arched when he hit a sweet spots , he couldn't help but lean in and start sucking on your nipples. "hmngh~♡ fuck...~♡ miguel~♡" you whined , your hands coming to tug at his hair as his hips slammed up into yours , those lewd noises filling the air. "fuck mi armor~ you're so fucking tight...~♡" he moaned , licking and biting at your skin , leaving marks on your breasts. he was getting lost in the way you felt , the way your hips bucked and the way your hands tugged at his hair holding his face to your breasts.

the way his hands dug into your soft flesh... fuck he loved it he was so lost in you. "fuck... you're gonna... fuck...~♡ ngh~♡ make me cum... gonna cum...~♡" you whined , he couldn't help but flip you two , he had you on your back , pushing your legs against your chest as he thrusted , in and out , he was going at such a fast pace you couldn't keep up , your mind was going blank and it felt like you were being winded.

"oh fuck... im cummin'!" you whined , back arching , the way you tightened up so nicely around his cock had him grunt , his own thrusting becoming erratic as he squeezed your thighs , making you cry out in pleasure , moaning as the two of you both came together , his load filling you up and of course your love juices squirting out to cover his cock.

"ah fuck... fuck fuck..." he moaned , he sighed quietly the moment he rode off his high , watching you as he pulled back slowly , your flushed dazed expression and the quiet breaths leaving your lips. "fuck..." he pulled out of you too , watching his cum drip from your cunt. he hoped that you were on birth control , though it wasn't his main focus , rather than that , he picked you up , which you couldn't help but giggle quietly as his hand came to play with your ass as he had you over his shoulder.

"miguel... i don't think i can go again... i'm still sensitive." you'd tell the male making him snicker as the two of you reached his bedroom , everything smelt like him... his scent was driving you absolutely wild.

tossing you onto his bed , he looked down at you.

"well get ready princess , im gonna make sure you're crying from pleasure." he said and the expression you made was a mix between surprise a bit of a nervous laugh.

you were honestly surprised with the crazy amount of stamina miguel had , you lost count of how many times you had cum and how embarrassed you were for messing his bed sheets up , to which he promptly responded with -

"if you didn't mess , i know i definitely didn't do a good job."

seems the male took great pride in fucking someone into a mess.

the morning after you didn't feel embarrassed and neither did he , because you were later invited on a date.

who knows how that would go...

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[ ending that here , i might write a second part of the cute little date and of course the horny hours that go with it. might turn it into a mini series if i gave the energy for it. ]

#smut #+18 #fem reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse smut

[ego-meliorem-esse]

When you say "followed by a raging storm," what do you mean? What does that look like and what does Alfred's 'usual' raging storm entail?

Tw: drug use (yeah sorry)

To be honest its not a very common thing to happen. Just a silly example could be simply overworking himself. And by god, does he overwork himself. Alfred is the sort of person to bottle things up untill they overflow. He will do his work, then the extra work he was given, then he will do the extra work he gave himself, then maybe do a thing on the side, forgetting to take a break for weeks. Months on some occassions.

He realizes he has taken on too much. He will not be able to finish everything on time. At the same time it takes so much for him to get to this point of "i cant do this anymore" but also looking on from the outside it would seem be is folding at the slightest of obstacles.

Then all of a sudden he will break. When he does its usually unsettlingly silent. Its quiet and calm. If he is at a point of raging storm approaching, he will quiety shut down his laptop, turn off his phone, lock all the locls on his doors, and probably just lay himself on the floor. He will eat nothing and drink nothing. Its the whole quiet before the storm situation. Tho the storm in his case has already begun. His mind is working overtime and he cannot focus on a single thought. At this point its difficult to speak to him, he will not form sentences. His mind is a house with dozens of windows, all open. A hurricane is outside. All the windows are creaking, banging and letting in the storm. Which one do you close first? Is it even worth it? What if you close one window and the damn door breaks open due to the storm?

Every little whispering voice of self doubt is screeming at this point. And every critique or simply unkind word by another person/nation set aside is coming into full view.

At this point the only way he knows how to quiet down the thoughts and feelings overflowing is either taking antidepressants and anti anxiety pills stashed away, perscribed by a doctor but untouched untill now, or simply snorting cocaine. At that point he is feeling exhausted, negative and self conscious. Those are relatively unfamilliar grounds. Coke gives him the opposite, something he is used to: the feeling of positivity, energy and confidence.

Absolute shit way of dealing with his feelings. Alfred can be exceptionally intelligent, and he is most of the time. He is stupid tho when it comes to feeling feelings. Zero knowledge. He is just "ew bad feeling, ew ew, go away, no like, have to remove".

Sorry this is probably not the answer you wanted, especially not including drug use but I'm afraid it's 2 am, my brain is fried and I got college tomorrow all day so this is my coping mechanism.

I love my big boy Alfred but he needs to leave the lines alone stg

#tw drugs #tw drug use #hetalia #hws america #alfred f jones #im sorry if this is not up your alley and you saw this accidentally #my headcanons

[lewis-winters]

for the touch prompts: no. 3, cold hands in warm hands for winnix?

Lewis comes to just as Dick finishes mopping the sweat off his brow.

"… mmMah?" he asks, more a sound than an actual word. But it's more than he's said for several hours, so Dick will take it.

Pressing a kiss to his feverish forehead, Dick hums in reply. "Feeling better?"

There isn't an answer right away. Lew has to adjust to being awake first, blinking up at Dick and the dim light illuminating their room, before smacking his lips together and frowning at the taste. By the time he's ready to speak, Dick has a cup of water in hand, guiding Lew to sit up some and take a sip.

He does, with some difficulty. "My throat's all achy."

"Your tonsils are swollen."

"I figured," he croaks, lying back down. "Sorry."

"No need to be sorry," Dick says, guiding him back down to the bed and tucking him in. Already, his eyes are drooping, weighed down by an acute exhaustion. But even in the throes of illness, that smart mouth remains, and it quirks a small smile up at Dick.

"I thought you were my mother for a moment there," he says. Dick thinks he was aiming for playful and sardonic with that quip, but with the infection stripping him bare it lands, instead, on the quiet admission of something almost close to grief.

Gently, Dick goes back to wiping sweat off his brow, running fingers through his hair. "Your mother, huh?"

Lew hums, closing his eyes at the sensation. "Dunno why," he mutters. "'S not like she'd ever taken care of me like this."

