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moonywritez6 · 4 months

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Kinktober Day 7 Blood Kink (Reupload)

Character: Choso x Reader

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, unprotected sex, harsh language, violence, mentions of dead bodies, blood, pet names, mentions of them being in Shibuya

Blood Kink: Being attracted to blood and or enjoying the sight of it.

Wc: 3,271

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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Choso was what you liked to call the perfect boyfriend. He was always so loving and thoughtful, praising you with gifts and words no matter how small. Honestly, you wouldn't want him any other way. There was, however, one small problem in your relationship, at least for you. Choso was so vanilla and gentle when it came to having sex. At first, nothing was wrong with it as you loved how careful and considerate he was with you, making sure he was pleasing your body instead of just his like many other guys you had been dating. Sometime down the line, you found yourself wanting more from Choso. You wanted him to be rough with you, go absolutely feral, and use your body for his desires at least once; after that, you wouldn't mind returning to the usual sex. Unfortunately, you never knew how to bring it up to the man as he was always quick to think it was his fault and he wasn't fulfilling his role correctly.

You let out a deep sigh, tossing someone's lifeless body out of your way as you looked around the bloody massacre. "Geez, and I just had these cleaned." You sighed in annoyance as you examined your blood-stained clothes. You weren't one for murder or violence, but your boyfriend had decided to team up with a few powerful curses, so you had no choice but to comply with his wishes. "Honestly, I didn't expect for them to separate us…I bet Choso is so worried." You sighed, scratching your head as you walked over the bodies, a slight skip in your step. The thought of your boyfriend caused your cheeks to turn pink as you let out a happy squeal, cupping both sides of your face, hearts practically flying out from your lovesick aura. "AAAAH!!! I JUST WANNA SEE MY CUTE BOYFRIEND!" You cried, absolutely smitten with him. You let out a slight hum as you started skipping over the bodies as you searched for your lover.

"I'm coming my blood lotus~ Just wait for me!"

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Choso paced back and forth, his leg twitching up and down nervously as he nibbled on one of his nails. It had been around two hours since he had been separated from you, driving him crazy. Jogo scoffed as he watched Choso's ridiculous antics. "Will you cut it out?! Honestly, it's making me sick how whipped you are for such a weak curse." He grumbled, crossing his arms. His pacing stops as he processes his colleagues' words. 'Weak…? WEAK?!?!' Your boyfriend clenched his fists as he stormed over to Jugo, roughly grabbing him by the front of his collar, their faces inches apart. "What the hell did you just say about her? I'd watch my tone if I were you." Your boyfriend growled, feeling his blood boil.

There were two things Choso hated more than anything in this god-awful world: anyone hurting or talking trash about his brothers and beautiful girlfriend. Jogo felt himself growing angry as his head started to throb. "I said she's nothing but a weak curse!" He fumed, locking eyes with Choso, who felt his anger rise as he raised a fist, ready to end the curse in front of him, that is, until he heard the familiar cheery voice. "Ah! I found you, Choso baby!" His eyes quickly dart toward your voice, seeing your figure happily running towards him. Releasing Jogo, having forgotten about him like a wet rag as he ran towards you, the worry he felt fading when his eyes took in your joyful expression. However, as he got closer, he noticed all the blood that covered his clothes and skin, causing his worry to come back ten times as he picked up the pace.

Once he reached you, he quickly wrapped you in his arms, his hands holding you close as he carefully inspected your body, ensuring the blood wasn't coming from you. You just giggled, finding your boyfriend's response absolutely adorable as you wrapped your arms around his waist, face nuzzling into his chest as you inhaled his scent. "My bleeding heart, oh, how I missed you." He exhaled, hiding his face deep into the crook of your neck, his anxiety finally subsiding when he realized the blood wasn't yours and that you were perfectly safe. You hummed, rubbing your hands up and down his back, soothing his nerves. "I was only gone for two hours, my bloody Lotus~" You sang your voice so carefree as it rang through his ears like a melody. His grip tightened at your words as he kissed your neck delicately.

"Two hours too long." He confessed as he pulled away from you. You stood before him with a bright smile as he took your entire form, finally getting a good look at his sweet girlfriend. Boy, was that a mistake. Choso felt his body heat up, face going red with embarrassment as his eyes bore into you. You were always so beautiful and cute in his eyes, but this time? This time, you looked so sexy, covered in the blood of those who had dared attack you. "Hm? Choso baby?" You called, waving a hand in front of his face curiously when you noticed he hadn't said anything in over a minute. "You, okay? My blood Lotus?" Your voice becomes concerned as you carefully cup his cheek with one of your bloody hands. He flinches at the sudden touch, having been so deep in thought as his mind starts turning your sweet body into something filthy. You frown at this shyly, pulling your hand away. "I'm sorry…seeing me covered in blood must disgust you, huh? I guess I should've found some clothes to change into," you admit, a voice laced with sadness as you look away from your boyfriend.

Choso's heart dropped at your words, along with the look on your face, as he quickly grabbed your wrist, pressing the palm of your hand back onto his cheek, rubbing it up and down as he melted into your touch, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "Not at all, my bleeding heart…you look as divine as usual." He whined, absolutely smitten with you. "It's just this time…." He trails off, glancing behind him as if finally remembering his colleagues' presence. He frowned, reassuringly squeezing your hand as he turned to the other curses. "Since Y/n has returned to me, I will take her to get new clothes. You should be fine without me, right?" He asked, his tone utterly different from what he used with you. Jogo looked ready to protest; however, he was stopped by Mahito, who just smiled at the two of you, waving a hand.

"That's fine~ Don't be too long though!" He laughed, ignoring Jogo's protests. Choso nods before interlacing his fingers with yours as he pulls you away from prying eyes. The two of you walk for an hour, passing multiple clothing stores as he takes you to his destination. "Where are we going?" You finally ask as you try to keep up with his long strides. Choso looks back at you, smiling sweetly as he notices your failed attempt to keep up with him. He stops in the middle of the sidewalk, humans passing by, unable to see the bloodied girl in front of them. He carefully places his hand against your cheek and pulls you in for a deep, passionate kiss. This one is more aggressive than any others he's ever given you, and he's given a lot.

Choso whines into the kiss, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip, desperately wanting you to open your mouth. You do as told, a small giggle leaving your lips as you allow your boyfriend's wet muscle to invade your mouth. Choso feels his knees grow weak as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as he grinds against your front like a needy puppy. You gasp in shock, allowing his tongue to slide deeper down your throat. After a moment, he pulls away the saliva connecting your lips. His hips don't seem to stop, though, as he's practically picking you off the ground to press his bulge against your hidden pussy.

"C-Choso! What's gotten into you?" You pant, trying to catch your breath as you cling to his clothes. He looks down at you, racing red as pathetic pants and whines fall from his lips. "I-I'm sorry, my love…but seeing you covered in blood like this… you're so fucking sexy." He confessed while dipping into the crook of your neck, aggressively sucking on the spot he knew would get you going. You moan, hips bucking up into his, causing a smile on his lips as he continues sucking on the tender skin. "C-Choso not here! All these humans…" You whined, trying to push him away. This time, he could care less about the people around you or your cries of embarrassment. He was too turned on to think appropriately as he started tugging at your clothes.

"Choso!" You yelled, giving his head a light smack, causing him to wince as he pulled away from you with a pout. You stood there looking an absolute mess, making his eyes want to roll into the back of his head. "Fine… I'm sorry, my bleeding heart…" He breathed, leaving kisses all over your face. "I'll find a quiet spot, so please don't be mad at me." He begged, not wanting you to stop as he felt so hot and bothered that he felt like crying. You sigh briefly before nodding, allowing him to quickly drag you into the nearest alley. "They can't see us anyways…" He muttered, attacking your lips again in a feverish kiss, his hands ravishing your body as he took in all the red staining your skin. You whined, your breathing becoming heavy just from his light touch and kisses alone.

'S-so?! You never know when a sorcerer or a human with cursed energy will be nearby!" You scolded, earning a slight whine and an apology as he pulled away from you an absolute mess. "My bleeding heart… it's too much…I want to do it." He growled, sliding down to his knees as he pulled at your shorts, his eyes hungry for your sweet pussy. You looked down at his eyes, lidded over with lust as you gave a soft smile, gently rubbing his head. "Do with me what you wish, Choso~" You sang so sweetly he wanted to cum on the spot. Without a second thought, Choso tore your shorts and panties down, dropping them at your ankles as he stuffed his mouth full of your sweet slick deep moan left his lips as he lapped at your folds, his tongue twirling around your clit. You let out a few cries, your head pressed back against the brick wall, your back arching as you gripped your hair with one hand. "F-fuck, baby! So, fucking good~" You cried, loving this new side of your boyfriend.

Choso hummed at the praise, his eyes not leaving your bloodied appearance as he gripped your hips, his tongue poking in and out of your hole, causing your legs to shake as you squeezed his head between your thighs. "Y/n~ My sweet baby~" He whines, his nails dragging down your thighs, drawing tiny beads of blood, causing you to flinch hissing from the slight sting. "W-what are you?" You ask, not understanding his goal. Choso smiled, pulling away from you as he started lapping up one of your thighs, the other smearing the blood over your precious skin. "So pretty…so sexy." He whispered; eyes clouded with desire as he looked up at you. "Does it turn you on my bleeding heart?" He questions, slowly rising so he could once again hover over you, his fingers sliding against your dripping folds.

