#I’m very spacey by nature but I try

[hyunsvngs]

OMG follow up to Seungmin && throat training :o

your knees have been bruised all week since the last (and first) time Seungmin closed off your only airway while giving head. you’ve never seen him so mouthy before, of course he wasn’t silent when things would get heated between the two of you.. but the mouth on him when this new feeling of power awoke in him from asphyxiation on the giving end??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨 And naturally, your body liked it too, the floor drenched in your hot desire dripping from your cunt.

and you best believe Seungmin knew it too. And he made sure you knew that he knew. So when the next time rolls around, you’re not surprised his index finger and thumb pressed your nostrils shut the second your lips wrapped around his head

“let’s see how much I can make your pussy drool this time.” He looks down at you with his mouth shaped in a small ‘o’, his other hand in your hair; slowly making a fist at the roots. you moan and he hisses at the vibrations.

“Your throat is so fucking ti- goddamn!” You look up and he’s looking at you like you’re the cheapest, dirtiest whore he’s ever seen. “You’re so fucking nasty, let’s see how long you can last” You loose your focus for a second because he looks so unreal right now (especially since he’s picking up the pace of his thrusts), but after a bit..the burning sensation on your scalp brings you back in time to question how long he’s been holding your nose closed now. It’s been what? 20 seconds? 30? Last time, he’d give you small breaks every few moments.. but this is different. Different feeling, a little floaty.

Smack.

you focus back on Seungmin’s face, and he chuckles. “You didn’t hear a single thing I just said huh?? Fucking whore is already loosing it? Hasn’t even been 30 seconds” He’s takes the hand that was gripping your hair and harshly pats your right temple. “Ya gettin’ a lil spacey up in there sweetheart? You need to breathe?” He pulls out just far enough that his tip exits your mouth and shoves it back in not even 2 seconds later. You’re taking in as much air as you possibly can, gasping and slightly gagging when he pushes back in.

but FUCK Seungmin just can’t help it. You look so good and submissive and he’s just so close but he needs one more thing from you.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees” He releases your nose and you all but sit back on your heels and try to catch your breath… but he doesn’t care for it. Seungmin shoves you down to the ground with your face down and ass up next to your puddle of wetness. “I didn’t tell you to take a break, did I? Listen. Keep your mouth useful and clean this mess up too”

While you’re licking yourself off the floor, he runs his cock through your folds. You let out the most pornographic moan he’s ever heard when he bullies his cock all the way in.

“You’re the dirtiest bitch around, huh? Doing what I say just to make sure you can do more than taste my cock” He places his left hand on the back of your neck, keeping it where he wants it most while his other hand wraps around your hip to circle your clit. His thrusts are so deep and hard that before he knows it, you’re cumming around him so hard you can’t even keep your legs under you. “What do you say you fucking whore?” He growls

“thankyouthankyouthanky-“

“Yeah yeah” He pulls his hand back and powers it towards to smack your ass hard.

It doesn’t take long to finish, but Seungmin can’t wait for the next time to obliterate your throat and push your limits <3

LMAOOO i’m (obviously) not very good at writing :D (and VERY much enjoy rough/mean!dom Minnie) but i hope I got the story across and i hope you enjoy. I never do anything like this but I really like your blog and I actually don’t mind interacting with you :-)))

-✖️

AGAIN ANOTHER ONE I HABE NOTHIGN TO ADD. my fave part was the ‘yeah, yeah’ HOLY SHITTTTTT HES SO SEXY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!?!?!? PLS SEND MORE

#juno’s asks ♡ #✖️ anon 💌 #asks: seungmin

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hello!

Sorry if this isn't where you post for matchups. I wrote alot and wanted to submit it as one post for you.

Can I have a One Piece Perfect Match Male please?

I'm a 24-year-old Hispanic straight female who uses she/her. My physical appearance is a short, fair-skinned, slightly chubby woman with brown eyes and curly dirty blonde hair. I mainly wear jeans, reading glasses, and a comfy top to go with my enamel-pinned cardigan. However, I always wear a CGM and insulin pump for my diabetes.

I’m an INFP Libra with a 9w1 enneagram. I’m a very spacey and forgetful individual who tends to stay more indoors but tries to welcome new experiences wherever I go. I’m a nice person, though, as I usually get on the good side of everyone I meet. I’m the kind of person who remains quiet until I become close with someone then I’m free to be a dork and swear alot. Building relationships with others isn’t something I pursue unless it occurs naturally.

When it comes to my health, sometimes I view myself as limited and weak, even when that is not true. I sometimes worry that I’m too much for people when it comes to my passions. I try to make jokes or sassy comebacks, but I'm not that clever when it comes to that, so it usually results in an awkward audience.

As a result, I get teased a lot which makes me feel stupid despite being relatively smart. I second-guess myself a lot too, but I usually push that aside and dive into whatever my choice was. I’ve also been described as generous, childish, excitable, playful, mischievous, stubborn, and imaginative. I may not know how bad situations can get but I always try to bring comfort to other people. Plus, I want to improve my health by getting physically fit. Currently, I'm working as a librarian. My love language is a tie between physical touch and quality time! I love the idea of cuddling in bed with my partner as we exchange kisses. I might also like words of affirmation, but I have a hard time accepting praise. As for my giving love language, I think it would be acts of service because I want to be both a strong partner for them and do little things to ease their mind.

Likes: Drawing, painting, designing costumes, walking, animals, soft blankets, notebooks, the smell of home-baked food and a campfire, going somewhere new, the supernatural, true crime, thrillers, animated movies, cosplay, anime/cartoons, sweets, working in archives, libraries, friends, and family.

Dislikes: Rude disrespectful people, loud noises like fireworks, my personal space being invaded, narcissists. People who don’t value others.

I hope this is enough information, and thank you for your time!

Hey! I will really take anywhere you post it/send it. Ask me anything is usually easier. But it doesn’t matter to me 😊. So let’s see the results!

You got…

Trafalgar D Water Law!!!

If you having health issues and wanting to get fit, he would make sure you are healthy because he loves you and doesn’t want to see you suffer like him

I feel like the boy likes true crime and the supernatural (though he won’t admit it), so ghost hunting dates are a definite!

He’s a cuddle lover (we see him with Bepo). So lots of cuddles for you!!!!! But I’m private, he has a reputation to uphold

He hates and loves all the same things as you

You and him could dork out together. We all know he’s a comic book nerd!

He may seem annoyed by your goofy, childish personality, but he loves it!

He’d love to exchange and read books together.

I hope you like it!

#submission #one piece #law trafalgar #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #trafalgar one piece #law one piece #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d vivi #one piece matchup #one piece matchups

[secretgamergirl]

The Entire Plot of Final Fantasy 14, with all the expansions, and some serious analysis of how good it actually is. (Part 9 - Endwalker)

Last time, we had a lot of fun in a raid chain where our adopted daughter had some nice dates with her forgetful new girlfriend and helped us fight her sleaker, sometimes hornier reimaginings of old boss fights. Oh and we also spent a ton of time setting things up for this expansion, just clearing the traditional problems of political infighting, racism, and a seemingly endless cycle of responding to violence with religious zealotry and kidnappings. And this annoying turbo-dweeb Fandaniel doing poorly explained overpowered derivative crap.

Now before I get started, I feel I should just lay it out there a super strong theme of this whole expansion is suicidal thoughts, and I’m not planning to really dwell on it, but personally I found there’s a lot of stuff in here where just quickly and sort of lightly bringing up a particular flavor thereof got me into some real bad memories, so be ready for even briefer mentions I guess. The other two major thematic elements we have going on here are worshipful love letters from the whole staff to takeout food, and what has to be an intentional pattern of setting up exciting tension and then just completely defusing it. Plus the pacing’s kinda shot from trying to squeeze two expansions worth of plot into one. If only there were an in-game vista that summed this up...

Let’s see if I can get all this into a halfway reasonable word count. First order of business, we’re headed to Nerd Town, AKA Old Sharlayan, in hopes of working out why a bunch of eggheads aren’t willing to help the guy publicly announcing his plan to kill everyone in the world, or barring that, at least get access to their pretty impressive library. Nerd Town kinda sucks. Super bureaucratic. First thing when you show up you have to get processed and get your green card. Plan is everyone’s an assistant working for Krile who’s still very much a member of a respected research group, they aren’t terribly amused by the ridiculous things you can state when they ask for your name and occupation. Also while things look very Mediterranean it is firmly and repeatedly established that this place has just the worst, blandest food in the world. Oh and on the boat ride over you get a vision of a human-shaped Hydaelyn showing up to confirm that yeah, she and Zodiark are just summoned god like all the others, nothing special, and also she’s been weakening as more and more shard-worlds get reabsorbed via apocalypses and strengthening Zodiark... which doesn’t especially make sense since the whole reason she exists was to punch him hard enough to break things up in the first place. Maybe she got the drop or something.

Anyway, you get stonewalled by stubborn nerds like immediately, and have two leads to follow up on, so you split up and get a choice which to do first. Thancred Urianger and Estinein are going to test an experimental teleporter that doesn’t require you to personally unlock the destination crystal first to get to Thavnair, with its capital Radz-at-Han, which is just India, straight up. Everyone else is going to stick around here and try to sneak into Labrynthos, a whole underground archive/nature preserve/site for top secret experiments by researchers who aren’t beholden to the normal high council of nerds. This mostly involves helping a bunny boy carry crates and a brief foray with Y’shtola testing out the toad spell on you and the twins. You don’t really make a ton of progress. Krile gets kinda spacey, ends up briefly possessed by Hydaelyn to tell you this one mood ring flower they have growing down there is gonna be the key to everything and you should keep one on you, and then you’re all arrested by the science police for snooping around a high security research black site and put on trial. Mostly your party uses the trial to call these dumb jerk nerds out for being dumb jerk nerds, point out you totally are just legitimately working on your own research project, and G’raha points out some historical records marking when they shifted from just being a bunch of nerds learning cool stuff to improve society to a bunch of nerds totally restructuring their society to be isolationist weirdos archiving all the world’s knowledge in their creepy underground bunker.

It’s pretty clear that an archaeological team some years back found something. Like say a god who brainwashed everyone into fanatics or something, and they end up admitting to having this all-important “great work” where everyone has to submit to partial memory wiping and magical compulsion not to speak about it to preserve the important secret, and we are just absolutely setting things up where the nerd high council and who or whatever they’re serving as the real villains of this expansion. But like I said we are all about setting up big things and completely deflating them. Eventually it’ll turn out the thing they’re working on is actually totally benign, nobody’s evil, and they’re just a bunch of arbitrarily obstructionist bureaucrats who suck but are on your side. One member of their high council is enough of a reasonable person to have your back though so you don’t get expelled or anything. You’re still not allowed in the top secret lab though so it’s all kind of a wash.

So, experimental teleport to India because I guess they got sick of having so many expansion locations you reach by hopping a boat from Limsa or just taking an airship or something. Everyone’s super dizzy and nautious from the trip and staggering around, and has the terrible realization that Estinein is wandering around on his own in a big outdoor market desperate for tourist money. You’ve gotta get everyone a nice lassi to settle their stomach and stop that idiot before he blows all his money on kitschy knickknacks! Before you catch up he does manage to blow a couple thousand on a hair band to give himself a nice ponytail. I still don’t like how he looks without his helmet though.

