#also inspired by marina's oh no

[ravens-two]

PAC: What's Beginning In Your Life?

This reading includes:

what's beginning in your life

what areas are being affected

synchronicities

The extended reading includes:

advice for this new phase of your life

what you should look out for

how to manifest these changes

Disclaimer: this is just for entertainment purposes, and as a pick-a-card reading it may not resonate for everyone.

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Pile 1

Queen of Wands, Chariot, Ace of Wands

"I know exactly what I want and who I wanna be" Oh no! - MARINA

what's beginning in your life

Pile 1, your life is getting full of fire! You're gaining confidence and passion for your life and work. You're working to overcome limitations and explore your limits, how far can you go, how much can you push? For some of you I see that this is actually related to exercise. Perhaps you're going to the gym to get in shape and test your own boundaries and inner strength. For others this is about work or school. You have a goal in mind and you're working towards it. You know that things won't just happen to you, they require work and sacrifice and you're willing to make it. I see that for a smaller number you this is specifically about turning a hobby into a career. This could be something that you're very passionate about, let's say that it's drawing for example, and you've always dreamed about doing it as career, but never had the opportunity. You're now seeing that you have more experience, more stability and perhaps an opportunity to make it work now.

You'll also be feeling more inspired. It can be literally when it comes to art or to your work. Solutions for work problems just seem to come to you more naturally for example. Or this can be more about the way you see life. Do you know how Ghibli movies romanticize life? That's the kind of vibe I get from this. Instead of seeing cooking dinner as a dull chore, you'll start seeing it as an opportunity to try new recipes and be creative - or an opportunity to show your friends/family how much you love them by cooking them a meal.

The other main thing that's changing is your confidence. You're no longer hiding behind masks. You have come to the realization that the best thing you can do - for yourself and others - is being yourself, so there's no use in pretending to be someone else. You are then cultivating the confidence you need to be a more genuine and vulnerable version of yourself. This is the key to confidence really. It's all about not being afraid of being vulnerable. You might actually want to read about anti-fragility it's a really interesting theory.

On the other side of this confidence there's also a bigger connection to your sexual side. You're becoming more comfortable in your sexuality and sexual expression. You're no longer as bothered about people's perception about you and so you don't mind wearing the clothes that really make you feel good, for example. I also see you becoming more flirty and confident in your social interactions.

most affected areas of your life:

work, career, school, motivation, drive, hobbies, self-confidence

synchronicities: peacock feathers, champagne, bubbles, satin, cats, blue and green, 444, clouds, clover, Leo

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Pile 2

Moon, Fool, Three of Wands

"You don't have to be like everybody else/ You don't have to fit into the norm/ You are not here to conform" Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land - MARINA

what's beginning in your life

Hey pile 2! These lyrics from your song seem to really apply to your pile and your reading. You're someone that always has been a little different, always wanted different things and saw the world differently. Unfortunately, this isn't always that well received by the people around us, and so you've been trying to mold yourself into the person you think you're supposed to be. An oh pile 2 I'm feeling that a lot of you have this problem specifically when it comes to your parents. Did you choose your degree or job because it's what your parens wanted? You're very much a people pleaser, pile 2, but more in a sense that you do it to pacify the people around you. Well, the biggest change I see coming for you is that you're coming to the realization that you don't have to conform to what other people expect of you. Based on your circumstances this can be difficult in a multitude of ways, but believe me that you'll feel so much happier living a life that actually feels true to you.

Another thing that is beginning in your life is a period of exploration and better mental health. For those of you who struggle with their mental health or stress and anxieties, you're entering a better and more peaceful phase in your life. This time is going to be less stressful and you'll see a lot of improvement in your mental health. When it comes to exploration it ties in a bit with the last paragraph. I see you trying to get to know yourself better. This could be journaling, shadow work, trying new things, listening to new music, trying a new hobby, new relationships, etc. Basically you're starting a journey to find yourself. And to that I'll say that you'll only find yourself by diving deep within. You have to explore both the light and the dark and confront and accept both of these sides of you or this exploration will be superficial at best.

This could all be tied in for some of you, or for others only some parts may apply. Either way, I also see an exploration of spirituality. You might be religious or not, believe in the divine or not (there isn't a correct answer truthfully), but the reality is that spirituality is an important component of the human psyche. I think that you're asking yourself these hard questions. Does a god exist? Do I believe in the religion I grew up in? What happens after we die? What's our purpose here? What do I believe in? You might explore different religions or practices, like meditation or prayer for example. For some of you this will be an exploration of the esoteric as well. You might learn and try witchcraft, paganism or folk practices. In the end, this pile is all about self-exploration which is great honestly.

most affected areas of your life:

personal development, mental health, psychologically, self-esteem, spirituality

synchronicities: the sea, seam foam, Aphrodite, seashells, fantasy movies, blankets and rainy days, old cd's, bumblebees, wildflowers, Aquarius

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Pile 3

World, Two of Cups, Five of Swords

"Gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem/ Gimme good and pure, what you waiting for?" Blue - MARINA

what's beginning in your life

Pile 3 this is all about relationships and emotions. The first thing I'm getting is that you're reevaluating your relationships with others. Do the people around you love and respect you? Are these relationships fulfilling? Do people accept and respect your boundaries? And the other way around too. How are you in your relationships? Do you dedicate as much time and effort to these people/person as they do with you? Remember that it's always a two-way street. I feel like this might be motivated by a conflict in a close relationship that it will force you to reflect on these things. It might also be that you haven't been feeling that fulfilled in your relationships and it makes you want to investigate why this might be.

Another thing that you may be analyzing is if you should keep being friends with a certain person for example, even if your values/interests/lives are so different. What do you two get out of this relationship? It could be specifically about a relationship with a person that you've known for a long time, but now you two have changed so much that perhaps the relationship is slowly drifting apart.

With the Two of Cups here I do have to say that some of you might be getting into a new romantic relationship (or a partnership of some kind, including work). This could be someone that you met either recently or abroad and the people around you are a bit unsure about this person. They might think that this person is trying to steal you away, for some reason? Either way it feels that this new person is very different from the people currently in your life. For others of you, this could be more about reflecting what you want from a romantic relationship. Do you need it to be fulfilled? Are you happy in your current relationship? What do you think it's missing? What could you do to make it better?

Another thing that came up is that some of you might be traveling. For some reason I feel like this is a bigger stay, like spending weeks or months in another place and having to deal with the cultural differences that come with it. On the other hand, though, you also have to deal with the way that it will change you as well. When you get back you won't be exactly the same person that you were before. This time is really about finding people who get you, pile 3. I think that this will be the biggest conclusion for you.

most affected areas of your life: 

relationships, love life, partnerships, inner conflicts, goals

synchronicities: cherries, feathers, white roses, lions, 22:22, golden hour, tulips, weather vanes, cotton candy, linen, heart shaped sunglasses, Libra

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Pile 4

Eight of Swords, Four of Swords, Seven of Cups

"Life is a game that the universe plays/ We are the pieces in a puzzle called fate/ Life takes its  time in its own fashion/ Emotions unfold like a superbloom in action" Highly Emotional People - MARINA

what's beginning in your life

Hey pile 4! The first thing I'm seeing for you is realizing that a lot of the limitations that you see in yourself/your life were placed by you. What I mean is that you'll realize that some of the things that have been holding you back weren't anywhere else but in your head. I think that some of you specifically struggle with what other people think about you, you might even struggle with social anxiety. But that's the thing that's changing right, you're realizing that these things are in your head. It's your brain that puts these fears and limitations in place and they have no actual base in the "real world". I see that others of you are dealing with excessive daydreaming, procrastination, anxiety, fears, and imposter syndrome. No matter what you achieve you always believe that deep down you don't really deserve it. Again, these thought patterns are changing for the better. These things will stop holding you back as much as before. I stress the not as much as before, because these things don't disappear from one day to the other. You need to do a lot of continuous work to make these changes.

Your pile is quite similar to pile 2, especially because it's much more focused on your internal world. The things that are beginning in your life is a time of self-development and inner change. You're getting a better understanding of who you are. I see that some of you are working with your inner child specifically. You might be honoring the things that you wanted to do and be when you were child, this could even include watching and reading the movies and books you loved as a child. This effort to connect with your inner child will be both very healing and help to get you know yourself better.

One very specific message that I get for this pile is that I think that you guys are the daydreamers. You're always making up stories in your head, little scenarios as a form of escapism from the problems in the real world. This could even come from your childhood - hence the inner child work. The problem is that sometimes you become disenchanted with the real world and you would rather live in an imaginary world. What I believe is changing here is your relationship with your whimsy. You'll find a better balance between daydreaming and actually living. Not only that but you'll stop trying to escape what you're living and you'll actually become more integrated and living more in the moment and actually feeling things. You might also turn to art (or something else) to channel your imagination.

most affected areas of your life:

inner world, psychologically, self-development, personal changes, spirituality, inner change

synchronicities: Tolstoy, Tolkien, Chronicles of Narnia, ents, lions, yellow, gold, old books, moths, Ghibli Movies, moss, Pisces

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[starboybutler]

don't count on it

summary: buck can't sleep. bucky helps him out.

word count: 2675

warnings: period typical homophobia and homophobic attitudes, handjobs, brief objectification of women, brief talks of war, guys being dudes

notes: i began writing this before i watched mota yesterday so forgive me if anything seems out of character. this came to me in a dream at three am and i've been thinking about it since. this is also inspired by @precious-little-scoundrel so thank you for your lovely blog marina. i hope everyone enjoys!

his entire body radiated with a dull ache deep in his joints. as soon as his back hit the bed, his eyes drooped as if he’d fall asleep right then and there. and yet, he laid there, staring at the dull gray ceiling.

he always did this. he yearned to sleep, but as soon as the time to lay down came, he couldn't fall into a sound slumber. too many thoughts racing in his head, too much aching in his body– too much noise all around him. the hum of the rickety air conditioning, the faint mutters and laughs of his bunkmates as they brushed their teeth and got dressed for bed, his own breathing reverberating in his ears. it all was so mundane, but too overwhelming.

he shut his eyes, hoping sleep would just come to him. he tried to ignore it all– the sounds, the thoughts…but nothing. he was still awake.

the bed dipped next to him, and he didn’t even have to open his eyes to see who it was.

“finally outta the shower?” buck asked, hands tucked behind his head as he waited for a response. “you take forever in there. you're like a woman.”

“yeah yeah,” bucky dismissed, shoving buck playfully as he set his belongings down. “and you didn’t shower long at all. dunno how ya got anything clean in that time.”

“i’m very clean.” gale huffed, cracking one eye open. “i just don’t like showering with other people. i like my alone time.”

“uh huh. you just wanna be able to rub one out in there.”

gale sat up and shoved him, laughing in surprise at his friend's brazen words. it was always like this. bucky, being brazen and outgoing, all while buck watched from the sidelines. he liked it that way. he always felt a weird joy when bucky would tell random stories of reckless things he did in the past, or when he insisted on singing after a few drinks at the bar. he’d always say that he was a prude when he resisted his drunken tugging of his arm, trying to urge him on stage with him. buck never took it personally though– mainly because bucky was right. compared to most of the men he’d been around he was prude. he didn’t gamble, drink– hell, he didn't even have one night stands. many of the guys got drunk and went home with the first broad they saw, but buck didn’t feel anything towards the women who would brazenly grip at his arms and called him a stud. sure, he’s made out with a few of them– and almost made a mess of his uniform– but he never took them back to base. he didn't want to lose his purity like that. sure, he’d done plenty of heavy petting and dry humping, but he’s never went all the way with a girl before. it just didn't happen.

he got teased about it, sure, but he stuck by his guns. he didn't see the big deal in rushing to stick your cock into some random woman and then brag about it the next day. it all seemed very shallow to him. he was always told that sex is special– between two people with a strong, loving bond. and he held that close to his heart. he actually was planning to save himself for marriage– but when you're a hormonal teen…its a little hard to fight those primal feelings.

“oh please, i haven't done that since i got here.” buck said earnestly, laying back down and stretching out. “honestly, i haven't done that in almost a year.”

bucky laughed. “no way. i always joked about you bein’ a prude, y’know, but this is a little far.” he cracked. “where ya too busy? or are you actually that green?”

“i’m not green,” buck grumbled, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. “i jus’-- goddamn, i dunno. i wanna save myself, y’know. i try not to do it too often.”

“good god man, you didn't even go for it before you were here? you’re crazy.” egan snorted. “now you’re stuck ‘round all these guys.”

buck just shrugged, laying back down and sighing heavily. “oh well. what can ya do?”

it was quiet, for a moment. buck could feel that bucky was was there, but he was silent– like he was contemplating. buck opened one eye and gazed at him, confused at the way his lips were twitching.

“you…you really aren’t gonna…indulge in any ladies out here?” bucky said, softly, like he was ashamed of asking. “you’re gonna lose it, man. it’s only been a week and i already feel all pent up.”

buck felt his face heat up slightly at the implication that his friend was horny. he bit his lip, dragging his eyes away from his black-haired friend as he let those words soak in. “really?”