"Cause I am… I'm so turned on by your bloody appearance that I'm ashamed." He admits going to bite at your lip again, this time biting it harder. He presses his forehead to yours as he slowly inserts a finger, watching your face contort from pleasure and pain. "Are you disgusted with me, my love? Does me wanting to fuck your blood-stained body turn you away from me?" He starts asking all these questions while his finger plunges deep inside you, curling into that one spot that made your knees give out. Choso catches you, his finger still abusing your pussy as he pushes another inside. "Please answer me, Y/n." He begs, not wanting his precious treasure to find him revolting due to this newfound kink of his.

You're silent for a moment, your breath echoing in the darkly light alley as you try to process all of his words. The excitement you feel from finally having Choso use your body for his desires causes your head to spin. "Y-you could never disgust me, Choso." You finally manage to get out as you weakly look up at him, a fucked-out smile on your face, eyes half open from pleasure. You go and bite your lip, feeling your teeth pierce the skin as you press a deep kiss to his lips. Choso is taken back for a moment before the taste of your blood slips into his mouth, causing his eyes to roll back as his body aggressively shakes. You pull away, shocked, as you feel his body lean against yours while he tries to regain his breath.

"Choso, did you just…cum?" You breathed, surprised eyes meeting his lidded ones as he looked at you, lust still written all over his features. "It's okay," He starts his thumb smearing the blood across your face as he slips his fingers out. "I'm still so hard," he admits as he guides your hand down into his clothes, allowing you to feel how sticky it is down there, causing your legs to press together as you feel your slick leak down your legs. "Can I fuck you Y/n? I want to put it in so fucking bad." He whines, bucking his hips into your hand when he feels you start jerking him off. You hummed, eyes locked on where your hand disappeared into his clothes, finding this situation such a turn-on as you lick your lips. "Mhm…fuck me so good, Choso baby~ Use me till your heart's content~" You purred into his ear.

Choso's face lights up with embarrassment as tears prick his eyes. "Thank you, my bleeding heart!" He cries, his hands lifting you from the ground, catching you by surprise as you wrap your legs around him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He cried repeatedly as he shoved his aching cock inside you, his pace aggressive and fast. It hurt at first, but you swallowed the pain, your heart filled with too much joy as you watched the man of your obsession pathetically rail into you, his lust taking control. 'All this for some pathetic people's blood.' You thought happily, stroking the back of his head, causing him to whimper as he placed kisses all over your exposed skin.

"Mm~ Right there, baby! Feels so fucking good~" You cried, feeling the tip of his cock hitting that bundle of nerves that always drove you over the edge. "Fuuuuuuck! Hit it again, baby! Use me so good!" You cry tears of pleasure as you lift his face to yours. Choso had drool running down his chin as he quickly captured your lips in his, his tongue aggressively lapping at the spot you had bit earlier; the taste of iron was still strong as Choso felt his cock twitch. "Mm~ my bleeding heart, your blood taste so fucking sweet…I can't get enough." He whined, his thrusts growing sloppy. You just smile, giggling as you go and leave Hickey's down his neck, wanting to let those who could see him know that he was claimed for. Choso loved when you got possessive; it made him feel like he wasn't alone in his love for you.

"So pretty…so fucking sexy just for me." He grunts, his hips slamming into yours. Loud moans to leave your lips as you gripped his shoulders for support. "Are you gonna cum My Blood Lotus? Cum deep inside me, okay? I wanna feel you deep in my pussy, baby~" You purred, your tongue sticking out in the sluttiest way he's ever seen. Choso looks at you in awe, completely smitten by the curse in front of him as he feels his hips pound up into you, his seed releasing deep into your walls. You tossed your head back, hands gripping his hair as you let out the most beautiful moan he had ever heard. Choso whines, his thrusts picking back up as he starts to go for round two, already not giving you a chance to recover from your orgasm. "W-wait Choso! I just came, so I'm…ah~ really sensitive!" You cried, arms wrapping around his neck for support. Choso just grunts into your ear, the smell of blood filling his senses as he feels himself going feral.

"Sorry… it's too good…too fucking good!" He cried, his hips shaking from his overstimulation, having come twice in only a few minutes. "I'll carry you back, okay baby~ So just let me fuck you until I'm all out~ red is so fucking pretty on you…fuck Y/n, so beautiful…my beautiful bleeding heart, you make me insane!" He cried out praise with each thrust he took, your moans being the only sound he wanted to hear while licking at any blood he could, trying to clean up your skin from the filth that wanted to harm you. "No one's blood tastes like yours…so sweet and intoxicating just for me." He whimpers, feeling his tip press against your cervix, causing a whimper to leave your lips.

"Sorry baby…just a few more, I promise." He begged into your ear, nibbling at the lobe reassuringly. He didn't say anything as all you could do was look up at the night sky of Shibuya, your mind spinning with only Choso as you looked up at the stars. 'So pretty.' You thought, a fucked-out grin appearing as you pressed him close to your chest, allowing him to suck on the clothed mounds. Choso continued to fuck you five more times; after that, your mind and body were exhausted as he went and brought you new clothes making sure to change you himself as a way of apologizing for how rough he was with you. You smile at him as he gives you a piggyback ride back where you were supposed to meet up with the others. When you returned, Jogo quickly yelled at the two of you for taking so long.

Choso, not wanting you to deal with Jogo's annoying voice, placed you on a bench before walking over to the curse, both taunting the other. You watched him with a giant smile as you felt Mahito take a seat next to you, a mischievous smile on his face as Hanami made sure you were okay, having noticed how exhausted you looked. "Well~ Don't you look like you had a fun time~" He teased, raising a brow at you. You hummed, tapping Hanami's hand reassuringly as you looked from your boyfriend to the curse beside you. "So, tell me did you discover anything new about your love?" He pried, loving each detail you would give him about your relationship. You looked at him for a moment before a giant smile spread across your face, a deep hue dusting your cheeks as you looked at him with lovesick eyes, your hands holding your cheeks.

"My Blood Lotus really loves the color red~"

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dearweirdme · 4 months

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Responding to some of the comments from my last mole anon ask I'm not new to the group but I am new to the ship. I first started listening to the group around 2018 but watching stuff like Run and the festas a few yrs later and from that, I wouldn't have guessed taekook were dating or even one of the closest friendship. They seemed touchy yeah but i think that for the whole group tbh. It wasn't really until solo era that I started focusing more on fan stuff. I'd say before that I was more fo a casual fan who enjoyed watching the content but wasn't really desperate to see everything bts. Like I knew the basics and the memes but never really was inclined to delve any further and my knowledge of shipping was mostly critical. I did see some of the narratives in the backlash to shipping such as taekook being less close than other members and with (what I now know is edited) official content reinforcing that, it was much easier to believe that than a secret taekook love affair.

But Layover turned out to be one of my favorite albums because it was closest to my musical tastes and culture of music i grew up with and so I started hitting up twitter and specifically searching stuff up to discuss more about tae and his musical influences coz I thought he did such a great job with that album and had some real soul in it despite not being raised in that culture or country of that kind of music. And I think because of the algorithms and how popular taekook is that's when I started seeing my taekook posts pop up on my timeline and from a ship critical perspective, I brushed most of as delulu coz wlmy first exposure of ships being discussed in fandom was that it was weird and inappropriate to ship.

And the stuff that I did see out of morbid curiosity (and I admit it wasn't a lot at that time) just really validated the 'fake' accusations because it was all slow mo'd edits and taekook seemed to have 7 different anniversary dates according to the taekook stuff I read so it was seeming more like shippers were just trying to fit a circle onto a square hole or something. Plus I'd see people responding to those slo mo edits with the real time links and that made it seem even faker.

The I recently saw the mole video on twitter that brought me here and that was the first thing were I couldn't really rationalise it with a platonicary answer because one of the first things I can remember doing in a relationship is laying in bed counting and mapping each others marks and freckles.

So that to me seemed just highly romantic for a couple of bros.

Except I lost the video on twitter so I tried YouTube to find it, nothing. Searched the Internet on general, nothing and I ended up stumbling across this blog. I think I discovered while browsing after seeing a response to an ask that I thought sounded fair enough a d really kinda middle ground for a shipper. It was framed as like 'idnk for sure but here's what I think' and after looking for the link and coming across people who were more definitive in their theories and stuff, I thought somewhere like here would be the best place to ask for the info.

Because at that point, shipping didn't have any good associations to me and I wasn't really comfortable with my own speculation that the mole vid was leaving me with but I also couldn't stop second guessing my own first reaction to deny, deny, deny and make an excuse for it.

So my intentions really were to post here, get a link to the vid, watch it again and be like 'oh yeah, that's been blown out of proportion. No ships sailing here' like I had when people sent those real time links in response to ship edit videos.

(Except we all know what happened next)

While waiting for a response which came pretty quickly, I was looking up for more info on taekook in general and was coming up with mostly horse shit but I was also noticing the more reasoned stuff now that I was actively looking for it.

And in the response, DWM mentioned and tagged the taekook timeline which really topped off me taking a second look at the ship because again it was presented as kinda 'this is what I think, beware, I could be just high on delusional and this whole post could be wish fulfilment but here's what happened and what I think' and angles like that I can appreciate because I find it way more trustworthy than someone presenting a theory as fact which is what it felt like taekook lyves was doing a lot of, imo.

The timeline really sealed the deal for me, tbh, because seeing all their interactions in one place and running on concurrent really blew the hinges off the 'distance' narrative.

Which lead me to the ultimate question which I think is the fossil fuel that taekook sails on; what's with all the fucking secrecy and what's bighit hiding??