No. From what Dick knows of Doris Nixon, he doesn't think she did, either. But who knows, really? Dick's own mother had once said that she would always come, were he to call. Yet now, she hands the phone off to Anne on the rare occassions when he does, and barely acknowledges his existence outside of excuses she gives to her neighbours at church, when asked about his whereabouts. A mother's disposition isn't quite as steadfast as even mothers lead you to believe. Who's to say Lew's feverish delirium hadn't been drawn from memory? Who's to say Doris Nixon hadn't been so worried about her sick baby boy, in years past, that she'd deign to take over his immediate care, even just for the night? Dick hopes that she did. Hopes that it's true. It's a nice memory for Lew to have, and Dick always wants Lew to have nice things.

He tells him as much. Lew just laughs, a short burst of sound that's trying very hard to be upbeat.

"I don't think she'd've been as good at it as you," he says, earnestly, snaking one warm, clammy hand out of his blanket cocoon to grasp at Dick's. "C'mere, c'mere. Must be killer on your knees."

"I don't wanna fall asleep on you," Dick says, despite moving already, toeing off his slippers and awkwardly getting a leg up and over Nix's body because the other man refuses to let go of his hand.

"'S alright," Nix murmurs, dreamily, as Dick settles behind him, tucking his knees into the back of Nix's, and shifting closer until Dick's chest is against his back, and his arm is sandwiched between the crook of Nix's head and his pillow. All through this, he holds Dick's hand, going so far as to hold it against his feverish face and sigh. "'S cold."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry," says Nix in the palm of Dick's hand, snuffling closer as if searching for more cool, more relief. "… Thank you."

Dick smiles, helplessly. "Go to sleep, Lewis."

Lew doesn't answer. Just shuffles closer and does as he's told.

#band of brothers #winnix #lewis nixon #dick winters #this is about mothers and sons as it is about dick taking care of a sick lewis #ask game #ask #estrella_marie

[tendergraphite]

Hi! I just finished reading the secret history and was looking through your thread of theories and found them super intriguing! I was curious about your statement that Francis tried to assault Bunny. I must have missed this in the book, do you mind elaborating on how this was implied?

Cracks my knuckles* Alright, alright. Here we go again. So firstly, I cover this theory in this post the most, but i'll go over my main points in this responce.

Firstly, Bunny was the secret keeper: He knew about the twins, and damn well knew about Francis tastes. He lied at the time for Henrys sake, because if he spoke out he potentually could've ruined the lives of Henrys friends. And believe it or not, Bunny deeply cared for Henry and whether he had a social life or not.

Bunnys reaction to Henry's admission proves this for me (Although in the fandom his reaction gets twisted as selfish and wrong due to what Henry said on the matter. Even though Henry is known for being a manipulative freak.) As he was destraught that his best friend had commited such an act, he simply stopped trying to keep up the groups illusion.

All that is to explain why Bunny lied for Francis in the first place. And of course, why his insults were so focused on his sexuality in such a crude manner.

Now! What I see to be solid evidence: Bunny doesn't want anyone knowing he is drunk. (I'm refering to the time Richard knew Bunny was drunk, but he'd lied and said he had a cold) This is important, because Francis is shown to only go after intoxicated people (i.e Charles & Richard) I've theorized on such an occassion of drunkiness from Bunny, Francis tried to (Where he succeeded or not, I don't know.) Assault Bunny.

I further believe this to be the truth, as Richard points out the two clearly having had something big happened between the two that made them dislike each other.

They aren't friends, and purely tolerate each other.

There could be something to be said about Bunny not wanting to be open about his sex life as well -> I'm refering to the hickey he didn't want to talk about that he got from his girlfriend.

Also, I'd like to point out, why wouldn't Francis go for Bunny? Richard paints him as undeseriable but he isn't. Francis also clearly didn't have an issue going after more than one person either, considering he tried to two time both Richard and Charles.

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Also, honestly if there is enough discourse on this subject i'll write a whole offical post about it. Because to be honest, I am deffinutely missing some stuff from the book (I don't have my copy at the minute still, my bestie is reading it so I cannot refer to it.)

#the secret history #bunny corcoran #francis abernathy

[thotsforvillainrights]

Sugardaddy Giran watching reader try on all the new clothes he bought for her

(Love sugardaddy Giran so much, He's real good for that tbh. Anyway, I again left the reader open so everyone can insert themselves into it. Thank you for the Giran content opportunity!)

~SugarDaddy!Giran & S/O's New Clothes~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-Giran respected you from the moment he'd met you and even more so from the moment he'd realized he'd fallen for you. Although he wouldn't admit to developing a conventional relationship with you, somehow you'd still know he'd had deeper and more complex feelings for you deep down inside. For now, your relationship is classified as complicated.

-You see, you're sole position was to be his sugar baby. He had plenty enough money to take of your needs as long as you kept giving him that *ahem* sugar. Whether you're a hands on or hands off type of sugar baby, it didn't matter to him. As long as you were by his side when he needed you then he'd keep piling on just the kinda stuff you liked. Plus, you didn't seem to mind being eye candy/arm candy when he'd meet with his important clients. (Plus he seemed to enjoy anytime you come around and spend more time with him)

-Part of your lifestyle included keeping up your appearances (despite the fact that he still thinks you're beautiful/handsome/attractive when you aren't even dressed up). Your favorite part would be the shopping trips. These are times when he'd just sit back and relax while you got to look at all the new shipments of your favorite brands hit the wracks. The new Spring collection of your favorite designer arrived at your local high-end department store today. Giran laced up his shoes and hit up the nearest ATM before picking you up in one of your favorite cars to ride in...he'd have given you the keys to keep it if you'd just ask.

-Hitting the stores he'd give you two options before going through the glass double doors. Option one: he'd pay when you were done loading up your cart. Option two: he'd hand you his wallet and let you handle your own business. No cards needed as he'd always said 'cash is king' after all. Didn't matter which choice you picked as long as he got to tag along and treat his baby to everything she/he/they could ever want or need in this moment. No he wasn't a billionaire but he was certainly well off when it came to this kind of thing. Lucky for him you weren't the private jet and caviar kinda sugar baby lol.

-When finished shopping his favorite thing would come up next. That would of course be getting to watch his sweetheart try on all the outfits they picked out. It's for this exact reason that he tries not to spoil himself in the store by watching you too closely. It'll spoil the surprise of what you've picked out for yourself to wear.