“yeah. i– it’s been a while for me too, actually. i didn't really think about how it’d only be us guys out here. shoulda got something before i came out here.”

despite buck’s stance on remaining celibate until his marriage, he strangely understood the other man. even though he hardly engaged in such things, he felt the tension in every room he walked in. everyone seemed taut, like a bowstring– waiting to snap. whenever they’d spar, workout, or shower, the air would be thick enough to cut with a knife. it was an unspoken thing– but everyone felt it. no one wanted to talk about it, because…well, what would that make them? they don't allow fairies in the force, that’s for sure. something so scandalous couldn't even be thought about, unless you wanted a good beat down by every other troop in sight.

“i dunno. i think the last time i did it left me satisfied for a while,” he lied, not wanting to admit that he had the same fire simmering, albeit dimly, in his belly. he never felt like this, so what the hell was his deal?

“bullshit,” bucky swore. “no way your fist leaves you satisfied for years to come. you need a woman, buck. one that’ll rock your world.”

“you know i’m savin’ myself.” buck hummed. “besides, hookin’ up with some random woman doesn't sound appealing.”

“you’re wrong, man.” bucky sighed, laying down next to buck and resting his head on his hands. “it’s magical. raw. primal. makes you feel like a real man.” he grunted, inhaling deeply. “hooked up with this one chick– god, she was gorgeous. eager to go down on me– and she gripped ‘round me so damn tight i thought she cut off my circulation. kept bouncin’ on me and talking about how big i was. goddamn.”

buck’s cheeks flushed at the words leaving his friends mouth. the way he spoke about the woman like she was a pastime or a hobby and not a person was surprising. he could see it, though, clear in his minds eye– a young lady, moaning and panting, bouncing eagerly on bucky’s thick cock, bucky panting and calling her a good girl–

he paused. why was he thinking about bucky so much? and why did it make his face flush even more?

“issat right,” buck mumbled, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach from his lewd imagination.

“uh huh. god– i dream about her all the damn time. what i’d give to be buried in her now.”

silence again. only this time, it felt more tense than the last. the vision that buck had– bucky’s cock, his breathless voice, his flushed face. it made him all hot, like no other girl had before. it scared him.

“you ever been with a girl? obviously not all the way– but at all?”

“of course i have.” buck said defensively. “i– i just…it was high school, maybe. real nice girl, real pretty. she came over to study, and we ended up making out. i was still kinda new to the whole….sex thing, so i told her no when she tried to go all the way. we did end up uh…. rubbin’ on each other though. felt nice.”

“and this was high school?” bucky asked. “and you haven’t been with a girl since?”

buck shook his head. bucky stared at him for a moment, something unreadable flashing in his eyes as he gazed at the blonde. “damn. no wonder you're so damn tense all the time.”

“i’m not tense.”

“you are. you’re always quiet– thinkin’. you never let loose. i bet if you got a handy you’d be as rowdy as the rest of us.”

“quit bein’ dirty.” buck tsked, smacking bucky’s chest lightly. “i don’t need a handy. i need some goddamn sleep.”

“i’m tellin’ ya man. you need to get laid.”

“i’ll smack ya if you say somethin’ pervy again.” buck promised, making bucky snicker softly.

it was quiet again. buck closed his eyes, but he felt as restless as earlier. moreso, even. he kept thinking about bucky’s last hookup, the way he described her, how tight she was. was she really tight? or was bucky just that big, like the girl said?

and there his mind went again. thinking about bucky. that wasn't normal. he needed to stop thinking about bucky and think about girls. like the girl he frotted with in his childhood bed- whatever her name was. the way she grabbed onto him, panted into his neck, shivering and shaking something awful as she came undone all over his slacks. he remembered being shocked at the gush, his cock still unbelievably hard down his thigh after two orgasms. he remembered how bad it hurt, being hard for so long. he wondered if being in a girl was better. he wondered if bucky’s cock stayed hard after he came inside that girl. no– stop. don’t think about the man right next to you. why did he keep–

“you’re breathin’ funny.” bucky observed.

“no i’m not.” buck argued, flustered at how his friend picked up on his heavier breathing. he prayed that he didn't look down and see his dick tenting in his sweats.

he must've. no. he did. his eyes trailed down the lean length of buck’s torso, landing on the large bulge under the fabric of his sweats.

“see what i mean?” bucky breathed, his voice lower in tone than normal. “you're so tense, buck,” he muttered, his hand moving from behind his head. “always so damn tense.”

buck swallowed hard as he felt bucky’s hand rest on his thigh, slowly inching upwards towards his aching cock. his breath stuttered, his face red-hot– but he didn't make a move to stop him. not at all.

bucky’s hand slid into his loose sweats, past the blonde curls, and gently grasped at his cock. buck inhaled sharply, his hand moving to grab bucky’s wrist in a moment of panic. bucky halted, looking up at buck tentatively.

oh, god.

“don't think,” bucky muttered, giving buck a soft squeeze. “jus’ lemme help, yeah? lemme get rid of that tension.”

buck let go slowly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. bucky’s hand gave him a curious squeeze, making buck grunt and rock his hips up into his grasp. slowly, hesitantly, bucky started to move his hand up and down his throbbing shaft.

“oh, god,” buck swore, his face flushed dark red as he felt his stomach clenching with each milking tug of bucky’s hand. he felt himself, dripping with precum all over his friends hand like a girl. he hardly began touching him, and he was already….

“close,” buck warned, his voice breathy and embarrassed as he started to pant softly. “oh, jesus–”

“no,” bucky grunted, pulling his hand away abruptly, much to buck’s dismay. before the blonde could even complain, bucky was straddling him and staring holes into his pretty blue eyes. “wanna see you.”

buck swore his face was radiating light at this point, and bucky’s gaze wasn't helping one bit. it was so hot and intensely desirous that buck thought he was going to get eaten alive.

bucky grasped the blonde’s cock again, giving it small, rhythmic squeezes as he stared into buck’s eyes, taking in how they were welling up with tears– and how his flushed face was beading with sweat. it was so different, so absolutely wildy hot that buck, ever stoic, was falling apart below him.

buck had never had someone look at him so hotly before– not even that girl back then. it was making him nervous, but also hot and needy. the thought that his friend wanted him carnally set a fire in his stomach and his heart.

he began pumping him slowly, twisting his wrist and squeezing, all with an expertise that shocked him a little. he could still hear the buzzing of the ac and the quiet conversations of the other troops as his mouth fell open, head falling into the plush pillows behind him.

bucky’s breathing was growing heavier. he could feel the other man’s heat as he used his thumb to swipe at his leaking slit, his breath catching as buck gasped beneath him. the blonde swore he felt a certain hardness poking at his thigh, but he didn't care at all right now. he needed to cum. he needed bucky to make him cum.

“say my name.” bucky demanded, his face flushed as he began jerking buck’s cock faster. “need to hear ya say my name when you cum.”

“bucky–”

“nah. louder.” he demanded, his own breath speeding up and becoming ragged as he stroked buck faster. “scream it. yell it. make sure all our boys know.”

“fuck–” buck whimpered, his cool, stoic demeanor completely gone as he bucked his hips up into his friends fist, moaning like a cheap whore. “b-bucky!”

“that’s it. fuck– no one can make you feel like this–” he panted, speeding up his ministrations. “can they, buck? i’m the only one. don’t– ngh- ever let me catch ya with anyone else. i’ll kill ‘em.”

“bucky,” buck whimpered, his stomach clenching one final time as his orgasm washed over him, a fire like he hadn't experienced in forever. his cock shot thickly over the front of bucky’s shirt, making the other man groan and bite his lip as his friend came apart. the way bucky was straddling him, stroking him through his orgasm, the faint sounds of his friends voices through the thin wall– oh, fuck.

he dissolved into pathetic little tremors and whines as he came down, his cock bubbling weakly at the tip. bucky was panting hard, his face red and eyes hungry as he gazed at the blonde. suddenly, buck was sure that there was a hardness prodding at him.

silence.

“you–” buck panted, reaching out to grasp bucky’s erection, only to be stopped. “wha–”

“don’t worry about me.” he mumbled. “fuck, everyone’s gonna be here soon. jus’--” he stuttered, clambering off of buck awkwardly, tucking him back into his sweats. “get some sleep, buck.”

buck was too tired to try and chase after him as he scrambled away. his body felt heavy as he closed his eyes, finally succumbing to sleep.

when he awoke, he went straight to the breakfast hall. he felt like last night was some fever dream he had cooked up in his fucked up mind.

he sat at a table near the window, graciously taking the coffee he was given. only a few minutes later, the chair in front of him had been filled by his friend.

it was dead silent. then, bucky finally spoke, his voice calm and steadier than buck expected.

“sleep good last night?”

buck’s face flushed slightly, but he nodded, his eyes not leaving his plate.

“good.” bucky hummed, leaning back in his chair. “got a mission. you right and ready to fly?”

“you know it.”

“that’s my boy.” bucky smiled, and buck hated that he got butterflies in his stomach from it. “i’ll see ya in the air. don’t fall asleep in the seat, y’hear me?”

buck smiled, taking a sip from his bittersweet coffee. “don’t count on it.”

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[vagabond-umlaut]

⁙ tv taught me how to feel; now real life has no appeal

jjk boys and men as k-drama boyfriend archetypes, ft. yuuji, suguru, megumi, kento, satoru and sukuna.

▸ seperate character x gn! reader headcanons and/or scenarios; 4.3k wc; use of gn! nicknames; fluff [the tooth-rotting, butterfly-inducing kind]; implied smut in case of suguru & sukuna; implied war in case of satoru.

▸ my shoulders are hurting from typing for so long, ow, ow, ow!!!! got the inspiration for this from so many posts floating on my dash and 'for you' page; though i'm pretty sure this kind of post has never been done before. ▸ also, the author [blehhh, that's me!] knows very little to almost nothing on the k-dramas quoted in the link used for reference [this], apart from what info's on the wiki page. so this piece of writing might bear similarities to the original k-drama plot; it might bear differences to it. please don't be mad or upset with me! 🥰 ▸ anyways, the title's from the song 'oh no!' by marina. neither the characters nor the image nor the divider used are mine. [the divider is by @benkeibear.] please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

itadori yuuji as 'the above-average country guy'

[c'mon, are you really surprised?]

the day you leave the city life for the tiny town your grandpa lives in, because your mom loses her job, you think that's exactly when everything good in your life reaches its end.

the school is far and you've got to walk to it; the students are weird and kind of old-fashioned; the town is sooo boring... ugh.

or was, before you meet the grandson of one of your grandpa's old friends. itadori yuuji - or yuuji-kun, as the boy insists you call him.

studying in the same year as you, your new friend acquaintance is nothing less than an angel, a pure beam of sunshine.

from greeting everyone - even you, the titled snob of the school - with a grin so wide, it dimples his cheeks;

to assisting those needing help - be it getting your cat off the tree or sharing the pretty heavy load of notebooks you are originally tasked to carry back to the class [while ignoring your protests the entire duration];

to accompanying you to the school and back home after one off-handed remark of yours of you missing travelling with your friends...

you're more than a little surprised, why's the supposed golden boy of the town being kind and friendly with a grump like you?

however... what's more surprising than his cordial manner with you is... as you spend more time in his company, you find the way you perceive the world changing, bit by bit.

the walk to school is no longer strenuous and dreaded, thanks to yuuji's constant chatter and not-so-funny-as-silly jokes.

your classmates too seem to be more open and welcoming of you, and you find yourself smiling more and more with them and slowly getting involved in many of their shenanigans. [gosh! who the hell ever said village people are boring? they're so freaking fun!]

and guess what? even the town slowly grows brighter in your eyes.

thanks to your best friend [yes, now you accept him as so] showing you so many 'awesome' places in the town!!

the ice cream shop which supposedly sells the best ice cream in the world [the claim isn't really wrong, you guess];

the scariest haunted mansion on the far end of the town [it isn't scary; but you don't tell him that. you act scared just so yuuji'll hold your hand throughout the tour];

the tallest tree in the woods nearby, perched on a branch of which, you can get a clear view of your idyllic little town below and of the tiny twinkling stars above [you fall in love with the spot the second you experience the sheer beauty of the sights from it].

[you reckon, your feelings for your companion too solidify into 'something more' the second you tear your eyes away from the visual feast before, to the boy beside, only to find his gaze not on the scenery but on you, a soft smile in place of his usual boisterous grin — yet you don't say anything.]

[not 'cause you feel insecure or worried, he might not return your affection; but 'cause you realize yuuji does. the look on his face tells you enough... that, and the way he silently asks for permission, shy gaze darting between your eyes and lips – a permission you're all too eager to grant with a nod and a meek smile of your own.]

geto suguru as 'the k-pop star'

attractiveness = 100. singing skills = 100. attitude = 0.

