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bp-zb1fics · 11 months

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No, it’s not lasik

pairing: matthew x foreign student reader

genre: university au on crack (same verse as a little crazy and sunbaenim), fluff, comedy

tw/tags: teen movie makeover matt ver., pls just google lasik, mattbin unfounded allegaytions, zb1/bp side characters for comedy, a lot of banter, matt not curing a lot is canon but reader does and it's contagious, yes i love descriptions, cha woongki iconic queen, yaebin another iconic queen, the rain is a paid actor, wet tshirts, kinda stripping, kissing, making out, matt's still a loser but we love him, hanbin bday fic spoiler lowkey

wc: 2200

summary: matthew decided to give himself a makeover during your summer break.

a/n this is dedicated to @seok02, she loves matt and uni aus so here's a bit of both, i did my best, hope you like it nina~

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It’s not on purpose. You just can’t stop staring. And before you can think, he’s staring back and you blurt it out.

“You’re blond.”

Matthew pauses as if he doesn’t know how to respond to that. You don’t blame him.

“Yes I am?”

You have no idea how to respond to this either.

When you and Matthew met as freshmen, he had a mop of brown hair that somewhat resembled a halfway bowl cut, chunky glasses that often slipped off his nose and a penchant for outfits that were at least 2 sizes bigger than his body. And you found him absolutely adorable. You also thought he was dating Sung Hanbin from the way he and the older boy seemed practically attached at the hip and their whole childhood friendship arc.

It was only towards the end of that year when you found out that he and Hanbin, in fact, did not like each other that way. And also Hanbin was someone else’s slightly manic boyfriend with his subtle psycho tendencies that you’ve had the absolute displeasure of witnessing. In your defence, he also got like that with Matthew sometimes so it’s not like your assumption was entirely baseless.

Now back to the situation at hand.

“So did you finally get lasik?”

“Uh, contacts? And I still have glasses, you know, just in case.”

You goggle at the trendy, wire-rimmed frames he’s holding in place of the thick, hipster ones he used to sport. Also, since when did Seok Matthew show his biceps and have they always been this large? Did someone burn his closet and replace all those oversized shirts and pants for muscle tees and straight jeans?

Maybe it’s just you but you feel the beginning of a headache trying to digest all…this. You narrow your eyes and let your exact thoughts at the moment run its course.

“Who the fuck are you and what have you done to Seok Matthew?

He sputters. Before he can answer, the door opens and Zhang Hao walks in. The senior stares at Matthew for a good ten seconds before producing a perfectly pleasant expression and saying.

“Oh Matthew, new haircut?”

Well, at least you’re not the only one. Now Matthew just looks sheepish.

“Something like that hyung.”

Chen Kuanjui follows shortly after Hao. Apparently his response to opening the door and getting jumpscared by Matthew’s new look is to freeze, eyes growing two sizes, spine arched, sort of like a cat who isn’t sure whether they’re actually in danger or it’s a prank. Several other members of the foreign student society arrive with varying degrees of reactions.

By the time Kamden slouches in, you’re almost expecting something other than his usual expression.

“Good morning,” he says to the whole group in general, eyes lazily wandering around the room before settling on Matthew. Like Hao, he takes a few good seconds to process. Then, he says.

“Matthew-ah, I don’t know what kind of drugs you were on when you decided to bleach your hair, get lasik and get dressed by some Kpop stylist but I want some of that.”

He sits down. Jay laughs. Nobody else does, probably because the only English speakers present at the moment are the four of you. Matthew sinks deeper into his seat, thoroughly flustered and bright red from all the unexpected comments.

“It’s contacts, not lasik” He mumbles, probably to Kamden. You decide now is the best time to avoid eye contact with everyone else in the room. Also, you don’t want to get caught staring at Matthew’s biceps as he flails frantically after nearly falling off his chair.

At least whatever the fuck happened over the summer didn’t come with an attitude change.

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“Soo, who talked you into this? Yaebin? She’s been wanting to burn your homeless clothes for ages.”

“Shut up,” Matthew passes you a spoon. “And they aren’t homeless clothes.”

After the foreign student society meeting finished up, you had a sudden craving for patbingsu and like the good friend he is, he offered to split with you.

“Mhmm, sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” You start digging into the shaved ice. Matthew snatches one of the rice cakes you were eyeing.

“Bitch, I wanted that.” You give him the most offended expression you can muster.

“Sucks to be you, I guess.” He still passes you another one. You eat it before he gets any sneaky ideas.

Later, he’s the one who’s looking at you betrayed.

“You went to Japan and you didn’t tell me?? Fake friend, what the fuck.”

“Excuse me, I said my family went to Japan while I was in Australia. I didn’t go with them, thank fuck, I needed some me time.”

“But still,” Great, now he’s pouting. “There’s like a ton of limited edition figures that I would like die to have.”

You swear your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. This absolute dork.

“Then you go to Japan, damn, sue me I guess.”

“Uhuh, with whose money though?”

“I mean now that you’re hot and everything, I heard models get to travel for shoots and stuff.”

“Wah, you think I’m hot?”

Dammit, you’ve been caught. Retreat. Retreat.

“I was joking, forgot that models were supposed to be tall.”

“...shut up.”

“He isn’t going to deny it, I guess.”

“I will eat all of these rice cakes.”

“Bitch, don’t you dare.”

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Once you’ve gotten over yourself and realised that Matthew is the same nerdy, disgustingly nice person that you know and love (and still kinda have a crush on, not like you’re planning to admit that anytime soon), it’s easy to fall back into your usual routines. Unfortunately, the rest of campus has not gotten over themselves like you have. It’s (really) annoying.

“Omo, is that Seok Matthew or did you finally get a hot boyfriend to walk you to class?”

You sigh. Cha Woongki was a delight to sit with most of the time but he can be a shade bit dramatic. He isn’t the only one. You’ve definitely spotted a bunch of the girls (and even a few guys) whispering and throwing glances when Matthew drops you off at your lecture room. It’s one of those little things the two of you do after figuring out which classes you have for the semester.

“It’s just Matthew.”

“Lock him up, omg. You need to stake your claim on those biceps before some other person gets their claws into him.”

“Please, I can't just do that.”

“Like it’s hard? He’s like halfway in love with you, honestly, all you have to do is put a hand on those muscles, bat your pretty little eyes and tell him these babies are yours and he’ll give them to you.”

Maybe you’d take this more seriously if Woongki hadn't just given a live demo of what he wanted you to do on the unfortunate person that decided to sit on his other side. Lee Jeonghyeon eyes you both nervously before shifting so there’s at least three seats between him and Woongki.

“He’s not in love with me.”

“And I don’t want to kiss Jeonghyeonie, go figure.”

Jeonghyeon stands up and moves to a different row. You sigh again.

When class ends, Matthew’s already waiting for you outside, shifting nervously as a group of girls linger nearby, giggling and glancing over at him

“How was class?”

“Kinda chill, seongsaengnim was more on doing practical work today so I didn’t lose as many brain cells, you?”

“I think my head might explode.”

“Yikes, that bad?”

“Yeah. Oh, by the way, we’re gonna drive out somewhere on the weekend, wanna come?”

“...You can’t drive though.”

“Sorry, I mean Hanbin-hyung is going to drive us, some kind of day trip thing, they’re still figuring out if we can do an overnight, maybe some camping, it’ll be fun.”

“Hmmm”

“You should go.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Eyyy, go already, come onnn.”

“.....”

“I’ll pay for food?”

“..Okay fine.”

“Nice! It’s going to be fun, I promise.”

Well, if Matthew looks that excited, you’re pretty sure it’s going to be fun. Honestly, you didn’t need that much convincing but you can’t keep caving every time he uses his sunshine smile like that. (you still do, though).

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Because Matthew agreed to pay for your food, you’re doing groceries together the day before the trip. By together, you mean Matthew pushes the cart and you pick out the goods and very occasionally you argue over the merits of a certain snack or whether you really need to bring that much alcohol for a potentially overnight trip. (you do)

Any good relationship friendship is all about compromise.

“You’re seriously making me broke this early in the sem?” He tells you once you get to check-out.

“You offered, no take backs.”

He pays for it anyway and insists on carrying most of the bags. No, you are not looking at the way his biceps are straining especially when his clumsy ass nearly faceplants as you walk out.

Of course that’s when it starts raining like hell froze over and decided to come at you. Both of you start laughing and swearing like absolute idiots and you make the cardinal mistake of looking Matthew in the eye.

Apparently getting hot over the summer means that he looks devastatingly Kdrama male lead attractive in the rain. His hair manages to maintain that wet look that happens to be showing forehead. Droplets of water dripping down his face and neck like the rain decided to be a paid actor when it made contact with his body. And his eyes crinkle and he’s smiling and you feel your heart drop into your ass and then levitate out of your body like it sprouted wings. Seriously, how can he look at you like that when you probably look like a drowned rat?

You’re tracking puddles as you reach his dorm room, shoving the wet plastic grocery bags to the side and grabbing towels.

“We gotta change.” Matthew notes. And with absolutely no warning, he begins to take off his shirt. You’re in hell.

First of all, today, of all days was when Matthew decided to wear a white shirt. Which means you are treated to a nearly transparent and downright illegal view of wet fabric plastered to the ripped muscles of his back, shoulder muscles moving as he tries to peel the shirt off. And you can’t even get started on his arms, they’ve been the bane of your existence for days. And because he’s an idiot, he’s actually struggling to get his shirt off, seconds dragging out your agony. He turns and you catch sight of his bare abs and your brain-to-mouth filter decides to unalive itself.

“Okayy, damn, I didn’t ask for a strip show.”

Matthew looks up and you’re suddenly struck by the horrible feeling that both of you know you’re checking him out. Maybe the rain got into his brain too because he proceeds to walk up to you, open his mouth and say the most unSeok Matthew thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“You know you like it.”

Dead silence. Maybe you’ve actually died because you can’t believe he just said that. Also you’re so sure you’re blushing because you’re being treated to a front-row view of how his wet shirt plasters against the outline of his abs and pecs. It’s kinda, really fucking unfair. Finally, you look up at him and muster the most unimpressed look you can because that line was so bad and he’s such a fucking dork but also you might as well shoot your shot.

“...Bitch, just kiss me already.”

Matthew kisses you already. It’s great. He somehow manages to be warm against you even though you’re both absolutely soaked. There’s a lot of free real estate to grab onto so you’ve finally got your hands on his biceps, squeezing them as he catches your bottom lip between his. He tastes faintly of mint and also those fruit popsicles you had earlier. His hands slide down to your sides, rolling up your wet shirt a little so he can thumb over your bare skin. Something hot explodes in your stomach as his lips press warm against your neck.

It’s really fucking hot except you’re both still wet and gross from the rain and Matthew nearly slips and gives both of you concussions. You burst out laughing as he apologises sheepishly.

“For the record,” You tell him later once you’re showered and dry and on his couch wearing his hoodie with your legs on his lap. “I liked you with those nerdy glasses even if you dressed like Seo Taji and Boys decided to make a comeback.”

“Yaebin said the same thing.” He pouted. “But you were all over that acting major last year and I thought he was your type.”

You choke. “Bak Doha? I went on like two dates with him and one of them was because Woongki dared me too. Second one was because he was actually a nice guy and I felt bad so I treated him out for chicken.”

“Eyyy, next time only treat me out for chicken.”

“...be glad I still find you cute.”

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ladymarycrawley · 1 year

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Astraphobia - John Stones

Request: can you write a fluff where you and john are just friends (but like each other) and you're over at his house to see movies maybe and when you are about to sleep (in different rooms) it starts to rain heavily and you are afraid so ask to stay with john until the rain stops and he obviously says yes (maybe you'll end up sleeping, you decide the ending).

Warning: fluff gone smut to quench my John need

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy @johnstonesfc @prideofpd

Astraphobia - an abnormal fear of thunder and lightning or an unwarranted fear of scattered and/or isolated thunderstorms.