The local population is all au ra and big elephant people.The elephant people have big Tribe Quest vibes, and you do eventually help some out in this sort of ridiculous setup where a bunch of delinquent elephant people using hippo-pulled chariots to drag race get into hot water for being a public menace, and turn over a new leaf opening a delivery service. Mostly it’s delivering takeout, but there’s also quests where you go around throwing Gulal at people, one where you are clearly conducting a drug deal (the second time this comes up at that, Heavensward has you helping cool bug pals harvest marijuana and sell joints to the other locals), and there’s one really unfortunate one where you’re asked to put on a ridiculous mascot elephant head and shout at some random person that you’re his god because people are sick of him praying constantly. All of this is actually post-Endwalker though, because we just arbitrarily gate all the tribe quests back there this expansion. What we’re actually here for now is helping some other elephant people who are actually doing very serious government-approved reseach on these big evil towers. Presumably since the first “tribe” unlocked are full citizens of a friendly nation, when these first went live they quietly went through the whole UI replacing “Beast Tribe” with just “Tribe.” Interesting that this didn’t happen earlier with the dwarves getting drunk and building tanks or something.

Anyway, their leader Nidhana, who’s just a real nice friendly nerd hanging out any time you’re in the area, has been working on these special “warding scales” that should in theory make anyone carrying one immune to godly mind alteration, not only letting random NPC military forces approach these towers safely, but also let the other Scions or any other noteworthy friends canonically tag along for future boss fights and so on. And they do in fact work perfectly. But oh no! There’s this weird creepy little kid showing up to deliver a fresh load of the secret ingredient they need. A huge pile of scales clearly ripped away from the belly of a dragon! Estinein, who’s come a long way on this sort of thing, is way sympathetic to dragons now (probably helps that he straight up turned into one for a bit) and confronts him, but again, we aren’t paying tension off. The Satrap who rules the country and his entire family line before them have just always had this big cool dragon friend Vrtra and he’s happy to help with stuff like this. Anyway, Nidhana decides to test one of these scales personally and heads off to the local tower, which people are locally calling the Tower of Zot, and while it does work, the second the door opens she gets hauled inside with huge chains, her scale gets lost, and she’s stuck in one of those torture walls.

We also get some attempt to retroactively make Fandaniel a character by establishing that before he was made into, let’s be honest, a fake Ascian, he was Amon, yeah like the optional FF3 boss who’s also in this, who we’re retconning into a clone of this guy, a horribly evil Allagan mad scientist who’s personally responsible for any sort of humanoid monsters walking around. Minotaurs, snake gals, nerdy bird people, all him just messing around. Also big into cloning. Hence everyone in the Crystal Tower raid. I don’t care, he’s still just the absolute worst and shallowest character.

You head off to give the Satrap a good news bad news report, and not long into the conversation Estinein gets annoyed and demands we pull back the big Wizard of Oz curtain and just directly talk to the secret ruler of the nation. Oh no! The Satrap and his whole family line are just political puppets and this country has actually been run by Vrtra the huge dragon and heretofore unmentioned additional child of Midgardsormr all along! Which... is fine actually. With the notable exception of Nidhogg every named dragon, especially the elder wyrm siblings here, has just been the absolute chillest nicest most understanding person, and Vrtra is no exception.Super nice even! And the creepy kid is just one of Vrtra’s eyes stuck into a totally indistinguishable from a normal au ra child android the local alchemists whipped up. Seems like the fact they can do that should be more of a big deal but it just never comes up elsewhere. Anyway you still need to keep this a secret from the general populace, because if they found out this cool friendly dragon who’s been known to be a trusted ally to the whole nation since it was first founded is actually the ruler, uh... everyone would be totally fine with that actually. I’m getting a little out of order but the next time you’re in the area the fake Satrap dies and Vrtra has to personally step up and for real not one single person has a problem with this, and really why should they? There’s a similar bit incidentally late in the last expansion where G’raha finally goes public with how the fabled Warrior of Darkness restoring the night sky is actually the protagonist, and this confused crowd of onlookers is just like, “yeah, obviously? This mysterious old friend of yours from where you’re originally from shows up, you’re ecstatic, and every time they take a trip somewhere we hear about the local Lightwarden being killed and the sky being fixed. This isn’t hard to piece together.”

So OK, big Tower of Zot rescue time. We just need to make a quick hop back to Nerd Town to merge these split progression options and catch everyone up. We’ve had too much lavish fan service for 5 and 6 so far, so now it’s really FF4′s turn to get some love. Inside the Tower of Zot we fight the three Magus Sisters, as the local gods being summoned by torturing elephant people in the walls. Who’d you expect them to worship in India, Shiva? Rama? No no no those were a historical white lady and a big beardo worshipped by plant-faeries. Clearly in India they worship that boss trio with the delta attack. Keep it straight. We even have Dr. Lugae and Barnabus for a sub-boss on the way! Oh and there’s a bit teased at the end about a severed hand in the core of the tower that feels like we’re setting up some sort of Golbez thing, but no.

What it actually is is that they kinda used the emperor’s corpse as a summoning base for the whole get people to worship Garlemald itself (have I actually ever mentioned that’s the official name of the Empire? I feel like I just keep saying “the Empire” since it’s just easier). It also makes for a convenient weakpoint for Estinien to jump up and stab, causing the whole tower to poof. Fortunately G’raha’s around and he knows float. Also fortunately Alisae’s around and she whips her hog out to start deprogramming tortured nerds, starting with Nidhana who notices the mood ring flower and talks about this obscure scientific study where not literally everything in the world is just aether related technobabble. There’s a secondary natural force/subatomic thing she calls Akasha and everyone else calls Dynamis later (and I think came up in the Sri Lakshmi fight as orbs of “vril” you need to grab before the big dance number). It’s basically impossible to measure so it’s an obscure thing, but yeah, mood ring flower. Anyway everyone heads back to Nerd Town as those scale talismans get distributed to your allies, which again at this point basically means like... 80% of the world give or take. And then you get woken up in the middle of the night because your friends are all sick of terrible Sharlayan food and decided to surprise you with takeout. Look at this cutscene. Watch G’raha make sweet passionate love to this enormous cheeseburger.

The next order of business involves taking an airship and heading into the heart of the empire. Not because we’re back to the invasion though. At this point the empire is just straight up dead. All it really took was you proving they weren’t invincible in Stormblood and the extra unrest of the emperor himself being killed by his back from the dead deeply messed up son, and they just completely self-destructed on their own. This might actually be my favorite plot point in the entirety of FF14. They have this empire very clearly modeled after the nazis, and basically as soon as they lose their morale and momentum in a big way, they immediately collapse into infighting and tear themselves to pieces. As always happens in the real world. I’m less keen on how this, like so many other things, has nazi scientists actually making ridiculous cool stuff though. In reality nazi scientists have never actually existed, just a bunch of absolute suckers so hopped up on their stupid BS that they ask other people to do wacky comic book science for them and convince themselves the results are amazing. Here though, yeah, we get a ruined imperial capital crawling with death robots, demons called forth from hell, and freaky mutant monsters just crawling through the streets while a few desperate stragglers are huddled around space heaters starving to death by the time you show up, on what is explicitly a pure good will mission to help struggling refugees of their terrible civil war.

It’s really visually striking, but kind of weird that the Imperial capital is (or really was) just straight up a major 20th century city with all the implied infrastructure. It’s not as shocking as the whole Evangelion thing from the dumbest side quest, but again, people use maps that are half cloud-cover and build stone fortresses guarded by archers all around here. There’s a bit of fighting against what’s left of their military forces when you show up, but you come in with a big huge international coalition that includes Sadu and I guess other people but for real Sadu has the rocks fall everyone dies spell so on the rare occasion you’re teamed up with her for a big plot fight she’s a win button you just stall to help. Resistance crushed, you head out with the twins to try and find some survivors to give supplies and good will to. After a while you find one group, they’re super paranoid and terrified, threaten you, and when your back is turned one of them just grabs her sick little sister and books it into a snowfield, because she’s so hopped up on imperial propaganda about you being dangerous savages they’d rather take their chances running into a snow storm with no supplies, and they absolutely freeze to death before you find them again.

The other major pocket of survivors you find are under the watch of what’s left of one of two surviving military units, holed up in a subway tunnel. You really try your best to just give them the supplies they need to live, but they insist on taking you hostage, putting shock collars on the twins, and forcing you to run around the ruined city to scrape up what little fantasy gasoline (ceruleum) you can syphon out of dead robots and the heater in a no longer functioning muck filled park fountain, and then their commander still kinda just decides the best plan is to attack your refugee aid party and seize everything, since reinforcements are totally coming from the only other surviving legion as soon as they get their radios working, honest. Speaking of, rather than embracing traditional linkpearl technology, the empire has straight up AM radios, and in what really is one of the sloppiest handwaves I’ve seen, turns out the reason there’s any survivors at all is that they were all clustered around their radios listening to news reports and the crackly vocal version of the Imperial theme currently playing on a loop. Anyway you’re about to go “OK screw humoring these idiots” and deal with that when you suddenly black out and we get one of these scenes where I really have to show before I tell so you know I’m not just writing weird slash fiction here.

We hereby have to wave the right to make any future “at least buy a girl dinner first” jokes regarding Zenos’ whole kill-bang-die confusion. But yeah, this is the point in the plot of FF14 where the wormy little terrible new villain sucks your soul out of your body and sticks it in the body of some random imperial goon, so that you can have a nice dinner date with Zenos, and then he puts on your body, complete with whatever ridiculous gear you have on to go cause trouble and lure you into another date-fight. When I actually did this, tallest most musclebound possible orc gal in this outfit here, which made the whole thing extra kinky on his end.

Of course first you have to get to him in what’s actually kind of one of the most interesting set pieces gameplay wise. You’re still in this borrowed body, which is pretty low level, a fixed class, and has no natural regeneration of any kind, not access to your inventory, and you are just plopped kind of dead center in the middle of these horrible ruins and half to stealth/fight/scrounge your way out with no clear goal markers and a time limit. It’s actually fairly challenging and by the end you’re caught in an explosion so you’re literally crawling home to warn your friends that hey, that’s not you, it’s an undead murderous kinkster stealing your body for his elavorate sex fantasy, but you recover enough to tackle him at the last moment and then also the timer on all this and you’re restored.

So, I am just really conflicted. I maintain that bringing Zenos back from the dead was an absolutely terrible idea. He worked really well as a villain whose motivations take a bit to come into focus and eventually kinda make your skin crawl, the whole thing caps off with a truly excellent death scene that robs you of a nice celebratory vibe for your big victory, the resurrection is some really sloppy writing, especially given how the whole point is he was officially done with life, and they pretty clearly don’t know what to do with him while he’s back. He is literally just sitting there in the background bored out of his mind and actively ignoring the annoying main villain we actually have and his efforts to get him in on the evil scheming. AND YET, every interaction you have with him in this expansion is just such an entertaining scene and gives another fun glimpse into his really... unique frame of mind.