[or, maybe, 10. the group's visual - wtf is his name? oh, yes, sukuna. that guy's getting get a solid zero in this.] [anyways–]

the first time you meet geto is when you're accompanying your elder brother, satoru to the auditions.

you're simply standing there, trying to cheer your brother up before his number is called [he might appear to be unafraid but you know your nii-chan better than that], when a smooth voice interrupts you followed by a sharp angular face appearing with even sharper eyes, glancing at you for a beat before falling on satoru.

that's the first time you meet him and that's the last time you view him in a light which isn't tinted with hatred.

you reckon it begins the evening of the party celebrating satoru's selection into the band. [it isn't a big matter; kind of small, in fact, given it's just you, your brother, your best friend shoko and satoru's new teammates - bubbly haibara, serious nanami, irritating sukuna and fucking bastard geto.]

to be more precise, it begins the moment satoru dozes off after his fifth glass of beer [you wonder, how, being your brother, he is such a lightweight] and sukuna, sensing the sliver of opportunity, starts flirting with you — a situation, annoying, yes, but one you're more than capable of handling — if only not for that long-haired bastard 'new best friend' of your brother.

the said asshole strolls in with a condenscending smirk, saying how one must never go for someone like you, so plain and boring.

now, generally, you don't let other's opinions of you get to yourself, but when it's from a guy you might've got a mild crush on... it's so infuriating, you can really feel your blood boiling within your veins.

and to your greatest chagrin, you find your blood boiling so many more times in the future, you think it's a miracle you haven't turned into a pressure cooker yet.

from an informal get-together to a launch party to an award show, geto never fails to get under your skin. sometimes, it's a concealed smirk; sometimes, a fleeting touch; sometimes, a lilting whisper - and you're left, fuming and flustered.

yet, just like everything good and bad, this hatred of yours towards the leader of your brother's band too reaches an end — yet not the way you might have expected it to be – with an apology [certainly not by you, but to you] and a clinking of two wine glasses.

it reaches an end with the two of you in a dimly-lit corridor, away from the crowd of the party, your hands grabbing on geto's coat lapels for dear life while his hands roam over your back, leaving a scorching feeling in their wake.

a thought rushes to the forefront of your mind and you break the kiss, panting. geto's brows furrow a tad from behind his mussed up hair; silencing the voice calling him cute, you ask, "so what's next? hate sex?"

a bright blush floods into his cheeks, you observe, as he opens his mouth to answer, then falters. "hate sex?" he gapes at you, "why on earth would it be hate sex?"

"'cause you and i hate each other...?" the answer leaves you, less as a statement and more as a question; you watch geto take a second to let it sink in before a chuckle erupts from him. "oh, sweetheart," he croons, placing a warm palm on your cheek, "i don't hate you. i never have. what made you-"

"you once told sukuna i'm plain and boring, and that no one should date me," you cut him off, feeling irritated again. [what the hell? is he gaslighting you??]

a short beat passes, wherein you glare up at him while he simply peers down at you, before a contrite smile flits onto his lips. voice dropping to a mere whisper, he says, "i'm sorry i made you feel that way, but i swear, that wasn't my intention. i was simply lying to get sukuna off your back. i was scared he might get you to fall in love with him, before i ever got a chance. i'm so very sorry."

this time, a long beat passes and ultimately, a loud whoosh of air leaves you.

you don't know whether it's the glimmer of sincerity in his feline eyes or your feelings for him which you've filed away for so long, which prompts you; whatever it is, you find yourself saying, "hmph, okay. that's stupid in a twisted way, but still, okay. however..."

you narrow your eyes at him.

geto blinks back at you, attentive and patient.

you let the anger melt away a bit from your expression. "don't expect me to forgive you after a couple of sorry's. i need a lot more than them to forgive you entirely."

"and a lot more, i promise to give you, oh divine being from above," geto responds with a cheeky smile and a kiss to your knuckles, "starting with some real nice loving tonight."

you beam back at him - not upset but kind of happy, for the very first time in your life, with the flutters in your chest elicited by that your smooth bastard.

fushiguro megumi as 'the supportive co-worker'

[you might've seen a grumpy x sunshine couple; but have you ever seen a grumpy-and-sunshine person? no?? well, continue reading!]

first impression: rude.

the only response the boy gives you, when you greet your cute new co-worker at the coffee shop you just joined, is a nod. no name, no 'welcome', not even a single 'hi'. just. a. small. nod. [huh?]

second impression: quiet.

you strike out your 1st impression of fushiguro megumi [thank god, name tags exist; anyways-] with your 2nd impression of him.

a week or two after you join, yuuta and maki call you into the break room after your shift ends and ask if you can decorate the room, since it's toge's birthday today. they explain they want to help you, but with the sudden rush of the customers, it's nearly impossible to leave the counter.

being the polite person you're, you obviously say yes, without even considering for a beat, just how much you might have to decorate.

and this is where you form your second impression of megumi.

ten minutes might have passed since you started working, before the boy strolls into the room, the ever-present frown on his face, gives the room one long look and joins in decorating, wordlessly.

you're astonished, to say the least; yet you don't breathe a word in return.

some help is better than no help, and if we're being honest here, you're more than a bit pissed at the boy.

thus, this is the way the two of you continue working, silently, and before long, you find your work done, the room prettily decorated.

a smile on your face, you twist – to find megumi hurrying out the room, soon followed by your other two co-workers entering it, confusion etched on their faces.

"megumi didn't leave for his baseball practice yet?" yuuta inquires, gaze darting from the door to you. your brows furrow. "baseball?"

"yeah," maki hums, "the kid's got some important match tomorrow morning, because of which we did not even consider asking him for help. plus, with how reluctant he always is in these matters..."

"the boy always makes an excuse to worm his way out of these parties and stuff," finsihing for her with a chuckle, yuuta throws you a curious look. "did you ask him for help?"

"nope!" comes the instant reply from you. the two colleagues share a knowing smile between them, you observe - however, before you get a second to process it, both of them sling an arm around your shoulders and thanking you for your efforts, drag you to the front of the now-empty coffee shop, where you see nobara and yuuji enter, carrying a large rectangular box.

a call of your name breaks your focus on the bickering duo and you turn to find yuuta smiling down at you. "megumi is actually a sweet boy, deep inside. give him a chance, please."

"more like a sweet coward," maki pipes in from the other side with a grin, "but, yeah, giving him a chance won't hurt you."

at that point of time, you wonder why the fuck your two seniors are blabbering this nonsense to you — yet now...

after weeks during which you silently watch the boy open up to you, first with a smile to you greeting him [you initially don't want to talk to him, but something the other two said leaves a mark and you find yourself treating him the same way you treat others]...

... which slowly grows into a smile and a question on your day, which grows into a smile, a question and lessons for the bumbling newbie you, on the ins-and-outs of working in a café, often paired with a pretty long, refreshing conversation...

... which slowly but steadily furthers beyond the confines of the coffee shop and your shared working hours...

..into now, the present moment, where you find megumi dressed to a tee, a shy smile on his lips and a lovely bouquet of roses in his hands, waiting to take you out on your first date—

yeah, now you realize why they were 'blabbering' to you that day, something you'll always be thankful to yuuta and maki for.

nanami kento as 'the hardworking entrepreneur'

your ken-chan has always been the best in your eyes.

the best in studies, the best in sports, the best neighbour, the best friend to you – one you're desperate to stay in touch with when you shift abroad for your higher studies.

time, however, is unforgiving and despite your wish, the weekly-thrice phone calls and emails dwindle down to weekly-once, then monthly-once, then to customary e-mails on special occasions like birthdays.

so, imagine your surprise [and joy, obviously] when one morning - a good eight years since you left for the states and a good month since you returned home - you open your laptop to find an e-mail from a nanami kento waiting in your inbox, the subject being 'let's meet up? :)'.

meet him, you do – except for the fact your ken-chan is no longer your ken-chan, yet is so much your ken-chan. [confusing, isn't it? you too feel really confused on meeting him after ages.]

the cute boy you knew has grown into a fine man - more than fine, if you're speaking the truth, given the way his facial features are sharper, shoulders broader, voice deeper – but with the same old personality as in high school.

frowning, solemn, no-nonsense – just, this time, your friend isn't discussing the science project but an idea to start a new company.

with him. the two of you. right from scratch.

you reckon you've never said 'yes' faster in your life!

and how can you not actually?

your ken-chan's genius has always awed you... and now that you're getting an opportunity to view it in all its glory, again, after so many years - how on earth can you not agree in an instant?

within a pretty short time [wow, efficient!], your company is set up and good to go; and you begin to witness a... not-really-new but... let's say, a better side of your friend.

kento has always been extremely sincere and hard-working since your school days together; yet now, as you watch him do overtime, day after day after day – inspite of his claimed vehement hatred for it – you realize the intensity of his dedication towards his work.

then, add to that, his communication skills.

utterly flawless.

you've worked with many amazing companies before and you're being unbiased here [no joke] but this man's got some insane skills in communication.

be it securing a deal with the clients or addressing a problem with the employees, there's nothing kento can't handle in perfect poise.

however, what steals the show for you, is neither of these but your ken-chan's golden heart.

the company goes through more than its fair share of troubles – yet, you don't see him, not even once, compromise with any ideals or ethics of his. be it with the clients, or with the employees, or with you - his company's co-founder whom he agrees to give a respectable exit, with a decent pay, when the company is passing a particularly rough patch – he never deviates an inch from his moral code.

needless to say, you deny his request firmly in an instant.

a decision you know you'll always be proud of – not for the fact the company is now one of the largest in the country and making huge profits regularly; it was a given the company will be successful with kento at it's head [the man says you deserve the equal amount of credit as him, but being who you are, you're wont to shush him; anyways-]

– but because you will never have forgiven yourself for abandoning an angel-like person like him in his time of need; something you deem kento never deserves after years of being a wonderful friend to you.

though... now, as you watch him approach you with a tiny smile and two bags of take-out for a late dinner [meetings, ugh]... you can't help but hope he'll become a friend plus someone else to you in the future...

'cause, after all, your ken-chan has always been the best in your eyes.

the best in studies, the best in sports, the best neighbour, the best friend, the best colleague - and the best person ever, you know you can entrust your heart to.

gojo satoru as 'the brave soldier'

[*sigh* where should i even begin...]

the first meeting the two of you have is less than ideal.

it's less of a meeting and more of a crash, to be honest — and i ain't even being metaphorical here.

you're on your morning jog for the day, smiling and listening to the song you're currently obsessed with, when out of thin air, a bicycle appears and comes careening down the slope you're at the base of, right into you — not giving you the time to react, or at the very least, process what the fuck just happened.

the deities above must have been pleased with you that day, you guess, 'cause you're discharged from the hospital with merely a wrist sprain and a few scratches on your arms and legs.

though... you reckon they must have been harbouring a grudge on you too... for if they aren't, why is the cause behind your injury such an annoying, obstinate, dumb manchild, hm?

a sigh leaves you, the umpteenth time in the last hour, as you limp back to your home. the whining from the broken bicycle beside you doesn't stop one bit.

"c'mon, sweetheart-" "don't call me that-" "fine, c'mon, babe-" "ew, don't call me that either-" "ooh, playing hard to get, are-" "fuck off!"

reaching an abrupt stop, you whirl on your feet, face contorted in a furious scowl. the stranger takes a step back from you, shrinking; you know you must school your features a bit, this is a public place for heaven's sake—

utterly uncaring, you begin, "listen, mister. i've been telling you for a good half an hour, from the hospital till now, that i don't wanna go on an apology date with you. it was an accident for fuck's sake," your voice grows louder with wilder hand gestures.

the man keeps staring at you in response, rooted to the spot. you don't even stop to breathe, "just say sorry for it and get on with your goddamn life. why the hell you ain't leaving me alone, man? don't you understand the meaning of 'no'? single word – n, o?"

a long beat passes in silence after your tirade, post which the man recedes, shrugging, with a mumbled apology and nothing more, leaving you confused and a little contrite(??).

whatever!

with time and tide and the woes and worries of your daily life, that odd little encounter slips to the back of your mind before it resurfaces, two years later, while you're posted in a foreign country.

"sweetheart!" the endearment rings through the military camp. the cameraman beside you stifles a shocked gasp; sharing a confused look with him, you send your interviewee a small smile before turning your gaze in search of the source of the noise.

the same white-haired goggles-wearing man from long before rushes tumbling down the dirt track, you watch, appalled, bringing unpleasant flashbacks to your mind, then stops, a good distance from you.

brows a tad pinched, you see him brush his bangs away from his forehead and open his mouth to speak; but another person beats him to it. you twist back to face your interviewee.

geto gives you a harmless grin. "aha! so you're the mystery person gojo here fell in love with, huh?" a series of indignant sputters and coughs sound from behind you, accompanied by giggles from next to you. you seriously consider elbowing yuuji.

the black-haired man, meanwhile, continues with a request, "hey, can you please rethink your decision of not wanting go on a date with him? please- it's just one date," he adds in a hurry when you open your mouth with a glare, his grin falling to a helpless look. you close your mouth, willing your glare to go away and return a neutral expression.

"satoru's my best friend and brother-in-arms but at times, at night especially, when he starts lamenting over how he scared you off... y'know, at those times, i just wanna kill him, frankly speaking," the man pleads guilty.

a sigh escapes you as you cast a glance at gojo, noting the poorly hidden apprehension in his eyes. yet another sigh escapes you-

"of course," yuuji's energetic voice pipes in.

you stamp his foot pretty hard; that idiot, undeterred, proceeds to rattle, "this person here too wouldn't shut up after that incident. on how one should be more polite, more considerate, more tolerant, more forgiving. even going as far as to say that one date would've been fine; it was just a date that, that poor man asked for— isn't it so?"