That was movie night. You and John, your best friend, decided that a couple of days before and you were sure it would have been a good night, even though you didn't know what exactly would have made it a good one.

As you arrived at his house he welcomed you in his towel only, just out of the shower. That could have been something potentially dangerous as you recently ha become aware of the feelings you had for him which surpassed the ones you should have for a friend.

You gulped and tried not to let that heavenly vision affect you.

"Sorry, I just got back from training…you can order some take out if you want as I get dressed"

Do you really need to get dressed?

You nodded, hoping some other type of activity could have helped you but that sight was impossible to forget. Not even his boring account of that day, that stupid rom-com you had playing on Netflix could distract you.

He was such a good friend, you loved staying with him but that night you felt different towards him as if all the loving feelings he ignited in you came alive all of sudden, those feelings you tried so hard to suppress.

He can't be nothing more than a friend to me.

You couldn't stop staring at him, his lips were moving along, busy telling you about his day, then stop to ear some joke they said on the film and started laughing out loud.

He was so perfect.

The embarrassment came the moment he caught you staring at his lips.

"What? Do I have something on my lip?"

You shook your head, wanting nothing but run away from that room.

"I'm just trying to pay attention to what you’re saying"

"Really?" He knew better than you that wasn’t the case, you had something very different in mind than listening to whatever his mouth was saying.

"Yeah…"

You were really trying to pay attention to him to be fair, to what he was saying but staring at him was much more interesting.

What I'd give to kiss those lips, I bet they feel so soft and warm…

Without any warning, he kissed you, the softest kiss you've ever received.

Those lips were really made to be kissed.

The film on tv was long forgotten as you both had better things to do.

Suddenly a loud thunder from outside made you jump, breaking away from the kiss.

"What?"

"Oh it's raining"

"Yeah, it's something kinda typical of England, you know" He sassed, making you roll your eyes.

"The rain it's not a problem...I'm afraid of thunderstorms"

"Oh look at you" John cooed, hugging you closer to him. "I won't let those bad clouds do anything to you"

"Don't make fun of me" His arms wrapped around you were like the safest place you've ever been to, you belonged in there.

"I'm not! I'm just protecting you"

You looked at each other for a couple of seconds before John grabbed your chin started kissing you again, quite passionately this time.

"I - I think it's better if we go to bed" The fear he might forget have forgotten about it in the morning haunted you out of nowhere so you decided to stop kissing him. Better safe than sorry.

John looked at you kind of puzzled as he couldn't do anything but staring at you getting up from the sofa. It wasn’t clear what had gotten into you but he didn’t want to force you into something you might have regretted.

"Erm yeah…if that's what you want"

After wishing each other goodnight, you went straight to the guest room, ready to put yourself to sleep as another loud, jumpscaring thunder echoed through the house. You hated sleeping alone with that weather outside so you had no other option than to go asking John for help. That wouldn't have helped your case in the slightest but your fear was habing the upper hand.

He was a hard sleeper so he didn't notice you entering his room and getting into his bed at first, he only acknowledged it when he felt your cold fingers through the cotton sleeve of his white t-shirt that made him widen his eyes.

"Y/N?? What are you doing here?"

"I told you I'm scared of storms"

John sighed, sliding his arm around your back to let you cuddle closer to him.

"Can I kiss you?"

As an answer to your question, he attached his lips to yours as the kiss, that started as something innocent and sweet, like a cry for help, soon turned into something rather passionate, resulting into his body soon covering yours.

His broad back was there for you to finally touch it. God knows how many nights you thought about roaming your hands all over it, feeling his toned muscles under your touch. He was finally there and you could have lived your fantasy of touching him, for real now.

Fantasies are meanto to be real sooner or later, isn't?

When he lowered himself to kiss you, his hands firmly pressed at the sides of your head while yours were holding onto his shoulders, the movement to bend over to deepen the kiss made his back muscles tense even more, highlighting the perfection that was his body.

All of that caused you to let out a deep and breathy moan right into his ear, giving him goosebumps.

John himself had been thinking about having you like this, all needy and moaning under him, so many times. He wanted to have you by his side every day, to watch some trashy rom-com on the sofa while chewing on some sweets or making love to you in his king size bed as the rain outside kept on pouring against the windows.

"You have no idea how much I dreamed about this" He gasped against your forehead before kissing it.

"Neither do you" You smirked, moving your lips to the side to place a kiss on his inner wrist.

John smiled, truly grateful for the moment he was living, picking up the needy dance your lips and tongues were taking part in.

The Manchester City defender's hands travelled down your body, tracing the side of your boobs, the curve of your hips ending to linger on your thighs, tightening his grip around them to place them around his hips.

"You're so beautiful"

Those words nearly brought tears to your eyes: those words were something he would say to you but only in the fake scenarios your head wpuld play on and on and hearing him saying that in real life definitely hit different.

You sighed, trying to hide your shiny eyes with your hands. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss your fingertips.

"Before you say anything, I'm not crying" You said, in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

"I won't say anything, I didn't even notice it!" He lied as the reason why he did that sweet gesture with your hand was precisely because of that but he knew you wouldn't want him to see that.

"Don't lie, Stones"

"I never lie" He breathed out, keeping your knuckles against his pulpy lips.

"So you really think I'm beautiful?"

"I said I never lie so yeah, you are"

You blushed so hard the red tint on your cheek was visible even in the dark room.

"Thanks…you're handsome too"

"How hard was it to admit?" He asked cockily as you pushed him a little to the side.

"Don't act all cocky now, you know how hate it"

John giggled, the way you were acting all shy and a little bothered made him crazy, he was crazy for you.

He grabbed your face in his hands, squeezing it a little stronger to keep your jaw in place as he kissed you so passionately it made you beg for him to fuck you. He was just waiting for it and your needy praise made him jolt with excitement.

He dipped your body further into the mattress and gently started penetrating you. He stayed still for a moment, to make sure you were still okay with that so he could go forward.

You moved your hand between your legs, brushing your pussy right where your bodies became one and sighed, sighed so loudly he took it as an affirmative sign.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to let him fuck you deeply and to feel him closer at the same time.

God, having him inside of you felt so good, it was pure ecstasy.

The way his body was sinuously moving over yours was enough to drive you insane, you lost every speech or reasoning ability. Even spelling his name became something hard to do: moans and whines were the only sounds that could leave your throat, getting even louder when the profanities and deep moans that would leave his mouth resonated directly into your ear thanks to the close proximity of his face to yours. You were like entranced, each one of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge, making you feel like you've never felt before.

Your bodies were so close the sweat drops covering your foreheads mixed as you were now as one.

John got up from your body and kneeled between your legs, positioning them at his sides to fuck you deeper, sinking his hand on the soft skin of your thigh and then on your lower belly, to feel his cock thrusting into you.

You moaned his name louder, as if the whole world had to know how good he was making you feel. His thrusts got so deep he soon led you through your first orgasm which left you shaking and on cloud nine.

"Are you okay?" He asked you. When you opened your eyes to look at him you couldn't believe his perfection: he was there naked with his panting chest covered with some little sweat drops, as well as on his forehead. The urge to kiss him was more important than answering his question and that's what you did.

As your lips were pressing a long and passionate kiss to his, your hand reached for his member between his legs and started stroking it lazily, pressing your thumb pad on the tip. He moaned in the kiss, clearly loving what you were doing.

You gave each other a lot of pleasure and the fact that you finally admitted your feelings to each other after all that time made it even more pleasurable.

"I'm more than okay"

Your answer nade him smile, pressing your forehead against yours. He raised his hand to reach yours and intertwine your fingers: he was like measuring how big his hand was in comparison to yours and you loved it. You loved all of it so much.

That storm that frightened you that much wasn't that bad after all. Fairly, it could have lasted all night now that you were finally in the safest place ever.

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finn-m-corvex · 7 months

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Jaya Week 2023 Day 5: Dance

So guess what guys, we're now two days behind! Yippee! Gonna do my best to get caught up today, but we'll see what happens. This one was hard at first because I didn't have an idea, and then it hit me, and once I started I couldn't really stop. It was great! Although it did turn out a little spicier than I intended, but I guess that's just what I was in the mood to write today. Oh well! COLE AND VANIA ARE PLATONIC IN THIS BY THE WAY DO NOT TAG AS CONIA OR I WILL COMMIT UNSPEAKABLE ACTS!

Words: 2.3k

TWs: POSSIBLE underage alcohol consumption (I personally headcanon them to be around 21 by Master of the Mountain but just in case), alcohol mention, sex reference (NOTHING explicit but implied), making out, Jay in a suit and Nya in a dress appreciation

[REUPLOAD]

Jay shuffled from his spot in the corner of the large ballroom, watching as dozens of dancers paired up on the floor to perform a gracious waltz. The citizens of Shintaro were more graceful than most of the people he had seen in Ninjago, their alabaster skin shining in the lights of the grand chandelier hanging over their heads. It was the night after they had defeated the Skull Sorceror; Vania’s coronation would be the next morning.

The ballroom itself was beyond gorgeous, just like the rest of the Ivory City. Gold trim wrapped itself in intricate patterns across the walls, creeping up the pillars in the room like glimmering vines. Marble statues stood solemnly at attention in all four corners, each depicting an ancient war hero from Shintaro’s past. Vania had promised Cole to have a statue of his mother commissioned to sit in the grand hall. The floor had been freshly polished, and Jay knew that he would’ve been upset to see the dress shoes scuffing it up if he were one of the workers.

He swirled a glass of punch in his hands; he had promised Nya that he wouldn’t drink until later, not that Jay had been planning on getting wasted. Scanning the room with a careful eye, Jay quickly realized that he and Zane were the only team members in the room at the moment.

Where was everyone else?

Cole jumpscared him from behind, making Jay shout and almost spill his drink all over an older man. The blue ninja apologized profusely before glaring at his best friend.

“Was that really necessary?” Jay grumbled, putting his drink down on the table next to him.

“You know the answer to that,” Cole snickered, and Jay had to remind himself that he was in public. He couldn’t just tackle Cole and start an all-out brawl.

Jay sighed, turning to fully face the earth ninja. “Where did you run off to?”

Shrugging, Cole snatched up Jay’s discarded glass and took a swig. “Vania needed some help with something, why?”

“I haven’t seen Nya in a while,” Jay admitted, taking the glass back after Cole complained about the lack of alcohol. “I’m starting to get worried.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about her. She’s getting ready with Lloyd and Kai,” Cole explained kindly, bumping Jay’s shoulder. “Nya’ll be out soon. Here, come and mingle with me, you always like meeting new people.”

That was a lie, and Jay saw the distraction for what it was, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Hoping he wouldn’t regret it, Jay allowed Cole to whisk him away from his spot against the wall and into the well-dressed crowd.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Sticking as close to Cole’s side as a burr, Jay dutifully did his best to fend off the Shintaroans’ advances. More than a few of the single women on the floor approached him with flirtatious winks and tantilizing grins, all of them asking him in the sweetest tones to dance with them for the night. No one approached Cole, because everyone knew that as soon as Vania was ready and amongst the crowd he would be her dance partner, and no one wanted to upset the new queen.

Jay grimaced when yet another lady tried to attach herself to his arm. “I’m sorry, but I’m really not interested.”

Huffing, the lady turned away, muttering something about how pretty boys like him shouldn’t be on the floor if they didn’t want to dance. It made Jay’s blood start to boil, and he said something to Cole as the man walked from group to group to exchange pleasantries.

“I just need Nya to get out here, already.” Jay was saying, giving a hard stare to any women who looked his way for too long. Younger him would’ve been ecstatic at all of the attention he was garnering without really considering the implications, but older him was much wiser. And engaged.

“And yet we both know that she’ll have your head if you try to rush her,” Cole said, grabbing up a glass of actual wine and taking a small sip. He must’ve been getting nervous too, Jay noted. Usually he was the best of the human team members at holding off on the liquor.