Anyway, that big attack fails, and the leader behind it finally gets word on the radio from his buddy’s unit that... they’ve actually surrendered and his like dozen surviving soldiers are kind of all that’s left of the big evil empire. Hearing this, he decides to go ahead and become the one good nazi we have in this whole thing. Yes that is a euphemism. Yes it does involve him putting down the mic on his radio, picking up a gun, and leaving a nice stain on the imperial flag he has in his little subway car makeshift office. I’m not going to post a screenshot, but seriously, 10/10, no notes. The whole Garlemald chapter of this expansion is great. Love seeing nazis literally being too stupid and racist to live. What little population is left then finally accepts defeat and lets you provide them with the free food, water, heat, and emergency shelter they need to survive. It’s finally time to head into that big menacing Imperial monster palace, AKA the Towel of Babel, find the bit of it that qualifies as a god, and kill it. Specifically what’s left of the old Emperor in the form of a rare FF10 tribute.

Then Fandaniel just kinda grabs Zenos gives a pathetic little speech and uses a big teleporter to flee to the moon. Which is... a bit abrupt but you follow. And uh... the moon sucks, actually? Like we have all this buildup and foreshadowing like it’s going to be this big enemy base and we’re going to do the whole Lunar Subterrane thing but no. Grey dust, annoying to navigate map, clear signs of cut content. You meet a palette swap of Emet-Selch’s recreated pre-fall Ascian ghosts who is... not some sort of phantom but a minion of Hydaelyn’s here to act as prison warden for what’s left of Zodiark, trapped inside the moon like it’s a giant prison (much like the other moon was for Bahamut). There’s this whole business with a ring of gargantuan swords scattered around to act as seals, one of which Fandaniel just destroyed because the whole bit with the towers was powering up a big death star laser to smash these, and you have to go around and pacify the ghosts of sacrifices made to summon Zodiark back in the day to power up the rest, with this helpful golden furred elegant moon dog ferrying you around as needed. Parthway through this though the whole thing gets cut short via Fandaniel’s BS sloppy writing powers, all the remaining towers get smashed, Zodiark is revived, do not pass go, go directly to big epic boss battle against basically Satan, and Fandaniel himself, believing everyone is now going to die, jumps into the big sort of chasm down to the center of the moon unleashing horrible magic energies to kill himself.That’s the end of that. Thank goodness villains always stay dead in this, right?

Anyway you kill Zodiark. Not even all that hard of a boss. But uh... oh right, you kind of weren’t supposed to do that, were you. He was kinda load-bearing. Summoned to avert an apocalypse and all. Which turns out was an ongoing thing not a one-time deal. As your friends catch up, you’re getting informed that The Final Days are now resuming, big ominous meteor showers, death of everyone in the world shortly. And as later exposition confirms, not just this version of this world. All those splintered off versions like the one we JUST saved from an apocalypse last expansion are doomed too. All because you, the main character here, have this legitimate self control issue where you just can’t not kill any god you see on the spot. But the chill moon dog, Argos, then leads you to a giant door to this massive high tech underground city with uh...

They’re called lopporits. They’re based on Namingway from FF4. The look like the sort of little figurines your great grandmother might collect, and they are here because the entire moon doubles as an emergency escape system to load the whole population of the world onto in the event that some idiot comes along, kills Zodiark, and dooms everyone. They’re also so distractingly adorable your whole party just kinda goes slack-jawed, forgets everything they were doing, and the plot just stops dead in its tracks while you spend kind of a weirdly long time just humoring them and trying to give positive feedback to all the amenities they start showing off. They’ve got all your food needs covered with, and this is the official quest item name, obscenely long carrots, described in detail as being particularly girthy. They’ve build everything to perfect human scale... based on an assumption that the average person is still like 30 feet tall like they were back in Ascian times, similarly all just assuming your whole party is a bunch of unsupervised children sent up in the first wave of evacuations. They have to improvise on clothing when it turns out universal dumb black robes are out of fashion, and have some really interesting ideas.

Once again we tease the idea that they actually have super sinister motives and are trying to trap you here with constant distractions, but then no, turns out they’re just really horrified because they’re pretty good at reading people and can clearly see that none of you are actually impressed with any of their stuff. Except Urianger. Urianger loves cute little weirdos and dressing eccentrically. This leads to a big speech to cheer them up, talking about how their self-chosen names all convey their strength of character. Like Mappingway, wanting to chart out all the unexplored secrets of the world, and Livingway just wanting to keep life going for everyone. And then turns out one is named Puddingway, but, you know, everyone likes pudding? And I guess I have to link the comic don’t I.

Anyway, checking back in on things on things down on the planet, which only NOW are we formally establishing is called Aetherys, ending years of confusion where people thought the whole world was either called Hydaelyn or Eorzea. Side note a checked and “Eorzea” is officially the term for the westernmost continent, Aldenard, if and only if you are also counting in the nearby islands. But yeah things are going bad. Especially over in Thavnair, AKA India, where the sky is stock on apocalyptic red with constant meteor showers, and seemingly at random people are turning into rad palette swaps of the freakiest looking monsters we already had models lying around for, which we’re arbitrarily calling blasphemies. There’s reports of this happening in other places too, and a lot of people seem to turn into these things just from the pure terror of seeing them. Y’shtola’s weird vision deal also reveals that rather than similar stuff where someone’s soul/aether gets tainted with some element or other, here it’s just literally rotting and crumbling away to nothing so when these monsters die and leave a sickly black splash on the floor, that’s it, do not go to afterlife, do not pass go, you are done. Sucks for them. Especially since unlike the whole becoming a sin eater deal we are so painfully cribbing from with this, it seems totally arbitrary who it happens to and why.

Anyway they kinda dance around this and kind of offer up extreme fear or hate as alternate causes but by the end of the expansion it’s abundantly clear that you turn into a monster from suicidal ideation... which makes a lot of the panicking crowds popping in the ensuing panic scenes feel really clumsy, writing wise. Also there’s this whole bit where a guy’s worried about his wife and new born baby in the chaos, gets chased by a monster and injured, turns into one himself, tries to kill his wife, she panics and jumps off a high ledge with her baby and dies on impact with the water, forcing you to dive in after to rescue this now orphan baby and hand them off to someone. Here’s the thing though, this doesn’t happen in some instanced thing. This is just your standard, on the overworld, here’s someone giving you your current active quest, here’s where you go to do the next step chain. So you could totally like, wander off with this baby at the bottom of the well, go do sidequests, maybe some that mention “days later” in them, before rescuing this baby. Or do the rescue, but not the hand-off, and just have this inventory baby for a good long while It’s paced excitingly enough this only stuck me after, but it amuses me that it’s technically possible.

This is where the fake Satrap dies, and eventually where we set up our fresh set of Role quests. Each of the five basic combat class types has a lead about a big blasphemy in a different part of the world to look into... and none of these really go anywhere interesting. Healer is probably the most interesting, since it involves checking in on Fordola who is having a very hard time keeping it together and not turning into one of these. The rest are just kinda whatever. Gosetsu shows up again briefly to call out a charlatan medium in the ranged attacker one. Offensive magic has the one that hurts my suspension of disbelief because you deal with the ONE blasphemy in Ishgard and like... it’s Ishgard. The whole place should be a crater right away. As is though yeah there’s like... five people suicidal enough in the rest of the world combined to become blasphemies, and then like half the population of Thavnair. Hell a little later you go back to Garlemald and have to deal with a bunch more of this, but it’s because Thavnairian refugees are coming through on the way to somewhere less terrifying as the red sky spreads to the area and a bunch of them lose it at the thought of nowhere being safe. These people are just kind of this game’s punching bag. My best guess between that and the way there’s no real connection on the map, which is also a bit less filled with interesting details than most, is a lot more was planned for the region but there were cuts and/or delays and the focus of all this ended up there just to flesh things out, but still.

Oh yeah and while dealing with the attack in the Imperial ruins, Zenos shows up randomly to take a big blasphemy down with his cool new scythe... and complain about how bored he is and ask if you can pretty please fight him to the death again soon as soon as you stop getting distracted by this whole thing. He was also pretty polite about this on the moon, but Alisaie wasn’t there to call him out. Another really fun scene here.

I love how he gets called out for being a weird hedonistic kinkster here, and I love how he responds to Jullus the one Imperial soldier who grew a clue before successfully getting himself killed, barely, with this “wait would you seriously be OK with me destroying the whole country here if I was doing it for some kind of good reason? That is seriously messed up dude, get help.” And then that eye roll at the end.

So turns out the big secret of the Nerd Council is they found the actual embodied true form of Hydaelyn in a cave and she broke down all the details on Zodiark being a load-bearing boss someone would probably eventually kill, and they should really coordinate with these moon rabbits on a plan to evacuate the whole world just in case. And like, OK, but A- they’re really terrible at this. Didn’t even communicate the physical needs of people or population estimates. B- this is really the sort of thing where being less coy and explaining things to the protagonist in particular would maybe help avoid the whole problem because who else do you even have to worry about accidentally killing a god in the heat of the moment? Maybe Estinien? Tell him too. Oh and C- the nihilistic weirdo wanting to end all life and largely doing so by covering the world in mind-control towers kinda seems like a barrier to getting everyone out safely. Same with the deadly biochemical weapons from earlier. Point is the twins’ dad really sucks. Their mom is cool though. She helps Alphinaud switch classes to Sage, the healer that gets a set of flying laser cannons. Also it eventually turns out she’s quietly been THE source of funding for the Scions forever through anonymous donations. Who’s gonna tell these kids their parents are probably getting a divorce?

Getting things back on track, your only real lead is the cryptic hint about the flower. It doesn’t go much of anywhere, except a name for it that dates back to Ascian times. So with all the rest very dead, you go check in with Elidibus who’s not technically dead, just, you know, soul trapped in the crystal tower. Which is also essentially a giant database of Allagan science notes. Turns out while he’s been in there he’s mellowed out a lot and is willing to rework things and send your soul back in time to get info from before anything of note on the whole millennia long timeline happened. Specifically to a research facility called Elpis where people used to send the dangerous monster designs they came up with because they’re bored weirdos with world shaping powers to test and make sure they’re viable and would fit in an ecologic niche somewhere. Problem is you come through all ghostly and also I wasn’t kidding about the 30 foot giants. Fortunately someone eventually notices the weird tiny ghost and convinces his boyfriend to shove some aether into you so you’re solid and properly sized.

If it isn’t our old friend from a few thousand years from now Emet-Selch and his boyfriend we’re at least on good terms with some kinda recreated imaginary semi-ghost version of Hythlodaeus. They looked real dorky back forever ago. Anyway they assume from the matching color of your soul that you’re the familiar of their friend Azem, which, sure, technically distant future reincarnation of slightly more than 50% of said but close enough. So they let you hang out on this business trip. They’re here to offer the position of Fandaniel to this guy here whose real name is Hermes since the previous one just retired, and he’s all mopey about it because when people retire they kill themselves so they can get reincarnated. Except for the previous Azem, she just figured she’d keep hanging out. It’s totally a voluntary thing, not an enforced Logan’s Run sort of thing but there’s still a weird social stigma if you don’t do it so like, hey, Emet-Selch, I feel like you were overselling this place. Everyone’s a workaholic nerd who off themselves when they’re out of ideas for new research grants, and things are looking decidedly more ancient Greece and less extra art deco New York than previously suggested.