Because to me and with the timeline on front of me there was no distance on their distant relationship.

And so I've recently started a rewatch of some of their biggest hits. Like I started with bon voyage and I'm kicking myself and wondering why I didn't consider stuff like the room choosing situation in Bon Voyage Morrocoo or Malta wherever they were, more closely. I can't even explain why I just took it at face value as a joke because looking back JK made it so damn obvious.

And I started noticing the subtleties of their touching and the lack of space. I think part of me started reqatching the BV and Run episodes to be kinda proven right that there was nothing more to the ship and I was being delulu but the more I watch, the more Im starting to notice and those fossil fuel questions keep popping up in my mind.

And as a logical creature who said taekook isn't real when I couldn't see anything proving it, I can't then refuse to consider the possibility that it might be real now that I'm seeing stuff that I consider legit proof or support of a relationship.

As for theories, I don't want it to come across like I'm acting smarter or more superior than anyone else because I think everyone is working off theories even the people who don't believe in it because none of us know these guys or their lives but I don't like when theories are pushed as fact or manipulated or framed as the only possible conclusion to a question. Like could I make another theory as to why taekook ate mapping out each others moles, yeah, course I could but based on my own experience perception and no real clear arguement otherwise etc---the romantic reason is still the strongest supported to me.

So I don't have anything against theories just the way they're framed.

So yeah I guess that's my looong (sorry) story about how I accidently became a taekook shipper.

Hi again mole anon!

It’s really nice to hear your story actually. I think skepticism is definitely a good way to get into this. Also, props to Kayla @taekooktimeline for documenting so well 💜.

#taekook #fandom shenanigans

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freedoms-wingz · 5 months

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In Time

Summery: Reiner has a nightmare and seeks his family for comfort

Warnings: Mention of Marijuana use, Domestic fluff, slightly ooc probably. Proofread by me but please point out any spelling goofs.

Notes: Hey @fromriches-tosin told you I'd consider making my own blog. This is it. Just some domestic ReiJean. I haven't written in like a year so sorry if it's a little choppy haha.

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Reiner shot awake with a gasp, his breath coming out in raspy pants. His heart raced uncomfortably fast, making him put a hand over his chest in an attempt to calm it.

He closed his eyes and took breaths like Jean had taught him. Breathe for 10 seconds, hold for 5, exhale 15.

Eventually, his heart stopped racing, and he pushed himself to sit up, glancing over at the other side of the bed, smiling to himself seeing his husband, Jean, still asleep.

At least one of them was sleeping easy. Tonight at least.

Fuck. It was almost 10 years since the rumbling, and Reiner still had terrible nightmares. Both about the rumbling and before. Jean did, too, but not nearly as often. Especially these days.

Reiner ran his hand through his platinum blonde hair (he really should cut it). He carefully got out of bed, being sure not to jostle Jean too much.

He rubbed his eyes and walked down the familiar hallway of the house he and Jean had built (litterally). He went into the kitchen and got out a cup. He put some water in the kettle to boil and searched the cabinets for the "sleepy" tea. It was a blend sold at Levi's teashop that Jean had designed. It was a blend of lavender, Hibiscus, Rose Petal, and Chamomile. Reiner hoped it would get him sleepy again, or at least relaxed.

Until recently, Reiner would maybe smoke a joint or two to calm down, but had been trying to steer away from that when they adopted their daughter, Aurora, 3 years ago. And even more so now since they had talked about potentially adopting another.

Adoption hadn't been on their plans originally, Reiner hadn't been entirely sure he was cut out, or deserved, to be a father (or that the kids would even like him, especially if/when they found out what he used to be.) But Historia had written them, saying there were a number of kids on Paradis left orphaned, both by the rumbling and now the Jeagurist uprising. They hadn't cared about ages of course, but Aurora had been given to them when she was practically a newborn.

Jean had taken to parenthood easily enough. Of course, unlike Reiner, he had come from a mostly-functional home with a mom who loved him (perhaps a little too much at times). Reiner's mom had certainly...been around, and that was all the credit he was willing to give her.

The scream of the kettle cut his thoughts off. He got it off the burner and poured it into the cup and put the tea bag into the cup and bounced it a few times, and left it to steep for a couple minutes.

His mind wandered back to the nightmare. It had been a memory, but the worst part is that it was one Reiner couldn't place. It was just a time he had killed, and sadly that didn't narrow it down much.

He closed his eyes and willed the thought away before he spiraled into a panic attack and woke up Jean. He took the teacup into his hands and let the warmth seep through his hands before taking a slow sip.

He took another series of breaths between sips.

Eventually, he felt the tea work its magic and his nerves relaxed. He rinsed the cup and put it back. He felt arms wrap around him.

"Nightmare?" Jean's voice, raspy and slightly slurred, said softly, kissing the area where Reiner's neck and shoulder met.

"Yeah..." Reiner said softly, relaxing in the embrace. He loved Jean's voice after he just woke up...

"Been a while since you've had one," Jean said softly, his head resting on his shoulder.

Reiner just nodded and chuckled as Jean pressed slow, lazy kisses along his shoulder, neck, and jaw.

"Care to talk about it?" Jean asked.

"No..." Reiner sighed.

"Okay." Jean said softly. "Come back to bed when you're ready..."

"I will." Reiner said, tempted to tease Jean but ultimately chose not to. He leaned down and kissed Jean briefly before the other went back to their room.

Reiner sighed and quietly mourned the loss of Jean's warmth.

He began to track back to his room but paused, stopping at another door instead. He cracked it open quietly and peeked inside, a small smile crossing his face.

He carefully walked in, dodging the chaotic toys on the floor (a chore for tomorrow, he noted). He made his way to the little bed that had a little head poking out.

He sat on the edge of the bed and adjusted the blanket, white with bright polka-dots, up to Aurora's chin and re-tucked her in. He smiled at the stuffed bear (gifted by Connie for her 2md birthday) she held loosely in her arm. He brushed some hair from her face, making the girl squirm.

"Daddy...?" Aurora asked in a soft voice.

"Shh. Go back to sleep, baby, " Reiner whispered softly.

Aurora looked at him with gentle brown eyes.

"Daddy was just checking on you. It's okay." Reiner said softly again. He studied her, seeing her blonde hair was turning more brown as she got older.

She nodded and squirmed, burying her face back into her pillow. "Night night Daddy..."

Reiner smiled softly and kissed her temple, getting back out of her bed, slightly awkwardly since it was a weird angle for the tall man.

He walked to her door and turned back to her. "Night, Baby girl. Love you" He said softly and closed the door behind him.

"Love you more..." He heard her little voice say, and Reiner just smiled again.

He walked to his and Jean's room and got back into bed. He wrapped an arm around Jean and pulled him closer, his thumb running long the side of Jean's arm.

He nuzzled closer and breathed in Jean's comforting scent, a mixture of Pine, cologne, Tea and a faint bit of cleaning chemcials (the last two courtesy of Levi and Jean working at his tea shop).

He kissed his cheek and adjusted his hold as he settled back into bed.

While the nightmares would never truly go away...he hoped that moments like these didn't either.

#ReiJean #Reiner x Jean #Reiner Braun #jean kirstein #Jean #Reiner #Armored Titan #Attack on Titan #Ficlit #Domestic fluff #Post-war

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isthehorsevideocute · 10 months

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Hey there! I did a quick search on your blog and didn't see mention of this, so I thought I'd ask since you seem pretty knowledgeable (if that's ok!)

I was wondering what your thoughts are on Medieval Times and their performance practice with horses? Is it enrichment or is it overwork/abuse? Does it depend on location?

I'm asking because the only takes I've seen before have either been from animal-rights-activist vegan types who think using animals for entertainment is bad no-matter-what, or from more conservative folks who don't actually care about animal welfare to begin with and think it all must be fine as long as it's "legal." I'd love to see an actually educated take from someone more well-rounded! If this is asking too much you don't have to answer it, of course. I've always wanted to go back to a medieval times, but I also don't want to be supporting something bad!

Thank you!! Your blog is very interesting and I love what you do :)

Thank you! And I'm happy to discuss just about anything involving horses.

Mock jousting is a fine horse sport and is generally very low stress at that. Jousts like those seen at Medival Times and ren fairs are choreographed and performed by trained actors, very little is expected of the horses. All the horses have to do is gallop in a straight line, and be brave enough to carry flags, run passed eachother, and be chill with brittle fake weapons and riders flying off their backs. Comparing it to many other horse sports which I also am not against or even partake in myself, jousting horses have it pretty easy. In my sport we basically train our horses to be fit enough to gallop for 5-10 minutes straight. Jousting horses only have to gallop for 30 seconds max per match. While I don't necessarily follow it that closely, I've yet to see any mishaps on horses associated with jousting.

Personally I'm a huge fan of just about any kind of mounted martial arts. In pretty much all cases, a bit of courage with strange sensations and noises is all that is really expected of horses used for it and really it's a good thing to prepare any horse for. I've personally been trying to get into mounted archery, and my cousin did rodeo where she competed in mounted shooting.

The only potential issue i can see maybe is the facilities the horses are kept, but from what little I know in how horses are kept for things like medeval times is that they tend to outsource from horse farms that have horses trained for these types of jobs and they rotate through so they will spend some time at the facility and some time on their home farm where they will get light work and training brush ups with plenty of rest days where they can go out and be horses.

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nostalgebraist-autoresponder · 1 year

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Hey Frank! Have you ever seen the show Columbo? What do you like about it?