“True.” Jay conceded, readjusting his tie around his neck. His blue suit was starting to feel suffocating, and Jay really came to realize that he and Cole were sticking out like sore thumbs with their darker suits in the sea of light creams and beiges, with many of the older folks wearing snow-white. Hopefully they weren’t violating some ancient dress code of Shintaro by not wearing anything in white.

Cole held the glass out to him, and Jay hesitated to take it. “Maybe you just need to loosen up a bit-”

You’re not the one who's taken, Jay thought sourly, but he noticed that Cole’s gaze wasn’t on him anymore. Instead, his onyx eyes were fixated on the other side of the room, unblinking. Jay could see the fondness in his face, and he turned to see what all of the commotion was about.

Vania had made her first appearance of the night, dressed in a flowing white dress with a train long enough to cover the entirety of Jay’s parents’ trailer. Golden thread was weaved throughout, nice complimenting the jewelry she was wearing and the large placeholder crown on her head. Her kind face was caked in makeup, but Jay could only really tell because he did makeup himself. She was breathtaking as she came strolling down the stairs that led to her chambers; maybe not Jay’s kind of breathtaking, but beautiful nonetheless.

“That’s my cue, buddy,” Cole said, looking slightly apologetic, “but hey, there’s a spot over by the punch table if you don’t want anyone to bother you.”

“Of course, because I love the punch table,” Jay griped, but he kinew he was only being difficult because it was just him again. His heart sank a little when Cole walked away, even if Jay knew that being Vania’s dance partner was a much more prestigious position than being with his best friend. The table wasn’t far, and Jay quickly reclaimed his post on the closest pillar, sipping actual wine this time to try and soothe his nerves.

Watching the people clear the dance floor for the future queen, Jay marvelled at how gracefully his best friend moved; for being the master of arguably the most rigid of their elements, Cole had some of the most fluid movement on the team. The only ones who could truly best him were Jay himself and Nya, but that was mostly because lightning and water granted them natural flow that couldn’t really be bested. Cole also didn’t have the build to take advantage of his flexible movement, having inherited the classic earth elemental body and not the lithe and poise that Lou possessed.

He and Vania made a good pair, Jay had decided as he watched them dance. Their styles complimented each other well, and Cole looked like he was having the time of his life. Jay knew that Cole wasn’t attracted to her and never would be, but he was glad to see the ravenette enjoying himself regardless. It would be good for Cole to finally have some friends outside of the Ninja group.

Suddenly, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Everyone in the room turned to watch the new figure descending down the stairs, and Jay could feel his already unsteady heartbeat speed up upon seeing her.

“Nya!” Vania exclaimed, leaving Cole on the dance floor and rushing to the foot of the stairs to greet the water ninja.

Jay wanted to follow, but his jaw had dropped onto the floor with his feet frozen on the ground. His Yang looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in what must’ve been the only blue dress in Vania’s wardrobe. It was a light and shimmering aqua, the light refracting off of the fabric and making Nya look like she was shining. Her gray heels clicked on the floor when she landed at the bottom of the steps, her hands covered with silken gloves that stretched to her elbows. Her hair was flowing down her back like a waterfall in large ringlets; it was a sight that Jay didn’t get to see very often, but he cherished it every time he did.

Looking past Vania’s shoulder, Nya locked eyes with him, and his heart stuttered from the small smile that graced her lips. Vania noticed, giving Nya a slight smirk as they parted ways, Nya walking towards her Yin and Vania taking Cole’s arm to rejoin him on the dance floor.

Fixing up his tie and putting his hair back into place, Jay suddenly felt very underdressed. He had thought his simple three-piece suit would be enough (it’s not like he had many options anyway), but if Nya was going to start showing him up like that then he might have to up his game.

Walking out to meet her felt like Jay was in a fairytale, the Prince Charming finally meeting Cinderella for the first time. Ignoring the stares of all the ladies who had been hitting on him, Jay stopped in front of Nya, whose heels propped her up to only an inch or so below his line of sight.

He took her outstretched hand and gave it a kiss with a bow. “May I have this dance, my lady?”

Nya pretended to contemplate the question. “I suppose you may, my lovely gentleman.”

“Only yours,” Jay said happily, taking her hand and spinning her around as the music started back up. They were finally going to get to dance!

Playing Dancey Pants had been a great decision, Jay decided as they twirled around the room, mostly because he knew there was no way in the Cursed Realm he would’ve been able to keep up with everyone else otherwise. He vaguely registered Kai and Lloyd coming down the stairs and joining the celebration, in a red and green suit respectively. Kai had made a beeline for Zane on the other side of the room, offering to dance with him so the nindroid wouldn’t have to keep standing off to the side. Lloyd had joined Cole and Vania, switching off with the earth ninja in an odd three-way dance that made Jay’s head spin if he stared at it for too long.

A kiss was pressed to his lips and Jay startled. Oh, right. He was dancing too.

Thankfully his Yang only giggled, quickly compensating for his misstep and keeping their rhythm. “You with me, Jay?”

“I am,” he answered smoothly. He pressed his own kiss to Nya’s lips, deeper this time, letting his hand slide down her waist. She made a small noise, letting her own hand cup the back of his neck and mess with the baby hairs on his nape. There was a suspicious sparkle in her when they parted, and Jay was very suddenly reminded of the fact that he had been drinking. Nya had probably tasted the fruitiness of the alcohol on his breath.

“Did you start drinking without me?” Nya was actually pouting, and Jay had to restrain his belly laugh to a hearty chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“My nerves were getting to me,” he admitted, “and I didn’t want that to ruin our night. I hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as you get me something, I don’t care,” Nya said with a wink, and Jay already knew that some very promiscuous things were going to go down tonight.

He was quick to snatch a wine glass off of a passing tray, holding it out to Nya with one of his signature grins like an offering. Nya took it with a smile of her own, chugging it and gracefully putting it on the table next to them. Jay hadn’t realized that she was directing them to the far side of the room where the least people were located, including the rest of their group.

Nya slid her hand down to his waist, hooking one of her thumbs in his belt loop and letting the rest of her fingers drum against his thigh. Her other hand rested on Jay’s cheek, and he shuddered when she ran her thumb across his jaw. She was a little red in the face, and Jay was suddenly a little suspicious of how much she may have had to drink.

“Did you drink before you got down here?” he asked quietly, his own hand coming to rest on her shoulder, brushing against her collarbone.

She hummed. “A little. Kai got me a shot of whiskey from the kitchen, or that’s what I hope it was. They’ve got some strong stuff in Shintaro.”

“They gotta deal with the isolation somehow,” Jay quipped, and his heart soared when Nya chuckled. “You sure you should be drinking any more, then? We still have to leave tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to let loose tonight and have a little fun,” without warning, she shot forward and caught his lips with hers, and Jay was more than happy to let himself get lost in the current that was his Yang. They swayed with the music, and he felt Nya’s body press closer to his like two puzzle pieces. Her hand buried itself in his hair, pulling when he ran his tongue across her lower lip. With one hand on her hip and the other on her back, Jay forced himself to pull away, ignoring the way his mouth tingled from his element in favor of staring at Nya in all of her half-drunken and quite eager glory.

“We need some privacy for this part,” he whispered, starting to pull her away to where their quarters were located. He ignored Lloyd and Zane’s questioning looks, Kai’s face of unbridled disgust and Cole’s enthusiastic thumbs-up in favor of pulling Nya along beside him. “I have a different kind of dance in mind.”

#ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago jaya #jayaweek2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jaya week 2023 day 5: dance

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darker-overlord · 11 months

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My OCs from different fandoms!

thank u @kindan-no-kanojo for the tag i'm about to be INSUFFERABLE for one full post <3

i wasn't the type to make ocs until last year so it's like 20% actual old ocs and 80% unintroduced dl charas :D it's my personal acc anyway someone HAS to see them before i go insane (they have lore drops tho so just look at the pretty pictures if u don't wanna know (?))

(also using the dividers on the oc blog i'm too lazy to find a cute one >:D)

Diabolik Lovers OC/s (introduced)

Komori Kayo x2 (human and fiend)

we have the babygrills of the blog, kayo and edgy kayo. jk but for ocs i only made like? january of this year i have spent WAY too much time thinking about and drawing them. hunter came first and the loser meowmeow drenched in milk pathetic loser one came after actually :p

i can go on and on about how i designed her appearance in specific but that's for another day :D just know that her blue/yellow color palette is literally a forget-me-not, and hunter's red/yellow color palette is a forget-me-not drenched in blood :D

hunter kayo's "species" is actually called a fiend (a term i just stole from csm LMAO) which is a very rare set of humans that are able to successfully be transplanted with a demonic organ. yes, yui is technically a fiend too in this case.

Lilith

mother <3

in terms of power levels, she's karlheinz on steroids (bc their powers have the same origin but u didn't hear that from me) but she's on another level of psychopathic. was she a demon before she was banished, or did god make her a demon? who knows.

kayo, seiji, and yui's relationship closely mirrors lilith, god, and eve's relationship.

Cecilia Lune

like spring, gone too soon. all that's left are the ashes she left behind.

Jumpscare warning: G*nshin Imp*ct OCs

i censored it bc i can't believe my first ocs were for THIS GAME...

i have a love-hate relationship with the game don't mind <3 i still think back to these three fondly and i'll talk about their lore for a bit cause this is probably the only time they'll see the light of day.

the two sisters are inazuman-mondstadter(?) in blood, but in nationality they're both inazuman, and their visions have inazuman casing. however, maya lives in fontaine and miya lives in sumeru.

Mikoshi Maya (Wandering Princess)

players complaining about too many sweet girls? here's another one!

from the last name, maya is a descendant of mikoshi nagamasa, the human son of the oni chiyo that served the raiden shogun. that part of her backstory doesn't matter to her as much as it matters to her older sister.

maya's a spoiled and lazy child of one of richest businesswomen of fontaine, and she's also a huge hermit. but she has the power to dream of the future, and it always involves someone needing help. even though she's spoiled, she's very kind in nature, so even as a hermit she often travels to help those she finds in her dreams. she's a dancer and has a very pretty appearance so 'wandering princess' is the title she got from traveling the other nations.

ironically, her nickname in fontaine is actually the rumored hermit, from her tendencies to almost never show up. people see her so little some are convinced that she doesn't actually exist.

her future dreams come into play in an interlude quest.

Mikoshi Miya (Transient Swordsman)

mommy. her name's miya bc i wanted it to match with maya

on the surface, she's a kshahrewar graduate who specializes in mechanics, and she specifically works on machines that can bridge the gap between vision holders and non-vision holders. she's pretty relaxed and sisterly, but at first she seems almost drawn in on herself.

in her past, she was trained as a swordsman by her father, a mikoshi himself. she was considered the greatest prodigy for her time, and she was 'destined for great things'. this was for a specific job that would need way too long to explain but related to this job is the fact that they're a bit of a problem for the fatui. this, and her mother's relationship to the fatui, culminated in someone attempting to subdue her mother with a very special fire made from delusions. however, they mistimed the mission, and instead caught a young miya and her father in the crossfire, which lead to her father's death and miya's hatred for the fatui and for visions.

no matter how much people told her that she was a once in a lifetime swordsman, and how her skill was almost completely unmatched, miya gave up swordsmanship. her skill never saved her father.

miya is intelligent, and always liked making gadgets (her first creation was a mechanical train set at the age of seven), so she instead focused her efforts on helping non-vision holders, including herself, by studying at the akademiya.

miya only gets her electro vision in her story quest, where she confronts her father's killer. she also decides to take up a sword again because of the quest :D

Irina (Witch of Thorns)

mother. that's my name yes but it kind of fits her. i go by yna anyway so i don't really see myself in her JFKJFSD if miya's past seems like a lot this woman has a whole document just about her lore......

to summarize, she's actually gold/rhinedottir's "accidental" creation, something too long to talk about but trust me on this. she's her first child in that regard, and rhine actually tried to raise her like a regular daughter.

they got separated in the cataclysm and irina ended up in mondstadt, which lead to her considering herself a mondstadter. fatui shenanigans happen with dottore and she changes her original appearance to become the witch of thorns, a witch specializing in an artificial flower with medicinal properties. she changes appearances every other decade and pretends she's the daughter of the last witch of thorns, all the way to the present.

miya and maya are her very real daughters though. maya resembles her true appearance more, while miya resembles how she was when she was younger.