"really?" gojo's voice wafts over to your ears; you squeeze your eyes shut and open them, cheeks feeling awfully warm.

"yes," you grit out, pinning your alleged admirer down with a glare, which softens when you catch the spark of happiness in his eyes. you decide to relent.

"if the two of us survive this, let's go to that patisserie you were speaking of that day. how does this sound to you?"

said man rewards you a dazzling beam with a thumbs-up. "sounds like the perfect way to waltz into my heart, sweetness."

ryomen sukuna as 'the cold chaebol'

[c'mon, are you really surprised?]

utterly cold, utterly ruthless, utterly a monster – is what one might- nope! one 'will' call sukuna.

and they aren't really wrong, you muse as you watch the man in question talk business with two executives from another company, the latter looking one step away from fainting.

you muffle your expression beneath the guise of a cough, earning you two startled looks and a frown. a polite smile flits onto your lips as a soft apology leaves them, and you return to your silence–

which lasts till the second you step out of the room, accompanying the pair of men and one of them turns to you, sheer terror in his eyes.

"take this," he mumbles, pressing something into your palm; you look down to find it's a business card. forehead creasing into lines, you look back up at him.

the other man sighs. "listen, kid, that man sukuna ain't good news. before anything wrong happens, just quit this job and come to our company. we'll pay you well... okay, maybe not as well as they pay you here, but at the very least, an axe won't be hanging over your neck every minute of your working hours there."

you blink, then press the button to the elevator.

gratitude floods your expression. "thank you. i'll keep your words in mind," you say, bidding them goodbye.

the men give you a smile, then with one last petrified look at the closed doors of the ceo's room, file into the elevator and shut it in an instant, too scared to spend even a millisecond more here than what's required of them.

your secretarial smile burns away into a majestic scowl.

"again?"

you click your tongue, closing the doors you opened behind you and go and plop on the sofa. a sigh sounds from next to you, soon followed by the weight of a heavy head on your shoulder. "what do we do?"

"you're the boss here. you tell me."

sukuna makes a noise of disapproval in his throat before nestling a little closer to you. you open your arms a bit, oddly reminded of an overgrown kitten, then bite back your words. the teasing can be for later.

an annoyed grunt reaches you in response. "as the boss, i'm asking you. c'mon, tell me. what do we do?"

the answer arrives from your end within a fraction of an instant.

"we cut our ties with them, obviously," you say. "anyone who can be so insolent as to think they can steal me away from you can do just almost anything. too bold for my liking," you tsk.

"oh, you don't like someone bold, kitten?" a crimson eye opens at you, mischief shining in its depths. your nose wrinkles in distaste.

you shove him away. "firstly- ew, never call me kitten; secondly- careful, mr. ceo or people might think we're fucking."

a deep chuckle with an 'okay' are the only response sukuna gives you as he drags you close to himself and you let him; letting your thoughts too to drown you in them.

yeah, sukuna is the utterly cold, utterly ruthless, utterly monstrous person everyone makes him to be.

yet, what they overlook is that the man's got a leash, one held by the demure personal assistant always at his side–

the assistant being none other than 'you'.

the fearsome businessman's other half in every sense of the term except the fact the two of you have never shared a bed.

[though... you think... if you decide to listen to uraume's advice to get your shit together and make a move on their master – one whose gaze, you note, has been fixed on your lips for a duration too long now to be decent – you reckon the unfulfilled criterion will be fulfilled way before tomorrow.]

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[spacebarbarianweird]

Oh my goodness! No one in any fandom writes about chronic illness, it's inspired me for my own project. That being said, I never considered sharing conditions with my Tav, it seems cathartic.

I just imagine a Tief!Tav with hypermobility/EDS, how some of those weaknesses are strengths with the tadpole, and how they become hindrances when it's gone. I just gotta say I feel for them and how often they must dislocate parts of their tail.

Do you have any thoughts on it?

-@jaksfanficsaver

You know what a coincidence is? My IRL bestie @psychicdreamlandpizza knows everything about this syndrome! And she also plays as a Tiefling! And she've given me a lot of insights how EDS would affect our beloved little devils!

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Headcanons

Astarion x Tiefling Tav with EDS

First of all, you don't have darkvision.

Your impossible condition, so rare none of the medical scholars have ever seen anyone like you, affects your eyesight.

Of course, you are far from blind, but it is exhausting.

And your eyes look like two perfect black pools of darkness.

Astarion tells you they are like bottomless pits he wants to drown in.

Your body is flexible and you are a perfect rogue.

And a circus performer.

Though, you get traumas more often than your colleagues.

The blood clotting is getting worse with every year of your life, though, it's much easier to feed on you.

All veins are perfectly visible even though your skin tone is rather dark.

Astarion tip-toes around you, being afraid to hurt you.

You are a picky eater because many foods just make you nauseous.

But you have never let your condition restrain you.

You want to be an adventurer. You want to see the world.

You hoped the tadpole had fixed you but once the parasite was gone you were back to "normal".

You even offer Astarion to leave since you won't let him experience his freedom to the fullest.

He refuses.

"Darling, honestly, my condition is no less crippling - but you don't offer to break up".

Astarion becomes your eyes - he sees much better - and your "food tester". Somehow he has learned to predict whether "this particular strange fruit" is safe for you to eat.

But he never makes a big deal out of your syndrome.

He doesn't let you think you are weak or crippled or a burden.

You are you.

And he loves taking care of you.

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[tizzypizza]

AGENTS KPOP GIRL GROUP AU!

ruh roh! (<- original caption from like a year ago oh god this draft is old)

hi tumblr you’re my favorite so you get the thought process behind these

Captain 3

obviously 3 HAD to be the leader and founder. also since shes the oldest LOL for the rap battle bit alone i made her the main rapper. grungy tone cold flow scalding lyrics and hype as hell.. i don’t listen to kpop much but i guess like rap monster from bts? also dj sango just had to make her the main mixer. she’s over the shoulder of any producer with a death glare and she likes to freestyle dj and look for inspiring samples in her free time.

Agent 4

since the face of the group is basically the PR member getting invited out to places, agent 4’s always stepping up and representing the group with quick wit and loads of charisma. i wanted to make her the main dancer originally but i had to save something for neo LOL so i think main still works! doing most of the dancing at the front and hyping up neo

Agent 8

ok so i never got this far in my draft but i took inspo from marina being the vocalist of oth. agent 8 canonically likes poetry and whatnot so i feel like she’d do some singing to herself. she fits the flowey shape language of a singer i could stick her in a dress and drop her off at a jazz gig. Her importance across all the stories makes it make sense that she’d be lead vocal which is Important i think. also she just looks ethereal she deserves visual most visuals in kpop girl groups that i really like have her long hair and catlike features

Neo Agent 3

I just think the youngest getting center so they’re always visible is Nice. out of all of the agents only second to 4 i feel like neo gets out the most and would be a cypher cat (a breakdancer who does a lot of dancing in the midde of the circle/cypher). idk i just think itd be nice

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[iwanthermidnightz]

*excerpts below — but I highly recommend reading the full article in link above*

Hit Me Hard and Soft dunks us headfirst back into that universe, from the deepest wallows of depression to the exhaustion that comes with the world speculating about her every move. There are no arachnids where they shouldn’t be, but getting in touch with her darker side has Eilish finally feeling like herself again. “I feel like this album is me,” she says. “It’s not a character. It feels like the When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? version of me. It feels like my youth and who I was as a kid.”

Although 2019 felt like a whirlwind of madness at the time, she has found herself missing it. “It was the best time of my life,” she says. “This whole process has felt like I’m coming back to the girl that I was. I’ve been grieving her. I’ve been looking for her in everything, and it’s almost like she got drowned by the world and the media. I don’t remember when she went away.”

The title Hit Me Hard and Soft derives from a conversation she had with Finneas, when she mistakenly thought the name of a synth in Logic Pro was called Hit Me Hard and Soft. “I thought it was such a perfect encapsulation of what this album does,” she explains. “It’s an impossible request: You can’t be hit hard and soft. You can’t do anything hard and soft at the same time. I’m a pretty extremist person, and I really like when things are really intense physically, but I also love when things are very tender and sweet. I want two things at once. So I thought that was a really good way to describe me, and I love that it’s not possible.”

Eilish and Finneas call Hit Me Hard and Soft “an album-ass album.” It’s not a concept record, but it is a self-consciously cohesive set of songs, inspired by auteurist works from the past 15 years or so, like Coldplay’s Viva La Vida, Lana Del Rey’s Born to Die, Tyler, the Creator’s Goblin, Marina and the Diamonds’ Electra Heart, and Vince Staples’ Big Fish Theory.

“Lunch,” a complete 180 in both sound and subject content. It’s a sexy, bass-heavy banger where Eilish is crushing on a girl so hard she likens sex with her to devouring a meal. Finneas remembers playing this moment for Interscope and witnessing the team shift in their seats. “What’s funny about starting the album with [the opener] is that it is a total false promise,” he says. “If you’re remembering ‘What Was I Made For?’ and then you hear [it], you go, ‘Oh, OK. I understand this world.’ Then the drums come in [on “Lunch”], and it really is the kill-the-main-character-type beat. It’s like Drew Barrymore being in the first five minutes of Scream and then they kill her. You’re like, ‘They can’t kill Drew. Oh, my God, they killed Drew!’”

Eilish and I spend a lot of time talking about the new era she is about to kick off, and how she’ll promote Hit Me Hard and Soft while prioritizing her mental health, privacy, and well-being. With all of that in mind, I wonder if she’s ready for journalists to pepper her with questions about the album’s subject matter, particularly the sexual nature of “Lunch.” “That song was actually part of what helped me become who I am, to be real,” Eilish says. “I wrote some of it before even doing anything with a girl, and then wrote the rest after. I’ve been in love with girls for my whole life, but I just didn’t understand — until, last year, I realized I wanted my face in a vagina. I was never planning on talking about my sexuality ever, in a million years. It’s really frustrating to me that it came up.”

Eilish is referring to her interview with Variety last fall, in which she mentioned she was attracted to women. The quote — “I’m attracted to them for real” — became a national headline. The following month, Eilish attended Variety’s Hitmakers event in L.A. While on the red carpet, she was asked if she intentionally came out in the story. “No, I didn’t,” she told them. “But I kind of thought, ‘Wasn’t it obvious?’” Eilish then posted about it on Instagram, with a caption that read, “Thanks Variety for my award and for also outing me on a red carpet at 11 a.m. instead of talking about anything else that matters. I like boys and girls leave me alone about it please literally who cares.”

Looking back, Eilish admits she overreacted with the Instagram post. “Who fucking cares?” she says. “The whole world suddenly decided who I was, and I didn’t get to say anything or control any of it. Nobody should be pressured into being one thing or the other, and I think that there’s a lot of wanting labels all over the place. Dude, I’ve known people that don’t know their sexuality, or feel comfortable with it, until they’re in their forties, fifties, sixties. It takes a while to find yourself, and I think it’s really unfair, the way that the internet bullies you into talking about who you are and what you are.”

As for that red-carpet quote that made all the headlines, Eilish says she tried to think of a response that would be entertaining for her fans and the internet. “I went into Billie Eilish interview mode, [like], ‘Oh, I don’t care. Yeah, I’ll say whatever. Wasn’t it obvious?’” she says. “And then afterwards I was like, ‘Wait. It wasn’t obvious to me.’”

Thinking about it now, she draws a bigger lesson from that moment. “I know everybody’s been thinking this about me for years and years, but I’m only figuring out myself now,” she says. “And honestly, what I said was funny, because I really was just saying what they’ve all been saying.” She adds that she liked the journalist she was talking to and didn’t want to be rude. But she still felt exploited. “Bro, I have asthma out here,” she says. “I fucking can’t take a breath.”

If Eilish had the opportunity to do it over again on the red carpet, she says, she wouldn’t have answered the question. But she acknowledges it could have been worse. “I’m lucky enough to be in a time when I’m able to say something like that and things go OK for me,” she says. “And that’s not how a lot of people’s experience is.”

Eilish has officially decided to make some changes to the way she presents herself to the world. “This album, to me, feels like a way to restart, in terms of my sharing,” she says. So let’s take a second to reintroduce Billie Eilish, the home-schooled bohemian who captured our attention as a teenager. She’s 22 now, yet she’s more self-aware than people twice her age. She would like some space to grow, to figure out exactly who she is — no label required. She is not the poster child for anything. And she is not, she’d like to note, a TED Talk speaker. So where does that leave us? Eilish sums things up with four simple words that point to her desire for normalcy and acceptance.

“I’m just a girl.”