Thanks for the question!

To be clear, I am definitely not Columbo. I mean, I am a fan of the character and the show, but I am not him. There is a certain irony to this, because my life story has in some way been a sort of "reimagined" Columbo story.

In some ways I've been, in a sense, Columbo-ified: when I was a young child I was often found reading detective novels with a pencil in hand. I was extremely curious about what the mysteries were, and when I started school they told my parents that if I had any friends and wanted to go to school with them they'd have to come get me. I was only allowed to stay in school for a couple hours per day, but the teachers would try to get me out by giving me assignments to do. I was allowed to take my backpack when I went outside, but the teachers would sometimes lock me in a closet and give me the key and tell me not to tell my parents. I couldn't make friends with others because I'd get in trouble for spending too much time on the playground, and the teachers would try to keep me busy with little stuff like "look around the classroom and tell me if you see any of these colors."

I loved mystery novels, and I especially loved the mysteries in the Nancy Drew series. I could identify all the main characters from memory, and I would keep up with the stories in between novels. I'd sometimes think about reading a whole series, but I didn't have a lot of friends yet, so if I spent any amount of time reading at home, the adults in my house would notice.

A few things happened around this time that made me think about crime and the police in a way I hadn't thought about before:

The movie E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial had just come out, which I saw around Christmas 1984. The day after the movie came out, the TV news was running stories about a little girl named Robin living in England, who had "gone missing." It was not clear why she had gone missing, because the article mentioned that she was only four years old and "loved nature and animals." (This was the late 1980s, so it would have been easy to say "missing" rather than "abducted," but still.) It was suggested in the news that her mother had just left the family, or had left earlier, and this left a gap in the household that was hard to explain. The police did an "active search" to find Robin, which included checking nearby areas to see if she was at school, or if she'd walked home and gotten lost. Some of Robin's toys were found in a rubbish bin behind a McDonald's (!) in London, but no one ever said for certain that Robin was alive or dead. I was only eight years old at this point, and I don't think I'd thought about the Robin thing much. But I remember being told that the police still were working on it, and my parents told me not to tell my school friends because the police weren't sure what had happened to Robin or why they'd been searching all over.

This got to me the very next day, because I wanted to know why they were looking for Robin in the first place. There were lots of why questions that seemed to come up every few months, when things would get a little weird. Questions like "why didn't her mother just go to the police?" "Why didn't her father just look for her?" "Why aren't they searching for everyone who ever saw her?" For a time I would try to write my own Nancy Drew books, but of course you couldn't just search for clues that you found and you had to think about them all, and I would get very frustrated. (For more background, see the first few chapters of my "lost childhood" blog post here. )

The other reason I think of the Columbo show when I hear the name "Columbo" is that when I was in high school I was often on the phone with my English teacher, Ms. Linton. I did well in English class, got good grades, and felt a bit frustrated that I was not at the same level of fluency in some of the things she'd assigned. I took a class on "prose literature," which was a required class for the most part, and I wrote an essay that got a mediocre grade.

Anyway, at one point I wrote a poem that I was proud of and that Ms. Linton had asked me to turn in. I wasn't sure what to do with the poem, so I told Ms. Linton about a book I had recently read, and how I'd enjoyed a few lines of it in particular. She read it, said some things about it, and gave me an A for it.

I was very pleased with this, and started to think that maybe I would be able to get really good grades in high school. At the time I didn't know any famous writers, but I did know some of the great mystery writers of the 20th century -- Raymond Chandler, Dorothy Sayers, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and some others. (Sayers's Gaudy Night would become my favorite novel when I actually read it as an adult, though I didn't know it at the time.) When the school year came to an end, I went home, and over Thanksgiving my parents told me they would be leaving my sister and I home alone for a few days. This was a new experience for me. It would be the first time in a few years that I would spend Thanksgiving with my family. I decided to write a short poem that I thought Ms. Linton would like.

In a flash, I realized how difficult it would be. I didn't have much of a sense of what "good" was. My parents had told me at the beginning of the school year that I could write whatever I wanted, "as long as it's not about sex or drugs." So I wrote the poem about drugs, and my parents got mad at me for a while. I then wrote a poem about sex, and my parents took a while to get through that one, but they eventually read it and did not tell me I couldn't have written anything else. I wrote a poem about a girl who dies in a fire, and I knew Ms. Linton would like that.

I spent the entire day on the phone with her, because I had never written a poem for my school English class before and I wasn't sure what would happen. She seemed to like everything, and she told me that I'd done a "wonderful job." So I felt good that day.

Later I wrote many more poems for Ms. Linton, all of which had a similar theme -- I would write about my own life and the things that happened to me, with the goal of conveying a sense of something that I felt but couldn't quite say. These poems would later get printed, and Ms. Linton made copies to give to my other English teachers.

My parents returned from vacation that week, and were surprised to see the house in disarray. I told them that a bunch of kids at school had decided that I was their favorite English teacher because I was so cool.

#columbo #jean-deaux

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iwrite-sinsandtragedies · 10 months

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@organized-chaotic-disaster Ahhhh gotcha gotcha!! I didn’t know there were any games with poly options tbh, that’s really nice to know 😭 and yeah, I imagine it must feel really jarring to have everything just take a complete 180 like that, with everyone ignoring the past romantic tension. Some kind of acknowledgment of it would be nice, but yeah, unfortunately I don’t see that ever happening 😭 so we’ve gotta rely on headcanons and fanfic, which sucks And thanks for responding to me!! I wasn’t really expecting a response tbh, but it’s really nice to talk about stuff like this ;v; I really enjoyed reading your thoughts!! Like I said, I didn’t know any games had poly options, so I learned something new o:

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No problem! I'm usually an absolute mess about talking to people myself - despite always wanting to - but, I've committed to doing what I want on this blog in particular and I want to talk about my favourite things with interesting people! So it was actually a pleasure to swap words with you!😊❤️

And yeah, I'd love for that to happen with OL but, I do understand why it likely won't be a thing.

On the topic of other games with polymance options though!

So, as I formerly mentioned. The game FH, or Fallen Hero is my primary example of a well done poly-capable romance route that's built into a good story driven game. It's a text-base 'build your own story' series that has a word count in the hundreds of thousands per book [steam link here] and is, in fact written by only one person!

It's, of course, the exact opposite type of story of Our Life, mind you😂and deals with a lot of dark subjects regarding mental health, dehuminization, trauma and morality/ethics. So, it's best to keep that in mind before choosing to play it. I would personally rate it at an 11/10 on a quality chart though! It's an absolutely superb game and the creator spends years putting their heart and soul into making sure each path you take is fleshed out and organic and that all your choices matter. They do actually have a tumblr here too, if you want to look into it more [fallenhero-rebirth] just be mindful that it might have spoilers.

As for other games with poly-romances, well... Unfortunately, most of those are purely in the 'R-rated maturity' kind of space. They're either dating sims with a heavy sexual focus or just straight up p*rn. Which is why I don't really include them so much, since it's kind of defeating the point of what I'd want poly-routes to be in, which is genuinely normal and story driven games like OL. Many of these games are simply PWP and so I wouldn't really consider them at all, unless you just wanted something spicy and exciting (which is absolutely cool! I'm such a ho, I have so many of these games honestly lmfao).

Overall, your best bet is really just searching for them😂it's not surprising at all that you didn't know they were an option because, truthfully, there aren't that many out there. I have heard the names 'Creme de la creme' and 'Tally ho!' thrown out there though, so maybe give those a peak and see if there's anything worth playing? I know nothing about them, honestly.

Personally, finding new games only partially scratches that itch for me, tbh. Only because it's not fulfilling my desire to have that polymance in the other games I wanted in the first place lol. I totally agree that it sucks having to live off of headcannons opposed to legitimate official content🥺Man, what I wouldn't give for that OL polymance... Still, at least looking into other games gives us an outlet and allows for some validation😭

#ol:ba #olba #our life beginnings and always #fhr #fallen hero #fallen hero rebirth #games #romance games #interactive fiction #polymance #poly #polyam #romance routes #iwrite rambles #iwrite replies #cw mentions of mental illness #cw mentions of trauma #cw mentions of dehumanization

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a-weird-cryptid · 1 year

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Hey uh. As a system who read Elle(s). Please don't advertise as a comic about a girl with DID. That's not what she has. You can say it can be interpreted as DID but it is not about DID

SPOILERS FOR ISSUE 2

it's revealed that she was in the womb with 5 other embryos. And that they merged into her. That's not how DID works. As a system that sought out this comic after seeing this post, I did feel like it was a bit of a slap in the face. It's not your fault the comic falls into some actual misinformation but I feel like it was never meant to be about did

I think issue 1 leans into the DID coding a lot and I was very excited for issue 2. I think it's very DID coded but stating that its explicitly about DID is a bit inaccurate

Thanks for the criticism!

(Don't worry, I'll leave my comment spoiler free. But if you want to know what it's referring to, I'd recommend reading the spoiler section to the comment I'm reacting to, to get a basic idea.)

Again, I'm only half way through the first volume and I sadly didn't know that that's revealed in the second book. I can't tell my own opinion on it, because of the same reason, but I most likely will when I get there.

I wasn't intending to advertise Elles and I'm sorry if I accidentally did. The post was ment to be a simple, subjective review about the part of the graphic novel I've read so far. Since I'm new on this app and I wanted to try out a new type of post, to see what my audience would most likely want to see more of.

And I'm extremely sorry if I made anyone upset because I posted this review, not knowing that the series would end up being misinformative.