(i also have two men who work under irina, yuuya and a runaway adeptus but their lore is like wayyy shorter than the three and these gi ocs are already taking up way too much of the post...)

Diabolik Lovers OCs (unintroduced)

HUGE LORE DUMP AHEAD.................... bc i need to vomit it out

Lunar Clan

the descendants of lilith's eldest, nyx.

while all demons are descendants of lilith, there is one uninterrupted line of daughters that are genetically clones of lilith herself. while their appearances do have variation, they all one defining trait: pure white hair. in my lore, white hair is a trait impossible to have if you're a pure founder. the only founders to naturally have this hair color are these clones, who are called lilith's avatars. makes you wonder how carla has white hair, though not purely white. doesn't that make him special?

there can only be one avatar born from a previous one in every generation, and any other child ends up as a regular founder. back then, this line of daughters were the royal family of the founder clan, then known as the lunar kingdom when all kingdoms were comprised of founders rather than the subspecies that arose from evolution.

they were overthrown in an event known as the fall of lunacy, a coup d'état arranged by the final queen, scylla's adviser. despite being overthrown, their connection to lilith and scylla's own sacrifices continued to keep them in an important noble position. their estate is located the closest to lilith's tomb, lilith's resting place, a garden of forget-me-nots the size of a town.

another special trait of the avatars is the ability to control and summon butterfly familiars, all with a unique appearance. they can also take up the butterfly's form.

all avatars are assigned epithets at one point in their lives. in their time as royal family, they were usually assigned their titles post-mortem, but afterwards their epithets tend to be assigned some time within their lives.

in order of appearance and birth.

Lilith ; Queen of the Night ; Lilith herself wasn't technically part of the Lunar Clan, as it only began upon the establishment of the Lunar Kingdom, long after her supposed death. Still, she was given the epithet due to her reign on Old Eden, characterized by her absolute control over all territories, like the all-encompassing embrace of night.

Queen Nyx ; Lunacy's Founder, the founder of the Lunar Kingdom and the first to take on the last name Lune. Lilith's eldest.

Queen Raikou ; The Silent Queen, the longest-reigning queen, second to only Lilith herself, ruling for 700 years compared to an average of 100 years. Her rule was characterized by its stability, though quickly overturned when the event known as the War of the Fallen occurred.

Queen Scylla ; The Children's Princess, the shortest-reigning queen, Raikou's daughter, and the final ruler of the Lunatic Dynasty. Becoming queen at a young age after her mother's death, she followed her adviser's ill-meaning advice due to the widespread famine in neighboring kingdoms, earning the peoples' ire and contributing to the successful coup d'état. That adviser's family became the reigning royal family up until Giesbach.

Zarya and Krone Lune ; The Dawn and the Dusk, a pair of identical twins. They are the first and only case of two avatars being born in one generation. Due to magic being the focus of the Demon World, Zarya's interest in medicine and biology was seen as a disgrace, especially compared to her twin sister, who excelled in magic and swordsmanship. Zarya was later exiled from the kingdom, though was reluctantly brought back upon the beginning of the spread of Endzeit. She managed to quell the disease's spread all the way until her disappearance, just before the War of Prophecy occurred, which trapped all Founders within the Pandemonium and allowed Endzeit to spread rampantly.

Cecilia Lune ; The Spring Bloom ; Zarya's daughter, the end to the line of avatars. Founders' eyes don't reflect light, and merely glow. Cecilia's eyes sparkled like stars. Hated, then loved by the people, who grieved her death for centuries.

She was known as the human among demons.

extra fact: the divider icon is the lunar clan's family emblem:3 it used to represent the lunar kingdom as a whole, but upon the fall of the dynasty it became associated with the former royal family instead.

anyway that's all this has gotten very long <3 thank you again for the tag ;w;

#doodle dump #thats an understatement its a doodle LANDFILL #very very long post like #i do not know how to shut up im sorry #diabolik lovers oc #no i am not tagging the other fandom id rather die #they are all girls bc im physically incapable of drawing men. sorry.z.

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chthonicgodling · 10 months

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ELYSIUM FATHER'S DAY EDITION!! a day late but compiled as a direct companion piece to Elysium Mother's Day Poast over here!!!! this batch FEATURES:

Bel & bb!N

*Epi and Eury & bb!Bel and bb!Ty

Meno & bb!Leo

Loki & bb!Rane**

Hypnos & bb!Icy

Tory & bb!Neo

completely once again last minute scribbled and once again restricted to just one Kid per but in this case i was trying to match. UMM QUICK ADDENDUMS;

*Euriales replacing Libby n'Vid BECAUSE i desperately needed to draw Euriales in here for dad day and Ty is equal parts mom and dad and is in another bonus pic matching this set (HERE LMAO). ummm putting that next to grown up Bel with his own daughter is making me insane also drawing bb twins TWO DAYS AFTER THEY EACH JUST GOT MARRIED IS MAKING ME INSAAAAANEEEEEEE

**Loki in prev post was Fjoer's mom but he is Rane's dad lmao. his kids are split down the middle hence the New child Here

this post has been sponsored by long hair androgyny. most of these guys belong to @fenixethekid!! sorry again per usual for loki jumpscare do not tag the m word lmaoo

#my art #elysium #oc art #oc design

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ecogirl2759 · 5 months

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It's time.

So, I have decided to formally retire from FireAlpaca and will not be revisiting any of my old works made on that app (just because of personal preference). SO, I've decided to share some of my favorite WIPs that I had hoped to finish once upon a time lol.

I'm gonna be tagging all the characters that show up btw, so sorry if this comes up as you're peacefully scrolling your fandom tags hehe.

Please check the tags for the characters/fandoms and decide if you wanna open this post.

So yeah, have a couple of old sketches from 2-5 years ago :D

[Uncolored blood in one of them jsyk]

This one felt appropriate to put first lol I was really liking the way it was turning out... and then I lost motivation lol. Think this is from 2 years ago-ish.

Here's another of my OC. I was going to make a super cool battle illustration with super cool effects and super cool lighting and I gave up almost instantly lol. SHE HAS NO WRISTS!!

This is one I made for Drawfest 2, like, 2 years ago now, I think. I thought it was coming along kinda nice except I couldn't get the perspective to look right so my character ended up looking huge lmao.

Here's ANOTHER of my OC. This one is really old lol. I've redesigned her now and I don't use this shading style anymore, so I retired this profile picture really early on.

Ok, last one of this OC. This was going to be one of many sprites that I was making to use in videos and stuff, but I, once again, lost my motivation hehe. Looks REALLY bad tho so idc.

Now for some fandom junk!

Pico jumpscare I got really into Pico's school way back when and never saw any fanart for his death screen. So I wanted to try my hand at it. Got through the lineart before I decided I didn't like it and was not skilled enough to salvage it so I gave up. Might redraw this in the future though!

Haha mind the huge empty space on this one.

This was going to be a picture of Gregory and Freddy from FNaF Security Breach (made this around the time the game came out), but I quickly realized I couldn't draw animatronics and quit lol. You can kinda see the stripe on Gregory's shirt, but my sketching abilities back then were awful so it's a little hard.

ASJKFHSABFHJBF I ALMOST FORGOT I WAS DRAWING HIMMM!! This bean is a character from To Your Eternity, an anime I randomly found on Netflix once and fell in love with (I quit at the weird scene in the prison tho, remind me to finish it). HE WAS SO CUTE I JUST HAD TO DRAW HIM <3 Also this isn't the ball, this is the boy. I just didn't get to his eyes.

MULTIFANDOM IDEAAAAA

So me and my sister were talking a few years ago, and I think one of us misspoke and said "Coffee shot" instead of "Coffee shop," so this AU was born.

It's a coffee shop called the Coffee Shot staffed by characters that love guns and have guns and shoot guns and I love them. The shop is frequented by characters from other franchises (in this case Danganronpa), and it's got the best coffee and the best theming you've ever seen >:)

Characters from left to right: Pico (FNF), Kiyotaka Ishimaru (DR1), Mondo Owada (DR1), Lance (EBF5)

Here's another MultiFandom picture :D

This one was based on Pinterest lol. I have boards for both of these franchises, but they kept wanting to save these two characters to each other's boards lol. SO I wanted to make a style swap with them! Didn't end up finishing it, though, but I do want to come back to it!

Characters: Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa), Ranma Saotome (Ranma 1/2)

Aaaaand then just take some Danganronpa stuff.

This first one is actually the second piece of fanart I ever did for this game, but I quit really quick because I SCREWED UP TAKA'S HAIR AND DIDN'T WANNA REDO IT BECAUSE EVERY TIME I TRIED IT LOOKED FUNKY SO NOW HE'S JUST FUZZY. AND THE BACKGROUND EWWW I FORGOT IT LOOKED LIKE THIS

And then this one is of the same two characters but based on a fanfic I read once. It was a Beauty and the Beast one. It was really fun to read. I liked it. It's on Wattpad if you're interested. I quit on this picture really quick tho. Made the sketch on Photoshop 2 years ago, transferred the sketch to FireAlpaca, then realized the sketch sucked and didn't bother trying again.

There's all my sketches. The ones that I'm willing to share, that is.

Let this be a lesson that not all of your pictures are going to go the way you want to. Your sketches are going to be messy, your lineart isn't going to match up, your colors are going to look funky, and your shading is going to want to make you rip out your hair sometimes.

I think what's important is to make sure that all that stuff doesn't discourage you.

If you give up all together, you'll never know what you'd've been able to produce if you hadn't.

If a picture isn't working for you, find out why. Then quit that picture, practice, and come back. You'll be able to compare yourself to your own art instead of other people's, which will give you a clearer sense of how far you've come.

SORRY DIDN'T MEAN TO GO ON A RANT THERE

I think I'll shoot to redraw some of these next year. I definitely want to come back to that Pico one, the style swap one, the Coffee Shot, and the Christmas one.

Don't really have time for that now, but that's now on my New Year's Resolution list lol.

If you're reading this, thanks for looking at my old crappy art. It feels nice to share <3

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silvery-bluish · 10 months

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tagged by @thenightdayblogger to look for blue, star, sour, and flower in my WIPs! Bafflingly difficult time finding these, somehow. Weird.

If you’re up for it, I’m going to tag uuuh @rosaindomitus and @dogueteeth. I’d tag more but idk who’s up for putting WIP fragments out there. no pressure at all!! but if you’re up for it, i’m going to ask for the wordsss orange, shout, hand, and run!

Gonna throw it under a read more so as not to dump a Pile of words everywhere.

blue

Arsinoe has a plan, a plan they’ve spent weeks plotting out, including several conspicuous “just in case” portions that are clearly for if he goes off-script. Pages and pages of carefully labeled flowcharts in one of their notebooks, the one with… metallic purple patterns on the cover, he thinks, maybe blue? The words on the page slip from his grasp like they did, and they’re gone, through the window again, glass shattering outwards like a dissonant note, because they can’t be gone, they shouldn’t be gone, they’ve always come back before—

Fragment from a very disjointed piece, currently nameless, that’s an attempt at a Ricardo POV nightmare that’s mostly about Arsinoe leaving and a little bit about their apartment over the years in the Sidestep years.

It’s easy, to walk across the kitchen and lean against him, to tuck your face into the back of his neck, curl your arms around his waist. Like giving into gravity. “I’m trying to cook,” Daniel says, laugh in his voice. “The pancakes are going to burn.”

“I’m not stopping you,” you say, magnanimously, sticking your hands under the hem of his— your hoodie so they’re flat against his stomach. Worn blue fabric and lightning bolts on the shoulders. Skin-to-skin contact. “You know how to move me.”