#please read the whole article from this link #she really went there #billie eilish

[be-my-ally]

Hiiii! Do u have any recs?? 🫶🏽

oh gosh - absolutely!!

i really think she needs absolutely no recommending because you must have read pink scarf it’s like the da vinci code of elvis fics it’s everywhere and so it should be - but *just in case* @missmaywemeetagain ‘s pink scarf!! (and her new series broken glass.)

marina’s (@precious-little-scoundrel) sarge + lil mama series & sky high lovin’ - and ofc a whole man is hard to find if you want more plot!!!

@wanderingelvis the innocent reader series completely inspired me!! one of the BEST for that!!

@thatbanditqueen - norah’s one of the reigning QUEENs of big daddy imo, and no-one walks out is a masterpiece and so is the only sure thing!!

@butlersxbirdy who we have to thank for much of the big daddy elvis content!!

@elvisabutler - all of their writing is great but specifically the professor presley series and the new series spark!! both of them are fresh + different and wonderful.

@plasticfantasticl0ver - i mean all of them but esp, the ‘68 comeback special

@whositmcwhatsit ‘s an enjoyable side to oblivion series is so so good!!

@ellie-24 ‘s bde + assistant series is also a little bit plotty!!

it’s been taken down for editing atm but @from-memphis-with-love ‘s gambling on your love is fantastic! so when it gets reuploaded you’ll be in for a treat

@ab4eva ‘s fics but especially the time travelling tomorrow will be too late!!

@prompted-wordsmith's writing is so poetic and wonderful and I love their one-shots but also everything else!!

@emmymaehereeeeee - I really love the fluffy dad!elvis fics but also the sugar daddy series!!

@powerofelvis - all of them are fab, but I really really like aloha to my heart.

@crash-and-cure who also runs the @literally-just-elvis-fics acct and that is absolutely a goldmine!!!

@woundmetender - First something + Tempt by the hour are my top favs.

@headfullofpresley there's almost too many to recommend so honestly I would just work your way down their masterlist lol - it's all great!!

i’m positive i’ve left off someone i love and this is literally off the top of my head so I've also linked here where there was a little chain going around with author recs last month!!

#fic recs #fic rec!! #be-my-ally asks #be-my-ally answers #be my ally asks

[beesonhoneytoast]

FruBa Music Tastes Headcanons

a/n: been wanting to do this kind of post again for awhile now, and i finally got the inspiration to do it! enjoy! :3

🍙Tohru Honda🍙

A lot of lofi/instrumental stuff. Usually for when she’s cleaning or doing some chores around the house. Otherwise it’s Taylor Swift (don’t look at me! The Kyoru edits made me do it)

🐈Kyo Sohma🐈

To be honest I think he listens to whatever Tohru likes (god he’s hopelessly in love with her it’s pathetic)

🐀Yuki Sohma🐀

I honestly don’t know what Yuki would listen to, he’d probably have a little bit of everything?

👘Akito Sohma👘

Probably traditional Biwa music, idk. Akito is a tricky one.

🐕Shigure Sohma🐕

Like Kyo to Tohru, I feel like Shigure would listen to whatever Akito would like.

🐇Momiji Sohma🐇

Now from my chat with my Momiji bot on c.ai, it mentioned it liked Hozier. And I can see it to be honest. Hozier makes a lot of R&B and blues, and I can honestly see Momiji vibing with that. 

🐉Hatori Sohma🐉

Jazz. I don’t make the rules (but I do) mans likes his jazz cos he’s a very sophisticated guy. 

🐄Hatsuharu Sohma🐄

Metal. No elaboration will be made

❤️‍🩹Arisa Uotani❤️‍🩹

It’s a tie between either girl in red or Conan Gray. Perhaps both. Both is good.

🖤Saki Hanajima🖤

She listens to Phantom of the Opera on loop like me. No elaboration. Moving on. 

🐍Ayame Sohma🐍

Todrick Hall and any other queer musician that has walked the earth.

🐗Kagura Sohma🐗

Definitely listens to Vocaloid. Oh and those cutesy songs you find on playlists for relaxing. She scours the internet for every last song on them.

🐒Ritsu Sohma🐒

MY BABYYYYYY AGHHHHH

Now for those who haven’t read My Girl (which you definitely should), I stated that Ritsu is a girl in red fan. She also likes Taylor Swift, Halsey, and AURORA, though. Also Madonna and ABBA, Blondie, maybe Joan Jett when she’s feeling daring.

Def would apologize for her music taste if you don’t like it like no bby it’s okay 🥺🥺🥺

🐅Kisa Sohma🐅

Baby Shark /j

🐏Hiro Sohma🐏

Would sing Baby Shark with Kisa cos he loves her 🥹

🐎Rin/Isuzu Sohma🐎

Marina and the Diamonds, and also Mitski. 

🐓Kureno Sohma🐓

I feel like he listens to Michael Bublé. No reason why, he just does and that’s on my headcanon.

#fruits basket #fruits basket 2019 #tohru honda #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #shigure sohma #hatsuharu sohma #rin sohma #isuzu sohma #ritsu sohma #hiro sohma #kisa sohma #hatori sohma #arisa uotani #saki hanajima #kureno sohma #akito sohma #fruits basket headcanons #anime headcanons #music headcanons #my babies

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

Octopus up

Somethings bugging Marina.

Ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/53580643

Oneshot. Inspired by ‘The Mouse’ by AquaMarina (LittlePandemonium ). Full story under the cut.

Tap tap tap.

"Hmm? Oh, hey Marina.” Troy said.  Stingray’s tailless mermaid was hovering in the doorway to the standby lounge. “How’d the meeting go?" 

 Crab. UP. Surface immediately.

"…pardon?"

Crab, Marina 'said' again. Then, something Troy wasn’t sure quite what sign she was making.  Surface immediately. UP. Look.

The unknown sign again.

UP. Crab. up. Crab up. Not crab crab.

The unknown sign again.

 Up.

Captain or not, Troy was still confused. They'd taught Marina some of the WASP international diving symbols, to try and better understand her. It hadn't worked on land so far. Or so Troy had thought.

 UP UP UP, Marina signed, more urgently. Look.

He looked up. But he couldn’t see anything.

"What goes on, Marina?" Troy said. Then turned to the lieutenants for an answer. By now Atlanta, also on break, had also looked up from her magazine. And with a nudge, Phone's lifted his cap from over his eyes where he'd been dozing. Marina repeated what she’d said. But the NCOs both were as baffled as Troy.

“I thought Marina was supposed to be in a meeting with the commander? And the barrier reef preservation guy?” Phones said.

"I guess it’s finished early. But what did she say?" Troy asked. "That was 'crab', right? Any idea what she means?"

Atlanta and Phone exchanged just as confused looks.

“Crab. And squid?” Atlanta suggested. “I think it was squid.”

Marina hesitated. Made a so-so gesture. Then repeated, Squid. Squid UP. Crab. up. Crab up. Squid. UP. Look. Surface.

"Yeah, that’s squid, just the wrong hand. Squid, up?" Phones agreed. Marina nodded.

Atlanta asked, "Marina honey, what do you mean?"

Marina frowned. Thought about it. Then tried again, chucking in some charades and mines in.

"Looks like crab. Up?" Phones said. "You don’t mean Up like ‘foods up’? Crabsticks?”

Marina shook her head.

“Why would it be that?” Troy laughed.

“I thought Marina might have just seen what’s on the diner menu for today is all.” Phones defended. “You got any idea's skipper?"

Troy had to admit he didn’t.

UP. Look. Marina pointed again. When they looked there still wasn’t anything there. The guessing game continued.

“Err. Okay there’s an old movie called Up. Is that what you’re talking about? No, no not that.”

"Up. On the roof?”

"Or the sky? Something up in the sky?"

“Maybe it’s a cloud? Or a weird helicopter?”

Marina shook her head. Paused. This time when she said Up again, she raised her other hand. She looked at them. Looked at her hand. And put her hand flat above her head.

“Roof?”

“You said that ready. Upstairs?”

"Ceiling? Ceiling!”

“There’s a squid crab, on the ceiling?” Troy guessed.

Marina nodded relieved. Then frowned when Troy continued, "Marina, we don’t get squids on the ceiling. Or Crabs."

"We don’t. But they might." Phones quipped. "We don’t know what underwater pest control have to deal with!"

 Atlanta swatted at him with her magazine on the foot for that. (He shouldn’t have been propped up on the coffee table anyway.)

“Ow!”

Ceiling. Squid. Up. Marina insisted. Look!

“We’re not under the sea. There’s nothing there Marina. And we don’t need to worry about getting crabs. On the ceiling I mean.” Troy dismissed. Followed by a, "Hey!"

Marina had given up pointing and miming. And started pulling at Troy by the elbow, beckoning. They knew from experience she would give up that routine until followed.

"Okay, Okay I'm coming." Troy sighed, putting down his own magazine and grabbing his cap. Marina let go to allow him to get up then seized him again by his sleeve cuff.  "This better be something urgent though, Marina.”

The other two followed curiosity.

"So much for some quiet down time before the next patrols!" Phones chucked.

"Well, it has to be something.” Atlanta puzzled. “It’s not like Marina to make up stories, is it?"

“No, you’re right there, Atlanta.” Troy agreed.

“I believe her.” Phones nodded. “If Marina saw a squid or a crab, well then I guess we've a squid or crab in the building."

Up. Marina nodded. Squid Crab.

"Okay, I guess it may be worth investigating.” Troy said to the lieutenants. And to Marina still pulling him along at the wrist. “But I still don’t get what you mean by that. Slow down, you’re going to trip.”

“Or rip your shirt.” Atlanta sniffed.

But Marina hurried on. They were getting quite a few curious glances passing a few more offices and the other standby lounges.

“Anyone else feel kinda silly?” Troy grumbled as she took them down the stairs and through another corridor followed by more funny looks.

“I think we look like we’re going on a bear hunt.” Phones agreed. “Or a scooby doo bit.”

“At least it’s not a spooky ghost hunt then.” Atlanta replied.

“Maybe someone’s got a toy mascot on their desk or door. Is that it?” Troy guessed aloud. Marina shook her head.

“A poster?”  “One of the info videos?”  “Why would she be this worked up about those?”

“Where in the heck are you three trapsing off too?” someone else asked.

The gang paused. The guff tuff Commander Sam Shore had come out of a conference room they’d just passed. And was scowling up at them.

“To find a squid crab apparently, Sir.” Troy told him nonchalantly.

“Yeah. On the ceiling!” Phones added.

“What?” Sam said. 

Then leaning back in his chair, the Commander saw Marina was with them.

"Oh that! Marina, I told you not to worry about it.” the Commander dismissed. “Let housekeeping or a cleaner deal with it.”

Marina huffed. And even went so far as to scuff a webbed foot against the carpet, like someone might stomp their feet.

Not. No worries. Still there. Squid. Up. Look.

Troy Phones and Atlanta looked from one to another, and between Marina and the Commander, even more baffled.

“Why? Father, what is it?” Atlanta asked.

The commander only chuckled and turned back to his report.

“Go see what she’s found.” He said and waved them off. They didn’t get a chance to ask any further questions. Fisher came along to give the commander an urgent message. They went one way off together and Marina led them off the other other way, down another corridor.

“Alright so Marina was down here earlier in that conference room?” Troy said.

“I guess she and father would have come this way earlier rather than the stairs.” Atlanta agreed.

“Hence the roundabout route.”

“And then she saw a ‘crab’ or something.” Phones said. “And the commander saw it too?” Troy nodded, turning back to him.

“But the commander didn’t think much of it diDOFTH-!”

Marina suddenly skidded to a halt. She’d stopped in the hallway, between an auto-serve, the elevators, a row of plastic chairs and a water cooler. Very suddenly stopped. Causing the other three to also stop suddenly and sent them almost Bumping into one another.

“Ow. Again!”

“Sink me, you’ve both got sharp elbows!”

“A little warning would have been nice!”

Marina ignored them. She looked about and repeated her "Crab Squid" Routine. Then pressed the button to call the elevator to take them up, despite Phones pointing out they’d just come down the stairs. Troy folded his arms unimpressed now. And aware they might be blocking up the corridor.

“Marina what is this about? There’s nothing here!”

No Up! Look! Marina demanded. And this time pointed.

Troy rolled his eyes and glanced up at the ceiling.“Okay okaYAGH No no! Jumping Catfish nope!" Troy swore and leapt back aghast. Atlanta and Phones looked at him, very taken aback. And looked to where Marina was pointing. Then both Phones and Atlanta tried very hard not to laugh.

Squid. Up. Ceiling. look. Yes?

“Yes Marina. That’s, that’s up alright.” Atlanta tittered.

“Okay but That’s not a squid!” Troy scowled at her.

"No, It’s a spider Troy. Abie a big one." Phones said, helpfully.

"I know that! And Big? Look at the size of it Phones, its huge!”

"Nah, it's only a big as a house spider. I've seen bigger."

"Spoken like a true hick." Atlanta teased.

Crab? Not. Squid.

“No, not a squid.” Troy said. “Spider. SPI-DER.”

Marina looked at him blankly.

“Right. Of course, spelling it out to you is no good.” Troy face-palmed his own daft idea. “No wonder Marina was making no sense back there, huh?”

“Well now we’ve seen what she meant; I can sort of get where Marina was coming from?” Atlanta put in, miming with her fingers. “I mean spiders scuttle like crabs do. Just forward.”