-He enjoys seeing all of the various color and pattern combinations you'd come up with. The light and breezy linen just in time for Spring was a good idea on your part. He loved seeing the way you seemed to match your footwear with your new outfits as well. Giran didn't mind helping you try out your new accessories. He was hoping to slip that new gold necklace around your neck considering it held his first initial on the golden charm. No matter what you put on, he loved seeing you in it. He wasn't greedy with his compliments either! You were going to hear the truth from him and just how much you seemed to drive him crazy with your graces. Likewise he wasn't exactly hesitant on letting you down easy when you'd put on a combination that didn't exactly look as good on you as you'd thought. Still, that's a very rare occassion. Besides (depending on reader) how could he complain when you get to the more 'lacey' genre of bedwear?

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #giran bnha #sugardaddy!giran #kagero okuta #headcanons

[hiddencarpet]

(my main blog is still shadowbanned but i have some Thoughts.tm and i really want to share them with the world, so i'm sending them here. ok? This rant is going to be spoiler Free)

It's sad how Virgin Soul anime ruined any possibility of future Shingeki no Bahamut anime with the usage of the former anime Genesis cast.

Genesis had it's premise, sometimes bit goofy, sometimes serious. Original anime story with High Fantasy fun. And overall it shown respect to the characters. Azazel was a pretty scary villain, Cerberus came to have a little fun. Lucifer was there for a second but looked stunning while doing so. Genesis Mcs were cool, they were bit goofy sometimes but the story treated them with love and i loved them in turn aswell. Jeanne d'Arc was also my most fave Jeanne d'Arc anime portrayal ever. Other villains and background characters? Everyone is my big fave.

However the spin-off series Virgin Soul? Ridiculed literally everyone who ever shown up before. Left almost no stones unturned

Azazel? He's a pure punching bag now.

Cerberus? Is a brothel sex worker now for some reason!?

Lucifer? While in Genesis they shown him as cautious but reluctant to act (probably bc animating him would cost way too much Lol), now he's showing up more but he simply lazes around reading books when His People are in Need. With the most horrendous example showing in this gif:

Which i could comment a lot on, but i'm just going to say: Original Lucifer would Never. Original ShinBaha Lucifer would literally drop anything to help his people fight, even though he's tired and wants only to rest now. And as i'm reading his whole story in the game Right Now it just, Breaks me.

Jeanne d'Arc? I-i don't want to talk about it right now.😶

Some of beloved characters from the former show were also pointlessly killed off without reason in Virgin Soul and there is nothing giving them back.

But that's mostly former villain/background characters.

In Genesis The Main character is a ginger afro guy, Favaro Leone. Something so rare yet so beautiful when it comes to MCs, and the show treated him with respect. Literally one of the greatest characters for me. The show in the first episode made a point that women find him handsome (Which is very important for my further rant). He was my Puss in Boots cool guy. (i love Puss in Boots ok)

So what happened in Virgin Soul? He's a supporting role, but Now whoever wrote the new show mocked him for his looks a lot. First the show made his afro less curly which felt weird, but that's not it yet.

They had a girl in the show whose whole thing was finding men attractive, and she only found him attractive once his hair was all damp and straightened with water. 🙃

Guess what they also did to him, guess what.

They shaved him on multiple occassions as a joke. Joke on his hairstyle. Cause you know, he has afro.🙃🙃🙃

And it's been years but i'm still so mad, and my pain only grows as i'm reading Lucifer's event stories from the original game. What in the world.

Anyways this is my rant: My fave characters in the world will likely never show up again in any anime continuation because of how Virgin Soul ruined them, their arcs, their personalities and everything else. (i'm not mentioning the fact that the game is finished and there likely won't be anything anymore anyways, but if not for Virgin Soul and it's writers i'm sure there could've been something more, or at least we'd have a less dead fandom now (for many reasons. the show had Problems and fandom was at war))

#Writing this long post for my world's tiniest fandom #What they done to my beloved Favaro😭😭😭 #Has any of you watched this show? Has anyone Know what misery i'm feeling #I'm not speaking of everyone from the cast here but i can't make this post any longer #Shingeki no Bahamut: Genesis #long post #rage of bahamut: Genesis #rage of bahamut #Shingeki no bahamut #carpet talks #SNB Genesis #SNB Favaro

[mochikage]

vanilla mochi wid kakashi?

ofc dear anon i hope u enjoy this mini vanilla mochi~ the very rare days and occassions where kakashi is clingy (back from a mission, long time apart, drunk kakashi, etc.)

On certain days, Kakashi craves you. 

It’s his first day back (officially) from a really long mission and he can’t help but want to be pampered with your affection all day. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting it. Kakashi woke up to some morning cuddles and kisses (no complaints there), but when you got up and left him? To go make breakfast? He was betrayed. 

“Just five more minutes.” He begged. He knew you were so close  to giving in. Until his own stomach went against his true wishes. 

“You’re clearly hungry, Kashi. Let me make us something to eat and we’ll cuddle again.”

He lets go of you and flops back on the bed dramatically. A few seconds pass, how pitiful of him, and he’s already trailing right behind you to the kitchen. He watches you prepare his favorite comfort breakfast, and he can’t help it when his arms wrap around your waist while you cook. 

“Kashi, darling, I’ll finish faster if you wait on the couch. We can even watch the second Icha Icha movie if you want.” You turn to give him a quick kiss, but it does nothing to cure the pout on his face. Still, he listens to you (when does he not) and waits patiently on the couch. 

Minutes pass and he doesn’t think he’s ever glared so hard in his life before. He feels like a little kid in timeout, and wants to scold himself for wanting to be within two feet from you at all times. He blames it on his near death experience yesterday. He’s just being extra grateful that he can still share these moments with you. 

On certain days, Kakashi craves the warmth only you can give. 

A big sigh escapes his lips when you finally join him on the couch. His body bubbles up with excitement. Enjoying breakfast with you is one thing, but to watch one of his favorite movies while eating? He’s in love. He’s known he’s in love, but he’s never been this in love. 

Even with a hot tasty breakfast sitting in his tummy, a warm blanket shared with his lover, and the heater turned on in the apartment, he’s still cold. He’s gotten up to make the place warmer twice already, so using his deduction skills he knows of only one solution: you have to cuddle him. 

No questions asked, no warnings given. He wraps an arm around your waist and slides you closer to him. He gives a lame excuse that you’re hogging the blanket, but the kiss on your forehead says otherwise. A content hum rumbles through his chest, and he has 0 complaints of the room temperature. 

On certain days, Kakashi craves your gentle touch. The touch that makes his  heart start pounding. The special touch that makes him feel wanted, needed. 

His head tilts back to chase your hand, the one that’s running through his hair and giving him head scratches in his favorite spots. 