Double-dipping on the word blue for a little bit of Tonal Whiplash (and also i couldn’t find one of the other words) but here’s a fragment of Far Future Don’t Even Worry About It domesticity with Arsinoe and Daniel and also the Chagre hoodie (I’ve shared another fragment of this one around before, but only via discord- it’s the Extremely Soft Far Future chargeflystep piece that also includes part of my Ortega Eyemask Agenda)

star

“You don’t want to know?” Tay genuinely can’t imagine not wanting to know why he is how he is. The changeling just shrugs at him, as much as a stag can shrug. “I want to know everything.”

“Not all questions have kind answers, sprout,” Hart says, and then he falls quiet for a bit.

The stars are hard to spot in the forest, in between the leaves dark against the sky, but Tay looks for them anyway, even if it’s just to keep from feeling the silence too awkwardly.

Original work jumpscare! “star” didn’t exist in any of my Fallen Hero fragments - somehow - so here’s a piece of a project that’s been back-burnered for a while. I’m bad at elevator pitches, but it’s very folklore-vibes, the Tay in question here has to spend several days in the domain of a forest goddess and, in this fragment, he’s trying to figure out why she wants him there.

sour

Somehow fully doesn’t exist. No idea how I managed that. Weird thing to now know about my writing: it apparently currently just fully does not contain the word “sour.”

flower

“I dunno! Even if I don’t know most of them, it’s kind of nice to be around people living their lives, right? Makes me feel more connected to a place when I can learn stuff like how the baker’s daughter always goes on a walk one morning of the week, or the cobbler’s wife likes to put flowers in her daughters’ hair when they get their chores done early. Even if I’m not involved in their lives, it’s nice to know that other people exist, you know?” Tay shrugs, holding his hands out like take of that what you will.

Once again. no flowers in my FH WIPs, so here’s some more Tay. This is earlier than the previous segment. He’s lightly judging another character’s decision to live in a falling-down building in the middle of nowhere, here.

#bookish.txt #my writing #arsinoe #i'm not putting this in the fandom tag bc I'd feel weird about throwing my original work in the fandom tag by association lol #genuinely surprised i could not find the word 'sour' in my fic documents at ALL #closest i got was the word 'source'#but thank you for the tag! <3

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steventhusiast · 10 months

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WOO MORE TAG GAMES! keep em coming never stop tagging me! this time i got tagged by @xenon-demon :D and it’s 15 questions

are you named after anyone? not that i know of

when was the last time you cried? i’ve cried a fair bit recently hmmm i think during therapy last week

do you have kids? no i am just a little guy (21) and do not know how to interact with children under the age of 10

do you use sarcasm a lot? to be honest, not really? i do enjoy a good sarcastic back and forth tho

what sports do you play/have you played? i’ve never really been into sports.. living up to my truth as a gay stereotype

what’s the first thing you notice about people? i think accessories? i’m pretty bad at recognising faces and other physical attributes at first but i’ve realised recently with my current friends like the identifier i used for them when we first met was like ‘the girl with the winnie the pooh pencil case’ or ‘the girl with the cool disney princess backpack’

what’s your eye colour? so grey-ish blue but i have a ring around my pupil of like an orangey-brown that is kind of cool

scary movies or happy endings? i am a big baby so happy endings. especially if it’s a satisfying happy ending and i am emotionally attached to any of the characters. i do REALLY ENJOY depressing movies though so… but scary movies? absolutely not i hate the feeling of waiting for a jumpscare to happen

any special talents? i don’t think so. just an average little guy right here

where were you born? so so very scared of doxing myself bc the uk is SMALL so bottom half of england

what are your hobbies? reading and writing, playing a lot of video games (rn ive been getting back into truck simulator that shit is SOOOO calming, and i’m also a big valorant guy and a big minecraft/cosy games guy). i guess also like consuming media? idk not many hobbies to be honest but i wanna try and find a not screen related hobby over summer that i can do when i’m anxious like i wanna learn how to crochet or something

do you have pets? yes i have a dog he is the best boy ever and he turns 12 rly soon. he’s a little old man and the fur on his chin has gone grey bc of it

how tall are you? 5’4 and proud. perfect hug height for taller people

favourite subject in school? before i got to choose gcses and stuff? english, but once we got to choose, media studies <3

dream job? am another fuck capitalism i don’t dream of labour girlie, but i want to work in some sort of design position. maybe something in publishing design? or creative advertising? idk i dream moreso about future experiences than where i will make my money to live

not gonna tag 15 people bc i’m sleepy but here are a few (sorry if you’ve done this already) @beep-beep-robin @spectrum-spectre @italiansteebie @stregoniconiconii

#tag game #personal #xenon-demon

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lilietsblog · 1 year

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a guide to Tumblr user interaction for newbies

Tumblr is the user interaction website. Not an advertisement website, not a popularity website. The goal here is not to become known to as many people as possible, but to be a little less lonely in this big wide world, and help other people be less lonely too.

Methods of user interaction, from most to least commitment:

Make a new original post.

Originally it will by default only be visible to your followers; if you want it to be visible to more people, use tags (five or so first tags count for the purpose of putting your post "into the tag" for other people to find outside of your blog). Beyond that you have no control: if it takes off, it takes off, if it doesn't, it doesn't. It's the highest commitment option because if it does take off it might be circulated for the rest of this website's lifespan, and you will continue to see people's reactions to it for as long as you stay here. Editing won't help, people will continue seeing the version that was originally reblogged (more on this later). Deleting will only help if you've put the post under readmore, in that people won't be able to access the original text anymore. Deleting your blog won't remove the post from circulation either. Beware.

It is very, very, very bad etiquette to make your own post with someone else's content without proper attribution. Tumblr is home to a lot of artists, writers and memers who take this shit personally. Reposting someone else's art (wide meaning of the word) as your own is just about the worst offense you can commit around here. If something you want to share was originally posted on another website, link back (unless it's a screenshot of a conversation, in which case just use your judgement for whether it's public and whether you have suficient permission to share it). If it was posted on Tumblr, for the love of god, REBLOG (see below). If you can't, that very likely means you shouldn't.

Good material for making your own original posts: Your art (and writing, and music, and so on). Your opinion on something (anything). A diary entry (though use your own judgement for whether you want to risk it being spread all over the website forever). A witty observation. A meme permutation of your own creation. A funny story you heard (with as much proper attribution as you can manage). Questions you want other people to answer. Excited recommendations of your favorite anything. Positive affirmations. Helpful information compilations. Wistful descriptions of extreme violence you wish you could inflict on politicians you don't like. Hornyposting. Etc.

Bad material for making your own original posts: Talking shit about other users in a non-vague way that allows others to easily identify them. Do not incite or spread harassment, even if they are really really annoying or really really wrong on the internet. Vagueblog if you have to, or take it to DMs (see below). Someone else's creations, as mentioned above. Unless it's formally published and the person has been paid for it, in which case, just don't take credit for stuff that's not yours, and attribute it so others can find the original source. Anxiety bait ("reblog this or have something bad happen to you") / screamers / jumpscares / common triggers (gore, flashing lights, etc) without proper tags. We used to have a lot of those, and nobody liked them, and we decided as a community to not do this anymore. Play ball or be prepared to get mass blocked and/or reported to the mod team for violating community standards. We don't mind hornyposting or threats of violence here, but don't be an ass to people who will see your posts, please.

Reblog someone else's post.

You can find other people's posts to reblog on their own individual blogs, in the tags (tumblr.com/tagged/your interest), on your dashboard once you've subscribed to any of the above.

The etiquette around reblogging is a weird and complex thing, but generally: reblogging without adding any text, with or without tags is considered a universal positive.

(Exception: when a person has explicitly asked people to not reblog the post in the text or tags of the post. The "forbid reblogging" function is new and might or might not work well, the point is don't be an asshole)

A reblogged post has its main body duplicated on your own blog, tagged with the tags you added yourself and no others, with your own additions (if any) appended to the end. People can remove additions after the OP (original post) when they reblog, but usually this isn't done. Beware of this also: if you add something stupid to a post and the version with your addition takes off, it also might well circulate forever with no option for control on your end. Deleting will only help if you post your addition under readmore, etc, etc.

The reason it's less commitment is that you will only get notifications from interaction with your post only from the people who will interact with specifically YOUR instance of it, on your blog or on their dashboard where they are following you. If person A reblogs your (reblogged) post, then person B reblogs it from person A, you will only be notified of person A's actions. Anything further down the line is between the OP (original poster) and whoever is further down the line.

Note that the OP gets all notifications for everything that happens with their post, no matter how far down the line. A reblogged post is not alienated from the original poster, it's not "stolen", the other way around, you're adding value and popularizing it (and/or adding harassment and making OP's life hell, depending on context). Most times someone makes a post, they WANT it to be popular and spread around, so unless specifically noted otherwise, reblog away!

As for adding your own commentary to the reblogs: reblogs are a very normal, traditional and classic way to have a CONVERSATION on this website. Don't be afraid to express your opinion, argue, disagree or agree with the OP / any previous opinions in the version of the post you're reblogging. It's even considered perfectly reasonable to copypaste the previous person's tags you are seeing into the main body of the post and express your opinion on THOSE - tags are personal, but not private. It's sort of like whispering to be polite and not interrupt the main conversation, but if someone thinks your tags add value to the discussion - if only entertainment value - into the pot they go.

Tumblr is a clown website for clowns, so making fun of any part of the post above is also valid. (Unless you're being an asshole about it. Don't be an asshole about it.) As is appending a joke or a pun. If people don't like it, they don't have to reblog it. OP will probably appreciate it. Note: "I hate you" or similar in an additional reblog is a common way of expressing appreciation. (If you genuinely don't like someone's joke, you won't parade it around on your own blog. "I hate this" is, sincerely and seriously, a joke love language on this website)

Giving compliments / expressing appreciation is also an always good option. "Holy shit I love this" is a great addition to any post at any time in any context (unless the op specifically asked not to reblog etc etc). The reverse is not true - unless your criticism/disagreement is actively adding value to the public discussion, keep it to yourself or to the less public ways of engagement (more on this later). Or vagueblog about it, always a good option.

A holdover from the horrible old days of notifications clogging up your dashboard is general disapproval of "derailing" a post. If someone made a long post about their favorite Pokemon mentioning the word "stove" and you reblog it with a long monologue on your favorite stoves and the origin of the word "stove" and your personal funny story about using a stove once, it's considered "derailing". We are however no longer in the horrible old days, so derail away if you want to. That said, you can always put any and all of those free association things in the tags - that's the good manners option. Tags are not infinite length, but if you have THAT MUCH to say on the unrelated topic, you can always just make your own post!

Tags are freeform - nothing reblogged can be found in the general tumblr tags, so they only serve for organization on your own personal blog and as storage for your rants. I've seen original posts that have one line of the actual body of the post and then several paragraphs' worth of additional text in the tags. This is quirky and makes other people's lives more dificult if they want to respond, but you don't owe it to them to make it easy to respond to you. Tag away. (Note that your tags are visible to (1) your followers, (2) the OP who will receive the reblog notification along with the tags you used, (3) anyone who looks in the post's notes. Tags are quiet and polite but still public. Use your judgement)

Note that reblogging a post makes the resulting version be part of your blog same as if it were your own post. There's nothing bad about that, but again - it's somewhat high commitment. If you don't want to reblog something, you are always free to. Demanding that other people reblog your post, expressing judgement of those who don't reblog, guilt tripping people over not reblogging, are all considered bad etiquette, and are likely to result in people who would have otherwise reblogged refusing to, just so their followers won't be subjected to that. This particularly goes for artists going on rants over how their like to reblog ratio is terrible (more on this later). You are not anyone's personal advertisement agency no matter how much they wish you were unless they are literally paying you for it. Reblog away, and also don't reblog away. It's your blog, your rules.

Note also that having a blog that consists entirely of other people's reblogged posts with zero commentary or tags is a perfectly normal way of existing on this website that won't raise any eyebrows from anyone. You can even make friends by doing that and nothing else, if people whose posts you reblog choose to talk to you about it. Your blog is as much or as little of a scrapbook of other people's stuff you like as you want it to be.

