#anyway I just needed to hype myself up because it has been. a very very very very very rough 48 hours.

[motherloads]

After the Storm

Just finished watching OPLA, and I have been inspired. Watching it whilst doing my readings for class got me hyped. Now, I'm watching The Little Mermaid and a little something piqued my interest.

I'm a sucker for crossovers that people never create, but do be warned all of my fics are literally the same. I realized this while typing this out. Oops lol.

Couldn't decide between Sanji and Zoro, both very lovely beings. I eventually did figure out who but I love tough decision-making.

Summary: Reader silently grieves her loss of her family. Fortunately, she focuses on her new found feelings for a certain Pirate Hunter. Not one to return feelings, she feels herself begin to spiral over his ignorance.

A jump that creates worry and a short confession ensues.

-> Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

-> One Piece/Percy Jackson Crossover

-> Warnings: None!

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So if you need a hero Just look in the mirror No one’s gonna save you now So you better save yourself

"I like you," She broadly proclaims to the green-haired man in front of her. Tapping her foot patiently, she awaits his answer. His look gave no indication that he felt anything about her broad claim. Still, she smiles up at him, waiting.

"I know," He answers instead, "You tell me every week since we met. My answer won't change." She pouts at his answer, shaking her head in denial.

"People's hearts always change, Zoro! You may never know when you will fall in love with me," She teases, poking his arm in a teasing manner. Instead of waiting for his response, she hums a goodbye, skipping away from the man who made no move to leave the spot he was rooted to.

Once she was gone, he felt his shoulders sag, feeling the stress of her new proclamation take a toll on him. It wasn't as if he didn't have any interest in her because he absolutely did.

But, in order to become the greatest Swordsman, he couldn't afford any distractions. Whether it would make him feel things he silently longed for.

"Luffy," She speaks up, finding the captain in the kitchen and eating the leftovers of Sanji's meal. The boy perks up at his name, smiling at the woman with a mouth filled with food, "I need to speak with you."

Taking a big gulp of his milk, Luffy pats the seat next to him, "What do you need? How has your stay been since you joined the crew!" When she sits, he slings an arm around her, "Had any luck with that goal of yours?"

Luffy, ever so oblivious of her onslaught to Zoro had assumed she had another goal in motion. He was not wrong per se, but she had put off that goal when she realized it may not be feasible.

"Don't think it's worth pursuing anymore," She fiddles with her thumbs, ignoring the pain she felt from the memories resurfacing of her family. "It'll never happen anyways. It's an impossible goal that I don't think anyone could ever get."

She missed them.

"Why not? No pirate should ever have to give up their dream!" He stands up abruptly, slamming his hands on the table, "You can't give up! I believe in you, whatever your goal may be!"

She laughs at Luffy's free spirit, the way he held himself as if there were no current problems in this world. As if the bounty now over his head wasn't a looming future of what his life would be like as a pirate.

"You are really like him," She muses, pushing Luffy's shoulder playfully, "Every time I speak to you, it feels like I'm speaking to an old friend."

"Boyfriend, perhaps?" Sanji speaks up, entering the kitchen to prepare for the dinner, "What a shame, thought I could have you all to myself!"

Luffy snickers at his comment as she rolls her eyes at his words, "Just an old friend. Someone I miss dearly." She stands up, waving at the two who waved back, "I'm going to take a quick nap. Tell me when the food is ready." She leaves after hearing both the men confirm.

Her shoes hit the floor as she leisurely walks towards the place where she can rest with the rest of the crew. She sees the men's quarters open ajar. Looking inside, she sees Zoro sound asleep. His singular katana is beside him, resting.

She provided minimal information to the crew about who she was. She had a preference for swords, but she neglected to inform them that she had the capability to wield any weapons. She enjoyed swimming, but she avoided informing them that she could enter the depths of the ocean and be able to breathe. That the moment she stepped out, she could be as dry as the desert.

If her emotions grew haywire, she had the capability to do unimaginable things that a simple human cannot do.

It was just the perks of being Posideon's daughter, she mused in her head.

She sits on the floor near Zoro's head, analyzing his relaxed facial structures quietly. A whisper of her fingers outlined his nose structure. To his lips, she lets her hand slip away back into her lap.

Her first meeting with Zoro sticks to her mind.

The amount of alcohol she had consumed today had caused her to be slightly tipsy, but she ignored how her eyes fluttered. For once, she felt free from her thoughts.

She quickly follows behind Zoro who stops in his path. He turns his head to her figure as she pauses in her own path. "Do you need something?" He questions her, already bored by their interaction.

"I think you're really cool," She announces, taking out her hand as she introduces herself. Zoro has turned his full attention to her, crossing his arms, refusing to shake her hand. She shakes her own hand in response.

"I don't know you." He feels his lip twitch at her friendly personality peaking through with her manners. The way she played with the hem of her sweater that was already falling apart. Then, with the way her eyes glowed brightly--he felt almost entranced with how she stared at him, unafraid. He noticed that she was shoeless but somehow, her socks stayed perfectly white.

"We can get to know each other!" She smiles, stepping closer, "I'm really interested in traveling with others. I've heard several stories of Monkey D. Luffy and he is your captain, right?"

"What's it to you?" Zoro steps closer to her as well, narrowing his eyes at how her smile didn't waver.

"I'd like to join the crew! If he'd let me, of course. I have many talents, so I think I could be beneficial to you all."

"And why would I let that happen?"

She pokes his arm, a sly grin replacing her smile, "I'm too trusting and serve for the people who help me in return. You and your captain help me with my travels, and I'll help you all as well."

Zoro stays silent for a moment until he tilts his head and beckons her to follow. Following quickly, she began to walk side by side with Zoro who avoided looking at the woman who continued to eye him. He started to grow nervous with her stare until he found where he knew Luffy was.

Hopefully.

He opens the door, letting the woman step inside as she looks around the empty kitchen. Apart from the boy in the straw hat who hummed while scavenging for food. Zoro clears his throat as Luffy turns around, a grin replacing his humming.

"Zoro! Hey!" Luffy exclaims, taking his hands out from the jar of cookies as he goes to hug Zoro. Zoro ignores the look he receives from the woman as Luffy brings him in with excitement.

"I have someone who wants to speak with you." Zoro tilts his head towards the woman who smiles at Luffy. Luffy smiles back as she takes out her hand. He lets go of Zoro and shakes her hand frantically. They both opted to ignore the crumb-filled hands he gave her.

She introduces herself, as Luffy does as well. Zoro watches the interaction silently, leaning on the counter.

"It'd be an honor to join your crew. Like I told Zoro, I think I'd be beneficial to you all." Luffy, as the boy he is, immediately agreed.

Zoro shouldn't have been taken aback, but somehow he still was.

"Luffy, I understand how easygoing you were when Usopp joined, but seriously, you didn't think twice." Zoro shakes his head as the duo turns to look at him.

"I trust her! Plus, it'd be nice for Nami to have a girl friend in the crew!" Luffy exclaims, not understanding the gravity of his actions. "It'll be fine! She wouldn't betray us!"

She grins at Zoro, nudging his side with her elbow, "It'd be nice. We already have so much in common." Zoro immediately disagrees, not seeing anything that he has in common with the woman.

"I don't think--" He gets cut off, lost for words as in a blink of an eye, two swords appeared in her hands. She easily moved the weapons with ease, preventing the two men from being nicked. In a light manner, she pointed the tip of her swords at each of the men's throats.

'WOAH!" Luffy shouts, "Where did they come from?! That's sooo cool!"

Zoro is lost for words at her weapons, staring at how the swords glint because of the lights, "The material...what is it?"

"Something a friend of mine created. He's outstanding with making weapons that work on mor--that works for me." She tilts her wrist, watching the swords disappear from sight.

"How did they just disappear! That's amazing! Do you think you can teach me that?!" Luffy shakes her, his laughter makes her laugh with him.

"Unfortunately I can't. That's my little secret." She winks at Zoro. He stares at her quietly with nothing to tell her. To say that she has already made an impression on him, he felt...good.

Unknowingly to her, His heart skipped a beat at this realization.

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Without thinking, she begins to speak, "I don't think I've ever met anyone like you. You're unique, in your own way and it's cute, the way you won't give up." She paused, looking back at his singular sword, "The amount of times Usopp retold the story of your defeat is uncanny, and I applaud your effort." She traces her finger along the dents on the floor.

"Luffy and Usopp remind me of Leo. He's energetic, and he loves building otherworldly things. Not only was he a big goof, he was a fireball, literally." She smiles at the memory, "Nami is like Annabeth. They're both intelligent and do not need anyone to get out of tough situations."

"Sanji protects his friends no matter what. I heard what he did for that Chef who took him in...he really is like my brother. Although Percy doesn't flirt with every woman, they both would do anything for their loved ones."

She runs her hands softly through Zoro's hair. He didn't move an inch, "I don't belong here. I'm an outcast compared to the rest of the crew. I already have my own." She stands up, looking down at Zoro sadly, he made no indication that he was listening.

"This is my goodbye Zoro, Maybe I'll see you around?" She leaves the room, leaving the man alone.

Awake the whole time, he opens his eyes and stares at the open door. She couldn't possibly leave, she had no way to leave. They were in the middle of the ocean with no land anywhere near their vicinity. Where is she going?

Standing up, he leaves the room, looking for the woman who had taken his breath away when he fought with her. When she easily maneuvered out of his traps and created her own. At some points, he felt like she was going easy on him as if he wasn't doing the same.

He bumps into Sanji, who informs him that dinner is ready. He ignored the blonde man who took great offense to it. Sanji follows behind him when he realizes that Zoro is off.

They find Nami, who looks at them in confusion, and why Sanji gestured for her to follow. With no hesitance, she followed.

Luffy, who had begun eating and talking animatedly with Usopp paid no mind to the trio. He continued to slurp his food until he felt Nami pulling his ear and taking him with him. He grabs onto Usopp, who is dragged away to whatever they are following.

She steps on top of the head of the ship, looking down at the raging water awaiting her. The familiar hum of the ocean lulls her closer. She steps closer to the edge, taking a look behind her. There was nobody there. Now was her chance.

She already removed her shoes, finding it better to swim with only her socks. She knew her shoes wouldn't get wet if she did not allow it, but her mind screamed to leave them behind.

She spreads her arms wide, letting her body lean forward into the water. The splash she had created felt soothing against her body, as she felt her body sink lower and lower into the ocean. She feels another presence in the water. When she opens her eyes, she is face to face with Zoro.

His wound hadn't quite healed, and he struggled to swim closer to the woman who looked shocked at his appearance. His shoes were still on, he didn't stop to take them off. None of that mattered. He needed to save her.

He reaches out for her, holding her body close to his. He was slowly losing his ability to hold his breath as he kicked upwards to hit the surface of the water. When the water began to grow restless, he felt himself lose grip of the woman who made no effort to swim up with him.

In a split second, Zoro was able to breathe again. He greedily took breaths of the air he was lacking as he coughed out the water choking him. He hears a soothing voice urge him to breathe. When he sees water begin to float out of his mouth and into nothing, he allows himself to breathe.

He finds himself in a bubble in the water they were traveling in. In front of him was her. She was safe. And somehow, she was dry. That was when he realized he was dry too. Zoro pinches himself, making sure that he wasn't dreaming.

The sea creatures swim around the bubble, creating their own smaller bubbles of excitement from seeing the woman. To see the Princess back in the waters in which she belonged.

She pushes Zoro's bangs to the side, holding his face in between the palms of her hands as a soft smile blooms from her lips.

"I wasn't doing anything bad if you thought I needed saving," She whispers, "I had to go for my own good. I couldn't do this anymore."

“What—“ Zoro’s breathing finally begin to stabilize, “What is this?” He pokes at the barrier keeping them from the rest of the ocean, keeping them from sinking and losing sight of the ship. If he squinted, he could see the blurred body of the crew.

“A bubble I created.” Was her only response. She wasn’t planning on revealing anything to him. She was still convinced she was going to leave. It’s not like they could swim fast enough to catch her.

Zoro notices how the conversation about the bubble had immediately ended. Deciding to figure that answer out in later time, he answers back to the beginning of the conversation.

"I know." He tells her, "I heard everything. You have another crew. But..." He hesitates, trying to find his words, "We're friends too, right? Please, stay. "

"I don't see you as a friend, Zoro."

"I-" Zoro pauses, "I don't either."

"You don't have to tell me just because Zoro. I've asked you countless times."

"I didn't want to admit it to myself." He reveals, holding her hands in place on his face to stop her from removing herself from him, "I have to focus on my goal. I can't be distracted. Next time I see Mihawk, I need to defeat him."

'Stop being prideful, Zoro. Ignoring how you feel and assuming such things are not it."

"What about you? Leaving us because you think you're an outcast." He glares, "We need you. I need you. You can't go. We're a crew, whether you already have one or not."

“They aren’t a crew to me. They’re my family,” She reveals, looking behind Zoro as a sea creature swims past them, “I don’t think I can go back anyways. It’s not a possibility I foresee.”

“Then why did you leave?”

“I’m tired, Zoro.”

“We can be tired together.”

“A tired duo?” She laughs pathetically, “You’re really good at convincing me to stay.”