Turns out this Hermes kid is really depressed and fixated on death in general. Which is kinda weird when everyone is officially immortal. He’s particularly bummed about how it’s literally his job to snap his fingers and reduce terrible terrible monsters that would like end all life if allowed to exist in the world to their component elements, and fair enough. Maybe work on getting people to stop making horrible ravenous death beasts in the first place though? Anyway he’s proud of himself for making this weird little psychic bird girl who much like these mood ring flowers is also super empathic and gets all sad and mopey with him whenever he gets sad and mopey, which is a lot. In fact, he made a whole bunch. They’re psychically networked, and all called Meteion. Like meteor. Because he’s sending them all out to explore space and try to find some kind of meaning of life thing out. Also they’re based on this Dynamis stuff. Apparently 60% of the mass of the universe is made up of Dynamis. It’s just kinda weaker than Aether so nobody cares, but he’s pretty sure he’ll be able to untap its potential and activate it all like, as he says, a river breaking free of a dam. You can totally see where all of this is going here, right? It’s exactly as blunt as I’m making it sound.

Anyway you hang out a while dealing with this depressed kid and his weird bird girl, and eventually she gets an update that hey, the rest of her sisters have finished that task Hermes sent them out on forever ago after making them apparently some time ago and never formally submitting the design or the plan he had for him to any of his superiors. Specifically the plan was to take his super empathic socially needy bird girls, have them all fly through the supernaturally soul crushing void of space, find whatever aliens might exist and ask them what to him is the ultimate question, apparently some variation on “if everybody just dies in the end what’s even the point of going on living!?” and like... hey, I get it. Someone explained heat death to me when I was like 12. I had a similar breakdown about it. But as Emet-Selch starts tearing into him about as the report comes in, it is really just a terrible idea for all sorts of reasons to try and establish first contact with alien races by having a bunch of depressed bird girls show up and start trauma dumping on them out of the blue.

The results are pretty grim too. They just start going through planet by planet with these little stories about finding formerly inhabited planets where literally everyone is dead, and researching all the various ways this happened. These people had a apocalyptic war. These people got all spiritually enlightened, ended all suffering, and got too bored to keep going. These people had a godlike ruler who got in a bad mood and killed everyone, and hey, talking to us made him suicidal and he killed himself on the spot. This also happened when we contacted this planet where two factions were in this tense cold war setup... Everyone including Meteion really wants to cut the feed on this depressing stuff but Hermes insists on hearing the whole thing and goes off with her to do so.

In the middle of all this though, that aforementioned retired Azem shows up. Her name’s Venat. She’s more on to your weird deal than these others, mostly because she notices you have magic wards on you that seem to have been put there by her, plus she’s visibly that human form of Hydaelyn you got a quick vision of, so, yeah. Pre-deity Hydaelyn here. And she’s nice enough. Eventually the others kinda work out that you two have some weird secret thing going and you end up explaining the deal to the others and Emet-Selch basically responds with, “hey, screw you? Assuming you’re not just making all this up, you’re telling me I just become an absolute melodramatic flouncing asshole in the future, and I refuse to believe that. Like especially the part about me recreating the whole city and everyone in it to mope in? There is no way I would ever become such an over the top drama queen” and like, he keeps going for a WHILE with this. It’s great.

So you all go to confront him about the whole thing, and he arranges the showdown to be at this uh... big computer clock thing on hand that can do time warp things and also erase people’s memories and give them new ones. Seems like a bad thing to have around! Very easily abused! He totally supports his depressed bird daughters in the conclusion they draw that all life in the universe should be eliminated so there’s nobody left to be sad and die, so he’s going to wipe everyone’s memories and just play dumb about the pending bird-girl driven psychic suicidal apocalypse. Your past pals play some head games and Emet-Selch in particular pulls a big switcheroo so you and Venat get teleported out at the last minute. She goes on to become Hydaelin eventually and avoids technically having a villain turn by way of doing the whole Shiva style transformation, there’s precedent, but let’s be real she still kinda sucks and turned the worst Scion into a hand puppet for a bit in there. Anyway, now you know why the world’s ending. A depressed bird girl out in space somewhere. Oh and it’s not like the Fandaniel you know and hate has the memories of this Hermes loser, just his soul, the memories of the main reason Allagan was awful, and the body of the genocidal viceroy’s somehow even worse villain. Just a turducken of guys who really suck.

Back in the present you go find Hydaelyn in the magical god flesh to compare notes on your big stable time loop here, and she’s polite enough to challenge you to a fight to make sure you’re prepared to face some horribly depressed bird girl. And really goes all out so you “tragically” have to kill her. And definitely don’t feel super smug and relieved that in the end you really did get to go and kill literally every god anyone ever summoned. That you know of anyway.

You talk all the nerds in Nerd Town into letting you borrow their secret evacuation spaceship if you can find nerds able to increase the engines’ efficiency because as is, even the moon evacuation plan would take too long. That bits easy because you know a ton of nerds and a ton of people willing to drag over chunks of Dalamud, the whole Bahamut prison moon which are all over the place and make good scrap for this. Then the only problem is loading in enough Aether as fuel to get to the far edge of the universe. If only there was a really good way to condense a whole massive pile of crystals into something nice and compact. Say the size of a boss fight. Oh right summoning gods! The lopporits, who totally ended up coming down with Urianger to get firsthand knowledge of day to day planet life to build better stuff for people and also just dig it, just so happen to know an alternate summon ritual that bypasses all the greedy syphoning of all the world’s aether and mind controlling everyone in the area. That’s... absurdly convenient. So you get a bunch of reformed priests to resummon every god up through Stormblood with the safety on, and just... load them into the fuel tank of this spaceship you kinda low key stole from some terrible nerds. Actually at the very last minute Cid shows up to “help” and honestly the work is all done literally all the guy does is add a coat of paint with his logo on it, and insist on naming the thing. Kind of a dick move, Cid. So he kinda steals it from them and you steal it from him.

So... I feel like I’m due to break text up with something and the end of the universe, AKA Ultima Thule, or as I like to call it, Space Hell, is super visually interesting but it photographs terribly so have this but honestly this dorky power ballad is NOT playing when you show up here. Nor are silly mounts until you’re done with the plot, like every area basically.

Space hell is built out of the random chunks of various dead worlds Meteion found just kinda brought together into a depressing collage. Technically some of these still have inhabitants, kind of. One is the dragon homeworld, and as we know dragons don’t really die properly, so, they’re all dead, but still hanging out being super depressed about the intense pollution not letting them have kids who aren’t monster freaks. We’ve got people who became beings of pure thought and then got depressed about heat death, and then realized they need to have bodies again to kill themselves, we’ve got the race of horrible death robots who destroyed dragon planet, and honestly a hell of a lot of other planets. Backstory is they were really wimpy and paranoid about being killed by space horrors, so they built death robots and also went full cyborg and transfered their minds into death robot bodies and upgraded those further and built Omega and kinda got real carried away on the proactive defense and realized they kind of had killed like half the life in the universe and could totally take the other half in a fight even all at once. So then they had a big existential crisis because what were they doing before going to war again?

So again, this is after the credits roll and you come back here in the patches, but after you finish this whole existential threat to the universe thing you come back here with a now retired lopporit and they’re still all what do we even do now, so you just toss it out there that one of the other worldlets was this like coffee shop from a planet where the bird girls couldn’t even work out how everyone died it looks like they just got raptured or whatever, so why don’t the death robots just like, move in and open a nice little cafe. Make coffee and soup and stuff for all the other last survivors of civilizations. And they go for it and it’s probably my favorite of all the tribe quests.

But we’re not here to help death robots research soup recipes YET. We’re here to recreate the original first season Sailor Moon finale. Marching across a horrible field of total desolation where all of our friends make big heroic sacrifices one by one so we can continue. And honestly the framing is weird because basically it’s a chain of finding a nihilistic alien representative, hear why they think life’s not worth living, someone steps up with a counter argument, they sort of explode and form a bridge to the next area. It’s all about the emotional arguments because this is all made of Dynamis, so everything operates on pure vibes. These are vibe-ranium bridges if you will. Anyway what I initially thought was going on here is you land in like pure depression land and people keep vanishing because they talk themselves into better head spaces and are ejected. I feel like that’d make way more sense, but no, all your friends are in fact explaining reasons to go on living then promptly dying.

Eventually you run out of friends as you hit the cafe here, and can only advance by talking to the depressed bird girl herself about all your personal trauma and stuff and how you get past it, which creates a very long stairwell to the surface of the dead sun she’s keeping everyone’s souls in so they can’t reincarnate, and THAT’S when the power ballad in that earlier clip kicks in, as you walk up to have a boss fight. And you know, it’s a pretty good JRPG final boss fight. Big weird woman, lots of wings jutting out all over, really over the top throwing planets at you attacks. The classic stuff. And then halfway through the fight freaking Zenos just literally comes crashing through the 4th wall and goes “hey, this who you’re fighting? She doesn’t actually seem tough, you want to hurry it up? I stopped by the bar you scions hang out at and someone said you were here, so I turned myself into a dragon again so we can finally have that proper rematch as soon as you’re done here. Do you need help or anything to finish up faster?”

Tumblr’s not letting me add any more movies but NO REALLY THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENS it’s hilarious. And here’s the comic version.

I have a line I really want to go out on here, so, again, here’s my Patreon. I hope I’ve entertained and educated you with all this over the course of the month. And here’s what I have to say on what post-game currently exists for this.

The ghost of Emet-Selch and his boyfriend show up for a last minute sappy pep talk, and to remind you that while it might seem like we’ve literally wrapped up every single loose end, there’s some islands you’ve never been to. A whole southern continent to explore. The rest of those dimensional shards. You never got around to fighting The Twelve. So yeah title cards and NPCs and E-S narrating this expansion have been saying the whole time this is the end of the story, but we’re not DONE done. So you beat this bird girl down, the dead sun hatches and blue sun yolk drips out restoring life to the universe, your friends all get to come back, you activate their emergency teleporters and chuck yours so you can go in for the finishing blow, and then well, here you are. Just alone at the edge of the universe in a big empty space behind a random diner. Zenos just finally got the message and came and did something good to help you out, and he’s really giving you those puppy dog eyes. So after a set of dialog choices for exactly how you want to begrudgingly admit you honestly do also enjoy a really over the top boss fight, you begrudgingly agree to have a big duel with him, you know, just this once, fully aware he gets off on these, and it honestly goes on for a really long time, including a bit where he flat out kills you and teaches you the boss encounter trick to just pulling out a second health bar through sheer force of will, and the whole thing ends with you just tossing your weapon aside and running up to give him a big ol’ punch right between those weird never quite focused eyes of his while he has this blissed out grin.

So the conclusion, for now, of the whole long epic story of Final Fantasy 14 which I have explained to you this month is, I swear before this whole mountain of dead gods, that you make sure none of your friends are looking and give Zenos a pity handjob in the back lot behind a diner in the middle of nowhere.

#mic drop #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #there's flying and humanoid sharks in elpis and hythlodaeus says they're big now and I know I know plenty of furry artists don't tell me...

[rookthorne]

Lovely Lana. ❤️ Whumptober is upon us. Which fic was the hardest for you to write? Could be for technical or emotional reasons. ❤️

hai Navy 🥰

god, all of them were hard for so many different reasons (mainly technical), but by far the hardest? the entry for day 5 - Battle Worn.

that entry took days to write. I had the hardest time writing and editing it because every single time I opened the document I started crying.