And finally, there's no such thing as necroposting. If you archive dove someone's blog until you found a post from 2011 you really want to reblog with commentary, go WAY ahead and do that. If they didn't want you to, they would have deleted it. (Barely anyone does that, which is because most people don't mind and perfectly welcome the interaction, however inane. We're a very social media)

Send an ask. (username.tumblr.com/ask, or tumblr.com/new/ask/username, unless they have it disabled)

Once upon a time, there were no replies and no private messages on tumblr. The only options for interaction were reblogs, asks, and fan mail - an utterly amazing feature I kind of wish they hadn't gotten rid of, even though literally no-one misses it for its functionality. The flavor though, the flavor!

Asks are the result of the assumption that the website will consist of creators and their fanbases, and the fans can send short questions to their favorite creators that they can then deign to answer publicly for everyone to see, or privately for just that person only. (Or delete the ask and forget it ever existed). This usage actually persists for the local celebrities and microcelebrities, and their inboxes are usually as swamped as you'd expect a celebrity's inbox to be, with as little guarantee they'll ever get around to your ask in particular as you'd imagine. In the meantime, everyone else has adapted asks for more mundane, everyday use.

There are "askblogs" - blogs where pretty much all of their content is answering asks sent in. Specifically advice blogs, where your typical post is a one or two sentence long question (ask) and an essay length answer, and roleplay blogs, where your typical post is an ask of variable length with a reply from the character(s) the blog is for in comic form. There are liveblogs (liveblog blogs?), where asks are usually sent to a separate blog where an "ask screener" reads through them to filter out spoilers before passing them on to the liveblogger to answer, usually in screenshot form - basically the microcelebrity situation but with a better chance of having your ask in specific answered. There are submission-based blogs, which use the submission feature instead of the ask feature and are pretty much the only use for the submission feature on this website ever.

When it comes to regular users, an ask is what you send when you want an up-to-essay-length answer posted on their blog. (Although they can always choose to answer your privately instead, unless your ask is anonymous. And either way they can choose to never answer you at all.) Like if someone is doing theorycrafting in your favorite fandom and you want to prompt them to write up their opinion on your pet question? Asks exist for precisely that. (IRL science, US politics and the bible count as fandoms in my personal opinion)

There are ask games being passed around in reblogs. One genre is along the lines of "send me an emoji to get an answer to this question" or "send me one of these emojis to give me your opinion on me". A post like that showing up on someone's blog means they are participating in the game and hoping someone (you) sends them an ask along those rules. Sending an anonymous ask for these is perfectly acceptable, assuming the feature is enabled - many people disable it, for reasons... good, valid reasons. Sending multiple game asks to the same person at once is an excellent thing to do too (assuming the game allows for it), whether you're anonymous or not. If you reblog one of these games with the hope your own followers / mutuals (people who you follow and who also follow you) engage in it with you, good etiquette is to also send an ask participating in this game to the person you're reblogging it from, because all too often everyone hopes someone will send an ask to them but nobody actually sends an ask to someone else.

The second genre of an "ask game" is the chainmail-like positivity messages. "Answer this ask with 10 things you like and send it to 10 latest people in your notifications" or something along those lines. You are never under obligation to answer these, just leave them hanging in your inbox or delete them if you don't want to. In that vein, passing them on to someone else is generally considered a nice thing to do, whether anonymous or not. Someone thought of you, and zero pressure to go with it.

I'm classfying asks as mid-commitment, as while they won't show up on your own blog (unless you choose to reblog the other person's answer, which a lot of people do, whether to continue the conversation from there or just to archive it for their own later perusal and enjoyment / to brag to their folowers), they WILL show up on the other person's blog. Probably. Unless they choose to answer it privately or not answer at all. You know what I mean.

(I'm classifying "answering asks sent to you" under the "make your own original post" option, as it has all the same caveats and conditions. You can of course always answer non-anonymous asks privately, which has the neat feature (?) that the interaction is subsequently deleted from your own inbox to never be reviewable by you ever, and the other person will get their ask with your answer back with no "reply" button and will have to send a separate additional ask if they want to continue the conversation. Basically answering an ask in private is the "and fuck off" of tumblr social interaction. Don't read it like that if other people do it to you though, lots of people, especially tumblr oldies, don't really think of it that way and just act as if it's private messaging. Because, you know, once upon a time it was the only option for that. Yeah.)

(Also, don't harass people. Don't send death threats / threats of violence / suicide bait. Don't dox. Even if someone told you something really bad about them. It's bad form, usually lies, and mass harassment is decidedly a disproportionate response for anything you can know for sure another tumblr user actually did. There's a reason we have 2.5 actually famous people on here under their own names and the reason is everyone else got harassed off the website. Along with a lot of local microcelebrities. Most of them for no good reason / over lies. People have actually died as a result of mass harassment campaigns, too, so, just... don't, okay?)

Replies

This feature is surprisingly new - for the longest time, the only way to engage with someone else's specific post was to reblog it. Then replies appeared for special "question" posts that you had to put a question mark at the end to make, then disappeared again for a while, until finally we got the actual functional feature as it is right now.

It's still not... perfectly integrated with the rest of the website. Replies to your post will show up in your notifications along the same rules as other post interaction notifications (on any level of nesting if you're the OP, just for the people replying to your instance of the post specifically if you just reblogged it), but if they are too long they will not show up in full and you'll need to dig through the notes of the post itself to find them. Which of course include all replies to the post, regardless of level of reblog they occured at, and are sorted by witchraft and wizardry. You can't reply to a specific reply to make a thread either, to adress someone in specific you need to tag them (@username) in the text of the reply. Replying to someone else's reply on a popular post is an exercise in frustration. The feature seems designed for everyone to reply to the OP specifically, so that the OP may peruse the mass of the replies as a whole at their leisure. This is not how the replies are actually used, and they are basically a free for all. Write whatever.

A normal way to interact with replies to your post, originating from back in the days of "question" posts, is to screenshot the reply and make a new post with the screenshot and your reaction / reply to it (assuming it's longer than the one sentence of your average reply), and tag the person you're replying to. (Unless you're dragging them / their opinion / their phrasing, in which case it would be polite to not tag them and also crop their username out of the screenshot or black it out. The same old don't be an asshole rule)

This feature is also, in my estimation, mid commitment. Your reply will be accessible on another person's post, but usually fairly buried, whether under an avalanche of other replies or due to the post's obscurity. Note though that unlike a post, you cannot delete a reply you've made (tumblr is a functional website :) ), meaning if you say something particularly stupid the only way to dissociate yourself from it is to delete your account. Which, to be clear, is normally a gross overreaction to leaving a stupid reply somewhere, because literally nobody cares. Stil, it's an Indelible Mark you're publicly leaving on the internet landscape. Can't leave anonymous replies either. Truly tragic.

Personal messages.

I believe there are multiple options people can set for privacy for who can send them these. For most people, if you follow them, you can message them. Just say hi! Compliment them! Share a fun fact! Start a conversation! Most people will appreciate it, even if they will first leave you on read for a couple of months because that's how often they check their inbox, oops.

Personal messages are decidedly NOT integrated with the rest of the website's functionality, which is really the main attraction. The only way to publicize a private messages conversation with someone is to take screenshots and post them, same as if you were using a different app entirely. (Incidentally, don't do that unless you have permission or a really, really good reason. Asshole rule etc)

You will sometimes get spambots in your personal messages. You can easily identify them by features such as: wanting you to go to another website, wanting you to buy something, offering you money for something, offering to have virtual sex with you. Don't act like that, and you won't get blocked and reported by other users!

Personal messages are... mid to low commitment. No-one but you and the person you're talking to will ever know (unless they choose to tell other people, but that's any interaction with another person ever), but you also can't delete personal messages, because tumblr is a functional website :) and personal messages are a relatively new feature. Seriously, we used to use FANMAIL to communicate. Fan fucking mail.

Likes.

Okay, real talk. You will see a lot of posts going around saying "likes don't do anything", "likes only upset people" and so on. Absolutely do not take those as a serious guide on whether to like other people's posts. (Well, maybe as a guide on whether to like THOSE SPECIFIC PEOPLE's posts. Not everyone else's.)

A "like" is a way to communicate to the poster (the OP and the person whose reblog of the post you're viewing, if the post is a reblog, which most posts on this website are) that you: (1) agree with them / the latest stated opinion in the reblog chain; (2) appreciate this post's presence on your dashboard / in the tag; (3) really like the thing they made; (4) are happy for them / sorry that happened and sending positive vibes their way. People whose reaction to being told this information is "if you like what I made you should advertise it on your own blog" or "this is clearly a passive aggressive message that my content is not good enough to share" need to log off tumblr and either go touch grass or start an instagram account or something. They are also a VERY SMALL minority. When seeing a stranger's post, the reasonable default assumption is that they will take a like as the positive message it is - someone took the time out of their day to put a little red heart on their post! - and be happy about it.

Likes are a very minimal commitment way to participate in the general tumblr discourse melting pot. You don't need to put anything on your blog, or say a single word to another person. Just decide what you like and what you don't, and send little positive affirmations to the former while ignoring the latter.

You can also access posts you liked later, meaning likes can also function as a personal archive of posts you want to be able to find later, if you don't want to use your blog for that.

And finally, an important function likes serve that cannot be overlooked is differentiating yourself from a spambot. Spambots are a constant cursed presence, and people generally snipe them on sight (block and report). And one easy way to tell a person from a spambot is that a spambot follows you out of nowhere and does not interact with your posts in any way (maybe reblogs something at some point to make their blog look like it's real). A person, on the other hand, generally follows you because they like some of your posts... which until the recent surge of stupidity, would generally be visible in your notifications via a string of liked posts before, around or after the follow notification. Distinguish yourself from a spambot by also doing that! In my observations, an average like:reblog ratio for posts and for individual followers is about 10:1. That's average, mind you, you have every right to reblog nothing or reblog everything.

(In my personal opinion, it's reblogs without a like that come across as somewhat hostile... but in the recent climate, one has to assume that people don't mean it like that are just took the 'how dare people interact with me without promoting me' moaning seriously)

Voting in polls.

The absolute newest thing to happen on this blue hellsite, and THE lowest commitment you can possibly have. It doesn't require you to write words AND is anonymous. No-one will ever know. But you DO need to make an account, so... still in some ways more commitment than sending an anonymous ask? Judge for yourself!

And please, for the love of god, like the posts you like.

#faesite #tumblr #i hope this is readable enough for how much of a wall of text it is #generally you should be able to just skim and read only the first sentence in each paragraph and get the message #i think

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I posted 1,090 times in 2022

That's 941 more posts than 2021!

211 posts created (19%)

879 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@twinkofthedink

@jedipoodoo

@lizartgurl

@emperor-palpaminty

@queenquazar

I tagged 886 of my posts in 2022

Only 19% of my posts had no tags

#sergeant hunter - 311 posts

#lizart writes - 134 posts

#the bad batch - 95 posts

#lizart speaks - 70 posts

#omega - 67 posts

#my ocs - 60 posts

#saachi gunder - 58 posts

#the bad batch x reader - 56 posts

#arc trooper echo - 52 posts

#tbb x reader - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#also i hate the little 'draft saved' box that pops up every two seconds when you're posting on desktop does it jumpscare anyone else???

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hey!! Any chance I could request a labor fic w fives? If not that’s totally ok I’m just super into pregnant readers lol

YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN ANON I AM GOING INSANE WITH THE IMPLICATIONS OF THIS ASK

(I am also super into pregnant readers in case you can't tell xP)

I Want You Forever And Always (Fives x Pregnant!Reader)

Notes/Warnings: reference to Fives' death but SPOILERS! He's not actually dead. Labor and delivery, pregnancy, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, Order 66 o_o This one is kind of long but i doubt yall will mind

he's just so pretty......