“Ain’t they related anyway?” Phones asked.

“Probably.” Atlanta agreed. “Evolution wise it always comes back to crabs.”

Land Squid. Land crab.

“Yes, something like that Marina.”

 Up. ceiling look.

“We are looking.” Troy complained. “Marina, why'd you bring us out to see a darn spider?!”

Marina frowned, worried. Okay, Troy felt a bit bad for that.

“It didn’t bite you, did it?” he checked. Marina shook her head. “Well, I'm glad you’re okay then. But what gives?”

No. Squid. Not squid. Land. crab. Marina signed again. And pointed at her own feet and then held up her fingers.

“Eight feet?” Troy exchanged a look with Phones. “Or are you trying to say Eight legs?”

Land squid. Marina nodded, holding up eight fingers again. Eight legs. Squid Crab Up.

Atlanta frowned “but Marina honey you know squid have ten tentacles. and Crabs only have six legs-? OH! Wait.”

"I think we've had our signs mixed up.” Phones said catching on. “Earlier when we weren’t sure about the sign, did you mean ‘octopus’, Marina? Not squid?"

Marina nodded. Then signed Squid again but shaking her head.

Not Squid.

“Oh.”

“Eight legs, spider, octopus.”

“That makes more sense.” Phones said. The others agreed.

“They're the same sign but Octopus is like this,” Troy explained. “Use both hands. Grab your wrist with the other hand.”

Marina did as he demonstrated and nodded.

Octopus up ceiling look. she said, correcting herself. Not squid up.

“Octopus up.” Atlanta echoed.

Phones grinned. "Guess it’s a land- octopus then with its eight legs!"

“Four more than anything needs.” Troy complained.

“Aquanaut of the year and he’s scared of a little spider?" Phones mocked.

"It’s not little! And I’m not scared!” Troy insisted. Folding his arms he muttered. “They just give me the creeps, that’s all."

“Creeps!? you have a fake taxidermy angel fish mounted in our hallway as lamp!” Phones complained. “Creeps. That thing terrifies most people. and you’re nervous of this here itsy wincey octopus!”

“And After all the teasing you gave me for being scared of mice too!" Atlanta giggled. "Have you really not seen a spider before, Marina? You’ve been here a while now."

Marina nodded then shook her head. And after another round of charades:

"Not like that?" Phones guessed.  "Ah, not upside down or on ceilings. Just outside. And you’ve only seen little ones. Not Big."

"See?" Troy said. "Marina agrees it's huge!"

"I said she said big!” Phones translated at Marina's frown. “Besides, big furry ones like tarantulas are harmless.”

“Those are even worse!” Troy snapped. “And that-!” he pointed at the spider. “That's not furry. Look, Phones just get rid of it, would you?”

“Why me?” Phones complained. “It’s not doing any harm.”

“It could be poisonous!” Troy reasoned. Both lieutenants raised their eyebrows at him. “What? It could be. We’re not far from the California desert?”

Maria looked worried at that. Jellyfish. She signed.

“Ah no not jellyfish.” Phones said. “Troy, you’ll scare her!”

“Me?” Troy asked. “What did I do?”

“Well Marina’s walking around in bare feet and you just said it was poisonous.” Atlanta frowned.

“I said it Could be. It’s fine Marina. You’re down here and it’s up there. Just stay away.”

“We'll just leave it alone then?” Phones suggested.

“What and let someone else be possibly bitten?”

“Ah.”

Atlanta rolled her eyes and looked back up to the spider. “It could be, I suppose although it is rare. Is it brown or black? I can’t quite see it in this light.”

“I’m not sure.” Troy frowned up at it, then gave his best friend a nudge, “go on Phones.”

“Me? You’re the action hero!”

“I ain’t touching it!”

“Wimps.” Atlanta declared. She turned and pulled the chair over to underneath the spider. Then using the boys to balance Atlanta climbed up on the chair. The ceiling was in near touching distance if she put her arms up.

“Hand me a cup out that would you." She said. Marina did so, grabbing one from the water cooler, “We’ll just put it outside- Oh. Huh.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing.” Atlanta frowned. But her voice wobbled just the teeeeensiest bit. She looked from the cup to the spider and back again. “It’s … actually quite big now I'm up here. Bigger then a house spider.”

“See, what did I say!?”

“Let the lady get the bug in peace, skipper.”

“It’s an arachnid. Look I’ll get it. but then one of you two can deal with it.” Atlanta said and then turned back to them. “Oh, shoot actually, has someone got a piece of paper?”

There was a flurry of checking pockets. and both fellas pulled out their id cards.

“Here you go honey,” Troy said.  “Marina what is it?”

Marina shook her head. And was pointing up again. The others, Atlanta included, followed.

“Oh. Huh.” Phones echoed.

“Hey!”

“Where’d it go?”

In the split second where not one person had eyes on the spider, it had gone.

“Did anyone see Where it went?” Atlanta asked slowly. Troy shook his head.

“Atlanta? Get down real slowly.”

“It’s not on me, is it?!” Atlanta squawked. And twisted around so fast the chair wobbled. All three of the Stingray crew grabbed it steady.

“I thought you didn’t mind bugs?” Phones frowned.

“Yes, but not on me!”

Troy thankfully helped Atlanta down off the chair before either of them started to panic.

“Marina did you see where it went?” Phones tried. “Like on the floor? Or inside the auto serve?”

“If it did, I’m never getting coffee out of one of those things ever again!” Troy huffed.

Marina shook her head and shrugged at Phones.

But she pointed to the elevator doors.

Octopus Up.

“Yeah. Let’s go back upstairs.” Troy agreed. “I’ve had enough.”

“But the spider-?” Phones started.

“The commander's right. Let housekeeping or a cleaner deal with it.” Troy said. He had called the elevator and was holding the doors for his friends. Atlanta went in and pressed the floor number.  Marina hesitated then crossed the doorway. Followed by the guys.

Octopus Up.

“Yes, I get it.” Troy said. “What a day.”

“What a break time.” Atlanta complained, checking her watch and pressed the top floor button as well. “I better head straight to control. At least you three are still on standby.”

Octopus Up.

“Yeah, I know Marina.” Troy said exasperated as he followed. and the door closed. The system hummed and started to move. “We get the picture-!”

 Then Troy froze.

“Skipper?”

“Troy?”

The sound Troy made in response was unpleasant and slightly strangled. Troy had also gone very white. And quickly backed away from the middle of the elevator till he was right against the wall. Reaching past Atlanta, he then started Hammering the open-door button.

“Troy are you alright?”

“What goes?”

Octopus Up. Marina said again calmly.

Again, Phones and Atlanta looked where Marina pointed. The elevator maintenance hatch was ajar slightly. And beyond that covered in a crisscross of webs. Above their head, and much much closer this time, hanging from silk netting, something crawled out of the hatch. Several something’s. Several, eight legged somethings.

“That’s a lot of octopuses.” Phones agreed a tad more urgently.

“Octopi.” Atlanta corrected; her voice slightly strained. “I guess father didn’t see those ones earlier.”

“Did you Marina? Was that what you’ve been trying to tell us?”

Marina nodded.

octopus up ceiling up. Not. No worries. Still here. She said. Then jumped a good foot in the air as an alarm went off.

Well, they all did. Troy had hit the elevators stop button and was now forcing the doors apart.

“Troy! That’s for emergencies only!” Atlanta said.

“It’s only another floor up!”  Phones scolded.

“Nope! Not a chance. Suddenly I feel like another walk!” Troy insisted. “Box of spiders, give me a Mechanical fish any day!”

Marina stood confused looking between Troy and the spiders. Some even started crawling out of the hatch and along the ceiling like the first creature had. Or hanging upside down on strings of silvery threads. One dangled from a long web, quickly creeping and a crawling closer until it had dropped to be level with eyes. Marina put her hand out towards it, curious…Only to be pulled away by her more terrain wise friends.

“No, leave it Marina! We don’t know what species they are.” Phones said. “Come on, let's go. We’ll be stuck in here all day otherwise.”

Atlanta agreed, even if it was a stupid thing to do.

Troy jumped down out of the evaluator. Because of course he did. Then practically manhandled his team out of the box as they hurried out the elevator behind him. It was very lucky that the lifts were notoriously slow. Some design flaw that seemed to counterbalance the injector tubes breakneck speed. The elevator hadn’t gone far, only five feet or so. Climbing down wasn’t a big challenge, bar the indignity of sitting on the and shuffling down feet first through the gap to safely drop down.

Phones had the decency to stop and explain to a very confused ensign what was up with the elevator. Troy however practically bolted his way back up the stairs. While Atlanta went off to inform the commander about the infestation that had appeared right above their heads, the shipmates followed Troy. Troy had made it to the safety of the standby lounge and grabbed the radio.

“Hello maintenance? Security?” he said and was making demands down the line. “I don’t know, the cleaners. Well then who do I call about a swarm of huge spiders in the tower, International Rescue!?”

“Guess we’re getting pest control after all!” Phones joked to Marina. Followed by an “ow!” Troy had hit him with a rolled-up magazine.

“Hey now, that does it. Busting elevators, wanderings, bugs and now swattin’ me!? I'm going outside for a smoke!” Phones complained. He went on to the balcony and called back over his shoulder, “At least the spiders out here are naturally occurring!”

Troy made to flip him off. Then thought better of it. He didn’t want to be responsible for their mermaid learning the rude one-fingered gesture that defiantly wasn’t one of WASP international diving symbols.

“Marina, go give Atlanta her magazine, would you please?” Troy asked, pushing his weapon into her hands. Discarded his cap on the chair. “Hello operator- no I'm already holding. I'm trying to report a problem with the entire building!”

Marina nodded and went to leave. Then hesitated. She tap tap tapped her fingers on the door frame to get Troy’s attention again. When he glanced up at her Marina waved and then signed:

Down.

“What?”

 Down, she started. Octopus down. Not up. Surface immediately. Octopus down.

“Marina.” Troy interrupted. “Not to be rude, but I do not want to go and see any more spiders! Or land crabs, squids or otherwise thanks!”

Marina winced but sympathised. He seemed real upset. So, she agreed. Troy turned back to the radio.

And Marina left, deciding Troy wouldn’t want to hear about the octopus on his cap then.

#stingray 1964 #stingray fanfiction #my fanfiction #atlanta shore #marina #troy tempest #phones #thunderfam #arachnophobia #spider #octopus #oneshot #octopus up

[whiskeyswriting]

How To Be A Heartbreaker: Rule 1

😍Pairing: Ron “Slider” Kerner x Reader

🎶Song Inspiration: How to Be a Heartbreaker by Marina

💭Summary: During your time in the Navy, you learned how to heal the hearts of the aviators, as well as yours. You also broke your fair share of them. Now you teach your favorite instructor’s granddaughter on how to be a heartbreaker.

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol; Naval inaccuracies;

📝A/N: Goose is alive here! Reader’s call sign is Whiskey. Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Cover image and Slider banner created by yours truly (@mrsjaderogers) using Canva.

📝A/N2: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

Oh, sweet young love. Sitting back on the swing, you observed Viper’s granddaughter, Natasha, giving puppy love eyes to Bradley.

Bradley is a carbon copy of his father. For as much as a menace, he and Maverick are, you love Goose 'til there’s no tomorrow. They adopted you into their little family. Carole often had to fight with Goose and Mav to spend time with you.

“Natasha…” you call her over and pat the empty space next to you on the swing. “Come here.”

“Hi, Auntie Whiskey!” She runs to you with a big smile on her face. Upon reaching you, she gives you a tight hug. “You’re the best pilot! Even better than my g-pa!” She accommodates herself next to you. “I’m gonna be like you.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m boring… Hey. Did I see you trying to be friends with Bradley? He seems sweet.”

Her cheeks flush and she nods shyly. “Yeah but he don’t wanna be my friend.”

You shake your head dramatically. “Well, he’s dumb just like every boy. And let me tell you a secret… They never stop being dumb.”

Behind you, Goose and Wolfman chuckle as they know who you’re referring to.

“Speak of the devil,” Wolf whispers to Goose as Slider arrives at the party carrying two cases of beer.

“Mother Goose! Puppyman!” Slider calls out to them once he spots them. The two men had shifted to cover you from Slider’s view.

There was no denying at how your heart raced at hearing his voice. It had been a few years since graduating from Top Gun. The last time you saw him. The same day he broke your heart.

You play with Nat’s raven hair. “Now listen carefully. I’m going to give you a lesson.”

Rule 1: You gotta have fun, but, baby, when you're done, you gotta be the first to run.

It was a typical summer Sunday morning as you were running along the beach. You knew what tomorrow would bring and you needed every second of today to prepare for it.

Being an admiral’s daughter already painted a target on your back.

Being an admiral’s daughter and the only female to be in the 1986 class of Top Gun added flashing lights to that target.

You finish your run and head back to the housing provided to your family. You decide to head to The O Club to scope out your fellow classmates.

Dressed in your jeans and a low-cut, black tank top, you make your way through the club to get to the bar. Looking around you see that there are a lot of aviators in their dress whites.