“I’d do anything to have you stay.” He informs her, bringing her hands towards his chest. She feels his heartbeat for a moment as she gazes at the previous wound he received from Mihawk. For a long moment she stared, brushing her fingers on the gauze that began to bleed through. In a careful motion, she untangled the gauze. It stuck for a moment before falling in Zoro’s lap.

She traces the outline of the harsh lines, feeling the difference in skin compared to the rest of his body. It was another minute before she collected the water surrounding them and directed it towards the wound.

The blood mixed in with the water for a moment and Zoro expected the wound begin to sting because of the salty water. Instead, he felt a soothing sensation from the wound that began to scar over. As if it had been healed for a long time.

“What are you?” He sets his eyes on her face. She avoids looking at him, staring intently at the scar on his chest, “Anything you tell me, It’ll stay with me.”

“The others—“ She looks up at the blurry figures who still looked over the edge, “I’ve told Nami snippets of who I am. I think she’s keeping them from jumping overboard.”

“Tell me.” He urges, leaning in closer to the woman, “Please.”

“Only if you don’t reject me again.”

“You’re persistent,” He replies instead, “Okay.”

She leans in response, gazing at his eyes for any more confirmation. That he would change his mind and pop the bubble and escape from her reach. She waits for the moment he calls her a monster. He was a hunter after all. When he made no other sound, she leans her forehead against his. Closing her eyes, she felt his calloused hands rest on her neck. Feeling the ghost of his lips on the corner of her own made her shiver.

She does the same to him, following a path closer to his ear. She is near his earlobe as he feels her soft breath against his ear. He shivers in return, closing his eyes and relishing the moment.

She kisses him there when she finally whispers.

“I’m the daughter of Poseidon. God of the Sea. A demigod.”

#crossover #reader insert #zoro roronoa x reader #opla fanfiction #roronoa zoro x reader

[julienbakerpls]

Happy Birthday Part 1

Julien Baker/Reader

requests - "ok! i was thinking i’ve seen this concept before but like a fic where it’s like a tattoo/piercing shop au and julien works there and pierces reader’s nipples or does a tattoo for her and then asks her out afterwards? and maybe reader has lower pain tolerance and is nervous about it so julien comforts her?"

"need julien saying good girl…"

It was your birthday and you have been hyping yourself up for this for the last year and now you were really going to do it. You booked and prepaid the piercing parlor where you were going to get your nipples pierced. You'd wanted to do this forever but kept putting it off because of how scared you were, and also how much anxiety the thought of taking off your shirt in front of a stranger filled you with.

But it was officially your birthday, and you'd already told your best friend that you were doing this. And honestly she scared you enough that you now kinda had to go through with it.

Your appointment was at 12pm today and it was currently, you paused to check the clock in your car. 11:45am. Okay so it was now or never.

You slowly climbed out of your car, making your way to the shop door. The place had been advertised as a very queer friendly place and that was proven true when you walked in and saw all the pride flags hanging up.

You walked over to the woman behind the counter, she had short black hair, was wearing red lipstick and she was stunning.

"Hi, um I have an appointment at 12 for some piercings?" you asked, feeling anxious and overall too embarrassed to say that you were getting your nipples pierced. She smiled kindly at you and told you that the piercer would be with you in a few minutes.

You attempted to make yourself comfortable in the small lounge area, but failed miserably.

"Y/n?" a voice called, you looked up to see a woman covered in tattoos with big brown eyes smiling at you.

"Yeah, yes sorry." You answered walking over to her. You were surprised to be a few inches taller than her, considering you were usually considered short.

"Alright, if you'll follow me then." She spoke softly and turned around motioning for you to follow her. You took a deep breath before entering the small room after her.

"Okay so i'm just going to lock the door for your privacy, and we can get started. It looks like your getting both nipples pierced?" She asked, looking up from her paperwork.

"Um yes yeah." You stuttered still not fully over how attractive she was.

"Alrighty, oh and it says it's your birthday today, Happy birthday! I'm Julien, I realized I forgot to introduce myself earlier, sorry." She said, making her way over to you and smiling shyly. You felt your stomach swoop, at her big smile.

"Y/n, but you know that already." You spoke, face turning red. She laughed a little reaching back to tie her hair back into a bun. You weren't expecting the physical reaction your body had to that simple everyday action.

"Okay, so you can take off your shirt and bra whenever your ready.." Julien smiled, turning around to give you privacy, but then she seemed to think better about it and turning back around since she'd have to see you shirtless anyways.

You laughed at her actions, before pulling your shirt over your head and reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You watched the blush creep up her neck and into her cheeks, as she tried to get control of her features.

"Okay, so i'm just going to mark on both sides where the needle is going to go through okay?" Julien said using a toothpick with ink on it to mark both sides of your nipples.

"I have to get your nipples hard for me to be able to pierce them, this is completely not sexual or anything." Her face still slightly pink, but over all completely serious. She helped you lay down on the bench, moving so she was leaning over you. She tugged on your left nipple, her face completely focused on her task. You had to close your eyes, and try to calm yourself down, chanting over and over in your head that this was her job and not sexual in any way.

"Okay, take a deep breath in and release it when I tell you to okay?" Julien asked, smiling down at you. You nodded and she signaled for you to take a deep breath in, you felt the needle against your nipple.

"Breathe out for me." Julien said, you did as instructed, and she pushed the needle through your left nipple.

"Good girl." She spoke softly, screwing the piercing closed.

"Mmmmm fuuuuck." You groaned out, tears filling your eyes.

"Hey hey you did so good for me." Julien soothed you.

"That hurt so much more than I thought it would." You said in almost a whine, your pain tolerance being almost nonexistent.

"Okay one more, deep breath in..... and out." She said in a quiet but firm voice, pushing the needle through.

"Ow fuuuck" You cried, the tears falling from your eyes. Julien quickly grabbed a tissue for you, whipping under your eyes.

"You did so good, and it's over now!" She smiled down at you, moving to get a cotton swab to dab the blood away.

"It's over?" You asked, feeling anxious that you'd never be able to think of another reason to see her again.

"Yeah, you're all set. Just some ground rules, clean them twice a day until they're healed enough to stop getting those little crusts around them. Oh and don't let anyone suck on them or anything for at least 2 months." Julien said, patting your thigh.

"Oh okay, um do I like need to come back for you to check on them at all?" You asked hopefully.

"Not unless you want to, or think you might have an infection." she said with her back to you disposing of the used needles.

"And if I just want to see you.... specifically?" You asked hesitantly, putting your shirt back on. You watched as Julien froze, it was subtle but enough for you to notice and feel like you crossed a line.

"Unless you don't want that... it's fine, uh thank you for the piercings." You called out, swinging the door open and quickly making your way to the front desk to pay. You saw another client go back as soon as you made it to the lobby, sighing and pulling out your card to pay.

"Okay so the total is 150 with the cleaning spray, if you have any questions or concerns feel free to call us." The woman at the front desk smiled, handing you your bag as her phone dinged. She stopped what she was doing to read the message.

"Oh and um there's this bar, that's like right down the street called The Red Door, it's a super chill place to just go and have a few drinks. They also have live music... you should check it out... specifically on Friday nights." She smiled at you, as you started to make your way out the door.

"Yeah sure, Thank you!" You called over your shoulder, you were so anxious you could almost ignore the throbbing coming from your chest. As you climbed in your car you noticed that you left your favorite bra on the table in there, deciding it was now gone forever you started the car and drove home.

-Okay so part two will be better but i wanted to do a little time skip specifically 2 months... so the end is kinda angsty but i don't think y'all are ready for how smuty the next part will be... 🫣

#julien baker x reader #julien baker #phoebe bridgers #lucy dacus #boygenius

[themoonking]

breaking / preventing bad booktok habits

no one asked my opinion, but i've been thinking about this a lot so i'm going to give it anyway.

consumerism on booktube is a tale as old as time, and it's just as bad if not worse on booktok (due to the norm on tikok being to post something new at least once a day), and that leads a lot of book influencers (both on youtube and tiktok, and even instagram to an extent) into some really bad spending and consumption habits

this is my very long opinion piece on some tips and changes to make if you've already developed these bad habits or feel like you're about to.

tldr: stop buying in to hype and by more mindful about what you buy, and REMEMBER THAT LIBRARIES EXIST.

go to the library

quite simple. allows you to read as many books as you want without spending money or cluttering your home. and if you argue back that your local library is small / doesn't have a large selection, that's all the more reason to support it!! it won't grow or improve if it doesn't have people behind it.

getting rid of books

don't feel like you have to get rid of books even if you enjoyed them. i myself have larger book collection than most people i know. but you do have to make peace with the idea of getting rid of books from time to time. stop treating it like the worst thing that ever happened to you.

next time your bookshelf is full, don't immediately jump to buying a new shelf. instead, go through your entire collection and see what you really want to keep. do the marie kondo thing and take everything off the shelf so you can go through each book one by one. go over it multiple times over a couple of days, so you can come at it with fresh eyes.

when you look at each individual book, really think about it. ask yourself: did i even like this book? if i did, will i ever reread it? was it important to me or was it just a book i enjoyed and will never think about again? if i can't remember my feelings on a book, am i willing to reread it to find out?

if you have books that you were neutral on, that you liked but not in any notable way, or that you straight up didn't enjoy, it might be time to move on from them. donate to your local library: if you didn't enjoy them, there might be someone out there who might, and if you did enjoy them, they're right there if you ever have the urge to read them again.

don't think about book purges as tearing apart your perfect collection, but instead think about it as making room for something new that you enjoy and appreciate a lot more.

if you've gone over your collection multiple times and you still have no room, then feel free to buy a new shelf and expand your collection. obviously, as you read more books you'll find more that meant a lot to you that you want to keep. again, it's not about mimimalism, it's about mindfulness.

unread books

some book influencers (and their fans) have a MASSIVE problem with unread books. as in, they have 100+ on their shelves and they keep buying more to add to the pile. if you have books in your collection that have remained unread for years... it might be time to get rid of some of them. sorry.

do the same thing with the unread books as you did with the read books: go over them one by one and really think about why you're keeping them.

how long have you had it? if you've had a book for 5+ years, and you haven't felt the urge to read it yet, do you really think you're ever going to? read the description: does it seem like something that actually interests you, or did you buy it on a whim? perhaps it interested you when you bought it, but time has passed and tastes change; does it interest you now?

if you haven't touched or even thought about a book in multiple years but you can't bring yourself to get rid of it because "well maybe someday i'll need it!!" consider how dangerously close to hoarder mentality you're getting.

if you're really convinced that you'll enjoy a certain book, set it aside. make the books you set aside your priority for the next 6 months / the next year and don't buy anymore in that timeframe. if by the end of that time you haven't read the books you set aside, it's time to accept that you are simply never going to read them, and its better that they get some use rather than collect dust.

once again: donate any you get rid of to the library. if you're worried that you're going to suddenly want to read them (even though you haven't for years) and won't have them anymore, remember that if you give them to library they will be right there for you to borrow whenever you like. except that, in the time between you donating them and reading them, they won't have simply been sitting on your shelf gathering dust. instead, other people will have gotten the chance to read them and perhaps enjoyed them more than you ever would.

buying books

quite simply, just be more mindful about the books you buy.

when a new book becomes trendy on booktok or booktube, don't buy it right away. a lot of book influencers' unread books tend to be ones that they bought because they were really popular online, but that they lost interest in when the trend died out. if you're worried about missing out, remember that the book will still be available when the trend dies, and if you're only interested in something so you can partake in the trend... you're not really interesting in the book. you're interested in the clout.

when a book trend catches your eye, takes some time to think about it instead. first of all, does the book actually seem like something you're interested in? yes, everyone on booktok is talking about this new historical romance, but do you even like historical romance? this new epic fantasy is filling your youtube recommendations, but do you even like epic fantasy? look at reviews. look at reviews from people you know have similar tastes to you. did they like it? were the things they liked about it things that you enjoy?

if after thinking it through you're still engaged, go ahead and buy it! once again, its not about mimimalism. it's not about having less books. it's about mindfulness.

if you're subscribed to a book subscription box (or, god forbid, multiple book subscription boxes) maybe take stock and see if you actually want to remain subscribed. in the past 12 months, how many books from them have you read, and how many have you actually enjoyed? in my opinion, unless you've read an enjoyed the majority of books you've recieved in the past year, it might be time to unsubscribe. also always know that if a particular month's selection really interests you, you can simply buy the non-subscription version of the book without paying for all the ones that don't interest you.

like many book lovers, i enjoy wandering aimlessly around the bookstore even if i don't get anything, but if impulse buying books is an issue for you don't go to bookstores for fun. stay away from book-specific online stores. if you're spending issue is really bad, it might be time to block book-related social media tags (aka abandon booktok).

if you have an issue with your unread books getting out of control, set aside a physical space for your physical to-be-read and always ensure that your unread books can fit inside that space. if it starts to overflow, thats your sign that you need to ban yourself from buying books and focus on the books you already have (and then actually stick to that!!).

i personally have a three-tiered utility cart that i use (they're really common, you can find them a lot of places, but mine is specifically from ikea). it has a little wooden table lid that goes on the top tier that prevents me from storing anything in that layer. my unread books go in the bottom two tiers. if they get to the point that, to store them all, i have to remove the lid and start putting them on the top tier, i know that i need to slow down in my book buying and stay away from the book store. if, after that, it gets to the point where the entire top tier is full, then i know that it's time for a full book-buying ban until they're all read.

other methods i've seen people use: keep a separate, much smaller bookshelf in another part of the house. keep them in stacks but use a ruler to measure how tall the stacks get, and go on a ban if they get above a certain height. limit unread books to how many can comfortably fit on the bedside table. etc.

in general, it's best to NOT store unread books on the shelf with your other books. if they're on your shelf next to all your read books, you may not really be able to comprehend how many unread books you have, which can lead to the number getting out of hand.

and if you're buying books less for the pleasure of reading them and more for the pleasure of buying them (aka you genuinely not as a joke say "buying books and reading books are two different hobbies")... babygirl you have a shopping addiction </3

special editions

a lot of book influencers have a lot of special editions of books, but rarely have they read all of them. a lot of people really like collecting special editions, which is why my advice to unsubscribe from book boxes might, perhaps, be difficult.

however, many people who own a lot of these special editions don't really care about what's inside the book. rather, they care about the clout that comes with having a lot of special editions. even if they aren't an influencer, if you consume a lot of book content, you might get a feeling of superiority knowing that you have this type of collection that your favorite creators have.

essentially, when you go through your special editions, treat them the same as your other books from earlier but also ask yourself:

(1) is there anything actually special about this special edition? some special editions have exclusive bonus content such as cut chapters, interviews with the author, special art on the inside, et cetera; is this one of those or is it just the trade version with a recolored cover?