I was very lucky to have @d-desrosiers help me so closely with it, and putting up with me messaging you and sobbing about it - I love you so much, girl. Additionally, a big thank you to @thenhewaswrongaboutme for the same, and for the encouragement to keep going. 💗

I’m gonna put the rest of this explanation under a cut because it could be triggering, please heed the tags, my loves 💗

Also, Navy, I wanna thank you for taking the time to ask me this. It means so fucking much to me.

For 4ish years now I’ve dealt with an eating disorder - cibophobia (or similar, I’ve been diagnosed with conflicting shit and I can’t be bothered digging through my memories)

For clarity, this STARTED as disordered eating due to my chronic Gastroparesis. There was a time that I would literally go days without eating for the fear of pain and nausea.

I eventually got help after a very traumatic experience and I was given a lifeline of supplement drinks. They saved me, literally, because they didn’t hurt me as much.

To this day, while I am still recovering, I cannot tolerate the thought of moving from my safe foods. It used to (and sometimes still does) trigger a hell of a panic attack and I shut down.

Thankfully with help from my psych it’s gotten easier to deal with, to the point I sometimes look forward to trying new things. It’s always either something soft, or it’s liquid.

But I relapse sometimes and start from square one, and that’s okay, because I’m nothing if not fucking stubborn.

What Bucky goes through in that fic (while I’m not a brainwashed assassin) is what I go through when I attempt something new. I shut down, I get emotional, and I get extremely flighty - even down to the pain that he feels and the nausea and struggle against vomiting.

What Steve does is what I imagine Bucky (because he’s my comfort character) would do for me, and honestly, it’s what I need to help ground me because disassociation makes me too spacey.

And recently I made the huge step of trying soup. It didn’t hurt me after I tried it for the fourth time.

So, naturally, Bucky’s new food was gonna be soup, because soup is safe.

#Lana’s rambles #about me #Navy 💙 #tw vomit #tw eating disorder #Battle Worn #not me getting emotional because you *want* to know #😭😭😭

[uncloseted]

Hii! i was wondering if you’d have any advice on my problem!

I’m worried that I can be a little dumb. I know ‘intelligence’ manifests itself in different areas and I think I’m quite creative and very imaginative, I’m also good when it comes to academia, understanding what the professors want to see and writing strong essays.

But I think my main thing is that I lack common sense, and I can come accross as very ditzy, airy fairy kinda thing. I can write decently but I struggle to express myself when speaking/ I’m also very emotionally driven so I feel like I’m terrible at any kind of debate or very intellectually stimulating conversation 😭

I feel like I physically cannot think before I speak and I always say the silliest things and it’s okay because my friends love me for it but I do feel a bit insecure about it all!

I feel like I’m that person who never gets the joke, who always gets lost and has no sense of direction, and I just overall lack common sense. Stuff that comes super naturally to others around me will simply not occur to me ever 😭 I also feel very easily confused and lost!

Also I’m a blonde girl and I’m soft spoken and have a high-pitched voice, and I feel like that adds more and more to the ditzy image (that’s a sexism problem and not a me problem, but it’s still a thing)

In conclusion I am confused and seeking ur advice! 🥰I hope you’re doing wonderful btw!

So, the first thing that comes to mind is, if you haven't already, it may be worth being evaluated for neurodevelopmental conditions or learning disabilities. The reason I mention this is because a lot of people (especially girls) grow up feeling dumb when in fact they're just struggling with something going on in their brain. Girls with ADHD often present as being "spacey" or "dreamy" or "ditzy", but that's actually due to difficulty with distractability and memory. People with ADHD in general often have difficulty in conversation because they have trouble with impulsivity and can't take a beat to let another person finish their thought or to think about what they want to say. People with dyslexia often also have a poor sense of direction, and people with autism often feel like they "don't get the joke" or that they lack common sense because they struggle to pick up on social cues. There are lots of different types of disorders that cause differences in how people understand and process information. Of course, that may not be the case for you, but I just wanted to bring it up because some people struggle with these types of issues their entire lives without knowing what they are.

In terms of what you can do to try and improve your intelligence and common sense, I think it's just about practicing those skills.

For becoming (or seeming) more traditionally intelligent:

Practice active listening: When you're having a conversation with someone else, try to make a conscious effort to listen carefully to what they're saying instead of waiting for your turn to talk. Before you respond, take a beat to process their words and think before responding. This will help you avoid saying something you wish you hadn't and give you time to figure out what the appropriate response would be.

Slow down when you talk: This kind of follows from the last piece of advice, but try to talk more slowly and give yourself time to process your thoughts as you're talking. It's okay to pause in the middle of an idea to make it clear to yourself before saying it out loud.

Start doing "intellectual things": Expose yourself to a wide range of topics and perspectives. Read books, listen to podcasts, and engage in discussions with people who are really good in this area. This will help you broaden your understanding, develop stronger critical thinking skills, and be able to be more present in conversations that are intellectually complicated.

Seek self-improvement: Take opportunities to learn and grow. Attend workshops, join clubs or organizations that align with your interests, and seek feedback on how you're doing in those environments. Putting effort into self-improvement can help you build confidence and expand your skills.

In terms of improving common sense:

Increase your general knowledge: This kind of goes along with what I was talking about before, but expanding the amount of stuff you know will give you a wider range of information to pick from when you're trying to make a decision or solve a problem. Often, what we think of as "common sense" is just someone knowing something that we don't.

Pay attention to your surroundings: Another big part of common sense is being observant and noticing environmental cues that point you in the right direction (literally or figuratively). People with "common sense" are good at noticing what the people around them are doing and making a guess on what's appropriate based on that, or noticing things like signs that are explicitly telling them what to do.

Observe and learn from others: Pay attention to the people around you who have strong common sense skills. Observe how they approach different situations, make decisions, and solve problems. Once you know how they act in certain situations, you can start to do the same in your own life.

Reflect on past experiences: Take the time to reflect on your past experiences and think about the decisions you made. Were there alternative paths that could have led to better results? This reflection can help you learn from your mistakes and make more informed choices in the future.

Engage in critical thinking: Develop your ability to analyze situations objectively. Ask yourself questions like "What are the possible consequences of this action?" or "What are the underlying causes of this problem?" Critical thinking helps you evaluate information, identify patterns, and make good judgments of the situations you're in.

Practice problem-solving: Engage in activities that require problem-solving skills, such as puzzles, riddles, or logic games. These exercises can strengthen your ability to think logically and find practical solutions.

All of that said, you don't have to be what people think of as intelligent and you don't have to have what people think of as common sense. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and it's okay to just accept that there are some things we'll never be good at and to let those things go. You're creative and imaginative and good at academic writing, and your friends and family love you just the way you are. It's good to want to improve, but it's also okay to say, "this is just how I am and I accept that about myself."

[tavvattales]

Matchmaker, Matchmaker, I need your help! (<- <3)

I'm a 22-year-old Hispanic straight female who uses she/her and I would like a romantic relationship, please!

My physical appearence is a short fair skinned slightly chubby woman with brown eyes and dyed, curly strawberry blonde hair. I mainly wear jeans and a comfy top to go with my enamel-pinned jean jacket. However, I always wear a CGM and insulin pump for my diabetes.

Personality: I’m an INFP Libra with a 9w1 enneagram. I’m a very spacey and forgetful individual who tends to stay more indoors but tries to welcome new experiences wherever I go. I’m a nice person though as I usually get on the good side of everyone I meet. I’m the kind of person who remains quiet until I become close with someone then I’m free to be a dork. Building relationships with others isn’t something I pursue unless it occurs naturally. When it comes to my health, sometimes I view myself as limited and weak even when that is not true. I sometimes worry that I’m too much for people when it comes to my passions. I try to make jokes or sassy comebacks but I'm not that clever when it comes to that so it usually results in an awkward audience. As a result, I get teased a lot which makes me feel stupid despite being relativly smart. I second guess myself a lot too but I usually push that aside and dive into whatever my choice was. I’ve also been described as generous, childish, excitable, playful, mischievous, stubborn, and imaginative. I may not know how bad situations can get but I always try to bring comfort to other people. Plus I want to improve my health by getting physically fit. Currently, I'm trying to find work as a librarian.

Love Language: It’s actually a tie between physical touch and quality time! I love the idea of cuddling in bed with my partner as we exchange kisses. I might also like words of affirmation (even if I have difficulty accepting praise). As for my giving love language, I think it would be acts of service because I want to be both a strong partner for them and do little things to ease their mind.

Likes: Drawing, painting, designing costumes, walking, animals, soft blankets, notebooks, the smell of home-baked food and a campfire, going somewhere new, the supernatural, true crime, thrillers, animated movies, cosplay, anime/cartoons, sweets, working in archives, libraries, friends, and family.

Dislikes: Rude disrespectful people, loud noises like fireworks, my personal space being invaded, narcissists. People who don’t value others.

I hope this was enough information and thank you for your time!

Hello sweetie pie~ Thank you so much for choosing Rebby's Matchmaking Services!

Let's see here. . .

I match you with~

Gorou

With his cheerful demeanor, he never fails to put a smile on your face, even on bad days when you're feeling down on yourself. He makes sure you'll be at your happiest, reassuring you and, most importantly, loving you unconditionally.

Gorou's ears twitch instinctively, picking up your quiet sniffles. With a worried expression, he turns to you and sees you crying to yourself, "Y/N. . .is everything alright? Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?" his ears lay flat and his forest green eyes are riddled with worry.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm too much for you. ." you say between sniffles, wiping your tears away, "My health isn't the greatest and I can do better, but I feel like such a burden."

Gorou's heart falls as he hears those words, taking your hands in his, "Y/N, you are never too much. Never ever. It's okay to feel down, but know that I'm always here to support you and help you through these moments. I may not understand precisely how you're feeling, but one thing I do know is how strong you are. Look at how far you've come! I'm so proud of you~," he says with a wide grin, his tail wagging in the process, "I love you so much, never forget that," with his last gentle reassuring words, he kisses your forehead softly.

Cuddle days are a must for the two of you. Cuddling up with a cozy blanket on the couch with a good book, a roaring fire going in the fireplace, and simply existing with each other fills you with so much love.

Cozying up with each other, your head resting on his shoulder while one hand is resting on his thigh, the other holding one half of the book the two of you are enjoying, you smile to yourself. Gorou rests his head on yours, his fingers intertwining with yours before mutterning, "I love you. . ."

"I love you too, Gorou," you whisper back, giggling with a soft hue of pink dusting your cheeks. Putting the book down, you take your head off of his shoulder, looking at him longingly before leaning in and sealing his lips with yours.

Gorou, pushing back into the kiss, wags his tail furiously with several thwaps against the couch. Finally pulling away, he presses his forehead against yours, "I love you too."

Gorou is always so grateful. Often coming home after a rough day at work to dinner already made, or a bath drawn is such a wonderful feeling. You're always doing things for him with only his best interests in mind. While he enjoys this, little do you know that you are his most favorite interest.

Walking through the front door, Gorou's nose picks up an incredible aroma wafting from the kitchen; his ears twitch and his tail wagging happily as he makes his way to see you, wondering what you have made.