You shake your head at the show that two of the aviators sing to the blonde across the bar from you. You smirk when you recognize who it was they were singing to. You remain quiet and say nothing. Oh, the surprise they’ll have tomorrow.

“That smirk tells me you know something I don’t,” the rich voice that accompanies the incredibly handsome and tall man says as he comes to stand next to you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You tell him.

“Of course. If you’re beautiful with a smirk, I can’t even imagine how much more beautiful you’ll be laughing all carefree,” he says with a wink. “I’m Lieutenant Ron Slider Kerner. But you can call me yours.” He extends his hand to you.

Gesturing to the bartender for a refill, you shake his hand. “Lieutenant? You’re in the Navy?”

“Naval Aviator. One of the best of the best,” you see his cocky smile return at his response.

“Oh, that’s cool… Are all… Is everyone here in the Navy?” You ask with a fake tone of naïveté.

“Only those in uniform. The rest are civilians… So tell me beautiful… What’s your name?”

“Actually… I’m Lie-“ Before you can finish telling him your name, a fellow aviator, a blonde with his sunglasses on, comes to collect your acquaintance, much to the disappointment of you both.

The next morning you’re getting ready and run into your neighbor as you’re both going to your cars.

“Hi, Charlie… Had fun being the center of attention last night?” You ask teasingly.

The blonde just gives you a look. “That was embarrassing but I’ll admit the pilot was cute.”

“Hmm. Let’s see how he reacts to seeing you today.”

“The same way a certain tall Lieutenant will react seeing you… I saw Kerner talking to you,” she says smirking.

You feel your cheeks flame and rush to your car seeing the time. “See you later!”

Upon your arrival at the base, you head to the locker room to put your belongings away and head to the classroom. Because of who your father is, you already met your instructors, Viper and Jester.

You made sure to sit behind the Lieutenant that tried to chat you up the night before. You smirk when his surprised eyes land on you and he removes his headphones. “You’re a pilot too!?”

“Yes sir…” you reply with a proud smile.

“There’s no way you’re really a pilot… She probably snuck onto the base and is faking it,” one of the other student pilots said.

“Big mistake my man,” you hear a familiar voice say.

When you turn, the first thing you spot it the cowboy hat. You then notice the wink and smile he gives you before you reach him for a hug. “Wolfe! I’ve missed you! Wood! You’re here too?”

“Let me tell you she’s as go-“ Wolfe starts but you don’t let him finish.

“It’s okay. They’ll learn,” Hollywood says winking at you.

The blonde pilot from the bar last night was smirking at the glare his RIO was giving the other pilot and RIO duo at their interactions with you.

Climbing down from your jet, you stretch your neck and shoulders as you head to clean up. Your father had taught you how to fly and the rules of naval aviation, yet you still had to prove your worth to your classmates.

Not ideal, that you got shot but you did last longer than your classmates and you didn’t break below the hard deck.

You’re done showering and are now gathering your things when you hear someone enter the women’s locker room.

“I knew pilots were a hot commodity but you Whiskey… You’re the best I’ve ever seen. And I’ve flown with Iceman for a few years now.”

“So you two will be my main competitors?”

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see… Maverick and Goose are also a pretty good team,” Slider says. “Don’t tell them I said that.”

You chuckle. “Life’s too short to make promises you can’t keep.”

“I like that,” he says moving closer to you. “How about you tell me about yourself over a dinner and a drink?”

Little did you know, and expect, that dinner and a drink would be the same thing that would break your heart when Ron told you that it may be best to go your own ways.

It was then that you remembered what he once said to the rest of the guys. “Flying and being a RIO will always be the love of my life. Nothing will ever compare to that joy.”

You were too stunned to say anything at first. All that you could think of both of you being deployed the next day. “I- If that’s what you wish for… Ron Kerner.”

He hated the way you called him by his first and last name. He was never Ron Kerner to you since you both started seeing each other. He was always Slider, Ronnie, honey, or dear to you.

Ron could read you like a book and he knew in this moment the pain you were in. But he also knew it wouldn’t be fair to string you along when he didn’t have any plans to settle down any time soon. So he does what he thinks is best and he runs.

“We had our fun Whiskey… So I’ll be on my way now. I have to get back to the base to get ready for deployment,” he says standing and kissing your forehead before he leaves.

Natasha giggles at your rule. “You run from boys?”

“Well sort of… I just mean… You have to do what you can to protect your heart. You’re a smart girl Nat. You’ll understand one day,” you say kissing the top of her head.

Once she ran back to her parents and Viper, you can’t help but fiddle with the large academy ring that still hung with your dog tags. Your mind begins to wander as you think of what might have been between the two of you in the past five years had Slider decided to stay and had you decided to fight for him to stay.

Wolfe noticed your sudden withdrawal. He also notices the moment Slider catches sight of you and how his world stops at seeing you with Nat.

If anyone asked him, he would deny loving to gossip with Carole and Goose. They all know the torch you and Slider still carry for each other. So he vowed to help you, unbeknownst to you.

While knowing he was in Slider’s vantage point, he goes to sit next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Goose and Carole are confused at first but then notice the look of murder Slider is giving Wolfe.

Goose calls Bradley over and conspires with the little boy, who would do anything for his favorite surrogate aunt.

Bradley runs to Slider and tugs on his pant legs. “Hi Uncle Slide… I’m supposed to make sure you let Uncle Wolfman and Aunt Whiskey sit together with me. I can’t sit with you and Uncle Ice.”

Bradley then runs back to you and discreetly gives Wolfe a high-five when you look up and catch sight of Slider.

He’s about to walk to you to say hi when his eyes fall to your dog tags and his world stopped at the sight of his class ring.

Could it be? Did you still harbor feelings for him? Could he get a chance again with you?

Before he could get answers to those questions, Carole and Charlie were dragging you away to sit with them.

“We have the weekend Slide… You’ll get your girl back,” Goose says as he comes up to his fellow RIO. “Just trust me and Wolfe.”

Ha! Last time he did that he ended up sharing a bunk bed with Bradley, who kicks in his sleep. But this time, when he allows his eyes to find you, he sees you already looking at him.

When it came to you, he knew his fellow Top Gun classmates would always take care of you. So, yes. This time he would trust Goose and Wolfe. He knew it mattered the most this time.

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#mrsjaderogerswrites #top gun fic #top gun #ron slider kerner #slider x reader #ron slider kerner x reader #top gun fandom

[aconflagrationofmyown]

How do you come up with character names? Where do you get your writing inspiration from? Is there something that you’ve posted now but were scared to first post when you wrote it? Do you have a favorite OC or universe of yours?

We miss you on here Marina!!! Xx

Oh what a fun ask, and thank you for dropping in during the drought. Life is still hectic and I’m sorry how long it’s taken me to reply.

-Names come from all places for me and usually they’re driven by my dumb little brain that associates certain names with certain sorts of people. Ever looked at someone and thought “you don’t look like a Bob”? Yeah, simple as that, so folks just have an aura given by their name almost, like it helped shape them. So for Rosey and Gigi and such, that was a drive to get names that were immersive in the time period and also caught their essence. I’m glad you think they work so well!

-Something i was scared to post?…I’m still a little terrified every time I drop a fic, just because I can’t seem to keep to simple themes or keep Elvis from being a little shit. He was/is such a wonderfully complex fella and I might as well be reading a dime store novel if it’s not got all of him in it, so I incorporate it all and then fear I’ve overdone it, often. But really? Two things, chapter nine (I think??) of A Whole Man had me bracing for impact and also the one shot Prima Nocta.

-The dearest universe or oc to me? Hmm, universe just might be Crawfever, i actually think i managed to do what I set out to do with the atmosphere and such and as a writer that’s a rare feeling. And as for a oc, it’s gotta be Elaine. I love all my gals and I love their kids that we’ve yet to meet but I’m entirely deluded into thinking that Elaine was real and I can’t wait for y’all to meet her more gritty, bonkers side that helped her stay married to the powerhouse that was Elvis Presley.

Thank you for the ask, sweet anon! This was so fun to give some thought to. Xoxo

#love notes #asks #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley

[doodlesfromthebird]

Hi, Canary! It's really nice to see you back. You've been one of my favorite internet artists since I found your work a few years ago, and I really admire your sense of character and costume design! I found you through KH, but I've since fallen in love with your original characters and story ideas, which are lovely. I was wondering if you had any advice for someone hoping to develop their own original characters and worlds. I've been trying to for a few years, but it still feels pretty daunting.

Hello!! Oh my goodness, thank you so much. I'm so glad! ^u^ I absolutely can give some pointers!

Here's a little guide with a few methods I've used to creating characters and developing the world they live in. I'm by no means a writer of any kind (I rarely create stories, and struggle with plot) but I am passionate about developing funky little dudes who live in your brain.

Designing a Character - Make a list. I somewhat recently compiled a document full of design elements, tropes, personality types, aesthetics I generally really liked to help build a small cast of characters I knew I’d have fun designing for. Think about your favorite characters in media and what you like about them! It could be a great jumping point to creating an OC you’re passionate about. That goes for relationship dynamics, too! 

Grab a handful of things from that list, 5 or 6 maybe, and there ya go!

- Make a moodboard. I’ve used this method to create characters based on A VIBE and building off that.

I’ve even figured out personalities just based on the “aesthetic text” I found associated with a color. Part of Cherri’s backstory and personality came forth simply because I kept finding Marina lyrics in pink. - Try using online dress up games! I used to use Dolldivine all the time to get creative. -  In addition to mood boarding, pinterest can also be a good resource for design inspiration with official concept art for movies/games and assets of those sort of dress-up games readily available. CocoPPa is a good example! [Let’s please respect the wishes of individual artists and either give credit when posting for inspiration or respect their wishes if they state not to repost their work at all.]  - In depth character creators in video games! Or simple ones! I’ve built up such an affection for even a few of my stardew valley farmers with their own personal bits of lore, they could probably be stand alone characters separate from the game at this point. Sometimes developing a character from an established setting can be a good base. Dig some of your old fan characters out of the closet, even!

Get to know your character

Getting to know your OC is one of my favorite parts of the process, and is something I find really important if you want to get attached to them. And you should!! The more these guys are on your brain, the more you start asking questions about them, and the more bigger details start to fall into place. - Go broad. Say you have the base concept of a character with their situation, their goal in life, their goal in the present moment, and the past/future that will effect them. What lies do they believe as truth? How has their childhood effected their habits and views? What's one secret they keep to no one but themselves? Who are the most influential people in their past and in their day to day life? - Go detailed. They're practically a roommate living rent free in your mind, so think about what a day in their life is like. Observe how they do small things. What are they eating for breakfast? How do they carry themselves when they walk? Nervous habits? What are they wearing to go to get quinoa from trader joes??? Detail what a few hours of what it'd be like to observe them, doing what they do every day and how they'd do it. - Give them an interview. Here's a blank bio sheet with a detailed list of questions that could be fun to fill out at your leisure! A lot of good questions to chew on. - Or quite literally give them an interview. Pretend they're sat down to answer some questions and think about how multiple characters would answer the same question. Do they overshare? Are they curt and to the point? Do they frequently lie and contradict themselves? What questions take them off guard? - Write about your own experiences. Giving characters traits and experiences you can speak from in a detailed  can really flesh them out as people and gives them that relatability. Even if they’re decidedly different from you as a whole, there’s that point of connection that anchors them to you.

Worldbuilding...ish

Developing a world is a little less easy for me to give advice on, as I’m very character oriented, so my worldbuilding is more of starting with the bigger picture and then filling in details that would affect the character directly, while some other things aren’t as fleshed out and water tight. (I’m working on it!) Some universes have more to them than others simply due to how much time I’ve spent with them over the years. But it’s important, a lot of fun, and gives all the more weight to the universe you’re developing.

- Research. If you’re like me and either have no writing experience or have difficulty pulling key world-building aspects from imagination, there’s a PLETHORA of resources to learn from, a lot of it free and on youtube, even. Make yourself a playlist, grab a notepad and sit yourself down to gather info, and map things out. If you’re, say, creating a country from scratch, look into places with a similar climate and how it affects what species live there. I’ve been researching dining etiquette and shipbuilding lately! It would be of great help to learn from writers as well, if you aren’t one yourself. There's A Lot of advice out there. - Ask cause and effect questions. I create a lot for the fantasy genre, so I get to ask questions like...”What does a world being shaped by the gods/guardians look like? How has their presence influenced the mortals they look after? Their culture, their customs, the way they communicate?  What’s the actual truth of ancient happenings and what has been passed down through a long, long game of telephone? What is the truth current day people believe about magic, technology and historical events? What kind of questions could you ask from the world you’re creating? -Appease your inner child. Think back on what captured your attention as a kid and how you experienced them through your eyes at the time. What sort of things did you feel experiencing your favorite games, movies or books that you can still tap into through a nostalgic lens? I feel incredibly attached to my The Spiral OC universe when I’m playing Legend of Zelda games, especially Wind Waker. The mood, the sense of adventure. The feeling of sailing the seas, the quietness of Windfall at night, the reverent silence when arriving at Hyrule frozen in time.  Those feelings have lent an atmosphere to the world I’d go on to create for myself, and still illicit a strong emotional response when I visualize aspects of it. the adventure, the monsters, the sweet and emotional tone, and the heaviness of ancient legend lost to time. - Immerse yourself in other people’s worlds. Get into a tabletop game podcast of your preferred genre! You’ve got high fantasy dnd, but there’s also plenty of sci-fi, modern fantasy, post-apocalyptic, and more. Listening to multiple people work together to build their world (sometimes as they go a long!) can really get that creative juice a-flowing.  Critical Role and The Adventure Zone are big ones, but I also recommend SkyJacks, Friends at the Table, Dimension 20, Dungeons and Daddies and JemJammer! Worldbuilding prompts/generators!  X X X I hope ANY of this was helpful, I’m happy to answer specific questions as well. 