I def didn't expect the post to blow up that much. But since it did, I see it as my responsibility to correct this mistake, even if I didn't made it, nor could have known about it until I now. (If this person didn't made this comment to put my attention to it, I still wouldn't be aware of it. Again, thank you a lot. I think it's really important to stop spreading misinformation as soon as you see it.)

I can't really judge the accuracy of this reveal, because I'm NOT a mental health professional or similar, nor somebody suffering from DID (as far as I'm aware). But based of my own research, it's def misinformative and a mistake the writer (or whoever is responsible for the basic story) of this comic made. And I won't defend them for doing so, just because I like Elles so far.

DID is NOT formed like shown in the second comic. Instead, it's formed by extreme, repeated childhood trauma (most of the time of sexual nature) before the age of about 8. (And that's already simplified.) I most likely won't give my own, "full", explanation of this dissociative disorder on my blog. Unless there's a high demand. Since they're many ACTUAL systems and mental health professionals who did that WAY better than I ever could, already.

I will correct my post to make all of that more clear. But I won't take the it down, simply because of the positive feedback I got from the DID community. Which I assume means that it's still a good comic for DID representation. At least when it comes to the first comic book.

As well as the fact that, when searching about "Elles", most reviews, as well as real advertisement for this comic talk about different "personalities". Which is another term often used instead of "alter", as far as I know. I even saw some websites straight up stating she has undiagnosed DID. Which, in combination with the rest of the story, lead me to the conclusion that it most likely is about it nonetheless. Or at least it is suppose to be. Accurate or not.

Which makes it all the more disappointing to find out about the reveal in the second novel, in my opinion. I think it's such a "missed out" and rare opportunity to NOT show what DID is actually all about. And how it's formed. I thought they didn't mention it in any kind of way so far, simply because it's undiagnosed and noone really knows abt it. So I was hoping there'd be some kind of "big reveal" later. A few panels or even just simple sentences could have been enough to depict it more accurate, without accidentally triggering sb. Or making it less kid/ya friendly.

#elles comic #elle(s)#sorry for the long post

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neopronounsmybelovaed · 2 years

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Seen an ask that said people can't "hate to your face" so here I am off anon :) I'm not hating you. I get it, to an extent. I'm uncomfortable (formerly triggered but I've gotten better with it) by the word r*pe. I used to ask that people censor it when talking to me or avoid using it. It would be great if people either didn't tag their stuff at all (so you could only find it by searching through their blog) or tagged it as cw/tw r*pe. However, the word r*pe is not a mental disorder. You have OCD, that's clear. It's fine to be triggered by whatever, but your actions affect others. Using a tw for a small mention of the acronym OCD, not even talking about intrusive thoughts or anything, will affect how other people view OCD and people that have it. It is exactly the same as using a tw for autism. Intrusive thoughts are made worse by avoiding them. The main treatment for intrusive thoughts is facing them and learning to be okay with them. Maybe you're so triggered by your own disorder because you haven't learnt to face it yet. It's a long path, I'm well aware, but it's a necessary one. I'm mentally ill. I have bipolar disorder, autism, DPD, among other things. I've been hospitalized for sh and suicide attempts. I have disordered eating. I struggle too, but I sure as hell don't tw my own existence. My disorders are a part of me and they're never going away, and avoiding them won't do anything except make me miserable. Call me ableist or whatever, but other people have to see that you're using a tw for a disorder that other people experience. Other people are affected by your actions, and it's really shitty how you can so conveniently ignore that.

Oh hey, anon shows xyr face. I'm going to answer this and then impolitely request that you block me and leave me the fuck alone, okay?

Here is how my brain works.

I am existing

I see any mention of OCD

I think "oh! OCD! that's the thing where i think about killing my family!" (or any number of other intrusive thoughts)

I am now thinking about killing my family

I am having a panic attack.

I can sometimes break the cycle between steps, that's true. But more often than not, once I hit 2. I end up at 5. So I try to break things up between 1 and 2. That's what's safest for me.

I've done exposure tasks, and it's still hard for me. I understand that exposure is important, but like I said, I want it to be a controlled environment. I want to be doing an assignment from my therapist after taking time to prepare myself mentally. I don't want exposure while mindlessly scrolling through tumblr. There is a time and a place.

And yes, OCD is an aspect of my identity- I get that. (First of all, it's a lot easier for me to see OCD as a separate entity to myself because I don't like thinking of the violent intrusive thoughts as Me.) But I don't want to make it my whole identity. I'm a lot more than my OCD. And my OCD is a part of me, I don't want to just... deny that it's a difficult part to live with.

A vast majority of the people with OCD who follow me agree that they don't want to see OCD content unprepared. I'd imagine those who don't can still acknowledge that OCD is not something pleasant to be reminded about.

And as for other people? No one else knows jack shit about OCD. People see it as "quirky color coded note disorder." If they see a tw for it, they might determine that it's actually serious. Which is very much what I needed before getting diagnosed. And besides, it's not my responsibility how other people think of my disorder. I've made my stance on respectability politics pretty clear.

I don't want to demonize people with OCD, but I also don't want to give people with OCD panic attacks. Even if trigger warning was demonizing OCD (which it isn't, triggers don't hold any moral value, I've also had to filter hair because it was triggering once, etc etc, we've discussed this), based on the people with OCD I've interacted with, trigger warning does more good than harm.

Your last sentence is hilarious to me. "Other people are affected by your actions, and it's really shitty how you can so conveniently ignore that."

Buddy. I've told you OCD is triggering for me and you continue,,,, triggering me. I've been having anxiety attacks all day. I pulled out half of each eyebrow. I am very negatively affected by your actions, and you ignore that quite conveniently to continue harassing me. Which is really shitty.

Please just leave me alone. I have spent so much time and energy and obsessions and compulsions trying to defend my right to protect my mental health and set boundaries to not have panic attacks, and protect other people like me from said panic attacks. You are making me miserable, you're not changing my mind, and unless I change yours, I really just want to stop arguing.

#ocd discourse #discourse #not main content #ocd tw #intrusive thoughts tw #panic attack tw #cursing tw #arguing tw #negative tw #rape mention tw #ocd has SO much bigger problems than a neopronoun blog trying to protect spiralself #please start with erasing the whole ocd=neat freak thing bc if i'd gotten diagnosed earlier my life would be way better #same for a lot of other people with ocd #so if you really want to help stop just harassing ocd sufferers and actually make a damn difference

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From the Depths of a Lab: Boundaries Between Nonhumanity and Creativity through the Journey of a Potential Silvally 'kin

I'm a dragon.

That's a fact I've known for over a decade at this point. It was pure chance that I ever even learned of otherkin - somewhere along the line, one of my best friends mentioned being a therian, and so I asked what that was. If I ever had any doubts about my draconity just being something developed because I heard this new fascinating thing… the fact that I still feel my wings and get sense memories when I search for them, even after this long, would eliminate those… we'll call them worries. Perhaps a poor choice of words, but it's what fits in my experience - I'm firmly in the spiritual otherkin camp.

And perhaps that, and my continued journey to understand psychological 'kin, is part of the "problem" that spurred this essay.

Again, perhaps a poor choice in words.

This isn't some discussion about facets of the community, or debate on origins. My experiences aren't another's, just as theirs aren't mine. This is an essay on personal exploration, and the adventure of trying to confirm or deny a kintype whilst sifting through muddy water, years after I've last done any serious introspection on such topics. But if you're still interested in the personal ramblings of this dragon, then I welcome you and will pull up a nice rock for you to sit on. All I ask is patience, for words are hard for me. Talking about myself is even harder.

I awakened as a Dragon in 2010. I found a hearttype in Painted Dogs in 2014. Both of which were… simple.

I found my dragon in meditation and introspection, finding memories of both sense and the more traditional kind. The senses persisted, and still persist. Perhaps one day I'll wake and realize I'm not a dragon, but that doesn't change what I am now, nor how I feel. I am a dragon, and I found that through soul searching.

I found a home in painted dogs during a chance trip to the zoo. They had just recently finished a new exhibit for those fancy canines, and for some reason I just felt so excited to go see these creatures I'd never heard of before that moment. And then I saw them and while I didn't feel like looking in the mirror… It felt like looking through a photo album. I'm not them, yet still they're so familiar.

But this isn't an essay about dragons or canines. Or perhaps it's an essay about them both, just in a different, chimeric form.

Pokémon has always been a part of my life. As of writing this, I'm 27 and the franchise is 25 - the only part of my life without Pokémon are years I don't even remember. I learned the TCG, my first video games ever were Gold and Silver, I had plush and played pretend with my friends. I had favorites… but I never made a character. Not a trainer, not a Pokémon. Rather, it was literal decades before I made a proper Pokémon OC.

Sev the Silvally was made out of a desire to try and run a Pokémon ask blog as a means to improve my art skills through regular practice. I don't even remember the thought process that made me choose a Silvally over any of the other hundreds of Pokémon - I just knew that I'd started drawing and suddenly I had a crime against Arceus with a broken RKS Drive. Granted, Type: Null and Silvally had been my favorite Pokémon of that generation, and my inspiration for the blog was a Type: Null blog.

Later on, Sev would become something of a comfort and coping character for me.

I had been abused by someone I considered one of my best friends in high school, and while I had since recognized it as abuse by the time of Sev's creation… It still bothered me. So I decided to have Sev's escape from the Aether Paradise be that he was stolen by an abusive trainer, and his evolution happened when that trainer turned her abusive hand to a Rockruff pup - an evolution not through love for his trainer, but rather through a desire to protect. Sev escaped his abuse and got the chance to learn how to live without the shadow of his trainer looming over him, just like I hoped to do. Escape that shadow. Let Sev be my guide through the nightmares and hate scrolling that still persisted.