"Y/N!" he calls out cheerfully, rushing to you in a warm embrace, "Wow, whatever you're making smells delicious~! I'm so lucky to have someone like you. You're always doing wonderful and sweet things for me," Gorou says with a silly smile plastered on his face, his eyes full of love.

#rebby rambles #genshin impact #genshin impact fandom #rebby writes #rebby replies #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fluff #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin gorou #genshin impact gorou #gorou fluff #gorou x reader #general gorou #genshin matchups

[nkhrchuwuya]

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congrats on 500 !!

I’d like to take part in your event!! :D

♥︎ I’m gender apathetic ( any pronouns ) and pan

♥︎ Personality wise I’m a pretty soft, mellow person. I’m very warm hearted and dulcet, I do have some trouble expressing emotion sometimes. I’m also pretty spacey and sleepy, and i have Maladaptive Daydreaming.

♥︎ I am a bit of a “show off” or “attention seeker” sometimes but not in a mean or cocky way

♥︎I’m pretty faint hearted, I get scared very easily and I’m a bit of a coward (_ _).｡o○ ♥︎ I really enjoy, gardening, baking, reading, playing violin and I also like helping out at animal shelters, I love animals! Especially cats and birds

I am also smaller than Chuuya (ToT)/~~~

I can’t think of anything else to add, and sorry for any mistakes

take care o(^▽^)o

hey hey, thanks anon! lovely to see you around! you made no mistakes, please don't worry about it, and i hope you enjoy your stuff!

here's your chuu hcs:

finds your gender apathy interesting. he probably hasn't encountered that concept before- really, there's no time for this in the mafia- but when you get into explaining it maybe he realizes he feels something similar to that too. he won't think too much about it, but knowing there's a word for it makes him feel a little more stable.

to chuuya, there's nothing quite like a calming person to come back home to. like this, there's no need to turn to alcohol to unwind; all he needs to do is crash into your arms. he loves listening to your sweet voice lull him to relaxation even if you're talking about the most idle of things.

he knows your spacey, sleepy nature has its downsides, but he finds it such an adorable sight to see you just trying to stay up sometimes. he loves just picking you up from the couch or a seat and just airlifting you to the bed. he wouldn't know what to do with your maladaptive daydreaming, but if you teach him anything like if you need him to hold your hand to keep you grounded, he will definitely be at hand to help you.

loves to hear about all the things you want to show off about. he's very invested in the things you do/are interested about, because it's a part of getting to know you after all. he'll probably quip back with something to brag about too, though, so be armed with your compliments as well.

please play violin for him. he has a fondness for music and probably learned to play the piano at some point but there's nothing quite like being played for. it doesn't matter what your skill level is, he will listen like the best attentive audience you will ever have. (also he makes silly requests sometimes like rock songs, dont mind him. ... or do, that'll be cool.)

your little domestic hobbies are so adorable to him, really, and he will enable them as much as he can. urban garden in the penthouse balcony. the cupboards always stocked with baking materials. books on gardening and baking. he just loves how the more you indulge in those the more the penthouse feels cozier and more like a home.

if you like volunteering at animal shelters, he wouldn't mind coming with you on an off day just to experience what it's like. of course he's probably going to insist on working for the dogs... but at the same time, he will not be prepared mentally for the duties and he will have to grit his teeth about it. he'll enjoy it though, and might make it a regular thing to do with you if you persuade him enough.

always leaves a little kiss on your forehead whenever he passes by you. you're right there, within kissing distance; why not do it? it's just a tender touch he does which he hopes passes on his affection for you to you.

a very gentle and soft kind of relationship. you and chuuya will always be cradling each other carefully, and it'll be sweet and mild always. chuuya will have hesitations because he feels like you're too sweet to be involved with someone from the port mafia, but eventually he lets his selfishness win for once. make him feel that it was worth it, won't you?

#anonymous #chuuya's special someone event #nakahara chuuya #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #bsd x reader

[whoneedsapublisher]

Softer than the Softest Sofa at the Soft Sofa Store

The second of three Nico birthday fics, and this one actually takes place on her birthday. NozoNico.

Words: ~800

Summary: Nozomi, for all her posturing as mysterious and spiritual, was a big softy.

Also on Ao3

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Nozomi was a big softy.

Nico had always known that about her to some extent, but it was easy to forget when Nozomi was pulling her mysterious woman act. Between the teasing and the pseudo-mystical “spiritual” act, she seemed so much more aloof and playful.

But once they started dating, that illusion went up in a puff of smoke. Nozomi was almost absurdly doting. Nico could hardly get within a couple feet of her without Nozomi clinging to her, and if she ever sat down on the same couch as her, well, that was a guarantee of cuddles.

It was almost funny. Whenever Nozomi curled up against her like an amorous cat and clung to Nico’s arm, she couldn’t help but think about Nozomt’s smug little teasing grins as she’d played with Nico like a cat in a very different situation, with Nico playing a very different role.

“You’re so ridiculous,” Nico said, ruffling Nozomi’s hair.

“What do you mean, Niccochi?” Nozomi asked. Fixing her hair would have involved letting go of Nico’s arm, so she didn’t bother, looking curiously up at her with her hair all tousled.

...It was kinda hot, actually.

“Nevermind,” Nico said, leaning down. “It’s not important.”

She captured Nozomi’s lips with her own, and Nozomi made a happy little noise and leaned in eagerly. That had been the biggest surprise, honestly. Nico had expected Nozomi to be kind of coy. Tease Nico for being eager, but play fake hurt if Nico didn’t initiate. Instead, Nozomi was shamelessly hungry for affection, demanding kisses frequently and always quick to return any kisses that Nico gave her.

Some people might have been disappointed by that. After all, one of Nozomi’s charm points (other than her chest) was her playful and mysterious nature. Some people might have wished that she’d stayed like that, instead of turning into such a sap. But Nico was glad of it. She liked Nozomi like this. She liked kissing Nozomi, she liked Nozomi kissing her, and Nozomi being so open and insistent about her desire made it feel a little easier for Nico to be honest about her own feelings.

For example…

Nico pulled back slightly from the kiss, taking the chance to draw in a breath. “I love you,” she murmured, and she was rewarded with a blissful smile from Nozomi that looked spacey enough to match her messy hair.

Nico would have never expected it to be easy for those words to come from her lips. She’d expected that it would be hard, an arduous fight against her that she endured only as often as she had to in order to reassure Nozomi so that she didn’t start feeling lonely. But she found that saying them wasn’t hard at all. The words came easily and often, and just like now, she often followed them by kissing Nozomi, hungrily, passionately, slipping her hands into her hair and curling it into her fingers.

When she pulled back again, Nozomi was still smiling. “I love you too, Niccochi,” she said. “Happy Birthday.”

“You already said that earlier,” Nico said. “It was the first thing you said when you woke up.”

“I know,” Nozomi said. “But I wanted to say it again. This is the anniversary of one of my favourite events in history, after all. I’m so glad you were born, Niccochi.”

Nico felt a warmth welling up in her chest at that, trying not to blush. Jeez. Just how sappy could you get?

“Me too,” she said. “Imagine if the world didn’t get to see the world’s greatest idol in action. The whole industry might fall apart.”

“I don’t know about that,” Nozomi said. “It survived for years before you came along, didn’t it?”

“Well, maybe,” Nico conceded. “But it needs a shake up every now and then.”

“Mmhmm,” Nozomi said. “But I still think I love you more than all you other fans put together.”

This time there was no way Nico could stop herself blushing, covering her face with the arm that Nozomi wasn’t clinging to.

“How can you say stuff like that with a straight face?” she mumbled, as Nozomi laughed.

“Because it’s true,” Nozomi purred, reaching up and grabbing Nico’s wrist to pull her arm aside.

Nico glared at her, but there was no real anger in it, only sheepish embarrassment.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re flustered,” Nozomi teased, gently pushing Nico down onto the couch.

“It’s not nice to bully someone in their birthday,  you know,” Nico said.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Nozomi said softly, leaning down to capture Nico’s lips again.

Nozomi was a big softy. She was doting, affectionate, and even a little clingy. Nico loved every minute of it. Whenever Nozomi wanted to hold her, she couldn’t help but give in every time.

And she had no trouble making Nico’s birthday blissfully happy every year.

#love live #nozonico

[mooifyourecows]

moo there’s so much to share !!!

first of all, spotify wrapped is out and the amount of joy brought to me by looking at yours is unmatchable. ALSO i don’t use spotify so mine isn’t annual BUT i checked my apple music replay today and i think it is so telling so i will put some pictures! (also for top artists my fifth is matt maeson but i messed up my picture because i was in class and distracted)

also !! thanksgiving !! saw that you made your dinner high and i think that is so fun , and glad you didn’t get hurt or anything ! i’m so spacey already i can’t imagine cooking while inebriated (does inebriated work for things other than alcohol? would intoxicated be the right word? i’ve always thought of it as intoxicated as drunk and inebriated as high)

thanksgiving was super fun this year , and i also cooked thanksgiving dinner ! not all of it of course , but i helped with everything but the turkey and did a couple things myself ! made the casseroles and stuffing and made pumpkin cheesecake and the pie filling for the pumpkin pie ! then the other stuff we made , mashed potatoes , sweet potatoes , and brussel sprouts that i helped with all of and we also made pecan pie and cornbread stuffing and greens and stuffed mushrooms. the desserts we made were a tart with maple custard pecan crust and apple roses (left) pumpkin cheesecake (middle left) pecan pie (middle right) and pumpkin pie (right) super proud of them

and i forgot everything else i wanted to say but i am also doing very well in school !! lowest grade is 87 (and a 17 but i am working on it i just have a very big missing assignment) and i am looking into colleges and majors and what colleges are good for each major so hopefully i can find some cool places to look into more !

i hope you’re doing well and enjoying the beginning of the holiday season !!

Matt Maeson and Bon Iver = great taste

(I don't listen to enough of mitski or loona to be able to tell if that = great taste but i assume it does)

i think inebriated is mostly used for drunk but i get you 👉 though in my experience, cooking while drunk is more dangerous than cooking while high. when i'm drunk, my pain tolerance gets too high and i'm way too off center so i am pretty much guaranteed to burn or cut myself. usually burn. i think i've burned myself on the stove or oven every single time i've drunk cooked. and i usually don't realize how bad it is until the next day so that's no bueno! don't drink and cook, unless you are not using harmful tools or have the supervision of a sober person! meanwhile when i'm cooking while high, it just takes me like… double or triple the amount of time to complete tasks because i constantly forget what i'm supposed to be doing, or get so enraptured in what i'm doing that everything else fades away and I've been doing the same thing for an hour when it was supposed to only take ten minutes

EITHER WAY, this is me being a responsible adult: don't do drugs or drink alcohol and then do potentially dangerous things

your food looks delicious babe, im glad you had fun and had lots of yummy stuff to eat 🖤

Congrats on your good grades too! good luck looking for schools and majors but make sure you don't stress out too much about that stuff. it's totally natural and expected that you change your mind about what you want to do. nobody should have to make a decision about the rest of their life when they're just a teenager! don't be afraid to test things out first, go to school undeclared for a few years if you want, just to try out different courses and learn where your true passions lie! There are so many jobs and fields out there that you don't even KNOW about when you're a teenager but could discover from just experimenting with classes that interest you. so don't feel like you gotta pick something and then stick to it for the rest of your life! Change your mind a million times, I highly encourage it 🖤🎉

thank you for the cute pup pictures 🌈

[priscila-runs]

Setting Good Habits

When I first started running in seventh grade, the sport just clicked with me and my mind’s persistent desire for solitude. Long distance running was a safety which would let my mind wander, feel, and think very big thoughts without embarrassing myself for acting too spacey. It was comfort. Back then I could rely on my natural inclination towards running long-distances to keep me engaged, but as my teammates improved, raced, I stayed the same.