(2) if i have multiple different special editions of the same book, is there anything to actually distinguish them? do they have different exclusive bonus conent? different exclusive covers made by different talented artists? or are they essentially the same, except this cover is a slightly different shade of red, and this one has gold foiling in a slightly different spot?

(3) assuming i've read it, did this book actually mean something to me? do i care enough about this book to want a special copy of it? if i thought it was just okay, or even disliked it, wouldn't it be better off in the hands of someone who has it down as one of their favorite books of all time?

if you're going over your book box subscriptions and you say that you wouldn't be interesting in reading a certain book if you don't get your hands on the special edition, remeber that your experience of reading will be exactly the same if you have the exclusive special edition hardback or the standard trade paperback. it's like the tiktok trend; if you're only interested in this book if you have a special edition, you're not really interested in the book. you're interested in the clout.

essentially, the base thing you have to consider is: do you want this rare, expensive copy because the book actually means something to you, or because you want the online social status that comes from having a rare, expensive copy?

conclusion

once again, the main point is: be more mindful about the books you buy.

actually think about if you're interested in reading something instead of buying books you'll never read on a whim. think about whether your buying something for yourself or for clout.

and remember that libraries exist!! donate books to your library, donate funds to your library, borrow books from your library, etc. if you like audiobooks or ebooks, download whatever app your library uses. if your library doesn't have a book that you'd like to read, put in a request and they might purchase. participate in your library's events and activities. get involved in your library. show your local library the love it deserves!!!

bye. if you have another tip about breaking or preventing bad book habits, feel free to reblog w/ your tip.

#i speak #my monologues #anti booktok #booktok #anti booktube #booktube #bookblr

[ametrinearrows]

Sicky

YN had been looking forward to competing in her first Summer Slam for months. It was all she could think about for the last couple of weeks and the anticipation was overwhelming but also welcomed. However, fate was not working in her favor. With just a little over a week left until the major event, she woke up feeling absolutely miserable. Her head was pounding, nose running, and couldn’t seem to keep anything she ate down, no matter how little the amount was. 

After making the necessary phone calls to Vince and Hunter, she dialed the person who had been her hype man since the very beginning of her career, Dean Ambrose. 

“Hey, YNN! What’s up?” Jon’s voice echoed out of her speaker, and she could hear the smile that had no doubt written itself on his face.

“Well...” YN began but was thrown it a fit of coughing before she even get out what she wanted to tell the man.  

“Shit, YN, that sounded rough.”  

“It was. It's been like this all morning.” she stated into her phone as she laid down on the couch. “This year might not be my year for Summer Slam after all.” 

“Think you’ll be that sick for that long?” the man questioned after a silent ‘thank you’ to whoever he was talking to on the other end. “I mean you do have a week to get better. Just over a week, actually.” 

“Maybe not this sick, but most likely I won’t be up to par enough to wrestle. I’m also not trying to get Becky or Asuka sick either. Hell, I don’t want to be the reason anyone gets sick, to be honest.” She confessed and pulled a blanket over her. “All that and H has done said my health is more important than the match anyway. Said to take care of myself and not to worry about it.” 

“He has a good point there.” He said while it sounded like he was getting into his car. “Would it help if I brought soup or something?” 

YN shook her head even though she knew that he couldn’t see her. “No. I mean, would I like it? Yeah of course. But I don’t think I could keep it down. I ate just a piece of toast this morning for breakfast, and it was back up within fifteen minutes. Plus, I don’t want to get you sick too. You’ve got a big match coming up, Mr. Ambrose. You don’t need to be as sick as I am either.” 

“You’ve got hand sanitizer and cleaning supplies, right?” Jon questioned. 

She knew exactly where the conversation was going and by that point, he had made up his mind. There was no way to get out of him coming over to take care of her. So, YN sighed, “Yeah.” 

“Then that’s the end of the conversation. I’ll be there in an hour.” he said and YNN could hear him start up his car. “Don’t worry, sicky, I got my key. Take a nap or something.” 

“Why you gotta be stubborn?” she questioned with a sniffle. 

“Because I care. Now, nap. Be there in a little while.” he answered and added a ‘bye’ before hanging up the phone.  

The YHC haired girl decided to take her best friend’s advice and get some sleep hoping that it would magically take some of the misery away. 

“I thought you were just bringing soup.” she stated, her voice was still scratchy, and everything seemed to be just as bad as it was before other than the pounding in her head had let up some. 

Jon turned to look at her and shrugged. “I figured fresh would probably do you more good.” 

She nodded and looked around the kitchen. The whole room, other than the small part of it that he was using, had been cleaned top to bottom. Dishes from the night before had been washed, countertops had been wiped down and by the container of Clorox wipes by the stove, everything had been sanitized. 

“You cleaned the kitchen?” YN questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes, sicky, I cleaned the kitchen. I’m here to take care of you and your place for the time being. Now, go back to being that cute and cozy little burrito you were when I came into the house and let me do my thing. Soup will be ready in 5 minutes.” the blonde-haired man said as he turned back to the pot.  

Thought she wanted so much to fight him on it, YN knew it wouldn’t do her no good. So, she did as she was told and went back to her spot on the couch, wrapped herself back up in her blanket and turned on the tv.  

Five minutes later Jon walked into the living room with bowl in hand. “Here you go, and I also got some meds for you to take after. Hopefully you can keep everything down long enough for the pills to kick in.” 

“You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” she asked with a grateful smile written on her face. 

Jon sat down next to her on the couch and said, “No, what kind of person would I be if I left my best friend to suffer alone? Not a very good one, I can tell you that right now.” 

“Thank you. Even though staying away from me was a better option that I know you would have never taken up, but I do appreciate everything.”  

Jon smiled. “There is nowhere else I would rather be. Eat up, soup’s getting cold.” 

#ametrine arrows #ametrine arrows imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #Monday night raw #smackdown #Dean Ambrose #Dean Ambrose x reader #Dean Ambrose imagine #Dean Ambrose imagines #Dean Ambrose fanfiction #wwe fanfiction

[amarithecat]

I gotta start leaning into the fact that Ulysses is (probably) very unhinged as it could make for a really interesting (and by interesting I mean hilarious) dynamic with Courier Six.

In my Headcanons, when paired together Ulysses is CLEARLY the straight man. He's highly intelligent and subdued and Six is the exact opposite. Barring the occasional obsessive tendencies, it's agreed that of the Lucky 38 denizens, Ulysses is one of the more normal ones. At the absolute least, that's the impression he gives off.

But what has me giggling to myself is imagining Six and Ulysses interacting with someone who ISN'T used to living with both of them. That someone might automatically assume Ulysses is completely normal compared to Six, only for him to do or say something that makes them mentally go "Holy shit both of these guys are fucking nuts."

Maybe it's just because I love the little glimpses we get of the more casual side of Ulysses (him laughing at the dick joke, the dialogue notes where he smiles, "Tired of history's lessons anyways.") and would love to see more of that depicted. Wish he could have been a base game companion so we can see him go from this mysterious figure that's been hyped up for the entire game to your weird friend who everyone assumes is normal only to realize "oh they're BOTH fucked up." He'd occasionally entertain Six's stupid ideas and do/say something really odd from time to time because the intrusive thoughts won and Six is starting to rub off on him. Ulysses is the friend who would make sure you don't hurt yourself while you're blackout drunk but would also be recording the entire time because it's hilarious. I NEED to know his sense of humor and see more concepts exploring what Ulysses would consider fun and a good time post LR.

#i need more Ulysses in a silly goofy mood #made an earlier headcanon that Arcade and Ulysses bond over Six stressing them out #adding to that #Boone and Ulysses bond over wanting to fucking die #this displeases Arcade and Six #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #fallout #new vegas #fnv courier #fnv companions #fnv #fallout: new vegas #fnv ulysses #lonesome road #fallout ulysses #Headcanons #text #text post #video game #videogames #video games #Ulysses absolutely drips with sarcasm and sass whenever he's irritated #which is often at first

[fanfic-lover-girl]

I Finally Watched Encanto

And it was very underwhelming. I don't get what the hype was about. It was mid at best. The best thing about it was probably the visuals. Oh, I loved the variety of skin tones! Usually, I don't care about skin colour in movies but for some reason, it stood out to me in this one. The intro and outro scenes were good too.

I am not a film expert so I can't convey what made the film fall flat for me. But here are some things that I found lacking:

The music is not memorable and I found it hard to immerse myself in it. I absolutely hated Surface Pressure. Some parts of We Don't Talk About Bruno were nice to listen to but it still wouldn't make the top 10 of my Disney songs list. It's not a song I would sing to myself. I can't even remember any of the lyrics besides the title namesake. I think my favourite piece was the Caterpillar song that played for Abuela Alma and Pedro. Maybe partly because it's in Spanish so I have lower expectations for it lol. Since I barely speak Spanish and all.

The family members kind of felt like plot devices? That just appeared when the plot called for it? I am not sure how to explain it but the main culprit for me was Isabela. She was basically a nothing character who was just there in the background being a prima donna and rolling her eyes. Then once Mirabel supposedly has to confront her, she has all this major development in like 2 mins and finally cracks? Luisa was way better because I saw her insecurities and how weakness made her feel worthless throughout the movie. I don't understand why Cousin Camilo was needed in the movie. His dad was good enough comic relief. I loved Antonio at the start and his relationship with Mirabel. I wanted to see that relationship more in the movie so much. But then even he began to feel like a cheap plot device.

How Bruno was handled was unsatisfying. The whole plot about Bruno just felt contrived. Bruno is supposed to be the family undesirable who no one talks about...but Dolores knew about him the entire time? The ending with Abuela and Bruno felt so rushed too. I thought the climax would have involved Bruno more but he just showed up at the end and now everything is ok? Bruno was just a way to show Mirabel how special she was and once that happened, everything about Bruno was wrapped up in a neat tidy bow.

The plot development was poor and felt like a plot in an adventure game. Gave me similar vibes to the plot in The Rise of Skywalker. How Luisa just happens to know Mirabel's starting point. How Mirabel just happens to find Bruno when the dude has been living unnoticed for how long. Even the ending with the butterfly almost made me roll my eyes.

The powers felt underdeveloped. I don't understand the limits of them and why only the Madrigals have them. Well, I guess it makes sense for the family to have the miracle to themselves as a kind of comfort for Pedro dying...like men don't sacrifice themselves for their families nobly all the time. How much weight can Luisa lift? What is the range of Pepa's powers? Mirabel said in her song that her mood affects the weather but the movie mainly shows the weather just affects her individual space. How do they control them? What if someone abuses their powers?

Anyway, its not a bad movie but I wouldn't watch it again. I preferred Coco over Encanto. The family relationship felt more developed and the focus was just on the family members relevant to the plot. The Abuela in Coco was more sympathetic and the generational trauma was way more justified there. Plus the music was better and the plot development felt more organic. I would watch Coco again. Encanto is just meh and seems a tad overrated.

#encanto #encanto critical #coco disney #coco vs encanto #madrigal family #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno deserved better writing #i wonder what would have happened if bruno was more of a deuteragonist?

[dokk-fukuro]

High Enough [Sigma x f!Reader]

A/N: AFAB reader, SMUT, femdom, alcohol, strangers to lovers, mentioned of female genitals

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I still don’t understand how it happened that I knew the people who provided me and my girlfriends with a whole week off at an elite casino in the clouds. However, the very fact that I have to hurry to avoid being late makes my heart flutter. There are a lot of different conversations about Sky Casino. Someone says that this is an elite place where you can feel like the king of the whole world, someone says that this place is too hyped to get so much attention on it. But many moneybags with their sugar babies in cocktail mini dresses speak of the establishment almost like Paris. “Visit the Sky Casino and die” is how you can describe the impressions of most of my friends.