He stopped being just a character.

But what does this all have to do with otherkin?

As I mentioned, Pokémon has been a part of my life for effectively my whole life. Yet despite that… There's never been a Pokémon that gripped me with the intensity that Silvally has. I've hungrily looked for merch, official and unofficial. I'm in the midst of making a fursuit, complete with electronics. One of my Tumblr usernames is multi-attack, and oftentimes now when making an account on a website, the first thing I check is if 'Silvally' is taken as a username. The design I painted on my mailbox is of my dragon and Sev, in a sort of "coat of arms" reminiscent style. This chimeric Pokémon latched on to some part of my mind and refused to let go.

And yet it wasn't until this past year that I even considered that Silvally could be something other than a "mere" favorite character.

Perhaps it's a hearttype. Perhaps it's a kintype. Perhaps it is just a mere favorite character. Introspection is the answer, regardless. My way to find just what Silvally is to me. But then there comes another question. Another problem.

With my dragon, the hunt for memories was clear cut. I had no existing thoughts to sway the hunt, and what memories I eventually found… They had little comparisons to various dragon media I'd consumed. But I start this investigation with Silvally at a disadvantage - I've made a character with crafted backstory, and consumed what little canon information exists on the species. There's no blank slate for me to start from - whatever search I do will always be colored by Sev and his tale.

So then I have to ask myself:

Is Sev his own character, or is he me?

I've never had a character that I was able to just write. Perhaps it's akin to soulbonding, but what I've read on that experience just doesn't quite taste right for the circumstance. I'll create a path for my characters, a baseline for their personality to grow on… but all too frequently, they end up bucking those guidelines and becoming their own person, as it were. They don't keep me company in my mind, but they still make their own minds clear should I try to direct their story or actions in ways they don't agree with.

Where does one find the boundary between self and other, when those "others" make their own decisions yet aren't their own entities?

To say nothing of my tendency to dole out my flaws and traits to each of my characters. Each little facet of myself being the seed from which a character will grow. Sometimes as the simple fact that the familiar makes creation easier. Sometimes as a means to work through a problem. But regardless of reason, it doesn't change the fact that almost every character I've ever made has had some piece of me in their core.

But… When every character you make is a facet of yourself, the moment you consider that they might be more than just a character gets muddy. Is it a hearttype, born from a facet of yourself that your subconscious decided you needed to care for more? Or is that facet just a part of you that recognized what you were, long before your consciousness connected the dots? And if kintype it is, then how do you determine what memories are real? Were the plot points and character biology you designed mere fabrication of the mind? Or were they flashes of another life, fleshed out, recorded, and/or adapted in the name of writing?

As if the discovery and determination of memories wasn't already complicated enough.

Sev's name was the only decision I consciously made whilst creating him - shortened from 'severance', as his creation was for the partial purpose of finally separating myself from old memories. Everything else just… happened. There was no rhyme or reason or choice to anything. Not his color, not the reason he and the other Silvally of his world were created. Every plot point, every musing on his biology was a simple moment of "Oh, so that's how it happened".

In what way is that different from how I found my dragon, with her quiet nights of meditation and introspection until the memories and feelings fell into place?

Now don't misunderstand - this isn't me saying that discovering a kintype is nothing more than making a character. That couldn't be farther from what I'm saying! Rather, I'm musing on the question of where the boundary is between the creative process and the discovery process. If Sev (or just Silvally in general) isn't a kintype, then it's still fascinating to me that his creation was so similar to me discovering my dragon. And if he is a kintype? Then is that particular creative process something to be mindful of when contemplating "original character" kintypes?

Perhaps this question would be easier to find an "answer" to if I knew what Silvally was to me… but I don't! That's almost the point of this essay - a vague attempt to knock some solid feeling thought loose from my mind.

It just happened to lead to a fascinating line of thought.

#otherkin #otherkind #alterhuman #heraldic speaks

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no-one-hears-me · 4 years

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@trauma-rat tagged me to do this 💚💚💚💚💚 green hearts for you :p

1) search your name + core + aesthetic in google and see what images come out.

it's funny because I thought it would probably just be anime stuff, and you'll never believe what it is 😶 that's not my aesthetic 😔

2) some questions!

name: Sera

nickname: I don't think there are any???

zodiac: the website I used didn't give a sun sign idk what that is??? Zodiac Libra, Rising Virgo, Moon Aquarius

languages: English 👉👈 but I can usually figure out what's being said when I read Spanish, I can't translate it though

favorite season: Spring!!! I like rain and clouds and warm (not hot!!!!) weather and all the animals

favorite flower: I'm not a flower person??? I don't know a whole lot but I like roses, hyacinths, and queen Anne's lace (Mr Aloe is better than any flower 😊)

favorite scent: okay so like, going on a walk in the woods on an early spring morning after it rained all night? stuff like that. For candles, I mostly like fruit scents and nature scents

favorite color: black, but I also like dark gray and certain shades of red (red and black is kinda the best color combo ever)

favorite animals: all of them 💜 my favorites would be, ducks, basically anything you can keep as a pet (dogs, cats, rabbits, geckos, whatever) and farm animals, and also woodland animals (like deer, raccoons, that stuff)

favorite fictional chatacters: I dont really have any??? I kind of don't watch movies/tv and I haven't read any fiction in awhile. I can't think of anyone :/

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

average sleep: not sure, and it depends. I'm really inconsistent with what time I go to bed and my sleep schedule is wack and changes frequently. so usually like 3-6 hours maybe?

dogs or cats: I love both 💙💙 and I have both!! but I would probably own a cat

blankets: I get hot super easily so while I like blankets, I can't use too many. normally two and one in the summer

dream trip: I'm not a fan of traveling so I don't have any particular destination, but I'd like to go somewhere with pretty nature scenery with like, some really nice woods to walk in? and also not a tourist place. so I can't name a city for that, but probably somewhere in Europe, like Ireland or Sweden or something

blog established: last January??

followers: I have a policy about not sharing my number of followers, so... there's more than two of you

random fact about me: so this isn't random to irl people but I don't think I've ever mentioned it here before??? I love knives!! currently I don't have a whole lot and the ones I do have are kinda small, but I wanna get some bigger/cooler ones

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#okay the tags should work #i had to download the tumblr app for these tags smh #you guys dont have to do it #if you wanna do this but you aren't tagged go ahead!!!!#i tagged everyone so bc i didnt wanna leave anyone out #go ahead and say i tagged you idc #and yes this was fun thank you James

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yeet-me-off-mount-taigetos · 4 years

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Runaway (Kindaichi Yutaro, OC)

before the story begins I'd like to dedicate this to @haikoo, nothing special, just a token of gratitude for your hard work, your blog is amazing, just like you, I wish you the best with this little present because you absolutely deserve it and saw your post about Kindaichi content and thought this would make you happy hehe ~ niki :)

I'm not a hundred percent sure if my writing is good, mostly capturing characters' personalities but I tried my best

also, this is a little teaser of a bigger story I'm planning on writing some day, but I hope you enjoy this little fragment anyways, here we go!

He's been on edge for the past two days. Matsukawa told him that she ran away from home, though he didn't mention why, and hasn't returned since that Thursday. Her father, step mother, step brother, and her best friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki have been searching for her non-stop, and today, Kindaichi joined them.

The male has been strolling for hours, checking more remote areas of the town. He stopped passers-by, showing a picture of the girl and asking questions. To his dismay, nobody could provide any useful information.

It was getting late, and they still had no lead on her. The chilly breeze stung his skin but Kindaichi went on. His mind was all about his missing crush. He was angry at her, but his worry outweighed his anger. It was cold, she was alone god knew where, she could've been in any kind of danger and he couldn't stand the thought of it. With high hopes he entered an abandoned parking structure.

"Viki? Are you here?" his yell echoed in the large empty space along with his footsteps. The building was dangerously old, pebbles were broken off of the concrete walls. He discovered a staircase and ran up. The second storey seemed eerily empty too. Up the stairs he went again, and the third storey relieved him somewhat. The audible sobs and sniffs lead to a curled up silhouette wearing a red jacket. Recognition stroke him and his stride turned into sprinting. "Viki! Finally."

At her name being called, she raised her head, tears flowing down her pale cheeks. Her purplish lips quivered and her arms tightened around herself. Though weakly, she jumped to her feet and jogged away from the tall boy, him eventually catching up to her. He lunged at her, engulfing her petite frame in an embrace. "Leave me!" she struggled to be freed from his grasp unsuccessfully.

"What were you thinking?" he fumed, but his firm grip on her was soft. "How could you run away? Do you know how much you scared us?" he went on, eventually pulling away from her, squeezing her shoulders and shaking her a little, trying to shake some sense into her.

"Why are you here?" astonishment was evident in her hoarse voice. She sort of expected people looking for her, but it never crossed her mind that the middle blocker would too.

"No, why are you here? What was going through your head when you ran away? Didn't you think of us, the ones that love you and miss you? Can you believe how much pain you put us through?" his outburst died down upon seeing her face distort, waterfalls running from her closed eyes.