You love when he gets like this. He’s so relaxed by a simple touch. It’s a nice change of pace to see his shoulder’s slumped from relaxation and not from all the burdens he carries with him. It’s easy to maneuver his body when he’s this relaxed, so getting him to lie on his stomach was no sweat. 

You straddle his hips and slowly lift his pajama shirt up. A frown overtakes your features when you see the healing wounds on his back, but its not your first time seeing this nor the last. 

Little exhales escape his lips as your hands work around the injuries. You open your mouth to scold him for getting hurt, but close it when you remember what he does. When you lean down to leave gentle kisses on his injuries, Kakashi speaks up. 

“Don’t worry about them. They look worse than they feel.” He tries to reassure you but when your hands move too close to them, you can feel him tense up. 

Liar. You want to say to him, but you know where his intentions lie. 

Gently moving the shirt back down, you give him one final kiss right between his shoulder blades. 

“Stay with me for the rest of the day.” He whispers to you. You get off of him to let him readjust himself on the couch. When he pats his lap, you give him one last worried look. 

“Won’t that hurt your back?”

Kakashi shakes his head, reaches forward for your hand and pulls you to sit on him. 

“You make me feel better.” He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around your body. He holds you tight, to let you know that he wants you close. To let him know that you’re here with him, he’s made it back alive, he’s okay. 

On certain days, Kakashi craves all of your attention. It may be selfish of him but he doesn’t care. It must be solely on him for him to feel whole. 

Kakashi craves you. Just you, on certain days where he needs someone to remind him that he’s not alone. 

#thank you for the request anon i hope this was okay #i struggled with this can u tell #ask #kakashi x reader #vanilla mochi #not proofread obvs

[prisonguards]

I am sending this ask because I need something to distract me while I am out of internet so feel free to ignore, or delete this. So hi! It's the person who mentioned the smallidarity life series partners thing and I am being pushy by just saying it now LOL

I think if they teamed up for a series, it would start with them finding each other and Jimmy wanting to team. Joel would light heartedly half joke about how he'll do it but only to show he's clearly the Superior player in the series bc he will be the first to MAKE SURE Jimmy doesn't die first as his partner.

They'd build a base together and Jimmy would be dragged into conflict after conflict because Joel likes to cause problems but Joel will come running to help him if HE causes problems too even if he's "late" (he was there as soon as Jimmy called) and complains about needing to save Jimmy from himself afterwards.

They are both loyal, but I think Jimmy is more loyal in the sense that I don't think he'd be capable of betraying Joel or hurting him in a way that matters while I can imagine Joel choosing to betray Jimmy but ONLY if it will garuntee him a win or at the very least something as valuable as a life when he needs it. [Joel is attached though. No matter what, he'd be so very attached despite his best efforts not to be.]

Jimmy dies first. I know Joel was the reason for at least one of Jimmy's deaths. Whether he lost his final life because of himself or because of Joel doesn't matter. Joel will be upset either way, and he will kill whoever caused Jimmy's death directly. And if he did it to himself, then he will kill whoever took any of Jimmy's other lives as revenge. He'd be a lone wolf for the rest of the series and while he may make an alliance of obligation with other reds or other non reds, he will never be loyal or attached to them like he was Jimmy.

Every episode he does without Jimmy will be spent making jokes about him while also simultaneously missing him and admitting to it on the very rare occassions. I don't think Joel would win but if he did, it'd be bittersweet I think. He won, he's happy, he kills himself to join his little buddy in the afterlife.

OH PLEAAASEEE. my internet was. SO BAD when I got your ask and I prommy I tried to answer it SUPER enthusiastically but it got eaten. twice. because of the bad data and then I forgot to answer it when I had better connection cause Im so scatterbrained. AND THEN I got back from vacation and got swamped with work and couldnt finish replying but seriously I could nawt want anything more. Life Series Smallidarity is my evvvveeeerything they mean. SO SO SO fucking much to me. you and your thoughts are ALWAYS ALWAAYYYYYSS so so so fucking welcome here in my inbox. PLEASE.... I adore them

ALLLLLL OF THIS IS SO GOOD AND SOOO REAL. you know them Perfectly. this all feels so so real. I need this more than anythiiing next season. I really do. I just MMMMNNGNMMMNG. you got them so perfect Im gonna SOB. I think they would meet eachother First again too. Like Joel is the first player Jimmy sees all season, and yup. they do their whole spiel where Jimmy asks something of Joel but this time Joel accepts it— its only to prove hes so much better than everyone else, than Scott and Tango and the whole goddamn Southlands because hes the fucking best and hell keep Jimmy by his side and alive when they couldnt.

They really would cause. soooo many problems. Joel is. Always so annoying (endearing) and so fighty and shitty and when Jimmy gets a little touch of confidence and ego hes SUCH a shithead too. theyd talk their way into a lot of problems theyd have to fight (or cowardly scurry) their way out of.

dunno if this is as realistic/in character but thinking abt Joel being the first red name again, or an early one. through either his own overconfident idiocy or. even. semi on purpose so he can be a violent mess. but they ignore the red rules and him and Jimmy stay allied. maybe Joel claims he keeps attacking Jimmy and trying to chase him off, but its not working. Jimmys too stupid (read; too loyal) to keep his distance. just the vibes of that 3rd Life era red x yellow/green allyship combined with Joels insane longevity and threat level as a red name in Last Life.

anon. anon I am speaking directly into your ear you have no idea how insane Joel post Jimmy death makes me. Joel expressing his loss and mourning through vengeance even if its (at least partially) his fault OOOOOOOHHHH. OOOOH OH. you get HIM and you get ME. the joking about him in his absence intercut with genuine care and missing him. when he does that it drives me CRAZY it would be even more batshittttt if they were direct allies

HE WON... HES HAPPY... HE KILLS HIMSELF TO JOIN HIS LITTLE BUDDY IN THE AFTERLIFE.... ANON YOU BROKE MY FUCKING HEARTTTTT. I think a Jimmy first dead and a Joel win while theyre allied would be INSANITY it would be PEAK thematic yumminess. especially with Joel being responsible for taking one of Jimmys lives. oooooh you have to sacrifice what means the most to you to win. this is a cruel fucking game and only loss and sacrifice and loneliness wins it for you.

anon you have made me do something drastic. help.