I also heard often that no one had ever seen its owner. He is like one of the wonders of the world. Everyone heard about him, but no one had ever seen him. And, perhaps, this interests me much more than playing poker or roulette. I would like to know who he is, to see him live, because if I succeed, I can say for sure that my life hasn’t been lived in vain.

“Girl, allow yourself a little more.” I twirl in front of the mirror, looking at the way I'm wearing a formfitting dress, more suitable for an office worker than for going to a pompous establishment. Mahiru, one of my friends, who persuaded her “daddy” to knock us out to visit the casino among the clouds, approaches me from the back, and only her reflection in the mirror doesn’t allow her to scare me with her sudden presence. “You look like you’re going to work on Saturday. Shake it up!”

Mahiru has always been so easy-going. Ever since high school, when we began to study together, she gave the impression of that very instigator and ringleader who could well shake even the deadest crowd. I haven't seen her since graduating high school, because this lady got herself a job in a modeling agency. However, it would be surprising if this did not happen. Bright and noisy, she could always easily attract attention. In addition, Mahiru was artistic, thus paving her way into the school theater club. Moreover, the lion's share of her success was her appearance. Long, well-groomed hair, expressive eyes against the background of pale skin, plump lips and a pleasant face shape, reminiscent more of a heart.

On her background, I looked a little awkward when we were schoolgirls. For a long time I wore glasses, cut my hair short enough so as not to be complex due to youthful swelling, although I never suffered from excess weight. The work of a gray mouse in an office somewhere in Yokohama was provided to me. But who knew that my passion for baking in high school would end with me now running a chain of franchised cat cafes? Well, I didn't know either.

I glance at my reflection and can't understand why Mahiru doesn't like my appearance. Yes, it's strict in comparison with her, but I'm comfortable. And yet, something haunts, as if an obsessive thought is spinning in the head over and over again: “Look at something else. You're a gray mouse again." Also, my friend looks at me expectantly through the cold surface of the mirror. As if she knows that I will give up anyway. And... I give up.

"Okay, let's see something else together.” I sigh, realizing with a hindsight that I'm not going to a reunion of graduates, and certainly not to business negotiations. In the end, I also need to rest from severity. Mahiru, like a small child, jumps around me and says that at last a bright thought descended on me. Little fool.

It takes almost an eternity as we rummage through her wardrobe to select what suits me and pleases me so much that I don't want to constantly worry about adjusting something in my outfit so that I can just hide myself like in a bag of rice. Our choice falls on a fitted wine-colored satin dress. Open back with radial draping that repeats in the deep neckline. The hem of the dress wraps around the hips so it becomes even awkward. And chains, many chains. They are both part of the decoration on the back and what, in fact, holds the dress in front. Too much open skin, but for some reason I even start to like it. Mahiru literally squeaks in my ear. Restless.

We both agree on the opinion that this is exactly what I need, so it's up to makeup. I don’t know how to make up myself, so I completely trust myself to my friend, who understands this much more than I do. The brushes tickle a lot, I sometimes sneeze from the powder, but Mahiru does her magic on me, and all I can do is sit and endure. She's so funny when she's focused.

I have no idea how much time passes, but in front of me in the mirror reflection is a completely different person. Lipstick in the color of the dress, a languid look due to shadows and eyeliner. I'm a cover girl! I look at Mahiru, who just shrugs her shoulders and doesn't understand my surprise. Yes, what is there not to understand. I have never seen myself from the side of a fatal girl who, without a twinge of conscience, walks through other people's hearts, like on a red carpet. The girlfriend whistles and nods contentedly.

“Your place is on the podium, dear!” My cheeks are covered with a blush that breaks through even a light layer of powder. For some reason, I vividly imagine the picture of me walking down the catwalk at the show, hundreds of eyes are looking at me, and I twist my leg. Both funny and embarrassing at the same time, but I pull myself together and hold back the rolling laughter.

We fly to the Sky Casino by private helicopter. I still marvel at Mahiru's good fortune without a drop of envy. We are flying with a couple of our former classmates. Hanako flew in from Germany to take a break from her work. “Being a CEO in the beauty industry is terribly exhausting.” Most of my friends have connected their lives with the beauty, modeling or design industry. And only I was more mundane, having only a few cafes in my chain. But I can say that I am completely satisfied with my life.

At the landing site, we are met by guards with serious faces, all in black. With these, try not to feel like a person with VIP status. We are told that it is strictly forbidden to bring weapons and prohibited substances into the territory of the casino, so we are examined thoroughly. This is a common thing for establishments of this type, at least it seems to me, so I have no extra questions. At the reception, we are greeted by a rather pleasant-looking girl in a formal suit, who, smiling, hands us cards.

“It's a master key,” she explains, displaying instructions on a screen behind her. The girls and I are closely watching what is happening on the screen. But the men who arrived with us are obviously not the first time in this institution, therefore they do not show any interest. “This key allows you to open the room located on the floor above. Also, this key is a card with which you can pay for drinks in our bar or order food. The key cannot be presented as a bet in games, unwinnable money is not charged to it. Also, the money that you replenish the key balance cannot be cashed out. The basic rules of our casino: do not disturb other guests. It is also forbidden to flirt with employees, you can not stick to the girls of the staff. You can leave the casino at any time.”

We are given quite unusual Hanko seal pads, they shimmer strangely and have a completely unusual bright blue color. For a while I doubt that everything is in perfect order, but I agree. The whole company puts our seals on the keys, and they seem to become one with the surface of the plastic.

“Mahiru-san, Yamada-san, you and your friends are coming with me. Your escorts will be escorted by security. We'll show you your rooms,” the receptionist bows and leads us forward to a large glass staircase leading up to the floor above.

In the casino itself, a genuine atmosphere of excitement and desire to be a winner hovers. The Great Hall combines a turbulent mixture of modernity and what is now easy to point the finger at and say that this is the last century. Slot machines, roulette tables, poker and blackjack tables and much more. But that's not what draws my eye.

A young man with long hair dyed white and lilac. He is absolutely calm, as if the owner of this establishment, walks along the slender rows with tables, nods to the employees behind them and moves on. His white clothes with a black, sparkling lining of the “tails” of his jacket stand out against the general background, as if on purpose. It can be said that the young man does not walk, but hovering between the tables. It takes me a moment to realize that Hanako, walking with us, is waving her hand in front of my face.

"Earth summons Yamada! Yama, what are you up to?” I shake my head and look away at exactly the same moment that stranger turns to us standing on the stairs. And it seems that he is looking at me, I can almost feel his eyes! It becomes terribly awkward, but I quickly pull myself together and answer:

“It's all right, I'm just... just amazed by the scale of the entire casino,” I say the first thing that comes to mind, but I myself can’t get that stranger in the bright one out of my head. It's too catchy.

Having reached the rooms, we are shown them from the inside. I rarely stayed in hotels, so it's hard for me to compare with something specific, but the scale of the room... it's impressive, as is the huge panoramic window from which you can see very tiny Yokohama and clouds, clouds. It's fresh inside and warm enough to complain about the cold. Most likely the ventilation and cooling works. A huge bed in the center next to the window, a wardrobe, a mini-bar in the room with glasses and an entrance to the bathroom. Everything is thought over to trifles.

We are told that the seals that we put on the keys secure the numbers for us without the possibility of opening the door in any other way. We are also told that there are also double rooms, in case we want to stay alone with our friends or relatives. “The seal of Hanko disappears from the key as soon as you leave the casino and hand it over to me. Have fun," is the last thing I hear before the girl leaves us.

To be honest, I had no plans to play in principle. I was offered to unwind in a special way, and I was not particularly against it, although I don’t understand anything at all about it. I even play poker badly. Oh, Mahiru...

And here I am, sitting with people at one of the free poker tables, keeping my cards with me and once again missing the bet. Next to me is a glass with a cocktail, but I myself don’t understand at all what to do, I feel as if a huge piece of my life has gone nowhere. As if gambling is the missing link that was missing to say: “I tried almost everything.” My real “almost” is not even half of my friends life.

"Is everything okay?” The same young man whom I saw earlier sits down next to us for a free chair. Straight profile, pale skin and unusual lavender-colored eyes. It even seems to me that there is so much warmth and care in them, as no other person will have. I again feel my cheeks begin to tingle. The blood rushes, apparently.

I honestly confessed to him that I had never gambled, so I can not fully understand what's what. The young man nods understandingly to me, offers to give up positions in the game and follow him. And so I do, trusting him entirely. All the staff looks at him with respect and nods, but I still don’t get what’s going on. We walk in silence to my room, although I stagger slightly. This is far from the first cocktail that I have drunk.

Already in my room, the principle of playing poker is explained to me, although I cannot concentrate my attention on it at all. I keep looking at the attractive features of the young man next to me, and a crazy thought shoots in my temple: “Sit on his lap.” And the devil pulls me to obey.

By the way, I'm wondering who you are? I mutter, not immediately realizing that I'm doing it out loud, but instead of embarrassment, I just giggle. The young man in white gulps nervously and looks at me sitting on his lap. “You are obviously an interesting person, since the staff looks at you with such respect.”

Silence comes in response to my words. It's amazing that after drinking so many cocktails I'm still able to speak. Hopefully, when we get back, I will have at least some memories of today. He looks at me with confusion and some embarrassment. Finally, the stranger gives in, and I take control of myself, quickly apologize for the unambiguous posture, and sit back down.

“I’m the owner of this casino. Sigma.” I kind of started to sober up. So, without any hesitation, I sat on the lap of the owner of the casino! What a shame! His head starts to hurt, which draws Sigma's attention. He speaks quickly into the phone he has pulled out of his trouser pockets, and a moment later, a girl is standing in front of us with a pack of aspirin and alcohol. “Take an aspirin before you go to bed, and now you better drink to keep the same level of alcohol in the body. Trust me I can drink with you.”

The casino owner is right. After a short period of time, the pain disappears, but intoxication increases. Sigma gets to the same condition as me pretty quickly. He shares secrets with me, says that it is terribly difficult to manage a casino, and in order to do it at a height, sometimes he has to not sleep at all, studying the personal affairs of all the guests. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t impressed.

We chat about everything for a while, although I think that some topics make him uncomfortable, and therefore I do my best not to touch on them in the future. So I told him that I owned a small chain of cafes that were more a franchise than entirely mine, and that in my early twenties I did not have a permanent relationship, seasoning it with jokes that I would never say out loud when sober. Jokes about loneliness, about a lot of free space on the bed. And behind all this, I lose sight of the moment when we both sit close to each other so that the tips of our noses are touching.

Fraction of a second. Strike me down if I'm lying, and much more time passes before I again sit on Sigma’s lap and kiss him on the lips. It's very difficult to resist the temptation, so I don't try, feeling slightly cool hands on my bare back. I snuggle up tighter, digging my fingers through the two-tone hair, which is so silky and so soft to the touch.

The kiss is greedy, like we're both so hungry for someone else's touch, although Sigma shivers a little. From excitement? May be. But he still tries to take the initiative in the kiss, stroking my back, but chastely does not go lower. The touches are almost weightless, very hard to feel, and this is the reason why I get terribly ticklish.

But the head, like a bullet, breaks through with lightning speed the question: “What are we doing?” He is the owner of a casino, and I am a person who came to relax and experience the vanity of vanities. I should not continue what is happening here and now. I gently move away from his lips, breathing heavily, but I do not take my eyes off his. The young man is a bit puzzled, looks at me blankly and also breathes heavily. Sigma's eyes are completely lost, he clearly does not understand what is happening and why I stopped, the question is almost hanging in the air, but I hasten to voice the answer to it before the casino owner says a word:

"I'm not sure what we're doing," I hesitate, feeling his fingers lazily twirl through the chains on my dress. Not trying to dissemble and escape thereby. I'm not really sure that sitting on Sigma's lap and kissing him while leaving light cherry lipstick marks on him is a good idea in itself. I will soon be forgotten, but what if one of the staff finds him in not the best shape? Will there be rumors that the owner and direct employer were seduced by one of the guests?

My words seem to only confuse him more. The young man tilts his head slightly to the side, his cool hand touching my face. Fingertips caress my cheek and gently caress. My heart is pounding in my chest like crazy, and something gloomy in my mind wants to break out. The sudden urge to pull Sigma under me, to see his confused expression and hear him whine and moan under me breaks through the ceiling. God, where do these thoughts come from?

“We can stop at any moment and pretend that nothing happened,” the young man suggests huskily, but for some reason his version doesn’t please me at all. Gulping down the rest of the drink in my glass, I muster up the courage to pull him by the tie to me and kiss him on the lips. It is worth seizing the moment while I am here, above the city in a heavenly fortress-casino, sitting on the lap of an attractive young man who is the owner of the establishment.

Sigma seems to be plucking up his courage as well, his touch feeling more confident, and I'll be damned if I say I don't feel anything. The only moment when I manage to step back a little to bring my breathing back to normal just a little, it treacherously gets stuck in my throat. The palms of the owner of the Sky Casino are felt on the hips, they are trying to pry off the hem of my dress in order to move it up. It seems to be nothing unusual, but it’s as if current discharges pass through my body. However, the young man, instead of pulling up my dress with his hands, wanders over my body with them, touches my chest, reminding me that it is not covered by a bra.

Kisses fall on my neck; I tremble violently and during this time I let out the first quiet moan. The skin on my neck is quite delicate, because other people's touches are felt sharper at times. Sigma's hands rest on my ass and squeeze hard. No, this is not going to work, I need to urgently take the initiative.