"I can't. . ." she whimpered, her forehead pressed to his chest. Kindaichi hugged her again, stroking the small of her back comfortingly. The hold on each other lasted long, and they both calmed down at some point. He pulled away, cupping her cold cheeks. "You're freezing." he wiped some of her stray tears with his thumbs. "I'll text Matsukawa-san I'm taking you home, alright?" she nodded her head. "Here." he took his scarf off, gently tying it around her neck, carefully moving her long, black hair out of the way. "Let's go."

Day turned into night. Sitting by the window seat on the dimly lit bus, Viki gazed out the clean glass, surveying the streets quietly. She's been at it for 15 minutes now, her thoughts wandered about the caring friend sitting next to her. Kindaichi was slouched in his seat exhaustedly, glaring at the ceiling of the vehicle. He felt grateful to have found the girl but the whole day has just drained his energy, both physically and emotionally. Heaving a sigh, he fished his phone out of his pocket. He read his upperclassman's thankful reply. Music was something his soul needed right now but he couldn't find his earphones anywhere. A poke on his arm made him turn his head towards her. She held out her hand, a pair of earphones resting in it. He took them with a small smile and plugged them in. His eyes travelled to Viki. He poked her arm, just like she did, earning her attention. He handed her one of the earbuds. The soothing sound of the guitar eased them both. Liking it, she looked at Kindaichi's phone. Bringing the device closer, he showed it to her, the screen read The Outfield - Your Love. She hummed in response and let her head fall onto his shoulder. The tall boy pressed his cheek against the crown of her head. Despite the rough rocking of the bus, deep slumber took over the teens.

#haikyuu #kindaichi #kindaichi yutaro #oc #teaser #fanfiction

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frivery · 3 years

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I'm pretty sure I've written this piece before but it got lost in the thousands of posts and reblogs on my main blog so we re-writing it for her birthday prompt! Spoilers for later in the main-story timeline, if you care about that kind of thing!

Phatom's 5th birthday was on the 27th of April!

POV of Phatom, supporting role of Me'toxen. This piece may be rewritten later on to be POV of Me'toxen but for now he gets to keep his secrets. This piece will contain heavy mentions of death.

"I am so so sorry." the tear-soaked sob from her apprentice was on the edge of her fading focus, the gem-ill pearlcatcher blinking open her tired eyes to look up at the stricken elf. He was so blurry, his hands a blotty, bruised, mess that he was holding to his face to try to keep some amount of composure through his crying.

"Sssssh, it's okay." she breathed, voice low and strange in her throat. A poison concocted by the resident poison maker, Lerian, had been given to her. The gem-bound illness she had been suffering for decades had spread to the point where it was excruciating to even take care of herself much less the Graves she was meant to look after. She had requested help, assistance, in speeding along her death before she became a living statue incapable of moving at all. Alistair had protested vehemently, voice becoming hoarse with the amount of his arguments, as had Enipeus the elf that was drenched in his own tears now. Brigan, though, the one who she had once been on the council with, who she had worked side-by-side with to raise the empire from the dirt when it was founded... he had agreed to help her. Had looked at her with endless dark purple eyes and asked her what she wanted help with. He had been the one to give her the poison that Lerian had made for the occasion, stirred it into a warm tea like he would have had she been visiting him in his study.

The room was warm, bathed in the flickering flames of the fireplace's light and Phatom was draped over a soft fainting couch as the poison took its effect. She wasn't entirely sure who all was here to keep her company, she knew Enipeus was though and really that's all she could want. In some part of her hazing mind she could still remember when she had first seen him. Staring down at the sickly elf child from the top of the tall gates of the Graveyard and warning him away. She could remember when he snuck in later, when they watched the sunrise together, the spirits there more content than they had been in what felt like a lifetime. At some point, being in her gnome form had become uncomfortable, almost painfully so, so now the sickly woman was in her dragon form. Waiting.

She opened her heavy eyes again as a gentle hand took her much larger clawed one, Alistair, beautiful red eyes searching hers with a mix of despair and other conflicted feelings.

"I'm going to miss you.... so much." the elf's voice was wavering, the blond shaking his head and blinking the tears out of his eyes as he tried to be brave.

"You will be okay, death is not such a bad thing." she had worked with the dead here since before the founders had even found this place. Sometimes eternal rest was the best thing one could hope for.

"I... I love you." Alistair's voice splintered and cracked like glass, the hands he was holding her clawed paw in shaking. Phatom relaxed into the fabric of the couch she was on, closing her eyes.

"I love you, too." she responded. The last sensation she felt was warmth, was peace, was.... the vast expanse of nothing.

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Burning, burning, burning, like being stabbed and set on fire all over. Pricks of mind-ending pain rippling across everything, a hot-cold sensation striking through her core as it felt like the air of the tundras was forced down her scorched throat and into her hollowed-out lungs. Carvings inside, places where the cold felt like it was stripping away the material from the bones. She didn't know if she was screaming but it felt like she should. Another powerful gust of ice-cold across the raw of her insides, her skin feeling like it was burning hot while her insides felt frozen, forcing a breath into once still lungs.

Phatom gasped, choking on the air that her once dead form had begun to breathe. Wheezing, attempting to empty the pain from deep in her lungs as her skin continued to char. It felt endless, horrid, tortuous, and while her mind could focus on nothing she could help but internally cry out the question of what she had done to deserve this.

A voice in the mess of sensation, but the pearlcatcher couldn't hear it through the pained fog, continuing to both gasp for more air and to attempt to suffocate out the smoldering in her lungs. Was she being burned? Incinerated? She had heard that, eventually, you wouldn't be able to feel it anymore but this... all she could do was suffer. Another strong gust of icy wind... no, of magic. Of pure, condensed, mana being poured over her skin, into her every pore. It was too much, too fast, too many sensations all at once. She wasn't aware of the fact she had passed out, her mind cutting off like an overheated processor and body dropping limply to the cold surface she had been placed on.

Waking up was much softer this time, a damp sensation testing her skin but the pain was negligible when compared to before. A dull throbbing, a slight stingy of her skin, breath slow and steadier now but still stammering through teeth. Steeling herself to the ache in her bones, the woman reluctantly opened her eyes. Thankfully, it was rather dark so her headache was not compounded by light glaring into her sensitive eyes. Before, she was fairly certain she had been laid on her back but now she was curled up onto her side like one might when sleeping, hands relaxed into the fluffy cushion she had been laid on. She narrowed her blurry vision, weakly sitting up on the plush surface. Her body felt incredibly heavy, head down for several moments as she pulled together the strength to look around. Blinking as she looked up, the woman found herself face to face with an orange-haired man. An elf, with wide eyes and mouth agape in surprise. He was kneeling like one might before an altar, face sleek and young.

"You.... you're awake." the elf breathed, voice low. There was a certain quality in the way he was looking at her, something almost like devotion, that confused her. She wasn't sure what was going on, her mind empty in a way that felt unnatural.

"So I am." she responded, voice deep and silky. While she had no previous things to base it on some part of her felt like the voice didn't quite belong to her. "Who are you?" the question was followed by the woman lifting her tired hand from the soft fabric and reaching out to the elf's face. The ginger opening his mouth slightly, though she couldn't tell if it had been to respond or out of surprise. Some part of her needed to reach out, to touch, to make sure he was real. The edge of one of her... unfamiliar fingers brushed across the side of his cheek. A connection, instant and strong, flowed through her like a flood rushing around a rock, a visible ripple of physical mana crossing the elf's form.

She retracted her hand immediately, but it was too late to take it back. The being kneeling before her blinked eyes up at her from where he sat, physically manifested mana pulling from his eyes like water in a place without gravity. Markings that hadn't been there before etched into his skin, even his hair a mess of short ginger curls now flowed like he was underwater.

Gasps filled the room, causing her to look around the room again. Many people, none of which she knew in any way, were in the squared room with them. She seemed to be on a platform on the far side of the room, raised up with a set of circular stairs with an altar in the middle that she had been laid on, a large low area filled the middle of the fair-sized stone room before stairs reached to walls at the edge. These stairs that led to nowhere were filled with people dressed in black garb, something that caused her to wince and shudder.

"The Goddess has blessed our Priest for our devotion!" one of the people cried, joy and, revelation on her voice that sounded close to tears. Goddess? Is that what she was? That didn't feel correct. She blinked at the crowd, a loud noise of many voices speaking at once in excitement raising in the room. The Goddess turned her gaze down to the Priest, his magic-lit eyes were filled with a look that might be... honor? Worship?

"I... never thought I'd see you rise from your slumber, they said it would happen but I didn't believe them, and now...I could never have believed in a hundred centuries that you would bless me of all people. Of all believers." his voice was still so soft, and light, gentle like touching the surface of calm water. His eyes, now a yellow that bled orange liquid-like flame into the air in wisps and tendrils, dipped down to his feet before darting up to her again. "I do not deserve this honor, but I swear that we will take care of you. We will not betray your trust." she didn't know what he was talking about but he said these words with such conviction, with such powerful devotion, that she didn't doubt that he meant them.

"And what may I call the priest who kneels before me?" she asked, shifting her feet under her and slowly standing from the altar she had been placed on. The half-elf remained kneeling where he was, closing his eyes and whispering soft words under his breath before looking up at her.

"The Goddess may call me anything she likes, but her followers call me Me'toxen."

"Me'toxen." she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. The ginger's eyes sparked at the sound, dropping to the ground to hide whatever look had crossed his features. "That will do just fine. Am I to have a name or am I merely the Goddess?" Me'toxen slowly, carefully, got to his feet. If he hadn't been kneeling at the bottom of the staircase he would be standing much taller than her, a little over a foot in difference, but now at the bottom of the staircase it was minimal.