HELP

(I have started a traffic smallidarity PMV)

anyway silliness aside youve really got to the heart of why they would be suuuch a powerful and heart wrenching team and why I love traffic smallidarity so much. all of this is so real and canon feeling because so much of it has. happened before. even with them being only loose allies and there being. so little content technically. theres just so much potential there and if they were teamed it would be amped up even more and absolutely destroy me. anon I have been rotating everything you said and the traffic smallidarity possibilities in general in my head since I got this, youve really made my week (SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG I HATE BEING BUSY,,,,) and you really have such an excellent read on themmm, this is why traffic smallidarity is still my fav and what got me crazy abt them. augh. me when theres Them.

#smallidarity #prisspeaks #prismakes #asks #life series anon

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Weekend at Hopkins

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick (platonic)

Trope: And they went to a reunion

Category: fluff

Warnings: alcohol consumption

Summary: Ethan and Tobias head back to Hopkins for their 20 year reunion.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

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If anyone had told Ethan Ramsey that he would not only be attending his 20 year Reunion at John Hopkins but also looking forward to it, he would have had them sent to the psych ward for suggesting something so idiotic but here he was, looking forward to it.

He had avoided his previous reunions and various alumni events but with he and Tobias being best friends again, work going well he decided to attend.

Tobias also was oddly looking forward to the reunion also. He went to the 10 year reunion and a few alumni events in Boston but on all the occassions he had missed having Ethan there, even when they were not on speaking terms.

The weekend came and they made their way to Baltimore and to the campus where their friendship was formed. Not much had changed, the coffee shop that they went to after their first lecture and tutorial together was still there, under new ownership but still there and still selling the best coffee on campus.

“How saccharine will the reunion itself be?”

Tobias smirked, remembering how Ethan described the mixer they first met at.

“The 10 year reunion was just a whole bunch of drinking and reminiscing, if anything, it is the general alumni events that are the more saccharine affairs.”

Ethan nodded. They finished off their coffee and walked around campus for a bit before heading back to the hotel to get ready. They walked pass the dorm buildings and Ethan got a wistful look when they reached the building Tobias lived in initially.

“We had some good times didn’t we?” Asked Tobias.

“We sure did, I know we fell apart in the last year and a bit here but I still think of the good times more.” Stated Ethan.

“Me too, buddy, me too.”

A few hours later it was the reunion event for the class of 2007. Much of their graduating class was there, including faculty members, some of whom were still there and were also in attendance. Tobias quickly found Dr Dwayne Freeman, Dr James Monroe and Dr Robert Calgary. The five of them generally would be found together during medical school. Ethan had kept up with them professionally, however had lost touch as time went on. All except Tobias were surprised to see Ethan in attendance but at the same time really excited. Dwayne, Robert and James had heard about the takedown of Leland through the grapevine and were duly impressed, they were also impressed with how he was going as Chief of Medicine. They were also impressed with how the famed diagnostics team was going under the running of Tobias and Casey. Personally they caught each other up on what was happening and everyone except Tobias was surprised that Ethan had married and had a child.

The formalities commenced. Ethan was glad it was not as saccharine as he thought it would be but he had to admit the company was making it enjoyable.

As the formalities wound up, the group decided to head to one of their favoured off campus bars to continue the festivities. Tobias brought a bottle of Bourbon for the table. They drank, remembered the fun times, also the not so fun. Talk went to some of the end of year pranks and Dwayne bought up the cadaver incident of their first year.

“It was me!”’proclaimed Ethan.

Everyone but Tobias was shocked.

“Wait,” Robert said to Tobias, “you knew and said nothing?”

“Well it was good old Dwight that knew…”

Ethan chuckled.

“Well I wanted to do something, I thought I would commandeer a Cadaver. I scoped the building, had the guard schedule, everything, except what to do with said Cadaver, anyway, I had not anticipated how heavy the cadaver would be, I was struggling, guard due back and Tobias came, came up to leave the cadaver at the door and make it look like that he tried to escape.”

“I am just glad I was able to help you, well Dwight was anyway.” Said Tobias.

“So am I in all honesty, man the look on the guards face was hilarious.”

“Sure was” said Tobias.

“We were lucky that the investigation came up empty.”

“We sure we’re.”

The bourbon remained flowing and the reminiscing of medical school. Last call was called and the men made it back to their respective hotel rooms.

Ethan and Tobias woke up the next day with a sore reminder that they were no longer in their 20’s. They ordered room service.

Whilst eating their breakfast Tobias asked.

“Hangover aside, did you enjoy yesterday?”

“Very much, I know I have been adopted by Casey’s group, well we both have really but it was good to see the old gang again.”

“The fact that we are friends again helping?”

“Most definitely”

They say, eating their breakfast, in companionable silence, both once again regretting their falling out but thankful that once again they were brothers.

Authors note: submission for cfwc event “For the Boys.

TAgging: @jerzwriter @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd @liaromancewriter @potionsprefect @ofmischiefandmedicine @bex-la-get @crazy-loca-blog @a-crepusculo @tessa-liam @schnitzelbutterfingers @binny1985 @lucy-268

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

#open heart #ethan ramsey #choices fanfic writers creations #tobias carick #bromance #this was fun #choices #event #cfwc for the boys

[francostrider]

Fanfiction and the International Audience

If I were to choose between Archive of our Own or Fanfiction.net, on the surface it’s an easy choice. AO3 is a much more user friendly experience, with less middle management required between a word document and putting it on the website. But if there is one thing FF.net has over AO3 it is metrix.

Obviously, AO3 does record how many hits a story gets. But FF.net goes into far more detail. It will show you how many individuals looked at it, how many times individuals took a look, what day and what country they are from. And if you split it into chapters, those same metrices are applied to each one. So, you can be pleasantry surprised on some days, seeing that someone has read through each chapter, and therefore the whole story. AO3 only tells me how many people have clicked on it at some point, not what chapters they read or how many times they looked at it.

Since very few people want to comment or review anymore, this is the closest thing to a measure of success in the fanfiction community that I can really grasp. My stories are not pornographic or even romantic (a bit of a disadvantage in said community) nor are they really subversive or primarily comedic. Burial of Nightmares, my Soul Calibur fanfiction, is a book adaption of Soul Calibur III and it does not really do anything particularly weird.

But seeing the international audience I have built up over the last couple of years is still encouraging. According to the metrices, most of my readers are from the US, but not exclusively. I had readers from Italy, Australia, England and even countries I never heard of, namely Bhutan. Someone in Bhutan, a neighbor to China, decided to sit down and read Burial of Nightmares the whole way through and that is really cool. I’m literally read from either side of the globe.

Of course, there are quite a number of readers who stop at the first chapter. This happens in both video games and books. If you don’t click with the story at first, you’re likely not going to finish it. But what strikes me are occassions when someone just decides to read one of the later chapters, namely the ending two. I’ve found that when someone decides to just go back to a chapter and not the whole thing, they tend to look at the ending.