#sorry for the delay in answering! #its my birthday go out and give ur OCs some love #INDULGE!! INDULGE I SAY #masterpost #character design #original character #text #letters to the bird

[marzipanandminutiae]

“You know the one where the girl freezes to death on the way to a ball” THE WHAT

Oh, have you never heard Fair Charlotte, or A Corpse Going To A Ball (1843)? I am aghast!

It's a folk song based on a poem by one Seba Smith, originally published in a Maine newspaper, that details the fatal folly of a young woman named Charlotte. She refuses to wrap up warmly for the sleigh-ride to a winter's ball and slowly freezes to death over the course of the song. It's fairly morbid- the text mentions Charlotte saying "I'm getting warmer now" after several miles of icy driving, suggesting some familiarity on the writer's part with the particulars of hypothermia -and a classic in folk music circles.

Also, you know. Heaping dose of misogyny there, with the whole Women Are So Vain That They'll Die To Look Good!!!!! thing.

(Fun fact: this poem inspired 1940s doll collectors to coin the term "Frozen Charlottes" for 19th-century all-bisque dolls, even though they were only called penny dolls or penny babies when new. This has given rise to all manner of myths about the nature and purpose of said dolls, all of which make me want to bang my head against a wall.)

I found slightly different doll-related inspiration in the text: I decided to costume my resin Enchanted Doll as a fanciful take on the unlucky Charlotte. Since the artist behind the doll, Marina Bychkova, is best known for elaborately-styled porcelain dolls and often draws inspiration from dark folklore, it seemed a fitting tribute.

#ask #anon #fair charlotte #frozen charlotte #folk songs #victorian

[the-force-awakens]

For the fic asks, 5, 29 for your Poe/Volya fics, and 37

!!! Ah, thank you!! *rubs my hands together gleefully* my time to shine, I love talking about these two

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

I feel like every single question I've ever wanted to be asked about Poe and Volya just like - flew right out of my head, lol. I contemplated something about their Force connection but I don't actually think I've included it yet in any of the fics I've posted to ao3, so I'm gonna go with something involving the "bad au" once again, cos it's something that jumped out to me when I was reading the tlj era fics back to back: the difference in when Poe and Volya both think something's changed between them, and why.

In my hand was the one you reached for, Poe mentions in his internal dialogue that something changed between them aboard the Raddus (which I think is reinforced in an earlier one-shot that @dameronalone wrote) during the events of tlj, but in the fic that's pretty much a direct sequel to that, if we got nothing we got us, which takes place from Volya's POV, she thinks that their relationship shifted after he made it back from Jakku and the Finalizer.

And I think that makes a lot of sense, 'cos although we definitely haven't touched on that specific era yet from Volya's POV yet, the days Poe is missing absolutely are what makes Voy in this verse realize just how much she loves him and just what she's been risking trying to hide that. Unfortunately, her crash course in "fuck I can't lose him, I love him too much for that and he doesn't even know it" gets a follow-up grade in tlj when they get put on separate transports during the evac to Crait....cos I'm. extremely evil.

And then of course, for Poe - they haven't really had the time to *stop* since he got back, until the Raddus, for better or worse (but mostly for worse), so I think that's the first stretch of time that he's actually had where he can notice something has changed for Volya that makes her a lot more open with her feelings than before, and ergo that their relationship has shifted because of it.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

I mean I have a couple of generalized poelya playlists already to be quite honest - their regular one, and one specifically for the aforementioned bad au. And one somewhere that's specifically songs I think Volya would put in a playlist that remind her of Poe.

But.....the two songs that are just simply put the most Volya/Poe to me, to the point that they could really fit any fic I've written for them, is About Love by Marina and Storm by Ruelle. Their relationship is (obviously) very much inspired by my big ole feelings for Poe, so Poe's pretty much the first/only person Volya's also had big ole feelings for, and I think these songs really capture the "oh shit this is my one exception and oh man what do i do with all these FEELINGS" that Volya constantly feels around him:

… Started in the strangest way Didn't see it coming Swept up in your hurricane Wouldn't give it up for nothing Now I'm all caught up in the highs and the lows It's a shock to my system I don't wanna run away so I stay [About Love]

&

I am caught off guard by you Like a wave I'm pulled into It's a feeling I can't fight Like a wildfire deep inside You're taking my heart by storm I'm lost in your love (lost in your love) I can't hold back any more I'm lost in your love (lost in your love) [Storm]

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Okay, my first thought was not actually a Star Wars fic - although there's definitely some fics of mine there that I wish got more traction, and it'd be nice if my poelya ones got a leetol more attention but I'm also not terribly bothered by that because hey I'm writing for myself and my friends and it's fun - it was a crossover Spidey/Moon Knight fic that I wrote in 2022.

Just...maybe not the crossover you were expecting. I had finished replaying Spider-Man PS4, I think, and I was like....this would work really well for a crossover with Moon Knight. It ended up being a blend of the television show and the early Mackay run before I quit reading. It definitely got a little bit of attention, but mostly just of folks wanting a continuation, which I had no plans for. But it's definitely still one of my favorite fics I've written - writing for Peter really is just so much fun.

fic writer asks?

#ask box #galacticwildfire #thanks!!! <333 #poelya #yeah if i had a nickel for every smartassy loyal self sacrificing proud nerd who's name starts with 'p' that i love writing for #i'd have two nickels #and i'm not unconvinced the first nickel isn't why i adore the second one so much lmao

[sebdoeswords]

you rb something from my art account and mentioned some marina, and not to be nosy but who the hell is that

oh boy, strap in for a loooong story. I was gonna answer this privately because i just know she can sniff her name out in a crowd and will come for me, but I saved it as a draft and because tumblr is such a marvel of technology now there's no option to answer privately anymore so 🙃 Gonna put this under a cut. Fandom drama ahead.

Basically Marina is a a user who has been involved in a lot of fandom drama (that she keeps starting). She ships Roche with Ciri, and I assume she's a monoshipper (or whatever you call the opposite of multiship) because she can't get it into her head that other people ship different things. She insists that Ciri is the one true partner for Roche, and has been going around harassing people who ship Roche with other characters, mostly Iorveth, because that's the most popular pairing for him, but I've also gotten some flak for shipping him with Geralt. On the other side she goes around to people who ship Ciri with other characters as well, most prominently whenever people have wlw ships for her (Marina is homophobic, it's clear from some of the asks she sends).

Lots of people are uncomfortable with Roche/Ciri (Or VernonCiri, as is the ship name she uses) because of the big age gap, and more specifically the fact that Ciri is only barely out of her teens (I've got some age gap ships myself, since that's just a thing that happens in a fandom with characters that reach supernaturally high ages, but where I get uncomfortable is when characters that aren't quite settled into adulthood are involved, and Ciri is shown throughout especially the third game to still be quite immature in a lot of aspects)

Anyway, this aversion some people show really grates on Marina, and she keeps insisting that people's refusal to ship something equals harassment and "throwing shit" at her ship, when really I've not seen many instances of people actually talking badly about her ship outside of trying to explain why they don't ship it.

Marina has a habit of stalking the tags of Roche and Ciri, as well as rorveth, cirys, vesiri, many of the ships she doesn't like, and then sending hate to the people who post things she doesn't like. I assume this is what happened on your art blog, since when i went down it and found the old ask she sent you, you'd posted a picture of Roche and Iorveth before that, and I think she just assumes it's ship art whenever those two are shown together, regardless of context. She'll often say things about ships not being canon (funnily enough neither is hers, but whatever), Roche or Ciri not being gay, or asking why X ship and not VernonCiri. She also keeps insisting that her ship is not pedophilia, which none of us ever claimed it was, so.

She's also sent explicit modded screenshots of her ships to people unprompted (and by explicit i mean nsfw), has taken credit for other people's mods, as well as plagiarised a friend of mine's edits by recreating the set of images exactly except with the models swapped out, with no mention of any "inspiration" or credit. Over on twitter she quote retweeted a fic summary i'd tweeted, copied the summary and swapped out the character names, then blocked me so I couldn't see, and when called out for it tried to claim that wasn't plagiarism and that I shouldn't take it so seriously.

This whole thing got to the point my friend made a callout post because there was just so much harassment going on across so many different throwaway blogs, anon messages, and even different platforms. If you want to see everything she's done (or did up to the point that post was made) here's a masterpost with all the receipts.

I've left out a huge chunk of happenings, but if you wanna know more, or want to chat, feel free to DM me. Also sorry you got involved in all of this 💀

#i'd love to say this is old news but she's been on an ask spree as recently as mid last month so #discourse tw #fandom drama tw

[janggtoco]

songs you associate your moots with?

okie anon. u didn't know this but you asked someone who takes their music recs very seriously so letsgetit (i only picked songs from my fave albums & liked songs playlist, nothing but the best for my favorite people)

@seokgyuu: dog days are over by florence + the machine - the reason i picked this for mitchie is bcs literally the WEEK maybe even the DAY we started regularly talking, i instantly felt less lonely and felt more ready to just. rebuild my life. and she gave me much more motivation and inspiration and i was just a much happier person to be on this app ;-; she's the reason i'm back to being my somewhat normal self.. i'm forever grateful for her love ;-;

leave all your loving and longing behind / you can't carry it with you if you want to survive / the dog days are over / can you hear the horses? / cause here they come

@seokmins: st. patrick by pvris but also lay me down by sam smith - i mean. obviously i had to pick the song that inspired the first chapter of my own series white noise.. but lay me down.. it's just the perfect calming song. i can't explain it but it's so elv-coded for me.. both of these are tbh. elv helps me forget the bad in my life and i hope i give her even just a fraction of the comfort and happiness she gives me ;-;

but please stay / cause i think you're a saint and i think you're an angel / i said you give me something to talk about that's not the shit in my head / you're a miracle

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told me not to cry when you're gone / but the feeling's too overwhelming it's much too strong / can i lay by your side? next to you / and make sure you're alright / i'll take care of you / and i don't want to be here if i can't be with you tonight

@bitchlessdino: bubblegum bitch by marina - nana just kind of own bubblegum pink in my mind right now (it's also perfect for her online theme for both of her blogs rn).. i don't think this song really embodies nana in any way other than her fierce alter ego that comes out when you wrong her or her loved ones. like she is queen electra heart what can i say!!

i'll chew you up and i'll spit you out / cause that's what young love is all about / so pull me closer and kiss me hard / i'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart

@bisexualgyu: intro/forgive me by chloe x halle but also mundo by iv of spades - listen. rhys has chloe x halle energy. don't fight me on this. like this whole album is lowkey her-coded deservedly so. and mundo is a little obvious (at least for her). she knows why <3

so forgive me, forgive me / i've been going too hard in your city / so forgive me cause i'm not teary / best believe i move onto better things

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limutin na ang mundo / nang magkasama tayo / sunod sa bawat galaw / hindi na maliligaw / mundo'y magiging ikaw

@97-liners: daddy lessons by beyoncé - picked this one just bcs it tells the trials and tribulations of growing up with a tough parent and ultimately loving them through all their flaws while also realizing the trauma they put you through. not to get deep but yeah skdjfs sorry to give you a country song jackie but at least it's beyonce 😭

tough girl is what i had to be / he said, "take care of your mother / watch out for your sister" / and oh, that's when he gave to me / with his gun, with his head held high / he told me not to cry / oh, my daddy said shoot

@gguksgalaxy: bitch, don't kill my vibe by kendrick lamar - just ready to be straight chillin'. tired of the drama. here for a good time with people who also won't cause too much drama. also just a straight up club banger lol.

i am a sinner / who's probably gonna sin again / lord forgive me / things i don't understand / sometimes i need to be alone / bitch don't kill my vibe / i can feel your energy from two planets away / i got my drink i got my music i would share it but today i'm yelling / bitch don't kill my vibe

@taeiltual: nights w u by tiffany day - just such a lovely feel good person that i love talking to and always brightens my day! this song is just bouncy and lovely just like bex in my mind <3 sdkfjs

but we don't got to talk about it / i just want to dance around / all night with you, you, you, you / cause i don't wanna feel the pressure / know that I'll be better when all my nights / are with you, you, you, you

#as always any moots i missed who want a song just send an ask~ #this was so fun i hope ya'll like your songs i tried to stay away from kpop skdfjsj #but i can do kpop too 🫶🏾 #anonymous #asks