I grab onto the knot of his tie and pull it down as far as the fancy vest will allow. I undo a couple of buttons on his shirt. Pulling back a little, I manage to unbutton two of waistcoat buttons. Now, nothing will stop me from pulling off the tie, but first ... my lips touches to the open areas of the neck, which aren’t covered by the high collar of the turtleneck, for some unknown reason, worn under the shirt. My ears pick up the noisy exhalation as Sigma's hands begin to roam my body again, as if searching for the zipper of my dress. The waistcoat flies somewhere towards the edge of the bed, but the same does not happen with the tie that dangles around his neck, fully untied. Oh no, I still need it. Reaching for it, I pull it off and apply it with a wider part to the young man's eyes. He chuckles in puzzlement.

“What is it for?” He seems to be a little stressed by this, but I intercept the hand that is trying to pull off the makeshift blindfold and point it at my chest, which Sigma grabs and squeezes. I can feel his flat palm touching my nip. I'm finishing tying the knot.

“It’s more interesting that way,” I explain, and I smile quite a bit. Now that Sigma can't navigate visually, the focus will be on sounds, smells, and touch. It suits me, so I deftly rid him of his shirt, pull off his turtleneck, and milky skin appears to my eyes. Despite all his visual subtlety, the young man hardly fits the description of a thin person. Yes, he looks neat, like any average office employee, but it even suits him. For some reason, it's hard for me to imagine him more pumped up. I wander with my hands along his naked torso, kiss his neck and sink lower, grabbing the skin on crook of the neck with my teeth. The owner of the Heavenly Casino shudders, however, even having the opportunity to pull his tie off his eyes, he does not. Apparently, he got a taste for it.

When it comes to his trousers, I can hear the zipper on the dress softly zipping behind me and sliding down. It looks like the young man found the clasp by touch. I disentangle myself from the dress, and at that very moment Sigma's hands and lips are attached to my almost naked body. He greedily kisses my shoulders, noisily sniffs the scent of skin mixed with alcohol, and moans as my crotch, covered with lace, presses against the eloquent bulge on his trousers.

"You smell great," he breathes into my collarbone, and I'm willing to swear he's not the only one almost going crazy with the sensations. When I push Sigma on the bed, I move a little, sitting on his groin. His cock is twitching in his pants, it's not that hard to catch. Hand movements are uncertain. The young man does not see me, but he feels very well, so his hands roam up my hips, slide along my waist and find my breasts. Sigma caresses my nipples with his fingers, twists and squeezes a little, and in spite of him I fidget on his dick, feeling how his hands weaken and do not obey at all, so I fall exhausted on the snow-white bed. I fall to his lips, kiss him, putting all my growing desire in my chest. It swells, presses on the lungs, preventing normal breathing. I go down with kisses, almost bite into the collarbone, listening to the muffled groans. The owner of the Heavenly Casino is breathing heavily and often, biting his lips, and I don’t even touch his cock with my palm. It's okay, we'll fix it. Moans are like music. I wonder if he had a girlfriend before me, or is he like that in life? However, such questions are a little irrelevant.

I take off his pants, which I did not originally plan. Sigma wants to be teased, pushed to the limit and... not given what he wants. Well, I'll have the opportunity. Under the fabric of the underpants is quite impressive size. I swallow nervously, realizing that this is our first and last time together. It's even sad. But, pushing not rosy thoughts, I touch a hard dick through the underwear. The young man bites his lip and goes into a big shiver. I continue to caress through his underpants, watching the bead of precum forming on them. No, that's not enough for me. I want to see it.

“Are you ready, m, Sigma? We can stop and pretend that nothing happened.” it probably sounds like a mockery, and he regards it as such. However, he can be understood: it is very difficult not to take these words as a mockery. A girl turned you on, kissed you as if she was hungry for caresses and touches, and now she is offering to stop! That's why a halfhearted request to continue sounds so sweet. However... "What are you saying? Repeat for me.”

What a bitch I am. But I really want him to say it louder, to groan if he needs to. In general, what is happening:

“Please don't stop.”

This is more than enough for me to continue. Pulling off Sigma's underpants, I swallow viscous saliva. His dick is large, wide, veins appear on it. The tip is reddish and oozes like precum, which pools in a small puddle next to the protruding pelvic bone. It doesn't fit in my tiny palm a bit, but that doesn't bother me too much. Sigma whimpers under me, trying to push his hips into my palm, but it doesn't work very well. And I like this reaction to caresses. I'm ready to watch it for as long as I want.

My hand movements are speeding up and slowing down, and the young man feels like an electric shock from this. I caress the bridle and the tip with the pad of my thumb, rubbing the precum over it, which does not get smaller. It serves as a good lubricant. The Heavenly Casino owner groans but does nothing to stop his voluptuous torture.

“Tell me, what do you want most right now?” I purr as I continue to caress his cock with my hand and stop whenever I feel it swell in my palm. Moans of disappointment escape Sigma's lips at such moments. No, I haven't played with him yet.

“I can't. Please let me cum,” he whines when I remove my hand completely. Sigma is almost ready to burst into tears. This is how his voice sounds. Plaintively, begging for more. Well, who am I to say no to such a confusing but beautiful request? Taking off my soaked underwear as soon as possible, I impale myself on the heated flesh, exhaling noisily in unison with the groan of a young man.

I move on it quite briskly and sharply, raising myself above him as much as I can, in order to feel his dick completely inside again. The young man's now weakened hands cling to my waist, helping me up and down. The room fills with our rhythmic moans and wet skin to skin sounds.

When I lean over him to kiss him on the lips, we switch places, which couldn’t be foreseen. Sigma pull the tie off his eyes and grabs me under my knees and presses them to my chest, now blatantly thrusting into my body as I let out loud moans that bordered on a scream.

He freezes with a loud moan on his lips, entering me at the very base of the dick. He looks deeply into my eyes and breathes heavily, and under me the sheets become wet. It doesn't bother me that Sigma cums inside. Pulling out of me, he collapses exhausted next to me and breathes heavily.

“I hope you visit me here more often,” I hear and laugh at it. I'd like to, to be honest.

#My writing #bsd #bsd smut #bsd x reader #sigma x reader #sigma #bungo stray dogs

[imrinababy]

𝙰𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚁𝚢𝚍𝚎𝚛 [𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖]

Get to know them below!

this has been sitting in my drafts + yes, you’ve seen this sim on my account like 3 posts down but those screenshots were from months ago & since I had no one to really share them with, I’d just take a quick screenshot of my screen to drag + drop into a convo but now I get to yap away here. 😎 They also got a small revamp (hehe)!! I’ll probably make little (lol) posts like this from time to giving backstories to some of my sims? idk, I always come up with a little story as I make them because I feel like you can kinda get a feel for them as you see how they’d “express themselves” through makeup or fashion. anyways enough of me yapping here, I’ll introduce you to Adrienne now.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙰𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚢𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰𝚐𝚎: 𝟸𝟷

𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢: 𝟹.𝟷𝟽 ♓︎

𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛: 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚍/ 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢

𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕

𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎

Adrienne is a freshly 21 year old, openly queer and business oriented person. They have periods where they present themselves more masculine or androgynous but they’re currently in their hyper-feminine era. They're a very ambitious but cheerful person, always the first to hype you up when you need it.

They consider themselves as “a human that isn’t limited by boundaries created by mankind” and refuse to use a set gender identity to refer to themselves as so they’ll use gender-fluid/ nonbinary interchangeably to avoid feeling chained to a particular identity. They’re the biggest believer in “You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone or anything, including yourself. Do what makes you happy, our time is limited. Love to live your life.”

They just got out of a two year long relationship with an ex-partner who wasn't very supportive of their gender identity or the way they'd express themselves. "Since I don't set limitations for myself gender wise, I don't mind if people call me "she" from time to time but he'd go out of his way to only refer to me by those pronouns or go out of his way to make it known that I was only a "girl/ woman" in his eyes. Although I had a lot of love for him at some point in time, he was no longer someone I could say I aligned with." They don't have a set preferences for their "ideal type" but gravitate to people who have very similar desires or goals as they do. They're very motivated to reach the goals they set for themselves and heavily desire to be with someone who can match that energy. They are very attracted to the way certain people carry themselves.

They have a HUGE passion for baking & cooking. It’s the best way they express their affection. Sure, they’ll say “I love you” or verbally express anything anything else but their skills in the kitchen is the best way they’ll respond to anything. Going through a breakup? Here’s your favorite type of cookie made especially catered with your tastes in mind. Stressed about school? Here’s a homemade meal with all your favorite ingredients! It’s your birthday?? Well hope you enjoy a day full of taste testing a bunch of dishes made especially for you to try and enjoy. Their dream is to open up a bakery and/or a restaurant to share their skills with the world.

Although they can say they have a support home life, it’s definitely far from perfect. They have an older sister (around the age of 29/30) that they lost contact with at a young age. She "disappeared" from Adrienne's life when they were 7/8 years old & their parents were going through a divorce. Their sister went with their mom and they stayed with their dad. Their mom passed 3-4 years after the split so no one really has heard anything from their sister since. They hate when anyone refers to them as “Lily” but have the fondest memories of their older sister calling them that. Their Dad is kind of hesitant to talk about the topic and avoids it as much as possible but that's made it so that hes more understanding + supportive of Adrienne even if he doesn't necessarily agree with something.

Adrienne's Outfits

Adrienne's style is whatever they think looks great on them. They're currently in their hyper-feminine era so theyre experimenting a lot with new dresses, makeup, hair etc. but they see makeup more as an artistic expression so even when presenting more masc, they still love adding a touch of makeup to themselves.

Everyday

Formal

Party

Sleepwear

Swimwear

Activewear

Hot Weather

Cold Weather

(tbh i was the least confident about this one so i might come redo it and edit this later but for now its staying this)

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[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 70 PN BELOW Lets fucking go cap! ok it’s the weekend, I have my own writing block and I finally finished my fucking assignments and handed them in, I’m practically free forever!! (exams loom in the distance, i willfully ignore their shadow)

I’ve started by reading from chapter 67 just to bring myself back into the mindset (and because they are hype as all hell chapters), this is faster than starting my like 7th re-read.

I even made myself a cuppa to really settle in, the vibes are immaculate, I played Bizet Carmen while reading this time

The dichotomy of Juleka:

I don't want to hurt anyone!

Extreme violence is efficient. 

The fact that we didn’t get ladybug trying to kiss rena when she was shot by dark cupid is tragic

This time i listened to shoot to thrill by ACDC, and Burn it down by awolnation for the badass parts

Anyway finally onto Fei, that only took me two hours (i briefly wrote shit so yknow, a good time!)

Fei’s tragic backstory be upsetting frfr, Like damn brother you watched your dad die in front of you? Do you need a blanket and a hug?

The tone change from “My life ended when my dad died.” to “summer was awesome!!” made me snort horrible it’s not funny- but it kind of is-

Oh my god Juleka got a break for weeks AND WE DIDN’T GET TO SEE IT??? Tragedy. (i’m kidding, so happy that she got a break <33)

Rose thirsting over Panthera in a crop top is too funny- you just know if it was anyone else Juleka would be pouting like “damn what do they have that I don’t?” 

Oop her hands still kinda fucked, curiouser and curiouser. I wonder if she has tried to practice her secondary power. Which rq, it was SUCH bullshit that LB gets two and the cat miraculous gets one in canon, so happy you retconned it

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD OK CAP I AM SO HYPE HYPE SHE GOT A MODELING INTERNSHIP?????? Like sure cause nepotism but i’ve been wanting to see Juleka try out modeling in a real environment for ages cause like thats something she is interested in yknow and i just- 

Augh, hype as hell. And an excellent reason for her to be going to Shanghai, I applaud your problem solving to fit Juleka into the show's narrative! I applaud it always, but this one was more difficult than usual methinks

I have pizza now it is 8pm

Anyways; NOO GABEY BABY DON’T BE EVIL VIBES TO JULEKA SHE’S JUST A LITTLE THING

Oh my poor awkward Juleka… Gabriel wasn’t helping but this is so funny, dude you vowed to kill this girl like a month ago open your eyes

I NEED juleka’s modeling arc to be a thing. Idk how into detail you went but i’m hoping for some i’m rabid i’ve been waiting for this for like 3 years

Oh airports SUCK i feel her anxiety so much, poor thing… i forced my friend to share her location with me one time so we could stalk each other, we never turned it off its kinda funny

… why is Anarka banned from airports?? Being “a living weapon” is so vague.

Killing myself rose and juleka are so cute- and obsessed with each other- every hour is insane

I love Juleka instantly becoming a disaster on baby’s first flight

Juleka instantly being on high alert around gabriel is so real.

“Right,” Mr Agreste’s face didn’t twitch nor soften much in response, just nodded in understanding and turned back to stare forward. “The opening of this store is essential to the future of the Agreste Brand, you two. Opening it much sooner is very good news. There will be other fun times with your friends.”

Hardass, fuck off!!

Poker with literal chips made me laugh- adrien would be terrible at poker

Spiderman far from home? Nah, Panthera Noir far from home. 

“Oh that building looked fun to climb.” please Juleka unhinged parkour arc when?? Like people turn away from her and then look back and she’s up a tree. 