So, I’m going to into spoilers a bit here, so if you are interested, read Burial of Nightmares by FrancoStrider before going further. It is on both AO3 and FF.net. While you’re at it, please comment! 

But anyway! What I try to do with the ending is give hope. I wrote this during NaNoWriMo 2020, and I felt, through one of my favorite games, I needed to be uplifting. I wanted to give the kind of hope Soul Calibur III gave me when I was a teenager.

The Soul Edge is destroyed for good, Siegfried (and most of the heroes) survive, and Nightmare is turned to ash. Siegfried confronts a wounded Zasalamel and kills him. Salia forgives Siegfried and welcomes him back to their old mercenary company. Mitsurugi and Taki bury the hatchet, Sophitia brings Aeon Calcos’ ashes back to his Spartan homeland, and Kilik and company head back home.

And then we go to the modern day, with Zasalamel’s latest reincarnation. He is about to meet a world leader and mulls over the last few hundred years of human history. Despite two world wars and plagues and every evil mankind concocts, he tries to see the hopeful side of humanity to bring hope in return. Instead of the self destructive nature of his actions, he has opted to be a guide, a library of wisdom for the leadership of the world. He is no fool; wars could start from nothing. But despite this, he wants to build a foundation for future peace.

Fast forward two years after writing this, the pandemic has died down (though it has not completely gone away), but Putin decided to start another unnecessary war with Ukraine. And maybe the ending is a bit naive, and maybe we’re screwed either way. “Jumping the gun a bit,” someone might think.

But this morning, I discovered on the metrix that someone from Russia decided to read the ending one more time. Not the rest of the story, just the last chapter, after all the fighting had been done. I do not know who this reader is, but I can’t help but imagine what they are going through. This is a land where, currently, dissent is met with being thrown out a window. A land whose ruler is making every excuse to kill not only Ukraine civilians but sacrificing a whole generation of his own. And that’s not even going over the ripples this has left all over the world.

Before anyone asks: Yes, someone from Ukraine has read this story as well. At least one Russian and one Ukrainian have read the ending of this same story. Maybe they, too, play the games as teenagers. Or perhaps they are teenagers now, discovering the series through Soul Calibur VI. I’ll probably never know. 

I wonder if I succeeded in giving hope. That was the whole point of this story from the first day of its rough draft. I wonder if they sought comfort during this time. Or maybe they read through the rest and never got to the last chapter until now. Either way, if I have given someone hope on the other side of the planet under oppression comfort during this time, I will say that I succeeded as a writer.

Some people may scoff at an international community. But an international community is how we view each other as human. It is how we see what we have in common and how alike we are. It is how we share stories like these and find that someone else across the world can find the same beauty.

Right now, the world is torn between the xenophobic old guard sending kids to die and the internet community sharing stories and fiction. For myself, I’d rather see a library of silly, off the wall, pornographic fanfiction entries read by the entire world than another oscar-bait war drama about bloodshed no one needed. I hope it’s that easy a choice for most of us.

I did not write this story because everything was fine. The pandemic was still going, and this was before the vaccines were released. My parents and I nearly came to blows. We had just gotten through a hopeful but painful election. I wrote because I needed a voice of hope. Not some nihilistic downer with delusions of depth or some pop singer whining about celebrity drama. I needed characters who have seen Hell and escaped. I needed to show people, especially a younger audience, that someone is mad enough to imagine a world after these woes.

And I imagine kids from Russia, Ukraine or Iran (or anywhere else for that matter) want to see past horrors as well.

#fan fiction #soul calibur #russia #ukraine #iran #Burial of Nightmares #AO3 #comment exchange #international community

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

8, 33, 47, and 50 for the get to know you asks.

Thanks for the ask! I answered 47 and 50 here, but I'll try to give some back up answers this time!

8. where do you wish you could go?

Ohh, if only this list had an end haha. Out west is a big one for me, I've taken two trips to the Bay Area of California and one to the Phoenix area and Grand Canyon of Arizona, but other than that, the farthest west I've been is West Memphis, Arkansas. Or maybe New Orleans. They're about equally west tbh. But I really want to go to Colorado, Oregon, Washington, Alaska, Wyoming, Nevada, New Mexico, hell. Even Texas. Just so much new and different wildlife.

Also like, abroad too obviously. But I don't really have a hope or prayer of affording that. Oceania would be a dream come true.

33. what’s a cool skill, party trick, or talent you have?

Not that I get to show it off much as parties, but I love rollerskating! I'm not necessarily super impressive, but I can do some basic tricks like Shooting the Duck (no actual ducks involved). Also idk if this counts I guess but I recreationally pipe smoke tobacco on occassion and I can blow smoke rings like some kind of Hobbit lol.

47. what’s your favorite time of day?

I mentioned Dawn and Dusk in my last post but special shout out to evening as well, I love a good night hike out in the woods or a swamp.

50. what’s your favorite book, movie, and tv show?

Book- Again I am like the worst reader ever because I just can't stay focused long enough to finish a book, but aside from Dune and Lost Stars... Well I thought Phasma was pretty good, and Heir to the Empire. I also listened to the audiobook for the first in the new Thrawn trilogy and remember liking it, but sadly, my retention for audiobooks is really low.

Movie- Jurassic Park will always be #1 in my heart, but I really like horror movies too, especially campy 80's/90's horror, and I love vampire movies (except those vampire movies). Like I watched Bram Stoker's Dracula wayyyyy too young and it probably shaped me forever lol. I love Nightmare on Elm Street, Hellraiser, Scream, Lost Boys, Van Helsing, etc.

TV Shows- Since I really struggled with this the first go round, how about I tell you about a TV Show I have an... interesting relationship with. So one of my best friends is super obsessed with LOST. And because she's really into it, I watched the first 4 seasons in college. But it was a really stressful time, there was a lot going on, and I just... straight up don't remember any of it. So flash forward to now, my husband has never seen LOST, and so she starts a podcast with him as the co-host and they watch the episodes and recap and I edit the podcast for the entire first season and holy shit. I still don't remember a goddamn fucking thing that happens in this show.

I uh, don't really love it. It has good moments, but goddamn the early 2000's were like, hella misogynist and homophobic and such. But at least for our second season we're splitting up editing duties. I didn't mind it, because it made my husband and my friend happy, but wow yeah. Podcast editing takes a lot of time and I am not as into LOST as they are lol.