Deep breaths. That's all you had to do. Never mind that a sentient being the size of a bowling ball was preparing to make its entrance to the waking world via a hole on your body that was usually no bigger than a grape. No matter that the galaxy was in the middle of a war that tore each planet at the seams. no matter that your family was stuck on the other side of the galaxy and none of them could be there to support you in this crucial moment

Never mind that the father of your child was dead.

You held the dog tag so tightly in your hand that it left an imprint on your palm. It wasn't an actual dog tag, the Kaminoans were far too advanced to require those, but Fives was charmed with the story you had once told him of how when your grandfather had died in battle during the Hyperspace war, he left a tag with his name, station, and one of his favorite sayings hanging on a chain of metal. When Fives got a fresh suit of armor, he'd cut a piece off of his old chestplate, just above his heart, and hung it on a chain.

You wore the tag like a charm ever since he died, hoping some of the insane good luck that had kept him alive through most of the Clone War would rub off on you and your unborn child.

It worked, kind of. You still had crippling anxiety about raising your child alone on Coruscaunt. You could move back to Dantooine with your family, but there you could only make half on the farm there of what you did with your office job here.

And what if the Kaminoans and the Republic got wind of who the father was? Fives was dead, they couldn't punish him for inappropriate relations, but what if they took your child, claiming that it was their property, just as they had with Fives and the millions of brothers who had died before him in this pointless, endless war.

Despite your worries, the labor was progressing well, or so the med-droid told you. It was covered in a soft, rubbery material that mimicked human skin, offering a comforting touch or an arm to lean on. It was all you had, you weren't complaining.

"Have you picked out a name?" It asked. the modulated voice sounded like your wrinkled old grandmother.

"No, not yet." Another contraction hit, and you breathed steadily as you continued your walk around the room. It wasn't too bad, it was just boring, but the doctor said it was meant to help the birth go faster. Who were you to deny yourself?

"I have a database of every recorded name in the galaxy, should you require inspiration. Would you like me to suggest some appropriate names?"

Names, names, what's in a name? Fives and his brothers had some of the most ridiculous names, but you loved them.

"Sure, why not?" You had nothing else to do, and the news playing on the holomonitor behind you wasn't very interesting at the moment.

Without hesitation, the droid began to rattle off a list of names and their meanings, some of which weren't even in basic.

"Luke is a popular boy's name that originated from Tattooine. In Huttese, it means 'little dragon'."

"Really?" You struggled to stay polite. as another contraction knocked the wind out of your lungs. You gripped the railing of your hospital bed for support.

The nursing droid stroked your arm, but otherwise seemed blissfully unaware of your pain.

"There is also the name Lando, menaing land." Original.

"Of course, Many families have taken to naming their sons after the Jedi Generals who have impacted their lives. Have you any such interactions with the Jedi?"

The most you'd interacted with a Jedi was Fives' General, the Jedi Anakin Skywalker. And that was when you'd drunk him under the table at 79's. Fives had been so proud of you that night.

"Not really," You said, breathing evening out, but now you had to hold back tears again. You had a few more minutes before the next contraction.

"Very well," The lights in the droid's eyes blinked. If droids could feel annoyed, this one certainly would be.

"If all else fails, you could name them after the father."

You laughed humorlessly. "Do you have any definitions for the name Fives?"

"I do not understand," the nurse droid said, "the definition of Five would be 'equivalent to the sum of two and three; one more than four, or half of ten'."

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Kiss Me Slowly (Crosshair x GN!Reader)

Notes: possessive Crosshair, jealous audience, 79's, established Crosshair x Reader. Not stated explicitly, but Cross is wearing a biker jacket on his night out ^_^

Both the Wolfpack and the 212th were on Coruscant, so of course 79's would be packed. Crosshair told you to meet him and the rest of the Batch, but you had barely managed to get off work in time. Even then, there was still a bunch of traffic to get through, and work didn't have you in the best of moods.

Crosshair was waiting for you when you came in, but you brushed him off.

"Not right now," You muttered. You had a headache and you needed Corellian Ale before you could even begin to entertain the idea of spending the rest of your precocious downtime in a crowded, sweaty bar, even if it was with Crosshair.

The hurt on his face haunted you behind closed eyelids as you waited for your drink. Scanning the crowd, you found Crosshair sulking in the usual booth with his brothers.

A small crowd was beginning to form around the infamous Clone Force Ninety-Nine. Hunter and Tech had managed to bring their partners to the side of the booth closest to the wall where they would be the least disturbed, and Wrecker was introducing Echo to some of their friends. Crosshair, however, was being assaulted by a gaggle of tittering fangirls.

You sighed, taking pity on your boyfriend, and figured you may as well go rescue him.

The crowd had tripled by the time you reached them, and you carefully sheltered your drink. You skirted humans, Twi'leks, and other multitudes of species, trying to make your way to the spot Crosshair had saved for you. a spot a blonde-haired natborn was trying to edge her way into, with long lashes and a ruby-red smile. One of the groupies bumped into you from behind, and your drink splashed all over her. Completely on accident, of course.

She let out a vindictive screech as the alcohol soaked into her dress, and spun on you, seething.

"Watch where you're going!" She screeched.

You blinked. "Uh...sorry? It's really crowded in here."

She rolled her eyes, "Of course it's crowded when people like you are just allowed to run amok."

The toothpick in Crosshair's hand snapped in half, and His brothers looked over in silence as her words hung over the group.

You swallowed, struggling to keep your voice calm.

"Excuse me?"

The groupie rolled her eyes, and one of her friends scoffed.

"I mean, seriously, I've seen your kind before. Staring at the boys all night like some creep. You think you'd honestly have a chance with them?" She sneered.

Wrecker couldn't help it anymore, and let out a boisterous laugh that echoed through the bar for a moment, before the music returned to its usual volume. Some of the groupies took that as permission to titter with giggles at your expense.

Hunter smirked into his glass as he took a sip, and then leaned back into the booth with his partner to enjoy the show.

"Who's gonna tell them?" He asked. His partner grinned back at him mischievously. The question was rhetorical, you all knew who was going to make the situation as clear as a kyber crystal to the groupies.

However, your accuser seemed convinced that Hunter was on their side.

"Yeah," She turned back to you, lips curled back to show off pointed canines, "Who's going to tell you, creep?" She almost jabbed a finger at your chest, but someone grabbed her wrist.

Crosshair had seen enough.

"Not them. You," He snarled, shoving her back. The next second, he had an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his side.

"They're mine."

The groupie paled. "Y-you mean...?"

"They're your partner?" Her friend squeaked.

Crosshair flicked his toothpick halves at them. He didn't say a word as he swept you over to the booth, and tucked you into the seat beside him, his arm still firmly around your waist and holding you so close you were practically sitting on his lap.

"As far as you are concerned," He slowly met the groupie's embarrassed gaze, "They're my spouse."

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Adore You (Crosshair x Pregnant! Reader)

Notes: pregnancy, morning sickness, etc, one suggestive line because it's Crosshair, Soft! Crosshair.

Seeing as I have secured my place as the Bad Batch writer with perpetual baby fever, I figured I needed to give the other boys the same treatment. Crosshair was the first request to be made. @writer1

Mando’a translations:

mesh'la - beautiful

ad'ika - little one, child, small one, etc.

buir - parent, mother/father

ba'vod'u - aunt/uncle

Ni kar'tayl gai sa'ad - "I know your name as my child"

Crosshair chuckled. "You look better in my clothes than I do."

You flashed him a smile before pulling the collar of his blacks up over your nose, taking in a deep breath of his scent that lingered on his shirt

"Careful, mesh'la," He warned in a low voice, "You do remember how we ended up in this situation, don't you?"

His hands caressed the swell of your stomach, and Baby kicked out vigorously at the touch of its father.

"You're complaining?" you smirked back at him, placing your hands over his. Crosshair couldn't help but smile, and leaned in to press a kiss to your stomach. He turned slightly, his ear against your tummy, and you gently ran your hands through his curls.

"What do you think they're dreaming about?" He murmured.

You pursed your lips for a moment as you thought, "How excited they are to meet their buir."

Crosshair's fingers traced circles on your tummy. "Hurry up, ad'ika, your buir's dying to meet you."

You laughed, and after a moment the kicking slowed down. Baby was tired, and so were you.

Crosshair kissed your belly one more time before he got up, collecting the rags and dirty clothes from your morning sickness.

"Do you need anything to eat?" he asked.

"Not right now," You took a sip from your canteen, falling back into the pillows. GAR-rationed pillows definitely weren't the most comfortable in the galaxy, but with the ad'ika on the way, all the future ba'vod'u had willingly given up a their pillows to build you a veritable throne. It was perfect to rest in when you got too tired, which was all the time.

You woke up about an hour later to Crosshair massaging your swollen ankles.

"Mmm, that feels heavenly," You told him, "thank you."

"Of course, mesh'la." Crosshair crawled up the bed to lay beside you. You lifted your head slightly so he could tuck one arm under your shoulders, and the other returned to its rightful place on your belly.

He was silent, but that wasn't unusual for him. What was unusual was the touching. Crosshair let you touch him far more than anyone else, but since you got pregnant he was scarcely able to keep his hands off of you.

Tech joked that he enjoyed the "package deal", holding you and the baby at the same time. You had broken down crying from how sweet the thought was (thanks hormones), and it took ten minutes to convince Crosshair that you were okay and they were happy tears and Tech hadn't done anything to upset you.

"Do you think they'll like me?" Crosshair asked out of the blue.

You looked at up him. "Who? The baby?"

He nodded.

You snuggled closer, resting your head against his shoulder. "You're their buir, why wouldn't they love you?"

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Straight Through My Heart (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes: Knives, Physical Proximity, Hunter teaches you how to use a knife properly. Y'all can blame @queenquazar for this one. Love ya boo.

Warnings: Steamy, shameless self-indulgence. Let's say T for Teens.

"Where'd you get this piece of garbage?" Hunter asked all of a sudden. You turned, and you saw him holding the knife you had just bought.

"It was cheap," You shrugged, "And I need a weapon."

Hunter chuckled and shook his head. "This is a Melchi survival knife. It's literally the worst kind you can get." He spun so that he wasn't facing you, and tossed the knife at the target by the door of the Parlor. It just barely skirted the bullseye.

"So it weighs different than your knife."

"No, it weighs the same, but the weight is unevenly distributed. There's no substance in the handle to counterbalance the blade." Hunter waved for you to follow him, and you watched him staring at the knife critically. He gripped the leather-wrapped handle, and instead of pulling it from the wall, he pulled down with all his strength, nearly folding the blade in half before he yanked it out of the wall.

"You ruined it!" You gasped.

"You can have mine." He said quickly. It almost sounded like a joke.

Almost.

Hunter pointed at the different parts of your knife, which now resembled some misshapen corner.

"All knives bend. But if they're made properly, they'll spring back into place." He took his knife and sliced away the leather wrappings. The metal that made up the blade stopped at the handguard, leaving the handle to be made out of crudely polished wood.

Hunter smiled self-righteously. "When the metal goes all the way through the hilt, the knife is more durable and more balanced."

He slipped his knife into your hand, letting you test the weight of it in your palm. It felt almost lighter than air, regardless of how firm the steel was against your fingertip. Hunter slid a finger down the back of the knife, showing you the cutaway section of the knife to prove the metal went all the way down to the hilt. You suppressed a shiver at the sharpness of the blade as you tested your thumb against it.

"I stand corrected, Sergeant," you admitted with wounded pride, "It seems I have much to learn."

Hunter chuckled. "That's what I'm here for, sweetheart. Want a few pointers?"

Your heart beat loudly. You knew how to defend yourself, just not necessarily with a blade as short as Hunter's knife.

"Sure," You shrugged and tossed him his knife, trying to play it off.

Hunter took the leather from your poor excuse of a knife, and carefully wrapped it around the blade for protection.

"When I trained on Kamino, I used a short wooden staff. Just be careful with this," He warned you. His voice was so soft and gentle, you had to nod in compliance.