HELP “bye bye bag” is so real-

She’s so scary, but I wanna ask what her hair dye is. Do it. Please. I think you would factory reset Nathalie and she would answer on autopilot

Awkwardly playing chess is so real, also; yippee!! Adrien and Juleka bonding even more after the acting debacle!!

“Knights were cute. Little pony’s. Rose always wanted to move her knights cause they reminded her of unicorns.” please this is literally my strategy in chess, i just move them around and sometimes i win because i confuse people so badly

LB overthinking chess is hilarious. 

Adrien POV???

YOU CAN LEARN MANY THINGS FROM JULEKA SUCH; HOW TO BE A CAT. sorry i just had the mad idea that Adrien might find out this chapter… i would go insane if that turned out to be right

“Knowing info about me is pretty easy when your Wikipedia is super detailed” that’s fucking depressing. Adrien baby that’s a terrible way to get to know someone and not the same experience at all- 

Gaelic is a real language!! And a bitch to learn- I briefly tried with my dad and we both gave up, we’ll just stick with scots english

“Where do you disappear during akumas?” hard hitting question Adrien, ten points!

And is also making me high key suspicious about him finding out, the vibes are there

Nah, nah evil. Gabriel spend time with your son goddamnit 

GET HIS ASS JULEKA YES GIRL I LOVE YOU

The fact that she thinks she isn’t brave sometimes infuriates me, like babe i get your insecure but your brave as hell. 

QUEEN SHIT JUST WENT DOWN THERE

Juleka ripped him to shreds hell fucking yeah.

Wait. why did she give him the king? Hawkmoth called himself a king… cue the x-files music

Who the fuck is this asshole? Fei. Kick his ass, i command thee. 

Oh curious, she has burn scars from the fire, i like this detail. 

I feel like Fei and Juleka will get along, based on the ever present rage against one guy

She is being used augh

“Your father deserves to be avanged.”

“He does.” UMM GIRL YOUR DAD WOULD HATE THAT WEREN’T YOU THERE FOR THE FLASHBACK??

I want Cash to gtbnrvice this asshole is just using her desperation for information- 

I want Juleka to scare him into telling them, as Panthera, i think she would be quite good at that. 

Juleka is a feral beast who needs her outside time (i like how she wants to run on rooftops a lot its cute)

LORE LORE LORE LORE 

Excited. The prodigious?? Tell me more silly cheese guy

Ummm. i need the prodigious to show up, i can’t remember if thats what Fei has or if this is future future foreshadowing, this is exciting

New arc unlocked: freeing the Kwami from their jewelery or the curse. 

Also; yes sadistic plagg in the face of the guardians temple being destroyed, you go girl

Guardian temple? Swallowed whole? Sounds frightening. What a feast.  HA

Model Juleka yippee!

Help- adrien your advice is trash-

Ok existential conversation, yes girl let me spiral-

No sick girl Nathalie let adrien speak i want to know what he thinks of the best girlies-

Plagg wanting to take him under his wing- Juleka saying he wants to replace her with Adrien- ITS ALL COMING TOGETHER. 

Nah if you actually do have a reveal to Adrien i am going to go buckwild- cause either the vibes of the chapter got me but i think I guessed before any of the concrete foreshadowing

Ok sick girl nathalie actually has some sound advice and is being lovely to Juleka 

Yes Juleka use your strength

FEI STEALING CAMERAS??

Get her ass Juleka, or- politely bite her arm juleka?!?

Juleka is just brawling in an alleyway- like damn sister- watch out for bruises you might not be allowed to model-

Oh god what if she took plagg during some of their scrapping- actually, that would be fine. Juleka would just go insane and fight her

Juleka; desperately grasping for something familiar and bantering with Fei

Fei: what the fuck is wrong with her?

Nicest mugger I’ve ever met real and true

Wait

NOO JULEKA THEY WON’T LET YOU MODEL LIKE THIS

YEAH KICK. HER. ASS. 

Plagg stays with Juleka yippeee!!

Help their dynamic is so funny- exactly what i was wanting. 

Juleka would want to learn how to disappear even better than she already does wouldn’t she

Nah not Fei thinking “well that was fucking weird” while juleka is like “Oh that was cool” Juleka is so weirdgirl core i love her

Oh shit she stole marinettes stuff Tiki is there- 

Kick the asshole in the balls Fei, i command thee.

I am so happy Nathalie and Juleka have some sort of alliance, in my as to be written huge tragedy based on Nathalie Gabriel and Emily (which is extensively planned), I think Nathalie is more similar to Juleka as a teenager. 

Adrien and Nathalie interaction- “yes we- we did it” agyuhtvrinjfeok love her. 

Marinette blinked vacantly, standing in the back alley streets of Shanghai with a paling expression on her face and her entire inventory ghosted from her person.

WHERE THE HELL AM I!?

HELP SHE’S SO FUNNY- i love disaster marinette please-

and thats a wrap for Fei! i started this before five and it is now ten pm- i did other things though.

this was awesome cap, I look forward to the next chapters and I shall review them tomorrow!!!!!!

I hope you enjoyed <3

GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!!!!!

#panthera noire au #sneak a cat

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Highsidershipping let's gooooo-! (Seriously I thought I was the only one who shipped it so I'm glad to see you do too)

Personally i hc Yusei as ace and Primo as possibly aroace (i say this like i dont hit every character with the ace canon) so to me they have a qpr except neither realises it-

Anyway, how do you see this ship? And would it be in any form in the Pizzeria au

RISE UP MY 4 OTHER HIGHRISERSHIPPERS...absolute plight of a niche ygo spinoff ship, I shouldn't be baffled it's extremely difficult to find folks hyping yuseiprimo up and YET. NONETHELESS I STILL AM. it's sooo so underrated

For me I have like... honestly a little solar systems of different explorations and reads on them that I like thinking about and rotating around in my head. I loooove yugioh QPRs/platonic spins on ships/the ways in which a bond can be nonromantic and still tremendously deep (and I myself hc Yusei as aro bi (and probably some degree of ace too)!!!)( hitting characters left and right with the ace beam🤝 hitting characters left and right with the aro beam solidarity) so really all of the versions of this pair in my head are in some sort of nebulous nonromantic space. I think in canon as we have it I really just enjoy Primo having effectively a crush on Yusei and being so mad about it and not knowing what to do so he's just going to become psychosexually obsessed with him about it lmfao. Peak 19 Year Old Behaviors.

But I do very much think in another time, another place, where things didn't have to go the way they went, I think Yusei could've been able to show Primo a kindness and warmth he's never really had properly before (as I explored in my rare pair week comic), and that makes me SOOOO SOFT. GRAAUGH. The stone walls of someone stubbornly believing he has no one to love and is unloveable himself being broken down to smithereens by patient, quiet empathy makes me WILDDDD.

(i also really. really love this element of yuseiprimo echoing zoneporia in a way-- "is the attraction i feel for you of my own volition or is it the afterimage of the long dead man i was made from?" on primo's end is something i think endlessly about. ideas of being appreciated and loved for who you are. that's my SHIT!!!)

God though "qpr but they dont realize it," that's the kind of spin ive been cooking quietly in my. Increasingly Extensive Postcanon 5D's AU that's been taking up a lot of mental real estate as of late lol. i need to make art/talk more about it so bad. Anyway the sandbox of a postcanon living Primo realizing his vendetta against Yusei has no teeth anymore and is just pointless rage, and of a Yusei still quietly grieving Bruno and realizing he has more in common with his former obsessive android enemy than he realized...waaauughh i have MANY A THOUGHT ABOUT IT. THERE IS A BOND THERE AND I THINK IT COULD BE REAL. 🙏 ALSO THEY R BI4BI AUTISTIC4AUTISTIC. TO ME.

As for pizza AU, it doesn't really show up there! Only because ygo character kind of got inserted into the AU at different times and at comically different ages, and the maturity gap between Primo (19 year old line cook) and Yusei (~early-mid 30's year old with a house and several cars on blocks in his front yard) is just. Grand Canyon Wide behehehe. I think it'd be funny if Primo had a smoldering infuriating one-sided crush on Yusei though (since he does order pizzas from them and has a bit of a Thing with bruno~)

#ships arent rly too much of the focus in the pizza/college/kansas AUverse it's mostly just whatever happens happens #primo's got a little bit of a brewing Thing in that AU with bruno's sister actually but that's for another time #ygo posting #asks #angel-of-sweet-revenge #5ds pizza au #it's a bit hard for me to articulate the finer things of ships i like and what i see them as BUT I GAVE IT A GO. I LIKE THEM VERY MUCH #long post /

[no2tinngunsupporter]

Getting to know your BL mutuals - 2022 Edition

Simple, answer the questions. @ some people. Include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answers!

Thank you to the lovely @sunflower-lychee for tagging me! I never get @ in these so I’m very happy 🥰

(Truthfully this year I have been kinda slow with watching new shows BUT I will do my best!) 

What has been the BL that took you by surprise this year?

Love In The Air!

I remember watching the pilot trailer when it aired but truthfully I forgot about this show until everyone started talking about it again 😅 Anyways... I fell in love so fast it’s not even funny. My mental health has been meh at best the past few months and I needed a show like LITA to just watch without having to really think :) Also the cast? Like?! In love with all four of them (especially Noeul).

The Eclipse!

I watched ep 1 when it first came out but never continued the show because I wasn’t feeling it (little did I know 🤡). Everyone was hyping this show up so I made myself sit down and watch it... ended up binging all 6 (aired) episodes and safe to say I was hooked... I mean if anyone on here saw my blog you were probably fed up of me talking about this show (very sorry). So yeah... It’s now one of my favourite BLs. We won’t talk about the cast because I will never stop, lets just say I am now a Neo and khaotung fanpage!  

This technically doesn’t count but I finally watched Bad Buddy this year and I’m mad at myself for waiting so long.

What has been the BL that you felt a bit disappointed with this year?

Cutie Pie- I didn’t dislike it but I found myself getting bored and skipping a lot, especially towards the end... shout out to Perth in that black shirt tho😏 Also loved the side couples

Even Sun- Listen I will do anything for BounPrem but lord I was struggling with this one. Why was the intro so long?! also who wrote the script because ooft. Skipped everything apart from the BounPrem scenes. 

What has been your favourite BL this year?

KinnPorsche- Lets all act surprised! This show was my entire personality all summer and the reason I came back to tumblr lol. Met so many lovely and amazing people because of this show and it will always have a special place in my heart. It also gave us the masterpiece that is Why Don’t You Stay aka my most played song of 2022. Again the cast is everything to me! 

Semantic Error- No explanation needed for this one really. I swear Seoham has been in the military for years! Why is it going so slowly?! 

Between Us- Are we only 4 episodes in? Yes. Do I care? NOPE! After waiting almost 3 years they could just stand in that locker room arguing for 12 episodes and I would still watch every second! As much as i tried not to, I did and still do have high expectations for this show BUT so far everything is perfect- I don’t really care about Team’s friends as characters or the relationship between Bee and Prince? but I also don’t hate it.

Favourite BL couples (not just of 2022)?

This is so hard to narrow down 😭 (I will refrain from going into detail otherwise we will be here all day)

WinTeam (I mean ^) 

RamKing (My Engineer) 

Sangwoo and Jaeyoung (Semantic Error)

PatPran (Bad Buddy)

VegasPete (KinnPorsche)

RainPayu and SkyPrapai (Payu and Pai are THE perfect boyfriends) 

AkkAyan (I truly can’t tell if it’s because I love the characters or if I am just down so bad for First and Khao 🥲)

There’s definitely more couples who should be on this list but my brain isn’t working rn

If you had to suggest a BL for someone what would it be?

Not Me- Everyone needs to watch it at least once in their live

Young Royals- It was actually my friend who doesn’t watch BLs that recommended it to me 

We Best Love- Maybe It’s just me but I adore that show

Also Where Your Eyes Linger so there is someone else who can suffer with me about how short it was! 

What's your non-BL favourite for this year?

This spot is strictly for Alice In Borderland 2 (when it airs) 

BUT

Until then... Business Proposal and Bridgerton.

This was so much harder than i thought it would be omg... anyways my aks are always open and I love talking about anything with anyone so feel free to say hi :) 

Tagging: @ahdriking @kurtstiel and @aleng-neng (and anyone else who wants to join in)

(If any of you already did this and I missed it, I am sorry 😅)

#g2ky bl mutuals 2022 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #love in the air #LITA #the eclipse #cutie pie the series #Not Me the series #my engineer #we best love #Between us #winteam #akkayan #vegaspete #semantic error #phayu x rain #prapai x sky #young royals #i give up with tags

[levy120]

The fact a certain purple alien dude is getting some attention lately (hi there @rainbow-wolf120 👋) that has been making me super giddy!

A Rayman/Tonic Trouble Crossover has been a dream from the moment I recognized the general in his Rayman 2 cameo, but I never could quite cook up the muse/energy to fully commit to the bit myself.

Figured I might indulge anyway and share a little blurb/draft I did a while back just to get some wriggles out and share in the Tonic Trouble hype :D

💫🍹🛸

"Don't be such a wuss."

"I'm just saying that this is a bad idea."

Rayman rolls his eyes at the reluctant alien.

"You'll get used to it," he says, "Don't forget that I need your expertise."