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

I...managed to reach 23 wins today, with the last win being a desperate team effort. I don't want to go anywhere further, I'm already satisfied, and tired.

Most of the teams are the same from the previous posts here and here, but there are a few different, and additional teams, which I will put here.

I feel like it's a waste to use SS Morty with Anni N, who can carry the battle by himself because of Piercing Blows. Silver appreciates SS Morty's help more. Pretty smooth, double Ho-Oh team remains as effective as ever.

FINALLY...-6 defense and -6 attack...Fully powered nuke from Halloween Morty!! Except he doesn't have Ghost Wish and his attack stays at +4, but doesn't matter! I made the almost impossible task work! This is how far I'll go to make him work because I love him god damn it.

Remember the redundant SS Kris/May/Rachel team? I tried to make it less redundant with my freshly EX-ed Zinnia and Rayquaza, who could benefit from any weather. I still have Dauntless as her lucky skill so I went for DPS Draco Meteor build....except this team suffer real hard from gauge. Realization hit me that everyone here is so slow. I brought SS Kris so Zinnia didn't have to use her crippling trainer move, but Zinnia still has to use her trainer moves to at least queue ONE action per turn. I'm so sorry that you had to carry this much burden, SS Kris. Someday you'll be 2/5 and the speed+gauge problem will be much less of an issue. Even with that severe gauge issues, this team somehow won, because May's nuke hit really hard, and Muddy Water dealing 13k damage, accompanied by 10k Draco Meteor damage from Zinnia.

Again, I thought it'd be a waste to use SC Lillie to accompany Blue and Pidgeot, especially when he can buff crit by himself. Sycamore fits to this team perfectly, and made gauges no longer an issue. Him healing for 600+ damage per Horn Leech is really scary, but that's just how brutally immortal Sycamore is under Grassy Terrain.

And because I already used SS Morty, Anni N returned to partner up with Halloween Caitlin after a while, for Unova Flag Bearer boost, and how she could help the team survive. Prof. Oak helped to stack Power Play boost, which is appreciated by Anni N.

And so I thought, it'd be a waste not to use SC Lillie, so I used her alongside SS Misty who needed full offensive boosts to nuke. The tricky part is that SS Misty had similar sync requirement like Lear (opponent should not have any buff for maximum nuke), while Entei constantly buffed himself every time he attacks. So, I gridded SC Lillie with boosts and Aggravation, while Grimsley assisted in Snatching the buffs, so SS Misty could focus on her nuke. The strategy worked. Stopping Entei's action means that he wouldn't buff himself, and SS Misty could nuke safely. I honestly still need to train more on how to use sync pairs like SS Misty and Lear.

The last run was Tapu Bulu, and it was a team effort of SS Elesa/Sidney/Cobalion and Piers/OG Morty/Misty & Starmie. The first team managed to reach third bar with 31% health, so instead of resetting I took the loss because I just needed another team to finish off. Piers was great in this occassion because of his Endure tanking capability, making him able to survive +6 Attack, Grassy Terrain boosted Wood Hammer. Misty helped Morty to quickly boost Blind Spot and provided occasional healing to him and herself. It was a team effort.

#personal #pokemon masters #that was wild #i think i'm done with gauntlet #tomorrow i'll start farming if i feel like it

[chunghasgirlfriend]

shit happens and i guess im bi now :D college update

well no one is really here but me, but i guess i wanted to at least update my blog. I'm bi now.

I want to be surprised but I'm really not. I first came out in the summer of 2016. I had just finished 6th grade and moved. I don't really remember how it came out, but I told my sister that I think I like girls. Not lesbian or bi, just that I like girls and that might make me a lesbian. I came out again in a few months on the bus saying I was bi.

And I wish that was the end, but this back and forth being a lesbian or bi would go on for years. until I guess now. 7 years later.

When I got to college, I expected my life to change, but not this much. I have always mostly had girl friends, even when I came out. I just didn't hang around many guys and the high school I went to didn't have much guys so I largely ignored them. But coming to college, I've met so many dudes and even got to be friends with a bunch of them. But there was one guy to change it all for me.

He's a really nice guy. And not nice guy as in I can't say anything about him other than that he's not a weirdo. I mean it when I say he's a nice guy. He has helped me a lot this semester. He looked out for me when I was super sick and kept checking up on me. When it was revealed that I got mono, he still comforted me even then that it wasn't even embarassing. He went to the library a lot by the end of the semester just to hang out with me and a couple friends. He lets me rant and vent about my problems and about our lives before we met. Just talking about who we are. He even made such an effort to get to know me and what I like. Like a few weeks ago when I went to his apartment, he just asked me about SEVENTEEN, and if you see this blog you know how much I love SEVENTEEN. I've also gotten to know him as well. Our fam, part of the big-little college club program, play this card game where we get asked super personal questions to get to know who we actually are. And his insistence on playing the game actually made all of us get closer and know each other better.

I think it's funny because he does make random friends, especially with women and he sounds like a lowkey fuck boy, but trust me, as a friend, he's super caring. even when he really doesn't have to be. he might be different as a lover, but he's an amazing friend and that above all matters to me.

And it was this slow accumulation that made me question my sexuality. because he's amazing and I'm so attracted to him. I've already suspected I was actually bi before I came here, but now I officially can say I am. and this is so self indulgent, but I want to list out EVERYTHING that made my heart flutter so hard.

He remembered my name. Even went up to me in GBMs to dap me up and talk to me when the semester started.

He kept checking up on me when I was sick. I was badly sick with undiagnosed mono at the time and I lost my voice on multiple occassions and got feverish. Throughout it all, he kept checking up on me and even kept encouraging me to hang out and to not be left behind. When I was diagnosed, he was the first person I told. He didn't judge me then. Even months later, he was joking about catching mono and all of our friends catching it so I wasn't alone.

He got to know me and insisted on doing so. He didn't have to. so far in the past, the fam program hasn't always been the best and usually fall through, but we did so good. We bonded well and I credit him trying to get to know me. He didn't even do it for the fam program, he just genuinely wanted to get to know me. He wasn't forced to do this.

He let me yap on and on about anything. I'm a huge yapper. I don't stop talking when I start. He has let me rant, vent, and just complain about everything. From my past, my classes, mono, genshin, anime, kpop, anything.

He helped me go to the gym. I was always planning on going but I was too scared because I've never been. I mentioned it off handedly one time and he decided to be my gym buddy. He's helped me alot with gaining confidence in the gym.