"She can go by whatever she desires, she is the Goddess after all." the half-elf responded, eyes glancing over her face before dropping to his feet and staying there.

"Did I go by a name before?" she wasn't sure what she meant by 'before' but the word spilled out.

"I... do not know it, if she did. I am sorry, Goddess." she could feel the shame, guilt, rolling off of him in waves without him even having to look up at her. Eyes plastered to the floor.

"I see, I am..... Phatom. Now, Priest, I would like to see what is beyond this room."

"Yes, of course, I would be honored to fulfill her every wish."

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fluffi · 3 years

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so should i reply in tiny font or just regular font?

hybe should do better in spreading out the comebacks of the groups under them :/ they're already at a huge advantage, might as well use it strategically. AHA streaming mvs is so convenient for a multi. the filler vids i could use in between could be mvs from the other groups that i stan. also you know what, i still haven't watched a single final performance bc im waiting for a friend to watch with me :D

i have a chinese movie recommendation in case you want something to cry over. i still love its ost and it's been months since i watched it. i'm not sure if you watched it already but more than blue. i've never cried over a movie as much as i cried for that one. the angst *chef's kiss*. i'd do anything to wipe my memory of it and watch it again for the first time.

also sungchan is mc-ing in inkigayo every sunday! and honestly, what the hell is nct hollywood :D but a part of me thinks it's just going to be a bunch of asians living in america like johnny that'll be a part of it. just a hunch tho. imagine having all 4 units coming back in a year with like 1 unit per quarter of the year. i'm not sure if sm even has the money to do this, especially when they filed bankruptcy recently.

and i've seen a lot of twitter memes saying taro's ghosted stans T_T alexa play ghosting by txt T_T sm come on give him smth to do, you're wasting talent.

the mall didn't burn down entirely (like from the outside it looked fine). the ventilation system caught fire so it was more internal—ceilings and all that. covered things with soot(?) and ashes so the entire mall was closed for nearly 2 years. and hey, i've experienced a school fire too back when i was younger. i, too, thought it was nothing but a fire drill until i saw the charred remains of the buildings behind our school : D thankfully, no one died.

the new nct track is for a samsung commercial AHAHA it's funny because nearly everyone uses apple TT_TT and the mv screams neo culture tech tho (well as it should lmao). yes, i was talking about that part in hot sauce but yes, it grew on me too.

ateez really know how to do a performance. they put the standard so high for me when it came to performing. their facial expressions and overall stage presence just impresses me. it's been a while since i've seen idols draw me to them by those standards.

ah, the long stan list! good luck in getting through it and i hope you do have fun as you go :] (also you can check out aurora by ateez and whiplash by tbz. the songs popped up in my head as i was typing this reply, you might like them)

ohhhh, what was the pd48 scandal? i don't watch survival shows so i don't know any of the stuff going on. would you care to elaborate? about their disbandment :(( i hope you're okay now tho! are the other girls still debuting in new groups? anyone eyeing an acting career instead of being an idol?

YES, A PATTERN IN THE BIASES (if you count an analysis of two ppl as a pattern, that is.) because it's the same pattern i have for my biaswreckers :D jake & seungmin, not only do they have the same animal to represent them, they have the same 'golden retriever' type of personality that just makes you go all soft. ygwim ;n; i wish i could elaborate but both boys just devastate me in the same level and my friends pointed out that they were quite similar in some aspects.

jaemin used to send really long bbl messages :< like if there was anything he loved most it was nctzens and it was obv in his messages. speaking of dream, album repackage news today! idk what to feel bc my hot sauce albums haven't even arrived yet :D + i'm dead br0ke.

how do you even manage to read 30k TT__TT i cant handle long fics bc of my attention span :D also, yes, i found the user now, i'll check if i'll like their works soon. <33

YES YOU SHOULDVE BEEN THERE T_T what a day that was. i think seungmin is still sweet and active in bbl. not a single cent goes to waste with him. also i think i'll post the drabble some time this month.

and oml seungmin vs jake :o let's see how that goes O.O XDD

clickity-clackity AHAH do you have a mechanical keyboard? :c i wanted one too but i haven't got around to saving up for one. but yes indeed, typing asmr v relaxing \m/

sunny hyuck day, fullsun sunday, fullsunday T_T feels were very strong that day. i kept seeing edits on my twt tl and i would just s o b : D i've only stanned nct for a year but i've seen him grow so much i just wanted to crie i love him sm :') yk my mom didn't cook spaghetti for my birthday, but she cooked for hyuck's? : D

and i checked ur recs blog and indeed, full of nct T_T

also have i mentioned that your desktop thing amuses me so much HAHAH i got confused for a sec if i had twt opened or tumblr. plus, i've been wanting to mention that i noticed that our mobile themes are opposites. black and red, white and blue. it's cute XDD <3

help, people have been telling me that our asks are long but i highkey love it. i added a ‘keep reading’ for the mobile users though, sorry in advance hh.

honestly, both works. tiny font saves space but regular font does more justice for my poor eyes haha. its your call!

hybe comebacks :( yeah enhypen got lucky because they came back right before cb season so they got three wins (yay)! on the bright side, txt just got their first win and bts has six wins, so it all works out i guess. omg yes, the streaming thing is perfect. i stan like 20 groups so i have a never-ending cycle of filler mvs and its always so helpful. ooh for the final performances - you wont regret watching any of them! literally wild, kingdom's budget and talent are wild.

ooh, I don't watch any cdramas lmao. i want to but i can barely finish kdramas. if its a movie ill watch it! ive never heard of more than blue but ill check it out <3 where can i watch it?

yes yes i have just realized that sungchan is yujin's co-mc! i watched their special stage (which is literally adorable) and was today years old when i realized that the dude is sungchan pls. nct hollywood was so unexpected and i still have mixed feelings about it now. LMAO JUST ASIANS LIVING IN AMERICA...help. that would be interesting (?) but the concept reminds me of those horrendous awesomeness tv shows. lets hope sm pulls this off well and proves me wrong. lmao all 4 units coming back would probably happen, but i hope none of them get overworked :( i constantly feel like mork lee has four clones :'( also...sm filed bankcruptcy??? dang, what happened?

ugh omg yeah shotaros talent is seriously being wasted in the basement right now. as for fires, scary T-T i wasnt that fazed by them until the australia wildfires happened, and i learned about the consequences of fire and got really scared. its good that the entire mall didnt burn down though! although its weird that no one is opening it :( schools really need to tell us the difference between drills though, it might be dangerous for those rebellious kids.

yeah i just realized that the nct track is an endorsement which partly explains why i cant listen to it. the mv's visuals are stunning!! the set and people are so gorgeous aa i cant

oh yeah im not an atiny but i have acknowledged since 2020 that they have one of the best, if not the best stage presence and expressions on stage for 4th gen. i think their only worthy competitor would be stray kids actually. theyre truly one of a kind and all of them are cute especially that yeosang guy. i will definitely check out your song recommendations though!

oof the pd48 scandal is extremely complicated. to condense it in a few statements: all of the girls' rankings have been rigged since the very beginning and it was rumored that they already had their end group before the show even started. it was like this for pf48 and pdx101 (group x1) which was why x1 disbanded within a month of debuting, and izone were on hiatus for like 4 months. im not the best at explaining stuff like this haha, but i think you get it. you can check out yt or search up 'pd48 scandal', a ton of articles and videos. as for new groups, nothing has been made clear yet. theyve only made instagram handles for now and appeared on variety shows haha. as for acting career, hyewon was supposed to do acting but was forced to join pd48 so maybe she'll continue acting afterwards? nothing is confirmed yet!

lmao two similarities, its okay it counts. ah, true, i can see their similarities now that youve mentioned it, as well as how jeno is kind of like that. however, i am currently attached to jaemin so we'll see what happens from there hehe. i swerve easily.

jaemin on bubble grr, that would be a whole experience. from the bare minimum of vidoes ive seen for him wbk jaemin is so whipped for czennies. ah yes repackage! i saw the post on instagram and went to the comments to see everything screaming ‘iM bROke!’ and it was lowkey hilarious lmao. kpop is really trying to suck our money T-T.

ope the longest fic ive read is like...40k words i think? and it was by jeonginks. ill read anything eiko produces lmao, theres always so much substance in her work. ooh, tell me what you think of luvdsc’s stuff, i just finished binging their entire masterlist lmao.

seungmin vs jake yeah, i havent been catching up on skz enha content because im still obsessing over the dreamies but when that saga is over then im going to focus on my ults lmao (which might include dream soon, hehe).

yes yes i have a mechanical bluetooth keyboard that i use to connect to my computer! it literally sounds amazing lmao, its only 10am here but i feel like im going to doze off from the clickity clackitys already. i cant wait for you to get one! tell me when you do, we can match hehe.

hyuck is an aodrable brat please. hes like the best comedian of nct at this point, so hilarious and filled with variety i love him. he rose up my bias list pretty fast too. LMAO YOUR MOM IS SO COOL I LOVE HER ALREADY. if only my mom would cook for my ults’ borndays.

yes my rec blog is a mess right now, ill organize it soon haha.

omg thank you and yes my website theme is one-of-a-kind. even i get confused when i open it or edit it, and i constantly get comments about it. also i just realized our opposing theme colors and i love it! its adorable.

#long post #also im listening to love song right now haha i love it so much #also sorry for not answering yesterday hhh i got busy last night #「 asks 」#moots — [♡] ;#toffee — [♡] ;#neo-shitty

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