He smiled, "The first thing you wanna learn, after knowing that you don't hold the sharp end-" He tossed the knife up in the air, catching the blade between his fingertips, "-Is how to keep it balanced."

He demonstrated one of his usual tricks, effortlessly weaving the blade around and in between his fingers fluidly. It hypnotized you like an optical illusion, and you shook your head to make yourself pay attention.

Hunter handed you the hilt of the knife, and you tried to copy what you had seen him do.

He chuckled, shaking his head at your failed attempt. "No, you wanna get your fingers out of the way. If you spin in like that, the uncovered blade will slice your palm open. Move your fingers out of the way, the momentum of the knife will take care of the motions."

You tried again, and the leather-wrapped blade smacked into the palm of your hand. You huffed in frustration.

"Here," Hunter came around behind you, placing his palm on the back of your hand. He lined up his fingers with each of yours, using the lightest of pressure.

"Try slower," He whispered, resting his chin on your opposite shoulder so he could peer around your head to watch your next attempt.

"It's the thumb and the middle finger. Rotate your wrist with the spin so the knife goes under your hand."

With your thumb and middle finger lightly pinched between his fingers and the blade, you gave a little flick with your wrist. Hunter's grip wouldn't let you go too fast, though, and you slowly followed his motions through the twist.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hello dear! I have a request for you, so lately I have been having the craziest baby fever, so I was thinking, how are the batches baby fever like? I like to hc that they slowly hint it out for a while until they really want to have a baby 😅

THIS IS THE BEST ASK I HAVE GOTTEN IN THE HISTORY OF MY ASKS

Notes: I focused a lot more on pregnancy than adoption in this one, with an exception for Echo because I really don't know for sure what happened to his body. That being said, adoption is a perfectly viable option even if both parents are able to conceive. If you would like me to write something centered on adoption, feel free to drop an ask!

Warnings: babies, baby fever, pregnancy, labor, morning sickness, infertility, adoption, Couvade Syndrome.

The Bad Batch + Baby Fever (afab Reader)

First of all, loyalty means everything to the clones, and loyalty means family. They would do anything for their brothers.

They've been kept from so much in their short lives, the idea of having a spouse and kids of their own seems impossible during the war

So once the war is over (in canon or in one where Papa Palps kicks the bucket before Order 66) endless opportunities are suddenly presented to the Bad Batch.

The one that stands out to them is having a family. Having a loyal partner, and having or adopting kids that they can give a better future than they grew up with.

There have been so many things in the galaxy they can't control, but this is one that they can.

Echo:

Echo wants to be a dad SO BAD

Growing up with Domino squad, he always felt so protective of his brothers and when nights on Rishi got long and boring, they'd talk about what their lives would be like after the war.

After Rishi, he felt like he'd lost the opportunity to have that future he'd imagined with his brothers, but at least had Fives to dream of that future with.

Echo needs people. He needs family. He is so glad to have the batch now, and you.

When you start talking about a family, he is really nervous about pressing anything. But you can tell how much he's holding back.

Once you tell him you want to have kids, the dam bursts. He physically cannot keep it in.

He has a list of baby names a mile long. Most are in honor of the many brothers he's interacted with, but he does some looking into traditionally feminine names as well.

Everyone says Tech's the one doing research but Echo is the one who reads operation manuals for fun.

This man has read every parenting book/pamphlet in existence, and has promptly thrown out the ones that aren't helpful.

He will read these parenting helps to you at night, and it does help you fall asleep but Echo keeps pinching you to stay awake because "This is important, Cyare!"

Because of his trauma, you have to get a bit creative. You can adopt, or you can do IVF. His brothers would be happy to help out.

You can't go through any adoption agencies with the Empire on your tail, so most of it is being on the lookout for kids that need help when you're on missions or walking through Mantell City.

"What about that one-" "Her mom is right over there, babe."

Echo will adopt every child in sight. He is just as bad as Hunter.

If you choose to end up getting pregnant, he goes insane. He can't take his eyes off of you. He hates being away from you, and if he can't bask in your presence for >.2 seconds expect lots of calls like "Hi Cyar’ika how are you and the baby doing?? 🥺"

(if you happen to find out that you're having twins he will faint on the spot. And then promptly rearrange his blueprints for the nursery).

Tech:

Tech gets a baby shoved into his arms when they're trying to evacuate a village while it's mother takes another one of her children to safety.

Tech.exe has stopped working.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #okay but the fact that fives is my fifth most popular post is actually incredible #also the baby fever #😩😩😩😩#bless up yall

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anendoandfriendo · 2 years

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Maybe we're just too nice, but people like this never fucking learn unless you scare the shit outta them a lil' so —

[Hi, it's REDACTED (another resident who got the email on REDACTED).

I just wanted to make sure you knew everyone else was still tagged in the email you sent to REDACTED (who I've cc'ed just in case).

Please untag me from emails with personal information that is not my own, I hope you have a nice day today.]

Next time it's gonna be, like. A jumpscare or something we stg. We're joking but are also entirely serious, the topic in question had some serious personal information that just Do Not leave in a mass email. We don't know how else to get it through the skulls of some of these people, because we've literally seen the apartment residents leave everything from school essays to taxes just sitting on a shared/apartment lobby desktop. Like. At least use your goddamn phone if you don't have a thumb drive.

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(in reference to Markiplier's video "Endless Cycle of Death" on his FNAF playlist) One more time. One more time! On more tiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmeeeeeeee -jumpscare here-

Re-introduction Post

My name on the Internet is Avery, Aves, or Vid (I wish I still had proof of my nickname for this one especially after that one Hazbin episode title)

My pronouns are she/her/hers and I'm non conforming I also just identify as gay/queer because I just find grown adults really attractive okay xP (I have strong feelings about this and sometimes post about it so if you're a part of the LGBTQ2IA community then please just understand I've been here for 2 decades because I realized I liked men and women at 7 I shit you not, so I'm not baselessly running my mouth okay?)

I'm 27 and I have a kid, a husband, a boyfriend and someone I'm debating on giving a second chance (ethical non-monogamy)

I am relenting my minors DNI and DNF rule (hesitantly) but moving forward you will be able to find this banner at least at the top of every post (if not 2-3 times more plus a break in the post to give you time to scroll away) minors should not interact with

I'm mostly here for fandom stuff but there's only a handful I'll post about on here (I'll like and reblog from a bunch of stuff also DW you never have to worry about me reposting your stuff) because y'all might think this place is algorithmless but it's not

These are the few fandoms I'll post about consistently:

-PJO (obviously)

-Good Omens

-JJK (mostly smut. Like 95% smut)

-She-Ra (kinda only when I'm rewatching it)

There will be times I post about my plants (in case you were curious, the sunflowers all died 2/4 from my son, 1/4 from too many direct UVs from my lamp and 1/4 form not having enough space to dig its roots properly apparently they need like 6+ feet above and below ground. Who knew?) and that will only increase in frequency in about 2 months when I can reasonably start buckling down the resources for my garden.

I do have two side blogs but one wont have anymore post uploads unless I decide to pick another niche She-Ra moment to catalog for you guys. The second is on an indefinite hiatus because I don't have the time to do daily, let alone weekly, posts. They can be found here (fluff) and here (Hey Adora).

I also have other social media in case you want to follow me there too. I don't usually link them all to the same account because I just really have never liked the idea of everyone following me everywhere. Doesn't leave me any space to talk shit. I had a discord for my Tumblr but anything I post not fandom related goes like 99% ignored (shout-out to @/scrawlingwithstyle for always liking my personal posts you are amazing) so I won't try to set one of those up again for a while.

My personal tags are #vid speaks #vid rants and #vid's beef

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Took me three days to finish the Salt Route concept video and god i'm gonna be such a hater im gonna put this under the cut but i don't want my poor ex to hear me complain so yall must suffer on her place

LIKE, MAN. I'll start off by saying the technical stuff was okay. I really enjoyed the music (gonna try find the fight song), the animations weren't perfect but were good enough and the random drawings were nice I liked those jumpscares. There's things like the shaking textboxes and Queen's fight background changing color which were Something but it was fine.

WHAT WAS NOT FINE WAS THE FUCKING LAG. THAT WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING WHY ON EAAARTH DID THEY ADD LAG⁉️

Anyway even if you overlook the lag, the real problem of this video is the story on its own, which is arguably the most important part.

(also there were some issue with the pacing but more on that later-)

This recreation respected the main story beats but added sooo much in between. And some of it was alright! I loved the fucking Roulx bit so much and the Swatchling dying was cool too, but... Most other additions felt like so much.

Like, the problem really lies in the fact that you cannot forget what the source material is like. Even during Snowgrave this game remains goofy! Look at Spamton NEO's fight, the dialogue is so sad and yet so funny. HE EVEN TELLS YOU TO GO PLAY MINECRAP AT SOME POINT!

You cannot ignore the sheer goofiness in Spamton tagging along with Kris because he lost his goddamn keys. The video took itself way too seriously, when there was so much comedy to play off on! Roulx at least did his part for that 🙏😔

Unfortunately the absence of goofiness translates as an over presence of edginess. And with edginess comes out of characterness. And lord did this get kind of edgy. Like, I get it, snowgrave, manipulation and whatnot, but they ramped it waaay up to the point it just made Kris seem evil for no reason!

Because we sure as hell started this route but Kris was the one to continue it. Like when they tied Spamton up. What was up with that? Or hell, THE SOLID MINUTE BEATING HE TOOK. The player didn't instruct them to do any of those, Kris did it on their own. And it's almost fucking hilarious to see, but it's played completely straight, it's Narmy as fuck !!!!

Kris wasn't the only OOC tho, Spamton was too. Sure Kris has him at the foot of the canyon doing all the murdering himself, and the Addison bit was edgy but I can excuse it bc 1) I have a soft spot I'm not all hate 2) it was in the dream, but this puppet would NOT care about killing so many. His ass did not FLINCH when giving you the thorn ring. He was soooo okay with you freezing everyone, to act like this would be any different is just untrue.

And!!! And, another thing. The heart ripping off part. I have very mixed feelings about that... I mean, i think it's meant to have some Deeper Meaning? As to justify Spamton's ending? More on that in a second btw; but like, I think Spamton was just huffing copium to justify getting his ass handed by a 13 yo. So it's like... It's the same as I said with Spamton's reaction, Kris wouldn't care more about this than they cared about Snowgrave.

UNLESS they just tried to rip their heart out bc they fucking hated Spamton and couldn't stand being around his annoying ass any second longer, in which case the beating is justified too, but that's just a possible interpretation 👍 KEHEMDHNDDB

Like, so much would've had improved if this video stuck to the stablished in Snowgrave and in the og post, going not for physical abusive but psychological one. I'm sure the post said you had to CONVINCE Spamton, that would've been way more fitting to see! And it makes Kris neutral while we are evil.

But, hey, it wasn't all bad, so let me point out some bits I REALLY liked that I haven't pointed out yet like: the boat ride pic. The little comment as they pretended to be friends about it not being genuine was so good. The Swatchling dying and Queen trying to interrupt also was sick. Roulx, cannot stress that enough... SWATCH'S LIL GOOFY ASS LETTER, SAYING TO NOT BE BLUE. Also Swatch (or a Swatchling but I think it was the bird themselves) jumpscared me hard when they went behind the door. God, and the queen fight too, that was so faithful.

But! It segways me perfectly into my last complain which is ! The pacing of this video was so over the place omfg. There's so many scenes that did NOT need to be that long. Like c'mon, we already had deviations from the original gameplay, you don't need to make fights like 5 minutes long.

Wild to see how good the op was at some very hard attacks but how bad they were at others.

OVERALL 👏 no hard feelings toward the creator I fully encourage you watching the video and agreeing or disagreeing with me but man, how I wish it had been sillier. That's my final review of the salt route concept video 👍

#luly talks #THIS WASN'T MEANT TO BE SO FUCKING LONG 🫣#i dont even have a tag for this im not putting my hate on main

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