He compliments me a lot. From calling my hair cute, liking my outfits, and even noticing when I painted my nails, saying he loved the color. I went to the gym one day and he complimented all three, to the point even my other friend who we go to the gym with mentioned it. I haven't been called pretty for most of my life, so it feels good to see other people call me these things. Especially from a guy.

He matches my humor and vibe. There's nothing better than meeting someone equally as weird as you. Can take dark humor. And just comment weird shit together. Like oh yeah I just pooped. Or how do you want to die? Or would you start a cult. I'm insane and he kinda is too.

He's just genuinely a nice guy. Caring and playful. People sometimes use nice as a substitute because they don't know someone well enough to say anything else. He cares and he's a great friend. And he's also super playful, so it's never boring around him. He makes people comfortable around him quick. He might not tell me everything, but the fact remains that despite this, he comes off as super authentic.

He promised to take me out of state. He heard that I haven't been out of state (during dinner with his family. long story.) and offered to take me out for a weekend or so. Just because of me, our friend group is trying to take a trip during spring break. It means so much. I haven't travelled much in my entire life because my family is poor.

I know that it seems like there's really no barriers between us, but this family program doesn't usually work out. And the fact that mine has is kinda a miracle. Aside from just the name of family, these people have become my actual friends and an actual friend group. I don't know if I could handle losing them if we broke up.

But really, this is just an excuse I use. I'm afraid that if I chase him, I won't be able to pull him. He has interest in a girl and he likes her, well crushing on her. He doesn't know her that well, but he wants to. And he tells me all about her and how he's trying to get to know her. There's this girl that likes me and while she's cute, I've developed an actual interest in my boy crush. If I date her, she will be my rebound and I can't do that to her. Well I would've if she wasn't also in our club and close to my other friends.

But that's the thing. Usually people come to me and I don't chase. And I'm afraid that if I chase, I'll never get the people I want. Above all, I'm scared of rejection. I thought I buried those feelings of rejection a long time ago, but it seems I'm still afraid.

I've only known this guy as an actual friend since October 2023 and I think I'm in love with him. Which sounds crazy, but I've been texting him everyday and our friend group being college students makes it easy. Hell, he's texting me as of this moment. I don't want to lose him as my close friend if he doesn't return my feelings. In such a small time he's become someone I can't lose.

I want to mention that he's perfect for me. I want a friends to lovers situation when I fall in love. Lots of people become friends with people that they're interested in and then wish to date them. But for me, I've always wanted a love where I fall for my friend. I didn't become friends with them for any other reason than to just be friends. Then along the way, for some reason, without even noticing it, I fell in love. To me, he's like that. I can't even recall when I noticed that I liked him. All I remember was the realization that I was not a lesbian and I had a huge crush on him. He makes me happier.

First it was making me more cheerful. Then it was talking to me often and letting me send weird reels to him. Then it was going to the gym with him. Then it was bringing him to my dorm and me going to his apartment to hang out usually for short bits or with others around. Then it was him complimenting me. Then it was me hanging out with him alone at his apartment. It was us watching a basketball game together in the library. It was discord calls over winter break. It was bi-weekly meals and tri-weekly workout sessions.

I keep repeating these because they make my heart skip and butterflies fill my stomach. He's just so charming and he doesn't even realize it.

I just like him so much.

#chunghasgirlfriend #bi myself #bi girl struggles #crush #pining #he's so sweet #is he sweet or just rich #more at 7

[ningyousaiban]

A warning for this post: It will be long, serious, and it will contain serious and triggering topics. In short, it's a vent post. But I want to let this all out.

Hoo boy, I feel like doing a retrospective on January, even if it's not even halfway done.

My life did a 180° and I couldn't be more happier. I'm genuinely crying tears of happiness from how happy I am that I became better. The funniest part? All I needed was one specific person out of my life.

I had a best friend since 2018, and... They ditched me at the end of November 2022, after going with them to a game con and telling me that I ignored them all the time (even though they were on their phone all of the time while I was with them). I was devastated. I saw them as the only person who loved me and the fact that I made them so angry to the point they left me made me hate myself even more back then. To the point where the intrusive thoughts (if you know what I mean) wouldn’t stop. But honestly, after looking back... It was obvious they were REALLY distant towards me. They lashed out on me several times for not helping them, because I genuinely didn’t know how to help them, and on one occassion, they even threatened (TRIGGER WARNING) suicide because I went a bit silent. Talking with them started feeling more and more like walking in a minefield. Eventually it got to the point where I felt so much like a burden to them that every time I went to their place I would cry and contemplate doing something bad to myself. And I thought this was all love. I tried my hardest, my absolute damn hardest to help them feel better, but all that did was make ME feel worse. Nothing helped them. I am not a saint but I think that I put more effort into this. They still (....most of the time, they once left for like 2 days and when I called them they didn’t answer at all..) were there when I needed them and I appreciate that. But even their partner said that they could tell I cared about them.

After they ditched me, after a few really hard days, without much sleep or eating, I noticed how... Free I felt... No more feeling anxious that they would lash out on me, nothing. I felt calm for the first time in 4 years. And my life finally started going uphill. I took a train to a city with my friends, that I knew before I even knew this ex-friend. It was the most amazing trip of my life so far. I had so much fun playing games in the arcade with them, I went to gigs with them... And then 2023 rolled around, I started going to the gym, went with more gigs with my friends, and just overall spent more time with them, rather than being cooped up inside my room like I was when I was still talking to that ex-friend. My friend group immediately told me I could come see them when I told them about this, and that just makes me so happy... I am genuinely glad to have these friends and I love them. We also play a lot of Gmod, and they got into Half-Life as well!! And they keep asking me stuff about the lore and they know that it makes me so happy! I feel like with them I don’t have to mask myself, I can be a weirdo around them without feeling judged like before... And they don’t mind that I’m weird at all!!! Not to mention that games like Touhou and Half-Life made me cope with these 4 years... Hell, Valve is literally the reason why I am still around, I’d say, because HL2 literally inspired me to be a concept and game artist, and I will go to a uni with that course after I finish high school.

The thing that happened with my ex-friend still stings and I still cry over it, but that is to be expected, I can’t move on from someone who I talked to everyday for the last 4 years so quickly. It hurts to even think about them, especially when they appear in my dreams, sometimes I even see their dad in public and I just start shaking and tearing up from how remembering how much I was mistreated back then. But all that matters is that now I am happier, and that I still work on myself. I am a bit ashamed to admit that I want to befriend some people here on Tumblr that follow me, but I am too scared ^^;;;;;, so I want to work on that as well!!

And, if you read all of this, have cookies, thank you for reading this wall of text...! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

#tw vent #vent #venting