It's not in my nature to be competitive, but sometimes when I wonder what heights I could have reached with this wisdom back then, I feel tremendous regret. I needed groundedness and self-belief to let myself feel discomfort and unlock new levels. Regret serves nothing, though, because when I think of my young runner self, she enjoyed it. And that’s the thing about running for me. It can be so many different things: safety, entertainment, pleasure—and, now, groundedness and self-belief.

With no school framework to make my decisions for me now, I must swim through the muck myself. For example, timing myself, pacing myself, which shoes to get? Back then they bought us ASICS. Now, being able to afford to shop, my scope has widened considerably—it’s interesting how money affects vision this way—it opens your eyes (does this mean clarity, though, i definitely don’t think so). I personally prefer Nike, Mizuno, and especially Saucony because they are so straightforward. Brooks run small so I can never get comfortable in a pair, in addition to feeling too, idk, springy.Since hearing good things about Hoka I’m curious to try a pair for my long runs. I always thought running shoes have the ugliest colors, so loud. To keep my mind strong, I’ve been doing Nike workout mini videos and swimming here and there (it’s mostly drinking Coronas poolside, but that counts, right?). Yogurt and granola either for lunch or after dinner. Healthy eating is another important habit I am establishing.

#marathon training runner #marathon #running #running shoes

[suitcasescalling]

5 Miles, 13 Locks, 6 Hours

Have you ever heard of a “slow boat to China”? It was probably a narrowboat.

I’m not complaining, actually. I like the slower pace to just look around, observe the landscape, spot a heron or two, notice the shape of the bow waves. A narrowboat maxes out at about 4 mph. We’ve been going more like 1 or 2 mph, in part because ours is a maximum length (70’) boat and in part because we’re so brand new to this. So, lots of time to notice how the trees reflect in the still surface of the canal.

We’ve divided quite naturally into two teams. Jeff and Patricia are captain and first mate, respectively, and totally in charge of driving the boat. They’ve both got decades of sailing experience, which helps, though this behemoth handles differently than a sailboat. Ben and I are the lock jockeys, which means we’re the ones getting off the boat at every lock. Physically moving the gates and raising/lowering the panels that control the water.

The gates are heavy but well-designed. Sometimes we can move them with our arms, sometimes we have to back up to them and push with our butts/legs. The levers to raise and lower the water panels inside the gates are usually more work. Sometimes, just like the gates, they’re an easy winch (we have special winch handles for this work). Sometimes it takes a lot of back and arm power.

The massage career helps. The best force comes from your legs, not your arms. I change my stance almost instinctively now when I find myself needing more oomph from my legs to support my arms and back.

We had chilly and sunny weather yesterday, which was a gift. We all managed to even get a little sun on our faces without realizing it till we went out to dinner. Imagine, going to England in April and getting a tan!

While Ben and I work well as lock jockeys, 13 locks was way too many! One lock isn’t bad at all but the effort accumulates. I was tired and a little spacey by lock 13. We’ve only got 6 locks today and we’re already through them so I can relax a little.

I haven’t gotten to do as much walking on the towpath as I expected. Ben and I have walked the towpath when we suspected the locks weren’t very far apart but otherwise we’ve stayed on the boat.

It’s not quite the vacation I envisioned but since we’ve never actually done this before, it was unlikely to completely match my imagination.

My “single” bed is more like a bench with a mattress. I have to turn over completely in place because there is literally no room to move left or right. I’ve managed OK after the first night. The nights have been cold (30s) so that big fluffy comforter, which looked silly on such a narrow bed, has been just right.

“Narrow” is not wrong. We literally can’t pass each other in the passageways. Someone has to step into the nearest bathroom so the other can pass. It’s sort of the boat equivalent of driving those narrow country lanes.

We moored last night along a quiet stretch of the canal just past the pub where we had dinner. It was so lovely, so green, and so peaceful. That was much closer to what I imagined. It was a very peaceful night of sleep.

Today our goal is a marina in Stourbridge. It’s an “admin” afternoon. Fill up the boat water tanks. Laundry. Groceries. A bookstore if we can find one for Ben. A postbox for me for some postcards. A shower (really no point in showering every day on a boat to be honest) We have to decide where we’re going from here. The original plan was to motor into Birmingham but that requires *26* locks and … no. So we may be going back over the route we’ve already covered to try a new section of canal. That will be the conversation at dinner tonight.

I may be posting fewer pictures. After a while, one section of canal looks like another. One field of sheep / horses looks like another. But as I’m able, I’ll keep writing.

[alexcaldownapier]

Film Adaptation - Final Weeks (Extension)

It’s almost time for the crit and I’ve almost reached a sound lock. This will be a brief explanation of what I’ve been doing.

I made a score! My old piano teacher would be proud. I took a lot of inspiration from the minecraft soundtrack (almost ripping it off tbh). The melody is totally different, but I’ve used only keyboard and synth and even played in the same key as the song Minecraft. After a fun and funky evening of jamming, (the the help of Ben), I decided not to use the beat machine that Demelza lent me due to its sounds being very dancey and the more spacey vibe worked better for the melancholic tone of the film. I’m really happy with the final song, I didn’t have the time to create a full track but what I did make I’ve used in the sound design and I think it really works!

So, I got a picture lock from Tom on Thursday and I’ve been getting deep into the sound design. Tom’s edit is really tight. We had too much material for the 8 minutes so we had to cut some of the dialogue off of scene 1. This saddens me, but hey, it’s what’s needed. The flow of the conversation is less natural but the information/emotion is all there. Tom and Rowen went through the motivations for every cut and every line and found what could be lost and I think it really works. The film has a driving pace to it while still keeping the space when it’s needed. Aside from some extensive issues with the linking of the sound files where I had to enlist the help of Petros and Zoe to fix it all, I think I’ve managed to do a lot in the past few days. I didn’t have any time on Saturday as I had work, but by Sunday, I had a draft to send to Rowen. I haven’t been able to send it to him yet as I bounced it as an inexplicably large file, but I’m going to try again tomorrow when the screen academy opens up.

Due to the corrupted sound on Day 2, I had to spend a lot of time cleaning up the dialogue for the first scene. One of our lav mics (the one on Kayleigh) was recording independently so we still had that for sound, on top of the scratch audio from the camera. So, I scrubbed up the camera audio as much as possible - boosting the gain, cutting as close as possible to the dialogue and using a de-noiser on the tracks. I was syncing the lav files by hand and chopping them up for room tone as well. This still wasn’t excellent - Credence’s lines are clearly less full-bodied than Kayleigh’s. You could chalk this up to Kayleigh being our protagonist and we need to feel her dialogue more - but this is just reading into a technical mistake. Sometimes the curtains are blue just because the author forgot the word for turquoise. I think I’ve managed to scrub it up as much as possible. One line where I was unable to sync the lav mic for credence (it just seemed to always be slightly out of sync) I used some background noise to distract from the sub-par audio. There’s lots of electronic in-game sound-effects peppered through the background audio so I could use this to disguise some issues. 

Scene 2 was nice and simple, aside from some automation, using an EQ-ed version of the score to imply that it was playing through her headphones. This is a scene that, in my script, is a little underwhelming, but having seen Claire (our actress for Kayleigh) ‘s performance, it’s become one of my favourite scenes. The first rough draft that Tom made had this scene play out longer which I absolutely loved. It really highlighted the dysmorphia, sadness and confusion within Kayleigh’s character. Again this had to be cut for time and while I miss the extra space and breathing room in these first two scenes, the faster pace as dictated by the runtime, actually makes us focus on what’s important to the story and keeps the audience engaged while not losing the ideas in the story. 

Scene 3 was also a bit of a pain in terms of sound editing. The first half is made up of two main shots, one where we didn’t record sound as it was a long tracking shot and the other being a wide where Tom was unable to get in close with the boom. I’ve managed to scrape together footsteps and some sound for the movement of the trees. It’s not quite done but I’m getting there. I still need to make the atmos sound consistent and the lines clear.

Scene 4 was reasonably simple as it is a mostly silent scene. My tests had helped me work out what I was doing for the void atmos so this was quite quick to put together. I might still add in footsteps for this scene, maybe with a heavy reverb, but we’ll see. I’ve also used some chopped up atmos to add to the fast, disorienting editing as she scrolls through the characters. 

I have just received feedback from rowen for the bounced file. So good to get fresh ears on this and I’m going to work through the notes for the rest of this evening and tomorrow I will be doing a final mix of the film in one of the pro tools suites to hear it all properly over speakers. Peer’s working on the grade; Rowen’s on the last couple VFX shots. I’m feeling very happy with this whole project despite our small issues. I can’t wait to see everyone’s films during the crit. 

#film adaptation

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Omg omg omg I just saw that you do matchups for Inuyasha characters. If they’re still open, could I ask for one? A little about me: I’m a straight female, 22 years old, 5’6. I’m an Aries (though for some reason I don’t act like one at all. My friends all say I act more like an earth sign lol). I’m INFP personality type, pretty quiet at first, but I’m very loud and chaotic with my friends. I’m labeled “introvert” but when put in social settings I can talk just fine with people despite how awkward I might feel. Also one of the things everyone tells me if that I’m way too nice. Legit the type to treat all my friends for lunch bc I don’t want them wasting their money 🥲. I’m pretty chubby, legit my worst insecure is my body ugh. Ummmm I’m an English major graduate! I still don’t have a job but I’d love to work at a publishing company editing fiction novels one day. I love to write fiction as well, so many random ideas come to me throughout the day and I daydream at night about cute scenarios with my fav fictional characters 😭. Basically I’m just very creative and imaginative ig. Other than that, I also love to read, though I don’t read that often anymore after being in College. I’ve become a total procrastinator. And I have the worst sleep schedule—I sleep at 6am and I’m up at 7am to take my little brother to school, but I come back home to sleep until 2ish when I have to pick him up. I also have 2 dogs 🥺❤️. I think that’s about it. Thank you if you’re able to do this, but if not, no worries!

WOOOO!! I ship you with: Sesshomaru!

What would attract Sesshomaru to you would be your generous nature. He’d see you interact with Rin and others and admittedly, Sesshomaru would think your daft. He’s used to the world being cut-throat, and seeing someone so nice is wild to Lord Fluffy. 

I think that Sesshomaru would also have a soft spot for how adaptable you are; quiet with him and rambunctious with Jaken and Rin. Sesshomaru can appreciate someone who can sit in silence, but he also really, really loves how you are with his wards. ((It’s almost like he has a soft spot for them)) Sesshomaru would also love your mind; it takes a special person to write and edit, and he would like to sit and watch you work whenever you all would camped. ((Don’t call him out, he will deny it)). He would like the spacey look in your eyes as you daydream, and when you two are in a relationship, he would watch intently. Sesshomaru would probably ask about your thoughts. He loves to see the world from your point of view. 