"I don't have expertise," Ed protests, "I'm just the janitor!"

Rayman quirks a brow at him.

"Didn't you clear up that whole Tonic mess?"

"After causing it!" Ed cries out. He's clearly not proud of it, frantic even. Enough so that Rayman loosens the tension in his stance.

The alien was serious about having no expertise because if anyone HAD been around to listen, they would have been caught by now. 

"Hey," he says, his hand dangling loose at his side. He can’t help but notice the way Ed stares at it ever since Rayman dismantled the first ambush they'd run into.

"It's okay."

Ed gulps.

"No, it's not."

His hands fly to his face and Rayman hears the alien groan.

"I had hoped to never have to deal with this again."

Rayman scoffs and nudges the alien in his ribs.

"So did I," he says, "And yet, here's a crazy purple alien ravaging my Glade with an army of Grolgoths. One was bad enough!"

"I met the guy ONCE," Ed laments.

"Precisely," Rayman says and takes another glimpse around the corner again, just to be sure, before he focuses back on Ed.

"How high are the chances he'll recognize you?"

"Not… very," Ed admits. He's changed too since being on the stand. For better or worse, he doesn't know yet.

Considering no one came to pick him up…

"They've probably forgotten about me, actually."

Doesn't mean he likes hopping into the deep end.

To his disappointment, that's EXACTLY what Rayman wanted to hear and the Limbless gives him a confirming nod.

"I've heard they store the Grolgoths here. Do you think you can maybe hijack one?"

"Oh sure," Ed replies, his voice laced with snark, "If you want it crashed at the first instance."

Rayman snorts, in fact. That large hand covers part of his face, but Ed sees the amused glimmer in his eyes.

"Yeah," he says, "That would be favorable actually."

"Sure," Ed submits in annoyance, "I'm just a sucker for punishment."

---

AN/Trivia: Rayman has no reason to trust Ed save for the fact he's a "friend" who was dragged in by Joe the Alien to help.

This was supposed to explore the idea of the General recognizing Ed and pinning him as a Traitor. So he sends Razorbeard on his tail and that would be the backstory of his skeleton appearing in that Rayman Arena Cutscene in one of the robots chambers (and explore whether or not Razor was actually successful or faked a prop to save his butt xD)

#Draft #Abandoned WIP #Crossover #Rayman #Tonic Trouble

[drewsaturday]

i've had such a weird relationship with making fanon things lately for a few diff reasons i think.

i haven't rly been inspired enough to take things beyond my thoughts and make an actual thing out of them. part of this is probs bc of my medication. the other part is that...

i don't have the time to dig too deeply into my favorite things rn. this means i don't dig up new parts to feel excited about, i don't feel Qualified to carry those ideas out bc my understanding of the source material is so limited and people expect waaaay too much quality from fanworks these days, and i feel like i'll never be able to finish what i start anyway.

lastly, i've been doing fandom so repetitively i'm just... tired? of the same thing over and over again. i work on a thing, i polish the thing, i post the thing, i wait for feedback that is either nice/mean/empty, rinse and repeat. the solution would be to just not post these things, but why go through all that effort to carry something up out of an idea stage then since that's what makes me most excited? and if i spend the time drafting, it feels like a waste of time since it's not going to go anywhere.

i do think a lot of this is medication, because it dulls Just how insane i am capable of getting about a thing. in the past i would have sooo much drive because i felt like if i didn't make a thing, i'd explode. i don't rly get that anymore, at least not in a big enough burst to keep me working on things very long.

i've instead been thinking a lot about diving into original content because... although i make everything for fun, i think original stuff has way less of the above issues attached.

there's no time limit. i'm not... "competing" for being able to get an idea done first, or trying to get a fanfic out while there's still hype over a show, or worrying about my work being ooc compared to someone else's, or worrying the fandom landscape i vibe with is going to change when people move on.

it's theoretically not as repetitive. i'm sure the things i'm interested in shows are similar to what i come up with from my brain, and i could just try to make different things for fandom than i'm used to. but i am kind of tired of my inability to do anything besides hurt/comfort oneshots for the same kind of pairing over and over again. this would force me to actually develop other shit too lmfao.

it's Technically something i could profit off of if i really wanted to, making it less of a waste of time. for fandom, it feels like a waste of time if i'm not putting a fanon thing out for other fans to see. it also feels like i put a ton of work into my own little understanding of a show--fleshing out backstories and worldbuilding etc. so if i move onto another fandom... it feels like it was all for nothing, esp if i don't make something from it all. ideally i would be doing it just for the fun but there needs to be some balance with what i consider pay-off. and since i usually don't stay motivated long enough to do these big huge projects, or people move on, or other people do the idea first because i work so slow, it's just gotten rly un-motivating.

there's like, layers of motivation imo. i like a thing and i get excitement about making stuff for it and exploring certain parts of it. and i can do that for myself, but to make it stand on its own enough to post for other people to see isn't something i currently get enough motivation for. and because of that, it makes the fun part feel like a waste of time i guess.

i usually stay away from my own original stuff bc i honestly just don't feel the level of excitement with it as i have felt with fandom in the past, and... it's just harder lmao? but i think it would be good for me to at least fuck around with it.

fandom started as a vessel for creativity for me. i wanted to make videos, it gave me footage. i wanted to draw, it gave me designs for characters. i wanted to write, it gave me a sandbox to play in. and i still find those things fun, but i guess it just feels like i'm limiting myself by only playing with other people's dolls in a public park for all to see. like i'm just not as connected to the Making part as a hobby or to the parts of myself i would put into it.

idk, i am just rambling and i think honestly if i Did have more time it would help take a lot of the above pressures and risks away and balance me out so that making silly little fanfics sometimes would feel more worth it because i'd feel free to do other things as well.

i also do sort of get glued to the screen when i'm in mode of making and posting things and i'd like to uhhh. do other things with my life too sometimes lmfao. part of this boredom does probably stem from being chronically ill and therefore barely leaving my house. i haven't been able to do other things beyond fanon creations in years. so no wonder i'd feel less inspired and more bored.

i also think i've gotten tired of watching things feeling like a chore. oh shit i need to write down this scene so i can use it on a fanvid, or make sure i take note of this piece of dialogue for this character's backstory, etc. i know i bitch about how i don't hate the word "content creator" bc it is just an easier catch-all for me as someone who makes lots of diff things, and i still agree with that, but i do think because of my own levels of perfectionism, mixed with honestly how weirdly expectant of quality fandom has become, it's become a chore to engage with source material.

another thing is i've always felt like i've needed a purpose in what i've made and that purpose tends to be justified by the community interactions. it makes me feel less lonely and it helps me feel inspired and like... it doesn't hurt to know you'll get feedback on something because you've found so many supportive friends in it. i rly just haven't landed in any new communities i vibe with a ton for the things ive gotten into lately, so there's less motivation there. that's not to say anyone's Bad, just... discord servers are too big, tags are too dead or all over the place, i don't message people to become friends, and the communities and friends i do have from fandom are all kinda doing different things rn, etc.

the other form of purpose would be challenges--exchanges, bingos, etc. this fanwork isn't just a random thing for fun, it has a reason for me to work on it enough to let it see the light of day. and i think i've kinda broken my brain a bit using those for motivation so much, but the alternative would be to never get anything into a publishable state, but without it being a publishable state and interacting with communities through it there's no reason for me to really spend all that much time on it in the first place, which means i'm really not getting to Create.

i think the biggest issue these days if every part of the creative process now feels like it's "for show" and original stuff that has literally no audience is the only way to kinda undo the amount of rules that's put on me and my creativity.

tl;dr i'm just not feeling the same fulfillment from making fanon stuff as i used to so i guess i need to experiment with making other things so i can still do the Making part and see where that lands me, and see if it can help undo some of the toxic mentalities being an exclusively fandom girlie for so long has kinda instilled in me.

i'm sure i'll still make fanon shit every so often--i honestly have been so busy that output won't be noticeably different from my usual once every five months contributions. i just need to get back into the right blend of circumstances for it to feel worth it, and until then i guess i need to dig out the dolls from my own attic instead of someone else's so i can have a less complicated vessel for creative hobbies because i'm fairly certain i'd still like to create.

#txt #this is just a v long ramble that im not sure makes much sense honestly or will be readable to anyone but myself at this point but eh #just needed to word it all out #...also just remembered another reason that causes that imbalance of fun #is chronic pain making certain art forms like drawing quite painful so although i've been wanting to learn art techniques #and practice generally in non-fandomy ways #i'm stopped by how it's more worth it to sketch a blorbo every so often #but idk i want to try figuring out better ways of going about that for myself and #since i can't have both fandom and original without pushing myself too far i kinda have to Choose art advancement #over stupid blorbo drawings #same with if i spend too much time typing etc #and that plus time constraints are why im making it out to be such a one or the other thing #but it also... is... #because i rly don't think i can keep doing fanon stuff without at least mixing things up somehow #if not moving to original stuff altogether #i do think that once im out of school and i have a more stable schedule #i'll be able to set aside specific free time each day as opposed to being all over the place #and that will help as well so i don't feel Guilty over creating things #when i should/could be doing something more productive bc i also do want to move my life forward rather than being SO escapist #and the guilt aspect gets in the way a lot more than it when i had more passion to beat it back with #that rly is my own fault tho for being in charge of my own schedule and being so bad at it lol #one last little note for myself is i think a lot abt non-fandomy hobbies i have like music #where yeah ive made some filks but for the most part idk what im doing #im just there to have fun and enjoy myself bc it's just... the entire reason i do it #and i dont rly get that from the things i also can use for fanon creations these days more readily

[planeoftheeclectic]

Oh boy, this is about to be a blast from the past. Thanks @skarabrae-stone for the tag!

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

So I only recently started writing again, meaning I've only got 2 works that are from the last decade, but honestly I'm still very fond of those older ones; they do an excellent job at being what they are.

Doing the no pressure tags above the cut because I don't know if that messes them up: @stonemaskedtaliesin, @zyrafowe-sny, and @firecoloredwater, plus anyone else who sees this and has written something! Hyping yourself up is good practice!

Columbo: Turnabout's Fair Play | 19k (Incomplete) | T | Columbo x Ace Attorney set between AA3 and AA4

Summary:

Technically speaking, Mr. Wright, this isn't my usual beat. But Detective Gumshoe - you know Dick, right? - I owed him a favor, see? And it had been a slow week, so I figured I'd look around, see if I could give the guy a hand. Real stand-up guy, he is, we could use more like him. And anyway, I know you're a real busy guy Mr. Wright, so I'll make this real quick, get out of your hair. I know you and he were real good friends, so I'm sure this is a difficult time for you. Oh, uh, just one more thing Mr. Wright. Why were the two of you such good friends again?

As I say in the dedication, this is the idea that helped me break a very, very long dry spell, so it has to take the top spot for that if nothing else. @stonemaskedtaliesin had introduced me to Ace Attorney, I had introduced them to Columbo, and at some point they went looking to see if there were any crossovers and were disappointed to find none. They come tell me this in discord and I, like a fool, say:

"Well, actually, it makes sense there aren't any. I mean, they're kind of contradictory worldviews. The whole point of Columbo is that he always gets the right guy, and the whole point of Ace Attorney is that the police never get the right guy."

Fortunately for all of us, I continued:

"I mean, for it to even work you'd need some kind of convoluted setup - maybe that would stop the AA police from just arresting someone immediately. And who would be the killer anyway? Well, ok, there's an option there, but who should they murder? Maya? That'd be mean, but that's the obvious choice. Hmm...nobody likes him, I could murder him, but how--oh."

And at that point I stopped talking because the end of this story materialized in my brain and I wanted to make sure it was a surprise. Spoiler culture may be overblown, but murder mysteries are an exception, I feel.

Anyways, if you're a fan of either series, enjoy gen fic, like seeing characters get what they deserve, or just want to see Columbo at an anime convention, this is the fic for you! From a writing standpoint, it's been really fun to experiment with a very limited POV, to try to mimic the feel of a television camera. And of course, Columbo's dialogue is a joy to write. (As you'll see later, dialogue is one of my strengths)

Song of the Peregrine [Podfic] | OG fic is 39k (Incomplete) | T | Chrom/F!Robin but honestly it's mostly gen | Kid Icarus Uprising x Fire Emblem Awakening

Summary:

There were reports of something in the skies of eastern Ylisse. Something with wings as black as pitch and eyes as red as rubies. Dark Pit has no clue where he's managed to land himself, but it turns out that Pit and Palutena don't have a monopoly on annoying. He can leave these humans anytime he wants, and he will. Soon. Any day now. If the Shepherds have it their way, that day won't come any time soon. (In which Dark Pit ends up joining the Shepherds, and the world tilts.)

The original fic is @stonemaskedtaliesin's, but I like to consider myself its honorary godparent. We've spent a lot of time worldbuilding for it, and it's so good you guys. It's going to be amazing. There are long term plans.

I started the podfic because I wanted to listen to it as I fell asleep. The audio quality is definitely shakier in the first couple chapters as I figure things out, but it's been really fun learning new skills and doing lots of fun silly voices.

...still need to finish editing chapter 5.

Anyway, blanket recommendation to go read this if you know anything about Kid Icarus (Fire Emblem is a bonus but not necessary, iit's pretty well-explained in-story) and if you like podfic, hey! You're in luck! Fun fact: this is the only Awakening podfic as of right now. Yes I'm also surprised. Maybe if I ever finish this one I'll set out to try and change that. goat milk and oats Grima would be so much fun to voice.

Warrior Cats Smoofs | 8.5k | G | Gen | Warrior Cats

Okay I'm kind of cheating here but that's going to be a theme for these last few answers. I wrote these over a decade ago with my best friend at the time. She had internet, I didn't, so we had a joint account on the Warrior Cats Wiki and the Warriors Fanfiction Wiki, which are both Fandom now I believe. I archived them to AO3 because of that, and because even years later they would occasionally get a new comment from someone who really enjoyed reading them. And, as I said, I'm still very fond of them. My handle on most of the internet still comes from these stories and that account. They are simple, silly, dialogue and stage directions only parodies, and they were a blast to write. I still remember the melody we came up with for the ending jingle. I'm pretty sure these guys (plus the playwriting class I took) are a big part of why I tend to be very dialogue-heavy. I like fun purple-prosy descriptions, but sometimes a few spoken words can convey a whole lot of actions. Show Don't Tell taken to the extreme, I guess.

I'm pretty sure The Library was our most popular one back in the day (to the point we made a sequel)! The Auction was the first (though doesn't hold up quite as well...lol they're all 15 years old anyway). I'm very fond of Christmas Caroling because all the lyrics are singable and that is my PET PEEVE IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT THE METER HAD BETTER BE RIGHT OR AT LEAST CLOSER THAN A CATHOLIC HYMN. Most of all though, I'm fond of all the memories these have. I don't know where Moss is now, but I hope they're doing well. It is also fun to see where I've come from over the years - like I said, upon reflection it makes sense that I tend to default to pretty dialogue-heavy.

The Palutena Trap | 4.7k (Incomplete) | T | Gen (past Palutena/Medusa | Kid Icarus Uprising

Summary:

Kid Icarus meets the Parent Trap.

That's it, that's all I've got.

Ok now this one is cheating because it's not published anywhere yet except in snippets on tumblr. This was actually conceived at almost the same time as Turnabout's Fair Play, but I'm trying to only focus at one at a time, so this one won't properly see the light of day until TFP is finished. (We're getting there! We're almost at the end of Act 2 out of 3!!) That does mean that I'm going about writing it in a very different way - there's going to be lots and lots of editing once I finally set down to publish this. Which is probably for the best - I'm sure there are bits of tfp that would be better if I wrote the whole thing and then went back to edit.

My favorite part of this story is still the normal-people jobs I've given everyone, since this is technically a modern AU. We have an investigative journalist who lives on a yacht, mob boss, butler who's retired MI6, and front woman for a punk band which is actually a front for an eco-terrorist group, for example. I talk more about this story here and here. Aside from that, my favorite thing is exploring the relationship between Dark Pit and Lady Palutena, and between Lady Palutena and Medusa.

The former gets off on the worst possible foot in canon, and it's only ever obliquely addressed, so it's a lot of fun to play with and extrapolate from. In this version, Dark Pit is a child whose mother gave up everything to do with him (and said some pretty nasty things in the court record). So that's where we stand: how do you reckon with that? What does it mean that you still want some kind of relationship, or at least answers? What is family and blood, in the end?

The latter relationship is one that's...well, I wouldn't say it's canon, but it's definitely canon-compliant. It's rather like Narumitsu, in that I look at it and go "hm. whatever is going on between those two, they're not normal about each other." This is true in canon, and if anything it's less true in The Palutena Trap, since despite the name the story is not about getting the parents back together so much as reconciling a mother and son. But the more this idea ferments in my brain the more I want to have some kind of meeting at the end. Maybe it goes badly, maybe it goes less badly, but I have this mental image in my head: Imagine the messiest divorce you've ever seen. Ugly, dragged through the papers, all kinds of legal issues, you part ways never to speak again. You hate her guts, and you can't go a month without thinking about her because she's always got Yet Another Stupid News Article coming out. You find out your kids have been playing some switcheroo on you, and when you meet her again you're coldly civil, both of you clearly holding yourselves back from starting a slugfest in the local forum, and then you see: she's still wearing your wedding ring. The one you picked out, the one you put on her finger 14 years ago. I just. IDK they're not normal about each other and the complexity and ambiguity of it compels me.

Vaguely Remembered 2nd Grade Writing Assignment | like 2 pages maybe | G | Gen | The Land Before Time

Alright this one's definitely cheating but this has already been a lot of reminiscing about the past, so here's a toast to the very first thing I ever wrote: an adventure story starring the main cast of The Land Before Time. All I remember about it is it absolutely sucked to get started but once I did it was longer than it needed to be and I used the word Petrie-ball™. Yes, including the ™. The Petrie-ball™ was how they solved the big obstacle, I think. Like I said, I don't remember much of it, but I remember how proud and happy I felt when it was done. So here's to you, long-forgotten fanfiction adventure story. Here's to the first of many, with many more to follow after.

(Also, if you want to see more of TFP, Palutena Trap, or Peregrine Podfic, you can bother me in a few hours for WIP Wednesday! If you want more OG Peregrine you have to bother @stonemaskedtaliesin instead. Actually, make sure you do that, I know they've got chapter 8 waiting in the wings and I NEED to see how that scene with Pip and Lissa plays out)

#If you made it to the end I love you WOW I wrote a lot for only having two fics posted in the last 10 years #but this was a lot of fun #very nostalgic #writing #WIP Wednesdays #<- the tag I use so you can bother me #other tags: #tfp #palutena trap #song of the peregrine #my writing

[rozestears]

CRACKING MY KNUCKLES TO PREP THIS UP all thats been on my mind lately is wataru and leo and like thats all. and im sad. on the wataru part. leo is good. and i must stop making wataru requests this will be the 5th one i have a problem. ANYWAYS!

i was very hyped to see more yan content..... AND lately ive been thinking about this scenario with a gn reader and yan wataru who has been crushing hardly on wataru but is also extremely ...dumb (?) and cant realize he has very extremely strong feelings towards them as well despite all his remarks and all his eccentric ways of showing his emotions towards the reader. they're also kind of too dumbfounded to realize maybe his actions are sort of not good most of the time. but theyre just so in love with him yknow! you can also do this scenario with leo if you also will be nice enough to save me from my actual horrible wataru rot im not even kidding. maybe i would prefer it with leo but i already typed all of this out. help. and i think leo would be more interesting to write as a yandere if you would go w him for this idea. he also wouldnt really think much of his actions i guess、rather just... he thinks its normal?? and arashis just there like ohhh youre so whipped leo san ^^ no girl hes ready to commit several murder crimes. okay ill stop talking THANK YOU IN ADVANCE IF YOULL DO THIS AND HOPE ITS NOT TOO HARD TO FOLLOW 🙏🙏🙏

TAINTED ROSES OF MY LOVE.

—SUMMARY; Why can't you just see it, are you blind?! It's right infront of you, you love them! Now if you don't realize that, you can cause great destruction of both your worlds. But you wouldn't care if it were to only affect you, now wouldn't you? Because you love them too much to even bother.

—CONTENT WARNINGS; Manipulation (say your prayers)

Hibiki Wataru x Gn!Reader . 784 Words

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. BY CLICKING ON KEEP READING YOU ARE AGREEING TO ANY POSSIBLE DARK CONTENT.

Wataru skips through the halls of the ES building holding a lovely red rose in his hand, thinking of giving it to the one he "loves", or rather, you! He thinks you're the most amazing person to ever exist! He adores you, he needs you so much! But, he keeps telling himself you might not accept the gifts he gives you, if they keep coming, but it's okay.

He makes his way into your room and once he burst through the door, he sent doves flying out and rose petals fell gracefully everywhere. Wataru has one of his favorite masks on, and he took that off before walking over to you and giving you a little kiss on the cheek. "Here you go! Lovely isn't it? I grew this rose along with it's bush by myself, so practically I put my blood, sweat and tears into it!"

He said with a blush on his face, you accepted the rose and put it in your hair. Not knowing he actually did put all of that and all his effort for this gift. But how? Well, earlier when the roses haven't bloomed yet and it was much of just a shrub before, Wataru saw you over with a note, assumingly a love letter. It had many hearts on it, and when you left it alone he read it and it was.

He admits you were absolutely gorgeous, but you were only his. He saw that person near the roses he was currently growing back then, and he fought him. Even maybe accidentally sending him to the hospital. Wataru didn't mean to do that you know, but it was the other person's fault. They should've known not to do that, besides Wataru was always with you and held your hand aswell.

He really loves being with you! But he just can't see how much he does love you, he cares about your well-being more than his own, he would break his ribs if he had to just see you be at your happiest! And he snapped back to reality to walk outside, with you! He opened the door gently for you and you smiled at him, which made his heart melt! He feels so overjoyed with you.

You were going to a little meeting with a few new staff, and Wataru thinks you might like them more than him; why? Because you'll get to see them more than him. After that meeting, a few hours have passed and he didn't get anything at all from you, no news or whatever. He worried for you and went to look out. And there he stood in shock. In the main office you were talking to one of them, laughing along with the compliments you've received from them.

But that wasn't what hurt him the most. His rose that he gave you was on the floor, petals were missing it looks like it has been stepped on. He moved aside to an area where he was more visible and signaled you to come with him, for a bit. As soon as you two weren't in any sight of others, he pulled you to a darker corner and pinned you to the wall harshly.

He tried to explain calmly that he wouldn't like to see you hanging out with them being all sappy and shit, but you simply said to him that it was all just friendly chatting. "It's not what you think! Sooner or later, they'll get to you first, rather than me..." he shot back at you, tightening up his grip on your arms. You saw him, he was pleading it to you, begging even.

You just nodded and stuttered out a yes. He let go of your hands and said a sorry real quick. He kissed your forehead and held your waists and pulled you closer to himself, and continued to embrace you in his arms. After awhile, you two went back to the lighted up halls of the building. And before Wataru left, his hair gave you another rose, this time it looked unique.

It wasn't all just red, but white and it looked like it has "paint splatters" or a nice vermilion color. You thanked Wataru and promised to take better care of this one, you'll try your best at it. He smiled and went off, but as you thought that he left, he peeked back into the door leaning sideways; "I will be watching over you! Until I die, I will dedicate my life to you!" You were a bit confused by the watching over part, but you shrugged it off thinking nothing of it.

You can't tell if doing that was right or wrong.

#NONNIE HELP LMFAOOAO 😭 #I'll make you somethin' somethin' for Leo.. Soon... #just wait #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #hibiki wataru #wataru hibiki

[no-barbies-for-quitters]

my mom has told me many times that she would know if i wasn’t myself by asking me what my #1 taylor swift album is.

she would know it wasn’t me if i didn’t say 1989.

and it’s always been this way. i was 10 years old when it was originally released. it took over my life as the first album i ever listened to fully.

around middle school i realized there was something about me that had irreversibly melded with 1989 when reputation came out. i wasn’t the biggest fan at first, and people (bc it was middle school) decided that it would be fun to say that taylor’s music was going to be exactly like reputation forever.

you couldn’t say 1989 was your favorite anymore and as a middle school girl who, looking back on it, was probably just as mentally ill as i am now if not worse, i had the great idea to stop telling people i liked taylor swift at all. i didn’t listen to a single one of her albums from reputation through evermore all the way through and only listened to midnights once the hype had kinda calmed down.

back in june my dad realized that for someone who, as far as he knew, didn’t really like taylor swift i sure did know a lot of stuff about her and apparently decided to tell him all of it. he surprised me and sent me and my mom to denver for the eras tour. before it even started i was joking with my mom about “oh i probably won’t cry during the songs everyone else does but watch me cry through like shake it off or something”.

apparently i had been given the gift of prophecy because not only did i cry through shake it off, but also the entirety of the 1989 part of the concert.

i realize now that both of my parents probably knew why i suddenly stopped liking taylor swift in middle school, because i went to a very small school so the same people who decided that 1989 wasn’t what real taylor swift fans listened to then were the same people who decided that folklore and evermore were the greatest things under the sun and hyped up midnights so much then claimed they hated it when, at least for me, it reminded me of 1989 a little bit.

when 1989 tv was announced all i saw on all my social media was “repost this to claim being a 1989 stan before taylor’s version releases!”

i didn’t repost a single one because why should i? everyone i knew who was reposting those were the same people from middle school and high school. i don’t need to claim something that i spent way too long trying to hide from people.

today marks one of the most important days in my life. not in a way like “oh i got into college” or anything. it’s an important day for me because it’s “acceptable” to like 1989 again.

the thing is, i don’t care if it’s acceptable or whatever. i just get an excuse to be as annoying as i want about this album. i’ve never been so excited for an album to drop. i feel like i’m going to explode from excitement. and if people ask why i’m so excited about this when i clearly never cared about any of her other albums (lies. they just weren’t my favorite), i just get to say that this is my album. everyone has an album they think of as theirs. this is mine and it always has been.

this is not only the day that 1989 tv drops. it’s the day i bring back a core part of myself and live it the way i should have been able to 9 years ago.

and by that i mean i’m not going to hide it for any reason ever because god knows that wasn’t good for me.

anyways, happy 1989 tv release to all who celebrate!

#taylor swift #1989 taylor's version