One thing Sesshomaru would not stand for is any self depreciation. No sirrrreeee don’t try it. If you are with Lord Sesshomaru, you need self confidence. He’ll be patient, don’t worry. ;)

#Matchup #matchups #sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru #sesshomaru headcanon #inuyasha #inuyasha headcanons #inuyasha x reader

[hajimesh]

𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 — pro! oikawa / fem reader

after visiting oikawa's family, you both spend a relaxing weekend at an exclusive onsen—enjoying the warm bodies of water. but what starts as playful banter, turns into him reminding you why you love him and no one else.

⥅ word c. 2,273

⥅ warnings. brat/sub reader, brat tamer oikawa, intercrural + semi-public + water sex, degradation (mild), dumbification, daddy kink, pet names, aftercare

⥅ author n. my piece for the @bbthots-underground nsfw mini collab !! thank u @tsumue for literally giving me a plot to work with, u saved me<33 and @chibi-chanforever + @crescentsteel for taking the time to beta read ♡

dense layers of white snow coat the wooden rooftops, the sunlight reflecting on them which brightens your surroundings. you can’t help but marvel at the blinding sight before you, a breathtaking scene worthy of the title ‘winter wonderland’.

oikawa did warn you about how winters in japan are cold, but you weren’t expecting it to be this cold. thankfully, the warmth of the onsen wraps around you like a comforting blanket as you bask in its water. it’s in moments like these when you’re thankful for your boyfriend’s remarkable career and popularity, allowing you to enjoy most of the luxuries that are handed out to him on a silver platter.

a well-known onsen in the prefecture of iwate offered him a weekend getaway for two, and after spending the holidays with his family, the two of you agreed that you deserved a few days just for yourselves; to relax and enjoy each other’s company before he got busy again with his volleyball duties. the place is almost empty since you got snowed in after your first day, which stopped the usual flow of tourists, and save for the staff —who have been nothing but attentive to your needs and very respectful of your privacy— you and oikawa have the place all for yourselves.

your favorite part has to be the private rooms: spacey, indoor baths framed by glass windows that allow you to gaze at the dazzling white snow from your spot inside the water—the warm water soaking your skin and seeping through your pores, as it relaxes your tense muscles.

oikawa’s arms are wrapped around your waist, pressing his chest to your side and hiding his flushed face in your neck. his usually fluffy hair lies flat against his forehead thanks to the humidity in the air, and before you can think twice about it, your hand pushes it back—away from his handsome face. 

“this is nice, isn’t it?” he murmurs on the skin of your shoulder, placing a faint kiss on it.

you hum as your eyes switch from the falling snowflakes to his form, “i missed spending time just with you.”

a comfortable silence settles between the both of you, his breath fanning over your neck while your head rests on top of his.

“my family loves you,” he breaks the silence after a few minutes, “i think even more than they love me.”

you recall the way his family teased him, —all in good fun, of course— telling you that you still had time to escape and find someone better. so, after noticing the way he huffed out the words, it’s only natural you decide to play along with it. 

“and i love them more than i love you.”

his hold on you tightens, a low chuckle escapes his lips, making the hair on your body rise.

“we both know you don’t mean that,” his lips trace the sensitive skin of your neck, reaching your jaw and pressing a light kiss on it, “right, love?”

“mm, i don’t know. maybe i do.”

you feel his arms growing limp against you, a rush of coldness grazes your side as he moves away from your body. you’re about to complain when his hands grab you by your waist and turn you around so you can face him.

“say that again,” he challenges.

his usually relaxed face is gone, a stern look taking its place instead. but the faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips spurs you on all the more.

“i love your family more than i love you,” you say, and lift your chin in defiance, watching his eyes fire up at your reply.

before you can even imagine what’s going on through his mind, an involuntary shiver runs down your spine when his hands move upwards, his fingers grazing the skin of your breasts. 

“no, you don’t,” he states, his face leaning closer to yours, “and i’m going to tell you why since it seems like your dumb little brain is getting fogged up by the vapor.”

your breath hitches at his words, excitement running through your body as he looms above you.

“feel this?” he asks rhetorically, the pads of his thumbs rubbing circles on your nipples, “i don’t even have to touch your pussy to get you aroused. or am i wrong?”

you’re so lost in his eyes, the lustful look in them taking your breath away plus the sensation of his fingers tweaking your erect nipples, that you’re unable to think of a coherent answer.

he chuckles, releasing one of your nubs to caress your damp hair away from your face, “can’t even talk right now, huh? where did my brat go?”

your lips part, about to defend yourself, when he captures them with his. the kiss is messy, wet, his tongue immediately prodding between your lips in search of yours. a weak sigh leaves your mouth, his hand settling on the back of your head to keep you in place —to ensure your lips stay locked with his— while the other travels down your body until it reaches your throbbing clit.

he swallows down your squeal of surprise when his pointer and middle finger start massaging your clit in slow circles. if you had to describe his ministrations on you, you’d label them as thrilling and erotic; clouding even more your already hazy mind.

with a gentle bite on your lower lip, he finally pulls away from your mouth. but he’s still close enough for your breaths to overlap one another. you involuntarily buck your hips against his fingers, wanting —needing— more of his touch.

“patience, baby. i haven’t finished my explanation yet.”

oikawa takes a seat on one of the steps, the water reaching just below his waist, and proceeds to pull you between his legs. you try to sit down but he keeps your hips up, accommodating his erection between your thighs, so you place your hands on top of his to steady yourself.

“here’s another reason why you love me: no one pleases you like i do,” he accentuates his statement by thrusting up, cursing under his breath when your soft skin rubs against his length, “just as no one else can make me this hard, only you. is that what you wanted to hear?”

“tooru,” his name leaves your lips in a breathless way, your foggy mind filling with lewd images of him.

you can imagine his parted lips and the way his brown irises focus on you through half-lidded eyes, following every single one of your movements.

“yes, baby?” he coos and all you can do is whine. a twinge of tenderness swirls on his chest at how obvious it is that you’re enjoying it, “use your big girl words, sweetheart. i know this might be too much for you, but i need you to tell me how you feel.”

the head of his cock rubs between your thighs, grazing your slit slightly and providing you with a smidge of the pleasure you’re longing for.

“g-good, feels... so good.”

he stills for a moment, observing you closely while his hands cup your breasts, “now, can you tell me who do you love the most? or do i need to keep reminding you?”

before you can think of an answer, his thrusts suddenly pick up making your ass smack against his thighs as his fingers play with the soft flesh of your chest.

“tooru, i–”

the words die on your tongue at the sudden stimulation, your head rolling back and whimpering when his fingers give a harsh pinch to your hardened nipples.

“my dumb little baby, becoming stupid as soon as i play with your body,” he breathes out the words on the back of your neck, struggling to maintain his composure. your eyes cross at a particular thrust, at the same time his chest vibrates with his deep laugh, “that’s another reason why you love me. only i can get you to lose all coherent thoughts, making you my dumb little cumslut.”

a groan leaves your lips at the name, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you and filling your pussy with his thick cum.

“you crave it, always needy and wanting my cock inside your cunt,” he kisses your back, bending on top of you so he can hold you closer.

“i-i need you, please,” you turn your head to the side and your eyes meet his, “please, daddy.”

he stops as soon as the name rolls out of your tongue, a shiver running down his spine and making his cock throb between your thighs. he loves having you at his mercy, to see his cock-hungry baby begging for him.  

“what is it that you want, princess?”

“daddy’s cock,” your pouty lips look so enticing to him that he has to stop himself from shoving his length inside your mouth, “i n-need it so bad.”

“alright, since you’re finally starting to use your words.”

he releases his hold on you and makes you face him, climbing on his lap and wrapping your legs around his waist as the flushed tip of his cock grazes your folds.

“we can’t be too loud, okay?” he slowly eases himself inside of you, and a moan threatens to escape your mouth at the delicious stretch, “don’t want anyone to hear how gorgeous my princess sounds as she gets fucked. only i get to hear it,” he growls in your ear.

your jaw falls open, your eyes closing in pleasure when he finally bottoms out “ohh, daddy. s-so big.”

he hisses at the way your walls flutter around him. he lifts you up from his lap, leaving just the head of his cock inside, only to ram it back into you; and this time you can’t contain the moan that slips past your lips, slightly echoing in the room.

your eyes widen when you realize what you just did, looking into his stern gaze and knowing you’ve successfully pissed him off.

“what did i tell you?” he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and thrusting up, groaning in your ear, “you’re such a slut, wanting to let everyone know you’re getting off on my cock.”

his pace quickens, the feel of your pussy squeezing his cock prompting him to bite down on your shoulder, which earns him a cry of pain from you. he pulls you away from him, holding your jaw in a bruising grip as he looks straight into your eyes.

“i told you to be quiet, didn’t i?” he hisses, his brows furrowing and his harsh gaze making you clench around him, “look at you, a dumb bitch so cock-hungry that can’t even follow one simple order.”

your mouth opens in a silent scream when his cock hits your cervix, “d-daddy, ‘m so so sorry! i promise i’ll be good–”

“then shut up already.”

you try to stay quiet as he keeps reaching the right spots, the pleasure too overwhelming that you end up falling limp against him. his arms circle your waist and hold you close to his chest, thrusting up into your hole and making the water slosh around you. 

you’re thankful the staff gave you privacy, otherwise they’d be getting one hell of a show.

after maintaining the same pace for a couple of minutes, he slows down and allows himself to relax, resting his back on the stone and watching you bounce on top of him, the current position causing his pubic bone to brush against your clit.

you can’t help but dig your nails on the skin of his arms, whimpering when you realize your release is approaching alarmingly fast. you don’t have time to warn him of your impending orgasm before warmth fills your belly and extends through the rest of your body.

“shit— princess, hold still,” he groans as he watches you writhe on top of him, your walls fluttering around his girth and sending him towards his high as well.

warm spurts of cum fill your cunt, his hips jerking a few more times before he finally stills with his cock still buried inside of you. your pussy throbs around him, spasming and prolonging both of your highs. once you’ve both calmed down, he brushes your hair away from your face, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose and then capturing your lips in a delicate kiss. 

his large hands cradle your face once you break apart, his thumbs rubbing the skin of your cheeks comfortingly, “are you good, princess?” he coos, lifting your face so he can see you properly.

“just tired, wanna take a nap.”

he envelops you in a hug and lifts you up from his lap, a faint whimper escaping your mouth as he removes himself from your tender walls. he pulls you out of the water and immediately covers you with a towel, kissing your forehead before fetching one for himself. once you’re both fully covered in your bathrobes, he grabs your hand and starts making his way to your room with you right behind him, looking back at you every few seconds and noticing your eyelids getting droopy.

“let’s take a nap, baby. you did so good,” he guides you to the bed once you’re in the privacy of your room. he settles himself right next to you, squeezing you between his arms as tiredness takes over you.

it’s not until you’re finally asleep when he hears you mumble the words he had teased you with, making his heart swell in delight...

...and relieved to know you love him as much as he loves you.

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